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strings attached (to my heart) ♪ (48k) • spiderman au • college • virgin!jungkook • spiderkook ❥ ao3 • wattpad

your local friendly neighborhood spider-man can't stop bringing you snacks at your favorite cafe, and a certain clumsy freshman keeps showing up at the most suspicious times. something's gotta give. featuring: a supply closet, some very interesting revelations, and jungkook absolutely losing it when you touch him.

command strings ✎ (17.2k) • iron man au • romcom • rambly barista!reader • hobi has a crush ❥ ao3 • wattpad

iron man walks into your coffee shop and you immediately recognize him—of course, because he works with captain korea. he’s not particularly thrilled about you asking for his autograph. no, not his his—captain korea’s. hoseok's ego has never been so bruised or so intrigued. featuring: superhero thesis discussions, rambling that's somehow flirting, elevator sex and hoseok so worked up and sexually frustrated he cums immediately and him making it up to you.

lightning on the harp strings ✎ (16.1k) • thor au • princess-y celebrity!reader • spotlight rivalry • trapped ❥ ao3 • wattpad

the day you—korea's beloved princess—meet the god of thunder on a luxury campaign shoot, you decide he’s never going to steal the spotlight from you. again. especially when it comes to the freaking mjölnir. thor—seokjin, has strong opinions about that. featuring: competitive photo shoots, being stuck in the same room when everyone’s gone home, and inappropriate usage of thor’s hammer.

norn-strings (do not cut) ✎ (13.8k) • loki au • 500 years history • goddess of death!reader • immortality ❥ ao3 • wattpad

five centuries of knowing each other and he still can’t stay away from you. the god of mischief has an issue with you, and it’s called limerence. as the goddess of death, you don’t quite care—after all, eternity has its own fun when you’re both immortal. featuring: down bad taehyung, godlike powers and backstories, clones and cumming so hard he dies for 5 seconds (literally).

strings and stripes ✎ (15.8k) • captain america au • journalist!reader • pining!namjoon • exes ❥ ao3 • wattpad

you're the journalist determined to find the man behind korea's perfect shield. namjoon's discovering that the hardest battles aren't against villains—they're against falling again for his ex, whose job is questioning everything. even what he does at 2am, apparently. featuring: incisive interviews, the uniform stays on, and videotaping sex with some horribly intense yearning.

sling-rings and silver strings ✎ (13k) • doctor strange au • mentor!yoongi • bratty sorcerer!reader • magic ❥ ao3 • wattpad

the sorcerer supreme's most talented student thinks she knows better than ancient tradition. yoongi's trying to teach humility while you're busy rewriting spellwork that's been unchanged for centuries. he’s starting to consider silencing you forever. with his whips in your mouth. featuring: magical experimentation gone wrong, authority defied, and some spicy magic bondage.

heartstrings and crosshairs ✎ (13.4k) • black widow au • widowmaker!jimin • president!reader • one bed ❥ ao3 • wattpad

Okay, maybe you were being just a little bit facetious with the whole ‘absolutely no reason for him to be acting like a spoiled brat’ thing, the reason for his displeasure is obvious. He’s made it abundantly clear time and time again but that isn’t going to stop you from playing dumb. 

His reason is just so– so– stupid. 

Territorial, maybe. 

Jimin has never liked Hoseok, not since their very first meeting at Miss Oswald’s front door. 

It had been a few weeks after you had taken Jimin in off the streets– his frame finally starting to fill out a little, no longer just skin and bones and bruises from whatever fights he had gotten into out there. His entire being finally starting to glow. 

At the time, his tail was whipping back and forth frantically as you stood in front of the door, having just pressed the bell. Happy yips, licks to your cheek planting themselves in place as he was practically vibrating with light. He had been so happy, so excited. 

You? Your heart had been beating a mile a minute at how far he was coming along, how much he was already growing out of his shell. How carefree the energy around him always started to bend whenever he was relaxing on the couch or in the sun. 

And then, then the switch happened. 

It was night and day, honestly. 

All of that light, that excitement shut down the moment your neighbour had opened the door, Hoseok standing right behind her frame. 

His tail was wagging– of course it was, you had always known him to be a happy hybrid. A sunshine smile that warms up your toes even in the coldest winters, a hug so tight it might break your bones. Everything about him making someone feel just so safe and content. That same smile placed on his lips now as he looks at you, only you. 

Like there's a whole Earth to orbit but the only thing that can draw his attention is you, type of smile. 

The second Hoseok’s mouth opened to say your name in greeting, a low growl could be heard from behind your body. A singular sound that made you feel as if the birds decided to stop singing and the wind had ceased its own motion around you. One that had made your hair stand on end, to cause your pulse in your throat to raise just a few notches faster. One that you had never come out of Jimin before, right along with a swift tug at your wrist, urging you backwards. Away from the very thing he perceived as a threat. 

Oh no– that he knew was a threat from just that singular look. 

Hoseok only stood there with a simple tilt of his head, a gentle smirk finding his lips as Jimin continued to try to pull you back to the safety of your own home. Clearly unthreatened in the slightest, clearly amused at the affection Jimin so obviously had for you. He knew that look all too well, too. 

Hoseok knew these games just as well as Jimin did, it seemed. 

Ah, it really was unfair that he loved them, thrived in them. In the thrill of winning, in the thrill of the hunt. Especially when something as pretty as you is standing as the prize.

After you had finally managed to usher the mutt– Jimin– inside the house, he knew it was his job to make sure Jimin knew his place. What kind of alpha would he be, otherwise? 

You had let out a squeak, entirely unaware of the competition already set in stone between the two as Hoseok pulled you into a hug, nuzzling into your neck as his eyes remained on the golden retriever. That same smirk stayed in place as he gave a simple lick to your neck. Something that could so easily be taken as innocent, a nice greeting from the doberman hybrid anything but as an all too familiar chill travelled down your spine at the feeling. 

You knew what it meant.

Hoseok knew what it meant. 

Jimin, fuck, obviously knew what it implied. 

Hoseok wanted to keel over and laugh at the restraint Jimin held while his owner (Martha, Maryanne, he couldn’t remember her name right now) cooed over the golden retriever hybrid. At the way the Jimin’s ears swivelled almost manically trying to catch what was said when Hoseok pressed his lips to your ear. At the pinching of Jimin’s eyes as your cheeks flushed red, all while the doberman hybrids owner straightened out his hair and talked about how adorable he was. 

The silent conversation, one you had missed entirely, between the dog hybrids was clear– Hoseok had you first. That didn’t mean Jimin wouldn’t have you last.

Oh. Hoseok knew this was going to be fun. 

Especially when you, the every clueless human, thought they would be best friends right away. You knew Jimin had been excited to make one too! You truly could not– still can’t– understand why he just has to hate him so much. 

Hoseok is practically an angel! Someone you consider yourself to be very close with, even now. He’s always so carefree and gentle with you and his owner. Always makes you laugh when you're sad, helps you clean your house when it just feels like too much. Takes you on walks at night whenever you just need to get out for a bit but don’t feel safe enough to go on your own. Hell, on particularly cold nights he would even risk sneaking out of his own house to go to yours just to help warm you up because he knows you keep the house a few degrees colder than you actually prefer.

So!! It makes no sense to you that Jimin wouldn’t like him all the same!! His outrage is completely unfounded. 

Something about territory, at least that’s what he would tell you. His quiet, under-the-breath, grumbles that are always so hard to decipher no matter how hard you try– yet are adorable regardless. Huffs and puffs that didn’t feel as upset as he truly intended whenever faced with that little pout on your lips. 

Unfortunately, their relationship only became more strained the more time Jimin spent under your care– spent with you. 

It wasn’t anything you could have predicted, honestly, but it was welcome nonetheless. As the months passed, your relationship developed into something more than what it was supposed to be. At least, more than what society would allow his stance to be in your life. 

But you had  never seen hybrids as animals, as something as simple as a pet. Jimin was never an animal– never a golden retriever even if he had ears and a tail to match. He could think, he could feel. A few animalistic traits would never change that. 

He was simply just… just Jimin. Your roommate that you care about a little too much. The one with the pretty smile and puffy cheeks that always complained about wanting more meat. 

The one that dug holes in your backyard and played with you in the hose during the summer, but growled at any man who came within a ten foot vicinity of you in public. 

The one who, despite how much he hated the man, went whining to Hoseok when you got the flu. So scared for your health, your safety after the man at the corner store kicked him out when he was trying to buy medicine for you that he tucked back his own pride and went to him of all people because he just didn’t know what could fix his human. What could make you better. 

Your roommate that you sometimes let sneak into your bed when the nights are too cold and the idea of a body pressed against yours, holding you, keeping you safe practically left you whimpering into your pillow. 

Somehow, he always heard. Like he was simply sitting outside your door. Waiting to hear that betrayed little sound of your lips and the soft call of his name. 

Neither of you could stop the feelings from developing, and while the true stature behind your relationship had never been spoken out loud or defined, you both knew something was there. You would never deny it.

But Jimin, poor Jimin, has always been an anxious guy. He didn’t like when you took too long in the shower without him, or when you would have to leave for work during the day. A scenting frenzy would occur the second you stepped through the door, making you promise to never leave him like that again because he simply could not live without you by his side.

And that is exactly why Park Jimin could never know that before he came into your life, you harboured the same feelings for Jung Hoseok, lest you actually want the golden to rip his face off. 

Jimin could never know of those stolen memories you had with the doberman hybrid when he would sneak away from his owner. Could never know of the stolen kisses, the soft touches. The almost-claiming bites he would press into your neck when you were fast asleep, completely unaware of the danger that lurked behind Hosoek’s sun. 

The fact that Jimin’s knot wasn’t the first you had ever taken– nor could he ever know about what occurred when you were sitting Hoseok for Miss Oswald 3 months before Jimin had come into your care. How you had helped him through his rut. How you found yourself unable to say no to him every time after. 

No, he could never know about any of it. 

You had already caught Jimin looking at Zillow one too many mornings. No more than a simple ‘goodmorning’ from Hoseok setting him off when you two coincidentally met at the conjoined mailbox. 

He said the mutt– doberman, you would correct– was plotting, you told him it was a simple coincidence. It was a repeated pattern over and over again. Only recently did you convince him to stop leaving printed out pictures of houses for sale all over the building. 

Yeah, Jimin can’t know. You would do anything in your power to keep it that way. 

Ah, it’s unfortunate for you that he already does. 

Did from that very first meeting when that stupid dog tried to mark you as his right in front of him. Tried to call you his bitch without formally saying the words out loud. The audacity! And you just– you let him when you’re his and not his! You know?! Uhg, whatever, as if you would be Hoseoks’ for long. 

Funny. As if.

“I told her last week we could help today, Min! You agreed then!” You whine in return, crossing your arms over your chest, mimicking his childishly defiant stance. 

“Well I didn't know he was going to be there!” The low grumbles he let out almost made you want to coo. Jimin has never been much of a fighter, but the grumbles he always let out made your belly flutter up. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Where else would he be, exactly?” 

He opens his mouth to respond, a cocky expression taking over his face, but you stop him with a sharp pinch of a glare, your head jutting out slightly as if to test him, “And don’t you dare say ‘the pound’.”

He visibly deflates, his foot kicking at nonexistent dirt on the ground as his throat lets out a series of little grumbles. Tail wagging slowly behind him as he contemplates his next action. 

Before you give him the chance to, you’re already turning to leave. Grabbing your bag off of the couch with a little ‘humph’ of your own, leaving him to flounder after you as you make, well, try to make your way to the door. Arms already securing around your midsection as he stumbles to keep up, a high pitched whine leaving his throat as you try to make your way towards his biggest threat. 

“W-wait!” His voice is nothing more than a yip as he secures you in place, head nuzzling its way into your neck. Nose rubbing back and forth against the underside of your jaw, trying to soak his scent deeper into your skin like you aren’t covered in it already. 

But he needs to be sure. Needs to make sure Hoseok is sure, too. 

“Are you sure we can’t just stay home?” His voice is sad now, a whimper as his tail curls itself around one of your legs. His hands firm and insistent in their claim over you. His rubbing not ceasing for a second, your neck practically raw from the attention he’s been giving it all morning. 

He doesn’t care. It’s not enough. 

It never is unless it’s your cunt stuffed full of him. Only then can he be positive other hybrids won’t try to stake their claim over you. Stake their claim over what is rightfully his just because he said so.

A sigh is all that can be heard from below his hunched posture, one of your hands coming up to rub at his pinned-back ear, “Minnie… I already told you we gotta go… Miss Oswald said she needs help and I’m not going back on a promise. I can go without you if you–” 

“No!” His denial is sharp, high pitched as he somehow tucks you closer. Encases your entire being in the expanse of his chest. It’s only times like these that he remembers how small you feel against him. Or maybe just how much space you can take up in his mind, in his very being. 

Everything in him screams to not let you go. Everything in him, both raw and fresh, curling around his brain screaming at him to do anything in his power to keep you from going out that door. To keep you from leaving him to go see that mutt. 

Sure, his inner hybrid normally screams at him like this whenever you have to go anywhere. He doesn’t like you leaving his sight– in fact, it physically pains him to do so. Makes him pace around in his head and outloud, biting on his nails until he knows you are back to him and safe. His. 

He just needs a little more time and he’s sure you’ll feel the same way, too. In fact, he knows it. To him, you’re already his mate. So why couldn’t you just let that dumb dog go. 

It pisses him off to no end, honestly. Especially the fact you can’t see what he’s doing to you. Trying to control you. To make you think of him and only him and not the hybrid you’re meant to be with. 

You’re meant to be with Jimin. He’s sure of it. 

So it really doesn’t matter if he does the same. If he effortlessly makes you more reliant on him. If he keeps you dependent on his affection and care. If he slowly weaves himself into the fabric of how you think every single day because you’re meant to be with him. Not Hoseok. 

You took him off the streets. You’re his guardian angel. Not Hoseoks. Hoseok was simply… convenient, probably.

Stupid mutt. 

He needs to show him how much you mean to each other. How important he is to you. 

His eyes light up as an idea floats its way to the front. One that has his inner hybrid howling, his tail wagging, and his cock already growing half hard in his pants. 

“I’ll…” He grumbles softly, so soft you can hardly hear him over the racing of your heart. His fingers almost childishly pulling at the bottom of your shirt, thumbs jutting out to rub against the skin of your tummy softly. Just little temperamental circles, nothing more, nothing less. “I’ll come…” 

He feels the stiffness in your form, clearly still poised and ready for an argument, visibly deflate from your shoulders as you relax against his chest. One of your hands softly coming up to lace your fingers through his own. Your voice utters out a simple, “Thank you, Min.” while your thumb reaches to stroke over his knuckles. 

Soft. Gentle. Caring. 

He lets out another long, drawn out whine. His hips pressing closer, his cock rubbing against your barely covered ass. 

Why did you have to wear a skirt today? It’s another question on his long list of complaints. One he doubts he’ll ever have an answer to other than the notion that you want to be slutted out to the older hybrid. That you want his cock buried in your cunt instead of the man holding you now. 

Whatever. It won’t be Hoseok’s cum dribbling down your thighs anyway. 

You gasp at the contact– at the hardness you certainly feel against the plush of your cheeks, “J-Jimin–” But before you’re even able to get out his full name, you’re already being flipped around. The entire room spinning as you’re pressed back against the couch, a mop of blonde finding itself between your tits as you gasp once again. Attempting to recuperate– to consolidate your once standing form now laying back against the couch, thighs spread as his body makes space between them. 

His entire weight rests against you as his head shakes in your cleavage, the pressure making it more difficult to breathe. His breath keening, whimpers leaving his lips as his hips struggle, grinding themselves against the plush of the couch. 

“You like him more than me, don’t you?” Jimin starts his sad, floppy dog act once again. The one that he knows tugs against your heart strings, the one that makes it easier to get what he wants from you. Makes you forget about the hand moving up your thigh, the heat of his breath against your cleavage. 

“Wh-what?” You quickly breath out, hand that was reaching down to stop his pursuit freezing midair. Brow pinching in confusion as you try to calm the heat rushing to your cheeks, “No I don’t. What are you talking about?”

He only whimpers again. Taking the moment of hesitation to lace his free hand with your own. Pinning you without you realising it fully– not yet, anyways. 

“I-I just…” He mopes, pushing your skirt up and over your hips. Panty clad cunt now directly pressed against his lower stomach. The subtle, continuous grind of his hips into the couch cushion causing your hips to rock along with him the same. Moisture gathering against your core as he makes you grind against his pelvis. 

“He’s always so territorial over you…” He can’t stop the bite in his tone, the little growl at even the mention of the other male right now, “Doesn’t understand that you’re my bitch.” 

It takes a second for you to catch up– it always does when he throws too much at you at the same time. But as soon as you process the fabric of your underwear rubbing against your clit, you soon recognise the ‘bitch’ in his words, no matter how affectionate he always meant it, “Jimin!” 

He whines at the mild scolding tone in your voice, letting his ears droop. Letting his tail brush gently against your ankles as he wags it low, submissive. Making him seem even more pathetic than he already is, “It’s true… he’s always all over you. Scenting you. Trying to take you from me…” 

“Please… I just need to make you smell like me so he knows…” It’s heavy in his tone still, that same grating whimper that has you wanting to sell your soul and give it to him. “Let me cum inside? Please?” 

“J-Jimin…” The hesitation is clear in your voice, yet so is the sticky trail of arousal coating his abs. His shirt slowly being pushed upwards along with his grinds, your panties doing nothing to stop the spread of your arousal as he mewls against the couch, “I don’t– there’s no time and I don't want to be late–” 

This time, it’s his gaze that cuts you off. The tilt of his head upwards, eyes brimmed with glassy tears threatening to fall while his cheeks remain flushed pink. His lips parted, saliva collecting at the edges just like he always gets when he’s far too wound up for reason. 

You know his act well enough at this point, at least you should. 

Knew those puppy-dog eyes he now sends your way, making your heart shrink in on itself. Knew the keening of his throat that always made him seem just so pathetic. Make you just want to give in to anything he wanted with a simple flop of his ears and simpering wag of his tail. 

Let him do what he wanted, more so. Because the second you gave in? The second you’d look away shyly and agree to whatever he was acting? A switch would flip behind Jimin’s soft brown eyes. A switch that wouldn’t return to its upright position until he was well and done with you.  

That cute, pathetic little dog boy who was just preening for your approval would turn into a wicked thing. Would tread you like a rag doll, like his bitch in heat. Would take you until his cock wouldn’t let him anymore– until he was sure you were knotted up well. Sat pretty on his cock, claiming you the best that he could without biting your neck directly. 

You knew his act well, and yet you let him get away with it every single time. 

Even when he works himself up past the brink of sanity, forgetting to ask your permission time and time again to start. 

Thankfully, Jimin knew how to beg for forgiveness, too. 

Cute and sweet when he just couldn’t wait anymore. When he just had to bend you over while you cooked, when he couldn’t wait until you woke up to start licking at your cunt because you just smelled too good. That whine in his voice that had you shushing him instantly, petting at his hair through sleepy mumbles, telling him that it was okay.

Spreading your legs just a bit farther with the press of his hands, opening you up even wider. Licking you clean until you were red and sore and pushing his head away. Only then would he ask for one more, encourage you– make sure you knew you could do it. 

You let him get away with too much– you even admit that now as his teeth nip at the top of your breast. At the skin spilling over the top of your shirt while one of his hands finds its way between your bodies, pressing against your pelvis. Giving just a little bit of pressure to your empty core, making you more aware of it than you ever have been before. 

You were no match against him. He knew it too. Knew you like the back of his hand, just like a good alpha should. 

“C’mon… C’mon please…” His voice whimpers, head taken back to pressing between your tits. His face pressed between them, shaking his head as if it would will you to not let him go. To just let you give in and give him whatever he wants. “Just the tip… just let me put the tip in so I can cum…”

His hand slips lower, curling under the hem of your panties. Slowly pressing his fingertips against your folds, not giving you any chance to think. To pull away. The pads of his fingers gliding against your slick, whimpers of your own leaving your lips. 

He dips two fingers shallowly into your hole, collecting your arousal on his fingertips before he brings them higher. Presses down against your clit as you kick your hips. As your body urges him closer even if your mind still attempts to remain strong against his advances. 

 “Promise… Promise just the tip– please just let me. Please!” He’s getting impatient, you both know it as those same fingers slip lower. As his ring finger is the first to push itself inside of your leaking hole. Curling as it begins its slow pumps inside, pulling you closer, urging you deeper to just agree so he can make sure Hoseok knows his place. 

He was like an angel in carnate, even when he uttered such sinful words that has your cunt clenching around him. Pulling the digit deeper as it adjusts to the slow stretch of his finger. As your hips squirm when he presses his thumb against your clit once more, urging it to let him through as he slowly works his middle finger in alongside the other. 

Has you wanting to let him sink his cock inside your heat like it belonged there, like it was never meant to leave the safe haven that was your folds. 

“I don’t know…” You hesitate, hardly gasping for air as your spine curls, pressing your body closer to him. His efforts finally successful as he manages to stuff a second finger inside, stretching you. Scissoring your core. Making sure you’re ready to take him because the both of you know you’re already slipping. He doesn’t even really know why you’re still fighting with your cunt clinging to him so tightly, begging for him. “I won’t– I won’t have time to change or shower a-and–” 

You try excuses, but they do little to sway him. You don’t even believe the words uttered from your lips as he pulls his hand from your cunt, his back-brain telling him you’re stretched enough. That it’s okay if it hurts just a little. Meanwhile your hands are reaching blindly for his wrist, doing everything in their power to keep his fingers tucked inside without your permission. 

If he was in his right mind more, if his head wasn’t so far into outterspace from the idea of fucking you, he may have reacted more to the cute display. Though he has a mission. A single prerogative on his mind as he frame pulls back just enough to tug your panties from your hips. Pull the material down your thighs until it’s far past your ankles. Thrown into some odd corner of the room. 

Nope, instead there's nothing more than another high whine in his throat, his strong hands pressing your thighs open further. Palms melting into your soft skin as he takes his rightful place over you. This bulge practically omnipotent as it strains against his pants. 

“Please, please, please, please, please.” He begs like it’s a prayer, his tail whipping back and forth behind him in anticipation. Drool at the sight of you, the smell of you consuming him from the inside out as he stares at your splayed form. At your bunched up skirt, at your puffy, dripping cunt. “Just let me, I promise I’ll be good. I promise.” 

He’s getting too excited now. He knows it. You know it. But neither of you do a single thing to stop it. You simply can’t when he’s wound this high with adrenaline. When he’s a bit more animal than human, moving off of pure instinct. Off of the drive to consume you whole. When you both get so foggy in the head that you know you can’t say no. 

Slowly, you roll your head to the side, baring your neck at him. Your final act of submission as you let Jimin take the reins before he just gets too excited that even he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Voice quiet as you mumble out your concession to the standoff. “Y-you have to be quick.” 

A loud whine rings throughout the air, though this time in pure, unadulterated relief. His hands already working on his button and zipper, shoving his boxers down just low enough to free his swollen, straining cock. “Thank you, thank you.” 

He’s whimpering again as he hand wraps around his length, fist tight around the base, right where his knot would swell up. A pained groan as he squeezes himself, as you watch dribbles of pre-cum leak from his pink tip. 

“Gonna fill you up– make you, make you leak all pretty. He’ll smell my cum on you.” He struggles out, voice high and fervent as his stare flicks between the state of your cunt and your neck still to the side. Still obeying his stake, his claim on your very being. “Know you’re mine. Everyone will. Cause you are. Mine. Filled with my cum. My scent.” 

My pups. He wants to add, but he still has to wait for your heat to get that. Human’s heats seem to take forever to come. 

Your breath hitches when he finally releases his cock, when he finally lowers his frame over top of yours. His hips slowly dragging himself over the crest of your pelvis, pulling back just far enough to drag the tip of himself over your clit. Smear his cum against your skin, marking you. Keeping you. 

His cock feels so heavy against you. So thick and daunting no matter how many times you’ve taken it before. The length too pretty to be fair, nice and straight and flushed as it feels like stone against you. Red hot pressure against your cunt as he taunts you with it. Slides it down to your hole, notching himself right against your as your entrance flutters. Cunt begging, screaming for him to just thrust it inside. Fuck you fully until your lungs breathe in nothing but his air. 

“Just the tip.” You force out, your eyes trained on the scene between your thighs. Tone light, airy as a spring breeze as you attempt to keep yourself focused. In the moment. To make sure he doesn’t go too far and you’re not even more late for your gardening appointment than you already know you’re going to be. 

“Just the– tip.” He nods his head fervently, agreeing as his gaze is locked on the same sight as you. As he hovers on the precipice, a thrust away from penetrating. Cute little pink walls fluttering around barely any of him. Watching as your entrance attempts to stretch to accommodate for him, as your thighs shake with something greater than need for him to finally snap the band and let himself inside. 

“Promise. Promise just the tip. I’ll be good– promise.” His promises are as fine as sand, but you’re too cloudy to even realise it, “‘M gonna be fast, promise. Just need to cum in you. Won’t even knot.”

But even if you wanted to argue, to keep him in check, every piece of sanity you have remaining slips away the second Jimin bullies the first inch of his cock inside of your cunt. Your moans filling the air in tandem as Jimin finally feels whole again, the last bit of his soul re-entering his body whenever he gets to fill you up like this. 

“G-Good.” He stutters out, hips unable to stop and give you a moment to adjust as they already begin their thrusts. The first few inches of his cock battering your wall as he fucks ‘just the tip’ inside. “Good mate. Good. So good for me, my perfect human. Mine.” 

His head leans down, face tucking itself in your neck as he licks at your skin. Unable to stop himself from mouthing right between your neck and shoulder. Teeth scraping against the skin as you’re all but pliant to him. Fists grabbing at the back of his shirt, trying to pull him closer before pushing him away. His entire being surrounding you, all of his weight pressing into each shallow thrust. 

You feel even more out of breath than before with his weight against your chest. His hands kneading your thighs as he holds them down, makes sure they remain open for him as he gets lost in your heat.

“‘S-s’ good!” You manage to slur, though aren’t sure if your voice sounds like words or nothing more than sounds. “Min– c’mon– quick.” 

“Just the tip.” He repeats to himself like it’s a reminder. Though it doesn’t stop him from pressing in deeper with every thrust. Just a little bit every time. A little bit more and more and more. 

Fucking you open slowly, until you forget all about his promise of it just being the tip. Pushing himself inside, using his muscular hips to his advantage as he breaks you open slowly. His cock fighting where his fingers couldn’t fit, trying to remind himself to train you to take him properly so the stretch doesn’t hurt so much every time. Until half of his length has already disappeared inside of your core. 

“Promise. Promise just the tip.” Or maybe he himself doesn’t know what ‘just the tip’ is anymore, maybe he doesn’t even know where you end and he begins. “Fill you up. Make you full.” 

He groans loud when he finally bottoms out, when he gives up convincing your body slowly and just forces himself all the way inside. The other half of his cock making home inside of your heat, the skin where his knot wants to inflate practically burning with the need to cum. 

Your thighs attempt to close against his grasp, though they are forced to remain in place. Your breath hitching as you gasp, head twisting, hands twitching as you suddenly feel so full. Body attempting to do anything to pull away, to move closer, to do anything against the frame that rocks into you. To get away from the stretch, to pull him closer to fuck it away.

“Min, Min–” You repeat his name, feeling more of his saliva on your neck as he continues to work against it. Leaves love bites where he much rather place a mating mark instead, “Move, gotta move. Please.” 

You’re keening, writhing underneath of him when he finally starts the withdrawal of his hips. No more than a couple inches as he pulls back, rutting forward again with a new kind of need he hadn’t held before. His breath coming out in short, rough pants as he works his hips as quickly as he can. Refusing himself the reprieve of pulling out more than he is. 

He wants to be consumed by you entirely. Wants you to feel him cum deep. Wants to drip out of you for days. 

“Close.” He half-whines, half groans against the column of your throat, seemingly entranced by it. His hips, his desperation working you closer and closer to the edge. Feeling that band in your lower belly tighten up whenever he presses his full weight against your core, whenever you feel the brush of his cock against the too-sensitive spot inside of you. The one that has your walls clinging to him like the world depends on it. 

He finally pulls away from your neck, one of his arms propping next to your head as he takes the chance to look down at you. As you finally get the chance to look up at him– to see the fuzzy, almost manic look in his eyes. See the blushed out from of his parted lips, the too-sharp canines that reside right behind them. 

“Good human.” He swallows, mouth still salivating from the combined scents of arousal in the air, “Gonna–” He pauses, grunting as he attempts to steady his thrusts again, resuming an actual pace rather than just helplessly rutting into your core, “Gonna fill you up. Make him smell me on you.” 

He groans at the mere thought, the look on Hoseok’s face when the older hybrid catches a whiff of him on you. The claim he places right in your cunt, making sure he knows to stay out of it. Makes sure he knows who was there first if he tries to pull you away like he always does.

His hips get sloppy again, imagining Hoseok’s face pissed as he sneaks his hand between your thighs. As he gets the picture of feeding Hoseok his cum right from your center. 

You’re Jimin’s bitch. 

Thankfully, you’re too far gone to care. Barely hanging on by a thread as your head rolls back against the arm rest of the couch, nails digging into Jimin’s shirt as your walls clamp around him. Falling over the edge at a perfectly angled thrust, a loud moan of his name as your entire body ceases around him.

The leg he isn’t holding down manages to cling around him, your fingernails biting into his back as you press yourself as close to him as you can. Your spine shuttering as it releases waves of flutters down your entire body. Walls clenching, toes curling in a pattern that calls to the most base instincts of the man still fucking into you. His knot catching on your entrance with every thrust as it slowly starts to inflate, slowly tries to keep him locked inside. 

You’re burying your face in his neck, chanting words even you can’t decipher as your teeth scrape against his skin. Words foreign, lost on your tongue as you let him use you for his own release, slow shutters following you with every stretch at the base. 

“Fuck! Fuck, mate– Good mate, Mine.” He’s groaning, entirely lost himself, “Gonna– gonna make him eat it from you. Gonna watch you drip all over the garden, make him know you’re bred. Bred so good.” 

He’s gasping as he finally pulls back before his knot expands to its fullest, before he lets it trap him in your heat. Intent on keeping at least one of his promises it seems. His cum pumping out in thick waves as it coats your walls. As it fills you more than you expect it to every time. 

He manages to pull back from your death grip once the first few waves of his release dives down. His body withdrawing, hand coming to rap around his sore, inflated knot. Squeezing it as the remainder of his cock continues to leak weak spurts of cum inside of your walls. His mind dizzy with what to do to make it stick. 

He watches in awe as he presses his hips forward, oversensitivity taking over both of you as he pushes as much of his cock inside as he can, fist still firmly squeezing around his knot. Feeling the way some of his cum is pressed deeper inside, watching the way your hips wiggle to get away from the onslaught, but continuing the press and withdraw a few more times until it's too much for even him to take. His spine tingling, a confused simper leaving his lips when your hands come down to press at his hip bones, urging him to stop. 

It takes you a few more seconds to recover, trying to urge your breathing into something more standard as your eyes pinched closed, forcing your brain back from the clouds into reality. Trying to recover even though you want to do nothing more than take a nap, maybe climb into a warm bath. 

However, in the few seconds you attempt to take to recover, Jimin already seems to have other ideas. With a whine drawn from your lips, he pulls out of you, quickly replacing his cock with as many fingers as your walls will allow. Your eyes peeking open to see what he’s doing. Watching as his frame as it awkwardly shuffles down the length of the couch– the hand around his knot and the hand in your cunt making it more difficult than necessary. 

Your face pales at what he does next, yet somehow burning ten shades warmer at the same time. Your jaw dropping open, your eyes splitting open wide as he removes his fingers, buries his nose in your cunt, and inhales. 

Smells you.

“Jimin!!” You squeal, knees kicking up, feet already pressing against his shoulders. Ready to tell him off, ignoring the feeling of his cum slipping down your cheeks, no longer having anything to hold it inside. 

But before you can get a word in, he’s raising his head up. The most innocent smile on his face, his eyes aglow with happiness, “You smell like me now.” 

You freeze, stuttering. Unsure what to do as you open and close your mouth like a fish. Completely floundering between the shifts in his demeanour and the fact he just smelled your cunt! 

“You’re… You’re ridiculous.” Is all you can manage to say, feet still against his shoulders watching him with wide eyes. 

Well, that is until you catch sight of your phone vibrating against the floor, having fallen somewhere during your descent onto the couch earlier. A call from Hoseok ringing, dying out before you even have the chance to reach for it. Your lockscreen– a picture of Jimin, Hoseok, and you– coming into view. A time of 3:58 staring at your face, along with 5 missed calls from the doberman right against your notification center.  

Now, you flounder for an entirely different reason, your body moving before your mind as it rolls– well, falls, really– off of the couch. Cussing, crouching as you pick up your phone, double checking the time once again before shooting a glance over your shoulder at Jimin.

Half an hour late. 

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” You mumble to yourself, standing as you scramble towards the mirror by the front door. Attempting to fix your hair while Jimin just stares at you, thinking about how you’re the cutest thing in the world. Watching the little dribbles of white against your thigh as they leak from your cunt. 

He leisurely fixes himself up as well, settling on the fact he’s just gonna have to be uncomfortable with his knot in his pants until it releases fully. Shouldn’t take as long as normal, especially ‘cause it’s not buried inside of you. Watches happily, tail wagging as you scramble around the room. 

“Underwear!” You urge, maybe ask into the air. You’re already half an hour late. You hate being late. It sends your anxiety running high and makes everything around you spin. “Where did you put my underwear??” 

He hums, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Propping his head on your shoulder. Your thighs continuing to shake even though you force them to move– he’ll give you a massage later. “Don’t wear any.” 

He says the phrase like it's the simplest solution in the world– like it doesn’t have your mouth gawking at the idea of not wearing anything under your skirt in front of your neighbour, in front of Hoseok. 

He’ll definitely know. You won’t be able to hide it from him. Not even in the slightest. 

But as your phone rings again, Hoseok’s smiling face settling in as a backdrop, you pale. Your thumb shaking as it slowly answers. 

“H-Hoseok! Hey!” You try to sound cheery, but Jimin lets out a quiet giggle. His hand already on your lower back while he guides you to the door, humming. Scooping up your purse in the process. 

“(Y/n)?! Are you okay?” The concern in his voice is palpable, and you feel your heart cracking. 

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! I just– I lost track of time.” The excuse is flimsy, all three of you know it. Hoseok makes a sound, considering on the other end of the line. God, you can only imagine his face right now. Even the mere idea of it sends a shutter down your spine.

“Right.” He guffs, “Get here soon then. We don’t want to waste the rest of the daylight.”

“Of course!” You quickly agree, nodding your head even though he can’t see it. Your brain already craving his praise rather than the subtle dismissal in his voice, “We’re already out the door! I promise!”

“Mm. I see you.” You tilt your head up, spotting his stare from Miss Oswald’s front door. His frame leaning against the frame, filling it out. Phone lowering from his ear as he ends the call. Arms crossing in front of his chest, his stare pinning you in place. Practically radiating authority. Radiating the urge to command, to dominate. 

You swallow. Between Jimin humming behind you, and the impenetrable stare of Hoseok in front, you feel like a cat before a hurricane. Unknowing of what is coming, only that something is. 

Looks like you aren’t wearing any underwear after all. 

An hour had ticked by.

A full hour of dealing with– with whatever this was. Hoseok acted completely normal, all smiley and bright while he helped his owner. While Jimin, your sweet, conniving Jimin, acted as if nothing was wrong. 

Both of them acted like nothing was wrong, like they couldn’t smell the sin on your skin. 

Both of them just happily chatting away in the flowerbeds like they actually liked each other. Like the too sharp smiles they sent each other's way meant nothing instead of a test of patience. Jimin smiling bright as he tilted his head back, laughing along with the sun still planted high in the sky. 

It was as if his personality had switched. Jimin, your Jimin, who normally grumbled the entire time at your neighbours’, was the perfect angel. Hoseok did much of the same. Acting like he wasn’t staring at you from the doorway an hour earlier, an all too familiar gaze locked on target while you wobbled like bambi over to him. 

It was scarier than anything else, honestly. Having the man act like nothing had occurred. Like everything was all sunshine and rainbows when you knew you were in for some sort of trouble the moment you walked through his threshold. Watched him bristle while a too-wide smile crossed his lips. 

It’s a rather horrible thing, the way he slowly made you relax. His sunshine demeanour slowly coaxing you into believing he wasn’t really upset. Like you weren’t really in trouble in the slightest. Like everything was fine and he totally hadn’t noticed the knot still straining in Jimin’s pants or the afterglow of sex still radiating from your skin. 

Like he hadn’t been analysing you from under the guise of kindness and sincerity. Trying to figure out if you had really just come into his territory with a waddle in your step and the scent of cum between your legs. 

Really, you were an auspicious thing, if nothing else. 

Coming into his home, when you were his mate. That you were his bitch. His pup. Whatever you wanted to call it, it didn’t matter. Even if he hadn’t properly confessed to you yet, he knew you both were aware of what you were.

Looks like both of his pups needed more training. He would give it to you. Make sure both of you knew your places in his pack after he got the old broad that adopted him out of the picture. 

It was always his plan, anyway. To get rid of her. The moment he first laid eyes on you he knew you were actually the one he was supposed to live with. To take care of. On paper, you would be his owner, of course. But he hoped his late night visits to your room would have convinced you by now of who was truly the owner in this scenario. 

Eventually, sooner rather than later he would have finally convinced his owner to move down to Florida for retirement just as she always dreamed about. Eventually, no matter what he had to do, he would find himself under your roof. With you everyday.

Sure, Jimin had thrown a wrench in those plans at first– well, really just made everything take a little bit longer. Made him laugh when the younger dog thought he could manage to extricate Hoseok from your life when you were so carnally intertwined. 

At first, he thought about getting rid of Jimin, too. But you just seemed so fond of the blonde boy, he couldn’t find it in himself. Maybe he thought he was a little cute too– always acting dominant. Pretending he could be in the face of someone like him. 

It was cute. And Hoseok likes cute. Makes him want to put the golden retriever in his place. 

Show him how to actually take care of a human like yourself. 

In the end, the decision was made for him in letting you keep your plaything was a simple one. He just knew the responsibility of training that brat would fall onto his shoulders. Knew he needed to teach him some fucking respect for the little stunt he pulled today. 

Ah, maybe it’s not your fault. Not really. You’re just a dumb puppy, aren’t you? Can’t help but spread your legs from the mutt when he does nothing more than gives you a simple beg. It’s Jimin’s fault, just like it always is. He can’t really blame you for anything, not ever. You’re his good, sweet girl. 

Jimin is the mutt.

He guesses it can’t really be helped. That both of his pets will need to learn to follow their alpha better. 

At least now he gets to watch you try to look cute. To try and be coy about the cum that still threatens to leak from you– despite your run to the bathroom the second you got to his house. He assumed you were in there, trying desperately to mop up the mess between your thighs. If Jimin was good for anything, at least it was that. He knows how to fill you up well. Keep it in deep in an attempt to mark his territory. 

He sighs, resolved. Though it sounds more like it’s in relief just at the sight of you. Muscular thighs rising himself from his squatted position when he watches you move over to their little group in the flowerbeds, too precarious as you carry a tray of lemonade over to the two individuals enthralled in the job of playing in the dirt. 

Another day Hoseok would have joined them, but another day Hoseok also wouldn’t have to show her dumb puppy her place. He didn’t want to get his hands dirty, anyway. He was having more fun watching you. 

As he stalks over to your form, he watches you bend over without thinking. Handing both his owner and Jimin a glass, not even considering your skirt raising along with you. At your folds now exposed to the air– exposed to his gaze directly.

It's hard for him to bite back the growl in his throat, though he finds it a lot easier to when he stands behind you. Making sure you’re covered from prying eyes. Looming over you like the decision has already been made for your fate.

It has been. But at least he’ll go easy on you. You don’t deserve the punishment, anyway. Jimin does. And the first step of that correction will be making sure you don’t leave this yard before taking Hoseok’s knot like the good little bitch you are. 

He watches as you rise, startling when you feel his presence over you. The hard planes of his form right up against your back, spooking you. You feel nice against him. So cute and small. His teeth itch for the day that they’ll get to sink into your neck formally, the gentle trace of his tongue over them doing nothing to settle the urge. 

“Ah!” Your quiet shout before you turn your head, pinching your glare up at him makes him want to coo. To wrap his collar around your neck and make you whimper, “Hoseok!” 

He smiles down at you, giving a soft laugh as he pats your head, “Boo.” 

“Not nice!” You whine slightly, scolding again. Turning around, poking a single finger against his chest like that would actually do anything. He’s sure whenever you scold Jimin, the boy would be whimpering already. Clinging to your legs for no reason at all other than never wanting you to be mad at him ever. 

He wants to roll his eyes at the thought, hazard a glance at the other dog now that your attention is residing solely on Hoseok’s shoulders. But he doesn’t. Not when he much rather keep his focus on you. 

“Sorry.” One of his large hands reaches up to wrap around your wrist, the apology thin as air as he dismisses it immediately, “I need help with something inside. Follow me.” 

“Oh–” You look behind yourself quickly, spotting Jimin chatting casually away with Miss Oswald. Twisting your head back around to look at Hoseok, take in his unarmed expression. Nothing seems to be off, even if your gut tells you otherwise. 

“Yeah! Of course.” You make a vague gesture to the tray under your arm,  “I need to put this away, anyway.” 

He only hums, a pretty note leaving his lips as he turns the other direction. Your feet following as he tugs you along with him. Long skinny tail wagging as his ears stay pitched up due to their unfortunate docking done by Miss Oswald when he was a pup and she didn’t know any better. The fluffy things moving back and forth to detect any sound.

Butterflies are already tumbling around in your guts at the sight of his back. The muscle that you know sits pretty right underneath the skin, always managing to make you feel like a school girl vying for his attention. 

Though, if you really consider it, everything about Hoseok makes you feel that way. His calm, yet assertive actions. The way he tucks you behind him whenever he feels like there may be danger around. The sturdy way he holds your hand, your wrist whenever you two walk together. The way he laughs whenever you do something embarrassing. The crinkle by his eye whenever he wants you to know he’s safe. 

Too caught up in all the considerations of Hoseok, you don’t even notice when he veers you off course. When he makes a sharp left away from the back door, instead tugging you to the side of the house. The thin alleyway between the sidewall and the fence, only slightly obscured from view thanks to a vine covered free standing trellis. 

Your head tilts as you look up at his back. His tail freezing in place, even though his entire frame remains relaxed. Carefree. The subtle squeeze tighter on your wrist finally prompting you to speak. 

“Hobi? What are–” Before you can finish the thought, your back is already pressed against the wall. The tray, once safely seated under your arm, falling to the ground. The clatter too muffled to hear farther out in the yard. Your gasp going unnoticed to the people farther out all the same.

Still, he doesn’t respond. His expression having fallen into an almost bored thing. His smile fallen, eyes simply watching. Waiting. 

Entirely unconcerned as he places his hands on your hips, thumb moving down to catch the hem of your skirt. Pulling it up, bunching it around your midsection. 

“Hoseok!” You’re already squealing, your hands coming down to the front of the material, attempting to pull it back down. To cover yourself, “S-stop! I’m not wearing any–” 

In your frantic movements, you miss the slip of his hand between your thighs. Only startled from your hasty dismissals by the feeling of his thumb between your lips, slipping down from your clit til it rests at the rim of your hole, delicately tracing it like he has all the time in the world. 

As far as he’s concerned, he does. 

“I know.” His eyes are cold as they watch you, as they pin you down in place, “Think you could come over without me knowing, pup?”

“I-I–” You aren’t sure what to say, not really. Your mind already spinning as you try to process the quick changes in direction. As you try to consolidate the friendly, carefree Hoseok– the one who didn’t seem upset in the slightest– to the one now that spreads Jimin's cum, along with your quickly accumulating slick around between your folds. 

“Wh-What are you–” The question is cut off again, unable to get a single word in between his jarring movements and voice. Your head spinning as you try to catch up, though unable to truly find a place. 

Does he seriously want to fuck you right here?! In the backyard?! 

“I think you know.” He hums, his finger slipping from your folds, instead moving down your thigh. Slowly sliding under your leg, raising it. Hitching it up to give him all the access he needs. 

“I-I– No– W-We can’t!” With his other hand, he gathers both of your wrists in one. Unconcerned with your fighting. With your wiggling and your hushed tone of voice. Doing nothing more than sending a pointed glare down at you, one that makes you feel small. Like you’re doing something you’re not supposed to.

“But we are.” He guides your hands down to the hem of your skirt, urging you to grab hold of the material and lift it up. “You’ll hold this for me, won’t you pup?” Though he asks, it sounds more like a question than a demand. 

Instantly, your body betrays you and complies. Like it's already been trained despite your brain's pre-disposed hesitance. Fingers grasping the material, slowly allowing him to slide it up until you’re hitching the material high. Cunt spread out for him, just for his viewing pleasure. 

“H-Hobi– J-Jimin–” You try to explain urgently, looking up at him with insistence though it seems like his own graze is trained between your legs. At the pink, puffy cunt that wasn’t treated with the proper aftercare you deserve. Wasn’t licked clean with anything to keep the cum inside of you, was just left pretty and used. 

“Jimin what?” 

“H-He doesn’t like it when we d-do this– w-we should– mm!” He pinches your thigh, a pinned glare raising to your face before it drops, returns back to that same simple face it seems he’s taken to wearing. 

“You’re really worried about him right now?” He sighs, his fingers releasing your wrist as they travel down to his pants. As they tug his zipper down, shove the material down with a lazy insistence. “I think you should be more worried about me. Maybe about you.” 

One final tug and he manages to get his jeans below his cock. Dark red head springing free, pretty long length practically pulsing with a need to be inside you that he’s kept locked away since you came to his door step with that shy smile on your face. 

It’s cute how you can’t help but whine at the sight of him.  Really, it is. How your lower lip drops just slightly, your cheeks flaring with an ever deeper shade. How your breath picks up every so slightly. How your hips wiggle in his grasp from the sight of him alone. Makes him want to choke you on it– too bad he doesn’t have the time right now. He’ll have to make this quick. 

At least your body knows who it belongs to.

“B-But they–” You swallow, try to control your breathing even though everything in you is screaming just to give in. “We shouldn’t, they could come over here a-and–”

“I guess you should be quiet, then.” His fist wraps around his cock, stroking over it with an appeal that has you whining. You really are no better than Jimin, are you? Just cute and dumb and begging for something to stuff you full. 

“I know you’re not good at that pup, but you’ll have to try for me, hm?” He hazards a glance up at you, tilting his head ever so slightly. 

And god do you want to give in. Do you want to get on all fours and just present yourself like he knows you want to. Just want to be good for him like he likes, like you always are for him when he comes crawling through your window and just slips himself inside with no complaints from you. 

Want to just roll over and give him everything because you never have been able to say no to either of your dogs. 

Still, no one can blame you for giving it the old college try. 

“Pl-please Hobi— I’m, I’m already sore and—“ You keep trying to make excuses, honest, you do. But Hoseok was hardly listening. “Jimin just fucked me so it’s all messy and—“

“He got you ready for me then.” He simply hums, his hand continuing to run up and down his unfairly long length. Hips canting forward on every stroke of his fist to just tease you with the presence of his head against your cunt. “Got you all stretched out to make my job a little easier. I’ll make sure to tell him he’s a good boy next time I see him.” 

“No—“ 

“Oh? You think he deserves a reward instead?” He keeps cutting you off, not letting you get a single word in. It’s infuriating. All of it is– but it’s hard to think. So hard to do anything when he finally ceases his teasing. When he finally draws his cock between your sore, cum slicked core. Fist slowly dragging himself back and forth between your folds, “I’ll let him clean my knot then. When it’s tucked nice and safe inside of you. That sound better, pup?” 

You groan in both annoyance at him and the pleasure staring to overtake you. At your legs becoming shaky, at his hand still holding you up, spreading you open. “Th-thats not what I mea–” 

“Then what do you mean?” He stops suddenly, too quickly. His cock pressing up against your hole, eyes facing you. Red swirling in his gaze, “Did you really think you could come into my territory with him all over you?” 

His hips jut forward slightly, barely stretching you yet the motion is enough to make you squirm. At the resistance fogging up your brain to ebb back, the glorious softness of submission willing your mind to let it take over instead. 

“Seriously.” He scoff, his hips slowly rocking into you, watching as your expression lulls into complacence, “I knew you were a dumb pup when you had a cock in you, but you can’t really be that stupid to think I'd let this–” He motions to your hole, pathetically fluttering around his head, “Slide.” 

He rolls his eyes as your hands reach out to press against his hip bones, fingers digging into his skin. In an attempt to draw him closer or push him back, you could hardly decipher yourself. But it seemed like he knew– he always did. He could always read you like an open book.

“Coming into my territory, letting him try to claim you like you aren’t mine.” He sinks further inside, the tip of his cock finally finding home between your pulsing walls. Stretching you ever so slightly as he sinks his weight down onto his heels.“See? I’m already inside. Took me so easy, just like that.” 

He grunts, his hips not stopping their smooth glide until he’s fucked himself all the way inside, “But we can’t, huh?” He mocks, a soft smile on his face as he curls his fingers in your hair, forcing your head to look down at where you’re fully stretched out around him. At where your cute little cunt begs for him to move. “Looks like you want to, to me.” You know he speaks, yet you can hardly hear him. Somewhere along the way– you wish you could pinpoint when– you felt cotton slowly filling your brain. Slowly floated up into the sky when he treated your body like his property rather than his own. When he treated you like his sweet toy, for him to use and for Jimin to chew on only when he allowed it. 

It had you feeling mushy inside. Had your breath speeding up into short little pants, your body unable to do anything other than follow his simple, direct command. The only kinds he knew you could take when you were in such a state. 

You certainly couldn’t focus now– not that you ever really wanted to. Not when your eyes trained between your legs. Where you could see his hips almost flush against your own, the last inch of his cock twitching as it wished to ram itself inside of you as well. 

Your nails dug deeper into his skin as you whine, little crescent moons in their place as your back arched ever so slightly. As your pupils expanded and your eyes became just a little bit too hazy. 

“Right.” He nods his head, lilt in his tone, “That’s what I thought.” 

The sigh he releases as he slowly pulls back his hips is almost euphoric. The drag of his warm length through your walls sending tingles all the way down to your toes. Your head spinning as he withdraws to the tip before rocking back inside with a lazy regard that has you wanting to yell at him.

“I shouldn’t even be doing this, you know?” He asks, though you’re not really sure if he’s expecting an answer. He surely knows you’re not able to, not when he fills you completely, when he holds your sanity in the palm of his hand, “You don’t even deserve it. Good pups don’t get cock.” 

Somewhere, the back of your brain certainly hears those words. Instantly, you’re letting out a pained whine even at the idea he would stop. Your poor little fists clambering up around his neck, drawing him closer as you tuck your face inside, “No, no.” 

You’re saying the word for an entirely different reason than before. Your walls drawing him in deeper with every slow roll of his hips, begging him not to leave you. His head rolling up against your g-spot with every single motion, little cries leaving your lips all the same.

“No?” He chaffs with a little exhale from his lungs. His entire demeanour not giving away how good he’s feeling in the slightest, leaving you to flounder in your pleasure alone, “So you’re telling me that even after you’ve been pitiful, coming to my home with a mutts cum leaking from your poor little cunt, I should let you get away with it? Really?” 

You don’t know what to say to that, really. A hazardously loud moan being the only thing able to leave your lips as he sends one particularly sharp thrust inside, the sound only muffled by the press of your lips to his throat. 

“Really? You can’t even apologise properly to your alpha?” He scoffs, his achingly slow thrusts pausing, “Fine.” 

Unable to have any time to process, to think before he’s pulling back his hips– a threat that he’s going to leave you–, you’re already blubbering. A high pitched whine along with the chase of your hips urging him to stay inside. To not leave your desperate little form. “‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! Please!” 

He pauses once again, half of his cock outside of you. The hand holding your leg high against your hip leaving little patterns across the skin for support, “For?”

“F-for– um–” You try to think, though it’s so hard. It’s always hard when Hoseok takes control like this. When it feels like he has your mind twisted around a little string, “S-sorry for l-letting Min’s cock in me b-before coming… a-and disrespecting you…” 

“Why?” Slowly, he lets his cock sink inside again, and you can’t help but let out a breath of relief.

You swallow, throat dry. Mouth opening and closing as you work for your answer. Eyes practically lighting up when you manage to come to it all on your own. Head pulling away so you can look at his face directly, “Cause I’m your bitch.” 

The smile that lights up his face makes you feel all warm inside. Has all your nerves melting in a matter of seconds now that you for sure know he isn’t mad at you, and that you know he doesn’t plan on pulling away anytime soon. 

“Good girl.” His praise sends your cunt fluttering in waves, his free hand raising up to pat your hair. Though before you can focus on it too much, his hips begin working inside you again. Bullying your cunt with the sheer length of him alone, with the skillful press of his hips, the slow grind once fully buried, on his own. 

“It’s not your fault though, is it?” His breath feels warm against your ear, his head tucking beside your own as he continues to speak. Talks you through everything just like he always does– making you feel high as a kite, but also firmly planting with him. Teetering between two worlds just like you need when your head gets too muddled up with confusing thoughts. 

“You’re just my dumb little girl. I like you a little stupid though, so that's okay.” Maybe if the circumstances were different– maybe if you hadn’t been fucked already once today– you would have argued back. Would have done something other than moan and nod your head along to whatever he had to say. “It’s Jimin's fault isn’t it? He just whines like he’s in rut and you’re too sweet to say no.” 

He nips the shell of your ear, his arm kicking your leg up slightly, resting it higher up on his forearm. Spreading you out even further for him. Making sure the pleasure-pain from the stretch and overuse combine into something for you to get drunk on. 

“It’s too much responsibility for you, isn’t it?” His tone is light again, his hand coming down between your bodies to rub at your poor, neglected clit. His thumb ribbing swift circles into the bundle, your legs wobbling as you whine, “Your cunt is.” 

Slowly, his thrusts become sharper. The lazy draw moving into powerful, precise thrusts that you can't manage to do a single thing against. Nothing other than fist at the back of his neck, let your measly claws attempt to sink into his skin, “Just let any mutt slip inside with enough begging. I shouldn’t let you have any control over it, should I?”

He grunts with each thrust, finally letting you hear his pleasure. How you’re making him feel whenever you attempt a pathetic little rut of your hips against his, trying to match his unforgiving pace. “It’s okay, I’ll take good care of it. Make sure your cute little pussy knows who it belongs to. Who it should spread its lips for.” 

The change in his pace has you reeling. Has you forgetting every ounce of the outside world. Theres no ‘rest of the backyard’, no Miss Oswald that could walk over and catch you fucking her hyrbid. Nothing but the pressure of Hoseok’s hips rutting against yours and the sound of his low grunts in your ear. “Alpha!” 

He groans, the sound vibrating right in your ear, as you accept your place. As you respond to the non-existent question in the air.  “Exactly.” 

His hips move with purpose now– driving into you over and over again. The movement not daring to pause for even a moment. Completely and utterly consumed. Each and every push in acting as a whip into your core, while every withdrawal acts as though it is moving to keep you in your place. Your whiny hips continue their attempt to keep up with him, to try and match his pace. 

The cord inside of you winding tighter and tighter, drawing entirely taught as you try to bite against the skin on his neck. So close and close and close and close and– 

“You gonna let Jimin rub up against your ass, pup? He looks like he needs it.” The world freezes around you. His thrusts stopping right when you were on the precipice, his words sending ice down your back as you wind your head back from his shoulder, eyes slowly drifting over to follow Hoseok’s gaze. 

Fuck. 

Jimin is standing there, right next to the trellis as he stares at the two of you. His mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, pupils blown wide as the flush on his cheeks. His hand wrapped carelessly around his cock– clearly having been caught stroking it himself when he thought Hoseok wasn’t paying attention. 

Flushed tip dripping with pre-cum, ears now standing at alert as both of your eyes fall on him. His feet taking one step back, then two– 

“Stop.” It’s Hoseok’s voice that makes him freeze in his place, his hand still firmly gripped around his cock. One eyebrow raised as he slowly resumes his motions inside of your cunt, not a care in the world for the pitiful pup who got caught with their hand down their pants. Meanwhile you’re still caught breathless, trying to do anything but flick your gaze between the golden’s face and his leaking cock. So red and pretty and just absolutely desperate. 

 “I would explain yourself now.” Hoseok’s voice cutting through the air, absolute authority on the edge is what finally tumbles Jimin out of his stupored state. His voice ringing out in high whines, tail wagging low as his ears pin back to the base of his skull. 

“It’s not fair!” His voice is the same pitchy, depraved thing as always. His frame quickly rushing towards your paired bodies. Unconcerned for his cock until he saddles up to your side, haphazardly grinding against your leg, already. Pre-cum smearing against the skin, perhaps another attempt at marking you while Hoseok’s cock plugs you up directly.

“I did such a good job! Such a good job at filling you up!” He complains relentlessly, wiggling his frame until he manages to get it behind you with the help of Hoseok manoeuvring you to step out a little from the wall of the house.“A-And you just! Look!” 

He whines again, practically pitiful as he shoves your skirt over your ass, your hands having dropped it somewhere along the way. His arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close. His hips starting a solid, jittery grind against the flesh of your ass while you’re just left to catch up with the two bodies now pressed up against you fully. 

“It’s not fair! I worked so hard!” He tucks his face into your neck, whimpering, pathetic. Hoseok’s hand finding its way into Jimin’s fluffy blonde locks, pulling sharply to draw his head away from the column of your throat. 

“Doesn’t explain why you were watching.” There's a snicker in Hoseok’s voice that has the golden’s cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red, has his mouth opening and closing as he looks for an excuse. 

“B-because!” It looks like Jimin’s going to argue, but your panicked question distracts him from the debate in his heart. The question you found swirling in your mind from the moment Jimin arrived, anxiety clogging your heart as you were brought crashing back down to the earth from the fluffy clouds you once resided in. 

“Wh-Where’s–” 

It’s Hoseok that answers, already knowing where your concern is sure to lay, “Heard her car pull out awhile ago. Had dinner plans with her friends tonight.” His lips coming down, pressing an all too-gentle kiss to your forehead. The perfect pair to the slow glide of his hips. The thing slowly attempting to inch you back up to the sky, along with the stuttered ruts against your rear.

“That’s how I knew he was coming.” A pointed glance was sent over your shoulder to the blonde behind you, his hips slowly picking up as a small ‘oh’ left your own throat. Your hands slowly relaxing to scratch against Hoseok’s neck once again. As you slowly allowed the pleasure to creep back into your spine. 

“How could I not!” Jimin whines, grumbling as he forces his face back into your neck despite the pull against his hair. Maybe liking the pain of it a little bit more than he would ever be willing to admit, “I smelt you all over her! Smelt my cum and her and you!! You’re so mean!” 

The doberman chuckles, “Uh huh. Right. You say that like you have any place to, mutt.” 

“O-of course I do! You’re fucking my mate!” 

“You were getting off to it.” He rolls his eyes, “Are getting off to it.” He corrects with a shrug, his hips picking up from their slow pace as you let out a whimper. Caught in the middle of the two dog hybrids. 

Jimin’s hips rock forwards as he lets out a petulant whine, though when his cock slips between your folds to meet the feeling of Hoseok’s cock, he can’t help but keen for an entirely different reason. His entire spine shaking as his head presses against Hoseok’s precise rhythm. As he feels your hole stretch to accommodate the invading length with a desperation he’s never felt in this way.

“See?” You can hear the smirk in Hoseok’s tone, though can’t focus on it. Entirely enamoured with the feeling of Jimin's cock rutting repeatedly between your legs, attempting to match the way Hoseok rolls his own though with an entirely unrefined, uncoordinated demeanour, “Can’t even think with the promise of pussy. Both of you pups are the same.” 

You whine, hear Jimin attempt to rebuke it in the background but can’t do much more than that. The heady, spiralling feeling flooding back with so much force you can’t think. Don’t want to. If the drool on your shoulder tells you anything, it’s that your hyrbid is in much the same state. 

When Jimin’s hips begin to move with more meaning, more insistence– only then do you gasp. His hips angling in an attempt to push his way inside of your used cunt as well, stretching you ever so slightly in a way that has your entrance burning and your nails digging into Hoseok’s shoulders. A yip in your voice, yet your body obediently staying in place. 

A growl from Hoseok stops the motion entirely. A sharp tut on your hip pulling you away as he bares his teeth at the younger hybrid. As he warns him to not even attempt doing such a thing. 

And much to your surprise– Jimin’s concession is immediate. The baring of his throat, the small whimper in his voice sounding so loud in your ears. 

“No.” The doberman hybrid grumbles, his hips picking up their pace once more. The scrape of his cock along your walls making you forget about the fight you were almost concerned would break out, “Bad dogs don’t get pussy.” 

The words are a command, and Jimin knows it. Flashes his neck and whines even more as if to actually say sorry. Doesn’t move closer again until Hoseok slowly eases you back. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you do this much. You don’t deserve it.” 

Jimin nods his head quickly in agreement, though you’re not sure if he actually processes the words. His hand pressing his length between your legs again, resuming his grinding like nothing had ever happened in the first place. 

This is entirely beyond you– the whole exchange. The apparent battle for dominance fizzling away as Hoseok keeps you in his grasp. As he fucks his cock into you with purpose, with meaning now that he put both of his pets in their place. 

“I’ll punish him later, pup. Don’t worry.” He grunts, lips pressed into your hair. Shutters running down his entire spine as he hears the both of you slowly begin to fall apart. To submit to your places within the pack just like he knows you both need to to feel safe. To feel complete. 

Both of your moans ringing out loud into the air– Jimin’s desperate as he clings to you. Sweat soaking his brow. Yours angelic, the prettiest thing Hoseok’s ever heard. “You’re both just babbling babies, huh? Don’t know what to do unless someone tells you.” 

You’re brought to the precipice all too quickly once again. You’re head shaking in agreement, while Jimin hazards a half-growl that doesn’t really mean anything. Your walls desperately clinging– clamping around Hoseok’s length. Legs shaking every time you feel both Hoseok thrust into your core and Jimin fuck himself between your legs at the same time. All while Hoseok’s knot slowly grows larger. Pulls against you whenever he pulls out, incessant pressure whenever he pops it back inside.  

With the two of them working together, it's not a question how you’re brought to the edge so easily. Why you’re already tumbling over the edge even though you know you’re supposed to without Hoseok’s permission. Your vision clouding at the corners in white, a sharp inhale being the last breath you take before your orgasm overwhelms you completely. 

Two bodies surrounding you, you press forward into one and lean back into the other. Your hips kicking, stuttering while Jimin attempts to hold them in place. Hoseok’s thrusts becoming jerky in their own right as waves and waves of pleasure drown you.

Distantly, as you continue to ride out your high, you feel something stretch you to the very brim. Heavy coats of white painting your insides as a knot burns against your entrance. Locking him against you, keeping you stuffed full as more and more and more cum floods you. Makes you whimper and try to hold on. 

Slowly you drift back down to earth, your lungs attempting to follow in your footsteps as you try to catch your breath. As the fuzz leaves your ears and the sounds of Hoseok’s growls fill them instead. 

With shaky muscles and a flushed face, you try to look around. Try to use your limited movement to the best of your ability to see what has him worked up. What has Jimin whimpering like a kicked puppy in an attempt to appease him. 

Tilting your head behind you as much as you can muster, you finally see it. Hoseok’s hand wrapped around Jimin’s aching cock, right at the base. Right where Jimin’s knot had attempted to inflate right before Hoseok pulled him away from you. Before Jimin was able to cum even a little bit. 

“Don’t deserve it.” He grunts, fist wrapped around tight. Maybe almost painfully– you’re not sure, but Jimin’s tail still seems to be batting at a mile a minute. High and excited as he keens in desperation. 

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” Jimin doesn’t know what he’s apologising for, that much is clear. Only that he is and that his hips are bucking into the tight grip rather than away from it. “Please– please, I was so close. So close!”

“You really think you deserve to cum?” You feel Jimin nodding his head, his fluffy hair pressing against yours. It’s unfortunate that Hosoek’s already landed on his decision.“Cute. Too bad.” 

His fist finally releases after a traitorously long minute– a loud whine from Jimin signally he had done so. His orgasm completely denied. “What? What! I’ve been good! I deserve to!” 

“Funny.” Hoseok snorts, his attention finally returning to your shaky, wrecked form. He can’t do anything but coo at the tired look in your eyes, the way your thighs barely seem to hold you up anymore. 

“I-I’ll–!” Jimin is acting before thinking, practically frantic as he gets down on his knees to your side. Assisting Hoseok in lifting your leg higher even though it causes a creaky sound from your lips. “I’ll show you! I deserve it!” 

Before you can even manage to get a word out, you feel the softness of Jimin’s tongue against your cunt. The muscle gently licking your hole, where Hoseok has you stretched. Giving it attention that practically sets your nerves on fire, driving you almost into oversensitivity. 

You whine at the feeling, your remaining grounded knee practically giving out though Hoseok calms you before you have time to complain. Hand coming up to brush down your hair, lips finding yours to give you a soft peck. “It’s okay. He’s trying to soothe you. The ache. Dog hybrids do it for each other.” 

Oh. 

You attempt to look between your joined bodies to find the mop of blonde, though are hardly able to as he continues his soft, planned licking. A new found flutter traveling from your core at the attention, the care he provides. 

Soon, you feel the same shutters travel down Hoseok’s spine as his licking moves to the part of the knot he can still reach. Lapping oh-so carefully between your two combined bodies, your heart rate beating just a tad bit faster than before as he seems to get lost in the motion. Forgetting the point of what he was doing as he tastes your combined essence. 

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok finally grunts out, pushing Jimin’s head away. The dog hybrid coming up with a beaming smile, a combination of saliva and your arousal coating the area around his lips. 

“See? I’m good.” He announces, too proud. Hands on his hips, tail beating erratically at his spine. Somehow, you manage to nod your head in agreement. “So I get to cum now?”

Hoseok looks between you– slowly slipping away you– and Jimin, letting out a sigh. “Later. I need to get my omega home now. Into a nice bed while my knot goes down.”

You giggle softly as Jimin visibly deflates, grumbling to himself about something or other your brain couldn’t seem to deem as important. All you could figure out was the heaviness in your limbs and the urge to cuddle nagging at the back of your skull.

“‘T’s okay Min, cuddle now. Please?” Your voice is scratchy as you ask, “Did a good job cleaning, so– so I’ll help later. After cuddles.” 

Though Jimin’s ears perk, he keeps his down trodden demeanour. Following obediently behind as Hoseok lifts you up fully, making sure to keep his knot securely inside so it doesn’t tug on your poor hole. 

The walk back to your house is a blur, along with how you managed to get into your own bed changed into Jimin’s clothes. Your mind only half alert as you settle into the covers, both dog boys tucked around you securely. Keeping you safe. Keeping you loved. Keeping you warm. 

Well, until the illusion of peace is startled when Jimin sits up, a new argument clearly fresh on his tongue, “My! Omega!” 

Hoseok, sleepy as ever– hardly still conscious with his face tucked into your hair, teeth absentmindedly gnawing against your neck. “What?”

“You said my omega! But she’s mine!” 

He only laughs, tutting softly as he laces his fingers in Jimin’s hair, pulling him down. Forcing his face into the other side of your neck. Where Jimin’s mate mark would go when you eventually let you. 

“Our Omega.” 

Jimin grumbles, “Fine.” There's a few seconds of silence settling over you three once again, the feeling of their nibbling bites leaving marks against your skin drawing you closer and closer to falling asleep. “But I had her last.” 

You groan, pushing your face deeper into Hoseok’s chest. The older hybrid just chuckling, clearly more playful than dominant at the moment. Baiting Jimin even further, “I had her first, though.” 

And before you know it, a pillow is whipped around from behind your back, hitting Hoseok square on the side of the head. 

Well, if you thought having one dog hybrid as a roommate was difficult, good luck living with two.

❆ : Ctrl the Cold 2025 M.List

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: notes: I just love hybrid fics man what can I say, they're straight dopamine to the veins. in fact, this fic was supposed to include 3 scenes, but by the time 2 were finished and I found myself at almost 15k I said 'Lily you gotta wrap it up' LMAO!!

I hope you enjoyed, and please let me know any thoughts you may have about this fic, or any others I have posted!! I love to yap and talk about characters/ write drabbles for them! Have a great day and see you next friday for the next fic in the event <33

being a match maker wasn't something you sought out, if anything it sought you out after all you didn't know sending out your sisters letters would land her, her soulmate. your sister and her boyfriend had gone through their fair share of tests but made it out each time, not unscathed but they made it out.

their relationship made it abundantly clear they chose each other every time—without fail and their determination to better their relationship was something you deeply admired, even being something you would strive for.

however you didn't bother yourself with something as trivial as boys, or anything of the sort. who needed love when you were always accidentally (and sometimes intentionally) matching people up.

this was a constant, even when you transferred to korea's international university of seoul (also known as kiss) into a dorm with your best friend jake who had graciously asked the board to let you room with him and his friend.

you melted into your desk chair sighing out in relief, decorating your new room had taken more out of you then you'd originally bargained, but at last the room was homey—comfortable and exactly how you liked it with the smell of your vanilla candle burning. you told jake you'd meet him at the welcome party, which really you said to have time to wind down before being overwhelmed with new people.

truthfully you were a little nervous to meet jake's roommate, mainly because you knew nothing about him—not even being able to point him out in one of jake's posts if asked.

you smoothed over the dress you picked out after a long internal debate, you paired it with your favourite necklace and a handbag. the mirror stared back at you whispering spells of confidence through you—you peeled your eyes away from the mirror with a satisfied hum.

before you could overthink going to the party any further you put on your favourite shoes and scrambled out the dorm with a little copy of a map of campus.

the air was light, a little cold but refreshing—this was about the time you regretted not bringing something to cover your arms.

thankfully for your goosebump ridden arms the hall wasn't far at all, you eyed the coloured sigh above the entry way "WELCOME PARTY!" feeling a little unease settle in your stomach.

the sound of laughter and music boomed through your body as you stepped through the room, on a plus you didn't have to graze against anyone to get through or else you would've turned around by now, especially with no alcohol in your system.

as if reading your mind a table packed with refreshments almost materialised in front of your eyes, it peeked through the swarm of people and a familiar brown fluffy haired man stood as he looked over the options.

[ NOW PLAYING > CON LA BRISA ]

a mischievous smile graced your lips as you placed a firm hand on his shoulder, making the taller boy stiffen with a subtle rise of his shoulders, he turned his head—eyebrows raised until they settled on you a familiar adoring boyish smile taking over his features.

"y/n!!" jake gasped pulling you into a hug "jake!" you returned against his shoulder, "you look amazing y/n!" he spoke over the music, you laughed complimenting his own outfit before you caught him up on the details of your journey, not noticing a certain blonde watching the exchange.

jungwon raised an eyebrow a smirk playing on his lips watching his friend talk to a girl he couldn't quite see behind him, he walked over as you got distracted with someone asking you about your dress, "i didn't know you had a girlfriend" he joked hush against his ear, eyes drifting over the back of your head, jake shook his head shooting him a eyeroll.

he snaked an arm around your shoulder as you finished your exchange pulling you so your shoulder bumped his, "this is our new roommate y/n" he beamed to jungwon.

your eyes fell him, his fell on you. for a split second you felt a tightness in your eyes—like they wanted to cry for you, like someone had wiped your memories of someone dear to you but your body still knew who he was—he felt so achingly familiar.

with your eyes full of wonder boring into each other you spoke together.

"have we met?".

you watched his lips curl, your own doing the same with no protest, his eyebrows furrowed looking over you as if he was trying to figure you out right there, or try to understand why his heart was beating faster, louder in his ears.

he looked like someone your eyes could fall to easily as your mind wandered into different realms, someone your eyes could find peace in as you thought of places you couldn't recall if asked.

the type of man you'd see on the front of a magazine wearing various designer pieces. only here he was sporting a black jacket with a white undershirt and grey baggy cargos. he knew how to dress, perfectly at that.

he didn't know what he expected when jake had asked him if you could move into their dorms, he just knows he did not expect you. not you with your eyes or your face that would leave people wondering who you were.

he smiled soft and polite "nice to meet you, i'm jungwon", you returned the smile, tilting your head "you too, i'm y/n".

he automatically repeated your name in his head over and over as if he was trying to ingrain your words into the corners of his mind—his brain short circuited when he realised what it was doing. you however didn't see any of this, just a stiffer smile than before and a little nod.

jake looked between the two of you trying to figure out why such a small exchange felt like it had an underlying secret under it. he grabbed a cup for each of you with some liquid sloshing around and pulled it around your shoulders in front of you.

you thanked him with a grin taking a long sip of the mystery substance, the taste of cherry and a liqueur you couldn't name sliding down your throat with a burn, you scrunched your nose giving your friend a nod of approval, your eyes flicked over to the pretty blonde watching his own reaction.

he also scrunched his nose in something between disgust and approval, approval not for the taste but for the alcohol. you all laughed together in uncertain familiarity, warmth seeped through your body, a comforting feeling—a hope for this feeling to continue.

after some time wandering around the room catching up with jake you caught the sight of a well dressed lady your age walking your way, "hii killer dress!, i'm yuri!" she spoke enthusiastically with an american accent eyeing you up and down.

"hi! you too, i'm y/n" you replied as she beamed proceeding to ask you the details of the dress, the discussion quickly switching to uni life "my mom is a professor here" she explained with a point towards the centre of the room towards a tall woman laughing comfortably into a taller man.

after a lot of getting to know your new friend and finding out she had mutual friends with yours, your social battery felt worn out and old wanting nothing more than to teleport home into comfy clothes and a cup of tea heating your palms, you bid your goodbyes to yuri and turned to let jake know you were going to turn in for the night. "we were just about to ask you if you wanted to go home" he replied as his eyes darted around looking for his friend around the hall.

you spotted him first next to the door with a tall black haired boy you'd later know as park sunghoon.

you nudged your friend and dragged your eyes back to where jungwon stood with a pointed look, he gave you a appreciative nod and motioned you to follow him through the wave of people who seemed to spawn in as you were leaving, you for one were thankful everyone came later.

"yo jungwon you coming?" jake asked as he dapped up the mystery man, "yeah" he replied eyes darting between you, the taller mans eyes followed jungwon's landing on you with a charming smile.

"hi, i'm sunghoon" he spoke clearly, you mimicked his smile feeling their eyes taking you in.

"hey, i'm y/n" you returned, he sent jake a look you had seen between friends many times, the slight eyebrow raise, the flick at the corner of his lips. jake raised an eyebrow as if to say don't even think about it.

jungwon unintentionally pulled you out of your thoughts with a cough, "alright we should get going" he spoke angling himself towards the door.

[ NOW PLAYING > NEW KIND OF LOVE ]

you let out a sigh you didn't realise you were holding in as you slipped off your shoes and placed them by the others. "tired?" jake sent a comforting smile placing his own by yours. "i have a couple hours left in me".

"good you should come watch a movie with us" he spoke as you led him through the dorm to your room "roommate bonding" he added with a laugh, you hummed placing your bag in it's new home—laying out your pyjamas for the night. "sure, why not" you smiled turning to face him, only to see both your roommates in front of your door frame.

their eyes gawked over the transformation of the once bare room, now filled with.. well you. "this is so comfy" jake exhaled sinking into a beanbag in the corner of your room. "i outdid myself" you replied playfully, jungwon also looked over your room taking in all your interests with slightly widened eyes before they landed on you. "movie in 30?" he asked you both leaning against your door, you both agreed before they dispersed into their own rooms to shower.

the hot water ran over your body like a blanket of comfort as your mind wandered to the first meeting with the blonde boy. you didn't mean it to, if anything you'd tried willing yourself to stop thinking about something you couldn't explain. after all the only explanation you could think of was temporary insanity.

he was a stranger not even 2 hours ago and now? he was your roommate, your pretty head fuck of a roommate and all he had done was look at you. you shook your head comically as a scoff left your lips at the invasive thought and with that you pushed it to the corners of your mind opting to forget about it completely.

unbeknownst to you jungwon's brain was fighting him about the same topic—a string of confusion clouding his usually clear mind, he too chose ignorance.

after drying yourself off and changing into your pyjamas—you opened your door and walked towards the kitchen. jungwon stood by the counter pouring hot water into a mug, his hair freshly washed—a slightly oversized black tee clinging to his body and grey sweats hanging off his hips.

you walked over and grabbed your own mug from the side before settling in step beside him. "hey" you said as you switched the kettle on, he looked over to you, almost like he'd forgotten you'd be here—or at least that's what you thought.

"hey, tea?" he said softly. "yeah how'd you know?" you replied before grabbing a tea-bag and sugar, "just a hunch" he slid closer to you—tilting his cup to show you the contents of the cup, the heat and scent tickling your nose.

"you have good taste" you smiled flicking the teabag into the bin, with his back to the counter he leant against it studying your movements. "so do you" his cat eyes still held the same familiarity you met him with now a curious arch to his brows.

you mirrored his movements leaning against the counter as the steam swirled into the air. "what movie do you want to watch?" he asked "hmm i'll let you and jake decide for today, see if you guys have what it takes" you playfully spoke, he let out an unguarded laugh and for a split second your mind tumbled into a eery silence—only that laugh spinning through you.

"i guess we can't fuck up then" he replied playfully checking the heat of his tea. "i guess not" your lips curled as your eyes met for a few more seconds than either of you intended, you looked deep into each other as if you expected the answers to reveal themselves to you.

you peeled them away first with a polite smile not catching his eyes lingering on you even after you turned.

jake slipped into the room with an exhale and a towel on his head, his eyes fell on you both "hey guys" he grinned lazily rubbing the towel into his damp hair.

he slid in next to you as you replied with your head knocking into his shoulder, "you and your tea obsessions" he scoffed with a ruffle to your hair, you slid away with a huff fixing the strands. jungwon watched in amusement but also something deeper, something he couldn't admit even to himself, a sense of longing—wanting to be closer, the thought was pushed away almost as quickly as it entered his mind.

you pushed yourself onto the counter and sipped on your tea as jake discussed movie options with jungwon. the blonde leaned over into jake's ear, you watched his expression taking a form of delight, his eyebrows lifting, "that might be perfect for her" jake said.

"alright can you fill me in" you looked between them, they nodded to each other, "the conjuring" jungwon looked at you with a corner of his lips twitching up.

you raised your eyebrows with pursed lips before cracking a smile, his lips mimicked your own, dimples peeking through.

you watched for a second, just enough time that it wasn't noticeable or so you thought, that dimple had the power to short circuit your brain, you just didn't know it yet. right now all you could think was that of a child, pretty blonde, pretty dimples, pretty eyes, pretty smile, pretty.

he watched your eyes do that thing he saw earlier, the split second of big wide eyes with thoughts running through them at a million miles per hour and then without warning it all stopped as though you were keeping yourself in check, what he didn't notice was himself doing the same.

"did he tell you it's one of my favourite?" you playfully interrogated looking between them "nope just a hunch" he replied with a tilt to his head and a smile as jake shook his head, "-also i saw your books" he added.

you turned your head as a laugh bubbled through you, not seeing how his eyes lit up, his mouth mirroring your own, his bubbly intoxicating laugh.

as your laughs died down jake's eyes caught jungwon's on you, the introvert laughing with girl he met a few hours, a knowing smile graced his lips.

[ NOW PLAYING > CHAMPAGNE COAST ]

you sat in between your two roommates with a shared blanket draped over your legs, your attention on the movie playing in front of you, you got through the movie feeling heaviness in your eyes.

he looked over to you for a split second, doing a double take when he saw your head drooping to the side before hitting jake's shoulder—jake lifted in shock from the sudden weight. he looked over to jungwon, stiffening afraid to wake you. he tried shuffling down so you could be comfier, only to be met with a groan and an arm flailing.

jungwon watched in amusement as jake huffed wrapping the blanket further on you, the movie finished with you breathing softly into jake's lap and legs brushing against jungwon's.

he looked over to jungwon with a small motion to help. jungwon gaped at the sight before him not knowing how to approach this, he teetered forward and blew some air through his nose.

his hand rested against your arm before carefully lifting your legs onto his lap, he pulled you further down as jake lifted your head, you stirred making them both freeze in their steps, as though searching for comfort with a little huff you ended up with your head in jungwon's neck.

he swallowed hard, wide eyes looking to jake as if he could help him, without a second thought he pulled himself to his feet with his arms wrapped safely around you, jake opened the door with a small laugh and peeled back your sheets. he placed you down gently and watched as your lips jutted out in a pout from the lack of warmth.

he couldn't decipher his thoughts—there were too many, for every thought he had about you, your softened features, your pretty lips, your huffs, also came a little voice telling him he's insane, to stop, he listened.

he draped the thick sheets over you before retreating to the safety of his room, mind spinning with ghost of you nestled in his neck.

you cracked the door open with rubs to the eye, a faint sting in your head loomed in the peaks of your head. the two men sat at the kitchen island with cups in front of them, they both looked up, small smiles gracing their lips. "morning" they both greeted.

you rubbed your head managing to give them a morning back, "i don't even remember getting to bed" you spoke as you made your tea, "yeah you were drooling on me" jake laughed loud. you set your cup on the table and groaned "i don't drool!" he laughed louder as you huffed.

"yeah no you didn't, if you did i would've thrown you to jungwon". you brain silenced you at the thought of such an intimate act, well it's normal with jake why not jungwon? you countered to yourself.

it's not the same.

"but jungwon got you to your room safe" he added as he chewed his food, you turned to him and mustered out apologies at that, saying they should've woken you up. he shook his head with a comforting laugh making your eyes meet his and with a rasp to his voice he said "i was glad to, really. besides you looked too peaceful".

you mustered a nod and a thank you not being able to meet his eyes.

"you guy's got classes today?" jake asked as you both sipped your tea. "i've got some induction meetings and then i'm freed" you spoke resting your chin on your hand.

"i've got to be there too" jungwon said finishing his tea. "your dad funded it?" jake asked.

"yeah he asked me to sit in since he can't be there" he spoke impassive. "jake do you have any today?" you asked looking over to him.

"nope gonna be a housewife today" you laughed feeling a little more awake now, the sting in your head now non-existent.

after finishing your tea you changed into some clothes and got ready for your class opting to go without your scarf since it was hiding from you, jungwon was going to your class today—you didn't quite know what to make of this, nothing wrong with getting closer to your roommate that your heart seems to come alive for.

without a word you both put on your shoes with a polite smile between you, he opened the door for you and locked it as you thanked him, you noticed his eyes still looking at you with that same curious gaze, except now it was like he was trying not to and failing.

you fell into step together walking towards the class, now out of the safety of the halls and onto the streets the air was fresh with the smell of rain, colder than yesterday. jungwon stopped in his tracks—his eyes on his phone, you stopped with him, "everything okay?" you asked, he glanced up "yeah, class got cancelled the stand in professor called in sick.. do you want to grab tea?".

"oh, yeah sure" you spoke with a chill running through you.

"are you cold?" jungwon spoke through the sound of birds and the odd car.

"just a little, i couldn't find my scarf" you spoke with a sigh as you looked over to him, his cheeks were tinted pink from the cold, a black backwards cap sat on his head, a red scarf wrapped neatly around his neck.

he immediately stopped walking, you turned to him with confusion written in your brows, he unwrapped the scarf walking over to you, you backed up "no, no i'll be okay" you spoke fast, firm.

"besides our dorm is on the way to the tea place".

"y/n come here" he raised an eyebrow leaving no room for debate, you stood still as he stepped forward, you thought he'd just give you the scarf, instead he looked at the scarf with concentration as he wrapped it neatly around your neck, as if this was the most important thing in the world in that moment.

"let's go home"

his deep red scarf sat comfortably around your neck, the clean scent of him happily invading your nose, you were picking up on his habits, if you lagged behind for even a second he'd slow down without a thought, always making sure doors don't fall on you without making a show of it.

"if you can't find it don't worry, just keep mine on" he spoke as you walked into the dorm, "no, i'd feel too bad" you looked up at him into his eyes for the first time that day, he faltered mouth opening and closing.

"will it make you feel better if i grab my turtleneck jacket" you made a faux thinking pout before nodding.

"that would make me feel better yes" he sent you a sweet smile, dimple hollowing, your heart flipped involuntarily.

you rummaged through your closet seeing no sign of your scarf—you turned back closing the door to your closet, where is it.

your eyes scanned over the room seeing nothing out of the ordinary, your bed with it's usual blankets folded lazily at the end. a slight annoyance tinged in you as you walked back to the kitchen.

"hey, back already?" jake greeted you, "yeah class got cancelled but we're going to a tea place if you wanna come?" you asked as you put your shoes back on.

"i'm feeling lazy but i'd looove if you could bring me grape-ade?" he asked with a cheeky grin and a head tilt, you rolled your eyes giving him a nod.

jungwon walked out from his room, now sporting an olive jacket, he grabbed his shoes and walked over to the sofa as you and jake conversed about something you wouldn't be able to remember if asked later on.

"you ready y/n?" he asked as you finished your conversation, "yeah i couldn't find it but i'm warm enou-".

"if you even try taking it off i'm gonna start wrestling you" he joked as he tied his laces into bows, "i could take you" you laughed with no thought behind the words, he rolled his eyes playfully before gesturing to the door for you to go ahead.

"bye jake!" you waved to the boy, jungwon joined before locking the door hearing a faint "don't forget the grape ade!" you both shared eye contact, giggles falling into the air with a warmth pooling in your stomach.

you'd settled into a comfortable talk of classes as you walked side by side, pushing all the nonsense from yesterday to the backrooms of your mind by force, because this was your roommate and you wanted to be friends with him... without your brain dangling a carrot etched with perfect man over your head.

you had a suspicion of what was happening, you'd had crushes before but quickly came to the realisation that crushes were nothing but a lack of information and you had a habit of falling for the thought of a person rather than who they actually were.

however this wasn't something you had dealt with since you were younger but for right now, that's all you could come up with.

you were brought back to reality when you'd finally reached the warmly lit cafe, jungwon pushed open the door, keeping it open for you as he had been. you thanked him as you both sat opposite each other at the front of the cafe, in front of the window.

he sunk back in the chair sighing under his breath as he pulled the cap from his head, he shook his head softly letting it fall to his forehead. his eye winked at the intrusion—he blew the hair away as he usually would.

you cursed in your head as you let your attention swerve back to the list of refreshments, as if you didn't already know what you wanted.

"what are you getting?" he asked with his eyes already on you, as though he'd been watching. "black tea, you?" you replied easily.

"me too" he tilted his head with a small smile. he watched as you averted your eyes to the window, a muscle in your jaw tightening as you turned your head towards it, his eyes softened as he watched you stuck in your own head—wondering what was going through your mind.

his scarf sat snug around your neck, only he knew who it belonged to. in shadows of his mind you were the water behind a dam, cracks deepened as you leaked through.

you ordered your drinks and talked as you looked out at the life outside the windows, through the background chatter of the others in the cafe jungwon's voice cut through.

"so.. jake tells me your a match-maker?" he started with a mischievous glint to his eyes. you groaned head tipping back, hands covering your face.

"he didn't.. oh my gosh" you spoke behind your hands. "don't worry he barely told me anything, he told me he was catching up with your sister and her boyfriend and about how you matched them up" he laughed softly as his fingers hovered over the cup.

"it wasn't intentional" you started, he encouraged you to go on with a pointed look, "she wrote some love letters and as the curious silly little sister, i sent them.. and they ended up dating for real after fake dating, they've been together about 6 years now" you added watching as his eyes widened slightly at your words.

"that sounds like the plot of a bad romcom" he spoke, eyes crinkling a laugh bursting out both of you at his words, "it really does".

"but since then it seems like i keep unintentionally matching people up, so i just did it when i saw something between people, even when they couldn't see it" you trailed off a small smile playing on your lips as your fingers skimmed the rim of the cup.

"how do you even notice things like that?" he asked with genuine wonder.

"sometimes all it takes is catching a look between people, other times it's been places i spend a lot of time at, like when i was at school i noticed my teachers yearning for each other like they were in a drama, so i put a rose on her desk from him, which got them talking and now they're married" you spoke happily, eyes lighting up at the memories of their wedding.

"wow, you are a modern day cupid" he spoke incredulously as you shook your head with a laugh.

"i'd rather not be, cupid's love story is complicated to say the least" you responded finishing your tea.

"aren't all love stories?" he countered.

"touché" you responded as you both finished up your tea. you ordered a go to grape-ade for jake and walked back to your dorm, sharing more details about your sister and her boyfriend.

you walked in laughing about one of your match-making stories as jake sat on the sofa scrolling on his phone, his ears perked at the noise. you sat next to him after taking off your shoes and coat and handed him his drink, he thanked you with a smile and a how was it. as you told him how cute the cafe was you felt a dip in the sofa next to you.

jungwon watched as you sat back and tilted your head back talking about the cafe, it wasn't much but he noticed it all, in the little time you'd spent together you were becoming a little more comfortable, bit by bit.

you caught his eye as you gestured to jake, he watched as your breath halt when you saw his feline eyes already on you, you pulled yourself together with a breath, his eyes glazed over your face—landing on your neck.

your own followed his and you unwrapped the scarf from your neck before holding it between your palms, "i'll wash it and get it back to you, is that okay?" he looked between your eyes slowly.

"no, it's okay i'll do it" before you could fight back, he read your mind and placed a hand on the scarf with a grin, you felt his hand graze yours, a light tingly feeling bloomed as you felt a flutter in the pits of your stomach.

you both pulled back in silence shifting back to your original position, jake sat sipping his grape-ade looking over with a side eye.

jungwon retreated into his room to freshen up, with his scarf. he hung it up, the scent of you causing him to stop in his tracks, with a shake to his head he left it hung on the hook by his wardobe, with no intention to wash it.

.⭑ˎˊ˗

you had the same encounters, the same shared looks that neither of you addressed or could even admit to yourselves and then you had your first class, with yuri sitting next to you, occasionally making conversation about clothes or class.

that evening you got home and had a shower as usual, washing away any stress from the day and getting changed into pyjamas—then proceeding to the kitchen to make your tea, only to find jungwon sat at the table with two steaming cups beside him.

he motioned you to sit, you raised an eyebrow in confusion as you sat beside him at the island—he slid the cup over while sipping his own.

you'd always been better at showing appreciation physically, with a thank you and a smile—a hug or a head on a shoulder.

so when you placed your cheek on his shoulder with a small thank you, you told yourself it was like how you would with jake, that it wasn't different.

he stiffened not having time to relax—you'd already pulled away, his body missed you when his mind couldn't understand why, he chased the feeling of your body on his without giving himself permission to.

"you didn't have to" was all you could muster with your voice coming out softer than you meant it to, quieter.

"i wanted to" he said back, with the same tone—that same tone that made it feel more intimate than either of you allowed it to be.

you took a testing sip, it tasted exactly as it would if you'd made it yourself—he watched over your expression.

"good?" he asked with a curious arch to his brow.

you turned to him "perfect... thank you".

his smile gleamed under the dim orange lamps scattered around the dorm, a small shy smile you only saw a handful of times but relishing in it each time.

[ PLAYING NOW > TAKE A BITE ]

he couldn't breathe feeling you against his neck, hot—heavy. your lips ghosting over his ear, he whispered incoherent words in your ear, his hands not touching you—not yet.

he was close enough that his presence maddened you, a slight pull could intertwine you but neither of you dared to cross that line.

"i wanted to see the world in colour, through your eyes and through your mind."

your eyes stung—cold sweat clung to your forehead, you were shaking, you groaned as you stumbled out of bed with your chest burning—eyes darting to the clock on your bedside table, lighting up a green 3:21AM.

you splashed cold water on your face and walked heavily through your door to the kitchen in the dark, without warning the under lights of the kitchen turned on—you gasped loud causing the other figure to jump with you, a startled jungwon stood before you.

his face was flushed, eyes wide, like he'd seen something he couldn't explain.

you let out a breath of relief sinking into the chair, his shoulders also slumped in something between relief and defeat.

neither of you spoke at first just breathing in the shared space, he also melted into the chair next to you.

"you look like you've seen a ghost" you finally spoke after minutes.

"so do you" he managed back.

he grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and slid back into his seat, you thanked him before guzzling down half the bottle.

you couldn't remember much from the dream, only that you were not you—you were watching yourself through someone else's eyes, you remembered they had made you look like you'd stepped out of a romcom, with the dreamy lens and the heart eyes.

you remembered the words.

and even so, you had no idea why it led to this reaction, why you were sat at your kitchen island with your roommate like you just had a life altering experience.

you weren't comforting each other for what you were going through, you were simply living through the same experience, unknowingly.

you were so focused on your thoughts you didn't notice jungwon's hand inching towards you, not until it held your arm—so light you'd think you were made of glass, only until then you didn't realise you were shaking.

you startled before dragging your eyes over to him, he tried inching closer to be able to hold you comfortably but the chair was stuck—he let go of his hold on you to grapple onto the bottom of your chair, dragging it closer so your shoulders touched.

you would've found it hot if you could think about anything other than whoever was with you in your head. his hand came back to that same spot, as if to ground you, he rubbed up and down, the sleeve of your shirt occasionally getting in the way.

without a word you turned, tilted your head and sighed falling onto his shoulder.

the last week scared you more than you could verbalise, you weren't scared of what was happening, more so of the uncertainty—the unknown.

the whys, hows, there was no real explanation to anything that had happened recently, it was all catching up to you after a week of pushing it all down and wishing it'd go away.

you felt him tense beneath you at the weight, he quickly relaxed—sighing into your touch, for a second you thought he was going to pull away, instead he pulled his hand from your arm and wrapped it around you, letting your weight fall on him.

he was telling you without words that you could lean on him, he could take it but all you could think was, who does he lean on?

after some time you tilted your head to take him in, his flushed cheeks, the curve of his nose, his eyes still sparkling despite the clear exhaustion—his eyes locked with yours.

"are you okay?" you asked as if you weren't the one shaking a couple minutes ago, not even realising you'd stopped.

he paused before laughing in fond disbelief "you're asking me that?"

you rolled your eyes, still so close to him, "you don't look too good yourself.. answer me".

"yes ma'am, i'm- well i'm fine—tired i just woke up after a dream" he spoke slow, careful.

"me too" you spoke under your breathe. he nodded finally looking away like he'd seen something he shouldn't have.

"good or bad dream?" he asked.

"i don't know yet".

.⭑ˎˊ˗

you spent most spare moments with those words in your head.

"i wanted to see the world in colour, through your eyes and through your mind."

after that night with jungwon you'd gone to bed with those words echoing in your mind like a prayer, you went to class as usual—one of them was with your roommates.

jake and jungwon had coerced you into sitting with their friends, sunghoon, ni-ki, yuri and her friend juliana, they welcomed you easily, as if you weren't new, they included you when they didn't have to.

after spending more time with them in classes sunghoon and ni-ki decided to come over more, you often found them on your sofa with a smile encouraging you to hang out with you, which you always did.

jungwon couldn't understand why this was happening to him, he went to class as usual, lived his life as usual. only now his heart raced when he heard your voice—he heard you everywhere, he heard you in the laughs of people he didn't know, always turning without fail to see if it was you behind it.

he hated it but he relished in your presence—he'd told himself you were roommates—friends, nothing more.

which is why he didn't know what he was thinking when he'd suggested studying in the library to his friends, of course you'd be invited.

it's not like he was avoiding you, but he'd made it a point to try not be in close proximity with you outside of the dorms. it seemed to have no logic behind it and he knew that but people do illogical things when they're going through a mental war.

so when he saw the flicker of hurt in your eyes when you realised he didn't mean to include you in the plans, he felt his heart squeeze—ache.

it did it again when you excused yourself with a poor lie about being tired—a lie no one else looked into but him.

the hurt sat low in your chest, you started wondering if you missed other signs from him indicating his lack of wanting you there. no matter how much you had tried, you couldn't stop the hurt from leaking into the cracks forming around your heart.

even when you'd told yourself it wasn't deep—that it didn't matter, you knew it wouldn't have mattered if it was anyone else but you found yourself asking yourself the same question of why.

so the second you realised what he had meant, you mumbled an excuse with the most convincing smile you could muster, avoiding his eyes and you walked to that tea cafe, because one thing you couldn't do, was be somewhere you weren't wanted.

that evening he couldn't focus, he slumped in his chair—absentmindedly chewing on his pencil. the odd flicker of pages, the muffled chatters acted as a playground for his mind.

his notebooks were long forgotten by now, jake sat besides him working on some physics equation, yuri on the other side chatting away with juliana as sunghoon and ni-ki sat in front, with all the people he held dear close by, all he wanted was to see you, was to tell you it wasn't that he didn't want you there, he just didn't trust his mind—or heart not to jump for you.

he turned to his friends, "i can't focus, i'm gonna work at home" he muttered to them.

he walked as fast as he could towards the dorms, he needed you to understand—you weren't unwanted, how could you be. the wind ran past his hair with a hiss, the knocking of his shoes loud against the concrete.

he opened the door and walked in, not bothering to take off his shoes, immediately looking for any sign of your presence with his heart in his throat.

no sign of you in the kitchen, living room—anyone's rooms.

so he did the next most logical thing, he messaged you—despite the fact that neither of you had messaged outside of the dorms group chat or the friends chat.

"hey, where are you?"

[ NOW PLAYING > CARDIGAN ]

you sat with your ear-phones in—trying to will the music to take over the noise in your head as you nursed a cup of black tea with a heavy heart.

the emotions you were trying so hard to deny were breaking through without permission but now you'd been let down for the first time, he'd rejected you without words—without even knowing what he was doing.

the stubborn flesh in your head called your brain took it as a deadline, the first pull—you'd unknowingly opened yourself to him without grasping what it would mean—that you had let yourself be hurt, you allowed the hurt by opening yourself.

you hated that more than you understood why. from now you wouldn't allow more, he was your roommate and a friend.

nothing more.

the second you came to this conclusion you felt a stinging in your heart, like it was fighting you—telling you to hold onto the hope in your heart for him to fix this.

your finger twirled around the rim of the cup as you stared off into the life beyond the windows, the lovesick couples, friends—all walked by, serving as a mocking reminder of your situation.

after what felt like hours you sipped the last remnants of the lukewarm tea and snapped the backwards cap closer towards your scalp before pulling open the door.

you walked without looking, not really—your eyes scanned over the cars to the right and the river to the left, which is why you didn't see the person in front of you until their hand was on your shoulder, snapping you out of your daydream.

jungwon stood in front of you, wide eyed—scanning every inch of your face like he was looking for signs of pain, hurt "y/n" he breathed out, letting go of your shoulder.

he watched as you looked at him before taking out your earphones, eyes holding a slight shock before melting into an emotion he couldn't understand, a thin lipped smile you held for a second.

"hey" you responded with a rock from the heels of your feet, dragging your eyes from your feet to the river—it glistened under the city lights.

"you didn't get my message?" he asked with a worried furrow to his eyebrows.

you pulled your phone from it's place in your bag and sighed through your nose, "it's silenced, sorry.. was it important?".

yes it was, it was so important but how could he do this without the dam breaking.

"yes y/n i'm.. i'm sorry about earlier, i didn't want to make you feel like-like i didn't want you there, i did—i do! i just.. i didn't want to make you feel like you had to be there" lie lie lie but the alternate was pouring his soul out about something he didn't understand and what would hurt more?

you stood shocked, shocked that he even addressed it—expecting this to be washed away with time as most conflicts between friends are.

"it's alright, i didn't feel like i had to be there..but it's fine. really" you watched his shoulders relax, the walls you'd put up that day slumped with them.

he turned so you were both now facing the river, his shoulder brushed against you, neither of you moved—his hand snaked onto your arm pulling you to face him.

"i don't want you to pull away.. okay?" he looked between your eyes, soft pleading.

the dam in your minds creaked heavy, the sting in your hearts vanished without further complaint.

"okay.. i won't" you spoke quiet, a dimple carved into his cheeks at your words.

you mimicked his smile unwillingly, eyes drifting back to the water.

his eyes followed your own to the mass of water in front of you, it was beautiful—with the dimmed orange lights glistening in the ripples, it was almost hypnotic—especially through your eyes.

"home?" his eyes didn't leave your face for a second, catching your immediate shyness.

"home" you smiled as he motioned for you to walk on the inside of the path, that night your mind grew weaker for him, never expecting him to take responsibility—but that small part of you that was afraid of letting him in, being hurt—wished he was ignorant, wished he didn't read you perfectly.

it would've made it easier to stay away but that was never in the cards for either of you.

[ NOW PLAYING > ROOMMATES ]

now comfy in some pyjamas after a warm shower you walked into the kitchen feeling content, comfortable compared to earlier—the discomfort in your stomach now gone.

jungwon had prepared a cup of tea for you alongside his own, always perfectly timed after you got ready for the late evening, you hummed as you slid in next to him on the sofa, sitting closer than you intended, he turned to you giving you a smile as you murmured a thank you.

he mimicked your way of accepting, leaning into your touch, shoulder pushing against you as he slumped further into the sofa—you sat flushed against each other as whatever documentary played in the background.

for the time you spent curled next to him, you thought about how the feelings you had earlier—the doubt had dissipated into nothing, you were so adamant on this changing things but how could it when he did everything you hadn't allowed yourself to think was possible.

"heyy!" jake slid in next to you with a cheeky grin, you both greeted him as he grabbed the remote from the table in front of you, "movie?" he spoke as he pulled a blanket from the side and passed it to jungwon.

you hummed in agreement placing the now empty cup in front of you "do you guys wanna carry on with the conjuring series?" you looked between them, they nodded enthusiastically.

with the lights now off and your drinks finished you started the movie with the blanket pulled up to your lap.

jungwon's attention wasn't all on the screen. he tried—he really tried to keep them fixed on the pixels but his eyes kept drifting, he didn't mean to—it's like they were magnetised to you.

the way your lips tilted every time you saw the couple have a moment, the way your eyes were lit with longing—he wondered in that moment if you'd ever been in love before, he choked on nothing realising his brain was no longer under his control—instantly coughing to try cover it up.

"you okay?" he paused feeling caught before looking over to you and nodding, mustering up a smile—even though he was malfunctioning.

you with your alluring eyes, your adoring smile, your laugh that he was hearing in places you weren't.

god he thought he was past this.

friend, roommate, friend, roommate. he repeated over and over.

you however felt clarity at the situation, because really this wasn't a situation at all, all the pulls and pushes in your head were just that—in your head, he didn't feel this.

friends. roommates.

you acted as though you would with any friend, pushing your legs on top of jake's lap and leaning your head on jungwon's shoulder. jake made a faux noise of annoyance just to pull the blanket over your legs comfortably.

and jungwon? his eyes hadn't left you, so when you had let yourself melt into his shoulder, he let his head fall against your own. he could smell your shampoo, barely but it was unmistakably you.

jungwon heard that people get sleepy when they're around people they're comfortable with, he thought that was ridiculous until he found himself drifting into dreamland, slumped against you.

you stiffened slightly as you heard his breathing slow down—his body growing heavier, he twitched every now and then with huffs at nothing in particular.

you felt his breath on your nape, his arm draped over your waist—in flashes you saw his dimple shining pretty as he kissed your cheek lovingly, he pulled your body close to his, whispering sweet nothings.

"i'm right here".

he woke up, breathing hard—a buzzing ache lingering behind his eyes. his surroundings became clearer with each blink, the hum of the tv, the warmth of your body. he looked around with wide eyes as you sat up looking over to him with concern written across your face.

"bad dream?" you asked softly. he turned and slumped lower so you were eye to eye, he took in your tired eyes, the stiff crease in your eyebrow—the way the tv light shone against your face.

"have you ever had a dream you couldn't explain?" he spoke quietly, flitting between your eyes.

"yeah actually.. pretty much every dream i have" you joked, his lips tilted in amusement—until you saw his eyes cloud over in real time by a deeper thought.

without warning you stood up and grabbed a water bottle, slumping back into that same position slowly—careful not to wake jake. he watched as you opened the bottle and passed it to him, he thanked you.

he didn't realise how thirsty he was until then, or how flushed he was. he guzzled down the water—sighing out from the lack of breath.

"do you know what a soulmate dream is?" he finally spoke.

"yeah of course, well not from experience but i've heard of them" you looked over to him—catching the way his eyebrows were knit in thought.

he gave you a look telling you to continue, "i've heard they can be pretty much anything, depends on the people.. my aunt found my uncle through the dreams when they were about our age, her dreams were from his eyes—she told me the first time she had the dream, she thought she was having a panic attack.. and she couldn't understand why something like a dream had caused so much stress..".

you trailed off as the cogs in your mind turned, clicking missing pieces into place with a flag waving that said "you are a fucking idiot."

surely not, you thought—mind flashing back to that dream, the words, looking through his eyes—your soulmates eyes.

you could be wrong.. but you if you were right then maybe you had somehow made contact with your soulmate, maybe it was someone in passing—maybe it was slight eye-contact with someone you had never even conversed with.

[ NOW PLAYING > BACK TO FRIENDS ]

"y/n?" jungwon waved a hand in front of your face—disrupting the mental war going on in your brain.

"sorry.. i just remembered something" you exhaled, head still dazed in the idea of having a soulmate, someone promised to you by the universe, to be destined to you.

you felt as though you should have been happier at this revelation, here was the possibility of having a soulmate and yet you couldn't stop thinking, what if it wasn't the blonde boy sat next to you. you pushed it away as you had been with any thought you didn't enjoy.

jungwon caught the whirl of thoughts in your head, he saw the conflict, although he had no ideas for what it could be for—who it could be for, his hand snaked around your back, settling on your bare arm, his thumb rubbed circles.

you looked over to him as the flutters in your stomach subsided, his eyes held the stars, they bored into yours—every twinkle in his eye had you falling deeper into his soul. his spare hand reached up settling on the base of your neck—he watched as your throat bobbed up and down.

your eyes flitted over his lips, to his eyes. he paused as a thought intruded, your lips were glistening—they looked soft, how would they mould against his, how would you taste?

you watched as his eyes dilated, closing in on your lips.

his hand shifted up, his thumb rested on your jaw.

in one swift movement you pushed your head into the crevice of his shoulder, his hands gravitated to your waist immediately.

your bodies moulded together, your chests flushed against each other, you felt his breath falter, loud. you wrapped your arms around his waist before pulling your body back slowly—his hands chased yours grazing against them.

you pulled your head back, your nose grazed his jaw—he faltered, he steadied himself with a hand on your thigh. for a moment neither of you dared to move, your breath grazing against his jaw.

and then as a cruel twist of fate, jake stirred.

neither of you knew why you felt like you had been caught, so when you both pulled away sitting back into your given places—you couldn't come up with a good enough explanation for why you both bolted like you'd been stung.

you didn't talk about that night again, not as you sauntered around the lingering touches—the yearning stares as the other remained oblivious, the strings of life pulled you together in ways you didn't want to allow.

he was everywhere, at home, at the cafe, at the library, in your mind. even when you'd found peace at the river alone, he was in your mind, if he wasn't there physically he was mentally.

you were in this perfect frenzy of close friends but not too close—both doing so well at maintaining this friendship, this perfectly curated back and forth.

but now the dam had a gushing—heavy leak and there was no fixing it.

[ NOW PLAYING > BLIND ]

your heart ached, your chest was pulsing with hurt—your throat burned as you were grasping for air, you didn't know what it felt like to be heartbroken—never felt the lack of hope, of knowing there's nothing left but here you were, on the floor of your bedroom.

you woke up screaming—sweating, you only knew it wasn't reality when you heard him.

"y/n, hey wake up"

you bolted up before you even knew where you were, the sound of your sobs quieting down as you gained consciousness.

jungwon stood over you with concern and sleep printed in his expression. "did..did i wake you? i'm so sorry" you breathed feeling tears run down your face, he shook his head—an amused huff left his lips as he sat himself on your bed.

he leaned in closer than you expected, a hand softly resting against your cheek and jaw—he held you for a moment before wiping away your tears. his eyes held an adoration only he could explain.

"bad dream?"

"the worst" you sighed.

you sat further up with a sniffle and a sigh as he pulled you into his arms, you squeaked in shock—his arm wrapped around your waist, the other cradling your head.

"you're okay" he whispered.

you both breathed each other in, he held you like this would be the last time, like he'd never get the chance again—as if this was the first meeting after a lifetime of waiting.

you felt as though you were in another dream, one with no consequences—but even comfort after a bad dream felt like an excuse to touch him, so hyperaware of the meaning.

you pulled away with murmurs of needing to freshen up and more apologies, you had thought yourself into overthinking.

it was all too much, you felt too much, his presence alone dampened the hurt you'd felt, no one else could do that—so you showered it all away and wrapped yourself in your towel before stepping back into your room and closing the door behind you.

you turned to see a flushed jungwon with his hand on the door handle covering his eyes. you jumped back as he whisper yelled apologies with his back turned.

"fuck i've been tryna get the door open since you left" he stuttered as you backed up to your closet, grabbing pyjamas.

"let me get changed and then i'll try help" you laughed at the sheer gravity of the situation as you pulled your clothes on and trudged over to him. he turned around and took you in, his eyes flit over you, a faint smirk on his lips.

you rolled your eyes as you tested the door yourself, it wasn't about strength—besides you'd seen jungwon's arms, that wouldn't have been a problem. the handle rattled, turning easily with no clicking, no confirmation of the cogs fitting into place, nothing.

you looked at him, he was already looking with a defeated expression. "what are the chances jake's awake?" you asked before bursting into laughter with him at his theatrical sigh.

"it's 2am, you need to sleep" he spoke as you both sat on the edge of your bed. "so do you" you countered, he hummed in agreement as you sat yourself under your covers, patting the space besides you.

this was fine, you told yourself as if you didn't run away from him for comforting you too well. you looked him over as he slid in besides you, his black tank-top clung to his figure perfectly, the shadows on his muscles perfectly lit under the fairy lights.

you slid down to get comfy, he mimicked your movements until you lay looking towards each other. how is it possible for someone to look so beautiful with no effort he thought as he scanned over your tired features.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you spoke into the comfortable silence of the room.

"like what?" he asked feeling his throat close up.

"like you've never seen me before"

he opened his mouth, closing it immediately—truthfully he looked at you like that every time he saw you.

"maybe i forget, so i take my time, make sure i can never forget again".

you rolled your eyes playfully, ignoring the way your heart soared at his words.

"save that for your soulmate" you joked.

the reality of your words sunk in too late—hurting your own feelings as the object of your desires lay in your bed with you.

you pulled the covers over your shoulders feeling the warmth seep through your body, his eyes never once left yours as you both talked yourself to sleep.

your eyes flickered open slowly, you yawned before blinking a few more times, adjusting to the golden rays peeking through. you tried to turn, only to be stuck—jungwon's arm was lazily splayed across your waist, his chest pressed to your back—his soft breaths against your nape.

you didn't dare move, didn't dare ruin this—for it wouldn't last.

you felt guilt for not waking him, for letting yourself live in this delusion while he slept—peaceful with no idea of where he was.

after minutes of laying there, your sleepiness wearing off—jungwon stirred, he groaned with his mouth closed as he pulled you by your waist further into his chest, you squeezed your eyes together and let yourself relax.

he twitched again a few minutes later, only now his eyes fluttered open—it was only evident he was awake when he yawned as quietly as he could as he took in his surrounding bit by bit, you half expected him to immediately let go of you and retreat into his space on your bed.

instead he let himself relax and closed his eyes with a faint smile.

you didn't know how much time it had been but by now you thought he was back to being asleep, until you heard a voice "yo y/n! i got the door open-" jake swung it open with a screw in one hand, his face morphed from glee to his jaw being dropped—and then a large toothy smile took over.

you shook your head with wide eyes motioning to the blonde boy being asleep, he hushed himself immediately not before raising his eyebrow and whispering "when did this happen?".

"nothing happened.. he was locked in here—so we slept" you shrugged your shoulders, praying your lips wouldn't betray you as your heartbeat already was.

you turned yourself slowly so you could face jake, only now jungwon huffed pulling you into his chest, his head was now in the crevice of your neck, his legs tangled over yours. jake laughed into his hand as you stared at him like a deer in headlights.

"fuck" you breathed as he doubled over in silent laughter. he whined as you pried yourself from his grasp with little apologies, his hands looked for you—a small pout forming on his pretty face.

you smiled as you pulled the covers over him before getting ready for the day. with your teeth brushed and your skincare on you skipped over to the kitchen, eyes catching on the pile of letters and cards.

a little pink card with the words "SYMPHONIA IX GALA" you'd heard about this gala from yuri, the gala where everyone goes all out with their dresses, dressing as princesses for the night—there was still a while until the night but tickets were already out and selling fast.

you had never been one to take initiative but last night with jungwon, that meant something—you were sure of it. it couldn't have been nothing, not with the way he looked at you—the way he held you.

maybe you could go together—as friends.. and see what happens.

half an hour later you walked back into your room with the pink card to see jungwon sat up rubbing his eyes, "morning" you smiled as you tucked the card under your alarm clock.

you sat yourself on the edge of the bed as he yawned with a stretch "morning y/n" he rasped leaning back on his arms.

"come on princess you should get up" you spoke pulling the covers down to his hips. he groaned as you jumped from the bed with a yelp, running from his swats.

"also your tits out!" you laughed turning the corner of your door.

[ NOW PLAYING > SYMPHONIA XI ]

that night you found the courage you needed to do it, after all you were only asking as a friend. that's what you told yourself, even if you wanted more—even if you knew you'd be hurt if nothing more was to happen.

you told yourself the next time you see him, you'll do it.

only you didn't expect to see him on your way to meeting your friends, he was sat on a bench with yuri—you walked over, telling yourself you can do this over and over.

"hey guys" you spoke watching as their heads snapped to you as if they were caught doing something they shouldn't.

"hey y/n" jungwon smiled, the smile not quite reaching his eyes.

yuri only smiled, "hey, did you hear about the gala? the tickets are out" you spoke to jungwon, feeling a chill of anxiety run through your body, it's too late to back out now.

"yeah, were you planning on going?" he nodded.

"yeah.. actually i was wondering if you wanted to go"

you watched a smile form, until he felt yuri grab his hand—his face dropped, his mouth opened as if to speak but before he could respond, yuri spoke "actually we're going together".

you looked between them, the hand she was so easily holding between her palms.

"oh that's cool, i'll ask jake" you nodded, ignoring the blooming envy in your heart, jungwon's face held conflict—like he wanted to speak but he couldn't bring himself to.

and to confirm the fact you were so badly trying to deny.

"we're dating" she added. you looked over at jungwon—he took one look at your face before avoiding it all together.

you breathed in, holding back any emotion and mustered a "congrats" yuri smiled sweetly, "i've got to meet sunghoon and ni-ki, i'll see you guys".

you walked as fast as you could but not to meet sunghoon and ni-ki, you pulled out your phone and messaged them a vague excuse and then you walked and walked.

not even a day ago he was in your bed, holding you as though he was used to the feeling. it burned, your heart—the sting turned into an aching you couldn't quite fathom, couldn't quite push down. the rain started slowly, you sat by the river feeling the drops run down your face along with your tears.

you were grateful for the rain, grateful it grew heavier, swallowing your sobs—somewhere along the way you opened your heart, despite your efforts to keep it hidden, you'd fallen for your roommate.

you hadn't been in the picture for long but you were observant, you had to be to be a match-maker. so how had you not caught this—caught a vibe, a look.. anything.

you knew it was late but your phone was dead and you couldn't bring yourself to care because along with the hurt of rejection, you hurt for the friendships you would lose—because you couldn't keep yourself from falling for him.

you mourned the memories you'd created, you knew nothing could be the same from now and anger at yourself for deluding yourself.

by the time you got back to the dorms you were soaked and freezing, it was late—so late that you got back to a furious jungwon and jake.

you closed the door behind you with the click of the key and kicked off your shoes, "where the hell were you?" jake jumped off the sofa walking to the hallway.

you turned to face him—he took in your state and gawked, "phone died" you sighed walking through to your room and shrugging off your coat, "where were you?" jungwon repeated as they followed you.

"river" you answered plainly as you shivered, they grabbed towels for you, walking to you slow—with distance, not being able to decipher your emotions. you turned to the door, jungwon stood in front of you, trying to drape the towel over you, "i'm fine" you sighed in annoyance pushing past him.

"you're out until 2am and you come back frozen but you're fine?" he gawked eyebrows— furrowed. "yes i am fine" a muscle in your jaw flexed as you looked away from him, you couldn't look at him.

it wasn't his fault he doesn't feel the same but you also couldn't pretend you could stand his touch anymore—his presence, you couldn't let him have this hold over your heart the way he did right now.

you sat down on your bed finally feeling the cold catch up to you, your breathing slowed as you sunk onto the bed.

jungwon slid over as you sunk, "stop, m-fine" you breathed pushing him with no force, jake ran over pulling the towels over your body. you felt weak, your eyes drooped until you felt yourself drifting, "no come on don't fall asleep" jungwon shook you as you groaned in annoyance.

they pulled you into the shower running hot water over you as you sat in your clothes, you managed to convince them you could change by yourself.

finally laying in bed with your covers pulled to your chin, jake sat by you as jungwon made tea, "what happened?" he slid in next to you rubbing your arms as you shivered.

"i just lost track of time.. that's all" you sighed as you wrapped yourself around him, your head in his shoulder.

"you lost track of time, sat in the rain?" he turned to you, speaking against your hair.

"yeah—it's therapeutic really" you spoke. he hummed—not believing you one bit.

by the time jungwon came back you had drifted off into sleep on jake, he looked over with a mixture of envy and relief but neither of those things could compete with the grief in his heart—the loss of your comfort around him, the annoyance in your expression at his mere presence.

jake watched over you—with an expression jungwon couldn't decipher, he sighed through his nose before speaking. "she looked happy this morning, she was even meant to meet the guys—they told me she cancelled, saying she's tired" they took in your peaceful expression with knit eyebrows.

jungwon couldn't think clearly, he wanted to believe that maybe you were thinking about him—maybe you were hurt, about him and yuri.

maybe you were just angry, that as his friend, you knew nothing, you were told on accident—with no prior knowledge or even inkling.

jake stayed through the night, telling jungwon to get some rest—which he reluctantly did after hours. he soothed you when you stirred, he rocked you when you groaned awake, he eventually drifted into sleep alongside you.

you stirred as jake slipped out and got ready for his classes, waking up a little while later to tea by your bedside, assuming it was from jake you didn't overthink it—opting to get ready, learning to live with the sting, instead of ignoring it this time.

this entire time you had pushed down your feelings, pushed them to the corners of your mind for you weren't used to feeling so much.

you told yourself you needed to feel to let go, to let go of him—to let go of the feelings you had harboured without allowing yourself to.

but that didn't mean you had to be around to witness him with his new girlfriend, which also meant distancing yourself from your friends, not because you wanted to but because they would be there and just by their presence the peace you seeked would dissipate.

you got through it alone, avoiding everyone—justifying it by telling yourself you needed time but they didn't make it easy and it didn't go without annoyance from jake, especially for staying out later than usual and avoiding the usual hang-outs.

the tea cafe had become somewhat of a sanctuary—it being open 24 hours was of great help for someone actively avoiding a roommate but you were surprised you hadn't seen him here, after all he had introduced you.

there were also a few times you weren't so lucky, in your shares classes yuri talked to you as usual, which to your surprise didn't come with talks of her new boyfriend.

as for jungwon, he didn't know what to expect—he just didn't expect silence—to be shut out like you hadn't spent the last couple months becoming closer, becoming friends, you didn't even come out for tea after your shower anymore.

you didn't walk to class with him—always walking earlier. every time he tried to talk to you but he was met with a brief cold response or bitter shut down, eventually even your silence turned into sour remarks.

he didn't push, because pushing meant the possibility of you pushing you away for good and he couldn't take that—but he could take this, he would take this over nothing.

you couldn't see it but jungwon's patience was wearing thin—each day he went without so much as a stray glance was undoing his resolve.

after another morning of solitude, you walked through the kitchen and out the door with no words to the blonde sat at the kitchen island, who unknown to you was waiting for you, he locked the door and walked a few paces behind you.

you sat in your usual seat a few minutes early to the lecture, consumed by your own thoughts—until you felt a presence besides you, sunghoon sat in his place besides you as he would. you settled into your usual conversations, until he talked about you helping him study after class,

"when did i agree to this?" you joked, "when yuri said we're all studying at your dorm later" he laughed with confusion, you opened your phone to the messages with a sigh, "i actually already have plans" you spoke, avoiding his eyes.

"what plans" he asked as you put your phone away, "i wanted to go to the cafe and juliana asked me to go out tonight".

he hummed, "i haven't seen this infamous cafe.. care for some company?".

you made a faux thinking face as he groaned "yeah sure, why not" you answered feeling eyes bore into the back of your head.

after your class you both walked to the cafe, narrowly avoiding an interaction with yuri on your way—you did however run into juliana who invited sunghoon to join you that night.

you didn't quite know why juliana had messaged you separately for your outing but you weren't complaining, if anything this was ideal. after the cafe you walked back to your dorms to get changed, with anxiety looming in your chest—knowing everyone would be there.

you clicked the door open and closed it after sunghoon scurried in, "you wanna wait here or come with?" you asked as you slid off your shoes, "i'll come with you" he replied.

you walked in to papers scattered over the coffee table and the kitchen island, jungwon and jake sat at the kitchen as yuri sat with ni-ki on the sofa.

you tried your best to walk through without seeming rude, "where have you guys been!" yuri asked with a smile as sunghoon stood behind you, "y/n showed me that tea cafe" sunghoon replied sensing your discomfort.

"aww you should take us some time" she spoke, you hummed as jake motioned you to come over, he pulled you in for a second. "you alright?" he whispered, you nodded with a ruffle to his hair—he swatted you away as you tried your best to avoid the blondes stares.

"i've got to get ready, but i'll talk to you later" you said to him as you moved to your door with sunghoon following.

"before you guys go, i wanted to just say while everyone's here that jungwon and i are dating!" juliana spoke enthusiastically not looking at anyone.

silence. dead ghostly silence.

for a split second you looked for jungwon's reaction, you couldn't help it. his eyes were already on you—you caught his discomfort, your face stayed straight—not so much as a grimace, you couldn't.

[ PLAYING NOW > MANEATER ]

the boys all looked at jungwon in disbelief, they had always sensed the vibes between you two, even when you didn't. you'd already turned around opting to head into your room with a goodbye.

"she's getting ready with sunghoon?" yuri raised a playful eyebrow and a nudge to ni-ki's shoulder, "they're friends" jungwon responded impassive, eyes still on the page.

"they'd be cute together" she hummed, jungwon looked up with a rise to his brow, before shaking his head—focusing on the click of his pen instead of the ugly green blooming deep within him.

you got changed in the bathroom, into a outfit you knew would turn heads for your first proper night out in a while.

you came out in a lowcut dress and your favourite going out shoes, sunghoon gawked shamelessly "are you trying to kill people?" you responded with a laugh and a "maybe" as you grabbed the chosen bottles of liqueur and walked through the door of your room to the kitchen.

you took two glasses pouring an equal amount of liquid in both—handing one to sunghoon, you hadn't noticed the pairs of eyes on you as you walked through.

"y/n you look hot as fuck" yuri spoke first, everyone hummed in agreement—except jungwon, who could only stare, the first genuine smile in a good second bloomed as you thanked them, you handed sunghoon the drink watching as he took a big mouthful.

you took a sip, testing the waters—when it was deemed safe you took a long swig, with only a sample of the drink left in the cup.

"steadyy" jake took the cup from you, drinking the remnants up.

"where we going n/n" he grinned all toothy, "we aren't going anywhere jakey" you smiled, he fake pouted—you turned your head with a groan laughing.

"we should probably get going" you made another drink, drinking half and leaving the rest for sunghoon who gladly chugged the rest. jungwon walked over pouring himself his own drink next to you, his eyes flit over you carefully, like he was absorbing you into his soul—or like he wanted to test you.

you decided to pay him no mind, instead securing your handbag and walking out the door.

you waltzed in to the sound of 2000's music blasting in your ears and thankfully you found juliana within the first couple minutes of being there. "hii guys" she squealed pulling you into a brief hug before pulling back and taking in your outfit.

"you look soo fucking hot!" she exclaimed—you complimented her own outfit with a giggle and a buzz running through your body. the three of you took shots as you all sat at the bar laughing and singing along to the music, until you felt arms around your waist and a head on your shoulder.

you were fully prepared to head-butt whoever was touching you, until you heard jake's laugh, "guess who!" he spoke over the music. you turned in happy shock "jake! what are you doing here?" you laughed.

"yuri forced us to come, something about juliana" he spoke hushed before ordering shots but unfortunately, where ever yuri was—so was he. you turned to see jungwon stood with his hands in his pockets, already looking at you—you rolled your eyes in annoyance before pushing yourself up and taking the shots.

"i'm gonna dance" you said to no one in particular already walking towards the dance floor—juliana opted to join you but not without daggers in her back.

throughout the week you felt your upset—sadness—hurt dissipate into anger, you knew it wasn't going to last, but for now angers always easier to navigate than hurt, especially when you're drinking.every time you caught him staring it fuelled the anger you so desperately craved to feel.

you swayed your hips with rhythm, each sway on beat. juliana stood in front of you mirroring your movements with a large smile, you noticed her also sneaking peeks at where the group would be, for why you didn't know—you didn't think much about it either.

especially when there was a cute guy eyeing you from the bar, "go talk to him!" she shouted over the music, you shook your head with a scrunch to your nose "i don't chase" she laughed at that, you watched as her mouth drop into a smirk.

you followed her gaze, said cute guy was now besides you with a drink in his hand "i couldn't help but notice you, you look beautiful" the mystery man said with a grin, "thank you! i'm y/n, this is my friend juliana" you smiled as he handed you the drink.

"i'm jay, nice to meet you both" he spoke over the music, you gravitated back to the bar with him after juliana whispered for you to go. you couldn't help but feel pricks on the back on your neck, feeling piercing jabs like someone was watching you, your conversation with jay was going well, he was beyond cute—well mannered.

everything you'd look for in a man.. if you were looking for a man.

the second the passing thought of him being a potential partner whizzed through you felt as though you were being hissed at by your heart and to make matters worse, you heard a familiar sweet voice.

"hey jay, been a while" jungwon spoke with a strained jaw, jay looked up with a genuine smile at his presence.

"yoo jungwon!" he exclaimed as he went in for a dap up, you however was stumped they knew each other.

"how do you-" you gestured between them speaking only to jay, "he's in most my classes" jungwon chimed in before the other man could speak, you hummed to jay as if he had replied.

"you wanna dance?" you asked jay, feeling a need to get out of this interaction but before he could respond jungwon edged closer to you, almost forcing you to look at him from the proximity, "actually jake asked for you" he spoke sweetly.

jake had not asked for you, he actually asked where you were. you apologised to jay and excused yourself as the blonde trailed dangerously close to you.

"hey jake" you smiled sitting by him at the bar, "y/n! where have you been!" he whined with a clear red tinge to his cheeks. "just was on the other side of the bar" you responded.

"you guys looked good together" yuri smiled, you reciprocated not seeing jungwon's daggers at his girlfriend.

"i'm getting so tired" jake whispered to you before dropping his head on your shoulder, you nodded already taking out your phone.

[ NOW PLAYING > PARTY 4 U ]

"i'm gonna take jake home" you spoke to whoever was listening, already pulling jake up with you not without a wobble.

"i'll come" jungwon spoke quicker than you'd have expected, quick enough to show he was engaged before you even spoke. "stay here, we're good" you responded not looking at him.

"i'm coming" he finalised despite the protests from yuri in forms of whispering near his ear. the car ride was quiet, not awkward—just silent, the only noise being the hum of the engine.

you all sobered up as you wound down for the night—ending up laying on jake's bed as he rambled about physics—feeling more awake after a cold shower.

"about earlier.. jungwon and yuri, did you know?" he started—slowly, words laced with caution.

"well..yeah i did, i found out like a week ago" you replied looking up from your phone, he looked like he was ready for a bomb to go off.

"like.. the day you came home late?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. you raised your own eyebrow—challenging "you'll have to be specific, i've come home late a few nights" you feigned ignorance.

the night you felt your heart hurt in ways you hadn't thought was allowed.

"the night you came home almost hypothermic" he spoke as he sat by you on his bed, his eyes scanned over the mass of your face, peering for any reaction—any indication he was correct.

"yeah, found out earlier that day" you said unbothered, as if that wasn't the reason you were spiralling deep into a burn no one could soothe.

"it's unrelated" you spoke before he could, as if he asked.

"is it?"

you watched his own expression, the worry etched in his forehead, in his eyes—he just wanted you to learn to lean even if it wasn't something you were used to, leaning on someone with the rawest edges of your thoughts, handing over emotions that took weeks to be allowed to exist.

jake of all people knew this wasn't your strong suit, which is why he didn't push—he only encouraged, he let you lie because he knew how badly you needed the lie to be real.

"i don't know" you sighed, you tipped your head back onto his pillow—blowing air through your nose in the process.

he let you speak, only moving to sit closer to you.

"ever since we met, it's like my brain is pushing me towards him, like it wants—needs me to be close to him..i know how insane that sounds and i tried—i really tried to ignore it but after a while i just let it happen, maybe because i hoped it would be reciprocated, i don't know what i thought, i told myself i wouldn't care if it wasn't but as we got closer, so did whatever was pulling me towards him and that night we got stuck in my room.. i thought- just maybe there was—there could be something more but i was still so, scared? so i asked him if he wanted to go to the dance but yuri said they were going together.. and i said i'll ask you instead and then she told me they were dating and my brain just went into overdrive".

as you rambled you watched him go through a plethora of emotions—from earnest listening to shock he was trying to be subtle about and then something bordering on appalled confusion.

"so you think a cosmic force is pulling you together-" he started, you nodded with a swift scrunch to your nose at his wording.

"and you asked him to the gala as a friend even though you wanted more but you didn't wanna admit it" he added.

you nodded "i'm so glad i was too stubborn to ask properly, imagine i did that and she told me they were together, i think i would've blown up" he laughed at that with his usual gummy smile.

"i don't know, i don't think you're insane or looking into things too deeply, anyone can see he's insane about you" he spoke casually as if you weren't being presented with new information.

you gawked for a second "what is wrong with you—don't say shit like that" you spoke as you swatted at his chest.

"nah i'm serious, he looks at you like you personally give him life every day and since you started avoiding him he's been looking around like a lost kitten always looking in places you'd usually be".

"jake he has a girlfriend" you sighed pushing your head deeper into the pillow.

"that's true, but he didn't stop looking for you whether or not he has a girl" he retorted.

"well he can keep doing that, i'm not waiting up on anyone just because there's a possibility he could like me especially whilst he has a girlfriend, besides i still just need time away from him, when he's close i can't hear myself think—it's like all rational thinking goes out the window" you groaned as a hand wiped down your face.

it was all becoming a bit too infuriating, even when you did your best to put yourself in positions where you couldn't be interacted with, he found a way, when you'd walk to class—he'd be right next to you. when all you wanted was to drink tea and read, he'd be in the room— hovering.

when you were playing a game with jake, he made it a point to sit next to you—closer than you wanted, at least a knee brushing yours.

which didn't help when your emotions towards him were currently in a hurricane you didn't care to address.

you even decided you'd spend all night at your tea cafe to study, not wanting to be distracted by jungwon's constant hovering. only he showed up not even an hour in and sat in front of you like it was his given place.

you looked up from your work without moving your head and blew air through your nose in annoyance, he looked at you with his signature curious feline gaze, which if anything annoyed you further—because why was he looking at you like he wasn't the one who sat down without permission.

"hey" he spoke after seconds of silence, with the sound of the rustles of paper and the chatters of the workers hanging as its own white noise.

"hello?" you breathed eyes still stuck on your work sheets—only your mind wasn't focused on the pages, not anymore.

"are you staying here—all night?" he asked eyeing the empty cup of tea besides you.

"probably" you spoke stifling a comedically timed yawn.

"you want to walk back with me?" he said before he could over-think the words coming out his mouth.

"i'm fine right here" you finally look up—expecting him to back off, to take the hints you'd been so easily throwing at him.

instead he stayed in his seat—sinking further into it with a nod at your words. your eyes stayed on him—challenging, he held your gaze as if he waiting for you to do something.

"are you not leaving?"

"thought i'd keep you company" he smiled as he ordered his own black tea.

you narrowed your eyes in disbelief and took a breath to compose yourself, he couldn't be serious..

"i don't need company" you responded with a sweet venom-laced smile, he smiled with a tilt to his head.

"you have mine anyway" he said easily—as if those words wasn't something you would've dreamed of weeks ago.

[ NOW PLAYING > FALLEN STAR ]

he was trying to be your friend again but you knew your friendship was never just that—it strived on touches neither of you wanted to pull from—contact you so deeply craved after convincing yourself you wouldn't.

but you didn't feel guilty for wanting those things, because he was just jungwon—but now, he was her jungwon.

which is also why you couldn't fathom how he could be here—in this position, you knew your feelings were painfully obvious—your reaction to their relationship only made that clearer.

"how can you do this to her?" you said before you could stop yourself.

if he felt any forms of guilt—anger or defence he hid it well.

"what am i doing?" he responded slowly, it felt almost mocking—as if he had no clue at all.

"i'm not going to spell it out for you" you spoke with a clenched jaw as you shoved your things into your bag and swiftly left the cafe.

the clacks of both your shoes were the only noise in the other-wise clear air.

"speak to me y/n" his voice soft and warm, the kind that had the power to soften your roughened edges.

he trailed behind you as you walked with a mission, this was where he would finally leave, was what you thought as you reached the river—you took a definitive turn to walk towards your designated spot.

only he was still here, "what are you doing?" you finally turned with frustration bubbling through you.

"speak to me.. please" he repeated again, in that same voice.

"what do you want me to say? that i don't understand why you're still talking to me—as if we can be friends—we can't" you let out finally.

"why can't we be?" he asked.

"you have a fucking girlfriend jungwon" you spat.

"so?" he walked closer to you.

"what the fuck.." you scoffed turning away from him, he grabbed your arm pulling you closer to him—turning you to face him again.

"that doesn't mean we can't be friends" he said, peering into your eyes, before you could shake yourself out of his grasp.

"does she know?" you responded quickly, not letting any silence settle.

"yes, she does".

"does she know everything?" you emphasized.

any girlfriend surely wouldn't let her boyfriend be friends with someone they almost kissed.

"she knows everything" he reiterated—only now did you notice his hand still hanging onto your arm.

you nodded, beyond confused—still with that same raw ache that only presented itself to you in his presence, his arm on you still felt far too intimate.

"i'll prove it to you" he added after seeing your inner conflict.

even if she allowed this friendship—you couldn't, not when you knew you craved more than his friendship could ever offer.

but even with the cold exterior you had on for him, you didn't tell him you couldn't allow it.

"fine, we'll see"

because space is easier when only you're aware of it.

he gave you real unfiltered smile, of relief—the kind that was currently making you feel guilty. you once again expected his words to be forgotten—erased with time, what you didn't expect was yuri herself talking to you about this.

she showed up at your dorm with a polite knock to your door and a stomach churning.

"hey can we talk?"

you sat on your bed patting the space besides you as she closed the door behind her, "look i'm gonna cut the bullshit and get to the point, i'm really cool with you being friends with jungwon—i know you had feelings for him and i know you almost kissed"

you couldn't decipher the exact course your emotions took—one of them was a stinging, stuck in your throat—that he had told someone something either of you had failed to address with even each other.

"why would you let us be friends? i don't know if you're aware but all of that was still very fresh before you dated" you spoke not bothering to hide your perplex.

"i know, it's simply because i trust you both—you were both my friends before any of this" you stared at her almost waiting for something to break, a crack—but it never came.

"right.." you responded not quite knowing to say at this point.

"you guys can do whatever you did before i was in the picture i'm not just going to ask you to cut off your roommate" she scoffed.

but you were never truly friends, every action had an underplating of your longing for things to change—if he had a girlfriend on the first meeting those course of events wouldn't have even occurred.

"if we almost kissed as friends—roommates.. do you really want us to do whatever we did before?" you raised an eyebrow now your confusion only deepening with each sentence. her expression didn't change, not once.

"truly i'm not strict y/n just don't kiss obviously" she laughed as though this was all some funny inconvenience. you just gawked in pure disbelief as she switched the topic to some off-topic party she was inviting you to with no mention of the prior conversation again.

you realised as she talked about clothes and drinks that you had never once seen them so much as hold hands—not that you wanted to see that or that it mattered, you were by no means judging their relationship—but you couldn't help but make the observation.

not long after that you got changed for the party, only opting to go because jake had begged with his big eyes and pout—you sat in the centre of the sofa nursing a half full glass of an alcohol you couldn't name.

sunghoon and ni-ki were stood leant against the sofa debating some game you weren't engaged in enough to name—yuri and juliana were whispering intensely about something in the kitchen.

[ NOW PLAYING > HOUSE OF CARDS ]

and you were teasing jake about his inability to handle his liquor—already noticing the light tinge of red on the tips of his cheeks, as he groaned in annoyance you felt a dip in the sofa besides you and a leg flush against yours—you turned to see the culprit, jungwon with his head tilted looking over you with his pretty glistening eyes.

you averted your head after sending a corporate smile—immediately focusing on the drink in front of you, he looked with you before softly wrapping his hand around the glass—pulling it gently from your grasp and bringing it up to his plush lips—taking a sip.

"mmm" he hummed as his tongue darted out—licking the remnants from his lips—eyes still trained on yours.

something in your stomach flipped—harsh, you managed a tight lipped smile as you placed your hand over his on the cup, taking it back into your hold.

yeah.. this was not going to work.

you gave it a subtle couple minutes before excusing yourself from his overwhelming touch to top up your drink, you felt his eyes follow you with a slightly darkened gaze.

the party was a typical house party at the home of someone you couldn't name—with the bass of the music bouncing off the walls and the lights dimmed enough but not too much.

you grabbed a random cup of a drink to further the harsh buzz you already felt, this night was a night of letting go—a night to live without a plan or a designated time to get home.

you conversed with random women complimenting them on their outfits, danced with your friends—but never without that familiar prickle on your nape, the one that only presented itself when you felt as though you were being watched. you settled yourself onto the end of an empty sofa with a drink someone had brought to keep your high going.

"hi beautiful" you heard a voice settle besides you along with the momentary sink of the plush sofa.

"hey jay!" you responded with a tilt to your head and a look you only reserved for shameless flirting on nights you couldn't recall.

"i missed you" he smirked inching closer, whispering close to your ear.

"oh really?" you smiled leaning closer.

"how could i not?" his breath tickled your ear as he snaked an arm around the back of the sofa.

you looked around the room—looking over nothing at particular with hazed over lens as he whispered words you could only giggle at, until your eyes fell on jungwon, his jaw was tight—his eyes were dark, his cup was slightly indented as if he was fighting every urge not to crush it right there.

you held his eye contact as jay's hand drifted from the back of the sofa to your shoulder—your arm before settling on your waist, you averted your gaze looking back up to the man before you.

his eyes were shamelessly trained on your lips, waiting for you to give the greenlight—the second you looked at his own slightly pink lips he leant forward—with a hand on your jaw.

and then you felt it, the chorus of complaint your heart was pushing onto you—you ignored it as you had been. whether or not this man was your soulmate didn't concern you, for you were lost in anything but who he was in this moment.

you smelt the alcohol on his lips as you were sure he could too, his lips pushed against yours for barely a second when you felt a hand pull you up, ripping you from his hold.

you barely registered anything as you looked at the hand connecting you to whoever was furiously pulling you to the nearest room. he slammed the door, pushing you against it.

"what the fuck jungwon!?" you spat tilting your head up, he was close enough you could smell his cologne, his nose inches from yours.

"you're kissing random guys now?" he scoffed not moving from his current position, caging you in against the cold wood of the door.

"random? what do you care" you laughed attempting to push him back, he didn't move.

he almost growled at your words, his breathe now fanning your ear as he composed himself, breathing low.

he pulled back, enough to see his eyes hold onto your lips, contemplating—his tongue ran over the span of his bottom lip—angry. you pushed yourself forward, just enough his chest grazed yours—just enough that he could feel every word.

"what do you care" you repeated low, venomous.

his throat bobbed as he breathed heavy against your lips, his hand splayed against your waist—possessive.

"fucking pussy" you shook your head with a mocking scoff—just as you straightened to move out of his grasp—his hand held the back of your head and he pushed your head back by your chin—tilted against the door.

you both breathed heavy against each others lips—parted barely grazing, his hand was imprinting into your jaw.

"say that again" you felt him speak against your lips.

"fucking p-" he closed the space between your lips, hard—you whimpered against his mouth as he kissed you, open mouthed—messy, he groaned low as he tasted you—his tongue whirled against yours as his hand released your jaw, it ran along the curve of your back settling on your lower back, he pushed against your body into the imprint straining against his pants.

he whimpered loud and unrestrained into your mouth as a gasp left your lips without permission, you pulled back just enough to get a glimpse of him in this state—his tongue lolled out as he caught his breath.

your heart was still—not screaming or thrashing against it's restraints, instead beating hard—with a thrill it only craved further.

months of back and forths, of stolen touches led to this, to a single vulnerable moment neither of you could pull away from—you could blame it on the alcohol, just a drunken mistake but you knew better.

he watched as you looked up at him with a gleam of pure fevour—he felt himself slip in that moment, his mind reducing into a puddle.

"driving me fucking crazy" he groaned as he pulled you up against the door, you made a noise in-between that of a gasp and a whimper as you wrapped your legs around him—your dress hiking up giving him access to the plush of your ass against his hands, his lips attacked you, his tongue battled yours hungrily, the only sounds in the room being your sinful noises mixed with the sound of his tongue sucking yours—pulling away with a slick pop and a string of saliva connecting you both.

his hips ground up into you as his lips kissed your jaw—chin and then licking against your ear before gasping and grunting sweetly.

"baby i can feel how wet you are" he whispered low, you whined in response pulling his head back by his hair and suckling on his bottom lip making him mewl against you.

you could feel how big he was even against the layers—your panties were beyond flooded with your arousal, you felt your stomach tightening as his movements grew erratic, he huffed against your lips as your own hips rolled down—desperate.

one hand left your ass—moving to where your bodies met, he drew fast rhythmic circles over your panties where your clit sat—aching to be touched. "f-fuck—i'm so close" you breathed. broken sounds fell from your lips against his as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap

"yeah? fuck- c-cum with me baby" he breathed before a final roll of your hips undid you both, the coil snapped hard—his hips stuttered with a shuddering groan and your name on repeat as though it was all he knew.

he held you as you slumped in his hold—head falling to his shoulder as you both caught your breath.

you finally lifted your head after however long of breathing against each other—in his arms. he set you down and smoothed over your dress as you sighed against the back of the door, his hand came up and cupped your jaw—he held it—gentle almost loving.

his eyes held a softness and spark you'd only seen in the moments you believed there could be more, his lips curved up before he pressed a sweet kiss against your lips—you kissed back.

[ NOW PLAYING > NOPE YOUR TOO LATE I ALREADY DIED ]

for a time you had forgotten where you were, who you were—who he was, only in that kiss did it hit you, he wasn't yours—not really.

you were kissing a man who belonged to someone else. you felt your stomach lurch as you pushed him away, your head spun—partly because of the alcohol but mainly because you felt disgust creep into your body—chills.

"y/n?" jungwon watched as your eyes darted with furrowed eyebrows—your breathing was shaky. you shook your head attempting to push open the door, only for him to stop you.

"just speak to me-" you looked at him incredulously, the hatred spinning through your body was mainly directed at yourself—but as you looked at him you couldn't help but feel disgust at him—hatred at him for so easily cheating on his girlfriend, the same one who had trusted you both to keep to yourselves.

"i'm more than this—i'm more than a side bitch, and yuri- she deserves so much better.. from both of us" your eyes pricked with tears, he shook his head.

"that's not—just please hear me out, you're not a side anything i only want you-" you scoffed as your tears fell—not wanting to hear another word you ripped the door open and pushed yourself through a group of people—hidden from him.

you found a bathroom and let yourself calm down, the only thought in your mind right now was finding yuri, the guilt ate at your heart as the tears fell, your chest hammered with a pain no one could comfort.

you had never felt so lost, your tears were for the loss of your respect for yourself—the pain you were going to cause—the people you'd lose and for losing yourself, you wanted to believe this was far from who you were—but right now you weren't so sure.

because in that moment you hadn't thought of yuri once, your mind never once flipped to the person you were hurting most.

so you wiped your tears and cleaned yourself up and then you opened the door and went to find jake.

"where's yuri?" you spoke over the music, suddenly feeling the harsh sting of a head-ache behind your eyes, the noise of people, the light all becoming entirely too overwhelming. jake turned his head to you—taking in your glazed over reddened eyes—and something between pain—defeat and disassociation.

"she went back to ours—with juliana, said it was the closest place and she felt sick" he spoke. you nodded and turned towards the door, his hand grabbed yours before you could start walking.

"are you okay?" you paused, just long enough to send doubt to his head and then sent him a tight lipped smile and stiff nod before setting off, only he trailed behind with worry in his brows. you finally reached your apartment after much overthinking and a lot of anxiety, the alcohol was just a buzz in the form of that same head-ache.

you opened the door to loud music blasting in your ears and walked through the hall, looking around for any signs of life—except you found it faster than you thought.

yuri sat on the sofa with her lips on juliana's. you stood still with your jaw dropped to the ground, jake walked up next to you—catching your expression before seeing the reason for it, his eyes followed yours before matching your dropped jaw.

jake composed himself first and coughed—loud, their heads snapped up, you had no idea what to think at this point your prior guilt and self-loathing filtered into a state of utter confusion.

neither of them spoke, just gawking—looking between each other with fear written all over them.

"so.. i came here to tell you that jungwon and i..uhm well—we" you scrunched your nose in discomfort, becoming too aware of the amount of people in the vicinity.

"i know" yuri spoke first, she looked at juliana who only nodded.

"look i wanted to tell you earlier but i was so scared—i really didn't know how to do this and i know i fucked up—but jungwon and i aren't dating, it was fake..i love juliana, i asked him if we could fake it, only because our maid caught us and my mom would approve of me dating him...but she would never approve of me and juliana—i made sure he didn't tell anyone and i know how badly he wanted to... i'm so sorry" she spoke fast, with tears in her eyes—and a shake to her voice.

you let out a breath—you felt their eyes on you waiting for you to speak but you couldn't find the words, so you opted to nodding and locking yourself in your room—overwhelmed with emotions, stuck in a frenzy of all the events that occurred in the last couple hours.

you showered away the grime from that day and got changed into your favourite jumper and pyjama pants, deciding to get some fresh air.

you wrapped yourself in a coat and slipped out—ignoring the people scattered around the room because you were afraid of that confrontation—afraid of all the conclusions you had failed to come to.

as you walked you tried thinking it all over, yes he wanted to tell you—yes you understood why he couldn't, it wasn't his place.

but he could've left you alone—he could have let you push away instead of trying to pull you back with the knowledge of how complicated it all was, knowing he couldn't tell you but still playing with your feelings.

you also knew that you wouldn't have wanted him to let you push away.

your mind ached with confusion as you walked along the river, leaning forward against the railing. the water swayed back and forth—imperfect ripples dancing throughout. you looked into it for answers—to tell you how to navigate this without losing your mind completely.

you huffed into the air as you sat with an odd sense of calm, you felt a drop land on your head—and of course you had nothing to protect you from it.

[ NOW PLAYING > MA MEILLEURE ENNEMIE ]

with no attempt to move you felt a couple more drops and then a shadow, you looked up to see a clear umbrella hovering over your head.

jungwon stood beside you with a hat on and an unreadable expression—something along the lines of adoration, a slight worry and pure unadulterated pining.

for a moment you just looked at each other, trying to figure out how this would go—you noticed the furrow in his brow, not angry, not confused, a furrow that made him look at you as if he was scared you'd disappear if he stopped looking.

his eyes looked slightly glossed over, sparkly as though he was from a dream.

"thanks" you spoke under your breath—the patters of ran fell against the plastic as you felt a light tension that only presented itself in his presence, not the bad kind—just a clear shift.

"i saw you leave, guessed you'd come here" he spoke.

"why'd you come?" you looked over the railing again, not catching him wince.

"i know you must be confused right now, i wanted to be here—and i wanted to apologise.. for lying to you, for making this so much more complicated than it had to be—y/n i am so sorry" he turned to face you completely, eyes boring into yours with guilt.

you nodded, unable to think of a response "so much has happened..i'm mainly angry" you started.

"i'm angry at myself for letting anything happen with you.. while yuri-"—"we weren't together" he interrupted, you turned to him and shook your head—blowing air through your nose.

"that doesn't matter! i thought you were and i still let it happen.. and i don't know how i could do that, i believed you were together and i didn't think about yuri once" you sighed—frustrated.

"y/n i know why that happened" he said fast, as though he didn't know if he should say it.

"what are you talking about?" you asked. he looked at you with a mixture of fear and anticipation, he stepped closer—under the umbrella.

"i can't breathe when i'm around you—i was scared of losing you, which is why i didn't come here after that night" he breathed in, as if to compose himself.

"i couldn't bring myself to..-" he shook his head, tightening his lips together before breathing out—he stepped forward, close enough you could see the sheen over his eyes—close enough you could count his eyelashes.

"i love you.. if you could take all the words in the language—it still wouldn't describe how much i love you, if you could put all those words together, it still wouldn't describe what i feel for you.. what i feel for you, is everything, i love you more than everything".

"everything?" you felt a tear you hadn't anticipated running down your cheek.

he smiled, sweet and soft—with a curve to his dimples and cupped your face with his free hand, running his thumb over your tears.

"everything" he nodded, you let out a laugh full of relief—he returned the laugh with his own, you inched forwards—he tilted his head, eyes now focused on your lips. he leaned forward—pressing his lips to yours delicate—loving, he pressed harder against your lips, his hand sliding to your nape—pressing just enough so you could feel how long he'd been waiting for this.

you cupped his face pressing a final peck to his lips before pulling away with a shy smile, his face was still inches from yours, now sporting a pink flush.

"i love you jungwon" you whispered between you both, as a promise as much as a confession.

his smile widened, he looked off to the side as if to compose himself and then he giggled dropping his head to your shoulder.

[ NOW PLAYING > LOVERS ]

"i think we're soulmates" he whispered—clearly without thinking.

your breathing stopped as you remembered your previous revelation, the beginning of your soulmate dreams. he lifted his head up from your shoulder—slowly, looking over everything inch of your face as he heard your breath falter.

"we couldn't stay away from each other, because we're soulmates" he held your gaze.

"yeah, you didn't think about yuri, not because you're a bad or selfish person—but because that was the first time your heart beat with me—..the first time our hearts beat together" he placed his hand over your heart.

"you know, she even said she doesn't expect us to stay away from each other" he joked—but your mind was somewhere far from here.

"what if we're not" you blurted out. he only smiled, looking as though you'd said the most endearingly—stupid thing possible.

"baby, soulmate or not you're stuck with me, i choose you—every time" you stifled a giggle at his words, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

"that night we found each other, in the kitchen—that wasn't coincidence, i refuse to believe any of this was" he spoke slowly.

"let's go home" he pulled you close—whispering into your hair.

as those words left his mouth, lips against your hair—you felt content, you felt the ache you'd be harbouring in your heart lift, at first the comfort scared you—because nothing was made to last.

but there was beauty in the fear, for every irrational thought, you felt him—like an orb of light—strung between you, wrapping you together—not noticeable, not claustrophobic—just a presence. you both felt it in the pats of the water—in the freshly rained air, it was devastatingly beautiful.

that night you walked home, hand in hand under the little clear umbrella—occasionally bumping shoulders and bickering after trying to force him under the plastic.

once you got home and heard that familiar click, you got ready for the night, before being pulled into jungwon's room with gentle hands. of course you'd been in here before—but only with jake. his perfectly clean room with grey sheets and a little plant on the desk next to the stack of books, you couldn't help but notice that red scarf hanging on a hook by his wardrobe.

"sleep here tonight?" he looked to you with pleading eyes, no one could say no to that face.

you had barely nodded before he was pulling you down to the bed, paired with a mischievous giggle your heart could only swell at. he pulled you so you were almost on top of him, the moonlight spilled through the window—carving a shadow over his face.

one hand on your cheek, the other splayed around your waist—he held you as though he wouldn't get the chance again, his lips pressed to each inch of your face, spilling sweets into your ears. you fell asleep in his arms, to the sound of his honey voice whispering words he'd only dreamt of speaking to you.

his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin on your shoulder—he felt you hum against him as he pressed a sweet kiss against your jaw, only now he saw you clearly—through his eyes.

you found me.

your eyes fluttered open to the feeling of a hand brushing over your cheek—as they adjusted to the light a sleepy jungwon came into view.

"sorry, your hair was in the way" he whispered with an apologetic pout.

you only smiled lazily, stretching as you nuzzled into his neck eliciting a comfortable hum from him. "how long have you been awake?" you spoke muffled.

"maybe 10 minutes, you're a pretty sleeper" he said with rasp, pressing a kiss to your temple. you nudged your nose against his neck in protest before remembering your dream, seconds before you woke up.

you believed jungwon when he told you he'd choose you, that didn't mean you weren't allowed to worry bringing up your dream.

"baby?" you whispered, tilting your head just enough so he could hear you clearly.

he tilted his head away with a hand over his face, cheeks clearly turning red even as he hid his face. "that's new" he choked as you laughed, he attempted to composed himself with a cough.

"yes y/n?" he turned to look down at you "did you happen to have a dream last night?" you spoke quietly between you, watching over his every expression, his face morphed from light confusion to recognition.

he turned to you completely and cupped your face between his hands.

"you found me"

he pulled you closer to him, as you breathed out in relief, all you could do was take in each and every detail of his face with a profound joy no one could describe, a feeling you didn't think you'd get the clarity to enjoy.

"there's no one i'd rather be destined to" he whispered as he stroked your jaw. in a way you thought you'd felt all this before—all in your dreams but in your dreams you'd wake up alone, wondering when you'd feel it all, really feel it—in the world and not in your head.

you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his slowly, he hummed pulling your body impossibly closer.

"thank you soulmate" you spoke between kisses, he giggled—sweet.

[ NOW PLAYING > LES ]

after a lot of cuddling and kisses you begrudgingly got up—out of jungwon's death grip, you tiptoed out of his room into your own and decided to do some cleaning—as you folded the last of your washing, you laid some clothes out on your bed, grabbing your towel for a shower.

you pulled your curtains back, letting the morning glow wash over your room—soft rays fanning over the room in a pattern against each surface. as you stood out watching the life outside your windows, you felt hands creep around your waist—yelping out at the foreign feeling.

"jungwon! you scared me" you gasped—"mm i'm sorry baby" he spoke before pulling you into a kiss, you hummed into it as he deepened it slowly—walking back, you made an unintentional gasp-whine as the back of your legs pressed into the bed.

he swallowed your noises, hands wandering up your waist—your own pulled onto the back of his head, raking through his hair. he whined into your mouth loud—unfiltered.

"you're addicting" he breathed in-between kisses, your tongues traced each others, both spurring each other on with each noise.

"baby i was gonna shower" you giggled after pulling away to breathe, he shook his head for a split second a light bulb practically appearing above his head, he took your hand and pulled you to the bathroom—with a clear problem in his pants..

"let's shower then" he tilted his head, pulling you back into a deep—messy kiss, pushing his hands into your hips, you laughed at his boldness as your hands reached behind you to lock the door.

you parted just for a second to start the shower before capturing his lips again, hands toying at the hem of his shirt—he pulled it over his head as you pulled your sleep shorts off, kicking them somewhere in the bathroom. you took in his toned—golden chest, letting out a breath. he smirked at your reaction, you leaned in pressing kisses to his cheeks "so pretty".

he pulled your top over your head—his lips parted as he pulled you closer towards him, pressing small kisses to your collarbones—shoulders.

"my beautiful girl" he spoke looking over the details on your face—the crease in your cheeks as you smiled at his words, the love swirled with desire in your eyes. you felt your stomach twist as you scanned over the large imprint over his joggers, he kicked them off as you stepped over the ledge into the shower.

you gasped at the chill of the water, as you turned to change it jungwon turned you back towards him.

"don't bother" he grinned, pushing his darkened blonde hair back—your back pressed against the cool wall as he pressed his length against you, you caught sight of his painfully hard dick, mouth watering.

"not yet" he whispered before shoving his tongue into your mouth—pressing his fingers over your slit, you gasped against his mouth. he hummed, teasing—rubbing over your leaking cunt.

"don't fucking tease" you whined, teeth grit. he only chuckled—dark and taunting. "or what?" he licked against your ear.

your words got caught in your throat as he shoved two fingers deep into you with no remorse, you moaned loud as the cold water soothed the heat surging through you.

"shh baby, wouldn't want jake to hear your pretty noises now would we?" he mocked as he curled his fingers perfectly—repeatedly against your gummy walls.

your lips formed a pout as you bit your bottom lip—shaking your head with a whine mouth closed. your hand shook as you held the wall with enough pressure to drain the colour from it, the other on his shoulder—holding on for dear life.

he bent his knees, tilting down with his fingers thrusting in and out—his lips captured the peak of your tit with a low groan tearing into the mixed echoes of the room. his groans and your whines mingled with the sound of water hitting the two of you—it was truly filthy.

his tongue twirled over your tits as he alternated, finally letting them rest as his thumb joined the torment, transfixing on your clit. he straightened his legs—pressing your cheeks together to lick into your mouth, kissing you open mouthed. a low mewl tore from your throat into his mouth. you felt your stomach threaten to snap, cunt tightening around his relentless fingers.

"don't you dare" he whispered against your lips, eyes black with desire. he pumped his fingers harder, faster.

"i-mmph' i can't" you gasped, he dropped down to his knees as your legs shook hard, replacing his thumb with his lips—he sucked and licked against your clit. his eyes locked onto yours as his lips worked on you alongside his fingers, sinful noises shook through the room as he undid whatever he said about being quiet, with his mouth.

"cum-on-my-tongue" he breathed in-between sucks, with one final simultaneous curl to his finger and flick of his tongue you came.

you came hard with a drawn out scream, jungwon ate up your arousal through your high with enthusiastic moans of his own, your legs buckled as the heat rose through your body. he finally came up as you started twitching—overstimulated.

he pressed his lips against yours with a groan as you tasted yourself—you traced your fingers over his stomach working down to his cock, he twitched violently as you wrapped your palm around it—applying pressure.

he hissed at the contact and then hiked your leg up, around his waist. he grabbed your hand placing it back on his shoulder before wrapping his own hand around himself—teasing his reddened tip against your entrance.

he pushed in an inch, slowly—watching your every expression with parted lips and groans. your breath stuttered as he inched further and further in, until he bottomed out with a sweet whine against your ear.

you gasped as you adjusted, head against the wall—he kissed your ear, jaw—finally nipping on your bottom lip.

"mmph' move please" you whined as his cock twitched inside you, he held eye contact as he experimentally thrust into you, you gasped loud—immediately silencing yourself with closed eyed.

"open your eyes" he spoke as he thrusted again—his free hand started pinching at your nipples as he bounced you rhythmically.

your noises loudened as he pumped faster—harder into you, with his darkened eyes trained on yours, his own resolve breaking as whines spilled out, his fingers left your nipples—working on your puffy clit.

you cried out just as you felt your stomach tightening, for your second orgasm.

"y/n! are you good i heard you scream?!"

your head snapped to the door in fear hearing jake through the door, you looked at jungwon's face—only to see his eyes darken further with each moment, his once parted lips now upturned into a sly grin. he immediately tightened his grip on you, fucking up into you at an animal pace—your jaw dropped as you clamped a hand over your mouth.

"can feel your pussy sucking me in, you fucking like this?" he chuckled low into your ear, you clenched harder at his words, his hips stuttered as he sighed through his nose—as if to compose himself.

"go on, answer-him" he spoke with grit teeth—you slowly released the hand over your mouth, teeth now sunk into your lip.

"m-i'm—fine, slipped!" you choked out as jungwon's cock slammed into you, your vision slipping as tears rolled out unknown to you.

"okay.. be careful!" he shouted and then you heard the door to your room close.

as if on cue the coil snapped, hard—you saw white as you came for the second time, jungwon's head fell to your shoulder as he rode out his own high with a violent stutter to his hips and a drawn out groan as he filled your cunt with his milky cum.

you both gasped for air, he pulled out with a grunt as you hissed at the sensitivity, the gasps slowly dying down into deep breaths as the cool water washed away the sin and heat.

you felt his lips press kisses from your collarbone to your lips, pecking a few times with a dazed lazy smile. you both stood under the showerhead—whispering i love you's between kisses.

you washed each other, taking your sweet time—that was until you felt wave of sleep attack your eyelids, which prompted jungwon to swiftly pull you out and wrap you in a towel—making you do your skincare as he pulled out pyjamas for you. you got changed as jungwon sprinted to his own room, he came back within minutes to join you, he sunk into the bed besides you with a drawn out sigh as he pulled you into him.

your relationship with jungwon didn't fill any void, it didn't make you feel more accomplished—it added to the joy you already felt, you didn't need him to better your life—he added betterment without it being a necessity.

as a soulmate jungwon fit into place with ease, the changes that came with your relationship wasn't overwhelming—he was attentive without being overbearing, your wish was his command even without wishing—always thoughtful, with your shared teas becoming more frequent, often waking to them waiting for you on the kitchen island.

he did however have a hard time keeping his hands off you, during movie night or in public, of course jake had noticed the shift—unbeknownst to you he saw it in the way jungwon no longer looked at you how he did, he used to look at you as though he'd have to savour it—looking away almost as quickly as his eyes landed on you.

now his eyes lingered—they watched over your figure, sometimes with a deep fulfilment, other times as a predatory up and down.

what jake didn't know, was the soulmate news. he had no idea you were destined for each other. which you weren't trying to keep a secret but you hadn't quite known the best time to bring it up.

and you certainly hadn't expected it to come out when you assumed jake wasn't home.

you stood with your back to the room, making a drink as the tv played some animal documentary into the otherwise silent room. you huffed in faux annoyance as jungwon slid in behind you—resting his head on the blade of your shoulder as an amused noise left his mouth.

his hands slid around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek—you turned your head enough to meet his lips, humming into an all too sweet kiss.

"morning soulmate" he spoke as you turned yourself around, hands leaning on the counter behind you—his hands traced your waist as you turned pulling you into another kiss, as you pulled back from his lips your words got lost on your tongue—a shell-shocked jake stood at the island.

his jaw dropped with a shopping bag in hand, jungwon followed your shocked expression to jake's—his own face falling.

"soulmates?!" he gawked looking between you both, you walked over to him setting the bag on the island and propping yourself up on it.

"yeah, um we've only known for a couple days.." you started as he continued looking between you both.

"alright i knew you were together or-or something! but soulmates?" he stammered, jungwon had walked over at this point standing besides you as you talked.

"wait, pause—did we make it that obvious?" you responded.

"well yeah? he looks at you like he's allowed to now, also you did kinda hint something happened when we caught yuri and juliana.." he raised an eyebrow as jungwon choked looking around the room.

"we have a lot of catching up to do" you sighed as he punched jungwon's shoulder making him groan out who only nodded with his lips tightened into a line.

"i deserved that.."

.⭑ˎˊ˗

time moved as your relationship progressed, each day melting together in a comfortable rhythm—jungwon found a new way to show his devotion towards you each day. sometimes he'd show up after your classes with a paper cup of your favourite tea—other times he had pulled you to your river, talking about finding the stray cat he had ran into.

you fell into a unspoken routine, having sleepovers every so often—sometimes you'd fall asleep early and wake up to a sleepy jungwon nestled into your back. he insisted on walking you to your classes each morning—even if he didn't have any.

your friends hadn't questioned the change at all, they welcomed it with open arms—all of them had pretty much seen it coming, they even went so far as to give those couple months you'd spent pining a name, the yearning trials..

yuri had also apologised many times in her own way, often sending flowers before you stopped her, telling her you understood—it was a cycle of pain for everyone.

nothing changed with jake—if anything he took your relationship as an opportunity to tease jungwon when he'd inevitably be caught lacking, leaving jungwon a flushed mess trying to convince you both he wasn't embarrassed. however burying his head into your shoulder denied that.

he also often walked into interesting scenes at the dorms.

one time he walked in to you baking, with jungwon on washing up duty, quickly coming to the conclusion baking wasn't for him—he beat each substance into the dish with zero patience of his own, you had to take the bowl from him in the same manner you would taking a toy from a child.

the last couple days you had felt slight unease, everything flowed the same—your life was beyond magical, except there was a little tingle in your spine that suggested otherwise.

you noticed it in the way jungwon looked slightly worried anytime you went near his desk, also not letting you grab his glasses for him—mumbling a vague excuse about being comfy on you, except he had complained about having to get them.

after some particularly tiring classes you kicked off your shoes and shrugged off your jacket as you trudged into your room, walking in to a little pink paper sat on your pillow.

come to the roof

slightly ominous.. but you easily knew who it was from the writing. a smile graced your lips as you slipped on your shoes and ran up the stairs. you pushed open the door immediately being hit with a slight chill—and jungwon sat on a blanket, barely being able to contain his smile as you sauntered over.

"what's this?" you laughed as you slid in next to him, he pulled you close by your shoulder—pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"so you remember when you asked me to the gala" he wiggled his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes.

"unfortunately" you said with a dropped voice.

"would you like to go with me y/n?" he spoke between you, low and shy.

"baby tickets would be long gone by now" you smiled as you kissed his nose.

he pulled out two pink tickets between his fingers as if he was holding a card—mischief riddled in his wide eyes.

"how did you-" you gasped.

"i got them the day before you asked me.. because i wanted to ask you" he whispered between you, his eyes crossed over your face before landing on your own—staring so deeply, with his head slightly tilted.

"of course i'll go with you, thank you baby" you tilted your head forward—just enough so your nose was nudging his.

"everything?"

"everything."

had to reference the anime that broke my heart for the first time.

You finally finish getting ready—after changing your outfit a couple of times. You grab your bag, lock the door behind you, and head outside where Heeseung’s car is already waiting at the curb. He honks twice, and you roll your eyes with a smile as you jog over.

But when you open the car door, you freeze.

 “Are you serious right now?”

Jake is sitting comfortably in the front seat, turned halfway around to grin at you.

 “Heyyy,” he says like it’s all good.

In the backseat, Riki and Jungwon are already lounging with way too much leg space—spread out like they own the place.

“You’re sitting in the middle,” Riki announces.

You look at Heeseung through the open window. “Hee, are you kidding me? They always manspread. I’m going to be squished.”

“You’ll live,” Heeseung says with a smirk. “The others already left in Jay’s car.”

You groan but climb in anyway, squeezing yourself into the tiny space between Jungwon’s knee and Riki’s thigh.

“I swear, if one of you squishes me when we turn, I’m jumping out of this car.”

Riki just grins. “No promises.”

You slump into the middle seat with a dramatic sigh, adjusting your bag on your lap like a barrier between you and the two taking up all the space.

“Move your leg,” you mumble, nudging Riki with your elbow.

“This is me trying to give you space,” he says, deadpan.

Jungwon chuckles. “You act like we’re doing this on purpose.”

“You are doing this on purpose,” you shoot back. “I’m not even sitting—I’m hovering.”

“Sounds like a skill issue,” Jake calls from the front, looking back to flash you a grin.

“Jake, don’t make me climb over this seat and switch with you.”

“Go ahead,” he shrugs. “You’ll have to fight Heeseung, though.”

You glance at Heeseung, who’s smirking as he pulls away from the curb.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you say.

“Me?” He raises a brow. “I just drive. I don’t control the seating chart.”

“You picked me up last,” you mutter, trying to adjust yourself between the two human space heaters beside you.

“We knew you’d take forever getting ready,” Jungwon says casually.

You give him a deadpan look. “That’s why I look better than all of you combined.”

That earns a round of laughter. 

Riki throws his arm over the back of the seat like he’s making himself even more comfortable.

You look at Heeseung in the mirror. “Please tell me the place isn’t far.”

“Only like… twenty minutes.”

You groan.

 “Hey, could be worse,” Heeseung adds.

“How?”

“You could’ve been stuck in Jay’s car with Sunghoon on aux.”

You blink. “…Never mind, I’m good here.”

The car ride is halfway over when Jake suddenly turns around in his seat again, grinning like he just won the lottery.

“Okay, so I’m just saying,” he starts, “I know I’m pulling tonight.”

You squint at him. “Pulling what? A muscle?”

Heeseung snorts.

Jake ignores you. “No, like—this girl said she’s gonna be at the party, and we’ve been DMing all week. It’s on tonight.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, dropping your head back against the seat. “Can someone else besides Jake get laid for once?”

Riki raises his eyebrows. “You trying to hook up tonight?”

“I better,” you say, throwing your hands up. “I need to let loose. My brain is full of nonsense and stress, and I feel so pent up.

“That’s the spirit,” Heeseung says, nodding like a proud mentor.

“Thank you,” you say dramatically. “I am tired of being normal. I want to kiss someone and not worry about it later.”

Jungwon chokes on a laugh. “Who are you?”

“I’m free,” you reply. “Finally done with everything.”

Riki smirks. “You’re gonna be crazy tonight, huh?”

“Yep,” you say.

Jake laughs. “Now that’s the energy I like. Let’s all be crazy.”

“Speak for yourselves,” Jungwon says. “I’m minding my business.”

“Lame,” you and Riki say at the same time, then high-five over your lap.

After what felt like the longest (and most cramped) car ride of your life, Heeseung finally pulls up outside the house. Music is already spilling out from somewhere inside, bass thumping hard enough to rattle the windows.

“Freedom,” you mutter, trying to untangle your legs from Riki and Jungwon’s.

“Okay, don’t act like we kidnapped you,” Riki says, stretching like he wasn’t squishing you the whole time.

“You did kidnap my personal space,” you reply, scooting toward the door.

But before you can fully crawl over Jungwon’s knee and faceplant into the grass, Riki slides out first and turns around, holding out a hand.

“Come on, menace,” he says, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Before you dislocate something.”

You hesitate for a split second. Not because you need help—but because his hand is there, open and waiting, like it’s normal. Like this isn’t a rare soft moment from the guy who is always joking around with you.

You grab it anyway.

He pulls you up easily, steadying you when your shoe hits a weird patch of gravel. He puts a hand on your waist to catch you.

“Don’t go getting hurt already. I need you around to tell me all about everything tomorrow.”

It doesn’t take long for the drinks to kick in. Two cups of something bright red, a shot you immediately regretted, and one very intense round of karaoke later—you’re leaning against the wall, giggling to yourself as you wander through the crowded house looking for someone you know.

“Why is this hallway moving?” you mutter, narrowing your eyes at the floor like it personally betrayed you.

You stumble around a corner and nearly walk straight into someone’s back.

“Heeseung!” you say, relieved, grabbing the fabric of his shirt like a lifeline.

He turns, eyebrows lifting when he sees your face.

“Y/N,” he says slowly, holding your elbows to steady you. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” you say, smiling like a proud disaster. “I’m drunk. Like… bad decisions drunk.”

Jay, standing beside Heeseung, just laughs.

“Yikes.”

“Shut up, Jay,” you say, pointing at him with absolutely no aim. “You don’t know my life.”

“This is what she wanted,” Heeseung tells him with a grin, then looks back at you. “You good?” You nod dramatically. “I’ve been flirting with a houseplant for ten minutes. I’m great.”

Heeseung chuckles. “God, we left you alone for two seconds.”

“I was looking for you!” you say, poking his chest. “You said I had to make a bad decision tonight, remember?”

He blinks. Then suddenly remembers, “Oh—wait.”

You stare up at him, swaying a little. “What.”

“You just missed it.”

“Missed what?”

He shares a look with Jay before turning back to you, clearly trying not to laugh.

“There was a round of seven minutes in heaven.”

Your jaw drops. “You’re kidding.”

He shakes his head. “I’m so serious. Like—literally just ended five minutes ago.”

You gasp like he just told you the worst news ever.

“Noooo. That could’ve been my moment!”

“I know,” he says, still grinning. “You missed your shot to make out with someone in a closet.”

You pout. “I was so ready for that.”

Jay raises a brow. “You could start your own round.”

You glance between them, mischievous now.

“…That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Heeseung narrows his eyes. “You better not pick a houseplant.”

“Hey! It was a nice houseplant,” you say, already spinning on your heel. “If the ficus calls me pretty, it’s on.”

You’re still mid-pout when Jay suddenly tilts his head, clearly up to no good.

“You know what?” he says slowly, eyes flicking to Heeseung. “Let’s make this easy.”

Heeseung grins, catching on, “Y/N, go wait in the closet.”

You blink. “…Excuse me?”

“You said you wanted to hook up with someone tonight,” Heeseung reminds you, gently turning you by the shoulders. “Consider this a favor.”

Jay’s already moving. “I’ll find someone for her.”

“Wait, what?! I didn’t agree to this—”

“You did,” Heeseung lies smoothly, pushing you toward a random door.

“Just now. You practically begged.”

“I—barely begged—” you protest, tipsy and dramatic as he opens the door to some random dark closet off the hallway.

“Y/N.” He gives you a look. “Trust the process.”

You squint at him. “If you lock me in here and run away, I swear to God—”

“We won’t.”

Jay peeks back around the corner. “Give us like thirty seconds. I’m gonna pick someone.”

“Pick someone hot!” you shout as Heeseung gently—but firmly—guides you into the closet.

“You’re tipsy. Your standards aren’t high. Anyone will seem hot.”

You open your mouth to argue, but the door is already closing.

Click.

You’re in the dark. In a closet. With the smell of old coats and someone’s spilled cologne.

 You sigh.

“This is either going to be the best or worst thing I’ve ever done.”

Outside, you can hear Heeseung and Jay walking away down the hall.

“She’s going to kill us,” Jay mutters.

Heeseung just laughs.

“Only if she remembers.”

You’re leaning against the back wall of the closet, head tipped back, still a little buzzed and warm all over.

The door creaks open behind you.

Footsteps. A body. Then—slam. The door shuts again.

You don’t turn around.

You don’t even think.

Instead, you push off the wall, spin, and grab the figure in front of you by the front of their shirt.

He barely has time to react.

Your mouth finds his like you’ve been waiting all night—like this was the point of the entire party. Because to you, it was.

He stumbles back a step, surprised, but his hands catch your waist automatically. Strong and steady.

You press in closer, chasing the heat, the rush. Fingers in his hair. Breath short. It’s dark. Too dark to see, too loud in your head to care.

He kisses you back.

Harder than expected

Faster than he should.

Neither of you speak.

You tug him down by his collar and he doesn’t hesitate. His hands slide lower, gripping your hips like he means it. Your bodies slot together without thinking.

You don’t know who it is.

And honestly? Right now, you don’t want to.

His hoodie bunches in your fists as you pull him in again, mouths meeting with even more urgency than before. It’s all instinct and heat—no words, no questions, just movement.

The closet is too small, too warm, too quiet except for the soft rustle of clothes on the hangers and the uneven sound of breathing between kisses.

His hand slides up your back, slow, a little unsure—like he’s still catching up to what’s happening. Your fingers find his jaw, thumb brushing over skin, his hand full of rings.

Your back hits the wall again, and he follows, pressing in like he can’t stay away. He smells like something expensive you recognize but can’t place. It pulls at the edge of your mind, but you push it away, drunk on the moment.

He exhales sharply when your hands dip under his hoodie, fingertips grazing warm skin. His grip tightens, lips dragging down the side of your neck.

You tilt your head back, biting your lip to keep quiet.

There’s a moment—one small breath—where you almost pull back. The shape of his mouth, the way his fingers curl against your waist, the way his body fits against yours…

Who is he?

But then his mouth finds yours again, and just like that, you forget the question.

You forget everything, only focused on your growing heat.

His hands move from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you into him with a hunger that matches your own. The kiss deepens, each movement more urgent and passionate than the last. As you press against him, he lets out a low groan, his grip tightening as if he never wants to let go.

Without breaking the kiss, he guides you both as you slide down the wall together, finding a better position. Your body molds against his perfectly.

Lost in the moment, you instinctively start grinding against his leg. He lets out a quiet growl of approval, meeting your move with one of his own.

His hand curls around the back of your neck, guiding your mouth back to his with a kind of desperation that sends a jolt straight through you. It’s messy now—teeth grazing, breaths tangled, your hips rolling without rhythm, just need.

Your dress has ridden up slightly, and the friction between you is dangerously addicting. His thigh shifts beneath you again, drawing out a soft whimper that you don’t have time to regret because his lips are already swallowing it whole.

You feel him shudder under your touch when your hands explore under his hoodie again, nails dragging lightly over his stomach. His muscles twitch beneath your fingertips, and you smile against his lips—drunk off his reaction as much as the alcohol.

Then, without warning, you shift your focus. Your lips trail away from his, down the line of his jaw and to the side of his neck. He freezes for a half second, breath hitching, before his head tilts slightly, like he’s offering more of himself without needing to ask.

You press soft, open-mouthed kisses to his skin, tasting the faint mix of sweat and expensive cologne. He smells warm, familiar, addictive. Your hands slide up his sides while your mouth explores the curve of his throat, and when your teeth graze the sensitive spot just below his ear, he exhales sharply—almost a moan, barely contained.

The sound fuels you.

You suck gently at the spot, then harder, determined now—like you want to leave something behind, some kind of proof this happened. A mark. A secret. Something he’ll see in the mirror tomorrow and remember exactly how you felt pressed against him in the dark.

He curses under his breath, hands tightening on your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Fuck...”

The way he groans only makes you go slower. More deliberate. You kiss down the side of his neck, peppering small bruises across his skin like you're signing your name in the dark.

As you shift in his lap, your dress rides higher—bunched up around your hips now, forgotten in the heat of it all. The air kisses your skin, cool against the warmth radiating from where his hands roam.

He notices.

His grip trails lower, fingers ghosting over the soft skin of your thighs before settling just shy of where you want him most. He pauses, breathing hard, like he's waiting for permission even as his hands slide inward—thumbs teasing at the hem of your underwear, stroking along the crease where thigh meets hip.

You gasp softly, your hips instinctively pressing forward, searching for friction. He chuckles low in his throat, a sound that rumbles against your collarbone as he dips his head again, lips brushing your neck.

His hands move with maddening patience, kneading the soft flesh near your entrance, fingers pressing just enough to make your legs tense around him.

“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, voice rough and a little awed, like he wasn’t expecting it but can’t get enough now that he knows. His fingers tease at the edge of your underwear, never quite crossing the line—but so close your entire body shakes with anticipation.

You bury your face in his shoulder, lips parted, breath coming in soft pants as your fingers clutch at his hoodie.

He pulls back just enough to tilt your chin up, finding your mouth again like he can’t stand the distance. And just as your lips meet, his fingers shift—

Lower.

Slower.

Right where you need them.

You gasp into his mouth, and he swallows the sound like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

His fingers circle deliberately, just outside the place you’re aching for him most—so close it’s maddening, not nearly enough. Your hips rock into his touch, chasing more, needing more, but he keeps the pace slow, teasing, like he’s savoring every second of watching you come undone.

You bury your face in his neck, voice a strained whisper.

“Please…”

He stiffens slightly, like the word hits him somewhere deep. But still—he doesn’t move faster. His fingers keep tracing those maddening circles, and your thighs tremble from how badly you want him.

You breathe, lips brushing his skin.

“Please, touch me there.”

That’s all it takes.

His restraint slips.

His hand finally slides beneath the last barrier of fabric between you, fingers dipping down, and you gasp—a sharp, breathy sound that you try to muffle against his neck. He groans at how wet you are, how easily his fingers find where you're pulsing with need.

“You’re driving me insane,” he growls against your ear, his voice low and wrecked. “You feel so—fuck—”

You cut him off with a whimper, grinding into his hand now, desperate for every ounce of friction.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, voice cracking. “Please don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t.

His mouth finds yours again—sloppier now, deeper—kisses that leave you dizzy as his fingers work you slowly, expertly, like he knows exactly what you need. One hand grips your thigh to steady you while the other strokes you with growing urgency, each pass pulling a new sound from your lips.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs between kisses, forehead pressed to yours. “Sound so fucking pretty.”

You’re unraveling in his hands, every nerve alight, every breath shallow. The closet feels too small now, like the air is thick.

You’re moving against his hand now—chasing every stroke, every flick of his fingers, your body trembling from how close you are. The heat between you is unbearable, the air thick with your combined breaths, and the soft rustle of clothes.

“Just like that,” he murmurs, his voice ragged. “God, just—keep going…”

But you need more.

You can feel him, hard beneath you, his restraint fraying with every second. You shift forward in his lap, grinding down against him as your hands clutch his shoulders for balance. The friction sends shockwaves through your entire body—and his too.

He stutters out a curse, eyes fluttering shut as your movements become more desperate. You’re not even thinking anymore—just feeling, letting the rhythm take over. The soft drag of your body against his, the slick heat of his hand still moving against you—it’s too much, not enough, all at once.

“Fuck, baby—” he hisses, and you feel it—the way his grip tightens, the way his whole body tenses beneath you.

You freeze for half a second, breath catching.

Then it happens.

A shudder runs through him, low and sharp. His jaw clenches. His forehead drops to your shoulder. And he groans—long and low—body jerking once beneath yours as he comes, completely undone under you.

The realization hits you like lightning.

His arms wrapped around you as he tries to recover, chest heaving. You stay still, eyes wide, heart pounding in your throat.

Neither of you says anything right away.

And in the quiet dark of the closet, all you can hear is the sound of your own breathing—and his, uneven and shaky, still wrapped around you like he doesn’t want to let go.

You don’t know how long you’ve been in there.

You’re breathless, hot, and sweaty. Your lips are swollen. And the air in the closet feels like it’s on fire.

His hand brushes the edge of your jaw, thumb gently grazing your cheek. For a second, everything slows—his forehead leans into yours, both of you catching your breath, still pressed close, your fingers tangled in the front of his hoodie.

Then—click.

The door bursts open, flooding the closet with light.

“WHOA—uh—” A stranger’s voice.

Definitely not Jay. Not Heeseung. Or anyone you know.

Some random guy from the party totally ruined the moment, barging in like he’d just stumbled onto a crime scene.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, shielding your eyes from the sudden brightness, heart thudding.

“Privacy???”

“Damn, my bad,” the guy says, backing up fast with his hands raised. “Thought this was a bathroom.”

You immediately twist away from the guy you were just pressed up against, turning your face to the wall like that’ll somehow erase the last ten minutes.

He steps back too, one hand running through his hair. You don’t look at him. Neither of you says anything.

The guy at the door lets out an awkward laugh.

“Y’all good? Should I—?”

“Leave,” you say quickly.

“Right. Sorry. Uh… carry on.”

He disappears, the door left cracked behind him now.

The closet feels different suddenly. Too bright. Too quiet.

You let out a breath and tug at the hem of your top, still not turning around.

“I should go,” you mumble.

The guy clears his throat. “Yeah. Me too.”

You step out without looking back.

He waits a second, then slips out behind you in the opposite direction.

No names.

No faces.

Everything after the closet is a blur.

The music got louder. The lights got hazier. You remember someone handing you a half-melted popsicle. You think you danced with a girl named Sammy—or maybe she just braided your hair and disappeared. You can’t remember.

There were voices. Laughter. Someone yelled about pizza.

And then—

Darkness.

Until you wake up to the smell of bacon.

Your eyes crack open against the soft glare of daylight, your head pounding gently like it’s keeping its own slow, painful beat.

You’re on a couch.

Not your couch.

You shift and groan softly, the blanket someone tossed over you sliding to the floor. You’re wearing the same clothes from last night. Your mouth is dry. Your hair’s a mess. Your earring is gone.

Across the room, at the dining table, you hear voices and the unmistakable sound of forks scraping against plates.

“He looks like he got hit by a bus,” Jake says with a mouthful of food.

“That’s because he drank like a bus,” Heeseung replies, sipping from a mug, unbothered.

Sunghoon sighs, flipping them off. “Can we stop talking about buses?”

You slowly sit up and blink at them, still half-dreaming. “...Where am I?”

Jungwon looks up from his toast. “Our place.”

You look around, finally registering the layout. You’ve crashed here once before—Jay and Jungwon’s shared off-campus apartment. Warm lighting, mismatched chairs, the lingering scent of Febreze.

Heeseung turns in his seat, giving you a crooked smile. “Well, well. Sleeping Beauty rises.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, pulling your knees to your chest. “I think my soul is still drunk.”

Jake tosses you a granola bar without warning. You catch it—barely.

“What happened last night?” you ask, squinting at them. “Like, after midnight?”

They all glance at each other.

Jay shrugs. “You danced. You yelled at the ceiling fan. You knocked over a lamp.”

“You also tried to fight a Roomba,” Jungwon adds.

“I what?”

“You lost,” Heeseung says, sipping his coffee.

You groan and flop back onto the couch. “So no hookup?” you ask with a sad tone, staring up at the ceiling like it betrayed you.

The table goes quiet for a second.

Then Sunghoon chokes on his juice. “You were trying to hook up last night?”

You throw an arm over your eyes. “Don’t act surprised. I told everyone.”

Heeseung snorts. “You also told a lamp it was the love of your life.”

“It was a nice lamp.”

Jake leans back in his chair, grinning. “So, wait. You seriously didn’t at least make out with anyone?”

“I don’t think so,” you say slowly. “There was a lot of… red lighting. I kept losing my phone. And my dignity.”

Jungwon hums, thinking. “You did disappear for a while though.”

Your arm moves off your face. “I did?”

Jay nods. “Yeah, you vanished around the time the closet game started.”

Your stomach flips.

Closet.

You blink. Mouth opens. Then closes.

Heeseung narrows his eyes. “Wait… wait. You were in the closet, weren’t you?”

You sit up too fast. “I was put there.”

You glance around at them. Their faces are all amused, a little shocked, but definitely unaware.

You clear your throat. “Maybe for like… a minute.”

“Alone?” Jungwon asks, raising a brow.

You pause. “…Maybe.”

They all howl.

Jake slaps the table. “You so made out with someone and don’t even know who it was.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Y/N,” Jay says, pointing at you like a detective, “your lipstick was completely gone, your hair was ruined, and you were missing a shoe.”

You freeze.

Heeseung just smirks. “That closet wasn’t empty.”

Your brain short-circuits. You remember hands. A shirt. A mouth. But the rest? Blurry. Too dark. Too fast.

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

“Wait,” Jungwon says. “So who was in there with you?”

You open your mouth—then stop.

You don’t know.

The guys are still laughing when Jay suddenly squints, fork frozen halfway to his mouth.

“…Wait.”

You glance up from your spot on the couch, warily. “What?”

He looks at Heeseung. “Dude. The closet. Remember what we said last night?”

Heeseung raises a brow, clearly trying to dig through the fog of tequila and sleep deprivation. “What did we say?”

“You know,” Jay says, gesturing vaguely. “When Y/N was all like, ‘I need to kiss someone,’ and you said—”

“‘Go wait in the closet,’” Heeseung says suddenly, eyes widening.

You blink. “Okay, rude.”

“No—you did!” Jay laughs. “You were like, ‘I got you,’ and literally shoved her into that hallway closet.”

Heeseung bursts out laughing, almost dropping his toast. “Oh my god, that wasn’t a dream?? I actually did that??”

“Yes!” Jay says, cracking up. “And then I went to find someone to send in there with her.”

Your heart skips.

Heeseung leans back, eyes wide. “You did? Who?”

Jay’s smile falters. His brows furrow. “…I don’t remember.”

Heeseung pauses. “You don’t remember?”

Jake leans in. “You’re joking.”

Jay shakes his head slowly, realizing it in real time. “I swear, I was looking, but I got distracted… but I told Sunoo to put a guy in the closet. So I guess he did.”

The guest room door creaks open.

Riki steps out, one sock missing, hoodie half-zipped, hair a complete mess. He squints at the light like it personally offended him.

Everything’s too loud. His head’s pounding. His throat’s dry.

He shuffles toward the kitchen, grabs a bottle of water, and pauses—hand still on the fridge door.

His eyes widen.

He takes a step back from the fridge like it just burned him.

“…Wait.”

“Morning, lover boy,” Jake calls from the dining table, already noticing marks on his neck.

Riki doesn’t respond. He lifts his hand to his mouth, like that’ll stop the memory from crawling back.

Someone's lips. The way she kissed him like she’d been waiting her whole life to do it. The way she knew what she wanted. The way she never said her name.

He walks to the mirror near the hallway, wiping under his eyes—and that’s when he sees it.

The faint purple bruises blooming just below his jaw.

His heart skips.

Jake leans over, eyebrows lifting. “Riki… what the hell were you doing last night?”

“I—” he starts, but stops. “I don’t know…”

Heeseung eyes him, curious now. “What do you remember?”

Riki’s voice is low, almost like he’s admitting something sacred. “I was in a closet… and I ended up fingering some chick.”

The room goes still.

“You played Seven Minutes in Heaven?” Jay asks, stunned.

Riki shrugs, rubbing his eyes. “I guess? I didn’t know I was playing. I went into a closet and then boom—girl on me.”

Heeseung snorts. “Sounds like you won.”

Jake leans forward. “Wait, for real? Who was she?”

“No idea,” Riki says, already grinning. “Didn’t say her name. Didn’t see her face. It was dark. All I remember is she was hot as hell and clearly needy.”

You peek out from under the blanket, blinking. “Damn, okay, you got lucky.”

“She kissed me like we were in some porno,” Riki goes on, laughing softly. “Clung to me like I was a lifeline. Whiny, needy, insane. I barely survived.”

The boys start howling, half impressed, half curious about who this girl was.

You push the blanket down and sit up, still groggy but amused. “Wow. So you got some and I missed my chance? This is sexist.”

Jay grins. “You had to have hooked up with someone…”

You shake your head. “Not that I remember.”

Riki lets out a laugh.

Right on cue, the hallway door swings open and Sunoo strolls into the kitchen, looking way too awake for someone who witnessed last night’s chaos. His shirt is spotless. His hair somehow perfect. He looks like he got twelve hours of sleep and a therapy session.

“Morning, animals,” he says sweetly, grabbing a piece of toast from Jay’s plate without asking.

Jay glares. “You didn’t even sleep here.”

“Nope,” Sunoo replies, chewing. “I went home after I picked everyone up. That party was getting too crazy.”

He points at each of you as he speaks, like he’s reading out a crime scene report.

“Sunghoon was crying in a corner with a beer in his hand—again. Jungwon kept trying to give him water like he was an emotional support nurse.”

Jungwon groans and drops his head to the table. “He kept saying ‘no hydration can fix this.’”

Sunoo keeps going. “Heeseung and Jay were trying to flirt with a pair of girls from the dance team, but then Jake came out of nowhere, shirt half unbuttoned, talking about crypto and scared them off.”

Jake looks genuinely offended. “I did not mention crypto.”

“You absolutely said something about ‘investing in yourself,’” Jay mutters.

Sunoo continues, calm as ever. “Y/N went feral—flirted with a plant, told someone she was gonna get ‘emotionally wrecked tonight,’ and then someone told me she was trapped in a closet.”

You cover your face. “Oh my god.”

“And Riki,” Sunoo says, spinning to point at him, “got shoved into said closet and fingered a girl during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

Silence.

Riki chokes on his water.

Jake starts laughing so hard he nearly falls off his chair.

“Bro,” Heeseung wheezes. “Sunoo, how do you say that so casually?”

Sunoo shrugs. “I’m just stating facts.”

Riki coughs, wiping his mouth, ears turning red. “W-Wait—how do you know that?”

“Someone opened the closet looking for a vape and ran away screaming,” Sunoo says, unbothered. “Pretty sure it was some guy named Mark.”

Sunoo hums, then takes another bite of toast. “Anyway, I hope whoever that girl was is okay.”

“She’s fine,” Jake jokes. “Spiritually altered, maybe.”

You laugh, sipping from your water. “Honestly? Same. Should talk to plants more often.”

Jay suddenly frowns, eyes narrowing. “Wait—hold on.”

Everyone turns to look at him.

He points at Sunoo. “You. I told you to shove someone into the closet. For Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

Sunoo nods easily. “Yeah. I remember.”

“Who’d you pick?” Jake asks.

Sunoo chews, swallows, then says it like it’s nothing: “Riki.”

The room goes dead silent.

You freeze mid-sip.

Riki’s bottle slips in his grip.

Jay leans forward. “Wait. You picked Riki?”

“Yeah,” Sunoo says, nodding. “He was just standing near the kitchen. I didn’t see who was in the closet already, but you said pick a guy and toss him in, so I did.”

“…I was in the closet,” you say slowly, staring at him.

Sunoo blinks. “You were?”

You nod.

Sunoo turns to Riki. “And you were the guy I shoved in.”

Riki nods once, eyes wide.

The realization hits the table like a bomb.

“Oh my god,” Jake breathes.

Jay’s jaw drops. “No way.”

Heeseung just bursts into laughter, falling back in his chair. “You two??”

You stare at Riki.

Riki stares at you.

And suddenly—the hoodie, the way he moved, the way he kissed—it all falls into place.

Your stomach flips so hard you feel dizzy. “Oh my god.”

Riki’s ears go red. “Oh my god.”

Jungwon gasps like it’s the season finale of a drama. “WAIT. So it’s true?!”

“I didn’t know!” you shout, covering your face.

Riki leans back in his chair, horrified. “I said she was hot and whiny.”

Jake is crying with laughter. “Bro, you were talking about y/n the entire time!”

Heeseung’s wheezing. “And you—” he points at you— “you were like, ‘Congrats to us!’ like you weren’t congratulating each other!”

You groan and drop your head to the table.

Riki covers his face with both hands, groaning. “I said so much. I’m gonna evaporate.”

“YOU FINGERED HER,” Sunoo screams, pointing in shock.

“SUNOO!!” you yell.

Everyone absolutely loses it.

You storm down the hallway—heart pounding, face hot, feet practically stomping with every step. Behind you, Riki follows—equally flustered, but a little too quiet.

You duck into the first open room and flop face-first onto the bed.

Riki lingers in the doorway for a second, then steps in and shuts the door behind him.

Silence.

You groan into the sheets. “They’re never gonna let us live this down.”

“Nope,” he agrees.

You turn your head to glare at him. “You said I was whiny, Riki.”

“You were,” he says with a half-smirk.

You sit up, squinting. “Don’t.”

He holds up his hands innocently. “Hey. I’m just saying. You were all— ‘closer’—” He mocks a breathy voice, fluttering his lashes. “‘Touch me there—don’t stop—’”

You throw a pillow at his face. “Oh my god!! Shut up!!”

He laughs, catching it. “You started it!”

You groan. “You gave them everything. I could’ve gone my whole life without hearing Sunoo yell the word ‘fingered’ like that.”

He shrugs, grinning. “At least I didn’t tell them you were humping my leg.”

Your jaw drops. “I was not!!”

He leans against the dresser, arms crossed, clearly enjoying himself. “Pretty sure you were. Desperate little thing.”

You grab another pillow. “I will end you.”

He holds his hands up again, but he’s laughing—quiet, cocky, way too smug now that the shock’s worn off.

You narrow your eyes. Then pause.

And smirk.

“Oh yeah?” you say casually, loud enough for your voice to carry.

From the hallway, muffled voices are still chatting. Probably waiting to eavesdrop.

You throw the door open dramatically and shout:

“Riki finished in his pants!!”

The house goes silent.

And then—screams.

“Noooo way!”

“BROOOOOO—”

“HE DID??”

“YOU COULDN'T EVEN WAIT??”

“Not the jeans!!”

Riki’s eyes go wide. “Y/N!!”

You grin like the devil herself and slam the door shut in his face.

“That didn’t even happen!!” he yells through the door.

You’re already laughing, dropping to the floor as the house erupts.

Outside, the guys are screaming with laughter. Jay’s banging on the wall. Jake’s yelling, “YOU SAID YOU BLACKED OUT, NOT BUSTED OUT!”

Riki buries his face in his hands, groaning. “You are so dead.”

You grin up at him from the floor, eyes sparkling. “Guess we’re even now.”

[PART 2]

Deadly silence.

And then he lifts his chin slightly. “You done, princess?”

Your eyes narrow. “Jay. You are wrong. People do not put ketchup on their mac and cheese. You’re a menace.”

“People put hot sauce. Ketchup is the same thing, just more accessible.”

“No it’s not!” you shriek, genuinely offended. “That’s like saying vanilla is just white chocolate—what are you TALKING about—”

Jay stands up.

Instant shift.

His full height moves toward you slowly, purposefully, that heavy-shouldered, slow-walking thing he does when he’s trying not to laugh but also wants you to shut up with your bratty little mouth before he makes you.

“You know what I think this is about?” he says, voice dangerously low.

You freeze in place. “What?”

Jay’s hands find your waist. Warm, firm. He doesn’t pull. Just holds. Like a warning.

“I think you’re trying to distract me,” he says, dipping his head to brush his nose against your cheek. “Because you don’t want to talk about what I want.”

“I—what—” you blink.

“I asked you something three times this week,” he murmurs into your skin, lips brushing your ear. “Something really fucking simple.”

He pulls back, just enough to look at you properly, and his hands press into your waist a little tighter.

“But every time I ask you to sit on my face,” Jay says calmly, “you come up with some new argument. Last time it was, ‘But what if I suffocate you.’ This time it’s ketchup. Ketchup, baby.”

You stare at him.

“I’m not making this up,” he continues, still serious, still calm. “I go to sleep every night with your pussy on my mind, and you’re out here pretending it’s a health hazard to let me worship it.”

“That’s not—” you stammer. “That’s not what I—”

“I need it,” Jay says, dark and low, “like I need to breathe.”

You blink.

“And you’re denying me,” he whispers, pushing you gently backwards until your knees hit the couch. “After everything I do for you. After how good I treat you.”

“Jay—”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, voice now a near-growl.

“Yes, of course—”

“Then let me prove it.”

His hand slips lower. Grips your thigh, firmly. Anchors you in place like you belong there.

“I want you here,” he says, tapping his jaw with his free hand. “Right here. So fucking sweet and soaked, I forget my own name.”

You try not to whimper.

“And you know what I’m gonna say when you finally do?” His eyes gleam, lips quirking for the first time all night.

A smirk.

“Nom nom.”

_______

Your laugh bursts out before you can stop it.

“Jay—what the fuck—” you giggle, hand pushing weakly at his chest. “You did not just say nom nom—”

But he doesn’t laugh with you. His eyes drop down to your mouth, then your throat, then lower. And his grip tightens.

“You think I’m playing?” he mutters, voice rasping against your neck. “You think I’m joking when I say I’m gonna eat you until your legs go numb?”

He grabs the back of your neck and yanks you forward into a kiss that’s not sweet. It’s not even romantic.

It’s filthy.

Teeth dragging. Tongue sliding. Lips parted from the second they touch. He kisses like he’s starving — like you said something wrong and now he has to shut you up the only way he knows how.

Your moan spills into his mouth before you can trap it, and he growls, deep in his chest, like that was the exact sound he needed.

“I’m serious,” Jay pants, breaking the kiss only to speak filth against your lips. “Laugh all you want, baby, but the second you sit on me—fuck—I’m gonna bury my face so deep you’ll suffocate from pleasure before I do.”

Your thighs clench.

“Oh? You like that?” he grins darkly, eyes flicking down. “You like when I talk about dying between your legs?”

His hand slides down your body, firm, palm dragging over your curves like he owns every inch. And he does. Tonight, he fucking does.

“Say the word,” he whispers, nipping your jaw. “Say you’ll ride my face like a good girl and I’ll make it so worth it. I’ll have you twitching, shaking, dripping all over my fucking mouth— soaked through my sheets, through my skin, through my fucking soul, baby.”

You gasp, eyes fluttering shut.

“I’ll lap you up slow,” he growls. “Lick your clit ‘til it throbs. Suck on it like it’s my last goddamn meal. Rub your thighs while you tremble. Grip your ass so tight it bruises—”

You let out a broken whimper.

“And when I’m done?” he murmurs, lips ghosting your ear. “When I’ve had every drop of you, tasted every moan, swallowed every squirt—”

He leans back just enough to meet your gaze.

“I’m gonna smile up at you like the filthy fucking man I am,” he rasps, “and say nom nom, just to make you squirm again.”

You gasp — flushed, pulsing, undone — and he chuckles low, dark, possessed.

“Now sit the fuck down, baby,” he whispers, tugging you toward the bed, “and let me show you how serious I’ve been this whole fucking time.”

________

Your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and his hands are already on your hips, tugging you forward like you’re not moving fast enough for him. Like this isn’t a favor — it’s a correction.

“I should’ve made you do this the first time you said no,” he mutters, voice calm but firm as he slips your shirt up over your head. “You think I don’t know what I’m doing? You think I’d let anything happen to you?”

You shiver when his lips brush your sternum, just before he pushes you flat onto the bed and pulls your shorts down, slow. Teasing. Almost reverent. But the second he sees your underwear?

“Oh my fucking god,” he breathes. “You wore these on purpose.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did,” he hisses, dragging the soft fabric down. “You wore them knowing I wanted this. Knowing I’d see that pretty little cunt tucked up so sweet in lace and lose my mind.”

You swallow hard.

He kisses your inner thigh. Once. Then again, higher. Slow burn.

“I’m not making you do anything,” he says, voice low, eyes locked on you. “But baby—if you don’t sit on my face right now, I swear to god I’m gonna cry.”

You burst out laughing again. “What?”

“Deadass,” he says, deadly serious. “I will sob. Ugly sob. Tears on the floor.”

You’re still giggling when he climbs onto the bed, broad shoulders slipping between your thighs like he belongs there — and he does. His grip is heavy as he pulls you toward him, and then—

“Jay—wait—”

“No more waiting,” he growls, eyes half-lidded, staring up at you like you’re divine. “Sit.”

Your thighs tremble.

But you do.

Straddling his chest, scooting up as he adjusts the pillows behind him, your core just above his face. His hands spread wide on your ass, eyes burning with need.

“Jesus fucking—” he chokes, licking his lips. “You’re already dripping.”

You start to pull back, nervous — but his grip tightens, rough, possessive.

“Don’t you dare run now,” he mutters. “Not when I’ve been begging to taste you for weeks. You sit, baby. You sit and let me worship every inch.”

And then—

He kisses your cunt like it’s holy.

Tongue flat, slow drag from your entrance to your clit, then a suck so deliberate your whole body jolts.

You moan, loud.

Jay groans into you like he’s the one being touched.

“Fuck,” he gasps, breaking away just to speak. “You taste like heaven. Like sin. Like fucking mine.”

You grind down. He growls.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he rasps, eyes rolling back as he dives in again — sloppier this time, tongue flicking, lips locked around your clit, suckling like he needs you to cum now.

And when you start shaking, gasping, crying his name?

He pulls back just barely and smirks up at you, chin dripping, tongue wet.

“Fuck me,” he whispers.

Then he sucks your clit so hard you scream.

______

Your thighs clamp around his face before you can stop them, whole body jerking as your cry punches the air.

Jay groans deep into your pussy, like your taste just hit him harder than anything he’s ever had. His grip on your thighs tightens, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulls you down — pressing you harder against his face like you’re not sitting, you’re being devoured.

“That’s it,” he pants against your cunt between licks. “Fucking sit on it, baby—give it all to me.”

His mouth is so wet.

Messy kisses, full sucks, tongue flicking over your clit with practiced, filthy precision—like he’s not just eating you out. He’s feasting. Moaning. Mumbling praise into you like he’s the one falling apart.

“So fucking sweet,” he groans. “Could die like this—fucking heaven—ride my face, baby, come on, ride it—”

You try to lift off, gasping, overstimulated already—but Jay growls and drags you back down with both hands, slamming you onto his mouth like he dares you to run again.

And then you feel it—

His finger.

One thick, slow finger sliding into your cunt with no warning, knuckle-deep in a second, curling just enough to make your eyes roll back.

“Jay—oh my god—”

“You like that?” he groans, voice muffled as he kisses your clit between words. “So fucking tight. So wet for me. Can’t believe you made me wait for this.”

He pumps slow, then faster, then adds a second finger — stretching you open, curling deep, while his tongue circles your clit in time with each thrust. Your hips are moving on their own now, grinding against his face, using him, soaking him.

You’re not riding — you’re losing control.

And he loves it.

“Gonna cum,” you gasp, legs trembling, voice catching. “Jay—I’m gonna—fuck—”

“Do it,” he moans. “Cum on my fucking face. Squirt for me. Soak me. Make it messy, baby, come on—”

Your orgasm hits hard.

Your body seizes, back arches, a cry rips from your throat — and he doesn’t stop. He moans louder, licks harder, fingers deeper, chasing every drop of your climax like a man starved.

And when you start twitching?

That’s when he really gets to work.

“You’re not done,” he growls, fingers still working your fluttering cunt. “One more. Give me another. I know you can—look at how fucking greedy your pussy is for me—sucking me in, fuck—”

You’re babbling now, legs shaking, hips stuttering, tears in your eyes as his tongue flicks your swollen clit faster — rough, insistent, relentless.

You sob. “Jay—please—too much—”

“No,” he growls. “You can take it. Be my good girl and take it.”

He spits on your pussy and rubs it in with his tongue, then sucks your clit again while his fingers curl up perfectly, stroking that soft, spongy spot inside until you snap.

You cum again with a scream.

This time your whole body spasms, your thighs tremble so hard they go numb, and Jay just groans, mess coating his lips and chin as he keeps going — slower, now. Gentler.

But still deep. Still inside.

He finally pulls back when your body collapses forward, your hands buried in his hair, your forehead pressed to the headboard.

And from beneath you, voice ruined, face dripping with your slick—

Jay grins.

“Nom nom,” he breathes.

Then kisses your cunt one last time, just to make you whimper.

_______

Your entire body trembles as you collapse forward, sliding down his chest in slow, boneless motion. You barely make it to his stomach before your legs give out and you’re sprawled across him, breath hitching, heartbeat in your ears.

He just hums — soft, smug, glowing and strokes your thighs with those still-slick fingers like you didn’t just flood his entire mouth. His nose nuzzles your temple.

“You okay, baby?” he asks gently, voice warm.

You lift your head.

Blink once.

Then burst out laughing.

Jay blinks. “What?”

You’re giggling so hard you can’t breathe. Your forehead presses to his shoulder, your fingers weakly slapping his chest, and you wheeze, “Nom nom? Seriously?”

Jay groans. “Don’t—”

“Nom nom, Jay?! Are you a toddler with a snack or a man trying to die by pussy?”

“I was trying to be endearing,” he mutters, cheeks pink now. “And I was dying, thank you.”

“Oh my god,” you howl, snorting now, wiping tears from your eyes as you flop onto your back beside him. “You’re disgusting. I can never un-hear that.”

Jay turns to look at you, one hand resting on your stomach, rising and falling with each breath. His voice softens.

“And yet,” he says, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face, “you came twice.”

You roll your eyes. “Barely survived.”

“I did ask nicely,” he says, smiling, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Three times. Maybe four.”

You hum, letting your eyes drift shut as his hands start to move again but this time, they’re different. Softer. He cups the back of your knee, draws lazy patterns on your thigh with his thumb, and tugs the blanket over you with his other hand.

“You did so good,” he whispers, like it’s the most important thing in the world. “So fucking good for me.”

Your throat tightens a little. The way he’s looking at you now — tender, proud, in love and it makes your heart thump harder than anything else tonight.

Jay tucks you in closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then finally your lips — slow and plush and real.

“I got you,” he murmurs. “Always.”

You nod, breath catching. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re mine.”

You curl into his chest, feeling warm and full and safe. And as you drift off, body aching in all the best ways, you whisper against his skin—

“Nom nom.”

Jay lets out a scandalized gasp. “I swear to god—”

“Shhh,” you giggle. “Sleepy now.”

“Unbelievable,” he mutters, tucking you under his chin. “You mock the man who worships your pussy. This is betrayal. Treason.”

But his arm pulls you tighter.

And his lips are smiling.

___________

a/n: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQ I HAD FUN WRITING IT OMG LMAO

but as weeks slipped into months, the tension melted into something… cozier. late-night takeout on the couch turned into inside jokes, shared playlists for cooking dinners, long conversations that carried past midnight. you learned the way heeseung’s laugh filled the kitchen, the way his eyes softened when he listened to you talk about the smallest details of your day. he learned how you liked your coffee, that you hummed when you were focused, that you had a stubborn streak that matched his in the funniest arguments over board games.

slowly, the apartment stopped feeling like his and started feeling like yours. it was in the little things — the blanket you always left draped on the couch, his hoodie tossed over the back of your chair because you “stole” it one cold morning and never gave it back, the two of you brushing shoulders in the kitchen because you’d gotten used to moving around each other in the small space. weekends were filled with the comfort of shared silence, each of you doing your own thing but still sitting in the same room. sometimes, you’d glance up from your laptop to find him already looking at you, quickly averting his gaze with a sheepish smile.

there were moments that stuck more than others: the rainy evening you both stayed up building a pillow fort in the living room just because neither of you wanted to go outsider; the time heeseung stayed up late quizzing you for an exam, pretending to be a strict teacher but breaking into laughter every time you answered wrong; the night you came home tipsy, and he sat with you on the bathroom floor while you rambled nonsense, holding your hair back and laughing until you fell asleep against his shoulder.

the lines blurred slowly, without either of you saying anything. what had begun as convenience became comfort, and comfort began to feel suspiciously like something deeper — something neither of you were supposed to acknowledge. neither of you did. instead, you lived in the quiet, unspoken moments: the way his gaze lingered too long when you were dressed up to go out, or how your chest tightened whenever his hand brushed yours in passing.

somewhere in that blur of everyday moments, heeseung started to notice things about you he probably shouldn’t have, like how pretty you looked when the morning sun hit your face in the kitchen, how your laughter made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t explain. he didn’t mean to fall for you, but it happened slowly, inevitably.

it was in the quiet hours that it hit him hardest — when you padded down the hall in your slippers to say goodnight, or when he heard your soft singing drifting from the shower. even the most ordinary things began to feel extraordinary, simply because they belonged to you. he’d catch himself staring too long, memorizing the curve of your smile, the tilt of your head when you were teasing him. sometimes he’d have to go to his room just to cool down, gripping his sheets while clenching his jaw, knowing he was too far gone.

still, heeseung never said anything. you were almost his best friend now, his safe place, and risking that felt impossible. so he kept it quiet, locking away the longing every time you leaned against his chest during a movie or smiled at him like he was the only person in the room. instead, he let the feelings sit heavy in his chest, pretending they weren’t there even as they grew stronger with each passing day, waiting — hoping — for a moment when it might not feel so impossible to tell you.

and then one evening, in the middle of folding laundry together, you mentioned it casually — like it was nothing. “jay asked me out, so i think i’ll go on a date with him tomorrow.”

heeseung froze, shirt half-folded in his hands, the world tilting just slightly beneath his feet. he forced a smile, nodded, and said something supportive — he couldn’t even remember, because all he could hear was the pounding in his ears. you were going out with jay. one of his closest friends.

heeseung knew he should be happy for you, that he had no right to feel the tight coil of jealousy in his chest, but he couldn’t stop it. because the thought of you, dressed up and smiling for someone else — especially someone like jay, known for being a gentleman— made his heart ache in a way he didn’t know how to hide.

he found himself replaying your words long after the laundry was done, lying awake in bed while the image of you with jay dug under his skin. he imagined jay making you laugh the way he wanted to, jay leaning in close over dinner, jay walking you home with that easy charm he was known for. every scenario left a bitter taste in his mouth, jealousy curling in his gut.

he told himself it was selfish, that he had no claim over you. but the truth was cruelly simple: he wanted to be the one you chose. he wanted to be the reason you dressed up, the one who got to see your eyes light up, the one you said goodnight to at the door. instead, he was stuck pretending, playing the role of the supportive friend while inside, the thought of losing even a fraction of what you shared made him feel like he couldn’t breathe.

heeseung tried to go about the next day as if nothing had changed. he drank his coffee, scrolled aimlessly on his phone, even forced himself to laugh at something one of his friends sent him in the group chat. but underneath it all, there was a tension in him that wouldn’t let up, like he was holding his breath without realizing.

when the evening came, he couldn’t help but notice the way you disappeared into your room to get ready. the sound of hangers shifting in your closet, the faint hum of music, the click of your heels against the floor when you finally stepped out — every little detail made his chest tighten. you looked stunning, radiant in a way that made it impossible for him to look away. he managed a smile, told you that you looked nice, but the words felt hollow compared to what he wanted to say. you look perfect. please don’t go. stay with me instead.

hours dragged by after you left. heeseung sat on the couch with the tv playing some show he didn’t care about, his phone untouched on the coffee table. every time the door creaked in his imagination, every time he thought he heard footsteps in the hall, his heart jumped and sank all at once.

when you finally came back, it was late. heeseung heard the front door click open and his heart jumped before he could stop it. your heels clicked against the floor again, slower this time, your laughter soft as you slipped your shoes off by the door. you looked tired, a little flushed from the night, but your eyes were still bright. heeseung peeked out from the living room, pretending like he’d only just gotten up to grab some water.

“hey,” you said, voice warm, almost dreamy, as you dropped your shoes by the door. “didn’t think you’d still be up.

heeseung forced his lips into a small smile, clutching the remote tighter than necessary. “couldn’t sleep,” he murmured, eyes flicking from your face to the floor, then back again.

you crossed the room and sank down beside him on the couch, a little sigh leaving your chest. “it was fun,” you said, unprompted, leaning back against the cushions. “jay is… really easy to talk to. we went for dinner and then walked by the river for a while. i didn’t even realize how late it got until he dropped me off.”

heeseung’s stomach churned, but he nodded like it was nothing, like he wasn’t dying inside with every detail. “sounds nice,” he said, his voice steady even though his throat felt tight, the words he wanted to ask pressing at the back of it. did he make you laugh? did you like being with him? are you gonna see him again?

instead, he just gave a stiff smile and nodded. “glad you had a good time.”

you smiled at him. “yeah. i think we’re gonna go out again soon.” your tone was light, almost teasing, like you were letting him in on a secret.

heeseung’s chest ached. he wanted to ask why you were telling him this — why you looked at him with those bright eyes, why you leaned closer as if you wanted him to share in your excitement. part of him wanted to scream, to tell you not to go, to admit the jealousy eating him alive. but he couldn’t. he just hummed in agreement, eyes fixed on the tv though he couldn’t see a single thing on the screen.

you didn’t seem to notice his silence. you kept talking, recounting little details — how jay had opened doors for you, how he’d told a stupid joke that made you laugh harder than you expected. the way your eyes shined made it impossible for heeseung to look directly at you for too long. so he just listened, nodding when he had to, pretending he was fine.

you stretched your arms overhead, yawning. “i’m exhausted, though. think i’m just gonna shower and go to sleep.”

heeseung nodded again, looking away before you could notice the way his hands were clenched at his sides. “sleep well,” he murmured.

and when you finally walked outside the room, he stayed on the couch long after, staring at the screen, his heart pounding like he’d just lost something he never really had in the first place.

the week between your first and second date with jay felt like the longest of heeseung’s life. on the surface, everything looked the same — same routines, same late-night takeout, same easy talk in the kitchen while cooking dinner together. but underneath, nothing felt the same to him.

heeseung noticed it everywhere. the way your phone would light up more often than usual, and the soft smile tugging at your lips as you typed out quick replies, the way you hummed while brushing your hair in the morning, the way you seemed more restless at night, padding around the apartment with that little bounce in your step like you were carrying a secret you couldn’t wait to tell.

you weren’t flaunting it, you weren’t cruel, but heeseung noticed every single thing. he’d catch himself staring at you longer than usual, watching the way your expression softened whenever you mentioned jay’s name, and every time it felt like a small cut he couldn’t stop reopening.

inside, he was going insane. jealousy curled tight in his chest, leaving him restless. he hated how much he thought about it: you sitting across from jay again, laughing at the same kind of dumb jokes you always laughed at with him, leaning in close like you did when you wanted heeseung’s attention. he couldn’t stop picturing jay seeing the things he saw every day — the way you bit your lip when you were focused, the way your laugh spilled out, the way you looked when you first woke up.

he tried to act normal, to keep things easy between you. heeseung cracked jokes, asked about your day, shared playlists like always. but there were cracks in his façade. sometimes his replies came too short, his smiles didn’t quite reach his eyes, or his laughter sounded forced. you seemed too caught up in your own quiet excitement to notice — or maybe you did, and you just didn’t press.

by the time the weekend rolled around and you mentioned casually that jay was picking you up again, heeseung felt the ground tilt beneath him just like it had the first time. he nodded, swallowed hard, and muttered something supportive. but as you disappeared into your room to get ready, he sat on the couch in silence, staring at his hands, wishing he could tell you the truth — that every day that week had been torture, that the thought of you going back out with jay again made his chest ache in ways he didn’t know how to explain.

the apartment felt unbearably quiet after you left. the click of the door shutting behind you lingered in the air, followed by the faint echo of your perfume, and then there was nothing but silence. heeseung sat there on the couch, staring at the wall, a heaviness pressing into his chest until he had to lean forward, elbows braced on his knees.

he thought about how everything had started — so small, so innocent, so… harmless. just two housemates sharing space, trading polite smiles in the kitchen, learning each other’s rhythms. he hadn’t even noticed it happening at first. he thought it was just comfort, familiarity, the natural closeness that came with living together. but somewhere along the way, that comfort shifted into something sharper, something that tugged at him every time you smiled, every time you laughed, every time you looked at him like he mattered.

heeseung closed his eyes, remembering the first moment he realized he was in trouble. it wasn’t anything dramatic — just you falling asleep on the couch during a movie, your head tipping onto his shoulder. he had frozen, too aware of the warmth of you pressed against him, too aware of how his heart was beating so hard it almost hurt. and when you stirred, murmuring his name so softly before settling back down, he’d felt something inside him tilt, like the ground shifting under his feet.

after that, it was impossible not to see it everywhere. the way you hummed while you cooked, the way you stole his clothes without asking, the way you teased him in that playful, easy way that made him grin no matter how bad his day had been. little things, all adding up until suddenly he couldn’t imagine a day without you in it.

and now you were out with jay. his friend. someone who got to see you dressed up, glowing with that spark of excitement in your eyes. someone who might reach across the table to hold your hand, who might kiss you at the end of the night. the thought made his chest tighten until it was hard to breathe.

he wanted to hate jay for it, but he couldn’t. jay was a good guy. funny, gentle, kind, thoughtful. you could do a lot worse. but that was what made it worse for heeseung, because jay wasn’t doing anything wrong, he was just giving you the attention you deserved, and heeseung had no claim, no right to stop it.

his hands dragged down his face, frustration bubbling under his skin. when had he let himself get so gone for you? when had simple friendship turned into late-night yearning, into this ache that followed him everywhere?

heeseung leaned back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. he thought about how easy it would’ve been to stop it early, to never let himself blur the line between friendship and something more. but it was too late now. he had fallen, quietly and completely, and no matter how much he told himself to move on, to bury it in the deepest place his mind could reach, the truth sat heavy in his chest.

he was in love with you.

and tonight, while you were out with jay, smiling and laughing the way he wished you only did for him, he was stuck here with the weight of it — knowing he couldn’t tell you, knowing he couldn’t stop it, and knowing it was already too late.

heeseung spent the next few days in a quiet, simmering tension. after your second date with jay, you hadn’t mentioned him again, hadn’t hinted at another date, and heeseung clung to that silence like a lifeline. he told himself it meant you weren’t interested anymore — that maybe, finally, the space between the two of you could shift into something more.

heeseung tried to be subtle at first, just little things here and there: lingering a second longer when he passed by you in the kitchen, offering to grab your coffee exactly the way you liked it, teasing you gently when you were stubborn about finishing a task. he smiled more than usual, let his jokes carry an extra warmth, a personal note meant only for you. his heart raced each time you laughed, each time your eyes lingered a second too long when he was talking.

heeseung even started leaving little notes for you in the fridge or on the table — funny reminders of things you’d said, tiny compliments about how good you looked, how incredible you were, how much he appreciated you. he called it playful encouragement, but it was more than that. every note, every joke, every small gesture was him trying to remind you of him, trying to make you feel the way he felt whenever he looked at you.

heeseung caught himself imagining scenarios in which he could steal more of your attention: movie nights on the couch, long walks through the neighborhood, lazy mornings when you both stayed in pajamas too long, and whispered conversations in the quiet of the apartment. he was building a world where it was just the two of you, carefully orchestrating little moments so that maybe, somehow, you’d notice him the way he noticed you.

but even as he schemed quietly, his chest tightened every time he thought of jay, of those dates, of the possibility that you might still want him. hope and fear tangled in a knot he couldn’t untie. heeseung told himself that he was doing this for you — that he just wanted to make you happy — but the truth he couldn’t speak even to himself was simpler and crueler: he wanted you, and he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else taking you away.

heeseung and you were sprawled across the bed, tangled in the kind of lazy, comfortable closeness that only comes from months of shared routines, laughter, and silly, private jokes. the sunlight slanting through the curtains painted soft patterns across the sheets and your skin, catching the glint in your eyes as you laughed at something dumb — something heeseung couldn’t even remember now, but that made his chest tighten.

your hair tumbled over his arm in a careless mess, and heeseung absentmindedly ran his fingers through it, feeling the strands slip between his fingertips. your hand found his chest, tracing idle patterns, fingertips ghosting over the muscles in a way that left him shivering even though the morning light was warm. for the first time in days, heeseung allowed himself to relax, letting his heartbeat slow just a little in the comfort of you pressed against him.

you rolled to face him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead with a soft touch, and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. heeseung’s chest tightened again, a little painfully, a little beautifully, as his heart stumbled over itself.

“you’re ridiculous,” you teased, voice light and airy, full of warmth.

“you love it,” he murmured back, teasing too, though the tremor in his voice betrayed how high-strung he actually felt. you giggled.

“maybe a little,” you admitted, your head finding the curve of his shoulder again, the weight of you against him grounding him. heeseung closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself drink it in — the softness of your hair against his arm, the quiet sound of your breathing, the warmth that felt like it had been missing from his life for far too long.

he let himself imagine what it would be like if this were always how it was, if the two of you could just be like this every day: close, easy, intimate in a way that didn’t need words. he pictured lazy mornings together, quiet nights where the two of you shared headphones and playlists, whispered secrets in the kitchen, and fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms. he let himself breathe, really breathe, for the first time in days.

gathering courage, he tilted his head, eyes meeting yours, fingers threading into yours. “you know,” he whispered, voice soft, careful, “i really… i really like this. being here with you. like this.”

you smiled, squeezing his hand, and heeseung’s chest swelled with a strange, soaring kind of hope.

and then, casually, your voice cut through the room like a knife. “oh, by the way, i forgot to tell you… do you remember this italian restaurant i told you about? jay wanted to go too, so he made a reservation for us.”

heeseung froze, the hope inside him evaporating instantly, replaced with a sharp, hollow ache. his chest tightened painfully, and the air felt suddenly too thick. he could feel the blood drain from his face as he tried to process it, tried to slow the sudden racing of his heart. the bubble of comfort and warmth that had enveloped him just moments ago was gone, replaced with the bitter weight of heartbreak.

you hummed softly, unaware, brushing a hand across his arm as if nothing had happened. “but don’t worry, we’ll have our movie night today,” you added lightly, pressing a small kiss to his shoulder before shifting slightly to grab your phone from the sofa.

heeseung stayed frozen for a long moment, silent, the hurt making it hard to form words. he felt his stomach twist. he wanted to scream, to beg, to demand that you stop, that you notice how much he cared, how much he loved you, but he couldn’t. all he could do was swallow hard, his jaw tight, fingers curling around the fabric of the cushion. he felt helpless, the simple joy of your closeness now tainted by the knowledge that jay was going nowhere, that you wanted him.

heeseung’s mind raced, spinning through memories of your laughter, your soft touches, the way you leaned into him without thinking. every little thing now felt like a cruel reminder of what he couldn’t have. he clenched his fists, pressing them against his knees, forcing himself to stay still while your hand brushed against his arm.

his chest ached, and even as you leaned back against him heeseung couldn’t shake the weight of heartbreak pressing into his ribs. he had to hide it, pretend that he wasn’t burning inside, because he couldn’t risk scaring you, pushing you away, or letting you see the storm behind his eyes.

but beneath that careful exterior, the truth was undeniable. heeseung was in love with you, utterly and completely. and knowing that jay could still have a claim to your attention, even if it was small, was almost more than he could bear. he wanted to wrap you in his arms and never let go, wanted to tell you all the things he’d bottled up for months, wanted to make you see that the person you laughed with now, the person you trusted and leaned on, was the one who wanted to be by your side more than anything in the world.

heeseung let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. he stayed there as the quiet stretched on, letting the tension coil in his chest while you settled back into your comfort. and as the minutes ticked by, he realized that the ache wouldn’t fade anytime soon — not until he could tell you, not until you knew how much he cared, not until maybe, somehow, you saw him the way he saw you.

today, the apartment feels quieter than usual. sunlight streams through the blinds, casting stripes across the floor, but heeseung moves through the morning like a ghost — quiet, distant. every little sound you make — the clink of your mug, the rustle of the sheets — makes him glance up, chest tightening, as if each movement is a reminder that you’re real and not just a part of some daydream he keeps trapped in his head.

you notice it almost immediately. the way he lingers over his coffee cup, staring off into nothing, the way his shoulders slump a little more than normal, and how he avoids meeting your eyes even when you’re sitting right across from him.

“c’mon, smile a little more, it’s saturday!” you chirp, bouncing a little in your seat, hands resting on your knees. heeseung stiffens, swallowing, trying to force a casual grin, but it falters the second it reaches his lips.

you lean closer, tilting your head with a frown. “hey… seriously. what’s wrong? you’re acting weird.”

heeseung hesitates, heart hammering. he wants to tell you — wants to confess everything that’s been roiling in his chest — but the words catch in his throat. instead, he just shakes his head, forcing a smile he hopes looks convincing. “i’m fine. just… tired.”

you cross your arms, unconvinced, eyes narrowing playfully. “uh-huh. sure you are. you’re too fidgety to be tired. and you didn’t even laugh at that joke i made about the delivery guy spilling his coffee yesterday.”

heeseung swallows again, chuckling softly despite himself. “yeah, you got me. i’m… distracted, i guess.” the truth sits heavy in his chest: distracted by you, by your laugh, by how good you’ll look tonight. by the fact that jay is going to enjoy all of those things.

you lean back, brushing a strand of hair from your face, eyes studying him. “hm. you’re lying. something’s off. what is it?”

heeseung wants to speak, wants to explain that he’s jealous, that he’s aching to touch you, to keep you close, to make you see what’s in his heart — but he can’t. he just shakes his head, letting the silence fill the room instead, fingers drumming lightly against the table.

you heave a dramatic sigh, standing up from your chair. “whatever. i give up. you’re impossible sometimes,” you tease, though the frown lingers a little. “i’m going to hop in the shower before jay comes to pick me up. don’t be a stranger, okay?”

heeseung watches you move across the room, chest tightening as you disappear behind the bathroom door. the sound of running water reaches him almost immediately, and he closes his eyes, jaw tight, imagining how you’ll look, imagining the date ahead.

heeseung sits back down, silent, hands gripping his knees, heart hammering. he’s caught between wanting to tell you everything and knowing that he can’t — not yet, not ever. so instead, he waits, each splash of water a reminder that you’re out there, getting ready for someone else, while he’s stuck here, his feelings burning in his chest, unspoken, painfully real.

when he hars the click of the door, heeseung sits on the edge of the couch, trying to pretend he’s absorbed in his phone, but he can’t take his eyes off you. the moment you step out of the bathroom, towel wrapped loosely around your hair, it’s like everything in the room sharpens.

“hee… heeseung?” you ask hesitantly, showing him the dress you put on. “is this too much?”

heeseung swallows, voice tight in his throat. “n-no… it looks… good.” he’s trying to be neutral, calm, but his stomach twists. good doesn’t even begin to cover it, he thinks. you’re stunning — stunning in a way that makes his chest ache, makes him want to reach out and touch you, make sure no one else does.

“really? i don’t know,” you say, twirling slowly in front of him. the short, cut-low dress clings to you in all the right places, accentuating every curve, and heeseung’s jaw tightens involuntarily. “does it… look okay?”

heeseung tries to blink, to shift focus, but the thought of jay seeing you like this sends a surge of jealousy straight through him. “it… it looks amazing,” he says finally, voice low, but he can feel heat rising to his cheeks. his hands clench into fists at his sides. amazing is still not strong enough.

you glance at him nervously, tugging at the hem, clearly seeking reassurance. “really? i don’t want it to be… too much, you know? i just want to look… nice.”

his throat tightens, heart hammering, and heeseung bites the inside of his cheek. he wants to tell you to stay, to take the dress off, to never go. he wants to grip your waist and pull you to him, to show you that you’re his — every curve, every inch, every smile belongs to him. instead, he swallows hard and nods, forcing his voice steady.

“it looks… perfect,” he says, trying to sound casual, but it comes out more strained than he intends. “you… you look incredible.”

you smile softly, clearly relieved, but heeseung sees the way you fidget slightly, tugging at your dress again. “are you sure? i mean… it’s short, and the neckline—ugh, i just want to look right.”

heeseung feels a sharp pang of jealousy, imagining jay seeing you like this. the thought makes him ache in ways he doesn’t want to admit. he wants to groan, pull you into his lap, press his hands against you, and remind you what he could do for you instead.

“hee… what’s wrong? are you… okay?” you ask gently, concern flickering across your face. your eyes are soft, worried, and heeseung wants to drown in them, wants to tell you how desperately he’s been holding himself back.

he clears his throat, voice low and rough, trying to steady himself. “i’m fine. just… don’t change. you look perfect as you are. i… i mean it.”

you nod slowly, taking a small step back, checking yourself in the mirror again. “okay… thanks. i just… i want to look nice for him, you know?”

heeseung’s chest twists painfully. for him. his hands clench again, and his jaw tightens. he wants to tell you that you don’t need to impress anyone else, that he’s been wanting you like this all along. but instead, he swallows the words, forcing a calm smile, even though inside, he’s burning, ache and lust twisting together.

“you look amazing,” he says finally, his voice just above a whisper, but firm. “he’s lucky. anyone would be.”

you smile again, finally seeming satisfied, and heeseung swallows hard, trying not to imagine anyone else touching you. the heat pooling low in his stomach is a dangerous reminder: he wants you. he wants you now. he wants to stop anyone else from seeing you the way he does.

he watches as you grab your clutch and keys, hair still damp but styled perfectly, your dress clinging just so, and every step toward the door is like a small blow to his chest. he wants to yell, to beg you to stay, to keep this beauty for himself, but he stays rooted to the couch, chest tight, hands trembling slightly.

“have fun,” he murmurs, voice low, and you wave before slipping out the door, leaving him staring after you, heart hammering, jealousy and longing clawing at him, desperate and frustrated.

heeseung drops onto his bed, chest tight, jaw aching from the effort of keeping his voice steady when he told you to have fun, of not throwing himself at you because of how good you looked. the heat between his legs is immediate, a mix of jealousy, desire, and the ache of loving you without being able to act on it.

his fingers tremble slightly as they brush against the waistband of his boxers. he hesitates, heart hammering, because this isn’t just about lust — it’s about you. every thought, every stroke is a mix of wanting you and imagining all the ways he could make you his, all the ways he could show you how much he loves you, how much he’s dreamed of having you all to himself.

heeseung presses a hand against his chest, closing his eyes for a moment, picturing you in that short cut-low dress. the curve of your legs, the way your hair fell around your face, your soft voice asking him for his opinion, completely unaware of the storm you stirred inside him. he can almost feel your skin against his, warm and soft, and his fingers move lower, the thought of being the one to touch you, to kiss every inch of you, sending shivers down his spine.

“you’d be mine,” he mutters under his breath, the words almost a prayer. “i’d make you feel so good… only you.”

his hand slides over the fabric, teasing through the thin material, imagining the way your soft skin would respond under his touch. heeseung pictures the curve of your hips pressed against him, lips on his in messy, desperate kisses, your hands clutching at him as he holds you close, his own voice rough with need.

he starts to move his hips against his hand, slow at first, teasing himself the way he wants to tease you. every thought of you — your laugh, your smile, your soft “is it too much?” — makes his movements more urgent, more desperate. he imagines whispering against your ear as he guides you through it, telling you how perfect you are, how good you make him feel just by being here, just by being his.

his chest rises and falls quickly as he imagines pressing you to the bed, soft moans spilling from your lips as he takes his time, not just fucking you but showing you what it means to be loved, to be cherished. his other hand tangles in his bed, gripping the sheets as his fantasy grows more vivid: holding you close, your chest against his, your warmth soaking into him while he whispers soft praises, promises that he’s been holding in for months.

heeseung can’t stop himself. the imagining, the desperation, it all builds until his movements grow faster, rougher, the ache between his legs almost unbearable. he hums low, throat tight, imagining your gasp, your soft cries, the way your body would respond to him, how easily he’d make you tremble under his touch.

“i want you so bad,” he whispers, almost choking on the words, fingers moving quicker, imagining slipping his hands under your dress, kissing you anywhere, everywhere, making you his in ways no one else could. “i’d take care of you… make you mine… only mine.”

heeseung leans back, face flushed, heart hammering, lost in the fantasy of having you pressed against him, soft, warm, trusting, moaning, his voice being the only one you’d hear. he imagines the quiet aftermath, holding you until you both drift into sleep, your breath soft against his skin, your fingers entwined in his.

and even as he reaches his orgasm, the thought of someone else — of jay — lingering in the same space he longs to occupy, adds a bitter edge to the pleasure. his heart aches with it, the love and the jealousy mixing so tightly that even as he comes, he feels empty, desperate for more.

heeseung collapses onto his pillow, chest heaving, flushed and messy, still imagining you there, still imagining how he would make you his, and silently promising himself that one day, he won’t have to imagine.

it’s way later than midnight and he’s staring at the ceiling, trying to convince himself to sleep, but every sound from outside makes his pulse spike. when he hears the apartment door click, he pricks up his ears. you’re home.

he’s been waiting, almost unconsciously, hoping you’d come back before he fell asleep — hoping to see you, even for a second, just to hear your laugh, your voice, to ask you how your date went. he sits up slowly, blankets pooling around his waist, heart hammering. he hears your footsteps on the hardwood, soft and tentative, the sound of you setting down your bag, maybe taking off your shoes. a small smile flickers across his face. relief washes over him for a split second as he pushes himself up slightly, about to call your name.

“hey… you’re back,” he murmurs softly, voice hoarse. he pictures your tired smile, and he feels his heart lift just imagining it.

but then—

voices. not his, not yours alone, another voice.

jay.

he freezes instantly, muscles tensing, stomach dropping. heeseung can’t see anything from the bedroom, but he can hear it clearly.

“so, can i… stay the night?” jay’s voice is smooth, casual, confident, and something about it makes a sharp pang stab through heeseung’s chest.

“i mean, i don’t know if… heeseung might be—” you start, hesitant, almost pleading.

and then a soft, unmistakable smack, a kiss. heeseung flinches, a sharp twist of jealousy shooting through him, chest tightening painfully.

“pretty please?” jay murmurs, and heeseung’s stomach knots.

heeseung sinks back into the pillows, face pressed against the sheets, heart hammering. he doesn’t move, doesn’t call out to you, doesn’t make a sound. he can’t. the ache in his chest pins him down.

soft laughter drifts into the bedroom. your voice, gentle, paired with the sound of jay leaning in, whispering something, close, intimate. heeseung feels every pang like a knife. the faint rustle of sheets reaches him too, and his chest twists tighter, imagining the worst. he’s convinced you’re in jay’s arms, that you’re kissing, that you’re probably — oh god. he shoves the thought away, but the image won’t stop, and the jealousy is sharp and raw.

heeseung’s hands curl into fists, jaw tight, knuckles pale. he wants to storm out, to confront you, to push jay out of your bedroom, of your house, but he doesn’t. he can’t. he can only lie there, feeling nauseous, imagining you pressed against someone else, wishing it was him.

he closes his eyes, chest rising and falling unevenly, trying to focus on the image of your smile, on anything that reminds him that you’re still you, that you’re still his. but even as you laugh quietly, he feels his own heart splintering. every giggle, every whisper, every soft shuffle of movement coming from your bedroom feels like a dagger.

and yet, beneath the heartbreak, beneath the jealousy, a sharp heat coils in his chest. it’s possessive, desperate, and it’s him. he wants you. he wants you here. he wants to be the one you run to, the one you trust, the one who makes you feel loved.

heeseung lies in bed, frozen between wanting to scream and wanting to pull you into his arms, wishing he could reach out, wishing he could undo the distance that’s formed between you and him tonight. the longing is burning him alive.

the sunlight slips in through the blinds when he finally drags himself out of a restless sleep. he blinks against the brightness, head heavy, chest still aching with the weight of last night. his room feels suffocating, the sheets tangled around his legs, his body tense from hours of tossing and turning.

he pulls himself up, raking a hand through his messy hair, and the apartment is already alive with faint noises — clinking in the kitchen, the muffled sound of the tv, your voice humming softly. he stops in the doorway of his room, heart clenching at the sound. you’re awake. of course you are. you always wake up earlier than him.

for a second, he almost lets himself smile, almost calls out to you the way he always does, but then it crashes back over him: jay. the memory of your whispered voice from last night, the quiet giggles, the muffled kisses. heeseung’s throat tightens, and instead of heading toward the kitchen, he drifts sluggishly, keeping his steps slow, hesitant, like if he moves too quickly, he’ll break all over again.

“morning,” you murmur when he finally appears in the doorway, spatula in hand, still in your sleep shorts and one of your oversized tees. you flash him that smile, the one that usually pulls an automatic grin out of him. but today, he can’t.

“morning,” he mutters, voice flat, and he heads straight for the fridge without looking at you.

you pause, eyebrows pulling together, watching him grab a bottle of water. “you’re up late, did you stay up gaming all night?” you tease lightly, testing the waters. usually, he’d quip something back, something stupid that makes you roll your eyes. this time, he just shrugs and leans against the counter, sipping his water without even glancing your way.

your stomach twists. “okay… what’s with you?”

“nothing,” he says too quickly, the edge in his tone sharper than he means it to be.

you blink, frowning, spatula tapping against the pan. “nothing? heeseung, you look like someone just killed your dog.”

he exhales through his nose, shoulders stiffening. “i’m just tired.”

you set the spatula down with a soft clatter and cross your arms, staring at him. “right. tired. so tired that you can’t even look at me when you talk?”

his jaw tightens, eyes fixed on the label of his water bottle. the silence stretches heavy between you, your confusion growing with each passing second.

“did i… do something?” you ask finally, irritation creeping into your voice. “because if i did, you could at least tell me instead of acting like i don’t exist.”

heeseung’s head snaps up then, guilt flashing across his face for just a moment before he shuts it down. “you didn’t do anything,” he says, softer this time, but it doesn’t feel convincing.

your patience thins, heat rising in your chest. “heeseung, you’re acting so weird. i’m standing here trying to talk to you, and you won’t even—” you cut yourself off with a frustrated huff, throwing your hands up. “ugh, fine. whatever. if you don’t wanna talk to me, then don’t.”

you turn back to the stove, your shoulders tense, your movements sharper than usual as you flip the eggs in the pan. the silence is deafening, and heeseung stands there, water bottle clutched too tightly, throat aching with words he can’t say.

he wants to tell you everything — how the thought of jay in your room all night made his chest hurt so bad he couldn’t breathe, how the idea of you smiling at someone else the way you smile at him makes him feel sick, how he’s been in love with you for months and doesn’t know how to stop.

but he doesn’t. he just stands there, distant and heavy, while you simmer with confusion and irritation, your back turned to him. it feels like the line between you two has shifted overnight, stretched thin and fragile, and he hates it. he hates himself for causing it. he hates jay for being here. he hates the ache in his chest that won’t let him act normal around you.

and still, he can’t bring himself to move closer. can’t bring himself to bridge the gap. so he stays there, silent, while you mutter under your breath and slam the spatula back down.

the morning drags. breakfast is quiet, the only sounds the scrape of your fork against the plate and the low hum of the tv in the background. you don’t look at him, and he doesn’t try to bridge the silence. his chest aches with every minute that passes, but he can’t force himself to be normal, not when the memory of jay’s laugh in your hallway still echoes in his ears.

when you finish eating, you stand abruptly and start stacking your dishes. “i’m going out for a bit,” you say flatly, not offering details like you usually do. no explanation, no soft smile. just clipped words.

heeseung glances up at you, guilt flashing in his eyes, but he only nods. “okay.”

you disappear into your room to change, and the slam of the door makes him flinch. he drops his fork onto his plate and presses his palms into his eyes, frustration bleeding through him. he knows he’s pushing you away, knows you’re angry, but what’s he supposed to say? hey, i’m acting cold because i can’t stand the thought of you with jay? because i want you so bad it hurts?

the day drifts on in fragments. heeseung spends most of it locked in his room, headphones on, trying to distract himself with music, with games, with anything that will pull his mind away from you. but he can’t help it — every time he remembers your laugh, he’s pulled right back into that ache.

when you finally come home in the afternoon, arms full of shopping bags, he peeks out of his room to see you kicking off your shoes. you look stunning, hair tousled from the wind, cheeks flushed. you glance up at him briefly, offering a small, tight smile that doesn’t reach your eyes before you head straight for your room.

he swallows hard, lingering in the hallway, wanting to knock on your door, to ask where you went, if you had fun. instead, he retreats again.

the hours drag. dinner passes the same way breakfast did — tense, quiet, your annoyance practically radiating off you. you scroll on your phone at the table, laughing softly at something on the screen, and heeseung feels a stab of jealousy twist in his chest. is it jay you’re texting? are you planning another night together?

he pushes food around his plate, appetite gone, and excuses himself early.

the evening hangs heavy. you’re sprawled on the couch, watching something on tv, when heeseung shuffles past with a glass of water. he hesitates, glances your way — your legs curled up, blanket pulled to your chest, eyes fixed on the screen. you don’t look at him. you don’t say anything.

he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. his throat closes up, and he retreats again, back to the safety of his room, back to the silence that feels like it’s crushing him from the inside.

lying in bed that night, heeseung stares at the ceiling, listening to the faint sounds of the tv through the wall. he wonders if you’re waiting for a message from jay. wonders if you’re still thinking about why he is so distant.

he wants to fix things between you, wants to stop acting like a stranger, but the words won’t come. every time he thinks of opening his mouth, the image of jay’s hands on you flashes behind his eyes, and the jealousy roars too loud.

the next day, night presses heavy over the apartment, the air thick with the tension that’s been building since yesterday. you’re curled on the couch, scrolling absently on your phone, but your eyes keep flicking toward the hallway where heeseung’s door has been shut all day. the silence between you has gone from uncomfortable to unbearable.

finally, when you hear his door creak open, you can’t hold it in anymore. “are you seriously gonna keep ignoring me?” your voice cuts through the quiet, sharp with frustration.

heeseung freezes in the hallway, glass of water in hand. his jaw tightens. “i’m not ignoring you,” he mutters, though he doesn’t meet your eyes.

you let out a sharp laugh. “could’ve fooled me. you’ve barely said a word to me all day, heeseung. if you’ve got a problem, just say it.”

his throat works as he swallows, staring at the glass like it has answers. “i don’t have a problem.” he murmurs as he walks towards the kitchen.

you’re quick to follow him. “bullshit.” you slam your phone down onto the table, the sound making him flinch. “you’ve been acting weird ever since yesterday, and i’m not stupid. i know when you’re pissed at me, so just say it. what did i do?”

heeseung drags a hand through his hair, the frustration in him finally breaking loose. “it’s nothing, okay? just… drop it.”

“no, i’m not gonna drop it!” you’re quick to follow him, stepping closer, anger sparking in your chest. “you’ve been treating me like i did something wrong, and i don’t even know what the hell it is! did i say something? do something? why are you acting like this?”

heeseung’s chest rises and falls quickly, his grip tight on the glass. “because—” he stops himself, words catching in his throat, heart hammering too loud.

“because what?” you snap, glaring at him.

his silence is louder than any answer, and it makes your blood boil. “you’re unbelievable,” you spit out, voice shaking with the hurt you’ve been trying not to feel. “we’re supposed to be friends, heeseung. if something’s wrong, you talk to me, not shut me out like this.”

that word — friends — hits him like a punch to the gut. he sets the glass down too hard on the counter, turning to face you with fire in his eyes. “yeah, well maybe being your friend isn’t as easy as you think it is!”

the words hang in the air, heavy and dangerous.

your brows knit together, confusion flashing in your eyes. “what the hell does that mean?”

heeseung’s chest heaves, his hands balling into fists at his sides. he wants to scream it, to tell you that seeing jay’s hands on your body made him sick, that hearing you giggle after jay begged you to stay the night nearly broke him, that he can’t stand watching you with someone else because he’s been in love with you this whole time. but the fear of ruining everything chokes him, and instead he shakes his head, backing away like distance will make the feelings disappear.

“forget it,” he mutters, voice low, strained. “you wouldn’t understand.”

your mouth falls open, anger giving way to hurt. “you don’t even give me a chance to understand! you just shut me out and act like i’m the problem.”

heeseung squeezes his eyes shut, his voice cracking when he finally answers. “you are the problem.”

silence slams down like a wall. your breath catches, pain flashing across your face. “wow,” you whisper, taking a step back. “good to know how you really feel.”

before he can take it back, before he can explain that he doesn’t mean it like that — that the problem isn’t you, it’s the way he wants you, the way he can’t stop wanting you — you’re already turning away, storming down the hall.

the sound of your bedroom door slamming rattles through him, leaving him standing alone in the dim light of the kitchen, heart clawing at his ribs, regret burning hot in his chest.

he sinks down onto the couch, head in his hands, replaying every word he just said, every look on your face. he’s never felt further away from you than he does in this moment, and it tears him apart.

heeseung presses a hand to his chest, the ache so sharp it feels like it’s clawing at his lungs. he wants to go to you, to tell you that he didn’t mean it the way it came out, that he was scared and jealous and stupid, but his pride and fear of making things worse hold him frozen. he keeps replaying your face, the hurt in your eyes, the way your lips trembled as you tried to fight back your own tears.

he leans back against the couch, sliding down until he’s practically collapsed on the cushions, and he buries his face in his hands. the warmth of the apartment feels suffocating, and every creak of the floor, every distant noise outside, makes him imagine you there on the bed, crying quietly, wishing he could undo the tension he created.

heeseung’s chest tightens as he thinks about the distance he’s put between you both, the way his words were sharper than intended. he wants to crawl across the apartment, hold you, apologize, make you feel safe again, but the knot of guilt and longing in his stomach pins him in place. every beat of his heart screams for you, but every thought of approaching you feels like stepping into a storm.

he can’t stop imagining your small sobs, your hands covering your face, and it makes his chest ache even more. he hates that he caused this, hates that he let his jealousy and fear speak for him, and hates himself for how desperately he wants to fix it.

for some minutes the apartment is quiet, the kind of quiet that presses against your chest and makes every breath feel heavy. you’re curled up on the bed, face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking softly as silent tears slide down your cheeks. the fight from earlier keeps replaying in your mind — his words echoing, cutting deeper than you want to admit. “you’re the problem.” it feels like a weight pressing down on your chest, suffocating, and you can’t stop the sobs that wrack your body.

heeseung stands in the hallway for a long moment, frozen, heart pounding, listening to your silent sobs that come through the door. every instinct in him is screaming to run away, to leave you alone, to hide, but something deeper, something desperate, roots him in place. he made a mistake — he said things he didn’t mean, pushed you away because he was scared, jealous, and foolish. he’s an idiot.

slowly, quietly, he steps forward, moving towards the door. he knocks slightly.

“hey… can i come in?” he murmurs softly, voice low and tentative, like he’s afraid to break the fragile space around you. you flinch at the sound of his voice, hands tightening over your face.

heeseung enters the bedroom, seeing you curled up in bed. he sits beside you, keeping a careful distance, eyes wide and full of worry. “i’m so sorry, i… i didn’t mean it,” he says softly, almost pleading. “what i said earlier… it wasn’t true. it was stupid, and i—”

you shake your head, muffled sobs spilling past your fingers. “you said it, heeseung, you said i’m the problem,” you whisper, voice cracking. the hurt in your tone makes something ache in him like a physical blow.

heeseung swallows hard, chest tight, and reaches out, hesitating, before gently brushing a hand down your arm. “i know,” he murmurs. “and i’m sorry. so sorry… i didn’t mean it like that. you’re not the problem. it’s… it’s me. i’m the one who’s messed up. i shouldn’t have said that.”

you glance at him through tear-blurred eyes, your chest heaving, voice trembling. “then… why did you say it?”

heeseung bites his lip, the confession he’s been holding back pressing at his chest. “because… i was scared,” he admits, voice almost breaking. “scared of… of how much i—” he stops, throat closing, the words trembling on the tip of his tongue. “scared of how much i care about you. about you. and… i don’t want to mess it up.”

you sniffle, trying to catch your breath, and before you can protest or say anything, he slowly, carefully, leans closer, laying in bed. his arms wrap around you gently, and he pulls you into his chest. “shh… it’s okay,” he murmurs softly, holding you tightly, one hand tangled in your hair, the other resting over your back. “i’ve got you, it’s fine. you’re safe. i’m sorry for hurting you.”

you bury your face against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of him, the warmth of his body pressing comfort into yours. your hands grip at his shirt as you shiver against him, and heeseung strokes your back, humming quietly, soothingly, careful not to say too much but letting you feel his presence, his care, his affection.

you’re still sniffling softly, sheets tangled around your legs, and heeseung’s hand rests gently on your shoulder as he rubs small circles with his thumb. the quiet hum of the apartment wraps around you both, but our chest is tight, heart still racing, and heeseung can feel it too, every tremble of your body, every shaky breath.

“i… i need to say something,” heeseung murmurs, voice low, almost hesitant, but it vibrates with urgency. you glance at him, cheeks wet, hair sticking to your temples, and he winces, hating that he caused this. “i… i ignored you because… because i heard you talking to jay after your date. and when he asked you to stay the night… i couldn’t—i couldn’t handle it.”

your brow furrows, confusion mixing with hurt. “heeseung… we didn’t—” you start, voice catching. “we didn’t do anything. we just… slept. we didn’t—i don’t… you’re overthinking—”

heeseung exhales sharply, frustration and longing bleeding into the sound. “i know that now,” he admits, pressing his hand a little firmer against your shoulder. “i know that, and i’m sorry. i just… when i heard it, my chest… it felt like it was being squeezed. like i couldn’t breathe. i couldn’t stop imagining you with him, and i…” he swallows hard, struggling for words, voice barely a whisper. “it hurt so much, more than i can even—”

you look at him then, tears still pooling, trying to steady your own voice. “heeseung… you don’t have to worry. he didn’t do anything, we just slept,” you whisper, voice breaking, and heeseung’s chest twists painfully at the sound. relief and guilt crash together, leaving him trembling slightly as he leans closer, careful to let you feel his warmth without crowding you.

“that’s the thing,” heeseung says softly, voice thick, eyes not leaving yours. “it doesn’t matter what he did, or what you did. because i…can’t stand the thought of anyone… anyone treating you like you’re theirs. i—” he stops, voice catching, and you can see the raw, vulnerable edge in his expression.

heeseung takes a shaky breath, the weight of everything he’s been holding in pressing against his chest so heavily that he can hardly think straight. he feels your tears soaking into his shirt, yourl body trembling in his arms, and the ache in his chest twists tighter. he can’t hold it in anymore — not the guilt, not the longing, not the truth he’s been burying.

it’s now or never.

“i have to tell you something,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, almost breaking. his fingers trace small circles on your back, the motion soothing, but his heart is racing with every word he’s about to say. “i’ve been… feeling this way for a long time, longer than i probably should have, and i couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud until now.”

you lift your head slightly, sniffing, eyes red and glimmering in the dim light, searching his face for the words that feel like they could hurt or heal you. heeseung swallows hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to speak.

“when you… started going out with jay,” he continues, voice thick, each word deliberate, trembling with the weight of his fear, “i thought… i could handle it. i told myself i was just going to be protective, just being your friend… but i couldn’t do that. it’s never been that.”

he gulps and your hands tighten on his shirt instinctively, as if trying to anchor him, to tell him it’s okay to keep going. heeseung leans back slightly, eyes meeting yours, and for a moment the room is still, the only sound the quiet hum of the city outside, the soft rhythm of your breathing mingling with his.

“the truth is… i’ve been in love with you for months,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper, raw and unpolished, but carrying every ounce of the longing he’s been carrying for months. “and every time i think about you with someone else… every time i hear your laughter with him, every time i imagine him treating you in the way i want to i… i can’t stand it. i can’t stand the thought of anyone else getting to hold you, to make you smile, to be what i want to be for you.”

heeseung’s hands grip your arms lightly, almost as if grounding himself, almost as if fearing that you’ll slip away before he can finish. “i didn’t mean to hurt you earlier. i didn’t mean to say those things. i was… scared. scared of losing you, scared of admitting that i can’t just… watch you go on like i’m nothing.”

his thumb brushes gently against your cheek, lifting your face slightly to meet his gaze. “i can’t lie anymore. i can’t pretend i don’t feel this, not when every part of me wants to be the one for you. i love you, and it’s been killing me, keeping it in… seeing you with someone else, feeling like i’m losing you even when you’re still here.”

heeseung leans closer, forehead resting against yours, breath mingling with yours, trembling with the vulnerability he’s finally allowed himself to show. “i’m not asking for anything right now. i just… i needed you to know. i can’t keep pretending. i want you to be mine in every way that matters to me… and i can’t stand the thought of anyone else taking that place.”

your fingers curl around his wrists instinctively, and for the first time since he began speaking, a small, tentative softness enters his chest, a flicker of hope mingling with the ache. heeseung keeps his face close to yours, eyes searching yours for any sign that he hasn’t completely scared you away, voice quiet and trembling: “i’ve loved you from the moment i realized i could, and i… i can’t hide it anymore. i don’t want to hide it from you ever again.”

the room is still except for the sound of your breaths, your sobs subsiding just enough to let him hear the sincerity, the raw, aching truth of what he’s just confessed, and even as his chest aches from fear, longing, and hope all at once, he knows that finally, finally, he’s spoken the words his heart has been screaming for months.

heeseung stays pressed against you, forehead to forehead, his hands lingering on your arms and shoulders as if he can hold you together physically while his heart races uncontrollably. the vulnerability in the room is almost tangible, heavy with the weight of everything that’s been unsaid between you two for months. he can feel the faint shiver running through your body.

“heeseung…” your voice is soft, tentative, still trembling from crying, “i… i didn’t know…”

“i know,” he murmurs quickly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his thumb ghosting over your cheekbone. “i didn’t want to tell you. i was scared. scared of losing you, scared that once you knew… you’d see me differently, or worse, see me as nothing.”

heeseung takes a shaky breath, letting himself feel the heaviness of his own emotions for the first time in weeks. “but i can’t… i can’t keep pretending. i can’t watch you… i can’t even imagine you with someone else without my chest feeling like it’s being crushed. i needed you to know.”

you press closer to him instinctively, forehead still against his, your hands moving to grip the sides of his torso, as if grounding him as much as yourself. heeseung can feel your warmth, the rise and fall of your chest beneath his, and it sends a jolt through him — a painful, beautiful reminder of how desperately he wants you, and how long he’s been holding back.

“i… i don’t… i don’t have feelings for jay,” you whisper finally, voice shaking, “i’ve never had, it was just… dates, nothing else. i promise.”

heeseung shakes his head, cutting you off gently, cupping your face with both hands now, holding you still so you can’t pull away. “it’s not… i’m not worried about what you did. it’s about how much i love you. i can’t even pretend anymore. hearing you with him… even if nothing happened, even if you don’t like him… it broke me inside. i just… i want you. i want you to know that.”

heeseung’s voice cracks slightly, and your eyes widen as the depth of his confession hits you fully. the words are more than “i love you” — they’re a revelation, a confession of months of desire, fear, and longing he’s buried so deeply that even he sometimes couldn’t believe it himself.

“i don’t want to scare you,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours again, “but i had to tell you. i can’t watch you go out with someone else, even just on a date, without feeling like my chest is being ripped apart. i… i’m in love with you. i’ve been in love with you for so long, and the thought of anyone else…” his words falter, broken by the ache in his chest. “i can’t, i just can’t take it. i want to be the one you run to, the one you laugh with, the one who makes you happy, not… someone else.”

heeseung’s hands trace your jawline softly, holding your face as he searches your eyes for any sign that you might feel even a fraction of what he does. his breathing is uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly, but he can’t stop now — he’s finally laid bare everything he’s been holding inside, and the vulnerability, though terrifying, feels almost liberating.

“i just… i love you,” he whispers again, softer this time, almost pleading, “more than i can say, more than i should… but i do. and i can’t hide it anymore. not from you, not from myself.”

for the first time, heeseung feels the weight of his heart lifted slightly — not because he knows your answer yet, but because he’s finally said it. finally, he’s been honest, and the truth hangs in the air, fragile, between the two of you.

heeseung keeps his forehead resting against yours, his hands still cupping your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone in a slow, soothing motion. the vulnerability in his expression hasn’t faded; every single one of his heartbeats is a reminder of how tightly he’s been holding this in.

“it’s… it’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” he murmurs softly, a little smile on his lips, voice rough with emotion. “i just… i needed you to know. i can’t keep pretending anymore. but… whatever you feel, whatever you think, it won’t change how much i care about you. i don’t want to lose you, ever.”

he leans back just a little, enough to look into your eyes, searching for any flicker of understanding. “so, whatever you feel, it’s okay,” he says again, a small, shaky exhale escaping his lips. “i’m not asking for anything. i just… can’t imagine not being by your side, even if… we’re just… this. just friends. i’ll… i’ll take whatever we have just know that i’m here. for you. always. if you ever need me. if you… if you need someone who will never leave you, it’s me.” heeseung’s hands move slightly, brushing away stray strands of hair from your face, lingering at your jaw, as if holding you in place while the words hang in the air between you. “just… don’t push me away. please.”

the apartment feels impossibly quiet. heeseung’s eyes never leave yours, filled with a mixture of fear and hope, love and desperation. he wants so badly for you to understand, to see everything he’s been holding inside — the longing, the nights spent worrying, the ache in his chest every time he imagined you with someone else.

“i’m sorry, i know this is too much,” he adds, voice breaking.

heeseung’s fingers lightly stroke your face, eyes glimmering with unshed tears as he waits, heart hammering, hope and fear intertwining. he has said it all now — the truth he’s held in for so long — and now all he can do is let the silence speak, let you feel the weight of it, let you know that whatever your answer, his heart will always belong to you.

heeseung’s eyes widen as he watches you blink at him, a mixture of shock and disbelief on your face. for a moment, he thinks he’s ruined everything — he’s spilled his heart and all he can do is wait for rejection, for the look that says he’s crossed a line he can’t come back from.

but then you do something he doesn’t expect: you laugh. it starts as a small, shaky sound, and then it breaks into a full, uncontrollable laugh that shakes your shoulders. and just as suddenly as it comes, it’s mixed with soft sobs, tears sliding down your cheeks, and heeseung’s chest tightens as he realizes — those aren’t tears of anger or disappointment. they’re happy tears.

“what—what are you—?” he stammers, panicked, pulling you slightly closer, hands trembling against your arms. “i… i didn’t… i didn’t mean—”

you grab his face with both hands, pressing your forehead to his, laughing and crying at the same time. “oh my god, heeseung,” you gasp between laughs, voice quivering with happiness, “you idiot… you’re such an idiot!”

he freezes, heart pounding, unsure if this is relief or disaster, but then you kiss him. soft at first, but urgent and full of the laughter and crying that’s spilled from you. your lips move against his, and it’s electric, warm, comforting, and thrilling all at once. heeseung stiffens for a second, then melts into you, finally letting go of all the fear he’s been holding onto.

“wait—i mean… you…?” heeseung murmurs against your lips, pulling back just slightly, eyes searching yours.

“i like you,” you whisper, the words breaking free in a rush. “god, i like you so much, heeseung, i’ve liked you for months.” you whimper, tears spilling from your eyes as you hold him close. “i thought you didn’t feel the same, so i tried to make you jealous with jay.” you confess as your voice trembles, your sobs getting louder. “he said he’d help me by taking me on fake dates and by acting as if he like me but… ugh, fuck! i was an idiot! i’m so fucking stupid, i can’t believe how stupid i’ve b—”

heeseung silences you with a quick, soft kiss, pressing his forehead to yours when he pulls back just slightly, eyes full of awe and something tender that makes your chest ache. “you’re ridiculous.” he whispers, a teasing smirk on his face.

you shake your head, eyes still filled with tears as you caress his face, a timid giggle escaping from your lips. “says the ridiculous boy i’m in love with.”

he bites his lower lip as he smiles even wider. “you don’t even know how much i’ve wanted to hear that,” he whispers, voice low and trembling, a hint of laughter mixed with disbelief.

you grin, brushing a hand along his jaw. “do you know how hard it was for me, seeing you act so distant when i just wanted to kiss you?”

heeseung groans, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. “do you know how hard it was for me, seeing you go out with jay? and trying to smile and act normal?” his voice catches slightly.

“oh, please,” you murmur, laughing against his chest, “and do you know how hard it was for me, pretending to care about him when all i wanted was to come home and see you?”

heeseung lifts his head, looking down at you with those dark, warm eyes that make your stomach flip. “do you know how hard it was,” he whispers, teasing now, “not to throw myself at you the second you walked in that little dress? i swear to god i would’ve just…” he swallows, voice low, “it made my heart fucking stop.”

you giggle, reaching up to tug lightly at his hair. “oh really? you mean the dress i wore for jay?” you tease him, nipping at your lower lip seductively.

“yes, for jay, you little minx,” he mutters through gritted teeth, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “do you know how hard it was,” he continues, voice dropping to a whisper that sends shivers down your spine, “not to fucking kill him when he asked you to stay over? when i watched you laugh and flirt with him?”

you press your face against his chest, letting out a shaky laugh, and whisper, “do you know how hard it was for me not to beg you to ask me to stay every single time i went out with jay? hoping you’d just stop me, even a little?” your voice trembles with a mix of embarrassment and longing, but heeseung’s chest rumbles with a laugh at the confession.

he lifts his head just enough to look down at you, dark eyes wide. “you… you were thinking that?” he murmurs, voice thick with disbelief and something softer, more intimate. “all those times… you wanted me to stop you?”

you nod, biting your lip and hiding your flushed cheeks against his shoulder. “i didn’t know if you felt the same and i was so scared… but i wanted you, every time.”

heeseung swallows hard, shaking his head, and his hands tighten around your waist. “you don’t know what it did to me,” he admits quietly, voice roughened by emotion. “seeing you with him, even just for a second… i felt like i was losing you, and it was killing me.”

you gasp softly, trembling in his arms as he presses his forehead to yours, letting the weight of your confessions settle between you. “i’m so sorry heeseung… i never wanted to make you feel that way,” you whisper, voice barely audible, as your eyes start filling with tears again. “i only wanted your attention… i only wanted you.”

heeseung’s lips brush against your temple, then the corner of your jaw, finally settling for a long kiss that makes your knees weaken. “shh, don’t worry about it, it’s okay,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands framing your face, “everything’s okay.”

you smile into the kiss, tugging him down so you’re fully entangled on the bed. your hands roam over his back and shoulders as he wraps himself around you, holding you as if he could never let go. between breaths, you whisper again, shy but certain, “i’m yours, i’ve always been yours.”

heeseung tightens his embrace, nuzzling his face into your hair. “i love you,” he murmurs back, voice filled with awe and relief.

and the two of you lie there, laughing softly between kisses, whispering little teasing confessions, your hearts finally in sync, the months of longing and unspoken words melting as you hold each other close.

The night was innocent, the same routine that you and Soobin always went through. You alternated houses, this week just so happened to be Soobin's week to host your Friday night anime night.

The 2 of you were cuddled up on his bed, your friendship was one full of affection so cuddles weren't abnormal between the 2 of you. A bowl of snacks discarded by the foot of the bed, an intense fight scene flashing across the screen. 

"Can we watch something else? This is too violent," You whisper, the sight of nanami having his arm blown off was making you feel a bit queasy. 

"Mhm how about a romance?" His words are innocent, not a bad thought behind them. You hum in response, always a bit of a lover of a sappy K-drama.

The drama drones on in the background, your head resting on Soobin's chest as he plays with your hair. "You know when you lay on me and wear my clothes you look extra pretty," Soobin mumbles, he always got a bit flirty when he was tired, his non existent filter dropping even more.

You blush, your finger pausing in its path of tracing a heart onto Soobin's abdomen. "Really? Well, I think you look extra good when you wear your glasses," You hum, tilting your head up so you could watch his cheeks turn pink.

Soobin looks away, the tips of his ears red as he shoos you away, he never liked when you flirted back, it was always so much more fun when he was teasing you. "S-shut up y/n," he gently shoves you, which causes you to let out a soft laugh.

The two of you fall into a slow conversation, teasing comments and hands roaming each other bodies in a way which was far too intimate for just friends.

Soobin opens his mouth to talk but a loud moan from the TV cuts him off, both of you snapping your necks in the direction. The drama had very much turned into a full on porno, both characters naked and basically eating each others faces.

Soobin reaches over for a pillow, pressing it into his crotch whilst you just sit and stare, watching how roughly the man was squeezing her boobs. You cup your own breasts, mimicking the actions yet it feels slightly painful.  "How does that even feel good," you look at Soobin with furrowed eyebrows.

His large hands move from his lap, coming up to cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through your shirt. You gasp, eyes widening at the feeling before Soobin squeezes roughly, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make your pussy throb.

"I think, it's like that," His own eyebrows furrow in concentration, looking at the tv screen to try recreate what they were doing on you. He shuffles, pressing the pillow further into his lap to try hide his boner, pulling you into his side. 

"That looks good," You point at the way the two actors are kissing, one of the girls hands sliding into the mans pants. The ache in between your legs only starts to grow more and more.

"Should we try?" 

Soobin's words hang in the air, tension so thick a knife could cut through it. You blink at him a few times before nodding, sitting up and turning to face him.

"Yeah," You nod, leaning slightly as Soobin met you in the middle, lips meeting in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. Teeth class and nose bumps but it's a damn good first kiss.

You tangle your hand's in Soobin's hair, one of your eyes fluttering open to see what was happening on the TV screen so you could copy it. Soobin's tongue is tracing along the seam of your lips and every thing the drama was playing seemed irrelevant. 

"It hurts," Soobin whimpers as he pulls away from the kiss, looking at his hard cock. The pillow had been discarded to the side the second you started kissing.  

"I'm so wet," you reach down into your panties, running a finger along your folds to capture your arousal. Soobin can't help but lean forward and suck your finger clean when you pull it out.

You lean back against the pillows, "Should, we you know, touch ourselves? It's not weird, we're best friends right?" You're already tugging down your shorts and panties, exposing your wet heat to the cool room.

Soobin nods, pulling his own sweatpants and underwear down to show his hard cock, a bead of precum running down from the pink tip. He hisses, hand already starting to move up and down the thick length.

"Your pussy's so pretty," He groans, eyes not leaving the sight of your pussy, the way your arousal was starting to drip onto the sheets, how you used your fingers to spread your lips to show him your pink insides. 

"Your cock's pretty too, so big," You whine, hips bucking up into your own touch, head falling back onto Soobin's chest. You reach for his cock, gathering some of his precum on your thumb and sucking it clean. 

"You look so hot, squeeze your tits," Soobin hand ends up between your thighs, 2 fingers running down your slit to collecting your arousal before rubbing it all over his cock and using it as lube.

He watches the way your small hand squeezed your breast, the soft fat spewing out between your fingers. The way your lips parted into a soft o, fingers speeding up on your clit. He matched the time of his wrist with yours, hips bucking up into his fist.

"I think I'm gonna cum," You whimper, eyes squeezing shut, "It feels so good, I wish you were touching me," words are just leaving your mouth, unable to think before you speak.

"Cum, please, cum with me, I'm so close," Soobin pants, leaning down to connect your mouths in a messy kiss, hips tilting to the side as he groans into the kiss, cum spewing all over your stomach.

You moan loudly into the kiss, teeth accidentally biting his bottom lip as you reach your peak, legs squeezing shut and your chest heaving.

"We should watch romance more,"

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He clicks his tongue, shifts like he’s inconvenienced, but he doesn’t actually push your hands away.

You dab the toner on your cotton pad and lean in. His eyes follow you, with that quiet trust he thinks he hides so well. You hold his chin gently, and he goes rigid for a second, like he’s embarrassed at how easy it is to make him soft.

“You act like I’m torturing you,” you tease.

“You kind of are,” he mutters, though the tips of his ears are already giving him away. “Just hurry.”

You smooth the toner across his cheeks, and he exhales through his nose— that tiny sigh he does only when he’s actually relaxed. He won’t admit it, but he likes when you take care of him. It’s one of the only moments he doesn’t have to talk, posture, or pretend.

The serum comes next, and you swear his eyelids get heavier with every step.

“You know,” you smile, patting his cheeks lightly, “for someone who’s ‘too cool,’ you’re being really cooperative.”

He scoffs, voice lower now. “I’m letting you do it. That’s my part.”

“Right, right. Very manly of you.”

You reach past him toward the little container of moisturizer on your nightstand, but his ridiculous long limbs are in the way, and the angle is weird, so you shift up onto your knees to climb over him.

“Hold still,” you say, half focused on not falling and half trying not to laugh.

He gives you a confused look right as you settle over his hips, knees bracketing his sides.

You feel his hands instinctively grab your ass as you lean forward, fingers pressing lightly through the fabric of your shorts.

“Look up,” you whisper.

He obeys, jaw tensing as your fingers glide over his skin, slow, and gentle. His lashes flutter as you smooth the cream along his cheekbones.

He's so relaxed now his head is fully resting against the headboard, bunny ears flopping with every breath.

you finish with lip balm, swipe it across his lips just to hear him grunt in protest—but his fingers still grip your hips like he’s forgotten to let go.

“Done,” you announce, patting his chest. He blinks up at you, slow and drowsy, the usual sharpness in his gaze melts into something warm and unguarded.

You lean back just enough to admire your work— his skin glowing under the dim lights, lips shiny from the balm, those stupid pink bunny ears still perched perfectly on his head.

“Better?” you ask, voice teasing, but your hands are slowly sliding down his chest, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt.

He hums, low and lazy, thumbs stroking slow circles on your hips. “Feels good,” he admits, the words dragged out. “You’re annoyingly good at this.”

You grin, leaning down until your lips brush his ear. “Annoyingly? Baby, you’re literally melting under me right now.”

“Shut up,” he mutters, but there’s no bite, just heat creeping up his neck.

You lean forward and kiss him slow, tasting the faint strawberry of the lip balm you just put on him. He kisses back deeper than you expect, tongue sliding against yours.

His hands tighten on your ass, pulling you flush against him, and yeah, he’s already hard under those sweatpants, pressing up against you in a way that makes your stomach flip.

You pull back, breathless, and he chases your mouth for a second before realizing. His eyes snap open, fucked out and needy.

“Cute,” you whisper, tapping one of the bunny ears so it flops. “My pretty bunny wants more?”

He groans, head thunking back against the headboard. “You’re evil.”

“Am I?” You rock your hips once, feeling him twitch under you. “Or are you just dying for me to take care of you some more?”

He doesn’t answer with words, just grabs your waist and flips you in one smooth move,, your back sinking into the plush pink duvet that crinkles softly under your weight, the fabric warm from where he'd been lounging just minutes ago.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down with a slow drag that makes the fabric whisper against your skin. The cool air hits you first, and you shiver, goosebumps prickling up your arms.

He tosses the shorts aside, thudding softly against the carpet somewhere in the dim corner of your room, and his gaze drops, taking you in like he's memorizing every inch.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes, almost to himself, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

The bunny ears shift with the movement, one flopping forward like it's nodding in agreement, and you bite your lip to stifle a laugh, but it turns into a gasp when he spreads your thighs wider, his broad shoulders slotting between them, making it impossible to close your legs.

His hair tickles your inner thighs first, soft strands brushing like feathers as he settles in, the headband holding most of it back but a few rebellious pieces escaping to graze your skin.

You can smell him, that faint mix of your toner still lingering on his face, mingled with his own scent. His breath fans over you, warm and teasing, making you clench so embarrassingly hard, causing his lips to curl into a smirk that's equal parts cocky and adoring.

"Patience," he whispers, voice vibrating against your core, but there's no patience in him either. His hands grip your thighs tighter, fingers pressing dimples into your flesh, holding you open as he leans in closer.

The first touch is his nose, gently nudging against you, inhaling deep like he's savoring your scent, and god, does it feel so damn good.

Then his tongue, flat, hot, and so fucking slow— drags up from your entrance to your clit in one long stroke. The texture of him is rough enough to make you arch off the bed, your fingers twisting the fluffy fabric until it bunches under your nails.

You gasp loud, the sound echoing in the quiet room, broken only by the faint hum of your fan in the corner and the wet, obscene noise of his mouth on you. He hums in response, the vibration buzzing straight through your clit, making your toes curl against the mattress.

"Taste so good," he mumbles against you, words muffled but clear enough to send a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly. His tongue circles your clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with light, flicking motions that have you whining, hips bucking up instinctively. But he pins you down, one hand splaying wide over your lower stomach, his palm warm and firm, thumb pressing just above your mound.

The bunny ears are bouncing now, soft pink fluff dipping into your line of sight with every bob of his head, brushing against your thighs in feather-light touches that contrast the filthy way he's devouring you.

You thread your fingers through his hair, careful around the headband, feeling the silky strands slip between your knuckles, the slight dampness from sweat at his roots.

He groans at the tug, the sound rumbling from his chest and straight into you, as he dives deeper, tongue plunging inside you. In and out, curling just enough to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids, his nose grinding against your clit with every thrust.

Your breaths come in ragged pants, chest rising and falling like you've run a marathon, the room spinning a little from the overload.

You can feel every tiny detail— the way his saliva drips down your folds, trickling towards your ass, making you clench harder; the slick sounds filling the air, wet and messy; the way his free hand slides up to cup your ass, squeezing gently, lifting you just a fraction closer to his mouth like he can't get enough.

"Right there," you whimper, voice cracking, and he listens, focusing his tongue on your clit with relentless suction, lips sealing around it as he sucks lightly, then harder, alternating with flicks that make your legs tremble uncontrollably.

Without warning, he slides two fingers inside you, thick and curling perfectly, knuckles brushing your walls as he pumps them slow at first, then faster, matching the pace of his tongue.

The stretch is delicious,  his fingers scissoring just enough to make you feel full, hitting that spongy spot over and over until you're whining and gasping in pleasure.

Your back arches, spine bowing off the bed, the duvet sticking to your sweat-damp skin. The pressure builds, coiling tight in your core, your thighs quivering around his ears, the bunny fluff tickling your knees now as he buries himself deeper.

He looks up at you through his lashes, eyes hazy, lips glistening with you, cheeks flushed, and the sight tips you over. 

"Make a mess on my face," he rasps, voice wrecked, and that's it. 

The orgasm crashes through you like a wave, your walls clenching around his fingers, hips grinding against his face as you ride it out. You cry out, the sound raw in your throat, fingers yanking his hair hard enough that the headband shifts, one ear flopping fully over his eye.

He doesn't stop, just softens his touches, tongue lapping gently through your aftershocks, fingers stilling inside you as you tremble and gasp, every muscle turning to jelly.

Finally, he pulls back, lips swollen, a string of slick connecting him to you for a split second before it breaks. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand slow, those dark eyes never leaving yours.

He crawls up your body, hovering over you with that satisfied, lazy grin.

"You okay up there?" he teases, voice husky, breath still coming in pants that match yours. His weight presses you into the mattress, solid and warm, and you can feel him hard against your thigh, but he doesn't rush, just kisses your forehead, the headband brushing your cheek.

Marriages of convenience are rarely easy, especially for spirits as free as Heeseung, and he's made it clear to you how much he'd rather have married anyone else instead. They also come with burdensome expectations of heirs way too soon for his liking. Yet, something about your devotion to him in your most intimate moments despite your general indifference and coldness towards each other, brought the cold and hard as steel man down to his knees, a puddle of mush at your feet ready to fulfill any request.

"Hee," you mutter softly against your pillow as he parts your legs to make space for himself, and Heeseung's heart soars. A month ago it would've been 'Heeseung' or 'husband' with that venomous tone you seemed to only reserve for him, like his spot in your life was only a joke. It's different now, you're tender with him.

"Shh, pretty. Just lay here for me like this." It's still early, and Heeseung can barely see, but he wants the first thing he looks at in the morning to be your pretty hole, raw and sore from all the previous fucking, still gush his seed out. He parts your folds slowly, careful not to hurt you, and watches as his milky cum greets him, pouring out of you. It's a sight for sore eyes, and one he knows he will never get enough of. Even when he'll manage to put a child in you, he knows this is something he won't be able to let go of.

You shift, now more aware of your surroundings, but Hee is quick to keep you still. Your hand underneath your stomach faintly tingles because of its weird position, but it all fades in the background when Heeseung grabs your ass and spreads it, moving lap at where his cum is gushing out of you.

You're still sensitive from the night you spent together, but his touch is feather light and you don't really know if you want him to stop or you want more. He moans at the mixture of your tastes, pushing his tongue deeper inside your cunt like he's trying to clean you, switching so soft kisses on your lips once he's satisfied.

He makes his way up to your face, littering your bottom and spine in kisses and playful nibbles, relishing in the little sounds you make in response. Your front is still pressed to the mattress, and not seeing him almost makes you believe this is not the Heeseung that was shooting you sharp glares throughout the entire wedding ceremony. His touch is warmer, so much more delicate than the way he held your end that first night. His kisses are slow and deliberate, not empty and forced anymore. It's like soul has find its way back into Heeseung's being, after months of being a cold slate. The change started out slowly, but now you're here, and you genuinely feel like you could really love this man. Maybe a part of you does already.

His voice is the same, but the tone makes him sound like a whole different person, the forever present irritation is gone, only a playful tilt to it left as he finally reaches your ear to whisper in it. "Slipped out while sleeping, all of our hard work gone… such a pity." Heeseung aligns his cock to your weeping cunt, rubbing his head a few times along your folds, then carefully pushes in. "We have to do it all over again."

He's gentle, showering you in soft praises, and his thrusts are even slower. You've never known anything other than fucking, but you think this is what lovemaking feels like.

"So good, baby. You'll be such a good mom, you've been so patient with me even when i didn't deserve it. You'll be wonderful," he whispers in your ear, raising goosebumps all over your skin at just how sweet he sounds. "You are wonderful. You're perfect."

ꕥ PARK JONGSEONG

husband!jay, semi-public, bulge kink, he's insatiable

What better way to spend your honeymoon trip if not by getting filled over and over again by your dear, newlywed husband?

You can't think of any, but maybe that's also because you can't really think about anything that's not the delicious drag of Jay's cock against your walls. So deep inside you, pushing more even when his balls are already flush to your skin. Like he can't get enough, like he could break any barrier and mold into you as one if he really put his mind to it. He needs more, you both do.

But one thing's for sure, he's giving you his all.

"So fucking good, my wife has the best pussy. So perfect for me," he pants hotly in your ear, his large warm hand cupping your breast and separating it from the frigid glass your front is pushed against. The view from your suite is breathtaking, emphasized by the huge transparent wall, right beside the queen sized bed. At the moment though, you're not really focused on it. Nor is Jay, too busy gawking at your beautiful figure caged between his chest and the glass. He could stare at you forever. "I'm gonna stuff you full, baby. Gonna fuck you so good all trip, there's no way you won't be pregnant by the end."

You believe it, because all he's done ever since you undid your luggage in the middle of the room once you arrived to your destination is pump you full of his cum, all day, all night. And then all over again. Only stopping to get you food. You aren't safe from him when showering, even worse when taking a bath, definitely not when you're lounging around the natural pool close to your suite. It's not his fault you look so good in the bathing suits you packed and the ones he picked out for you. Jay has always had good stamina, but ever since the wedding he's been downright feral.

His thrusts are slow, but intense, like he's trying to drag the pleasure out as long as he can, savoring the way his tip nudges just the right stop that has you mewling in his hold every single time. His breath is warm against your neck and so are his grunts of pleasure, your favorite sound in the whole world.

Jay twists your sensitive and sore nipples between his fingers, only smiling into your neck when you reward him with the cutest mewls he's ever heard in his life. "Fuck, baby. I'm the luckiest man alive. I can't believe you're mine forever."

"You too," you whine in response.

"Yes baby, I'm all yours, forever. I love you much."

"Love you too," you sob, throwing your head back into his shoulder, completely overtaken by the pleasure he's giving you, allowing him more access to lick and suck on your sensitive neck.

"I know, baby. I know. You're doing so good, just a little more. My sweet girl, you'll be such a good mom. Can't wait to make you one. We'll have so many, so many cute kids running around. Doesn't that sound like a dream? Fuck, I can't wait."

The hand still playing with your tits slides down to your stomach, pushing down on it until Jay can feel his own cock thrusting into you. "Right here, you're gonna carry our baby here." He keeps fucking into you slowly, deliberately, so different from the speed of the circles he draws on your clit with the fingers that were soothing your hip just moments before. He drags out his own pleasure, but needs to give you so much more. "Come on my cock baby, milk it dry. We have so much more work to do."

ꕥ SIM JAEYUN

fwb!jake but he has feelings, he's down bad and a little subby in this one, dub-con (for jake), slight blood play (just his lip)

This is a series of mistakes. It's all Jake seems to be doing as of lately.

First of all, he's not even supposed to be in your bed again, the fourth time this week. Not when he finally came to terms with the fact that he has developed a raging crush on you and cannot keep his feelings at bay any longer, even when you two agreed this whole arrangement will only be sex and nothing else.

But he can't help it when you're so fucking addicting. You not liking him back is gonna break his heart, but at least he gets to fuck you, at least he gets a little piece of you, even if it's not exactly the one he wants.

Secondly, he should've refused to fuck you raw for the first time the moment you asked, even if the thought alone had his eyes crossing and rolling all the way to the back of his skull. But he's a weak man, for you especially, and he simply couldn't resist the temptation, not when you looked up at him with your big glossy eyes and with such a cute pout on your lip.

So here he is now, fucking you raw like his life is on the line, trying his hardest not to spill inside you too soon because if he does he might just die from embarrassment.

All he does, all he's ever done, is with the purpose of impressing you. It's like you have him chained up to this invisible leash he didn't even notice you put on him, and now it's too late to take it off. Jake means it when he says he would do anything for you.

His thrusts are shallow and quick, he's fucking you mostly with his tip, and you don't think you've ever seen him so worked up. It makes you feel things you didn't even know you needed. You like the feeling.

"You're so cute like this, Jakey," you giggle into the messy open mouthed kiss he's drowning you in, your fingers ghosting on the muscles of his back while his tremble on your waist. "Fuck me deeper, I want to feel all of you."

Jake's hips still for a second as he bites down on his bottom lip so hard he draws blood, but you don't mind at all. You even lick it clean, sighing dreamily at the iron taste overtaking your senses. Jake's eyes screw shut, and he's so close to cumming his eyes start to water. This is simultaneously the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him, and thinking that this might very well be the last time only makes his eyes wetter.

"I—fuck. I can't. I'll cum too soon."

"That's okay, we can go again," you say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and a little piece of Jake's heart breaks. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take.

You sense his hesitation and wrap your legs around his hips, pushing them closer to your pelvis so his length fully sheaths inside you. It's so warm and big and throbbing to release his cum in you and there's not a single thing you want more. "Fill me up, Jakey. Claim me," you whisper in his ear. "Why don't you show everyone I belong to you?"

Jake resumes his movements, tentatively at first but steadily building a pace that feels good, his thrusts are deeper now, needier, and even if he were to try to pull out, you'd keep him right there. "I want to. I want you fully, fuck— please be mine," he sobs into the valley of your breasts, voice muffled as he licks and nips at your skin.

"Go on. Make me yours then. Show me how bad you want me."

And he does because fuck, he's weak. He's so fucking weak for you and he wouldn't have it any other way.

ꕥ PARK SUNGHOON

coworker!hoon, secret relationship, semi-public, degradation, jealousy, mentions of marriage

Something about the way Sunghoon's thick eyebrows were furrowed from the second he walked into the job that morning, or how his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth whenever any of your colleagues as much as opened their mouths to say something, should've been your cue to behave for the day.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, he happens to look so damn hot when he's pissed.

And he's so filthy when he's jealous, pushing his buttons becomes your favorite challenge in times like these.

"Eyeing Jake all day like you want to bring him to the back and fuck him, are you not ashamed?" he spits, voice an octave lower than usual and barely slipping through his gritted teeth. "Bending over in front of him, touching him when you know I can see you. Do I have to mark you up for you to fucking behave for once?"

The roughness in his voice makes your eyes wet but your panties wetter, he doesn't bother to undress you, you don't have time for it anyway. You're just a few steps away from the lounge bar where some of your coworkers are surely taking a break right now. Anyone could walk in at any time, and maybe Sunghoon wishes for that to happen.

Instead Sunghoon just flips your skirt up and pushes your panties to the side, immediately rubbing his angry red tip on your folds to coat them in your own juices. He feels so incredibly hard against you, and that's how you know he must've been hiding a boner this entire time. As much as he loves to pretend he doesn't, it's little cues like this that let you know just how much he enjoys putting you back in your place. "Of course you're soaked." He barks a laugh devoid of humor but full of disdain.

"If it's my attention you want," he whispers more softly, and the switch in his attitude sends shivers down your spine, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Sunghoon, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you so much of it you won't ever think about disrespecting me again."

He pushes his girth into you fully in one thrust, his rough fingers finding your clit within seconds, not even giving you enough time to savor the pleasurable sting that comes from his cock stretching you out so nicely. He grabs your jaw in his other hand, his smirk not turned into a snarl. "You'll cum, and you'll cum hard enough to milk all of me. You'll keep cumming around my cock no matter how much it hurts, until I fill you up. Is that clear?"

You would nod if you could, but his grip is too strong, so you do what you can: just stand there as he subjects you to anything his heart desires. He doesn't move his hips, doesn't give you that satisfaction, only rubs his fingers on your tiny bundle of nerves so hard it almost hurts, but you'd never ask him to stop it.

"You'll take all of my cum, until your belly is swollen by how much of it I fuck into you. I'll put a baby in you so no one else will ever mistake you for anything other than mine."

You clench around him, time and time again, just like he wants you to. Sunghoon has you under a spell, and the more he talks, the more he flicks your clit, the less you think about what's rational and what's not. You only know what he tells you, and to you that's the only truth you need to hear.

"I'll put a ring on your finger, make you my pretty little wife. Maybe even make you stop coming in, I'll take care of everything. Yeah, keep milking me like that, baby. Let me make you a mommy."

ꕥ KIM SUNOO

ewb, hate sex, degradation, marking, one singular 'slut', condom comes off!

"You're—mhh, such a bad fuck," you say over your shoulder, wanting to see Sunoo's reaction despite the uncomfortable position. You're lying through your teeth, of course. You know how much saying things like this riles Sunoo up, and the only times you feel anything akin to like towards him is when he's rough with you. It's why despite the mutual hatred that makes up the entirety of your relationship, you two keep finding yourselves skin to skin, tangled in bed sheets. You always thought you needed someone to fuck you like they hate you, turns out, what you really craved was someone to fuck you because they hate you. And the right man for the job is right behind you, thrusting into you like he wants to hurt you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips like it's their right to do so.

"Then why are you here, wetting my cock like no one's fucked you in years?" His moves are relentless, and you have to try your best to not collapse on the bed because of the sheer force behind every stroke. Your legs are shaking, but you hang on a thread just to not give him that satisfaction. Instead, you push him further.

"That guy from—mph, yesterday. He'd—" you gasp as he gives you a harsher thrust, so deep you're sure you can feel it in your guts. The angle he starts fucking you in knocks the air out of your lungs in the best way possible, and even if you're trembling under Sunoo's weight and clawing at the cotton fabric next to you, you refuse to back down. "He'd do a better job."

You don't need to see his face, you hear the smirk in his voice, and it's the kind that sends a shiver down your spine each time. "But you're here." Another sharp thrust. "You don't even remember his name."

"At least he las– lasted while fucking me raw." You feel him halt all movement, and you know this is enough to get what you want from him, but you just can't help it. "You could never."

"You're such a little fox, aren't you?" He speaks calmly, but you can feel the storm brewing under the facade. He drags his fingertips across your spine, barely touching you at all. It's embarrassing how that's enough to have you bend under his touch. He reaches the plush of your ass, grabbing a fistful of it so forcefully you can feel his nails break the skin. He doesn't stop when you complain, doesn't care for your pained moans. "You think you're so smart, but you're just a little slut. You want me to fuck you raw?"

You try to shake your head to deny it, but he knows better.

"Yes you do. Say it." His grip on your ass only gets stronger, and tears line your bottom lashes.

"I do," you whine, finally. "Please."

"Good." Sunoo releases the death grip on your skin, soothing over the red spot with his thumb lightly, like it's not him performing the action. The Sunoo you know has no time for care. "Then take the condom off of me."

Your head snaps back at his words, but he makes no sign of moving. So you do what he says, this once. You reach for this length, then carefully slide the rubber off of it. And right when he thinks you're finally behaving, you squeeze his cock so hard his hips stutter forward and you actually manage to steal a surprised yelp out of him.

Sunoo's reaction is immediate. He grabs both of your hands, uncaring for the way your elbows are uncomfortably bent, and brings your wrists together behind your back. He slides into you again in one swift motion, not giving you even a second to savor the feeling of his bare cock pushing into your heat for the first time. All of your nerves feel on fire, and as he sets a breakneck pace while keeping you down and unable to move.

"Do I have to fuck a baby into you for you to finally behave?" He gasps when you squeeze him in response to his words. "You'd like that yeah? You'd love for the man you hate to get you pregnant? Is that gonna make you shut the fuck up for once? Oh, I bet it will."

ꕥ YANG JUNGWON

fiancé!won, they're obsessed your honor, love on the floor

"You can't wait to get me pregnant, but what will you do when you won't be able to suck on my tits for months, mhh?" You giggle on Jungwon's lap, right in the middle of the empty room.

The new house still smells like new houses usually do, dry and woody, like the windows are never open. There's no furniture yet, but it doesn't stop your heart from pounding in your chest as you look around. Your home.

Jungwon's eyes never leave you though, and when you look back at him and find him smiling at you like you hold the world in your palm, you know you would be happy with every house, no matter the size or appearance, as long as he's the one you share it with.

"What makes you think that's gonna stop me?" Your fiance replies, shaking his head to move the bangs out of his eyes. "I'll even get something more out if it."

"Won!" you exclaim, hiding your face in your hands. Your heart melts a bit when you hear that familiar boyish giggle leave him, light as air, and for once in your life you feel like you've found the right spot in the world.

The warmth you feel spreads further as Jungwon starts caressing your bare thighs, until he's gripping your ass, using it as leverage to push you on his crotch.

You gasp at the feeling, and your hands find their rightful place on his broad shoulders so you can keep yourself steady as he starts to roll your hips against his.

"Won… we shouldn't—"

He shuts you up with a soft peck, resting his forehead against yours. "Why not? It's our place. We worked so hard for it, we should celebrate."

You bite your bottom lip as you think about it, but Won doesn't waste a minute and flips both of you over so you're caged between the floor and his chest. He nibbles on your ear, knowing better than anyone else how weak it makes you when he does that. "I'll make you feel so good, doll." It's like he's put a spell on you because you nod before he even manages to finish his sentence. "Just lay back and let me do all the work."

Your clothes are soon discarded everywhere around you, and your legs are wrapped around his hips as he fucks into you like he never has before. You're both a sweaty mess, panting in each other's mouths, exchanging spit any chance you get.

"Your pussy was made for me, doll. You're sucking me in so well." Jungwon moans against your lips, and you watch enamored as his eyes shut close and his eyebrows furrow, a droplet of sweat running down from his hairline. "Can't wait to take you on every surface of this house. Fuck— just leave it to me, baby. I have so many surprises for you."

"I'm so close, please," you whine, sliding a hand down his back to push his hips into you further. It makes Jungwon's pace faster, more desperate to give you exactly what you need.

"Let go, baby. Come all over my dick— yeah, just like that. You're taking me so fucking well. Such a perfect doll for me." His praise goes straight to your cunt, and you squeeze him impossibly hard as wakes of pleasure rack through your body.

"My perfect angel, you're gonna look so good swollen with our baby. Am gonna give you all of my cum, just a little more. We'll have so many kids running around the house we built. Our home forever," Jungwon babbles in your ear, and you're so fucked out you can even barely make out what he's telling you. You just know you need him to fuck you full, over and over.