Starr !

You’re not stupid. Which makes it all the more annoying to be sitting here, in the tutoring center, waiting for some random, overly caffeinated teacher’s assistant to mansplain the basics of biology to you like you’re twelve.

You’re quite smart, actually. Top of your class in high school, and excelling in your first year in the Apparel Design program. You just don’t give a shit about biology. Or anthropology. Or even music theory.

The ceiling is littered with fluorescent light, and it’s way too warm in here. Damn the university buildings for always cranking the heat when it’s cold out. You shed your fluffy cardigan and lean your head against your hand, looking at your class assignment. And still, nothing makes sense.

That’s when he stumbles in. He’s wearing his grey hoodie with the hood up, glasses sitting low on his nose, and he’s tripping over his own feet as he makes his way through the door.

He glances around the room, looking for someone pathetic enough to be failing a freshman-level course. The only other students in the room are with their tutors. He approaches your table with a confused look on his face.

“Here for biology tutoring?” he asks you. You nod your head, leaning back in your chair and looking up at him. He looks familiar.

Wait…doesn’t he live in your building?

“Aren’t you a freshman?” you ask him as he takes a seat. He nods, “I tutor for extra credit.” Great. Not only is he a know-it-all, but he’s your age. You wiggle in your seat, feeling like less than Magna Cum Laude material than you did before. 

“I’m Jisung. Nice to meet you. Why don’t we start with where you’re having trouble?” He smiles at you warmly, and you introduce yourself with a half-hearted and maybe slightly annoyed smile. His leg bounces under the table. Overly caffeinated? Check. 

But he wasn’t a mansplainer. The first thing you notice is that he’s kind. Sure, he’s a little awkward, but he doesn’t make you feel stupid. He takes the time to explain things to you, even if he has to do it a couple of times. He even answers your really dumb, painfully obvious questions without any hint of condescension.

Halfway through the session, you catch yourself staring at him. You notice his honey-colored skin and tousled hair. His hair peeks out of his hood, slightly wavy, and his glasses make the most beautiful frame for his big, brown-

“Y/N?” Jisung asks softly, eyes now meeting yours. Shit. You stare back, mouth agape, trying to think of an excuse as to why you were just staring. “Sorry! It’s just….don’t you live in Northstar Hall?” you question.

“Oh! Uh…yeah, I do. Fourth floor,” he offers back, sitting up straight.

“Third,” you reply. “I thought I’d seen you around before.” You laugh it off with a shake of your head, hoping he didn’t catch you moments before.

But he did. And he knew already, by the way. He knew exactly who you were the moment he walked through the door.

Most of his friends are SKZ boys. Sigma Kappa Zeta was a top-tier fraternity at your school. As a Kappa Mu girl, you often attended their parties. He isn’t in the frat, but he was always invited, mostly because his best friend was the fraternity president. He’d play a few games with friends, drink a lot of beer, and then crash on Chan’s couch.

“I’m also in your Anthropology class,” he states with a smile. “I sit in the back, though, you wouldn’t have noticed me. And we have Music Theory together. I sit with Chan, if you know who he is.”

That’s right. Chan’s in your music theory class. No wonder you never noticed him. Most of the girls you sit with always whisper about Chan during class. He was hot, but also a bit of a fuckboy. You preferred men who were much less cocky than he was, even if he’s a good friend.

“Right, of course. Jisung, Chan’s friend.” You nod. Why had you never noticed him before? He was cute. Maybe not the smoothest, but he was nice and clearly smart. He taps his pen against his fingers in a rhythmic pattern and hums to himself. Adorable.

You stare at your textbook, not able to focus on anything other than how close he’s sitting to you. It’s so hot in here. Did he smell like that when he walked in? If you moved your knee, right now, would he move his away from yours?

As your thoughts crossed into unholy territory, he shut his book to end the session. “Okay! I think you’re in a good spot now. How do you feel about exams next week?” he asks, clearly nervous but feeling proud to have helped.

“Well, I feel much better about gene theory now. I still think I need help with cells, maybe reproduction…” You trail off. You lie a little bit. “And, god, Anthropology is just…so confusing. I don’t even remember what our last Music Theory assignment was.”

He laughs, pushing air through his nose. “Do you…want me to tutor you with those too?” he asks, fiddling with his pen. 

“Yes!” you say, much too quickly. “I mean…I’m just so bad at…humans.” Smooth. He laughs at that. You secretly hope he found it cute.

“Okay, we don’t have much time ‘til exams, but send me your schedule, and we’ll see how much we can finish,” he smiles, handing you his phone to put your number in. You exchange numbers, say your goodbyes, and head out of the tutor center.

As soon as you turn around, Jisung lets out a huge breath. He stares dumbly at your contact in his phone. You entered your name with a little pink heart next to it. He’s still trying to process the last hour as he walks back to his dorm.

He gets to his dorm room, opens the door, and drops his bag on the floor, still in disbelief. Seungmin is sitting at his desk doing homework and looks up, “You good?” he calls.

Jisung says nothing. He just walks up to him and loudly drops his phone on Seungmin’s desk, your contact still open.

“Oh, good, you’re finally getting laid,” Seungmin glances and chuckles, patting him on the back. 

Jisung smacks his arm. “It’s that Kappa girl, remember? She’s in like three of my classes. I’m tutoring her.”

Seungmin raises his eyebrow. “Oh, good, you can finally tell her about all the wet dreams you have.” Jisung groans, flopping on his bed. “Wrap it before you tap it,” he adds. Ever the wise, he is.

“I don’t think I can even get to the wrapping part. I don’t even think she’d let me kiss her as payment for tutoring her.” He sighs. He’d always noticed you. You’re beautiful, who wouldn’t have? But he knew he never had a chance. He’s just Jisung.

Sure, he has the reputation of being the smart one in his classes, and he’s cool by association because he’s friends with the SKZ boys. But he isn’t buff like Changbin. He isn’t tall like Hyunjin. And he isn’t charming the way Minho is.

His phone pings. “Well, maybe you can, I don’t know, talk to her,” Seungmin says annoyingly, tossing him his phone. “It’s been like three months, dude.” Jisung winces at the impact, then looks at the screen.

A text message.

hey! thanks for the tutor session ^.^ you’ll be at SKZ tonight, right?

He blinks. Twice. Three times, before it registers that it’s you texting him. He stares at his phone, mind blanking for a few seconds before he starts typing.

hey! yeah i’ll be there~

He locks his phone and takes a deep breath. He’s got about 6 hours to mentally prepare for whatever awkward mess he’ll become the second he sees you. He gets a reply.

see you there :)

You’re straightening your hair in your dorm room while your roommate is giving you a brief rundown of her day. The whole day you’ve been racking your brain about Jisung, of all people. There’s nothing wrong with him; he just isn’t your type. Usually.

You just leaned towards guys that were…taller, maybe. More muscular. Less awkward, and definitely not very nice to you. Change can be good, right?

“Ryujin, do you know Jisung?” You ask your roommate, casually.

“Uhh…Jisung…hmm,” she looks at you from where she’s doing her makeup at her desk. “Oh yeah, he’s friends with Chan, right?” You nod. “What about him?”

“He’s tutoring me,” you state with surprise in your voice. “He’s kinda cute, right?”

“Sure, I guess, if you like guys that look like chipmunks,” she chuckles. You chuck a lipstick at her. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. He’s not ugly, sure.” 

You groan at her, rolling your eyes. “He was really nice to me!” 

“Love, you can’t just fuck every guy who’s nice to you. Make sure you actually like him,” she says firmly. 

She’s right. The first semester of college chewed you up and spit you out when it came to dating. Guys would be nice, get what they wanted, and leave you hanging. Everyone with newfound freedom wanted to keep it casual. Sex was nice, sure, but you wanted to be wanted. Treasured. Yearned after. 

But you also wouldn’t hate having sex with him. Maybe it’d be fun? Or, the most awkward night of your life. You were willing to find out.

You walk down to the basement of SKZ, music blaring, and the room already near full capacity. Your ripped jeans cling to your skin in the musty room, and it reeks of beer in there.

Your sorority sisters spot you and wave you over. Chaeryoung hands you a cold beer and pulls you in to dance with her. Everyone’s bumping into each other, getting drunk, but having a good time. You feel a tap on your shoulder, and turn to see a blonde man standing right behind you. 

“FELIXXXX!” you drunkenly scream in the man’s face while you tackle him into a hug. One of your best friends in the frat, Felix, is kind and beautiful and not trying to sleep with you. You met at freshman orientation and just clicked. A rarity amongst college students, it seems. It’s so nice to have a truly platonic male friend.

“Hi!” He hugs you back. “We’re smoking in Chan’s room, come!” You nod your head, looking around the room for one person in particular. You hadn’t seen him here yet and wondered where he might be hiding.

“Lix, is Jisung here?” you ask him as he’s leading you up the stairs.

“Yeah, he’s up here with us. He doesn’t really like being too close to the DJ; it gets loud as hell down there.” You try to hide your smile and only end up muttering, “Cool.”

“How do you know Jisung?” he asks you next as he lets people pass by you both in the stairwell.

“Oh! He’s tutoring me, I only met him today. He seems cool,” you tell him, holding him by the arm to steady yourself in your heeled booties. 

He squints at you. “Ah, okay,” nodding his head. He has a smug ass look plastered on his face. He looks at you like he knows something. You smile, roll your eyes, and push him the rest of the way up the steps.

Chan’s room is the biggest in the house, him being the chapter president and all. His bed is on the far right side of the room, and there are 3 couches arranged in a U shape on the left. There’s a decent sized coffee table in the middle, and there are tapestries hanging everywhere, for privacy, of course. The SKZ flag hangs proudly between two windows, and there’s various holes in the walls from many, many drunken nights.

Jisung looks up from his phone when the door opens. Felix leads you in, and a series of heys echo around the room. God, you’re even more beautiful than you were earlier that day. Sure, you’d done your hair and makeup, and put on a nice outfit, but you looked so beautiful when you were smiling.

You hug everyone in succession, Chan first and then around the room until you stop at him. He blinks up at you as you lean down to hug him, wondering if you just feel obligated to.

“Hey, good to see you,” you say in his ear as he snakes his arm around your back. He stops breathing for a second. “Hey, good to see you again,” he manages. You smell heavenly, and your eyes were sparkling from the glitter you had put on your eyelids.

You plop down next to him and take a beer that Hyunjin offered you. Felix plops down on the other side of you and starts talking to you about god knows what. He wasn’t listening, he was just admiring you. 

This couch was definitely made for only two people. He can’t focus on whatever Changbin is trying to talk to him about, his head only fills with the fact that your thigh was touching his. It was plush, warm, and it’d probably make a great pillow-

Tap tap tap. “Jisung, you got a light?” That’s your voice. And that’s definitely you tapping him. He turns to make eye contact with you, and suddenly his cheeks go red. “Oh, yeah, I do,” he says, grabbing a lighter from his hoodie.

But you don’t stick your hand out. You just press the joint to your mouth and stick it out for him to light for you. He obliges, because he’s a gentleman, obviously. He rests one arm on the couch behind you, and your shoulders touch as he lights the joint for you. He watches your cheeks hollow as you inhale, lean back into the couc,h and exhale up into the air. 

There’s nothing appropriate in his head right now. “Just what I needed,” you say, tilting your head towards him and batting your eyelashes. Jisung swears to himself. If you keep looking at him like that, he’ll drag you to the spare bedroom right now and have his way with you. “Thanks. Your turn.” You hold the joint up to his lips as he hits it, your eyes not breaking contact. It’s so hot in here. He can feel his jeans start to strain, but can’t bring his eyes to look away from you.

God, please let me have this, he thinks to himself as he exhales. 

The others go back to playing their silly little game, but you’re only focused on Jisung. Your lips are so pink, so plump, he can’t help but stare at them as you talk.

“Do you usually smoke with the students you tutor?” you tease. He chuckles, eyes half lidded. “No, they’d probably fire me.”

“You get paid?” you ask, taking another hit. “Nope! So I don’t care,” he giggles. You laugh, and you’re looking at him in a way he only ever dreamed of. He forgets that there’s anyone else in the room. He feels so high, so content, and much more relaxed than earlier.

Until you start to play with his hair. And then he’s painfully aware of the problem in his pants. Are you flirting with him? His heart is racing. But still, he just listens to you talk and watches the way you sink further into the couch. You yap about your fashion program, and he talks to you about the music he makes with his friends. His eyes are everywhere. On yours, your legs, your breasts, your mouth. 

It doesn’t register that everyone else has left the room until the floor stops vibrating and he no longer hears music echoing through the house.

You lean closer to him and whisper, “Walk me home.” Jisung’s never stood up so fast in his life.

It’s so hot inside because it’s freezing outside. But even then, you never wore a jacket to the frats. You’d either spill beer on it or just flat out lose it, so you always left it at home. Jisung notices and, without even asking, takes off his hoodie.

“You’re gonna be cold,” you whine as you look up at him. He just shakes his head at you. “You’re already cold. It’s like a five-minute walk, I’m good.” How considerate of him. The hoodie is warm when you pull it on. “Thank you,” you tell him as gently and soberly as possible.

You get to the dorm quickly, and your heart beats faster. Do I ask him to come up to my floor? Do I ask to go to his? You realize you only ever shacked up at frats. You pull his arm before you step inside. “My roommates at her girlfriend’s,” you tell him. “If you…wanna come up.”

Jisung nods his head, probably faster than he should. “That sounds nice,” he responds, opening the door for you. “But only if you have snacks.” You laugh at him and pull him into the elevator.

Sure enough, Ryujin is nowhere to be seen. It’s almost 2 am, and surely she would have passed out by now if she had planned on coming back.

You lie on your bed against the headboard and gesture for Jisung to sit next to you. You’re definitely still high, but god he looks so good in that t-shirt. His chest is straining against it. He looks fit. Is it hot in here? “You’re so hot,” you blurt out, suddenly very aware that it was not an inside thought.

He blinks at you. “Y/N, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.” His cheeks are flushed, and he’s staring at you like he wants to eat you. You think he might lean in, but he just hovers, lying on his side above you. It’s hot in here.

A few moments pass, and he’s still just staring at you. It’s nice, though. He’s not rushing; he’s just admiring you. His eyes scan your face, and you reach up to brush his curls out of his eyes. Your hand lingers against his cheek, and it’s warm.

You don’t speak, but he finally racks up the courage to lean in. Your hand snakes to the back of his neck and pulls him in the rest of the way. His lips meet yours, and you swear you can hear him let out a small whine. He tastes bitter from the smoke, but you couldn’t care less. 

The two of you quickly find a rhythm, the room filling with the sounds of your contentment. You’re kissing Jisung. Your heart is beating so fast, but you’re loving every second of it. One of his hands finds your jaw, deepening the kiss. Your free hand tugs his shirt, guiding him to lie above you.

“Is this…okay?” he pulls back for a moment, your foreheads touching. “More than okay,” you whisper back. His glasses are sliding off his face, and he looks so cute. A giggle escapes you as you gently remove his glasses and place them on your nightstand.

That was the last tender moment. Almost like a switch flipped on, his lips crash into yours, and his hands are everywhere. Your jaw, your waist, your hips are all tingling from his touch. A moment later, he’s slotting himself between your legs. You can feel how hard he is through your jeans.

He pulls away to slide his hands under your (his) hoodie and gently pulls it over your head. His hands cup your jaw as he looks with you with his deep, brown eyes. You feel like he’s staring into your soul. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispers. Your voice escapes you. All you can manage is a slow nod of your head.

In an instant, his mouth is on your neck, kissing and nipping at the tender skin. You let out a moan and buck into him. You take the hem of his shirt and pull up, and he kneels to shed it in one smooth motion. He’s toned as hell. How he’s not so cocky with a body like that is a mystery to you.

Your jeans go next. He unzips them and slides them off, quickly but not too roughly. You’re almost embarrassed by how wet you already are, but your desire trumps that. His hands grip your thighs, and he lets out a moan. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he sighs, placing kisses on your soft skin.

You can feel your heart beating even faster. Your hands find the button on his jeans. “Your turn,” you say, still out of breath. 

He stands up quickly and discards them on the floor, scrambling back on top of you in only a few seconds. He’s kissing you again, his tongue sliding against yours. One hand grips your waist, the other your neck. He works his way down, quickly but not rushed, until he’s kissing and sucking at the skin just above your breast. Your skin burns with every nip, you need him badly.

“Jisung…please,” you whine. He gasps as he pulls down the front of your shirt to expose the lace underneath. His hands find your breast, and he moans into your mouth. Your fingers tug at his hair, and he lets out a soft whine. 

“Fuck this shirt,” he says, lifting your top off. “And fuck this bra, too.” He unclips it from the back with one hand, and you get the feeling he’s done this more than you have. Did you think he was a virgin? Maybe, but you know he’s probably not now.

He’s squeezing you and sucking your nipples, and you really let it out. “Fuck, you sound so pretty,” he moans in between kisses. His hands find your hips, and he slides you down, fingers digging into your sides. He works his way down from your breasts, down your stomach, and stops right below your navel. Your stomach fills with need. You moan his name again, feeling impatient.

He doesn’t need to ask again. His lips place soft kisses on your underwear, the only layer before you’re completely exposed to him. He licks one stripe from your entrance to your clit, moaning into it. You shudder and buck your hips, chasing more. He hooks his fingers around the fabric and slides them off slowly. Torturingly slow.

“Stop teasing,” you groan. There’s a smirk on his face, and you hear him chuckle. He hesitates for a moment, wanting to savor it but equally as eager. “Okay,” he says. “You asked for it.” 

He doesn’t give you any time to ponder what he means. In two seconds, he’s spreading your thighs open and ravishing you. His tongue is inside you for a moment, and then it makes circles on your clit the next. “Fuck, Jisung,” you cry.

He’s a messy eater. His saliva is mixing with your slick, and you can feel it everywhere. On his chin, your thighs, pooling underneath you. “You taste so. fucking. sweet,” he emphasizes with every lick of your folds. The sounds you hear are absolutely obscene. You can already feel the heat in your stomach rising. This is the best head you’ve ever gotten. Jisung can tell.

You’re leaking everywhere, and he’s fucking it back into you with his tongue. His thumb is circling your clit, and your skin starts to tingle. Your moans are like music to his ears, and he’ll do anything as long as he can hear them over and over again. Your legs are shaking, and you’re trying desperately to hold on as long as you can. Every time you pull his hair, he lets out another moan, the vibration going straight to your nub.

You cry out when he slides two fingers inside of you, curling perfectly against your walls. “So fucking tight,” he mutters. His lips lock around your cli,t and he sucks, not gently but not hard. The heat in your belly gets hotter, climbing higher. He grips your thigh with his free hand to keep you open, and you’re screaming his name. 

“Keep going. Fuck, Jisung!” you scream as he sucks harder. You’re pushing him harder against you, and you’re not sure if he can breathe. He doesn’t care about oxygen, he just wants to taste every drop you’re willing to give him.

He can tell how you’re holding on by how hard you’re squeezing around him. “Baby, let go. I’ve got you,” he coaxes before entering a third finger, and fucking you harder.

He sucks your clit again, and your belly erupts. “Oh my, fuck!” you scream, your thighs locking around his head. You’re so overwhelmed, your body’s on fire, and you’re coming all over his face. He fucks you through it with his fingers, caressing your bud with his tongue as your orgasm washes over you.

Jisung slows, but he doesn’t stop. His tongue traces your folds as he sucks up your release. Your body jolts at the overstimulation, and your fingers grip his hair so hard he’s certain you might rip it out. 

“Ji…please…too much,” you whine at him, your body still trembling from the come down. He rests his head on your thigh to look up at you. “Tell me to stop,” he says.

Your eyes find him, but you don’t want him to stop. Not really. This is the best you’ve ever felt in your life, and you never want it to end. You take his cheek in your hand and shake your head. Truthfully, Jisung could spend forever between your legs, and it would never be enough.

He laces his fingers between yours and moves your hand out of the way. His head dips back down and continues to lap up every drop. You squeeze his hand and whine as his fingers spread your folds open. “Perfect fucking pussy,” he whispers into you. His tongue is in you again, and you feel a familiar heat creep back into your stomach.

He’s devouring you again, this time more gently. He flattens his tongue against you and licks from the bottom to the top. The overstimulation is too much, yet not enough at the same time. His lips close around your clit again as you writhe beneath him. Your free hand grips the top of your headboard as you grind against his face.

Two fingers enter you again, and you’re seeing stars. He knows exactly how to make you come, and he’ll do it as many times as he wants. Something about him knowing that is so fucking hot. Tears start to form in your eyes; you feel so fucking good. Your voice is getting hoarse from how much you’re moaning for him. 

“Fuck…Ji…I’m…gonna,” you whine, hearing the grit in your own voice.

“Please, baby, just one more,” he begs. “You’re doing so good for me. So fucking perfect.” His lips close around your bud again, and he sucks hard. Your body shakes beneath him, coming completely undone. His fingers fuck you through the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Your thighs lock again, and you’re gushing all over his face. He licks up every last drop, like he still can’t get enough.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says with a laugh, like he can’t believe it himself.

Your breathing slows, and you just stare down at him with your jaw dropped. “What the fuck….what….was that,” you manage between breaths. 

He licks you from the entrance to clit one last time before making his way back up to you. “What? You’ve never squirted before?” he says with a smug look on his face. You just shake your head, still in awe. 

“Oh, baby…” he coos at you, brushing sweaty strands of your hair away from your face. Your hands cup his face, and you bring him down for a messy kiss. You taste yourself on his lips as your tongue explores his mouth. He’s so ho,t and you can’t get enough of him.

You reach down between both of you to cup between his legs. He’s rock hard. You feel slightly guilty, he spent so much time on you, and you’re not confident you can repay the favor in the same way.

Almost like he can read your mind, he says, “You don’t have to-“ 

You cut him off. “I want to. I need to. Please,” you plead. “Let me make you feel good.” Jisung could come in his shorts right now at the sight of you begging him.

He rolls himself over on his back next to you and watches as you straddle him. You push his hair back to look at his face. His eyes are perfectly round, and he’s looking up at you like you just gave him the greatest gift on Earth. You lean in to kiss him as you grind your hips against him. His hands grab your ass, and he can’t help but buck his own hips up.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whispers as you plant kisses on the side of his jaw and neck. “You’re gonna kill me.” You plan on it. 

You tease him, licking long, slow trails up his neck. Down his chest. Across his abs. Your fingers caress his shoulders and biceps. Jisung’s positive he’ll come as soon as you touch him.

Your movements are maddeningly slow. He’s fully whining now, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you ease his underwear down. He’s bigger than you expected. Girthier, too. You take his cock in your hand and drag your tongue along the shaft.

“Shit, baby. Quit playing with me,” he begs. A smirk creeps across your face as you circle the head with your tongue, moving your hand up and down slowly. After a few moments, you grow impatient. You need him now.

With a deep breath, you take him in all at once. The stretch of your cheeks burns, and you gag before he’s fully inside you. “Oh my god, baby, fuck,” he’s moaning and grabbing your hair, breathing shakily. You pause for a moment to adjust to his size, and soon you’re bobbing up and down, both hands squeezing and twisting around him.

Jisung doesn’t dare look down. He knows he’ll come as soon as he sees you choking on him. His hips buck up involuntarily, and he’s making the most pathetic sounds. You pick up your pace and deep throat him again.

“Baby, wait. I don’t wanna come yet,” he whines, pulling your hair to move you away.

You take him out of your mouth and look up at him. “I need to be inside you, please, baby,” he says while holding your face in his hands.

Your bodies shift, and he’s on top of you again, arms resting near your head. “Um…do you have a…” he asks awkwardly as if you didn’t just have a mouthful of his cock. You chuckle and nod towards the nightstand. He leans over to open the drawer and rips the foil packet with his teeth. 

He leans down to kiss you, and his hand finds yours. His other hand rolls the condom over his shaft, and positions himself at your entrance. You hold his back to help steady him as he enters you.

You moan in sync, your lips finding his again as he fills you up. “You’re so tight, you feel so good, baby,” he whispers. Your legs wrap around him as he begins to move, fucking you slowly but deeply. Your eyes roll back in your head, and the only thing you can think of is his name. 

He picks up his pace, and your grip on his hand tightens. He’s moaning into your mouth with a mix of profanities and your name. He still can’t believe this is happening. Your heat begins to pool in your belly for the third time that night. You’re on cloud nine.

He lets go of your hand to lift one of your legs above his shoulder, hitting the soft spot inside of you with every thrust. This angle feels euphoric. If the neighbors didn’t hear you before, they certainly can now. 

“Ji...please. I’m gonna come again,” you cry out between breaths. He smiles at you, sweat dropping from his forehead. 

“Come for me, baby,” he croons. He moves his thumb to your clit, and that’s all it takes. You’re breaking again, completely wrecked. All for him. The sight of you coming undone underneath him is enough to tip him over the edge, and his orgasm crashes over him. His thrusts slow as he fills the rubber, holding himself deep inside of you.

He falls on top of you, his forehead resting against yours. “You’re incredible,” he sighs, planting a kiss on your cheek. He still can’t believe you’re here, with him, under him.

It’s late, and you’re both exhausted. He cleans you up with one of your towels and disposes of the evidence in the trash can. He lies on his back and brings you close. “Thank you,” he whispers into your hair as you both drift off to sleep.

Jisung’s gone by the time you wake up. You reach over and feel nothing except the cold sheets on your side. And then it hits you. He must have gotten what he wanted and left. Men. Typical. Even the nerds.

It’s college. The first semester, at that. No one’s trying to be cuffed up for their first year of adulthood. Well, at least this time it was worth it. Three orgasms in one night? That’s a new record for you.

You reach over and grab your phone to check your messages, just in case. Only a couple of texts from your sorority sisters, and a sly message from Felix.

Have fun last night? ;)

Eat it, you shoot back at him. You get yourself together and take a warm shower. Your sins wash away, and a sense of relief floods you. If Jisung had been there in the morning, would it have been weird? Would he have felt obligated to text you? You’re slightly grateful he let himself out when he did.

No matter, you had a sorority event to attend later, and that would surely get your mind off of last night’s events.

“You just left?” Seungmin says, with his eyes wide open. “Are you pabo?”

“I panicked! I don’t know how this works! What if she wanted me gone before she woke up? Or what if she saw me sober and realized she made a mistake?” Jisung is rattling off.

“Well, you just sent an entirely different message by doing that,” Seungmin sighs. “Did you at least, I dunno, text her? Say, ‘Hey, I had a blast, but I had to run’?” Jisung doesn’t respond. Seungmin grabs a book and chucks it at his head.

“Ya! I just told you I panicked!” Jisung shouts as he shields his body from the attack. 

“For someone so smart, you can be really fucking dumb sometimes,” Seungmin replies. He is really dumb. He knows that, but deep down, he’s more insecure. Always anxious, always second-guessing himself, and never believing good things can happen to him. He’ll ruin a good thing before it even has the chance to start.

Ryujin waves her hand in front of your face and snaps a couple of times. “Hello? Are you listening to me?” You snap out of your daydream and back to reality.

“Sorry, just really tired from last night,” you say apologetically. Sorority brunches are fun, but they’re also so draining. How are you expected to just sit and talk with a smile on your face for two and a half hours the morning after a long night out?

“How was Jisung?” she asks with a sly smile. “You were all googly-eyed over him yesterday.”

“Oh my god, stop,” you moan, covering your face. “Good, I guess, I don’t know it was just a hookup…” You trail off. Ryujin’s face turns sad. She’s seen you get really excited over guys only to be disappointed by them in the end. “I’m fine though, promise!”

Yeji chimes in then. “It’s okay, love. There are so many more guys to meet. You’ll find one soon!” She squeezes your hand. Always the optimist, but you’re grateful anyway. 

Later that night, you neglect going out for staying in and watch your favorite movies, but you feel a bit less frazzled than you did that morning.

Everything works out in the end, right?

It’s Sunday morning, and you still haven’t heard from Jisung. You’re disappointed, but you shrug it off and go about your day. Exams start tomorrow, and you wouldn’t let stressing over a man ruin your GPA. You grab breakfast at the dining hall, which was filled with hungover students, and take it back to your dorm room. You find it funny that you could just go up one floor and knock on every door until you found Jisung’s. But then you’d look desperate. 

The rest of your Sunday is boring. Afternoon yoga class, another shower, and then it’s library time. The table in the corner is littered with books and notes, cramming for the week everyone affectionately calls “Hell Week”. You’re glossing over your Anthropology notes for the fifth time, filling out your latest assignment. It’s really easy. Like, do it with your eyes closed, easy. 

But if it wasn’t, who could help you? An idea pops into your head. You position your assignment in front of you and snap a picture. Before you can stop yourself, your fingers type out a message and hit send.

[pic.png] anthropology is stupid. help.

You set your phone face down, starting to panic. Great job, now you look really desperate. You close your Anthropology notes and open your laptop. You connect your headphones and play music, hoping to drown out the noise in your head.

Your phone lights up and your heart flutters. He replied.

where are you?

You blink at your phone. Okay, maybe everything’s fine. We’ll just pretend like nothing happened, right? It was probably a really bad idea to fuck your tutor anyway.

library. 2nd floor.

Ping.

be there in 10

Maybe he didn’t care that much. But you were set on your plan working. He strolls into the library some minutes later, and you try your hardest not to get too excited at the sight of him. 

“Hey!” you chirp. “I can’t look at this any longer without wanting to blow my brains out.” He chuckles at that. “We can take a look at it,” he replies.

Anthropology is not only stupid easy, but it’s also boring. But at least you can stare at Jisung while he’s running through all of the important facts and dates for your exam. 

“Hold on, I forgot my textbook,” he says, walking away from the table. “Be right back!” He comes back a few minutes later, flipping through the pages. “Ah, this page,” he gestures to the book and places it in front of you. He’s leaning over your shoulder, one hand resting on your chair and the other flipping through the book. You’re sure what he’s saying is important, but you can feel your body getting warm. He smells so good. Did he do something different with his hair? God, is it hot in here? 

You dare yourself to look up at him. He’s like six inches away from your face. You wonder how he’s feeling, if he thinks about the other night, or if you were just another lay to him.

Jisung can feel you staring at him, and he’s trying desperately to keep his boner at bay.

His eyes meet yours, and you hold eye contact, curious about how he’ll react. He swallows hard before speaking.

“Uh…why don’t we take a break? This stuff is…really boring,” he says, shakier than he meant for it to be.

You nod your head at him. He takes the seat next to you, fidgeting. Neither of you knows what to say. “Hey! Thanks for the great fuck, why’d you leave so early?” feels a bit heavy for library talk.

Fuck this. You stand up and grab his hand, leading him to the back corner of the library. The library hasn’t bothered to try to fix the overhead lights back here for years. Or so you’ve been told. Everyone knows this is the makeout corner. You’re pretty sure that the books back here have been collecting dust since 1982.

You lead him behind the bookcases and throw him up against the wall. Gently. Okay, maybe you’re a little mad. Jisung’s head thunks against the wall, his face in shock.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” you say before grabbing his face and bringing him down to kiss him. He doesn’t move for a second, brain still computing. But it only takes a moment for him to ease into the kiss, grab you by your waist, and bring you closer to him. It’s hot in here. He definitely has a boner now.

His hands slide down to your hips and around your ass. He gives it a squeeze and flips you so that you’re the one pinned against the wall. God, you’re surely going to be the death of him.

He plants kisses across your jaw and down your neck. You grind against his crotch, seeking any kind of friction. This is so juvenile. It’s fucking hot.

“This is a great arrangement, you know,” you mutter breathily. Your fingers grab his hair while he sucks on your neck. He lets out a moan when you tug a little harder.

“Hm? How so?” he questions.

“You tutor me, help me pass my exams, and we hook up on our breaks. Everyone’s a winner!” you say with a laugh. He bites your earlobe, and you let out a soft whine. “Works for me,” he whispers in your ear, seduction possessing him. 

Ha. Your evil plan is working.

Jisung would tutor you for twelve hours a day if it meant he could have you like this between sessions. 

Several minutes go by before both of your lips are plump and raw. He pulls back to catch his breath. “Maybe we should stop before I fold you over the table in front of the poor librarian,” he grins. You give him one last grind of your hips before you straighten yourself out. 

The rest of your session is super boring. You both end up forgetting about human evolution and start talking about random shit. He’s a huge nerd. Obviously. You’ve dabbled in anime, your favorite is Fruits Basket. You tell him how you sobbed on the floor with Ryujin during Your Name, before you saw the ending.

He’s smiling at you as you’re yapping. He tells you that his dream is to be a music producer one day and that he and his friends write songs together. You find him so fascinating. He’s so different from anyone else you’re usually attracted to. Maybe change is good. You recall the other night and affirm it.

He walks you out of the library and back to the dorm. He tells you he has plans with his friends tonight, but says he’ll text you the next time he’s free. You say goodbye in the elevator and get off on your floor.

The hall echoes with your footsteps as you race to give Ryujin the rundown. You barge through the door with the widest grin on your face. She’s surprised, but she’s happy to see you happy.

“If he hurts you, he’s gonna regret it,” she asserts. You roll your eyes at her, but you’re grateful she cares so much. You’d probably crash and burn without her, and she knows that. 

The two of you watch silly videos on your phone together before you go to sleep, feeling hopeful.

Monday morning rolls around, and you have a bit of pep in your step. Your day is still busy, as you’re taking your Apparel class exams today. But you know you can pass those with a breeze. 

Jisung’s been texting you, too. Every notification sends butterflies to your tummy. You send lots of memes back and forth, and just generally yap to each other.

J: busy today? Y/N: I gotta lock in on this paper :( Y/N: It’s due at midnight…. J: how much have you done? Y/N: …… J: ㅠㅠ J: I’m upstairs if you need help. 408.

Okay, now you really gotta lock in on this paper. You put your headphones in, seeing a very, very hot reward in sight.

Jisung’s dorm building is close to the center of campus, so the guys will stop by between classes to hang out from time to time. He normally enjoys this time, the vibe is much different from the frat. Until they’re teasing him, and then he wants to kick them all out.

“Jisung-ah, Seungmin tells me you’re hooking up with Y/N,” Chan says, sitting on Jisung’s bed. Jisung groans.

“Seungmin! Stop spreading my business!” he hucks a notebook at him from his bed. Seungmin yelps.

“C’mon, man, you guys were fucking each other with your eyes the other night. It was so obvious,” Felix laughs.

“He didn’t listen to a word I said as soon as she walked in the room,” Changbin adds.

He shoves a pillow over his face, willing them to go away. Hyunjin saves him when he finally starts grilling Seungmin about the girl he’s been seeing. He shuts them down quickly. “I am not seeing her. She’s annoying, and I hate her,” he grumbles.

“Ah, so what are those marks on your neck? Get into a fight with an octopus?” Minho teases from the corner. That earns him a shoe to the forehead. Jisung’s just glad the heat is off of him for once.

The guys are all giggling and laughing until there’s a knock at the door.

Keyboard clicks still fill the room after three hours, and you want to throw your computer across the floor. You’re almost done, but you need a breather. Good thing you have the perfect solution.

you home?

You hope he is. You take a look at yourself in the mirror. You don’t look awful, just like your average college student. The t-shirt you’re wearing is worn, and your sweatpants have coffee stains. Maybe you should change. You move to your dresser and pull out a pair of pink pajama shorts and a matching button-up shirt. Not trying too hard, just trying to be cute.

About twenty minutes go by, and still no reply. You’re restless in your chair, thoughts filling with the events of Friday night and yesterday. You start to get a bit antsy because you desperately need a break. And Jisung. To break you.

You decide that you’d at least give his door a knock. You put on your slippers and head up to the fourth floor. The boys' floor smells worse than yours, but the layout is the same. You don’t even have to check the room number to know which one’s Jisung’s, there are anime posters all over it. 

With a deep breath, you knock on the door. You hear someone shout, “Come in!” so you turn the handle to walk inside. What you weren’t expecting was eight pairs of eyes on you as you entered.

You see the SKZ boys all scattered around Jisung’s room. There are two on the floor, four in the beds, and two sitting at the desks. Well then. I guess you’re not taking your break in here.

“Sorry to bother…could I borrow Jisung for like 30 minutes?” you ask, cheeks feeling hot, obviously not realizing he was busy.

Jisung pops up from the bed and walks over to you. There’s a series of oos and ahs that scatter the room. 

“30 minutes? My money’s on 15,” you hear Seungmin say.

“Nah, surely it’ll only take 10,” you hear Minho chime in.

“Oh c’mon, guys, give him some credit. He’ll be back in 5!” Jeongin laughs. 

“Please get me out of here,” Jisung pleads with you, closing the door. You flip them off from the hallway, and they all start howling. Men are idiots.

As soon as the door to your room closes, you’re on top of him, ripping off his hoodie and untying his sweats. You barely make it to the bed before he’s doing the same to you. 

“Fuck these shorts are so hot,” he moans. You unbutton your shirt to reveal your bare breasts and his head starts spinning. “Don’t take that off. Leave it just like that,” he demands, guiding you on your back.

He kisses you like he’s been hard since yesterday. He basically has been. He pays special attention to your nipples, grabbing a mouthful of one and twisting the other. It’s been less than five minutes, and you’re a whiny mess beneath him, panties soaking through your underwear. 

His shirt comes off. You’re kissing his neck as he’s grinding into you through his boxers, and moaning like he’s actually inside you. He knows how pathetic he looks, but he’s been so fucking horny since yesterday that he doesn’t care. 

You’re pleading with him as he works his way down to your core. He grips your thighs, sucking bruises into them. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whines when you yelp at the sting. “You’re so perfect I can’t help myself.”

Your panties slide off with practiced ease, and you hold your breath in anticipation. Even with a giant hard-on, he’s still taking his time with you. He’s licking your thighs and the sides of where you need him to be, and caressing your belly right where your heat is rising. 

“Jisung,” you say, annoyed that he’s taking so long. “Fucking move.”

He lifts his head up from between your thighs. “Say please,” he says back, shit-eating grin on his face. You grumble at him, but eventually give in.

“Ji, baby, please,” you whine, looking down at him. “I need you.” Your face is so pretty when you beg, he has to catch himself before he starts drooling. 

Jisung can’t deny you when you sound like that, moaning his name. He dips down and traces your folds with his finger, spreading your slick everywhere. He slides one finger inside of you, curling it slowly. You moan, but you’re still not fully satisfied.

“Your mouth, Ji. I need your mouth,” you plead with him. He’s toying with you, and he’s enjoying it. “Please.” 

He smiles, kissing right against your clit. His finger slides out, then his tongue replaces it. He laps up your wetness, drooling all over your throbbing cunt. Finally. “Tastes so sweet,” he mumbles against your skin. “So fucking good for me.”

The heat begins to climb again, and you don’t try to hold back this time. He hums against your clit, and you’re already almost there.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” you cry. He slides two fingers back inside you, curling them just right. He flattens his tongue against your bud and increases his speed, fucking you faster. You’re seeing stars, grinding against his face to chase your release.

He sucks on your clit, and you snap. Your thighs tighten around his head, your body trembles, and you’re leaking all over his face. He coaxes you through it with his tongue and fucks the mess back into you with his fingers. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he coos, loosening up again. 

Lust is still clouding your mind. You can’t wait for him anymore; you need to be full of him. You pull him up towards you, sliding his boxers down. He kisses you slowly, letting you taste your arousal on his tongue.

“Let me ride you,” you say. Jisung’s eyebrows shoot up like he can’t believe you asked him that. Any day of the week, that’s a fuck yes. He lies on his back to pull you on top of him. But first, you get to play too. You kiss him, deeply and slowly, while grinding your cunt against his length. He moans into your mouth, grabbing your ass and guiding you as you rock back and forth. You lean down to nibble on his earlobe and place kisses on his jaw and neck. Jisung’s brain is exploding now, awestruck at how you’re sliding on top of him.

You don’t stop. Your body tingles, overstimulated, but you increase the pace. The heat trickles back to your core, building fast. Jisung starts to realize what you’re doing, and he has to hold himself back from coming too quickly. The sight of you using his body, his cock, for your own pleasure is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He tightens his grip on your ass, helping you move against him.

“Baby, you’re so fucking hot, I want you to come all over me, just like that,” his praises bring you closer and closer to the edge. You brace yourself on his shoulders and move your hips back and forth faster and rougher. The tip of his length hits your clit with every thrust, and soon after you’re coming undone.

You scream his name so loud you’re sure the whole building can hear you. He keeps you rocking back and forth as the wave crashes over you, and he catches you when you fall forward. He kisses you hard, moaning into your mouth. “Holy shit, that was so fucking hot,” he whispers between kisses. You’re too fucked out to respond, but he gently lays you down on your back, peppering kisses all over your face.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you,” he says gently, moving the sweaty strands of hair out of your face. But still, you need more. 

“Inside…need you…now,” you manage, completely unraveled now. “Baby, we can stop, it’s okay-“ You cut him off. “No…now,” you tell him, almost demanding him.

“Okay, baby, I’ll be gentle,” he whispers. He leans over to your nightstand to grab a condom, but you stop him. “Need you…fill me up.”

Jisung’s brain almost shuts off. “Whatever you want, princess, let me take care of you,” he says, positioning himself at your entrance. If he thought he’d come quickly with a condom, he can’t imagine he’ll last long without one. He slides inside you, and he’s struggling to contain himself. You’re so fucking wet and tight, sucking him in.

He’s showering you with praise as he fucks you deeply and slowly, planting kisses between every thrust. “You’re so beautiful.” Kiss. “You did so well for me.” Kiss. “You feel so fucking good.” Another. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Faster..” you moan. He obliges.

“Yes, baby,” he whispers back. “Anything for you.” He picks up his pace, and you feel another climax building. You moan incoherently, but you feel alive. Jisung can tell you’re close by how tight you’re clenching around him.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” And you do. Your body’s shaking harder than you thought possible, your vision flashing white. Your pussy squeezes around him, and he’s coming right with you, hot ropes staining your walls. He fucks you both through your orgasms, moaning your name.

He stills and just lies with you, still inside. Both your breathing slows, and you just stare at each other in awe. He kisses you, still praising you for how well you did. You recover a bit more energy, wrap your arms around him, and tell him how good he made you feel. “You’re incredible, Ji,” you coo at him. 

After a few minutes, he cleans you up with a wet towel, helping you put your clothes back on. He wraps his arms around you, and you both drift to sleep.

He wakes you only an hour later. “Baby,” you hear. “You gotta finish your paper.” You groan, but he’s right. He sits you up and brings your laptop over, helping you finish before you both fall back asleep.

Jisung’s still there when you wake up in the morning.

The next few days are packed, but Jisung always finds time to help you cram. You don’t really need it, but you’ll take any excuse to see him again. You take your exams, study, fuck the frustration out, sleep together, repeat. 

The last day of exams comes, and you’re not quite sure where you stand with him. Are we just fuck buddies? Something more? You’re not quite sure, and you’re too afraid to ask.

You sit next to each other to take your Anthropology exam. It’s really, really easy, as you suspected it would be. Jisung notices how quickly you finish, even faster than he did. The professor gets up to dismiss everyone at the end, and you walk out of the classroom together.

“Was that test easy or what?” he asks you.

“God yeah, I memorized most of that stuff weeks ago,” you reply. He blinks at you a couple of times, making sure he heard you right.

“Weeks ago? I thought you were bad at…humans,” he questions. You freeze. Ah. You forgot about your evil plan.

You don’t respond. He stops walking and faces you. “Baby, why are you pretending to be dumb?”

“I just thought that…I needed a reason to keep seeing you. And then I woke up, and you were gone, and I thought that maybe you didn’t like me, so I just kept up the lie,” you tell him. “I’m sorry. I just wanted you to like me for more than just sex.”

Jisung looks at you like it’s simultaneously the sweetest and the most insane thing he’s ever heard. “Me? Not liking you? What?” He has the most puzzled look on his face.

“Y/N, I like you so much. This whole week, I’ve just been thinking of you, how to help you, wanting to see you again. I’m sorry about leaving you like that. I panicked because I didn’t think you’d like me after that, so I ran before you could see how dorky I am.”

“You could have texted,” you pout. 

“I know, I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, giving you a hug. “But I do like you a lot. I want to be with you. I want to be yours and only yours.”

You smile up at him. “I like you too, dummy.” 

He kisses your forehead. “Can I be your boyfriend?” he asks.

“Of course,” you reply, bringing him in for a kiss.

At the next SKZ party, you both walk in holding hands, and your sisters clap and cheer. Seungmin calls Jisung pabo again. Felix gives you a thumbs up.

[a/n: this was much longer and much filthier than i planned for! i had so much fun writing it though ♡ if you didn't notice, I set up for a seungmin enemies to lovers fic and I really want to write a frat president chan fic also lmao. let me know what you think ♡]

The next week, you have fun with it. You have never smoked alone before, but you try it. For fun. Maybe it’ll ease your mind, maybe you could be more productive that way. Who knows. So, you roll one yourself, watching a tutorial since you’re not too sure about your skills. It comes out pretty nice, and you walk to the park, sitting in a covered corner, and you light it. It’s peaceful, it’s quiet, and it’s everything you needed tonight.

The smoke curls around you beautifully, and you blow it away as you exhale. You lean back against the bench, head falling back to look at the sky. It’s dreamy. Your thoughts wander back to your midterm exams, to you half-finished ideas, and then back to Jisung. And of course, you always think about him. You don’t want to, but you do.

Your mind drifts back to him, the way he’d told you to call him if you needed anything. You wonder if he actually meant it, or if he says that to everyone, the way he smiles just enough to keep people hooked. Did he really mean what he said last week? Or is he just that terribly charming with everyone, and you’re just like everyone else?

You close your eyes, exhaling the smoke slowly. The air is heavy and cold, and you almost feel like you’re floating. It’s so dreamy, being all alone in such a beautiful place. Until you hear a faint sound. You brush it off as paranoia, like always. Until it gets closer, louder. Like a foot stepping on a dry leaf. Your eyes snap open, heart pounding.

Silence. It was probably nothing. You take another hit, smoke sharp in your throat, making you hazier, but then you hear it again. A footstep, faint, but definitely a footstep. Your pulse spikes, hands trembling as they put out whats left of the joint onto the damp ground, and your boots squish it just in case.

“Hello?” you call out quietly, so quiet that you’re not even sure if it actually left your mouth or not. Another step. Deliberate and loud. Okay, now it’s not your imagination. Your mind spins, debating whether you should run, hide, or pretend you’re asleep.

Then, a low and familiar voice makes it’s way to your ears. “You really shouldn’t be here alone” Relief slams into you, and your knees go weak, even if you’re sitting. You whip around, and there he is. Hood up, hands in his pockets. “Jisung” you breathe. He steps closer, taking in your appearance, his eyebrows raised slightly at your flushed cheeks and red eyes. “Having fun?”

“I.. yeah, kinda was. Until you scared the shit out of me” You sigh “Oh, right, sorry.” he chuckles, seemingly dishonest, but you don’t question it. He circles the bench, now infront of you. He makes a motion with his hands “Move over”

And you do, giving him space to sit down next to you. For a moment, neither of you says anything, but the silence isn’t akward. At least not for you, because you’re hyper-aware of everything. The way he’s breathing, how close he is, his scent.

Finally, he speaks. “You shouldn’t smoke out here by yourself” You glance at him, frowning “Why not?” “Because it’s late. And people are unpredictable” His eyes stay looking forward, watching the darkness ahead. “Yeah, well.. You’re here now” You say. He looks your way, but not at your face. He’s looking at the space between you, like he’s scared to look at you.

“Hey” he says lowly “Next time you wanna smoke, just text me. I’ll come with you.” Your heart skips. “Why?” He shrugs, leaning back a little casually. “Because it’s better than knowing you’re out here being paranoid” “I wasn’t paranoid” He looks like he’s fighting a smile “Sure you weren’t”

You smile. You can’t help it, not when it feels too honest to hide. The silence stretches again, and you don’t know if its because of how high you are, or if this is just how he makes everyone feel, but suddenly you realize you really don’t want to let this moment end.

His scent cuts through the air again, and suddenly, you’re aware, again, of how close his knee is to yours. How strange it is that your dealer is worried about your health, so much so that he would rather sit here, beside you, a random person who buys from him, than leave to wherever he was going.

You shift slightly, testing the space between you, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he glances at you, not saying anything, just observing. There’s a quiet, steady presence to him that’s unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. “I started coming to this park after I first saw it. When you told me to come here” You say, breaking the silence “It’s quiet. And even if you say it’s dangerous, I find it calming” He nods along “The only danger I’ve found here so far is a dealer.” He chuckles at that, and you smile too.

“Fair, yeah.. yeah, that’s true” he nods, chuckling again. He looks unsure if he should keep talking, but your continuous glance at him tells him you’re still listening. “You’re at the library a lot” You raise an eyebrow, surprised “How do you know that?”

“I’ve seen you there once or twice. Had to make a few drops around campus. You didn’t see me” You blink, dumbfounded “Oh… really?” “Yeah, I mean, you always sit at the same desk, it’s hard not to notice that.” You nod slowly, unsure of what to say to that. “Guess I.. do stick to a routine”

“Routine’s fine. It makes sense, but seeing you outside of it felt weird” His gaze lingers a bit longer than necessary. “You notice a lot of things” “Yeah, I guess I do.” You’re still unsure if this feels weird, maybe too comfortable, but it doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

He keeps asking questions, about your major, your classes, your exams, and he seems like he is thinking of the exact same thing. Keeping the conversation going for as long as possible. And it works, easily flowing for another 20 minutes before it turns to midnight. “Uh.. I should.. get going” You say slowly.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home” He stands quickly “Oh, no that’s fine, you don’t have to do that” “I know. But I want to.” There’s no place for argument in his eyes when you look at them. So, you nod slowly. And he does walk you home, the conversation still curious, stretching even when you’re turning onto the street of your apartment.

“So, you’re not in school anymore?” “Nope, dropped out last year. I was a senior.” “Wow.. that’s.. late” He chuckles. He knows it is. “Yeah, but school wasn’t my thing, I have.. other priorities” Now it’s your turn to smile “Clearly” He smiles aswell, almost to himself. By the time you reach your apartment, you’re unsettled by the easiness of tonight, by how easy it was to talk to him.

You stop infront of your apartment door “Alright. Look.. thank you.. for tonight. And for walking me home” You try not to sound nervous. “Yeah..” He nods, but he seems unsure. “Don’t make it sound like a favor. I didn’t mind”

Another pause. You meet his gaze for a second, and there’s something unspoken between you. You both feel it.

“See you around?” You ask “Yeah. See you.” And just like that he turns and disappears. You unlock your door, stepping inside, already wanting to see him again.

It’s been a month since that night, and things have settled into a quiet rhythym again. You still buy from him once in a while, but you haven’t texted him for over a week now. Not because you forgot, but exactly the opposite. You can’t get him out of your mind.

It’s friday night, and your friends unfortunately drag you to a little get-together at one of their boyfriends apartment. There’s about 10 to 15 people when you get there, which isn’t too overwhelming. You think you know everyone, until you see a group of unfamiliar faces. You ignore it, heading to the living room with everyone, to get a drink.

“So, y/n.. how’s med school?” You shrug “Not too bad actually. I like the peace I get when I sit and study” Your friends boyfriend nods along, trying to seem interested “Hmm.. no boyfriend so far?” “Oh, I’m not looking for one” You smile politely, already missing your apartment.

You glance over your shoulder, seeing the same unfamiliar faces on the couch, but now, you notice a familiar one aswell. Jisung. Next to a girl, who’s smiling at him too obviously. But worse? He’s smiling too. At her. It’s unfair, how effortless she makes it look. She’s pretty, and she looks like she could own every single place if she wanted.

You snap your eyes back to your friends, and excuse yourself to the bathroom. As you walk across the house, Jisungs gaze follows your figure. It takes his hazy mind a moment to notice you, to recognise your figure, but he gets there. And suddenly, he doesn’t feel comfortable either.

You lock yourself in the bathroom. Not dramatically, just quietly taking a breather. It shouldn’t matter that he’s here. Shouldn’t matter that she’s next to him. You never asked if he has a girlfriend, fuck he’s 25, it would be weird if he didn’t have someone.

You keep telling yourself it’s weird that you’re reacting this way. You leave the bathroom soon after, walking right back to where you came from. He’s still sitting there, and maybe you’re imagining it, but he looks a little more focused. Little less like he’s sitting next to his girlfriend. You brush it off.

The party passes, and you’re drunk. Maybe even a little high. You hint to your friends that you want to leave, but they seem like they’re enjoying themselves. So, you say your goodbyes, and grab your stuff. Someone calls your name, not a familiar voice. “Hey, y/n, right?” You turn, and it’s the pink haired girl who was sitting next to Jisung.

“You know him? Jisung?” The question doesn’t seem unkind, so you answer “Yeah. A little. Why?” The girl smiles knowingly. “Nothing bad, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Daisy” Daisy. Suits her “Hi Daisy. It’s nice to meet you.”

She sips her drink, her movements a bit sluggish. “You’re leaving?” She asks “Yeah, I was just about to. I don’t usually come to parties, so I’m not used to staying up too late” To your excuse, it’s 2am.

“Ah, I see. So you.. and Jisung are friends?” “Uh, I wouldn’t say that. We only talked like.. two times” “Oh, yeah, I figured you knew him, since he kept looking at you all night” She chuckles. Your stomach drops.

“What?” You freeze. “Oh, nothing, I’m like.. totally drunk, just ignore me” She waves her hand dismissively. You force a polite smile “Okay, well.. I should get going. It was nice to meet you” She waves as you leave. Looking at you all night? Jisung?

You walk faster as you finally reach the bottom of the stairs. You need distance from the events that just happened. By the time you get home, you’ve decided on one thing: you won’t text him. Not for a while, at least.

And you don’t. Days pass. Then weeks. Until one night, your phone buzzes. A message from Jisung. You don’t read it, you just put your phone down for a moment. To think, chest tight. Then, with a deep breath, you open it.

It’s longer than you expect. You reread it a few times, and seemingly every single polite answer would be dishonest. So you don’t reply. Not tonight.

The next two days are silence. But on the third, there’s a knock on your door. It’s firm. You know who it is. You didn’t tell him which of the apartments is yours, but of course, he isn’t stupid. It’s not that hard to find out. You walk to your door, looking outside before opening it.

He looks relieved when he sees you. For a beat, you just stare at each other. Then he speaks after clearing his throat. “Cool. Cool, cool, cool. So you’re alive then.” You blink “..Hi” You open the door slightly, and he steps inside.

“I didn’t think you would show up” “I didn’t think I’d have to.” He seems.. angry? He turns to face you. “You vanished for almost two weeks. You didn’t answer my texts. And I’m supposed to pretend that’s normal?” You cross your arms defensively.

“We don’t usually text about anything important Jisung. It’s not like I’m obligated to check in with you” “Yeah, you’re right.” He says “But I thought we were cool enough that you would say something before ghosting me”

Your stomach twists. He’s right. You know he is. So you don’t argue back. “I wasn’t ghosting you. I just wanted space” “From me?” he asks, non-accusingly. His fingers drum against his thigh impatiently. Like waiting for an answer frustrates him even more.

“Look. If you’ve got someone giving you better deals, I understand. Just don’t leave me hanging like that” He shakes his head, then he adds “I don’t like wondering” You gulp, your throat dry.

For a long moment, neither of you move. Or speak. Then, he asks quietly. “Was it because of that night? The party?”

You glance up at that. What? Is it that obvious? Did everyone know? That wasn’t supposed to happen. You speak, trying to keep your tone even. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What about the party?” He chuckles bitterly, and now you notice that he’s unable to keep any feelings inside. His facial expressions reveal all of them, you just have to learn which one is which.

“Don’t play stupid” He steps closer, like he wants to make sure you hear what he says “I know you’re not dumb” Your throat feels tight, like you’re about to cry, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. “I’m not playing anything, I just don’t know what you’re trying to say”

You notice his jaw flexing, like he’s debating wether it’s okay to be frustrated. It is. You’re lying. He just doesn’t know you well enough to know yet. But he wants to.

“You saw me. You saw me with her and then you disappeared. Not just from the party, but from everywhere. You don’t sit in the same place at the library anymore, you think I didn’t notice?” He says, not yelling, but raising his voice. Out of frustration.

And suddenly, you feel bad. You’ve been giving him shit for something he didn’t do on purpose. You open your mouth to snap back, but you can’t. You would only agree with him. And you can’t do that.

So, he speaks again. “Do you think she matters?” You glance at him. “She sure looked like she mattered” “She doesn’t” He says firmly. He seriously can’t not be honest. Your heart stutters.

“So why were you smiling at her like that? Like she meant something to you?” You stop yourself before you say anything else. Jisung isn’t your boyfriend. He isn’t anything to you. You don’t have the right to ask him not to talk to other people. To smile at other girls.

“You know what? Let’s forget this. I don’t know what I’m saying.” You shake your head. “Oh, no. No, you don’t get to do that, y/n.” You freeze. From the way your name sounds on his lips, the way he cares so much that he is this worked up over this topic. “Do what?” “Back out now” He steps closer “You don’t get to do that. Not after coming at me for smiling at someone else”

Your lips part, but no words come out. “Don’t twist it.” He sounds calm. You stay frozen, but his scent envelops you, and you wet your lips. He glances down. Briefly, but you catch it. “You wouldn’t be this worked up if it didn’t matter to you. So say it. Say why you’re pissed” He continues, stepping closer again.

You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. If he steps closer again, you’ll be trapped in his presence, the cold kitchen counter melting into your back. You hate it that he can see straight through you. You shake your head again.

“Doesn’t matter why I’m pissed. We’re nothing.. you’re someone I buy from, Jisung” His expression shifts back to unreadable. His deafult expression. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. “Right. So I’m just your dealer. Then why-“ He doesn’t step closer, but he leans slightly forward, like he wants to make sure you understand “-have you been stuck in my head for weeks?”

Your breath catches before you can stop it. He’s so close, he can probably hear your heartbeat, since it’s so loud. Before you can even respond, he adds “Why do you think I even noticed you were gone?” The living room feels smaller. Like you’re trapped inside a box, with no air left. It’s hot, even if it’s almost december.

“You wanna keep lying? Or do you realize you’re way too obvious?” “Jisung” You say firmly. “It doesn’t matter what I feel. Or what you feel. Us-“ You gesture towards the space between you “-it can’t happen” He stands up straight, reading your expression.

“Right. Of course. Can’t happen.” He nods, like he’s trying to convince himself. “You act like I don’t know that. Like I haven’t thought this through” He gulps, his throat working, jaw clenched as he looks at you “I know it can’t happen. But when you show up, looking at me like that.. I feel like it already happened”

He doesn’t step closer, but when you focus on it, his scent hits you full force again. You close your eyes, tongue wetting your lips again. When you open your eyes, he’s looking at them. Then his gaze catches yours. “I don’t know what to do” You whisper. He doesn’t answer immediately. His gaze roams your face, making your heart jump again.

“Me neither” he shakes his head, “All I know is i want to..” he pauses, swallowing. He steps closer, hesitant, barely noticable. But you notice. And now it feels like you’re both magnets, being pulled more and more towards each other each time he gets closer.

Your body reacts on it’s own, too. Your fingers curl at your sides, begging to touch. Your breathing is hurried, like the air in the room is actually running out. “I shouldn’t.” He continues “But I can’t stop thinking about it” You wonder. It’s already too late. Way too late to go back, to forget this.. So why not make the most of it? Why not let the pull take over just this once?

You take a small, unsure step forward. He doesn’t move back. He just watches you, your fingers twitching at your sides, your chest rising and falling. You want to reach for him, but he startles you when he steps forward, not quite touching, but the warmth of his body obvious. “Jisung.. I kinda feel like it’s too late now”

He freezes, your words slowly sinking in. Then he exhales, long, almost a sigh, like he’d been holding his breath. “Yeah.. I feel it too” He looks at you again, your lips parted, breathing fast. Every nerve is on fire, aching to let your hands find him.

You can feel the pull like a physical force, now impossible to ignore. You don’t know which happens first, him leaning in just slightly, his hand coming up to hover over your jaw, or your hand finding his hoodie, but you both step closer, and without thinking he leans in. “Jisung-“ you whisper and he shakes his head “Shh. We’ll talk later.” He looks into your eyes, then back at your lips.

He leands forward again, tilting his head as your breaths mingle. Then finally, finally his lips touch yours. It’s gentle at first, but still hurried. Like he has something to prove. It makes your knees go weak, the way he does it so confidently. Like finally having your hand on him gave him all the green lights he needed. It was clear to you now that this is not his first time.

The way his hand slipped smoothly onto your lower back, under your shirt, guiding you forward so your body is flush against his, it was all confident. Practiced. Then, without warning, his tongue found yours. Gentle, but definitely insistent. You mirrored his movements, butterflies exploding in your abdomen at the breathy groan that left him.

Your hand slipped up, to his shoulder, to feel him, to be closer, then slid down his chest. He gasped into your mouth, then pulled back to breathe “You shouldn’t- you shouldn’t do that. I’m not-“ “Come on, Jisung. You know what I’m trying to do, hm?” You smirk, hand sliding just under his hoodie

“God, don’t-“ he chokes out, forehead resting against yours “Y/n, please.” You kiss him this time. Your fingers brush against his stomach, and you feel it twitch under your touch. He kisses back, breathing heavier than yours, and he steps closer. You feel encouraged, like his reaction alone fueled the heat low in your stomach. So, your free hand is at the back of his neck now, pulling at the hair there.

He moans into your mouth, unrestrained and needy, like he can’t stop himself. You knew he was expressive, and you couldn’t help imagining that same intensity in every other way. Unexpectedly, his hands slide to your waist, lifting you easily onto the counter. Your legs open on their own, letting him step inbetween. You grip his shoulders, lips never moving from his.

He doesn’t hesitate anymore. His hands trace from your waist to your hips, your thighs, opening them further as he groans into your mouth. His hand brushes your inner thigh, his hand shaking like he’s the one being undone. “Please, I want you so bad” He whispers against your lips “I want- Can I go down on you? Please? I wanna go down on you, been wanting to since-“ You cut him off “Yes, Jisung. You can” You say firmly, your voice still soft.

He nods once, sinking to his knees infront of you. He’s perfectly face-level with your skirt, and whats below it. He lets out a breath, shaky from trying to be slow, gentle. But the sight of your floral-patterned panties below your pretty skirt are the last straw. He pulls the skirt up, bunching it at your hips as he holds you there, leaning in as he inhales. He kisses your inner thighs, listening to your reactions as he gets closer.

You let him do whatever, not asking him to hurry up, not pushing. But you place your hand on the top of his head, pulling the hair there softly. You spread your legs wider, you can’t really help it. He can’t help it either when his tongue sticks out, licking at your covered wetness. Your panties are soaked through, the taste evident, making him keen.

You gasp, hips twitching against him before your eyes roll back and you let out a little moan. Soft at first, but the more impatient you get, the more his tongue soaks your panties, the louder and more evident your need becomes. But you don’t even have to try to get the words out before he’s pulling your panties aside, groaning at the sight of you bare before diving straight in. You hiss, hands tightening in his hair.

“Yeah- Jisung-“ You choke out, gasping at the way his tongue feels. You’ve been eaten out, by various people, many different ways, but they always seemed like they were trying to do you a favor. Jisung on the other hand? He isn’t doing it for you. He’s devouring you like he needs it. His moments aren’t precise. They’re sloppy, his tongue licking you up, then his lips sucking around your clit gently.

Your hips grind down against his face, your cheeks flushed as you stare down at him, eyes wide, your mouth agape. His gaze flicks up at you, like he needs to see your face to survive. His hand finds your thigh then, going up, up, up until it’s tracing your folds gently, and your head falls back. “Please- fuck- please, plea- oh my god-“ he doesn’t let you beg for long before his middle finger is sliding into you, and you lose it.

You clench around him without meaning to, feeling your orgasm approach faster than ever before. “One more, please, just one” You beg again, and he still doesn’t tease. He gives you everything you ask, his tongue licking gently at your clit as his ring finger joins the middle, moving slowly in and out.

“Fuuuck- yeah, right there, oh my god, I’m gonna cum-“ you gasp, grinding in time with his fingers, and his eyes don’t leave you when you cum, head falling back, legs trying to close. He feels you clench hard around his fingers, fucking you through it with them, his tongue slowing to a stop. But he doesn’t stop entirely, licking you gently, tongue flat as he cleans you up.

The sound is obscene, making your face burn up even more. You try to pull away, gripping his hair tight, still moaning, already helplessly fucked out from just his tongue and his fingers. He stops eventually, his eyes dazed like he’s in a different universe.

His lips linger on your thighs, like he can’t get enough. Your hands move through his hair again, and he stands up, pressing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself clearly, and it makes you whimper. His hips press against yours, and he grinds, just enough to make you both groan at the way he’s so close, but still so far away.

You respond immediately, hips twitching back against him, pulling him closer by the back of his neck, other hand roaming his chest. You just now notice how, annoyingly, both of you are fully dressed. It didn’t matter until now, but now you need to see him. It seems he’s on the same train of thought, because his shaky hands are pulling up your shirt, palm laid flat against your stomach.

“Jisung” he pulls back, watching your face “Come on” you hop off the counter, holding his hand as he wordlessly follows you down the hall to your room. You close the door, even if you live alone, and before you can tell him that you wanted to do this on your bed, he’s already pushing you up against the door, his hands messing up your hair as he’s kissing you.

You can’t help but smile against his lips, even if he doesn’t find it funny, his hand already at the side of your thigh, pulling it up to his waist as he grinds his hips against yours. Now that you’re really kissing, not hurried, well a bit hurried, but still less than before, you can clearly taste him.

Taste his cologne, his taste mixing with yours, his laundry detergent, just him. Until you notice something else. The faint taste of smoke, of weed. You shouldn’t be surprised that he tastes like that, but you can’t help to feel a little weird about it. Maybe that’s why he came here, and he wouldn’t have said all these things sober.

He immediately notices somethings up, and he’s already pulling back, looking at your expression. “Is something wrong?” he asks, worried. You shake your head “No it’s just.. uh..” You clear your throat “Jisung, are you high?” The guilt in his eyes answers before he can.

“… a little” he admits, voice unsure. His hands stay on you, your neck, your thigh, like he’s scared you’ll pull away. “But it’s not- I’m not here because of that” He says, hurried. He closes his eyes briefly, frustrated with himself “I’m here because of you, y/n. I would still be here if I was completely sober.”

“Jisung..” “Please, y/n. Yeah, I smoked earlier. But I knew exactly what I was doing when I came here.” His grip on you tightens, his breath lingering, his eyes panicked. “Do you believe me?”

“I don’t know, but.. just..” you grip his hoodie, pulling him closer “We’ll talk.. some other time. But I need to do something first” Your hand on his chest presses, presses until he steps back towards your bed. His knees hit the edge of the mattress and he slumped down. You settle in his lap, and he groans.

His hands fly to your hips, gripping tight. “Y/n-“ “Later.” you cut him off “We’ll figure it out, just- need you right now.” His eyes have hearts in them when you say that, and he’s already pulling you down to kiss him. His hands roam, desperate to feel you, to see you. You’re one step ahead, fingers pulling his hoodie up shakily. You freeze.

“You have a tattoo?” You look into his eyes, your fingers frozen. “Two actually, yeah.. is that.. do you hate it?” He looks scared, almost, and it kills you. You dont respond, ripping the hoodie over his head and attaching your mouth to his collarbone. He breathes out shakily, his hand finding your hair again.

You kiss down his chest, leaving marks, your hand sliding down, down until it cups his cock over his jeans. His hips jerk, and he swears he almost cums in his pants. “Baby, please” it’s sweet, but fucking awful, the way he begs. It engraves into your mind that very second, and you know you’re ruined for everyone else.

You gulp, slipping off his lap and he looks disappointed, just until you pull your shirt over your head. He swallows, no, gulps when he sees the pretty floral bra you have on. It matches your panties. You make your way to the headboard, leaning back against it, and he follows you. He settles beside you, hand already at your thigh, fingers shaky from how badly he wants to do something with them. Anything.

“You can touch, you know” you say, as if reading his mind. “Oh- thank you, thanks baby” he says, relieved and breathy. His mouth finds your neck from his spot beside you, his hand hesitantly cupping your breast over the fabric. You bite your lip, and he groans against your skin as he feels your nipples harden under his touch.

“You’ve been making me crazy.. no idea what you did to me, but I swear I’ve been losing my mind over this.. over you” He speaks hot against your skin, his voice urgent “Jisung” You whisper, almost shaky. He looks up, and to his delight, your pretty hand is between your plush thighs, sliding over your underwear that he soaked before.

“Will you show me?” You speak again, but it’s useless. His eyes are focused on one thing and one thing only, your finger, tracing the folds of your pussy through the seethrough fabric of those beautiful panties. You smell so good, he thinks. He just thinks, and it doesn’t even register to him that you’re speaking until he hears his name.

“Y/n, oh my- oh my god, I can’t- You can’t do that“ He moans, and he doesn’t even realize that he’s touching himself. Hand palming over his aching cock, still covered by his jeans, his eyes connected to your pussy. “Show me, please. Show me what I do to you” You beg again, and this time he hears it. His eyes snap to your face, your brows knitted together, you biting your pretty lip.

“Oh my god, yeah, I’ll show you baby-“ and he does. His pants are shoved down just enough so he can free himself. He’s twitching, leaking as he wraps a hand around himself, and you whimper at the sight. For a moment, he enjoys watching you, seeing you watch his hand stroke his cock, until he realizes he needs to see you. To see what your fingers are doing, to see the mess he made of your pussy.

“Please baby, please I need to cum so bad, show me that pretty pussy, yeah- that-“ he cuts himself off with a groan when you turn so that he can see everything, pulling your soaked panties to the side, gliding your fingers through the folds. “Oh holy shit, it’s unreal baby.. wanna cum on it”

You watch his face, watch when his expression changes at the sight of your pussy, watch when he loses his ability to form a coherent sentence. “Jisung, baby” You whimper, drawing his attention away from your fingers. He’s almost throwing a fit that he needs to look away, until he sees that you’re pulling that pretty bra to the side, exposing one of your tits to him. You lick your finger, then press it to your nipple, circling, playing as he watches.

He feels like he just died and came back, groaning and whining as his hand speeds up, his hips already twitching. “Hmm, you gonna cum baby?” you ask, your eyebrows still knitted, your own orgasm closer than you’d like to admit. You press a finger inside your clenching hole, eyes rolling back at the feeling. His eyes snap back to your pussy, the wet noise drawing all his attention.

You move your finger in and out slowly, dragging it out. He can hear everything. See everything. The way you clench when your palm brushes your clit just barely. “Baby, you’re beautiful. Y/n, you’re so fucking pretty, I wanna cum, I wanna cum on you- fffuck- where can I?” He babbles, eyes fixed on your cunt as he edges himself, hand slowing but not stopping

“Anywhere you want baby, wanna see you cum” His hips jerk, stuttering as he struggles to hold himself back. He can’t form a sentence, not a coherent one at least. “Fuck, it’s.. right there, I’m right there with you baby, just need to see you cum first..”

You gasp, circling your clit now, your orgams right there, needing a little push. “I’m close, m- close too, Jisungie.. where do you wanna cum, baby?” You ask again, knowing it’ll push you over the edge. His eyes are glued to where your finger is sliding in and out, in and out, the wet, obscene sound making his hand slow so he doesn’t cum on the spot.

“I- god, I wanna see it” he groans, the words almost too fast to understand. “Wanna cum on you, right there” his hand grips your thigh, he moves closer, jerking his cock right above your pussy. “Yeah baby?” You coo, your fingers twitching “God, I’m close, baby keep talking” You groan.

“On this little- fuck- this little pussy, please” You want to say he doesn’t need to beg, that he could cum anywhere and you would find it sexy, but the words die in your throat when your orgasm crashes over you, pussy clenching as he watches, his hand speeding up again.

His hips jerk as he watches you, and he lets go of his cock. He didn’t get your permission to do it where he wants. But that doesn’t stop him from cumming, his hips twitching forward, fucking nothing as he cums. “Oh- fuuuck- holy sh-“ he gasps, his hand now continuing to stroke his cock rapidly, working him through it. “Holy shit, y/n, baby I’m sorry, it just-“ “Oh my god. You have no shame at all” He gulps, breathing evening out as he slumps back next to you. He kisses you, and you do, too.

It doesn’t feel akward, the rest of the night. You clean up, let him use your shower. He doesn’t sleep over, even though you told him it’s not a big deal, that it doesn’t need to mean anything. He goes home, texting you when he arrives. It’s perfect. Until it isn’t.

it all started two months ago, when the exact same formation was assembled to delude jeongin into sending you a follow request on instagram. it was, by far, the longest three hours of his life.

after arguments ("HE'S GOING TO SOUND DESPERATE"), insults ("maybe she's into guys who have a bit of loser in them!"), and a near mental-breakdown ("GUYS SO YES OR NO" "YES!" "NO!"), the poor ginger-haired boy was as conflicted as ever to press the not-so-simple blue button.

it's not like you were strangers either — he's definitely made eye contact with you upwards of five times in class! he was basically halfway there! you were falling in love with his charms for sure...

right when jeongin was about to give up and shut down his phone for the day, a notification brought him out of his misery. [@ your name] has requested to follow you.

and the crowd goes WILD!!

claps on the back, wiping fake tears from their faces as the seven other boys embraced one another, as if they were the ones who manifested this absolute alignment of the universe.

jeongin didn't care, nor did he notice, as he was taking a million screenshots of the screen before the notification disappeared. finally liberated from the fear of being accused of instagram stalking, he confirmed your follow and followed you right back — not caring about jisung's protests in the background talking about how he should probably wait a few more minutes. true love doesn't wait, jisung!

but maybe true love does wait. because it has been a whole week since you guys last spoke through instagram, and even that seemed like a stretch for conversation. this was it; jeongin had finally ran out of topics. he had exhausted his (very limited) list of conversation starters — putting his dignity on the line by asking you what the calculus homework was from time to time, stopping only when seungmin laughed at him as he asked the same question for the third time in a week ("DUDE she's going to think you're a D1 slacker").

it doesn't help that your interactions in real life have dwindled as well, other than jeongin's pre-mapped route on campus that allows him to cheerfully wave 'hi!' to you on your way to class. the last time he truly had a conversation with you, you had complimented his shoes (it wasn't the diabolical jurassic stompers 1 2 unbuckle those shoes this time guys trust... or maybe it was) and he had nearly passed out. if he hadn't been keeping his aura in check by monitoring his own movements, he definitely would have stared at you, open-mouthed in shock right then and there.

but that was two weeks ago. the jeongin lore environment is now drier than the sahara desert. we need improvement, now!

so that's how we get seven self-proclaimed top-of-the-line rizz counselors, hooking up jeongin's phone to the television through airplay to cook up something foolproof.

unfortunately for jeongin, there is a lot of debate on what foolproof looks like.

"whatever you do, just don't send the exclamation mark," minho warned.

"i still stand by my 'hi!' idea," felix advised.

a series of "NO!"s were yelled out.

"too simple."

"too bland."

"what about a 'how ya doin?'" chan offered. "with a winky face?"

they all cringed simultaneously.

"by far, that is the worst idea..."

"chan... i think you're in the wrong generation to be giving advice," seungmin deadpanned.

jeongin put his head down. and they said chan was supposed to be the best at this!

"it's time to be a man," changbin laughed, putting both hands on the coffee table. "just be more dominant."

"dOMINANT?!"

and the room erupts in chaos again.

"okay wait, how about you just write her a long, heartfelt message about how you feel about her?" hyunjin cut in, grinning deviously.

the boy looked terrified at the suggestion. "definitely not. that's so out of character for me."

"everything about this is out of character for you," shrugged hyunjin. "look, how about you post a fit check and put some cryptic lyrics over it. it always works, trust."

and that's how the youngest found himself digging through his closet for the most mogalicious outfit he will cook up for 2025.

under usual circumstances, this would've been right up his alley. but the stakes were higher than ever today, and jeongin found himself being rushed with "BROO just take a photo already" after his eighth outfit change of the day to find the best effortlessly-trendy-but-not-too-aloof combination for the most important post of his entire life.

cooking takes time.

hyunjin was nominated to be the designated photographer of the day, clicking the shutter button at millisecond intervals and praying that one of them was the shot. the older boy was having the time of his life, twisting his hand at every angle (while doing dramatic back bends), sniping jeongin like no tomorrow.

"you're doing great sweetie!" minho yelled from the other room.

"how's it going guys?" bang chan peeked through the doorframe, holding the bowl of instant noodles that he had made at the beginning of this makeshift runway show. the noodles have since cooled down, with chan's chopsticks sticking out precariously from the near-empty bowl.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE PLOTTING MY DOWNFALL," jeongin cried, swiping through five consecutive photos of himself mid-blink.

"oh. yikes i really caught you lacking with that one... keep swiping i swear there's beautiful ones too."

it then took fifteen more minutes of jeongin analyzing song lyrics with full rhetorical analysis before he had a postable instagram story. he even recruited seungmin to help him press post.

"AAAND... POSTED!"

and now we wait.

not even a whole minute had passed before you liked his story.

"HOLY SHIT IT'S HAPPENING."

"JEONGIN YOU BETTER LOCK THE FUCK IN."

"that response time is genuinely CRAZY."

then you started typing.

[[your name] sent a message].

the living room exploded with yells, with each member pointing at the tv screen with their own piece of (contradicting) advice.

"OPEN IT OR SHE'LL THINK YOU'RE UNINTERESTED."

"DO NOT OPEN THAT—"

"HE HAS TO."

"THAT'S WHY YOU CAN'T PULL."

"OH SHUT THE HELL UP—"

chan decided to save poor jeongin. scooting over, he told the youngest of the secret method: looking at the preview without opening the message itself.

except that backfired.

because it said 3 new messages. dammit!

ignoring the chaos surrounding him, jeongin's eyes flickered around the room to decide his next move. should he risk it all?

"JUST OPEN IT ALREADY!"

so he did.

and oh my god. this is not real.

"fit is FIREE 🔥🔥"

"as always tbh"

"lock your closet tonight"

your messages rocked jeongin's world, i fear. jeongin's world was also literally being rocked by the sheer decibel level vibrating through the house at that exact moment.

"SHE WANTS YOU," yelled changbin.

felix nodded aggressively. "SHOOT YOUR SHOT NOW."

jeongin looked up, exasperated, with ears burning red. "but. WHAT do i say?!"

"ok look," said minho, swinging his leg over the couch to sit next to the youngest. "she swiped up on your story, which, by the way, has already exceeded my wildest expectations. you can say anything at this point and she'll still be halfway in love with you."

jisung shrugged. "i think you should send 'ouuu do you fw me.'"

"might as well send 'you DON'T pmo ❤️' then as your next message," groaned seungmin.

"yes! and top it off with a 'will you be my huzz ❤️' too!"

"STOP."

"at least i'm offering suggestions—"

jeongin was on his own.

his fingers started typing before he could form coherent thoughts. (thankfully, he did hear bang chan telling him that "whatever you do, just don't stop at liking the message" #blessed him up)

"haha thank you"

"that means a lot to me!"

"also wdym your outfits are crazy good too"

it was a little awkward, a little cute, but very organically jeongin.

"is this tuff," jeongin whispered to chan.

"very," chan affirmed.

the crowd, however, was not impressed.

"we take our eyes off the screen for FIVE seconds and he's already fumbling."

"TRIPLE TEXTING???"

"JEONGIN PAUSE—"

jeongin didn't gaf. because his target audience was REACHED.

the moment he saw you typing, he was back at the edge of his seat. "omg thank you," you sent, before your three typing bubbles appeared again. "funny story but remember the shoes that you wore two weeks ago? i actually got the same one!!"

the word count of your messages (and the shoes comment) made jeongin turn around to the rest of them with a smug smile on his face.

"and you all were massive haters about my footwear," he huffed. (he was hyperventilating)

"HURRY UP AND REPLY, DAMMIT!"

he was too invested. jeongin continued to type. "no way."

minho facepalmed. "and we've entered sahara territory again."

jeongin didn't know what came over him as he typed out the sentence and pressed send. "we could twin if u wanted to hangout sometime??" in fact, he typed it out at record speed just so he wouldn't process his own actions and stop himself from the top 1 riskiest text of his entire lifetime.

the room was silent.

at last, all eight boys huddled around the tv screen froze mid-action, eyes widening as they witnessed what had just been done.

"oh shit," whispered jisung. "we should've went with my idea."

it was agonizing. then eight unison gasps. the typing bubbles were back!

you replied."what about tomorrow?"

jeongin jumped up, staring at the message with wide eyes. then he locked the fuck in. "12 pm?"

ding! "i'm down :)"

and that's how yang jeongin, the youngest of his friend group, secured his first date.

he blinked.

then it hit him.

"oh my god it happened. IT HAPPENED!"

"WE are locked in twin. WE are pulling the huzz."

little did jeongin know, seungmin was recording. the entire time. he's totally playing this at the wedding.