jwon's Gee eff(real!!)🧸💌

Your Monday night was going exactly as planned.

That is to say: fleece blanket burrito, mug of overpriced peach tea, and your three cats—Miso, Tofu, and Mackerel—forming a fluffy cuddle pile on your lap while you rewatched The Cat Returns for the thirtieth time. Nothing could ruin this sacred ritual.

Until something did.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

You stared at your front door like it had personally offended you.

Another knock. Insistent. Urgent. Slightly chaotic. You flinched, displacing Miso, who gave an offended meow and launched herself off your thigh with all the drama of a Shakespearean heroine.

“Coming!” you shouted, tugging your hoodie over your mismatched pajama set. You opened the door—and froze.

There stood Yang Jungwon.

Yes. That Yang Jungwon. The broody, mysterious, top-of-the-class guy from your ethics seminar. He never spoke unless directly called on. He always wore black. He had perfect notes, a perfectly annoying smirk, and a face that should not legally be allowed on a college campus.

And he was soaked to the bone, hair dripping, hoodie clinging to his lean frame, and—most jarringly—holding a yowling orange kitten wrapped in his jacket like a swaddled baby.

You blinked. He blinked back.

Then, softly, with the desperation of a man who had clearly lost all shame:

“Help.”

You slammed the door in his face.

There was a beat of silence.

Then you opened it again, guilt flooding in. “I panicked.”

“No, yeah, I get it.” He looked down at the kitten. “I also panicked.”

You moved aside and let him in. He tracked water onto your rug. Miso growled. Tofu attempted to climb him like a tree. The kitten escaped his jacket and leapt directly into your cereal bowl. Chaos descended immediately.

“Your cats are… lively,” Jungwon said as he tried to prevent Mackerel from stealing his wet sock.

“You brought home a demon in the shape of a kitten,” you shot back, scooping up the orange menace. “Why are you even here?”

He hesitated. Then said:

“I heard you’re the cat girl.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I asked Yunjin from class where I could take him”—he gestured to the now-purring kitten in your arms—“and she said, quote, ‘Try the cat girl. She’ll probably be thrilled.’ Then she gave me your address. So.”

You stared at him.

He stared back. Then added, very seriously: “I don’t know what to do. He was in a storm drain. He followed me for like three blocks. I couldn’t just leave him there, and now he keeps biting me, and my roommate is allergic, and I’m really good with dogs but this thing is built different—”

You watched as the kitten bit his thumb mid-sentence. He winced but kept talking.

“…See?”

You melted.

Because as much as Jungwon looked like he belonged in a luxury perfume ad, the image of him soaked and distressed with a tiny, furious kitten in tow had broken your brain entirely.

“Okay,” you said, suppressing a smile. “I’ll help. But first, we’re giving him a bath.”

He paled. “A what?”

⸻

Turns out, Jungwon was completely useless with cats.

He held the kitten like it was a nuclear bomb. He jumped every time it meowed. He asked—genuinely, in a small, horrified voice—“Do cats like water?”

You had to physically restrain your laughter.

By the time you’d finished drying the kitten off, Miso had decided Jungwon was acceptable company. She curled around his leg and began purring. He looked down at her, stunned.

“…She’s vibrating.”

“That’s purring,” you explained patiently. “It means she likes you.”

He looked so confused. And then… soft. Like he didn’t know how to handle being liked.

Your chest twinged.

You didn’t know much about Jungwon, but something in the way he touched the kitten—gentle, careful, reverent—told you there was a much gentler boy under all that mystery.

“So…” he began. “How many cats do you have?”

“Three. Not counting this one.”

He gave a small smile, eyes crinkling. “Still think I’m the cold, mysterious guy in the corner?”

Your heart stuttered.

Maybe it was the way the kitten nuzzled into his chest. Or how Mackerel was asleep in his lap. Or how he was so soft beneath all that brooding.

Maybe it was the way you couldn’t stop smiling.

“I think,” you said slowly, “you might be one of us.”

He tilted his head. “One of…?”

“The cat people.” You grinned. “You’re one of us now. There’s no going back.”

He blinked. Then laughed—really laughed—and you decided right then:

You were completely doomed.

_______

Jungwon texted you the next morning.

wonie 🐱🍓 [8:17 AM]:

Kitten is alive. Still evil. May need exorcism.

Also, thank you. Really.

YOU [8:21 AM]:

You’re welcome.

He bit your thumb because he loves you.

That’s how cats say “ride or die.”

wonie 🐱🍓 [8:22 AM]:

So romantic.

Also he just peed in my laundry basket

⸻

That was the beginning.

Over the next two weeks, Jungwon appeared in your life like stray fur: suddenly, stubbornly, and everywhere.

He texted you about the kitten (now affectionately named Mugwort, though you insisted that was cursed energy). He stopped by your apartment “just to ask questions,” which somehow turned into late-night tea and your cats climbing into his lap like they’d claimed him. He sent you pictures of Mugwort curled up on his pillow, clawing through his socks, sleeping in his hoodie.

He even asked if you wanted to visit a new café that had cat-shaped macarons. You said yes, because you were weak. And because you liked the way he smiled when Miso sat in his lap and purred like a Harley Davidson.

You still thought he was clueless about cats. Still called him Newbie Cat Dad. Still thought it was adorable that he panicked every time one of your cats sneezed.

And he let you believe it.

⸻

The cat café was on a quiet street tucked between a boba shop and a stationery store, with fairy lights in the window and little paw prints painted on the glass door.

The moment you stepped inside, you gasped.

“They have a calico hammock.” You pointed like you’d discovered treasure. “And—oh my god. Is that a Bengal in a suit?”

Jungwon followed behind you, hands in his hoodie pocket, watching you whirl around with the wide-eyed joy of a child in a candy store. A lazy gray Ragdoll leapt onto your shoulder. You let it stay there like it was a fashion choice.

“You know,” he said, deadpan, “I think you might like cats.”

You grinned at him. “Bold of you to assume.”

You took a seat by the window, brushing off a few stray cat hairs. Jungwon sat across from you, and for a moment, he looked…nervous. Fingers fidgeting in his lap. Eyes flicking to your mouth when you weren’t looking. You didn’t notice any of it. You were too busy making kissy faces at a Siamese kitten doing flips.

“You’re such a natural now,” you teased, nodding toward the tuxedo cat pawing at Jungwon’s elbow. “Remember when you thought cats liked water?”

His ears turned pink. “I was acting under pressure.”

“Sure. Total crisis mode. Very life-or-death.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when I braved your bath-time hellscape to save Mugwort’s life,” he shot back, but his voice was warm. You were both smiling.

The waitress arrived with two matcha lattes topped with cat-shaped foam. Yours had a paw. His had a heart. You pretended not to notice. He pretended not to be staring at you.

“You’ve really gotten attached,” you said softly. “To Mugwort.”

He paused. “I guess I get attached easily.”

Your heart did a weird, inconvenient somersault.

“Hey,” you said suddenly, desperate to fill the silence, “What ever happened to your roommate? The one who’s allergic?”

Jungwon blinked. Then gave a tiny, sly shrug.

“Oh. I… don’t have one.”

You stared. “You what?”

“I live alone.”

“…So you just lied?”

His smile turned secretive. “Technically I omitted.”

You squinted. “But then why did you come to me?”

He met your gaze.

And just like that, everything around you—the cats, the customers, the clinking glasses—blurred into soft background noise.

Jungwon’s voice dropped, low and warm. “Because I wanted to talk to you. And I didn’t know how.”

You blinked. “So… you faked a cat crisis.”

“I didn’t fake it,” he defended, suddenly sheepish. “Mugwort was real. But I might’ve… waited for the right opportunity. Like, maybe I passed your building a few times with him in my hoodie hoping to see you. Not stalkerish, just… statistically persistent.”

You were speechless.

He scratched the back of his neck, now fully pink in the ears. “I figured—worst case, you’d help the kitten. Best case, you’d talk to me. And maybe—maybe you’d let me stay longer.”

“…Jungwon.”

“I know it’s stupid,” he said quickly. “But you were always smiling at cats in class. I liked that. I liked you. I thought if you saw me with one, maybe you’d…”

He trailed off. Voice quiet.

“…see me, too.”

Your heart clenched.

You couldn’t help it—you reached across the table and took his hand. He froze. But he didn’t pull away.

“You idiot,” you said gently. “I already saw you.”

He looked up, eyes wide.

“I saw the guy who stayed up researching wet cat food brands. Who sat through four hours of Ghibli cat movies with me. Who lets Mackerel steal his phone charger and calls Mugwort sir when he bites him.”

You squeezed his hand.

“I liked you before the cats, Jungwon. But the cats helped.”

He smiled—really smiled—and you felt it in your ribs.

“…I have seven,” he said suddenly.

You blinked. “Seven what?”

“Cats.”

You stared.

He braced for impact.

You gasped. “You LIAR.”

“I was scared you’d think it was too much!”

“You—You have a mini zoo!”

“I know!”

You smacked his arm (gently). “You pretended to be a newbie?”

“Technically I’m a veteran cat whisperer,” he said smugly. “But I didn’t want to scare you off.”

You gawked at him. “Jungwon, I have a three-cat council in my apartment that judges my cereal choices. You think seven is gonna scare me?”

“…So you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” You leaned closer. “I want to meet them.”

His eyes sparkled. “You mean it?”

You nodded. “Under one condition.”

“Anything.”

You reached into your bag, pulled out a bright pink cat hoodie (complete with ears), and slid it across the table.

He blinked. “…You’re joking.”

“Real men love cats,” you said sweetly. “Now put it on.”

And to your utter, breath-stealing delight—he did.

⸻

The walk back to your apartment was quiet, warm, and buzzing with something new. The kind of quiet where you didn’t need to talk. Just the shuffle of feet. The purr of contentment.

He held your hand. You let him. You didn’t say anything about it. Neither did he.

Until you stopped by your door. Looked up. Bit your lip.

He stepped closer.

“I’m really glad you brought Mugwort to my door,” you said softly.

“I’m really glad you opened it.”

You smiled.

Then—you kissed him.

Just once. Light. Quick. But full of everything you’d wanted to say since the moment he showed up, soaked and soft and pretending to need help when all he needed was a reason to stay.

He kissed you back. A little longer. A little surer.

And when he pulled away, breathless, he whispered:

“Real men love cats, huh?”

You grinned. “Especially the ones who fake being clueless to impress the cat girl.”

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"I can't believe your roommate is finally out for once. So we can have the evening to ourselves.", you sighed happily as you sat down on the couch in the living room. Jungwon grinned at you. He was amused how easily you could be satisfied.

"Just the two of us for once.", he said and sat down next to you. He pulled you into his arms. You laid your head on his shoulder.

"We can finally watch the movie we've wanted to watch for a long time now. Without Sunoo's interruptions.", you remarked. Sunoo was Jungwon's roommate and he was always so greedy for your attention whenever you were around. But he wasn't there today. It was finally just you and your boyfriend.

"You're right. He's finally not here.", Jungwon chuckled, "Let me just get some snacks first."

You smiled and watched him go to the kitchen. You were happy that you could spend a peaceful evening with him. Finally alone. It was very rare to find the apartment empty while the both of you were free to enjoy it together. Jungwon returned with a bowl of popcorn.

"Here.", he handed it to you.

"Thanks.", you said and placed the bowl on your lap. Jungwon wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. You snuggled up to him.

"I have missed you so much lately. I'm happy that we finally have a few hours for each other.", Jungwon said and stroked over your hair.

"Me too. You've been so busy lately. I miss your kisses and cuddles."

Jungwon pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and looked at you fondly.

"Don't worry. I'll make it up to you.", he promised.

"I will hold you to that.", you smirked at him.

Jungwon leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. You hummed happily. You had missed those soft kisses. He cupped your face and deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Mhm...", you moaned when he slid his tongue into your mouth.

You put the bowl aside and moved onto his lap, straddling him. Your hands wandered into his hair. You gently tugged on his strands and kissed him passionately. Jungwon gripped your hips.

"Y/N...", he panted and pulled away.

"Hm?", you hummed and started placing kisses on his neck. You sucked on the sensitive skin and left a hickey behind.

"Let's continue this somewhere else. It's not comfortable on the couch.", he said.

"But I'm comfy here...", you mumbled against his neck. Your hand innocently rubbing over his hard dick. Jungwon bit his lip and moaned. He loved it when you were needy like this.

"Okay... let's stay here then.", he breathed out. You grinned victoriously. Je was like putty in your hands. You leaned back down and reconnected your lips with his. You rubbed your crotch over his bulge. Jungwon let his hands slide underneath your shirt. You sighed softly and pressed yourself closer against him. His hands cupped your breasts and he kneaded them softly.

"Jungwon...", you moaned.

"Mhm... so beautiful, Y/N...", he whispered.

You pulled away from his lips and took off your shirt. Jungwon licked his lips. You were so gorgeous. He pushed you down on the couch. He was hovering over you. He leaned down to press soft kisses on your neck. His lips wandered further down to your collarbone.

"Jungwon...", you mumbled. He hummed and let his hands wander underneath your skirt. He hooked his fingers on the hem of your panties and pulled them down. You shivered. The cold air hitting your wet pussy.

"So wet for me already...", Jungwon mumbled and stroked over your folds, "My pretty girl is always so ready for me."

You moaned and spread your legs wider. Jungwon slipped a finger inside of you. You bucked your hips up.

"More, please... give me more.", you begged.

Jungwon inserted another finger and slowly thrusted in and out. You gripped the couch cushion. His long slender fingers always felt so good. They knew exactly what they had to do. He added a third one and fucked you faster with his fingers. You arched your back and moaned.

"Jungwon~!"

He curled his fingers and rubbed over your sweet spot. Your pussy was leaking around his fingers. He was going to make you come soon. He pulled out his fingers. You whined at the sudden emptiness.

When you look at his face in confusion, you noticed that his eyes weren't focused on you. He was looking at something behind you. You turned your head and saw that Sunoo was standing in the door frame. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You quickly covered your chest.

"Oh shit. Sorry. I'm leaving again!", Sunoo said and quickly turned around.

"Sunoo!", Jungwon called him.

Sunoo stopped in his tracks and hesitantly turned around again. You could see how flushed his face was. He had never seen you in a situation like this before. You were always shy and quiet. Sunoo had only known the polite side of you.

"Um... what?", he asked and tried to avoid looking at your naked form.

"Don't go.", Jungwon told him, "You're gonna join us."

"W-what?", Sunoo and you asked in unison. You looked at Jungwon in shock. What was he planning?

"I said, you're joining us, Sunoo.", Jungwon said more firmly.

"What?!", you and Sunoo said again.

"Are you deaf? That's what I said. And don't act so surprised. You have a crush on Y/N since the first time you met her.", Jungwon stated. Your eyes widened. Sunoo had a crush on you?

"N-no... that's not true. I don't-", Sunoo denied. He was beet red in the face.

"You're lying.", Jungwon cut him off, "So stop trying to deny it. I know you want her. You're not slick."

"Well, but... I mean-", Sunoo stammered, "Isn't she your girlfriend? I don't think it's okay to-"

"Stop acting so innocent.", Jungwon interrupted him, "You have a huge hard-on right now."

Sunoo looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. He was so embarrassed. He quickly crossed his hands over his groin, trying to hide his boner. You giggled in amusement. Sunoo was so cute. He looked at you with big pleading eyes. You gave him a reassuring smile.

"Come here, Sunoo.", you patted the free spot next to you on the couch, "You don't have to be embarrassed. It's okay."

"B-but... she's your girlfriend.", Sunoo insisted. He really didn't want to mess up your relationship.

"So? You have a crush on her. I'm okay with that.", Jungwon said, "And Y/N doesn't mind. Right, baby?", he asked you and winked.

You nodded, "Yeah, it's okay with me if it's okay with you, Jungwon."

"See? We're both okay with it. So come here.", Jungwon said and patted the spot next to you. Sunoo gulped. He still didn't know how he felt about this. But he knew he was too turned on to deny it any longer. He was so hard right now.

Sunoo hesitantly came over to the couch. He sat down next to you. You gave him a seductive smile. Sunoo shivered and looked at his feet. You gently took his chin in your hand and made him look at you. He gasped when you pulled him down and kissed him. He hesitantly kissed you back. Your tongue slid inside his mouth and he moaned into the kiss. Your tongue battled for dominance, which you won in no time.

You pulled back and pressed your lips onto his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. Sunoo groaned.

"Ah-", he moaned when you sucked particularly hard.

"It's okay to touch me too, if you want to.", you said against his skin, "You can touch me anywhere you want. Just don't be shy."

"O-okay... uhm...", Sunoo hesitated.

"Let me help you then.", you said and pushed him down on the couch. You straddled him and grinded down onto his crotch. Sunoo's hands immediately went to your ass. You hummed approvingly. You grinded down harder onto his groin, making him moan in response. You pressed soft kisses along his neck and chest. He was already a panting mess beneath you.

Jungwon was watching the two of you with an aroused gaze. You looked so good on top of Sunoo. His dick twitched in his pants. You turned your head towards him and beckoned him over. He didn't hesitate to move towards you. You pulled him into a searing kiss and started to rub his dick through his pants.

"Ah, Y/N... you're so hot when you're dominating someone.", Jungwon mumbled against your lips.

You chuckled, "So you like to watch?", you asked him and started kissing along his jawline. You gently nibbled on his earlobe and gave it a light tug.

"Mhm...", Jungwon moaned.

"Tell me what you want to see.", you whispered seductively in his ear, "I'll give you a show." Jungwon whined at your words. You were always so hot when you talked dirty.

"I want to see you riding his cock.", Jungwon groaned out, "You look so good on top of him." You smirked and turned back towards Sunoo. You kissed him hard on the lips.

"Let me ride you, baby.", you said. Sunoo nodded immediately and eagerly pulled down his pants and boxers. His dick was already dripping pre-cum.

You pulled your skirt off and straddled him. His dick brushed against your wet core. You whimpered in pleasure. You took Sunoo's dick in your hand and rubbed it over your folds. You slid him inside of you. You let your head fall back and moaned loudly.

"F-fuck...", you cursed and slowly rode him.

"Oh god, you feel so good.", Sunoo moaned and grabbed your hips, "I have dreamed about this for so long."

You groaned and moved faster.

"Yeah... you have thought about fucking me?", you asked with a teasing tone in your voice.

"Yes... so many times. I have wanted to be between those lovely thighs for so long.", Sunoo confessed.

"That's so cute. You're such a pervert, Sunoo.", you teased.

"I-I'm sorry.", he quickly apologized.

"I like it. You can be as perverted as you want with me.", you said, "I like when my boys are greedy for me." You leaned forward and gave him a passionate kiss. You sucked on his bottom lip. Sunoo's hands gripped your ass even tighter.

"Ah, Y/N...", he groaned.

You moved up and down his length faster, fucking him harder. His cock was hitting all the right spots inside of you.

"I'm gonna come soon, Y/N...", Sunoo warned you. You grinned and slowed down a bit. You didn't want him to come yet. You wanted him to last a little longer. You slowed down your movements and let your hands wander over his chest.

"Why are you slowing down?", Sunoo whined, "Don't tease me. Please, keep going."

"So needy.", you laughed and continued riding him. Sunoo was a moaning mess beneath you.

"You're taking me so well, Sunoo.", you said.

"S-so tight.", Sunoo groaned.

You leaned back down and kissed him passionately. You were getting close to your climax as well.

"I'm close, baby.", you panted, "I'm so close."

Sunoo groaned and bucked his hips upwards, meeting your thrusts. You moved faster.

"Shit, Sunoo!", you moaned and came around his cock. Sunoo kept pounding into you, chasing his own release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...", he chanted.

"Come for me, Sunoo. Come on, baby.", you said and bounced up and down his cock faster. You wanted to help him reach his release.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah! Y/N, I'm coming! I'm coming!", Sunoo moaned.

He came hard and shot his seed inside of you. You gasped when you felt him filling you up.

"Mhm, so much... it's so warm inside of me.", you sighed and giggled softly. Your gaze meeting Jungwon's. He was looking at you with lust filled eyes. He was palming his hard dick through his pants.

"Don't you wanna get out of these clothes, Jungwon?", you asked and stood up. You walked over to him. He didn't respond and just kept looking at you with dark eyes.

"Jungwon...", you said and straddled him. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him. Jungwon hummed against your lips and wrapped his arms around you.

"Did you enjoy the show, babe?", you asked him.

"So much.", Jungwon groaned and pulled you closer, "You were so fucking hot, Y/N."

"I know.", you laughed.

You got off his lap and knelt down between his legs. You opened his belt and unzipped his pants.

"Let me help you with this...", you said. You pulled down his pants and boxers. Jungwon's hard cock sprang free. It was rock hard and already dripping.

"Poor baby...", you cooed, "You have been so neglected until now."

You leaned forward and licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. Jungwon shuddered in pleasure. You licked up his length and sucked the tip into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his cock.

"Oh god, Y/N...", Jungwon breathed out, "So good, baby."

You took him further into your mouth and started bobbing your head up and down. Jungwon's hands went to your hair. He grabbed a fistful and tugged on your strands. You groaned and looked up at him. Your eyes were filled with tears.

"You're such a pretty girl, Y/N.", Jungwon praised. You blushed.

"My perfect baby...", Jungwon continued praising.

Your hand wandered to his balls and gently fondled them. Jungwon moaned loudly and tightened his grip on your hair.

"I'm gonna come, baby. I'm so close.", he warned.

You picked up your pace and took him as far down as possible. Jungwon threw his head back and moaned loudly. He came hard in your mouth. You swallowed every drop of his cum and licked him clean. Jungwon looked down at you with a blissed out expression.

"Thank you, Y/N. That was amazing.", he praised. You blushed and gave him a sweet smile.

"Of course, baby. Anything for you.", you said.

Jungwon leaned forward and kissed you passionately. You hummed against his lips and deepened the kiss. His hands travelled over your naked body. You felt goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

"We should go shower, Y/N. All three of us. Then we'll get you something to eat.", Jungwon said and smiled at you lovingly.

"Okay, let's go."

You stood up and helped him get up as well. Jungwon's hands roamed your body and stopped on your butt. He gave it a soft squeeze. You yelped in surprise.

"Your butt is so nice and round, baby.", Jungwon whispered and slapped your ass.

"Jungwon, stop. Let's go shower. And no funny business!", you warned him.

"Fine, fine. I'm not the one who initiated things today anyway.", he chuckled.

You walked towards the bathroom and Jungwon followed you closely behind. When you looked at Sunoo, he was still sitting on the couch.

"Sunoo, are you coming?", you called.

"I- uh...", Sunoo stuttered.

"Are you embarrassed? Why are you acting so shy now? You just had your dick inside me.", you laughed, "Don't tell me, you're not comfortable showering with me and Jungwon."

"O-of course not. I'm not uncomfortable. But... isn't this a little weird?", he asked and fidgeted with his hands.

"Why is it weird?", Jungwon asked him, "You had fun, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah...", Sunoo replied, "It's just that you two are dating and I... I'm not supposed to-"

"We already talked about this.", Jungwon interrupted him, "And I told you it's okay. It doesn't bother us. So what's the problem? It's not like we're having an open relationship. This is an exception. And only for today. If you want, we can forget about it and go back to how it was before. Or if you want to join us again, that's okay too."

"I- uhm... I think I want to join you. If you'll have me again.", Sunoo said.

"Then come over here and shower with us.", you smiled.

Sunoo nodded and joined the two of you in the bathroom. The shower was big enough for the three of you.

yang jungwon is like a jealous cat. he hates other men approaching his person. his round eyes will sharpen to blades and pierce anyone who dares approach (y/n). his hand will find home around her waist, hip or even shoulder just to show everyone she already has a pet. and if they still don't get it, he might just hiss.

yang jungwon is like a cat, through and through. and just like cats, he can be a teensy bit…cunning.

…

……

jungwon didn’t like what he saw.

his typically soft, playful eyes turned sharp and glaring at the scene he witnessed in front of him. even with the heavy rain that blurred his surroundings into splashes of colour and indistinguishable shapes, he could skillfully recognize (y/n) who was leaned against a lamp post with a man practically sucking her face off.

his hands traveled the surface of her clothes—clawing and pulling at the wet fabric—with the clear intent of wanting to just rip it off. thankfully, he still had some public decency and had left them on.

when they finally pulled away, jungwon’s seething breaths hitched momentarily at the sight of (y/n)’s radiant smile and it was as if she stood under a spotlight. with the moonlight that shone on her glistening skin and sparkling eyes, it pained him to see how gleeful she seemed to be with another beside him.

and he hated it. with all his heart and being.

his knuckles turned as white as a sheet as his fingers tightened around his now dripping wet phone with a screen flashing a bright blue dot on a map that marked (y/n)’s location.

so…this is why she hadn’t answered his texts.

no matter. just like the other boys she fooled around with, he’ll just be another toy she’ll cast aside.

—

that was a week ago and now, jungwon’s enjoying his little ‘won and (y/n)’ saturday sleepover with his head on her lap, her playing with his fluffy blonde hair while they’re both watching the show playing on TV.

it’s peaceful and lighthearted until the girl sharply clicks her tongue—grabbing the attention of the young man on her lap. he flips onto his back to look up at her who’s scowling at her phone.

“what’s up?” he asks, blinking with wide curious eyes.

the girl sighs before throwing her gadget aside. “just another guy who bailed. seriously, what is it these days? all the guys i reach out to always agree at first but then after we confirm the plans, they suddenly ‘can’t make it’ because of some sh!tyy excuse or whatever.”

she groans and lets her head fall back against the couch, her hand also dropping from his fluffy locks. “it’s been so long since i got laid. am i not pretty enough or something?”

jungwon gasps at that, more offended than she is and he quickly clasps her hand in his. “you’re the prettiest, (y/n). the most beautiful person i know inside and out. they’re the ones who are jerks.”

(y/n) chuckles at this and looks down at him who’s smiling up at her almost expectantly, as if hoping for validation or praise. she shakes her head with endearment before using her other hand to brush his bangs back. “but of course, you’d say that, wonnie.”

“i mean it, though,” he claims and he does—with his whole chest and existence. “you’re so breathtaking that i forget to even breathe sometimes. not that i need to.”

“yeah? why’s that?”

“all i need is you~” jungwon sings with his lips puckering exaggeratedly to elongate the ‘you.’

the other scoffs instantly at that and pushes his face away before immediately pulling back with a screech when she feels something wet and warm slide against her palm.

“yang jungwon! did you lick me??” she exclaims, flabbergasted, and yet the other only giggles playfully with a wiggle of his brows as he sits up.

“your hand lotion smells sweet,” he reasons and her brows jump with disbelief.

with a scrunched face, she dries her wet hand on his sleeve with a rough swipe. “it doesn’t mean it’ll taste nice!”

jungwon disagrees though. and he’s not afraid to show that by tilting his head with a frown of disagreement. “you always taste nice.”

(y/n)’s opportunity to retort is stripped away by him whose face is suddenly inches away from her as his eyes flicker between hers before zoning down at her mouth.

her breaths hitch when his own fans her lips and his tongue darts out to flick at the rosy nubs. “jungwon—”

“kiss?” he hums quietly and at the sight of it still closed tight, he draws closer with a little huff while his hand gently paws at her lap. “please? won wants kiss…”

(y/n) can feel her resolve shattering at his small pleas and she parts her lips to which he instantly dives into.

he doesn’t spare a second to practically feast on her in a messy choreography—tongues tangling, breaths blending and saliva stringing—and the intensity of it all shocks her, especially so when he straddles her.

thinking back, all of this started a week ago. she’s not sure what exactly sparked it but long story short, (y/n)’s apartment door had been rung incessantly and the moment she peeked through the eyehole, she was overrun with both worry and horror at the sight of a completely soaked jungwon standing outside her door.

various questions filled her head. what was he doing out in the rain nearing midnight? why was he at her door?

sure, she too herself had just come home an hour ago after a hooking up with some guy but that was her. a norm. jungwon? goody-two-shoes jungwon to be out of bed, out in the rain, soaked head-to-toe and not to mention, drunk??

something was definitely up. and that very same time was when jungwon started asking for kisses, saying something along the lines of “need to… need to clean…”

and if doing it was the only way to get him to calm down, she’d do anything.

at the end though, what she thought was a one time thing, a mistake by his drunken self, was actually some sort of new ‘diet’ jungwon had. something he had to have each day. something he began to shamelessly ask for.

and deep within (y/n)’s twisted little self, she reveled in the way he seemed to yearn for her kisses. like she was his lifeline. of course, she’s rational enough to not let it go beyond the line.

as if that would make it better.

“jungwon, kitty,” she calls after pulling away and the nickname makes him gasp softly as he shudders on her lap. growing up, he had a habit of sinking his teeth into things and (y/n)’s always the main victim. the fact that this knowledge is personal between them makes it so intimate, so special that he just can’t help but preen whenever he hears the name.

“hm?” he hums whilst nosing her cheeks and leaving soft butterfly kisses on her face.

her hand moves to gently push him away by the chest just so they can properly see one another. “what happened that day?“

he freezes, nervous gaze flicking between hers before looking down. he can’t tell her that he used their little friendship necklace that doubles as safety trackers because she wasn’t answering his texts. he can’t tell her that he saw her making out with some other dude and nearly lost his mind when he saw that she liked it. he can’t tell her that he practically had to drink himself away just so he could forget and not tear the man’s head off his neck.

so instead, he says, “i was just stressed. everything…everything is just overwhelming.”

good job, jungwon, he pats himself in the back. playing the typical overworked uni student will always be believable.

he throws in a small pout as his brows raise and dip at the ends and he knows she’s bought it when a soft coo sounds and her fingers start to play with the hair on his nape.

won simply melts at the touch, leaning slightly and baring his neck as he sighs dreamily.

“so is that what this is? your stress reliever?” (y/n) refers to the kisses.

he stays silent for an unnoticeable second. if he had to be completely honest, the kisses are because he wants to wipe off whatever filth was left behind by that man that kissed her.

but stress reliever isn’t precisely wrong he suppose. her lips are to die for. she is to die for.

he nods softly and curls himself into her—arms wrapping around her waist as his head rests in the crook of her neck—and he nuzzles to drown himself in her sweet, soothing scent.

his knees lock around her hips as his tongue flicks out to lick stripes against the skin of her neck and his ears perk at the sound of her giggles.

“that tickles,” she comments with a light jerk when he nips.

he smiles.

yeah, just this is fine for now.

—

no.

nonononononono no!

this isn’t supposed to happen!

jungwon stares with horror at the scene unfolding in front of him.

she’s back with that rodent. that…that little pest! how dare he crawl his way back to her?? after all i’ve done to make sure he stays away—

“jungwon!” (y/n)’s chirpy voice fishes him out of the depths of his rapidly darkening thoughts but he still can’t manage to put on a smile when his one and only comes up to him with her arm linked in another’s. “i thought you said had no class today.”

jungwon forces himself to form a small grin, enough to at least make him seem unsuspicious but not at the very least welcoming to the third party. “oh, i don’t! but i had to drop off an assignment.”

(y/n) nods at this and immediately gestures to her…company. “this is minoo. i’ve told you about him.”

yes, you did, won thinks bitterly in his head, teeth gritting beneath his strained smile. he’s a nasty waste of spa—

“jungwon, right? (y/n)’s told me about you too,” minoo says with a hand offered for a shake. the former’s feline eyes are quick to follow his motions before tracking back up to his gaze. with a small nod, he accepts his handshake—only by the tips of his fingers before having to physically restrain himself from shuddering. “said to me that you’re her childhood friend. hard to believe honestly.”

his comment vexes him and a dark brow arches up challengingly on jungwon’s face.

“why’s that?” he hisses and (y/n)’s quick to notice but says nothing. he’s always been defensive about their relationship. always the first to claw and hiss whenever someone makes an off-putting remark.

minoo doesn’t seem at all deterred and if anything, he seems more amused about it. a cocky chuckle sounds and he tilts his head—mockingly, won might add—before clicking his tongue. “oh, nothing. you guys are so…different. i get it, opposites attract and all but you know well yourself, she’s way better with someone like me than well…you.”

the girl’s eyes widen twice their size, ready to pull won away from spitting venom through his teeth which might end with some of them falling off by minoo’s fist if she might add.

but in contrary to her expectations, he…

drop!

the first of many tears cascade down his rosy cheek down to the dry cement below them before they thicken to streams.

“jungwon,” she gasps and reaches forward to cup his face that quickly turns flushed as he sniffles, turning his head to hide within her cold palm.

“i know…i know that,” he chokes out when he pulls away with a rushed inhale. his red-rimmed, brimming eyes staring straight at minoo with contempt and yet, defeat. “i know she’ll never choose me but, it’s not wrong of me to keep hoping! it’s…it’s not wrong… it’s not wrong to wish and hold on... it’s not wrong…”

hearing that confession spill from his trembling lips strikes a cord in her—an epiphany—and her eyes travel across his face for a moment, taking his raw emotion in all his entirety before taking a step back.

jungwon almost stops crying instantly at the loss of her touch and he looks up with confusion as she backs away to minoo’s side once again. “(y/n)…?”

“i shouldn’t have let it go this far,” is all she mutters and she doesn’t spare a moment for him to stop her when she suddenly spins on her heels while dragging minoo away with.

his tears dried instantly as alarms blare in his ears incessantly.

you’re losing her, jungwon.

what did you do? you ruined it!

“w-wait!” jungwon calls out, voice cracking but she ignores. not a single pause or glance.

she’s going further away, jungwon. you’re losing her. she hates you now. you’ve done it.

“i’m sorry! i-it was all my fault, i—!”

he gulps harshly. his throat’s too dry from having to strain himself to cry—to act like a meek, broken lamb. he never thought it would backfire.

and now he’s actually crying.

his arm outstretches towards her, wanting to keep up but he knows that going after her is going to escalate everything. he knows her enough to know that if his tears don’t work, nothing will.

but what else can he do??

you’re losing her. you arelosing her. youarelosingher. losingherlosinglosinglosingherlosingher—

you lost her.

jungwon heaves, chest too heavy and breathing suddenly all too laborious as he clutches his chest through his shirt. he watches with a trampled spirit and weeping eyes as her figure diminishes further and further away.

“i lost her.”

—

—-

——

jungwon’s not easily deterred. like a cat, he’s stubborn. like a cat, he has claws to sink.

he leans against the jagged stone wall of the dark alley. his black hood’s pulled up over his head while his hand is stuffed in his dark cargo pants, the other spinning around his phone between his fingers deftly.

it’s in the dead of the night in a place so quiet it’s unnerving, a striking contrast from the usually busy city. footsteps sound and they begin to echo the deeper they venture into the alley.

jungwon’s ears perk and eyes lift from the ground to the wall in front of him—sharpening to a glare the moment a figure steps between.

“i knew there had to be something wrong under that innocence face you play,” minoo chuckles with amusement. his brows raise with a daring smirk. “how’d you get my number, huh?”

“(y/n)’s phone. she doesn’t change her passcode,” jungwon casually replies and the other scoffs.

“really? thought you guys don’t talk anymore after your whole… crying fest.”

“i’ve had it for a while. just in case.”

“wah… so you’re a real creep, aren’t ya? and she trusts you wholeheartedly. you should’ve seen how she practically tore herself knowing how she ‘broke’ you,” minoo comments and leans against the opposing wall with his chin raised high. “fvck, it was such a bother. couldn’t even do anything with her being such a party pooper.”

“watch your mouth,” jungwon hisses as his hands curl at his sides, teeth gritted.

minoo raises his own hands in false surrender. “hey, don’t act like you’re such a saint. after all, we both know that you slashed my tires when i was about to go on that date with (y/n).”

the other says nothing to this—no confirmation, no refute—and minoo scoffs. he pushes himself off the wall and brings his face near him, grinning ear to ear. “hey, say something won’t you? why’d even ask to meet if you’re gonna stay mute like a little pussy?”

again, jungwon stays quiet—but just for a good moment. “stay away from (y/n). she deserves someone better than you.”

“yeah? like who? you?” minoo scoffs and tilts his head tauntingly.

won’s fists grow taut, nails digging into his palms as they tremble but again, he doesn't voice an answer. "just stay away."

minoo clicks his tongue and he leans back, now more annoyed than he is amused. he drops his head low as his eyes glare into the other's. "and if i don't?"

then without warning, jungwon smacks himself across the face—shocking the other and minoo straightens with eyes popping—but he doesn't stop once, no. he does it again, again and again from various different angles until his lips are cut and bleeding.

"what the fvck, man?? the hell are you doing?!” min bursts, both weirded out and unnerved.

“what i have to,” won replies almost monotonous and he grunts when he slams himself against the brick wall behind him—harsh. he repeats it, back of his skull knocking against the jagged stone with a clear ‘THUD!’ and his vision blackens for a moment as head spins.

he hisses and brows knit, clearly in pain as he stumbles from the momentary dizziness but he’s swift to turn around just to smash his forehead against the serrated screen from years of neglect.

“STOP IT, MAN!” minoo finally shouts, clearly perturbed and terrified and he grapples his shoulder to pull him away.

but jungwon doesn’t stop. not yet.

just when minoo manages to yank him a good distance away, he leaps straight back into the wall like he’s trying to materialize through it—like a madman. a self-destructive maniac.

“FINE! FINE! I’ll leave her alone so just stop acting like some fvcking psycho, dude!” minoo finally yields, face pale and breaths shallow from the anxiety as he watches jungwon continue to ruin himself like a brainless zombie.

he was ruthless—bashing his head against the brick wall, smashing himself against it as if daring it to crumble if not him first and fingers pounding and clawing, leaving traces of blood from the torn, tattered tips. he was brutal, unforgiving and yet, he’s grinning through it all.

he turns around with a stagger, panting heavily as he lifts his focus to him. minoo’s petrified at the crazed look in his bulging, widened eyes and the unnatural spread of his bloody lips from ear to ear is near predatory—devilish.

minoo’s insides are near to leaping out of his skin but he relents—standing frozen as jungwon approaches.

the latter rests a hand on the other’s shoulder and he tilts his head. the blood dripping from his temple drops onto the hard ground and his tongue swipes against the oozing red on his busted bottom lip. “i trust you will as i hope you’ll be smarter.”

he then tucks his hand into minoo’s hoodie’s pocket and fishes out his handphone with a screen lit by the clear recording symbol. the owner freezes, not expecting for jungwon to find out.

the latter ends the tape before permanently deleting it from his phone and waving it at the side of his face. “smarter than this.”

no matter how unassuming it sounds, chills runs down min’s spine. it feels like a threat—one that’s grim, that’s written in blood. deadly. and he shudders when won’s feline eyes glint with a foxy intent—quickly snatching his phone back before stuffing it into his jeans.

“whatever…” minoo mutters and rushes out the alley, leaving jungwon alone in the haunting darkness. one that seemed to emanate from him.

won breathes heavily as his vision blurs—the blood loss and heavy hits he took starting taking a toll on him. but he can’t lose himself, not yet.

he takes out his phone and clicks on a number, hearing it dial for a few times before the other line answers.

“jungwon? it’s so late, why are you—”

jungwon coughs harshly and wheezes after, putting on his best performance in exaggerating his wounds—not that he’s not severely hurt but he’d be lying if he said it’s unbearable. he’d rather have this pain a million times than the pain of losing (y/n).

“h-help…” he croaks. “minoo—!”

CRACK!

he drops his phone onto the stone floor and smiles when he hears her panicked voice screaming through the phone—asking where he is and if he’s fine before ultimately rushing out her door.

jungwon sighs contentedly and sits himself on the ground. his eyes rake over the wall painted with his blood before at the torn, grated skin on the bloody tips of his fingers.

now, he waits.

—

a week has passed since then.

minoo, the ‘perpetrator,’ is a serving time at a correctional facility for his ‘acts of violence.’ while the ‘victim,’ jungwon, is almost healed up and had been released from the hospital to instead rest up at home with a pardon from school.

and (y/n)? she’s been taking time off just to nurse after him, much to his utmost delight.

she has been going above and beyond for him due to her guilt—apologizing profusely for letting minoo in her life and undoubtedly bringing him to jungwon. and won, of course, always denies it, saying “it’s not your fault! it never is!” because truthfully, it isn’t.

it’s his. minoo didn’t even lay a hand on him. he was the one who damaged himself but they will never know that, will they?

not when his little friendship necklace with (y/n) that doubles as a tracker was found in minoo’s hoodie. imagine her shock and horror when she went out to find jungwon only for her to be lead to minoo.

but the anger she portrayed after, it was a sight to behold, the police were called and so was the ambulance after they found out jungwon’s location from minoo.

he claimed innocent. begging and pleading to be heard.

“it wasn’t me! he was insane!” “he kept running through the wall! punched himself and all!” “i’m the victim! h-he must have snuck that necklace into my pocket!”

how pitiful.

jungwon wished he could’ve been there to see it.

“how do you feel, baby? need something else?” (y/n) asks with utmost care as her hand brushes back his bangs.

jungwon purrs, pushing his head into her touch. “no, i’m okay. thank you for taking care of me.”

(y/n) stares at him as he clings to her, his pretty, doe eyes blinking at her like she’s his world, his saviour, his reason for living. he looks at her like she’s his world.

and she knows it’s her doing. she should’ve cut things short but she had been selfish.

“don’t…don’t thank me,” she quietly says, remorseful, and jungwon’s sparkly eyes soften as they study her grey mien before he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“lie with me?” he invites and she nods with a soft smile—joining him on his bed and tucking herself into his arms that gladly scoop her up.

he pats her back and strokes the back of her head. they revel in the peaceful silence and warmth that envelope them—one indulging in it much more than the other with a lovesick grin on his face and hearts glowing in his eyes.

“i don’t need anything else. i just need you,” jungwon mumbles into her hair and she chuckles. “like our promise.”

his words linger in the air for a moment before she sits up, a hand on his chest while the other props her up on her side to look at him.

“promise?”

won meets her gaze and nods. “back then, we promised to stay together forever. that’s why we got those tracking necklaces—so we can always find our way to each other more matter where we are.”

his words rekindles the memory in her head and her brows knit with guilt.

“you still remember?” she croaks, tears brimming and jungwon’s swift to bring his thumb up to wipe away a stray tear of hers.

“of course, i do. i remember everything about you—about us,” he says without a single doubt and sits up to hold her face. he bends down slightly to meet her height. “hey, hey… don’t cry. please, don’t cry. you’ll hurt your eyes again. shh, shh…”

he hugs her close and pushes her head gently to rest it on his shoulder—biting his lip when she brings herself closer to burrow into the crook of his neck. “i remember because well… i’ve always believed that i will stay with you—then, now and forevermore. promises aren’t meant to be broken. so you’ll stay with me, won’t you?”

“i will. i will, jungwon. and i’m so so sorry it took me so long to see that. to say this to you,” (y/n) sobs against him and he coos among comforting hushes as he pats her back.

“don’t be sorry. you don’t have to apologize for anything,” jungwon assures, his voice lulling and he presses a warm, lingering kiss on her temple. “in my eyes, you can do no wrong. you can slap me, kick me, stab me with a knife if you wish but as long as i know it’s your hand that’s holding it, i’ll gladly let it pierce my heart. you’re my everything, (y/n). i hope you know that.”

her cries only heighten at his genuine confession, heart aching like it’s breaking as tears overflow at the uncritical fondness he holds for her.

if she wasn’t in his embrace, she’s sure she would have shattered into pieces like fragile ceramic—completely oblivious to the wicked, toxic thoughts that fill her little angel’s head the longer he has her in his arms.

at this point, if she knew he was the one who baited minoo into a bear trap, made him watch as he thoroughly crushed and bled himself to the point of minoo’s mental ruin, snuck his necklace into his hoodie and called (y/n) for the fantastic finale, she’s still gonna think that jungwon did it for a good cause.

because just as he sees (y/n) as the embodiment of perfection, she now sees him as a poor, pathetic lamb who can do no sin—a saint.

and along with the guilt that now haunts her, he’s permanently tethered her to his side.

"You know I can't," you sigh, smoothing his hair. "Not all of us have hefty trust funds to live off of, baby." He glares at the ceiling like it’s the cause of his current dilemma. "I could get a job."

"You say that every morning."

"I mean it this time."

You snort. "No, you don't."

He whines low in his throat and buries his face in your chest like that might convince you to stay. You've already brushed your teeth, packed your bag, and you're half in your blazer, but none of that matters to him. Not when he's in one of his moods. “I’ll give you my trust fund”.

"What am I supposed to do without you?" he mutters lower. "It's so boring here."

"I gave you a list yesterday," you remind him, amused. "Read, walk the dog, go to the gym—"

"Don't wanna." He shakes his head.

"You could finally try that art class you signed up for."

He glares harder. "Don't wanna." You sigh, and he just clings tighter. "You don't even like your job that much," he adds softly. "You always come home exhausted."

Yeah. Because he drains you first.

You think of last night, how you came home late, still in your pencil skirt and heels, barely even through the front door before he had you pressed to the couch. Clutching your waist and mouthing at your neck. Humping your thigh like a dog in heat, whining against your shoulder that he missed you so bad it hurt.

You didn't even get to change or take your clothes off first. He came in his boxers while you were still wearing your work blouse.

You never said it out loud, but you liked him that desperate and shameless. And now here he is, wrapped around you like a koala, soft and whiny and impossibly hard through his briefs. You glance down and sure enough, he's already grinding against your hip, like he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

"Jungwon."

He blinks up at you, already breathless. "Just a little. Please?"

"I'm in a rush."

"You always say that."

"Because I am."

He whines again, rutting up helplessly. "I can't help it," he breathes. "You smell so good and your skin's soft and I miss you. So much. I didn't even sleep right."

"I was literally in bed next to you."

"Yeah, but not in me."

You choke on a laugh. "You're unbelievable."

He whimpers as you pull away, chasing you with his arms and his hips. "Can you at least let me finish on your thigh again? Just—just real quick, promise."

You raise a brow. "You came on me twice yesterday."

"I know." His voice dips into a whine, so pretty and pathetic it almost makes you cancel your whole day. "But it's morning now. And I'm lonely."

You sigh and zip your skirt up. “No baby, I have to go” you say kissing his forehead and leaving the room.

Jungwon knew you weren't supposed to come home until five. It's barely noon right now and you only stopped by to grab your laptop bag you left on the kitchen counter, maybe heat up some leftovers too. Definitely not to find Jungwon sprawled out on the couch like a goddamn heathen, shirtless, flushed, panting, with one of your panties bunched in his fist and another stretched over his nose.

You freeze in the doorway and he doesn't even notice.

He's too far gone, hips jerking up into his slick palm, whining under his breath like he's in pain. "Baby," he moans, high and broken. "Miss you so much. Smell so fucking good, fuck—"

Your eyes flicker to the kitchen counter. Your work blazer from yesterday is crumpled there, and your laptop bag is open beside it. You left it this morning and he rummaged through your shit like a pervert, looking for God knows what.

You take one quiet step forward watching him gasp, rutting faster, shameless and soaked, cock flushed and twitching in his hand. "Can't do anything when you're not here," he pants. "Can't fucking think. Just need you so bad, I—I can't—fuck, please—"

"Please what?"

His eyes fly open. And instead of covering himself or scrambling for an excuse, Jungwon just whimpers.

"Oh my god," he breathes. "You're here."

"Yeah," you say dryly. "Caught red-handed. Or should I say—"

"Don't say it," he groans, cheeks pink but not stopping for one second. "God, don't say it or I'll cum."

You raise a brow, folding your arms. "You're disgusting."

"I know," he gasps, biting his lip as his hips stutter. "I missed you so much, needed your scent, your voice, your everything—please baby, don't go back yet, I'll be good, I swear—"

"You call this good?"

He nods frantically. "I didn't cum yet."

"Not for lack of trying."

You stride forward, snatch the panties off his nose, and press your knee between his legs. He keens immediately, already grinding up against it like last night.

"Want it here again?" you murmur.

"Yes. Yes please—fuck, yes—"

You smile. "Five minutes, actually no. Lay back. I’m gonna use your face.

He moans like the thought of you doing that is the best gift he's ever received.

You're supposed to be in control. That was the whole point of this—flip him onto his back, straddle his face, maybe ride it for a minute while you stroke his cock and make him beg. He lives for that, getting teased until he's flushed and twitching, getting permission to cum like it's some holy reward.

But this?

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Because right now your hips are grinding down without rhythm, your thighs are shaking, and the hand you had wrapped around his cock is barely moving anymore—your grip loosening with every flick of his tongue, every groan he lets out into your pussy like he's fucking grateful just to be beneath you.

You bite your lip, breath catching. "Fuck, baby—slow down—"

But he doesn't, you don’t even think he can. He's completely gone, drunk off your taste, grinding his tongue over your clit with frantic, messy strokes like it's his pleasure on the line. His fingers clutch your thighs, holding you down like he needs the weight, like he wants to disappear inside you completely.

It's unhinged. He's unhinged.

You don’t even think it’s about making you cum anymore, it's about him now. He's panting and flushed and moaning into you like he's the one being fucked, hips jerking helplessly beneath you, cock untouched but leaking all over his stomach, twitching with every gasping breath. You try to lean forward, force yourself to finish him off properly, but your body betrays you.

Your hand slips.

Your thighs tighten around his head.

You swear under your breath and sit up instead—watching from above as he ruts up into nothing, mouth still working like it's all he knows how to do. “Oh baby.”

His abs clench. His moan cracks and is muffled beneath your thighs and then, he cums.

Unprovoked and unstimulated, just from having your pussy on his face and the sound of your voice in his ears. You feel it before you see it—his whole body stuttering beneath you, a sharp inhale against your cunt, and then he's spilling all over himself with the neediest whimper you've ever heard. It's obscene and almost feral.

And he still doesn't stop.

Even as his cum coats his stomach, even as he trembles under the weight of you, he keeps eating you out like it's oxygen—desperate and messy and so fucking good it pushes you over the edge right after. “Want it, gimme cum—baby please.” He talks into you, edging you further.

You gasp, hips bucking, thighs shaking as your orgasm crashes down, and he just moans into it, lapping it up like he's starving. “Wonie! Baby! Oh Fu—Ahh!”

When you finally stop shaking—barely, you exhale hard and lean back, bracing yourself on the arm of the couch, staring down at him still between your legs.

He's looks ruined. Sweaty, flushed, soaked in his own cum, mouth still parted like he's waiting for more.

And he smiles. All dazed and sweet and proud of himself like he didn't just hump the air and almost pass out on your pussy like it was his fucking job.

You rake a hand through your hair, chest still rising and falling. "You," you mutter, breathless. "Are out of your fucking mind."

Jungwon hums, still dazed, eyes fluttering. "I love you." He says as he reaches for your phone, and you know it’s to call your work to tell them you’re not coming back in today.

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Sitting on the couch with his head in your lap, arms wrapped around your waist, and hands up your shirt, cupping your tits like they're just... there for him. Like he owns them. Like they're not part of your body, but some security blanket he needs to function. He doesn't even look at you half the time. He just scrolls on his phone, scrolling through apps with his thumb while his fingers absentmindedly tweak your nipples under the cotton of your sleep shirt.

He does it with the same casualness as cracking his knuckles. Gentle, patient rolls between his fingers, tugging slightly every few minutes just to keep you on edge. He's not even hard—it's not about getting off. It's just his comfort, his rhythm, his thing.

"Jungwon," you say, soft but exasperated. He looks up, blinking slowly like he's just now realized what he's doing. But his hands don't move.

"Hm?"

"You don't have to touch me every second of the day, you know."

He just pouts a little. "Yes I do."

You give him a look, but he ducks his head and latches onto your chest like you're the one being ridiculous.

"M'sorry, princess" he mumbles against your skin, kissing the swell of your breast lazily. "They just... help me think."

"You're not even thinking."

He shrugs and slides his other hand under your shirt. "Still helps."

When you're in bed, it's worse.

He physically can't fall asleep unless he's got your tits in his hands—pressed together in his grip like a makeshift pillow, or your back to his chest with one hand shoved under your shirt and the other curled around your waist. You've woken up more times than you can count to him sucking your tits in his sleep, lips latched around your nipple like it's instinctual.

Sometimes, you pretend to be asleep and just watch him. His eyebrows furrow in his sleep like he's focused, like this means something to him, maybe he's dreaming about it.

And it would almost be cute, almost, if he didn't turn feral every time he had a bad day. Because when that happens, he's not subtle about it.

He comes in grumbling under his breath, eyes half-lidded, tossing his keys down like the world has upset him. You open your mouth to ask him how his day was, but he's already on you—arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you down onto the couch and burying his face in your chest before you can even sit properly.

You giggle a little, stroking his hair. “Bad day?”

"Mhm," he hums, already hiking your shirt up. "Don't wanna talk. Just wanna stay here."

"Let me guess—here," you gesture to your chest, "means my boobs?" He groans like he's in pain. "Stop teasing me. You know I can't relax until I've got them in my mouth."

You roll your eyes, but you lift your shirt anyway. "You're so dramatic."

He doesn't respond. Just presses hot, open-mouthed kisses across your chest like he's kissing away the stress of the day. Then his mouth wraps around your nipple and he sucks. Long, slow pulls—like he's feeding, like he's addicted, and the whimper that escapes his throat makes your breath catch in yours.

His eyes flutter shut. His fingers even sink into your waist.

And he just stays like that. Breathing you in. Tongue lapping lazily over your sensitive skin while you cradle his head like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"You're like a baby," you murmur.

"No I'm not," he slurs, already half-asleep, lips still moving. "My dick is so hard right now, baby."

You blink and feel it pressed against your thigh, already knowing what's coming next. No matter what position he takes you in, spooning, missionary, bent over the counter, his hands will never leave your chest. Even when he's fucking into you like he can't get enough, he's still suckling like it keeps him grounded, like it keeps him alive.

"Jungwon," you sigh, breathless already.

He kisses your sternum, then looks up at you with the softest eyes you've ever seen.

"I love you," he whispers, "but I might love them more."

You raise an eyebrow. "Really?"

He nuzzles in deeper. "Don't make me choose."

You're half-asleep when the weight of him settles on top of you. You can still feel how raw your nipples are now.

At first, you think it's just one of his usual nighttime cuddles, warm chest pressed to yours, face buried somewhere between your neck and collarbone. But then his hands push under your shirt, his palms are hot, possessive and there's a low, almost breathless murmur against your skin.

"Lift it," Jungwon says, voice rough with sleep but steady with intention. "Wanna see."

You blink through the haze. "What time is it?"

He doesn't answer. Just sits back on your hips, straddling your stomach, completely naked, cock hard and already leaking against the soft dip between your breasts.

He watches you with dark eyes, expectant.

"Come on, baby," he murmurs. "Be good for me. Let me fuck them."

You shiver.

There's no whine in his voice this time. Just calm, quiet need. And you obey, half because you want to, half because it's always like this with him, he wants it, so you give.

You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. He watches the way your tits bounce free with something like reverence. One hand wraps around the base of his cock while the other glides up your thigh, over your stomach, and down between your legs, slipping effortlessly into your panties.

His fingers are already inside you before you can react—slow, deep pumps, curling just right.

"Good girl," he praises softly, using his other hand to line himself up between your breasts. "Keep holding them like that."

You do. You always do.

He thrusts forward, letting the head of his cock glide slick between the softness of your tits. Your body trembles as he fingers you deeper, his wrist moving with an ease that makes you clench around him.

"Can feel how wet you are," he moans, watching your face like he's memorizing every twitch. "You like letting me do this, huh? Like being used like this."

You nod, eyes fluttering, breath hitching as his fingers find that perfect spot inside you.

"Use your hands," he instructs gently, hips picking up a rhythm between your breasts. "Press them together for me—just like that."

His cock slides through the warm valley you've made, slick and swollen, dragging along your skin while his fingers fuck into you in slow, purposeful motions. He doesn't rush. Doesn't even moan. Just breathes heavier, leans forward slightly, lets his thumb circle your clit like he knows exactly what you need.

"You're perfect," he says, not even breathless. Just focused. Worshipful. "Always give me what I want."

You let out a soft whimper as your thighs tense, your fingers struggling to keep your tits squeezed together while pleasure curls low in your stomach. His cock is glistening now, smeared with precum and your own slick from where his fingers have been wrecking you.

He shifts slightly—grinding harder between your tits, his hand between your legs fucking you faster now, like he's trying to get you off at the same time.

"Let go for me," he says, more command than request. "Come on. Show me how much you like this."

You do—fall apart around his fingers with a sharp cry, thighs trembling beneath him. “Jun—Oh my God!” He watches you ride it out, still stroking himself between your tits, eyes fixed on your flushed, dazed face.

And when he finally cums—spilling across your chest in thick, hot ropes—it's with a low, guttural groan and his hand gripping your hip like he's anchoring himself.

“Ah! Shit shit shit! Oh fuck!” “I feel like I’m going insane.” He says continuing to rut up, overstimulating himself before finally calming down.

He doesn't move for a long minute. Just breathes, inhales and exhales where he’s situated on top of you.

Then leans forward, dragging his fingers slowly out of you and slipping them into his mouth, licking them clean without breaking eye contact.

"Didn't even need to fuck you," he mutters, kissing the space between your tits. "Just this. Just you."

You're still trying to catch your breath when he lays back down on top of you, smearing his release between your bodies like he couldn't care less. And then, just like always, his face buries into your chest again.

Safe.

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I know jungwon is a pervert for real.

He steals your panties, cums all over them and displays them on your bed for you to punish him.

He loves when you come back from a day out all sweaty and exhausting he just wants to smell you and get your odor all over him. Your raw smell turns him on so much.

A habit he has is when he eats you out he makes sure to use so much spit and make it as messy as possible. When you try to pull him back he does not stop eating your sensitive clit.

He loves when you make him hold in his pee. Especially when you press on his lower abdomen making him leak a little bit from time to time. You jerk him off and when he is close to cumming he squirts all over before his cum comes out.

His favorite punishment is when you squeeze his balls, it makes his brain all mushy the sting is just so delicious.

he hadn’t even taken his shoes off.

you barely got a full look at him before jungwon had you caged against the wall of your apartment, mouth hot and clumsy on yours, hands everywhere. his suitcase was still tipped on its side near the door, one of his sleeves caught in the zipper.

and his voice. already breathless, wrecked, curling soft and low as his hips rolled against you like he was starving.

“i missed you, missed you so much.”

he mumbled into your neck, voice almost too pretty to be real.

“i wanted this for weeks, baby…”

you could tell.

he was shaking. trembling with every slow, needy press of his hips into yours. fully clothed, but it didn’t matter. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans. already leaking, already sensitive.

and you weren’t even halfway to the bedroom.

his arms wrapped tight around your waist like he thought you’d disappear. like if he let go, you’d be gone again. it made your chest ache. the desperation, the soft bruising kisses under your jaw, the little breathy sounds he kept trying to bite back.

“please..”

he whispered, nose brushing yours, lips trembling.

“let me feel you, even just a little… i’ll be good, i promise.. i just want you. i need you.”

his voice cracked at the end, brows pulling together, and your fingers slid up the back of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin and the tiny shiver that ran through him.

he melted. a quiet sound escaped his throat. low, soft, almost a purr. and he leaned in even closer, pressing his forehead to yours, the tips of his fingers sinking into your hips like he was grounding himself.

“i’ll go slow.”

he promised, lips brushing yours again.

“i won’t rush, i swear… just wanna be close to you. its been too long.”

you hadn’t seen him in nearly a month. and it was killing him. you could see it in the way his lashes fluttered when you kissed him back. the way his entire body trembled when you whispered “okay.” like he’d been waiting to hear it every night since he left.

“lay with me?”

his voice was so small. so full of hope.

“just for a bit?”

he didn’t even make it to the bed before he was pulling you onto his lap on the couch, hands trembling as he unbuttoned his jeans just enough to free himself. hard and flushed and leaking against your thigh.

you didn’t even need to move.

just let him guide you into his arms, burying his face into the curve of your neck as you sank down on him slow. warm and tight and perfect. and the sound he let out. choked and whimpering, breath catching on the inhale. like he hadn’t breathed since the last time he had you.

“you always feel like this?”

he whispered.

“or is it just because you missed me too?”

you didn’t answer. you didn’t have to. he was already kissing your collarbone, hips still, holding you so close it felt like your heartbeats had synced.

“not going anywhere, i promise”

he whispered, voice a little cracked. and he would. he always kept his promises. especially the ones that ended with you wrapped around him, and him wrapped around you. he didn’t mean to move. really.

he was so warm, buried deep inside you, your head tucked under his chin and your fingers playing lazily with the collar of his hoodie. the TV had long since gone silent. your breaths rose and fell in sync. he could’ve stayed like that forever.

but then you shifted in your sleep.

just a tiny roll of your hips, a breathy little sigh against his neck. and it broke him. his arms tightened around you immediately. he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth, all while his hips gave one slow, tentative thrust upward.

“mm, i’m sorry..”

he whispered, even though he wasn’t.

“just- i‘m so hard, baby. i can’t help it. you’re too good to me.”

you made a quiet sound, half-asleep, fingers curling in his shirt.

“does it feel okay?”

he asked, voice cracking on the end, breath shuddering as he rolled up into you again. so slow, so deep, like he was scared he’d wake you too much.

“so warm, so soft... can’t believe i went weeks without this.”

you nodded. barely. and that was all he needed. his movements stayed slow. sleepy. loving. not fucking, just making love. lazy and full of longing. the kind that said, i missed you. i need you. i’m not letting you go again. he kissed your jaw, whispering quiet praises like a prayer.

“that’s it, baby. just like that. let me take care of you…”

and he did. until the rhythm slowed again. until your breathing steadied. until he came with a soft, desperate moan into your skin, still buried deep, arms holding you like a memory.

and even then. he didn’t pull out. he never could.

Jungwon wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a distraction.

Just another pretty boy you pulled strings on when you were bored.

One of many.

But the way he looked at you now on his knees, cheeks flushed, breath shallow it was like you were his goddess, his only salvation.

“Please,” he whispered, eyes red from holding back tears. “Don’t leave me on read again. I can’t take it

You leaned back on your bed, silk robe sliding off your thigh as you lazily traced your fingers along your inner leg. “You get so needy when I ignore you. Makes me wonder if you’d still beg for me if I ghosted you for good.”

He flinched.

You liked that.

“I’d still come crawling back,” Jungwon breathed. “You could block my number, throw me away like the others… but I’d still find a way to see you. You’re all I think about.”

You smiled, slow and cruel. “Cute. But I don’t need love from one of my toys, Jungwon. I need obedience.”

“I’ll do anything,” he swore, crawling forward and placing his head against your thigh. “Use me. Let me be the only one you use.”

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back. His eyes fluttered, lips parted, breath shaky.

“You’re that desperate to be my favorite?” you purred.

He nodded, his cock already straining in his pants. “Please fuck me y/n. I want to be ruined by you. I don’t care if I’m just another name in your phone. Just let me have you again.”

You straddled him without a word, pulling him up into a rough kiss. Your tongue claimed his mouth while your hands slid down to unzip his pants. His breath hitched as you palmed his cock, already leaking and twitching at your touch.

He moaned when you slipped down onto him tight, wet, hot. You didn’t ease him in. You slammed down, watching his eyes roll back.

“Fuck—Y/N—” he gasped, gripping your hips like he might fall apart without you.

“Shut up,” you snapped, bouncing on him hard. “You don’t get to talk. You just take it, like a good fucktoy that you are.”

Tears gathered in his lashes, but he nodded, moaning softly as your walls squeezed around him.

“You dream about this, don’t you?” you asked. “Me riding you while you cry because you know you’re not the only one who gets it.”

He whimpered, broken. “I hate them… all of them. They don’t deserve you. No one does but me.”

“You don’t own me, Jungwon.”

“I know,” he choked out. “But maybe if I let you break me… you’ll need me.”

You leaned down, hand wrapping around his throat. His cock twitched violently inside you.

“Oh, baby,” you whispered darkly, “You’re already broken.”

You choked him as you rode faster, slamming down until the slap of your skin echoed in the room. His mouth fell open in a silent cry, hot tears spilling down his cheeks as he came hard, body convulsing beneath you. You didn’t stop fucking him through it, using him for your own high.

When you finally collapsed on top of him, he wrapped his arms around you, desperate.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Even if you don’t mean it when you call me baby… I’ll always be yours.”

You ran your nails down his back. “You’ll never be more than a toy, Jungwon.”

His breath hitched but he nodded.

“I know. I don’t care. Just don’t throw me away.”

He said as he clung to you like his life depended on it, you realized you had him completely.

at the beginning of your relationship, you made it clear to heeseung that you weren't good with words.

"don't worry about it," heeseung had told you. "i'm not good either."

he thought you meant that you found it hard to say "i love you."

what you meant was that you were indeed good with words, just bad at saying nice things to him.

at first he thought he was being ridiculous, a prisoner of his own mind.

he knew you loved him— how could you possibly not?

but if you loved him, why did you say such nasty things to him?

"god, heeseung, you're so stupid."

"i can't believe i'm dating someone like you."

"i'm disgusted with you."

he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

what had he done to make you repulsed by him? was he being sensitive?

he hated himself for all of it.

he hated the creeping feelings of jealousy that would suffocate him like a noose to a prisoner whenever he saw you talk to another man. did you like him more than heeseung? what if you wanted to leave him?

he hated how he craved what little kind words you could give him. it was so rare for you to compliment and speak to him gently, so when you did, heeseung was drunk on it.

he hated how insecure he got.

he hated how his mind was a gallow of its own.

he hated how afraid he was.

"you're so pretty," you whispered into his ear.

heeseung's stomach did flips. did you really mean it? was he as pretty as all the other men you entertained yourself with? was that why you kissed him and not them?

did this mean that you really loved him?

heeseung felt something tighten around his neck. not in that suffocating way that made him claw at his skin until he bled as he stared in the mirror asking himself what could be changed, but in the way that made him feel warm all over.

he’d wait at the gallows like a convicted prisoner, he’d stand there proud, ready to say his last words. he’d keep his hands behind his back, he’d admire the brass noose that would be his eternal necklace.

because for heeseung, to be with you, and to love you, was to be helpless.

to love you was to wait like a dog in the cold.

to love you was to eat your every word like it was his last meal.

to love you was to be your prisoner waiting for you to execute him.

jay ☆

"pretend that we are more than friends, then of course I'll let you break my heart again" — let you break my heart again, laufey

it's not your fault, jay tells himself. it's not your fault that you can't love him.

but at what point does it become your fault?

you knew that he loved you. he'd told you multiple times, shown you a billion other times. anyone with eyes could tell that he was head over heels in love with you. everyone knew.

especially you— you who rejected him time and time again, laughing that he was just a friend to you.

but here you were, pressing yourself up against him, looking at him with lidded eyes and licking your lips like you wanted to eat him. you held his hand against your chest, whispering a soft "good night." jay knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, not with you so close to him, not with the ache in his chest.

it's not your fault that he loves you, jay thought. but it is your fault that you lead him on, that you pretend to kiss him, that you snuggle up next to him knowing that he'd lay down his life for you.

did you enjoy torturing him like this?

what pleasure did you take in constantly making him think that he had a chance with you?

was this how it was going to be forever?

were you always going to keep him waiting like this, just because you knew that he'd stay no matter what?

jay swallowed the lump in his throat.

he couldn't continue living like this, having you play with his feeling like this.

"jay..." you mumbled, reaching out for him. jay was pulled out of his thoughts, his eyes flickering to you. you looked so innocent and peaceful despite himself. how could he ever stop? how could he stop when it was you at hand?

"i'm here," he hummed, throwing an arm around you. i'm always here.

you were warm, and soft, and everything that jay could ever want in a person. your soft breathing brushed up against his cheek.

jay stared at your sleeping face.

would it hurt to pretend that you were more than friends?

he let his eyelids fall slowly.

he could imagine you and him dancing in the kitchen, laughing together as the scent of jay's cooking filled the apartment. jazz music would be playing, and you'd pretend to be an old flapper couple from the '20's, swirling around the cold kitchen tiles.

your words from earlier echoed in his head.

"i love you so much, jay!"

"you're the best."

"how could i ever be so lucky to meet you?"

it made his heart pound in his chest, unable to hide the lovesick grin spreading on his face.

he knew your words meant nothing, that you truly only saw him as a friend.

he needed to stop this delusion now, else he'd be even more hurt than he already was. you broke his heart over and over again, as if it meant nothing to you.

but as you and him twirled around his head, basking in each other's presence, jay couldn't bring himself to let you go.

he'd let you, jay thought. he'd let you break his heart.

as many times as you wanted.

jake ☆

"the other man will always cry himself to sleep, the other man will never have her love to keep" — the other woman, lana del rey

of course jake knew that he wasn't the only man in your life.

how many times did he lay in bed at night, wishing that it was him that could hold you? how many times did he dream of being the man that could call you his? how many fantasies did he have of marrying you, of giving you the world?

and how many times did he have to remind himself that he couldn't have you— that you already had someone to love?

it made jake feel sick, seeing all the pictures that you posted with you and your husband, hearing all the chatter about your 2-year wedding anniversary, and forcing himself to smile as a tight-lipped "congratulations" fell from his mouth.

but what made him even more sick was how happy he felt whenever you showed up at his doorstep in the depths of the night.

jake couldn't help it.

he couldn't help how his stomach did flips when your hands slithered up his chest, wrapping around his neck as you pressed kisses against his jaw.

he couldn't help how his body moved on its own as he took in the scent of your perfume, his head filling with nothing but you, you, you.

he couldn't help how he craved you, how he was unable to pull away from you, even though he knew you had a husband waiting for you back home.

he couldn't help how for a moment, he could pretend that you were his; for a moment, he could live in the illusion that he was the one that you came home to every night, that he was the one that you woke up with in the morning, that he was the one that you sat at the kitchen table with to discuss your weekly grocery list, that he was the one that you laughed with in the depths of night, that he was the only man that you loved.

but as quickly as it started, you were already out the door, waving goodbye with a sweet smile as if you hadn't committed a crime against your husband.

jake knew the sight of your retreating back better than anyone, and as he closed the door, he'd suck in a sharp breath.

he would deny it over and over, until his words lost meaning.

but he knew the truth.

he was a fool for thinking that he could have you, for after all this time, he was the other man.

sunghoon ☆

"i bet on losing dogs, i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place" — i bet on losing dogs, mitski

you and sunghoon were never meant to work out, and he knew this.

everyone said that you'd hurt him. he'd seen it with his own eyes, how you bore your bloody teeth and ripped into people like they were your prey, how you barked venomous words at people.

you were a losing dog to begin with, a losing dog that would never truly love him the same way you loved yourself.

and before he knew it, sunghoon realized that everyone was right.

you sunk your teeth into him, feasting on what love he could give you like a ravenous hyena.

but how could he resist you? how could he resist your touch, your warmth, your limited moments of compassion?

wounded, bleeding, scarred, sunghoon staggered away from the killing floor. yet, he was unable to stop himself from turning over his shoulder to see your face.

there was something disgusting he felt, something that made sunghoon nauseous. his stomach churned. and then he realized, he couldn't bring himself to leave you.

because you were a starving dog, thristy for a victim.

because you were a wailing dog, weeping over your kill as if it would atone you.

because you were a losing dog, a dog that sunghoon placed his bets on.

and it was time for him to pay the price of his actions.

sunoo ☆

"i know who you pretend i am" —washing machine heart, mitski

sunoo wasn't stupid.

he knew it better than anyone, that your heart didn't belong to him. it never did, and it never will.

sunoo saw the way that you yearned, he saw the way that your eyes lit up, he saw the way that you gazed with love in your eyes— all for someone that wasn't him.

so why did you kiss him like he meant anything to you? why did you hold him like he could have you?

he knew why.

"i missed you so much," you breathed against his ear, pressing him against the wall. "so, so, so much."

the taste of your lips was addicting.

you liked to kiss roughly. you liked to run your fingers through his hair and pull it harshly, making him groan lowly against your lips. you liked to slip your fingers up his shirt, making him shudder.

sunoo liked to kiss gently. he liked it when your lips would melt against his. he liked it when you played with the clasp of the silver chain around his neck. he liked it when you pulled away and giggled softly at the lipstick smudge at the corner of his lip.

he didn't like it rough like you did.

but he took it all.

he took it all, because he loved you.

he took it all, even though he knew that you were kissing him pretending that he someone else.

it wasn't hard to tell.

you wore the gold necklace that he gave you, never any of the ones that sunoo got you.

you didn't even blink when sunoo's name was said, but the mere mention of his interests or career had you reeling.

and of course, he liked when you kissed roughly so you were a rough kisser, even though sunoo liked it gentle.

you don't even look at sunoo the way you look at him.

when you said "i miss you," sunoo could tell that you didn't mean it.

you didn't miss sunoo, you missed him. you just missed the attention that sunoo gave you.

he knew who you pretended he was.

but all he could do was look into your eyes, and be reminded of a tragedy: that while you couldn't love him back, he loved you.

"i missed you, too," he whispered back, swallowing the lump in his throat, swallowing his dignity.

jungwon ☆

"if you need to be mean, be mean to me" — i don't smoke, mitski

to be vulnerable, to be at someone's mercy, to be someone's lamb for the slaughter, was jungwon's biggest fear. he'd die before he'd let someone take advantage of his weakness.

yet as you slipped out of his grip, your once loving eyes turning cold as hands that once held him in your arms became the hands that striked him, all he could do was sit back and take it.

words like daggers into his back, slashing him over and over like he was a sacrificial lamb for a god that could not save him. hot tears would line as eyes as you raised your knife at him, sending shivers down his spine that made him cower into his skin, chanting apologies like they were prayers.

jungwon should run. after all, that was all he spent his life doing.

but how could he escape you when you kissed his tear-stained face? how could he leave you, for when your anger simmered down you cradled his cheek, whispering that you loved him?

it hurt, it hurt so bad.

but if you must destroy him, if you must slaughter him until your killing floor was covered in blood, if you must cut him up into little pieces for your own pleasure, so be it.

he'd follow you into the slaughterhouse, knowing full well that the darkness was the last thing he'd ever see, and jungwon would close his eyes and thank the person that crafted your blade anyway.

you can kiss him, you can hold him close, or you can strike him, you can treat him like an animal. he wouldn't care. it would be the same either way; he'd be glad that it was you.

for he was your lamb, and you were his butcher; for if you needed to be mean, be mean to him.

riki ☆

"even though she isn’t even really gone, but things are just different ever since she cut her blue hair off" — blue hair, tv girl

of course riki noticed. how could he not?

all those bored looks when he was talking, aimless nods when he asked you a question, and loveless kisses that you pressed against his skin. it took you hours to respond to his texts and calls, and when you did, you responded curtly. you stopped coming home, always having plans on weekends with no time for him.

riki didn't know what happened.

he thought that you and him had such a great relationship, filled with love and laughter.

but somewhere along the way, you seemed to lose interest in him.

he asked all your friends, but they said nothing changed about your behavior.

did riki do something wrong? did he make you angry? all questions that he'd never find the answer to.

the silence was piercing, ringing in his ears. he'd just asked you how your day was, and all he got back was a simple, vacant stare, before you turned back to your phone, scrolling mindlessly. his heart sunk so his stomach, brows crashing together.

had riki lost you? all he wanted was for you to look at him, for you to acknowledge him. was he being dramatic?

please, riki begged. please look at me, please see me, please love me.