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⋆｡ seonghyeon × 𝑓!reader　 ʚɞ　 friends to lovers　jealous seonghyeon fluff happy ending confession ˖ ⋆

the boys dorm was quiet for the most part . . . only the sound of traffic outside the cracked window and a phone buzzing somewhere in the dorm.

cortis had left around an hour ago to get food, plans that seonghyeon ditched so he could hang out with you.

might've been a bad idea!

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the hallway outside lngshot’s dorm was pretty much silent — it was around twelve pm after all. ohyul dragged you behind him by your wrist, his hood pulled over his messy black hair.

“god, if jay dpn finds out you sneak me into the dorms he’d kill both of us,” you whispered while hiding your face in the sleeve of his hoodie.

ohyul smiled like he only found what you said amusing, his glasses moving down his nose. “i think he’d be happy for us.”

you rolled your eyes, but still followed behind him like always. that was the problem with kwon ohyul . . . he was pretty stupid, but so persuasive at the same time.

the dorm was quiet when he unlocked the door, he immediately pulled you inside before you could complain again, snorting as you basically tripped over your uggs trying to be quiet.

“shh,” he whispered and pressed a finger against your lips.

you blankly stared at him. “you’re louder than me!”

“no, i’m not.”

“you just slammed the door shut?”

“it was gentle.”

you huffed under your breath while he carelessly kicked his shoes off. the only light source was from some dim lamp in the kitchen and light gaming sounds came from one of the boy’s rooms. you instinctively grabbed the back of his hoodie.

“ohyul,” you worriedly whispered. “someone’s awake.”

he looked down at your fingers holding him and then back up to your flushed face and smiled. he tugged you in by your waist. “they won’t care.”

“well, you’re the one that actually lives here,” you said, “not me.”

“you’re here like every night anyway.”

“oh my god.”

you buried your face into his chest while he quietly laughed at you.

“if louis sees me i’ll be mortified,” you mumbled.

“c’mon.” ohyul scoffed like it was a sensitive topic while still bringing you toward his room. “louis is in love with you.”

you bit down on your bottom lip to hide your smile. ohyul was so convinced louis had mischievous plans of stealing you from him. “let’s not start this again.”

“he literally follows you around.”

“he’s just sweet!”

“sweet my ass,” ohyul said seriously, opening his bedroom door. “he’s like fifteen so it doesn’t matter.”

“hmm, you sound jealous.”

“i am jealous.”

he caught you off guard for a second . . . yeah, both of you spent like every day together and snuck around to get even more time, but neither of you had ever thought of it seriously.

ohyul noticed your face and shook his head. “don’t look at me like that.”

you laughed lightly as he shut the bedroom door behind you. his room was messy — clothes and different pairs of shoes all over the floor, headphones all tangled next to his macbook, bed very messy and unmade.

you dropped onto the edge of the mattress while he fixed the way his glasses sat on his face.

“have you like ever cleaned your room?” you scoffed. “this is crazy.”

“and you’re still sitting on my bed.”

“sadly . . .”

“oh, you love me.”

you were just about to answer him with some sort of retort, but he stepped between your knees before you could even open your mouth.

his hands softly rubbed your thighs, fingers brushing the skin under the big hoodie you stole from him like a month ago.

“sneaking in wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“. . . no.” you batted your eyelashes at him while he towered over you. “jay’s gonna ban me from the building one day. the staff definitely know and—”

ohyul cut you off the way he always did. he leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours, tongue entering it before you could even blink. you made a sound out of shock that only made him smile more into the kiss.

“you always do that,” you whispered when he pulled back enough so that your lips were still brushing.

“mhm.”

“that’s so manipulative!”

“i just needed to kiss you.”

his glasses bumped into your cheek when he kissed you again. one of his hands sliding into your messy hair, the other pulling you in by your waist. there was the sound of movement from somewhere in the dorm that made your stomach twist.

“ohyul,” you breathily whispered against his lips, “someone’s gonna hear.”

“so be quiet, baby.”

“god, you’re the worst.”

“you don’t mean that.”

you rolled your eyes as he kissed the corner of your mouth lovingly. that was another one of the many problems with kwon ohyul.

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♫⋆.˚  now playing bed chem sabrina carpenter

early morning sunlight shone through the curtains and casted a warm glow on the vanilla lotion scented room. quiet music played from the record player in the corner, still spinning since you forgot to turn it off the night before.

the room was messy enough to make haum scoff if she saw . . . clothes had been discarded on the desk chair, uggs were kicked off near the bed, makeup was scattered all over the vanity beside half full iced coffees and tangled jewelry.

the plan was to deep clean after kilikiii's dance practice last night, but your very loving boyfriend had other ideas. keonho had begged you to let him come over. he had promised to let you clean and said he just wanted to watch . . . whatever allowed him to be close to you.

that promise was ultimately broken as you two did a whole lot more talking and kissing than cleaning!

keonho was now sprawled on top of you — he was shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants with one of his long legs tangled between yours. his arms were wrapped tightly around your bare stomach where the shirt of his you had stolen had ridden up. his cheek was warm against your skin.

"baby," you hummed, brushing a hand through his disheveled hair.

keonho groaned in response and snuggled further into you. stubborn was definitely a good word to describe your boyfriend, especially in the morning.

"c'mon, you should go before jiyu wakes up."

that got him to sit halfway up onto his side while keeping one hand lightly placed on your waist. his face was slightly puffy and his hair stuck out in every direction possible like always after he'd gotten a good night's sleep.

"this bed head is really doing something for me," you snorted, scrunching your nose in amusement.

he playfully licked his bottom lip and ran a hand through his hair.

"you like it, angel?" his voice was low and raspy.

keonho leaned in and pressed a kiss to your giggling lips, then one to your nose, and another to your cheek.

"martin texted you," you said. "please don't get in trouble again, keonho. you remember how annoyed he was last time you were late?"

he huffed out a breath while rolling his eyes and laid back down over you. "martin doesn't understand what it's like to have a beautiful and caring girlfriend."

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you sighed the second you saw him.

"riki."

he smiled immediately. it was that stupid grin, like he knew exactly what he'd done . . . like he knew he was the reason this whole thing between you two had even started in the first place.

it used to be just niki — professional and probably the smartest option until he decided he hated it.

until he started not listening, not sitting still, not behaving like a toddler unless you said his real name like it made a difference.

so riki it was.

"you're unbelievable," you whined. his hair which had been perfectly styled not even five minutes ago, now fell messily over his forehead like he ran his hands through it on purpose.

he watched you intently, his head tilting ever so slightly. "what did i do?"

you paused in front of him. "don't act like you don't know." your fingers slowly ran through his hair. "i just did this . . . do you like wasting my time?"

his gaze dropped to your mouth.

"mmm, definitely not a waste," he said. "i get you like this."

you rolled your eyes, your hands not stopping in his hair.

"so annoying," you mumbled.

"you say that every time, baby."

your eyes met his. his voice sounded like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. whatever this was should have been shut down, but it wasn't.

you stepped close enough that his knees bumped your thighs, gold bracelets clicking together as you reached up again. he leaned into your arm without thinking as it grazed his warm cheek.

"keep talking like that," you lowly said, "and i won't touch you again."

he huffed a laugh. "don't lie, yn."

god, he was impossible. and the worst part was ... he was being dead serious.

his hand closed around your waist. his thumb pressed into your side as if he was checking to see if you would pull away, but of course you didn't.

he watched everything.

the way you bit your lip when you were focused, the way your glasses slid slightly down your nose and you pushed them back up with your wrist, the way your black top moved up when you reached and the flex of your stomach that made his grip on you tighten.

you were unreal — he'd do way worse if it meant you would stand this close to him again.

"like what you see?" you mumbled.

"of course."

he really had no shame when it came to you.

you exhaled a breath, not actually mad. "be professional."

“i am.”

you bit the inside of your cheek as your fingers moved from his hair to his cheek, purposefully brushing slower than necessary, just testing something.

his breath shifted.

"hm," you exclaimed, tilting your head and studying him, "for someone who pretty much begged me to call him riki, you're still not very well behaved."

his eyes darkened at that.

"i don't beg."

you raised your eyebrows. "be serious."

"well it worked, didn't it?"

you hummed, your hand still on his face, your thumb dragging just below his lip . . . and he felt it too much.

"say it," he mumbled.

you pretended not to understand. "what?"

he leaned forward so your noses brushed. "my name."

you pouted a little — definitely doing it on purpose now.

"riki," you softly said, closer than before.

his grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging lightly into the warm flesh of your hip.

"again."

"so needy," you whispered, leaning in more. your lips grazed his as you spoke, your breath brushing his mouth now. "you like it when i say your name, riki?"

he let out a throaty groan in response, his gaze darkening as you batted long eyelashes up at him innocently. neither of you moved.

your fingers tightened around his collar, but you didn't pull him in yet. he didn't rush anything - he wanted you so incredibly badly, but he'd wait . . . only for you.

you tilted your head and your lips teasingly brushed his twice, finding amusement in the way his breathing caught.

"are you sure?" you mumbled, eyes falling onto his perfect lips.

he let out an impatient breath. "you know i am, yn."

you pulled him in by his collar and he immediately responded, his hand sliding underneath your top and against your bare stomach as he kissed you back deeply.

it was slightly messy . . . your fingers tangled in his hair, completely messing it up once again. his hands roamed all over you like you would disappear if he didn't hold you tight enough.

you finally pulled away for air, lips all pink and plump and still brushing his.

"they're probably wondering where you are," you said quietly.

"i don't care." he didn't even open his eyes yet. "i need you right now."

you smiled against his mouth.

"y'know, i kinda like your hair messy."

"yeah?" he mumbled, finally looking at you. "or do you just like touching me?"

you hummed and looked up, pretending to think about it.

"maybe."

"please come here, baby." he smirked down at you like it was the best sight ever. "i've been thinking about doing this forever."