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Your project partner, Wooyoung, didn’t share your struggle. The rapping of his quick fingers over tHhhe keyboard was filling the air, his eyes fixed on the spill of letters that you could already find mistakes in by just skimming the page.

Lucky for you, the assignment wasn't due until a few weeks — plus, there was a different reason, you'd invited your classmate over.

With your palms pressed into the kitchen table, you heaved yourself onto your feet, limbs crying in protest as the chair scraped across the floor lightly. You raised one leg slightly, just enough to slip it over his lap, lowering yourself with your arms raked over his shoulders for support.

A sound of surprise slipped from his lips as he instinctively curled one arm around your waist to hinder you from slipping off his thighs.

„What are you doing?“, he asked with a hint of amusement tingled in his words.

You just pressed your lips against his neck, mumbling barely coherent stuff against his skin. „My part of the assignment.“

He chuckled, but the clicking of the keyboard stayed steady as you started to straddled his lap, his bulge lying perfectly aligned with your crotch.

His voice was hushed, a mere whisper as you started to move with fervor, testing the best angle for this position. “What about your family?”

“Don’t worry.", you assured him. "The only other person in the house is asleep right now.”

Like usually, you were wrong.

You hadn't heard Kang ascend down the stairs, unaware of his presence lingering nearby. It took you a while before you let your gaze wander, chin propped on your crush's shoulder as you dragged your lightly covered core over his growing erection, the material in between just causing a delicious friction.

Through your peripheral you could make out a slight movement behind the wooden bars. Someone was crouching on the staircase. Your stomach dropped.

You were unsure whether you were seeing it right, hence your vision was growing blurry around the edges through the pleasure that kept spiking up your spine. With your eyebrows knitted and your lips parted around a gasp, you were about to call out, see if maybe you could get them startled, but-

“Fuck-“, your eyes almost rolled back into your skull as your clit rubbed up just the right way, putting a delicious pressure on just the right spot.

As you kept up your vigor, occasionally throwing back your head to focus on Wooyoung tending to your spot, your gaze kept flickering back to the shadow on the stairs.

There had to be someone. Your eyes narrowed, trying to get adjusted to the lack of light. You didn’t even realise that your movements had halted until the clicking sound on the keyboard stopped and a gentle hand cradled your waist.

“Why’d you stop? You okay?”, your partner prodded, but you just absentmindedly nodded your head, unsure whether you were the one picking up your pace or he had started to move your hips himself.

“Sorry.”, you simply muttered.

As you lowered your head to nestle back in the crook of his neck, you were certain. Someone was staring back at you.

And you couldn’t quite rip your eyes off what you could only assume was the hint of a grin.

There was something else churning in your abdomen. Excitement? Thrill?

Before you had the chance to dwell on that, Wooyoung slouched back, both hands on your hips as his head tipped back. You swatted at his chest in a playful manner, the sounds of protest dying on your tongue.

"No", you rasped. "Keep working. This is my part."

He chuckled, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before picking up his work again.

You couldn't quite put a finger on it, but the mere idea of being watched while you were vulnerable like this, it made your skin burn hot. Another shift between the bars of the staircase's railing casted shadows across the dim light. You kept your eyes fixed on there, your orgasm creeping up faster.

You kept your eyes fixed on there, hoping your eyes weren't deceiving you.

--

When you peeked into Lee Kang’s room later that night, he had his comforter pulled up over his had, feigning unconsciousness.

You chose to ignore the fact that you heard the stairs creak just before you made your way up.

That was the first time you started to doubt Kang's coy demeanor.

--

That night stayed with you for days, the weird feeling racing up your spine as the memory of that faint shadow flickered in your mind. A warmth spread through your lower stomach, remembering how hard you came through just a little friction.

Maybe you-

"Laundry!", someone called from downstairs, crashing your train of thoughts at once. You scrambled up from your bed, ignoring the weird tingle between your thighs as you rushed downstairs into the laundry room.

Before you could round the corner, a steady shoulder collided with your chest, sending you to tumble backwards. You let out an involuntary yelp, but a heavy hand on your lower arm kept you from losing your balance.

"Sorry.", Kang mumbled, avoiding your gaze as his grip lingered on your skin for a little longer than necessary before pulling back. Your skin tingled where he had touched you and you let out a breath that you hadn't even realised you were holding.

"It's okay." You forced those words out before forcing your feet to move forwards, thankful for your socks hence they made no sound even as you dragged them over the floorboards.

Kang sped up the stairs into his room like he was fleeing a crime scene but you decided not to read too much into it, instead focusing on your task at hand.

The sight of the dryer's open door bugged you, the spill of clothes that Kang had clutched into his left hand slipping into your mind.

He could've at least gathered all the clothes into the basket instead of just grabbing his own.

As you tossed the load into laundry basket, fishing out sole items to fold them, you found yourself missing one piece of clothing that you were certain to have placed into the washing machine before filling the drawer with detergent.

There was definitely a pair of your panties missing. Your worry was confirmed after spinning the washing machine's drum a few times but only finding a stray sock which you had to add to the dry clothing pile after having overseen it before.

With a sigh, you grabbed the basket and started to distribute the clothes to the matching wardrobes.

After you had successfully emptied the laundry basket, you still found yourself stopping short in front of Kang's door. Your missing piece of laundry shot into your mind again. He already picked up his share of the laundry, so you couldn't drop in casually- no, you had to ask. It should’ve been less embarrassing than having him find and return them. The idea of him handing you your underwear made you wince.

He might've accidentally grabbed it, maybe it had gotten tangled in his shirts.

Tentatively, you raised your hand, the wood rough against your knuckles as you were about to knock but the sudden sound emitting from the other side of the door had you freeze mid-motion. Was that a gasp?

Curiosity made your ears burn hot — you should've moved away from the door and come back later, but you couldn't. You felt drawn to the noises somehow, breath caught in your throat as you leaned in, instead, listening.

Another breathy pant ghosted in the air, the sound sending a tingle up your spine.

Shame settled low in your stomach, joined by a shallow throb in you underwear that you refused to acknowledge.

The door was cold against your cheek, but your face felt hot, nonetheless, your fingers twitching with the desire to push against the doorknob, just to peek inside.

You stood there, listening to your brother's friend jerk off at the other side of the door — an act that would make you smack your face whenever the memory came up, but in this moment, right then, it didn't really feel like a big deal.

Then you were stupid enough to move.

There was a stubborn floorboard just a few steps away from the attic's door — a spot you knew to avoid when you had to sneak out or move around the place without waking anyone, only now your mind was too clouded by lust to remember.

As the creaky sound filled the air like a siren crying havoc, panic filled your senses.

Instantly a faint scrape of wheels scratching wood sounded from the other side of the door, accompanied by the rustle of clothes being shuffled.

You cursed under your breath, trying to get back your composure as you casually pressed down the door handle, one hand grasping your phone with your thumb— feigning a scroll across your hastily opened instagram feed.

"Kang,", you started, taking your time looking up, hoping sincerely that the heaviness in your breath only existed in your imagination. “I think something of my laundry got mixed up with yours.”

Hesitantly, you allowed your head to rise, eyes flicking towards the guy who had clumsily placed one hand in his lap, shirt all crumpled where he had dragged the material to cover whatever wasn't cloaked by his low hanging sweatpants.

His breath was labored, eyebrows shooting into his hairline as he forced a surprised expression. Your legs actually trembled at the sight.

“Uhm. Really?” He pushed his chair back, the wheels making a soft noise as they drove over the creaky floorboards. Kang lifted the edges of the neatly folded shirts which he had tossed on his bedspread, quickly checking if anything had been caught in between, that didn’t belong there. “What does it look-“

A sudden boldness spread heavy in your chest. You bit your lip in agitation.

“Something that looks like this.”, you hooked your thumb into the waistband of your sweatpants, dragging the material down until the black lace of your panties grew visible, the polyester ribbon catching the light bulb’s reflection like an invitation.

Like a moth rushing to the tiniest speck of light, Kang’s eyes were drawn to the tiny string of lace cupping your hipbone. A hungry glint glossed over his eyes as he tried to drink in the sight before you snapped your pants back into place.

“And it matches this.”, you continued, pulling down the huge shirt that hung from your shoulder until the matching bra grew visible. You only let his gaze sweep over it for a second before your temerity faded, making you drop your hand back to fumble with the seam of your shirt.

Kang's voice was all raspy as he answered, finally returning your gaze. He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips in a quick motion.

“I don’t think it’s here.”

You nodded once, putting on an unwitting face as your eyes glimpsed to the tiny ball of lace that peeked from under his thigh.

“Damn. It was my lucky one.”, you joked, the humor somehow missing in your tone as you turned on your heels to head out, shoulders only relaxing after you heard the door fall back into the lock behind you.

---

The same night, you jolted awake to the ghost of a touch. Your arms were resting above your head, breath all raggedy and soft tingles racing up your neck. As your head whirled from side to side, scanning your room for an intruder, you found the place vacant. Except for an open drawer, there was nothing out of place.

Opposite even. As you padded over to your wardrobe to close the drawer, your eyes caught on a piece of clothing that was hastily stuffed in between the rest of the underwear. You tugged it out, lip automatically curling in distaste as you found the material to be a little damp and stiff.

You felt ridiculous bringing it to your nose, but it verified your assumption.

It reeked of hand soap and a hint of something musky. You tossed it into your laundry basket, followed by the pair that you were wearing hence you found them clling to your skin, soaked with something you blamed on a wet dream you couldn't remember.

You had a suspicion.

That was the second time you got a hunch about his shy demeanor being a farce.

—

The next day you had to rush to class, since too many thoughts had crowded your head the night before and forced you to stay awake. When you arrived to class, slipping into the seat between your friend and your crush, you hurried to copy the notes your friend offered you.

The brush of a hand on your neck made your skin tickle and you instinctively ducked away from the touch, repressing a giggle. "What are you doing."

Your friends huffed, eyes fixed on something you couldn't see from your position. "Are you two-timing me?", Wooyoung’s tone sounded rather amused than accusatory but you grabbed your phone nonetheless, craning your neck to inspect the spot.

Your mouth went dry at the sight.

Right below the dip of your chin, sat an ugly spill of purple and red. The broken skin was all irritated, angrily marked by someone you couldn't remember having asked anyone to suck the spot raw.

Your stomach plummeted as your brain clicked that you were staring at a hickey.

"I didn't give you that one.", he assured you through a laugh. You were not in the mood to laugh with him.

You decided to sleep over at your friend's place that night.

--

A few days passed without any occurence. You skipped dinner a few times and averted your gaze whenever Kang passed you in the hallways. Lucky for you, the house was big and your brother kept his friend busy with school assignments.

Most days you stayed out, only leaving your friends to head home to sleep.

It was impossible to avoid him for a very long time, living under a roof and everything.

Hence you found yourself sharing the couch one evening. It was the type of family movie night that your mom forced upon you once a month. One after one your family said goodnight, leaving you half asleep on one side of the couch while Kang occupied the other, just one pillow serving as a makeshift blockade.

Kang had probably assumed you asleep hence he didn’t explain why he up and left, leaving his phone on the pillow beside your feet.

His screen lit up with a notification.

A slight curiosity flickered in your chest. You had barely any time to think about the consequences as you palmed his phone, humming in content as you found it to be unlocked.

Adrenaline raced up your skin, all traces of sleepiness gone as you spied for something, no expectation on what you would find.

There was nothing special at first. Pictures of someone else’s class notes - probably from days he was sick - landscape pictures you’d post on your socials, no selfies. You refused to acknowledge your pout at the realisation.

As you grew oblivious to the fastly passing time, you didn’t pay it any mind that Kang was watching you, his hands buried into the backrest of the sofa where he was fixing you with something alike a glare, patient to see what you were up to.

You kept scrolling, but came up empty handed.

You were fix to give up, but luckily remembered that you weren’t born yesterday.

With secure fingers you swiped all the way down to the hidden option and clicked it. The password it asked of you hadn’t startled you either. Kang didn’t seem like someone who would put much thought into stuff like that. 2580.

It opened and left you with a sting in your stomach, like someone had thrown a punch.

Dozens of pictures. Hidden away. All from different days. You could tell by the clothes, you had a big array of fits. On some pictures, you were laughing with friends, others were taken here at home and one— in your room, while you were changing.

You stared at the picture of you in your underwear, the same that had disappeared a few nights ago, face zoned out as you thought about your style options.

The picture wasn’t taken from the door, it looked like he was hiding in the adjusting bathroom that led to your room.

With a troubled breath, you forced your trembling thumb to calm down, hovering over the delete button.

You cursed under your breath as you closed the app and scrolled across his home screen. You checked his screen time.

The notes app. Most used app on that phone, you noted.

There were a lot of entries blinking back at you, all dated. You clicked the most recent one. Dated to the last time you had talked to him.

I snuck into her room again.

Again.

I placed the panties back into her drawer. I wish I could've held onto them a little longer, but she grew suspicious, so I washed them in the sink. I was hoping she'd wear them like this.

Your heart squeezed at that, a low pulse starting to sync with the rhythm of your pulse. You bit your lip to hinder a gasp from slipping out.

I was going to leave right after. I swear, I was, but she kept making those noises.

Your throat grew tight.

She was on her back, legs spread like she wanted me to crawl in between — so I did. Kept making those cute noises while I rutted against her. I didn't mean to leave a trace, but I wanted a taste, a proof that I was there.

Your neck tingled in a phantom pain, remembering the hickey that had almost faded into oblivion until now.

She came first. I barely touched her, but she came, all due to me. Just from a little friction. I don't think she has much experience in it.

You only skimmed the rest.

I need to be inside her next time. I need to hear her moan my name.

You stopped there, clicking out of the note and searching for a date set a few days before that. There really was one. The date blinked at you, as you helt a hesitant thumb over the title, clicking it open.

I didn't mean to do it.

I thought I was alone at the house. The stairs were steady under my feet, cause I remembered which one squeak. I hate that sound.

I tried to slip into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, but then I saw her. And I’m convinced that she saw me too. I swear she did it on purpose-

The sound of a caugh right next to your ear pulled you out the focus, shoulders drawn up to your chin as his phone slipped from your grip and landed on the cushion with a soft thud.

“Well,”, Kang started, “was I wrong?”

The hint of a chuckle that was laced through his words made your heart thud violently against your rib cage. He was too calm for a person who just caught someone snooping through their phone.

Almost like he meant for you to do that. The thought came quick: unlocked, left right beside you with the screen up.

Your voice sounded distant as you forced your next words out.

“There was something else on your phone.” You reached for his phone again, clumsily scrolling through his note app until you had reached the entry of the day you got those panties back.

As you tilted the screen towards him to see, you avoided looking at him, but you somehow knew that his gaze wasn't set on the phone but rather at you. Your skin burned with the attention.

“That didn’t happen, did it?”

He just sighed, stretching his arms before dropping backwards. He landed in a more graceful matter than you would've imputed him capable of, the cushions dipping where launched himself against. His head landed right on top of the pillow next to you, head tilted back to meet your eyes.

He shot you a smile that made a traitorous warmth spread in your chest. You had trouble not to return it.

“The other day I stopped by your room to return these.", he fished in his pockets for something, eyes not leaving yours as he pulled out a black ball of lace. Your eyes widened at the realisation.

Without thinking, your arm shot forwards, strenuous to grab them back but Kang jerked his hand away just as the tiop of your pointer had brushed the material, a chuckle leaving his throat as you fell forwards, noses almost brushing.

The idea of moving away didn't exactly cross your mind.

"You were so peaceful in your sleep, until you started to squirm. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what kind of dream you were having. You already know what happened since you read it. I was just eager to help you out."

His voice was honey to your ears, the actual meaning of what he was confessing only secondary to that sensation that made your pulse hammer.

„So the shyness was just an act?“, you almost sulked. You were unable to keep the disappointment off your tone.

He shook his head ever so slightly, the movement making you wiggle your nose to get rid of the ticklish sensation.

„You deleted my favorite picture, you know?“ His voice dropped an octave and you still couldn't find the urge to pull back, eyes tracing those choppy bangs which covered his eyebrows.

Without meaning to, you leaned further in. "You can take better pictures than that." With every motion your lips brushed against his and it took your all not to whimper into his mouth, but you couldn't hinder the sound from slipping past your lips as you feel his touch.

It took you by surprise as you feel his hand curl in your neck, pulling you down until your lips pressed together.

The kiss was upside down and the way his soft lips moved against yours, so sure and secure, full of practice, made you melt into him. You let out a shaky breath with every other nip, eyes fluttering shut as your body relaxed under his touch.

"You're not really like this, are you?", you breathe against him, lips still busy against his.

"hm?"

"Gentle. That's not what you're really like, is it?" You weren't sure how this thought survived long enough to make it past your tongue, hence your thoughts seemed too entangled to grasp the tiniest concept, so you started to think it never did.

But he heard it. And he was eager to prove you right.

You didn't fight it as he softly cupped your cheek and kept you steady while he turned his head to face you, rising from his lying position until he was sitting.

"Come here.", he mumbled against your lips and there was no reason for you not to do it, so you climbed into his lap, noting how you fit perfectly against his chest, tangling both arms against his neck.

He pulled back from the kiss, leaving you with a whine as you chased the warmth of his mouth, but he just chuckled breathlessly, turning his head to the side, away from you.

Irritation bloomed in your chest and you huffed, sliding your hands down his chest as you contemplated leaving him here and head to your room before it could get out of hand, but you didn't get very far.

Kang's eyes narrowed as he raked his gaze over your face, noting your expression with a hum.

You almost yelped as he grabbed your hips and surged forward, knocking the air out of your lungs as he pushed you on your back, following you down until his weight settled comfortably on your chest.

You blinked up at him, but his gaze settled on the curve of your neck, flickering up to the spot right beneath your jaw.

"Did it work?", he asked you.

"What?" You barely got out a sound, all your thoughts narrowed down to the curve of his lips. You needed another taste of him. The want inside you was growing embarrassingly ugly with every passing second that he wasn't connected to you.

"The hickey.", he clarified. "I haven't seen that guy around here in a while now."

Instead of answering, you raised your head, tilting it slightly to avoid bumping noses as you united your lips for a second time. He hummed in surprise but recovered quickly enough to dominate the kiss. He was back to caressing your face, tongue now licking into your mouth to draw noises out of you that left your own head spinning in self-consciousness.

By the second time Kang pulled back, you were panting beneath him, lips swollen from the constant switch between nipping and sucking. Kang wasn't doing much better above you, raking one hand against his forehead to brush away the sweaty strands of hair clinging to his forehead.

For a moment, you stayed frozen like this, eyes glinting in lust as your chest heaved in sync.

He reattained his composure first, moving off the couch as he extended his arm for you to take. He pulled you on your feet with a strength that took you by surprise.

His eyes crinkled at your staggered expression, muttering something affectionate under his breath before he pulled you towards the adjoinging kitchen. You didn't question it, expecting him to lead you up the stairs and into a bedroom but instead, he halted just before the kitchen counter, one yank against your arm making you stumble against his chest.

“Up.”, he ordered. You probably looked all dumbfounded as you glimpsed up at him, not understanding even as the cold marble of the kitchen counter dug into your back.

“What?”

His hands found your waist, thumbs gliding down your hip bones before his hands ascended as well, grip tightening before he helped you lift.

You grabbed the tabletop, supporting yourself until you were sitting.

He kissed your shoulder then, a little too intimate for the words that followed.

“I want to fuck you right where he fucked you.” His lips sent tingles of want against your skin, as he moved down your body, hands following the same path. He wasn't undressing you yet, just feeling you up.

As one hand cupped your breast, your knees instinctively tried to find each other, drawing together but Kang hindered you from closing your legs, stepping in between.

“In the kitchen?", you guessed. "We can’t. My parents are home.” The thought of someone rushing downstairs and catching you like this made a shiver run down your spine.

Kang didn't look half as worried, his expression carrying the hint of a thrill, actually.

“Then you’ll have to make sure you’re quiet.”, he just huffed.

“What are you-“ Your words died on your tongue as he slid one hand between your thighs.

“I know how you like it. I’ve been watching you for a while. I know just where to touch you." Like he had to prove it, he hooked one finger into your underwear, sliding the gusset to the side, before running his middle finger along your slit in an agonising pace.

You were incredibly wet already, your soaked underwear was sticking to your mound.

You muffled your cry against his shoulder.

His touch wasn't exploring. He somehow seemed to know exactly where to go next. Kang kept his lips on your neck, reviving that faded love bite as his finger parted your lower lips, the touch sending pure bliss through your veins.

Kang spread your slick with a deliberate slowness like he had all the time in the world, moving all the way from your hole to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves a few times before adding a second finger.

As he started to push those two inside your entrance, you bit into his shoulder, drawing a breathy curse from him.

You were wet enough for the stretch to not burn, but you weren't ready for how fast he was moving. His fingers barely teased your insides before curling, searching for that spot that made your head spin. He found it instantly, lips curving against your neck as you arched your back, chest pressing against his while he pumped his fingers inside you in a rhythm that made your toes curl.

You blindly grabbed at his hand, hindering his ministrations from continuing.

He shot you a look almost alike a glare, but you just shook your head, your free hand moving to tug on the waistband of his sweatpants.

Kang shot you an amused smile, giving you a quick peck on your cheek before pulling down his pants and boxers in one go, his half-hard length twitching as the rush of cold air got to him.

He was big, but you were too needy to enjoy the view.

Before he could give it a go, your hand closed around his flush member, pulling a curse from him as you gave it a quick tug, thumbing the leaking tip.

A few jerks of your hand helped him get harder and he responded to your parted knees by creeping closer until his tip aligned with your entrance. Kang wasn't exactly gentle as he pushed inside you with a quick thrust, his head falling back as he registered the searing heat that engulfed his dick.

Your breath failed to regulate as he started to move. With every snap of his hips against you, you muffled a silent scream, the drag of his veins against your delicate walls just too delicious to ignore.

Kang was bigger than you had anticipated, hence your build up was growing quickly, a pressure in your abdomen threatening to crest.

You missed the warmth of a bed.

His hands dug painfully into your waist, thumbs imprinting their silhouettes into your skin. You squirmed as you felt his teeth scrape against the joint connecting your neck and your shoulder, almost jumping in place when he dug his teeth into you.

This felt everything else but gentle and sweet. Fucking you on the kitchen counter, grinning as he watched you try to compose of your moans. This felt possessive.

His touch drifted from caressing your hips to grabbing your ass, kneading the flesh there before picking you up.

You yelped, holding onto him as your legs tangled around his middle. Somehow, he reached even deeper in this position.

Your pleasure bulled as he kept up his pace, his hips already starting to stutter, as he started to fuck into you harder. He angled your hips a little higher and-

"Fuck-" You failed to repress that one, earning a full on laughter from Kang as he kept it up, hitting that one raggedy spot that felt like it was too deep inside of you to even be able to reach but somehow, Kang was able to tend to it.

Your nerves felt alight, raw and exposed. There was a pressure that kept building, pleasure cresting as you felt him throb inside you.

Your legs quivered as your orgasm finally took over, shaking your whole body as you held on tighter to the man who was still holding you like you were part of him.

As you pulsed around him, walls tightening around his erection, he cursed softly against your chest, finally letting off your oversensitive neck, the whole area tingling and stinging with his artwork.

While your breath adjusted to your slowing heartbeat, Kang's grew erratic. His movements turned shorter, but he put more force into it. You winced as you'd grown strung out from your orgasm, hyper sensitive with every brush of his cock against your cunt.

You pinched your eyes closed, feeling body lock as he too had finally reached his peak. He surged forward, setting you back onto the table top as he rode out his orgasm, thrashing against you for a few more thrusts.

The moments that followed as you tried to adjust to the sticky liquid filling your insides, made your lips twitch in a smile.

Kang pulled back, returning your smile as your hand shot forwards to keep him there, panic flaring under your skin as you assumed that he was gonna pull out already.

Instead, he scanned your face with an almost attentive gleam in his eyes, one hand freeing your face from the damp strands of hair that clung to it.

He tilted your head upwards and gave you a tiny peck on your lips, resulting in you chasing his mouth for more. He chuckled as he gave in.

“I’m sick of it.”, he mumbled, finally.

“Of what?”

“Watching other people fuck you.” Your thoughts were still too scattered to read more into it. You didn't acknowledge what he meant by people.

Hadn't you been fucked out like this, you might've wondered why he was speaking of plural, hence you were convinced that he had only caught and watched your sexual act with Wooyoung.

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It took you about three minutes to shut everything down and gather your belongings before stepping into the darkening evening.

Your muscles were sore, screaming one thing only: home.

You were about to round the corner when a familiar silhouette caught your attention. He was leaning against a flickering street lamp, face hidden by the cloak of night.

Lanky, muscular and his face hidden behind a rising cloud of smoke that kept emitting from the orange gleaming butt of the cigarette he never bothered to finish.

The second you caught up to him, smiling widely, he had already turned, leading the way. With a lazy flick of his wrist he tossed the half finished cigarette aside, burying his hands in the depth of his jacket pockets.

He was always one for silence— at least with you, but you didn't believe in quiet walks. By the time you had reached a nearby park, you had already chewed Seongje's ear off with your tireless conversation, the excitement of meeting your boyfriend just always making you so bubbly.

"My least favorite part of our interactions.", you pouted when Seongje came to a halt, signaling his retreat. He turned his head, no sign of curiousity in those dark eyes, but no irritation either. "Having to part ways with you.", you added, feigning a sad expression.

Seongje just scoffed at that, nodding along before turning on his heels, stealing off to who knows where.

You turned yourself, fussiness bubbling in your stomach at the boy dressed in black and white who was already waiting for you on a bench near the river. Walking slowly to keep yourself from literally skipping towards him, you approached, face already strain from your unyielding smile.

When you had arrived, standing behind the backrest, you threw your arms in the air, bringing them down to wrap against Baekjin's sly shoulders from behind. The cold of his leather jacket barely startled you despite the chill breeze dancing around your limbs.

Baekjin barely reacted to your hug, just a hardly noticeable tug at the corner of his lips indicating the hint of a smile.

The walk in the dim streetlights was peaceful as usual, your conversation never sounding louder than the crunch of the soft gravel beneath your shoes. "How was your day?", he asked first, genuinely wanting to know if you had a pleasant day. You continued strolling around like that, listening to his detailless half answers to your vague questions until eventually you stood before your apartment complex.

As always, your heart sank a little at the sight. Already?

Saying goodbye seemed to grow more difficult day by day, you had noticed, lingering a little longer than you used to before.

As you slipped inside, hurrying up the steps, you entered the apartment without bothering to turn on the lights or shut the door, making a beeline for the nearest window to rip it open. The cold air tangled your hair at once but you didn't mind in the moment cause as usually Baekjin still stood glued to the spot, waiting for the sight of you waving him goodbye, retreating only when he knew that you had arrived safe and sound. With a rare but genuine smile he had reserved for you only, he left then, leaving you to trace his figure until it had vanished out of your sight.

The next day, something happened that rarely occurred. Someone who knew Baekjin stopped you on your way to campus, only you didn't know him— and he wasn't friendly either.

The shortcut through the alley had never caused you any trouble, no, it was the opposite even, saving you a whole seven minutes to get sooner to class. Today would mark the day you'd stop using it.

Your music was all but blaring out of your headphones, probably one octave from being labeled a disorderly conduct but you didn't care, the volume helping you to keep up your speed as you hurried along.

A sharp pain in your nose erupted, leaving it pulsing as you took a few steps backwards in surprise. Had you just walked into a pole?, you wondered, but looking up you were met with a rather human sight. A boy about your age maybe a year older stood before you, hands buried in a hideous track zip-up as he grinned down at you. Assuming he needed help— a rather ridiculous thought in retrospect — you took out an earpiece, halting your music in the matter.

"Yeah?", you asked after a minute of tense silence.  A sudden laugh beside you almost made you jump in shock as you began to register that there was more than just one guy with you. You'd been lying had you denied that your heart fluttered a little at the sight of the metal pipes they had their hands wrapped around.

Reluctantly, you took another step backwards, suppressing the urge to squirm as you were met with yet another body. "What the fuck?", you exclaimed, succeeding to mark the slight tremble in your voice with a hint of irritation.

"I need you to pass something along to Baekjin.", the one right before you spat, apparently a code word for his friends to hit their pipes against the concrete floor.

The show of imitation raised something different than the assumed fear in you. Trying to assault you in the middle of the day and making you run late to uni? White hot anger flared under your skin.

Automatically, your feet carried you forwards, arm raised before your brain could calculate the possible outcomes. Your acrylics raked across his face, leaving white streaks that turned red in an instant.

The guy before you cursed something incoherently rude before grabbing your wrist, surely bursting some capillaries along your pulsing skin where he was pressing down on. You winced in pain.

You had to compliment his strength with a kick to between his legs but before you could do so much as raise your foot, a whistle tore through the racket, leaving the guys around you to hold their breaths.

The hold around your wrist faltered and as did his expression. You didn’t have to follow his gaze to assume who stood behind you.

"Tell me, instead.”, he proposed. That familiar tone in his voice making the corners of your mouth switch up. “I'll make sure it reaches Baekjin."

Three of them managed to run before Seongje had mad it their turn to get beaten up. You watched with a careless expression as Seongje dropped the last one on the concrete, his sneakers leaving an ugly print on the part of the assiliant’s face where he was pressing it on.

Your eyes flicked to your phone screen. It was too late to go to class anyways, your teacher wouldn’t let anyone in who arrived tardier than five minutes.

You cursed, pointing a look at Seongje as he started approaching you with a newly lit cigarette dangling in between his teeth.

"And what's with you?”, he jut his chin towards you. “Don't you at least know how to throw a punch?"

You scoffed.

“I clawed at his face.”

He sized you up with an irritated gaze. “Yeah, so good it almost left a scratch.”

As your day went on, you bullied the memory of the incident into the back of your head, slowly forgetting what had just occurred a few hours ago, concentration swapping between your friends’ stories, class topics and new projects you had to plan for extracurriculars.

So when you waved your friends goodbye, heading out of campus, you were dumbfounded as to why your boyfriend was awaiting you, one hand in the blazer of his own school uniform.

A nervousness spread across your stomach as you tried to tally all possible anniversaries you could’ve missed. Had something special happened on this day a year ago?

Before you could come up with anything, something shifted on your back. At the sudden lack of heaviness, your back straightened automatically.

Baekjin didn’t even acknowledge your thank you as he held your backpack in his hand, instead walking on while you trailed beside him. You didn’t put much thought behind it, enjoying the chilly quietness of the approaching evening.

When he finally decided to break the silence, you were on the entrance to the shortcut that had recently fallen out of your affection.

He came to a sudden halt, stalling your walk as well hence you had to stop abruptly to not walk into him. He carefully tangled his fingers around your wrist, bringing it up slowly.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the display of fingerprints etched into your skin.

"What happened here?", he asked, something different than curiosity painting his voice. Whatever lie you’d press through your teeth would be hard to swallow. You didn’t realise because your longsleeved shirt was covering half your palms but as Baekjin pushed the material up your arm, he revealed a collection of colorful red bruises. They’d turn violent soon.

You just shrugged, half-heartedly, eager to change the topic quickly. "I just fell.", you lied, aware of the way his jaw clenched at your deception. With that you turned, aiming to change the direction of your walk, but Baekjin stood rooted, already heading for the other way.

You called out his name.

“Let’s walk a different path, okay?”

Baekjin huffed but he stopped. “For what reason?”

“None.”, you lied. “It’s just shady is all. Makes my skin crawl. I usually don’t take it.”

“Never?” His head snapped to yours and you squirmed under his pointy gaze.

“I know what happened this morning.”

Seongje.

You exhaled. He wouldn’t blame himself, would he?

“I know. I know I was lucky Seongje was around randomly-“, you started but your boyfriend cut you off.

“It wasn’t random.” Your interest perked at that and you looked at him.

"You're tracking my phone?" The conclusion had just popped into your head and you craved that he’d deny the accusation but it seemed he had no intention of doing that.

“I told you to be careful so often.”, he started but you had to cut him off this time.

"I'm still stuck on the fact that you're tracking my phone. How do I undo it?" You palmed you phone, unlocking it to look for any unusual sight but you came up empty handed.

"You can't undo it.”, he let you know. “And you won't have to worry about it either once we go our separate ways."

Your head threatened to explode with the new flood of information, creating a pressure that simulated a rubber band pressing at your skull.

"I can't even take you to the place I spent half of my day at, because I'm worried that you'll get hurt.”, he continued.

You noticed now what was off about him. Something you couldn’t pinpoint earlier when he had picked you up. It was his voice.

There was no hint of warmth in it. No affection that only you could hear, no, he sounded cold, void.

And then came the sentence that had your blood run cold.

“You're a liability."

—-

His words left you aching. Like on impulse, you turned on your heels and rushed home, as if you could escape the conversation fast enough, his words would never meet you— and that meant he never said them, right? It made sense in your head.

As you entered your home, you made a beeline for the window, opening it fast enough that you could catch a glimpse of Baekjin lurking in his usual spot before leaving.

You hoped that it was a bad dream, a misunderstanding at large.

And since Baekjin knew you well enough to understand your thinking, he sent Seongje the next day, just to confirm.

"He can't even come here himself and tell me to my face?” Your voice was one more word away from breaking.

"Is it because I can't fight? Tell him that I'll learn. Tell him, Seongje, please I-" The hint of tears caressed your cheeks, inviting the cold air of the afternoon to come and wrap around the wet spots.

Seongje threw his head into his neck. “It’s over. Just accept it.”

——

You hadn’t seen either after that. No one picked you up after your shift, your evenings had filled with a calm that didn’t match the easiness there had been before. It was frustrating.

A few days ago you had all you could ask for and now you’d found yourself in a stretch of time that left you too numb to even respond to your friends’ text half of the time.

The first few days, you were shattered but you tried to undo it, only to find that he had deleted all traces of contact. His number was gone, call history swiped. You never bothered to remember it by heart and there was no piece of paper with his digits scribbled on top either.

It took a few weeks of spilled tears and comforting sleepovers at your friends’ places but eventually, you got used to the idea of never hearing from him again. You told yourself that there was no future awaiting you if he was involved.

Slowly, you got your spark back, started to smile back at costumers, even raised your hands a few times in class again, startling the teachers that had almost forgotten your name with the vague occurrence.

Just as your life had clawed itself out of stop-motion, you were bound to fall back.

The footsteps that sounded behind you had your hands ache from the grip on your keys. The metal dug into your palm but you were too focused on listening to the approaching guys behind you to pay heed to your broken skin.

Your pluse spiked as one of them crept into your peripheral, halting you in your steps as he came to stop right in front of you.

“Are you kidding me?”, you simply cussed out, the sheer ridiculousness of them not having learnt their lessons making irritation creep up your spine.

“What do you want now?”, you pressed through gritted teeth, a loose boulder two steps before you whispering its invitation for you to grab it and test its heaviness.

“I was hoping for a conversation without your guard dog around.”, he explained to you, matter-of-factly.

It was too late for this. You opened your mouth to tell him that you weren’t together anymore, but closed it instead. İt wasn’t your best idea to just out yourself as alone when you had a bunch of guys corner you in a dark alley.

To add to the horror, you realised while looking around that the area you had stumbled into didn’t seem familiar to you. in your haze You had walked into the opposite direction.

“This time I don’t need you to talk to him.”

Whatever innuendo he had laced with his assertion you didn’t need to find out.

Quickly, you side stepped him and lunged for the brick. Like you had presumed, it was heavy in your hand, fine grains of stone trickling down your palm.

You barely let him turn to you before you tightened your grip and brought the massive boulder down to his temple.

Easier said than done. He didn’t go limp like they do in the movies, instead he cried out, held one hand to the pulsing spot and grabbed your hair. Your scalp screamed in white hot pain, so you kicked against his shin to loosen his grip. It worked and he stumbled backwards.

The fight broke loose. You earned a blow or two but managed to give them back something similar in taste. By the time you were done, your breath was laggy and your skin was pulsing. You touched more skin than you had anticipated, wincing whenever someone grabbed you.

With your last hit, the brick sliced into two pieces, falling out of your hold and colliding into chunky crumbs as it hit the floor.

You could barely catch your breath before one of them lunged at you again.

With your limbs worn out, you simply turned your head to lessen the impact, anticipating the next blow. It never came.

You looked up to find the guy frozen before you, his eyes locked onto something while his friends exchanged a frantic look.

Who-

You recognised the voice first.

“What suddenly you can fight?”, Seongje asked, a trademark cockiness coating his words.

The guys before you scurried together before quickly limping away.

Seongje’s gaze fell on you.

You turned on your heels, quickening your steps.

“You don’t miss me?”, he teased.

“I hoped I’d never have to see you again.”, you retorted, irritation hot under your skin as you listened to his footsteps follow you.

“Well, unlucky for you,”, he started, struggling to talk around what you assumed what a cigarette. “You kind of stepped into our operation area.”

You stopped in your tracks, earning a sound of surprise from Seongje as he sidestepped you to avoid a clash.

Before you stood a garage and next to decorated with a huge neon sign, a bowling place. This is where he works?

Before your next thoughts could start to form, you saw him. Your stomach dropped at the sight.

His gaze was already fixed on you, hands in his jacket pockets as he took in your appearance.

You stood rooted, unable to move as he closed the distance to you in a few strides.

You shivered visibly, unsure whether it was weather related. You did forget your windbreaker at work. Baekjin’s eyebrow quivered slightly as he noticed, too.

“You look cold.”, he stated, moving to slide off his jacket but you took a step back. “Don’t.”

He huffed but nodded, moving his hand towards your face instead.

As you turned your head to the side to avoid his touch, your tongue darted towards a wet spot along the inner corner of your mouth. An unpleasant copper taste spread on your tongue. Did he want to wipe the blood off your lips?

Annoyed, you huffed. “You don’t get to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like you care about me.” You didn’t dare to raise your voice, fearing that it might trigger you to sob. And once you’ve started, it wouldn’t stop until you were asleep from exhaustion.

“My grades are better because my new tutor is smart and I don’t have to blush whenever he looks at me. And I get home way sooner because no one’s taking me on dates when it’s too dark to see. And I finally have time for my friends again.” You knew it was unfair to put the blame on him, but you had to admit, it made everything so easy. Memories flooded your mind, pictures of non-answered phone calls because he was busy drowned out the memories of him apologising through actions and keeping up promises to make up.

Late nights of him draping his jacket over your shoulders because you shivered in your sleep and him not paying attention to the cinema screen because he was busy admiring your reactions to the scenes all slipped your mind.

You let yourself forget the good times. Easy as that.

"I'm not your liability anymore. You chose to stay away, so stay away."

You turned, ignoring the sting in your heart as you tried to ignore the tiny twitch in his expression. You didn’t dare to acknowledge what it was.

Hurt.

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