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Don't Talk to Me (m) HHJ

Pairing: Hyunjin x virgin(noona)!Reader

Enemies to lovers, University AU, fuckboy(ish)!Hyunjin, PWP (or not?? Because I just gotta have a ton of plot???), a smidge of angst?, smut

Warnings: explicit content, drunk (tipsy?) sex, first time

Word Count: ~9k

Summary: Hyunjin is definitely not the right guy to be your first. Or is he?

Author’s note: Hiii sweetheartsss!! Ok, don’t kill me, I know it’s been too long… I had a lot on my plate, but honestly, I wanted to post earlier! Finding a beta was taking too long, so I had to give up on my usual editing routine... I was itching to finally share this with you on my bday month, so this is why I’m bringing it to you as is! And I hope that you like it still~

Network Tags: @kvanity-main @ksmutsociety

Hyunjin got himself off the improvised dance floor just to dry his face off with a paper towel. He enjoyed dancing, attracting the crowd’s attention with his fluid moves, but he didn’t enjoy sweating a full lake, so he was used to cutting his performance short. On this occasion he had done so just in time to join his friends in the midst of some commotion.

He leaned onto the bar counter installed for the party their student union organized this spring in place of a failed Halloween party last year, and noticed that Bangchan and Jeongin, whom he knew from the swimming team, were currently struggling to put out the fury of another teammate, Changbin.

‘What’s up?’ Hyunjin asked Seungmin, the know-it-all economics major, who just stood around looking completely done with this shitshow.

‘Changbin can’t deal with rejection, that’s what’s up.’

‘Rejection?’ The local gym aficionado roared. ‘She’s just being a bitch!’

‘Calm down-’ Bangchan sighed, glancing to the side for a moment. ‘You’re drunk.’

‘No, but hyung! Did you hear what she said to me??’

Everyone exchanged knowing looks, and Hyunjin turned to Seungmin again for clarification.

‘The psych major noona that he was hitting on told him off with “don’t talk to me, you ugly beast” or some shit.’

‘She didn’t,’ Jeongin interjected. ‘Call him names, that is.’

‘She might as well have!’ Changbin complained loudly, making Bangchan flinch next to him. ‘The look she gave me said as much!’

‘You’re not her type, deal with it or go home and cry yourself to sleep,’ Seungmin shrugged. ‘In any case, you handle him, I’m getting a migraine.’

He turned around, and Hyunjin decided to slip away from the drama while he could, pretending that he wanted to ask something from Seungmin.

‘So… was she that hot?’

The economics major frowned, turning to him briefly.

‘To you, who isn’t?’ He paused for a second. ‘Although she isn’t really your type.’

‘Why?’ Hyunjin asked, unwrapping a lollipop he had in his pocket and popping it into his mouth casually.

‘Because she’s actually smart. She used to be in economics too, and she had great scores. Our professor’s still disappointed that she decided to switch to psych.’

‘Is she also a second year?’

‘No. She’s actually in her final year, although she started over when she changed majors. Something about the credits and difference in programs… Whatever.’

‘Whoa, so she’s what… Older than Chan?’

‘Maybe they’re the same age, I’m not sure.’

Hyunjin hummed, rolling the candy on his tongue.

‘Is the interrogation over?’

‘Can you point me in her direction?’

‘Man, are you kidding me?’ Seungmin exclaimed, unable to grasp why Hyunjin wouldn’t let it go. ‘Why are you so interested? I know you’d literally fuck anything that moves, but this isn’t the case.’

‘First of all, not everything. I’m quite picky, actually. Also, who said anything about fucking?’

‘Like there can be anything else on your agenda.’

Hyunjin grinned bashfully at him.

‘I just wanna see who’s got Changbin’s balls in a twist like that. By the way, why did you say it’s not the case?’

Seungmin rolled his eyes as Hyunjin jumped back to the previous topic again.

‘Look, half of the girls in here would gladly spend the night with you. Don’t bother normal people who have standards with your bullshit. As far as I know, she’s rejected everyone who has ever tried hitting on her. I guess she doesn’t want to date someone from uni. Or at all. Either way, peace out.’

Hyunjin didn’t care much about his friend leaving as his mind was occupied with something else entirely. He was genuinely curious what kind of a unicorn you were, and Seungmin’s annoyed reaction to his inquiries only made it more enticing.

Deep in his thoughts, he returned to the counter to get another drink.

A familiar voice called after him.

‘Oppa!’

He turned around, and someone dressed as a forest nymph almost ran into his chest. He quickly realized that the smaller figure belonged to Ryujin, whom he had known from the dance classes he took back in high school.

‘Cool outfit,’ she praised, biting her lower lip. ‘You look hot, oppa.’ She added, playing coy.

He didn’t have much of an outfit going on, just a pair of black jeans, a loose burgundy shirt he unbuttoned quite generously, some jewelry and red contacts on top of that. He didn’t need much to pull off a vampire look tonight.

‘Thanks,’ he murmured, ignoring her flirtatious presence. ‘What’s up?’

‘Not much,’ she followed him to the bar and made an order. ‘Just trying to have some fun.’

Hyunjin nodded, barely registering her voice.

‘Ah, Ryujin-ah…’ He suddenly jumped out of his thoughts. ‘You’re majoring in psychology, aren’t you?’

‘I am. Why?’ She leaned in, misunderstanding his premise.

‘Do you know that sunbae... the one who used to be in economics?’ He asked, taking his lollipop out of his mouth and rolling the stick between his fingers.

She froze, surprised by his random question.

‘You mean… Y/N eonni?’

Y/N. Hyunjin repeated your name in his mind to commit it to memory.

‘Have you seen her around?’

‘Uh, yeah,’ she replied, still confused. ‘She’s over there.’

Hyunjin’s eyes flicked to where she was pointing immediately. He searched the area, taking in the females in his line of vision.

‘The one wearing the crazy ass stilettos?’

‘No… That’s Seoyeon eonni, the friend who probably dragged her here. The other one is Y/N eonni.’

The vampire-like eyes swept across your figure intently.

‘The tiny one wearing platformed sneakers?’

‘She’s not tiny, it’s just ‘cause Seoyeon eonni is super tall in those shoes… Why are you asking about her all of a sudden, oppa?’

‘No reason,’ Hyunjin murmured.

There was something interesting about you, and he could not pin it down. Maybe it was the fact that everyone was so pointedly perplexed by his curiosity about you that was intriguing him even more.

‘See you around,’ he muttered, noticing that you drifted away from your friend group to renew your drink.

It was a great opportunity to see the noona who rejected Changbin so coldly up close.

‘Oppa, wait!’ Ryujin caught him by the sleeve. ‘Weren’t you getting a drink?’

‘You can have it,’ he shrugged, popping his candy back into his mouth before turning around and continuing to stride in the direction where you’d just disappeared.

He soon located you at another bar counter, which looked a bit deserted. Waltzing there as nonchalantly as he could, he took the bar stool right next to you, not caring for a second that there were at least half a dozen empty spots at this counter. You stopped rubbing your ankle and looked up at the person who disturbed you by almost bumping his knees into yours.

‘That must hurt… Mrs Addams?’ He assumed from your black outfit.

You gave him a slow onceover before your eyes reached his face. Hyunjin licked his lips, not seeing the usual spark of interest there at all.

‘Maleficent.’

‘Oh, that’s a nasty one. But you didn’t make it obvious with the lack of horns and wings… Well, horns at least,’ he smirked in the most charming way he could.

But you… rolled your eyes.

‘You’re right. Came in too cheesy.’ He quickly recovered, offering a bashful, ‘Let’s start over. I’m Hyunjin, by the way.’

‘And… who might you be, Hyunjin?’ You asked, looking him straight in his red irises.

‘I, uh- A vampire?’ He replied, sounding a bit less confident than he planned.

‘You don’t seem too sure about that.’

He swallowed, almost panicking at the thought that you might give him the harsh refusal just like you did to Changbin earlier. This was truthfully not part of his plan for tonight.

‘It’s Y/N. And you might want to lay off the candy before your teeth start to rot,’ you chuckled, getting off your chair.

‘It’s nice to meet yo-’

‘Hyunjin? Don’t talk to me.’ You turned away again, walking back to your friends.

He was just kicked to the curb. But why did it feel so exciting?

***

Hyunjin could not stop smirking all night. He wasn’t sure why it was, but he was sure of one thing – he did not repeat his friend’s unfortunate fate. Yes, you sort of turned him down. Yes, you walked away and told him to quit talking to you.

But that was different. The way he saw it, that was just playful banter, some push-and-pull, if you will. He definitely had your attention there, even if for a fleeting moment. And now he was determined to have it again, when the timing was right.

It wasn’t usual for Hyunjin to be so eager though. Yes, he’d had opportunities to put his ‘hunter’ nature to the test when he wanted to woo certain girls. But he clocked his goal from the very beginning and went for it without hesitation, as it was a short-term one anyway. This time… he hadn’t a clue of what his end goal was. But the act of play you only engaged with him in for a minute had him excited for more. All of a sudden, tonight of all nights, you became the most interesting person in his proximity.

So he spent it replaying your dialogue in his head, while rolling the lollipop on his tongue and ditching boring conversations with other fellow students. He wasn’t in the mood for their advances. He was a man on a mission, despite seemingly chilling atop of a bar stool.

‘Y/N-aaaah!’

Hyunjin turned his attention to the source of the obnoxiously loud exclamation.

His eyes slowly glided down a tall figure, which definitely belonged to your friend, Seoyeon, who seemed so drunk that she couldn’t even stand up straight. You held her by the waist, while scolding her. Hyunjin couldn’t hear the words, but your face expression gave it away from afar.

Without thinking for too long, he slipped off of his chair with lazy grace. He caught up with you just in time to grab Seoyeon’s elbow and prevent both of you from toppling over.

‘Let me lend you a hand,’ he offered good-naturedly.

‘It’s okay…’ You tried to refuse, but he already noticed the way you struggled to walk with your much taller friend latched onto you.

‘I’ll grab you a taxi home.’

He helped you get outside from the crowded party hall, and you seemed relieved to finally breathe in some cold night air.

Hyunjin glanced at you as you stretched your neck, looking around. For a moment he lost his train of thought, imagining sketching the lines of your silhouette, but then you pointed at the yellow car parked nearby.

He took a quick look at the driver and decided it would be safer to just get in with you.

‘You don’t have to come with,’ you assured him as soon as he occupied the front seat.

‘It’s no problem. We’ll drop you off first and be on our way.’

You didn’t respond.

The drive wasn’t too long, but Hyunjin was itching to turn his head and see what was up in the back seat. He was cursing himself out for being a decent human being and giving you some space. And still, when you arrived at the apartment you shared with Seoyeon, he got out of the car. As you struggled to drag your intoxicated friend out of the vehicle, he stepped closer.

‘Do you want me to take over?’

You sighed.

‘And what would you do that I can’t?’

‘Hm, let’s see… Carry her on my back? How about that?’

‘Not in this dress.’ You declined, tugging at her short outfit to cover her modesty.

‘I can carry her in my arms too. Or throw her over my shoulder. Something she deserves for getting shitfaced.’

‘You can. If you want her to puke all over you.’

Hyunjin poked his cheek with his tongue. You were right in your sarcasm, and despite being unwilling to do this, he knew this was the only thing he could offer to assist you.

‘Duly noted. Now step aside, please.’

He moved you slightly to the side and got to Seoyeon. The alcohol on her breath almost made him dizzy.

‘Whoa, did she drink half a liquor store?’ He grumbled, struggling to get her out of the car.

You hurried up and fixed her dress after he picked her up. He couldn’t believe that you were so concerned with her flashing her panties to the entire… empty street, while she had zero care in the world judging by her current possum-like state.

‘After you,’ he murmured, urging you to lead the way.

Getting into the building and onto your floor was a breeze. But as you arrived at the doorstep and you started beeping in the passcode, Seoyeon suddenly awakened. She started thrashing in Hyunjin’s arms, almost causing him to drop her while you opened the door.

‘Seoyeon-ah, it’s fine, we’re just helping you get ho-’ You tried to soothe her, but this angry demon wiggled out of Hyunjin’s hold and used you to get away from him.

By throwing you right at him and bolting into the shutting door of your apartment.

‘Helping me? You better help yourself!’ She yelled, and the door clicked shut behind her.

Overcome by the state of shock for a moment, Hyunjin didn’t realize that he was holding you by the shoulders with your back to his chest. You were stunned as well, so you didn’t notice either.

‘Wow… Oh, sorry!’ You finally jumped out of his accidental embrace and bowed. ‘Sorry. And thanks… for the help.’

‘Are you sure you can handle the rest? She seems… a little aggressive?’

‘She… I can deal with her. Thanks anyway.’

You opened the door again.

‘Just “thanks”? After all the trouble?’ He chuckled, drawing your attention again.

‘Is there something else I can do?’ You asked in earnest.

He thought for a moment.

‘You owe me. A wish.’

You huffed.

‘I don’t trust you to make a reasonable wish.’

‘Ouch. I’ll try to make it reasonable, but no promises there,’ he shrugged.

‘Goodnight, Hyunjin,’ you said, and he gathered from your tone that you’d accepted your fate.

‘Night, noona.’

You chewed on your lip for a moment, but did not correct him. A thud from the inside of the bathroom broke the extended silence, and you nodded him a quick goodbye before shutting the door.

Hyunjin sighed. Nothing was going the way he anticipated, yet he didn’t feel disappointed or impatient.

Or maybe he was a little disappointed, but this time, it was because he didn’t want to leave. Not because he wanted to make advances at you; rather, he wanted to be more helpful.

And he wouldn’t usually go out of his way like this.

***

Hyunjin couldn’t handle it.

It had been two weeks since the party, and he hadn’t talked to you since. It bothered him to no end. He was also equally disturbed by the fact that it affected him so much. Yes, he’d experienced this “flirting phase” excitement before. But the stakes were always low for him. They were pretty girls that he wanted to spend some time with, and he was always upfront about it. He wasn’t interested in anything else. He didn’t want to know what their favorite color was, or what they had for breakfast on a particular day, or what was going on in their lives in general. He wasn’t in it to build anything with them, and he made it known right away.

That was also the reason he always ignored any attempts to get closer by someone he considered his friends. He knew there would be no friendship had he crossed that line. Girls always had this idealistic image in their head. They thought they could change his mind. That he’d merely never met the right person, and if they just get to be with him for a short while, he’d know. He’d settle down.

For Hyunjin, it wasn’t the hypothesis that was wrong. He agreed with that notion wholeheartedly. But he also knew that he wouldn’t change for any of them. He knew what he wanted, and even if, for now, he settled for less than that, it couldn’t become something he’d accept as a permanent solution.

He wanted more, even if he had to wait for it. And he was greedy about it too.

That was the first thing everyone got wrong about him. They thought he was all talent, the god-given impeccable physique and a pretty face. That he was soft and mellow, and women just melted in front of him, while he only had to make the minimal effort of eating them with a dessert spoon.

But it wasn’t like that at all. Hyunjin was always very competitive, to his own detriment at times. He built himself up in all aspects he deemed valuable, all by his own hard work. And although he realized that he had to thank his parents for making it a little easier for him to open some doors, he was still the one opening them. No, he was the one barging in through all of them.

This wasn’t the case with whatever he had going on with you though. What started as a little game to him, out of idle curiosity, just to fool around and maybe drive Changbin nuts for a second, quickly morphed into something else. He didn’t follow you around like a puppy, but he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to make a move had it presented itself. He was pensive about what it actually was about you that made him so enthralled, and he didn’t have an answer so far. What he had was confidence and intent.

It didn’t hurt that you were always hot and cold with him either. You didn’t flirt with him openly and didn’t even seem that happy to interact with him. But he could tell that you didn’t dislike his playfulness with you at all. You always drew the line, making it known that you didn’t want to engage in anything, and yet, it always felt like you’d known each other for ages and were on familiar terms. So, he became even more intrigued.

He didn’t anticipate that, although it was hardly surprising, but the feeling became more crystallized the day he stumbled upon you in your natural habitat, otherwise known as the campus library.

Hyunjin hesitated for a moment when he saw you glued to the bookshelf he was looking for. What were the odds? You were skimming through a book, completely unaware of his presence behind your back. But the urge to make it work somehow got the best of him.

‘I had no idea you were into impressionism,’ he muttered, his voice betraying him and sounding a lot hoarser than he intended.

You swirled around to face him, and he cleared his throat.

‘Are you following me?’ Was the first thing you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

He chuckled at your question. Might as well follow you at this point. You were not easy to track down for a casual chat.

‘I got a GPS tracker on you,’ he shrugged, quickly adding after noticing your unamused glare, ‘I’m just kidding! Came here for some books on art, and here you are.’

‘Right,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘What do you know about art?’

Hyunjin huffed, taking this question as a grave insult. He tongued his cheek, the level of sass in his tone spiking in that millisecond.

‘Just that you conveniently have your book open on one of my favorite artists.’

‘You like…’ You looked down at the page. ‘Claude Monet?’

‘Who doesn’t?’ Hyunjin replied, eyebrows raised and arms crossed defensively. ‘He is only one of the most famous artists of all time.’

‘You’re right,’ You suddenly agreed. ‘That doesn’t prove anything.’

Hyunjin hurriedly continued making his point.

‘But I studied him a lot. I like the way he was obsessed with light and played with it in his works. I also use some of his techniques in my paintings, it helps convey the emotions I want t-’

‘You paint??’

His rant came to a hold, and he stared at you for a moment, taking in your genuine surprise and curiosity.

‘Yeah?’ He cleared his throat again, not particularly happy with how unsure he sounded the first time. ‘Yeah, I paint a lot.’

‘That’s… cool,’ you reply, scrutinizing him as if it was the first time you saw him.

Hyunjin didn’t move or breathe for a long moment, observing you as well.

‘Do you know any Dutch artists though?’

‘I, uh- sure. Van Gogh is another favorite of mine. There’s also Rembrandt and Vermeer. Piet Mondrian, if you prefer something more colorful and geometric.’

You nodded.

Then you suddenly shoved the book in his arms.

‘You can, uh- you can have it then.’

Hyunjin gaped at you, startled by the abrupt twist of your conversation.

‘But-’

‘It’s fine. You came here for it, and I got other things to research. Bye, Hyunjin.’

You quickly made yourself scarce, as per usual letting him know that you were not planning to continue interacting with him.

Hyunjin sighed, leaning on the bookshelf with his back. It wasn’t even that crazy of an interaction. You were just having a basic conversation about art he likes and can recommend. What was so burdensome about this discussion that you had decided to flee so hastily?

He picked up another book and walked into the library hall. But instead of leaving, he sat down in the vacant corner, right across from you. He wasn’t trying to be obvious, rather, his ego compelled him to stay and pretend like he didn’t care about another blatant rejection from you. He flipped through the pages of his books, not paying too much attention; then he sighed and got out his sketchbook.

It didn’t take him long to go from random scribbles to sketches of female figures. Hyunjin missed the moment he stopped paying attention to his materials, watching you writing something down in your notebook, and starting using you as reference for his quick drawings. He didn’t catch himself noticing how pouty your lips looked while you concentrated, or how silky your hair seemed even from so far away. His pencil stopped as he grasped that he was sketching your chest, and his eyes kept going back to reconcile the lines on paper with the real deal.

Hyunjin closed his sketchbook and quickly gathered his things, realizing that he was more fucked than he thought.

***

It was an excruciating week of internal turmoil, when his thoughts went back to you whenever he was working out, painting, attending class, going out, staying home… Basically around the clock. And he tried, he really did try to talk himself out of continuing to make a fool out of himself in front of you, but life decided it was time to make your paths cross again.

In a more substantial way this time.

Hyunjin stood there for a moment, watching you destroy your chicken drumstick. He was surprised to see you so passionate about your simple dinner, but it was kinda cute. Up until your eyes languidly swiped across the café and accidentally locked with his. You froze, and Hyunjin started walking towards you, ignoring the way you dropped the bone you cleaned seconds prior and frowned.

‘You seem to have a good appetite at this late hour,’ he teased, reaching your table.

‘I did. Until you decided to spoil it by showing up,’ you grumbled, wiping your fingers with a tissue.

‘Something I… have never been accused of, actually.’ Hyunjin smirked.

‘There’s a first time for everything.’

‘That seat’s not taken, is it?’ He asked, sitting down across from you before you replied.

‘It was.’

‘By?’

‘A friendly ghost.’

Hyunjin chuckled. He found your exaggerated annoyance with him amusing. And maybe a little sexy.

‘Imo, can I have one plain soju here, please?’ You called out to the owner of the joint.

‘Of course,’ the owner replied affably, earning a quick “thank you” from you.

‘Make it two!’ Hyunjin interjected, then turned back to you. ‘Imo? Do you come here often, or is that actually your auntie?’

You rolled your eyes.

‘I’ve been here before. She was nice to me.’

‘Strange how I haven’t bumped into you earlier. I’m a regular. I live just down the street.’

‘TMI.’

He huffed at your disinterested expression as two bottles of soju appeared on the table.

‘Hello! Do you want the usual?’ The owner asked, a lot more pleased to see Hyunjin than you were.

‘No, I’ll help this one with her-’

‘No.’ You raised your palm, looking slightly menacing with that serious face of yours. ‘Don’t even think about it. That’s for me.’

Hyunjin coughed.

‘You cannot possibly finish this alone…’

‘Watch me.’

Half-impressed, half-threatened by you, he turned back to announce his order.

‘Just the usual ramyeon for me. Thanks, imo-nim.’

As the happy owner disappeared to sort out his order, he peered down at you again. You already got back to your chicken, so, the gentleman that he – sometimes – was, he took it upon himself to pour you a shot of soju.

You threw it down before he put down the bottle.

‘Whoa, aren’t you thirsty,’ he huffed, pouring you some more. ‘Not even going to reciprocate?’

Sighing, you took the bottle from his hand and filled up his glass. His beer glass, actually.

‘Haven’t been here for 5 minutes, and you’re already trying to get me drunk. I see what you’re doing, you sly fox.’

‘That’s to avoid serving you a drink every-’

You didn’t finish, as he emptied his glass in one go.

‘Are you kidding me?’

‘The things a man would do to be served by you.’ Hyunjin murmured, feeling the warmth travel down his esophagus and pool in his stomach.

You sighed again, filling up his glass.

‘Don’t,’ you warned as soon as his fingers touched it. ‘I will break this bottle over your head.’

‘You’re vicious.’ Hyunjin smiled, tilting his head to the side. ‘That’s kinda hot.’

‘Stop flirting with me.’ You cut him off, downing your shot of soju. ‘And open the second bottle.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

***

You’d spent the next three hours at the café, and Hyunjin was not tipsy at this point. You were tipsy, and he… He was actually drunk.

So drunk, in fact, that he insisted that he would not go home under any circumstances unless you walked him there. On foot. Which wasn’t the craziest amount of nighttime exercise per se, but a ridiculous demand nevertheless.

But you apparently ruled that it was not the hill to die on as it only took you a 20-something-minute stroll to get to his apartment. And get him in his apartment. And Hyunjin had to be honest… He didn’t even need as much help as he requested. He wasn’t as drunk after breathing some chilly night air, but there was also a strange thrill of having you in his den.

Oh, there was also the fact that he had spilled someone else’s beer all over you. So now you were in his bathroom cleaning up. Right after he used his practical 3-minute shower to sober up enough to feel the weight of his actions.

He recounted all of it again. He was drunk and obnoxious, soiled your clothes, had you walk him home and… Now you were in his bathroom, possibly naked. Why did he allow all this to take place? How? This was not the way to win points with you, and he knew it.

Hyunjin decided to reclaim his status (which wasn’t great to begin with, to be completely honest) and at least make an effort to be a decent host. He busied himself in the kitchen, getting the coffee machine running. His head was still buzzed up from the bottles of soju he had consumed earlier, and it was definitely a good idea to kickstart his brain with caffeine in order to come up with a better strategy.

He did not have time to do so. Somehow you had finished your shower super quickly and walked out of the bathroom, making him jump as you approached him soundlessly.

‘Uh, sorry- I just wanted to ask if you had shorts by any chance? Your pants are way too long for me…’

Hyunjin malfunctioned for a second, taking in the sight of you wearing his baggy clothes. Yes, his sweatpants were pooling at your feet in the most comedic way, but the thought of you wearing shorts at his home nearly drove him nuts. He had to slowly exhale, reminding himself that his shorts would probably be pretty long on you as well, so it was fine. He was fine.

But he wasn’t at all fine.

When you sat across from him, your legs crossed and up on the sofa, he had to remind himself not to stare at you as he set down a mug for you at the coffee table. He tried to control his impulses, but failed spectacularly.

‘You’re so pretty…’ was his only thought.

When you pierced him with your eyes, he realized that he must have said it out loud.

He swallowed, caught off guard by his own lack of game, and suddenly felt a strong urge to be a man and own it. So, he doubled down.

‘You are really pretty.’

You seemed surprised still, then chuckled softly.

‘Thanks?’

He cocked his head to the side, questioning why you replied as if you weren’t sure about his statement. As far as he was concerned, it was an obvious fact that he recited.

‘Are you still drunk?’ You inquired casually, taking a sip of coffee before setting the cup back on the table.

Hyunjin brushed his hair back, clearing his throat to sound more stable.

‘No. I washed up and had coffee. I’m fresh and ready for round two.’ He almost didn’t slur any of his words.

You pursed your lips to contain a smile. Even he was aware that it was not in the cards for him, unless he planned on having a massive hangover for the next three days.

‘Ready for round two?’ You asked, smirking as you nodded. ‘Yours should only be in bed.’

He didn’t know he had enough agility left in him to turn his head as swiftly as he did.

‘I meant sleeping, Hyunjin!’ You quickly clarified.

As he kept staring at you, making you self-conscious, you added another nail in your coffin.

‘Not as in fucking, just plain old sleep-’

‘I see how quickly your mind went there, noona,’ Hyunjin murmured, sliding a bit closer to you on the sofa. ‘Just be real about it.’

‘Real? About what?’

‘Your desire to be fucked. By me.’

His heart raced as the words left his mouth, and he looked down at his knee, which was only an inch away from yours. He was ready for anything, for you laughing, slapping him, storming out…

But not for the silence.

He turned to you again, his heartbeat loud in his ears. Saw you swallow, muttering something nonsensical. His slow brain finally caught up.

‘You do want that, don’t you?’ He pressed, suddenly brave enough to make a bolder move on you. ‘Just say the word, noona…’

He mumbled his last words, too mesmerized by the proximity of your lips. They seemed so soft and inviting that he couldn’t stay away.

As he started to lean in, you suddenly blurted your answer.

‘Let’s do it.’

Hyunjin wanted to be a display of astonishment. He would’ve loved to tease you a bit further if it were any other time. But he was not in his prime tonight, so he couldn’t afford to splurge his energy on taunting you. He just wanted to have you while he could, so he leaned in.

Your mouth was pliant.

He didn’t expect you to allow him passage so easily, but felt a slight shove in the chest as soon as he got too carried away. He smiled at your pushiness, cupping your face to prevent you from even thinking about escaping, and spoke, his lips brushing yours.

‘Stop making me even more excited,’ he scolded you, giving you a peck.

‘Don’t act like your tongue belongs in there,’ you retorted.

‘Don’t act like it doesn’t.’

You didn’t resist when his tongue slipped into your mouth again. His hand left your cheek to rest on the side of your neck before sliding further down your shoulder. He rubbed your arm up and down for a few moments, and you jumped when he suddenly brushed his thumb against your breast.

Hyunjin exhaled, barely pulling back.

‘What?’ He managed to ask, scrambling his muddled thoughts together.

‘On the bed,’ you whispered, and it took him at least three seconds to process your words.

He then got up, putting his all into walking firmly to his bedroom while holding your hand. He ripped the duvet off and threw it to the side of the bed. There was nothing he would’ve loved more than to stop acting like an overexcited teenager, who wanted to bang his girlfriend while his parents were at work.

But he couldn’t bring himself to slow down. His currently lacking impulse control times your hot-and-cold behavior with him in the past weeks divided by your sudden reciprocation of his interest equaled…

‘Fuck, you’re the toughest equation to figure out…’ Hyunjin grumbled, finding your lips again.

The kiss was less one-sided this time, and there was a small battle taking place up until he growled, turning you around and pushing you onto the bed.

‘I’m taking these off,’ he announced, tugging at your pants.

You didn’t protest, only pulled the hem of the shirt down to cover your panties.

Hyunjin found this… extremely adorable? He slowly dragged his fingertips across your bare legs, watching closely as you squirmed. He could swear your cheeks acquired this dusty rose color that every girl tried to achieve with makeup.

‘Are you trying to make me go crazy?’ He asked, pushing you down on your back.

You bit your lower lip, shifting slightly underneath him.

‘What did I do?’

Hyunjin sighed, too buzzed on the remaining alcohol in his system – and you – to muster a coherent answer.

‘You’re doing too much.’ He groaned, noticing the pink of your revealed panties again. ‘Fuck, you’re just cute, aren’t you?’

As he moved your thigh to the side with a gentle push of his palm, he saw it.

‘Shit, and you’re soaking through them…’ He pressed his fingers to the wet patch of cotton.

‘Mm- Jinnie!’ You yelped, causing him to look up. ‘Don’t-’

‘Don’t what?’

‘Stop…’

He squinted his eyes, making a significant effort to interpret what you were saying, because he couldn’t actually move away. Your hand was holding onto his wrist so tightly it was about to cut out circulation.

‘D-don’t stop…’ You repeated, and he finally caught onto your meaning.

‘You don’t want me to stop?’ He asked, confirming his understanding, and you nodded, although your belly shifted with a nervous breath.

Hyunjin pressed his finger a bit harder and moved it in a circular motion, eliciting a delicious little yelp from you. He continued rubbing you through the cotton until you were chasing his fingers with your pelvis yourself.

He wanted desperately to get rid of those and touch you directly, but decided to torment you some more. He quickly took off his own pants and shirt, giving you no time to adjust to it, and sat on top of you, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. As his bulge pressed into your wet spot, you both sighed. Hyunjin skin felt like it was caught on fire, and judging by the peaks of your nipples that were visible through your shirt, you were equally as affected.

Without hesitation, he gently rolled his hips. It was extremely slow in the beginning, as if he was testing the waters. He could feel his cock pulse in his underwear as he grinded it against your pussy. All of this felt like a wet dream that he did not intend to snap out of.

He kept the roll of his hips slow, but the friction was becoming more and more intense with each one. So much so, that you kept making those tiny noises every time he grinded against your nub. He wanted to fuck you so bad.

‘Jinnie… fuck-’

He paused, finally grasping that you’d used this nickname for the second time. Before it was “Hyunjin”, or “Bye, Hyunjin!”, or “Don’t talk to me, Hyunjin!”, or “Get out of my face, Hyunjin!”

And now he was excited from you simply calling his name like that.

He rolled his pelvis deeper into you, causing you to gasp.

‘You like that, noona?’ He asked, already knowing the answer that was a blunt moist stain on his underwear.

‘Feels… good.’ You muttered, watching his hips move.

‘Do you want me to stick it into your panties?’ He asked, feeling numb as the blood rushed away from his head at the mere suggestion.

‘Yes…’

Hyunjin’s vision was a blur after that, and he only grazed reality when his hard length glided smoothly against your slick, sensitive skin. He exhaled, feeling the cotton of your panties against his leaking tip, and repeated his movement. You whimpered, and he did it again, many times over. He carried on until you became so wet that it was clearly audible. He licked his lips, finally focusing his eyes on you. He realized the blurriness of his vision was now caused by the sweat dripping into his eyes and wiped them with the back of his hand.

‘I’ll take them off,’ he stated hoarsely, knowing that you wouldn’t back out now.

He could tell that you were feeling the same craving for him that he did for you. So he closed your knees and rid you easily of your underwear, then fully discarded his own as well, hissing as he squeezed his cock with one hand. It was heavy and covered in your joint lubrication, so he couldn’t refrain from giving it a tight pump or two.

‘Shit…’ Hyunjin closed his eyes, breathing in and out slowly, trying to balance out his arousal.

He wanted you, he wanted to be inside you without any more delay, but this desire was just too intense for his already hazy mind. While he tried to compose himself, you sat up on your knees and placed your palms on his shoulders. Hyunjin opened his eyes, flexing his arms instantly, as if he was trying to impress you with his muscles.

You threw your leg over him and straddled his hips. As he used one of his arms to support you with a firm grip on your waist, the other one started tracing patterns on your knee that nearly made you jolt.

‘Give me another moment,’ you muttered, kissing him again.

Hyunjin was confused as to what your request was actually about. But when you gently pushed him to lie on his back and slowly found a comfortable position on top of him, he realized.

‘You want to-’

‘Yes. Don’t slip it inside.’

It was too much for him to watch you adjust your swollen wet folds right above his raging cock.

‘Fu-uck. You’re asking too much of me, noona.’

‘Shut up.’

He chuckled. You somehow sounded gentle even when you told him off.

When you lowered your butt, straddling him fully, he knew it was going to end in something beautiful. He opened his eyes, watching your round hips move, trapping his length between your pussy lips.

‘Fuck.’

You started swaying, slowly, tentatively, like you were also trying to keep your balance while figuring things out. Hyunjin closed his eyes again, holding himself back from taking the lead, and allowing you to do your thing. If you wanted to ride him like this, he wasn’t the one to complain. But he couldn’t hold back for too long, and as soon as he opened his eyes and saw you, disheveled and focused, breathing heavily…

‘You’re fucking cute like this, noona…’ He murmured, rolling his hips slightly.

Your body immediately responded to this, and you frowned, containing your own reaction. Hyunjin swallowed. This was… a lot. For a second, he felt so overwhelmed that he simply did the first thing that appeared in his mind. He wrapped his arm around your waist tighter, seizing you in place, and grinded against you.

The way you moaned had his skin break out in goosebumps.

It felt tight, and he was already covered in slick, so his cock glided between your slippery lips with no effort at all. Hyunjin was becoming frustrated from being in this position. He wanted to go one step further, he wanted to fill you with him. Not just explore, rather, he needed to be inside you and he’d definitely die if he wasn’t allowed to.

As if on cue, you leaned in, pressing kisses against his neck up to his ear. You lifted yourself above him, and latched onto his shoulder with one hand before reaching to the side of the bed to turn off the light completely.

‘No, why?’ Hyunjin protested hoarsely, palms on your waist as you returned to your previous position.

But you simply kissed him.

‘Condom…’ You murmured between kisses, and his hand found the drawer blindly.

Your make-out session continued as he fumbled with the rubber, and he felt almost embarrassed to be so fussy about this. His eagerness and impaired coordination made for a strange combination.

‘Inside,’ you told him as soon as he was done, and his palm was momentarily on his fully hard cock, guiding it inside you.

He must’ve blacked out again after that. Because the only thing that was pulsing in his mind was how tight you were. You trapped him inside and held onto him for dear life. Your movements were hectic, your breaths turned ragged, and Hyunjin could barely keep up with this dynamic.

As his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom, your silhouette became more prominent. His eyes focused on tracing the outline of your body as his hips rolled slowly, reaching just a little deeper inside you. Hyunjin wasn’t sure what was making his mind so jarred, the remaining alcohol in his system, the tight grip you had on him with your entire body, the little sounds you were making… or all of that and everything in between.

‘Noona…’ He gritted his teeth, feeling the dangerous jolt of pleasure with his entire girth.

Hyunjin didn’t plan to finish soon, although he couldn’t be sure how long it had been by now. But he wanted more. He wanted to show you everything he’d got, to impress you, to make it your new craving. And yet, he abandoned his agenda without a second thought when you wrapped your arms around his neck, humming weakly.

‘Please... H-Hyunjin…’

Your voice sounded strained, and he didn’t tease you for using his full name again. His lips found your cheek and slowly made their way to your mouth, his tongue ready to occupy it. You were so enthusiastic that you initiated the kiss before he could, and Hyunjin could only hold you closer to him. This was absolute torture, to be inside you, feel your muscles so incredibly tense around him, and not being in the right state to absolutely ravage you.

He took a second to adjust your hips before he pushed them back slightly, breaking the kiss.

‘Ride me,’ he told you, sounding rough and croaky.

He tugged your pelvis forward, feeling every inch slip back into your depths. He couldn’t breathe properly, yet he didn’t deem it enough of a reason to take a break. You picked up the movement, and his hands on your hips made them smoother. Until you found your flow, slamming yourself onto him.

The room filled with your shaky breaths, soft squelches and whiny moans. And Hyunjin wasn’t certain about anything in his life, save for one thing… He knew for a fact that he was done for. He was so crazy about each of your tiny little whimpers that his whole body shuddered.

At some point he took over, lying flat on his back and holding you close to his chest in a lock of his inescapable arms, fucking into you in deep languid strokes. You were wet, so wet that he didn’t even think to use his hands on you. He focused on increasing his pace gradually, until you reacted to each and every thrust. Hyunjin was in ruin from just hearing you fall apart for him, he wanted to see it, but it seemed like darkness had doubled the input from his other senses, leaving him greedy for release.

His hands took their sweet time roaming around your back and your sides right under your shirt, and then slowly slipped down to your lower back and then your butt. Holding your cheeks firmly in his palms, he growled. His thrusts were shallow now, but faster. Sharper.

‘Jinnie…’ You whined, unable to really move in any other way than the way he directed you to move.

‘Yeah?’

‘I-’

‘You?’ He nudged, knowing already what you were trying to say.

Struggling to make another sound, you opened your mouth and dug your nails into his chest. Hyunjin hissed, finding that he could’ve definitely gone harder on you if he were on top, but he realized one of you was about to get there, so it was too late to switch it up.

‘Wanna race me?’ He grunted, smile turning smug. ‘I bet you’re coming any second now, baby…’

Hyunjin was teasing you, but his own muscles were tense and ready. And it didn’t matter how hard he tried to hold back, it just hit him like a ton of bricks.

‘Fuck-’ he cursed through his teeth, delivering his final thrusts before stilling inside you.

You yelped loudly, jerking away, and he could feel how shaky you became in his hold. He still kept you close, and you rested your forehead against his chest.

‘Did you come?’ He asked, wanting to be completely sure.

You nodded weakly, still pressed against him.

‘Good,’ he muttered, content and satisfied.

He was sure he could get you to loosen up during round two. He just needed five minutes to rest.

Just five minutes.

***

When he woke up, you were long gone.

No trace of you in his apartment, and no cutely scribbled note with your number on his fridge. You were just gone.

It was quiet, and despite still being hungover from the alcohol consumed last night, Hyunjin didn’t welcome the absence of sound at all. He wished that you’d make your presence known by dropping something in the bathroom or stomping in the kitchen. But the hopes of finding another soul in his vicinity crumbled as soon as he threw himself off the bed and walked slowly to the fridge with eyes half-closed to get a sip of cold water.

He did find a note, but there was nothing cute about it. It was just a white napkin on the counter that read “thank you”. What did that even mean? Were you grateful for a good fuck? Was it any good, even? Hyunjin woke up with a giant headache and still couldn’t tell which parts of that night were real and which were mere figments of his imagination.

Still barely functioning, he decided to hop into the shower. He liked to ruminate there. Water helped him structure his thoughts, and now he wanted to regain some of the last night’s memories to understand what was going on. But the more he tried, the more his temples pulsed in pain.

He had to give up. For now.

Tried to, at least. He ordered his favorite hangover soup and crashed on the couch, contemplating whether he should just stalk you online or wait until he saw you around the campus. He decided to try his luck tomorrow, at least by then he’d get back to normal in order to approach you. Hyunjin desperately wanted to know what was happening between the two of you, but he was in no shape to take on this issue at the moment. And he didn’t want to get rejected.

In fact, he wasn’t really sure what he expected to get from you. By now he’d figured out that he wanted you. In a way, he was surprised by the fact that he wanted you even more now that he had a swift taste of what it was like to have you. He couldn’t remember most of it, but somehow it didn’t matter that much. Even now, while splayed out on his couch facing the ceiling, he had a big rush of dopamine as soon as he recalled the multiple grumpy reactions to him you’d displayed in the weeks past.

Hyunjin chuckled, finding it ridiculous how he couldn’t stop thinking about you all day, and you just left like this after your drunk shenanigans last night. Maybe you were embarrassed? In his opinion, you were not the type to be into one-night stands.

Or so he kept telling himself…

The thought of being a one-night stand for you made him uneasy. He’d had his fair share of short-term relations, however, there was never a moment that he longed for more. And he prided himself on always being upfront about his intentions. So, the thought of being left behind without a warning seemed unfair to him.

As his mind spiraled from all the cruel thoughts, he fell into restless sleep on his couch.

Thankfully, sleeping it off, along with breaking down the rest of the alcohol in his bloodstream, made his head clear up as well. He woke up determined to get himself cleaned up and ready to have the talk with you. He didn’t give much thought of what he wanted to say, or even to hear from you, he was just… dying to hear your voice. And to see you. He wanted to know that everything was fine between the two of you, even if you grumble at him in your usual fashion.

His mood was bright as he was getting ready to leave the apartment. Up until the moment he made a strange discovery. For no particular reason, he decided to spare a minute to finally make his bed and noticed that there were stains on the sheets.

‘What the fuck?’ he muttered to himself, taking a closer look.

Upon inspection, he realized that…

It was blood.

His sheets were stained with blood.

Hyunjin’s whole body froze and his mind went blank for a couple long seconds and then started spiraling.

Blood? Why would there be any?

His eyes went wide as a horrifying thought descended upon him.

He… didn’t hurt you like that, did he? What if he couldn’t remember doing something… terrible? What if he was too drunk to understand that you were not-

Hyunjin took a deep breath, trying to think it through logically.

If that were the case, why would you write him a “thank you” note? That didn’t make any sense.

He paced the room now, trying to soothe his instant anxiety. Maybe that was his blood, that was an option. Or maybe… maybe you were on your period? It could be the reason why you chose to leave quietly in the morning, mortified that you’d have to explain that to him? Right?

But what if it was something else?

Hyunjin took a shaky breath and turned around. He needed to see you right now, to get clarity on this, but he had no clue how to contact you. He recalled that one time he helped you get your drunk friend home, and decided to try looking for you at the apartment first.

As he arrived at his destination, all wound up, he sat in his car for at least 20 minutes, mustering up the courage to come up the stairs. There was no telling whether he was going to like what he heard in the conversation pending. He wasn’t feeling great about it at all.

He felt even worse as he rang the doorbell and stood there, anticipating what you would say or what he would say when you opened the door.

But you didn’t. It was Seoyeon.

‘Uh- Hyunjin?’ She asked, obviously surprised by him showing up unannounced. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Y/N-’ He cleared his dry throat to sound less hoarse. ‘Is Y/N home?’

‘Nope.’ She gave him a curious onceover, crossing her arms. ‘Damn, she was really just looking for a stud like you. Unbelievable.’

Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows. His head became tense from the stress of not understanding shit at this point.

‘What?’

‘Don’t act all clueless. Didn’t you just pop her cherry?’

At this, Hyunjin malfunctioned.

Now that, that was not even on his list of versions of what happened last night.

Pop her- what? He did what? That couldn’t have been. She wasn’t- No, for sure, he would’ve noticed.

As he shook his head in disbelief, she asked again.

‘It was you, wasn’t it?’ Seoyeon rolled her eyes. ‘Talk about desperation. I told her to deal with it asap and start having fun in life, but she kept insisting that only “deep relationships” were worth her time. But… sure, you can always find yourself a Hwang Hyunjin to “get deep”, right?’

She smirked at him, crossing her arms, and he still stood there, dumbfounded by this piece of information. He realized she was not playing him as this was consistent with the stained sheets. Probably with your desire to have the lights off as well. It suddenly dawned on him now, with all the details of that night clicking into place.

‘Where… where is she now??’ He blurted out, ready to barge in or get himself anywhere else to find you and settle this with you properly.

Seoyeon was clearly taken aback by his outburst, but Hyunjin didn’t care how he looked right now.

‘What do you mean, where? Of course she’s left already, she’s got a flight to catch.’

‘A flight? Where?’

‘To Amsterdam. Finally off to make her dreams come true.’ She shrugged, as if he’d asked her the silliest thing in the entire universe.

Hyunjin’s heart dropped to his stomach.

‘To… Amsterdam!?’

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A/N: Yup, that's it.... at least for now lol Please don't forget to let me know what you thought of these two ✨