note: oh wHAT DO YOU KNOW ABT MEET CUTES??? huashjdkfasjf.... ignore my mistakes ,, i am sick ! goodnight pretty pussy kimi friends <3
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friday night.Β
jiminβs voice rings through the chaos of the small, but somehow always too crowded, apartment. itβs filled with people yet jiminβs squeaky yapping is the loudest thing in jungkookβs ear.
βstop freaking out!β jimin cries, dodging around taehyung, whoβs already got a hand to his forehead like heβs holding back a migraine. βbro, you look fine.β
βbut what if this is the wrong shirt?β jungkook whines, his brows knit together, tugging at the hem of the plain black tee heβs been second-guessing for the last hour and a half.
taehyung groans, dramatic as ever. βwhat if i hit you right now?β
βwhat if you go kill yourselfββ
before jungkook can finish, the sound of liquid splashing against fabric cuts him off. the liquor spreads fast and drips down his shirt.
jungkook takes a deep breath in.
βoops,β jimin says, not even trying to hide the grin as his tequila splatters all over jungkookβs chest. βnow you have to change. youβre welcome.β
βyouβ!β jungkook starts, eyes narrowing like heβs about to lunge.
βdo it,β taehyung interrupts, his grin lazy, sharp, and mean in a way that only jungkookβs closest friends can manage. βbefore ___ walks in and sees you covered in alcohol. howβs that for a first impression, mr. perfect?β
jungkook shoots both of them a glare, muttering curses under his breath as he storms off toward his room, the familiar bubble of frustration fizzing in his chest.
god.Β
tonight, out of all nights; heβs spiraling. reallyβbecause how could they not see how serious this all is?Β
youβre coming over.Β
you.Β
st4rg1rlyni3.Β
⦠and since this is your first time meeting⦠he has to get it right. he has to at least look good. presentable. maybe even⦠handsome.
once jungkook reaches his room, he pulls open his closet door with more force than necessary. the shirts hang neatlyβtoo neatlyβbecause he reorganized them this morning, just in case youβd... what? wander in here and look inside his closet?
he groans at himself, grabbing the first thing that doesnβt make him want to scream, a striped blue button-up he swore he wouldnβt wear tonight.
as he shrugs the shirt over his shoulders, heβs halfway through tugging it downβarms trapped in the fabric, mid-struggleβwhen his door creaks open.
his heart stalls. freezes, really, like his whole body is buffering.
because itβs you.
youβre standing there, hand still on the doorknob, looking as though you hadnβt expected to walk in on this exact momentβbut youβre also clearly trying to hold back a laugh.
βoh.β your voice comes out light, amused. you glance down at your phone for a second before back up at him, a brow raising. βtaehyung said the bathroom wasβhmmm. okay. i get it.β
jungkook is acutely aware of every awkward detail: his hair sticking up from all his stressed-out fidgeting, the half-buttoned shirt thatβs probably wrinkled by now, the way his mouth is hanging slightly open because he still hasnβt figured out what to say.
βum...β itβs the best he can manage, voice a little cracked.
your smile grows, softening the edges of the moment.Β
βnice shirt.β
he stares at you, feels his cheeks flush a little hotter. because of course youβd show up looking this good, all easy confidence and effortless charm, while heβs here feeling like a walking disaster. your hair is curled in such an effortless way that truly scratches his brain. youβre wearing a baby pink dress that tugs your curves perfectly.Β
truth be told, he was just talking shit about the colour pink.Β
seeing it on you?Β
yeah. itβs his favourite colour now tooβ
thatβs when jungkook realizes heβs been silent for a minute too long. youβre looking at him like youβre waiting for a response.
βthanks,β he finally blurts, so fast it sounds like one word. then he clears his throat, scrambling to add, βjustβuh, just picked it.β
your gaze lingers on him, a smile tipping into something dangerously close to teasing.Β
βwhatβsβ¦ with the awkwardness? am i prettier than you expected?β
his breath hitches, and you swear you catch the faintest blush coloring his cheeks. but jungkook recovers quickly, his lips curling into a crooked grin.
βthe issue was never if you were pretty. you are pretty. thereβs no denying that,β he admits, his voice steady yet soft. βitβs your attitude.β
your brow arches, feigning offense.Β
βwhat attitude? i just got here.β
βthat one,β he says, gesturing vaguely as if you radiate something he canβt quite put into words.
you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. βoh, so weβre acting like we didnβt just celebrate seven days of talking with cake? like you arenβt completely obsessed with meββ
βokay, miss disliker.β
βmr. vlog dedicator.β
βwerenβt you mad at me a few days ago for muting when i peed?β
βyeah. i can admit to that. if i made peeing videos, youβd watch them, right? can you admit to that?β
jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, a nervous habit youβve started to notice, and inhales sharply through his nose. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and for a moment, his gaze drops to the floor like heβs trying to gather himself.
the air stills.
βsorry,β he finally breathes, his voice low and almost unsure. βseeing you in personβ¦ god, i donβt know how to act right now. iβm sorry, baby.β
his words settle over you, warm and sweet, sinking into the spaces you didnβt know were waiting to be filled. your stomach tightens, flipping over itself, and youβre suddenly too aware of the way his voice dips when he calls you baby.
jungkook finishes buttoning up his shirt, his fingers fumbling slightly on the last button, and then he extends his hand toward you.Β
βnice to meet youββ
but before he can finish, you reach out, wrapping your arms around his neck instead.
his entire body tenses for a split second, caught off guard before he melts into the embrace. his arms come around you, pulling you close, holding you tight.
you rest your chin on his shoulder, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. his cologneβsomething woodsy with just a hint of spiceβwraps around you, grounding you in the intimacy of the moment.
why does this feel so right?
your hands flex against his back, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath your fingertips. itβs overwhelmingβhow natural this feels, how easy it is to lean into him like this.
he exhales against your hair, his breath warm and steady now, and you can feel the tension draining from his body. you pull back slightly, your arms still looped around his neck, and meet his gaze. thereβs a flicker of something in his eyesβuncertainty, maybe, or hesitationβbut itβs quickly swallowed by a softness that tugs at your chest.
his hands slide down to rest on your waist, grounding you in place. βhi.β
you blink, your stomach flipping again as his words settle in. heβs staring at you like youβre the only person in the room, and itβs almost too much to bear.
βhi.β
βiβm really nervous, to be honest. jimin and tae have been eating up my anxiety and iβmβ¦ iβve embrassed myself in front of you already so what the hell?β he says, his grip on your waist tightening just slightly. βyouβve been in my head. and nowβ¦ now youβre here, and i donβt know what to do with myself.β
you smile softly, trying to keep things light despite the way your heart is racing.Β
βexcited much?β
he laughs, the sound warm and a little breathless. βonly a little.β
you donβt know who moves first, but somehow, you find yourself leaning in, his forehead pressing gently against yours. his eyes flutter shut, and for a moment, the world outside fades into nothingness.
βyou smell nice,β he murmurs, his lips so close to yours that you can feel the ghost of his breath.
βso do you.β
he chuckles, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair away from your face. βthis feels too perfect,β he whispers, almost like heβs afraid saying it out loud will break the spell.
your stomach flips again, and youβre suddenly so aware of everythingβhis hands on your waist, the warmth radiating off his body, the way his lips hover just a breath away from yours.
βthen donβt ruin it,β you tease, your smile growing.
he grins, leaning back just enough to meet your eyes, and for a moment, youβre both caught in the weight of everything unsaid.
βnot a chance,β he says, his voice steady now.Β
you believe him.
the night feels like a dream.Β
not the kind you forget the second you wake up, but the kind you spend the rest of the day reliving, hoping to hold onto every detail.
jungkookβs mind is filled with you.
every time he looks at you, touches you, or hears youβhe canβt help but feel like his heart is beating outside of his chest. itβs so strange and love has never felt this wayβso intense and realβ¦ so fast.Β
youβre witty in a way that makes his chest ache, sharp without being mean, playful but never overbearing. he canβt remember the last time someone teased him, really teased him, without making him feel small. you make it funβsafe, even.
and god, youβre beautiful.Β
not in the way he thought before, through screens and pictures, but in a way thatβs... more. the kind of beauty that makes him feel like he should thank someoneβmaybe you, maybe the universeβfor the chance to be here, breathing the same air as you.
he notices the way hobi smirks when he catches jungkook staring at you too long. the way taehyung elbows him whenever you laugh at one of his dumb jokes. the way jimin whispers βshe likes you, idiotβ every time you brush past him, your shoulder grazing his.
itβs obvious.Β
to everyone.Β
and apparently, to you too, because youβve joined in.Β
youβre teasing him just as much as his friends, your words sharp and deliberate in a way that keeps him on his toes. itβs almost unbearable, the way you make him feel like a little kid with a crush, heart pounding and cheeks burning every time you look his way.
and then, in the middle of it all, he snaps.Β
not in a bad way, but in the way youβd snap a rubber band to bring yourself back to reality. he steps closer, his hand finding your waist, his fingers curling just slightly.
βcan i show you something?β
your brows lift, curiosity flickering across your face. you nod.Β
βsure.β
jungkook leads you to his room, the chaos of the party fading behind you. his fingers brush yours as he walks ahead, close enough to touch but not quite. itβs deliberate, like heβs trying to keep his cool but failing miserably.
once you're in his room, he gestures towards his balcony.
you two step out and it's this set up of a cozy and quiet escape. there are string lights wrapped around the railing, a single blanket draped over the chair, and the viewβgod, the view is stunning.
the city stretches out like itβs alive, blinking lights and faint noises making it feel infinite.
βi fought for this room,β jungkook brags, leaning against the doorframe. βtae wanted it, but i beat him in an arm wrestling match.β
you laugh softly, stepping out onto the balcony.
βitβs worth the fight.β
βit is.β
he doesnβt mean the room, though.
you settle into the blanket he hands you, the conversation flowing into something softer, deeper.
βit's been a few hours already but... itβs still so weird seeing you in person,β he admits, his voice quieter now, like heβs letting himself be vulnerable. βi feel like... iβve known you my entire life. it feels...β
βdifferent?β you offer, your gaze steady on him.
he nods, his lips curving into a small smile. βin a good way."
βin a good way." you echo.
with that, you two settle in to each others presence. looking out at the view and laughing at each others lame jokes. for two sociable people, you two sure love your space from everyone... perhaps, it's because you're with the one.
as the conversation drifts, eventually, jungkook asks, βso... the anon thing. have you figured out who it is yet?β
you shrug, pulling the blanket tighter around you.
βno, not really. hobi told me to take it slow. to focus on myself for now.β
βwhat does that mean for... you know.β his voice drops, suddenly shy. βyour content.β
another shrug.
βiβm not sure. i donβt know if i want to keep going, but... i donβt think i have any other options.β
he frowns, leaning forward. βwhat do you mean by that?β
you hesitate, your fingers tracing the edge of the blanket. βi donβt really know what i am these days, to be honest with you.β
that's the plain truth.
you haven't really admitted it to anyone... honestly? hardly to yourself... but for some reason, it just came out. for a moment you think; maybe this is dangerous. trusting someone so fast and feeling how natural it is to say the hard things...
then, thereβs a beat of silence before he speaks.
βthatβs okay.β jungkook voice is steady, sure. βnot knowing is okay. being you is enough.β
you blink, startled by the simplicity of his words.
they hit harder than you expected, settling somewhere deep. itβs strange, feeling so understood by someone youβve only just met.
the moment is broken by the buzz of jungkookβs phone. he checks it, lips quirking into a smile.
βjimin says everyone went to the pool.β
he stands, holding out a hand. βcome on.β
jungkook leads you to the rooftop pool.Β
the rooftop is alive with soft laughter and the sound of water splashing, but all of it fades when you step out hand-in-hand with jungkook.
every set of eyes shifts to where your fingers are intertwined, lingering just a second too long before darting to his face, then back to yours. you feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly shyβ¦ but you two donβt let go. instead, you hold his hand even tighter.Β
instinctively, you move slightly behind him, but jungkook isnβt having it.
he pulls you forward gently, his hand sliding to your waist, keeping you anchored there.Β
for fucks sakeβ¦ the prettiest girl at the party is with him. why would he hide this? why wouldnβt he boast?
βdo you guys swim often?β you ask, trying to deflect from the weight of their teasing stares.
jungkook shrugs, playing it cool. βonly when i wanna vlog and get your attention.β
you laugh, shaking your head. βrightβ¦ because you just hate it when people only like you for your body?β
he nods, lips twitching into a grin. βexactly. oh, you so get meββ
βhate to break it to you,β taehyung interrupts, draping an arm around jungkookβs neck, βbut posting thirst traps isnβt exactly original content.β
βwhat does that make me?β you quip, arching a brow.
taehyung shrugs, also playing it cool. βjungkook said heβd beat me up if I ever click your links.β
you snort, covering your mouth to hide your laugh.
βoh, come on,β taehyung continues, pulling at the hem of jungkookβs shirt, threatening to lift it. βjungkooookieeeβ¦ go for a swim and do the whole romantic wet hair look. sheβll love it.β
βshut upββ
βno, seriously! right, ___?β taehyung calls over his shoulder, his grin mischievous. βyouβll love it, right?β
before you can answer, jimin comes barreling in, teaming up with taehyung to ambush jungkook. they shove him into the pool, their laughter echoing as jungkook resurfaces, glaring at them.
you step to the edge, watching as the three of them wrestle and splash around in the water. hobi appears beside you, crossing his arms with a knowing smile.
βthis is gonna get worse before it gets better,β he teases, nudging you lightly.
you kneel by the pool, your gaze following jungkook as he swims to where youβre crouched. his wet hair clings to his forehead, and thereβs a boyish charm in the way he grins up at you.
heβs breathtaking like this.Β
wet hair curling just enough to look messy, droplets sliding down the sharp line of his jaw, catching faint glimmers of the rooftop lights. his shirt clings to him, fabric plastered to every dip and ridge of his body, leaving nothing to the imaginationβnot that it matters. youβve spent enough time watching him online to know every detail by heart, but this is different.Β
you swallow hard, a little lightheaded.Β
βhelp me up,β he says, holding his hand out.
βno.β
his grin falters. βwhat? why notββ
βyouβre gonna pull me in.β
βno, i wonβt.β
βyes, you are.β
βhow do you know?β
βi know you.β
jungkook tilts his head, his grin returning as he leans his arms on the pool edge. βoh? you think youβve got me figured out, huh?β
you smirk. βdonβt i?β
βyou donβt,β he challenges, wiggling his fingers. βcome on. trust me.β
against your better judgment, you give him your hand. the second his fingers close around yours, you know youβve made a mistake.
βjungkook, donβtββ
but itβs too late.Β
he tugs you in, and the cold water shocks you, stealing the air from your lungs. you bob to the surface, pushing your hair out of your face, only to see him laughing like a kid who just got away with a prank.
you splash him. βyouβre the worst!β
βam i?β he teases, swimming closer.
youβre still laughing when he scoops you up under the water, holding you bridal style. he hums, grinning down at you. βsaved you.β
βyou pulled me in.β
βokay, fine. i pulled you in.β
βyou give in easily.β you tease, splashing water to his face. jungkook squints, taking the splash. before you can say anything else, he defends himself with a few words that make your stomach turn again.Β
βhow am i supposed to argue with a pretty girl like you?β
back in his room, jungkook has a hoodie and a pair of sweats laid out for you. heβs drying off with a towel when you step out of his bathroom, his clothes hanging loose on you.
he pauses mid-motion, the towel draped over his shoulder as his eyes take you in. βyou look better in my clothes than i do,β he teases, his voice dipping just slightly.
βgross.β
he grins, leaning against the dresser. βiβm serious. i might have to start hiding my hoodies.β
βplease. youβd hand them over without a fight.β
βnot true.β
you roll your eyes, stepping closer. without a word, you take the towel from his shoulder and start drying his hair. he freezes for a moment, caught off guard, before leaning into your touch.
your fingers work through his damp hair, your eyes inadvertently drifting to his lips. the air between you feels heavier now, thick with something unsaid. jungkook tilts his head slightly, his gaze dropping to your mouth before flicking back up to your eyes.
he leans inβso close, you can feel his breath on your skinβand then stops himself, pulling back just enough to create a sliver of space.
βi... iβm gonna wait,β he says, his voice low, almost a whisper.
βfor?β
jungkook exhales, dragging a hand through his half-dry hair, the strands falling back into a soft, messy tangle that makes your stomach flip. the towel around his neck shifts as he fidgets with it, like itβs the only thing grounding him right now.Β
βi donβt know,β he murmurs, voice quiet, like the words arenβt fully formed yet. βi want to show you iβm patient. i want to show you that iβm a good man. i am... so...β his eyes flicker to yours, holding your gaze for a beat too long, raw and unguarded. βletβs go? iβll drive you home and hold your hand the entire way.β
you tilt your head, biting back a smile.Β
βyouβre really not going to kiss me right now?β
his lips twitch into a soft laugh, dimples pressing into his cheeks as his shoulders relax.
βi just want you to know that youβre perfect for me,β he says, his tone so sincere it makes your breath catch.Β βi want to be perfect for you... and itβs hard when iβm losing my patience. if i kiss you right nowβ¦β he hesitates, his voice dipping lower, βi wonβt stop.β
you lean forward, close enough to catch the faintest scent of his cologne mingling with chlorine.Β
βokay, i get it. you wanna be a good boy. fine by meβ¦β you whisper, your lips brushing the air between you. βyouβre right. maybe you shouldnβt kiss me tonightβas a matter of factβdonβt.β
his brows lift, the corner of his mouth curving into a grin that feels dangerously addictive.Β
βreally?β
βyeah.β your smile widens as you lean just a little closer, your nose nearly grazing his. βi like making people wait.β
his grin deepens, the heat in his gaze undeniable.Β
βyeah?β
βyeah. i like it because it usually leads to begging.β
and then, before he can respond, you close the distanceβnot to his lips, but to his cheek, pressing the softest kiss there.Β when you pull back, jungkook's stunned expression is almost too satisfying.Β
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Pairing: Jaemin x reader
Description: If there was one thing Na Jaemin was known for, it was being a fuckboy with no interest in commitment. If there was one thing you knew him for, it was being your best friendβ¦and long-time crush. When his group of guy friends gets tired of the roster Jaemin seems to be running through, they propose a deal - theyβd each give him $100 if he could settle down with one girl for at least three months. But that was easy money to Jaemin. After all, he could just fake-date you.
Content warnings: swearing, talk about sex, mentions/consumption of alcohol, a panic attack (not the reader), one punch gets thrown, reader has a somewhat bad relationship with her parents, their obliviousness to the otherβs feelings makes you want to slam your head against a wall, some angst but itβs mainly through unaddressed fluff. Please let me know if Iβve missed anything.
Word count: 31,947
A/n: I didnβt know I could write this much, but after making my smau, I was ITCHING for written work ahahahhahahahaha. Please enjoy, though who am I to tell you what to doβ¦as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated. I love you :) also because I must tag @fullsunstrawberry in everything I do...here you go - I love you the mostest!
The semester was in full swing for just over a month, and Haechan was already tired of the amount of girls Jaemin had brought over to their apartment. The first two years of university cemented Jaeminβs image as resident fuckboy, but no one cared about the fact that they couldnβt keep him for more than a night because he was hot enough to make the one night worth it. Similarly, Jaemin couldnβt care less about being labeled a fuckboy - at the end of the day, all it meant was that he was able to get his dick wet with no added pressure from the expectation to ever commit; the concept seemed like heaven to him.
βToo much funβ¦β Haechan adds under his breath.
Jaemin looked around at the group with furrowed brows. βWhatever is going on, can we stop it and just have our coffee and sandwiches like normal? Why am I being targeted for the amount of fun Iβm having? Youβve all had your fair share of fun, too.βΒ
Jeno let out a small laugh at Jaeminβs defense. βYeah, but we arenβt nicknamed the campus fuckboy. Plus, weβve all been in actual relationships during our time in college.βΒ
Jaeminβs face drops, no longer interested at all in the conversation they were clearly wanting to have. βI could be in a relationship if I wanted to be, I just donβt want to,β heβs quick to mutter in reply.Β
βWhy not?β Renjun asks, raising his eyebrows in wait.
Jaemin lets out a scoff. βAll that love and commitment is stupid. You guys put so much effort into your previous relationships and yet, weβre all currently sitting at this table single. Thereβs no one who makes me want to even try being in a relationship. Why would I want to risk wasting all that effort on someone?β
His six best friends eyed each other around the table, either not buying it or not caring. βLook man,β Mark starts, getting Jaemin to turn his attention over to him. βRegardless of how you feel about love, Haechan is tired of listening to you and whatever girl you bring home that nightβ¦and heβs especially tired of it always being a different girl to walk in on him while heβs singing in the kitchen making breakfast. So, to maybe help him out, and also to test your ability because honestly, I donβt know if any of us think youβre capableβ¦in the nicest way possible, of course. We wanna propose a bet- or a deal is probably the better word for it.β Jaemin shoots his gaze over to the rest of them, but no one bore a look of amusement, they were all curiously locked in. βIf you can get a girlfriend and settle down for at least three months, weβll give you $600.β
Well originally, Jaemin had no interest in any part of this, but if everything worked out the way his brain was planning it, that $600 could potentially be easy cashβ¦not to mention a lot of it.
βIβm in,β he pipes up immediately, truthfully stunning his best friends at the table. Nevertheless, they all shake on it, and then Jaemin only has one thing to doβ¦after finishing his coffee and sandwich, of course.
One day later, you get a text from Jaemin. Free to catch up today? Your cheeks blush warmly at the message. It wasnβt anything special, but after being glued to each otherβs sides during high school, college saw you and Jaemin having considerably less time for each other; so it was always nice to see you were still a thought in his mind because truly, you missed your best friend like no other.Β
Free to catch up everyday :)) You respond, and Jaeminβs reply comes instantaneously.
You check the clock before mapping out how you would spend all your time in between now and then, quickly deciding most of it should be directed towards making yourself look presentable, seeing as youβve done nothing but rot in bed all morning.
βOh, god,β you start sarcastically. βWhat mess did you get yourself into now?β
βHey!β Jaemin shoots back in mock hurt, moving a hand over his heart as if youβve just shot him. You let out a light laugh, rolling your eyes.
βSorry, Jaem, please continue.β
He immediately ducks his head to face his lap, his tone bearing a fraction of the force it previously had. βOkay so, I got myself into a mess.β You canβt help the genuine laugh that escapes you as you shake your head. Jaemin whips his head up to face you in response, but as you manage to stop your laughter, all you can do is meet his gaze with a softness in your eyes that perfectly balanced the playful smirk on your lips.
βIβve missed you a lot, you know,β you respond, and Jaemin rolls his lips inward to try and stop the smile as he directs his gaze somewhere off to the side.Β
βYeah, hoping youβre still thinking that after I explain,β he replies hesitantly, and your face falls in an instant.
βYou got me into a mess?!β You ask in disbelief, and Jaemin lets out a light sigh.
βNot yet, but thatβs kind of the goal,β he answers, scrunching up his facial features as he waits for your reprimanding. Though it never comes, and instead, you speak plainly through a sigh.
βAn explanation needs to come out of your mouth in three, two-β
βWhy?β You ask neutrally, and it seems to finally hit Jaemin that you were still the same sane, comforting presence you always had been, even if the two of you hadnβt properly hung out in over a year. He settles more decidedly into his chair, though he still frames his words through a lens of embarrassment, figuring that might be the best way to get you to agree - if you knew he knew he was stupid.
β$600 and to prove something to my friends,β he replies, his words light but his demeanor dead serious.
βAnd why me?β You toss back, causing Jaemin to roll his eyes as he throws his gaze off to the side again with a scoff.Β
βCause every other girl I know has a crush on me and itβd make this very weird. Iβm not trying to actually be in a relationship. Thatβs the last thing I want.β His words this time are firm enough to match his demeanor, and it has you taking a sip of your coffee to fight back the awkwardness you wouldβve otherwise choked on.Β
β...Right,β you say in agreement, because out of all the times you could come clean about your huge crush on your best friend, right after he tells you that he doesnβt want a relationship is probably the worst time to do so.Β
βSo?β Jaemin inquires hopefully, snapping you out of your thoughts. You flick your gaze up to him before immediately darting it back to your coffee on the table, one of your hands messing with the straw absentmindedly. Then you give in, because you suck at saying βnoβ to your best friend.
β...Fine, but then weβre making a contract,β you say plainly, swirling the ice around in your americano. Jaemin lets out something like a laugh, shaking his head.
βY/n, youβre taking this so seriously-β He starts, but you whip your head back up to him in an instant, cutting him off with sincerity.Β
βTheyβll see right through it if we donβt,β you state, and you watch Jaeminβs adam's apple bob up and down in his throat as he swallows awkwardly.Β
He shakes out of it before putting his hands up in defeat. βOkay, whatever. Go ahead,β he replies, disinterested. You roll your eyes, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from your backpack. Then you get to writing, because you were gonna need to set some intense boundaries if you were hoping to make it out of this alive.Β
βAlright, I think this should be good for right now,β you say after a few minutes, sliding the piece of paper his way. He takes one glance at it before letting out a laugh and directing his gaze back to you with raised brows.
ββNo kissing?β I donβt mean to alarm you, but thatβs actually the quickest way for them to see right through it,β he quips. You run your fingers through your hair awkwardly as you dodge his gaze, finally nodding your head with a sigh.Β
βOkay fine, we can change it. No kissing unless they bring it up or get suspicious. Good?β You ask, finally looking up at him again. He lets an amused smile paint its way across his lips as he stares at you across the table.
βHa, weβll keep it for now,β he agrees before turning his attention back to the paper and looking over the next thing you wrote. ββNo weird nicknames?ββ He reads, popping his head back up to look at you for clarification. You roll your eyes, slightly embarrassed.Β
βYeah, like sugar, pumpkin, honey, buttercup, sweetie, sweetheart, cutie pie, baby, babe, darling-β Youβre cut off by a genuine laugh from Jaemin, helping you realize youβve missed the sound of it a lot, and not at all helping the awkward situation youβve gotten yourself into.Β
βOkay, youβre just naming every pet name imaginable,β he counters as though you were crazy.Β
You roll your lips inward, hesitating on how to respond before opting with a near-whisper. βI donβt like them,β you admit quietly, and Jaeminβs demeanor falls from playful to understanding. He opens his mouth to reply but closes it again before any words get out, instead taking another moment to think.Β
βTheyβre gonna expect me to call you something,β he finally says, speaking as though it were an apology.Β
You sigh, knowing he wasnβt lying. Idly messing with your hands, you reply quietly. β...are they gonna expect me to call you something, too?β You ask, and Jaemin contemplates with a sorry nod.
βYeah, probably. Look, you can call me whatever youβre comfortable with, and if thatβs just βJaem,β thatβs fine.β
A more lenient answer than you were expecting, you shoot your head up to look back at him again, though your brows slightly furrow as you address the part he didnβt. βWhat about you?β
Jaemin lets out a soft sigh. βHow about I just limit my usage of pet names, and I wonβt call you anything food-related,β he suggests lightly, figuring those nicknames having made up your first seven examples meant you hated them the most. You roll your eyes but a smile crosses your face regardless because he was right, after allβ¦and caring enough to actually realize that.
βI can live with that,β you relent, and a big grin comes back onto Jaeminβs face at the progress. He moves his attention back towards the contract, but immediately is whipping his gaze back to you in hurt.Β
βWhy canβt I be the one to break it off?β He pouts, and you have half a mind to laugh, but you know heβs serious.Β
βIf you date me for exactly three months and then break up with me, no matter how believable we make it, theyβre either going to know it was set up or theyβre going to assume you learned nothing and probably not give you the money,β you explain, and Jaeminβs pout turns into an impressed nod.
βYou have a pointβ¦β He breathes out, causing you to smirk.
βI know.βΒ
He bites on his bottom lip, deep in thought before turning back to you again. βWe probably shouldnβt date for exactly three months then, either,β he adds, and you flash your eyebrows in recognition.
βThatβs also true,β you say before putting together a calendar in your head. βWell, if todayβs September 27th, three months is December 27th, soβ¦we could have New Yearβs Eve be our last night together?β You suggest awkwardly. Though, when you look back up towards Jaemin, heβs putting your timeline together with a nod.
βWorks for me,β he cedes, scribbling your end date somewhere off to the side before continuing to scan down the list. His next question comes with the very last bullet point on the contract. ββCome home with me for Christmas dinner?ββ He reads before looking up at you in confusion. You shake your head with a laugh.
βWell, you didnβt think Iβd do this for nothing in return, did you?β
Jaemin flashes his eyebrows in acknowledgement. βOkayβ¦so why Christmas dinner?β He asks, and you drop your gaze back to your coffee.Β
βMy family keeps riding my ass about not having a boyfriend. If you come back with me and pretend to be my boyfriend there, too, then even when we end things, theyβll at least be off my case for a while,β you admit, embarrassment tainting your voice before you rush to make the request sound more appealing. βAnd itβs not actual Christmas dinner! Itβs that first weekend after finals week. You remember the big dinner we always had with other family friends and all that,β you drag off with an awkward laugh.
βOkay,β Jaemin agrees immediately, and you look back up at him in shock.
βReally? Youβre agreeing to that?β You question, but he just shrugs his shoulders.Β
Jaemin picked you up from class on the first day you would be meeting his friends, five days after the two of you signed your contract to fake-date. He greets you with an easy smile outside of your classroom door. βHey, you ready?β He asks, and you send a nervous smile back up at him.Β
βReady as Iβll ever be, I guess,β you reply with a laugh. He flashes his eyebrows in acknowledgement, feeling much the same way seeing as this was probably the least conventional thing heβs ever done.Β
He leads you outside and towards the guysβ regular lunch spot at one of the tables set up in the campus commons. Jaemin had told his friends beforehand that he had gone and gotten himself a girlfriend and thus, to start the three month timer, and they were the ones who begged him to bring you to one of the lunches so they could meet you, and now here you were - walking casually towards the lunch table with Jaeminβ¦too casually, Chenle noticed, because you werenβt even holding hands. He keeps quiet, but lets an easy smirk come across his face as you and Jaemin sit down next to each other.Β
βAlright, guys,β Jaemin starts as the rest of the friend group pins their full attention on you. βThis is y/n. My girlfriend,β he says with a smile. The label sends ice through your veins. You could not believe Na Jaemin was introducing you as his girlfriendβ¦it didnβt matter that the label was fake, the words sounded real coming out of his mouth. You turn your head to look at him, as if to get some kind of confirmation that it really was Jaemin next to you, calling you his girlfriend. By the time your gaze reaches him, heβs already looking over at you with a cheesy grin, nudging your side playfully with his arm and getting you to relax a little.Β
The guys go around introducing themselves, but as they make their full way around the table, Jeno immediately speaks up.
βSo, how did the two of you get together?β He asks curiously. A valid question, which is why the guys all lean forward in interest, because of course they would be dying to know how their fuckboy best friend got an actual girlfriend rather than a hookup. It was a horrible question though, because it was one you forgot would ever come up, and you had no game plan to go about answering this. Though, it seemed all you had to worry about was keeping your eyes from going wide, because Jaemin did have a game plan for this, and he answered smoothly.
βI just asked her out,β he says with a shrug. βItβs always been so easy with y/n, I take it for granted most of the time. Every time Iβm with her, Iβm reminded that it takes no effort to breathe, that Iβm standing on solid ground. We met up for coffee the other day and she said she missed me and I-β He falters for a moment, and you finally bring your gaze up from your lap to face Jaemin, just to see him shake his head as if he were breaking himself out of a nostalgia trip. βI wanted to hear that again and again,β he finally says seriously, and you canβt stop the smile from reaching your face. βSo, though now it just sounds embarrassing saying it out loud, I straight up asked her to be my girlfriend right after that,β he adds through a laugh. βI had been waiting for the butterflies that everyone always talks about, but the fact that Iβve never really felt that with her just made me more sure I wanna be with her - thereβs no discomfort or anxiety,β he says, and with your head ducked back in to face your lap, you miss it when he turns to look at you softly. βSheβs just always felt like home.βΒ
Jaeminβs answer seems to have done its job in convincing everyone, and it definitely did its job in reminding you that you were in deep trouble. Though, as the rest of the guys take in Jaeminβs words with an impressed nod, Mark tries to fill in his holes. βWait, how long have you known each other?β He asks, which was another valid question seeing as Jaemin talked about you with history even though you had never met his friend group before.
βWeβve been friends since high school,β Jaemin says coolly, though this time, youβre the one to nudge him with a laugh.
βBest friends,β you add teasingly, and Jaemin chuckles as he looks over at your figure before nodding his head.
βYeah, best friends,β he agrees fondly. βBut, Iβve liked her for a while now,β he says, turning back towards the group as his face falls and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. βI just- obviously have the image that I do and I never wanted to get her tied up in it. She deserves more than being labeled as some fuckboyβs latest infatuation,β he says, and as you furrow your brows at him, he just shakes his head, moving on with a light smile. βThough, obviously, I saw her last week and couldnβt help it anymore.β
Sorry smiles cross most of the guysβ faces - they were no help when it came to keeping labels away from Jaemin, and he was sure putting on a convincing show, making it almost seem like it was their fault the two of you hadnβt already gotten together.Β
Haechan swings his gaze over to you with raised eyebrows, shifting gears to try and not to let the dampened mood actually settle in. βAnd you? How long have you liked him?β He asks, and you have to stop the laugh from leaving your system. Instead, you just shake your head fondly.
βForever,β you answer truthfully, turning to face Jaemin before immediately pulling your gaze back down to your lap in embarrassment. βAny girl will tell you, itβs impossible not to fall for Na Jaemin.β At this, all the guys roll their eyes, but Jaemin just turns to study you softly, biting on his bottom lip in contemplation as he tries to sort out whether any part of your statement was true or if you were just really good at acting.
However, with the rumbling of Jisungβs stomach, he quickly discards the topic of you and Jaemin, deciding that after all the intro questions were out of the way, food was much more interesting. The guys laugh along as Jisung rips through his paper bag lunch, but it does its job in getting them to focus on their own food in front of them, too.Β
Casual conversation occurred over lunch, and you were pleasantly surprised to find it wasnβt awkward at all. Not that you were expecting the guys to be awkward with each other, but you typically werenβt great at meeting new people; and now you were meeting six of them at once, somehow fitting right in, your occasional remarks causing the whole table to laugh - something youβd have to pat yourself on the back for later. The only disturbance comes from Chenle, who had begun leaning way back from the table, carefully balancing his weight on the bench as he seems to examine the ground by your feet.Β
The entire friend group eventually catches on to his antics, turning their attention towards him with raised eyebrows. βWhat are you doing?β Renjun finally asks, the question coming out as though he thought Chenle were crazyβ¦which probably wasnβt too far from his actual stance on the matter.
Chenle shakes his head, pulling himself back into a normal sitting position as he locks his gaze onto you and Jaemin. βDonβt most couples have a hand placed on the otherβs thigh or something while sitting? Why are you guys like- a foot away from each other?β He asks plainly. Your face drops and your eyes widen.
βWe are not a foot away from each other,β you remark firmly, but then Jisung peaks beneath the table as well, pulling back up with a shrug.
βUh, you kinda are,β he says, causing Jaemin to roll his eyes.
βDidnβt think you guys were big pda enthusiasts,β he says, trying to laugh it off, but Chenle is relentless.
βHave you kissed yet?β He asks immediately, and you almost choke.
βWhat?!β You return in shock, but Chenle looks between the two of you with uninterested brows.
βYouβve liked each other for forever and youβre this awkward?β He shoots back in a taunt. You sigh, collecting yourself because you knew what you were about to have to do.Β
βYouβre right, Jaem,β you say, pulling his attention your way as you place a hand on his cheek and smile in disbelief. βYour friends are annoying,β you continue, and then you lean in and kiss your best friend and long time crush.Β
Admittedly, youβve imagined this moment more times than you could count, but none of those fantasies could have prepared you for what it actually felt like to kiss Na Jaemin. His lips were perfect, he was perfect, and you knew that already but now you felt it. You remind yourself of where youβre at, why youβre kissing him in the first place, and bring yourself to pull back after the one soft kiss, trying your best to make it seem as though that alone didnβt cause you to lose your breath.
As the two of you pull away from each other, Jaeminβs gaze locks on you, running over every inch of your face with an unreadable look in his eyes to contrast the softest of smiles on his lips. βYeah, angel, they are,β he says through an exhale, and as your face goes completely pink, his smile eases into a familiar smirk. βBut if you kiss me every time they piss you off, I might have to have them stick around.βΒ
You roll your eyes, nudging him in the side again as you focus on the playful banter and not on the fact that Jaemin just rewired your brain chemistry with one βangel.β βWhatever, we both know I kiss you all the time anyways,β you tease, but as you try to shift away again, Jaemin catches your hand in his and looks at you as if you were crazy.
βNo, I kiss you all the time,β he rushes to correct, and though you whip your head back to face him in offense, your eyes instantly soften upon contact, a tight smile playing at both of your features instead.
Your only thought was to kiss him again, and youβre thankful when Chenle cuts off any chance of that happening. βWhat is going on?β He asks in disgust, causing Renjun to laugh and shake his head.
βHey, you were the one jumping their asses for their lack of public romance. This is your fault.βΒ
With the conclusion of lunch, Jaemin kept you company on the walk back to your dorm. As soon as youβre out of sight from the rest of the guys, you let out a heavy sigh and accompanying drop of your shoulders. βWell, there goes rule number oneβ¦β You say in defeat. If you couldnβt even follow the first rule during your first outing as a βcouple,β the rest of these three months were not going to bode well for you.Β
Instead of matching your demeanor, Jaemin takes offense. βWhat, no! We changed rule number one to no kissing unless they brought it up or were suspicious, and they both, brought it up and were suspicious,β he claims firmly, but the playful tone underlying his words makes it so that all you can do is let out a small, wry laugh.
βI canβt believe I let you talk me into this,β you say with a shake of your head, though the smile has made its reappearance on your face. Next to you, Jaemin stops walking, pausing for a moment as he stares at the pavement beneath your feet. As soon as you notice his absence at your side, you turn back around to face him and his small grimace.
βThank you, by the way,β he says gently, and any remaining tension you were carrying falls away; because any time Jaemin fell softer, you were reminded of how youβd do anything for your best friend. βI donβt know if I really thanked you for letting me talk you into this. I know itβs stupid, but itβs nice to have them attacking me for whether or not Iβve kissed you rather than attacking me for my body count,β he finishes, and it feels as though all your joints had immediately locked up again.Β
Jaeminβs title as the campus fuckboy was not lost on you, but talking about anything close to relationships was never a strong suit for you guys; and with him quickly finding his place within a new friend group here at college, it meant you were even less in the know of his whereabouts on any given day. The last thing you were expecting was for Jaemin to keep you updated on who he just fucked, but the entire realm of conversation was always so unreachable for you two. You knew nothing of what the campus fuckboy was truly getting up to; there was sometimes talk in your class when a girl would come in beaming as she told her friends she managed to spend a night with Jaemin, but instances like that were all you got informed by, and you never dared pry deeper into those overheard conversations.Β
Sometimes your jealousy would damn near kill you - all these girls boasting about the fact that they had spent a night with Jaeminβ¦you wanted to turn around half the time and tell them to forget about one night because youβve spent countless days with him; that your entire high school career was covered in his handprints and bright smile which you were sure was laced with drugs - a smile you knew he wasnβt throwing around in the bedroom.Β
You never did snap, though, because it was easier to keep your βbest friendβ label with Jaemin under the radar at college, unless you wished for tens upon hundreds of girls to line up in front of you and ask your advice on how to win his heart. Jokes on them, you were still figuring that out, yourself.
βWhat is your body count?β You ask with a hesitant swallow, your curiosity getting the better of you now that heβs finally brought it up.Β
Jaemin shoots his head up to face you but instantly dodges your eye contact again. For the first time since youβve met him, he looks genuinely embarrassed. βAnother time, y/n,β he says in soft dismissal.
You swallow harshly, in disbelief at what you were about to tell him, but as much as it would sting, it would keep your own feelings at a very needed bay. βIf you still want to have sex, you can. I donβt mean to force you into celibacy. Just make sure itβs at the girlβs house so Haechan doesnβt find out,β you say lowly, and Jaemin immediately makes wide eye contact with you.
βReally?β He asks in something like shock. You act as though itβs no big thing, and youβre sure it probably shouldnβt be, anyways.
βYeah,β you respond with a shrug.
Jaemin takes in your words with a contemplative head nod, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth before his eyes light up in alert, finding another caveat to address. βWhat do we do if the girl starts talking about the fact that she hooked up with me?β He asks seriously, but youβve finally found humor in the situation, shaking your head as though there were hardly a need for the question.Β
βJaem, just about every girl wants to sleep with you, or at least make it seem like she didβ¦a random girl claiming to have hooked up with you one day is just going to sound like sheβs desperate for attention. No oneβs gonna take it seriously,β you say with a playful roll of your eyes. Absolutely nothing you said was wrong, and with a deep breath, Jaemin seems to accept that fact.
As he exhales, he resumes his continuation on the walk back to your dorm, a light nod of his head accompanying his next words. βOkay. Thank you-β His casual start is broken as he turns his head back over to you at his side in question. βAre you gonna be okay? Are you gonna like- hook up- uhβ¦with other guys?β He asks curiously. All you can do is laugh at him.
βCasual hookups arenβt my thing and no way am I getting an actual boyfriend while weβre doing this, but of course Iβll be okay. Iβm pretty sure your sex drive is at least ten times greater than mine. I can handle three months,β you reply lightly, and seemingly all of Jaeminβs worries about this new implementation fade away - it seemed perfectly doable without getting caught.Β
As you get to your dorm entrance, you and Jaemin turn to fully face each other. βThanks again for today. I think we got them somewhat convinced,β he says through a small laugh, and you flash your eyebrows in acknowledgement.Β
βNo reason to thank me for that - you did most of the talking,β you rebuttal playfully.Β
Jaeminβs laugh turns into a knowing smirk. βYou were the one who kissed me,β he teases, and you shake your head, but a wide grin spreads across your lips, regardless.
βIt's not my fault that they both, brought it up and were suspicious,β you remind him, putting your hands up in defense. Jaemin takes a moment to laugh again before settling into a more fond look that was reminiscent of your high school days.
βWeβre gonna have to start hanging out more again since they think weβre dating, but even before all that, I think itβd make me happy if we started hanging out more again just cause Iβve missed youβ¦and I know itβs my fault we havenβt talked as often! I got a friend group of guys and an- agendaβ¦with girls, and as such, my entire college career up to now has unfolded in that way. But I miss you because youβve always been my friend, not because of some agenda or fake-dating scheme.β
βMmmmmm, best friend,β you correct with a sure smirk, making Jaemin drop his head with a laugh of defeat.
βYeah, best friend,β he cedes, and your smirk turns into a soft smile.Β
βI never do anything, so just text me when you wanna hang. Iβll be there.βΒ
He looks back up at you with a small grin and a nod. βSame goes for you,β he replies. Then, all that was left was saying βgoodbyeβ in a much more awkward way than usual, before you went back up to your room to decompress from whatever the hell just happened.Β
It was a week after that first lunch when you were alone and bored in your dorm. None of the guys mentioned anything about having plans for the weekend while at lunch, which you had begun to join in on every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. So, although you just saw him, you figured Jaemin wouldnβt have anything better to do than hang out with you some more today. You shoot your gaze over to the clock, agreeing there was more than enough time left in the day to make a hang out worth it, and then grabbing your phone to text Jaemin.
Hey, Iβm bored. Wanna do something? You send, and Jaeminβs reply is instantaneous.
With a girl rn
For a text thatβs letting you know heβs following your directions, it hurts more than you thought it would to read. You know itβs for the best that this be your reality. Jaemin had been your best friend for so long now, the last thing you wanted was to ruin that with your feelings; and while fake-dating wasnβt helping, this reality-check definitely did. Heβs not just your best friend anymore, heβs the campusβ heartthrobβ¦the campusβ fuckboy. It was the entire reason behind the bet his friends made in the first place - a circumstance like this was only expected. So, youβd have to forget about the hollow feeling in your stomach right now and instead support your best friend in a best friend way, cause no matter how many times in the next three months heβs destined to call you βangelβ or look over at you softly every time you talk in the group, βbest friendsβ is all you are to each other. Oh, look at you go! I figure Iβm your alibi, so I guess Iβll stay in for the rest of the night so thereβs no possibility of one of your friends seeing me
His reply this time took about thirty minutes to get to you, and even his last text didnβt prepare you for the brick wall that faced you with this one. ThanksΒ
Jaemin isnβt selfish, Jaemin is busy. Itβs the mantra you kept repeating to yourself, because you know heβs not selfish; and while you were expecting a reply more aligned with an apology for forcing your Friday night to be spent indoors and alone, taking the time to text that out probably was not something Jaemin could manage while another girl was surely sucking him off.Β
The next Thursday, itβs Jaeminβs idea to hang out after classes. The two of you decided to chill at your place so that you didnβt have to constantly pretend around Haechan, should he be in their apartment. As you swing the door open to Jaeminβs presence, he looks at you with a big grin on his face. βHey, angel,β he says, patting the top of your head as he walks into your dorm. You track his figure deeper into the living area, looking at him quizzically because the whole purpose of him being here was that he didnβt have to call you βangel.βΒ
You just shake your head with a smile as he plops down on your couch. βHey, Jaem.βΒ
He looks up at you with innocent eyes. βWhat did you want to do tonight?β He asks, and you shrug your shoulders with a laugh.
βYouβre the one who wanted to come over; my plan was to do homework.β Your answer has Jaeminβs face falling, and you watch as he gets up from the couch and immediately walks out the door, leaving you completely dumbfounded. You didnβt think homework was that repulsive to him. Though, moments later, thereβs another knock on your door, and you answer it to be met with Jaemin again, this time his own backpack slung across his shoulders. βWha-?β You question with a laugh of disbelief.
Jaemin sends a smirk your way before once again walking past you and towards the couch, immediately unzipping his backpack and placing its contents on the coffee table. βHomework,β he says casually, looking up at you with raised brows and a smirk. βBest friend, fake girlfriend, study buddyβ¦you get all the fun labels,β he teases, causing you to shake your head before relenting and joining him at the coffee table.Β
It was an incredibly normal night. After the two of you finished up the last of your assignments - though getting distracted every five or so minutes with stupid jokes, complaints of coursework, or a sudden remembering of a story that needed telling did not help push things along, the two of you watched a movie. You ended up making hot cocoa, because the privilege of thermostats meant that it wasnβt a crazy option, regardless of the outside temperature, and then sat on the recliner, Jaemin taking up considerably more space on the couch in response.Β
The two of you had always been good movie watchers with each other. You both liked to enjoy movies in the same way - the lights off, no talking, no distractions from phonesβ¦even if it was a movie you had seen a hundred times. The two of you took movie nights seriously, mainly because with each other, you could. At least, you had yet to find anyone else who would sit and watch Coraline with you and not take a break to say something about how they find it creepy or flatout donβt like the movie when itβs not even halfway over. Though, Jaemin always happily watched, saving his only comments (typically about how βthey just donβt make movies like that anymoreβ) for the credits.Β
Just like that, it was like a night from high school, and it ended much the same way - a side hug with Jaemin and his promises of getting home safe, though it was you rather than your mother that he was making that promise to now.Β
Walking back into his apartment, Jaemin immediately catches the attention of Haechan, currently making late night ramen in the kitchen. βDid you just get back from y/nβs?β He asks, pulling his attention away from the stove to turn his head towards Jaemin.
βYeah,β Jaemin answers casually as he makes his trek through the front space and towards his room, only getting distracted when Haechan speaks up again with a playful lilt and a matching smirk on his face.
βGood night?β He asks, causing Jaemin to furrow his brows before realizing what Haechan was actually getting at.Β
βWhat-? Oh, shut up,β he dismisses. Turning back around to face Haechan revealed him to be completely distracted from his ramen - his back now leaning against the countertop as his casual crossed arms added to the tease in his raised eyebrow. Jaemin rolls his eyes at the antics, especially considering Haechan was the main reason this whole deal was made in the first place - because he was tired of Jaemin having sex. βWe didnβt have sex. We did normal couple things,β he states confidently before turning around again to actually make his way inside his room and behind his closed bedroom door.Β
This meant Jaemin missed the way Haechanβs playful brows furrowed in confusion, his face falling flatter as he spoke through a soft exhale. βWhat?β Any more time he could have had to actually question it was overridden with the need to tend to his now boiling over ramen; so Jaemin got off easy the rest of the night.Β
Haechan was not as forgiving the next time he saw the guys at Monday lunch, though. With you still nowhere to be seen and Jaemin in his line of sight ordering food, he addresses everything in a more serious tone than any of the guys were expecting.Β
βDoes anyone else find it odd that they havenβt had sex yet?β
Eyes go wide at the rest of the table. βThey havenβt?!β Jeno practically shouts before immediately getting embarrassed and making himself as small as possible. Haechan just shakes his head.
βThey havenβt even spent the night at each otherβs places yet. He always comes back home after hanging out with her and itβs always just him.β
βMaybe theyβre taking it slow,β Mark replies with a shrug, but all eyes lock on him with ample skepticism.Β
βDoes βslowβ seem like a Jaemin thing?β Haechan rebuttals. βI mean, come on. Weβre talking about the guy whoβs notorious for getting his dick wet at any available opportunity.β
βSo, we think they don't really like each other? Theyβre faking it?β Renjun asks with pursed contemplative lips.Β
Haechanβs the one to shrug this time in mystery. β$600 is a hefty amount. Heβd do anything he can for that, including but not limited to getting a fake girlfriend and lying to us,β he states more firmly, but thatβs as Jaemin joins the table; his brows furrowed and mouth hanging slightly open as he looked around at the guys in something like disgust.
βWhat in the world did I just walk in on? Y/n is not my fake girlfriend. The deal money is nice but Iβm at least honorable about these things,β he argues, and immediately all the guys whip their gazes towards him, varying expressions on their faces as Jisung speaks up in genuine question.
βWhy havenβt you slept with her yet?β The seriousness of the question and the sheer interest in the rest of the guysβ faces gets Jaemin to roll his eyes.
βYou guys are atrocious, you know that?β He says in place of an answer.Β
Chenle raises his brows. βThe question remains,β he taunts with a smirk.
Jaemin looks him dead in the eyes as he responds. βShe means more to me than that.β
βMeans more to you than that?β Jeno reflects back with a laugh. βJaemin, are you forgetting your love language?β This is the first thing you can pick up as you finally get to the table after questions from your classmates held you for more minutes than should be allowed. Regardless, you immediately jump right into conversation.
βLove language?β You echo with a smile. βThereβs something Iβm knowledgeable about. Howβs my words of affirmation boy doing?β You continue, all your attention directed towards Jaemin as you shed your backpack from your body.
He looks up at you still standing by his side, eyes soft and speaking through a small smile. βBetter now that youβre here,β he answers, and you donβt stop the bashful smile from coming across your face as you finally get situated sitting down next to him. The gentle moment is broken, though, with Jeno asking a question in total shock.
βWords of affirmation??β He begs for clarification, and the rest of the guys lean in at the table some more in apparent interest. You look at them all as though there was some joke you werenβt getting.Β
βYes? What did you think it was?β You question back, and they respond in almost perfect unison.
βPhysical touch.β
You canβt stop the small laugh from leaving your system as you look back at all of them seriously. βJaeminβs good at showing love through physical touch, no doubt, but words of affirmation is by far his favorite way to receive love, itβs not even a question. And sure, part of that is how he smiles like an idiot whenever I tell him heβs the most handsome guy on the planet - which is stupid because βhandsomeβ honestly doesnβt even begin to describe itβ¦β You trail off awkwardly before shooting your head back up to face everyone.Β
βBut have you ever seen him receive a compliment that has nothing to do with his body or looks? The way his eyes light up like something just clicked for him? I mean, heβs so many more things before heβs physically attractive, and all he was waiting for was someone to recognize that. Every time we meet up after class and I say something like βIβve been longing to be in your presence all day,β or βthanks for bringing me more happiness than Iβve ever known,β heβs practically on the verge of tears every time. Itβs why when I told him I missed him that one day, all he could think to do was ask me to be his girlfriend. Heβs been waiting to be missed on a level that had nothing to do with his body. Heβs been waiting to be affirmed in a way that isnβt physical.β
That seemed to get everyone else at the table to shut up, swallowing awkwardly as they instead turned their attention to their food. You let out a small sigh of relief as you dig into your own sandwich, but Jaemin doesnβt think he can even take one bite anymore; a weird feeling in his stomach and his mind going a million miles an hour. When he does pick up his sandwich, itβs not because heβs finally convinced he can keep it down, but because not eating now would be incredibly suspicious to everyoneβ¦including you.Β
Jaemin walked you back to your dorm after lunch, something that became typical since it wasnβt always possible to pick you up from class for lunch. You were walking in comfortable silence; in fact, an element of awkwardness was only introduced once Jaemin spoke up with a strange sort of cough and hesitant words. βI didnβt know I was a words of affirmation guy,β he finally says after a couple of minutes.Β
With the two of you out of sightline and earshot of the others, you let your actions and reactions express more naturally. So, you paused completely, making him eventually stop and look over his shoulder at you in question. βOhβ¦really?!β You say in light shock before shaking your head and resuming your pace so you could catch back up to him and continue casually. βI mean, maybe youβre not then, but just from what I know-β
Youβre cut off with a small laugh from Jaemin as he shakes his head softly, matching his contemplative tone. βNo, I think youβre right. Everything you said I- I think youβre right.β He says it as though he were almost embarrassed by the fact, and you decide thatβs the last thing youβre gonna allow him to feel in this situation.
βOh, well, would you like me to affirm you more often then?β You ask seriously. βWe arenβt exactly meeting up after class everyday and Iβm not exactly telling you Iβve been waiting for that very moment, but I can.β
Jaemin is quick to dismiss the idea. βNo, itβs okay. No use doing that when this whole thing is fake. I mean, rule number three or something is that everything is immediately dropped when weβre in private,β he tries to play off with a laugh, and as you finally reach the entrance to your dorm, you turn around to face him solemnly.Β
βJaem, thatβs not me putting on an act. You do know I love spending time with you, right? And-β You shake your head, frustrated with yourself that this is something you obviously didnβt do a good job of communicating earlier. βTake us out of this whole situation thing,β you command, finding your footing in what youβre wanting to say. βJust- as friends. I love spending time with you. I want you in my life forever, yeah?β You finish softly, and when you look back up at Jaemin, heβs quick to break eye contact.Β
βYeah.β
The next few weeks saw to it that you and Jaemin were hanging out more than ever. What you saw as insane luck meant that every time you texted asking if he could hang out, he was never βwith a girlβ at the time; and Jaemin was texting you and being the one to make plans at a far greater rate than you were, anyways. Instantly, your relationship reflected that during your time in high school - the only difference was that sometimes in the midst of trying to pretend you didnβt have the hugest crush on your best friend, you were also having to pretend you did have the hugest crush on your best friend.Β
Hang outs were still mainly at your place so that the two of you never had to worry about Haechan, though sometimes youβd purposely have a night in at Jaeminβs to keep Haechan convinced. This was not one of those times. Instead, you opened your door to Jaemin as you have for the past three Fridayβs now, which the two of you decided would be βdate nightβ in everyone elseβs eyes while really, youβd just keep a low profile and do whatever you wanted. Due to schedules, you always had an hour for homework before youβd be met with Jaeminβs presence, and he was right on time today. βHey, Jaem!β You greet with a smile as you swing the door open and step back to allow him inside.
βHey angel,β he replies casually, because calling you βangelβ was now a very typical occurrence, regardless of who was around to hear it. He flashes a smile in your direction, but instead of beelining for the couch like normal, he stops to stand kind of awkwardly in front of you before continuing hesitantly. βMark is having a Halloween party if thatβs something youβre interested inβ¦we could go together. I know parties arenβt really your thing.β He speaks as though it were an apology, and all you can do is chuckle at his antics.
βDonβt worry about that. I am your fake girlfriend, arenβt I?β You tease in reply, and Jaemin raises his eyebrows as though he didnβt know where you were going with this.
β...Yes,β he draws out slowly, and you just shake your head at him fondly.
βSo, if youβre going, then I wouldnβt miss it for the world,β you answer sincerely, and though youβd never be able to convince yourself of it, you made Jaemin blush - just the tiniest bit.Β
He lets out something like a sigh of relief before nodding his head in acknowledgement. βOkay, Iβll tell Mark weβre going, then,β he says happily, and then suddenly itβs right back to routine as he heads for the couch to chill before the two of you could decide what all you actually wanted to do that day.Β
The next time you saw Jaemin was two days later when he asked if you wanted to accompany him to the store. It was all light and casual conversation as you strolled through the aisles, most of the time pointing at random items and saying βyouβ to try and see who could get the other to laugh more. The bit promptly ended when you pointed at a Scrub Daddy to relate Jaemin to, but he instead teased you endlessly for using an item with βdaddyβ in the name. The only thing to veer his topic of conversation away from that was when you passed the aisle that had been repurposed into Halloween decorations and costumes, making him stop in his tracks.
βHave you decided on a costume for the party yet?β He asks curiously, and you turn back around to face him and redirect your path to peruse the Halloween aisle, touching random bits of costumes before dropping them back to the rack with a shake of your head.Β
βWell, I was gonna go as an angel since thatβs kind of what you call me now, but if we do it as a coupleβs costume, then youβd end up as the devil or a demon or whatever, and I donβt love the idea of that. Soβ¦would you wanna go as Team Rocket instead?β You ask in return. Jaemin swallows awkwardly as he takes in everything you just said, but he canβt take too long to explore the slightly comforting feeling brought on by you saying the idea of him as a devil wasnβt your favoriteβ¦because that wouldnβt be very βI donβt care what anyone else thinksβ of him. Instead, he resorts back to a familiar tease, an eyebrow raised as a playful smirk crossed his lips.
βWho said I wanted to do a coupleβs costume?β He shoots back and your face immediately goes red as you scramble for words.
βOh! You donβt- I was just- itβs not-β Youβre cut off with a warm laugh from Jaemin.
βBreathe, angel, I was just messing with you,β he reassures with a shake of his head.
βMaybe you would make a good demon,β you deadpan in return, and Jaeminβs eyes light with fire as his jaw drops.
βHey!β
βJust messing with you, Jaem,β you banter back, and Jaemin bites on the inside of his cheek to stop a wide grin from making an appearance at your behavior.Β
βIβm fine going as Team Rocket, as long as I get to be James,β he says with a mock seriousness, effectively getting you to smile as you roll your eyes.
βWell, I wasnβt going to suggest you be Jessie,β you assure in the same manner, and Jaemin nods his head, seemingly content with the plan before another question comes to mind.Β
βAre we dying our hair?β He asks, and this time heβs actually serious. You think about it for a second before giving into the idea with a contemplative nod.
βWe can get the spray that lasts up until you wash it,β you suggest, and with a nod from Jaemin, your Halloween costumes were set - all you had to do was make them.Β
Fast forward a week and the only thing left to do was iron on the βRβ decal on Jaeminβs top, which was exactly what you were doing in his apartment as he took the time to spray blue in his hair. You look up from the heat press as Jaemin walks out of the bathroom. βHuh,β you let out involuntarily, and if you were any less close with Jaemin, you wouldβve been embarrassed beyond words. However, he just looks at you with furrowed brows and a curious grin.
βWhat?β He asks, and you shrug your shoulders as though it were nothing big.
βYou look good with blue hair,β you answer, trying your best to be casual about it.
Jaeminβs curious grin had turned into a shiteating one. βOh, yeah?β He digs, trying to get under your skin; though, you thwart the attempt immediately, instead responding with nonchalance - the exact opposite of what he was reaching for.Β
βWell, no more than normal,β you reply, and Jaeminβs brows raise impossibly.
βNow, what does that mean?β He asks playfully, but you just shake your head.
βYouβre the fuckboy, Jaemin. You know what Iβm getting at.β With that, your attention was back on the iron as it beeped and let you know his shirt was ready. You pull it out from under the heat and turn it around so Jaemin could see the final product, and with a nod of approval, he grabs it from your hands and heads back to the bathroom.
βLooks great, angel,β he finally says, studying his appearance in the mirror before walking back out to the living area. You just drop your head as you feel your face heat up at the compliment.Β
βIβll uh- go get ready,β you say quietly, and then you grab your own costume and hair spray before trading places with him in the bathroom.Β
Jaemin doesnβt hide his small smile as he watches you walk back out to the living area in your matching costume with him, and you try your best to pin your focus anywhere other than his soft gaze. βUm- drinking at parties isnβt really my thing so- I can drive us back here afterwards. You can drink however much you want,β you get out awkwardly before moving to sit down next to him on the couch.
Jaemin chuckles lightly in response to your behavior. βAre you sure?βΒ
You nod your head profusely. βOf course. You enjoy parties a lot. I donβt want you to change an aspect of it just because Iβm there, too. So, however much you normally drinkβ¦go for it.βΒ
Jaemin studies your figure with ample doubt covering his features. βI donβt know. Me drinking while knowing I have a ride home typically means I turn into too much to handle,β he jokes, but any form of negative self-talk from him always grounds you, and youβre quick to refute it.
βNot for me,β you say, turning your head to make eye contact with him. βNever for me.β Your soft reassurance has Jaemin simply staring at you, and you quickly turn your head back to face your lap as you overthink every little embarrassing thing youβve already done tonight. On the other hand, Jaemin didnβt even think twice before leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek.Β
Your cheeks puff out with a smile in immediate response to the contact, but as you lift your gaze back up to face Jaemin, your attention is caught by Haechan, who had just walked out of his room in costume - a vampire costume that was already iconic and he hadnβt even done anything yet.
Your soft smile turns into a full-on grin as you address him. βWoah, Hyuck. You look great!β You say with a laugh, and Jaemin whips his head around to face his roommate just to fall into his own bout of laughter.
βOh, fuck off,β Haechan replies with a playful roll of his eyes as he walks towards the door. βAre you two gonna head out soon?β He asks more seriously, and Jaemin gives a light nod.
βYeah, we wonβt be too far behind you. Y/n just isnβt a huge fan of parties, so we opted for fashionably late rather than fashionably early.βΒ
Haechan flashes his eyebrows up in acknowledgement before turning back from the front door to face the two of you again. βAlright. Donβt violate the couch too much in the meantime. Itβs my favorite couch,β he banters, and this time itβs you and Jaemin to roll your eyes.
βYou fuck off,β you say through a grin, and Haechan drops his head with a loud laugh before bringing his gaze back to the two of you with a soft smile.
βIβll see you guys soon,β he says happily, and with that, heβs out the door.Β Β
It was about thirty minutes later when you and Jaemin entered the party house hand-in-hand. As soon as you got in, you realized your friend group was a lot more popular than you ever thought, because seemingly everyone you went to school with was here. For parties already feeling overwhelming, parties where you could hardly move without bumping into someone were even more so. Though, in the midst of the blaring music, a hundred different conversations, and all the dancing, your attention is turned to your interlocked hand with Jaemin as he gently rubs his thumb across the back of your hand.
You shoot your gaze up at him just to see heβs already staring back down at you softly. Unlike you, he looked completely at home in the party scene, though you figure one canβt truly get labeled a fuckboy without being so. Thatβs also why you assume he was able to tell you were already uncomfortable from the second you stepped inside.Β
Hardly a few feet from the entrance, he leans down to you at his side, speaking slowly in your ear so you could make it out from the rest of the noise. βWeβll stay only as long as you want, okay? If you wanna turn back around right now, we can.β
You shake your head minimally, turning to face him and realizing that action placed your lips dangerously close together. You roll them inwards in hesitation before shifting your gaze to his own. βIβm not going to make you leave super early. You like parties.β
A smirk plays on Jaeminβs lips as he raises an eyebrow at you. βI like you more,β he replies playfully.Β
You dart your gaze off to the side, ripping your hand away from his in the process. βIβm fine. Letβs just go find our friends.β You take a step out from the entryway but quickly notice Jaemin isnβt following. You whip your head around to face him just to see his hand outstretched for you again.
βIf weβre going to go find our friends, your hand better be in mine,β he quips, causing you to roll your eyes before obliging and lacing your fingers back together. He gives your hand a light squeeze as he flashes you a wide smile and drags you to where he already saw Haechan, Jeno, and Renjun.Β
βHey, you guys look great!β Jeno says with a bright smile as the two of you join their circle. Jaemin finally slides his hand out of yours to instead place it on the small of your back. Despite yourself, a small smile comes onto your face, not at Jenoβs words, but at Jaeminβs touch, and you relax a bit more against his hand.
Jaemin is the one to actually respond as the other two guys turn their attention to the both of you as well. βThanks! My incredible, beautiful girlfriend made the costumes,β he says, tossing his gaze over to you at his side. You roll your eyes at him, but your smile grows.Β
βMaking it is not the same as making it look good. You did that all on your own,β you shoot back earnestly. The three guys in front of you throw on a look of disgust, as if they werenβt the ones telling Jaemin he needed a girlfriend. Jaemin just looks over at you with a soft gleam in his eyes, his mouth straining as he tries to conceal a smile. He opts to just kiss you on the cheek instead, then reaching for your far shoulder and pulling you his way. He snakes his arms around you to keep you there in a hug from behind, his thumb gently rubbing up and down your waist. The five of you stood in a circle just talking for at least an hour. Occasionally, one of them would leave to grab drinks for the group, though you were sure to just stick to water the entire night as everyone around you became a comfortable state of tipsy.Β
Eventually, Jaemin unwound his arms from your figure, causing you to turn your head and look up at him in question. He lets an easy smile paint his lips. βIβm just running to the bathroom real quick. Iβll come find you again in a few.β
You nod your head, and your eyes follow Jaemin for as long as they could before he became completely indistinguishable from the rest of the crowd. You turn your attention back to Renjun, Jeno, and Haechan. βIβm gonna go find Mark,β you start with an awkward laugh. βI donβt know if he even knows Jaemin and I are here.β The three of them nod at you, Renjun racking his foggy brain for where he thinks he last saw him. You nod, thanking them for their company so far, and then heading off towards the kitchen under the guidance of Renjunβs memory.Β
When Jaemin steps out of the bathroom, he almost immediately runs into the body of another guy. Opening his mouth to apologize, the guest beats him to words.
βJaemin, nice costume,β he says, and Jaemin loses his tension at the compliment.
βOh, thank you-β He starts, but is quickly cut off again by the stranger.
βYou got another one of your hoes to match with tomorrow?β He slurs with a smile, throwing an arm around Jaeminβs shoulder.
Jaeminβs eyes widen as he snakes out under the touch, guiding their hand back down to their side. βUh, no, y/nβs my girlfriend. Itβs just her and weβre just out for tonight,β he replies, turning his gaze away from the man to instead scan the crowd and try to lay eyes back on you.
βHa! Good one,β the guy laughs out, and Jaemin snaps his gaze back to him in confusion.
βGood one?β He echoes back in question, but with a hard slap on his back that Jaemin thinks was meant to be playful, his conversation partner quickly leaves. Jaemin stands there for a moment puzzled, but he tries to shake out of the uncomfortable feeling as he directs his gaze back to the big crowd, looking for where you may have wandered off to once he sees youβre no longer with the previous group.
He quickly realizes he wouldnβt be able to find you by standing in one place, so he picks up his feet and starts weaving through the crowd again. When he feels a hand on his back, he assumes itβs you, and he whips around towards the figure. His face quickly drops when he realizes it isnβt you, and suddenly heβs extremely conscious of how everyoneβs been touching him tonight.Β
βSuch a shame your costume shows so little skin,β the girl says with a small pout and a fake innocence in her eyes. Jaemin tries to take a step back, just to bump into more people dancing and forcing him back into close proximity. He swallows hard, accepting the fact that he was having to engage in this conversation now.
βMy girlfriend picked it out,β he says firmly, and the girl in front of him just tilts her head to the side, now rubbing a hand up and down his arm.
βWell, sheβs ruining the fun,β she replies, something like pity in her eyes as she looks at Jaemin. He furrows his brows, his breath getting heavier as the air seems to get thinner.Β
βUm, I- I think Iβm still fun without showing skin,β Jaemin fumbles out, and the girl just laughs, finally letting her hand drop from his arm as her doe-eyed expression turns mean.
βYouβd like to believe that,β she says, shaking her head and walking off.
Jaemin stared after her in a weird mix of hurt and confusion that he hadnβt ever felt before. βWhat?β He asks in defeat, but there was no one there to give him any clarification.Β
He desperately starts looking around for you again. If he could just get back to you, if he could just slip his hand into yours, he was sure the heavy weight thatβs found its way onto his chest would disappear. He was shaking, he didnβt know when he had started shaking, but it seemed to take the place of his breathing, and now he was worried about whether or not he would even have time to find you before he suffocated. Almost all the effort he was placing into finding you was now being placed into holding back his tears. Everything was too loud, he couldnβt hear his own thoughts, couldnβt hear his voice if he spoke aloud, suddenly not sure if he was even getting any words out when he opened his mouth, which only worried him more because he was dying and he couldnβt tell anyone.Β
Holding your hand, it was the only positive thought he could seem to cling to, the only thing keeping him from collapsing to the floor in a ball - he had to find you, he wanted to hold your hand. He thinks itβs a miracle that his feet are able to start moving again, especially when someone definitely put 50 lb weights in his shoes without him knowing.Β
He finally lays eyes on you, now in the kitchen talking with Mark, Chenle, and Jisung. Though you were maybe ten feet away, it might as well have been miles, as another hand gets placed on his chest from a random girl in front of him. βJames, let me know if you get bored of Jessie later. I can give you a good time,β she says with a smirk, and Jaemin feels like heβs going to throw up; though he canβt quite tell if that was because of her words or the whirlwind of the past three minutes. In fact, if he knew just how badly he was shaking, he wouldβve questioned how she didnβt feel it when she placed her hand on his chest.Β
He shakes his head as quickly as he could without getting too dizzy to continue his trek towards you. βNo, I quite like Jessie,β he says through hiccups, not sure when the first stray tear made its way down his cheek. He pushes past the girl without giving her time to respond and make him feel worse. All he wanted was you, and when he finally got close enough to place his shaky hand in yours, all he could manage were whispered words that he prayed would reach you, or at least leave his mouth at all.Β
βPlease donβt leave me.β
Still in conversation with Mark, Chenle, and Jisung, you donβt turn too much attention to Jaemin slightly behind you as you settle your hand into his touch, but thatβs when you feel how badly heβs shaking. βJaem, are you okay?β You ask at your side, though your eyes remained trained on Chenle as he told the least dramatic story in the most dramatic way.
βThereβs a lot of people here,β Jaemin whimpers out, the answer confusing enough to pull your focus away from Chenle.Β
βI know-β You start, your gaze following from your interlocked hands up his arm and to his face, but thatβs when you actually see the state heβs in and your face instantly falls into worry. A steady stream of tears cascaded down his cheeks, his eyes tightly shut to block out the extra stimulation, only opening them to look at you before promptly getting embarrassed and turning away. You immediately squeeze his hand a little tighter in your hold, getting him to train his eyes back on you. You pick up your words as he does so, careful to hide your immense worry in your tone and instead speaking softly for him. βHeyβ¦letβs get you to a quieter room, okay?β
Jaemin nods his head minimally, able to let out a choked response. βOkay.β You take no extra time in telling the others that you were going to have to get filled in on the story later. Instead, you just make sure your grip on Jaeminβs hand is enough to not lose him while navigating through the crowd as you immediately lead him upstairs and into an empty room.Β
βTalk to me, whatβs going on?β You say, closing the door and turning on a soft lamp light before you whip back around to watch Jaemin pace the entire floor, his fingers running frantically through his hair.Β
βI donβt know. Everyone keeps talking to me and touching me and everything is so loud and my head hurts and itβs so hot Iβm sweating and dizzy and freaking out-β He spoke all at once, and you knew the last thing he needed was to run out of breath while explaining. You jump to cut him off, still trying your best to make your voice as calming as possible for him.
βHeyβ¦itβs gonna be okay. Can you sit down for me?β The second you said it, Jaemin was on the floor, his heavy breaths visibly not making it to his whole body. Your eyes soften some more as you look at him. It didnβt take a genius to tell you heβs never been in this situation before, and all he knew to do was trust you. You let out a soft sigh as you move closer to him. βI know you said youβre hot and sweaty and overwhelmed with touch, but is it okay if I hug you?β
βPlease.β The word comes out weak, riddled with enough tears to make you break. You sit down behind him, placing your legs out along his own outstretched ones as you gently hug him from behind.Β Β
βYou can close your eyes, just focus on my voice. Youβre gonna be okay,β you state with confidence, rubbing a thumb gently up and down his side. Jaemin is quick to refute, shaking his head with an intensity you wish he wouldnβt right now.
βNo, y/n, it feels like Iβm dying,β he says, fear covering every aspect of his voice. You let out a soft sigh.
βYouβre not dying, youβre panicking.β This, too, he refuses to accept. His response comes out as firm as it could through tears.
βI donβt panic. Iβm the cool guy. Iβm not panicking, Iβm dying.β
Despite yourself, a small laugh escapes you through an exhale, and you hug Jaemin to you extra tight. βBaby, no matter how cool you are, thereβs not a person in the world completely immune to panic attacks.β
Jaemin stills for a moment, the sudden switch confusing you before he speaks and confuses you even more. βI thought you didnβt like that word,β he says, wiping his face of tears and then placing his hands on your own arms around his torso.Β
You furrow your eyebrows, though with him in front of you, there was no point. βWhat word?β You ask. Surely he wasnβt talking about the word βpanic attackβ but racking your brain, there was nothing else you said that wasnβt just a normal word.
βYou donβt know you said it,β he says curiously, a small sniffle coming from his figure as he tries his own attempt at a light laugh.Β
βWhat are you talking about, Jaem?β You question again. At this point, you were sure one of you was going crazy, and you really were banking on it not being you. Though, Jaemin just dismisses the subject, and with you sitting behind him, you missed the small smile that now covered his features.
βNothing, please just continue holding me like this,β he begs softly, and you nod your head, squeezing him tighter for a second.
βIβm not going anywhere,β you reply seriously, and there you and Jaemin sat for at least another ten minutes; the only noise to break the silence was his occasional cries as he still tried to rid himself of tears and calm down completely.Β
When you couldnβt remember his last sniffle, you start to rub your thumb up and down a portion of his waist, disrupting the physical stillness before you spoke and disrupted the silence.
βI wanna get you some water soon,β you say gently, but any attempt to move from your position was shot down as Jaemin quickly fumbled to grab your arms and press them firmly back down across his torso, his body beginning to shake again at the idea of you getting up.
βNo! Donβt leave! Please,β he chokes out, and almost all of the progress you thought he made in the past few minutes was erased.
You sigh, and refusing to think about the fact that you were practically breaking your own rule, you lean forward to kiss him on the cheek. βIβm staying right next to you, Jaem,β you start, and you watch as he basically forces his breathing to get back to normal at your wordsβ¦or at least tries to. βDo you want me to call Jeno and get him to bring up water for you, or do you want to follow me down to the kitchen, grab a water bottle, and leave?βΒ Β
Jaemin thinks for a moment before dropping his head in what you assume was shame, which was the last thing he needed to be feeling. βI- can we leave?β
You squeeze your arms around his body once more in acknowledgement. βYeah, come on,β you reply, and the two of you slowly make your way off the floor and into a standing position. As you let go of his waist, you immediately grab his hand in yours, looking up at Jaemin for confirmation that this was what he wanted to do. He stared back down at you with a teary smile and nod, and with that, you led him out of the bedroom and back downstairs.Β
Thankfully, Mark, Chenle, and Jisung were still in the kitchen, meaning you had to cover no extra ground to fill Mark in on your departure.Β
βHey, Iβm gonna take Jaemin home,β you say, turning to face Mark after grabbing a water bottle from the fridge he was standing next to.
Mark furrows his brows. βEverything okay?β He asks, knowing Jaemin wasnβt one to leave parties early, nor was he one to have tear streaks painted across his face.
You try to smile but it comes out more as a grimace. βYeah, heβs just a little overwhelmed today. Thank you for inviting us, though. It was a blast.βΒ
Mark nods his head in understanding. βThanks for coming. Are you driving?β
βYeah,β you reply, and Mark forces some sobriety back in his system.
βYou havenβt had anything to drink, have you?β He asks in worry, and you let a grateful smile paint your face as you respond.
βNo, Iβm okay.β
Mark nods before taking another sip of his own drink. βOkay. Be safe. Iβll see you guys soon.β You reciprocate his nod in acknowledgement and then immediately lead Jaemin towards the front door and back to the car.
You make sure heβs all taken care of in the passenger seat before you start messing with the controls in the driverβs seat to move it to where you could actually drive. You make a mental note to apologize about changing the position of his seat and mirrors tomorrow after everythingβs calmed down, but as you start driving, Jaemin is the one to beat you to an apology.Β
βIβm sorry,β he says weakly, and you risk a quick glance over at him with furrowed brows.
βHuh, why?β
Jaemin fiddles with his fingers in his lap, unable to look anywhere else because of his embarrassment. βFor making you leave the party. You were having fun,β he answers softly, and despite your best efforts, a small laugh escapes you.
βJaem, I was having fun because all we did was hang around with our group of friends. I donβt care for parties in and of themselves, you know that. Truthfully, Iβd rather just be with you right now,β you say, and as you pull up to a stop sign, you look back over at him again. Defeat riddled his features as he spits out a response.
βBut Iβm just crying.β He speaks those words as though he were mad at himself for it, and you donβt understand how your best friend came to believe that he always had to be some perfectly presented guy.
You let out a sigh before turning your attention back to the road. βIt doesnβt change the fact that I like spending time with you. Besides, youβd be crazy to think Iβd rather be anywhere else right now when youβve got me so worried about you.β When the only response from Jaemin is another sob he tries to cover up, you frown. βIβm not mad at you for making us leave the party early, and Iβm not mad at you for crying,β you add on, and Jaemin finally lifts his head to look over at you in his driverβs seat. He seems to scan your figure up and down, processing your words and the fact that you were actually taking care of him right now. He sniffles once more before abruptly turning his focus back to his lap, and the car ride is silent the rest of the way to his apartment.Β
As soon as Jaemin gets into his own room, he already looks a thousand times better; the tension in his shoulders finally falls and his breathing gets more regular. You scavenge around his apartment for anything he may need during the night and next morning, because outside of his panic attack, he was still tipsy, too.Β
With a fresh water bottle and ibuprofen set on his night stand, you bid Jaemin goodnight, running a hand gently through his hair as he laid down in bed. However, before you can fully turn around and leave, Jaemin catches the hand you just had in his hair. In shock, you whip back around, just to be met with wide pleading eyes.
βPlease stay,β he says softly, and your breath hitches for a moment before you resume your cool, or at least try to.
βJaemin-β You start, your tone already giving way to your refusal. Though, Jaemin cuts you off in an instant, his grip on you getting slightly tighter.
βYou said you wouldnβt leave me,β he shoots back, and his voice is already shaky again from the sudden raise in volume of his claim.
You sigh, trying to slowly snake your hand out of his grip as you reply. βYeah, but I was kind of meaning that for while we were still at the party, notβ¦now, when youβre going to sleep.β
He refuses to let you out of his hold, and he pulls you even closer to the end of the bed. βWhat if Haechan comes back?β He starts, trying his best to talk normally. βHeβd be really confused as to why you didnβt stay over after the night I had.β
Despite yourself, you let out a small laugh. βThereβs no shot Haechan makes it back tonight or is sober enough to think about anything but getting in bed himself. Youβre just saying that to try and convince me.β
He finally lets his grip on you drop as he lets out a heavy breath bordering on the dividing line between defeat and hope. βIs it working?β He asks, and though you were finally free from his grasp, able to just say a final goodnight and leave to head back to your place, you donβt. Instead, you drop your head, speaking so softly youβre not sure Jaemin would even be able to hear.
βI want the side next to the wall.βΒ
With your gaze facing the floor, you couldnβt see the sudden warm glow behind Jaeminβs eyes as he pulled back the comforter on that side and pulled his legs up so you could crawl over by the foot of the bed, neither of you saying another word as you do.Β
Jaemin didnβt know why he was so captivated by watching you fall asleep in his bed. The two of you mustβve been at least a full foot away from each other, as you immediately made sure to press up against the wall and make yourself as small as you could. That was fine by Jaemin. He wasnβt asking for the two of you to cuddle in the first place - this was still a fake relationship after all, and he was very much aware of that. In fact, that truth was probably more plaguing than ever at the front of his mind. Now instead of a reminder that he had to pretend to date you, it was a reminder that this was ending in two months. Jaeminβs tipsy brain couldnβt put together what the sinking feeling in his chest meant at the realization of that. So, he pushed it away, and just looked over at you sleeping peacefully right up against the wall. He didnβt need to have his arms around you - knowing you were next to him was enough, and for the first time that night since the party started, he was completely at peace.
When you wake up and realize you were more comfortable than usual in your bed, you open your eyes and figure out that itβs because youβre not in your bed. In fact, youβre hardly resting against a bed at all. Instead, one of your arms is lazily thrown over your best friendβs waist as your head rested comfortably, incredibly too comfortably, on his chest. The discovery that your legs were some kind of interlaced didnβt make things any better, and the full realization that you were practically on top of Jaemin had you jolt. This, of course, didnβt do anything but wake him up. With your head now propped up on his chest, you watch as he slowly peeks open one of his eyes, exhaustion still written over all his features. However, the second his gaze lands on you, he shoots open both eyes. Embarrassment quickly floods your being as you address everything. βUh, sorry. I didnβt mean to-β
Youβre cut off with a light chuckle and softly spoken words from Jaemin. βYouβre okay.β Regardless of his response, you canβt shake the embarrassment. Jaeminβs arms fall from around your body as you try to get up, and thatβs when you realize both of his arms were wrapped around you in the first place. You push the thought to the back of your head, turning to get off of his bed completely.Β
Youβre stopped by his hand grabbing yours. You quickly turn your attention back to Jaemin, who still had yet to move any part of his body but his arms as he looks at you softly, pleading. βCan we go back to sleep?β
You swallow awkwardly, your throat now suddenly dry. You dart your eyes around his room before sighing and just landing your gaze back on him. βUm, do you still need me here for that?β You ask genuinely. Jaemin breaks eye contact this time, as he just looks down at your two hands still holding onto each other. He gives a slow nod of his head, humming a little.Β
You bite your lip to stop a smile from coming onto your face. It wasnβt often that you got to see your best friend looking as gentle and small as he did now. Jaemin, with the larger than life personality just wanting to stay in bed with you, it was hard to say βno.β So, you donβt. βOkay.β Though when you move to resume your position back by the wall, he chuckles a bit and uses your still interlocked hands to pull you back onto him.Β
The next two days after you woke up on top of Jaemin (again) were filled with an awkward period of zero contact between the two of you. You couldnβt blame him for not responding to your text to hang out the day after. You were both really good at never crossing lines back in high school, but Halloween put a blur on every single oneβ¦and it didnβt help that he was tipsy that night, too. Outside of whatever rules in your contract were broken, you were sure Jaemin was also just embarrassed to no end.Β
There was a lot of pressure on him to be this man with no emotions; his label as a fuckboy meant people typically started and stopped all their thoughts about him at the sexual level, and he did his best to live up to their many expectations in that department, neglecting all the other parts of his being that needed tending to. Vulnerability was not a Jaemin specialty, largely because itβs never what anyone was looking for from him; and anything that lessened his sex appeal, and thus meant he couldnβt make a call and immediately have any girl he wanted, was a possibility he sought to avoid.Β
You didnβt necessarily mind the no-contact, though. Your heart was doing flips and spins in Jaeminβs presence on Halloween, and you had to give yourself a cool-down period before seeing him so that you could act normal around him again - whatever it was that βnormalβ looked like when you were having to convince a group of friends that you liked your best friend while convincing your best friend you didnβt actually like him.Β
Jaemin made up an excuse for your absence at Mondayβs lunch, but on Tuesday he finally messaged you again and asked you out for ice cream, which you of course said βyesβ to. He meets you at the entrance to your dorm and smiles at you with something like a sigh of relief when you smile back at him; though, with his messy hair, thick-framed glasses, and a hoodie adorning his figure, it was hard to do anything but smile - he looked criminally boyfriend.Β
βHey, Iβm- sorryβ¦for it being weird these past few days,β he gets out somewhat awkwardly as you start on your walk towards the best ice cream parlor by campus.Β
You shake your head with a small laugh. βItβs okay. Youβve been going through it recently,β you joke, and Jaemin licks his lips before bringing himself to laugh as well.Β
βThanks for uh- putting up with me on Halloween.β He speaks as though the words were bitter on his tongue. βIβm sorry about forcing you to spend the night.βΒ
You let out a sigh. You wanted to stop and force him to see the sincerity in your eyes as you told him that you werenβt βputting up with him,β but you knew you needed to keep this moment more casual so he wouldnβt find these vulnerable bits overwhelming and consequently shut down. So instead, you just keep walking with a small shake of your head.
βYou donβt have to apologize for that. You just had a panic attack - if I didnβt spend the night, I wouldnβt have gotten any sleep. I wouldβve stayed up all night worried about you. It was better that I was with you.βΒ
Jaemin lets something like a grimace cross his features as he responds with a wry laugh. βYou care about me a lot,β he points out, making you look up at him by your side with raised brows.
βOf course I do. Youβre my best friend,β you say seriously, and Jaemin looks down to meet your gaze, giving away the distant look in his eyes.
βHa, fair,β he begins. βI care about you a lot, too.β As he continues, he drops his head to face his feet. βBut I donβt think Iβd know how to take care of you while youβre having a panic attack,β he admits regrettably, but all you can do is give a soft smile.
βIβm not expecting you to. All I ask is that you let me be there for you again if you have another oneβ¦and that you stop being so embarrassed about showing emotions,β you tack on, causing Jaemin to laugh a bit in defeat.
βOkay, angel, but only with you. I have a hot guy persona to keep up in the real world,β he says through a smile, but you shake your head.
βYouβre hot, regardless,β you deadpan, and Jaeminβs face lights up as he nudges you in the side playfully.
βWell, look at that! You sweet talker. Maybe Iβll pay for your ice cream today,β he banters, and soon the two of you are in shared laughter as you elbow him back.Β
βWhatever. Iβm 80% sure you were gonna pay for my ice cream even before that.β
β80%?β He echos, bringing a hand up to his chest as though heβs been shot. βSuch little faith,β he tuts, shaking his head and making you roll your eyes playfully.
βAm I supposed to have more faith in a fuckboy than that?β You tease, and Jaeminβs face falls into a mock seriousness, holding open the door to the ice cream parlor for you as he looks at your figure with raised eyebrows.Β
βNo, youβre supposed to have more faith in your best friend than that,β he says as you pass through the door, and you look back at him to share matching small smiles.
βYeah, yeah, I know. I have nothing but faith in you,β you reply as he, too, fully steps inside and lets the door swing closed behind him. The proximity has you looking almost directly up at him as he stares down at you in much the same manner; playful gleams in your eyes and fond smiles adorning your faces. At once, he nods his head towards the counter behind you.
βGo order, angel. Itβs on me today.βΒ
You scrunch your face up at him with a big grin. βThanks, handsome.β Then you promptly turn around and head towards where the cashier was waiting to take your order, not even taking one chance to look back and see how red Jaeminβs face had gotten in response.Β
Jaemin knew it was coming, that was the funny thing. He just wasnβt expecting the disconnect between his head and his heart to be remedied all at once; but looking at you standing in line and pointing at what flavor you wanted, he had never wanted to do this with anyone else, but he really really wanted it with you, today and every day after that.
Sitting down and actually eating ice cream included the most normal of conversations between you and Jaemin. He wasnβt your best friend for nothing - the two of you could talk forever and never run out of things to say or comfort and joy to find in each otherβs presence. As such, when you finished your ice cream cones and left the parlor, interaction flowed as it always had while he walked you back to your dormβ¦meaning the two of you looked like just best friends; close enough on the sidewalk to hear each other but far enough apart so that there was no possibility of accidentally grazing the back of each otherβs hands or anything. You were hardly conscious of it, elated at the fact that you and Jaemin were so close and consistent again after the past few years, but Jaemin could practically only focus on the distance between the two of you.
You had basically just stepped foot back on actual campus when Jaemin abruptly stopped, grabbing your wrist and turning you towards him as he spoke in a rush.
βMy friends are looking, kiss me,β he says in something close to a panic, and so you immediately oblige, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss him firmly. You place your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you break away, catching your breath - something that Jaemin always seemed to make you lose - as you turn your head around to look at the surrounding area.
βWhere are they?β You ask through a light pant, turning back to Jaemin once you checked and double checked but caught no sign of his friends.Β
Jaemin licks his lips hesitantly, shaking his head. βThey must have left already,β he says through an exhale, and you take a deep breath, finally allowing yourself to step away from Jaeminβs body as you face the ground, trying to regain your footing from the whiplash it felt you just went through. Jaemin lets out an awkward cough before speaking up again. βWe should probably hold hands all the time when weβre in public, though. Iβm pretty sure Chenleβs the only suspicious one still out of the friend group, but itβd throw anyone off if weβre dating and not holding hands. And if thereβs one thing I learned from the Halloween party, itβs that people donβt know weβre dating, and that should probably change so it doesnβt just look like an act put on for the friend groupβ¦or Chenleβs never gonna believe it.βΒ
He wasnβt wrong, and you knew that - you knew that before all of this even started. Rule number three was that the act is immediately dropped in private, but that came with the other side of things being that you had to put on an act while in public, regardless of who was around to witness it.Β
You nod your head slowly. βYeah, okay,β you cede, and Jaeminβs hand immediately finds yours, the warmth from the contact making you realize how chilled your bones currently were. There was no more hiding it from girls in your classes now - you were Jaeminβs girlfriend to the general public, not just to his six best friends. You needed these next two months to pass by quickly, because with the promise of Jaeminβs hand being in yours more than ever, you were sure your chances of survival just decreased dramatically.Β
That Friday, your date night was replaced with a night in at Jaeminβs apartment. As soon as he shot you a text saying he was home from class, you made your way over to his place. He opened the door with the bright smile he typically revealed just for you, stepping back to let you inside with a fond, βhey angel.βΒ
You step inside with a smile and small greeting in reply. βWhat do you wanna do today?β You ask, turning around to face him once you realize you were aimlessly crossing the span of his apartment for no reason. Already preparing for the question, Jaemin moves his hand from behind his back to reveal a thick blu-ray case in his grip.
βHarry Potter movie marathon?β He asks with a smirk.
You look back at him with raised eyebrows and a small grin of your own. βYou know I canβt say βnoβ to Harry Potter at any point in the Fall or Winter seasons,β you reply, and Jaeminβs eyes find a new glow behind them.
βThat and Gilmore Girls; though Iβm much more in the mood for Harry Potter because if we started rewatching Gilmore Girls now, weβd have to get through all those episodes with that floppy-haired jerk and really, Jess is so much better,β he adds on seriously, and all you can do is laugh.Β
βHey, Dean is at least better than Logan,β you respond, and Jaemin lets out an actual groan.
βPlease donβt get me started on Loganβ¦can we instead get started on Harry Potter?β He asks again, waving the disc case around invitingly and causing you to laugh some more as you walk towards the couch.Β
βJust waiting on you,β you answer as you plop down on the couch, making Jaemin roll his eyes playfully before turning around to set everything up on the TV. As the familiar soundtrack fills the room, Jaemin places himself next to you like normal, handing you a blanket to make the cozy night-in complete.Β
Two hours later, as Jaemin got up to switch out the discs from The Sorcererβs Stone to The Chamber of Secrets, you got up for a bathroom break, and when the two of you sat back down, there was maybe an inch less space between you both than previously. Not much else changed. That is, until not even ten minutes into the second movie. You catch in your peripheral as Jaemin moves his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. You donβt think anything of it until that arm doesnβt come back down to his side, but instead wraps around the back of your shoulders.
βIs Haechan here?β You ask lightly, trying to talk over the sound of your breath hitching. Haechanβs room was closest to the bathroom, and you donβt remember any sign of life coming from nearby while you were in there, but nothing else explained this, because this was not normal between the two of you.Β
βNo,β Jaemin answers shortly, and all you can do is swallow hesitantly as you fight for words again.
βThen why is your arm around my shoulder?β You ask, trying to make it sound as though your words were a playful tease and not a desperate question.Β
Jaemin looks over at you with raised eyebrows and a playful smirk. βBecause what if he comes back?β He replies casually, and you try to roll your eyes in much the same manner, as though his arm around your shoulder wasnβt single-handedly making your heart rate spike. He was right, anyway - if Haechan came back, it would be weird for the two of you to be sitting any other way.
It was during Prisoner of Azkaban when Haechan inevitably walked into the apartment. Busy with locking the door behind him, he was caught off guard when locking eyes with the two of you as he turned back around. Though, all at once, his gaze softened as he looked between you, Jaemin, and the television. βHey guys,β he says warmly, and you mentally high-five yourself not only for the fact that you and Jaemin seemed to have truly won Haechan over, but also that you had won Haechan over; the main reason this bet was even made was because Haechan couldnβt stand whatever girl it was that Jaemin had over, but here he was, excited to see you cuddled into Jaemin on the couch, and that win was not lost on you.Β
βHey,β Jaemin replied with a smile. βWeβre watching Harry Potter if you want to join,β he continues, but Haechan shakes his head at the extended invite as he moves to grab something from the mess that was the kitchen counter.
βTempting, but- Iβm all good. Iβm about to head back out, actually. Mark and I are gonna hit a few bars and try to unwind from this bullshit week,β he says with a weak laugh. You and Jaemin flash your eyebrows in acknowledgement.Β
βLet me know if you need a ride back home. Weβll swing by to grab you and Mark, or- I will, at least, depending on what time it ends up being. Regardless, be safe. I enjoy having you as a roommate,β Jaemin says, his tone turning more playful with every word.Β
Haechan rolls his eyes with a smile. βYeah, yeah. I wonβt drink and drive. We all know Iβm smarter than that,β he says, but when he makes eye contact with you and Jaemin again, he meets your wide-eyed stares of doubt, causing him to shake his head with a more hearty laugh. βYou guys suck,β he says with a smile. βIβll keep you updated throughout the night. It was nice seeing you, y/n,β he continues seriously, beginning to fiddle with the front door lock on his exit.
βYou, too,β you reply genuinely, and with one more nod and wave goodbye, he was out the door. It wasnβt even five seconds later when Jaeminβs arm detaches itself from your shoulder, instead finding comfort at his side again. He didnβt pay any mind to it, his attention pinned solely on the movie. You do your best to not show any physical reaction to the absence of his touch, especially when you were the one giving him a hard time for it in the first place. Youβre almost shocked by how well Jaemin is able to turn it on and off, though you figure the real problem was how poorly you were able to do the same. Jaemin was just doing his part, exactly as he said he would.Β
Your heart had to stop looking for hidden meaning to every touch, every βangel,β because he was your best friend and crush, but you were his best friend and fake-girlfriend. Unbeknownst to you, Jaemin ran through the same spiel in reverse inside his own head, figuring if he kept his arm around you now with the promise of Haechan being gone, you would surely catch onto the fact that he craved your touch more than typical of best friends - which was exactly what you both were going back to at the start of the new year.
It was the first Tuesday after you and Jaemin agreed to ramp up your public dating facade, and you were already the center of attention as you walked into class at 11:00. You tell yourself no oneβs gaze locked onto you as you opened the door for class - that you were making it up; but at least some percent of that story was false, because as you sit in your chair and start pulling out your notebook for class, your name gets called from the seat diagonal to you. βY/n, rumor has it that you and Jaemin are actually dating,β this girl, Hana, says. You knew she was looking for a response, so you donβt give her one, instead focusing on your pen mindlessly rolling between your fingers.Β
βYou? With a guy like him?β She continues, adding more bite and disbelief to each word. You keep your gaze focused in front of you, jaw tightening as you try to hide more robust reactions. That is, until she continues. βYou canβt be that good in bed.β Your fist clenches as you whip your head towards her; furrowed, taunting eyebrows matching the fire in her eyes and the smirk on her lips, the rest of her friend group snickering behind her. You have the patience for none of it - you were not going to sit here and take this.
βActually,β you begin, your kind tone dripping in sarcasm. βI know this is something you donβt have experience with, so bear with me, but Jaemin genuinely likes me as a person and so I didnβt have to win him over with just my skills in bed. Yeah! He actually wants to hold my hand and tell me pretty things and Iβm just so sorry that he never had the desire to do any of that with the likes of you!β You give her one last look before shrugging a bit, even your fake smile completely ridden from your face. βActually, Iβm not sorry at all.β
Hana looks mortified, her friend group in the surrounding desks all watching the exchange now with wide eyes. You donβt even think any of them saw it coming when Hana got up from her seat and lunged towards you, swinging at your face. βYou bitch!β She yells at you, her fist making contact with the area around your eye. You wince slightly but you refused to give her the satisfaction of a bigger reaction - youβd leave that for when you were alone. You move your hand up to touch the area, making sure none of her rings caught your skin and drew blood, but when your fingers came back clean, you just move your gaze back to her in disinterest.
βAre you done now?β You ask monotonously. You catch her fist clench again in your peripheral and prepare yourself for another hit because seemingly none of the other students were concerned with stopping the exchange. However, your professor finally walks in before Hana can even get another word out, and instead sheβs told to take her seat as you swing back to face the front of the room in your own chair. The throbbing that half of your face was currently experiencing would have to wait an hour and twenty minutes to be addressed, you werenβt letting her win.
Thankfully, that was your last of two classes for the day, so you were able to head back to your dorm directly after. You throw your backpack down in the entryway and immediately head for your bathroom to assess the damages. βFuck,β you whisper under your breath. The hour and a half was enough time for a proper bruise to start forming, and it wasnβt necessarily the prettiest of black eyes. You move a hand up to touch the area again, this time just the light pressure already putting you in horrid pain. With a defeated groan, you leave the bathroom and dig through your freezer for an ice pack to hold up to the area instead.Β
Settling yourself down on the couch, you decide the last thing you need is for Jaemin to see you like this. With a sigh, you open your phone and pull up your texts with him. Hey, just a heads up, I donβt have a lot of time to hang this week or make it to friend group lunches. Β
Jaeminβs reply is almost instantaneous. Is everything okay?
You frown at the message. You hated lying to your best friend, but explaining what was up would defeat the whole purpose of saying you couldnβt hang out anyways. Yep! You reply instead, thankful when Jaemin didnβt press any further. Youβd give yourself a week to heal, and then you were sure makeup would be able to cover what little would be left of the bruising by then.
Those plans didnβt even last twenty-four hours. There was a knock on your door after classes on Wednesday and you figured it was your RA here to remind you not to leave your windows open while out at class with the chances of snow ever increasing. Though, when you lazily throw your door open, itβs your best friend on the other side. Your eyes go wide and you immediately move a hand up to cover the left half of your face where your black eye was still very much at its peak. βJaemin, what are you doing here?!β You ask in a rush, but he doesnβt match your demeanor at all.
Instead, he shrugs, a light smile painting his lips. βI missed you, angel-β He answers as he brings a hand up to your wrist and gently guides your own hand down away from your faceβ¦and thatβs when his energy completely flips, eyes going wide as he rushes to place a hand on your cheek and assess the damage himself. βOh my god, what happened to you?!β He asks in a panic. You shake your head adamantly, trying to move his hand away from your face as you reply with a serious bite.
βNothing, itβs fine,β you reply dismissively, and Jaeminβs eyebrows furrow as he scans your entire face.
βIs this why you said you couldnβt hang out?β He asks, almost mad if you had to put an emotion on it.
You shake your head, dropping your gaze to face the floor. βJaem, donβt worry about it-β You start indifferently, but he cuts you off with enough emotion for the both of you.Β
βWhat happened?β He questions again, this time his tone much firmer than any of his previous questions. His gaze bore into you, and you knew there wasnβt any getting out of this. You let out an annoyed sigh, shrugging like it was nothing as you go to reply.
βThis girl in my class found out we were dating, and apparently that pissed her off because she didnβt think I deserved you or I was taking her spot and all that. And I snapped back so she punched me,β you finally answer, and Jaeminβs body language immediately softens as he looks over you once more with a frown and wide eyes.
βY/nβ¦β You donβt want to deal with his sorry tone. Instead, you move to meet his gaze again as you shake your head, the frustrated tears in your eyes rather revealing themself in your fractured tone.
βPlease just sleep with her, Jaem. Tell her we broke up or something and then sleep with her. Or pretend youβre cheating on me with herβ¦sheβd love that, and no one would believe her if she said so, so we keep our cover,β you suggest in a rush, and Jaemin looks at you as though you just committed murder.
βNo. Absolutely not,β he replies instantly.
βJaem-β You start through a defeated exhale, but hearing you out was currently the last thing on Jaeminβs mind.
βIβm not fucking sleeping with someone who hurt you,β he states with force, and you donβt know why this is such a big deal to him, not when the solution was this simple.
βI would just rather have her satisfied and dealt with,β you respond hollowly, and Jaemin actually lets out a laugh.
βOh, Iβll be sure to deal with her, donβt worry.β His angry promise makes you sigh, and all you can do is respond in defeat.
βJaem-β You begin, and youβre not given any time to decide how you want to continue as he cuts you off. Passion still courses through Jaeminβs body as he shakes his head, taking a break from clenching his jaw to speak again.
βShe should know better than to lay a hand on my girl,β he argues, and now you absolutely know you need to get him to calm down.
βIβm not really your girl,β you state plainly, and if you werenβt already feeling deflated, you sure did now as you admitted that. Jaemin seems to react to your statement in much the same way, his features softening for a moment as he looked at you again, bringing a hand up to run through his hair in frustration; though this time, the frustration was aimed towards himself.Β
βI- I know. Iβm sorry, I never should have asked you to do this for me. I was so selfish, goddammit,β he rambles under his breath absentmindedly as he begins to pace back and forth. You shake your head softly, reaching out to catch Jaeminβs wrist and force his movements to still.
βItβs fine, handsome,β you state firmly, and you watch as a million emotions run over Jaeminβs face, him just sucking on his bottom lip in hesitation. The hand that was previously caught in your grip comes up to cup your cheek again, his thumb lightly grazing your bruise as he studies you with a sad look on his face.Β
βNo, angel,β he begins with a sigh. βItβs really not.βΒ
You falter under his soft gaze and sure words, shaking your head as you fumble for words of your own. βIt will be fine, then. Just let me lay low for a bit. I probably wonβt be at lunch on Fridayβ¦I donβt necessarily need your friends seeing me beat up like this,β you try and laugh off.
Jaemin looks at you quizzically. βThey wouldnβt-β He begins, but you cut him off with pleading eyes.
βJaem, please,β you counter, and he just nods his head solemnly.Β
βOkay.β He lets out a breath before darting his gaze around from you to the rest of the living area, locking eyes with your backpack and giving him a reason to stay in your presence for a bit longer. βCan we do homework together?β He asks, and you lightly sigh as you nod your head, guiding his hand down from your cheek so you could instead head towards the couch and set everything up on the coffee table for the two of you.Β
Your main distraction from homework came in the form of whatever was on the television. Jaeminβs main distraction came in the form of you; he could hardly finish one part of an assignment without turning his head to look over at you, chewing on his bottom lip as he studied you softly, then whipping his gaze back to his laptop before you could ever feel his eyes on you. It was the least productive he's ever been.
Friday was the next time you saw Jaemin, when he came over as per usual for your βdate nights.β However, with you missing the friend group lunch for the second time this week, he immediately greeted you with a related request. βHey, the guys miss you. They wanted to know if you were down for a movie night tomorrow,β he says casually as he closes the door behind him.Β
You turn to face him with a straight face. βJaem, my black eye isnβt going to be-β You watch as Jaemin rolls his lips inward and dodges your eye contact, and all you can do is let out a heavy sigh. βYou told them, didnβt you?β You ask instead, and Jaeminβs hidden lips reappear to form a weak donβt-be-mad grin. That is, until he meets your eyes again and lets out his own sigh, shrugging his shoulders as he resets his facial expression to something more casual again.
βThey wanted to know where you were,β he says in defense. You watch as the memory of lunch replays behind his eyes and he tilts his head slightly as he looks at you with an anticipatory cringe in how you were going to respond as he continues. ββ¦and now theyβre all pissed and want to be there to make you feel better, too,β he finishes with a dorky smile, as though his full set of teeth would fix everything. Unfortunately, he was right about that, and all you can manage is a huff of laughter as you shake your head.Β
βOh my. Sure, we can have a movie night,β you give in with a smile, and Jaemin lights up before pulling out his phone to text the group that the plans for tomorrow are a go. Then, your Friday night with Jaemin consisted of a large pizza, red wine, and board games.Β
That Saturday night, Jaemin came to pick you up and take you back to his apartment where the movie night was being held, insisting that Haechan could hold down fort as he came to pick you upβ¦and that no boyfriend would let his girlfriend drive herself over to his place when he had a perfectly good truck and an excuse to kiss you under the porch light before joining all the guys; you told him he was an idiot, but he met that with a kiss on your cheek, claiming that you were the idiot for not taking a free kiss under the porch light with the Na Jaeminβ¦a low blow considering the reason behind your bruising eye.Β
When you step inside his apartment, the rest of the guys silence mid-conversation, instead turning all of their attention to you. Their shoulders drop as your black eye comes into the light. Embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you turn into Jaeminβs chest, and he wraps his arms around you lightly with a warm laugh, kissing the top of your head before turning his attention to his friends. βIβm pretty sure you guys promised me you would be chill about this if she came over,β he states playfully, causing the rest of them to drop their heads with a small laugh of their own.
βOur fault for caring about her,β Jeno banters back, and all you can do is sigh and pull away from Jaeminβs chest, facing the rest of the group again. He was right, not about it being their fault, but for the fact that their frowns just meant they cared about you, and it wasnβt like you didnβt feel the same way towards them - youβd frown, too if one of them walked in battered and bruised.Β
You roll your eyes playfully with a mellow shake of your head. βItβs fine. Iβm fine,β you assure, turning your gaze to Jaemin before tossing your head side to side with a small smirk. βBesides, Iβd say Jaemβs worth a punch or two.β The guys in front of you laugh but Jaemin furrows his brows.
βOr two?β He echoes worriedly, making you turn to him again with a soft, sure gaze.Β
βOne,β you promise him and watch as a bit of relief washes over his figure, nodding his head as he takes it in.Β
βUm, you guys wanna watch Transformers?β Jisung speaks up awkwardly, shattering whatever tension you and Jaemin just created and instead making everyone chuckle.Β
Mark whips his head over to Jisung. βI thought we were watching Spider-Manβ¦?β He adds sulkily. Jisungβs jaw drops, because apparently he had been looking forward to a Transformers marathon nonstop since the plans were made; but Chenle cuts off any chance of a response from him, instead just shaking his head rapidly.
βIt doesnβt matter. Just choose anything before they take the pause in activity to make out,β he says as though he were horrified by the possibility, and Renjun lets out a sure laugh as he places a hand on Chenleβs shoulder.
βStill traumatized by the pda you asked for at that first lunch?β He asks, and Chenle looks at him with wide eyes.
βCan you blame me? So, theyβre in a relationshipβ¦thatβs great. Slightly cringe, but whatever. You know whatβs not cringe? Spider-Man.β
βThe Transformers!β Jisung corrects adamantly, getting everyone to laugh again.
βSure, the Transformers,β Chenle agrees automatically, and Haechan rolls his eyes with a soft smile as he moves to set up the TV.Β
The eight of you got situated before another beat could pass. Mark on the recliner, Chenle and Jisung on the small couch, and then you, Jaemin, Jeno, Haechan, and Renjun taking up the big couch in the middle of the room. You cuddled easily into Jaemin as he threw an arm around your shoulder, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on the side of your arm.Β
For the group of you typically being a mess of chaos when you were all together, the eight of you somehow all followed the same unspoken rules when it came to movie night. There was no talking and, surprisingly, no one distracted by their phone. However, the peace of the perfect movie night was broken maybe twenty minutes into the first movie, when a chill ran through your body and the resulting shiver didnβt go unnoticed. βDo you want a blanket, y/n?β Mark asks softly. All at once, the guys whipped their heads towards him, furrowed brows adding to their glares at his disruption. That is, until it registers for them what Mark just asked, and all their gazes soften as they draw their attention to you in wait for your answer, Haechan pausing the movie entirely.Β
You let out a laugh under your breath, shaking your head at Mark with a grateful smile. βNo, Iβm okay,β you say quickly, trying to get everyoneβs focus back on the movie because one shiver was not enough reason for concern. The guys all flash their eyebrows at your answer, immediately accepting it as they turn their attention back to the movie.Β
It isnβt long though before you shiver again, and while your attempt to cover it up was stellar, it wasnβt enough to get past the man holding you in his arms. Jaemin leans down so his lips are by your ear. βGo put on one of my hoodies,β he whispers slowly.
You shake your head minimally in response, eyes still trained on the Transformers. βIβm okay-β Your whispered words are cut off when the movie pauses, and you whip your head over to face Jaemin now, remote in hand and raised brows as he stares back at you seriously. A chorus of complaints erupt from the rest of the guys but Jaemin is only focused on you, and you canβt do anything but let out a light sigh. βAre you sure?β You ask, and Jaeminβs brows go from raised to furrowed.
βAm I sure? Of course Iβm sure. Youβre my girlfriend. Please go dig through my closet and wear my clothes,β he replies firmly, nodding his head now in the direction of his bedroom. You dodge any further eye contact with him as you instead slip out of his arms and towards his room. You donβt spend too much time in there, more than aware that they were all still waiting on you before unpausing the movie. You throw on the first hoodie you see, trying to ignore how much it smelled like him - how comforting it was to be wrapped in that scent.Β
You put on a straight face as you walk back out to the living room, though you begin to think it was unnecessary considering their reactions, or- Jaeminβs, at least. He immediately broke from the idle chatter he was having with Jeno as he instead locked his gaze on you, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. You fall shy under his gaze, looking around at the rest of the guys to see if you missed something before accepting the fact that it was just Jaemin who had the answers. βWhat?β You ask hesitantly, and it forces Jaemin to snap back to reality and collect himself.
He lets out something of a defeated laugh, shaking his head as he concludes his look up and down your body. βYou shouldβve been swimming in my hoodies for the past two months already,β he answers seriously, and suddenly your cheeks are on fire. You hide your face in your hands and the rest of the guys let fond grins paint their face at the interaction between the two of you. That was the first time it truly hit all of them that they were each about to lose $100 soon. Though it was hard for them to even be mad about it, because in everyoneβs eyes but your own, Jaemin was whipped, and that was all they ever wanted for their best friend.Β
The group got through three movies before everyone started fading, eyelids feeling heavier by the minute. Renjun was the one to turn the lamp on at the side table beside him, putting everyone on the same page as they all got up from their seats and started getting ready to leave. Chenle is the first to say his goodbyes and head for the door, but as he places his hand on the knob, he whips back around. βOh, wait!β He starts, louder than any of you were prepared for as you stare back at him in question. He shakes his head, the volume of his voice apparently even getting to him, but then he looks back at you all seriously. βIβm having my big New Yearβs Eve party again. Youβre all invited, obviously. I donβt know anyoneβs plans after finals week, so I figured Iβd just tell you now before weβre all in different places - if you wind up back at NCIT by December 31st, Iβd love to have you, and if you wind up back at NCIT even earlier than that, please please please please please-βΒ
βChenle,β you all cut him off in unison, and he gives an awkward laugh.
βPlease consider helping set up,β he says flusteredly. You all let out fond chuckles as you nod your head at the boy, and he lets a wide smile grace his features before finally opening the door and leaving with a soft βthank you.βΒ
Dropping you off at your dorm, Jaemin fumbles for words before you can even open the door back to your place, and you turn around to pin all your attention on him instead as he speaks up awkwardly. βUh- about Chenleβs partyβ¦β
βYes, Iβll go. We said that would be our last day together so we might as well beβ¦together,β you say, and Jaemin nods his head slowly.Β
βOkay; and for next weekendβ¦?β He leaves the question at that and thatβs when you realize you truly hadnβt given him much to plan with yet. You shake your head with a small laugh.Β
βWeβll leave Saturday morning for my parentsβ house. I have finals up until Friday anyways. The big dinner you have to be there for is Saturday night, so you can do whatever you would like with your break after that.βΒ
Jaemin processes the information with a distant expression before pulling it into a smile. βAlright, angel. Good luck with finals next week. Iβll be ready to go Saturday morning,β he says happily, and all you can do is match his smile.
βGood luck on your finals, too-β You start, but as you move to wrap him in one last hug, you catch sight of the hoodie covering your arms and jump back. βOh! Iβm still wearing your hoodie. Sorry-β You speak in a rush as you work to try and slip out of it, but Jaemin shakes his head.
βDonβt worry. Keep it,β he responds seriously, making you whip your head up at him and causing him to laugh. βIt would be really suspicious if I came back home with the hoodie that I just said you looked cute in, and Iβm not taking any chances with us so close to the three month mark now. Just donβt lose itβ¦itβs my favorite hoodie.βΒ
You let out a flustered laugh. βWell, are you sure you donβt want it back, then? Haechan is probably asleep already-β You reason as you start pulling one arm out of the hoodie again.Β
βJust keep it,β he cuts you off with a warm chuckle before continuing more somberly. βOur three months are almost up. Iβll get it back in no time.β If the words were bitter on his tongue, you didnβt notice. You were too preoccupied trying to neutralize your own emotions at the notion of this all ending soon.Β
Youβre scared your voice would betray you if you opened your mouth again to speak, so instead you just nod your head, finally wrapping him in that goodbye hug and then turning to let yourself into your dorm.Β
Finals week somehow went by in a flash, and youβre scared to add up how many hours of it you spent in Jaeminβs hoodie. Though, the atypical schedule meant that you didnβt really have to worry about that - you only ever ran into Jaemin on campus for friend group lunches, and those were canceled this week since half of you would be in the middle of finals during the usual span of time; so, Jaemin never had to find out that you were practically living in the very same hoodie you had tried so hard to give back originally.Β
Come Saturday morning, that hoodie was packed with all of your other clothes in your suitcase, currently in the trunk of your car as you drive over to pick Jaemin up before heading to your house. He places his luggage next to yours before opening the passenger door and sliding in. βHey, angel! Ready to pull all this off for your parents, too?β He asks with a devious smirk. You roll your eyes, trying to buy into the playfulness to forget about the dread filling your system at the idea of heading back home right now.
βReady as Iβll ever be. Thank you again for agreeing to this,β you say seriously, and Jaemin looks at you as though you were crazy.
βOf course Iβd agree to do this. Do you realize how much youβre doing for me?β He banters back, effectively getting you to laugh a bit as the tension in your shoulders drops. βBesides,β he continues more thoughtfully. βItβll be nice to see our hometown again.β His words are much more mellow this time, and you look over at him with a sad grimace before shifting into drive and actually getting out on the road.Β
As soon as Jaemin went to college, his family moved to Jeju Island, and for as often as the two of you talked about traveling there one day, it was much less exciting of an idea when it was already Jaeminβs home base and itβd just be you traveling to visit him. Even outside of that, you knew he missed the city - moving away from everything you know is only nice if itβs your choice, and moving to Jeju was definitely not his choice.Β
Itβs not like his relationship with his parents was impacted, though. He understood, and was very appreciative of the fact that they held out on the move until he graduated high school. Truly, if they were wanting to move, this was the time to do it. Heβd graduate college and get his own place wherever he wanted; itβs just that now his place to go back to was Jeju rather than Seoul.
On the other hand, your family stayed put in the same house from childhood, but your relationship had gone through rough waters since you started college; something not even Jaemin knew, and now you were wondering how oblivious you could keep him of your current home-situation.
The verdict was βnot very long.β As soon as the two of you walked in your front door, your parents seemed shocked to be laying eyes on Jaemin with you. You push past them and towards your bedroom to put your stuff down, sending just a meek βhiβ their way. Jaemin watched you disappear with ample confusion, but his face quickly straightened up into a smile as he greeted your parents with hugs and gratitude for having him over.Β
Your mom pulls back from the hug with a look of disbelief, shaking her head solemnly. βJaemin, itβs wonderful to see you. I apologize for not having a space set up for you to stay. To be honest, when y/n said she was bringing a guest home, the last thing we were expecting was for it to be a guy,β she laughs off, and Jaeminβs eyebrows immediately furrow. Your own muscles tighten as you move to close your bedroom door, deciding that was already enough for you to hear.Β
βWhy?β Jaemin asks in return, trying to match the laugh from your mom, though his was half-hearted at best.Β
Your mom shrugs it off like itβs nothing new. βWell, you know our y/nβ¦doesn't exactly have a lot going for her-βΒ
βY/nβs gorgeous, actually,β Jaemin cuts off with force, now taking a full step back from your mom and causing her hand to drop from where it was still at his forearm. βAnd sure, she has her guard up most of the time but that doesnβt change the fact that once sheβs comfortable enough to be herself, sheβs incredibly easy to love,β he continues, brows furrowed as he makes sure to get his point across.Β
Your mom passes her gaze from Jaemin to her husband, taking a moment to exchange strange smiles with him before turning back to Jaemin. βSorry, I seem to have offended you. I didnβt know you cared about my daughter that much.β She speaks every word as though sheβs only half serious, and all it does is frustrate Jaemin even more.Β
βOf course I care about her but thatβs not even the point. You shouldnβt be saying that about your child and you used to know that, cause you never said anything like that when we were growing up. So, I donβt know what changed but I can tell you it wasnβt the worth of your daughter.β Setting all your stuff down, you open your bedroom door enough to catch his last sentence and immediately let out a heavy sigh, knowing you had to go out there and do something.
βJaem?β You start, walking back out from the hallway. His face instantly changes from disgust to warmth as he snaps his head in your direction.
βYeah, angel?βΒ
You nod your head back towards where you just came from. βMy room is still the same one itβs always been. Since weβre apparently bunking together, if you want to go put your stuff in there so youβre not carrying it around throughout the house, you know where to go,β you say casually, trying to make it seem as though the sleeping arrangements were all you caught of his conversation with your mom.
Jaemin nods with a tight smile. βAlright, Iβll be back in a second,β he says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he passes you in his walk to your room and you take his place with your parents in the living room. You and your mom both watch as your dad looks between the two of you before immediately leaving to go outside, shaking his head as he does so and leaving just you, your mom, and the suffocating tension in the room.
You drop your head to face the floor and your mom is the first one to speak. βI didnβt know he liked you,β she says plainly, eyes darting towards the room Jaemin was currently in before landing on you again, your head now whipped up to face her with raised brows.
βDidnβt know he liked me or didnβt think I was capable of having him like me?β You ask in return, and your mom falters for a moment.
βY/nβ¦β She starts, but you shake your head.
βAm I good enough now? Is this enough for you? That I brought an attractive guy home who cares about me? Are you even the tiniest bit proud of me now?β The fire in your eyes soon matches that of your motherβs, her disproving gaze that you knew so well baring into you.
βY/n, thatβs not fair and you know that,β she counters, her voice raising with every word.
Your jaw drops as you look at her in disbelief. βWhatβs not fair is you judging me by the man I do or do not have to hold my hand at any given time.β Youβre thankful when the words come out firm; youβve never stood up to her like this, and when your mom studies you with intensity, itβs as though she doesnβt know the woman in front of her this time.Β
βWell,β she breathes out, bringing her gaze back to your own. βBeing with him has apparently given you some confidenceβ¦or a voice, at least.β Her tone borders between indifference and slight disgust, and all you can do is shake your head, unsure of how your relationship with your mom ever turned into this.
βI refuse to believe that you find an issue in the fact that he makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world,β you say in almost a plea for her to tell you itβs not true, but she never does; instead, itβs just Jaeminβs breath hitching in the hallway that he tries to cover up so you wouldnβt know he was listening. When neither you nor your mom turn your heads towards him, he realizes he was still under the radar. So, he prepares himself to walk back into the living room as though he just got done putting everything away in yours.
When he gets back by your side, he lightly kisses your temple, turning to face your mom as he sneaks a hand to rest on the small of your back; your mom stares at the physical contact and you think her eye actually twitches. Jaemin opens his mouth to start casual conversation back up but your mom cuts him off before he can even begin. βYour father and I are going out for the day. We will be back to cook dinner,β she states, and your eyebrows furrow immediately.
βYou havenβt seen Jaemin in years and youβre just gonna leave right when he gets here?β You ask in shock, and your mom glares back at you.
βDinner,β she replies sharply, and then sheβs out the door.Β
Jaeminβs hand on your back begins to rub lightly up and down, and as you turn to bury your face in his chest, he wraps you in a full hug. βIβm sorry,β you mumble out, and Jaemin shakes his head. With one hand, he lightly guides your chin up so that you make eye contact with him, a soft smile on his face as he looks down at you.Β
βNothing to be sorry for, angel. Itβs all okay. How about we just watch TV or something, go outside maybeβ¦whatβs gonna destress you?β He asks, his hand that was underneath your chin maneuvering to instead caress your cheek.Β
You shrug, doing your best to dodge eye contact as you reply. βAnything in your presence,β you say seriously, missing the way warmth just reached every corner of Jaeminβs being at your words.Β
βOkay,β he responds surely, and thatβs how you found yourself walking the streets of your hometown, hand-in-hand with Na Jaemin. You visited his old house, the old playground, anywhere you could before the cold air finally caught up to you and you had to retreat back inside for some hot chocolate and more Harry Potter from your last unfinished rewatch session.Β
Jaemin never brought up the obvious tension between you and your mom, something you were thankful for, but it also left you feeling guilty because you knew it was on his mind - the equation of where things went wrong between you and your mom after he left Seoul was continuously being worked out behind his eyes. When you explained this part of the fake-dating contract, he wasnβt expecting for your parents to actually be on your ass about not dating anyone, but stepping into this house was like a minefield, and any conversation around the topic turned into an explosion.
He wasnβt gonna make you talk about it though, you obviously werenβt ready to. Instead, he just wrapped his arms around you as best he could, making sure you and your cocoa were always kept warm throughout the duration of your latest movie marathon.Β
Surprising you, when it was finally dinnertime, the atmosphere was lighter by the tiniest bit. Your parents were engaging with Jaemin, at least, and the presence of other long-time family friends put you at ease, too, because you knew a big fiasco is the last thing your parents would allow to happen in front of others.Β
βAre you staying with us all of break?β Your mom asks as she puts her fork down and places all of her attention on Jaemin. He gives a sorry grin in return as he shakes his head.
βNo,β he begins, and your face immediately drops, forcing you to take another bite so itβs less noticeable. βI was thinking I would surprise my parents. I havenβt seen them since the summer, and I figure that means itβs time to fly out and see them again,β he continues with a light laugh. βThough, when y/n asked me to come back with her for this dinner, I- well,β he drags off, taking a moment to turn and face you at his side, a fond smirk on his lips before he turns his head back to face his lap before you can notice. βI realize Iβve gotten incredibly bad at saying βnoβ to her,β he finishes, his own light chuckle following his words.
Gazes soften all around the table as they listen to Jaemin, but you canβt bring your head up to look at him, sure the look in your eyes would give away how desperately you were wishing for those words to be real.
Your dad is the one to pick up the conversation again. βWell, weβll be sad to see you go so soon, but itβs sure been a pleasure having you fill our house again,β he says with a tight nod that Jaemin reflects back to him, slightly softer in his perfect Jaemin way.Β
That night, you and Jaemin went to bed before the rest of the adults did, but they had the advantage of alcohol to keep them occupied, and while that option was technically open to you and Jaemin, you both decided it would probably be best to stay under the label of βinnocent youthβ with your parents and family friends.
You walk back into your bedroom after washing your face and putting on pajamas to see Jaemin already laying down. You trace his outline underneath the covers and sigh when you realize how little room was left in your full size bed. You slip under the covers and begin to turn on your side so you could take up the smallest space possible, but Jaemin evidently has other plans as he reaches over and pulls you so that youβre laying against his chest. βWhat are you doing?β You ask, propping your head up on his chest as you stare at him in confusion.Β
He looks back at you as though there were no need for the question, his smirk playing lazily against his lips. βIf youβre going to end up on top of me anyways, Iβd rather just hold you there,β he replies, and all at once youβre vividly reminded of Halloween night. You donβt argue back, instead just rolling your eyes and resting your head back against his chest as you try to hide most of the blush on your cheeks.Β
Jaemin idly draws shapes on your back as he watches you fall asleep on him. He swallows awkwardly, remembering what your mother said about youβ¦what you said to your mother, and a kind of frustration fills his chest. He listens for any signal that you were still awake, and when he finds none, he presses the lightest kiss to the top of your head. βYouβre so beautiful, y/n,β he whispers. His mortification comes when he feels you tense under his hold.
βYou donβt have to pretend when itβs just us, you know,β you whisper back, and his heart breaks in his chest. His tone is firm as he replies, because if you were going to be awake to hear him say that, he might as well get his point across.Β
βSome stuff I never had to pretend for. Some stuff is just a fact.β
You let out a heavy sigh, flipping which way your head was facing on his chest before speaking softly. βGo to bed, Jaemin,β you say, and he doesnβt quite know what to do with the feeling of defeat that arose knowing you donβt believe him. He thinks about saying more but he figures now is not the time for itβ¦that in your friendship, it may not ever be the time for it. So, he lets out his own light sigh, his grip around you going slightly tighter as he gets to work on actually falling asleep.Β
The next day, all you really had time for was breakfast before you had to drive Jaemin to the airport. As you pull up to the curb for departures, Jaemin doesnβt even think twice before leaning over the center console to press a soft kiss to your cheek. βThank you for dropping me off,β he says sincerely amidst the rustling of him gathering his bags from various spaces of your car. You laugh as you open your own door, sliding around to the back of your car to pop the trunk and grab his suitcase.
βIβm coming inside with you, you know?β You tease lightly, missing the way Jaeminβs eyes soften at the care before he quickly vetoes your carrying of his luggage and rips his suitcase from your grip, causing you to laugh some more as you turn to face him now at your side. βBut, of course, it was no problem,β you say genuinely, stepping inside the airport with him and too quickly facing the security checkpoint where youβd finally have to split. βHave a safe flight,β you continue, and with each word heβs now taking a step further than you dare to. βTell your family I said βhi.ββΒ
Jaemin looks over his shoulder to smile back at you. βI will,β he promises firmly with a matching nod, and you throw a grin and final wave his way as he turns back to actually face where he was walking towards the entrance for security. As soon as youβre out of his line of sight, you allow your face to drop slightly alongside your gaze, letting out a light sigh at the feeling of him walking away from you. However, your attention is caught by the increasingly loud sound of heavy footsteps. You shift your gaze back in front of you to see Jaemin had changed his path and was instead heading straight for you again.Β
βJaemin-?β You question, but youβre cut off the second he gets close to you because he wastes no time in dropping his bags, cupping your cheek with his hand, and pressing a sure kiss to your lips. You melted right into it, something you would have to kick yourself for later, but at the present moment, all you could think about was his soft lips still lingering against yours.
βIβll see you in a week, okay?β He says in a near-whisper. His words werenβt so much a statement as they were a reassurance, like he needed you to know that all you had to bear without him was a single week, like he intended to never leave you again once he came back. All you can do is swallow awkwardly, nodding as you look up at him through your lashes.Β
βYeah.βΒ
Jaeminβs gaze roamed over your entire figure as best it could with the two of you still in close proximity. You wanted to press up on your tiptoes and kiss him again for the hell of it, or maybe for the comfort of it, but Jaemin is the one to take action first, simply running his thumb gently across your cheek with a small smile before immediately turning to grab his bags and actually make his way through the security checkpoint. All you can do is stand and watch helplessly as he walks away from you. Youβd see him in a week, sure, but then itβd be New Years before you knew it and all of this would slip right out of your handsβ¦it practically already had.Β
You were back at NCIT before Christmas, trading in family-time for time with Chenle, who was the only other one of your friends on campus for most of that duration. He tried to pretend that he needed to meet up with you to talk about plans for his New Yearβs Eve party, but most of it was just excuses to hang out when he got lonely. One by one, the guys all made their way back to NCIT, Jaemin being the last to do so, coming in on the evening flight December 26th.Β
You had brought Chenle with you to go pick him up, mainly because Chenle begged you to let him tag along. The two of you stood at the baggage claim for maybe fifteen minutes, Jaeminβs hoodie adorning your figure and providing you with comfort amidst Chenleβs constant nagging that you guys should have brought a sign saying that Jaemin was coming back from prison or something else more embarrassing.Β
The baggage claim carousel had already begun spinning for Jaeminβs flight, and eventually even Chenle stops talking to instead join you in a frown as the two of you search for Jaemin. The verdict was that he must have just been the last person off the plane, because around five minutes later, you catch sight of his figure. βThere he is- whatβs he doing?β You ask confused as you look at Jaemin speed in your direction.
βRunning towards you,β Chenle answers as if it were the most casual occurrence ever. He tosses his gaze over to you with raised eyebrows before continuing. βAnd I think you should probably start running towards him unless youβre prepared to catch his weight, cause Iβm pretty sure heβs ready to jump on you.βΒ
Your eyes go wide at his words as you shake your head. βGod, having a lunatic boyfriend is a lot of work,β you respond, feigning exhaustion. Chenle throws his arms up in defense.
βHey, you chose him, not me,β he quips, making you smile before realizing you really had to start on your run towards him, because of all the things you were prepared for, catching Jaeminβs weight was not one of them.
You take off from where you and Chenle were standing, running up and meeting Jaemin somewhere in the middle as he lets go of his carry-on and puts his arms out for you. βJaem!β You exclaim, jumping into his arms and wrapping around him like a koala.
βAngel!β He replies just as enthusiastically; hugging you tightly and spinning around once with the momentum.
βChenleβs here so you have to kiss me,β you whisper in a rush, cupping his cheek with your hand as Jaemin steadies himself again.
He lets out a genuine laugh, catching your gaze with the brightest of smiles in his eyes. βWell, I wasnβt gonna run all this way towards you for nothing,β he says surely. Then he presses his lips to yours, and the resulting warmth in your body shouldβve made the snow outside impossible.Β
Jaemin breaks away from you when he feels a tug on his shirt sleeve, and the two of you turn to make eye contact with Chenle. βYouβre being cringe now, can you please take me home?β He asks plainly, making you and Jaemin laugh as he puts you down on the solid ground again, slipping his hand in yours as the next best option. Then, after making sure Jaemin had all of his things, the three of you were on the road back to NCIT.Β Β
The next day, Jaemin and the guys went out for lunch, one you werenβt invited to because it was one you βcouldnβt know about.β Sitting around the table in a perfect reflection of the start of the semester, the guys around Jaemin all wore a mixture of looks on their faces, ranging from impressed to sulkyβ¦though that last one was only Chenle, who despite having the most money in the group, hated giving it out.Β
Mark is the one to finally address the reason they were all there. βWell, you did it. Iβm sure we donβt need to be the ones to tell you that youβve been dating y/n for three whole months now,β he says with a light laugh. Jaemin canβt bring himself to join in on the smiles and playfulness around the table.
βI canβt believe itβs been three months already,β he says hollowly, but both his tone and the distant look in his eyes go unnoticed by his friends, their tunnel vision on their childish bet covering over Jaeminβs anguish at winning.Β
βHereβs your $600,β Haechan says after having collected everyoneβs shares from around the table. βCan't wait to have a new PS5 in our apartment,β he quips, but Jaemin whips his head up at him, grabbing the $600 from his hands defensively.Β
βIβm not spending it on a PS5β¦β He begins, dragging off as the fire dies from his tone and he returns to a contemplative state of being. βIβm gonna buy y/n something nice.β
Gasps are heard from quite literally everyone else at the table, all of them looking at Jaemin with wide eyes. βReally?β Jeno asks in disbelief, and Jaemin makes passing eye contact with all of his friends, giving them all odd looks for being so caught off guard.
βYes, really. Sheβs the best thing to ever happen to me, and I donβt know how to give her the world, but I can at least get her the best that $600 will buy,β he explains surely, and the rest of the guys all exchange glances with each other before turning back to him, Renjun being the one to take a jab this time through a hesitant laugh.
βAre we still talking to Na Jaemin?β He asks, making the rest of the guys laugh as well. Jaemin just lets out a sigh, finally able to find a bit of humor as well as he shakes his head, tucking the money away and turning the afternoon into a regular lunch hang out.Β
Two days later, you get a call from Jaemin sometime after dinner.
βAngel?β He says softly once you pick up, his tone making you smile on the other end.
βYeah, handsome?β You respond warmly.Β
βWanna go on a drive?β Jaemin asks, giving away no hints as to his current state of emotions, and your eyebrows furrow as you pry more.
βNo destination?β You ask, and Jaemin shakes his head, not that you were able to see it anyways. His response is sharp.
βNo.β
βEverything okay?β You question, the warmth in your tone turning into concern.
βYeah,β Jaemin responds immediately. You let a beat pass in silence and itβs enough for Jaemin to want to fill it again on his own. βJust want some more time with you,β he explains shyly, and you let out a small breath of laughter as you oblige.Β
βLet me get my shoes on.β
βIβll be there to pick you up in five,β he replies firmly before immediately hanging up.Β
True to his word, it only took five minutes before youβre opening the door to Jaemin. βHey,β he says as soon as you make eye contact, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek.
βHey,β you reply, your face hurting as you try not to smile too widely at his actions. Jaemin wouldnβt have noticed if you did, though, because he immediately turns to face the floor sheepishly.Β
βSorry if you were in the middle of something,β he finally says, making you furrow your brows at him - this wasnβt a Jaemin you were used to.
βNothing that couldnβt wait,β you assure him before prying some more. βWhatβs up?β
Jaemin pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he shakes his head hesitantly. βNothing. Itβs just our last few days together. Figured we could hang out before you go off and get an actual boyfriend and I-β You watch as he fumbles for words, eventually giving up with a shrug as he finally makes eye contact with you again. βGo back to doing whatever it is I do.β
His answer doesnβt relieve you of any worry, and you move a hand up to cup his cheek as you tilt your head in study of him. βAre you sure youβre okay?βΒ
Jaemin nods his head slightly against your hand, a fond smile at your touch replacing the distant expression he previously held. βThereβs just a lot on my mind. Nothing for you to worry about. Just wanted to hang out with you and kind of escape it all for a bit,β he explains casually, eventually bringing both hands up to guide your own back down from his face, idly playing with your fingers as he asks his next question. βDo you still like cloud watching?β
βYou know I do,β you reply with a laugh, and Jaemin finally bares his teeth as he smiles back at you. He checks to make sure you actually did put your shoes on already before switching his grip so that he was just holding your hand as he walked the two of you to his truck.
You ended up at one of those nature parks, where the fields are preserved for fields-sake rather than playgrounds. The two of you got out and made your way around to the tailgate of his truck and you register that he already had blankets and pillows in the back, completely reminiscent of high school.Β
You both sat in silence for a while, staring up at the sky and giving yourselves a chance to be at peace, at least somewhere away from the false sense of urgency that always seemed to be around. Eventually, you move your gaze from the clouds above to where your arms were wrapped around your knees, debating with yourself before finally breaking the silence.
βJaem?β You call softly, and he turns all of his attention towards you.
βYeah, angel?β He replies in much the same manner. You dart your tongue out to lick your lips, anything you could do to prolong your question - which you were currently thinking shouldβve lost in your inner debate.
You finally let out a sigh, still focused in front of you as you talk. βYou know youβre much more than the image youβve picked up around campus, right?βΒ
Jaeminβs face immediately whips back to the front so there would be no chance of making eye contact with you. βUmβ¦β He begins, but that was the only word he could come up with before forfeiting with an awkward swallow. You know that means itβs up to you to continue.
βI know that day I first met your friend group, you had to make up a ton of stuff on how we got together and everything, but I donβt know if you were necessarily lying when you were talking about how I deserve better than getting tied into your fuckboy image. I just- wanna make sure you know, in case that has ever been your thought process for anyone youβve had a crush on, that thereβs so many more sides to you than that. An image is an image, okay? Donβt let it get to you.β Your courage is built with every word and you finally turn to face Jaemin as you continue softly, surely. βThey donβt know you like I do.β
Jaeminβs lips part with a heavy exhale before he rolls them inwards in hesitation. βDo you mean it?β He finally asks, and thereβs just a trace of sadness riddling his voice.
βOf course I do,β you say firmly, and Jaemin takes in your answer with a slow nod.
βItβs been hard. I-β He grimaces before letting out an awkward laugh. βOh, this is kind of weird to talk about with you,β he continues, making you laugh, too as the atmosphere lightens.
βWhatever,β you say, rolling your eyes playfully. βItβs me.β
Surprisingly, that seemed to do it, because the tension in Jaeminβs shoulders falls as he lets out a light sigh and finally finds his words for what seemed to be the first time that night. βI used to not care. If they wanted to label me as a fuckboy, that was fine. Truthfully, if I was getting my dick wet, I was good-β He cuts himself off at the sound of a slightly louder exhale than normal from you, and he whips his head your way with a pout. βDonβt laugh, Iβm being vulnerable.β
You stare back at him with a fond smile on your face and raised brows. βIβm not laughing,β you assure, and Jaemin turns to face his knees again as he accepts your denial of the claim without a fight. Then he starts back up with his explanation, his tone heavy and contemplative.
βLately though, Iβve just been thinking I want so much more out of life. But, I spent so long under the fuckboy label I didnβt know if I would ever be able to break free from it, if I could ever be more.β
Your gaze on him softens but your eyebrows furrow; there was something so weird about knowing heβs never viewed himself in the way you do. βNa Jaemin, youβve always been more,β you respond firmly. The lightest of exhales escapes as laughter from Jaemin, and he lets a weak smile play at his lips before responding.Β
βAnd youβve always felt like homeβ¦β He says, matching your tone as he finally turns to look at you again. βThatβs another thing I wasnβt lying about that day.βΒ
You immediately dodge eye contact, knowing itβd reveal to him in milliseconds your real emotions towards all of thisβ¦towards him. Probably against your better judgement as well, you lean into him at your side, resting your head against his shoulder. βFor what itβs worth, Iβve had a nice three months with you,β you say, your own weak grin making an appearance.
βYeah,β he agrees, wrapping his arm around you casually. βIt hasnβt been too bad, has it?β
There it was, the reason you needed to snap out of it, because for Jaemin, it just wasnβt βtoo bad,β and meanwhile youβve been over the moon these past three months. Youβd come to your senses eventually - remember that βbreaking upβ was the plan all along, that the last thing Jaemin wanted was to be in an actual relationship, and that you were going to have to be as okay with that as ever. However, for now, you figured youβd just lean into him a bit more while you still can.Β
The next day saw all eight of you at Chenleβs place, helping him decorate and prepare for the big party, and then it was New Yearβs Eve. Only you and Jaemin knew that it was your last night together before the βbreak up;β and neither of you knew that the other didnβt want it to ever end, meaning when you placed Jaeminβs hoodie in his backseat as a way to return it before the party, you didnβt know the idea of giving it back nauseated him possibly more than it did you. As such, the air was tense and awkward between the two of you, trying to keep hidden how devastated you knew you were going to be at the end of the night, and too dumb to realize the best thing you could do is talk about it.Β
Hand-in-hand with Jaemin, the two of you join the rest of your friend group, already standing around in a circle somewhere on the outskirts of the set up dance floor. They greet the two of you with bright smiles, none of them plagued with the knowledge that their favorite relationship was ending tonight. However, with the eight of you chatting about anything imaginable, the night became incredibly casual, despite the overwhelming amount of people flooding in around you all.
Eventually, the group divides up, deciding a range of different activities sounded best for the time being. You ended up with Chenle and Jisung, the three of you indulging in the indoor sβmores kit that was set up. Jaemin never moved from where the big group of you originally were. Instead, he let the crowd all pass around him as he stayed focused on you, gaze aimed in your direction with a fond smile as he watched you interact with his friends.
The only thing to break him from his staring is when Mark taps him on the shoulder and hands him a cup of water. βMan, I hope you know youβve turned into a completely different person,β he says as he does so, making Jaemin furrow his brows in question; though Mark shakes his head as though it were no big thing. βYou got this glow about you that scares me, and the look in your eyes when youβre staring at herβ¦I didnβt think Iβd ever see that from you - you know, being so against relationships and everything,β he ends with a light laugh.
Jaemin drops his head, his own laugh escaping his lips. βItβs just what happens when youβve found your person, I guess,β he replies seriously. βI mean, to me?β He begins, finally looking up at Mark in sincerity before throwing his gaze your way. βFor her?β He shakes his head, his smile turning into a dumb grin on his face as he finally admits to whatβs been on his mind for three months. βEverythingβs worth it. All the risk, all the effort, Iβd do anything for her.β He looks your way once more before his gaze turns distant and he lets a grimace slip across his features. βIt just took being with her to make me realizeβ¦I want to believe in love,β he finally says, meeting Markβs eyes once again.Β
Markβs smile was painted widely across his face, though he stared at his best friend in something like disbelief. βWant to believe it? Jaemin, youβre in it,β he says firmly, and Jaemin immediately lets his gaze fall to his feet as he lets out a heavy sigh.
βItβs less scary than I thought itβd be,β he finally says, and Markβs smile turns fond as he gets a glimpse at how his best friend operates. He puts on his best voice of comfort as he replies.
βYou said it yourself, itβs what happens when youβve found your person. You should tell her,β he says, tossing his head in your direction casually, but Jaeminβs muscles tense up.
βNo, I canβt,β he says in a rush, and Mark lets out a laugh.
βFrom the one who says he isnβt scared,β he teases, but Jaemin shakes his head - it wasnβt that.
βI- itβs a weird situation,β he says, letting out a huff with his bad explanation. βI canβt tell her. Not tonight, anywaysβ¦she wonβt want to hear that from me,β he concludes, dragging off miserably. Markβs face completely flips as he stares at Jaemin quizzically.Β
βBut- she looks at you the same way, you know?β He says surely, but Jaemin shakes his head again.
βNo, thatβs just how she looks at me. Even when we were in high school.β He takes a moment to pause, tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips before continuing with conviction. βNo, she doesnβt love me. Not like this,β he says, and then heβs walking away, leaving a very confused Mark standing there with parted lips.
β...I thought sheβs liked you since high school,β he says under his breath now that he knew there was no way Jaemin would hear anyways. He looks between you and Jaemin before shaking his head - the last thing he needed on New Yearβs Eve was to engage in overthinking.
You had just broken away from where you were talking with Chenle and Jisung to instead make your way over to the punch table. Grabbing yourself a glass, when arms wrap around you in a hug from behind, you know the only person it could be. βHey, handsome,β you say with a smile, turning your head to the side to try and lay eyes on him.
βHi, angel,β Jaemin replies, taking the opportunity to place a small kiss on your cheek before continuing. βAre we kissing at midnight or are we ending things before then? Iβm not sure if you want to start the new year with me or not.β His tone borders on defeat, and you turn around in his arms to stare at him with raised eyebrows and a playful smirk.
βIβll be your new year's kiss if youβll be mine,β you reply, and Jaemin lets out a small chuckle. βBesides,β you continue more seriously. βEnding this doesnβt mean you arenβt still my best friend. Youβll be a part of my new year no matter what. We can kiss and just pretend that was our way to say βbyeβ to dating, cause you know, I guess it will be.β For a moment that you always knew was coming, admitting its near occurrence now felt like you just had the wind knocked out of you. Jaemin just stares down at you with a wide grin, nodding his head along to your words in approval.Β
βAlright best friend, then Iβll make sure to find you again before midnight,β he replies, the entire thing making you swallow awkwardly as you nod your head back at him slightly.
βYeahβ¦β You respond in something like a whisper, and with one light kiss on your forehead, Jaemin vanishes again into the crowd.Β
The rest of the New Years party was a blast, no doubt, but the knowledge of what was coming, or more so ending, plagued your thoughts and eventually you just needed to slip away from the rest of the noise. You ended up on the balcony attached to some random bedroom, the cool air something of a relief for your current state.
The only pull back into reality was when the ever-present loudness turned into synchronized cheers, and you catch as the entire party starts counting down from fifteen seconds. You whip around to start on your rushed journey back inside, realizing you never told Jaemin where you would be; but as you turn, you make eye contact with him, just stepping onto the balcony himself, an easy smile crossing his features. βNo need to rush. I told you Iβd find you before midnight,β he says with a light laugh, and you drop your head with a small exhale as your own form of laughter. βReady to say βbyeβ to all this pretending?β He asks, stepping up to where he was directly in front of you.
No. βYep,β you respond with the best fake smile you could. You already made it this far with no problems, you refused to let it slip that your heart was fully in this right when it was about to end.Β
Jaemin matched your smile, and as the crowdβs counting reached the β3, 2, 1,β his hand came up to find its favorite spot at your cheek again. Then he leaned in and kissed you right as the party erupted with cheers of βHappy New Year.βΒ
Your hands gripped tightly at his shirt, keeping you steady and keeping him close to you; though he wasnβt necessarily going anywhere with one hand cupping your cheek and the other placed firmly on your waist. Unlike any of your other kisses, this oneβ¦lingered. The two of you kept steady pace with each other, you gently sucking on his bottom lip and figuring for as long as heβd let this go on, you would take it for all it was worth, trying to pretend you could ever kiss him enough for a lifetime.Β
When you think heβs breaking away, youβre instead met with the feeling of his tongue running across your top lip, asking for permission - permission all too easily granted by you as you open your mouth to let him explore. Your New Year's kiss turned into a greedy make out session, which was probably the last thing you were expecting, but you couldnβt take the time to question it because you were too busy drowning in his taste. You loved the taste of Jaemin on your tongue, and his own soft moan - which he tried so desperately to cover up but that you still very much heard, let you know he was currently feeling the same way; and youβd mark that down as a tiny win in the midst of the huge loss you were about to incur.Β
Against your better judgement, you finally break away when you truly couldnβt breathe anymore, and Jaemin rests his forehead against yours. The air was just filled with the sound of panting as the two of you tried to catch your breaths. You swallow awkwardly once you do, taking a small step back as you process what just happened, Jaeminβs hand running down your body until you were no longer in reach. βYouβre awfully good at βgoodbye,ββ you say in between breaths.
Jaemin immediately dodges your gaze, facing somewhere off to the side as his adam's apple bobs up and down. βIβve had a lot of practice,β he responds quietly, to the point where you were practically just reading his lips, and then heβs gone, leaving you alone on the balcony to deal with your flooding emotions on your ownβ¦not that you could do so in his presence anyways.Β
You hated that it hurt this much - that a goodbye you knew was coming still seemed to blindside you. You had allowed your heart to indulge in his every romantic gesture, and while on the surface you knew they meant nothing, you held onto hope in some deep dark corner of your heart that maybe it wasnβt all just pretend; and yet here you were, grouped in with the vast category of girls heβs said βgoodbyeβ to in the way he knew all too well. You were his best friend but you were no one special, and you didnβt expect the resurgence of a fact that you already knew to affect you as much as it did - to make it feel as though you had been hollowed out, bones chilled from the empty space your soul used to occupy.Β
You and Jaemin werenβt in contact the entire first day of the new year, though you couldnβt complain because talking to him right away was not something you figured your heart could handle. Instead, you went to work out at the gym and run errands and all those other things people do when theyβre single and making a point to say theyβre okay with that. To be fair, it kind of worked. Not that you were okay with whatever you and Jaemin had gotten yourselves into coming to an end, but that day of productivity and endorphin-inducing activity helped you ground yourself - these past three months were you helping out your best friend, that was all it was ever supposed to be.Β
The next day was far less productive, but you were still functioning like normal. The only disruption from your typical daily routine came with a phone call from Haechan. As soon as you pick up, he starts speaking.
βWhy did you go and break Jaeminβs heart all of the sudden?β He asks angrily.
You furrow your brows, though it wasnβt like he could see it anyways. βWhat do you mean? The breakup was mutual,β you counter in confusion, and Haechan lets out an actual βHAβ in disbelief before he replies with animosity.
βI need to know what the hell your definition of βmutualβ is because Jaemin hasnβt stopped crying for the past twenty-four hours.βΒ
You think heβs kidding, like this is one last stupid test of whether your relationship ever added up - but you shake the idea away, he already got the money, it was a week past three months, there wasnβt anything for you to mess up now, the story youβve been telling would work as it always had. βCrying? What? We both agreed we worked better as friends,β you reply instantly, confusion adequately painting your voice.Β
Haechan cannot believe his ears, and he makes sure to let you know so. For as much as you were confused, he didnβt understand why you were acting this way, ten fold. βNo, I donβt believe you at all now. He wouldnβt agree on that. I donβt know how Jaemin talked to you, but he talked about you as though heβs never held anyoneβs hand before until he held yours. Y/n, it was like you were the one to put every star in his night sky, I swear thereβs no way this breakup was mutual.β Your whole world stops and you go speechless on the other end. Haechan was being dead serious, or else he wouldnβt be angry, he wouldnβt be pushing the subject. His words turn over and over again in your head. Jaemin talked about you, evidently when you werenβt around. You were fake-dating and yet Jaemin went out of his way to speak of you fondly to his friends. Jaemin, who never saw the point of getting romantically attached like that, doing more than what was needed in expressing his feelings about you. You push down the feeling of nausea and instead let out a deep sigh.
βIβll be over in five minutes,β you say quietly, and then you hang up the phone before ever getting a reply from Haechan.
You race over to their apartment, and before you could even knock, Haechan is swinging the door open for you. The two of you make eye contact and about a million emotions pass between you, but it was easiest to pick up on the uncertainty. Haechan opens his mouth as if heβs about to bombard you with questions, or maybe yell at you againβ¦you werenβt sure, but instead he just lets out a breath, nodding his head back in the direction of Jaeminβs room with a soft, βin there.βΒ
You throw a thankful smile his way, not that you were necessarily guessing at where Jaemin could be, but you were very grateful he was letting you off so easily. Even by looking at Haechan, you could tell Jaemin had truly been crying for the past twenty-four hoursβ¦Haechan looked exhausted.Β
You lightly tap on the door of Jaeminβs room before entering, breath hitching as you lay eyes on his figure, curled up in a ball and clad in his favorite hoodie that you had given back - the hoodie he now knew you had lived in for the past few weeks because he already caught your own scent on it. Tears raced down his face, and he immediately turned away from you to hide them as he squeaked out choked words.
βPlease go away,β he says, and reality hits you all at once. It wasnβt like you thought Haechan was lying, but now you truly had to face the fact that you were the cause of Jaeminβs tears; he wanted you to go away.Β
βJaemin, Iβm not going anywhere,β you say softly, shaking your head to emphasize the point. Though, as you do so, your gaze catches onto a gift bag on his dresser, a label with your name written on it in his stupid perfect handwriting.Β
You walk up to it, swallowing hesitantly as you turn your attention from the bag to Jaemin and back again. βWhat is this?β You finally ask. Jaemin shoots his gaze your way, not having previously realized what had caught your intrigue.
βPlease donβt-β He rushes to say, but in the pause, you had already pulled out a diamond necklace, holding it gently between your shaking hands. You shake your head, eyes wide and jaw dropped as youβre unable to form a coherent thought. You turn back around to face him, your gaze darting every which way because youβre not sure you can confidently hold eye contact with him.
βJaemin, what-? Why is this in a gift bag labeled for me-? When did you-?β
He cuts you off, visibly annoyed. βItβs what I used the bet money on. Now please go away,β he demands more firmly, but you wouldnβt be able to follow through on it even if you wanted to, because as you process his words, you lose the ability to move.Β
βYou spent the $600 on this?β You ask in disbelief, turning your attention fully towards him to try and find any cue that he was lying. βOn me?βΒ
Jaemin turns his head to the side, and you watch as his adamβs apple bobs up and down with an awkward swallow. When he finally answers, his voice has lost its tension, his words instead coming out as though he were ashamed. β$700,β he corrects. βI didnβt want it to feel like I was just gifting you something from the guys.β
You think youβve gone crazy, or maybe Jaemin has, but all you can do is stare at him in disbelief. βI-β
He quickly finds his fire again, apparently having had enough embarrassment for a lifetime in those few seconds. βPlease leave,β he spits out. He dares look up to make eye contact with you before immediately regretting his decision and staring back down at his bed again, wiping more stray tears from his eyes as he fumbles out his next words. βYou can take the necklace if you want but just- please leave.β
βJaem-β You say softly before he can cut you off.
βWhat?!β He quips, though when he shoots his gaze back to you in irritation, he realizes youβre no longer standing at his dresser, but sitting at the edge of his bed with him. Your fingers barren of the necklace, you instead occupy one hand by placing it on top of his own.
βYou couldβve told me you fell for me, too,β you say seriously, and Jaemin stops breathing for a moment as he looks up at you with wide teary eyes.
βToo?β He echoes weakly, and all you can do is give a tight smile, moving a hand up to wipe under his eyes as you try to hold back your own tears.
βI refuse to believe I played off my huge crush on you since high school that well.β You reply with a hoarse laugh.
Jaemin finally recovers his ability to breathe as he lets out a heavy exhale. βYou like me?β He asks through tears, and you finally break, having to wipe your own stupid tears off your face before nodding at him with an embarrassed smile.
βI always have. Why do you think I made all those stupid rules to try and make sure we acted like a couple as little as possible?β A bittersweet laugh gets caught in your throat as you think back on it. βIf I had to listen to you call me cute names all the time, I wouldnβt have survived knowing it was eventually going to end,β you continue seriously.
Jaeminβs finally able to let out a bashful smile and sorry laugh. β...I called you cute names all the time anyways.β
You nod your head with a fond smile. βI know.β
βI couldnβt help it,β he explains as more tears rush down his face, though this time, theyβre at least sliding down next to an embarrassed grin.Β
You look at him with playful raised eyebrows. βJust like how you couldnβt help it when you kissed me every time you saw me? Or looked over at me super fondly?β
Jaemin softens as his eyes trace over your figure, the distant look in his gaze letting you know his mind was rather preoccupied with reliving the past three months. βExactly like that,β he says lowly, and you let out a breath, forcing your gaze away from Jaemin as you instead focus on the way your fingers were idly fidgeting with each other.
βGod, Jaem. Iβm sorry. I shouldβve realized-β You speak apologetically but Jaemin cuts you off again.
βNo, I shouldβve communicated. Wellβ¦β He lets another soft laugh leave his system, the tears finally drying on his face as he works towards fully collecting himself. βI shouldβve communicated when you knew I was serious.β
You smile at his words, shaking your head again as you relive every moment of the fake relationship. βI didnβt even know you had time to catch feelings for me,β you begin with something like wonder in your tone. βI mean- werenβt you still hooking up with-β
When Jaemin cuts you off this time, itβs with the most flustered of cheeks and the weakest of laughs. βUm, about thatβ¦the very first girl I hooked up with after we added that rule-β He shakes his head with a small smile as he corrects himself. βWell, I say thatβ¦she was also the last girl I hooked up with.β Your eyebrows furrow slightly as you process the information, but Jaemin doesnβt give you much time to do so before throwing in another wrench. βI uh- accidentally moaned your name.β
Your head whips in his direction, your wide eyes straining against your dropped jaw. βJaemin! You did not!β
βWhy would I make that up?!β He quips back with a hearty laugh. You move a hand over your gaping mouth, unsure at what exactly you were supposed to do with this news. You shake your head in disbelief.
βOh my god, what did she do?β You ask, curiosity dripping from your voice. Jaemin bites on the inside of his cheek before giving in again with a light sigh.
βWell, we immediately stopped because we were both mortified, I think. She said something about how I obviously had to go figure some things out, to which I agreed, but for different reasons than she thoughtβ¦β He drags off a bit but instead just shakes his head and goes in a different direction. βI practically begged her not to say anything about it, but she laughed and said I was crazy if I thought she was going to tell that story and humiliate herself,β he finishes with a small chuckle, and you just stare at him with no less shock than before.
βI canβt believe this,β you manage to get out playfully.Β
Jaemin flashes his eyebrows in acknowledgement before his eyes light up and he rushes through more words. βOh! The best part is, a week or so later, she saw us holding hands in public and texted me saying that sheβs rooting for us,β he recalls with a shiteating grin.Β
βStop!β You get out, the idea of it damn near killing you. Though, before you can end up dying of laughter with Jaemin, another piece of information fits itself into the puzzle and you come back to your senses in seriousness.
βWait wait wait,β you begin, focusing your gaze fully on Jaemin again. βSo, youβve been celibate for likeβ¦three months now?β You ask in shock. Jaemin isnβt even the tiniest bit regretful as he responds with a shrug, his sincere gaze meeting your own.
βI only wanted you. Wasnβt going to waste mine or anyone elseβs time pretending any different.β
Your gaze softens immediately as a fond smile plays against your features. βJaemβ¦β You arenβt necessarily sure where you were going from there, but Jaemin picks it up anyways with a small shake of his head; his own weak smile making an appearance again as he recounts those first few moments.
βYou kissed me that first day and I assumed I was fucked,β he explains casually. βEverything felt like it changed, and not because it was affection but because it was you.β His cheeks puff out again with a bigger grin as he continues. βThen I had that slip up and I knew I was fucked. Couldnβt get you out of my head for even a moment. It was starting to drive me crazy how much I wanted to make you happy.β
His eyes meet yours again as he finishes, and you search them for answers you knew you would have to ask for. βA good crazy?β You question hesitantly, but Jaemin is quick to shut down any worries.
βThe best,β he assures, moving his hands so that he could interlace them with yours. He moves his gaze from your physical contact back up to your face before continuing seriously. βI love you, y/n.βΒ
You swallow hard, trying to not let any more tears run down your face, albeit happy tears werenβt so bad. You squeeze his hands in yours as you nod your head. βI love you, too.β
βCan we date for real?β He immediately asks, his wide pleading eyes making you chuckle.
βItβs been βfor realβ for a while now,β you say warmly, but Jaemin shakes his head, not having it.Β
βYeah, but weβre currently broken up if you donβt remember. The entire reason youβre over here is because I couldnβt stop bawling my eyes outβ¦which was the worst feeling in the world, by the way,β he banters back with a weak laugh. You let a grimace cross your face before pulling it into a fond smile.Β
βYeah, donβt worry. Iβll never break up with you again,β you assure him softly. Jaemin doesnβt hide his wide smile as he shifts himself so he can easily lean in and kiss you softly, resting his forehead against your own as he pulls back to smile against your lips.
maybe you should've deleted that stupid girlfriend rental website you made years ago. and maybe you should've ignored park jisung's very desperate request to pay for a fake girlfriend. but hey, it's easy money, not like you'll fall in love with him or anything... right?
basically, even though the rent-a-girlfriend site isn't actually in service... who would say no to $40 an hour and free dates with park jisung?
fuckboy!jisung x fem!reader
genre : humor , strangers to lover , fake dating , college au , fluff fluff fluff(jisungs a fuckboy but he's still a dork) , oblivious jisung and y/n , miscommunication trope most likely, crack alternate storyline of cryptic crush
warnings : sex jokes , death jokes , mean insults and comments , jisung a lil freak , should probably read cryptic crush before this one if u haven't (i will be making inside jokes)
notes : im weak for fake dating aus. i'm playing it cool and i'm just gonna let this one flow. i like to focus on the comedic points of my smaus so this one will be no different, but i kinda want like a longing pining type of feel once they start liking each other yk... is it fake dating without secretly crushing on each other? gonna take it slow and see how the plot develops
playlist : kiss me , sixpence none the richer | linger , the cranberries | heaven knows im miserable now , the smiths | valentine , laufey | bad habit , steve lacy | n side , steve lacy | lovers rock , tv girl | glue song , beabadoobee
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summary: for as long as you can remember, your summers have been much the same, largely spent in your hometown, relaxing by the local pool. when you get back home this summer, things seem like they'll go the same way, until you get to the pool that is β when did the lifeguard get so hot?
genres: smut, fluff, people that kinda know each other to lovers, summer au, lifeguard au..
warnings: minors dni, MENTIONS OF UNIVERSITY DURING SUMMER, sunghoon in water, sunghoon on ice, sunghoon
word count: 31,818 .. even more sorry than last time.
playlist: kiss nct dojaejung, obvious ariana grande, safety net ariana grande
author's note: lmk ur thoughts (positive / negative / sunghoon) i'd love to hear. to beta bestie @asahicore u da best MUSIC DJ EMMAAA. i hope u have a good time reading, lord knows this has been a long time coming.. ok enjoy <;333
Itβs the hottest day of the last summer of your life.Β
The sunβs rays coat your skin in a film of sticky sweat and sunscreen. Crisp white clouds hang in the sky, drifting overhead. Yunjin complains about the temperature as if you and Chaewon arenβt outside with her.
If you strain your ears over yelling children and raucous laughter, you can just about hear a Top 40 playlist looping Cupid and Dua Lipa songs through age-weakened speakers. What holds your attention the most, though, is the blond by the pool. He leans back on his hands with pretty fingers spread out behind him. Heβs been lifeguarding at the public pool for more summers than you care to count but heβd never looked like this while he did it.Β
Park Sunghoon seems relaxed as he sits on the poolβs edge, kicking his legs in the water and scanning the space. Presumably watching out for kids drowning, or diving, or.. whatever it is lifeguards get up to at work. His voice is deep as he (half-heartedly) yells at a group of kids with water guns to stop running. When did he get so buff?
Heβs always been attractive. Always. But this is outrageous. The bleached hair. The toned arms. The sliver of skin you can see peeking out from under his cropped vest. Itβs almost too much to take yet you canβt bring yourself to look away. Given the way he turns his head when you catch his gaze β with flushed cheeks and upturned lips β you assume his glow-up has been purely external.Β
βCan you believe this might be the last summer we spend here together? Like, this time next year weβll be graduates.β Yunjinβs sudden statement makes you wish sheβd go back to talking about the weather.Β
Chaewonβs jaw drops. βWhoa.β
βIs it bad that Iβm looking forward to fall?β Yunjin asks. βNo offence, YN.βΒ
This isnβt the first time sheβs shared such a sentiment. Last summer and the one before, sheβd said something similar before clarifying. Sheβs excited about her new classes, not about you going back to your apartment a few towns over.
Youβre only looking forward to your shared two-bed and Minjeongβs dinners. It pains you to have to thank university for anything, but thank university for giving you something to miss over the holidays.Β
βNone taken, YJ, but break just started last week.βΒ
βOur last finals were five weeks ago.β
βWell, you know break doesnβt really start until our girl gets back.β Chaewon leans up in her seat to grin at you. She raises her cup, the tiny puddle of melted slushy shaking a little. βHereβs to the best summer ever!βΒ
Needing all the affirmation you can get, you entertain her, raising your own cup so the three of you can toast properly.Β
βCheers!β
The next few hours do nothing to affirm your belief in the effectiveness of toasting. Recently hot Sunghoon hasnβt taken his shirt off yet and youβre not sure how many more times you can beg your friends to stay for another half hour in hopes something will happen that causes him to tear the thing off. At this point youβd settle for a simple conversation or even the word hey.
βJust let me pee first,β you grumble, attempting to buy more time as you stand up from your lounge chair, packing up your towel and the magazine you never bothered to look at.Β
On your walk to the restroom, you see him leaning in the doorframe of the changing rooms with his toned arms crossed over his chest. Perfect. Thereβs a smile on your face as you approach him and unexpectedly he speaks before you do.Β
"Heβ" He clears his throat, thick brows coming together as he places a big hand on his chest. "Hey."
You let out a breathy laugh. βYou okay?βΒ
He straightens up his posture and nods his head, blond hair shifting over his forehead from the movement.Β
The sounds of the public pool fill the silence stretching over you, though itβs not enough to distract you from the way his eyes trail over your body, landing on your chest as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.Β
βIβm Sunghoon,β he eventually introduces, extending a hand for you to shake.Β
A smile stretches across your lips when you do, noticing how much bigger his hand is than yours when his fingers wrap around it and cover the whole thing. βI know,β you nod.
βYou,β Sunghoon pauses, tilting his head to the side as if considering your words. βKnow?β His brows quirk up.Β
You hum in response. βWe had Spanish together. You sat with.. that kid,β Your hands come up to gesture around your chin and neck. βWith the jaw, Jay, was it?βΒ
He looks at something over your shoulder for a bit while you worry that he didnβt take Spanish and youβve got the wrong guy, but a laugh rises out of him instead. βYeah,β he grins. βJay.β Nods his head.
Despite stuttering his way through the conversation, Sunghoon makes you laugh as he tells you about how he didnβt realise heβd have to swim on the job and almost drowned trying to save a kid in the deep end. He seems more confident after seeing that his story was well received though he still fidgets with his hands, and canβt hold eye contact for more than a second at a time, always looking away and clearing his throat.Β
The story was a bit of a ramble, and it might be the most words youβve ever heard him say all at once before falling quiet, though his pretty lips open and close a few times as if heβs stuck on what to say. βHow-β Heβs cut off by the sound of someone yelling his name.Β
In the pool, a cute (and very tall) kid waving his arms above his head yelling: Quickly! Quickly! makes you laugh, and the way Sunghoon rolls his eyes makes it clear he knows him.
Much to your dismay, the yelling doesnβt stop and you realise youβll have to make your exit. βIβll let you get going, but, uh, say hi to Jay for me, okay?β you say, grinning at the way he nods his head, mumbling yeah, of course before you turn around to leave.
Sunghoonβs still standing in the spot you left him in, hands crossed over his chest as he eyes you. Head snapping in the other direction when you look back over your shoulder to call out a: Later, Hoonie, with a wave of your fingers.
Chaewon watches you over her sunglasses with a smirk on her face as you approach. βWho is that?β
You crinkle your nose. βPark Sunghoon.β
At the sound of his name, Yunjin gasps, abruptly sitting up in her chair. βThe figure skater?β
βThe what?β
At home, you type his name into the search bar and find that the shy boy youβd only met properly some hours ago is something of a celebrity in the skating world.Β
You watch YouTube videos of his short programs and feel a swell of pride with each jump he lands. The tiny Sunghoon on the screen carries an air of confidence as he glides across the ice β nothing like the Sunghoon youβd met at the pool today. And definitely nothing like the quiet Sunghoon whoβd sit in the back of your 9th grade Spanish class conjugating verbs as his friends got into trouble for talking over the teacher.Β
Itβs not hard to trip down a rabbit hole, and suddenly every video with his name in the title has a little red bar under the thumbnail as a mark of your affection. It doesnβt take long for you to find Instagram user smartblond, and the blue follow button on his page greets you with the option to follow back, which leaves you feeling a little bad as the pad of your thumb falls onto it unthinkingly.Β
Sunghoonβs feed leaves much to be desired. A modest 1 post heβd made 4 years prior, a square photo of himself and Lee Heeseung with bros as the caption. The only comment is from Heeseung who wrote ma boiiii. The tagged photos however tell a different story.Β
Thankfully.Β Β
You spend longer than youβd like to admit scrolling through these pictures, grinning and ignoring the way your stomach flips at the sight of the seemingly outgoing boy captured in the pictures posted by his closest friends with wide smiles and middle fingers while trying not to hit like on any of them. Even though you do like them. A lot. Except for the one of him and Bae Sumin at the pool with pretty smiles on their faces, and their arms around each other that she posted 15 weeks ago with the caption lifesaver. A smile spreads on your lips when you see Suminβs (way more populated) page and the post she made yesterday to celebrate two years with her boyfriend.Β
Distraction only reaches you in the form of an alert from your universityβs portal app. The words youβve got new correspondence in your inbox wipe the smile from your face in an instant. While chewing at your lip, you click on the notification and wait for the email to load.Β
A pit forms in your stomach while reading four paragraphs offering advice for people whoβve failed their final exams. At the end is a link that you click with squinted eyes. A countdown appears and there are 8 days, 12 hours, 2 minutes and 17 seconds until results are out.
During your next trip to the pool, you hear Sunghoon before you see him and his voice comes out in a cute whine when he speaks. βWhy do you guys only wanna hang out here when I'm working?βΒ
Looking over your sunglasses, you see him running a hand through his hair, looking up from the water at a group of boys you recognise from both high school and his tagged photos, including the very tall kid whoβd cut your conversation short the other day. With a wide grin on his face, he slings a towel over his shoulder and calls out something about the concession stand before running for the changing rooms and ignoring Sunghoonβs cries to stop.Β
His back flexes deliciously as he wades around the mostly empty pool, chatting to his friends, and in all of your staring you notice Jayβs eyes on you, looking back to Sunghoon after a while and nodding his head not so subtly in your direction.
You look at Yunjin in the lounge chair next to you, who stares at the remnants of your blue raspberry slushy with disgust on her face, finishing off her cherry-flavoured one. βI said thanks when you came back with them, itβs abnormal to want this much recognition over a Β£1 purchase,β you say defensively, sighing and thanking her again anyways.Β
βYou should thank Sunghoonβs giant friend,β she says, nodding in his direction. βHe came over to me in the line, asked how I knew you, and gave me change when I told him Chaewon introduced us.βΒ
βHuh,β you say, taking a refreshing sip, the last, before putting your cup down between your chairs.Β
βI donβt understand what you see in that insane flavour.β She leans over to put her now empty cup next to yours. βItβs.. unnatural,β she says, shuddering dramatically.Β
βItβs the only flavour I like,β you say simply, watching in your peripheral as your new favourite lifeguard (not that you have an old favourite) climbs over the edge of the pool.
The sight of Sunghoonβs lean figure coming out of the pool only makes you regret ever wanting to see him with his shirt off. Water slips from every part of his body in droplets, running from his broad shoulders down his veiny forearms before falling from his pretty fingers onto the ground. This must be the fittest-looking person youβve ever seen, and Kazuha can do push-ups (one) with you and Chaewon on her back.Β
With his wet hair stuck to his forehead, he laughs at something one of his friends said and itβs only when he looks over at you that youβre able to tear your eyes away.Β
You miss the sight as soon as itβs gone.Β
βThatβs absurd,β Yunjin says after a moment. You have no idea what sheβs talking about. βCan I open the Skittles?β
Youβd forgotten about those. βGo ahead.βΒ
While rummaging through your bag, Yunjin tells you quietly that Sunghoonβs coming though you barely have a chance to look at him before his shadow casts over the two of you, stark and vivid. With his arms crossed over his chest, Sunghoon towers over you. His red shorts cling onto his hips, so low you can see every inch of muscle definition spanning his stomach where little beads of water stare you dead in the eye. By the time you manage to look up at his face, he has a huge grin stretched over his pretty lips. βHey, stalker,β he says.
Though his smile falters when you crease your brows, pulling your sunglasses down your nose. βStalker?βΒ
βYou, uh,β he pauses to sniff, less sure of himself than earlier. βI saw that you followed me on Instagram last night.βΒ
βYou did? And no DM?βΒ
No DM, he repeats under his breath, visibly confused, and theββOhhhh, you wanted to talk to me?βΒ
βYeah, thatβs why I followed you.β
βRight.β A nod. βAnd no DM?β Sunghoon seems to like the way you laugh, uncrossing his arms, and puffing his chest out. βSo what did you wanna talk about that just couldnβt wait until you saw me again?βΒ
βI wanted to catch up.β
A sceptical look crosses his face. βReally? Anything specific you wanted to talk about?βΒ
βNot really. I just think youβre interesting.β
βMe? Interesting?β The mixture of amusement and surprise on his face makes you laugh.Β
βYes, you, interesting.β A saccharine smile spreads across your lips as you swing your legs over the side of your chair. Sunghoon apologises when your ankle grazes his calf. βVery interesting.βΒ
Sitting like this, your face is so close to his hips you can see the loose thread at the top of his shorts. He seems to notice, taking a step back. Down the bridge of his nose, he watches you through squinted eyes, furrowing his brow and letting a beat pass. βHow so?βΒ
βThereβs a lot of reasons, but, for one, youβre the only figure skater I know.β
So quickly you barely see it, Sunghoonβs lips curl into a frown before he presses them together, nodding. βHowβs summer treating you?β He changes the subject.Β
You let him. βPretty good,β you say, bringing a hand up to the tied strap of your swimsuit to pull it to the side. βAnd Iβm tanning pretty well, right, Sunghoon?βΒ
A massive cloud glides across the sky, casting a welcome shadow over the scorching sun. The transition is gradual but relief is immediate and even Sunghoon sighs. You push your sunglasses up to rest in your hair, taken aback, like always, by how bright it actually is outside. Even with the sun covered up, your eyes sting a little without the tint making you squint up at Sunghoon who watches you with an amused smile.Β
βIs there something on my face?β you ask.Β
βNo, nothing like that.β He shakes his head. βItβs just.. nice catching up with you.β
βYeah. It is.β You return his smile, liking the way his widens. βSo, howβs summer treaββ Youβre cut off by the same kid as yesterday, yelling βSunghoooooooooon!β At the top of his lungs.Β
βWhat were you saying?βΒ
βUh,β you start, distracted by the kid pointing at Sunghoon, who waves frantically when he realises heβs caught your eye. βYou, uh,β you pause, using a finger to point over to the pool. βI think your friend might need you.βΒ
He turns to look over his shoulder, the sun shining directly on the side of his face when he does, highlighting the pretty mole on his nose that youβve somehow never noticed. Sunghoon shakes his head and freezing water splashes onto your stomach, making you flinch. A non-committal sound comes out of his mouth as he shrugs, facing you once again. βItβs just Riki.β
Just Riki doesnβt let up. Instead, he enlists the help of a cute cat-eyed boy, clambering onto his shoulders and balancing precariously as he yells and yells at the top of his lungs.Β
βOkay, yeah, I gotta,β Sunghoon sighs, using his thumb to motion towards the pool as he walks backwards away from you. He points a long index finger at you before turning around. βIβm coming back,β he says.Β
With a huge splash, Riki falls from his friendβs shoulders unceremoniously, his form disappearing for a moment, replaced by a mess of bubbles and long frantic limbs until he resurfaces.Β
βIβm not here to play, Iβm here to work!β Sunghoon calls out, walking right off the coping and into the water, swimming towards his friends anyway.Β
He doesnβt come back.Β
That night you stay at Chaewonβs, rifling through old teen magazines and taking quizzes to determine who your βceleb bezzieβ is. Answering mostly Cβs, the two of you squeal at the prospect of a friendship with Lindsay Lohan.Β
Jaehyunβs complaining when you reach the pool and you figure Yunjin and Kazuha must be nearby. Your hunch is correct when you round the corner by the water slide and see the two of them splashing each other in the small pool. Heβs standing with his hands on his hips and yelling something about the literal sign that says they canβt be in there right now. The sign is a bright red fold-out thing, saying in bold white letters that the pool is closed for swimming lessons starting at 1:30 p.m.Β
βItβs 1:20, you canβt be in here,β Jaehyun groans, raking a hand through his hair. βI know you guys think because weβre friends you can do what you want but the other lifeguards kicked me from the group chat and Sunghoon said itβs all your fault.βΒ
The mention of Sunghoon makes your ears perk up, and you decide to insert yourself. βWhat did they do wrong?βΒ
Jaehyun practically jumps at the sound of your voice next to him and Yunjin calls out for you to get in! βDonβt you dare,β Jaehyun mutters, cutting his eyes. βWhatever it is was bad enough for Mark, Yeri, and Chaeyoung to decide Iβm not worthy of LIFESAVERS 2.0 swimming guy emoji, ring float emoji.βΒ
βIf you got kicked because of them, I donβt see why Sunghoon gets to stay.β You tilt your head, stepping back a little when you feel a splash hitting your feet. βHis one million-man friend group takes up half of the big pool every day, competing for who can laugh the loudest, and these two are pretty much doing the same thing.βΒ
βYes, but Sunghoonβs friends arenβt breaking the rules.βΒ
βI saw Riki take an ice cream cone from a kid yesterday.β
βThatβs not against the rules,β Jaehyun sighs. βAnd Chaeyoung thinks Sunghoonβs cute, so.βΒ
βShe does?β you ask too quickly.Β
βWhat do you care?β Jaehyun spares you a glance, arching his brow. He seems to undergo some kind of revelation, gasping a little and nodding his head. βSo thatβs why you guys are here all the time! You totally like that loser.βΒ
βSunghoonβs not a loser, heβs hot.β
βInteresting thing to dispute.βΒ
You roll your eyes. βDo I need to worry about Chaeyoung?β you ask quietly.
βIf youβre trying to hook up with Sunghoon I wouldnβt worry about her.β
You hate his response; hate that instead of really answering you, heβs just left you with even more questions.Β
And you hate Chaeyoung for falling into your line of sight just as you mention her.Β
She leaves the locker room, laughing about something with Yeri, and making you wonder what exactly she wants with Sunghoon. And why she suddenly feels like your competitor.
βAnd if Iβm not?βΒ
Jaehyun cackles at your suggestion. βYou? Not trying to hook up?βΒ
You canβt come up with a reason for why his words make your chest ache so you shove him with your elbow before jumping into the water with the girls. The sound of Jaehyun groaning and begging you guys to get out of the pool only dissolves the ache and puts a smile on your face.
Yunjin and Kazuha gang up on you for taking so long to join them but the water feels so cool against your skin you canβt help but enjoy it.Β
The sound of what you think is Sunghoonβs voice makes you freeze in your spot. βI canβt keep defending you, man,β he sighs.Β
At the sound of a whistle blowing, you raise your hands to cover your ears and all three of you whip your heads in its direction. Sunghoon stands next to Jaehyun with a whistle in his mouth, coughing around the metal when he sees you. He smiles, dropping it to rest against his chest. βOh, hey.βΒ
βHi,β you greet, swimming over to the edge of the pool and resting your arms on it, letting your chin find a home against them. Looking up, you see Jaehyun rolling his eyes before walking off in the opposite direction and Sunghoon stares down at you with a smile on his face.
βHow are you?β he asks, fidgeting with the whistle like a charm on a necklace.Β
βIβm good, how are you?βΒ
βGood, me too. Uh-your friends,β he pauses, clearing his throat. βIβm teaching lessons here, in five minutes, so I was wondering if you guys could maybe hang out in the main pool or by the slides instead?β he asks. It seems like heβs asking. βOnly if you want.βΒ
βWhat if weβre here for lessons?βΒ
βOh, Iβm sorry, you guys must be the six-year-olds Iβm teaching this afternoon, my bad for assuming.βΒ
You canβt tell if he was trying to be funny or if that was just something he said for the sake of saying it, but it makes you smile anyway. βYou donβt do lessons for grown-ups?β
Sunghoon shakes his head. βI teach 6 to 12-year-olds, but Mark teaches adult classes on Saturday mornings if youβre interested.β
You nod, lifting yourself out of the pool, dripping water on the concrete. Youβre close enough to Sunghoon to clearly see his jaw tensing, and the way his gaze shamelessly falls to your chest for more than a few seconds.Β
βWhat if Iβm interested in a one-on-one lesson?βΒ
Close enough to see the goosebumps that rise on his skin. He licks his lips, holding your gaze. βI guess we could work something out,β he says, clearing his throat when you rest a hand on his wrist, though he doesnβt look away from you.Β
It seems like itβs just the two of you and the sun beating against your skin. And his pulse racing against your fingers.Β
An excited wail grounds you, brings you back to the pool. βSunghoonie! Sunghoonie!β You hear over his shoulder, as a tiny girl with pigtails and a huge grin comes rushing over to you. βLook, I got new goggles, look at my new goggles!βΒ
You take a step back and Sunghoon gasps, holding her Hello Kitty goggles in his hands, inspecting them carefully while crouching down to her level. In his absence, you see more, equally excited, kids plodding along, babbling to each other, followed by parents with small character backpacks slung over their shoulders.Β
Sunghoon chats animatedly with her, nodding and gasping and saying really? at all the right times, in a way that summons butterflies. She giggles and holds her belly laughing when he holds her baby sized goggles over his head, asking if he can try them on, and you need to leave before you burst into tears at how sweet heβs being.
Yunjin and Kazuha beam at you when you look over at them, winking dramatically and giving you silent rounds of applause. Your cheeks burn at the sight, mumbling at them to come on, before turning around to walk away.Β
βHey, YN!β Sunghoon calls out, stopping you in your tracks. Heβs standing with his arms crossed over his chest, and a small smile on his lips. βSee you later, yeah?βΒ
βYeah.β You nod.Β
The girls have caught up to you by now, Yunjinβs eyebrows waggling suggestively as she links her fingers with yours. βOh, he is so into you,β Kazuha whispers, wrapping a dripping arm around your shoulders. βChaewon was right, summer really doesnβt start until you get back.β
In the main pool, you play around with the girls until youβre tired from swimming and the heat, and if it wasnβt for what Sunghoon said, you would have gone home already. You lay back in a lounge chair and close your eyes behind your sunglasses. You could probably fall asleep out here, feeling an odd comfort in the blood-curdling screams and mix of music playing from tiny bluetooth speakers all over the place.Β
About five minutes later, you use your fingers to pick out a few pieces of Oreo from Yunjinβs ice cream, deciding theyβll be compensation for having to deal with the sticky dessert trickling down the cone and onto your fingers. Though in this heat, it doesnβt bother you so much.
On your trip back to your seat, you see Heeseung and Sunghoon by the locker room entrance. Standing in the shade, the two of them talk while Sunghoon lets a chunky pair of sunglasses rest on the back of his head, a sight that makes you clench your fist so hard the cone crunches under your fingers. You watch Heeseungβs face split into a grin while he throws his head back laughing, though Sunghoon presses his lips together in a straight line, clearly unimpressed.Β
Yunjin jogs over to you, thanking you for the cone and complaining about how stingy Jungwooβs being with the Oreo pieces these days but taking an appreciative lick anyway, letting her head fall back and a long hum of satisfaction buzz against her lips. βJust go over there and talk to him,β she says after a while.Β
βWow, YJ, thank you. I hadnβt thought of that.βΒ
She flips you off before walking away.
You donβt mean to catch his eye but he smiles when he sees you, waving when you wave. Heeseung waves too. If Sunghoon had been standing on his own youβd have no problem approaching him, but something about interrupting their conversation puts you off. Heeseung nods at you and calls out your name, inviting you to interrupt them.Β
βItβs funny, we were just talking about you,β Heeseung says. Youβre not sure how he wants you to respond to that, but Sunghoon looks at him with wide eyes, using his elbow to nudge his oversharing friend. βAll good things, of course,β he adds on, raking a hand through his hair.Β
βWho could have anything bad to say about you?β Sunghoon asks.Β
Out of genuine concern, you ask if theyβre okay, which only makes the two of them burst out laughing. Awkward laughter in the form of robotic ha ha has and forced applause. Youβre not sure what to make of this, looking back and forth between them with a crease along your brow. High school was probably the last time you talked to Lee Heeseung, but besides the piercings and muscle definition he doesnβt seem to have changed much.Β
βHow have you been? Howβs college?β Heeseung asks after wiping his left eye with the back of his hand.Β
βIβve been good. I saw you graduated last week, congrats!βΒ
He looks delighted at the mention of his own studies, missing the fact that youβre trying to avoid talking about yours. βThank you!β he says, beaming. βDo you know what classes youβre taking this year?β
βNo.β You shake your head. βYou studied music, right?βΒ
An impossibly brighter grin spreads across his lips, eyes shining with genuine happiness as he nods. βYeah, I majored in production actually. Best thing I ever did.β
For a while, Heeseung talks about his course though most of it goes over your head as jealousy burns in your stomach. The last three years have gone well enough for you to know that youβre more than just good at your major, so why, like him, canβt you enjoy it too? Right now, you want nothing more than for stupid Heeseung to shut up about his stupid career choices.Β
Sunghoon interrupts the conversation, seeming to notice your mild irritation. βHey, are you okay?β he asks, resting a hand on your shoulder.
He doesnβt seem convinced when you nod your head belatedly, clearing your throat. You do your best to focus on the burn of his hand on your skin and not your jealousy.Β
Sunghoon looks over at Heeseung, giving him a look that the older boy takes as an invitation to leave, smiling at the both of you before waving goodbye.Β
βWhatβs the matter?β His voice is much softer now that youβre alone, so comforting that youβre tempted to fall into his chest and tell him everything thatβs ever upset you.
βWhat makes you think somethingβs the matter?β
βYou were staring at Heeseung like you wanted to wipe the stupid smile off his face with a bullet.βΒ Β
βActually, I think he has quite a nice smile,β you admit.
βYeah,β Sunghoon agrees. βBut itβs a little annoying, right? Like how everything just seems to go so well for him no matter what. Perfect guy with a perfect major, itβs a little hard not to be jealous of him when he talks like that.βΒ
βYou donβt like what you study?βΒ
βItβs not my major Iβm struggling with.β He lets out a dry laugh. βWhat about you?βΒ
A deep sigh rolls out of you, pulling your shoulders down. βIβm good at it so why stop, you know?βΒ
βPlenty of people stop things theyβre good at.β The response comes quicker than you expect, in a defensive tone that makes you want to slice open his brain and take a look inside. βSorry, I just mean if something isnβt making you happy, then itβs okay to stop. Right?βΒ
It doesnβt feel like heβs talking about you. βRight,β you affirm anyway. βItβs just that I only have a year left so the way I see it, I should just deal with it, graduate, and worry next summer instead. Uni sorta freaks me out is all,β you explain, shrugging in a way that you hope looks nonchalant. βI donβt like my course, and I donβt like talking about it, so letβs not talk about it.β
Sunghoon nods. βNo talking about uni, got it,β he says, holding an imaginary pen and making a note of your words in the palm of his hand, with a tiny smile on his face that makes your stomach twist. βSo, what do you like talking about?β
βLiterally anything else.βΒ
βLook at us, so much in common.β Thereβs a hesitant look on his face, like heβs questioning his word choice but he smiles when you do, letting out a breathy laugh at the sound of a chuckle slipping out of you.Β
βHey, Sunghoon?β you ask after a beat, tilting your head and continuing when he hums. βDo you work here every day?βΒ
He shakes his head. βJust Monday through Thursday.β
βSo, if I wanna see you, I could just come to the pool on those days?βΒ
βYeah.β Even in the shade, itβs hard to miss the way his cheeks flush pink, and he scratches at the back of his neck while stifling a smile. βExactly.βΒ
βAnd if itβs Friday or the weekend, and I wanna see you, I could just text you?βΒ
βYeah, I think Iβd like that.β That same smile curves on his lips, gentle, happy.Β
You think youβd like that too.Β
Sunghoon puts his number in your phone and you send a text so he has yours too.
The sun doesnβt set until late that night, and you spend the better part of the evening in the garden with your mum, catching the last moments of the sunβs rays from a blanket in the grass. The sound of her fingers against the keyboard is like a perfect mechanical OST for the summer romance youβre halfway through. Though knowing that the countdown in your email is set to strike zero in a matter of hours makes it difficult to concentrate on whatβs going on in the made up beach town youβre reading about.
After a late dinner, you click the link to watch the countdown hit zero before refreshing the page. The stark white background of the login page stings your eyes in your dark room as you wait for the results page to load with a held breath. All three of your course titles are marked with MP for merit pass. A weight falls from your shoulders only to be replaced with another.Β
The family group chat doesnβt seem to share your distress. Your dad hearts the message and sends a gif of Michael Scott clapping, your mum texts back that sheβs so proud of her baby, and your older brother says KNEW U COULD DO IT! You throw your phone across the room, hiding your face in your pillow to muffle a scream.Β
That night, you dream of graduation. Of crossing the stage and seeing the culmination of four long years on a flimsy piece of paper. The ceremony ends and behind closed eyes, you watch yourself sign your life away to a 9-to-5 in a field you hate, the same your brother had done. Drenched in a cold sweat, the nightmare jolts you awake.Β
You spend all day in your room for fear of running into your mother and having to discuss your future.
The day after that, the familiar smell of coffee hits your nose as you walk by a cafe you used to frequent in high school, drowning yourself in hot chocolate in the winter and in sweet frozen lemonades in the summertime. If it wasnβt for your plans of seeing Chaewon you mightβve picked something up for nostalgiaβs sake.Β
Right when you think about her, she calls you. βBring me a coffee,β Chaewon says.Β
βWhat?βΒ
βCan you get me some coffee?βΒ
Looking over your shoulder, you fully expect to see Chaewon standing behind you or perched in one of the bushes across the street with a pair of binoculars. Her voice rings down the phone at you, at a volume youβre sure you would be able to hear if she was watching you from somewhere. βHello?βΒ
βYes, Iβll do it,β you say, ignoring the chill that runs down your spine and hanging up.
A bell rings above your head when you open the door, the cafe greeting you warmly like it always has. You admire its familiar green walls and the organic curves of its interior, from the sweeping archways to the round tables and chairs. Back then, you must have sat in each of them.Β
You think youβre going crazy when you hear Sunghoon saying thanks, and you know youβre going crazy when you actually see him leaving the counter with his fingers wrapped around a vibrant orange iced drink. He doesnβt see you, focusing on the phone in his hand and the straw in his mouth, Adamβs apple bobbing in his throat with each sip. Sunghoon turns his back to you, walking towards a table in the far corner, his head moving to the beat of whatever song heβs listening to. He sits in the seat facing away from you, and you stare for so long that the barista has to say excuse me to get your attention.Β
After apologising, you order Chaewonβs latte, giving her name over to the barista when she asks and waiting off to the side while she makes it. The whole time, you watch Sunghoon, willing him to look over at you. It doesnβt work.
Not in the way youβd been expecting, at least. Your phone vibrates against your palm.
sh: hey yn! are you doing anything nice today?
You grin at the back of his head.Β
yn: seeing chaewon later :) hbu
sh: oh cool i hope you guys have fun!
sh: working later.. closing shift :/Β
When itβs ready, you collect Chaewonβs drink and approach Sunghoonβs table. Heβs staring at his phone screen, where you see your conversation over his shoulder β even though itβs been five minutes since he texted you β and have to bite back a smile.
βHey, you.β The words come out like you intended, light, pleased.Β
Sunghoon jumps in his seat anyway, slamming his phone face down on the table and looking up at you. βYN,β he breathes. βHey.β He wipes his palms on his pants. βWhat are you doing here?βΒ
βSame as you, I guess,β you grin, raising the cup in your hand. βCan I sit?βΒ
βOf course.β A beat passes while you take your seat and Sunghoonβs eyes donβt leave you once.Β
Itβs been a while since you last had a vanilla latte but itβs just as sweet as you remember when you try it, the ice doing a good job at keeping you cool. You tilt your head at the boy in front of you, checking the date on your phone. βItβs Friday today.βΒ
βYeahβ¦β Sunghoon squints at you, nodding his head slowly. βOh, itβs Friday,β he says, seeming to figure out what you were getting at despite the lack of context. βThereβs a girl I normally coach on Mondays at the rink, Hyein, but she couldnβt make it this week so we moved her session to this afternoon. To be clear though, I donβt normally work on Fridays. At the rink or otherwise.β
You nod, taking another sip of Chaewonβs coffee and angling the cup so he canβt see her name written on the side of it.Β
βSo, if you wanted to see me, on a Friday, or over the weekend, you could still text me about that.βΒ
Smiling, you nod. βGood to know. Do you work Monday to Thursday at the rink as well?β you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.
Sunlight spills through the tiled windows, warming your skin through the glass. Over his shoulder, the bell by the door rings incessantly and under the sunβs rays, flecks of amber glow in his eyes that crinkle at the corners, a dimple peeking at you as he shakes his head.
βI have my own training at 6 on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and then I teach kids classes on Monday and Tuesday nights, and I see Hyein on Monday mornings.β
β6 a.m.?β
βNo, our sessions start at 10.β
βI mean your training, you start at 6 in the morning?βΒ
βOh.β He nods. βYeah,β he says, shrugging.Β
βFuck, thatβs so early, I could never.βΒ
βI mean, that was just my training block during school. 6 to 7:45, so Iβd go to the rink, back home to shower, and go to school when I could.β A beat passes before he speaks again, using his straw to stir his drink. βBut that was mainly during, like, off-season. If I had competitions coming up then Iβd spend entire days at the rink, or dance class, in the gym, so I missed a lot of school.βΒ
You nod. βI remember.βΒ
Sunghoonβs eyes flash with something, as his brows knit together for barely a second. He smiles. βAnyway, I did try later sessions when I started college but I was so used to my early sessions that Iβd still wake up at 5 a.m. even though my classes didnβt start until the afternoon.βΒ
Thereβs a sparkle in his eyes when you ask about Hyein, and excitement in his voice while he tells you all about her. About how much potential she has, even though she doesnβt seem to realise it; about how much better sheβs gotten in the year since they met and how similar she is to him at her age.
After a very slow walk with Sunghoon, you reach Chaewonβs place. It doesnβt hit you that youβre empty-handed until she opens the door and frowns at you, asking where youβve been and what happened to her coffee.
It starts to feel like youβre running out of friends to take to the pool when, a few days later, the entire girls chat is too busy to come along, and Lee Jeno from an engineering lecture you took two years ago sits in the chair next to you, lazily flipping through an old copy of Dazed Magazine. Even if only as a last resort, Jeno makes good company seeing as you like the funny Tiktoks he shows you and the way he sneaks vodka into your slushy behind your towel.Β
For a while, you pretend not to care about Sunghoonβs absence in hopes heβll spawn from the poolβs deep end. Surprisingly, he does not. And just like that, an ugly pattern is formed: you go to the pool, wait all day for Sunghoon, and eventually, stumble back home in a daze from alcohol or sunstroke.Β
It takes four and a half more, uneventful, Sunghoonless visits to the pool to leave you trying not to tear your hair out at Chaewonβs dining table.Β
Kazuha serves as a good distraction though, making you quiz her on the details of Kim Yeriβs driving licence so she can come out to the club with you guys. Between the two girls looking nothing alike and Kazuha thinking a March birthday makes her a Sagittarius, youβre not hopeful.Β
When she goes to the toilet, you check your phone just to be sure Sunghoon hasnβt texted in the twelve minutes since you last checked. And like before, the only messages you find are from Yeonjun asking if youβre βtryna slideβ later. You arenβt, and havenβt been for the last two weeks heβd been asking. Completely unrelated to a certain blond lifeguard, of course. You sigh, thinking of Sunghoon again and why he hasnβt texted yet.
Thereβs nothing stopping you from sending the first text (today) β except for the fact that youβd been texting back and forth until you accidentally aired him at the start of the week. Unless youβre trying to hook up, you never send the first message. And as much as you would like to hook up with Sunghoon, thereβs something about him thatβs too endearing to only experience in the quiet of a backseat at 3 a.m., or in your room when no oneβs home.
Four shots and a lot of egging on seem to be all you need to make your way to Sunghoonβs DMs. You let Chaewon and Kazuha debate over what your opening message should be, and with shaky thumbs, you type out something simple. Much to your friendβs (and your own) disappointment, you eventually settle on hey handsome.Β
sh: hiiiiiiiiiii
For a while, you watch as Sunghoon types and stops and types and stops before his message comes through.Β
sh: pretty
You canβt help the giggle that comes out, clearing your throat when Chaewon raises a brow at you. The two of you hold eye contact for a beat before erupting into a fit of laughter.Β
you: i havenβt seen you at the pool in a while and i was wondering if youβre ok..
sh: yn.. have you been at my workplac e waiitng for me to show up again ???
you: are you ok.
sh: i think itβs cute that you did that, my friends tol d me they saw you there every day this week
you: why are your friends reporting my whereabouts to you..
sh: i asked them to, also im good i just took some days off
sh: back monday am i gonna see u then?
you: or we could just see each other on one of your off days?
On the left side of the screen, you watch animated ellipses dance above the keyboard before halting, though no message comes to replace them and it doesnβt take you long to figure out that the message hasnβt come through because your phone is frozen.Β
Right?
You let out a laugh at your stupidity while Chaewon looks at you like youβre insane, turning off your phone and letting it sit for a bit before turning it back on. Wasting no time, you go straight to Instagram and pull up the DM thread where the word seen sits underneath your last message, laughing at you.Β
Perplexed by what seems like your first rejection ever, youβre not quite sure how to move on so you send a text to the group chat (mainly for Yunjin, the only one who isnβt present). Yunjin replies with a message suggesting Sunghoonβs phone died. In the chair opposite, Chaewon suggests maybe he died. Jaehyun brings you more shots to cope with your heartache and you clutch your stomach laughing when he squirts lime juice into his eye.
Because your friends donβt respect you, you end up in the middle seat when the Uber arrives; sandwiched between Chaewon and Kazuha, drinking as much vodka as you can stomach from the younger girlβs flask while she mutters March 5th, Taurus over and over again.Β
All that hard work was done in vain, though; when you reach the club Kazuha insists on being the first to go up in line, and tears start streaming when the bouncer asks what part of Seoul she was born in. Yeriβs ID gets confiscated and the four of you pile into another Uber and head to your backup plan, which you only learn about when the car pulls up.
Living in another city for uni means youβve never partied with Sunghoonβs friends before β beyond walking by each other in a club β and some combination of excitement and alcohol makes your stomach heat up as you think about seeing him again.
Nishimura Rikiβs family home is a giant structure that takes up more room than whatβs probably necessary. Thereβs a massive fountain in the middle of the driveway shooting a stream, out of the mouth of what you think is a lion, into its main bed of water. The grand front door has banners criss-crossed over it saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM SUNOO! Before you reach it, the door swings open and Jayβs jaw is even sharper than you remember when you see him so close. He grins at you and your friends, whooping obnoxiously at the sight of Jaehyun, dapping him up before waving awkwardly at you, Chaewon and Kazuha. You watch him lean over to Jaehyun and ask if that chickβs okay, while not so subtly pointing at the youngest of you all.Β
When you look at her, black streaks of mascara tear through her blush like a knife though she wears a bright smile as she eyes Jay like a predator. You nudge her in the ribs and make a mental note to find a bathroom to help her fix her makeup. She frowns when you take her hand and enter the house, leaving Chaewon with Jaehyun and Jay, the three of which chat easily with one another.
Upstairs in the main bathroom, you kneel on the floor between Kazuhaβs legs, gently running a makeup wipe over her face while she sits on the lid of the toilet babbling about Jay. βHeβs the one,β she says determinedly. βI mean, he was worried about me.. he barely knows me and he was asking if I was okay. Like, how did he know Iβd been upset?β You wonder if Kazuha has seen her face in the last half hour. Or if she knows why you insisted on taking her makeup off.Β
βRight,β you nod, knowing itβs easier to agree with a drunk Kazuha than face an argument.
βItβs a feeling. Like, sometimes you just have to look through the eyes of your soul, and everything will work out.β
Itβs amazing to you that she can say the things she says without laughing. But thereβs a finality in her tone that makes you hope sheβs right.Β
With Kazuha all cleaned up, youβre able to focus on how crammed the house actually is. There are people in every room of the house, sitting on the porch, in the backyard. People are everywhere and youβre not sure youβll ever manage to reunite with your friends. In favour of getting to know Jay, Kazuha presses a kiss to your cheek and runs off in the opposite direction. You head for the kitchen knowing that Chaewon will most likely be in there somewhere, batting her lashes at a tall graduate in hopes to score a free smoke.Β
People are grinding and hanging off one another in the hall and the living room, making out by the stairs, and in what looks like the only empty spot in the kitchen Sunghoon leans against the counter, taking generous gulps from something in a red cup. Judging by his smart trousers and pretty black cardigan, Sunghoon has also developed a personal style in the time since youβve last been home. A dent forms in Sunghoonβs cheek when he sees you, a sweet crinkle in his eyes as he says hi!Β
You canβt figure out whether you should hug him or not but he looks so sweet with his wide smile and flushed cheeks that your arms widen of their own accord. His embrace is gentle, wrapping you up in a mixture of toned arms, soft cotton, liquor, and something light, floral, you think.Β
βCan I fix you something to drink?β Sunghoon asks quietly, you only just hear him before he lets you go. βI didnβt think youβd be here tonight,β he says, reaching over the counter to grab a cup for you.Β
βYeah, I didnβt either.βΒ
βI was your backup plan?βΒ
βOh, come on.β You nudge his shoulder with your hand as he screws the cap back on a bottle of lemonade. βI wouldnβt use those words. If Iβd known about the party you wouldβve been the plan.βΒ
βI thought you wouldnβt use those words.β
βYouβre using those words,β you say, grinning when he laughs.Β
You both go back and forth on it for a while, as Sunghoon tries to find Malibu in the mess of bottles cluttering the countertop. A wide grin spreads across his face when he does and you watch him fill the empty space in your cup before handing it to you.Β
The first sip is syrupy sweet on your tongue, forcing an appreciative hum out of you. βSo good,β you say through a dreamy sigh, shaking your head before taking another gulp.Β
From his nose, he lets out a breathy laugh, his lips quirking up at the corners as he watches you. βItβs good to know my bartending classes are paying off.βΒ
βHave you ever considered a recipe book?β you ask, putting the cup down next to your phone, looking up at Sunghoon who seems to seriously consider this for a while before nodding.Β
Almost experimentally, he rests his hand on your hip. βIβm sorry about earlier,β he tells you, holding you a little closer when he sees that youβre okay with it.Β
You tilt your head at him, pretending not to remember the way heβd left you on read. βWhat happened earlier?βΒ
βOn.. iMessage,β he starts, trailing off at the end though he continues when you nod. βIβm not good at talking to pretty girls.β
Despite not fully believing him, thereβs a sincerity in his voice that makes your stomach flutter. βLucky for you, Iβm very good at talking to pretty boys.βΒ
You canβt tell if heβs flustered or drunk, but his cheeks redden after you speak.Β
βPretty boys, me?βΒ
βWho else?βΒ
Sunghoonβs laugh comes out in ha ha haβs, and if you couldnβt see the way his eyes crinkled up you might have thought he was faking it.
For a moment, his gaze flickers between your eyes and mouth, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he speaks. βI donβt want you thinking Iβm not interested or anything.β His voice is low, almost too quiet for the cramped space where Me and Your Mama bounces off the walls and rowdy kids constantly bump into you.Β
With his hand still burning through your dress, he nudges you, turning you both around to take your place. Your ass rests against the edge of the countertop and the drunk students bump into him instead. βIβm just.. still figuring out how to stop being so shy all the time,β he says, using his thumb to lift the fallen strap of your dress.
Youβre having a tough time believing him. If this is what being so shy looks like for Sunghoon, youβre terrified to see him being confident.Β
The heat of his lingering hand against your bare shoulder only leaves you drawing a blank. Part of you feels silly for saying that youβre very good at talking to pretty boys. Youβre way out of your depth right now.
βBut you,β he trails off, looking between your eyes and lips again. His hand starts to tremble against your waist. βYou make it so hard.βΒ
βI do?β you ask dumbly, at a complete loss for words, trying not to read too much into his word choice. Why, anyone could say that word, hard, and not mean anything by it, itβs a word after all. An adjective, you think.Β
Get out of your head.Β
βMm,β Sunghoon nods solemnly. βYou have no idea.β
Three people nudge past you, each one shoving into him harder than the last; he looks thankful when you suggest going outside. His fingers brush against yours before he pulls them away, turning around to head for the garden immediately.Β
The smell of smoke spikes through the fresh air, strong enough to make your head swim as Sunghoon closes the back door behind you. βWow,β you whisper, looking around. Itβs like stepping into a whole new party, with slow R&B pumping out into the summer heat. The garden spills out way beyond what your eyes can see, glowing with twinkling fairy lights and excited chatter.
βI know, right.βΒ
Thereβs a two step staircase in the centre that you follow Sunghoon up, mumbling an apology to the couple whose makeout sesh you had to break up to do so. Both of your footsteps crunch against the stone path that splits the grass, and β at Sunghoonβs request β you tell him everything that led you to this party tonight. Leaving out all of the overthinking that went into the text you eventually sent him of course.
βWait, how old is Kazuha?βΒ
β21, sheβs just waiting on her new ID coming in the mail.βΒ
βWhat happened to her old one?βΒ
βI think sheβs like.. 13 or something in her old photo, and we didnβt get in last week either βcause the bouncer didnβt think it was her,β you pause. βOr she just looked too young in the photo. Iβm not sure.β
You can hear Sunghoon humming along to the SZA song thatβs playing, tilting his head at your words. His brows knit together for a beat, and he has to grab you by the forearm to keep you from tripping over your own feet. Sunghoonβs eyes meet yours, as he maintains his grip on you. βThanks,β you say through a breath, trying to focus on anything other than his touch.Β
βLetβs sit, yeah?βΒ
Sunghoon rests his arm around your shoulders when you nod, keeping you upright as you walk slowly towards the back of the garden. βI donβt know where you guys go out, but one time, we put Riki in a dress and gave him Hwang Yejiβs ID.β
βAnd then stayed home?β The mental image makes you cackle, getting funnier with each second you dwell on it, but your breath catches in your throat when you look up at him, shaking his head as best as he can while laughing. The way his head falls back, showing off the column of his neck and angle of his jaw forces you to screw your eyes shut to stop the thoughts of kissing him there.Β
βAnd then took him to the club with us and got him to buy our first round.β
With each thing he shares about that night, it grows more and more unbelievable, leaving your jaw on the floor as he leads you around a timber shed (that houses a hot tub) to a big swingy chair thing. βIβll find the photos in a sec,β he smiles. βLet me hold your cup while you sit.βΒ
The spot provides about as much privacy as you figure a packed house party could afford. Not that you need privacy to be endeared by Sunghoon or anything. You take him up on his offer, sitting down and watching as he ignores the phone ringing in his pocket, handing you back your drink. Even though youβre not thrilled about the interruption, you tell him he should at least check who it is.Β
βJungwon?β He flinches, yanking the phone away from his ear. Jungwonβs voice is so loud you can hear him despite the distance. βYeah I got it, Iβm at the swing outside.β The call ends there and Sunghoon still doesnβt sit down and neither of you speaks.Β
Blinking fairy lights are strung neatly around the swingβs frame. Only a few of the bulbs are working, but together they produce enough light for you to see the sun-bleached blue of the cushion youβre sitting on, and the way Sunghoonβs looking straight at you. You smile. He doesnβt budge. Instead, he worries his bottom lip with his teeth for a while, completely spaced out, until a broad-shouldered child arrives.Β
Sunghoon daps him up and your brows raise when he pulls a short, flat bottle of vodka from his back pocket to give to Jungwon. βHow much do I owe you?β he asks, taking the bottle.Β
βFor the drink or for the lifelong tab you and Riki have been racking up?βΒ
Chuckling, Jungwon shakes his head and points his thumb at Sunghoon. βDonβt you just love that sense of humour?β
The two boys share a look, and Jungwon nods in understanding. He affectionately pats Sunghoonβs bicep, face lighting up in awe. βWow!β he gasps, turning to glance at you. βHave you felt the muscles on this guy? I wanna be just like him when I grow up.β With wide eyes, he nudges Sunghoon in your direction.Β
Despite his apparent indifference towards Jungwonβs attempts at hyping him up, Sunghoon comes closer to you, letting you feel his arm anyway. He flexes his bicep β all firm, sculpted muscle through his soft cardigan β under your fingers in a way that spreads fire in your stomach. Unintentionally, you catch his gaze and your breath gets stuck in your throat. A quiet laugh slips from his lips as he puts his arm down.Β
Itβs hard not to think about what Jungwon had said about growing up, and even harder not to study him to figure out his age. His outfit is similar to Sunghoonβs; loose pants and a knitted cardigan which does nothing to help you make an estimate. Not being able to buy his own booze tells you that heβs not your age, his wide eyes and round cheeks only make him seem like a child, but his height and broad shoulders throw you off.
βHow old are you?β you ask, giving in to your curiosity.Β
β21,β he says, too quickly. β.. in two years.βΒ
He lingers for a bit to hype Sunghoon up some more; not so subtly bringing up his great qualities, like his considerate nature and unwavering dedication. Though Sunghoonβs βnever endingβ patience wears out and he asks him to leave. With a nod, Jungwon waves goodbye before sprinting back towards the house. Sunghoon laughs watching his friend and sinks into the seat next to you, his thigh pressing against yours for a beat before he closes his legs and rests his arms over the back of the chair.
βWow,β you grin, leaning into his side. βFigure skating legend Park Sunghoon buys alcohol for kids.βΒ
He shrugs. βIβm not a legend.βΒ
You raise a brow, a smirk playing at your lips. βThatβs the part youβre disputing?β
βWell, the other part is true,β he says, chuckling though unable to hide the flash of discomfort in his eyes. βIf you consider a 19-year-old a kid.βΒ
βYouβre way too humble.β
βAnyone could be good with the right coach, and I have, like, the most supportive parents ever so they help me a lot.βΒ Β
βWell, yeah, probably, but even then, your parents arenβt the ones skating, you are,β you point out.Β
Sunghoon deflates, sighing heavily. βCan we talk about something else?β He takes a sip from his cup in a silent plea for you to drop it. When his eyes meet yours, his lips press into a flat smile and the soft lighting brings out the dimple in his cheek.Β
You nod, using your hand to push his hair away from his forehead. The flat smile spreads across his face as you play with his light hair, thatβs somehow silky smooth under your fingers despite the bleach. Itβs a little messy when you move your hand, sitting over his thick brows in a way that, when paired with his boyish grin, makes him look younger.Β
A dull thump startles both of you as a couple jog away from the shed with linked hands and no regard for you or Sunghoon. Neither of you bother trying to hide your amusement when you meet each otherβs eyes, laughing hard enough to make the swing sway.Β
βIβm sorry,β you say after calming down β maybe too late.Β
He shakes his head. βYou donβt have to be.β
The smile on his face is soft, sincere, but does nothing for the guilt you feel over stressing him out β your lips tug into a frown.
βHey,β Sunghoon whispers and his forehead is warm against yours when he nudges you, grinning at the way you giggle when he pulls away. βIβm not upset or anything.β he pauses. βI donβt think Iβm upset or anything, Iβm just tired, you know. I spend a lot of time talking about skating during the day and thereβs, like, a million and one other things Iβd rather talk about right now.β
His honesty assuages your guilt and piques your curiosity. βYeah?β you ask, arching a brow. Sunghoon nods. βOther things like..βΒ
He hesitates, caught off by the suggestiveness in your tone, by the way your hand grazes his knee before resting low on his thigh. A gulp echoes in his throat. βUh, like..β His voice trails off.Β
Thereβs a flutter in your chest as a smile tugs at your lips. βWhy donβt we start with those pictures of Riki at the club?βΒ
βRiki at the club,β he repeats, nodding his head. βI can do that.βΒ
Sunghoonβs arm falls around your shoulders when you nestle into him, close enough now that his scent hits you effortlessly. A tiny square in his camera roll expands under his thumb, showing you Riki in a tight black halter dress with his hair grown out and styled in neat curls. Thereβs a boxy grin spread across his lips while he holds Yejiβs ID next to his face. In the next picture, he crouches between Shin Ryujin and Lee Chaeryeong while the three of them make kissy faces for the camera. βAnd then he had two shots of Fireball and passed out in a booth so we had to carry him home.βΒ
A laugh bubbles in your throat at the sight of Riki hunched over in a booth with his head on the table, and tears start to spill when you watch the video of Heeseung stumbling down the street, accidentally letting Riki slip off his back and onto the concrete.Β
Out of nowhere, Sunghoonβs eyes practically bulge out of his head; an expression youβve only seen on Kazuha whenever she suspects she left her flat iron on at home. Dread settles in your stomach as you brace yourself for what he might say next. βJust give me a minute,β he says, his words holding an urgency that only fuels your nerves. βI need to text someone.βΒ
Sunghoon thinking about talking to someone else while youβre trying to get to know him isnβt your favourite thing. In fact, it feels worse than what you imagine might happen if Kazuha actually does leave her flat iron on one day β because it shuts off automatically after 15 minutes.
You try hiding your disappointment but you can feel your lips drooping at the corners as he angles his phone away from you, deep in thought about this message he so urgently has to send. Whatever, you think. Couldnβt care less.
At long last, he finishes typing and pulls air through his teeth before putting his phone back in his pocket, drumming his nails against the seat until your phone goes off in your lap. In a fit of Kazuha-inspired absurdity, you want Sunghoon to feel bad about his lack of manners, so you ignore the notification despite your burning curiosity.
βArenβt you gonna get that?β he asks, his gaze fixed on you expectantly.Β
You shake your head. βIt can wait.βΒ
A frown creases Sunghoonβs brow and you hate it; checking your phone immediately to find two texts from the boy sitting next to you.
sh: hey yn! sorry i took so long
sh: if itβs not too late do u wNt to go on a date with me next saturday?
After six days of exchanging Spotify links with Sunghoon over text, Saturday rolls around, and the doorbell chimes earlier than youβd been expecting it to. You call out that youβll get the door, grab your bag and bolt down the stairs. With a hand on the door handle, you catch your breath, an act that seems pointless when you see Sunghoon through the glass. The door creaks open and his neck snaps in your direction, jaw falling to the floor.Β
He waves.Β
Your greeting is followed only by silence, your Hey, Sunghoon, dissipating into the sticky summer heat as he chews on his cheek, letting his eyes scan your body over and over. If he didnβt look so nervous you might have offered to pose for a picture. βHow are you?β you ask, locking the door behind you and double-checking that you did lock it before tossing your keys into your purse.Β
βYouβre so pretty,β he sighs, pushing his hand through his hair. βAnd I love your dress,β he adds. βVery pretty.β
βYeah?β
Sunghoon nods and suddenly, your group FaceTime call with Chaewon, Minjeong, and Yunjin feels like two hours well spent.Β
While you tried on every summer outfit in your wardrobe for them to judge, Minjeong gave enthusiastic reactions to Sunghoonβs tagged photos, or, rather, to Mark in Sunghoonβs tagged photos but even she was struck by the outfit you settled on. The pretty floral dress that sits at the middle of your thighs that Sunghoon canβt seem to look away from. Hopefully, youβll remember to thank them appropriately.Β
You follow him to his car where he opens the passenger door for you. Struck by the fact that this is the first time anyoneβs done that for you, and the sound of his hand rattling against the metal, you sit down, beaming up at him as he closes the door. Sunghoonβs car is neat, and tidy, and smells pleasantly of the new car scent Little Tree that hangs, completely still, from his rearview mirror. Through the clean windscreen, you watch him walk around the front of the car with pursed lips.Β
βYou like ice cream, right?β he asks when he sits down, looking over at you nervously.Β
βWho doesnβt like ice cream?βΒ
Sunghoon takes you to a little old diner themed ice cream spot with checkerboard floors and a handful of plush vinyl booths. Some of the walls have cursive LED signs that you canβt quite make out and a great big jukebox in the back corner plays What Makes You Beautiful.Β
It doesnβt surprise you that Sunghoon is quiet when itβs just you guys, but you can tell that heβs trying his best. He listens attentively to everything you have to say, nodding his head and asking thoughtful questions at all the right times; he makes you laugh more than you ever have. He practically lights up when you bring up his friends.Β
βYour friends are so cute,β you say with a smile, thinking of the change Riki had given Yunjin to buy those slushys the other day.Β
βIf you knew my friends you wouldnβt think that,β Sunghoon says, a fond smile that goes against his words spreading on his face at the mention of them. βExcept Jake,β he corrects. βJake is so cute, yes.βΒ
βI donβt think I know which one he is,β you admit. βI know Heeseung, I know Jay, Jungwon, and Riki..β you trail off, looking up at him and the smudge of ice cream on his lower lip.
βJake is the cute one,β he frowns. βYouβll know him when I show you.β Sunghoon takes his phone from his pocket, scrolling for a while. βIβm sorry, I canβt find a normal photo of all seven of us.βΒ
βJust show me whatever,β you say, looking up at him and the smudge of ice cream on his bottom lip.
Without thinking, you reach over the table, using your thumb to wipe it away. Sunghoonβs cheeks immediately flush with pink and he gulps watching you suck the ice cream from the pad of your finger.
βThanks,β he mumbles, shy, while turning his phone towards you to show the most absurdly staged photograph you think youβve ever seen. βSo, uh, Jake is.. heβs the one holding Heeseung up by his hair, and Sunooβs posing in front of Jay.β Sunghoon hands you his phone when heβs done talking.
You use the opportunity to examine the picture.Β
Jake (so cute) really does hold Heeseung up by his hair, and Sunoo (also so cute) shows the camera his pretty side profile and a thumbs up. Some other things stick out to you in the photo, a laugh making its way out of you as you notice that Jungwon isnβt there but Jay holds up a printed picture of him in his right hand. Riki sits between Jay and Jake, wearing a concerned expression about something going on off-camera. Sunghoon is in the back, holding what looks like a yoga pose on the back of the couch theyβre sitting on.Β
Happily, you let Sunghoon tell you more about his friends until the sun starts to set and the backs of your thighs stick to the vinyl seat. Not quite ready to say goodbye, you ask Sunghoon if you can go on a walk together. He seems into the idea, nodding his head and smiling down at you.Β
Walking aimlessly, the two of you maintain a neutral silence (not uncomfortable, not particularly comfortable either, just quiet), and pretend not to notice the way the backs of your hands touch, each bump longer than the last though amounting to nothing.Β
Itβs not until comforted by the smell of chemically treated water that you realise how close to the pool you are. You follow Sunghoon around a corner and see the locked gates, wondering if heβd brought you this way on purpose or just out of habit.Β
βWish it was open,β you say off-handedly, not really meaning anything by it. Like telling the person you sit beside on the first day of class that youβre so tired even though you had the best night of sleep in your life.Β
Sunghoon isnβt beside you when you look over at him, heβs a few paces behind you, standing by the gates. A mischievous smile spreads on his lips as he holds his keys in his hand, dangling them. βIt could be.βΒ
βAre we allowed to do this?β you ask nervously, watching Sunghoon twist his key in the lock.Β
βAllowed to?β he repeats, tilting his head as though the concept is foreign to him. βNo, I donβt think so.β A satisfying click sounds as the lock comes undone and Sunghoon pushes the gate open with a huge grin on his face as he gestures for you to go inside first. βAfter you.βΒ
He follows you in, shutting the gate behind him and holding out a hand for you to take; you lock your fingers with his and decide that you never want to let go. Not even after a thin layer of sweat forms between your palms.Β
The space seems so large when itβs empty like this, with the parasols closed and the lack of screaming children. Streetlights cover the area in a dim orange haze, turning it into a fuzzy dreamscape. The pool itself seems so small when you see it covered up, nothing like the ocean-wide abyss you remember it being when you were young, racing with Chaewon, or pretending like you were only playing around when you tried to drown Jaehyun.Β
βDo you wanna get in?β Sunghoon asks, his soft voice interrupting your thoughts.Β
You donβt hesitate to nod.Β
One night a week, the pool stays open until after dark, but youβve never been. So when the mechanised pool cover whirs open after Sunghoon flips the switch, youβre shocked by the lights that illuminate the still water. It makes sense that the pool would have some form of lighting for safety, but you hadnβt expected the yellowing fixtures set in the tiled walls to shine so beautifully.
βCome on,β he says, taking you by the hand again, approaching the water.Β
A part of you wants to protest when he lets go, but the words catch in your throat as he pulls his shirt over his head. Having spent the better part of most summers poolside, the sight of shirtless Sunghoon isnβt a new one though you find yourself breathless all the same. Itβs different tonight but he doesnβt seem to notice.Β
Worried youβll break the spell, you canβt bring yourself to speak. Worried youβll open your mouth and the moment might slip out from under you. These worries, however, are no match for Sunghoonβs slim waist which leaves your mouth forming an O at the sight.Β
βWow,β you whisper, awestruck.Β
Sunghoon laughs, nervously, running a hand through his hair and using the other to hold his shirt over his stomach. βDonβt do that,β he says under his breath. He drops the shirt. The rest of his clothes follow, quickly leaving him in only his tight-fitting black boxer briefs that you struggle to look away from.Β
An odd feeling starts to creep in, causing a fire in your belly β obviously from the sweet cider you had earlier, nothing at all to do with Sunghoon. Or his sculpted torso. Or his face, with his soft smile, and sparkling eyes. No oneβs ever looked at you like this before.
βWhat are you thinking about?βΒ
Those shoulders. Those lips. Kissing those lips. You gulp. βNothing.βΒ
Even though he doesnβt look like he believes you, he doesnβt press you on it. Instead, he smiles. Sunghoon turns his back to you, walking towards the poolβs edge to dip a pointed toe into the water. You like the way he hums, nodding his head as if itβs just to his liking.Β
βFeels good?β
βPerfect,β he grins, stepping into the pool.Β
A splash makes the water ripple around him β youβve never noticed itβs so clear, you can see everything. From the mosaic-like blue tiles on the pool floor and walls to the way Sunghoonβs hair moves around his head. Itβs a dazzling blue, shifting brilliantly through the whole spectrum under light from the moon, the pool, and the lampposts.Β
Considering the way youβre sweating in the sticky heat, the water even looks refreshing, so youβre not sure why you donβt move to pull your dress off; or why you canβt shake your nerves. Sunghoonβs seen you in skin-tight dresses, and skimpy bikinis, so youβre not sure why the thought of him seeing you in your underwear is spooking you so much. It could be your lack of a bra. But even then, Sunghoon isnβt going to be the first person to see your bare breasts.
Interrupting your thoughts, he bobs to the surface with closed eyes and straight lips; his dimple shows. Pushing hair from his forehead, he asks if youβre going to join him though he seems to sense your apprehension, shaking his head. βYou donβt have to take anything off,β he tells you gently. βExcept maybe your shoes and socks.βΒ
You nod, stepping out of your shoes and pulling your socks off almost robotically.Β
βItβs okay,β he smiles, comforting, reassuring, as he swims up to the edge of the pool and extends his wet hand to you. βI got you.β
You tell yourself to get out of your head, looking into Sunghoonβs sparkling eyes and feeling at ease from the way he looks up at you like youβre Godβs gift. When you reach for the bottom of your dress, he gulps, his arm falling limply against the coping. You turn away from him to pull the light fabric over your head, letting it fall in a heap next to your shoes, and Sunghoonβs looking in the other direction when you turn back around. Even with the βprivacyβ heβs afforded you by looking away, you canβt help but use your arms to cover your chest as you make your way over to the pool, sitting down on the edge and slipping into the water.Β
It is refreshing. The water is the perfect temperature as it envelops you, soothes you.
Just more than an armβs length away, Sunghoonβs form is broad. His shoulders are so wide and his back so toned that your head starts to swim. His skin, sunkissed, glowing, is dotted with pretty moles that youβve never noticed before but canβt look away from β suddenly feeling as though you could point to each one with your eyes closed.Β
With an odd half step, you reach him, letting your arms fall around his waist and pressing your chest to his back. You donβt know why you do that.
He draws a sharp breath. βHi,β he whispers after a beat.Β
βHi.βΒ
A quiet falls between you until Sunghoon mumbles, over there, while pointing towards the deep end of the pool. You swim poorly behind him and he only stops when you call out his name. Sunghoon breaks out into laughter when he sees you. For him, whoβs well into the deep end, the, now still, water might tease his chin if disrupted. For you, almost 2 metres behind, the water tickles your nose even when you stand on your tiptoes.
βWhoa,β he whispers.Β
You tilt your head back to speak. βWhat?βΒ
βYouβre just..β He pauses to gulp. βSo short.βΒ Β
Offended, you scoff. βIβm the tallest out of all my friends,β you say defensively. And untruthfully β hoping heβs never seen you standing next to Yunjin.
βAre you friends with the Lakers?β
You drift away from him, laughing as well, until the water just about reaches your armpits. He follows you. As more of his body breaches the surface, water slips from his chest, droplets and streaks glowing under the white light of the moon, completely breathtaking.
βI was so nervous about today,β he says, pushing some water towards you, his lighthearted tone gone.Β
βOh?β You pause, continuing when he nods, and push water back in his direction. βHow do you feel now?βΒ
Sunghoonβs pouty lips jerk up the corners, playful, boyish. A soft laugh slips from the space between his teeth. βIβm absolutely terrified.β His honesty draws you to him, and has you actually drifting closer in the water.
βWhatβs scaring you?βΒ
His breath seems to catch in his throat. He tilts his head while eyeing you. βAre you asking because you really donβt know?β If youβd still been splashing each other you doubt youβd have heard him talking over the water.
βDoes it matter?β
Sunghoon seems to consider this for a moment, to consider you. Despite sitting just high enough to cover your breasts, the water doesnβt do very much to conceal them and his eyes get stuck on your chest for more than a little while. He clears his throat, looking back up at your face. He doesnβt answer. Instead, he raises his hands and smacks the surface of the water between you with open palms. A big splash hits you in the face.Β
Itβs on, you think, doing the same thing to him with all the force you can muster and laugh at the yelp he lets out. Something of a splash fight ensues, both of you doing everything you can to create a bigger mess of water to attack the other with.Β
The rain starts so subtly that you donβt even notice it at first. Youβre both too busy laughing and trying to splash the other harder to think about anything else. Only when you stop to catch your breath, to rest your aching arms, do you catch the faint ripples skating across the poolβs surface. Sunghoon doesnβt relent, taking the opportunity to gain the upper hand. And the rain gets heavy fast.
βSunghoon, itβs raining, stop!β you call out, turning your face away from him. His raucous laughter makes your stomach flutter as you grab his wrist. βCome on, weβre gonna get wet, we have to go!βΒ
When you look back over at him, his smile is so wide, so sweet that you almost feel faint. Sunghoon doesnβt stop laughing, the sound is so contagious you canβt help but join in. His arms fall around your waist like itβs the most natural thing in the world to do while he cackles in front of you, you let your hands rest on his firm triceps.Β
Large droplets start hitting your lashes, clinging to them, obscuring your vision, so you bring a hand up to act like an awning above your eyes. He calls you so cute under his breath though his laughter doesnβt seem like itβs going to stop anytime soon.Β
βHoon, come on. Whatβs so funny?β
The rain is cold against your shoulders but the boy in front of you doesnβt seem to share your concerns about the sudden downpour. You lock eyes with him, and his laughter seems to get caught in his throat. Heβs still smiling but seems nervous, as though heβs only now become aware that heβs holding you so close that your naked chest is pressed against his.Β
Sunghoon clears his throat. His smile returns, as a breathy laugh makes its way from his nose. He lets his face come down towards yours, slow, cautious, and too desperate to wait, you meet his lips halfway; theyβre every bit as soft as youβd imagined.Β
As if relieved, Sunghoonβs shoulders sag and his body seems to melt into your own. Desperation, hunger hits you from all angles, lighting up your insides and leaving your skin burning under his touch. Unthinkingly, you link your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly close, almost whimpering when his tongue grazes yours.
Sunghoon tastes light and sugary, like the perfect combination of artificial strawberry and sweet coffee as his tongue moves against yours. From your mouth into his slips a dreamy sigh, while he holds onto you gently, like youβre the most delicate thing in the world; like heβs the most delicate thing. Why havenβt you been kissed like this before? So slowly, so softly, as if he means it. As if heβs kissing you for no reason other than simply wanting to kiss you.Β
Only when he pulls away to catch his breath do you regain your senses and notice how much heavier the rain has become. But your brain short circuits at the sight of him. His breathing is ragged, his chest rises and falls against yours. Water darkened hair clings to his forehead, letting beads slip from its ends to his cheekbone before slipping down the column of his neck.
Shelter is the only word you manage to say and all you can do is hope that heβs able to work out the rest. Like something from the purest depths of your imagination, Sunghoonβs kiss-bitten lips stretch into a wide smile. A giggle, the softest thing youβve ever come across, slips from his mouth while his fingers squeeze at your hips.Β
βYN,β he says, breathless. βWeβre in the pool.β
Dripping water onto the concrete under your feet, you and Sunghoon walk at snailβs pace from his car to your front door, with your linked hands swinging between your bodies.Β
The porch light diffuses dramatically over Sunghoonβs features, and somehow, even under the stark lighting, heβs still beautiful. His wet hair drips water onto his shoulders, darkening his shirt in abstract splashes around the neckline. A grin splits across his lips when he locks eyes with you, his face scrunching up and his shoulders racking up and down as he laughs to himself.Β
Itβs impossible not to join in. βWhatβs so funny?βΒ
He only shrugs in response, struggling to keep a straight face. βIβm just.. happy,β he says eventually, a tinge of uncertainty hanging from his words.Β
With shaking hands, Sunghoon grabs you by the waist and holds you close, leaning down to kiss you. As your lips move with his, the only thing you can think about is how badly you want to feel this moment forever. To feel the tremble in sweet Sunghoonβs hands as he holds onto you gently, to feel his soft hair under your fingertips, and his hard chest pressed against your body. To feel his lips curving into a smile, his forehead resting on yours as his breath fans your lips. βAre you happy too?β he asks.Β
You think youβll die if you ever forget the way it feels to like Park Sunghoon.
βYes. Very.βΒ
Through the peephole in your front door, you watch as Sunghoon stands outside, bringing a hand to his cheek, fingers grazing the spot where youβre certain your lip gloss lingers. You suppress a giggle with your hand and run up the stairs to your room where you bury your face in your pillow to muffle a squeal. You canβt remember the last time you felt so giddy over something that was happening in your own life rather than something sweet youβd read in a book or heard about from a friend.
With Chaewonβs hand in yours, and butterflies in your stomach, you make your way to the community pool for the first time in about a week. Like always, you find Sunghoonβs friends wreaking havoc in the water until.. something happens. By the time it occurs, youβve been laying poolside for about an hour, trying to convince your best friend that you liking a guy isnβt going to do anything to your friendship.Β
βYouβre not supposed to like that guy,β Chaewon whines like a child, playing with the frayed hem of her shorts. βYouβre only supposed to like me!β A sigh passes from her lips as she uses her arm to shield her eyes from the sun. βAnd Yunjin!β she adds after too long.Β
βWhat about the rest of our friends?βΒ
βAnd Kazuha, and Minjeong, and Jaehyun, anββΒ
βJaehyunβs a guy.βΒ
She seems a little thrown off by your interruption, pursing her lips before speaking. βWell, yeah, but.. heβs one of our guys. A Chaewon-approved guy.βΒ
Suddenly, the noise level reduces by at least half and you canβt help but feel alarmed, whipping your head in the direction of the pool. A quick scan tells you that nothing bad has happened, allowing you to release a breath you didnβt know you were holding. In the corner of your eye, you see Sunghoonβs friends huddled together and quickly realise that the space has only gotten so quiet because theyβre chatting at a normal volume. Huh, you think, it almost sounds like the speakers are quite good. Heeseung and Jay get out of the water, sitting up on the poolβs edge while the other four boys all stand in place, all six of them fix their eyes on something in front of them but you donβt care enough to investigate further.Β
You look back at Chaewon as a pout settles on your lips. βWhy canβt Chaewon approve of my guy?β
βWhen you say that Sunghoon is your guy, do you mean it in the same way that Yeonjun is your guy?β she asks, her tone scathing but her face concerned. βOr, the way that Asahi is your guy, or, even Yoshi?βΒ
βNo. This is different. Sunghoon is different.βΒ
You know how trite and naive you must sound, but he is different. Youβd never dated a guy whoβd pick you up right at your front door; Yeonjun and Yoshi typically sent DMs to let you know theyβd parked out front, and Asahi did nothing but honk the car horn because he found it funny. Though to call what you were doing with those guys βdatingβ would be a huge overstatement. There was Renjun from first year who was nice enough but never wanted to hang out, and Donghyuck who made you laugh but never complimented you.Β
Chaewon crinkles her nose, reaching out to hold your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. βI really hope youβre right.β
And now thereβs Sunghoon. Sunghoon who tells you that he canβt wait to see you again; who always tells you how pretty you look; who blushes when you hold his hand, who touches his cheek when you kiss it. You canβt imagine him doing anything bad to anyone. Sunghoon is different, and you hope you can be different this time too. In all the time you spend thinking, your guy shows up with a shy smile on his face with both of his hands behind his back.Β
Itβs your first time seeing him in person since your date and the sun glows against his skin, his wet hair tickling his thick brows as he stands at the foot of your chairs, watching Chaewon nervously. βHi, Chaewon,β he says after a while.
βHello!β She grins, seeming so bright and happy that you find it hard to reconcile this Chaewon with the one whoβd been clutching her chest and sliding down the walls over the fact you have a crush on the boy sheβs now being so pleasant to.Β
βI got this,β Sunghoon says, bringing his hand from behind his back to reveal a strawberry-flavoured slushy. βFor you.β He adds on, holding the drink out to your friend. While Chaewon gushes about how much she likes the mix of berries that make up her favourite flavour, Sunghoon hums and nods along while making his way to the other side of your chair. He wears a wider, more confident smile on his face while he stands over you.Β
βHi, gorgeous,β he says quietly, bringing his other hand out to give you the blue raspberry slushy heβs been holding. With his foot, Sunghoon drags a spare lounger from behind him next to yours before moving out of the way and using his hands to push it some more, making the armrest touch yours. βHey,β he smiles, taking a seat.Β
You take a grateful sip of your drink, surprised at how much better it tastes coming from him. βThank you, Hoon.β You canβt stop yourself from leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, liking the way your stomach flutters when his hand flies up to touch the spot youβd kissed.
βI like when you do that.βΒ
βThis?β you ask, kissing him again. Through squinted eyes, you notice a dusting of pink over his cheeks and take such a big sip of your slushy that every single part of your body goes numb and your head starts to hurt. Sunghoon only laughs, watching you. Itβs quiet between you for a bit until you come to. βIβm not complaining, really, but donβt you have.. lives to guard?βΒ
βIβm on break,β he says. βDo you want me to go?β His brows raise dramatically as the corners of his lips sink to the floor, a glint of something playful in his sparkling eyes.Β
You shake your head, face alighting with a grin when you remember something. βSo can I see the skating videos you promised youβd show me?βΒ
All playfulness is gone. βDid I.. promise?βΒ
βYes!β You donβt like the way he arches his brow at you. βTwo nights ago.. before you fell asleep on the phone.βΒ
He scoffs at you, playfully. βIf I remember correctly, you fell asleep on the phone,β Sunghoon says, tone accusatory. βAnd you snore.β Sunghoon lets his cheek lie flat against the chair, grinning. Heβs beautiful. And correct.
βSkating videos,β you repeat. Sunghoon rolls his eyes at you, grinning brilliantly when you laugh. βIβm serious,β you frown.Β
βYouβre cute,β he says quietly, like itβs a correction. βIβve been meaning to ask you something.β Sunghoon pauses but takes your nod as a sign to continue. βI have a thing, next Tuesday, and I was wondering if youβd want to come and see me skate in person?β His voice tips up at the end of the question.
Excitement bubbles up inside you, causing you to sit up straight in your seat, turning your body to face him. βYou want me to come?βΒ
He nods eagerly.Β
βIβll be there.βΒ
The tips of Sunghoonβs ears redden as he smiles at you, his eyes scanning your face. You canβt resist kissing him, and he doesnβt try to stop you, meeting your lips halfway. Itβs sweet as sugar and goes on until his friends start to cheer loudly and Sunghoon pulls away, shy. But he looks like he wants to kiss you again. You grab him by the cord of the whistle around his neck and pull him back towards you. Relief floods you when your lips reunite.
βIβm gonna text you later with the details, time and shit,β he mumbles against your lips before getting up to go.Β
As he retreats, he looks over his shoulder a few times, waving at you and smiling widely while he does. Until he bumps into a small child who practically topples over; Sunghoon manages to catch them in the nick of time and his neck flushes pink.Β
It doesnβt make sense to you how he could be so cute.Β
Chaewon watches you as she sips her slushy with an appreciative smile, letting out a long ahh of refreshment before putting the cup down. βChaewon approved.βΒ
It seems like your motherβs been back from work for a while when you get home. A stretchy white headband holds her hair out of her face while she stands over a pot on the stove, looking comfy in some sweatpants.
Happy to see you, she pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek. βHi, honey,β she grins.Β
She turns down your offer to help and insists on you setting the table instead, which you do happily, taking a seat when youβre done. Through her phone, she plays the music she listened to while you were growing up and sitting there, watching your mum cook while dripping chlorinated water from your hair to the kitchen floor, makes you feel a bit like a child. Like itβs 2008 and youβve come home from a day at the pool with Chaewon, who would sit across from you at the dinner table, all blunt fringe and missing teeth, talking about this brand new thing called cheesecake, while your mother made dinner for the three of you with a towel wrapped on her head, drying her wet hair.Β
As your mum fills your plate, she tells you about her day at work. Her boss was unreasonable, like always, and her office bestie took off on maternity leave. Again. She asks you about your day and pretends like she doesnβt notice the way you smile when you talk about the pool.Β
You donβt wait to tell her about Sunghoon.Β
βIs that who you went out with last week?βΒ
You cough around a grain of rice; you donβt remember mentioning him. βHow do you know?βΒ
A smile takes over her face. βBecause I watched him stand around the driveway for five minutes before he rang the bell.β You canβt help the way you laugh, it sounds like him to a tee. βWhatβs he like?βΒ
You tilt your head for a minute, thinking. βI still feel like weβre getting to know each other, you know?β Understanding, she nods her head. So, naturally, you talk for the better part of 10 minutes about Sunghoon until your food gets cold and your cheeks hurt from smiling.Β
In preparation for Sunghoonβs skating showcase, you read up on the sport and audience etiquette, and stay up late the night before making a pretty banner for him. Sleepiness plagues you when you wake up that afternoon but at least youβre happy with the way the sign came out.Β
While doing your makeup, you start to second guess your outfit choice. It was nice when you picked it last week, and it was nice when you put it on an hour ago and then back on twenty minutes ago. So, out of options, you stand in front of the mirror for the umpteenth time, sending Sunghoon a picture of your flowy off-white dress and asking if itβs okay.Β
Sunghoon, dramatic as ever, responds with a selfie, all pretty smile and red hearts drawn over his eyes. You almost want to drop dead at the sight of him. And then another message comes through, no words, just emojis. At least 40 silly little yellow faces fill the text box. Some are crying, some have heart eyes, some have starry eyes, and some are drooling. There seems to be no apparent order, and you see sprinkles of white hearts in between them.Β
sh: you look so beautiful youβre so beautiful baby
Baby, heβd said. Simple, pixelated, enough to make your heart flip in your chest.Β
sh: can i come overΒ
sh: just to loo k at you or smthΒ
you: pleaseΒ
You want to kiss him.Β
sh: ok omw .. lying i dont have time :(((Β
sh: also i fucked up my hair last night donβt laugh when you see me.Β
you: no promises ..Β
Thereβs a short queue at the reception desk when you arrive at the rink. The lobby is full of excited parents and bored teens, all eager with anticipation for the start (and end) of the summer showcase. Sunghoon had been relatively vague about the event until you called him last night, with a list of questions about it. With one question about it. The two of you chatted and laughed for hours until you got an answer.Β
When heβs not spending the day at the pool, Sunghoon volunteers to teach kids classes at the rink he grew up in. Every year, the teaching cycle runs from April to July, at which point the rink holds the summer showcase, for parents and family members to attend and see what theyβve been funding for the past four months.Β
βWe donβt normally let parents sit in on classes because itβs distracting for the kids,β he explained through a yawn. βAnd itβs the whole reason I started skating in the first place.β Sunghoon paused. You hadnβt been expecting him to stop speaking but you rubbed your eyes and mumbled oh, really? as you used a pencil to sketch out the outline of your bubble letters. βYou know, at first I thought you fell asleep, but I didnβt hear you snoring so I got a little worried,β he said, nervous.Β
βIβm still here.βΒ
He fell quiet for a beat, speaking nervously. βJust let me know if Iβm boring you, yeah?βΒ
βI could listen to you talk forever,β you admitted. βIβm having fun learning more about you.βΒ
Sunghoonβs light laughter made you bite back a giggle. βYou make me feel good about myself,β he said quietly before continuing, giving you no time to respond. βBut, yeah, I used to play hockey because I didnβt know how to talk to anyone except my parents and my one-year-old little sister, but my only friend on the hockey team invited me to go and watch him at the showcase one year and it was just.. the greatest thing Iβd ever seen.βΒ
You encouraged Sunghoon to go on, still reeling from his quiet confession, and loving the grin in his voice while he spoke about skating and the way he laughed through some stories from work. Like how on a quiet day at the pool when heβd been messing around with Heeseung, Jake, and Riki in the water, some random guy approached them.Β
βAnd this is so crazy too because we were just, like, fucking around, and the guy goes, βMy grandmother can swim faster than you,β like he yelled it and stomped away.βΒ
Worried about waking your sleeping parents, you covered your mouth while laughing, mainly from the offence you can hear in Sunghoonβs voice over something that happened in October. βWhat did you guys do after that?βΒ
βI was on shift so I clocked out and went home.βΒ
The back of the program has a picture of Sunghoon and some of the other skating coaches, but itβs hard to pay attention to them or the signup sheet at the bottom when you see the wide smile on his face; you love the photo, itβs your favourite. He looks so happy, so radiant. If the scrunch of his nose and eyes is anything to go by, he must have been laughing when the picture was taken. This detail only makes you love it even more.Β
In the corner of your eye, Jake leans against a wall, scrolling through his phone with a sheet of paper tucked under his arm. Seeing as heβs now (technically) your friend-in-law, you decide to approach him. Through the crowd of attendees waiting to be seated, he spots you as well, rushing over with the widest smile youβve ever seen on anyone. You could count his teeth.Β
Jake takes you by surprise, hugging you. βHey! Hoonβs so happy that youβre here,β he says, somehow smiling even wider. βIβm so happy that youβre here, I finally have company!βΒ
When the double doors to the rink open up, you follow Jake to what he describes as the best seats in the house. βI always sit up here, so our boy knows to look over,β he says with a smile, his eyes never leaving you. βIn case you were worried about that. Itβs kinda far, and thereβs lights, so you might have to wave a little harder than normal but, heβll see you.βΒ
You nod, smiling too. βGot it.β Jake doesnβt look away. βAre you okay?β you ask him. More out of concern for your own well-being than anything else; youβve heard of people murdering their best friendβs crushes before.Β
He chews on his lip, tilting his head. All traces of his welcoming smile have faded, replaced with a more solemn expression as he looks over your shoulder for a beat. βSunghoonβs my best friend,β he starts, and itβs hard not to picture yourself tumbling to your death down the slowly populating rows in front of you. They seem steeper now than before. βAnd heβs.. well.. you know him. Itβs just that, he really likes you, you know? And Iβm not saying this to be rude but I know about Yeonjun.. andββ Jake stops short, shooting you an apologetic look. βAnyway, I know that for some people, for you, for me, even, seeing more than one person at a time isnβt a big deal, but Hoonβs not like that.βΒ
You wait for him to continue. He doesnβt.Β
A voice booms through the tannoy, telling everyone to take their seats as the show will be starting soon.Β
Unsure what to say, you look out at the ice while Jakeβs words sink in. It might have been easier to come up with something if heβd been any less kind about it. Spoken to you in a harsher tone. You hate the idea of Sunghoon knowing about the others, even if they were before him. Hate the idea of Jake having a similar conversation with him; telling Sunghoon that heβs not trying to be rude but..
βSunghoonβs..β you pause, nervous. βHeβs the best, and I canβt imagine seeing anyone else,β you admit.Β
Jake beams, trusting you, and nods his head. βHeβs gonna love your banner,β he grins. βAnd that.. angry looking plushy you brought.βΒ
The lights cut and all of the chatter hushes in an instant. Slowly, they fade back on, as a classical piece begins. Jake bounces his leg so hard you can feel the bench rattle under you, heβs practically glowing with giddiness. Heβs like a little puppy, a golden retriever with light hair to match.Β
After a short while, a boy skates out onto the ice, tall, graceful, anβRiki? He reaches the middle of the rink and introduces himself, enthusiastically reading a script from a few cue cards and looking right up into the stands to wear you and Jake sit. Beside you, Jake cheers, raising his banner, and you crane your neck to read it (LUCKY STRAWBERRIKI), and on the ice, Riki hides his face with his hand, quickly looking at his feet before continuing with his intro.Β
You count eight tiny kids skating towards Riki, followed by Jungwon, and a line of other older skaters, Sunghoon is the last to appear, and your stomach churns with pride. All of them are dressed casually; you like Sunghoonβs straight-cut jeans and open button-up.Β
As Jake predicted, Sunghoon (and Jungwon, and Riki) look up in your general direction, and next to you, Jake struggles to hold all three posters up at once so you help him, yelling along excitedly. Itβs hard to tell from so far away but it feels like Sunghoon is staring straight at you like youβre the only two people at the rink. You feel like standing, like standing and singing HOOOOOOOOOOOON at the top of your lungs. For a moment you wonder if heβd shout back, telling you that right now he can hardly breathe. As if reading your mind, his mouth tugs up at the corners, slightly, before spreading into an ear-to-ear grin that makes your cheeks burn.Β
The entire show passes by in an adorable whirlwind, as you and Jake applaud and encourage all of the performers, gushing with one another over how cute the baby skaters (including Jungwon and Riki) are. Itβs beautiful and exciting, and youβre so happy you came.Β
But time seems to stop when Sunghoon returns. Jake cheers loudly for him when he skates out; you canβt bring yourself to do the same.Β
He comes to a stop in the middle of the rink, looking right up at the two of you. Jake waves his poster and raises yours too, seeming to notice the way youβre stuck to the spot. Sunghoon smiles, and somehow, heβs even more beautiful than you remembered.Β
Graceful, elegant, Sunghoon glides on the ice when the music starts, immediately skating into a jump β you watch with held breath. He spins once, his arms tucked neatly by his sides, his hair fanning out around his head. Another spin, beautiful, clean. In the seats around you, people are cheering, you can hear them clear as day but the only person you see is Sunghoon whoβs turning into his third rotation; the last. He sticks the landing, and an eternity has passed by as you let a sigh of relief slip out.Β
Each jump is more gorgeous than the last, though seems to go on forever β youβre nervous as if itβs you on the ice.Β
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you watch as he skates beautifully, executing smooth spins and controlled turns. You donβt think you could look away from him if you tried β this must be what people mean when they say someone was born for something. Even in the casual setting, he looks like a professional, just as stable and fluid as he was in the videos youβd watched.Β
The music fades out, his performance is done, and you find yourself thankful for the fact that no oneβs sitting behind you as you stand up. Jake does the same. Both of you hold your banners up for him to see, cheering louder than anyone else. Sunghoon raises a hand to wave at you. You wave back excitedly, getting a little flustered by the girl sitting a few rows ahead of you who turns around, smiling dreamily at Jake and rolling her eyes at you.
After bowing politely, Sunghoon looks back up at you, and you canβt help but blow him a kiss, only feeling silly about it when Jake nudges you with a goofy smile. You watch as Sunghoon raises his right hand for a beat, shifting a little on his skates before reaching out ahead of him, catching the flying kiss.Β
Butterflies run rampant in your stomach when he holds his hand, and your kiss, over his heart.
As the show ends, you chat with Jake for a bit, gushing over the performances together as the audience clears out, and you trudge slowly down the stairs and back into the lobby. Itβs nice chatting with him, seeing the way his face lights up as he talks so excitedly and passionately about his friends.Β
You understand why Sunghoon likes him so much.
Sunghoon shows up at the other end of the lobby space, a vision in purple-tinted hair. You have to tell yourself to keep your feet planted on the spot for fear of literally running into his arms. He doesnβt seem to share the same sentiment, thank God, jogging through the lobby, dipping and dodging people as best and as fast as he can to reach you.Β
He hugs you. Holds you tight. βIβm so glad youβre here,β he says, quietly, only for you.Β
In your chest, your heart seems to grow tiny fists that throw a million punches a minute. Your brain scrambles for the words to say but you canβt come up with anything, hoping that the tightness of your arms around him lets him know that youβre glad to be here.Β
He lets go of you, beaming, and moves to dap up Jake, asking his friend if heβs aware that heβs taking Jungwon and Riki go-karting tonight.Β
βIβm doing what?βΒ
βYeah, they wanted me to take them but Iβm busy.βΒ
βBusy doing what?β Jake asks conspiratorially, arching a brow. He glances sideways at you, and canβt hold back his laughter.Β
Sunghoon sets his jaw, punching Jake in the stomach. βGrow up,β he mutters, stifling a laugh of his own.Β
You laugh too, partially at what Jake said, mostly at the way he keels over, clutching his stomach, a long groan passing from his lips. Sunghoonβs brows raise when you hand him the banner. βLook what I made for you.βΒ
βI saw you holding it earlier, baby, I love it,β he says, beaming at you as he reads over it again. βYou did such a good job. Can I take it home?β His eyes sparkle when he looks up at you. Your heart cinches in your chest.Β
βOf course.β
Next to you, Jake holds out the banner he made. βDo you wanna take mine home?βΒ
Sunghoon doesnβt even spare him a glance. βRecycle it,β he says.Β
Jake tilts his head, confused. A loud huh comes out as he raises his brows. βI make a banner for you every single year and every single time you turn your nose up at it. But here comes a pretty girl and all of a sudden you love banners. Really, Sunghoon? You love it?β He pauses to let out a laugh, incredulous, seeming not to care about the few people that have turned over in your direction. βI canβt stand you.β Jakeβs voice is whiny and hard to take seriously.
βI donβt love banners, I love this banner,β Sunghoon corrects, using his hand to shove Jakeβs shoulder before holding the banner up over his chest.Β
Amused, you watch the two boys bicker for a bit before Jake cuts Sunghoon off mid-sentence, raising his hands, muttering the word whatever.
Sunghoon seems sceptical of Badtz-Maru when you hand him over. He holds the plushy in his hand, eyeing it suspiciously before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. βHeβs cute, baby, really, but whyβd you pick the worldβs unhappiest penguin?β
βHe reminded me of you.β Sunghoonβs jaw drops, brows knitting together as he tilts his head, all while Jake struggles to stifle a laugh. βBecause heβs from Gorgeoustown,β you add, your heart singing when Sunghoon kisses the top of your head, and you canβt resist letting your arms wrap around his waist.Β
Compliments flow out of you like water from a fountain when Jungwon and Riki join your little group outside. Jungwon, with deep dimples and flushed cheeks, shyly mumbles variations of thank you, and I appreciate that while shifting from one foot to the other. Riki glows with pride, standing up straighter, and asking you what else you liked about his performance.Β
The sun feels nice on your arms as you watch the two play a very intense, high-stakes game of rock, paper, scissors for the front seat of Jakeβs car. Theyβre playing best of five and getting ready to begin the third, and possibly final round. Riki has two wins under his belt, itβs not looking good for Jungwon whose breathing has become heavy. Heβs taken off his hoodie and is stretching his arms in preparation.Β
You start a countdown from three and laugh so hard your stomach starts to hurt when Jungwon throws a losing rock against Rikiβs paper, the oldest boy falling to his knees on the pavement and holding his head in his hands. Riki jumps higher than he had on the ice, embracing Jake in a tight hug, overjoyed by the victory while Jungwon groans.Β
βLetβs hang out,β Sunghoon says as you walk to his car.Β
Squeezing his hand, you nod and try not to melt on the concrete when he opens the car door for you. βWhat do you normally do after skating?βΒ
Sunghoon seems to think about your question for a while, tilting his head to the side as a fond smile pulls at the corners of his lips. βMy parents would always take me out for dessert after competitions, or the next day if it was too late.βΒ
βWell, what do you think, Hoon? Is it too late for dessert?βΒ
Giddy in a way youβve never seen him, he shakes his head in response. And in his car, he hums along to the radio, gingerly resting his hand on your bare knee.Β
Sunghoon takes you to a dessert spot by Chaewonβs house, a fairly popular family-owned establishment that serves her favourite cheesecake. You sink into your seat over the table from him, in a slightly stiff booth with a tall back that makes it seem like itβs just you two and a coffee shop chatter Youtube video playing on a loop.Β
βWhat are you having, baby?β he asks, drumming his fingers against the laminated menu.Β
Knowing that Chaewon is coming over later, you let your eyes fall to the ice cream selection, reading the names of all 27 flavours and still settling on the only flavour you ever order here. βCookie dough,β you say, reaching across the table to point at it on his menu.Β
βAnd?βΒ
βAnd nothing.βΒ
His brows furrow. βYouβre only getting ice cream?βΒ
βI mean, itβll probably come in a cup, with a spoon,β you say, liking the way Sunghoon laughs at your stupid comment. βChaewonβs staying over tonight so I donβt wanna fill up too much before dinner. Iβll order some cheesecake to take away when weβre done though, itβs her favourite,β you explain.Β
He nods his head. βWe can share my tiramisu.βΒ
Itβs only after a conversation with Jake later on that you realise how big of a deal this is.
The two of you only manage to stop chatting and laughing when a girl with a cute bow in her hair and a smile on her face comes to ask if youβre ready to order. Across from you, Sunghoon orders a slice of tiramisu and a 3-scoop cup of coffee-flavoured ice cream. He runs a big hand through his hair and clears his throat, cheeks covered in pink as he asks if it would be okay for us to get a milkshake, to share, so, like, one milkshake, but then with two straws? Her eyes flick between the two of you and she grins, nodding her head but Sunghoon doesnβt go on.Β
βA strawberry milkshake, please,β you say, watching the waitress take note of it before saying sheβll be right back.Β
More than anyone youβve ever met, Sunghoon loves tiramisu; he adores it. He lets you take the first spoon, and itβs delicious so you donβt have to fake your reaction when you try it. Sunghoon lights up with childlike excitement as he tries the second spoonful, his eyes widening as he hums around the dessert, shaking his head a little out of genuine enjoyment.Β
Surprisingly, heβs able to tell you about the origins of the word (stems from the Italian tira mi su or pick me up), and shares a fond memory of the first time he tried it β he was 9 years old and choked on the cocoa powder on top.Β Β
Sunghoon takes the first sip from the tall glass that sits between you both, you gulp at the sight of his lips wrapping around the straw and need to try it too. Your noses bump a little when you lean in, and, with sweet strawberry coating your tongue, you canβt help but giggle.
As youβd been expecting, your cookie dough ice cream is delicious and after a while, you use your tiny plastic spoon to scrape the sides of your cup and ignore the way Sunghoon laughs at you. Even when heβs mocking you, he still makes your stomach flutter.
βI can get you more if you want,β he offers with a wide smile.Β
You shake your head. Sunghoon frowns, watching you collect the last pitiful scrapings before eating them. βYou were so pretty today,β you tell him around the spoon.
βDid you think I was ugly before?βΒ
βExtremely.β His face scrunches up with laughter, showing off his dimple and his fangs. βYou must have practised forever,β you add, distracted.
Sunghoon shrugs, reaching his hand across the table to play with your fingers. βIn a way I did but not really,β he says vaguely, using his nail to draw a circle in the palm of your hand. βI donβt plan anything for the showcase, itβs just meant for fun, you know? I just go out and do what feels right on the day β so, I guess Iβve been practising for the last 13 years.βΒ
Completely awestruck, you utter a quiet βwowβ and giggle when he pinches your hand.Β
βWhatβre you and Chaewon gonna do later?β he asks, changing the subject.
You let him. At the mention of your best friend, a smile teases at your lips and Sunghoon matches it, beaming sweetly at you, looking forward to what you have to say. βIβm gonna cut her hair.βΒ
βReally?β Your heart thuds at the genuine interest in his tone. βDo you always cut it for her?β
βNo,β you pout. βIβve never cut anyoneβs hair.β
βNot even your own?β Sunghoon laughs when you shake your head. βWow, she must really trust you.β
Itβs your turn to shrug. βWeβre best friends.β
βSheβs lucky.βΒ
A chuckle slips out of you and you scrunch your nose. βMe too.βΒ
When he sees the waitress approaching, Sunghoon stacks your dishes to help out, handing them over to her with a soft smile. βWould we be able to get two slices of cheesecake?β he asks. βTo go?β
βSure, what flavour?β
βVanilla, please.βΒ
Eunchae, as you read from her nametag, makes a face, pulling air through her teeth. βThe vanillaβs gonna be about an hour wait.βΒ
Sunghoon pales, looking at you. βThatβs alright,β you say, smiling.Β
βIs there anything else I can get for you?β
Sunghoon shakes his head, asking only for the bill. The two of you go back and forth on it and you practically beg him to let you pay. You put up a good fight, only backing down because he renders you speechless, shaking his head and saying: Iβm not gonna take my girl on a date then make her pay.Β
His girl hides her face with her hands, flustered.Β
He laughs.Β
A beat passes before he stands up, holding a hand out and asking you to go with him to the photo booth. With a smile, you slip your hand into his, allowing him to tug you towards it. Behind the curtain, he wraps his arm around your waist, leaning forward to pay. The two of you agree that youβll take a set for him to keep and one for you. On the screen, a countdown starts from 4, and you almost feel under pressure.Β
Posing for the first picture is a little awkward; you watch as Sunghoon puffs out his cheeks, poking one, and suppress your smile to copy. The second isnβt much better; you both grin and hold up peace signs. As you pose for the third, you can feel Sunghoonβs eyes burning holes in the side of your face, can see him on the screen, staring as you look at yourself ahead but canβt bring yourself to look at him.Β
The countdown reaches 2 and he holds you closer. His lips touch your cheek when the screen says 1 and you grin when the picture is taken. Sunghoonβs gaze is soft when you look at him. His hand touches your cheek, heavy on your skin, as he leans in to kiss you. Youβve never been kissed in a photo booth before and your heart beats in the back of your throat when the screen flashes, taking the last photo.Β
He sticks his head out of the curtain to collect the 4-cut and cringes a little. βGod, we look so stiff in the first two,β he complains.Β
βI love them,β you say, taking the photo set from his hand. βTheyβre perfect.β You mean it. The visible awkwardness that you can feel through the frame is endearing to you, and you like the gradual transition into comfort as the photos progress.Β
He looks at you with disbelieving eyes and pays for the next set.Β
When you reach your table again, Sunghoon slides into the booth next to you, letting his arm rest over your shoulders, and heβs just as sweet as the tiramisu you tasted on his lips.Β
With full bellies and two slices of cheesecake packaged in a pretty yellow box, you head back to his car, where he clips his photo set to the sun visor. You canβt help but lean over the centre console to kiss him again. When you pull away from him, you swear his eyes dart to the backseat, but the moment goes by as quickly as it happens so you must have been imagining things. He drives you home with the radio playing lowly, and his fingers locked with yours.Β
On your doorstep, Sunghoon kisses you goodbye, biting at your bottom lip and grabbing your ass. Heβs never kissed you like this before. You donβt think you were making things up earlier. βI really like your dress,β he tells you quietly, his lips brushing yours.Β
Suddenly nervous, you mumble a thank you.Β
βI like everything you wear, but this dress?β Sunghoon pulls away from you, just enough to rake his eyes down your body before holding you close. βYouβre beautiful,β he whispers, holding your cheek in his palm before kissing you again.Β Β
A few hours later, Chaewon stands on a towel in the bathroom, between you and the mirror while your right hand shakes over a pair of scissors. βAre you sure about this?β
She nods her head. βIt doesnβt need to be neat, it just needs to be short,β she assures you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror. Despite only just passing her shoulders, Chaewonβs hair is the longest you think youβve ever seen it. βI wanted to grow it out, like Kazuhaβs, but I hate the way it feels on my skin.β Freshly washed, her hair is just beyond damp and darkening her pink t-shirt.Β
You gulp, nervous. βHow about you sit down?βΒ
She nods, saying itβs a good call.Β
Chaewon sits on a towel in your bedroom, between you and your full-length mirror while your right hand shakes over a pair of scissors. Before you grab them, you move her hair over her shoulders just so she can tell you once more to give her a chin-length bob.Β
She does. You nod.Β
Releasing a deep breath you make the first cut, and the sound of the blades slicing through her hair leaves goosebumps forming on your arms. Wet and slightly clumped together, the remaining hair falls from your hold and smacks her ear. You hold your breath as she runs her fingers through it.Β
βItβs even!βΒ
βI only cut one part, Wonie.β
βYeah, but you did good!β Her eyes meet yours in the mirror and she grins. βKeep going, keep going!βΒ
The other three sections generate similar reactions, and you keep having to tell her to sit still while you try to trim her hair.Β
Chaewon claps her hands when you finish, running her fingers through her βnewβ bob. βI love it!β she squeals, beaming at your reflection. βItβs perfect.β She turns around on the spot to fling her arms at you, appreciative, wrapping you up in her familiar, soft scent.Β
The two of you sit on the couch, as Gossip Girl plays on the TV. For the duration of an entire episode, Chaewon turns her head gently from left to right, her short hair fanning out around her, with a light smile on her face as she does so. You only manage to look away from her when you remember the cheesecake, getting up from your seat abruptly, and excusing yourself.Β
As you enter the kitchen, you check your phone, grinning at the sight of a few texts from Sunghoon. You open the fridge as you unlock your phone, clicking on the notification as you take the box of dessert out. Giggles fall out of you at the first message: a cute bed selfie, with his plushy tucked under his arm.Β
sh: no way
sh: he smells like you :o
sh: are we seeing each other tmrw?Β
sh: (say yes)Β
It doesnβt make sense to you that Sunghoon is as cute as he is β you have to put the cheesecake down to relax.Β
you: noooooooooo ur so cute
you: i gave him some perfume :o and iβm w wonie tn and tmrw but another time
you: talk later hoonie!Β
The sight of the box in your hand makes Chaewon spring out of her seat, covering her mouth with her hands as she does a cute happy dance, prompting you to set the cake down on the coffee table to join her. Tired out, you slump back onto the couch after a while, smiling when she hands over your plate before sitting next to you.Β
With a fond smile, you pull your knees to your chest, watching as Chaewon says: You know you love me, xoxo, Gossip Girl, in perfect sync with Kristen Bell. She grins to herself before taking a forkful of cheesecake to her mouth, moaning around the utensil.Β
Youβve never known anyone to like dessert as much as her, and a grin forms on its own as you remember the way Sunghoon had done almost the same thing with tiramisu only hours earlier. Being an avid hater of tiramisu, you wonder how Chaewon might react if you told her, before focusing on your slice and the gorgeous face of Leighton Meester.Β
The two of you must sit through four episodes, before you sleepily lean into her, telling her she can finish off your piece of cake that sheβs been eyeing hungrily since she finished hers approximately 15 Gossip Girl blasts ago. She watches you from the counter while you wash the dishes, thanking you again for the cake.Β
Later that night β when she thinks youβre asleep β Chaewon presses a soft kiss to your cheek. βIβve never had a friend like you before,β she whispers, turning over in bed and grabbing your hand. You donβt know what to do when you hear her sniffling next to you.Β
Salt air and sun cream skate around you β the only things you can smell over the oil soaked chips you share with Chaewon at the beach. Heavy trainers weigh down each corner of the fitted bed sheet underneath you and Chaewon as you watch the wind push clouds through the too-blue sky. Drunk on cider, she laughs to herself, pointing above you. βThat one kinda looks like Sunghoonβs friend, right?β
βWhich one?β you ask, moving your head to see exactly what sheβs pointing at. Youβre not sure if youβre asking which friend or which cloud.Β
βThat one, like Jay.β
Laughter hits you immediately. Sheβs absolutely right. A triangular mass in the sky leaves you both cackling and rolling around.Β
Same as the sand through your fingers, three weeks slip by. You and Sunghoon take more pictures in photo booths and struggle to stop kissing each other. He clasps your necklaces, and puts sunscreen on your back; you hug him from behind and take naps in the park with your head on his chest. Sunghoon makes daisy chains to sit in your hair, and puffy paper stars to fill a jar in your desk. You take his little sister for ice cream and braid her hair when she asks you.Β
Tonight however, completely spent from a day of shopping with your mum and Chaewon, the three of you sat on the couch, all eating your bodyweight in cheesecake and crying over the ending of How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days.Β Β
After youβve all recovered, your mum watches from the car as you hug Chaewon on her doorstep and you fall asleep in the passenger seat on the ride home. No longer small enough to be carried up to your room, you drag your feet to the bed where you fall asleep as soon as your body hits the mattress. But a phone call from Kazuha disrupts your slumber.Β
βAre you going to the pool tomorrow?β she asks, sounding alarmingly awake for 4:57 a.m.Β
βTomorrow, today, or tomorrow, tomorrow?βΒ
βLike,β she pauses, you can picture her running a hand through her hair as she thinks. βIn a few hours, I guess.βΒ
You hum down the phone.Β
βWe can go together!β The smile in her voice is audible. βOh, Jay likes YJ. Did I tell you? And fuck, Lee Heeseung is so annoying.βΒ
βNo, heβs not,β you say defensively, slightly rattled by the fact that she woke you up in the middle of the night to shit on your boyβs best friend.
Kazuha scoffs. βSure.β The line falls quiet for a beat. βHeβs not actually annoying, I was just trying to announce that I have a crush on him.β Of course she was.Β
βHeeseung seems like a great guy and Iβm really happy for you, but letβs talk at the pool, okay?βΒ
βTalk at the pool!β she chirps, cutting the phone.Β
You donβt manage to get back to sleep.Β
At the pool, Kazuha says youβre beautiful when you pull your t-shirt over your head and cuts you off before you get to thank her, going on a tangent about how badly she wants to nap but doesnβt want to tan unevenly. Or sleep for too long that her face gets puffy. You take your mission seriously, using your phone to set timers and waking her up each time it goes off despite the way she grumbles at you.Β
Riki runs over to tell you to watch him before running away and flipping into the water. Your praise doesnβt seem to get old, but the flips donβt either, each one just as clean and impressive as the ones before.Β
Kazuhaβs on her 4th rotation when you find yourself wandering over to the concession stand, in the mood for something sweet after being tempted by the scent of baking dough wafting over the pool. But as you get further and further ahead in line, you eventually decide you only want a lollipop, and there are only two people in front of you when you realise you left your phone in your chair and wonβt be able to pay.
As if sent from heaven, someone taps you on the shoulder, but youβre met with no one when you look to your left; Sunghoonβs laugh is adorable on the other side of you, contagious when he bumps your hip with his.Β
βHi, baby,β you say, looking up at him. He has a white towel on his head, covering his forehead and tucked behind his ears. βIs there a reason you have this on?β you ask him, touching the damp fabric that sits on his shoulders.Β Β
βWhat, Iβm not allowed to dry my hair?βΒ
βIβm not allowed to be curious?βΒ
Sunghoon gently flicks your forehead and you pretend it hurts.Β
Like Hannah Montana, he hooks his fingers under the front of the towel, pulling the βwigβ off to reveal his luscious (and soaking wet) locks of dark hair. A gasp falls from your lips as your hand flies up to cover your mouth. Having essentially grown up with Sunghoon, or rather, grown up adjacent to Sunghoon, him having black hair isnβt anything new. But itβs definitely something youβre fond of. Fond of him and the way his dark hair only brings out his features, matching his thick brows and the hard lines of his face.Β
βDo you like it?β he asks.Β
You love it. βWhat are you gonna do if I donβt?β you ask, pushing some of his hair from his forehead.Β
βBuzzcut.βΒ
With a worried look on his face, he lets you use both hands to cover his hair and imagine it. βAre you laughing because Iβm so devastatingly gorgeous with black hair or because Iβm about to buzz my head?β Laughter bubbles in your chest, as his hair flops back over his forehead. βWait, baby, no.β A deep pout settles on his lips. βYou actually donβt like it?βΒ
βI love it, you know I love it.βΒ
Sunghoon lets you compliment him until you reach the front of the line when he talks with the person on shift. He uses his phone to pay for what you want, and seeing your smiling face on his lock screen makes your cheeks burn while you hide your face in his back, arms locked limply around his waist.Β
The two of you only leave the stand when the line behind you builds up, standing in the shade next to it. He watches you unwrap the candy and raises a brow when you hold it out to him. βFirst lick?β
He shakes his head.Β
βCome on, Hoonie,β you tease, letting your hand rest on his arm, liking the way it tenses under your touch. βI know you want a taste.βΒ
His eyes drop to your chest for a split second, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he lifts his gaze. βYou have no idea,β he mumbles before opening his mouth a little, leaning down towards you. His lips are slightly parted and very tempting as they wrap around the lollipop.Β
βGood?β
Sunghoonβs eyes lock with yours as he sucks on the candy. βVery,β he says, the word coming out kind of garbled around it before letting you take it back. You watch him chew on his lip, humming to himself at the lingering taste of your lolly.Β
The cola flavour hits your tongue immediately and you like the way Sunghoon gulps as he watches you, struggling to maintain the eye contact youβd had a moment earlier. You donβt take nearly as long as he did, pulling the lolly from your lips with a satisfying pop before smiling up at him, sickly sweet. βVery good indeed,β you echo him, letting the candy rest between your lips before you turn to walk away. Sunghoon follows, thankfully. Heading back over to where youβd been sitting, you find Kazuhaβs chair empty.Β
A shriek over your shoulder locates her like a pin on a map.Β
In the pool, you see her sitting on Heeseungβs shoulders cackling as she pushes Sunoo over so hard that Jay, whose shoulders heβs sitting on, falls too. Gleefully, she leans back, falling into the water only to resurface and find her way into Heeseungβs arms. You stop walking when she tilts her head up to kiss him. Oh? Sunghoon walks right into your back. The kiss is short, not much more than a peck really, she pulls away with a grin on her face, swimming to the edge of the pool and Heeseungβs ears turn red as he watches her.Β
Against your own, Sunghoonβs skin is warm, slick almost from what you think is a combination of pool water, sweat, and sunscreen. You hate yourself for liking it. His hardening dick presses against you, and your heart swells β some frenzied mix of feeling flattered, and horniness, you assume. A flame burns in your stomach, hot, blue. Neither of you moves for a while, long enough for Kazuha to walk over to your seats and scrunch her hair with a t-shirt.Β
Sunghoon exhales shakily when you lean into him, resting the back of your head on his chest and holding the lollipop by the stick. βYou okay?β you ask, voice nothing more than a whisper.Β
His head dips, breath fanning your neck as he kisses your shoulder. βIβm sorry,β he mumbles against your skin before standing up straight. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding you close. βDo you wanna come over tomorrow?β he asks, words coming out as one. βMy familyβs on vacation.β His cock twitches against you when he says it.Β
βThey are?βΒ
βMm, they leave tomorrow morning.β
A breathy laugh comes from your nose as you step away from his body, turning around to look at him. Not so subtly, he takes the towel from his shoulder and holds it in his hand, covering himself. A proper laugh falls from your lips, your head tipping back a bit.Β
βWhat if I wanna come today?β you ask, raising a brow. βTonight even?βΒ
βTonight? I can call you if you wanna come tonight.βΒ
You have a feeling that the two of you are talking about entirely different things.
βPick me up?βΒ
βAlways.βΒ
Sunghoonβs bedroom is exceptionally neat. Everything on his desk (his PC set up and a notebook) is placed precisely, and thereβs nothing on the floor except for his furniture and a giant 8-ball rug. His off-white walls are completely bare, save for three posters above his desk; your favourite is a handmade (you think) white poster that reads Thereβs No Planet B in slightly messy block capitals, which sits between blown up pictures of Childish Gambino, and SZA. Underneath the perfectly aligned posters, stuck right above his monitor are the words: Figure skating prince, Park Sunghoon! Youβre the best! with a bright red lipstick kiss in the corner; your heart does a triple axel at the sight.Β
He stands in the middle of his open doorway like he has been for the past two minutes, watching you admire the medals that sit in a display case on a floating shelf. In 2015 he took home a gold medal from the Lombardia Trophy, and another from the Asian Open Trophy. The two silver medals beside them tell you that he continued to do well at the Asian Open Trophy in the two years that followed.
Along with the Sunghoon you saw today, tiny Sunghoon skates through your mind, so impressive and so young. The quiet boy who often missed class. Whoβd fall asleep with his face in a textbook during the classes he did attend. Who youβd let borrow your notes after days of absence, and who wordlessly thanked you with a carton of banana milk each time. How didnβt you know about all of this?Β Beyond awestruck by his accomplishments, you look over your shoulder to ask him about it.Β
Sunghoon only shrugs. βI was okay.β
βYou were okay?β You canβt help but scoff at him. βIβve seen the videos, Sunghoon. Iβve seen you in person, youβre.. amazing.β The word feels like an understatement. βI donβt know very much about skating but youβre breathtaking.β
βThank you,β he says, looking at his feet.Β
βHave you thought about the Olympics?β you ask seriously. You get ready to apologise when you watch him purse his lips to the side, making you worry youβve touched a nerveβBut Sunghoon speaks before you have the chance.Β
βI used to train with the Olympic team but it was too much pressure for me, and I much prefer coaching nowadays, itβs, like, the perfect way for me to feel all the joy of skating and absolutely none of the stress.β The fond smile on his face makes you think he means it.
It almost feels wrong to sit on his neatly made bed but you take a seat on its edge anyway, desperate for one of you to at least look comfortable in this situation. BaMa sits between his pillows and you canβt help but smile at the penguin who stares back at you, unimpressed. Sunghoon stays in place. From where youβre sitting, itβd be difficult to miss the way his eyes widen, stuck on you as he chews on his bottom lip. βAre you okay?β you ask him after a while, starting to feel awkward under his stare.Β
For a split second, Sunghoon presses his lips into a straight line that shows his dimple before shrugging. βIβve never brought a girl to my room before. I donβt know what weβre supposed to do,β he says, fixing his gaze on the wall behind you.Β
βThe only thing weβre supposed to do is whatever you want. Whatever youβre comfortable with.β
Sunghoon looks at you, thinking. βWe should kiss,β he blurts out.Β
βThatβs what you want?β
βBadly.β But he doesnβt move.Β
You wait it out a little, counting thirty whole seconds with no sign of movement from him. βHowβre you gonna kiss me from over there?βΒ
A gorgeous grin takes over his face. Sunghoon closes the door behind him, crossing the room in a few paces to sit beside you. With some hesitation he pats his lap, struggling to meet your eyes while he does so. Your insides feel like a shaken bottle of Coke when you straddle him, and you can hear him exhale shakily at the way your dress hitches up, showing off your bare thighs. Sunghoonβs thighs are firm underneath you, his pants soft against your skin. Itβs no use trying not to think about riding his thigh or riding him. But try as you might, your efforts donβt stand a chance against the feeling of him hardening under you.
His lips catch yours in a gentle kiss. You can feel the way he smiles, feel a giggle, light, airy, passing from his mouth into yours. Itβs hard not to smile too. His fists clench behind you, bunching up the fabric of your dress in his palms desperately. Hard and thick, his cock presses against your core. You moan and Sunghoon all but freezes, his hands releasing your dress.Β Β
Barely a second passes before he grabs you again, leaning back against the bed without breaking the kiss for anything, until you need to catch your breath and you pull away, sitting back in his lap with your hands resting on his toned stomach. You instinctively grind down on him when his cock twitches under you.
From your seat you can see the way his eyes widen when you do, see his Adamβs apple bob in his throat when he gulps. Or maybe the gulp came first; itβs hard to say. Either way, you donβt think you care. He sighs, relieved when you rock your hips against his for a second time.Β
Sunghoon looks like sin the third time you do it, groaning and sitting up on his elbows, looking at you through lidded eyes, sighing through pouty lips. βIβm not ready to have sex yet.βΒ
You freeze in place. βThatβs okay.βΒ
βIβm sorry.βΒ
βDonβt apologise, thereβs nothing to be sorry for. Iβm ready when you are.βΒ
βI just feel bad that you came all the way over here for nothing.β
Looking down at Sunghoon with all of the uncertainty on his face makes your stomach twist. You wish he knew how much you like being with him; like spending time with him. Wish he knew how nice it was to spend the day sitting by the pool and just getting to look at him. How nice it was to eat fruit in the park with him. To talk about nothing on the phone before bed. You rest a hand on his cheek, melting when his fingers wrap around your wrist and his thumb strokes the back of your hand. βHoon, Iβm not here because I wanna have sex with you, Iβm here because I like you.β This thing youβve felt for weeks, lived with and nurtured seems so foreign now that youβve put it into words.Β
The smile on his sweet face almost has you saying it again, and again, if for no other reason than seeing the way his fangs peek out at you, or how his eyes crinkle up into crescents, or hearing how he laughs, breathy, happy.Β Sunghoon moves his head to kiss your palm. βI like you,β he says into your skin, mumbling like itβs a secret. βAnd I like being with you.βΒ Β
Even though Sunghoon saying he likes you feels a bit like a toddler telling you they canβt read, the statement shocks you. You knew he liked you, there wasnβt a shadow of a doubt this entire time, but hearing the words, feeling the shape of them against your palm makes his feelings for you seem tangible; so vivid; so thick. Like moisturiser sinking into your pores.Β
He moves his head a little so your hand cups his cheek again. He smiles, soft, shy, Sunghoon. βYou do.. eventually want that though, right?β The way his brows knit together when he asks is so cute that you canβt help but laugh a little. βLike, to have sex with me,β he adds.Β
βYes, when youβre ready.βΒ
βIβm ready to do.. other things,β he says, voice dwindling into a shy whisper.Β
Curiosity piqued, you arch a brow. βYeah?β Sunghoon nods. You press on. βOther things like..βΒ
A beat passes, and Sunghoon doesnβt speak.Β
Instead, he opts to pull you down close to his chest, turning the two of you over. My God. His thin silver chain slips out of his shirt, swinging over your face just a bit, his light hair tickles your skin. You think youβd be happy if you died like this. With his bottom lip pinned between his teeth, his eyes scan your face, locking on your parted lips. His fingernail traces shapes on your hip, you immediately notice how blunt it is now compared to yesterday at the pool and canβt help but smile. Sunghoon moves his hand, his fingertips ghosting over your skin until he reaches the top of your panties.Β
βIs this okay?β he asks.Β
You nod, smiling, eager. You think you might die like this.Β
His finger is long and thick, rubbing devastatingly slow circles on your clit through your underwear. Sunghoon puts a little pressure on it, just enough to please you yet still leave you wanting more. He slips a finger into your hole, pressing a kiss to your lips and catching your gasp in his mouth.Β
βWhat got you so wet, baby?βΒ
Thereβs something about hearing these words from Sunghoon that makes them sound new, makes them sound fresh; alluring. Makes you want to cum on the spot when you answer. βYou did.β Quickly, you learn that the way his lips quirk up into a smile also makes you want to cum on the spot.
You try to focus on the feeling of his tongue on yours, on the loud, wet sound of your lips smacking together, on anything other than how much better one of his fingers feels than two of yours. How much better he fills you up. How quickly he finds your spot and presses on it. A surge of pleasure licks down your spine, causing you to yelp. Kissing becomes hard fast, but if the way he moves his head to your suck lightly at your neck is anything to go by, he doesnβt mind.
He bites and he nips and he kisses the tender skin to soothe you, all while pushing a second finger into you. Time stops at the stretch and you arch your back towards the ceiling. He passes a breathy laugh; calls you cute. Your thighs press together around his hand.Β
Leaning up from your skin, he makes a scissor motion with his fingers to work you open, studying the way your eyes screw shut, liking the way you gasp. His head dips back down beside yours, hair tickling your face. You can feel his lips graze your skin, breath fanning your ear.Β
βI canβt stop imagining how you might taste,β Sunghoon whispers. βYou gonna let me find out?βΒ
Your dress is bunched up around your waist, and if it wasnβt for all the material, you might have been able to see the trail of spit and love bites that Sunghoon had left on your stomach. Youβll have no choice but to wear one-pieces and full-length shirts for at least a week. Thereβs a smile on his face as he looks up at you from between your thighs.Β
Sunghoon kisses the dark spot on your panties, holding the wet fabric between his lips, tasting you. A quiet moan slips from him, and your body jolts involuntarily, a chill inching up your spine. His fingers hook on the sides of your underwear and he looks up at you, smiling when you nod your head, pulling them down when you lift your hips. With all that material out of the way, he can finally see your pussy, and the word fuck comes tumbling from his lips before he groans. βSo pretty, youβre so pretty, YN.β
He buries his face between your thighs to press light kisses to your clit, pecking it sweetly. Your body buzzes from the contact. βShit,β you sigh at the feeling of him licking a strip from your dripping hole back up to your clit.Β
βMy God,β he whispers, licking his lips. He presses his tongue against you, lapping up your wetness and humming appreciatively. Sunghoonβs eyes flutter shut when he holds your swollen clit between his lips, sucking on it, licking at it, slowly, passionately, the way he kisses your mouth. His movements make you jolt and he chuckles against you, a delicious vibration running along your cunt.
Unable to fully express how you feel, you settle with saying so good through a whine. A match strikes a flame in your stomach when Sunghoon moves his head down a little, letting his tongue tease your hole, his nose bumps your clit and he moans into you when you clench around the tip of his tongue. You canβt help but grip his hair to hold him in place, hoping heβll never stop.
Shamelessly, you hump his pretty face as your orgasm quickly approaches, reminding you how long itβs been since you were last eaten out β not that anyone has ever come close to making you feel this good.Β Β
His lips focus on your clit again as he presses a thick finger into your hole, curling it up towards your belly button a few times before adding another. Immediately, your toes curl up, everything flashes white behind your eyelids while your orgasm rips through you and Sunghoon moans when you finish. Youβre thankful for the way he slows down, letting your cum slip out onto his lips and chin for a beat before sucking and licking your slit to clean you up, holding you down as you squirm against his sheets from the sensitivity.Β
Looking just as spent as you feel, he leans back on his heels. His eyes are blown wide, his chest heaving, and his lips are swollen, glistening in your arousal thatβs spread all over the lower part of his face. Spellbound and unblinking, he stares straight ahead at your cunt.Β
βHoon,β you say, breathless, leaning up on your elbows.Β
βYeah, baby?β He doesnβt look away when he speaks. The trance seems to break at your lack of a response and he seems to want to cuddle just as much as you do if the way he scrambles off the floor and crawls over the bed to you is anything to go by.
Save for Sunghoonβs coaching sessions, the two of you are practically joined at the hip for the entire weekend. In the mornings and before bed, you brush your teeth together and donβt even separate to shower, stuffing yourselves in the cubicle to make out and lather shampoo in each other's hair or soap on each other's backs.Β
Itβs this excess time together that makes waking up to nothing but a note in Sunghoonβs absence so disturbing. His handwriting stirs something in you, the short and sweet: miss you already, please come visit me at work :)Β
None of the girls want to go with you, so you find yourself trying on different swimsuits and figuring out what youβll do at the pool on your own. With four magazines youβve already read, a book, and your laptop just in case, you make your way there, enjoying the sun on your skin as you walk.Β
βHi!β A chirpy voice makes you flinch when you reach the pool. Sunooβs whole face is curved into a grin when you look at him. βIβm Sunoo!β he says, extending a hand for you to shake. His grip is firm, not matching his smile at all. βDo you wanna hang out with us?βΒ
Equal parts excited and scared to say no, you nod. Dumping your bag in a locker, you meet Sunoo out by the changing roomsβ entrance, and he smiles when he sees you. You follow him over to the smaller pool where the rest of the boys are, Sunghoon included, and introduces you.Β
The boys look around at one another, wondering if Sunoo knows that all of them have already met you. He doesnβt pay it any mind, jumping in and joining them. They all continue bothering each other while you sit on the edge, dipping your legs into the water.Β
Sunghoon, whoβs been grinning at you since you arrived, swims over to you and stands in the space between your legs. Cool droplets hit your thighs when he lifts his arms up to wrap around your waist in an embrace that might leave others wondering how many years itβs been since you last saw each other. After promising Jungwon that you wonβt make fun of his armbands, you card your fingers through Sunghoonβs wet hair, giggling to yourself when he presses a kiss to your stomach.Β
βArenβt you supposed to be working?βΒ
βWell, yes,β he says, looking up at you with a pout on his lips. βIβm just on duty at this pool today. Are you unhappy to be spending time with me?βΒ
βA little.β
Sunghoon pulls you into the water with him. βEven as a joke I donβt like that you said that.β Thereβs a crease in his brow that you want to kiss away but heβs already calling the boys over when you have the idea. Before you know it, all seven of them are splashing you with so much vigour that you donβt even bother fighting back. Even Riki whoβs taken a liking to you shows no mercy.
As much fun as you had, you canβt help but feel a little drained when Sunghoon takes you home at the end of the day. You end up spending the week with him and his friends, and Riki seems crushed when you politely decline his invitation to poker night on Friday but his spirits lift when you say youβll treat him to ice cream if he wins. On Saturday afternoon when you get out of the shower, you spend the better part of an hour wrapped in your towel texting Sunghoon, grinning at the messages he sent you while you were catching up on the girlsβ group chat.Β
sh: riki didnβt win anything last night so donβt let him lie to you, ok baby?
sh: plus im kinda mad at him ngl ..
sh: i wanna see u today
sh: only you
sh: need it :(Β
sh: if i find out youβre making plans w riki rn iβll kill himΒ
sh: babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
sh: i miss you can i take you outΒ
you: why are you beefing a kid ur 500Β
sh: youβre older than me ???
you: yes and ur my baby bubu bearΒ
sh: ..Β
sh: picnic baby
sh: ?Β
you: yes when
sh: rn..Β
you: uhm..
you: let me go get ready i miss u so bad
Your picnic quickly turns into an evening nap session for Sunghoon who, full on pizza and cider, lays down on his stomach with closed eyes and his cheek on his forearms. Meanwhile, you slowly sip cider from a sun-warmed bottle and pick off bits of pepperoni to eat, knowing Sunghoon will be annoyed about it later. The setting sun shifts the sky through warm oranges and purples, casting its hues over the park and Sunghoonβs sleeping form.Β
βQuit watching me,β he mumbles, blinking his eyes open and yawning as he sits back up. Soft hair is all flat on the side heβd been lying on and his lips rest in a pout that, when combined with his eyes resting in a permanent squint, makes him look confused.
You watch with a grin on your face as he sits back on his hands, crossing his legs. βI have something for you, actually.βΒ
βFor me?β you ask, shocked, your brows raise, and butterflies go crazy in your stomach. The thought of Sunghoon seeing something and thinking of you drives you crazy; youβre in way deeper than you could ever have anticipated.Β
You hear the bikes whizzing past you, zipping down the cycle path over to your left, you can see the people walking dogs, pushing strollers, jogging, walking. But it still feels like youβre the only people here. The only two people left in the world, sitting on Sunghoonβs blanket in the middle of this park youβve come to frequent.Β
βFor you. Do you see anyone else here?β Sunghoon chuckles, though you can see his nervousness peeking through the joy on his face. βWell, kinda for us I guess, to put it properly. You know what? No, itβs dumb. Forget I spoke.β He covers his face with his hands, embarrassed.Β
βSomething for us?β Even though itβs not a new development, the thought of you both being an us, in any capacity, still makes you giddy, and the butterflies in your stomach are bordering on feral. βBaby, come on. If itβs from you itβs not dumb. I promise Iβll love it.β You nudge his knee gently.
βYou promise?βΒ
βPromise.β Your pinky finds his, linking together for a little while longer than youβd expected.Β
βThereβs some stuff I have to say first though, is that okay?β he asks, continuing when you nod. βI know you donβt like talking about it, but we should probably have some kind of conversation about whatβs going to happen when you go back to uni, you know?βΒ
The thought of leaving unsettles you; of leaving him, but youβre desperate not to show it. βYeah,β you say, aiming for calm but hitting upset instead.
Sunghoon chews on his lip before he speaks again. βAnd youβre happy, right? Like, with me?βΒ
You nod. Of course, you want to say but the words get caught in your head, how could I not be?
βGood.β Sunghoon smiles. βBecause I like you, so much, and I hate the idea of you going back and telling all your friends about the totally awesome, smokinβ hot, mega babe you hooked up with over the summer.β He continues when you nod. βSo Iβve been thinking it might be nice if, when your uni friends ask about your summer, and you feel comfortable talking about me, that you tell them about me as your boyfriend.β The uncertainty in his tone doesnβt match the widening grin on his face while speaking, and the word boyfriend comes out as nothing more than a whisper but you hear it clear as day.Β
Head spinning, you meet his eyes, a hopeful glint behind them as he watches you. βDo you mean my totally awesome, smokinβ hot, mega babe boyfriend?βΒ
βIt wouldnβt upset me if you said that.βΒ
βIβll keep that in mind.β
βHold that thought,β he blurts out, opening his backpack.Β
Drawing a deep breath, Sunghoon pulls out a pink box with your name written neatly on it before placing it in your lap and asking you to open it. He chews on his lip while he watches.Β
WILL YOU BE MY GIRL ? is written on little chocolates that span three rows. The word girl is followed by six empty slots that you can only assume held the word friend. Between the shy look on Sunghoonβs face, and the gesture as a whole your heart leaps jaggedly in your chest. βWill you be my girl?β you read, unable to keep from grinning like a fool.
βI picked them up yesterday before the guys came over, and Riki..β he pauses to sigh, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. βHe ate part of them. I think he shared them with Jungwon actually β not that it matters. Anyway, the storeβs closed on Sundays so I wasnβt able to replace them or anything, and I didnβt wanna wait any longer to ask,β Sunghoon says in a partial ramble.Β
You look down at the pretty pink box in your hands and giggle to yourself. His friends are cute, you think. βI mean, they couldβve eaten the girl part.β
Sunghoon nods his head, grinning. βAt least the sentiment still stands.β He eats a raspberry before looking up at you expectantly. βSo, will you be my girl?β
With a smile spread on your face, you nod. βYes, Hoon, Iβll be your girl,β you say, hoping he knows youβve always been his girl.Β
You cuddle in the grass with your boyfriend until the sun goes down, giddy from cider and the joys of summer romance when he walks you to your door. The two of you stand under the light at the doorstep, grinning competitively at one another. Reluctantly, Sunghoon bids you goodnight with a kiss and β just like after your first date β he stands there beaming brightly long after youβve gone inside.Β
A few nights later the two of you have your first sleepover as a couple and Sunghoon seems to take the idea in stride, showing up at your door with an overnight bag stuffed with his skincare, actual pyjamas, and snacks. Plus a bottle of wine he brought for his first meeting with your parents, despite having already had an awkward meeting with your mum at 3 a.m. in the hallway two weeks ago.
With his face glowing under the lamp on your desk, Sunghoon makes a show of bringing up the time heβd talked at length about his friends and says he thinks it only fair that you talk about yours. Your college friends. A blush coats his cheeks when you tell him he doesnβt need an excuse or justification to ask you things heβs curious about.Β
This results in him sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of you, asking you silly things like what kind of Youtube videos you like to watch (his ears burn red when you say Park Sunghoon skating compilations), and more serious β to him β things like what your first impression of him was (he covers his face when you say I thought you were the cutest boy Iβd ever seen, and it upset me that you missed so much school).Β
βDo you think we wouldβve dated if I was in school more?βΒ
βWe are dating.βΒ
βI mean back then.β
βWhen we were five?βΒ
Sunghoon nods.Β
βEven if we did date back then, weβd have broken up by lunchtime.βΒ
His jaw drops. βBut itβs us,β he says like itβs the simplest thing ever. It takes a while to console your pouting boyfriend but when he moves on he gets back to asking about your friends.Β
βTheyβre like.. the only reason I donβt completely regret picking my major.β The words come out before you can help them. You rarely talk with Sunghoon, or anyone, about your major, never mentioning much more than what results you got or the classes youβre taking if someone asks.Β
So it doesnβt surprise you that he sees this as an opportunity to ask you about it. βWhy do you hate it so much?βΒ
βIt just makes me unhappy.β You feel your lips sagging at the corners when you finish speaking. βAnd the thought of working in that field forever, or, at all, makes me feel physically sick.βΒ
βWhat are you gonna do after graduation?βΒ
A tightness occupies your chest. You think about your brother, on the other end of the country, favouring texts over calls so no one has to hear the sadness in his voice when asked about work. You think about the future, all the unknowns awaiting you once you leave the familiarity of the education system. βI donβt.. I donβt know.β You hate how small your voice sounds when you say it.
You donβt even realise that youβre crying until Sunghoon mumbles hey, no, baby, itβs okay, and cups your cheeks with his hands, using his thumbs to wipe your tears. βIβm sorry,β he mumbles. βIβm on your side, okay? You know that. Iβm not trying to upset you, baby, just trying to understand. To help.β Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you into him, letting you cry into his shirt. βIf Iβm going about it the wrong way you can tell me, I never want to make you cry.βΒ
For a while the two of you sit in silence while Sunghoon rubs your back and kisses the top of your head, only speaking when youβve stopped sniffling. βHow about you finish telling me about the girls? Minjeong, Jimin, Aeri, and Yizhuo, right?β
You donβt even remember telling him their names, besides maybe mentioning missing Minjeong. βYou remember their names.β Itβs not a question, not really. When you pull away from him, looking up, your heart snags in your chest at the sight. Of lovely Sunghoon and his small smile, the Kuromi headband holding his hair back. You want to cry again.Β
βI remember everything you tell me.βΒ
Everything about him is lovely, from his soft cheeks to the Piplup pyjama pants heβs wearing and the way heβs looking at you with literal heart eyes.Β
Knowing that Sunghoon has his last competition coming up, you savour every second with him. Barely sleeping that night trying to prepare for the lonely nights to come, memorising the feeling of his arms and the steady beat of his heart against your ear.Β
His training schedule is rigorous and heβs had to stop his shifts at the pool to accommodate it, committing his days to skating and his nights to you when he can. Though heβs always so tired by the time he gets to your house that he can only sleepily sit through dinner with your parents and falls asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.Β
Like most nights you spend apart, Sunghoonβs face fills your screen, talking about what he did that day that kept him from you. Todayβs activity was back-to-back coaching sessions, then going to the movies with the boys, and, now, tired out from pretending to be patient, his eyelids are shut for most of the conversation. He looks so warm and cosy under his duvet that you wish you were there with him, or that he was here with you.
βI can come over if you want me to,β he says, and from the way he sits up, you can tell he means it.Β
You hadnβt meant for those thoughts to be verbalised.
Looking to your left, at the space in your bed, you donβt trust yourself to be alone with him. Not here. You do want to see him though. Almost desperately. For the good of you both, you shake your head. βLetβs go for a drive?βΒ
Sunghoon smiles and your stomach turns. βGive me 25 minutes.β He cuts the phone.Β
Sitting in the darkness of his car is way worse than having him in your bed. Having started on your knee, his big hand now rests on your thigh, barely an inch away from where your shorts start. A cold sweat breaks out on your skin. Leaning your head against the window, you let your eyes fall shut while Sunghoon sings SZA quietly. Eventually, the car comes to a stop.
βWeβre here.βΒ
Itβs too dark out to see anything properly until Sunghoon opens your door for you. βThe park,β you say, looking around at the now familiar street. βWouldnβt be my first choice for a murder.βΒ Β
βIf you think about it, itβs sorta perfect. Who would hear you screaming for help at 2 a.m. on a Wednesday?β
Sunghoon pulls his backpack and a fleecy blanket from the backseat, and, with a ridiculous grin, you watch him put the blanket down in the grass, not too far from where heβd parked the car. You leave your sandals to the side and sit down next to him.Β
βThe store was closed, so weβll have to deal,β he explains, taking out some fruit and two bottles of water.Β
You shake your head. βItβs perfect.βΒ
Sunghoon lets you feed him strawberries, humming appreciatively around your fingers. You take a few sips of water before shifting on the blanket, turning around in the space between Sunghoonβs open legs and leaning back on his chest. He hums the same SZA song from his car and you canβt help but close your eyes.Β
You tip your chin to kiss him, accidentally letting your hand rest on his lap.Β
Ever since that day in his room, things between you have found a way to turn sexual after a while. Not that either of you seems to mind. Though you will admit that sometimes it is nice to just sit with Sunghoon and watch the sun come up over the hills by his house. Or to watch Mighty Ducks on your laptop with your head on his shoulder.Β
Tonight doesnβt seem like one of those βsometimesβ, but you really canβt find it in you to complain or want to change anything when he slips his hand down the front of your shorts. More focused on the way your lips feel on his, Sunghoon lazily runs his finger through your slick for a beat before pushing into you and smiling to himself as you gasp against the kiss.Β
You pull away from him, shifting around a little, trying to angle yourself so you can see what youβre doing when you tug his waistband out of the way. The sight of Sunghoonβs cock, of his pretty tip coated in precum that dribbles from his slit down his shaft never gets old. If anything, it only turns you on more and more each time. You stroke him slowly, occasionally letting a finger tease the spot below his head, just the way he likes it.
βOh, my Gββ Sunghoon cuts himself off with a groan, pressing his lips to yours again.
The breeze tickles your arms, keeping you cool despite the way your skin burns under his touch. Heβs close to cumming, you can tell in the way his cock twitches in your hold.
βI want you,β he mumbles against your lips.Β
βYou have me.β Sunghoon lifts his head away from yours after you speak, looking down his nose at you. It seems like heβs searching your face for something as he pushes a third finger into your hole. Something clicks in your head, understanding. βFuck me,β you say, barely short of begging.
His hips buck up into your still hand. βI donβt have a condom.βΒ
βYouβre joking.βΒ
βNo,β he sighs, shaking his head solemnly. βI wish.β A frown teases at your lips. βWhy didnβt you bring one?β
You arch a brow. βWhy would I bring a condom when weβre waiting to have sex?βΒ
βBecause I donβt wanna wait anymore.βΒ
βOk,β you nod, trying to think as he separates his fingers. βWell, this is.. this is me finding that out, right now.β
Sunghoonβs never put a fourth finger in you before; itβs a tight fit. Your head falls back and you give up your poor attempt at continuing to jerk him off. βI donβt care if you donβt. About condoms.βΒ
βOh, youβre on the pill?βΒ
βI ran out two weeks ago, I thought.. youβd give meββ A moan cuts you off. Sunghoon chuckles. βI thought youβd give me notice or something.βΒ
βNotice?β he asks, voice high, incredulous. A beat passes. βI donβt care,β he says eventually. βI need you.βΒ
You nod your head, relieved. Whining a little when Sunghoon pulls his hand out of you, and whining a lot when he sucks on each of his fingers, one at a time. βIβll get Plan B in the morning,β you say, scrambling to your knees, facing him.Β
βWeβll go together.β A soft smile spreads across his lips as he holds you by the waist. βAnd Iβll ask Jake to pray for us.β
Hungrily, you watch as he pulls his white t-shirt over his head. Thereβs a flash of something in his eyes. Sunghoon has a firm grip on your shorts, barely a second away from yanking them off when he stops, leaning away. βIβve never..β he trails off, struggling to hold eye contact. βIβve had sex just not.. outside,β he whispers, his lips pouting through his words.
Despite your desperation, you canβt help but feel like maybe this shouldnβt be the moment you two have sex for the first time. You almost canβt believe yourself, having Sunghoon here, hot, sweaty, with his kiss-plumped lips, and lidded eyes; his groans, and his sighs; his wandering hands and hard cock pressed against you, yet thinking that maybe you should wait a little longer.Β
βWe donβt have to do this now.βΒ
βI do.β
βOkay,β you whisper, relieved, pressing your lips onto his. You shiver in Sunghoonβs hold, cold and chasing his kiss when he pulls away, shuddering at the feeling of his fingertip grazing your collarbone.Β
βYouβre cold, baby.βΒ
You shake your head. βIβm not.β As soon as the words leave your mouth, your body betrays you and your teeth chatter.Β
Sunghoon frowns at you, playing with some of your hair beside your ear. βYou have goosebumps, and your teeth are clattering. Iβll take you home, come on,β he says, letting go of you.Β
βI have goosebumps because Iβm horny, and I want you to fuck me,β you admit, feeling your need for him in every part of your body. βAnd I donβt want you to be nice about it either, Iβm already your girlfriend.βΒ
You watch him gulp. Sunghoonβs eyes scan your face. He leans into your touch when you let your palm cup his cheek, his skin is burning hot, if it was any lighter outside you might have been able to see the pink on his face. He wraps his thick fingers around your wrist, letting his thumb stroke the back of your hand, and his pretty eyes find yours.Β
βI want to, so bad, but youβre freezing.β He kisses your palm. βHow about I take you home and fuck you there, hmm? I wonβt be nice, I promise.βΒ
Oh, God, you think, clenching around nothing.Β
Dazed, you almost agree until something clicks. βTake this off,β you say, practically begging as you tug at his knitted hoodie. His brows knit together. βLet me wear it.β Without hesitation, Sunghoon pulls the jumper over his head and slips it over you. βPlease, Hoon,β you all but beg, as you put your arms through it.Β
The two of you are close enough that you can see his pupils dilating as his eyes trail over your body. βI like my clothes on you.β Is the only thing he says before kissing you again.
Sunghoonβs hands are all over you, eventually settling on the top of your shorts, as he does his best to tug them off. You raise your hips to help him out before settling back into his lap, whining at the feeling of him under you, touching your pussy for the first time. He throbs against you when you grind down on him.
It all seems so real now. Heβs so big; so hard, that you start to worry. Suddenly you remember the ache in your jaw every time you suck him off and how much of him is left over, even when his head inches its way down your throat.
Flustered, you start to stall a little, rocking back and forth on his length, coating him in your wetness. You take him in your hand after a while, jerking him a little to spread his precum and your slick all over him. He doesnβt seem to notice that youβre whiling up time, and if he does, then he doesnβt seem to care, simply moaning when you lift yourself off of him to stroke your clit with his tip and tease your slit.Β
Sunghoonβs teeth worry his bottom lip as you try to take him, his head falling forward, eyes trained on the spot between your bodies where you connect. His hold on your waist is so firm you can practically feel bruises forming under his fingertips and the sting of his cock pushing into you makes you draw a breath. βJust take your time, yeah?β he mumbles. βNo rush.βΒ
No rush? you think, he must be crazy. You donβt think you can wait any longer, trying hard to sink down on him despite the pain of the stretch. You like it, that sting, the heat, you donβt want to go without it ever again. You must be crazy. Fuck, and Sunghoon are the only things you can bring yourself to say.
βI know, baby. Iβm sorry,β he tells you. βItβs okay,β he says, though he doesnβt look like heβs doing any better than you are.Β
Sunghoonβs head falls forward once youβve taken all of him, his teeth sinking into the skin at the base of your neck as he lets out a broken whine. Everything feels a little too much to bear. Itβs so hot, when did it get so hot? With the last few crumbs of your brain power, you tell yourself to take the hoodie off, but you feel like you canβt move.Β
He fits so well, fills you up just right.Β
With a shaky breath, he lifts his head to look up at you. βSo beautiful.β Sunghoon pushes some of your hair from your face. βGood girl,β he coos, using his thumb to wipe tears you hadnβt even realised were there. βYouβre doing such a good job, baby. Taking me so good.β
Sunghoon asks if youβre okay. It sounds like Sunghoon asks if youβre okay.
Your fist balls around the fabric of his cotton shirt. βWarm,β you whisper. βToo warm.β He loosens his grip around your waist, moving his hands to your hips to pull the hoodie off of you. You lean back a little to let him take it off and feel as if youβre being split open, the angle only pushing him deeper.Β
With the hoodie off, the cool summer breeze makes you feel a lot better; makes taking him a lot more manageable. So you move. His pretty face scrunches with pleasure, as a long, heady groan comes from his throat. βYou feel so good. So tight.β Thereβs something in his voice that you donβt recognise, desperation, need. Sweat beads along his hairline, the flush in his cheeks so prominent you can see it despite the dark.Β
You want to see him like this all the time. Need to.
His hips buck up towards you, seeming to catch you both off guard if the way you gasp simultaneously is anything to go by. He wraps his arm around your waist, his trembling hand beating against your skin, and lets his other hand rest on the blanket behind him, leaning back on it.Β
βYouβre so good at this,β you sigh. βHow are you so good at this?β You practically clamp your mouth shut, not letting yourself say any more lest you propose to him, or worse, expose your breeding kink.
Sunghoon only gives you a languid smile before kissing you.Β
Itβs more than a little hard to focus on coordinating the movement of your lips and tongue when heβs fucking you the way he is; lifting you off of him so only his tip stays inside, then thrusting all the way back in, deep and slow, trying to feel every single part of you and doing a good job hitting that spot that has you seeing stars. So the kiss is messy and loud, an exchange of spit and moans but youβre way too turned on to care.Β
Before long, he uses his hand to pull down the front of your vest, attaching his wet mouth to your nipple instead and your brain short circuits. He moans into your skin when you clench around him, his body stuttering under you.
βBaby, I donβt..β Sunghoon sighs, lifting his head from your chest to look at you. Heβs the picture of desire, of lust, with his messy hair and parted lips, the sweat slipping from his brow bone. βI donβt think Iβm gonna last much longer,β he admits, thick brows pulled into a furrow.
At this rate, you donβt think you will either. His words only make you dizzy, they spur you on as desperation sets in; to see him cum, to feel it. Like always, his sounds are just as pretty as the rest of him, his grunts and his groans, and the ragged breaths that catch in his throat. And you quiver in his lap at the feeling of a knot forming in your stomach, immediately unravelling when his finger catches your clit again.Β
Your head falls back. βIβmββ Is the only thing you can say.
βI know, baby, donβt hold back. I wanna see you make a mess.βΒ
His words send you over the edge, forcing your orgasm out of you while Sunghoon moans and fucks you through it. So good, baby, he mumbles over and over, stuttering through the words when you cum, though you barely hear him over the sound of his cock squelching up into you.Β
A shaky breath and the word fuck tumbles from his lips.Β
Sunghoonβs thighs tense and his stomach does the same. Shuddering under you, he cums hard, filling you up completely. Youβve never had a guy cum inside before, let alone been fucked without a condom, so you werenβt sure what to expect. But nothing could have prepared you for this.Β
Heat courses through you everywhere, and youβve never been so warm in your life. You can feel every last drop of his hot cum spilling into you, can feel it leaking out around him, slicking up your thighs. Shaking in Sunghoonβs lap, youβre full in the best way, eyes rolling back as your mind goes completely blank.Β
Both of you try to catch your breath as he holds onto you tightly, his arms hugging around your waist. Youβre having a hard time calming down with him still inside, but you donβt think you could move if you tried, and it seems as though he feels the same, only being able to bring his head away from your chest. With heaving shoulders and a dazed look in his eyes, he smiles up at you, sweet, contagious. Drunk on him, a laugh starts to bubble in your throat, forcing its way out. Sunghoon laughs too, and breathy chuckles slip from you both, happy, delighted.Β
He reaches for some napkins, cleaning up what he can with you still in his lap before reaching for his hoodie. You watch as he folds it up a couple of times before putting it down near the blanketβs edge, shifting over a bit to hold you in his arms and lay you down, the hoodie under your head like a pillow.Β
You think he must be an angel.Β
Gently, he separates your legs to clean you up properly before pulling his boxers and shorts back up. You watch as he looks around the space for something, returning to your feet to help you put your underwear and shorts back on, sniffling a little and making his way to lie down on the grass beside you. Sunghoon reaches over your body and uses the remaining blanket behind you to cover you up.Β
Sleepily, you rest your head on his chest, feeling his heart race against your cheek. βYouβre so big, Hoon,β you whisper, mind still reeling.Β
A beat passes. βOk, baby, thank you,β he says a little awkwardly, you can feel his chest stutter as he chuckles and you canβt help but smile.
The stars above you beam brightly and you donβt think youβve ever seen so many at once, peeking through the few dark clouds that drag lazily through the sky.
βYou did so well tonight, YN,β Sunghoon tells you after a while. βYou always do so well.β Your heart beats in your throat as he kisses the top of your head.
βReally?βΒ
βMm,β he hums.
Curious, you look up at him. βWhat did I do well?βΒ
βShould I fill out a performance review?βΒ
βI just wanna know what youβre gonna tell your friends later.β Your heart rate picks up when Sunghoon laughs, sweet, contagious. βIβm serious.β
Into the air above, he huffs a long, dramatic sigh. βYou really wanna know?β
βDesperately.β
He leans up on his elbow, looking down at you. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, already nervous about what Sunghoon might say. Itβs as if heβs the only person in the world, the only one that makes a difference. You canβt help but feel special under his gaze, grateful that youβre the one who gets his attention. His hand is big on the side of your face, his thumb grazes your cheek.Β
Sunghoon opens his mouth but closes it before speaking, then brilliant, bright, he smiles. βI think Iβm gonna tell them Iβm in love with you.β Your breath hitches in your throat. βAnd, ask Jake to pray for us.βΒ
And, ask Jake to pray for us, you repeat as if bound by a spell and he nods his head. Overwhelmed, you hide your face in his shirt. βI love you.βΒ
Back at your place, Sunghoon does a good job of living up to what heβd promised you earlier. Leaving you to wake up that morning in his t-shirt, with your head on his chest and a dull ache between your thighs β though not before, for the first time since primary school, you (and Sunghoon) kneeled by the side of the bed to perform the sign of the cross. Heβd stumbled his way through a prayer first and you followed, watching as he sent a text to Jake before eventually drifting off to sleep, tired and sore.
The duvet is bunched at the bottom of the bed, leaving your bare thighs victim to the light breeze rolling through your room. Sunghoonβs mouth is slightly ajar and he snores sweetly. Even in his sleep, his stomach is tight and his soft penis rests cute and limp against his thigh in a way that leaves you stifling a giggle. You want to kiss it.Β
Regrettably, you donβt.
βStop looking at me,β he mumbles, half-heartedly lifting his arm to cover your eyes, though, with his still shut, it ends up resting on your neck.
βIβm not.βΒ
Sunghoon pries open one of his eyes, catching you. He follows your gaze down his body, groaning when he realises what youβre looking at. βYouβre worse than I thought,β he says, sitting up to pull your duvet back over himself, resting over his waist. βIβm never sleeping naked next to you again.βΒ
You open your mouth to quiz him but he covers your lips with his hand. βOr anyone else, relax.βΒ
βGood boy,β you mumble, the words muffled against his palm.Β
βEw,β he whispers when you lick his hand, wiping it on your t-shirt before pushing some of your hair away from your face. βHow are you feeling, baby?β His voice is soft when he asks, eyes scanning your face for even the slightest sign of discomfort.
βIβm kinda sore, but Iβm good.βΒ
βYou are?β Thereβs pride in his voice when he asks, eyes lighting up for a beat before pressing his lips together, trying to hide a smile. His broad shoulders betray him, trembling with silent laughter. Fuck off, you mumble, just as amused as him.Β
Sunghoon clears his throat. βIβm sorry, baby,β he whispers. βIβll be gentle next time, promise.βΒ
Next time. The simple words and all of their hopefulness leave your mind reeling. Laying next to Sunghoon, you grin at the thought of all of your next times with him. Through the seasons of the year; through autumn; through winter, spring, and back to summer again.Β
βWhatβs on your mind?β he asks through a yawn.Β
You love him. βI love you.βΒ
Youβre expecting him to kiss you when he starts to lean in, but he pulls you tight against his chest instead. He smells faintly like sweat when he hugs you. Like sweat, and sunblock, and peonies. Like kisses during sunset, and late-night swims. Like the happiest youβve been in a long, long while.Β
SUMMARY: it's been six years since heeseung stopped being your friend and the thought of him tagging along an annual camping tradition makes you feel like the world is crashing around you. one misunderstanding and one trip later makes heeseung re-evaluate all he knows, and it makes you believe there might be life after love.
NOTES: first full length fic!!!!!!! enjoy :) x
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader (featuring enhypen)
WORD COUNT: 34.1K
WARNINGS: fluff, angst, mentions of poor relationships with parental figures, mentions of infidelity, bad friendships, smut in the form of: fingering, oral (f. receiving), creampie.
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βPlease donβt make me go.β
βY/N, you already said yes. Weβre only gonna be gone for a week.β
βI donβt think this is a good idea, Jungwon. You just said that Heeseung is gonna be there.βΒ
Your best friend sighs and sits down on your bed, inspecting the duffle bag you have thatβs half-packed. Your clothes are haphazardly strewn all over your bedding while you plead with him to no avail. Youβre so desperate that you consider getting on your knees to beg.
βIβm sorry for telling you now, but he was able to get people to cover his shift last minute and paid for a spot on the kayaking rental.βΒ
βIf heβs going, Iβd rather save us all the trouble and stay at home.β Jungwon watches you cross your arms over your chest. βEvery time weβre in the same room, itβs just a matter of time before things become awkward.βΒ
βWeβll be outside in the suuuun,β Jungwon says, tilting his head to the side and giving you those amused eyes that he always gives you when heβs trying to convince you to do something with him. You scoff and look away. It almost works.Β
βI bet that itβll be worse since we have a few things planned with the guys already.β
βSo what? You two donβt get along. Big deal. Weβve already made reservations to secure a spot on the campsite and set a deposit for kayak rentals.β
βWon, I think you and I view Heeseung very differently. He doesnβt just not like me. He hates me.βΒ
βHate is a wrong word.βΒ
You huff. βI donβt think you grasp just how weird it is every time weβre together. You could cut the tension with a knife.β
βSeriously, Y/N. Itβs one week. Iβm sure you can survive that. Youβve never missed a camping trip and itβs the first time all of our friends are coming.β Jungwon deadpans and throws a shirt towards your chest, which you hastily grab after being startled by his sudden movement. You know better than to argue with him when he gets like this. βJust help me pack your clothes, dude. Jayβs gonna be here to pick us up tomorrow morning, and you donβt want to be under-packed.βΒ
You relent and grumble. βAre you still staying over?β
He nods. βMy apartmentβs in the opposite of where weβre going, and I didnβt want to make him drive an extra twenty minutes since he needs to pick Riki up. Just need to drop Maeumi off at my momβs before coming back here. β Your eyes fall for a flat second before you squash that feeling down.
βI didnβt invite you over, you know.βΒ
βNo, but donβt pretend like youβre not excited,β Jungwon says with a laugh as he pulls your clothes out of the bag and starts to readjust the clothing youβve folded poorly. Seeing your best friend smile tugs a bit at your heartstrings and you canβt say that you arenβt happy to have him with you. βWe should get you packed now so you donβt stress out later.βΒ
Begrudgingly, you allow Jungwon to sort out your clothes for you and pull last minute items youβve yet to pack. It annoys you watching him be so calm when youβre simmering with worry. But you know heβs rightβyouβve invested some money into this getaway, and itβll be the last big outing before you move away from Korea for a year-long job opportunity in Okayama before pursuing your Masterβs degree. Jungwon knows you a little too well, and sometimes it irks you.Β
The end-of-summer camping trip is always one for the books. For as long as you can remember, the two of you have been going camping just before everyone goes back to school to celebrate the beginning of a new academic year with your families. But this time, the trip wasnβt just about continuing an annual tradition. It was also to commemorate a new chapter in your life.Β
Youβre a year older than Jungwon. Heβs known you since you were obsessed with learning how to double dutch, and youβve known him since he first learnt how to ride a bike. The two of you started out as neighbors when you moved into the house next to his, and his family had adopted your own like old friends, eventually inviting you and your parents into their annual camping tradition. Even when dynamics changed and people left, the tradition was the only thing that remained a constant for you.
This is the first summer that your loved ones announced they wouldnβt be coming along. They all thought it was time for you to embark on new traditions with new people, and nobody seemed to mind the change that much except for you. Jungwon had been ecstatic about it since he invited his friend, Jake, to the camping trip last year. Youβd been wary at first since Jake is friends with Heeseung, but he never brought up your confusing arch-nemesis and chose to have a great trip before you all started university again.Β Β
Sure, you had a lot of fun. You might even consider last yearβs trip as one for the books. But your mom pulling out of the camping trip and everyone around you agreeing that it was for the best made you feel like your world was crumbling around you.
When you graduated university three months ago (Jungwon swears he didnβt cry, but you know better than to believe him), the weight of leaving your home started to sink in. In the blink of an eye, Jungwon wouldnβt be a twenty minute drive, and hanging out with all of your friends wouldnβt be as easy as it once was. Youβd be in Japan all alone.
This past summer has been a whirlwind as you tried to do everything under the sun, savoring each moment until you wouldnβt be able to anymore. Jungwonβs been a good sport about it, never once complaining when you drag him to your latest adventure. He deals with your sudden shift in mood from happy to sad, letting you cry on his shoulder and braving the cliche words you say when telling him youβll miss him a lot.Β
Unlike past seasons, this is the first summer you havenβt seen Heeseung very often. Lee Heeseung, who usually keeps his head down and minds his business, always seems to have a bone to pick whenever his eyes settle on you. It confuses you to no end, and he keeps his quips to a minimum when your mutual friends are around, but it doesnβt stop you from wondering what you mustβve done to make him act like that towards you. Itβs a shame because that small childhood crush you always had on him was squashed the first time he ignored your presence.Β
None of your friends comment on it much. Theyβre used to the dynamic between the both of you because it's been years of this. Elementary school saw the two of you become friends for the first time and middle school brought more friends into the group. It was in high school that things changed and Heeseung started ignoring you out of nowhere until one Thursday afternoon when heβd told you to leave him alone after pestering him about his change in behavior.Β
The odd tension followed you into university and continued to seep into your life. You donβt think youβve ever been in a room with Heeseung where heβs been anything but nonchalant towards you, often acting like you arenβt there to begin with. You do your best to put up with it and plaster a smile on your face, but six years have gone by, and you donβt think you can handle a seventh. All of your friends seemed to have moved past it. You donβt know why you canβt.
βDonβt think about Heeseung,β Jungwon says with a sigh. βIn fact, donβt think at all. Let me handle everything and enjoy this trip before you move to Okayama, okay?β
βOkay, fine. But I want to see Maeumi.β
Jungwon snorts. βSheβs gonna be real pissed when she doesnβt see you for a year, you know.β
βDonβt remind me.β
Jungwon knows you like the back of your hand and has seen what you bring on these trips enough to know what you like to have in your duffle. He packs things you neglected to pull out because your mind has been elsewhere. As much as he wants to flick your head and tell you to quit overthinking so you can help him, he did tell you to let him handle everything.Β
Your best friend makes you triple check that the two of you didnβt miss anything before heading back to his apartment to fetch Maeumi. She jumps into your arms when you squat to pick her up and wonβt allow Jungwon to pet her white fur body while sheβs nestled against you. This fondness and the familiar jab of Jungwonβs elbow to your ribcage make your heart ache despite the sweet moment. Youβre really going to miss home.Β
Ever the concerned mothers your mom and Jungwonβs are, they send you with a tray full of sweets for the road. They make you tell them exactly when youβll be picked up and by who (βJongseong, Eomma,β Jungwon says for the umpteenth time) and when you plan to come back. His dad gives you a spare bucket hat for when youβre on the water and an old sweater from his college days when Jungwon complains about how you never pack enough layers. The gesture feels warm since you consider his father to be somewhat of your own.
Leaving them to go back to your house feels a bit bittersweet. A lot of your belongings sit in storage boxes in the garage from when you moved out of your campus apartment upon graduating. Jungwon decided to get an apartment for himself with the money he saved from his part-time job as a busboy at a local chain restaurant. Staying over with you makes it seem silly when you remember he used to live next door.Β
Itβs nine in the evening when the two of you get ready for bed. Jungwon puts your bags by the front door so neither of you would forget while you finish brushing your teeth. He grabs extra blankets from the linen closet and settles onto your L-shaped couch, pulling the fabric just underneath his chin. Your heart feels like itβs sinking in on itself when you think about how this might be the last time youβre able to be so casual around him.Β
βStop overthinking,β he says in the quiet of the night, as if he can hear the thoughts in your head. The living room lights are off and the moonlight is whatβs responsible for illuminating the space.Β
You refrain from throwing your pillow at him. βIβm not overthinking. Youβre overthinking.βΒ
Jungwon snorts. βWe both know thatβs not true. I know youβre scared about Okayama and I know thatβs why youβve been on edge about Heeseung. Youβre usually never this loud about it.β Like always, your best friend is right.Β
βItβs hard not to.β Your meek voice makes Jungwonβs heart lurch. βEverythingβs changed so fast. I feel like I didnβt get enough time to properly say goodbye to everyone.β
βYouβll be in Japan, not America. Itβs not like weβll never see you.βΒ
βYeah, but I wonβt be able to annoy you for boba and you wonβt be coming over to have dinner with my mom and me." Jungwon frowns. Too caught up in making sure you were happy this summer, he hadnβt given it that much thought. βI know I wonβt be far, but Iβm scared that things will change too much.βΒ
For the first time today, Jungwon doesnβt know what to say to make you feel better. βIβll miss you a lot.βΒ
βI know that, dummy. I guessβ¦I feel like Iβve been dealing with a lifetime of shittiness and the universe wanted to throw another curveball at me.β Jungwonβs heart softens at your confession. Heβs used to your quick jabs and sarcastic humor. Knowing youβve more afraid than excited makes him upset.Β
βThe universe sucks,β he says, happy that it pulled a laugh out of you. βIβll always be a phone call away and youβll never have to worry about me ignoring you because we both know Iβm gonna blow up your texts anyway.βΒ
βI can always count on you to annoy the hell out of me.β You canβt see his face, but no you already assume Jungwonβs sporting a shit-eating grin. Even if you both know the main reason why youβre afraid of living in Okayama, neither of you say it. Youβre grateful that Jungwon doesnβt bring it up. βStill, though. You know how I am with change. Iβm really scared that Iβm going to hate it there and not have you to keep me company.β
βLife is crazy and unpredictable but that doesnβt mean youβre going to be miserable. I mean, you did a pretty good job of making sure both of us had happy childhoods even though I know you were hurting when we were younger.βΒ
βItβs really hard not to have expectations or think badly about the future when I feel like I took everything for granted.βΒ
βI know, Bug,β Jungwon says, using a nickname from your childhood he reserves for when he thinks you need an extra bit of comfort. βBut youβre the best person I know. You didnβt do anything wrong. Life justβ¦gets in the way.βΒ
βYeah, I know.β
Jungwon is quiet for a moment. βJust please promise me youβll try to have fun, okay?β
βI know Iβll have fun, Wonnie. Iβm scared that Iβll have too much fun and be a sobbing wreck when we get back.βΒ
The two of you share a laugh. βAlright, fair. Promise me you wonβt let Heeseung get under your skin.β
You groan. βIf he doesnβt like me, thatβs fine. I donβt need everyone to like me. But why go out of his way to act like Iβm scum of the Earth?β
βJust ignore him, okay?β Jungwon pleads. βI know itβs uncomfortable but he paid for a last minute spot. Iβll tell him to be mature about it too.βΒ
And, well, part of you believes Heeseung will listen to Jungwon. Despite being on the younger side in your shared friend group, everyone seemed to listen to your best friend most of the time. Jungwon has an authoritative aspect to himself when heβs refrained from being the silly, happy-go-lucky guy you all know him to be.Β
Itβs quiet for a brief moment with the wind gently tapping on the windows behind you. βI donβt know why he doesnβt like me.βΒ
Truthfully, neither does Jungwon. βIβm sorry heβs putting you in a tough spot.βΒ
βWon, sometimes I really wonder if he hates my guts. He doesnβt talk to me and he never replies to my messages in the group chat. Itβs like I donβt exist to him.β
βI think that might be a little extreme.βΒ
βItβs not and you know it.βΒ
Jungwon hums. βWell, at least youβll get away from him when you move to Okayama.β Just like that, all of your worries come flooding right back.
βYeah,β you say meekly. βIβll have Okayama.β
You donβt see him, but you know Jungwonβs smiling since you agreed with him for the first time tonight. βThatβs more like it. You have your whole future ahead of yourself, dude. Heeseung is just a blimp. In three weeks, he wonβt matter because youβll be having fun in Japan. Just think about that.βΒ
You try not to think about the fears and hesitations you have about starting anew. This time, you wouldnβt be going back to university after the camping trip. Youβll have a week and a half back home before youβre boarding your flight and saying goodbye to the place youβve called home for the past two decades. Thinking about the future keeps you up until you hear Jungwonβs snores from the other side of the couch.Β
Unsure of when your mom will be coming home, you snuggle further into the cushions and curl yourself into a ball before falling asleep.Β
***
The next morning, Jungwon wakes up just before you do and you see him and your mom talking before they see you sit up. Barely noticing their hushed tones, you find yourself yawning more than normal and force the blankets off of your body. Your mom fixes you a cup of tea while Jungwon finishes packing, leaving you to freshen up and do the same.Β
βYou know, this trip will be good for you. I can feel it,β your mom says when you sip on your tea. Itβs hot and nearly burns your tongue, but you donβt mind. Somehow, that sharp pain makes you feel even more alert than the strong brew.Β
βYou say that every year.βΒ
βYeah, but this time I wonβt be with you.βΒ
She laughs when she hears you huff. βBaby, I know you love it when I come on these trips but weβll always have other ones. Weβll have next year too.βΒ
βI just donβt get why you and Jungwonβs parents donβt want to come on this one.βΒ
βLike we said all those months agoβitβs time for you guys to break tradition and spend some time with your friends before you move to Okayama. Next year, we can rent out the whole campsite if it means we can accommodate us, the Yangs, and your friends.βΒ
Frustration bubbles within you but youβre quick to shut that feeling. βI guess. It wonβt be the same.β
βJakeβs going this year, right? You guys had a lot of fun last summer.βΒ
Well, she isnβt wrong. βSure, yeah. I had fun with him.β Motherly instincts kick in and she bumps your hip with hers.Β
βI know youβre scared about moving and seeing Heeseung. But youβre much braver than you give yourself credit for. Sometimes people are meant to be lessons and maybe Heeseung is the biggest one of all.β
You throw a fake-disgusted look at her. βDid Jungwon put you up to this?β She laughs and shakes her head, bringing you into her arms. Her lips on the crown of your head feel warm and you donβt shy away from her embrace.Β
βNo, but I carried you in my stomach and brought you to term. I like to think I know you pretty well.βΒ
You chuckle. βYeah, I guess you do. Iβll try not to let Heeseung bother me too much.βΒ
βJungwonβs pretty worried, even if he wonβt say it. I told him to relax a little. This trip isnβt supposed to stress anyone out. Itβs supposed to be a nice getaway before you go back to your normal life.βΒ
βI feel guilty for making Jungwon worry about me. I know heβs still friends with Heeseung, somewhat, even though nobody can figure out why he doesnβt like me so much.βΒ
βThat old saying about boys being mean to their crushes is bullshit.βΒ
You pull away and gasp when you hear her swear. βEomma!βΒ Β
βI used to swear like a sailor before I became a mom, you know.β Her eyes light up when she watches you giggle and from the corner of her eye, she can see Jungwon walking back into the living room.Β
βJayβs almost here,β he says, shoving his phone into his back pocket.Β
βDoes he want a cup of tea?βΒ
Jungwon shakes his head. βI think itβs better if we head out as soon as possible. We still have to pick up Riki and then we have a four hour drive to the campsite.βΒ
She looks at the two of you like she has stars in her eyes. Wordlessly, your mom pulls Jungwon underneath her other arm and kisses his forehead before kissing yours. βWhen did you two become so grown up, huh? It feels like just yesterday that Y/N stopped crying whenever she got papercuts.βΒ
Jungwon snickers. βShe still does.β
βHey!β
βAnd it feels like just yesterday that Jungwon stopped needing to sleep with a nightlight.β Jungwonβs cheeks turn pink and you snicker at him.Β
βTime flew by fast,β says Jungwon. She lets the two of you go and the doorbell rings. βThat must be Jay.βΒ
Indeed, Jay is standing behind the door and bows at your mom before she offers to help you both carry things to his car. They make small talk while the two of you put them into the trunk (he loves to cook while she loves to bake. Likewise, they enjoy talking about this with each other). Jayβs Jeep is far too expensive for you to wrap your head around, but you donβt complain when he offers to drive you in it. A yellow rubber duck sits on his dashboard and it never fails to bring a smile to your face whenever you see it. You wave goodbye to your mom and stick your body halfway out the window until youβre restricted by the seat belt.
βCan we get coffee on the way?β you ask, yawning into your palm. Itβs eight oβclock and everyoneβs agreed to arrive around noon for lunch and to relax before sleeping.Β
βYeah, good idea. Letβs pick up Riki and then stop somewhere.βΒ
Jay plugs his phone into the aux cord at a red light and turns on some music. You like driving with him because you always discover new songs you obsess over for the next few days. It brings a pang in your heart when you think about how this will have to stop when you move to Japan. The two of you have created many playlist blends and heβs curated a few for you. While youβre not as musically inclined like your friends may be, Jay is the only person whoβs willing to break things down for you in depth so that you can understand them too. Itβs nice, especially when he talks about his own musical talents. You can see why he loves music so much and you donβt mind if he sends you a million songs to listen to. He turns onto the freeway and you know youβre about to see Riki soon.
Heβs about to be a first-year in the university you graduated from. He moved to Korea from Japan a few weeks prior to get a lay of the land and become more comfortable in his surroundings. Originally planning on enjoying your summer until he reached out to you, your mother chided your decision and told you to help Riki move into his new dormitory.Β
It was the least you could do for your half-brother.Β
Begrudgingly, you spent a lot of time making sure Riki felt comfortable and settled in when you couldβve been soaking up the sun. Maybe thatβs why you were so adamant about hanging out with Jungwon whenever you could. Being around Riki made you feel drained because his mere presence was enough to remind you of why you started losing faith in people.Β
The dorms arenβt too far from your house. The drive there is silent, save for the music coming from Jayβs stereo. It gives you plenty of time to think about what the next week or so might look like. Avoiding Heeseung is out of the question since there will be eight of you participating in the same activities together. Youβre not worried about having to watch over Riki too much either. Before moving to Korea, he met Jungwon the first summer he spent a few weeks vacationing here and they instantly became friends. He introduced Riki to the people youβd be camping with too. Without fail, the seven of them were always up to no good when he was in town.Β
Spending three weeks with him in your neighborhood felt like someone was trying to set your life ablaze. He was so young back then, barely speaking Korean until you had to translate conversations into Japanese for him. You tried to mask disdain for having to help him, but even then, Riki understood why you were hesitant to have him in your life. If he were in your position, heβd probably feel the same way about you.Β
He didnβt come to Korea very often but started to when he had school recess for the holidays and summer breaks. Since he expressed an interest in attending university in Korea, it felt like the right decision to send Riki whenever school wasnβt in session. Heβd stay with his paternal grandparents and saw you every so often when you were both invited to the same place. Neither of you made a real effort to keep up with each other on social media or over the phone. At this time, Riki followed you on Instagram and you hadnβt bothered to follow him back. In all honesty, you didnβt see the point.Β
You held a lot of resentment over Riki for things you know you canβt blame him for. But with new life changes that came your way, Riki seemed like the perfect scapegoat. He feels it sometimes, the way you pull him in just to push him away when the moment gets too familiar. He shoves down his feelings, choosing to treasure when you laugh with him.Β
The two of you are doing somewhat better nowadays. You followed him back on Instagram the night after you dropped him off at the airport at the behest of your grandparents. They insisted Riki arrive at the airport four hours early despite the flightβs duration equating to two and a half hours. You suspected they wanted to force you into spending a little bit of alone time with your half-brother and get to know each other.Β
To your surprise, the two of you got along pretty well. Riki was a dweeb trying to mask himself as cool. You bought him ice cream (pretending like you didnβt see him smiling so hard that he forced it off of his face) and sat in your car for two hours to talk. He found out you were a genius when it came to mathematics, a subject he did not excel in, and you found out heβs in a hip hop dance crew and wants to study dancing in Korea. Riki showed you a few clips of him dancing and from the corner of your eye, you could see how happy he was to be sharing this moment with you. It made your heart twinge and guilt crept up your spine when you think of all the times youβve blown him off. You said goodbye to him at the gate and he surprised you with the first hug heβs ever given you.Β
Still, itβs a bit awkward when the two of you spend any time together without your friends acting as buffers. It irks you that Riki and Heeseung get along so well because they share similar interests and are often awake at the same time, especially during the midnight hour. Part of you wondered if Heeseung would tell you all about your βrivalryβ and how the two of you didnβt get along. If he did, Riki never let you know it because heβs been the same Riki youβve known since you first met him three years ago.Β
You can tell Heeseung is a bit irritated, too, that your half-brother still chooses to be nice to you. In fact, you realize heβs annoyed at everyone about this, especially Jungwon. You donβt call him out on it because you know itβll spark a useless argument that makes you and everyone else feel upset. How Heeseung has the energy and stamina to avoid you for hours on end is strange to you.Β
You and Jungwon meet Riki at the front door while Jay gets out of the car to make room for his belongings and the lawn chairs his grandparents dropped off for this specific trip. Thereβs exactly eight of them and they somehow all fit into the rear with all of the other cooking gear heβs packed. You assume the other car has everything needed for pitching tents and fishing.
βHi,β Riki says before you can acknowledge him. He steps forward like heβs about to throw his arms around you but stops himself. βGood morning.βΒ
βMorning, Riki,β you say while grabbing the duffle bag from his shoulder. βLet me put this in the car. You and Wonnie can load the chairs.βΒ
βAye, aye, captain.βΒ
Itβs Rikiβs first time on the camping trip and you find yourself a bit more nervous with him coming. Heβs not someone whoβs been camping before and you wonder if any of the other guys are going to look out for him. Jungwon, for as responsible as he is, tends to turn into a younger version of himself when heβs with your half-brother. You furrow your eyebrows when you put his duffle bag in Jayβs trunk as he rearranges and waits for the two boys to load everything in before settling back into the car.Β
Riki and Jungwon immediately hop in the backseat and youβre quite pleased that you donβt have to call shotgun. They talk about things you donβt understand while Jay starts the car and resumes manning the aux cord. That strange feeling of nervousness creeps back into your stomach. You turn around and startle Riki when you look at him.Β
βDo you have everything you need?β you ask him.Β
βYes,β Riki says with a nod. βI have my water bottle, my Swiss army knife, and sunblock.βΒ
βBug spray?βΒ
βJungwon says heβs bringing a few bottles.β
βSwimming trunks?β
βCβMon, Y/N. Weβre gonna be camping by a lake. Thatβs the first thing I packed.β
βToothbrush?β
βSecond thing I packed.β
βEnough shirts and socks?β
βOkay,β Jay says, pulling your wrist to get you to look at the road. βRikiβs got everything he needs and if he doesnβt, Iβm sure someone else would let him use or borrow it.β
βIβm just making sure heβs got everything so we donβt need to stop somewhere,β you mutter, slinking into your seat while Jay sighs. You donβt catch it, but Riki sits behind you with a happy smile on his face.Β
βRelax. Weβre trying to make the most before summer ends. You deserve that too.β You know Jayβs right. He smiles when you fix your posture and hands you his phone. βYou know my passcode. Queue up whatever you want.βΒ
You do just that, especially since Jungwon and Riki are engrossed in a conversation about God knows what. You think of interrupting them to ask what they want to listen to but ultimately decide to play a few songs you and Jay could jam out to and some from Jungwonβs playlists. You also try to remember the songs Riki has danced to in his Instagram videos and the musicians he posts on his stories and add them to the queue too.Β
βThanks for letting us come on this trip,β Jay tells you with chatter in the background, not once taking his eyes off of the road. βI know itβs a thing you and Jungwon do with your families.βΒ
βEh, it was bound to happen anyway. Jake was the only one here last summer and I knew it was a matter of time.βΒ
βStill, I know how youβve been feeling lately and it must be overwhelming to have so many people around you right now.β Damn. Jay is almost as receptive as Jungwon is.Β
You donβt bother lying to him. βYeah, I think Iβm just scared about starting my life in Okayama. I know a few people but itβs not like here. I thought it was what I wanted to do when I accepted the position but now I canβt help but feel like I made a mistake.βΒ
βItβs not a mistake if you believed in it enough to do it all those months ago. I mean, thereβs a reason why youβre moving.βΒ
βI guess.β
βYou donβt give yourself enough credit, dude. Youβre like, a fucking wizard when it comes to numbers and even Jake is speechless. You know how he feels about math and physics.βΒ
That makes you laugh. βIt feels kinda nerdy to love math so much but fuck it. It got me a paid yearβs worth of employment before I earn my Masterβs.β
βSee? Not so bad, isnβt it?β You suppose itβs not. βJunwon, can you please tell the others that weβre about to stop for coffee then be on our way?β You see the notifications on your phone.Β
wonton: we just picked up riki
jaeyunnie: whoβs we
wonton: me jay and yn
jaeyunnie: AYOOOOOOO YN
you: JAEYUNIE :DD
jaeyunnie: idk why i thought jay was driving alone. whatever this is about to be the best camping trip of my Life. even better than last year
sun sun: is it just me or is jake always really fucking dramatic. also iβm lowkey offended i wasnβt invited last year β¦
jaeyunnie: shut Up u know nothing about me sunoo. and u were in bejing how tf could you have gone with us
sun sun: so much attitude π
fanghoon: yn save me PLEASE. iβm in a car filled with animals
sun sun: HEY
jaeyunnie: who are you calling an animal big guy ?
you: sunghoon what makes you think i can do thatΒ
you: jk come over here ~i will protect you~
fanghoon: Thank You. Itβs Literally 8am
jaeyunnie: u guys need to become morning people
you: pass
sun sun: PASSΒ
sun sun: noona we are the same πββοΈ
you: i know thatβs right
wonton: weβre gonna stop for coffee before heading to the campsiteΒ
jaeyunnie: oh shit we should make heeseung stop for coffee too
wonton: jay says to stop blowing up his phone in the group chat. weβll text you when we stop for gas and when weβve arrived. bye!!!
***
After one stop to fill up Jayβs gas tank (you paid for him as a thank you) and a snack run (Jungwon and Riki split the cost), the four of you are at the campsite in no time. Youβre all somewhat grateful that itβs a little bit cloudy outside because the sun was killing you on the two-hour mark of your road trip. The weather is a little cooler and you tug on the sweater that Jungwonβs dad gave you.Β Β
You see your other friends park just after you do. Jungwon and Riki are first to get out of the car and greet them like they havenβt seen the group in years while you and Jay take your time getting out of your seats. Since when did your joints become so stiff? You blame it on the fact that you woke up from a nap just a few minutes before you arrived.Β
βThis place was hard to find,β you hear Heeseung say from a distance. You try not to let it dampen your mood.Β
βWhereβs Y/N?β Youβre sure that was Jake.Β
βWaking up, probably,β says Jungwon. βShe took a nap in the car and we just woke her up.βΒ
βThe drive wasnβt even that long.β You assume your best friend gives Heeseung some kind of reaction before the latter apologizes quickly.Β
Jake is by the passenger door as you open it and looks at you like a dog who wants to be taken out on a walk. He holds the handle to the door and bounces in his shoes until you push yourself out of the car. The loud slamming of the door behind you makes you wince. Jake pulls you into a hug faster than you can process.Β
βI missed you dude,β Jake says. He puts his arm over your shoulder and slowly leads you to the group. βDid you have a good summer?β
βYou know, despite the incredibly hot weather that made me feel like I would sweat to death, summer wasnβt so bad. How was Brisbane?β
βI missed the heat,β Jake says with a pout. βBut it was pretty good to be back home for a month. I really missed my parents and my brother.βΒ
βIβm sure they missed you too.β
Jungwon spots you. βYour eyes are so puffy.β He takes his thumbs and tries to put more color underneath your eyes and onto your cheeks. Riki, Sunoo, and Jay have slipped away to start setting up camp.
Jake laughs beside you when you swat Jungwonβs hands away and lets his own arms fall when you lurch forward to give him a taste of his own medicine. He always liked that Jungwon was able to bring out a childish side to you because heβs always seen you carry yourself like you had to shoulder the weight of the world. Watching you chase Jungwon as he tried to escape your pinching fingers made him a bit more happier knowing youβd have friends like him to return to when you came back from Japan.Β
Heeseung, however, rolls his eyes and speaks low. βSheβs so childish.βΒ
βDude,β Sunghoon sighs in exasperation. βWeβre gonna be with her for a week. You need to quit making those comments.βΒ
Heeseung shrugs. βWhat? Itβs not like she can hear what Iβm saying.βΒ
βYeah, but we can. Weβre friends with her too, Heeseung.βΒ
The eldest tries to hold in his disdain. βYeah, whatever. Iβll keep shit to myself.βΒ
βJust for now,β Jake encourages. βY/N never starts anything with you but sometimes you say something that goes a little too far. No one is asking you to be her best friend.β
βJust remember it was Y/Nβs mom and Jungwonβs parents who invited all of us,β Sunghoon reminds his friend. βWe wouldnβt be here without them and if I recall correctly, you really wanted to come when you found out we were all planning to go.β Heeseung wants to argue and justify why heβs annoyed but canβt find a good enough reason.Β
βYouβre right,β he relents. βIβll make nice but do not expect me to do shit for her.β
βWe arenβt.β Sunghoon pats Heeseungβs back. βYouβve got this. Itβs supposed to be a fun trip before we all go back to reality. All we want is one week where you two donβt create tension.βΒ
βI can do that.β Jake and Sunghoon share a look between the two of them when Heeseung isnβt looking and pray that he means it.
When Jungwon decides heβs out of breath, he accepts his fate and runs into Sunghoonβs arms when you outstretch your arms to pinch his cheeks and pull them apart like heβs made out of dough. The broken laughter coming from your best friend makes you laugh too. Everyone, save for Heeseung, laughs when Jungwonβs face becomes distorted due to your fingers.Β
Eventually, you pull away from him and he starts to grab his duffle bag and the lawn chairs. The three of you follow suit once you realize youβre missing a few people. You lift your duffle over your shoulder and put on your hiking backpack while trying to hold more lawnshairs than you can carry.Β
βWoah,β Sunghoon says as he catches a falling chair. βLet me help.β
βThanks, Hoon. I donβt know why I thought I could carry two chairs at once.βΒ
βYouβre strong but youβre also carrying a fuck ton of things.βΒ
He smiles at you and it makes you laugh. You havenβt seen much of Sunghoon over the summer because heβs been working nonstop at a local ice rink, teaching kids how to skate in back to back summer classes. Sunghoon is sometimes too tired to hang out after work or falls asleep on your couch whenever he hangs out with you to watch movies. Your mom thinks itβs a bit endearing and never has the heart to wake him up. Between Sunghoonβs impromptu sleepovers, Jungwon and Sunooβs unannounced visits, Jayβs cooking and baking sessions in your kitchen, and Jake appearing out of nowhere every few nights for dinner, youβre starting to think your house might have an unspoken open door policy.Β
Heeseung is the only one who doesnβt frequent your house if you donβt count Riki, who doesnβt spend enough time in Korea to become a permanent fixture. The only time Heeseung has been to your house is when he dropped Jungwon off after he had one too many to drink and heβd been adamant about going to your place because it was closer to the bar in comparison to your apartment. One awkward conversation later and Heeseung was out of your driveway. Jungwon woke up with a hangover the next morning and you were grateful your mother chose that weekend to take a girlβs trip with her best friends.
You donβt invite Heeseung over like you do with the others. The only reason why you havenβt deleted his phone number is because of the big group chat youβre in to discuss plans. He never responds to your texts in it and you donβt respond to him unless absolutely necessary. Sometimes you catch him laughing at your messages only to retract it when he realizes itβs you who sent it. Itβs been six years of dealing with this and as much as it confuses you, part of you has learned to tune out this behavior and focus on the other friends you do share.Β
Sunghoon must know youβre thinking about his friend because he looks at you like heβs been trying to get your attention. βSorry,β you apologize. βWhat did you say?βΒ
βI said thanks for letting us crash your trip. I know this is something you and Jungwon do with your families every year. Canβt help but feel a little special that we get to come along.βΒ
You coo at him. βDo you remember when you could barely look me in the eye, let alone tell me something as sweet as that?β Sunghoon rolls his eyes.Β
βOh, shut up. You know Iβm an introvert.β You bump your hip with his.Β
βIβm just messing with you. But in all seriousness, itβll be fun having you guys around.β
βIβm excited to see what you and Jungwon do every year.βΒ
βNothing too out of the ordinary. Swim, eat a lot of food, kayak, hike, the usual. But thereβs one spot we usually go to, just he and I, thatβs away from the main spot on the lake.βΒ
βHowβd you find it?β
βJungwon found it by accident when we were younger. He said it was gonna be our secret spot and told me not to tell our parents. I think the whole campground panicked for an hour or so until somebody found us in the clearing.βΒ
Sunghoon snorts. βYeah, that sounds like you two.βΒ
βThey told us to tell them where weβd be and promised to leave us alone if we gave them a heads up. Itβs not really noticeable if you donβt know where to look, but itβs so beautiful. It leads to another part of the lake and itβs always so peaceful and quiet.βΒ
βIn that case, Iβm honored that youβre showing us.βΒ
βEh, itβs about time we add new members to the club.β
βOh?β He raises his eyebrow. βThereβs a club now?β
βMhm. Gotta pay me two fish to join.βΒ
βLike you know how to fish.β You bump your hip with his again.
βThere are things you guys donβt know about me, Park. Just wait and see.βΒ
Sunghoon lets the conversation end when he finds himself at the campsite where Jay and Riki have started to organize things and make spots for tents. Itβll take a few trips for all of the supplies and camping gear to be fully unloaded so you each take turns until everything is sitting in a big pile, waiting to be sorted.Β
βOkay, Iβm a bit out of my depth,β says Sunoo, who kicks around a rock as he speaks. βI, for one, will need help pitching a tent.β
βIβll help you,β you say, nodding for him to come over.Β
βYou can pitch a tent?β Heeseung asks like he doesnβt believe you.Β
You nod and pick up a bag. βYeah. I do this every year.β You donβt say it with any bite in your tone but Heeseung, who forgot this fact, feels like an idiot for making a fool of himself in front of his friends. He chooses to look away from you for now.Β
βWe have three tents we need to put up,β Jay says. βIβm thinking we pitch those now, have a snack and water break, and then start to organize before we eat lunch.βΒ
βSounds good.β You agree. βIβd rather have everything set up so we can enjoy our evening. Besides, we should do this before it gets dark.βΒ
βRight.β Jungwon clears his throat and hands out each bag, assigning your friends based on the size of the tent. Everybody gets to work, clearing the flat ground of rocks and debris before deciding where your tents will go. You all hammer the groundsheet into the dirt before assembling the poles.
You teach Sunoo the basics and give him pointers when he struggles to connect the joints. Heβs learning much faster than he gives himself credit for because in no time, heβs jumping for joy when he finally manages to grasp what heβs supposed to be doing. Itβs nice to watch him be so happy over this, as Sunoo originally declined the invitation to go camping since he isn't a huge fan of the outdoors. But now itβs like you wouldβve never guessed that because heβs pretty quick to pick up your lessons.
Your tent is pitched up in no time. You roam around like a camp counselor to see if anybody needs help. Jake, Heeseung, Jay, and Jungwon seem to know what theyβre doing and have the biggest tent halfway set up. Sunghoon and Riki look like they need a bit of assistance. Sunghoonβs figuring it out quickly while Riki fumbles with his fingers.Β
βYou have to do it slowly,β you say from beside him. Riki hands you the attachments when you beckon him to hand it over and show him slowly. βLike this. See? If you do it slowly, theyβll catch easier and itβll be smoother when we feed them into the tent.βΒ
βOh.β Riki nods when your trick works. βThanks, Y/N.βΒ
The three of you pitch up your tent too, with Riki handing you the pegs to hammer them into the ground after zipping the door. Sunghoon dusts off his hands on his shorts and takes a big gulp from his water bottle. Sunooβs mom packed enough fruit and onigiri for a midday snack, and all eight of you feast quietly after exerting more power than anyone anticipated. You really need to start working out again.Β
βBefore we clear out and organize everything else, we should probably figure out who sleeps where,β Jungwon says. βThat way, we can put our stuff in our respective tents and have that out of the way.βΒ
βGood idea,β Jake says. βHow should we do this? Rock, paper, scissors?βΒ
βSure, but I think Y/N and I should share a tent.β Heeseung rolls his eyes at Jungwon and you see it from the corner of your vision.
βWhat?β Riki asks. βWhy?βΒ
βBecause all of you get too comfortable around her and forget she doesnβt want to hear you snore or see your boxers in the morning.β Jungwon laughs. βItβll be easier since weβve been camping together anyway. Sheβs used to rooming with me and Iβm used to waking up next to a Zombie.βΒ
βI hate you.β Jungwon merely smiles at you.Β Β
βYou just want to get out of sharing a tent with three people,β says Sunghoon. Jungwon nods.Β
βThat too.βΒ
βRock, paper, scissors it is,β Sunoo says, getting his hands ready.Β
They all battle one another until the rooming situation is sorted. You and Jungwon will share a tent while Sunoo and Jay share the other smaller one. That leaves Jake, Sunghoon, Riki, and Heeseung sharing the big one. You all throw your belongings in before helping Jay organize the portable stove, chairs, and other things that need to be stored properly.Β
When all is said and done an hour later, Jay and Sunghoon start a barbecue. All of you are spent, sagging your bodies in the camping chairs that are positioned around the campfire. You know youβll need to fetch some wood from the outpost if you all want to have a bonfire. But that can be a task for later.
βYour mom makes the best onigiri,β Riki groans as he shoves another bite in his mouth. βIt reminds me so much of home.βΒ
Sunoo smiles proudly. βSheβs the best, isnβt she?β Jake, who is busy stuffing his face with sliced watermelons, agrees. They pick at the leftovers from snack time and Jay chides them for it.
βDonβt spoil yourselves too much or you wonβt have an appetite for lunch.βΒ
βHeβs so bossy,β Riki says as he leans over towards you. βBut itβs kinda nice having someone who does shit and takes charge.βΒ
You nod. βMhm. Usually Jungwon and I are the ones spearheading everything but Jayβs got some camping experience. Iβm fine taking the backseat.βΒ
βDo you camp a lot? Besides this tradition, I mean.β Riki watches you shake your head.Β
βNo, not really. This is as much as I can handle. Itβs more like a gigantic lake house with hot showers and a few convenience stores miles away to replenish food if we run out of anything.β
βIt looks like you know what youβre doing.β
βThatβs because I do, Riki.βΒ
He blushes. βRight. Thanks for helping me with my tent earlier.βΒ
βDonβt sweat it. Youβll be able to do it without my help in no time.β That brings a shimmer of hope to the younger boy sitting next to you.Β
Heeseung avoids looking at you when Riki purposefully sits beside you on the empty lawn chair. He doesnβt completely understand why the younger boy likes you so much. Heeseng thinks youβre a nuisance and that you overstay your welcome at hangouts. But Riki clings to you like youβre his lifeline and he gets that youβre his half-sister and all, but you werenβt the most welcoming to him when he started hanging out in Korea more often. Riki would never tell Heeseung the details about his past and he never tried to pry past what the youngest would reveal. Six years of avoiding you made him forget every single detail he once knew about you when youβd both been somewhat friendly towards one another.Β
There were some days when you wouldnβt make room in your schedule to see Riki as often as heβd wanted you to and he lamented that to Heeseung. But every time heβd start to talk about how unfair it was for you to pick and choose when you got to see our younger brother, Riki would defend you every time. He didnβt get it, feeling the frustration bubble to the surface before realizing that it wasnβt his place to question why Riki acted the way he did. Sure, he was younger than Heeseung, but he respected family matters and didnβt care about you enough to figure you out anyway.Β
He keeps these feelings to himself mostly. The friends you share donβt really understand why he has a distaste for you and he refuses to elaborate because the memory is too painful, and instead chooses to bury these feelings. Itβs nobodyβs business anyway. He certainly doesnβt want to start anything with Riki involved because he would feel guilty for putting him in an uncomfortable position, and because he knows heβd defend you regardless. Even though youβve made progress to open up yourself to Riki, Heeseung still scoffs whenever he sees the two of you together.Β
By the time lunch is done, all eight of you are crowded around a table built into the ground, feasting on meat and vegetables. Everybody thanks Jay for cooking and the seven of you agree to clean up after every meal so Jay doesnβt have to work twice as hard. Youβre not sitting too far from Heeseung (to both of your dismay). Sunghoon purposely sat in between you both when he realized the other empty spots were filling up and didnβt want to chance an uproar during mealtime.Β
βSo,β Sunoo starts to say after closing the bottle cap on his cola. βWhatβs on the agenda for today? Personally, I think we should take it easy until tomorrow.βΒ
βI agree.β Jungwon nods. βWeβve done a lot and drove for a while. I say we relax and do whatever until dinner.βΒ
βIβm going to nap, thatβs for sure.β You all snicker at Jay. Typical.Β
βMe too,β says Riki.Β
βIs anyone up for walking around the lake?β Jake asks.Β
βI could go,β Sunghoon says from next to you.Β
βSure,β you finally say, βwhy not.βΒ
βI think Iβll hang back here.β Heeseung says it almost immediately and it stings a bit. βIβll probably nap too.βΒ
βI want to read.β Sunoo changes the direction of the conversation before anyone can pick up on the awkwardness and you throw him a smile.Β
βI think Iβll join you.β Jungwon pulls a book from his backpack and the pair begin to brainstorm where they should sit. Natural chatter falls back into place and you focus on eating, as your stomach has been grumbling pretty loud.Β
Heeseung breaks the silence. βCan someone pass me the pineapple?β You donβt register that your arm has moved on its own accord and pass the container to him. Heeseung gives you a look you canβt decipher and itβs only then you realize what youβve done. Sunghoon gulps.Β
βThanks,β Heeseung mutters, taking the pineapple from your hands. Youβre pleasantly surprised he doesnβt make a comment about how he isnβt craving it anymore and watch him eat some from the corner or your eye.Β
By nightfall, all of you are too exhausted to sit around the campfire. The hot shower stalls provide the kind of warmth you would go crazy without and you find yourself contemplating underneath the water longer than youβd like to admit. A plethora of thoughts run across your mind and they drift from the events of today, Riki, Heeseung, and moving to Okayama. Your friends donβt bring up the move and youβre grateful for that.Β
When you return from the shower and from brushing your teeth, Jungwon asks if youβre okay. You lie and say youβre fine but exhausted and he lets it go, too tired himself to pry the truth out of you. The last thing you think about is Heeseung. You send a silent prayer out into the universe and ask that the two of you are able to make nice during this camping trip. Then, you fall asleep.
***
Everybody is up bright and early after a good nightβs sleep. All of you agree todayβs the best day for a short hike to get used to the terrain before you explore harder trails. You and Jungwon know the hike like the back of your hand and lead the group expertly through trees and dirt pathways. All of you have a backpack for your essentials, and each of you has packed a portable lunch for when you reach the top of the peak at the end of the trail.Β
Halfway into the hike is not as uphill as you recalled it to be. The scenery is still breathtaking and you temporarily forget that Heeseung is burning eyes in the back of your skull. Last nightβs prayer seems to be working, as he hasnβt said a word to you or argued with you when you started leading everybody towards the start of the hiking path. Youβre not sure whether his feelings about you changed or if he knows youβre the literal expert since you grew up here, but you donβt think you care either way.Β
Heeseung makes a false step and twists his ankle. You hear the commotion behind you and turn around. He stumbles and a sharp edge of a branch catches his thigh, creating a gash that starts to bleed. Everyone crowds around him when they realize it and make him sit on a large rock and he feels like shouting at you to back away when you start to walk towards him.
βGuys, Iβm fine. Itβs not that bad.β He feels more embarrassed than hurt.Β
Jake looks concerned. βDude, your leg is bleeding.βΒ
βItβs just a cut.βΒ
βLet me inspect it.βΒ
You pull your backpack off of you and take out your water bottle and first aid kit. You drop to your knees to inspect the wound and Heeseung refrains from coughing at the awkward position from where heβs sitting. You donβt seem phased by it, however, as you push up the fabric of his shorts and use your water bottle to clean the dirt from his wound.Β
Your face is somewhat close to his leg and he jumps when your hand touches his thigh. The guys mistake his sudden movements as pain and rush to help stabilize him. Heeseung insists that heβs fine and brushes them off of him. He wonβt admit that his fidgeting is because the last thing he expected you to do was patch him up. He figures Jungwon would be good at that kind of stuff, not you.Β
Heeseung winces at the sudden contact of water in his wound. βOkay, maybe it hurts a little.β
βYou wonβt need stitches or anything, but I should get you cleaned up and put a bandage on it.β
Heeseung watches as you do your best to clean it with the wipes you have and ointment that will keep any debris out. The wound isnβt too gnarly but itβs no small papercut either. He watches as you expertly deal with the wound and keeps quiet, even though he feels uncomfortable and wishes he could turn back time to avoid any of this. Itβs awkward to know your hands are on him because he feels like ants are crawling up his leg.
βI think we should probably go back and rest a little,β says Jungwon. βWe can eat lunch there and maybe hang out for a bit.β
βGood idea,β Heeseung mutters when youβve stepped away from him. Sunghoon and Riki each help him up and allow the eldest to use them as crutches as he limps back to the base. He mutters a quiet βthank youβ in your direction and doesnβt pay attention to see your reaction. You feel like you got your hopes up for nothing because he turns his back towards you before you can smile at him. Defeated, you try to put your best self on display and follow everybody back to your tents.Β
Heeseung decides to rest on the chairs and eat his lunch there. You arenβt particularly eager to spend any time with him and figure heβd appreciate it if you werenβt around while he recovered. You take your sack of lunch and tell Jungwon youβll be walking around the lake like you did yesterday. He tells you to be safe and then youβre on your way.Β
βHey, wait up!β You turn around to see Jake running until heβs caught up with you. Itβs a bit unfair how he barely runs out of breath when he jogs. Itβs definitely because heβs an athlete, but itβs still unfair.Β
βCare to join?βΒ
βCanβt a guy accompany his friend on a nice, brisk walk?βΒ
That makes you laugh. βYeah, sure.β You fall in a quiet tandem enjoying the silence and the environment for a while. βI had a lot of fun camping last year. I think my favorite part was kayaking or when Jungwon accidentally dropped his entire sβmore in the fire.βΒ
You snicker at the memory. βHis mom was so mad that he kept eating the marshmallows.βΒ
βYeah, it was pretty funny. I still feel kind of embarrassed that I managed to flip over in my kayak somehow.βΒ
βEh, it makes for a good story.β
βItβs not my fault Jungwon slammed into me!β Jake defends when you begin to laugh. βSeriously, Y/N. How the fuck do you put up with that menace?βΒ
βThe same way you do, dummy.β
Jake bites into his sandwich. βI love Jungwon.β
βMe too.βΒ
βOur parents loved having you come too. Jungwonβs dad loves fishing with people.β
βI still canβt believe how many we were able to catch. Iβm sad the guys werenβt there because they keep shitting on me for not being able to catch any when we go together.βΒ
You bump your shoulder against his. βThey donβt know what I know. Iβm sure my mom has pictures somewhere.βΒ
βHow is she, by the way?β Jake asks.Β
βEommaβs doing alright. She just got a huge bonus at work for managing a really difficult client and completing this campaign sheβs been working on. It stressed her out for months but Iβm happy if sheβs happy.βΒ
βThatβs awesome. Iβm happy for her.βΒ
βHow are things with your family? Howβs Layla?βΒ
βMy parents are actually on a trip to the States to see some family and my brother just got promoted at his job. Iβm super proud of him. He worked really hard for it. Laylaβs doing okay too. Sheβs staying with my cousin until I come back.βΒ
βI miss her.β
βShe probably misses you too.βΒ
The two of you settle into a comfortable pace and eat your lunches. There are no awkward moments with Jake. Something about his personality makes everyone around him divulge their deepest secrets and he always seems to know what to say, too. You havenβt been close to him for very long but you know him well enough to know that heβll keep anything you say between the two of you.Β
βI know you probably feel a little awkward with Heeseung around but youβve been handling it really well.β Jakeβs tone softens and he looks straight ahead as he talks, breaking the temporary silence. βI donβt know what goes on in his head half the time.βΒ
βI just wish I knew what I did so I can apologize and fix it. He gets mad every time I ask and accuses me of bringing up bad memories for him. I donβt know what to do, Jake. It feels like he gets along with everybody in my life but me.βΒ
βWe all know Heeseungβs been through a lot and has trouble talking about them sometimes. Heβs been in therapy but we had to really convince him to set an appointment.βΒ
You scoff. βSounds like him.β Jake doesnβt disagree.Β
βI guess I understand that having to deal with shitty cards makes a person go insane.β
βSure. I just wish I wasnβt the scapegoat.β Jake winces but tries not to let you see.Β
βSorry youβre going through this. Sunghoon and I made him swear to be on his best behavior.βΒ
βItβs a little awkward still but at least he isnβt picking a fight with me. Although, who knows how long thatβll last.β
βHave a little more faith in him, Y/N.β You deadpan and he holds his hand up in mock surrender. βOkay, next topic. How are you feeling about Japan?βΒ
Your shoulders slump. βAwful.βΒ
Jakeβs head quirks like he doesnβt understand. βWhat do you mean? You were really excited when you got the job offer.βΒ
βI know butβ¦it doesnβt feel right anymore. My whole life is about to change and I donβt know how I feel about that.β
βYou donβt have to know anything. In fact, Iβd be a little worried if you had your shit figured out.β You punch his arm. βItβs really cool that youβre leaving Korea to pursue your dream. I know how hard it is to leave everything behind for a better opportunity.β
You look at him softly and nod because you know he empathizes with you. Back when you first met him, heβd moved from Australia to Korea because your university had one of the best physics programs in the world. He knew how to speak your native Korean but wasnβt confident in conversing back then, and you had your fair share of mentoring him in formal greeting and the basics when it came to interacting with people. Jake definitely understands where youβre coming from and doesnβt want you to feel alone.Β
βWeβll always be here for you too,β he reassures. βWe wonβt be too far away and you can come home whenever you have the time and arenβt working.βΒ
βI know, but it feels like everything in my life is changing at the same time and thereβs nothing I can do to stop it. I wish I was a freshman again. I wish I could turn back time and really enjoy my life before I make a life changing decision.βΒ
βYouβre really torn up about this, arenβt you?β
Nodding, you look at the ground beneath you. βThere are so many things Iβve been dealing with over the past few years or so and it feels like Iβm giving up on things if I just leave. Everything feels so scary, you know? I feel like Iβm being suffocated every time I open my eyes.Β
βOn top of starting a new job in a place Iβm not that familiar with, Iβm leaving my mom behind. Iβve never lived farther than an hour away from her and I hate knowing that I wonβt be able to see her whenever I want. Not to mention Riki studying in Korea means Iβll be spending even more time with him.β
Jake chooses not to comment and nods with his lips pressed into a thin line. He doesnβt know whatβs going on between the two of you but has his suspicions after hearing your hushed conversations with Jungwon. Even before the two of you became as close as you are, Jake has always looked out for you because he knows Jungwon loves you like a sister. It was easy to tell that youβd fallen into some sort of depression as you graduated high school and barely managed to pull yourself out of it before graduating university.Β
Riki has always been a sore subject for you. Jake doesnβt bring him up unless you do, no matter how much he adores the younger boy. The relationship you have with him is complicated but it tears him up inside to see Riki longing for you when the two of you are together. Jake knows thereβs a great deal of tension that follows both of you too. He could feel it the first time you brought up having a half-brother and started to put the pieces together.Β
βI love that Rikiβs more comfortable in Korea. I really do,β you confess. βI love that my friends get along with him too, but part of me is scared that youβll all forget about me since heβll be here to take my place.βΒ
βYou are not replaceable.β Jake looks at you when he says it. βYouβre about to chase your dream, Y/N. None of us will throw our friendship down the drain just because we wonβt be able to see you everyday. Riki is great but heβs not you.β
Heβs pleased when you lift the corners of your mouth into a small smile. βThanks, Jake. I donβt know where this fear came from.βΒ
βYouβre dealing with a lot. Itβs understandable. I donβt know much about whatβs going on between you and Riki, and you donβt have to tell me, but you should know that he loves you a lot and would never think about dishonoring you while youβre gone.βΒ
βI know. I have a lot of pent up emotions and therapy feels like it isnβt working. I guess I should give myself some more time. But with the move, itβs been hard to focus on anything. I donβt want Riki to feel like I donβt want him in my life but itβs hard to make room for somebody you didnβt know existed until a few years ago.βΒ
Jake nods. βYeah, I get that. It feels a bit weird making space for someone who calls himself your brother, isnβt it?βΒ
βHe has every right to. I mean, heβs my half-brother. But I donβt knowβ¦I want to be at a place where I can look at him and not see how much my life has changed for the worst. Heβs such a talented kid with a bright future and I hate that I project my feelings onto him.βΒ
βBaby steps,β Jake reassures. βYouβve been through a lot of shit. Both you and your mom have and you've both handled it really well.βΒ
βIβm glad it looks that way because I feel like Iβm hanging on by a thread.βΒ
βWell, thatβs what it means to be in your early twenties.βΒ Β Β
The two of you decide to head back to the campsite when it starts to get warmer. You throw your trash in garbage bins before trotting back and see that Sunoo and Jay have left to go back hiking on the trail that you were on earlier in the day. Heeseung seems to fare better with his wound, which you see heβs managed to replace (thanks to Jungwon, no doubt). But his mood seems to worsen when he sees you and Jake walking side by side towards the group.Β
βHow was the lake?β Jungwon asks, sipping on a cola.
βPretty,β Jake replies. βThere werenβt that many people there so it was a little empty.βΒ
βWe should probably discuss what we want to do for the rest of the day and plan some stuff for later this week. Itβll be a little warmer later in the week so I think we should save that. Thereβs a great spot where Y/N and I go fishing. We could do that later in the morning.β
βY/N, fishing?β Heeseung laughs. βIβd pay to see that.β
βWhat, you donβt think I can fish?βΒ
He shrugs. βI didnβt know you were a fan of the outdoors. You always had a nose in your textbooks so I thought that was it for you.βΒ
βWell, Heeseung, itβs not like the two of us know each other well enough to know these types of things.β He doesnβt seem to like that answer.Β
βFishing tomorrow it is!β Jake interjects.Β
βI havenβt gone fishing in a long time,β Riki laments. βItβll be nice to have trout for dinner.βΒ
βI think Jay brought a lot of seasoning and sides,β Jungwon says to the group. βWe can always go to the market a few miles down for anything else.βΒ
You tune out the rest of the conversation, feeling a bit tired from the walk and the heat thatβs starting to make you sweat. Youβre eternally grateful that your tent is covered in shade and contemplate on taking a nap when Jungwon waves at you.
βYou good, Y/N? You seem a little out of it.β You nod at Jungwon and take a seat next to the closest camp chair. You can feel Heeseung watching you and try not to slip as you sink down into the seat, crossing one of your legs over the other.Β
βYeah, Iβm fine. Just have a lot going on in my head. I think Iβm a little tired, tooβ
Heeseung scoffs quietly. βWeβre camping. What could you possibly be thinking about thatβs making Jungwon worried?β You curl into yourself as Jungwon chides his friend.Β
βIβm moving to Japan soon,β you tell him. Youβre not even sure that he knows this about you, figuring that one of your friends would tell him to you at some point. Neither of you communicate with one another unless you absolutely have to. You didnβt see the point in telling him. βIβve been thinking a lot about that, I guess.β
An array of emotions seems to wash over him and, as always, you have a hard time trying to figure out what heβs feeling and thinking. βOh. So youβll be out of Korea?β
βYup.βΒ
βWhen are you leaving?βΒ
βDonβt seem too excited,β Sunghoon says underneath a cough.
βIn a couple of weeks. I leave a little after we get back home.β Heeseung merely nods. He doesnβt ask you why youβre moving or what part of Japan youβll be living in and you donβt offer that information, feeling awkward with the tension ever since you and Jake arrived back at the campsite. Riki finishes eating and stands up to throw his trash away, providing something to look at in order to forget that Heeseung keeps trying to look away from you.Β
βY/Nβs gonna be an engineer,β Jungwon brags on your behalf. βSheβs taking a year off to work before getting her masterβs degree.βΒ
βDamn,β Riki whistles. βYouβre so smart.β You try to hide a smile.Β
βWhat are you gonna be working on?β Sunghoon asks.Β
βIβll be assisting other researchers in software development, particularly for space and aeronautics.β You nod once, feeling tense underneath everyoneβs stare. βI donβt know what Iβll be doing specifically but thatβs why Iβm moving to Okayama.βΒ
βThatβs so cool!β Jake exclaims. Heseung rolls his eyes at his excited outburst and tries to avoid your eye. βYouβre gonna be amazing.βΒ
βI hope so. Itβs a great opportunity to work in my chosen field before I decide to continue in this career when I go back to school. I have so many interests within mathematics but this seems like the right place to start.β
βShit,β Sunghoon says as he slowly claps for dramatic effect. βI knew you were smart but youβre a fucking genius.β
βI wouldnβt say geniusββ
βYou are, though.β Jungwon smiles at you and gives two thumbs up. βYouβre the smartest person I know, dude. This company is lucky to have you.β
βSo cool,β Jake says again. He bumps Heeseungβs shoulder with the back of his hand. βIsnβt that right, Heseung?βΒ
βYeah, totally,β he says carelessly, giving you a half-hearted smile. His mouth doesnβt quite reach his eyes and you refrain from audibly sighing.Β
βDonβt you think Y/N was always the smartest person in our year?β Heeseung nods. Jake nudges his friend again.Β
βYes,β Heeseung says with a great amount of venom in his tone. He shakes off Jakeβs hand from his body abruptly, causing the younger boy to take a step back in shock. He looks at you and musters an insincere smile when he notices the rest of your friends watching. βY/N is so smart.βΒ
His sarcasm deafens your ears and makes your blood feel like it could be boiling beneath your skin. The atmosphere around you changes. Riki and Jungwon try to pretend like everything is normal while Jake and Sunghoon give Heeseung wide eyes as if to tell him to knock it off. You look at your lap, uncomfortable with the silence that washes over.Β
βWhyβs it so quiet?β Sunoo asks from behind you. The group collectively sighs and youβre all thankful that he and Jay returned from their hike to cut the tension.Β
βWe were just talking about what we wanted to do for the rest of the day,β Jungwon says before anyone can speak. βLetβs take it easy tonight and go fishing tomorrow.βΒ
βSounds good to me.β Jay takes a seat and takes a big gulp of water. βLetβs heat up some kimchi jjigae for dinner because I don't feel like cooking. Jakeβs mom made enough for all of us to have seconds.βΒ
None of you disagree. Feeling yourself grow more tired the more your friends converse with one another, you manage to catch Jungwonβs eye and nod at him before heading inside the tent.Β
***
Itβs not unusual for you to wake up with what feels like a heavy heart but youβre having a hard time pushing yourself off of the uncomfortable ground to get ready for the day. Jungwon is asleep beside you with his knee digging into your side but even that isnβt enough to motivate you to leave the tent.Β
You mourn the loss of your mom and his parents accompanying youΒ on this trip. As fun as hanging out with your friends are, having Heeseung constantly avoiding eye contact and muttering things underneath your breath has you feeling more on edge than you anticipated. It always feels like heβs waiting for you to mess up so he can get a word in or wait for the perfect moment to drop a subtle insult that only you can catch. Sunghoon and Jake in particular try their best to restrain him but that doesnβt do much. Eating dinner was awkward and you blamed your quiet nature on sleeping too deeply.Β
Finally, you sit up in your spot and rub the sleep out of your eyes. It doesnβt seem like any of the other guys are up and you pull a clock out to read the time. Itβs still early and the people around you are still waking up as well. Your movements seem to have woken up Jungwon, who yawns when he opens his eyes.
βMorning,β he croaks. βDid you sleep okay?β
βIt was fine. Woke up a few times because of people stepping on twigs, though.β
βYeah, same. I think Jake got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Woke up to him walking by the tent.β Jungwon sits up and brushes the hair out of his eyes. βIβm so hungry thinking about all the trout weβre about to eat tonight.βΒ
βIf you catch any.β He swats your arm.Β
βI alway catch more than you.β
βNuh-uh. Last year I beat you by two fish.β
βY/N, Iβve caught more fish than you every year before that.βΒ
βShut up.βΒ
You hear Jungwon laughing as you exit the tent to freshen up at the bathhouse. There are a few people milling about when you walk towards the structure. Your mouth feels a bit grimey from your morning breath and the cold water that hits your face wakes you up immediately. When you turn around after youβve finished your morning routine, you collide right into Heeseung.
βWatch it.βΒ
βI didnβt see you. Geez.β Your heart continues thumping as you grip your toiletry bag. Heeseung rolls his eyes and slips past you. Anger rises within you but you decide that itβs not worth getting so worked up over at this hour.Β
As time ticks by, the rest of your friend group emerge from their tents and gather around the campfire. You all wait for everyone to wake up and prepare themselves for the day, enjoying a nice breakfast with a cool breeze until youβre all ready to go fishing. You secure the bucket hat Jungwonβs dad gave you until it fits snugly over your head and forego a jacket, only packing the necessities while you wait for everybody else to gather their belongings before youβre all walking to the boathouse.Β
The instructors are the same from last year. You and Jungwon make small talk and explain that neither of your parents are here on this trip and you tell them about Japan when they ask you about life after college. Each of your friends introduce themselves and after a quick introduction, theyβre leading all eight of you out onto the dock.Β
There are enough boats for two pairs of three and one for two people. It seems as though you were too preoccupied talking to the employees because you realize the only boat left is one shared with Heeseung and Riki.Β
βOh,β comes your meek voice in realization as you watch the two step onto the boat.
βYou should man the engine,β the employee says as the two men get on before you. βYouβre more familiar.β
βI can steer,β Heeseung says. βIβve done it before.βΒ
βIβve watched Y/N steer these boats for a decade, son. Youβll definitely want her to do it.βΒ
Heeseung relents. Itβs a small victory, but a victory nonetheless,Β
You step onto the boat. Heeseung sits at the far end while Riki sits in the middle, holding onto the seat as you get your bearings. The three of you wave goodbye to the employees at the dock and you start to drive the boat out into the lake to catch up with the rest of your friends.
The open clearing away from the port is more beautiful than you can describe. With open waters and enough room to roam around, thereβs an array of directions to catch the most fish. The water is fairly calm with the exception of the ripples your boat makes. Riki and Heeseung donβt say a word as you steer them towards a clear path with minimal boats and see the other guys scattered around the large body of water.Β
Neither of them argue with you about where to go, even though Heeseung is holding himself back. Bitter over having you steer, he knows itβs the logical answer since you know this place like the back of your hand. He instead chooses to bask in the sunlight and welcomes the spray of water on his face and body. The cool splashes are a nice contrast to the warm sunlight.Β
When you start to slow the boat down, the water around you becomes still as well. You turn the engine off and wait for the contraption to settle beneath you. The sound of water rippling against itself is enough to make you feel more at ease and you donβt mind it when you see Heeseung start to assemble bait on the fishing poles.
βWhyβd you pick this place?β Riki asks.
βI caught a lot of fish here last year. I hope we can catch more this year.β
βMore than Jungwon?β
You smile. βYeah. He and I have this unspoken competition.β
βWhatβs the prize?β
βThereβs not really a prize. Itβs just something we do.β
βWhatβs the point of competing if thereβs no prize?β Heeseung interjects. You shrug.
βDunno. Itβs fun for us.β He doesnβt say anything after that.Β
Itβs quiet for a while. The sound of birds chirping and faint chatter in the background fill the atmosphere but the three of you silently agree to refrain from talking once youβve all casted your reels. Riki, who is a bit excited to catch some fish, anxiously peers at the water below him every few minutes or so. He pulls back with a pout when he doesnβt feel a tug on his line. The awkward tension somewhat dissipates and youβre able to forget that Heeseung is a few feet away from you. He angles his face towards the water and seems to be in his own bubble as you hold your fishing rod.Β
Growing up on this campsite means learning the virtue of patience and willing yourself to become more in tune with your surroundings. It was your father that first taught you that the most important rule to fishing was patience. Heβd tell you the fishes could sense urgency and impatience from underneath the water, and therefore they knew not to take your bait. It made sense to you at a young age. Every time youβd be on the water with him, youβd force yourself to slow down and calm your thoughts until the silence felt like a welcomed embrace.Β
That mantra of practicing patience seeps into your life now that your dad isnβt in it anymore. Jungwonβs father had volunteered to go fishing with you the first year your own chose not to go on the annual camping trip. Everyone could tell how difficult it was for you and your mother to attend, but despite hardship and the change in dynamics, she didnβt want either of you to lose any semblance of normalcy. Youβd argue that was the hardest week of your life. Jungwon, who is usually very organized and detail oriented, chose to let you lead the trip activities between the two of you and didnβt complain once.
The two of you were in high school when your father left and Jungwon swears it was like somebody stole the sun from your eyes. Your studies became the sole focus of your life and even Heeseung was barely at the forefront of your mind anymore. Heβd watch you become detached from everything that didnβt have to do with academics and extracurriculars. Focusing on college applications was the most important thing for you back then.Β
Of course, Jungwon and all of your friends gave you a bit of space to process new feelings and the change in household. Your father moved away and wasn't living in the house anymore. It started to become an empty shell, where neither you nor your mother could stand eating at the dining table because it brought up unwanted memories. Your dad wasnβt here to help you with homework anymore and you could no longer hear your parents talk outside of your door until you fell asleep. The complete silence startled you. It still does sometimes, but youβve learned that grief is about facing your hardships until it isnβt so scary anymore.Β
These trips are bittersweet every year. Fishing is a reminder of everything youβve lost. But lately, youβre starting to think about it as everything you could gain and then some.Β Β
βThe more you look down, the more the fish are gonna be scared,β you say, breaking the quiet atmosphere. Riki looks at you quizzically.Β
βReally?β
βNo, but youβre not gonna catch anything faster just by looking down.β His shoulders sag.Β
βWeβve been here for so long and nothing has tugged on my line.βΒ
βFishing is a game of chance. The fish choose to take your bait if it feels enticed enough.β As if on cue, your fishing rod starts to move. Riki watches you latch onto it while Heeseung turns back when he feels the boat rock underneath him and observes you too. You wrestle with it for a short while before reeling the fish above water and proudly hold it beside you. βPatience is the most important part of fishing. The fish finds you when you least expect it.β Heeseung snorts when you put the fish in the bucket. It takes a great deal out of you not to roll your eyes.Β
βYouβre so wise,β Riki mutters.Β
βI donβt think Iβm wise, per se. I just think thereβs nothing else you can do when youβre in open water with nothing to distract you.βΒ
βIβm working on my patience. Moving to Korea made that pretty difficult for me.βΒ
βWell, youβre moving to a new country. Itβs something youβve never done before, you know? I bet packing was stressful.βΒ
βI hated every second of it,β he says as he rolls his eyes like youβve brought out an irritating memory. βI triple checked everything before leaving. I hope I didnβt forget anything back home.βΒ
βAre you scared to start the semester?β
Riki thinks about it for a second. βKind of. My Korean is okay, but I still have trouble saying certain words. The culture is different, too. I need to get used to that more. I guess Iβm a bit sad that I had to leave my friends and family behind but itβs for the best, isnβt it? I wanted this.βΒ
You find yourself nodding in agreement. βYeah. Itβs hard to leave everything you know behind.βΒ
βI cried when I said goodbye to my dance teachers,β Riki admits with a laugh. βI think it was the first time I did that in front of them. We kept bowing to each other until I had to go. Itβll be weird finding a new studio in Seoul but Iβm excited about it.βΒ
βYouβre an incredible dancer, Riki. Thereβs no doubt in my mind that youβll thrive here.βΒ
He tries to hide his blush. βThanks. Iβm happy that I know some people already but itβs not the same, you know?βΒ
βThatβs how I feel about moving to Okayama. I know itβll only be a year, but it feels like Iβll be there for a lifetime.βΒ
βDo you ever get scared that everything back home will change?β Heeseung, too, is curious about your answer.Β
βHonestly? Yeah. Sometimes it feels like everythingβs gonna change completely the second I step on that plane. I feel like everyone will forget me and move on.β
Riki looks back at the water. βI wonder if people back home think of me.βΒ
βThey do.β He looks back at you.
βEveryone here will think about you too.βΒ
A beat passes between the two of you and you start to see Riki for what he is: a smart, sensitive person who disguises himself as somebody who can mask his feelings. What you learn is that your half-brother wears his heart on his sleeve but is careful about who he gives himself too. Itβs something youβve noticed in the time youβve known him, but this trip is starting to make you think you two are more alike than not.Β
βWhat about you, Heeseung?β Riki asks, turning to look at the eldest. βWhat are you gonna be doing now that you graduated?βΒ
βI, uh, start working at a record label pretty soon.β He clears his throat. Knowing youβre looking at him makes this boat feel smaller all of the sudden.Β
βYou majored in music production, right?β Heeseung nods.Β
βYeah. Iβve always had an interest in music so I learned how to produce during freshman year and started taking it seriously.β
βIβll bet your perfect pitch helps you a lot.β Heeseung whips his gaze over to you when you speak and you feel your skin burn. You donβt know if you shouldβve contributed to the conversation or not.Β
βSure does,β he says awkwardly, looking at the fishing rod between his legs. Heeseung remains quiet when Riki doesnβt prod him further and looks back at the water in front of him. Even in the forced proximity, you still canβt figure out why he chooses to be avoidant.Β
Heeseung, on the other hand, finds that thereβs much to contemplate about. His life has barely begun and yet he feels the weight of his future hanging in the balance. Heβs just moved into his first apartment and will need to furnish it when he gets back from the camping trip. Heβs got a mattress with no bed frame and a single loveseat his parents gave him. Aside from his gaming setup, Heeseungβs one bedroom apartment is completely bare.Β
Looking at it makes him worry for his future and being around you. You, someone heβs always assumed had it easy because you were academically gifted, makes Heeseung feel like heβs got to step up his game. He hasnβt liked you ever since high school for reasons he justifies as perfectly valid. But high school was years ago and some of his anger has subsided. All thatβs left is a faint annoyance and he'd rather be anywhere than next to you. He only said yes to this trip because of the other people who were going as well.Β
Heβs kept his feelings simmering beneath the surface and chooses to focus on anything but you when he hears you talk. Itβs frustrating enough knowing you share a lot of mutual friends, even worse when some of his best friends are people you consider family. He hates that Jake is comfortable enough to hang out with you without anyone else present and loathes that Sunghoon actively wants to become closer to you after he realized the two of you share the same taste in cinema. He especially despises the fact that Riki looks up to you even though, in Heeseungβs eyes, youβve done nothing to earn it.Β
The young teenager met the eldest of the bunch at a bonfire the third time he came to Korea after your mom had forced you to bring him along. You told him absolutely no alcohol no matter if anyone else was going to be drinking and to say no if your friends offered him a beer. He watched you that night, the way you periodically looked at your half-brother but made a lame attempt to include him in conversation. Riki found fast friends in Sunoo and Jungwon after messing around in the shallow waters of the ocean. Heeseung decided that you didnβt deserve that type of respect from Riki at that moment.Β
Itβs been years since then and heβs seen the two of you grow, albeit slowly. Even in his blind hatred for your existence, Heeseung has always wondered why Riki vies for your attention. In fact, what is it about you that makes everybody fawn over you? Why do you always seem to be the center of attention? Does nobody care about what you did to him all those years ago?
It keeps him up at night to know that nobody around him understands why heβs so angry at you. Above the root cause, you have everything you could ever want. You were the smartest girl in high school and university, and it was no question about what your future would look like. Youβd accepted a job opportunity right after graduating and it seemed as though things were merely handed to you without you working that hard for it. You didnβt have to ask for anything. It always seemed as though people could read your mind and always gave you what you wanted.Β
Maybe coming to the camping trip was a mistake. Heβs been walking on eggshells around you this entire time and feels like heβs suffocating every time his friends laugh at your jokes. Heeseung bites his tongue when he feels himself getting worked up and finds that nothing can get his mind off of you no matter how hard he tries.Β
He wonders if you remember that day all those years ago. He wonders if you know just how hurtful words can be and how awful it is to be on the receiving end of utter despair and desperation. Heeseung has always known you to be somebody who knows exactly what you want, too. Teenage angst never stopped you from pursuing higher education. It seemed like you threw everything you had into academics and everyone rewarding you for it made Heeseung want to crumble. Nobody else thought of you the way he did.Β
But this is something heβd rather keep to himself. For as much as he refuses to be your friend, he knows nothing good will ever come out of trying to convince everyone you arenβt someone who they should be friends with. After all, youβll be working in Okayama and with any luck, youβll make a permanent residence out of Japan.Β
Heeseung is distracted from his thoughts when Riki manages to catch a rather large fish. With your help, heβs able to reel it in and watches the younger boy become awestruck at its sheer size. Heeseung watches you congratulating Riki and celebrates this excitement with him as you put the fish in the bucket for safe keeping. It should warm his heart to see a friend of his so happy, but seeing you smiling next to him makes Heeseung feel all the more irritated. The three of you head back to the dock after another couple of hours and a few more dishes later.
Jungwon catches more fish than you do. All eight of you manage to acquire enough for dinner and breakfast in the morning. Jay and Jake have volunteered to help with cooking while the rest of you prepare side dishes and talk about fishing adventures from your time apart. You smile at the group halfway through the conversation, fondness blooming in your chest when everybody is laughing after having eaten dinner.Β
βGod, I swear I almost fell into the water trying to wrestle with the trout!β Jake shouts amongst the chaotic laughter. βIt felt like I was about to become one with the fish.βΒ
βI almost pushed his ass into the lake,β Jay snorts. βIt was so fucking funny.β
βIβm surprised Sunoo caught the most fish out of all of us.β Jungwon shrugs and bites into his sβmore.Β
βYouβre telling me,β Sunoo replies as he wipes chocolate from his lip. βThatβs my quota for this trip, though. Donβt expect me to go fishing again.βΒ
βIβm not ready for this trip to end,β Riki says with a mixed sigh. βWeβve already been here for a couple of days and it feels like time is going by so fast.βΒ
βI start that consulting job the Monday we go back and Iβm excited for it, but Iβm also nervous. It hit me on the way back from the lake.β Jay rubs his face with his hands. βThis adult shit is scary, man.β
βDo you guys remember when we were all freshmen and had that awful orientation leader?β Heeseung asks. Those who were in the same year as him nod. βThat felt like just yesterday and now weβre about to be real adults.β
βJayβs going to become a financial consultant, youβre working at a record label, Sunghoonβs going to open up his own cafe someday, and Iβm about to start a fellowship at a research lab.β Jake shakes his head like he canβt believe it. βNot to mention Y/Nβs moving to Japan for work. If you told me four years ago we would talk about the future like this, I wouldβve laughed.βΒ
βIt feels a bit weird knowing we arenβt going back to school.β Sunghoon looks at the younger boys and laughs. βWell, sorry to you guys.βΒ
Sunoo speaks up with a pout. βItβll be weird not seeing you guys around campus. Iβll miss running into you on my way to class.βΒ
βSometimes I wish we could stay in college forever.β Jay reaches over and picks out another marshmallow to put on his stick. βIt sucked ass but it was nice living close to you guys.β
βIβm scared to go out there alone.β You tug at the zipper on your jacket and stare at your hands. βI feel like Iβm going to mess everything up and fail. Iβll come home and have nothing to show for myself.βΒ
βCouldnβt have said it any better.β Sunghoon finishes off his sβmore and wipes the crumbs off of his lap. βI wish everything was simple and easy. We really had it good back then, didnβt we?β
βDonβt get too caught up in growing up too fast,β Jake says as he pinches Rikiβs cheeks for dramatic effect. The latter tries to dodge his touch but fails. He points to Jungwon and Sunoo. βYou guys need to make every minute count.β
Jungwon laughs. βYou sound like a Hallmark card.β
βYeah, but one day youβll be saying the same thing. Youβll go back to campus and you wonβt see us walking around.β Jungwon remains quiet after that.Β
βYouβll all be fine.β Sunoo nods once and it feels like heβs smiling at everyone individually through the fire. βLife is scary but thereβs a reason why we believe in you.β
Jay nudges Sunoo with his knee. βSince when did you get so wise?β
βYou could learn a thing or two from me.β
The tension dissipates. Everyone finishes up their desserts and helps tidy up the campsite. Jake and Sunghoon put out the fire while the rest of you put the chairs away and throw out any leftover trash in the nearby garbage bin. One by one, the eight of you start to grow sleepier as time ticks by. You all let your younger friends wash up first as you stifle yawns and prepare your makeshift bedding while you wait.Β
It feels like forever to wait with Heeseung close to you. Everybody else bids you goodnight as you brush your teeth in the wash station and rinse your face of dirt and debris from earlier in the day. Heeseung is standing just a few feet away as he waits for you to finish up but knowing heβs watching you makes your heart rate increase. Your hands tremble as you turn the faucet off and itβs just your luck that you trip over yourself and hold onto Heeseung when you turn around to exit the washroom.Β
βWatch where youβre going, Y/N,β Heeseung snaps. He shrugs your hands off of him and pushes you away from his body.Β
βWhat the fuck is your problem with me?β If Heeseung is surprised by your sudden outburst, he doesnβt show it. Your typically calm, non-confrontational demeanor is nowhere to be seen.Β
βWhy canβt you walk properly?β he mocks.Β
βYou have been so passive aggressive towards me this entire trip. Hell, youβve been that way since we were in high school. What the fuck is your deal and why canβt you man up and tell me why you hate me so much?βΒ
His expression sours. βYou have some nerve asking me that.βΒ
βWhy?! You wonβt tell me what your deal is and I canβt fix it if you donβt communicate that with me. We have so many mutual friends who want us to get along and itβs fine if weβll never be friends, but really, Heeseung, youβre acting like a child.βΒ
Heeseungβs nostrils flare and it feels demeaning the way he has to look you down in order to meet your eyes. The twinge in your heart flares when he makes no effort to talk to you further. The tension in his shoulders rises and falls with every second that passes by and youβre starting to wonder if thereβs any way you can leave the trip early.Β
He doesnβt say anything, though. Heeseung pulls away from you and enters the washroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the sound of water running. Years of pushing aside your feelings for the greater good of preserving the peace feels like theyβre suffocating you with every step you take as you talk back to your tent. The cold chill of the night bristles through your hair and your watery eyes make you stumble before unzipping your makeshift bedroom.Β
βY/N?β Jungwon asks, half-asleep. He sees you wipe your eyes as you turn away from him and put away your dirty clothes and toiletries. βWhatβs wrong?βΒ
βNothing.βΒ
He pushes himself up and hears the clip in your tone. With his eyes softening, Jungwon gently touches your shoulder and realizes that your eyes are red before you shut your flashlight off. βCome here.βΒ
Itβs somewhere between a command and a plea. Jungwon doesnβt force you to speak as he pulls your body into his. He doesnβt care that your tears are falling onto his arm and he doesnβt mind that youβve settled your weight onto his chest. Your silent hiccups make his heart lurch and the best he can do is let you cling onto him in your time of need.Β
You donβt get like this often. The last time he remembers you letting him hold you like this was a few days after your parentsβ divorce had been finalized. The tangerine-shaped pillow you had was the only thing keeping Jungwonβs back from aching as you spent what felt like hours sobbing between his arms, dirtying his shirt with your hot tears. His heart broke back then, too. Heβs not used to seeing you without a smile on your face and every crack in your demeanor lets him know youβre a dam thatβs about to burst.Β
It canβt be easy to live knowing your father willingly left and chose to leave you behind. Nearly two decades of saying βI love youβ and championing his only daughter to be the best version of herself felt like it was all for naught the night he told you he wouldnβt be living with you anymore. You could barely stand watching him pack his belongings and take everything valuable with him. You were unusually quiet during this period of time, too scared to make a sound and make things worse than they already were.Β
Jungwon knows you keep your heart locked away in a cage these days. Your friends know you like the back of their hands but itβs been getting harder and harder to coax you out of your shell. He knows it hasnβt been easy with Heeseung within your main friend group and wishes he could do more to quell your anxieties about spending time with him, even if your other friends are there to shield you from his silent torment.Β
Your best friend softens a bit when you cling onto his arm, holding him like heβs your lifeline. He pushes his fingers through your hair the way heβs seen your mom do countless times and rocks your body back and forth until youβve started to calm down. He hears your shallow breaths and holds onto you for the fear that youβll think he doesnβt want to comfort you if he lets you go.Β
βSorry.β Your voice is brittle and it makes his heart break.Β
βYou never have to be sorry, Bug. Are you okay?β You shake your head. βIs it something one of us did?β You nod. βWas it Heeseung?β He hates that you start to tear up again. βIβm sorry, Bug. Iβm so sorry.β
βI donβt understand why he doesnβt like me,β you hiccup. βI donβt know what I did. How can I apologize when I donβt know what Iβve done?βΒ
Jungwon sighs. Heβs with you on this one. βYouβre right. I donβt know whatβs gotten into him recently but Iβm fed up with it too.βΒ
βWe donβt need to be friends but I want him to stop pretending like I ruined his life.β Your best friend nods against you and pushes his cheek against the crown of your head. βSorry that I woke you up. I feel like a mess.β
βYouβre not a mess, Bug. Youβve been tied together with a smile for so long. Itβs only natural that you break down every once in a while.β
βYouβre very smart, Wonnie.βΒ
He laughs. βI know. Do you want to cry some more or go to sleep?β Jungwonβs tone lacks any humor tonight. Heβs concerned about you in a way that makes you feel like a porcelain doll and while you appreciate it when he pokes fun at you to show how comfortable he is with you, this feels just as nice.Β
βIβm ready to sleep.βΒ
You pull away from him and settle in your sleeping bag, welcoming the calmness that washes over you. Jungwon chooses to stay up just a smidge longer until heβs certain that youβre asleep before he closes his eyes, wishing for better days ahead of you.
***
The trees always seemed taller when you were younger. They stretched for miles and touched the sky from your point of view, almost as if theyΒ could reach the heavens above. You always wondered what it must be like to have lived as long as nature around you. The leaves and branches see all walks of life, from humans to animals, and keep many secrets hidden underneath its shaded areas. It almost feels like they whisper stories back to you when the wind shakes the weakest branches. You always try to listen.Β
When you find yourself hiking on another path around the lake, it becomes easier for you to clear your mind and think about all that lies before you. The sounds of birds chirping amongst the blue sky make the environment around you seem picturesque. In all of your ears camping here, you donβt think youβve ever appreciated it the way you are at this very moment.Β
Your friends are scattered in front and behind you, each of them wrapped up in their own conversations. You can feel Jungwon look at you periodically but you silently let him know that youβre doing alright. He worries about you a lot and he has every reason to. Sometimes, you wonder if any part of you is holding him back because he spends so much time looking after you. It used to be the other way around with you watching after him at playgrounds and on your walk home from school. But with your father leaving as soon as you started trying to figure out who you were, it was like a switch had flipped.Β
Your best friend has had a few girlfriends here and there but none of them ever lasted long. He reminds you that heβs young and isnβt looking for a life partner at this stage in his life, but you know he worries about you ever since the news of your dad leaving and Riki entering your life turned your world upside down. You wonder if youβre causing him too much stress.Β
He always reminds you that youβre the reason he has so many people that he loves. You introduced him to the majority of your friends on this camping trip. You were the one who introduced him to his first girlfriend and why he finds so much hope in all of the small things. Jungwon admires your resilience and ability to stand on your feet after youβve been knocked to the ground by an unseen force. Your tenacity pushes him to be a better person towards others and to himself, and heβll remind you every chance he gets. Jungwon believes that youβre okay for now. You know heβll be there to pick up the pieces if you need him to.
It brings you back to your future and how Jungwon wonβt be physically present when you move to Japan. Youβve spent so much time with him and it made you happy when he was accepted into his bachelor program at your university. The two of you have always been close, whether it was because neither of you had siblings and found solace in each another or because of forced proximity from being neighbors, you donβt know. It feels like youβll be saying goodbye to somebody who youβve always leaned on. It feels like youβre leaving him the way your dad left you.Β
Dealing with the overwhelming guilt of moving to Okayama, the city your father moved to when he left you and your mom, digs a hole deep inside of your chest every time you think about it. Itβs probably why you push off discussions about moving whenever you can and change the subject when other people bring it up. You try not to get too irritated whenever your mom talks to you about packing and everything else thatβs important when settling in a new country, like a work visa or financial burdens. But every conversation with her about your eventual move feels like a million needles are slowly pricking your skin. Every step feels heavier than the next.Β
Thereβs Heeseung, too, who has been plaguing your mind ever since you awoke. Itβs not unlike him to be cold towards you. In fact, youβve dealt with tuning him out and learned to ignore his quiet scoffs, paying attention to anyone who would give you some of their attention. The accumulation of life stress and the inevitable move has made it so your heart rate canβt seem to be still at any time in the day. Heeseung doesnβt make it any better by snapping at you for treading carefully. This feeling reminds you of the time you tiptoed around your father when you found out about his infidelity being the reason why he chose to leave you and your mother for Okayama. It feels like anticipating a bomb going off. Itβs never a matter of if, but when.Β
You donβt remember when things changed but you remember it was abrupt and unannounced. One day, the two of you were laughing with bologna sandwiches for lunch and the next, Heeseung was ignoring you like the two of you had never been friends. His stare was just as cold as his tone when speaking. You could never catch his eye when you were with your group of friends and he refused to be alone with you. The hurt that came with his actions felt like a punch in the gut with all you were dealing with back home.Β
The reason why it was easy to tune out his friendship was purely because of prioritization. Dealing with empty rooms and the house feeling like a ghost was haunting the walls was by far a greater sadness than losing a friend. But even so, seeing Heeseung laugh with your friends and watching him excel in everything you used to support him in made you feel like you were being left behind. It hurt to attend his basketball games because he no longer looked for your eyes in the stands. He didnβt acknowledge you when your group of friends would head to the nearby diner for a celebratory meal, and he didnβt call you to say goodnight and to thank you for coming to his games and open practices anymore.Β
The ghost of your friendship lingered over you like an unwanted guest. It followed you into university after you committed to the same one and it seemed like neither of you could escape one another. Seeing him live a life that you werenβt a part of made your reality sink inβthe few years he spent distancing himself from you wasnβt merely a fluke or teenage angst. Heeseung wanted nothing to do with you. You had to learn how to be okay with that.Β
Still, you wish you were as tall as the trees around you. Maybe then Heeseung would tell you why he didnβt like you anymore.Β
βY/N, watch out!βΒ
The warning nearly comes too late. You donβt register a hissing sound until you see a reflection of scales and stumble backwards into somebody who seems to be caught off guard as much as you are. Jakeβs warning saved you from a nasty bite from a snake that has slithered away back between the trees but your heart stammers in your chest as you curl yourself further deeper into the person behind you.Β
You hate snakes. Youβre petrified of themΒ
Heeseung, to his misfortune, is the person youβve bumped into. He saw the snake just before Jake said his warning and felt his body freeze in the way yours didnβt. He didnβt have time to move aside and let Sunoo, who he was talking to, move to grab your body and pull you out of harmβs way. He feels your beating chest against his and looks down at you. Heeseung doesnβt think heβs ever seen you like this before. It makes his stomach fall.Β
βY/N is really scared of snakes,β Jungwon says as he walks up to the two of you, offering a quick explanation before Heeseung could say anything about you clinging onto him. βShe got bit by one as a kid and it scared her pretty bad.β Heeseung doesnβt push you away. Instead, he lets Jungwon pry you off of his body until youβre able to blink and come to your senses.Β
βSorry.β You throw an apology his way when Jungwon rubs your back. The rest of your friends, who seem to know about your fear, try to give you some space instead of crowding around you. A part of him wants to scoff. The other part of him feels bad for you. It almost makes him feel guilty for being so short with you last night.
βWeβre almost at the end of the trail anyway,β Jungwon says. βLetβs finish it and get some lunch.βΒ
When you all arrive back at the campsite, Jake pulls your water bottle out of your backpack and stands with you while Jungwon lets you stand right beside him in an attempt to calm yourself down. Jay and Sunghoon, not wanting to impede and make things uncomfortable, decide to go on another short hike and let you rest. The sight is a bit unnerving for Heeseung, who has generally only ever thought of you as this self righteous, confident person, to see you in such a state of shock that you could barely look him in the eye like you did the night before. Heβs used to you avoiding and ignoring him but he isnβt accustomed to you scurrying away from anything or anyone.Β
Heβs a bit confused as to why he feels a little guilty for how he spoke to you last night. You were his friend before he decided you werenβt and that feeling of concern is starting to creep back in. Heeseung watches the way you flinch when Jake tries to rub your shoulder and how Jungwon is the only person who seems to know how to get you to relax after the snake incident.Β
βIs she really that scared of snakes?β Heeseung asks Sunoo, who stands away from you to give you space. He pretends to be busy picking at his nails to let you have peace and not make you feel overcrowded with two of your friends already by your side.Β
βIf I tell you, are you going to use that against her?β Sunoo doesnβt typically question Heeseung like this. It startles him but he shakes his head anyway.Β
βNo,β says Heeseung. βIβm not. Iβve never seen her act like that.β
Sunoo must think the elder is telling the truth. βWhen Y/N was very young, a snake bit her ankle when her parents werenβt looking. She got scared and tripped over a rock or something, and her entire leg started to bleed and got a pretty bad gash from it. They rushed her to the emergency room and panicked because her leg was covered in blood.β
βThatβs it?β
Sunoo glares at Heeseung. βIt might not seem like a big deal to you, but that kind of stuff leaves an impression on you when youβre a kid, Heeseung. Sheβs been pretty terrified of snakes and blood ever since.βΒ
βHuh. I never knew that.β
βDonβt go barking up that tree. Itβs bad enough that you hate her for no good reason.βΒ
Heeseung looks at Sunoo quizzically when he hears his friendβs harsh tone. βWhatβs the matter with you?βΒ
Sunoo scoffs. βMe? Whatβs the matter with you? I heard you and Y/N last night. You were an ass to her. Sheβs right, too. How can she apologize for hurting you if you never talk about what she did?Β
βSunooββ
βSave it, Heeseung.β He straightens his posture. βYouβre my friend and I love you, but youβve been really harsh on Y/N for the past few years. I thought the two of you drifted apart but you clearly have a vendetta against her.β
βI do not have a vendetta against Y/N.βΒ Β
βSure. Whatever you say. Just remember that Y/Nβs the reason why youβre on this trip. One veto from her and Jungwon wouldβve kicked your ass to the curb. Youβre lucky she doesnβt say this shit to anyone.βΒ
Heeseung looks at his shoes, feeling the heat in his body creep up his neck. He knows Sunooβs somewhat right. Youβre half the reason why this trip exists at all. Even if Jungwon brought the friend group along, itβs you who this campaign tradition belongs to as well. Heeseung bites his tongue and tries his best not to argue with Sunoo. Deep down, the elder knows that heβs been a bit harsh to you and sometimes finds himself regretting the venom he aims directly at you. But then he remembers that incident from all those years ago and feels his anger bubble up inside of him. He pulls his friend away so that none of you hear him.Β
βI have a reason not to like her okay?β Heeseung whispers through his teeth.Β
βWhat reason could you possibly have that justifies how shitty youβve been?β
Heeseung looks around like heβs afraid someoneβs listening in. βSecond semester, sophomore year of high school. You and Jake were with me doing homework right outside the front gate. We were waiting for my brother to pick us up from school when Y/N told Kim Chaewon that I would never amount to anything because I didnβt have any talent and had to flirt with girls to get them to listen to my music.β
Sunoo looks at Heeseung like heβs sprouted a second head, who looks at the younger boy like heβs waiting for confirmation or validation of sorts with his eyebrows raised as if expecting a certain outcome. Instead, Sunoo slaps him on the back of his head with his palm and scowls.Β
βYou are so stupid, Heeseung.β
βWhat the fuck did I do?!β Heeseung soothes the spot where Sunoo hit him. βIt was messed up for her to say that. Why are you calling me stupid?β
βY/N didnβt say that about you. Chaewon did.βΒ
Heeseungβs eyes grow comically wide. βI know what I heard.βΒ
βNo, you donβt. I remember the moment youβre talking about. You left so fast and didnβt stop when Jake and I called out for you. Chaewon couldn't get another word out because Y/N tore her a new one. Why do you think they arenβt friends anymore?βΒ
βWellβ¦Because Y/N said that about me. Chaewon was my friend, too.βΒ
Sunoo shakes his head. βChaewon said that about you. Not Y/N.β
βThatβs not possibleβ¦β
βHow would you know? You werenβt there. You left before you could hear the full argument.βΒ
βSunoo,β Heeseung says, voice quivering from a mixture of guilt and embarrassment. βPlease tell me thatβs not true.βΒ
βDo you know how stupid you look knowing you blew off Y/N, the person who defended you, and still talked to Chaewon?β Sunoo shakes his head at Heeseung. βYou ended your longest friendship over a misunderstanding and then got closer with the person who actually said those things about you. Imagine how Y/N mustβve felt.βΒ
Heeseungβs mind starts to recount the days after your argument with Chaewon and how heβd gone out of his way to ignore you in the aftermath. He never gave you an explanation about his absence and why he pulled away, citing that incident as the reason why you didnβt deserve to know in the first place. He thinks about Chaewon and how he didnβt think twice about it because his mind had already been made up. He was still friends with Chaewon, taking pictures with her at parties and talking to her whenever their friend groups hung out together. Not once did he spare a glance to you.Β
As his mind starts to wander into nostalgic territory, Heeseung feels his stomach plummet. The sudden urge to rectify his actions overwhelms him and heβs fighting tooth and nail not to cry on the spot.Β
When he looks at you now, quiet and hidden within your shared friends, Heeseung canβt help but feel a bit guilty. He suddenly remembers the few moments where you showed a vulnerable side of yourself and allowed him to see you cry after a bad grade or when your middle school friends were being mean towards you. Heeseung recalls all the times heβs ever thought of you as somebody who puts on a brave face and stands back up after feeling the weight of the world crush you to the ground. He thinks about all of the times heβs ever made you feel insignificant to him and feels pins and needles in his footsteps. Heeseung finds himself walking towards you as heβs contemplating his feelings and Jungwon guards you, pushing you behind him.Β
βHey,β Heeseung says awkwardly. He tries to peek at you but doesnβt like seeing you look so helpless. Pathetically, he offers a meek apology. βSorry about the snake.βΒ
βItβs fine. Sorry I grabbed you.β For the first time in a long time, Heeseung doesnβt feel annoyed by the thought of you latching onto him.Β
βItβs okay. I, uhβ¦wanted to know if you were fine.β Heeseung clears his throat. βIs there anything I can do?β His unfamiliar kindness confuses you and it confuses Jungwon too.
βYou know, maybe it would be a good idea if you left the campsite for a while,β Jake suggests from beside Heeseung. βYouβre a bit shaken up and you could probably use a change of scenery.βΒ
βThatβs not a bad idea, actually,β Jungwon agrees. βYou could leave for a few hours and come back once youβve calmed down, Bug.βΒ
You pick at your fingernails. βI feel so stupid for being so scared.β
βItβs not stupid, Y/N.β Jake tilts his head and looks at you with a pout. βItβs something youβre scared of and with good reason. I wouldβve been scared shitless if it was closer to me.β
βYou could go into town and get some ice cream,β says Jungwon. βYou should go to the beach by the highway for a little bit and get your mind off of it.βΒ
βI-I donβt really want to go alone.β
Heeseung speaks before he can even think about what heβs saying.
βIβll go with you.β Jungwon and Jake whip their head to their friend.Β
βHeeseungββ
βI can drive us,β he says, mouth moving faster than his brain. βI wonβt say anything, I swear. Iβll take her to the beach and ice cream if she wants to.βΒ
Jungwon hesitantly looks at Heeseung. βAreβ¦Are you sure?βΒ
βYeah.β He lies straight through his teeth. He doesnβt know if he can sit with you when his whole life has been turned upside down. But itβs too late to backtrack. βIβve been feeling a little restless here anyway.βΒ
βI donβt knowβ¦β
βJay isnβt here and he has his keys.β Jake looks at you and nudges your shoulder. βWhat do you want to do, Y/N?βΒ
You look up at Heeseung for the first time and he sucks in a breath. Itβs like youβre devoid of yourself, fear and anxiety clouding your eyes like youβre petrified to even speak. He watches you lick your lips slowly as if contemplating carefully. βI want to go.β
βBug, you donβt have to.β
βI know, Wonnie.β You touch his arm and he relents. βI think I need to leave for a little bit and calm down. I should walk on the beach, or something.β
βI can come with you guys.β Riki, who has been silent during this ordeal, speaks up and appears to the other side of Heeseung. βI saw the beach just before we got here. It looks pretty.βΒ
βThatβs a good idea,β Jake nods, looking at you. He softens his tone. βWould that be alright with you?βΒ
You hum .βMhm. Yeah, thatβs fine. Let me get my wallet.βΒ
When you leave for your tent, Jungwon looks at Heeseung and stares at him with an expression he canβt read. The silence is deafening and he awkwardly coughs, looking away from his younger friend.Β
βDonβt fuck this up,β says Jungwon with a clipped tone. βYouβve been a dipshit and sheβs been putting up with it for the sake of everybody else. The last thing she needs is for you to make fun of her and make her feel even worse than she already does.βΒ
βI wonβt, Jungwon. I swear.βΒ
βIβm choosing to trust you because youβre my friend too, despite everything you feel towards Y/N.β He nods at Riki. βYou, keep an eye out for them.β
βI wonβt do or say anything,β Heeseung promises for a second time. You come back a moment later, oblivious to the tension.Β
βBe safe, yeah?β Heeseung hears the change in Jungwonβs tone when talking to you. βCall me if you need anything. Your phoneβs charged from the portable, right?β
βYeah.β You hold up your phone to show him. βIβll let you know when weβre coming back.βΒ
The beach itself is nestled towards the end of the highway where the sand meets the trees. The small shops around it bring a sense of nostalgia, especially when Heeseung parks in front of a large, tattered orange sign that says βICE CREAM SOLD HERE.β The three of you walk inside and Heeseung watches you look over the flavors.Β
βThey change the flavors all the time based on the season,β you say absentmindedly. The three of you are the only customers and he figures the employee must be in the back.Β
Itβs a bit strange to be spending time with you apart from everybody else. Even though Rikiβs accompanying the two of you, he hasn't been alone with you like this in years. You seem to be doing a little better with distance put between you and the campsite. Heeseung hopes the drive wasnβt too terrible. His knuckles turned white with the grip he had on the steering wheel, too afraid to look into the rearview mirror for the fear of catching your eye. He wonders if youβd be able to read his mind in the way you once did.Β
You make small talk with the owner of the shop who recognizes you before ordering. Riki and Heeseung follow too, the youngest trying a few flavors before settling on one. You go to pay for your own until Riki pulls out his wallet and pays for the both of you. Heeseung watches the two of you argue before the owner accepts Rikiβs card. Heβs pulled out of his thoughts before paying for his own cup.Β
The beach is right next door and the three of you leave your shoes inside Heeseungβs trunk before stepping onto the warm sand. The sunβs high in the sky and Heeseungβs grateful that he chose to put on extra sunblock before leaving his tent. Riki follows you towards the water. He chooses to stay behind and give you both space even though his heart is telling him not to.Β
Heeseung has always believed in telling the truth because itβll always see the light at the end of the day. Heβs a fan of honesty and itβs something he values in all of his friends. He thought heβd found that in you ever since the day the two of you started becoming friends and felt his world shatter around him when he thought you were making fun of his aspirations to become a music producer. Youβd spent countless hours in his bedroom with him as he learned how to use proper equipment and went so far as to buy him a few things here and there disguised as birthday and Christmas gifts. You spent so much time listening to him grow as a musician in the comfort of his bedroom. The thought that you were pretending to care about him made Heeseung feel sick to his stomach. It wasn't hard for him to cut you off when he thought you betrayed him.
But now, life feels like itβs at a stand still. You stand before him and Heeseungβs throat closes up like heβs lost the ability to breathe. You might not even know that youβre the reason for his inner turmoil. You probably donβt care. Why would you when heβs pushed you so far from armβs length? Heeseung sighs to himself and replays every single interaction heβs ever had with you after deciding to cut you out of his life. The guilt piles up on him before he can stop it from stacking until it eventually makes his skin feel like itβs been set on fire. Heβll have to sit with the fact that heβs made you out to be a cruel, terrible friend instead of the person who would defend him to hell and back.
What must you think of him now? For a long time, it took Heeseung great strength to push you into the far corners of his mind and stop seeking you out whenever you were near him. He trained himself to look away from you, the weight of your alleged words playing in the back of his mind whenever he felt the urge to talk to you like old times. Heeseung stopped communicating with you altogether, unfollowing you on all of your social media and physically removing you out of his life so he wouldnβt have to see your face when he least expected it.Β
But now it feels like the last six years of his life have been a lie. Heβs been living in his own world, wrapped up in a delusion that only he was able to clearly see. The memory was too painful to say out loud let alone tell a soul. Heeseung kept his heart guarded and offered a brief explanation whenever your mutual friends asked why the two of you werenβt close anymore and heβd shut you down if you tried to talk to him until your efforts ceased.Β
When he looks at you now, all he feels is regret.Β
Riki walks back towards Heeseung, whoβs perched on a bench right on the sand. His ice cream is discarded in the nearby trash can and Riki eats whateverβs left in his cup before tossing it away. The two of them sit in silence. Riki basks in the salt air and relishes in the sound of birds chirping and waves crashing onto the shore. Heeseung can only hear his heart beating in his ears.Β
βSheβs doing okay,β Riki says, breaking the silence. βI think her shock and adrenaline are wearing off.βΒ
βI could tell she wanted to be left alone after a little while. I hope sheβll be fine when we go back.βΒ
βIβm sure she will be.βΒ
Riki nods and looks back at you. βHave you ever seen her get like that?βΒ
βMaybe once or twice. We stopped being close in high school.βΒ
βOh, yeah. Right.βΒ
βBut she always bounced back,β Heeseung adds quickly. βLike you said, sheβll be fine.β
βI didnβt even know she was scared of snakes.βΒ
Heeseung laughs. βMe either.β The silence permeates until Heeseung speaks again. βCan I ask you a question?βΒ
βSince when have you ever asked me if you could ask me something?βΒ
βFair point.β Heeseung rubs his palms against his thighs. βI donβt really know where to start.β
βThe beginning is usually the best place.βΒ
βYou know how I feel about Y/N. How I felt about her. I told you so many times to stop expecting people to treat you the way you want to be treated if they didnβt put in the effort to make you feel welcomed.β Heeseung looks at the younger boy. βWhy did you keep defending?βΒ
βAre you asking me because youβre worried about Y/N or because you have some weird thing with her?βΒ
βIβm asking because Iβm starting to think I was wrong about her.β Riki must think Heeseung is telling the truth because he nods after a moment.Β
βHow much do you know about Y/Nβs family life?β
βI know she has a mom and that Jungwonβs parents are like her own. I also know her parents got divorced and that her dad left just before she graduated high school.βΒ
βRight.β Riki coughs nervously. βHow much do you know about our relationship?βΒ
βYou two are half-siblings.βΒ
βThatβs all?βΒ
Heeseung shrugs. βI never questioned it.βΒ
βOkay, yeah. That makes sense.β Riki looks down at his lap like heβs trying to figure out what to say. βI donβt really know if this is my place to say it but I want you to know so you can stop thinking Y/Nβs the Devil.βΒ
βI donβt think sheβs the Devil.βΒ
Riki chuckles. βSure. To put it simply, she's my half-sister because her dad cheated on her mom with mine. Heβd go on business trips to Japan a few times a year and they hit it off after they met. One thing led to another and they started meeting up whenever he was back in town.Β
βThey had me a year after they first started their affair and I guess he was able to keep his life in Japan a secret until Y/N found pictures on her dadβs laptop. She saw pictures of us on vacations when her dad was supposed to be on work trips. I think she told her mom about it and thatβs around the time I found out he had another family too.βΒ
βWhat was going through your head back then?βΒ
βWell, my mom told me my dad had to live in Korea for work. I believed it until I was seven, maybe? Iβd always ask her questions as I got older but she either brushed me off or told me things that didnβt add up. Heβd come more frequently the older I got. We didnβt talk on the phone much when he was over in Korea, though, so seeing him in person used to be extra special.Β
βThen I found out that he had an affair because he came to live with us full time when I was twelve. My mom told me everything when he moved in and I felt like my entire life was a lie. I couldnβt look at either of them the same.βΒ
βWowβ¦I canβt imagine going through that.β Heeseungβs words hang in the air.Β
βYeah. It was hard. I hated Y/N for a while. I hated that she got to see my dad more than I did when I found out. My friends used to make fun of me because he wasnβt around for my dance competitions and showcases. I always defended him and said he was working in Korea to make a better life for us. Itβs what I believed at the time.βΒ
βAnd your mom let you believe all of that?β
Riki shrugs. βI guess so. She hated Y/N and her mom. She always talked down on them when my dad moved in and I felt that my anger was justified too. My mom hated the fact that my dad still wanted to keep Y/N in his life and wouldnβt fully abandon her the way he did hid with his ex-wife. Some of his paycheck would go towards Y/Nβs college fund and my mom tried everything in her power to stop him from giving her money but he gave her an ultimatum, so she stopped complaining.Β
βHe took me to Korea once. I was fourteen, I think. I met my dadβs parents and we stayed with them for a while. I donβt know why he took me there since I could barely speak the language but he said he wanted me to get to know where he grew up and integrate myself in the culture since he was trying to be a present father. That was the first time I met Y/N. I had my mind made up and decided I hated her the first time I saw her. She couldnβt have been older than seventeen. I hated that she looked just like me.Β
βWhen we met for the first time, we didnβt really get along. Both of us didnβt talk and our dad tried so hard to form a bond between us but it didnβt work. I didnβt want anything to do with her because all I could think about was how she got to spend so much time with him while I only got to see him for a week or so a few times a year.βΒ
βWhat made you change your mind?β Heeseung asks.Β
βWhen we got back to Japan, my mom kept saying all of these mean things about Y/N and her family,β Riki continues. βI wasnβt her biggest fan but the stuff she was saying was cruel and untrue. I knew it was pure jealousy and realized that my mom helped break up a perfectly good family. I mean, I knew it was my dadβs fault for cheating on his wife and leaving Y/N also, but coming to that realization made me think about how Y/N mustβve felt when she found out.β
βWowβ¦I didnβt know any of this.β
βAs far as I can tell, Jungwonβs the only person sheβs told.β Riki sighs and pushes his fingers through his hair. βAnyway, at that point, neither one of us cared to keep the relationship going. I didnβt call her and she didnβt call me. But the more my parents started living their lives like they hadnβt made two people fall apart, the more I started to feel sorry for Y/N. I canβt imagine finding out your dad cheated on your mom and then willingly left you for another family. Our dad brought me back to Korea a few times after that for winter and summer breaks to stay with his parents. He said he wanted me to experience life abroad. Heβd bring me to family events and I always felt so out of place.β
βWait, seriously?β Heeseung asks in disbelief.Β
βYeah, if you can believe it. I felt so guilty coming to these things. It was actually Y/Nβs mom who told her to start being more open to me. I canβt explain how awful I felt when I realized she was making an effort to include me even though I was someone from her ex-husbandβs affair. When my dad was trying to get back in everyoneβs good graces, Y/Nβs mom was making sure I had enough food and water.
βI slowly started to realize that Y/N was hurting too. She had everything I wanted but it felt like I was the one who took that away from her. I thought, maybe if my mom wasnβt pregnant with me, her dad wouldβve never continued the affair and she wouldβve never found out he cheated.β
βThatβs why you defend her, isnβt it? Even when I thought she was being unfair?βΒ
Riki laughs. βYeah, man. Iβve known about her longer than sheβs known me and Iβve known about the affair longer than she has. Iβve had more time to get used to it. I donβt blame her for pushing me away. If I found out I had a half-sibling because my dad cheated on my mom, I think Iβd react the same way.β Heeseungβs heart feels much heavier than it did prior to this conversation. βWeβve been getting better. She texts me first every now and then and she keeps up with my dancing stuff. Itβs not like weβre total strangers anymore. I mean, she likes me enough to let me be friends with you guys. Itβll just take some time.β
βDo you want her to be in your life? And do you want to be in hers?βΒ
Heeseung watches Riki nod without a second doubt. βAbsolutely. I love Y/N now. Sheβs my sister even if she only thinks of me as her half-brother. I know weβve had it rough in the past but she looks out for me. Y/Nβs smart and confident in all the ways I wish I could be. I love listening to her talk and I love learning new things about her. I always wished for a sibling and even though this isnβt how I imagined it going, Iβm happy.βΒ
The two of them sit in another round of silence. Heeseung does his best to process everything Riki has just told him but it feels like thereβs too much information for him to digest all at once. He never knew any of this about you, too caught up in his own feelings about the misunderstanding. While he was giving you the cold shoulder, you were crumbling apart because your dad left for another family. If he knew any of this back then, Heeseung thinks he would be sympathetic. But he canβt turn back the clock. He watches you stand by the water with your empty ice cream up in your hands and wonders what youβre thinking about.Β
βWait,β Heeseung says, cutting the silence for the umpteenth time. βYouβre from Okayama.β Riki nods. βYouβve lived in Okayama until you moved here.βΒ
βYeah, thatβs right.βΒ
βAnd Y/Nβs moving to Okayama for work.β Riki nods solemnly. βYouβre telling me Y/Nβs moving to the city your dad moved to when he left her?β The younger boy nods again. βShit.β
βWith everything going on in her life, I donβt expect her to have it all figured out. Sure, it hurt when she didnβt want to spend time with me but I donβt think I can really be mad at her when this is how her life is. Okayama is a big city but the world is pretty small.β
βIβm pretty sure sheβs scared about running into our dad. Lord knows I came to study in Korea because I didnβt want to be around him anymore,β Riki scoffs. βI know that I have my own shit to deal with and that Iβll probably need to find a therapist when I start school but for now, Iβll focus on Y/N. Iβm happy she let me come on this trip because I know how much camping with Jungwon means to her. I can somewhat empathize with her about moving to a place that didnβt feel like home because of your dad.βΒ
Heeseung looks at Riki and doesnβt expect him to look as tranquil as he does, but he looks at you like youβre the person giving him this grace and maturity. βFuck, Riki. Iβm really sorry that you had to deal with this. Do the other guys besides Jungwon know?β
βNot as much as you do, they just know something happened with my parents and thatβs why I donβt want to go back to Okayama. I donβt think Y/Nβs told anybody else, so please donβt tell her you know.β
βI wonβt,β Heeseung promises. βI swear on it.βΒ
βGood. I trust you and youβve been a good friend to me.βΒ
βSorry for giving you a hard time about her too.βΒ
βItβs fine now. Justβ¦promise me you wonβt be so harsh on her. Sheβs been through a lot and I can tell sheβs really not happy about the move even though the job opportunity is really good for her career.βΒ
βOf course.βΒ
You walk back towards them and the two boys stand up and pretend as if they werenβt speaking in depth about you. Heeseung, for the first time, smiles at you without restraint and it makes you feel confused as you shake off the sand and head back into his car.Β
On the entire drive back to the campsite, Heeseung lets Riki control the music and thinks about their previous conversation. He had no idea this is what you were dealing with and always thought you stopped talking to him because you didnβt think it was worth being friends either. He doesnβt remember much about the last few years of high school, apart from avoiding you when you were around, but now he wishes he wouldβve paid more attention. Even though whatβs past is past, Heeseung wishes he could turn back time and stop himself from making a false assumption.Β
He parks the car sooner than he realizes and Riki hands Heeseung back his phone. You step out of the car and look far better than you did before the impromptu trip. Heeseung canβt help but jog after you.Β
βHey,β he calls out. Youβre pulled out of your thoughts when you hear his voice and look at him, perplexed. βAre you feeling better now?βΒ
βUm, yeah.β You look at Heeseung like you donβt know what he wants from you and heβs starting to hate that heβs made you feel this way for so long.Β
βGood. Thatβs good.β Heeseung clears his throat. βI, uh, wanted to apologize for what I said to you last night. That was out of line. Iβm really sorry.β The gears turn in your head and he can see you processing his apology slowly.Β
βYeah, well, if you have a problem with me then you should either tell me why or leave me alone.β Your words lack any venom like they did last night but theyβre replaced with something more raw and callous. He almost wishes you would yell at him.Β
βI know.β He really does. βBut I really am sorry. For everything.β Heeseung canβt find the words to elaborate how he feels, not when he sees your shared friends in front of him.Β
You look at him and he feels like you might as well be looking into his soul. Without another word, you leave him with his thoughts and rejoin the rest of the group.Β
***
Itβs nearing the end of the trip and Heeseung feels like he needs to get you alone to apologize for a million things. Guilt courses through his body when heβs awake and it only ceases when heβs asleep. He does his best to keep a straight face when heβs around everybody else and heβs sure theyβre all picking up on the fact that he hasnβt been avoiding you like he did when you all first arrived.Β
But itβs hard to get you alone. He knows you likely wouldnβt hear him out if he asked you to talk. Even so, he doesnβt know if he knows everything he wants to say. Heeseung is sure everyone else will want to know why he asked to talk to you and make a big deal out of it too, but he canβt say he blames them when heβs the one who has put so much tension between the two of you. Being nicer towards you with intention is not normal for Heeseung. He wishes that werenβt the case.Β
Itβs a warm day outside and everybodyβs agreed to go kayaking in the lake. The water is calm and there are a few families and groups whoβve decided to do the same thing. Everybody fastens life vests and hops into their own kayak before setting out on the water.Β
Heeseung wants to enjoy being out on the water but his mind keeps coming back to you. He wonders deeply about the past he shares with you and what wouldβve been if he hadnβt made those assumptions all those years ago. He knows heβs always been a bit too prideful for his own good, putting himself above the opinions of others without thinking twice. Heβs got tough skin and likes that heβs developed a sense of confidence and identity, especially because he wants to pursue a career in music, but now he wonders if heβs too confident.Β
The reason why your words hurt more than heβd care to admit is because he harbored a pathetic crush on you ever since you wrote him a letter for his thirteenth birthday. Heβd just gotten the hang of making music on GarageBand and by the time his birthday rolled around, Heeseung wanted to show some of his friends what heβd been learning after school. October came quickly and he invited his closest friends to his house for some cake and to jump in the large bouncy house his parents rented for him. The warm afternoon is forever etched into his memory because everyone Heeseung cared about in his first year being a teenager was there to support the beginning of his music interest.Β
Heeseung remembers the gift he unwrapped from you and your parents. It was a CD of his favorite album and one of those plastic statues with an award title etched into the base. It read βBEST MUSIC PRODUCERβ on it and Heeseung thought it was the best gift he received that year. What made that warm afternoon even more special was when you pulled him aside to give him a handwritten note. He remembers your shy voice telling him not to open it until everybody was gone and said you wanted to give the letter to him in private when nobody else was looking because your parents didnβt know youβd done this. He kept that card on his desk until everybody left, promising to read it as soon as he was alone.Β
You wrote to his yearning heart, the side of him that wanted to make music so badly that heβd sit in his room until the late hour with a lamp shining over his desk to write songs until his hand hurt from holding his pen. Heeseung would hunch over his desk during school and scribble down lyrics in the margins of his assignments. It always felt like he was the only person who felt this way most times and felt like his peers couldnβt understand why he loved making music so much. Reading your letter made Heeseung feel less alone, as if you were always watching over him and seeing his passion when he thought nobody else could.Β
That note alone solidified his blooming crush and suddenly, every love song he wrote was dedicated to you. Details about you were weaved into his songsβthe sound you made when you laughed, the stickers you used to collect, and the number on your childhood homeβit all became important to him. It was almost like Heeseung could talk to you through his music without saying a single word. He could let his songs do the talking for him.Β
Of course, thinking you were the one who said he didnβt have any real talent made his hopes and dreams shatter into a million pieces. He always felt like your champion and that pursuing his passion wasnβt so scary if he had you by his side. The world felt like it was crashing all around him to the point where he considered giving up on making music altogether. For that, he would never forgive you. But itβs different now. Heeseung knows youβre not to blame. The culpability doesnβt lie on your shoulders, even if thatβs what Heeseung thought for all these years.Β
Heeseung roams around the lake in silence, letting the birds chirp uninterrupted. The sound of his boat sailing against the water beneath him does something to soothe his aching heart for the time being. He sees you not too far ahead with Sunghoon a bit behind you when he sees you reach for the paddle that fell from your grip. His heart stops when your kayak tips over when you've reached too far.Β
He wastes no time and rows his boat with all his might after hearing your yelp. His arms burn as he pushes through the water but before he can get any closer to you, Sunghoon has jumped out of his kayak to help you back to the surface. Heβs able to drag you to the shore nearby and takes off your life jacket when the two of you are sitting on the edge of dry land. Heeseung manages to haul your kayak and paddle while Jay, who also saw the incident, grabs Sunghoonβs. The two of them wordlessly make their way to you and Sunghoon.
Heeseung sees and hears you coughing but heβs also aware of the fact that youβre situated between Sunghoonβs arms. Heβs got you securely wrapped between him as you regain your breath. Itβs selfish to even consider the idea that he might be jealous but he canβt help it, especially since youβre gripping onto his arms like heβs your lifeline.Β
βShit, Y/N,β Jay says as he takes his life jacket off. Heeseung does the same and parks his boat to get out of the water. βAre you okay?β
βMhm,β you mutter, catching your breath from the water thatβs still lodged in your throat. βJesus, I didnβt think that would happen.β
βYou gave me a heart attack.β Sunhoon laughs from behind you but doesnβt push you away just yet. Heeseung watches you.
βI got your boat and paddle,β he says pathetically, feeling awkward when the three of you look at him. βIβm glad youβre okay.βΒ
βThanks.β You cough when you speak and Sunghoon rubs your back gently. βWhy does this shit keep happening to me?βΒ
βMaybe Heeseungβs bad luck,β Sunghoon snickers. Thereβs no real animosity in his tone but Heeseung feels upset nonetheless.Β
βSorry,β he finds himself apologizing.Β
βIt wasnβt your fault,β you tell him, leaning back against Sunghoon as you catch your breath. βI think thatβs enough kayaking for today, though.β
Jay laughs. βYeah, you can say that again. Iβm getting hungry anyway. Sunoo and Riki are probably complaining about that too.βΒ
At dinner, the eight of you sit around the fire as Jay, with the help of Riki and Sunoo, prepare and serve the food. The warm food satisfies everyone and everybody takes turns swapping stories about kayaking, and everybody laughs when Sunghoon recounts the story of you tipping over your boat. Riki keeps your plate full and tries to give you more meat but you shake your head. He pouts and you eventually relent, and that makes Heeseung smile.
He can feel Jungwon looking at him. The younger boy sits next to Heeseung and looks at him every so often, especially when you start talking or when the topic of discussion falls onto you. He ignores it to the best of his ability because heβs sure his friend has picked up on the fact that heβs not acting like heβs not interested anymore. When Jungwon pulls him aside when everybody leaves to get ready for bed, he isnβt surprised.Β
βWhatβs up with you?β Jungwon asks quizzically. βDonβt act like you donβt know what I mean either, Heeseung. You were acting weird at dinner.βΒ
βTo make a long story short, the reason why I didnβt like Y/N all this time was because I thought she was the one who said I would never make it in music. Sunoo told me it was Chaewon, not Y/N.βΒ
Jungwonβs eyes open comically. βThatβs the reason you didnβt like Y/N?!β Heeseung smacks his shoulder and shushes him. βYou know if you just, like, told any of us why you were so mad at her, we couldβve solved this and you wouldnβt have lost a friend.β Ouch.Β
βYeah,β Heeseung replies, looking at the ground below him, βI know. I feel like an idiot and I feel guilty. I want to make it right with her but Iβve acted like such an ass. I told myself it was for the better.β
βYou really were an ass,β Jungwon agrees. βDid you know she almost pulled out of this trip when she found out you were going?β
Heeseungβs shoulders slump. βI fucked up, Won. Youβre her best friend and I put you in an uncomfortable position too. Iβm sorry. I want to make things right but we havenβt had a real conversation in years.βΒ
βYouβre going to have to do a lot more than apologize.β Jungwon sighs and beckons Heeseung to sit down on a log next to him. βShe doesnβt hate you, Heeseung. Y/Nβs sensitive, you know? Sheβs sensitive in the way that she feels things pretty deeply and doesnβt push things aside anymore. Back in high school, she went through something pretty life changing that forced her to shut down and all she wanted was to reach out to you but you iced her out.βΒ
βI feel awful. She has every right to hate me.β
βThatβs the thing, Heeseung. Y/N doesnβt hate you. She doesnβt understand what she did that made you pull away and sheβs hurt that you wonβt talk to her about it. Sheβs done all she can trying to get through to you but sheβs given up because that didnβt seem like it was going anywhere.β
βCan I ask you something?β Jungwon nods. βIfβ¦If I talked to her, apologized and tried to tell her what was going on at the time, do you think sheβd forgive me?βΒ
Heeseung waits for his friend to answer. βI think she would appreciate that you put in the effort to be there for her. She still cares about you even if she says she doesnβt.β
βI donβt know about that.βΒ
βI do. Iβm her best friend, Heeseung.β The elder nods. βWhat Iβm saying is this: All Y/N has ever wanted was for you to make an effort for her. When you stopped being her friend, she wondered for months if she was a bad person because you didnβt talk to her about why you pulled away so suddenly. Apologizing doesnβt mean the two of you will go back to the way you used to, but sheβll appreciate that over distancing yourself because you feel guilty.βΒ
That last part hurts to hear but he understands. βDo you think Y/N and I could ever be friends?βΒ
Jungown nods. βYeah, actually. I can tell that youβre being upfront with me right now. You know how she is. She values honesty and loyalty. Of everyone in our friend group, Y/N is the one whoβs really good at communicating and giving advice about that kind of stuff. She doesnβt need you to go above and beyond for her. It might take time but I know sheβd appreciate it if you at least made an effort to talk to her and clear up some stuff.βΒ
Heeseung is lost in thought and barely hears Jungwon tell him heβll try his best to let the two of you talk tomorrow night after dinner. He doesnβt know how to thank him other than to pull him into a tight embrace and cling onto the younger boy like heβs got something to lose. Jungwon seems to understand where Heeseung is coming fromβhe, too, has had his fair share of arguments with youβso he hugs him back as if to say everything will be alright.Β
When you wake up the next morning, a weird feeling settles in your chest. Jungwon is fast asleep when you leave the tent to get ready for the day after failing to fall asleep. The sun is already up and you donβt know what time it is, but the morning is cold and the sweater you have on protects you from the chill nicely.Β
You see Heeseung at the wash station and grip your toiletry bag when he spots you. Awkwardly, you step into the bath house and turn the faucet on as he brushes his teeth, motioning yourself to do the same thing. He watches you from the mirror as you keep your eyeline straight in front of you. He wants to say something to you, perhaps βgood morningβ or βhow did you sleep?β but nothing seems good enough. You, on the other hand, feel like Heeseung may as well put you under a microscope.Β
βCan I help you?βΒ
He looks at you as if heβs been caught with his hand down the cookie jar. βN-No. Sorry.β You sigh and resume brushing your teeth when he spits and rinses his mouth of the toothpaste. βI mean what I said I was sorry. I really am.β
βFor which part? Cussing me out or avoiding me since high school?β You sound tired.Β
βAll of it,β he says quietly. You keep your head straight while he looks at you. βI have no excuse. Iβve been acting like a dick towards you and I feel awful.β You donβt say anything. βIβ¦I thought you were the one who said I wouldnβt make it as a producer. I didnβt know it was Chaewon who said it and that you were the one who defended me. I was stupid and angry, and I took it out on you without knowing the whole truth.Β
βI didnβt find out until Sunoo told me yesterday. I didnβt talk about that with anyone since we were friends, you know? I was so hurt but I didnβt know that it was my fault for making myself feel like thatβ¦And in turn, I made you feel like you didnβt have a place in my life. Iβm so, so sorry that I treated you like you didnβt mean anything to me when you did.βΒ
You donβt look at him as you finish your morning routine. He stands there awkwardly, waiting for you to say something.Β
βI went through a lot of shit back then,β you say, turning to face him. βMy dad left just after you stopped talking to me and all I wanted to do was talk to you about it. You always knew what to say to make me feel better but then you started ignoring me like I never mattered to you. Do you know how badly that hurt to have one of my best friends stop giving a shit about me?Β
βI watched you hang out with our mutual friends. I watched you do really cool things with music but I did all of that on the sidelines because you never included me, even though I was the only person who really supported you., I donβt think you really get that there were so many people back then who just wanted to be your friend because a few of your songs blew up on the internet. I watched you keep them close while you pushed me aside without giving me the chance to make up for whatever I did to make you upset.Β
βIβve spent the last few years trying to be okay with the fact that you didnβt want to be friends anymore. I tried so hard to accept that you and I would only be people who saw each other in passing. But that hurt. It hurt so much to think you didnβt care about me for one second and didnβt care that I was upset too.βΒ
Your confession hangs in the air and Heeseung feels like crying when he sees that youβve started to tear up. You wipe them away aggressively, too embarrassed to be seen weeping in front of him.Β
βIβm sorry.β Heeseungβs voice cracks. βI am, Y/N. You were so good to me and I took that for granted.β
βYeah, you could say that.βΒ
βI canβt make excuses for myself back then but I want you to know I own up to everything. Iβm sorry that I let you feel like that and wasnβt mature enough to talk to you. I know Iβm too late, but you deserve an apology. You deserve more than that.βΒ
Heeseung thinks youβre going to storm past him like he did a few nights prior. He thinks you might spit in his face and tell him to go to hell. But all you do is stare at him in silence.Β
βIβve wanted to hear you say that for a long time,β you tell him. βSo thanks for that. I feel beyond hurt by everything you did and everything youβve ever said since we stopped being friends. All I have ever wanted was to be in the same room and not worry about if you wanted me there or not. This entire trip has felt like walking on eggshells around you.β He lets you step around him and out of the bath house.Β
βI donβt hate you either, Heeseung. I know you probably think that I do but I don't.βΒ
***
The rest of your friends can tell somethingβs going on between the two of you but choose not to comment on it. Everybody is off doing their own thing, as today is the last day of camping, and nobody wants to accidentally spoil it. You and Jungwon decide to head over to your βsecret spot,β just the two of you, for old timeβs sake.
βIβll miss you when I leave Korea,β you say as the two of you sit on the ground. βI donβt know how Iβm gonna do any of this without you, Wonnie.β
βI know youβre scared of the future and about your dad asking to see you, but youβve got to know that youβre stronger than any of us. Youβre like, a superhero, or something.βΒ
βNow youβre just being corny.βΒ
Jungwon laughs. βYeah, maybe I am. But seriously, Y/N, Iβve always liked that you were able to find some of your optimism again. You make me feel like things will get better for me too. I canβt sit here and pretend I know what youβre going through, but Iβll always be here for you. My parents will too.β
βI still remember the look on their faces when my mom broke the news,β you snort. βThey looked like they were ready to go to prison for murder.βΒ
βIβve never seen them so angry. I felt like castrating your dad.βΒ
βDidnβt we all?βΒ
βBut at least we got Riki out of it.β You smile fondly. Jungwon wants to tell you heβs proud of how far youβve come, but decides to keep that to himself for now.
βI love him, you know. Even if I donβt really say it. I think it was hard for me to be able to say I loved him without feeling guilty. I thought I was betraying my mom if I gave Riki a chance and seeing her step up to be a parental figure when my dad was too busy mingling with our side of the family was hard. Weβve never talked about it but I know she doesnβt hate Riki. She wouldnβt have forced me to spend time with him if she did.
βHeβs such a bright kid and heβs so talented. It makes me happy when people recognize that too. He taught me a lot about prioritizing my feelings. Learning to re-evaluate my life when Riki showed up made me feel, I donβt know, more mature? Like, I can be upset and still care about people because we all make mistakes and none of us asked to be here.βΒ
Jungwon lets a beat of silence pass before speaking. βDid Heeseung talk to you?β
βThis morning. Why do you ask?β
βWell, I saw him acting a bit different at the bonfire last night and asked him if anything happened. He told me why he was so mad at you for so long and said he wanted to apologize.β
βMen are so fucking stupid,β you sigh, bringing your knees to your chest. βI donβt understand why he didnβt talk to me in the first place.β
βMe either, honestly. But at least heβs making an effort. Isnβt that what you said you wanted?βΒ
You nod. βYeah. Feelings are complicated. Iβve been angry for so long. I always thought Iβd yell at him and give him a piece of my mind, or something. I thought I would hate him and tell him to forget about me. But when he apologized, he said it in a way that made me believe he meant it. It didnβt feel like he was bullshitting me. I felt stuck.βΒ
βWhat did you end up saying?βΒ
βI told him how hurt I was during that time and said I wished he was there for me like I was for him when I was dealing with my dad. I told him how I wished we couldβve talked it out.βΒ
βThatβs a good start.βΒ
βI donβt think weβll ever go back to the way we were but I also know Heeseung. I know it took a lot out of him to set aside his pride and put somebody else first. I donβt really know what Iβm gonna do now. All I know is Iβm tired of being upset and I want to feel okay.β
Jungwon nudges your shoulder with his. βYouβll be just fine. The universe moves for you, Y/N. Thereβs no way you wonβt have a happy ending.β He watches you hide a smile.Β
βYou are such a sap.βΒ
βItβs what you love about me.βΒ
βUnfortunately.β Youβll really miss him. βI gotta take it one day at a time, right? Heeseung is going to be in my life for a long time since we share so many friends. Riki loves him too, and I guess I canβt hate Heeseung too much for looking out for him. I donβt think I have any room to think about it when I get back because Iβll be doing some last minute packing and getting ready to move.βΒ
βItβll be over before you know it. But even then, youβre going to have the best time in Okayama. Fuck your dad and all of the bad shit.β
βYeah,β you laugh. βFuck my dad.βΒ
The end of the trip is bittersweet. You start to tear up when you see the campsite completely empty and move slowly to pack everything in the cars. Heeseung notices but doesnβt say anything, offering to grab whateverβs in your hands when he sees you looking out into the clearing for extended periods of time. He doesnβt pretend to know what youβre feeling but he knows he doesnβt like it when you cry.
He watches you get into Jayβs car and wishes that you could be comfortable sitting alone with him. While Jake mans the aux, Heeseung thinks about what might happen when you move away. Will the two of you remain how you are or will you grow apart? Is there any room for him in your life now that youβre off to explore a different part of the world? Will he ever be able to push past the gnawing feeling of pushing his pathetic crush on you down until he no longer thinks of you like that?
Heβs never admitted it, but those feelings he had towards you all those years ago never really went away. Heeseung doubled down on his irritation because doing otherwise would allow all of those romantic feelings to overwhelm him. He kept his head down around you because he knew one look at you would be enough to throw his inhibitions away and he was afraid he would risk everything heβs ever wanted just for you to tell him you love him too. Now that he knows everything was a misunderstanding, the grave loss weighs on him. Heβs got a million thoughts running through his mind and none of them seem to make any sense. These romantic feelings didnβt lie dormant for all of these years, right?Β
The next week and a half feels like it passes by too quickly for the both of you. You finish packing the morning of your going away party that everyone helped set up and plan. Your mom, along with Jungwonβs parents, all of your friends and their parents, and Maeumi, presentes you with the kind of happiness you never want to forget. Even Heeseung, who shows up and gives you a letter when no one else is looking, makes you feel like you would be dearly missed. Youβre not sure that you enjoy being the center of attention, but everybodyβs kindness makes you feel like you deserve to be.Β
Itβs late when they leave and socializing makes you feel far more exhausted than you anticipated. Your flight is midday tomorrow but you try not to think about that. Heeseungβs letter sits on the edge of your bed and the green envelopeβyour favorite colorβstares at you like itβs begging you to open it. And open it you do.Β
Y/Nβ
I donβt know where to start. Iβm sorry, first of all, for treating you the way I did. I was a sorry excuse for a friend. I shouldβve talked to you instead of jumping to conclusions and it doesnβt matter that we were both young. Friends annoy each other but they donβt disrespect one another. Iβm so sorry that I made you doubt yourself.Β
Iβll miss you a lot when youβre in Japan. We didnβt get the chance to talk it out and I understand if you donβt want anything to do with me after you leave. You deserve people who will be there for you. But please know Iβll always be rooting for you.Β
Lastlyβ¦I donβt know if this is my place to say this but here goes nothing. Back when we were close, the one thing I loved about you was how passionate you were about life. You loved to learn and explore new things, and you always made me feel like I could feel that way too. I know youβre scared about Okayama for a number of reasons but youβre the strongest person I know. Youβll be just fine, even if you donβt feel like you will be. Iβll be here for you whenever you need me. I mean it.
- Heeseung
For the first time in a while, you allow yourself to cry over Lee Heeseung and surprise yourself when you realize that you want him back.Β
***
At the airport, your mom helps you check in your luggage and asks if youβve got everything you need and makes you double check everything. Itβs reminiscent of the way you did with Riki before the camping trip. Youβre happy despite feeling a bit annoyed that sheβs making you take off your backpack. You donβt totally mind it, though. She gives you a hug that feels like it could last a lifetime and letting her go is the hardest thing youβve ever done.Β
Everybody else gives you love, too. Sunoo is the first to hug you and makes you promise to bring him back some skincare and souvenirs the next time youβre able to get back to Korea. Jake embraces you next and gives you some words of encouragement while Jay does his best to pretend like he isnβt sad by complaining about how there will be one less cook in the kitchen. You throw your arms around him anyway and pretend not to hear him sniffle. Sunghoon traps you in a bear hug and makes you promise to take as many photos as possible and says heβll look forward to seeing them. He, too, pretends like heβs not about to cry. You push your head onto his shoulder and give his hand a squeeze before he lets a few teardrops fall.Β
Jungwon is the most emotional of them all. He wipes away his free falling tears and crushes you in a hug, burying his head in your neck. βYou better come back, asshole. I canβt believe youβre gonna leave me to chase your dreams. Thatβs so selfish of you.β You think you might cry too but laugh anyway.Β
βI love you so much, Wonnie.β He squeezes you like heβs afraid heβll forget what it feels like to be in your embrace until Jake pries him off of your body.Β
Riki stands awkwardly with his eyes to the floor and his hands in front of him. The taller boy feels as though his shoes are glued down but you see the way his gaze flickers as if heβs trying to figure out what to do next. It doesnβt take much out of you to throw your arms around him and push yourself into his chest.Β
βIβm going to miss you a lot, Riki,β you tell him.
βReally?β You nod.Β
βI know I havenβt been the best towards you but you need to know that Iβm so proud of you, okay? I loved getting to know you. I loved that you came on the trip and Iβm so fucking happy that youβre my brother. Out of everybody who couldβve popped into my life, Iβm so glad it was you.βΒ
Everybody watches Riki melt in front of them as he envelopes you right into him. You feel the weight of his shoulders relax and for the first time, you feel like youβre starting to wonder if this is what it feels like to have everything figured out.Β
βIβll come visit you,β he promises. βIβll come home for winter break.β
βStay with me. We can do all of the corny shit siblings do. Iβll even pay for everything.βΒ
Riki laughs but doesnβt let you go. βYouβre the best, you know that? Even though it took you some time, I always thought of you like my sister. Iβm really happy to be around you.βΒ
The waterworks begin and Riki does his best to comfort you when he feels tears on his shirt. He feels somewhere in between empty and fulfilled knowing the two of you have made amends, but knowing you want to work towards the future is enough to make him confident that everything will be alright. He lets you go when he feels your arms loosen around him and aggressively wipes his own tears away.Β
When you look at Heeseung, the last thing he expects you to do is acknowledge him. He came to the airport because he wants you to know he meant everything in the letter he wrote. He stayed up all night to check for your texts but you hadnβt said anything, and while he knew it was an emotional day for you because of all you were dealing with, a selfish part of him wanted to know what you thought about it.Β
You surprise Heeseung and yourself by engulfing him in a hug. The familiarity of his embrace makes you feel nostalgic and you canβt help but cry right into his chest. Heeseung doesnβt hesitate and brings his arms to wrap around your fragile body as you silently weep against him. He holds you tight and gently rocks your body like he used to all those years ago. You donβt fight back either. Instead, you push your head deeper into him and hold him until your tears have stopped.Β
βI read your letter,β you say quietly. βWe have a lot to talk about but I appreciate everything you said, Heeseung. I tried to hate you but I could never bring myself to feel that way about you.β
βIβm really going to miss you. Can I be selfish?β Heeseung asks with a sob in his throat. βI wish I apologized sooner and I wish we had more time. But please, promise me that youβre going to try to have fun in Japan, okay? Youβre the best person I know, even if I didnβt make you feel like it. Iβll always live with that regret but knowing youβll forget about me and make a life for yourself is enough.β
βI could never truly forget about you, Hee.β That nickname you used to call him makes Heeseungβs heart beat faster. βI donβt want you out of my life. All these years I felt like thatβs what I wanted but I donβt want that now. Be happy without me too, okay? Forget about me and follow that dream of yours.βΒ
Heeseung laughs sadly. βI donβt think I could ever forget about you.β You step away from him and wipe your eyes for the umteenth time.Β
βWrite a song for me, then. And donβt be a stranger, okay?βΒ
βOkay.β Heeseung swears on it. βI wonβt.βΒ
A beat of silence passes before all seven of your friends push you into the middle of their group hug. It brings another round of tears to your eyes and Jungwonβs the one who lets you cry into him until your mom tells you itβs time to start boarding. Everybody gets one final goodbye before you disappear into the plane.Β
You smile at your phone when you settle into your seat.Β
lee heeseung: I miss you alreadyΒ
You miss him too.
***
Okayama is a dream until it isnβt. You settled into your apartment and had one month before you started your job and went to all the places Riki recommended. You started to understand him a little better after moving and both of you find it hilarious that you two ended up living in each othersβ hometowns. You canβt choose your siblings but youβd choose Riki in every lifetime.Β
You call your mom every so often and update her on life. Your friends keep you in the loop and FaceTime you when theyβre out together. It makes you feel like youβre back in Korea and while it isnβt the same, you appreciate the effort anyway. Youβve made friends with your neighbors and a few girls you met when you went out drinking with your cousin the week you moved and it made braving a whole new country feel less daunting. Jungwon calls you everyday and you tease him for being such a clingy friend, but you both know you love it. You inform him about everything from the boring details to juicy work drama, and it feels like youβre sitting in his bedroom wearing face masks and eating junk food.Β
Heeseung has been a constant fixture in your life, too. You texted him the moment you landed and he kept the conversation going. You talk about everything, the past especially, and start to feel like things might be okay. Those butterflies that you had for him in high school made an appearance after three months in Japan and part of you wondered if you were a fool for bringing him back into your life after everything. All of your friends back in Korea tell you Heeseung is miserable without you and when they tease him in the big group chat, he doesnβt deny it.
The friends you made seemed dividedβone half thought you should leave him in the dark while the other half swooned over his dedication to making things right. You donβt really know what to think or how to feel, but you know youβre happy. Between phone calls and late night texts, you were always left with a smile on your face before bed.
Riki came back to Okayama for winter break and spent two weeks in your apartment. When the two of you werenβt bickering as siblings do, you both stayed up way too late watching anime and watched him dance at his home studio. Riki even got you to attend a few classes (he tried not to laugh at your poor coordination skills but appreciated the effort anyway). You prefer to be in the audience.Β
Life seemed great until your dad made an appearance just before Christmas. He knew you were here from a single text message he never responded to before you moved to Okayama. The weight of his silence prepared you to be in Japan without him but his sudden appearance made you feel like everything changed for the worse. Riki went back to his childhood home to see his family and asked you to come with him after your dad had forced him. Your brother knows the intricate dynamic and you donβt blame him for anything. Seeing your dad with his new family after sparse texts since he left felt like a punch in the gut. It soured your holidays and Riki spent the rest of his trip apologizing even though you told him there was no reason for him to be sorry. You dropped him off at the airport and told him youβd see him in the summertime.Β
The holidays came and went but the feelings youβve carried since then havenβt disappeared, which brings you to the present. Heeseung is standing in the doorway of your apartment in Okayama, looking at you with those big, round doe eyes you always loved.Β
βHi,β he says breathlessly.Β
βHeeseungβ¦What are you doing here?β He scratches the back of his neck.Β
βYouβve been going through a lot, you know? Every time we talked on the phone, you sounded like you were a thousand miles away and it killed me to know I couldnβt do anything to make you feel better after the holidays with your dad. Jungwon and I have been talking about how much of an ass he is and how much we wish we could be here for you and the next thing I knew, he was encouraging me to buy the next flight out to see you,β Heeseung says in a single breath. βBut honestly? I just really, really fucking missed you.β
βYou flew all this way here? For me?β
βYeah.β Heeseung says it like itβs a no-brainer. βAlthough, now I feel kinda stupid. I realize Iβm putting you in a tough spot. But you know what? I think itβs worth it to know that youβre okay.βΒ
He looks at you but you donβt say anything. Heeseung can see the gears turning inside of your head while you process his arrival. You look so cute in your sleep shorts and oversized shirt. He loves it when you call him via FaceTime because he gets to see all parts of youβgetting ready for work and winding down as you are now. It makes him feel like youβre pulling him right back into you.Β
You donβt really need to say anything. You lurch yourself onto him and press your lips against his like itβs something youβve been waiting to do for the longest time. You probably have. Heeseung wraps his arms around you and lets his mouth melt against yours and doesnβt complain about your boldness either. He welcomes it, even.Β
βYouβre so stupid,β you mutter against him, pulling him into your apartment and locking the door behind you. You kiss him repeatedly and he puts his hands on your waist as if to let you know heβs right there with you.Β
βWhy am I stupid, baby?β Heeseungβs voice paired with that nickname makes your knees buckle.Β Β
βYou can stay with me.β He feels you smile against your lips. βPlease justβ¦stay here and donβt go.βΒ
βIβm not going anywhere.βΒ
Heeseung drops his backpack onto the floor and lets you capture his mouth again. You taste so fresh with your cherry lip balm. He moans right into your mouth when you push him against your countertop and the feeling of his hands on your body makes you grow hotter as the seconds pass by. The ache between your legs starts to overwhelm you as his plump lips kiss you over and over again before he pushes them against your neck. Itβs too much in all of the right ways and youβre too aroused to even think straight. You start to pull yourself away from Heeseung and heβs about to ask if heβs going too fast when you grab your hand and lead him to your bedroom.Β
βY/N, wait,β Heeseung tries to say in between kisses. He loves the feeling of your warm mouth against him and feels himself starting to get worked up but he doesnβt know if youβre thinking straight. Even though the two of you have talked nearly everyday, Heeseung doesnβt know if this is moving too fast.Β
βIβm done waiting.β You pull away from him and reach for his hand, pushing his lengthy fingers past your shorts and underwear until he feels the wet slick starting to pool at your folds. Your hand moves his back and forth as he looks at you like youβve stunned him with a laser gun. Heeseungβs dick jumps in his pants and it takes him a second to move his fingers on his own accord. βI want you, Heeseung. Donβt you want me too?β
His resolve crumbles. Heeseung nods with his mouth parted as he pushes his fingers inside you, your wetness allowing him to reach your depths immediately. You push yourself on your toes and put your hands on his chest, clinging onto him like youβre afraid heβd let you go if you donβt. He thrusts his fingers with intention and hears your quiet whimpers when he leans his head down next to your mouth.
βYeah,β Heeseung says, lips touching the shell of your ear as his voice ripples through your body. βI want you.β
He pulls his hand away from you and smiles at the short whine from the loss of his touch. Heeseung loves how much you need him and heβs sure you can see how much he needs you too. A surge of confidence jolts within you as Heeseung looks down at your body like heβs ready to eat you alive. You peel off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your underwear as Heeseung pulls his shirt over his head with a single hand.Β
βLie down,β Heeseung beckons. You do as he says and he sinks down to his knees and pries your legs apart, looking directly at you as he speaks. βGood girl.β He pulls your garments down your legs and the cool air hits your center as Heeseung looks down at you.Β
You donβt have time to think about anything when he peppers soft kisses on your skin. His lips journey from the inside of your knee and he presses one small kiss to your slit before repeating the process on your other leg. Heeseung allows himself to get lost in the way your body reacts to his feather-like touches before descending down onto your folds.Β
Heeseungβs tongue feels like the closest thing to magic. He takes his time when licking you with his warm and wet muscle, canvassing every ridge with expert movements. You rake your fingers through his hair and tug gently at his soft roots, pulling a moan out of him that delivers a delicious shock up your spine. He puts your feet on his shoulders and plunges his tongue inside of you and grips your flesh with his fingertips until youβre coming undone on his mouth.Β
βSo fucking good,β he mutters to himself more than he does to you. He laps up your release and you find yourself a bit embarrassed that you were able to come so quickly, but the way he touches you makes it seem as though he already knew how to push your buttons. βYouβre so sweet, Y/N. I could eat you all day if youβd let me.βΒ
Heeseung trails his lips up your stomach and kisses you so tenderly that you feel as though your body must be made out of soft cotton. His lips find your left nipple and lets his tongue swirl over the bud before sucking on it with a gentle motion. He repeats the process on the other nub and flicks it, enjoying the soft sounds that come from you. Heeseung buries himself right into your neck but he doesnβt kiss the skin like you think he will. Instead, he kisses you twice on your open neck before moving his body so that he can look down at you.Β
He bites his lip. It makes you feel exposed but somehow, it makes you feel all that more confident. Itβs like Heeseung is looking right through you with all of your worries and faults laid out for him to reject. But he doesnβt. Likewise, Heeseung allows you to see him in his vulnerability and heβs ready to pack up his things and leave if you tell him you donβt want this anymore. But you donβt.Β
He descends on you once again, this time his lips pushing against you in a slow and sensual kiss. You feel the way he moves against you and savor the sounds your mouths make together. Heeseung brings his hand to brush strands of your hair away from your face as he kisses you and the gentle touch of his fingertips feels like it was always meant to be there.Β
βI need you.β Your back arches right into his chest as you speak. βDonβt make me wait, Heeseung. Please, I justβ¦I need you.βΒ
βIβll never make you wait. Never again,β he promises. Heeseung manages to rid himself of his pants and boxers and pushes himself between your legs until his dick is situated between your folds. Your arousal, paired with the precum oozing from his slit, provides the perfect balance of wetness that coats the entirety of his cock as he glides himself against you.Β
When his tip catches your hole, the sounds of your moans overpowers his refrain. He pushes inside of you slowly inch by inch, savoring the way you feel for the fear that he might never be able to do this again. You look so beautiful underneath him with his dick completely sheathed inside of you and when your legs wrap around his body to encourage him to move, Heeseung doesnβt deny you of your pleasure.Β
Neither of you have ever had sex like thisβthe feeling of pure rawness echoes throughout the room between your breathy moans and the sound of skin pushing against one another. Your body is warm in the way he always imagined and his hands touch every inch of you as if to commit your silhouette to memory. In this moment, Heeseung feels as though the two of you are kindred spirits who found each other.
βYouβre so good for me,β Heeseung whispers into your neck as he thrusts into you. βSo fucking tight and wet.β He feels your arms wrap around his shoulders to keep him trapped between you but he canβt say he minds all that much.Β
βI-Iβm so close,β you say in a broken moan.Β
βAlready, baby?β Heeseung says to tease you as he brings his head up to look down at you again. He pushes his hips against you faster and that surprised gasp you let out makes his balls clench.Β
βS-Shut up.βΒ
Your arms fall to the mattress as you claw at your sheets. Heeseung plans his elbows on either side of your head as he focuses all of his willpower towards fucking you with fast deep strokes, loving the way your mouth parts slightly and how your eyes are closed shut. His muscles flex as he pushes himself until youβre coming with a loud moan, and finds himself releasing inside of you the moment he feels you gushing around him.Β
You feel Heeseung press his tender lips against your forehead as you come down from your high while he continues to rock you through your release. Your cheeks are hot from the pleasure and the room is suddenly too warm with Heeseung on top of you. When you open your eyes, heβs looking at you like heβs seen a halo above your head. He canβt really help it. Heeseung leans down to press a soft, gentle kiss against your lips to convey a job well down.Β
βI came so fast,β you whisper bashfully. You bite your lip but Heeseung tugs it away from your teeth to kiss you again.Β
βMe too.β Heeseung kisses your nose and relishes in the way you scrunch your face. βBut itβs okay. You deserve to feel good. I donβt care how long or short it takes.β He places his hand on your face and rubs the apple of your cheek with his thumb.Β
βI really missed you.βΒ
βI missed you too, dummy,β Heeseung says before flicking your nose. He holds your jaw in place before kissing you again.Β
βWeβre gonna have to do a lot of making up, you know,β you mumble against his lips with a smile.Β
βOh yeah?βΒ
βMhm.β You push against his lips. Heeseung pushes his half-hard dick inside of you as your back arches right into him. Heβs there to catch you this time, his arm supporting your spine underneath you. βFuck!βΒ
βMy baby,β he whispers into you. βLet me make it up to you.βΒ
You let him.
***
EPILOGUE: THE FOLLOWING SPRING
βFor fuckβs sake, get your big ass head out of the way.β
Jay smacks Jakeβs shoulder. βYou can see just fine, stupid.β Sunghoon hits both of their shoulders.Β
βBoth of you, stop moving so much. You guys almost knocked my camera.β They mumble a quick apology before finding another thing to discuss.Β
βI feel like Iβm surrounded by children.β You sigh as Heeseung wraps his arms around your waist and lets his chin sit atop the crown of your head. He feels your body relax against him and smiles.Β
βWell you are, technically. Riki just stopped wearing diapers.βΒ
βI hate you so much, Heeseung,β the younger boy whines without any true malice. You laugh and squeeze Rikiβs hand. He canβt find it in himself to be too mad at either of you.Β
βDo you guys see Jungwon and Sunoo?β Sunghoon asks with his camera at the ready. βI want to make sure I take as many pictures as possible.βΒ
βI donβt think theyβre coming out yet,β says Jay.Β
βDuh.β Jake provokes him in a way you missed while you were in Okayama. It brings warmth to your heart when you see them bicker.Β
Jay turns to you. βY/N, have you given a second thought about moving in with Jake when you come back? I think youβd be better off if you kicked him to the streets.β
βHey!β Jake tackles Jay until heβs got his older friendβs neck between his arms. None of you pay too much attention and choose to wait for Jungwon and Sunoo.Β
βOur friends are another breed,β Heeseung mumbles against you as he kisses your cheek. βAre you sure you want to move back and be roommates with Jake and Jungwon?βΒ
βMhm. I miss you guys so much.βΒ
βBut you miss me the most, right?βΒ
βYes, baby.β You bring his hand up to your lips and kiss the back of it. βI missed you the most.βΒ
βThere they are!β Riki shouts.Β
Jungwon and Sunoo, clad in their caps and gowns, saunter their way out of the stadium before spotting your group. They make a run for it and push past the onlookers who search for their loved ones as well. Sunoo clings onto Jake while Jungwon finds his perch in Rikiβs arms as Sunghoon captures the beautiful moment on his digital camera.Β
βWe fucking did it!β Jungwon shouts as he pulls away. βSunoo, we did it!βΒ
βAbout damn time,β Sunoo replies as he rolls his eyes with a smile. βI felt like Iβd be there forever.βΒ
βWeβre so proud of you both.β Jay smiles and moves to hug each of them. βYou guys are amazing, seriously.βΒ
βLife is unfair.β Thereβs no real bite to his tone, just a bittersweet future. Sunoo hugs the taller boy.Β
βOh my God,β Jungwon says with his hand pressed to his mouth. βY/N is crying.βΒ
βNo Iβm not,β you say, even though you definitely are. Heeseung squeezes you tighter against him. βShut up, Jungwon. Iβm not crying.βΒ
βYou so are!β Riki shouts.Β
βIβm not crying. Seeing my best friends graduate college is not a good reason to cry, okay?!βΒ
Jungwon and Sunoo sport shit-eating grins. Heeseung lets you go as they engulf you in a hug while the younger of the two feels your hot tears on his cheek. He laughs and this moment starts to feel a bit nostalgic to him, as he acted the same way you did upon seeing you in your cap and gown.Β
βHey,β he says in a softer tone, pulling away from the two of you. βThanks for being here. I know taking time off was a little hard but weβre so happy you could come.β
βYeah,β Sunoo agrees. βTalking to you over the phone isnβt enough. We missed you, you know?βΒ
You tear up again and wipe your nose before falling into them again. βI missed you too.β
βOh God,β Sunghoon laughs. βIf Y/Nβs crying then I know weβre in for it.βΒ
βHey!β Heeseung jokes, nudging his friend with his shoulder. βDonβt talk about my girlfriend like that.β Although, he canβt really disagree with Sunghoon.Β
βYouβre all so stupid for making me cry in public,β you say as you wipe your tears from your eyes. βIβm gonna look back at these pictures and my eyes will be all red and puffy.βΒ
βI feel like you and Heeseung might as well be our parents,β Sunoo says as Heeseung pulls him into a hug.
βWait, you guys should totally take a family photo.β Jake steps forward to arrange the four of you like a family portrait with Jungwon and Sunoo between you and Heeseung. βThere. Sunghoon, take a picture. This is so going on the fridge when we move in together.βΒ
Heeseung moves back next to you as the rest of your friends look at the photos on Sunghoonβs camera and take turns taking pictures of him with the graduates. He kisses your cheek and pulls you back into him.Β
βYou ready to come back to all this chaos?β
βMore than ready,β you affirm. βI loved Okayama, even though I had to deal with my dad and all of that stuff. But I missed my life here and the masters program over in Seoul is a good fit for me, you know? Plus, your apartment isnβt too far from mine.βΒ
βI canβt wait for you to move back.β Heeseung kisses your cheek again. βYour mom and I talked logistics about helping you move into the new apartment. Knowing you, Iβm sure youβll have another suitcase coming back with you.βΒ
βShut up.βΒ
βYou know Iβm right.βΒ
You blush and mumble. βYeahβ¦Youβre right.βΒ
βYour mom and Jungwonβs parents talked about renting a bigger camp space this year, too. I think theyβre planning on having one huge trip this year now that most of us have graduated.βΒ
βI canβt believe our last trip was almost a year ago. Thatβs insane because it feels like I moved to Japan just yesterday.βΒ
βI solemnly swear I will never be as stupid or dense as I was back then.β When you turn around to look at Heeseung, you know heβs telling the truth. You donβt answer him verbally and choose to silence him with a pretty kiss. Itβs enough for the two of you.Β
βOi, love birds,β Jake calls, looking at you. βWe should find their parents. Your mom called me and I think she was crying.βΒ
You frown. βWhy didnβt she call me?βΒ Β
βShe said you were probably crying too,β Jake snickers.Β
βIs it too late to back out of being roommates?βΒ
βNope. Youβre stuck with me.βΒ
Heeseung squeezes your hand.Β
βAnd me.βΒ
As you look around, you canβt help but feel as though this was always how it was meant to be.
PAIRING βΈ stoner!haechan x fem!reader
WORD COUNT βΈ 11.6k
WARNINGS βΈ a hint of dubcon (sheβs timid but very much likes the attention), pervy!dom!haechan, shy!sub!reader, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, finger sucking, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play (receiving), marking, some cum eating, spit play, groping in public, panty stealing & sniffing
PLAYLIST βΈ FYS - john concepcion, sweet release - kevin ross
NOTES βΈ hii i hope you enjoy! any and all positive feedback is greatly appreciated, so send me an ask if you liked it or let me know in the tags pretty please :)Β
As you press the button to call the elevator, you start to get the jitters. They start in your fingertips and travel up your arms to the back of your neck, making the fine hairs there stand on end, and you shudder slightly, shaking your head in an attempt to do away with the sensation.
The doors open with a ding, and you jump at the sound, making Yeri look over at you in alarm.
βAre you okay?β she asks, worries, and you nod, albeit a bit too quickly and vigorously to be convincing. βWhatβs wrong?β
βNothing,β you say with a frown, and she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. βNothing!β you insist.
βYouβre a horrible liar,β Karina reminds you, and your frown deepens. βBut if you say so, I guess.βΒ
Relieved, you follow Yeri and Karina into the elevator and lean into the back corner of the shaft, resting your back against where the two walls meet.Β
βWe should watch a movie today,β Karina suggests excitedly, and she and Yeri fall into a discussion that you would join if you werenβt busy thinking about Haechan and whatever stunts heβs going to pull today.Β
It takes three calls of your name from Karina and a vigorous shake from Yeri to snap you out of it, and you look at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.Β
βGirl, where do you keep going? Every time I look over at you, youβre in la-la land.β Yeri asks, concerned and amused.
βSorry, I was justβ¦ thinking.β you mumble.
βWe know that,β Yeri says with a chuckle and roll of her eyes. βThinking about what, hm?β she presses, and you balk.
βSheβs probably thinking about Haechan and what stunts heβs gonna pull today.β Karina supposes, and you frown, upset youβve been caught.
In your defense, Haechan is always up to shenanigans when youβre around; he pulls at your skirt to fluster you, plays with your hair to get your attention, strokes under your chin just to watch your eyes glaze overβyou name it, heβs either done it or is probably thinking about it.
You canβt honestly say his advances are unwelcome because, well, youβve had a crush on him for the past six months. But something about him is so intense, so jarringly locked in, that it makes you hesitate, and being the object of his full and undivided attention never fails to make you the shyest version of yourself, and you manage to make a fool of yourself almost every single time you get around him, and you have no idea how youβre going to deal with his antics today.Β
βGirl.β Karinaβs voice cuts through the fog in your brain and you blink hard, focusing on your friendβs concerned expression. βYouβre doing it again.β
βOh. Sorry,β you mutter, rubbing your arm awkwardly. βIβm here, for real.β
As the bell dings and the doors open, the three of you file out of the elevator, walking towards the end of the hall to your destination.
βIf you need help with him, let us know. We can make up a code word!β Karina suggests helpfully, and you smile, endeared by your friendβs attempt to calm your nerves.
βWhat should it be?β you wonder, and she screws her face up thoughtfully.
βBlinker.β Yeri answers, and you both turn to look at her. βIt should be blinker. Like, if heβs getting too close and you canβt handle it, you can just say you kinda wanna try hitting a blinker or something like that.β
βThe last time I hit a blinker, I coughed for ten minutes straight and it was the most painful experience of my life.β Karina recalls, grimacing at the memory. βItβs perfect.β
βGreat.β Yeri says, smiling reassuringly at you before the three of you stop in front of the apartment door. Without a second thought, Yeri knocks three times on the door, stepping back to where you two are standing and waits with you for someone to open the door.
It opens a moment later to reveal Haechan standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other holding the door, and you wonder how such a simple stance has you short of breath.
He looks at Karina and Yeri, smiling pleasantly, before he locks eyes with you. Slowly wetting his lips, his eyes slowly drag up and down your frame, taking in your outfit and appearance before he meets your gaze once more and drops one eyelid into a flirtatious wink.
βCome on in,β he invites, stepping back to let Karina and Yeri in. When itβs your turn to pass, he moves closer, deliberately blocking part of your way so you have to brush by him to enter, and youβre sure itβs also no coincidence that heβs positioned himself so your chest has to brush against his. You swallow your nerves and continue walking past him, not daring to look back in case heβs looking at you; which, if today is anything like every other day you all hang out, he most certainly is.Β
Shutting the door behind you, Haechan follows after the three of you into the living room, but waits, standing, by the chair where Mark sitsβfor what, you donβt know. You wave hello to Mark in his favorite armchair and Jeno on one end of the couch, who greet you pleasantly and resume their tasks of packing the bong and rolling a joint, respectively. Mildly confused but saying nothing at Haechanβs behavior, you take a seat at the other end of the couch, only for Haechan to move at last, crossing the living room to sit directly next to you.
Your throat dries up at the prospect of being so close to him, and you inhale shakily, wanting desperately to roll your eyes back in your head when you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.
Haechan doesnβt say anything for a moment, just rests one elbow on his knee and observes you with his cheek in his palm. His expression is nothing short of desiring as he takes in your appearance, your burgundy pleated skirt and short-sleeved cream blouse apparently quite the fascinating little number to him, causing you to shift awkwardly in your seat and self-consciously tug your skirt down a bit.
βRelax,β he chuckles. βIβm staring at you because you look good,β Haechan compliments, eyeing you appreciatively. βYou always look good, though, but todayβ¦ damn.β
You blink at him, stunned by the flirtatious lilt to his voice, and mumble, βOh.β
βOh?β he mimics you, chuckling, and you furrow your brows, frowning at his teasing. His brows lift up as his face brightens with amusement, and he shakes his head slowly with a smile.
βThank you.β you say softly, and he nods, smile widening.Β
βYouβre so cute.β he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at him, but he recaptures your attention when he snickers quietly and you meet his gaze to see heβs no longer looking at your eyes, but your lips, and thereβs a distinct longing in his stare that unnerves you and, if youβre honest, piques your curiosity. βDid you make it here okay?β
βYeah,β you mumble quietly, eyes shifting back and forth from his eyes to your lap before you give into temptation and look at his lips, regretting it instantly when they quirk up into a smirk as he catches you looking. βThe bus was basically empty, and it had heating today.β
βMm, thatβs good to hear,β he muses, running his fingers through his hair, and you attempt to hide the way you swallow thickly at the attractive sight. βWe donβt want anyone pressing up against such a pretty girl and trying anything sleazy, right?β
βUmβ¦β you trail off, managing to restrain the reply on the tip of your tongue that Haechan is probably the most likely candidate to press up against you and try something sleazy.
β...Right.β he finishes for you, and you nibble your bottom lip.
β...Right.β you echo, and he grins.Β
βSoβ¦ Do you wanna smoke?β he asks.
βI do,β you confirm shyly, and he smiles slightly, no doubt amused by your nervousness.
βGood girl. Did you wanna hit my pen? Itβs pretty strong.β he offers, and you wonβt lieβyour brain blanks for a minute at the praise, but youβre pretty sure you manage to recover just in time for Haechan not to notice anything.Β Β
βOkay,β you reply hesitantly, and he grins.
βGreatβgive me one second to get something.β he says before standing up and heading to the back of the apartment to his room. You wait fairly patiently, fingers lightly drumming on your knee as you wait for him to return.
βWhatβs up?β Mark asks curiously.
βHaechanβs getting something from his room.β you explain, and Mark nods slowly, lips pursed thoughtfully.
Haechan returns from the back of the apartment after a moment with a new cartridge in his hand. You watch with mild fascination as he deftly switches the cartridges in his pen, taking a test pull and holding it in for so much time, youβd swear heβs trying to show off.
When he looks over at you and winks before blowing it out, your suspicions are confirmed.Β
βThis strain is special,β Haechan murmurs to you, and his eyes drop to your lips as he continues, βitβs a βhornyβ strain.β
βA horny strain?β you mumble, confused, and he nods with a grin.
βIt heightens libido.β he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. βWant some?β
βThatβs not real,β Mark calls out from across the living room, and you crane your head to see him. βThereβs no actual science to back that up.β
Haechan scoffs, rolling his eyes. βNo one signed up for your TEDTalk on weed; save it.β
Mark grumbles something about misinformation being the death of society but remains otherwise silent.
Haechan calls your attention back to him with a simple clearing of the throat, and you look back at him to see his gaze heavy-lidded and sultry as he regards you, and you start to wonder if Mark might actually be the misinformed one.
βWant some?β he repeats his question from earlier, and you hesitate, making him roll his eyes and chuckle. βItβs not gonna bite you.β As you shift closer to take the pen from him, he holds it out of your reach with a glint in his eye. βI might, though,β he murmurs, and you swallow thickly.
He scans your frame, eyes lingering on your almost outstretched hand, and takes a slow, deep pull from the pen, not holding it in for nearly as long before heβs leaning towards you suddenly, making you yelp and draw back.
βRelax,β he mumbles, some of the smoke slipping from his mouth. He cups your chin in his hand and tugs gently to get you to open your mouth before leaning closer, so close that you fear your lips might touch, leading you to attempt to pull back; however, Haechanβs grip on your chin tightens, a clear sign to stay where you are, and he blows the smoke into your mouth slowly. Youβre deeply flustered at first, but your instincts kick in as you inhale the secondhand smoke, holding it in your lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing it back out.
When youβre done exhaling, you expect to pull back, but Haechanβs grip on you hasnβt loosened, the male now studying your lips with an intensity in his gaze that gives you a twinge of anxiety and something else you donβt have it in you to identify.Β
βYou ever shotgunned before?β he asks softly, and you shake your head as much as his hold on you will allow. βYou did a good job.β
βThanks,β you mumble meekly. βCan you let me go now?β
He rolls his eyes slowly, lips quirking into a cocky grin as he does just that, releasing your chin and sitting back. βIf you say so.β
βThanks,β you mutter quietly, and he flicks his brows upwards in acknowledgement, gaze scanning you before lingering for a moment by the side of your face. βWhat is it?β
βYou have something in your hair,β he says, gesturing to near your ear. When you fail to retrieve the foreign object, he tsks in dissatisfaction before leaning over and gently removing a single white feather from your hair. βProbably from the pillows.β he explains, the backs of his fingers gently grazing your ear as he pulls back. When you squirm away from his touch slightly, the contact too sensitive and ticklish, Haechan chuckles softly. βLook how nervous I make you.β His fingers return to your ear, gently stroking the shell of your ear, and your face blazes with embarrassment and something else as he hums softly. βEven your ear is hot. Do I make you hot anywhere else?β He drops his hand, fingers lightly skimming your upper thigh, and you just about jump out of your skin, cursing internally when you see the delight in his expression.
βThanks for getting the feather out of my hair,β you say in a desperate attempt to navigate the conversation elsewhere, but it seems Haechan isnβt quite set on letting you off that easily.
βOh, come on,β he presses, sitting closer to you and leaning so close you can smell his (delicious) cologne. βDonβt tell me your heart isnβt racing right now.β
It is, you think grimly. Thatβs exactly what Iβm trying to avoid.
βHaechan, leave the poor girl alone,β Karina calls from the other end of the couch, and the momentary waver in Haechanβs attention on you as his eyes dart elsewhere is all you need to scoot further back and smooth your skirt out with a vigorous clearing of your throat.
When Haechan looks back over at you, youβve thankfully managed to regain a semblance of your composure, your gaze politely but pointedly focused at your hands in your lap.
βPretty girl, you want another hit of the pen?β Haechan offers, and you think back to the way Haechan clutched your chin earlier to shotgun you, finally shaking your head in refusal. βOkay,β he relents, reaching into his back pocket for something and frowning before pulling out an empty hand. βI have something for you.β he says before standing up and heading back to his room.
He emerges once more with a half of a red gummy cube sticking out of his mouth, sitting back down on the couch and draping his arm over the back so itβs ghosting just over your shoulders. βBite,β he urges through closed teeth, and you shoot him a wary look. βBite,β he stresses, and you falter, not sure if you should.
βIs it an edible?β you ask cautiously, and he rolls his eyes, an amused chuckle leaving him.Β
βYes. Bite.β Itβs not a request, and instead of getting huffy about him bossing you around, youβre more surprised than anyone else when you lean in and carefully bite the other end of the gummy, tugging your half away from his mouth before chewing it. Itβs sweet and sugary, but thereβs a definite strong aftertaste, a tongue-drying, almost numbing sensation that reminds you it was more than just a little snack. βSee, you donβt mind sharing with me, right?β
You donβt answer, instead sitting back and pulling out your phone to fire off a quick text to your group chat consisting of the two girls sitting a little ways away from you and your fourth roommate, Yurin, who usually frequents these hangout sessions but had to pass this time to study for midterms.
you [18:11pm] SOS
you [18:11pm] he keeps being all TOUCHY TOUCHY what do i do?
You set your phone down on the couch face down and stand up, heading to the bathroom to calm your nerves.Β
Little do you know, your phone buzzes while youβre gone, Haechanβs curiosity getting the better of him as he flips your phone over.Β
Luckily for him, and very unluckily for you, you donβt have a privacy setting on your Messages app notifications, meaning that any incoming texts can be read by any prying eyes, no passcode necessary.
yurin big trouble mister [18:14pm] maybe tell him how you get all TOUCHY TOUCHY with yourself to the thought of him π
karina bo bina [18:16pm] god could you be any more crass??
yurin big trouble mister [18:17pm] LMAOOO i couldnβt help it the joke was right there
yeri berry [18:18pm] youβre laughing. our dear friend is about to get consumed by a weed smoking incubus and youβre laughing.
Haechan snorts to himself in amusement, deliberately leaving your phone face-up for your return. You enter the room shortly after, picking up your phone and scrolling through your notifications with a small frown bordering on a grimace.
βWhatβs got you all upset, pretty?β Haechan asks, feigning curiosity, and you flinch, locking your phone and tossing it in your lap in a panic. βAnd now youβre jumpy, too? Whatβs on that phone thatβs got you so stressed out, hm?βΒ
βNothing,β you answer far too quickly for your liking.Β
βI donβt think itβs nothing,β Haechan persists, voice lowering in pitch and volume as he moves closer to you, eyes bright with excitement and something else you canβt quite place. βI think thereβs something incriminating on that phone.β
βIncriminating?β you mumble, dazed and flustered, and Haechan nods slowly, lips curling into a wolfish grin.Β
βIncriminating likeβ¦ nudes, maybe,β he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and at the sight of your confused face, shakes his head. βThat must not be it. Maybe a message of some sortβ¦ from a friendβ¦β You freeze as you realize exactly whatβs going on, and Haechanβs grin only widens now that he can tell you know that he knows. βWonder what you look like when youβ¦ how did she put it? βGet all touchy touchy with yourselfβ to the thought of me.βΒ
βHaechan,β you murmur, heart rate quickening as you try to think of any possible way out of this conversation. βItβs not what you think it is.β
βI think itβs exactly what I think it is.β he counters with a mischievous wiggle of his brows, and you whimper in panic, desire starting to blaze in his eyes at the sound.Β
βWhat were you doing looking at my phone, anyway?β you accuse, cursing to yourself as your voice shakes slightly.
βIβm nosy,β is all he offers in response. βAnd, oh, please, you wanted me to see that text. You wanted me to know that late at night,β he teases, pulling your hand closest to him away as you squeal and try to cover your ears, βyou touch your pretty little pussy,β he forces your hand back down between you two with a chuckle, βand think about me.β
βCould you lower your voice, please?β you mumble nervously, and he just laughs.
βYou donβt want everyone to know that youβre into me, do you?β he remarks, and you swallow thickly, looking down at your lap. βIβll keep your little secret. For a price.β
You study him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously. βWhat price?β
He strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning back and draping his arm behind you on the couch. βIβll let you know.β His voice is teasing but thereβs an ominous edge to his voice that makes you gulp.
βHey, Yeri?β you call, and her attention is on you instantly. βRemember when, um, you hit that blinker earlier? Howβs your throat feeling?β
Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly in understanding and she rubs her throat gingerly, frowning deeply. βItβs still sore. Wanna come get some water with me?β
βYes,β you accept the offer gratefully and practically spring up from the couch, following after Yeri and ignoring, to the best of your ability, Haechanβs little snicker from behind you.
βYou wanna switch seats?β Yeri asks in a low, concerned voice as you two enter the kitchen, and she laughs when you hesitate.
βI mean, I like it, I justβ¦ need a quick break.β you mumble, and she nods, pouring herself a glass of water. βCould you guys, um, hear him earlier?β
βNoβ¦ why?β she scrutinizes you, and you blink, flustered.Β
βHe saw the group chat texts.β you mutter, and her eyes widen in alarm, setting her glass down a bit too harshly, the loud clink resonating throughout the room.
βIβm gonna kill Yurin.β she hisses.
βNot if I get there first.β you huff, and she snickers. Footsteps sound out from the living room, making their way to the kitchen, and Yeri pauses. βItβs not Haechan,β you assure her. βI think itβs Karina.β
Sure enough, Karina enters the kitchen, and Yeri looks at you in surprise. βHowβd you know?β
βI recognize the footsteps.β you explain with a shrug. βPlus, the guys are wearing house slippers and weβre in, like, socks, so it makes a different sound.β
βOkay, little miss super spy.β Yeri teases with a laugh, and you giggle, pushing her playfully. βHave you recovered, you think?β
βYeah,β you confirm, smiling. βIβm ready to go back out there.β
βWhatβd I miss?β Karina whines, and Yeri looks at you expectantly.
βHaechan saw the texts about meβ¦ at nightβ¦ that Yurin sent.β you explain carefully, and Karina lets out a loud gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth.
βIβm killing her.β she groans, and you and Yeri chuckle.
βGet in line, girl.β Yeri says, and Karina snorts in amusement.
βYouβre gonna be okay if we go back out there, right?β Karina asks worriedly, and youβre briefly overcome with appreciation for your friends.
βIβll be okay, Iβm pretty sure. Iβll just say blinker again if anything goes wrong.β you confirm, nodding resolutely, and the crease between Karinaβs brows fades away as she relaxes.
You three make your way back to the living room, fully preparing to sit back down, but thankfully, before Haechan can torment you further, Jeno inadvertently saves your life and whateverβs left of your dignity by standing up from the couch abruptly and clapping his hands together. βIβm hungry. Diner?β
βI would kill for waffles,β Karina agrees, and Mark and Haechan also stand and start to grab their belongings as you all make your way to the door and slip your shoes on.Β
As you shuffle between Yeri and Karina for protection and wait as the elevator descends to the indoor garage of the apartment complex, a tickle starts to build in your throat, making you clear it quietly, then more insistently when the sensation persists.Β
βYou okay?β Haechan asks, hand poised over your back to pat it in assistance, and you nod.
βMy throat is justβ¦ a little dry,β you mumble, and Haechan nods in understanding, reaching into his jacket and handing you a Blow Pop. βThanks,β you mutter, pleasantly surprised as you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth. By the time the doors open on the garage floor, the flavored saliva produced by the sweet treat sitting in your cheek has almost entirely soothed your throat, and youβre feeling significantly better.Β
The six of you make your way to where Jenoβs and Haechanβs cars are parked beside each other and stand behind the two cars, silently deliberating amongst yourselves.
βWell, I call shotgun.β Mark calls out, and Jeno unlocks his car, Mark sliding into the passenger seat.
βThereβs no way all six of us are gonna cram into Jenoβs car,β Yeri remarks incredulously.Β
βYeah, definitely not, because my middle backseatβs seat belt isnβt working and the airbag sensors are fucked up, so itβs a seat belt or nothing in my car.β Jeno laments, and your skin starts to crawl as you realize where this might be heading.Β
βSo your car only seats fourβ¦ and there are six of usβ¦β you say slowly, pulling the lollipop from your lips with a muted wet pop that has Haechan eyeing you like a lion about to corner the slowest gazelle of the herd. Usually, there are seven of you, so even if you had to ride with Haechan, thereβd be a third body present in the form of the lovably boisterous Yurin.
Curse Yurinβs midterms, and curse Yurin for sending that text, and curse yourself for leaving your phone where Haechan could see, and curse Haechan for being nosyβ
βIβll ride with Haechan,β Karina offers, noticing the way you become more and more quiet as you sink further into your worries.Β
βNo, you wonβt.β Haechan says, leaning against his passenger door. Everyone looks over at him, and he just pushes off of the door, opening it and pointing directly at you. βGet in.β
βOh, gosh.β you mumble, and youβre not sure if itβs the weed effect making you feel sluggish or youβre really that apprehensive, but you feel a bit like a puppet with sandbags for shoes, your feet hesitantly shuffling, dragging, scuffling towards Haechanβs passenger door.
βItβs an eight-minute drive,β Yeri calls to you sympathetically, and you nod, shooting her a feeble thumbs up that you donβt even believe. βWeβll see you soon!βΒ
βYeah,β you croak, feeling very much like a lamb being led to slaughter, and Haechan smiles sweetly at you, baring all his teeth as you sit in his car. He closes the passenger door and crosses over to the driverβs side, opening the door and getting in.Β
When Haechan finishes settling down into the driverβs seat, checking his mirror views and pulling up the GPS to the diner, he straps himself in and looks over at you, eyes scanning your frame for somethingβyou donβt quite know what. Seemingly done with his inspection, he leans closer to you without warning and reaches for the seat belt buckle in your chair, pulling it out and over your body as he clicks it into place. The whole while, heβs invading your personal space, your breath catching in your throat as you realize his face is close enough to yours that you could probably count his lashes if you wanted to.
He turns his head ever so slightly, eyes locking on yours, and you blink rapidly in alarm, rendered immobile as he studies your face.
βYou look so cute, all innocent and helpless like this.β he murmurs softly, and the tiniest of squeaks escapes you, his eyes flashing with glee at the sound. βNow stop looking at me like that,β he warns, βor Iβll kiss you.β
You blanch, trying immediately to make any other expression than the one you didnβt even know you were sporting, and he chuckles before sitting back in his seat and starting his car. He turns the air conditioning onβa strange choice, considering itβs a bit nippy outsideβand pulls out of his spot, starting to drive towards the diner.
It doesnβt take long for you to get cold, goosebumps gradually appearing on your arms and legs, but youβre a bit too nervous to say anything, instead suffering in silence. You clasp your hands together in your lap, rubbing them together for warmth, and, as he stops at a red light, Haechan looks over at you, watching in fascination as you shift in your seat for any sort of friction that could warm you. After a moment, you notice his eyes fixated pointedly on your chest, and you spare a glance down to see, to your alarm, that your nipples are hard, starting to poke through your clothing, and you curse internally for wearing a thin, lacy bra that does nothing to conceal your stiffened buds.
He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking in what seems like satisfaction, before refocusing his attention on the road. You cross your arms over your chest protectively, tucking your fingers into the crooks of your elbows as he drives down the road.
βWeβre here,β he announces after some time, pulling into a parking spot in front of the diner and turning the car off. The cold air blowing through the vents shuts off, much to your relief, and you unbuckle your seat belt before he gets the chance, practically flinging yourself out of the car into the significantly less cold night air.
As you all file into the diner, you notice a man staring very pointedly at you and your bare legs and your chest, where your nipples have yet to go down.Β
Haechan scans the room, catches sight of the man, and follows his gaze back to where you stand, his jaw clenching.
βPut this on,β Haechan murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and offering it to you. You start to take it, eager for warmth, but pause, looking at him suspiciously.
βWhy?β
His gaze flicks over your shoulder at where the man from earlier sits, and understanding dawns on you. βJustβput it on for me?βΒ
You nod, gratefully accepting the jacket, and Haechan steps closer, draping it over your shoulders and helping you put your arms through the sleeves.Β
βThank you,β you say quietly, and he nods.
βYou look cute in my jacket.β he remarks with a small smirk, and your cheeks warm.
βThank you,β you mumble, and he trails his tongue along his bottom lip before gesturing for you to follow after him with a jerk of his head, a quick peek past him revealing the hostess whoβs arrived to take you all to your seats.
When you arrive at the booth, Haechanβs right by you, gesturing for you to go in first. You do so without complaint, preferring the inner seat anyway, but itβs when Haechan slides in next to you that you realize your mistake as he closes you into the booth corner, the main obstacle between you and freedom from, well, him.
As the hostess passes out menus and you all start to look them over, you feel the side of his hand resting against the side of your thigh, making you attempt to shift away from his hand, the touch too intimate for you to handle at the moment.
Somehow, his hand finds its way back against your leg, palm turned up slightly as he lightly grazes his fingertips along your thigh, and you suck in a sharp breath, doing your best to pass it off as a cough when Haechan looks over at you, eyes twinkling with amusement.
βI think Iβm gonna get the breakfast platter,β Yeri says excitedly. βIt comes with pancakes, eggs prepared how you want them, homefries, and your choice of meat.βΒ
βThat sounds so good,β you reply thoughtfully. βI think I want a burger.βΒ
βYeah, a burger sounds good,β Haechan agrees, eyes slowly sliding over to study your reaction as he flattens his palm against your leg, slowly sliding it up to caress your upper thigh. Your reaction must be nothing short of rewarding, as you jolt so forcefully that you shake the table slightly, and he chuckles softly.
βYou okay, girl?β Karina asks, worried, and you nod, swallowing thickly.
βI just, umβ¦felt a tickle on my ankle. Thought it was a bug or something.β you mumble, and she nods, eyebrows still furrowed in concern.
βI know I said waffles earlier, but I kind of want these barbecue ribs,β Karina says, pointing at an entry on the menu, but you can barely make your gaze focus on where her finger touches the menu because Haechanβs hand is still very much on your thigh, and to make matters worse, you think you like it.
His hand slides up higher, the side of his thumb slipping under the hem of your skirt, and you raise your glass to your lips in an attempt to act natural, hoping and praying no one notices the way your hand is shaking slightly.
Haechan leans in closer to you, murmuring in your ear, βThis must be a dream come true for you, huh?β He grips your thigh firmly, not even attempting to play it off as a casual touch anymore, and you barely manage to stifle your yelp of surprise in time. βMust have been wanting this for so long,β he breathes secretively, smiling lips grazing the shell of your ear so subtly, no one else would notice unless they were paying unnaturally close attention.
You, however, do notice. Not only do you notice, but you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, the sudden movement making the water in your cup slosh forward and spill out slightly, a few droplets dripping down your chin.
You suck your teeth in mild irritation, glaring at Haechan as you reach for your napkin, but heβs faster, his free hand coming up and wiping the liquid off of your chin.Β Β
βUm, thanks.β you mumble, and he nods, locking eyes with you as he licks at the pad of his thumb, cleaning off the water droplets with his mouth. βOh, dear Neptune.β you whisper to yourself, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the moment. βWhere is this waitressβI need to eat something.β
βYeah, we should let her know weβre ready to order,β Mark says, waving a hand out to flag down the waitress. As she approaches, you sneak a peek at Haechan, whose expression is surprisingly calm and neutral given the sensual, slow circles heβs drawing on your upper thigh with his thumb.
Haechanβs hand slips further in between your legs, getting dangerously close to your core, and you decide thatβs enough play time for him, clamping your legs together forcefully.
βYou trapped my hand, pretty girl,β he points out with a growing grin, and you ignore him even as he continues, βI didnβt know you liked it that much.β
You still donβt give him a response, staring stubbornly out the booth window, and he chuckles before withdrawing his hand from your legs with such ease that you wonder if he was ever really stuck there.
βOh, weβre doing the silent treatment? Copy that.β he muses, nodding slowly in understanding, and you canβt help but wonder what else he has in store for you.
Today, the energy in the room is entirely differentβand you donβt like it one bit.
Haechan wonβt even acknowledge you today; his eyes skip over you when he scans the room like youβre not even there, or, worse, he seems to be looking completely through you at times, completely unaffected by your presence.
βGirl, did you piss Haechan off or something?β Yeri whispers to you, and your brows knit together as you shake your head. βHe hasnβt made a single move on you all day.β
βI know,β you mutter bitterly.
βMaybe heβs sick,β Karina supplies in an attempt to help, but her words practically fall on deaf ears as you stare burning holes into the side of his face as he laughs at something Mark said.
βIβm about to be sick,β you mumble, your stomach twisting uncomfortably as your somewhat secret crush that used to be obsessed with you treats you like youβre nothing more than a couch cushion.
You donβt know whatβs come over you, but when Haechan gets up and heads towards the kitchen. you find yourself standing to follow, mumbling that youβll be right back to Karina.
Haechan stands with his back to you at the kitchen island, pouring a can of somethingβit looks like Monsterβinto a glass, and you take a moment to admire his slender yet lean build, the curve of his shoulders and the perfectly mussed up state of his hairβ
βI know youβre there, you know.β he says calmly, and your eyes widen as you immediately attempt to look busy doing anything other than blatantly ogling him. He turns right when youβve reached for a bag of Ruffles chips and raises an eyebrow expectantly. βYou have something you want to say?β
βWhat do you mean?β you ask, slightly thrown off-guard, and he blinks at you impassively.
βI noticed you staring at me,β is all he says in response, and you blanch, pursing your lips carefully.
βHaechan, are you mad at me?β you ask softly, and he smirks.
βAnd why do you ask that?β
You fidget with the hem of your skirt nervously, averting your gaze to look at the granite countertop. βWell, youβ¦ havenβt talked to me all night.β
Haechan doesnβt say anything for a concerningly long time, prompting you to look up at him and immediately wish you hadnβt. He looks beyond smug, and painfully attractive as he leans in slightly, not close enough to get in your space but close enough to send a thrill down your spine.Β
βYou were giving me the silent treatment the other day, right?β he reminds you, and you hesitate, realizing you were the cause for his radio silence. βI was just returning the favor.β
βWell, donβt.β you say with a frown, and he raises his eyebrows, amused and surprised.
βWhy not? Did you miss me or something?β he teases, and you balk, losing all your nerve as quickly as youβd found it.
βNo!β you answer quickly, and he arches an eyebrow skeptically, prompting you to continue, βNo, I justββ
βYou and I donβt really talk much, anyway,β Haechan muses, leaning his back against the island as he regards you with a cocky glint in his eyes. βSo what is it you really miss, hm?β
βWellββ you struggle to find your words, and something softens in Haechanβs gaze, the cocky twinkle now accompanied with a smile bordering dangerously on fondness.
βYou miss me messing with you, donβt you?β he asks, and at your lack of response, nods in confirmation. βYou miss me touching you?β he questions, dragging out the syllables excruciatingly slowly. He sucks his teeth when you still donβt reply and says, βI know you do. You know you do. Now just admit it.β
βI canβt,β you protest weakly, and he shrugs, raising his hands in surrender.
βYou want me to touch you again? Give me what I want.β He sounds dead serious and painfully unwavering on his stance, prompting you to whimper quietly to yourself, too wrapped up in your own nerves to notice the way his eyes darken at the sound of your desperation.
βI want you to touch me.β you mumble shamefully, and his lips quirk up into the beginnings of a smile.Β
βCome here; say it again.β he urges, beckoning you closer, and you hesitate, making a challenge flash in his expression before heβs poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek and chuckling. βDonβt make me come over there.β
βI want you,β you say, βto touch me,β you repeat your words from earlier, trying desperately to look anywhere but at him.
You can see him crossing the distance between you in your peripheral vision, your insides tensing with anticipation as he gets closer and closer. To your utter disappointment, he continues to walk as if heβs going to pass you, only pausing to tilt his head to the side in a patronizing display of faux sympathy.
βGood girl. Now, was that so hard?β he chuckles, not even giving you a chance to respond before he continues his path out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
What in the absolute hell did you just get yourself into?
Youβre coming back from the bathroom when you quite literally almost run into Haechan in the hallway.Β
βSorry,β you say, stepping to the side to get past, but he steps to the same side. You laugh awkwardly before stepping to the other side, only for him to do the same, his movements far too calculated to be a mistake, and you come to the realization that heβs intentionally blocking your path. βHaechan?β you ask quietly, nervousness creeping into your voice, and he chuckles.
He takes a step towards you, prompting you to take a cautious one backwards, and his smile widens as he advances on you, slowly but surely herding you back towards the bathroom. When your back hits the nearby wall, your eyes widen, and he mocks you, briefly widening his eyes in faux surprise before flicking his brows up suggestively and placing one hand on the wall by your head on the side you could escape from, successfully trapping you in a makeshift corner.Β
βYouβre so cute, really.β Haechan sighs, smiling fondly at you, but thereβs a devious twinkle in his eye as he regards you.
As he closes in on you, your body is alight with nerves and anticipation, and you decide to try again, feebly calling, β...Haechan?β
βShh, shh, shh,β he quiets you soothingly, reaching up with his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. βDonβt act like you donβt want this, baby.β As if to prove his point, he presses his knee between your legs, thigh pressing up against your clothed core, and a poorly restrained moan bubbles up in your throat.
βHaechanββ you whine, and he shoots you a smug smile.
βSee, baby? I know you want it. You know I want it. Thatβs why you always wear these tiny fucking skirts whenever you come over,β he states, hand dropping from your face to tug at the hem of your skirt, and you gaspβboth at the sudden yanking and the insistent pressing of his thigh against your core. βYou like it when I do this. Bet you were waiting for me to slip my hands under your skirt to touch you.β
βMm-mm,β you protest, but the way your hips move against him, rolling back and forth and grinding wantonly in search of relief, is telling another story, Haechan arching a brow skeptically.Β
βMm, no? You donβt like it? But, waitβ¦ what was that you said in the kitchen earlier?β he questions, a taunting lilt to his words. ββI want you to touch me,ββ he echoes your earlier request in a poor imitation of your voice. βWell, Iβm touching you, babyβdonβt you like it?β When your only reply is a small nod, he shakes his head disapprovingly, gaze darkening. βWords.β
βYes,β you whimper, breath catching in your throat when he rewards you with a firm upwards press of his thigh into your core. Your movements speed up slightly as you feel that familiar tightening sensation in your abdomen, your climax not far ahead.
βAre you gonna cum just like this?β he asks, and thereβs a hint of amusement to his words but itβs almost entirely overtaken by the heavy desire in his voice.Β
βMm-hm,β you whine softly, your desperation peaking as your high gets closer and closer.Β
βBeg me to let you cum.β he urges, and youβre already so far gone that your shame is all but done away with.
βPlease, Haechan, can I cum?β you pant urgently, a slight pleading quality to your words as you feel the beginnings of your climax, pleasure blooming between your legs in a gush of warmth. βPlease?β you whimper, and something in him snaps, Haechan lurching forward and cupping your face in his hands to hold you in place as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing along your lower lip as you tremble and moan weakly into his mouth.Β
When you move to pull away to breathe, he clutches your face more firmly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring at his leisure, all the while ignoring your muffled, plaintive cries for air.Β
βHaechan, I canβt breathe,β you rasp out finally, and he lets you go with a shaky inhale and an unmistakable reluctance.Β
βYou are so goddamn addicting.β he pants, and his hands drop to your hips, resuming the motions you werenβt aware youβd stopped. βKeep going.β
His hands keep guiding your movements, practically dragging you back and forth on his thigh as he kisses you again. This kiss is messier than the last as he sucks on your tongue and pulls back to trail his lips down your neck, stopping just above your pulse point and sucking hard, a gasp escaping you at the pleasurable sensation.
βMine,β he grunts against your throat, sinking his teeth into a new patch of skin and sucking there, too, without a doubt leaving some form of mark behind. βAll fucking mine.β he repeats, clutching your hips tighter and dragging you up his leg and closer to him, lips parting from your neck with a loud, wet pop and connecting with yours eagerly. βGonna fucking ruin you, princess.β
βHaeββ you barely get the first syllable of his name out before heβs sealing his mouth over yours again, fingers creeping into the kiss to pry your mouth open.
βOpen,β he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration. When you oblige, he taps your tongue impatiently until you let it hang out of your mouth, Haechan sucking in a deep breath as he eyes you appreciatively. Without any warning or preamble, Haechan spits directly onto your tongue, and you whimper, voice cracking slightly. βSwallow. Iβm gonna do it again.β You swallow his saliva, the extra moisture in your mouth jarring but not unwelcome, and return to your previous pose of your mouth open with your tongue hanging out.Β
He grins and leans in again, hovering over your waiting tongue as he drops a long, clear string of saliva from his puckered lips down to your mouth. βDonβt swallow.β He pulls back from you slightly and pushes his middle and ring finger into your mouth, the cool silver of his ring catching your taste buds as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, gliding them against your tongue to collect as much wetness as he can. βGood girl,β he coos, pleased, and youβre embarrassed by the rush of warmth between your legs that appears at the praise. βNeed them nice and wet for you.β
Not wasting a minute, he snakes his slick, spit-covered fingers past the band of your underwear and starts to stroke over your folds, digits gliding amongst your arousal with embarrassing ease.Β
βYouβre a mess down here,β he remarks, eyes alight with glee and something wild, primal as he teases you. βYou like me that much? Hm?β He seems not to need an answer as he grins cockily at you, eyes scanning your face intently to drink in your every reaction to his touch, no matter how small. He trails his fingers up, up, up until heβs brushing the underside of your clit, and you jolt, flinching away.Β
βHaechan, thatβs sensitiveββ
βI know, baby,β he coos. βThatβs exactly why Iβm doing it.β With the hand not currently in your underwear, he laces his fingers with yours, the back of his hand pressed against the palm of your own, and trails your linked hands down your body to join his other hand in your underwear. βShow me,β he rasps, and you blink at him, too far gone to fully understand exactly what he means. βShow me how you do it when youβre aloneβwhen you think of me.β
Cheeks blazing, you realize youβre in no position to refuse, so you guide his hand into massaging your clit in circles, your abdomen tensing reflexively whenever his fingers graze the sensitive underside of your clit.Β
βTalk to me, baby.β he urges gently, and you whine in protest, the fire in your face increasing nearly tenfold. βWanna hear that pretty voice tell me how you touch your little pussy.β
βI just rub it in circles like this,β you mumble, voice slightly husky with desire, and the shift doesnβt go unnoticed, if the intensifying of Haechanβs gaze means anything.Β
βYou donβt go inside?β he asks softly, and you shake your head.
βDoesnβt feel good when I do it,β you whimper, and he sucks in air sharply, swearing under his breath as he watches your face twist in pleasure. Itβs all too much for you, having his undivided attention on you like this, and you look away, a shudder traveling through your body as another climax approaches.
βLook at me,β he coaxes, and you reluctantly oblige, pleading eyes locking on his as your peak gets closer by the second. βOnly look at me.β
βOkay,β you agree, the last syllable coming out like more of a squeak, and he smiles brilliantly, the hand not pleasuring you slipping out of your underwear and lifting your shirt up to reveal your breasts in your thin, lacy light blue bra. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples through the fabric and starts to suck, tongue swirling around the stiffening bud so wetly that his saliva starts to darken the fabric, the warmth of his spit seeping through the fabric.Β
He sucks at your nipples with an almost ferocity, alternating breasts like he canβt get enough of either, and his hand snakes around your back to unclasp your bra, Haechan pushing the garment out of the way as soon as itβs loose and latching onto your nipple with a low groan of satisfaction.
As he flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue, his fingers stroke you closer and closer to your high until youβre so close you can practically taste the sweet, heady feeling of ecstasy. βShow me what you sound like when you cum, baby.β
βOhβshitβoh, my God,β you hiss as your eyes screw shut tight, pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm travels through your system. βFeels so good,β you whimper, and he hums in agreement.
βSay my name, baby.β
βHaechanββ you moan wantonly, and he lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl as he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.
He doesnβt stop attending to your breasts until heβs certain heβs milked every last second of bliss from your body, alternating between sucking and flicking and swirling his tongue around the buds until you go limp, your body slumping against the wall for support.Β
Finally, he pulls his arousal-coated fingers from your underwear, trailing them over your bottom lip before pushing the digits into your mouth to suck.Β
You do so with an embarrassing amount of eagerness, and are just as surprised as Haechan when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you whine in protest.
His brows shoot up into his hairline and you feel heat blazing furiously in your cheeks as he regards you with a mix of surprise and an expression that looks close to impressed.
βYou like to suck, yeah?β he murmurs, and you nod hesitantly. Something flashes in his dark eyes, and he grins. βWanna suck something bigger?β
Hesitant but undoubtedly excited, you nod, and he wets his lips before setting about unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans.Β
As he does, you slowly sink to your knees, and when he looks up from his pants to see you kneeling before him, he lets out a loud swear that you fear might blow your cover.
As you stare in awe at his impressive size, you realize youβre less worried about getting caught than you are about having to stop. He watches you watch him with amusement and fascination, but the undercurrent of desire runs strong as he clicks his tongue to get your attention.Β
You look up at him, and he licks his lips, exhaling a small puff of air before wrapping a hand around his base.
βThis is the prettiest sight Iβve ever laid eyes on,β he praises, and you smile, heat rising to your cheeks once more. Lowering himself slightly, he cups your breasts, pressing them together and grunting, βIβm gonna fuck these one day. But now?β he says, releasing them and stroking your chin affectionately. βIβm gonna fuck this pretty mouth.β
βYou ever suck someone off, baby?β he asks in a low voice, and you shake your head, making his eyes slide shut in bliss as he squeezes himself harder. βFuck, Iβm your first?β
βYes,β you mumble shyly, and he coos affectionately at you, leaning down slightly to cup your chin with his free hand.Β
βRemember when you were sucking that little lollipop the other day?β he asks, and you nod. βItβs kind of like that. Use your tongue, and the wetter it is, the better.β
You nod carefully and sit forward, letting your jaw drop open.Β
βFuck, baby. Tongue out for me?β he grunts, and you oblige, letting your tongue drop out of your mouth and lie flat for him. βSo good, baby, just like that,β he encourages, leaning forward and guiding the head of his cock into your mouth.Β
It feels strange but not unwelcome, and you suck gently at the head of his cock, more focused on using your tongue to explore the intrusion in your mouth. Based on the way Haechanβs breathing shallows and quickens, you suspect youβre doing a pretty good job.
βBaby, youβre so good at this,β he groans, his head tipping back before it snaps back up as he seemingly realizes heβd rather watch you. βMouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock like that.β
You can only manage a whimper as you boldly press forward, taking more of his length into your mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you swirl your tongue around his length before tentatively flicking it over the slit in the head of his cock. He groans weakly and, emboldened, you do it again, Haechan letting out a delicious little grunt that spurs you to kick it up another notch.
You start to bob your head, doing your best to alternate between bobbing and licking, and Haechan shudders deeply, his hand releasing the rest of his cock and moving to cup the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair.Β
βJust like thatβfuckββ he hisses, biting his lip as he watches you suck him off, skill increasing with every movement. When you push forward a bit too suddenly, eager to impress him, you choke briefly on his length, throat constricting slightly as your gag reflex activates slightly. βOh, shitββ
Despite the slight ache to the back of your throat, you keep sucking, moving forward slower this time to allow your throat time to adjust to his size. When you massage the underside of his tip with your tongue, wet muscle gliding over the ridge of skin, he moans your name and itβs one of the most rewarding sounds you think youβve ever heard.
βSo good,β he pants as you bob your head up and down, and his length twitches in your mouth, giving you a hint that heβs close. βGonna cum, baby.β
You move your head faster, sucking his length to the best of your ability with all the tricks you just learned, and his fingers grip your hair tightly as he spills into your mouth, his hips sluggishly thrusting forward as he shallowly fucks your mouth.Β
βYou,β he grunts, helping you to your feet so youβre face to face and kissing you deeply, βare a fast little learner.β His tongue slips between your lips and he explores your mouth eagerly, licking at your tongue and inner cheeks as you whimper, dizzied by the fervor of his kisses.Β
βBaby,β he mumbles into the kiss, the urgency in his voice waking you up slightly, βI wanna eat you out. Can I taste you, princess?β When you nod, he grins brilliantly. βGonna make you feel so good.β
He drops to his knees and slides his hands up from your ankles, hands slipping under your skirt to caress your hips. Pulling your underwear off, he drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, warm, slender fingers spreading apart your folds to get a better look at you.
When you whine softly in embarrassment, he shushes you gently, murmuring, βI just want to admire you for a second, baby, please?β He ducks his head under your skirt and sucks in a sharp breath when heβs met with the sight of your core, folds glistening with your arousal. βPrettiest pussy Iβve ever seen,β he breathes in awe, and before you can reply, his mouth is on you, upper lip resting just above your clit as his tongue strokes along your folds indulgently.
βOh, my God,β you whisper, stumbling back slightly to lean against the wall behind you. Haechan moves with you fluidly, massaging your clit with his tongue as his fingers clutch your thighs, kneading the flesh with greedy, rough movements.
Tongue moving downwards towards your entrance, he prods the tip of it against your hole, chuckling when you jolt and squirm under his actions. βDonβt be shy, baby, I just want to taste.β
You nod even though he canβt see you, and he must be able to tell, because his tongue pushes forward, slowly breaching your entrance. You suck in a loud breath as his tongue delves further into you, occasionally coming out to slurp up the arousal dripping from your hole.Β
βTastes so good, baby,β he moans, his nose rubbing against your clit as he slowly starts to move his tongue in and out inside of you. The feeling is strange but amazing, a slightly ticklish element to the pleasure youβre receiving as he tongue-fucks you.Β
Slurping loudly and moaning even louder, Haechan loses himself in your core, alternating between tongue-fucking you and licking at your folds and clit, leaving sloppy wet kisses that make your mind spin.
βYeah, you like that?β he grunts, sucking at your clit hard before slipping his tongue out to stroke the sensitive underside of the sensitive bud. βYou like when I kiss your pretty pussy? Hm? Do you like it when I make out with your sweet little pussy?β
βYes,β you whimper, fingers clutching at his head over your skirt. When you get a good grip on him, you start to pull him closer, wanting more of his touch.
βAlways so goodβso shy and innocent.β Haechan murmurs, words slightly muffled from his oral ministrations on your pussy. βNow look at you; look how bad youβre being.β
βHaechan, please,β you breathe, and he turns his head to suck at your inner thighs, no doubt leaving a mark or two in his wake.
βWanna see just how bad I can make you be.β he coos before surging forward to lap at your core eagerly, losing himself once more in the taste of you. βFucking delicious, baby, you taste so good for me.β
He sucks and licks and kissesβeven nibbles a bitβuntil your legs are shaking and your grip on his hair is iron-clad. You briefly consider the extremely compromising position someone might find you in if one of your friends walked down the hall and are surprised to find that not only do you not care, but thereβs even a smidge of excitement when you think about getting caught like this, with Haechanβs head under your skirt and your breasts exposed.
βHaechan, IβmβI think Iβm gonnaββ you pant out, and he nods fervently, tongue slipping out of your entrance to flick your clit back and forth rapidly, a sharp whine slipping from you.
βCum for me, babyβcum all on my tongue.β he urges, pulling you closer as he feverishly laps at your clit and entrance, shaking his head from side to side rapidly to run his tongue along your core back and forth. βThatβs it, pretty girl, just let go.β he purrs, coaxing your climax out of you, and you do just that, letting the coil wound tight in your abdomen snap and letting the pleasure flood through your body.
βHaechanββ you whimper, and he hums soothingly as his tongue massages your clit once more, thoroughly milking your orgasm for all its worth. When the trembling of your legs has calmed down slightly and youβve started to breathe normally once more, he pops his head out from under your skirt and winks up at you, chin and lips covered in your arousal.
βYouβre addicting, baby; could eat your pussy for hours.β he says as he rises to his feet. A look downwards grants you the sight of his erection, fully hard once more, and you swallow thickly before looking up at him only to see that heβs already watching you with a small grin on his face. βThink you can handle one more?β
Youβre nodding before you even realize it, and Haechan beams at you, drawing closer and closer until youβre flat against the wall.Β
Nudging your legs apart, he settles between them and aligns his tip with your entrance, looking up from where your bodies meet to your face.
βReady, baby?β he asks, and you nod carefully, eyes drifting back down from his face to where the thick head of his length presses against your core. βGood girl,β he breathes before pushing into you slowly, covering your mouth with his palm as you gasp out loudly. βBaby, theyβll catch us if you keep making noise like that.β
βS-Sorry,β you stammer, but itβs a muffled apology given that Haechanβs hand is still firmly clasped over your mouth. βSo full,β you whisper in awe, and he chuckles lowly in your ear, lips pressing to the spot just behind your lobe.Β
βFeel so tight around me, baby,β he grunts, his labored breathing in your ear telling you that heβs just as affected as you are. βSo fucking goodββ
βHaechan, move,β you whisper urgently as he bottoms out in you, and he obliges, pulling out to the tip and pushing into you again. A loud whoosh of air escapes your lungs, and he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, making you let out a loud whimper that would have been much louder had Haechanβs hand not muffled it.
βIβm starting to think you want to get caught.β Haechan murmurs with a smile on his lips as he kisses along your jaw and moves his hand to kiss you.Β
βMmβ! No, I donβtββ you insist through your cries of pleasure, and he shakes his head with a taunting grin.
βYes, you do,β he teases. βYou want all our friends to come in this hallway and see me fucking you like the perfect little fuckdoll I always knew you could be.β
βHaeβchanββ you stutter, tiny noises leaving you with every powerful thrust of his hips. Heβs so good, so big and thick, and heβs filling you up just right and hitting all the right places, and it becomes too much very quickly, an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body as he fucks into you. If it couldnβt get worse for you, he reaches between you two and his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick circles just like you showed him earlier. βFuckβstopβtoo muchββ
βDoesnβt that feel good, baby?β he coos, shifting himself to angle his hips into you just right so that every snap of his hips sends his tip fucking directly into your g-spot.Β
You feel warmth behind your eyes, the telltale pricking at the corners that you know all too well, and the first tear drops before you can wipe it away, another tear following after that as the pleasure all but consumes you.
βAw, baby, donβt cry, it feels good,β he consoles you, reaching up with his free hand to wipe your tears away.Β
βSo goodβtoo goodββ you babble, and he laughs at that, brows furrowing at the end as you clench around him.
βIt canβt be too good, babyβyouβre not making sense anymore.β he says with a playful lilt, and you whimper, more tears falling as you sniffle pathetically. βFuck, youβre so pretty when you cry.β
βWanna cumβHaechan, please let me cumββ you beg, and his movements stutter, Haechan looking at you in surprise.
βYeah? Baby wants to cum?β he grunts, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as your walls flex around him again. βFuck, I love when you do thatβfeels so goodβcum for me, baby.βΒ
Not needing to be told twice, you promptly fall apart around him with a messy string of swears and βpleaseβ and utterances of Haechanβs name as your nails dig into his forearm, making him wince slightly. Youβre sure you look a mess, eyes wet and glossy as tears stream down your cheeks, but Haechanβs drinking in your appearance like itβs the most beautiful thing heβs ever seen.
βBabyβIβm closeβfuckββ Haechan grunts. βGonna cumβwhere do you want it?β
βWant it inside of me, pleaseββ you croak weakly, and he lets out a sound thatβs a mix between a smug chuckle and a moan.
βCanβt believe you were skittish as a mouse just the other day, and now youβre begging for my cum. Want me to fill you up?β he pants, hips driving into yours with reckless abandon.Β
βPleaseββ you whimper, and he swears under his breath.
βFuckβtake it all, baby,β he urges, hips pressing into yours as he buries himself in you and empties his load. βItβs all for you,β he says breathlessly as his length twitches inside of you.
He stays inside of you for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath, before he slowly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants and helping you fix your skirt back into place. To your confusion, he hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling the thin, arousal-soaked fabric down and off your legs.Β
βUmβ¦β you start, and Haechan looks over at you, brows raised expectantly. βThose are mine,β you state, pointing at the fabric in his fist.
βAnd now,β he hums, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, eyes sliding shut in bliss just in time to miss your scandalized expression. βTheyβre mine. Cβmon; you should use the bathroom.β
He loops his fingers around yours, other hand stuffing your underwear in his back pocket as he leads you to the bathroom.
When the door closes behind you, you sit down on the toilet with slightly shaky legs, taking a moment to think about everything that just occurred.Β
You would have never in a million years thought that youβd have sex with Haechan, let alone in the hallwayβlet alone, with your friends in the very next room. However, as you think over the events that just transpired, your body is filled with a warm thrum of satisfaction, and you canβt seem to find an ounce of regret.Β
βGirl, where the hell were you?!β Karina exclaims, fussing over you as soon as you reappear in the living room. βWeβve been texting and calling for ages!β
βOh,β you mumble, pulling your phone from the little pocket in your skirt. βItβs been on Do Not Disturb,β you explain sheepishly, and Karina rolls her eyes hard.
βDonβt do that again. You had us worried sick. What were you even doing for so long?β
βUmβ¦ well, Haechan and I,β you start, casting a side glance to the couch where Haechan sits and hesitating slightly when you see that heβs watching you intently, not an ounce of shame in his expression. βWe hooked up.β you say finally, straightening your back slightly and standing up taller.
Yeriβs jaw drops. βAbout damn time.β she remarks, and you narrow your eyes at her.
βHush, you.β you huff, looking over at where Haechan sits once more. He locks eyes with you and grins, patting the empty spot next to him and wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and you smile, looking away from him to address your bewildered friends. βIβll explain everything laterββ
βYeah, yeah, just go, girl.β Karina chuckles. βHeβs waiting,β she sing-songs, and you elbow her slightly before shooting them a bright smile and a small wave and making your way to sit next to Haechan.Β
When you sit down, Haechan drapes his arm around you on the back of the couch, and you can feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.
βSo,β he says carefully, taking a hit of his pen and exhaling slowly before he continues, βI know this is a little backwards of me, butβ¦ do you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?β
βIβd like that,β you reply with a bashful smile, and he grins, relieved.
βGreat. Now in the meantime,β he says, looking pointedly towards the hallway before looking back at you expectantly, βI have a nice ass TV, snacks, and a strong ass edible with your name on it in my room. You down?β
You donβt even hesitate. βIβm down.β you agree, smile widening, and he nods, satisfied. He stands from the couch and offers you his hand, which you take as he pulls you to your feet.
As you trail after him towards his room, fingers still locked with his, you canβt help but notice the familiar peek of fabric sticking out of his back pocket, and your eyes widen in alarm.
βHaechan!β you whisper loudly, and he looks back at you with raised brows. βMy, um, underwear is sticking out of your pocket.β
βSo?β he answers simply, and you pause, brain buffering for a moment.
βSo?β
βYeah. No one knows itβs your underwear but you and me,β he points out as you reach his bedroom door. He swings it open and gestures for you to enter first, head dipping down to your ear as you pass by. βSo itβs our little secret.β
βOh,β you mumble, thinking it over. βOkay.β
βThatβs what I like to hear,β he says encouragingly, guiding you to his bed and gesturing for you to sit down. βNow, what do you want to watch?β
βUh, we can watch Family Guy,β you suggest, and he looks at you, pleasant surprise written on his handsome features, before he nods and picks up the TV remote.
βGood choice,β he praises, sitting down beside you against the headboard of his bed. βPerfect show to play in the background while we make out.β
βOhββ you stammer, blinking in surprise, and he snorts, eyes fond as he scans your bashful demeanor.
βIβm kidding.β he assures you, and you canβt help but frown slightly. Unfortunately for you, this doesnβt go unnoticed by Haechan, and he chuckles. βYou wanted to make out, didnβt you?β
βA little bit,β you mumble, and he grins, leaning in closer to you.
βThat can be arranged.β he murmurs, still smiling as his lips meet yours.
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