m.

y/n sat back in her seat, a smile tugging at her lips as she listened to her friends argue over something completely ridiculous. the stress that had been weighing on her shoulders all semester seemed to fade into the background. tonight wasn't about responsibilities or studying—it was about having fun.

"hey, what happened to that guy you were talking to?" her friend tapped y/n's shoulder. "you haven't hooked up with someone in like months, girl."

she almost laughed at her friend's words, but she couldn't possibly tell them that she was dating their professor.

"we stopped talking a long time ago and i mean... i'm not exactly looking for someone either."

another one of her friends jumped in their conversation, a few shots over her limit. "isn't dr. jeon like... so hot?"

y/n choked on her drink, coughing violently as laughter erupted around the table. one of her friends reached over to pat her back, barely able to contain their amusement.

"oh my god, are you okay?" they asked between laughs.

y/n waved them off, grabbing a napkin as she tried to recover what little dignity she had left. heat rushed to her cheeks, and she silently thanked the dim lighting of the bar, praying it was enough to hide just how red her face had gotten.

"i bet he's really good in bed too. may it get stuck in their throat whoever eats him."

ironic, y/n thought downing the rest of her drink.

unfortunately, alcohol wasn't nearly strong enough to erase certain memories.

she reached for another shot the moment one appeared in front of her.

and then another.

the music seemed louder now, the bass vibrating through the floor beneath her feet. colored lights swept across the crowded room, casting everyone in shifting shades of blue, purple, and red. around her, laughter blended with the music until it became one continuous blur.

the tension in her shoulders slowly loosened.

for the first time in weeks, she wasn't thinking about grades, deadlines, or the fact that midterms were getting closer. no, she was instead thinking about jeongguk and how suddenly it started feeling warmer.

she excused herself from the table and tried locating the bathroom as best as she could with her blurry vision.

her friends were in fact correct. dr. jeon was unfairly hot and he was good in bed and to her intoxicated brain, calling him seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea.

before common sense could catch up, she hovered her thumb over his contact before clicking it.

the phone rang for maybe three seconds before he picked up.

"hey, baby. everything okay? i thought you were with your friends."

hearing his voice, sultry and warm, caused the fire inside her ignite further. she leaned against the cold bathroom counter, gripping the edge of it as she pressed her lips together, watching herself in the mirror as heat crawled up her neck.

for a moment, she just stood there in silence, forehead resting briefly against the cool glass of the mirror.

because if she opened her mouth right then, she wasn't entirely convinced anything intelligent would come out.

"sweetheart, you there?"

"yeah," she mumbled. "i just missed you."

jeongguk laughed, sighing through his nose.

"honey, you saw me yesterday. go hang out with your friends."

y/n let out a quiet whine, lifting her head from where it had been resting against the mirror. she turned around and leaned back against the sink instead, tilting her head toward the ceiling.

the cool edge of the counter pressed against her lower back while she clutched her phone to her ear.

"that's not the point. i miss you now."

she could hear him moving through her end of the line, sheets shuffling.

"you want me to come get you?"

y/n closed her eyes and tipped her head back against the mirror behind her, staring up at the fluorescent lights overhead. she dragged out a thoughtful hum.

"maybe."

jeongguk's laughter filtered through the speaker, low enough to make her stomach flutter.

"maybe?"

"okay, yes."

"baby."

his voice carried that familiar amusement that always made her feel simultaneously adored and teased.

"what?"

"how much have you had to drink?"

she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, taking in her flushed cheeks, slightly messy hair, and the unmistakable glassiness in her eyes. she decided that she looked composed enough.

"that's not important."

his laugh only grew.

outside the bathroom, music pulsed through the walls, muffled by layers of tile and concrete. someone entered, the door swinging open before shutting again a few seconds later.

she rolled her eyes, even though he couldn't see it.

"i'm fine."

"mhm."

"i am."

"you called me from a bar bathroom to tell me you miss me."

she lowered her gaze to the tiled floor, smiling to herself as she absentmindedly traced the edge of the sink with her fingertips.

"so you're coming to get me?"

"yeah, sweetheart i am. i'll text you when i'm close."

he hung up the phone with that. she smiled to herself before fixing her hair and exiting the bathroom. when she returned to the table her friends were hammered more than they were before—if that was even possible.

one friend was halfway draped across the table, laughing so hard she was nearly crying. another seemed deeply invested in a story she was telling despite repeatedly forgetting the point halfway through each sentence. the other two were arguing passionately about something that didn't seem important enough to warrant the amount of emotion involved.

she dropped back into her seat and immediately reached for the nearest shot glass sitting on the table, downing it before anyone could claim ownership of it. the alcohol burned pleasantly on the way down, settling warm and heavy in her stomach.

it was then that y/n noticed the complete absence of alcohol on the table.

empty glasses littered every available surface, evidence of a night that had gotten considerably more out of hand than any of them had originally intended, but there wasn't a single full drink left among them.

she stared at the table for a moment.

then at her friends.

then back at the table.

clearly, this situation required immediate attention.

after all, somebody had to order more drinks.

and judging by the current state of everyone around her, she appeared to be the most qualified candidate for the job—which was admittedly concerning.

the place had grown considerably more crowded since they'd arrived, forcing her to weave through clusters of students packed shoulder to shoulder across the room. conversations blended together beneath the pounding music, creating a constant wall of noise that made it nearly impossible to focus on any one thing for too long.

she finally reached the bar, feeling oddly accomplished, she leaned onto the counter as she waited for a bartender to notice her. instead, someone appeared beside her.

"let me guess," the voice said. "espresso martini?"

she didn't think that he was talking to her at first, opting not to answer. the guy stayed put in his place though, and no one else answered.

"sorry, are you talking to me?" she said cautiously, pointing to herself.

"i mean, yeah. unless there's another pretty girl here waiting for a drink."

y/n laughed at that. probably a bit ruder than she intended.

"i'd say at least ten, and also you're wrong. not an espresso martini i was going to order some shots."

he hummed thoughtfully. "well, it was an educated guess."

she was going to answer him before she felt the feeling of impending doom start swirling in her stomach.

one second she was standing at the bar, halfway through a conversation she wasn't particularly invested in, and the next it felt like every drink she'd consumed that night had collectively decided enough was enough.

"oh no." she mumbled, her gaze unfocused.

"hey, what's wrong?"

"i need air—" her hand flew to her mouth before she abandoned both the conversation and the drinks she'd come to order, she spun around and pushed her way through the crowd.

people blurred together as she squeezed between them, muttering hurried apologies whenever she accidentally bumped into someone's shoulder.

she wasn't sure whether she was going to throw up, pass out, or spontaneously combust.

to be honest it was probably all three.

the second she stumbled outside, the chill of the night hit her flushed skin like a shockwave. she managed to lean against the door before the guy from inside came over to her side to check on her. he was breathing hard too, likely from running after her.

"damn, you run fast." he said between breaths. "are you okay? do you need anything?"

y/n tipped her head against the wall, feeling better now.

"yeah, yeah. i'm good." she said, looking at him.

people flowed in and out of the bar behind them in steady waves, laughing loudly as they made plans for the rest of the night. headlights flashed across the street, briefly illuminating the sidewalk before disappearing again. music leaked through the closed doors in distant bursts whenever someone entered or exited.

the guy, who suddenly had a raise in confidence, decided that he should tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. she blinked, slowly turning her head toward him, surprise flickering across her expression as the reality of what had just happened settled in.

suddenly everything felt clearer, and she remembered jeongguk. she checked her phone and saw that he had messaged her two minutes ago. she looked around and saw his car. shit.

"i gotta go, thanks for making sure i wasn't dead." but a hand on her wrist prevented her from leaving.

"wait, uh, can i get your number? or wait, i'll give you mine." he pulled out a piece of tissue and a pen before scrabbling his number on it and giving her the paper. "text me when you get home safe. or something."

she nodded dismissively before walking toward jeongguk's car. he opened the driver's door and stepped outside when he saw her, one hand still resting on the edge of the door as his eyes scanned over her from head to toe. his gaze lingered briefly on her flushed cheeks, slightly messy hair, and the unsteady way she was walking before settling back on her face.

when he decided she was fine, he opened his arms for her to fall into. a laugh bubbled out of her as she closed the remaining distance between them, practically throwing herself into his embrace without a second thought. her arms looped around his neck while his settled securely around her waist, steadying her before she could accidentally knock both of them over.

the second she was close enough, she began pressing quick kisses wherever she could reach.

his jaw.

his cheek.

the corner of his mouth.

his chin.

none of them particularly coordinated.

"hi," she said brightly before leaning forward to kiss his cheek again.

jeongguk laughed.

"hi, kid."

his hand slid up her back, holding her closer as he shook his head.

"how much have you had to drink?" he repeated his words from the phone call.

"that's a really negative question to ask someone who's being nice to you."

"y/n."

she lifted her head just enough to look at him, a small pout on her lips.

jeongguk remained completely unmoved.

"don't look at me like that."

"like what?"

"like i'm the bad guy. who was your friend?" he asked, unwrapping her arms from around his neck only to realize the piece of tissue she was holding.

"what friend? ooh, the dude. i don't know."

"you don't know him? what's that on your hand, sweetheart?"

y/n followed his line of sight and slowly opened her hand. for a few seconds she simply stared at the tissue as though she was seeing it for the first time, turning it over before unfolding it. the second she noticed the writing, she let out a small noise of recognition.

"oh."

that one syllable was enough to make jeongguk suspicious.

he took the tissue from her before she could fold it back up, unfolding it completely as his eyes scanned over the messy handwriting. a name sat at the top, a phone number underneath, and a stupid little smiley face squeezed into the corner.

the silence that followed lasted just long enough for y/n to start smiling.

"he gave you his number."

jeongguk looked from the tissue to her face and then back to the tissue again, as though he was trying to figure out which part of the situation irritated him more: the fact that some random guy had given his girlfriend his number, or the fact that she seemed completely unbothered by it.

"are you jealous?" y/n's smile widened.

“not jealous," he said, folding the tissue once before glancing back at her. "just irritated that some guy thought giving you his number was a good idea."

"that's jealousy."

"he saw you, talked to you for five minutes, and somehow decided he had a chance."

y/n's grin only grew.

"definitely jealousy."

jeongguk rolled his eyes before looking back down at the number. "i'm serious. what exactly happened in those five minutes?"

she shrugged. "i don't know. he asked what i was drinking."

"and that was enough for him to write down his number?"

"i guess i have a charming personality."

"don't."

jeongguk shook his head and folded the tissue again, his jaw tightening slightly as his eyes landed on the smiley face for what had to be the tenth time. "he even drew a fucking smiley face." he grumbled before crumbling and throwing the piece of paper into the closest trash bin.

"c'mon let's get you home before your 'charming personality' attracts more guys i wanna beat up."

he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the other side of the car. he opened the door for her and rested a hand on the top of the frame so she wouldn't accidentally hit her head getting in.

which she almost did anyway.

"careful."

y/n giggled before dropping onto the seat.

while he helped her settle properly, she reached for him again, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. jeongguk shook his head but leaned closer anyway, allowing her to steal another quick kiss from his cheek before he grabbed the seatbelt.

his hand pulled the belt across her body before clicking it securely into place. the entire process took longer than necessary because y/n insisted on chasing every visible patch of skin she could reach, alternating between kisses and soft laughter whenever he dodged out of the way.

"sweetheart, sit still." he muttered, his voice low and firm in that familiar way that immediately told her he was trying to be serious.

his voice was carrying just enough authority that would make her pause if the only thought in her brain wasn't getting her hands on him, so it lasted for approximately two seconds.

then she was smiling again, fingers curling around the front of his shirt as she leaned toward him. jeongguk sighed, catching her wrist before she could launch another attack on his jaw.

the look he gave her was patient but pointed.

the kind of look that usually preceded him telling her to behave herself.

but unfortunately it also made her want to test her luck.

y/n huffed dramatically and sank back against the seat, though the mischievous glint in her eyes remained firmly in place. she watched him pull the seatbelt across her body and click it into place, his movements calm and efficient despite the fact that she'd spent the last several minutes making a simple task unnecessarily difficult.

only once he was satisfied that she wasn't about to unbuckle herself and follow him did he finally step back from the car after giving her a small peck on her lips. the cool night air rushed in briefly before he swung the passenger door shut, leaving y/n grinning to herself from behind the window.

jeongguk slid into the driver's seat and closed the door behind him, bringing a sudden quiet to the space between them. the sounds of the city became muffled beyond the windows while the soft hum of the engine filled the interior of the car.

for a moment, neither of them spoke.

jeongguk adjusted his seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the engine as though nothing had happened.

after about two minutes after the car took off, y/n placed her hand on his thigh. she slowly inched her fingers toward his crotch. jeongguk's grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel before he glanced down at her hand and then back at the road.

"whatever you're thinking about, don't."

she ignored him, licking her lips before slender fingers moved to unzip his pants. she knew him well enough to catch his jaw tighten, he wanted it too. he cursed under his breath as they stopped at a red light. jeongguk looked at her once before sighing and raising his hips enough to pull his pants down. she could see that he was already hard under his boxers. 

she placed a hand on his bulge, stroking him over his underwear. jeongguk threw his head back, looking at her through half-lidded eyes. "fuck, baby. you missed me that much?"

she nodded, biting the inside of her lip. jeongguk exhaled sharply through his nose, hips jerking slightly as her hands worked him free. the car was too quiet—just the hum of the engine and their breathing. he glanced down at her, that pretty face lit by passing streetlights. 

he reached out with one large hand, calloused thumb brushing over her bottom lip before sliding it into her hair, not pushing, just holding. possessive.

“is that why you called me tonight? couldn’t even handle a night out with your friends cause you wanted to take care of me?”

jeongguk’s breath hitched as her warm fingers wrapped around him, and he let out a low, gravelly groan. his hand tightened in her hair, not harsh but firm, keeping her close like he didn’t want to lose contact for a second.

“told you i missed you.” she mumbled, licking the tip a few times.

he sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body tensing. the warm swipe of her tongue sent a jolt straight through him.

“jesus christ…” he whispered under his breath as the light turned green, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel. he didn’t pull away or push her—just let her do what she wanted, even though every instinct screamed to guide her mouth down further. 

she licked a stripe up the base and his feet stepped on the gas again as his thumb stroked absently at the base of her hair, a quiet kind of praise.

with that, she finally took him in her mouth—moaning around his cock. her hand wrapped around the base to make up for what she couldn’t take as she bobbed her head slowly. he groaned lowly, one hand still tangled in her hair while the other gripped tighter on the wheel as they rolled through another quiet street.

his hips twitched, thrusting into her mouth. the movement caused her to gag around him, her eyes watering a little. the sound of her gagging shot straight to his groin. 

“fuck, sorry baby. can’t help myself with that pretty mouth.” he wasn’t entirely apologetic, the way her throat clenched around him drove him insane. he swallowed once before pulling to the side and stopping the car. the hand on her head encouraged her to take him deeper. the flush on her cheeks, the way tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from effort. it turned him on more than it should have.

“that’s it… take it, sweetheart. breathe through your nose.” a rough whisper escaped his lips.

she took it, her nose brushing against his pelvis as he pushed in deeper. the tip of him hit the back of her throat with each small thrust, and jeongguk’s jaw clenched at how good it felt.

his mind involuntarily drifted to the guy who gave her his number, a smug grin taking place on his face. because here she was… mouth full of him… taking his cock instead of answering some stranger's call. 

“that’s my girl. god, your mouth was made for me.”

he looked at her again, taking in her wrecked state. her lips were swollen, cheeks damp. his cock still rested between them, glistening. beautiful. she moaned around him again, spit pooling around her lips as she took him deeper.

the moan vibrated through him like electricity, and jeongguk’s hips jerked forward on. the sound of her wet lips and the slick mess around her chin caused him to groan.

he watched with heavy-lidded eyes as spit dripped down toward his jeans. it turned him on more than it should’ve—how messy she got for him, how hard she tried to please. a shiver ran through him and he realized that he was close. the pleasure coiled tight in his stomach. 

“fuck, honey. i’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

she hummed, mouth hot and perfect around him.

with a sharp inhale, jeongguk came—hard. his back arched slightly against the seat as pleasure ripped through him, pulsing in hot waves down his spine. he didn’t pull out; she took it all—letting him paint her throat—her mouth still working even as he shuddered above her. 

a string of quiet curses fell from his lips, pulling her up by her hair. she let him leave her mouth with a small ‘pop’, swallowing what was left in her mouth.

without a word, he leaned over and kissed her, messy and deep. tasting himself on her lips. claiming the moment. she whimpered, fingers clutching his shirt tightly before sliding up to his hair.

jeongguk stopped her before the kiss could deepen, his thumb swiping under her eyes to collect the remaining tears.

“so good for me, hm? i’ll take care of you when we get home.”

then he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and fixed his pants before starting the car again. they were almost home anyway, just a few more blocks. one of his hand rested on her leg, caressing the inside of her thigh, causing her to squirm.

“jeongguk… you’re not playing fair.”

“oh, and you were playing fair 10 minutes ago? when you were sucking me off in the middle of traffic?”

she held back a smirk at his words as his fingers crept higher up her thigh, slow and deliberate. he wasn’t rushing, enjoying his part. which was getting her all hot and bothered.

“what if a car passing by saw us, huh? actually, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

she squeezed her thighs, settling back in her seat for the remainder of the ride. the car pulled into the driveway of jeongguk’s apartment after what felt like an eternity for y/n with his fingers between her legs.

he stopped the car and unbuckled his seatbelt before doing the same for her. jeongguk got out first, rounding the car to her side and opening her door. he held a hand out for her to take.

she happily took his hand, letting him pull her toward him. he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her and started walking the way to his apartment. y/n kept rambling and giggling until they reached the elevator.

the machine hummed softly as the doors slid shut, enclosing them in dim yellow light. jeongguk didn’t hesitate, his large hand cupped y/n’s jaw firmly, tilting her face up to his as he backed her up to the wall.

he connected their lips rougher than before, his free hand sliding along her waist to pull her flush against him. his thumb pressed into the hinge of her jaw as he deepened it, teeth grazing her bottom lip for a split second.

her hands explored his chest, rubbing and sliding up and down. he groaned at her touch, breaking the kiss only to press open mouthed ones down her jaw, then along her throat. he nipped lightly at that spot below her ear that always made her shiver.

jeongguk sucked and bit down her throat, leaving as many marks as he could. silently marking her. because deep inside him, that green monster was still there somewhere.

the elevator doors finally opened, causing jeongguk to immediately pull her toward his flat. he only stopped touching her to fumble with his keys. the second they were inside, he closed the door behind them and pushed her against the door to connect their lips once more.

he groaned into the kiss, biting and sucking on her bottom lip as his tongue entered her mouth. her moans were swallowed by him.

“up.” he breathed against her mouth, tapping her thighs.

she understood, hopping to wrap her legs around his middle. he led them to the couch, not breaking the kiss. his hand slid up her dress the second her back hit the cushions.

jeongguk trailed his kisses lower, first her throat then the hollow of her collarbone. his mouth was hot and relentless. every kiss led to another bite, gentle at first but firmer when he felt her arch into him. his hands squeezed her thighs, mouth moving to her breast. he trailed wet kisses over the fabric as he pushed her dress further up her body.

he kissed the newly exposed skin of her stomach, he dragged his lips lower until his lips met the bare skin just above her stomach. he sucked a slow kiss there, climbing up inch by inch. he fully pulled her dress up, sliding it over her head.

jeongguk's lips finally reached the underside of her bra. then with deliberate slowness, he kissed upward over the swell of her breast until his mouth hovered over the fabric. his fingers slid to her back, undoing the clasp of her bra but not taking it off yet.

"pretty girl." he breathed out, taking one nipple between his teeth over the lace. one of his hands cradled the other side, thumb brushing in slow circles as he watched her reactions.

cheeks flushed, lips parted and head thrown back over the cushions, arching into him.

"don't tease... missed you all night." she mumbled.

"patience, baby."

he bit down again, just a little firmer this time, teasing with pressure. a low hum vibrated against her skin. he took off her bra, now both breasts bare. he alternated between soft kisses and gentle bites over both nipples. his hips pressed forward slightly into hers.

the rough denim of his jeans over her wet panties caused her to hiss, biting her lip. her eyes were glazed over with arousal when jeongguk met them.

"that feel good?" he murmured against her skin, rolling his hips again.

"yes, yes. so good..."

his chest tightened at her breathy approval, so sweet and eager for him. the hand on her breast slowly trailed between their bodies and touched her over her underwear, moving in small circles over her covered clit.

"you want more?"

she nodded, fingers clasping around his wrist.

"need to hear you, baby. y'know the rules."

"want your fingers, dr. jeon."

"that's my girl."

he raised his head to connect their lips again, fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties to touch her without restrictions. two fingers circled her clit, her breath hitching at the movement.

"that's it," he murmured, voice low and gravelly. "just feel me."

jeongguk kept a steady rhythm, feeling her body respond to his touch. his other hand cradled her head, tangling in her hair and tilting it just right for him.

"you're doin' so good, sweetheart." he breathed against her lips between kisses. "god, you're so fucking pretty."

he pressed one sloppy kiss to the corner of her mouth before finally, letting his fingers dip lower. they slid though her folds—soaked, warm, perfect—and jeongguk bit his lip at the sensation.

he slid two fingers in, his thumb circling her clit. he pressed down a little firmer, applying gentle pressure. she whined at the movement, nibbling at his jaw.

"there, baby?" he cooed, pumping his fingers in and out, his voice thick with desire. "good?"

she nodded feverishly, a tiny—almost breathy—sound escaping her lips. he cupped her jaw, forcing eye contact. "c'mon, open your eyes. let me see you."

she met his gaze, her eyes glassy and lashes wet. jeongguk's hard on felt painful as he stared at her. "fuck, there we go."

he kissed down her cheek, then the sensitive spot beneath her ear. he nipped there lightly before soothing with a kiss.

"you gonna come for me? make a mess on my fingers?" he asked eagerly. his fingertips stayed patient, slowly building her up.

"yes." she said breathlessly.

jeongguk smirked at her voice, how quiet and desperate it was. he kissed her forehead, then her nose and finally her mouth. he increased the movement of his fingers, a little more friction, a little faster.

"let go for me, honey."

she felt the pleasure rain over her, her back arching off the couch.

he kissed her through her orgasm, deep and slow. he swallowed every moan as y/n trembled beneath him. he didn't stop his fingers, helping her ride through her climax. "that's it. so good... so good for me." he whispered, pressing soft kisses along her jawline.

her fingers slid between them, pulling at the hem of his shirt and encouraging him to take it off.

he straightened above her, pulling the shirt over his head. her eyes followed the patch of hair traveling down his pants, licking her lips.

jeongguk noticed her eyes, his breaths coming faster. he let her hand fumble with the button of his jeans now, focusing on her face. she pulled the zipper of his pants down—metal teeth parting with a quiet zip. he pushed his pants out of the way, kissing down her throat and hands touching everywhere he could.

"wanna feel you," he groaned against her neck. "all of you." he kissed down her throat, wet kisses with a hint of teeth. each one leaving a mark. his hands moved fast, pulling his boxers down before pulling her panties to the side and entering her.

"fuck, too big." she drawled, a thin coat of sweat covered her skin, hair sticking to her forehead. jeongguk stopped for a second. his lips curled into a cocky grin.

"oh, is it too big now? you're the one who's been begging for it all night." his voice dripping with fake consideration. he didn't stop, just slowly rocked his hips forward again, giving her time to adjust while he watched every micro-expression on her face.

"you're a big girl, you can take it."

he started moving his hips deeper, feeling her stretch around him. his jaw clenched as he fought the urge to just take. he looked down at her—flushed, sweaty, lips parted in a soft fuck—and something flared in his chest.

"look at you, so pretty taking me... so damn tight." he muttered.

her brows furrowed, clawing at his arms.

jeongguk saw her face, overwhelmed, and it did nothing but turn him on a little more. "what?" he teased. "too much for you? can't handle me?" he leaned down and bit her bottom lip, his hand cradling her jaw to keep her face in place.

"open your mouth for me."

she parted her lips, closing her eyes as jeongguk spat in her mouth. she moaned, savoring the taste. he sealed her lips with another kiss, finally moving his hips properly. not fast but with more weight behind every thrust. "better?" he asked gruffly against her mouth.

she nodded, holding onto his biceps. jeongguk felt the grip on his arms, fingers digging into the hard muscle. now that she'd adjusted, he picked up the pace. he rolled his hips deeper and smoother.

she threw her head back, back arching. jeongguk leaned back to watch her with half-lidded eyes, fingers gripping her hips in a bruising grip.

"look at you. takin' my cock like you were made for it... all pretty and desperate."

he pushed two fingers inside her mouth. she moaned around them, clenching at his words.

he smirked, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple. the sight of her was delicious—lips around his fingers, spit glistening at the corners, eyes glassy with pleasure.

"you love that, hm?" his voice dropped lower. "love bein' full of me? my cock, my fingers..."

a rough chuckle escaped him as he curled his digits deeper into her mouth. his free hand pressed over her stomach.

"you feel that?" he rasped. "how deep i am? it's all mine."

his thrust started getting sloppier. "i can feel you clenching around me. you wanna come, baby?"

she nodded dumbly around his fingers.

"fuck... that's it, honey. come on my cock."

she bit down on his fingers as she came, jeongguk spilling inside her not too long after. his head fell against her shoulder, leaving small chaste kisses.

"i wonder if the smiley guy made it home."

"jeongguk."

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It had become impossible to avoid.

Not that she had tried particularly hard.

Standing in front of her dorm mirror, y/n tilted her head slightly and studied her reflection for what was probably the tenth time that evening.

The costume had looked different online.

Not worse.

Just... less intimidating.

Black feathered wings extended from her back, shifting whenever she moved. The dark corset hugged her waist tightly, intricate lace detailing visible under the warm dorm lighting. Black stockings disappeared beneath delicate garter straps, and a fuzzy black halo sat above her dark hair.

The entire thing was dramatic.

A little excessive.

Exactly the kind of thing she would normally roll her eyes at.

Yet somehow she'd spent nearly an hour making sure every detail looked right.

She adjusted one of the straps before stepping back again.

The black wings framed her silhouette against the mirror.

For some reason, when she'd been scrolling through costume ideas weeks ago, this had been the one that stood out.

Not the angels dressed in white. Not the fairies. Not the princesses.

This one. The darker version.

At the time she hadn't thought much of it. Now she wasn't entirely sure why she was thinking about it at all.

Her phone buzzed across the desk. The screen lit up.

Taehyung: Outside :)

A smile immediately tugged at her lips.

That, at least, was simple.

Over the past month, spending time with Taehyung had become one of the easiest parts of her routine. There were no mixed signals with him. No confusing conversations that kept her awake at night replaying every sentence.

He was straightforward.

Comfortable.

Safe.

Which should have made things easier.

Instead, her thoughts had somehow become more complicated.

With a groan, she grabbed her purse and headed downstairs before she could start overthinking again.

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Taehyung was leaning against the stone wall outside the dorm entrance when she stepped outside. One foot was propped against the wall, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket as he absentmindedly scrolled through something on his phone.

At the sound of the dorm door opening, he looked up.

And immediately forgot whatever he had been doing.

Y/n slowed her steps as she approached him, trying—and failing—not to smile when she caught the expression on his face. His eyes traveled from the black halo perched above her head to the feathered wings extending from her back. For a moment, he simply stared.

His eyebrows shot up.

"Wow."

A laugh escaped her before she could stop it.

"That's your opening line?"

"No, hold on."

He held up a finger, as if she needed to give him another chance.

"I had something cooler planned."

"Sure you did."

"I did."

"What was it?"

Taehyung stared at her for a second before his shoulders sagged dramatically.

"I forgot."

Y/n laughed again, shaking her head.

"There it is."

"Listen," he said, pointing at her accusingly, "I got distracted."

His gaze flickered toward the wings again before returning to her face.

"Clearly."

The corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Do you have any idea how unfair those things are?"

"The wings?"

"Nah, the garters and those laces."

Y/n glanced down, her slight bending over caused the black feathers to shift slightly.

"What about them?"

"They make it impossible to focus."

She rolled her eyes immediately. "That was terrible."

"No, see, that's the line I should've opened with."

"That somehow made it worse."

"It definitely didn't." he chuckled as she giggled.

"It definitely did."

Taehyung laughed, falling into step beside her as they started walking away from the dorm building. The campus was alive around them, students in costumes crossing the pathways and gathering in groups as they all headed toward the same destination.

For a few minutes, everything felt easy.

There was no tension. No overthinking. No trying to decode hidden meanings buried inside conversations.

Just Taehyung's terrible, cheesy attempts at flirting and her pretending they weren't working.

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The fraternity house sat near the edge of campus, tucked between rows of older student housing. They could already hear the music before the building even came into view. Bass vibrated faintly beneath their feet as they walked up the street, growing louder with every step.

By the time they reached the front lawn, the party was already in full swing.

Students crowded every available space, costumes blending together beneath strings of orange lights hanging from the porch roof. Someone dressed as a vampire was arguing passionately with a cowboy over something neither of them seemed sober enough to remember. A group of pirates posed for pictures near the front steps while two girls dressed as angels struggled to keep their halos from falling off. Laughter drifted through the cold autumn air, mixing with the music pouring from the open windows.

Y/n paused for a second near the entrance, taking in the scene. Halloween always felt slightly ridiculous to her, but there was something fun about seeing hundreds of college students collectively decide to embarrass themselves for one night.

Taehyung glanced at her.

"What?"

She pointed toward a guy dressed as Shrek chasing somebody dressed as Batman across the lawn.

"I think we've arrived at the peak of human civilization."

Taehyung followed her gaze.

A beat passed.

"Honestly? I think Shrek's winning."

Y/n laughed as he pulled the front door open for her.

The second they stepped inside, the noise doubled.

Music thundered through the walls, conversations overlapping from every direction. Colored lights flashed across crowded rooms while students danced shoulder-to-shoulder in the living room. The scent of alcohol lingered heavily in the air, mixed with perfume, sweat, and whatever mystery drink somebody had spilled near the staircase.

For a brief moment, the sheer amount of people made the house feel smaller than it actually was.

Instinctively, Taehyung's hand found the small of her back as he guided her through the crowd. It wasn't possessive. Just enough to keep them from getting separated whenever someone stumbled between them.

"Drink?" he asked, leaning slightly closer so she could hear him over the music.

Y/n looked around the packed room before grinning.

"Absolutely."

Taehyung grinned and immediately grabbed her wrist before she could change her mind.

The kitchen was somehow even more crowded than the rest of the house. Students squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder around the counters, red cups scattered across every available surface. Someone was attempting to make cocktails with ingredients that definitely shouldn't have been mixed together, while another guy passionately explained the lore of his pirate costume to a group that clearly wasn't listening.

Y/n accepted whatever drink Taehyung handed her without asking too many questions.

The first sip burned.

The second was significantly better.

By the time they had found their way back into the main room, she was already laughing.

"What's funny?"

"You didn't even know what was in that."

Taehyung looked down at his own cup.

"That's because life's more exciting this way."

"That's how people end up in hospitals."

"Or in great stories."

"You're impossible."

"Yet you're still here."

Unfortunately, he had a point.

The night settled into an easy rhythm after that. Conversations blended together, music shook the walls, and the crowded house somehow felt less overwhelming with every drink. Every room seemed to hold a different version of the party. The kitchen was loud, the living room was packed with dancers, and the backyard had become occupied by students trying to convince themselves that standing around a fire pit counted as socializing.

For once, y/n stopped thinking so much.

She stopped analyzing.

Stopped wondering what certain conversations meant.

Stopped replaying old moments in her head.

She simply enjoyed herself.

By the time her second drink became a third, a pleasant warmth had settled beneath her skin. Nothing dramatic. Just enough to soften the edges of everything around her.

The music sounded better.

The jokes seemed funnier.

Even Hoseok's commitment to his bus driver costume had somehow become entertaining.

At one point she caught him attempting to direct drunk students through the hallway using a plastic steering wheel.

Nobody listened.

That didn't stop him from trying.

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Eventually, Taehyung pulled her toward the dance floor. She barely had time to protest before he was already guiding her through the crowd.

"You planned this."

"What?"

"You got me drinks so I'd agree to dance."

Taehyung looked genuinely offended.

"I would never."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. He lasted approximately three seconds.

"Okay, maybe a little."

"I knew it."

"I regret nothing."

The music shifted as they reached the center of the room. Not quite slow, but slower than before. The kind of song that encouraged people to move closer together without fully committing to it.

Taehyung's hands settled lightly at her waist.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Around them, people continued dancing, shouting, laughing and singing along to lyrics they barely knew. Colored lights flashed across the room, casting brief streaks of red, blue, and purple over everyone's faces.

For a moment, the crowd seemed to disappear.

"Having fun?" Taehyung whispered into her ear.

Y/n nodded. "Yeah."

His smile softened. "Good."

There was something comforting about him.

Something easy.

And maybe that was why she noticed the shift immediately. Because her attention wasn't supposed to drift. Yet somehow it did.

Her gaze wandered across the room.

And landed on Jeongguk.

Of course it did.

He was standing near the kitchen entrance with Hoseok and Hwan. Or rather, Hoseok was standing. Hwan was sitting on the counter. 

And Jeongguk looked like he had decided Halloween costumes were beneath him.

Black shirt. Dark jeans.

No costume whatsoever.

Typical.

From this distance she couldn't hear what they were talking about, but Hoseok appeared to be enthusiastically explaining something while using his toy steering wheel as a visual aid. Hwan looked seconds away from deleting himself from the conversation entirely.

Jeongguk, meanwhile, wasn't paying attention to either of them.

His gaze was already fixed elsewhere.

On her.

The realization hit almost instantly.

And annoyingly, so did the flutter in her stomach.

For a brief second, neither of them looked away.

Then Jeongguk lifted his drink, took a sip, and shifted his attention elsewhere with frustrating ease.

As if he hadn't been staring.

As if she'd imagined the entire thing.

Y/n immediately looked away too.

Beside her, Taehyung noticed the change.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Hm."

"Don't."

His grin appeared immediately. "I didn't even say anything."

"You were about to."

"I was."

"Exactly."

Thankfully, he let it go.

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Across the room, Hoseok followed Jeongguk's line of sight. Then sighed dramatically. "Oh my God."

Jeongguk didn't even look at him. "What?"

"You are unbelievable."

Hwan glanced up from his phone. "What happened now?"

Hoseok pointed toward the dance floor with the plastic steering wheel. "I thought you said you didn't care."

Immediately, Jeongguk knew where this conversation was headed.

"I don't."

"Right."

"I don't."

"You've been watching them for the last ten minutes."

Jeongguk took a drink. "People watch things."

"Not for ten minutes."

"I haven't—"

"You absolutely have."

"Mind your business." He rolled his eyes.

Hwan snorted. Hoseok looked delighted.

"See? That's exactly what a guilty person would say."

Jeongguk briefly considered whether punching a man dressed as a bus driver would be socially acceptable.

The conversation eventually dissolved beneath the next song.

Hoseok wandered off after spotting somebody dressed as a traffic cone and insisting they were "professional colleagues." Hwan disappeared somewhere with his phone still glued to his hand, while Jeongguk remained near the kitchen, drink in hand, pretending not to be annoyed by the bus driver costume that had somehow become the highlight of the night.

Meanwhile, y/n found herself pulled back toward the dance floor.

The music had shifted again, louder this time. Familiar enough that half the room immediately started singing along despite barely knowing the lyrics. 

Taehyung grabbed her hand and spun her beneath his arm.

Y/n let out a surprised laugh. "Show off."

"That wasn't even impressive."

"You almost dropped me."

"I absolutely did not."

"You absolutely did."

Their argument dissolved into laughter before either could win. The alcohol sitting pleasantly in her system made everything seem a little funnier than usual. Around them, the party continued in full force. Somebody was standing on a coffee table. Somebody else had somehow acquired a fake sword. Across the room, Hoseok was still attempting to direct imaginary traffic.

The song ended, immediately replaced by another one. Taehyung leaned closer so she could hear him over the music.

"I need another drink."

"You say that like you're asking permission."

"I am."

"Denied."

"You're mean."

"Correct."

He placed a hand over his heart dramatically. "I thought we had something special."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Go get your drink."

"I'll be back."

"That sounded threatening."

"It was." With one final grin, he disappeared into the crowd.

Y/n shook her head and headed toward the kitchen herself.

Finding drinks had become significantly harder now that the house was even more crowded. She squeezed past a guy dressed as a zombie and narrowly avoided getting hit by somebody's angel wings before finally reaching the counter.

Her fingers closed around the neck of a bottle.

At the exact same moment, another hand did too. Y/n sighed before she even looked up. "Seriously?"

A familiar smirk greeted her.

Jeongguk. Of course.

"Pretty sure I touched it first," she said.

"Pretty sure you didn't."

"I did."

"You didn't." For a second neither of them moved.

Then, surprisingly, Jeongguk released the bottle. "Go ahead."

Y/n narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You're surrendering way too easily."

"I'm feeling generous."

"That's terrifying."

The corner of his mouth lifted. "That's fair."

She poured herself a drink while he leaned against the counter beside her. Around them, students continued moving through the kitchen in chaotic waves. Somebody had started singing loudly from another room. Someone else immediately told them to stop.

Neither y/n nor Jeongguk spoke for a moment.

It wasn't awkward.

Strangely enough, it never really was.

Eventually his gaze drifted toward the wings attached to her back. "Those look annoying."

Y/n followed his line of sight. "The wings?" A strange sense of déjà vu washed over her.

"Yeah."

"They're not."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're lying."

"I'm not."

"You adjusted them at least ten times tonight."

Y/n froze. Slowly, she turned toward him. "Have you been counting?"

A lazy smirk appeared on his face. "Maybe."

"That's weird."

"You noticed."

"That doesn't make it less weird."

His eyes briefly moved over the black feathers before returning to her face. The smirk never left. Something about the look made her stomach do that annoying thing again. The thing she had been trying not to think about for weeks.

Thankfully, somebody slammed into Jeongguk's shoulder while passing through the kitchen, breaking the moment. "Jesus," the guy muttered before continuing on. Jeongguk barely reacted. Y/n took a sip of her drink. When she looked back up, he was already watching her again. Not saying anything. Just watching. Like he had been doing for weeks. The realization sat somewhere beneath her ribs.

Dangerously.

Because lately, she had started watching back. Neither of them looked away this time. Not immediately anyway. Not until a familiar voice suddenly appeared between them.

"There you are." Jae materialized out of nowhere, looking far too pleased with himself.

Y/n nearly spilled her drink. "Jesus Christ."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"It usually is."

Jeongguk visibly sighed. "What do you want?"

Jae ignored him completely. "Everybody's upstairs."

Y/n frowned. "Why?"

"You'll see."

"That's not reassuring."

"It isn't supposed to be."

Something about the grin on his face immediately made her suspicious. Around them, the party continued completely unaware. The music still played. People still danced. Halloween carried on as if nothing was about to change.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, Jae's grin usually meant trouble.

And tonight was no exception.

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The room Jae led them to was one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

Compared to the rest of the house, it was surprisingly quiet. The music still vibrated faintly through the walls, but it sounded distant here, muffled beneath layers of conversation and bass. Jae shut the door behind the last person and immediately walked toward the desk pushed against the far wall.

"Why do I feel like we're about to commit a crime?" Hoseok asked as he dropped onto the edge of the bed.

"Because you're dramatic," Jae replied, just as Hoseok added, "Because you're shady."

"Also true—" Hwan added from where he was leaning against the wall. "Wait— why Hoseok the bus driver all of a sudden, bruh?" As he added and made the whole room laugh.

Jae ignored all of them.

Y/n drifted toward the window, still holding her drink. The alcohol sat pleasantly in her system now, leaving her warm and relaxed. Across the room, Jeongguk had already claimed a spot near the dresser. His arms were folded across his chest, and he looked about as enthusiastic as someone attending a mandatory lecture.

"Whatever you're doing," he said, "I already don't like it."

"Relax."

"That's exactly what people say before things go horribly wrong."

A grin spread across Jae's face. "You're all..." he made a circle with both of his palms down, covering everyone in the room and continuing with: "so negative."

Then he emptied the contents of several small bags onto the desk.

The room grew noticeably quieter. Even Hoseok stopped talking.

Different pills scattered across the wooden surface in small colorful clusters. Yoongi's expression flattened immediately. "What the hell is that?" he asked.

"Party favors."

"No."

"Yes."

"Absolutely not."

Jae rolled his eyes. "You guys are acting like I brought a bomb."

"Depends what's in those," Hwan muttered.

For the first time, Jae's grin faltered. Only slightly. But Jeongguk noticed. Of course he did.

"Jae." Jeongguk called him with suspicion.

"What?"

"What are they?"

The question hung in the room for a moment.

"Most of them are just the usual stuff."

Most.

The word barely registered for anyone else. Not for Jeongguk. His eyes narrowed.

Meanwhile, y/n's attention remained fixed on the desk. Her thoughts felt slower than usual. The alcohol wasn't helping. Neither was the fact that her brain had spent the entire night bouncing between Taehyung and Jeongguk.

One represented comfort. The other represented a headache she kept voluntarily giving herself.

"What are those?" she asked.

Jae glanced toward her. "Mostly ecstasy."

Mostly.

Again.

Nobody seemed to react.

Without thinking too hard about it, y/n reached forward, grabbed one of the pills, and swallowed it with the last sip of her drink. Conversation resumed almost immediately afterward. Hoseok started interrogating Jae about where he'd gotten them. Jae refused to answer. Yoongi looked increasingly annoyed. Jeongguk looked increasingly suspicious.

For a little while, everything seemed normal.

At first, y/n thought she was simply drunk. The room felt warmer than before. Her cheeks flushed. The music coming through the walls seemed louder somehow, each beat vibrating beneath her skin. She loosened the strap of one wing and shifted against the wall.

Maybe she needed water. Or perhaps she needed air.

The bass thumped again. And suddenly it felt like she could see it. Not hear it. See it.

Like invisible ripples moving through the room.

Her brows furrowed. She blinked. The sensation disappeared. Then returned a few seconds later. Stronger.

Across the room, Hoseok was laughing at something Jae had said. Or maybe he wasn't. The sound started reaching her a second too late. Like watching a badly dubbed movie.

Y/n frowned. The distance between people seemed strange. The room seemed larger. The walls farther away. She stared at the floorboards beneath her feet. For a moment they looked like they were shifting. As if they were breathing. A chill crawled down her spine.

Jeongguk stopped listening to the conversation. Something wasn't right. At first he'd assumed y/n was just tipsy. Everyone had been drinking. But she'd gone unusually quiet. And y/n wasn't staring at the floor because she was drunk. She was staring at it like she couldn't understand what she was looking at. His attention fixed on her completely.

One of the black wings had slipped awkwardly behind her shoulder. She hadn't noticed.

"Y/n."

No response.

Hoseok looked up. "What?"

Jeongguk ignored him. "Y/n."

Slowly, she lifted her head. Something cold settled in his stomach. Her pupils looked wrong. Way too large. Her expression was confused. Disconnected. Like she wasn't fully there anymore. Every instinct in his body immediately went on alert.

"What did she take?"

The room fell silent. Jae frowned. "What?"

Jeongguk took a step forward. "What did she take?" His voice had changed. The humor was gone. Everyone noticed.

Jae glanced toward the desk. "Uh, one of the pills, I guess."

Jeongguk crossed the room. He grabbed one of the little plastic bags from the desk and turned it over.

Read it.

Read it again.

His jaw tightened instantly as he read the small letters on the white pill. "What the fuck is this?"

The grin vanished from Jae's face. "Jeongguk—"

"What the fuck is this?"

The room had gone completely still now. Even Hoseok looked concerned.

Jae rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not a big deal."

The look Jeongguk gave him could've killed someone. "Not a big deal?"

"Nobody was supposed to take those."

Wrong answer. Very wrong answer.

For a second nobody moved. Then Jeongguk laughed. A short, humorless sound. "Nobody was supposed to take 'em?"

Jae immediately realized he'd messed up. "Listen—"

"No, you listen."

The room suddenly felt much smaller.

"You brought acid into a house packed with drunk college students and your plan was just hoping nobody touched it?"

"How was I supposed to know she'd take one?"

The second the words left his mouth, Hoseok physically winced. Everyone knew it was over. Jeongguk shoved him. Hard. Jae stumbled backward into the desk.

"Are you serious right now?" Jeongguk's gaze darkened.

"What? It's not like I forced her—" The punch landed before he could finish. Jae crashed into the edge of the desk. Pills scattered everywhere. The room erupted.

"Jesus Christ!" Hoseok shouted.

Hwan immediately grabbed Jeongguk's arm. "Are you insane?"

"Get off me."

"No."

Jae lunged forward again. Yoongi intercepted him immediately as he said "Enough."

"Tell him that!"

"I'm trying!"

For a moment it looked like the entire room might explode.

Meanwhile, in the corner, y/n had somehow ended up sitting on the edge of the bed. A thin line of blood ran down from her forehead, disappearing past her eyebrow. She didn't seem to notice it. The shouting sounded distant now. Muffled. Like everyone was underwater. The room was breathing again. The shadows were moving. Nothing made sense. And for the first time that night, fear started creeping in.

That was when Jeongguk saw her. Really saw her. He was confused to see the blood dripping as a line over her face. The fight stopped mattering immediately. His gaze locked onto the blood first. Then, he stared at the confusion on her face. The way she was trembling. The way she looked completely lost. Every ounce of anger redirected itself.

Not at her.

At the situation.

At Jae.

At himself  for not noticing sooner.

"Move." he said.

The room went quiet. Nobody argued. Not even Jae. Jeongguk stepped around them and crouched in front of her. His voice softened instantly. "Hey."

Y/n looked up. Slowly. Her eyes struggled to focus on him. "Look at me."

She did.

And for the first time all night, genuine concern broke through his usual composure. The kind he spent most of his life pretending didn't exist.

"Alright." His voice was lower now. Steadier. The kind of voice you use with frightened animals. Or frightened people. "Just keep looking at me." Y/n's eyes struggled to stay focused. For a second, he wasn't sure she could even see him. 

"You're okay." The lie came easily. Because right now she wasn't okay. Not even close. But she needed somebody to believe it. So he would.

"You're okay," he repeated. And this time, she nodded. Just slightly. As if she believed him. That was enough.

Jeongguk slowly stood up. The room seemed to hold its breath with him. A few minutes ago, everyone had been shouting over each other. Now nobody looked particularly interested in speaking. His gaze landed on Jae first. The bruise forming along his jaw was beginning to darken. He felt a slight relief as he examined the bruising on his face but no one else could see that slightly relieved side of him.

"How many?" Jeongguk asked.

Jae frowned. "What?"

"The pills."

"What about them?"

Jeongguk's expression didn't change. "How many were mixed in?"

For the first time that night, Jae looked genuinely uncomfortable. "I don't know."

"Try again."

A tense silence followed. Jae rubbed the back of his neck before finally speaking. "There weren't many."

"That's not a number."

"They got mixed together."

Jeongguk closed his eyes briefly. That wasn't the answer he wanted. Of course they got mixed together. Because apparently common sense had abandoned the building hours ago.

"Fantastic."

"Look, man—"

"No."

His voice wasn't loud. That somehow made it worse.

Jae stopped talking immediately.

"Not another word."

Nobody in the room moved.

Jeongguk dragged a hand down his face before looking toward y/n again. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed. Still staring. Still bleeding. The thin line of blood had reached her cheek now, and she still didn't seem aware of it. Something twisted uncomfortably in his chest.

"How bad is it?" Hoseok asked quietly.

For once, there wasn't a joke attached to the question.

Jeongguk glanced toward him. "I don't know yet."

That answer didn't make anyone feel better.

"Tae?" The voice was barely above a whisper. Everyone looked toward the bed. Y/n had finally lifted her head. Her eyes were unfocused. Lost.

"Tae?"

Jeongguk froze.

For a second, nobody said anything. Because Taehyung wasn't there. She wasn't looking around the room for him either. She was looking directly at Jeongguk.

The realization settled heavily over everyone present.

Y/n frowned slightly, as if she couldn't understand why nobody was answering her. "Taehyung?" she repeated.

Jeongguk swallowed. Something about it felt worse than it should have. Maybe because she looked scared. Maybe because she genuinely thought he was somebody else. Maybe because part of him hated how much that bothered him.

He shoved the thought aside immediately.

There were bigger problems.

"She's leaving."

The statement cut cleanly through the silence. Jae opened his mouth. Jeongguk didn't even look at him. "Don't."

The warning was enough. Jae closed it again.

"Jeongguk—" Hoseok started.

"She's leaving."

Nobody argued. Not because they necessarily agreed, but because they knew that tone. The discussion was over before it had begun.

Jeongguk crouched beside the bed again. "Hey."

Y/n blinked slowly. Her gaze drifted toward him—or through him. It was hard to tell. "We're gonna get out of here, okay?"

The room seemed to stretch around her. The walls looked farther away now. The shadows moved strangely along the corners. She didn't like it. Nothing looked right anymore. Not the lights. Not the people. Not the room. A tremor ran through her hands.

Immediately, Jeongguk noticed. "Look at me."

Her eyes found his again. Somehow. Somewhere inside all the confusion.

"Good." His voice remained steady. Grounding. Solid. "Can you stand?"

A pause.

"Maybe."

The answer sounded uncertain even to her.

Jeongguk sighed. "Yeah. That's what I thought."

The moment she tried to stand, her knees nearly buckled beneath her. Hoseok cursed under his breath.

Jeongguk caught her before she hit the floor. One hand landed against her back while the other steadied her arm. The black wings shifted awkwardly behind her. For a second, she leaned almost her entire weight against him.

"Told you."

"I can walk."

"You almost collapsed."

"I didn't."

"You literally did."

Y/n frowned. Maybe she had. The memory already felt slippery somehow. Like trying to hold water in her hands. 

The hallway outside felt worse.

Much worse.

The music wasn't music anymore. It was noise. Too loud. Too many layers. Too many sounds crashing into each other. Orange lights blurred together overhead. The Halloween decorations hanging from the ceiling seemed wrong somehow. One of the fake ghosts swayed gently in the air.

Y/n stared at it. For a terrifying second, she thought it blinked. Her breath caught.

The hallway suddenly seemed much longer than before. People passed them wearing masks and costumes. Faces stretched. Features shifted. Nothing stayed still.

"Tae." The whisper slipped out before she could stop it.

Jeongguk's grip tightened slightly. Not enough for her to notice. Enough for him to. 

"Keep walking." His voice stayed calm. Steady. As if he hadn't heard it.

By the time they reached the stairs, y/n was shaking.

The cold night air visible through the front windows suddenly felt impossibly far away. Every step felt wrong. The floor tilted beneath her feet. The crowd pressed too close. The music hurt. Everything hurt.

She stopped walking. "I can't."

"Yeah," Jeongguk muttered. "I figured."

Without another word, he adjusted his grip and guided her toward the exit. The party continued around them. Nobody noticed. Or maybe they did. Nobody stopped them.

For the first time all night, Jeongguk was grateful for that.

Because right now he had exactly one priority.

And it wasn't the party.

It wasn't Jae.

It wasn't the fight.

It was getting y/n out of that house before things got worse.

And judging by the way she kept staring at things that weren't there—

They absolutely could.

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The cold air outside hit her immediately. After hours spent inside the fraternity house, surrounded by pounding music and hundreds of voices blending together, the sudden quiet felt almost violent. The bass still vibrated faintly through the walls behind them, but each step away from the house seemed to muffle it further. Y/n wrapped her arms around herself instinctively. The campus lights stretched across the pavement ahead, their reflections bleeding into each other in ways that made her stomach turn. Nothing looked quite right anymore. The trees lining the sidewalk seemed taller than before. The shadows beneath them shifted strangely whenever she looked directly at them. Even the stars overhead appeared too bright, scattered across the sky like someone had spilled glitter over black fabric.

Jeongguk stayed close enough to catch her if she stumbled again. At first he told himself it was practical. She could barely walk in a straight line. Her pupils were blown so wide they barely left room for color. There was still dried blood near her eyebrow from wherever she'd managed to hit her head during the chaos upstairs. Practical. That's what this was. But every few seconds his eyes drifted back to her anyway, checking whether she was still steady, still breathing normally, still present. Every time he looked, she seemed further away.

Y/n slowed suddenly. The movement forced him to stop too. She stared toward a row of trees near the edge of the path, her brows pulling together in confusion.

"What?"

For a few seconds she didn't answer. "The trees are moving."

Jeongguk followed her gaze. "They're trees."

"No." Her voice came out small. Uncertain. "They're watching."

The fear underneath the words made something twist unpleasantly in his chest. She wasn't joking. She wasn't being dramatic. She genuinely believed it. For the first time that night, the full reality of the situation settled over him. Until now, everything had happened too quickly. The pills. The fight. The shouting. The blood on her forehead. But standing here beneath the streetlights, watching her stare at empty shadows with genuine fear in her eyes, he finally saw exactly what Jae's stupidity had done.

"Come on." His voice softened without him meaning it to. "We're almost there."

Y/n nodded, though the motion looked delayed somehow, like her body needed extra time to process instructions. They continued walking. Or at least they tried to. Every few steps she drifted sideways. Every few seconds she looked distracted by something he couldn't see. By the time they reached the center of campus, her movements had become noticeably worse. She stumbled over absolutely nothing, caught herself, took two more steps, then nearly collapsed entirely.

Jeongguk caught her before she hit the pavement.

His hand landed firmly against her waist while his other arm steadied her shoulders. For a second she simply stood there leaning against him, breathing unevenly as if trying to remember how standing worked.

"Taehyung." The name left her lips so naturally it almost sounded automatic.

Jeongguk closed his eyes briefly.

Of course. When he looked down again, she was already staring at him with the same unfocused expression. "You promised."

His stomach tightened. "What?"

"You said you wouldn't leave."

The words were slurred slightly. Soft. Honest in a way she would probably never be while sober.

For a moment he couldn't answer. Then, before he could stop himself, he said, "I'm not leaving."

The response seemed to settle something inside her. Her shoulders relaxed slightly. The tension in her expression eased.

Three steps later her knees gave out again.

This time he didn't bother arguing.

Without warning, he slipped one arm beneath her knees and lifted her. Y/n let out a surprised noise as the world shifted around her. The black wings attached to her costume rustled awkwardly against his arm before settling behind her. For a few seconds she blinked up at him in confusion. Then her head slowly tipped sideways until it came to rest against his shoulder.

The fight left her all at once.

The stubbornness.

The determination.

The effort she'd been putting into walking.

Gone.

"Much better," she mumbled.

Despite everything, a short laugh escaped him. "Glad you approve."

The rest of the walk passed quietly. Every now and then she would point at something that wasn't there or ask questions that made no sense. Once she became convinced the moon was following them. Another time she stared at a lamp post for nearly thirty seconds before asking whether it was always that tall. Jeongguk answered every question anyway. Not because the answers mattered. Because talking seemed to calm her down.

By the time they reached the dorm building, she looked exhausted.

The lobby lights immediately made her bury her face against his shoulder. "Too bright."

Jeongguk adjusted his hold slightly. "Yeah. I noticed."

The elevator ride felt endless. The hallway felt even longer. Every time he thought she'd fallen asleep, she would mumble something incoherent against his shoulder and immediately prove him wrong. Eventually they reached her room. He pushed the door open carefully and stepped inside.

The room was dark and quiet. For some reason, the change in her expression was immediate. Relief. Real relief. Like she'd finally reached somewhere safe.

Jeongguk lowered her onto the edge of the bed as gently as he could. The bunny plushie sitting near her pillow immediately toppled into her lap. Y/n stared at it for a second before hugging it against her chest.

A small smile appeared on her face. The first genuine smile he'd seen from her all night.

Something about it hit harder than it should have.

The bathroom light flickered on a few minutes later.

Y/n sat on the closed toilet lid while Jeongguk searched through drawers for anything remotely useful. The amount of skincare products he found was genuinely alarming. Every cabinet seemed to contain another bottle.

"Why do you own, like, seventeen moisturizers?"

Y/n looked up slowly. "They do different things."

"No, they don't."

"They do."

"They absolutely don't."

She frowned at him like he'd personally insulted her family. The expression was so serious that he almost laughed. Almost.

Then he noticed the blood again. Up close, the injury looked worse. Much worse.

The cut had hidden beneath strands of hair earlier, but now he could see the swelling around it. Blood had dried near her eyebrow and tangled itself into loose strands along her hairline. Whatever she'd hit, she'd hit it hard.

The moment antiseptic touched the wound, she hissed. "Ow."

"I know."

"That really hurts."

"I know."

"It hurts a lot."

"I know, baby."

She narrowed her eyes. "You keep saying that."

Jeongguk paused. "What am I supposed to say?"

"I don't know." Her gaze drifted toward the ceiling as she thought about it. "Something nicer."

For some reason, that made him look away. Because the request sounded ridiculous. And because it didn't. 

"Sorry."

"There you go." A tiny smile appeared again. Like she'd won something.

The conversation faded after that. The bathroom became quieter. The only sounds came from running water, the rustle of packaging, and the occasional complaint whenever he cleaned around the injury. Despite her constant protests, she never pulled away. Eventually the cut was properly cleaned and bandaged. The bleeding had stopped. The swelling remained, but at least it looked under control now.

The makeup took even longer.

Glitter clung stubbornly to her skin. Black eyeliner had smudged beneath her eyes. The dramatic Halloween makeup she'd spent hours applying had become a complete disaster by the end of the night. Every time he thought he'd removed all of it, another streak appeared.

Y/n watched him through half-lidded eyes the entire time.

At some point she became unusually quiet. The kind of quiet that made him glance up.

"You look tired."

Jeongguk snorted. "Funny."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

"No." Her gaze remained fixed on him.

Soft. Unfocused. Honest.

"You look sad." The words landed unexpectedly.

His hand stopped moving for half a second before continuing again. "I'm not sad."

She hummed softly. The same hum she'd used a hundred times before whenever she thought someone was lying. Neither of them mentioned it again.

Eventually he managed to get her cleaned up, changed into pajamas, and settled beneath the blankets. The oversized shirt practically swallowed her whole. Her damp hair spread across the pillow. The bunny plushie remained tucked securely against her chest.

For the first time all night, she looked peaceful.

The hallucinations seemed weaker now. The fear had faded. Exhaustion was finally winning.

Jeongguk pulled the blanket higher over her shoulders.

He should have left then.

Instead, her fingers wrapped around his wrist. The touch stopped him immediately. "Taehyung?"

His jaw tightened. "Yeah?"

Y/n's eyes were already drifting shut. "I was scared."

The admission came so quietly he almost missed it. No defensiveness. No sarcasm. No walls. Just honesty.

For a moment he couldn't say anything. Because she sounded so small. So vulnerable. So unlike herself. "I know."

Her grip loosened slightly. "You stayed." Not a question. A statement.

Something she fully believed. Something that somehow hurt more than if she'd asked. Because she wasn't talking about him.

Not really.

And yet he was still the one sitting there. The one who carried her home. The one who cleaned the blood from her face. The one who promised not to leave.

"Get some sleep." His voice came out quieter than intended.

Y/n nodded slightly. Within minutes her breathing began to even out. The tension left her shoulders. Her grip disappeared completely. She fell asleep. Really asleep.

And still he stayed.

The chair beside her bed became his place for the next few hours. The campus gradually quieted outside. Halloween parties ended. Music disappeared. Voices faded. Every now and then he glanced toward her just to make sure she was still sleeping peacefully. Still breathing normally. Still okay.

No one would ever know.

Not Hoseok.

Not Jae.

Not Taehyung.

Especially not her.

Eventually, sometime before sunrise, Jeongguk finally stood. The room remained completely still. Y/n didn't stir. Didn't wake. Didn't move. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, taking in the bandage on her forehead, the plushie in her arms, and the black wings draped over the desk chair across the room.

Then he grabbed his jacket. Crossed the room. Took a last glance at the sleeping figure and quietly slipped out the door.

By morning, the only evidence he'd ever been there would be a clean face, a bandaged forehead, and a memory that belonged to somebody else.

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

☆ ──꒰✉️꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ writer's note 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ::

there's actually a hilarious reference regarding hoseok's costume... i wanted to share it with y'all.

anyways, that's all i wanted to add. hope you enjoyed this long ahh chapter (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Her heart reacted before her brain did, which she hated.

She pulled the phone out just to see that it wasn't him.

A small, ridiculous flicker of disappointment settled in her chest. She exhaled through her nose and slid into an empty seat near the window, spreading her notes out in front of her.

A chair scraped softly against the floor across from her.

"Studying already?" A familiar voice whispered.

Her head snapped up instantly. Taehyung stood there, one hand resting lazily on the back of the chair, expression calm as ever. "Oh— yeah," she said, trying to sound unaffected. "Tryna."

He sat down without asking, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You look more peaceful here." She blinked. "More peaceful?"

"Less overwhelmed," he clarified, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Her fingers paused over her notebook. "I was actually gonna ask you something," he continued. She raised an eyebrow. "That sounds serious."

"It's not." He leaned back slightly. "There's a game tonight. You goin'?"

"Basketball?"

He nodded once. "Thought I might check it out." A pause. "Figured I could steal you for a couple hours. Unless you've already got plans."

The way he said it — casual, giving her room to refuse — made it impossible to say no.

"I don't," she admitted.

His smile deepened just a fraction. "Good."

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The gymnasium was packed by the time they arrived.

School colors flooded the bleachers, the air buzzing with excitement and anticipation. The sound of sneakers squeaking against polished floors echoed through the space as the teams warmed up.

Taehyung walked beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed occasionally in the crowd. His hand hovered at the small of her back as they climbed the steps, steadying her without making a show of it.

They found seats halfway up the bleachers. The lights dimmed slightly as the starting lineup was announced.

And then—

Jeongguk ran onto the court.

The crowd roared.

He looked different under the florescent lights. Sharper. Focused. Every movement precise.

The whistle blew, and the court exploded into motion.

Sneakers screeched against polished wood as players collided and broke apart in quick, calculated bursts. The ball snapped from hand to hand, the sound echoing sharply through the gym. The crowd surged with every possession, voices rising and falling like a living thing.

Jeongguk moved like he owned the court.

He cut between defenders with sudden shifts of direction, shoulders dipping, body low and controlled. A quick fake to the left — the defender bit. He spun right, accelerating past him before anyone could recover. Sweat clung to his temple, jaw set tight, eyes locked on the rim.

He didn't look reckless. He looked deliberate.

Like every step had already been decided seconds before it happened.

The ball hit the floor once.

Twice.

He drove forward, leapt —

And the net snapped sharply as the stands shook with cheers. Mid-play, his eyes flicked toward the seats.

The crowd erupted, a wave of noise crashing all over the gym.

Taehyung clapped beside her — steady, composed. "He's good," he remarked, almost thoughtfully, like he was evaluating a performance rather than witnessing a statement.

Y/n barely heard him. Her eyes were still fixed on the court.

Jeongguk hadn't celebrated. No grin. No high-fives. He stood there for a second longer than necessary, chest rising and falling, gaze locked onto the seats.

Locked onto her.

Not the section.

Not the score.

Her.

It didn't feel accidental. It felt personal. Like the shot hadn't just been for the scoreboard.

Taehyung shifted slightly in his seat, leaning back with effortless ease. "Guess he likes an audience," he added lightly.

Y/n's throat tightened.

Because Jeongguk wasn't looking at the audience.

He was looking at her.

The game rolled on, the rhythm of play swallowing the moment whole. Possession changed hands, points stacking slowly on both sides as the tension in the gym thickened with every passing minute.

The momentum shifted midway through the fourth quarter.

Jeongguk drove hard toward the basket, cutting past one defender and then another, shoulders squared and movements precise. He went up for the layup and felt the contact immediately — sharp and unmistakable at his side. The ball hit the glass as he came down, already expecting the whistle to favor him.

It did.

Just not the way it should have.

"Offensive charge!"

The referee's voice sliced through the gym, clear and decisive.

For a split second, the entire court seemed suspended in disbelief. Jeongguk stared at the official, confusion flashing across his face before irritation settled in. The opposing bench erupted in cheers, the scoreboard flipping as possession shifted away from his team.

"You're kiddin' me, right?" he called out, disbelief sharpening his tone. "He was inside the restricted area."

The whistle shrilled again — a warning this time.

The crowd responded immediately, boos swelling through the upper rows in a wave of disapproval. Jeongguk stepped forward despite it, jaw tight, frustration no longer subtle. He wasn't yelling wildly, but there was an edge in his voice that carried.

"That's a terrible call."

Before he could close the space between them, a hand caught his arm.

Hoseok moved quickly, stepping in front of him and pressing a firm palm against his chest. "Don't," he muttered under his breath. "It's not worth it."

"He missed it," Jeongguk shot back, trying to angle around him. "Open your eyes."

Jae slid in from the side, hooking an arm around Jeongguk's shoulders to pull him back another step. "Relax. You're 'bout to get yourself benched."

Jeongguk resisted for only a moment, tension vibrating through him. His breathing had changed — deeper, sharper — adrenaline and anger mixing in a way that made him look almost untouchable. The noise in the gym only fed it.

Hoseok leaned closer, lowering his voice so only Jeongguk could hear. "You're the captain. Act like it. Get it together."

That landed harder than the whistle had.

Jeongguk went still.

The boos continued. The referee signaled for play to resume. The energy in the gym crackled with tension, thick and electric. For a brief moment, Jeongguk's gaze lifted toward the gym seating again.

Toward her.

Whatever was burning behind his eyes shifted into something colder. More controlled.

He pulled his arm free — not roughly this time — and stepped back into position. "Fine," he muttered, rolling his shoulders once as if shaking off the heat of it.

The ball was inbounded.

And from that point on, he played like he had something to prove.

Every pass was sharper. Every cut more decisive. The frustration that had flared moments ago didn't disappear — it condensed, turned into something focused.

The scoreboard remained tight as the minutes bled away. The opposing team pressed harder, sensing weakness, but Jeongguk didn't give them any. He dictated the pace now, calling plays with short, clipped commands, signaling teammates into position with a flick of his hand.

Twenty seconds.

The gym was on its feet.

The ball found him again near the perimeter. A defender closed in immediately, then another. He pivoted, scanning the court in a split second before driving straight down the lane. Contact hit his shoulder, but this time he didn't look at the referee. He didn't need to.

He rose.

Released.

The ball kissed the backboard and dropped cleanly through the net.

The buzzer sounded seconds later, sealing it.

The gym exploded into noise.

Teammates rushed him, hands grabbing at his jersey, shouts ringing in his ears as the scoreboard flashed the final numbers. They had won.

Jeongguk allowed himself one tight nod, clapping a teammate on the back, but the adrenaline was still thrumming under his skin. His chest rose and fell heavily as he scanned the tribunes instinctively. His attention settled on her.

She was already standing, turning toward Taehyung as the crowd began to spill down the steps. Taehyung leaned close to say something near her ear, hand hovering at the small of her back like it belonged there.

His tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek as he watched.

The handshake line blurred past him. He barely registered the opposing players muttering congratulations as he moved through it automatically, eyes drifting back to the stands again and again.

By the time he reached the sidelines, she and Taehyung were descending the tribunes together.

Taehyung said something else — she smiled faintly.

That was enough.

Jeongguk didn't think.

He moved.

The distance between them closed quickly as the crowd thinned near the exit doors. He caught sight of Taehyung's hand brushing hers again just before Taehyung's phone buzzed loudly in his pocket.

05 — don't know what this is, but it all leads to this

Y/n barely noticed the buzzing phone of the man who's next to her.

The gym was still loud behind them — the echo of sneakers on hardwood, the hum of voices, the lingering adrenaline in the air. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, glancing at Taehyung as he checked his phone with a distracted frown.

"You good?" she asked.

"Yeah, just—" He stepped aside to answer it.

She nodded and started down the corridor toward the exit, grateful for the cooler air away from the court. Her mind was elsewhere anyway — replaying the game, the way the crowd erupted, the way—

A hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist.

Before she could process it, she was pulled sideways, the locker room door swinging open and then shutting with a muted thud behind her.

Her back met the cold surface of the door. A palm pressed over her mouth.

She locked eyes with the culprit.

She rolled eyes immediately and shoved him away.

"What the fuck, Jeongguk?"

He carded his fingers through his hair, his usual shit-eating grin on his face. "What are you doing here? If you wanted to see me hot and sweaty again you could've just asked." Y/n rolled her eyes. "Sorry to burst your bubble but I'm not here for you. Taehyung invited me."

Jeongguk raised his eyebrows, his smirk faltering. "Tae? He is still after you? I thought he'd stop after realizing we aren't actually together." He shrugged, leaning against one of the lockers.

That's when y/n finally got a good look at him. His hair was wet and messy, strands sticking at his forehead as he desperately tried to tame them with his hand every twenty seconds. His cheeks were tinted with red from all the moving and he was still breathing a little heavy. He licked his lips, that stupid smirk coming back. "You tryna eat me alive now, Stripes?"

She laughed, averting her eyes. "You're so full of yourself, y'know that? What the hell is 'Stripes'?"

"You were the striped balls when we played pool at the party." He shrugged once again like him remembering that stupid detail was nothing. Jeongguk stepped closer to her, leaning down an inch. "You're wearing the same perfume. Vanilla?"

Her breath hitched, they were so close she could feel his breath hitting against her cheek. "What do you want, Jeongguk?" His hands came to rest on her hips.

"You know what I want," he nudged her cheek with his nose. "I think you want it too." His fingers squeezed her hips softly, encouraging her to speak. "Do you? Use your words, baby, c'mon." He placed his lips flat against her pulse point, she could feel a smile forming on his face. "Would you look at that? Careful there sweetheart, you're gonna have a heart attack.

"She hated herself for giving into him so easily, but could she really be blamed? As much of an asshole he was, he knew how to fuck. What could she really lose if she was already expecting him to leave after?

"Why are you with him?" he asked. His voice wasn't loud. It was steady. Controlled.

"That's none of your business," she shot back, though her pulse hadn't slowed.

A humorless breath left him. "It is when you're sitting there wearing our colors.

"She frowned. "Excuse me?"

He leaned back to look at her — not threatening, but close enough that she could see the intensity still burning behind his eyes.

"You were at my game," he said. "Cheering in navy and white."

"I go to this university," she snapped.

"Yeah." His jaw tightened. "But you weren't looking at the team.

"Silence fell between them. Jeongguk leaned in again, this time his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses from the side her neck to her ear. "Tell me to stop and I will, but you can't tell me you didn't have fun that night. We can keep doing this with no strings attached." He softly nibbled on her earlobe. "We don't gotta expect anything from each other. Just sex."

It was a tempting offer, a soft sigh escaped past her lips. "If I say yes, will you finally touch me?"

"I'll do anything you want me to."

Fuck it. She thought, finally pulling him for a kiss. Teeth clashed and lips interlocked as Jeongguk's lips darted out to lick the inside of her mouth. He groaned, pushing her further against the door.

His hand slid from her hip to cup the back of her neck, pulling her as he walked backwards towards a bench. He sat down and pulled her onto is lap. The small space was filled with the smacking of their lips and the sounds they made. Y/n instinctively ground against his thigh. Jeongguk chuckled and pulled back to speak. "Hm, not yet, sweetheart." He started peppering kisses down her throat, his hold on her hips tight so she couldn't move. "Wanna taste you first."

She could probably cum from that sentence alone. Jeongguk slowly laid her down on the bench started kissing her breasts through her clothes as he trailed down. Her hand flew to his hair, soft locks wrapping around her fingers, as she arched her back to meet his body. He gently pushed her onto the bench, settling between her thighs. "Wanna know something?" He said, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down. She nodded eagerly, humming. "I was thinking about you before the match," he bit the inside of her thigh. "Fucked my fist thinking about the sounds you made at the party with my cock deep inside you."

She moaned at his words, pulling at his hair causing him to whine. "Cute." Jeongguk hummed as he placed a kiss at the wet patch on her panties. "This all for me? I bet you've been wet since I stepped on the court." Y/n didn't — couldn't — speak up, her thighs closing around his head. Jeongguk tutted, softly slapping her thigh. Just enough to make her clench around nothing. "Words, honey."

"Yeah." she breathed out, closing her eyes to calm herself.

"That's my girl." he said before pulling her panties to the side and licking a stripe up her folds. Y/n whimpered softly, pushing his face between her thighs. Jeongguk chuckled, nudging her clit with his nose before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. She felt her legs closing around his head again, he let her this time and his arms went around them to hold her down. He moved down, letting his tongue circle her hole before pushing it inside and moving it in and out. His tongue combined with his nose against her clit made her pull his hair harder. "That's it, baby." he moaned, the sound vibrating through her. "Fuck, you realize how pathetic this actually is? You letting me fuck you with my tongue in a fucking locker room?"

She clenched at his words, whining as she pushed him deeper against her cunt. Jeongguk pulled back bite her thighs. "Oh, yeah? Y'like that? Like knowing how filthy you are?"

"Christ, Gguk. Don't tease…" She whined, pouting at him.

Looking at her lips, Jeongguk could only think about how they would feel wrapped around his cock. How she would look on her knees for him, begging. He blinked back the thoughts, licking his lips and diving back. He enjoyed her writhing beneath him. The slurping sounds filled their ears. "M'not teasing sweetheart, you would already be begging on your knees if I was."

His chin was coated with her juices, shining when the way too bright light above them hit at the right angle.

"Fuck. I'm close—" Y/n whined, arching into him.

"Yeah? Gonna make a mess on my tongue? Shit, good girl. Just like that."

She came on his tongue with muffled moans she tried to keep down. Jeongguk kept his pace, letting her ride out her high.

"And next time," he added, quieter now, gaze dropping briefly to the faint streak of paint beneath her eye, "if you're going to represent me in the stands… at least wear my jersey." Her breath caught. Before she could respond, he grabbed the hem of his own jersey and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion.

He held it out to her. "Keep it," he said. The gesture wasn't gentle. It wasn't romantic either. It felt like a challenge. Like a claim.

"You're insane," she whispered.

A corner of his mouth lifted, though there was no humor in it. "Am I?"

She rolled her eyes and straightened herself, fixing her clothes. "I don't want your stupid jersey. In case you forgot, I came here with Tae." Jeongguk's brow twitched, so subtle that she wasn't sure how she caught it. He stood up with her, fixing his hair for the umpteenth time since they entered the enclosed space. "Your loss." He shrugged and threw the piece of clothing over his shoulder. "You might've come here with him, but I'm still the one making you cum."

"Whatever floats your boat." She grumbled, hands extending down to tame the fabric of her pants.

She exited the room when she heard him scoffing. As soon as she closed the door, she recalled that she promised Taehyung that they would meet outside. That's when she rushed through the corridor, pushing the door to exit the building.

The corridor felt colder than the locker room.

Her pulse hadn't slowed.

She pushed through the exit doors into the night air — and immediately spotted him.

Taehyung was standing near the steps, scanning the crowd that had already started thinning out. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jacket, shoulders slightly tense.

He looked up the moment the door shut behind her.

Relief flickered across his face.

"There you are," he said, walking toward her. "I thought you left."

She forced a small smile. "Bathroom."

His eyes studied her — not suspicious, but searching. Like he was trying to piece together something that didn't quite fit.

"You okay?" he asked.

It wasn't an accusation.

That almost made it worse.

She nodded too quickly. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

He hesitated.

Because maybe he saw the flush still lingering on her neck.

Because maybe he noticed she wouldn't quite meet his eyes.

Because maybe he had seen Jeongguk leave the court and disappear toward the lockers.

"Nothing," Taehyung said finally. "You just… took a while."

They walk in silence. Taehyung's hand stays warm around hers. But all she can hear is Jeongguk's voice in her head:

You might've come here with him…

And she hated that her body still reacted to it.

It wasn't about him anymore.

It was about why she still wanted it.

06 — i guess that's what i get for wishful thinking

The lecture hall smelled faintly of coffee and printer ink, morning light spilling through tall windows and stretching across rows of half-awake students slouched in tiered seating. Laptops hummed, pages flipped, someone yawned too loudly in the back. Y/n rested her chin in her palm, pen dangling loosely between her fingers as Professor Han wrote two large words across the board — ATTACHMENT THEORY — followed by four categories beneath it: Secure. Anxious. Avoidant. Disorganized.

"Attachment styles are formed early," Professor Han began, adjusting her glasses as she turned to face the class. "But they don't disappear in adulthood. They evolve. They show up in your friendships, your work, your romantic relationships."

A few students shifted in their seats, but Y/n didn't. Iseul typed steadily beside her, posture straight and focused, while Y/n's notes were far less organized.

Secure = stable. Secure = boring? Secure = not him.

"Securely attached individuals," the professor continued, "are comfortable with intimacy and independence. They don't fear closeness. They don't fear distance."

Y/n's pen paused mid-scribble.

"Anxiously attached individuals tend to crave reassurance. They analyze tone shifts. They over-interpret silence."

Iseul leaned slightly toward her without looking away from her laptop. "You've checked your phone three times."

Y/n blinked. "Have not."

"You have."

She quietly slid her phone face-down on the desk, pressing her lips together as if that alone proved something. She wasn't anxious. She just—

"Anxious types often feel more deeply than the situation objectively calls for," Professor Han added, her voice calm and measured.

Y/n's mind drifted before she could stop it — the locker room, the heat, the intensity in his voice when he'd said no strings attached, the way he'd held out his jersey like it meant something more than fabric. Her grip tightened slightly on her pen.

"Now," the professor said, underlining the third word on the board, "avoidant attachment."

Y/n felt that one in her chest before she could rationalize it.

"Avoidantly attached individuals often pull away after moments of intimacy. They value independence to the point of emotional detachment. They may minimize experiences that meant something to the other person."

Did he minimize it? Had that been easier for him? To make it casual? To make it physical?

Iseul nudged her knee lightly under the desk. "Why do you look like you're about to diagnose someone mid-lecture?"

"I'm not," y/n muttered.

"You have the face."

"What face?"

"The 'this feels targeted' face."

Y/n rolled her eyes but didn't deny it.

Professor Han capped her marker and leaned lightly against the desk. "One more important distinction. Possessiveness is often mistaken for passion. Control is often confused with connection. Just because someone claims you does not mean they understand you."

The words settled heavier than the rest.

Wear my jersey. Represent me.

It hadn't felt empty. It hadn't felt detached. It had felt deliberate.

The bell rang before she could untangle the thought, the room filling instantly with the scrape of chairs and rising conversation. Iseul stretched her arms overhead before nudging her shoulder.

"You comin' to the music building with me? I need to drop something off to Yoongi."

Y/n hesitated for only a second. "Ugh… Why me?"

"Because I don't feel like walking alone, and you clearly need fresh air before you spiral."

"I'm not spiraling."

"You are, but it's fine. Let's go."

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The music building felt different from the psychology department — dimmer lighting, older floors, posters from past performances lining the walls. A faint piano melody drifted through the hallway, blending with distant laughter and the occasional thud of bass testing from another room. It felt more chaotic. More alive.

Iseul knocked lightly on the half-open studio door before stepping inside. Yoongi sat at a mixing desk with headphones resting around his neck, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal the edge of ink disappearing beneath his shirt. He glanced up slowly.

"You're late," he said flatly.

"It's been six minutes," Iseul shot back, holding out the flash drive as she rolled her eyes playfully.

Yoongi's gaze shifted to y/n, pausing there for a quiet second before he gave a small nod. "Hi."

"Hi."

He didn't ask questions. He just observed — like he was filing something away for later.

The door opened again before anything else could be said. Hoseok walked in mid-sentence, stopping abruptly when he noticed them. Hwan followed, still looking down at his phone, and Jae trailed behind with an easy grin.

Jeongguk entered last.

He stepped into the room casually, conversation still lingering on his lips — and then he saw her. There was a pause, brief enough to miss if you weren't looking for it. Not dramatic. Not obvious. Just a fraction of a second where his movement stalled.

Y/n noticed.

Professor Han's voice echoed faintly in her mind. Avoidantly attached individuals often act unaffected.

His expression smoothed almost instantly. "Yoongi," he said casually, dropping his bag onto a chair. "You finish that track?"

Yoongi's eyes flicked between them once before he answered, "Almost."

The room felt smaller after that.

Hoseok greeted Iseul easily, Jae joked about psychology majors analyzing everyone for free, and Hwan remained half-immersed in whatever was on his screen. On the surface, it was normal — light, casual, friendly.

Jeongguk leaned back against the wall near the window, arms loosely crossed, looking entirely at ease. He didn't approach her. Didn't address her. Didn't smirk. Didn't tease.

He acted like she was just another person in the room.

Y/n hated how much she noticed.

She shifted her weight. He shifted his.

Her pulse betrayed her with one uneven beat.

Anxious types overinterpret silence.

She forced herself to cross her arms, mirroring his posture without meaning to.

When Hoseok asked what they'd learned in class, the answer slipped out before she could stop it. "Attachment theory."

The word hung in the air longer than it should have.

Jeongguk's gaze lifted, landing on her with quiet precision.

"Sounds dangerous," Hoseok laughed lightly.

Conversation resumed, but something had shifted. Not visibly. Not loudly. Just beneath the surface. Every time y/n looked up, she could feel it — that awareness, steady and unrelenting. He wasn't avoiding her now.

He was watching.

Not possessive. Not challenging.

Just watching.

When Iseul finally nudged her shoulder and signaled it was time to leave, y/n grabbed her bag quickly. "Bye," she said, more to the room than anyone in particular.

"Later," Hoseok replied.

Yoongi said nothing.

She reached the doorway before it hit her — that weight again, that sense of being seen even without turning around. Professor Han's final words echoed softly in her head.

Attachment patterns don't disappear. They repeat.

She turned.

Jeongguk was already looking at her.

Not smirking. Not detached. Not pretending.

Just looking.

This time, he didn't look away.

The space between them felt suspended, quiet and charged in a way that had nothing to do with touch. For a second, it felt like the entire room faded behind that line of sight.

The pattern hadn't disappeared.

It had only paused.

Y/n broke the gaze first.

And walked out.

The hallway air felt cooler against her skin, but it didn't steady her pulse. Iseul fell into step beside her, already mid-sentence about something Yoongi had said, but the words blurred at the edges. Footsteps echoed behind them — multiple pairs — and she didn't need to look to know they were following.

"Wait up," Hoseok called casually.

Of course they were all leaving together.

The group spilled into the corridor in loose formation. Jae walked ahead with Hwan, their conversation picking up as naturally as if nothing had shifted back in that room.

"I'm telling you," Jae was saying, running a hand through his hair, "she said she likes 'emotionally complex men.' That's not a compliment. That's a project."

Hwan barely glanced up from his phone. "You look like a project."

"At least I get approached."

"You get approached because you look like you write poetry about being misunderstood."

"I am misunderstood."

Hoseok laughed. "You're not misunderstood. You just ignore texts."

"That's called boundaries."

"That's called avoidant," Hwan replied flatly.

The word slipped into the air so casually it almost went unnoticed.

Almost.

Y/n felt it land somewhere under her ribs.

Behind her, footsteps slowed for half a second — just enough for her to register it.

They reached the courtyard where the late afternoon light stretched long shadows across the pavement. Students crossed in every direction, voices overlapping, life moving without pause.

"This is us," Iseul said, nodding toward the path leading back to their department.

Quick goodbyes followed. Casual. Normal. Almost too normal.

Y/n stepped back slightly, adjusting the strap of her bag. She told herself she wouldn't look again.

"Y/n." His voice wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. It threaded cleanly through the noise and landed directly.

The others didn't react — the tone was too controlled to draw attention. But she felt Iseul glance at her from the corner of her eye before continuing forward, pretending not to notice.

Y/n turned slowly.

Jeongguk stood a few steps away now, closer than before but not close enough to make it obvious. His posture was relaxed, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable in that precise way that wasn't empty — just measured.

"You really studying that stuff?" he asked lightly.

"Psychology?" she replied. "Yeah."

"Nah," His gaze held hers. "Attachment."

There was something measured about the way he said it.

She kept her voice steady. "I mean… It's a theory."

"Is it?" he asked.

A pause.

Not challenging.

Not mocking.

Just curious in a way that felt too intentional.

"You think people repeat patterns," he continued, tone even. "Or do you think they choose them?"

The question caught her off guard.

Professor Han's voice echoed faintly — They repeat. But he wasn't asking academically. He was asking her.

"I think," she said carefully, "most people don't realize they're choosing."

His jaw shifted slightly, like he was considering that.

"And if they do realize?" he asked.

The noise of the courtyard seemed to dull around them.

"Then it's not a pattern anymore," she answered. "It's a decision."

Silence settled between them — not awkward, not rushed. Something heavier. Something aware.

His gaze didn't waver.

"Yeah," he said quietly.

Not teasing.

Not detached.

Certain.

Her pulse skipped — not from confusion this time, but from recognition.

He stepped back first. "I'll see you around."

It sounded like a statement. Not a possibility.

Y/n stood there a second longer than necessary, watching him turn and walk back toward the others.

Attachment patterns don't disappear.

They repeat.

Unless someone knows exactly what they're doing.

And suddenly, she wasn't sure if she had been analyzing him.

When she finally decided what to wear, her roommate sighed in relief. "God, y/n I told you, you would look good no matter what. Can we go now?" With one last glance at the mirror, y/n turned her way to Iseul and smiled. "You know, this is partly your fault, you invited me last minute. I'd be ready by now if you told me sooner." Iseul chuckled while wearing her high heels which looked terribly uncomfortable. Getting out of the dorm with jokes, both of them hit the road with giggles.

The road was upholstered with stones, which made noise with every step. Came close to the fraternity building, the step noises smothered by the loud music, and the surroundings had a bolt of better, colorful gleam. Knocking on the door made no sense since no one could hear it with that busting melody. Y/n set her hand on the plank surface, and pushed the door open as the aura took hold of them. The brunette led the way, slid through the crowd, and finally made it to the point where her interest was. Y/n followed her path and her sight was into this extensive, dimly lit room that weirdly didn't contain that many people compared to other rooms.

Y/n wasn't sure why her roommate had chosen this particular room to spend the night in, but she decided that it would likely be better than being squeezed in between a bunch of intoxicated college kids. She looked around the space, soaking it all in. The area included a coffee table, and a black couch in the center with a pool table behind it, a few band and basketball-related posters on the walls, and two desks and chairs on both sides. "You remember Yoongi, right? The guy I've been telling you about?" She did remember Yoongi, since after they met a few weeks ago, her roommate began gushing about him nearly every night. "Of course I do, you're constantly talking about him," y/n responded with a smile as she playfully rolled her eyes. Iseul took her arm, and pulled y/n towards the small group of friends instead of continuing their frisky banter.

Y/n slumped into the seat as Iseul's grasp on her arm softened and latched onto the blonde's instead. As the alcohol fragrance filled the room, she cast a glance at the stranger sitting beside her. "You don't seem the type to attend a party like this," she scoffed as she turned her head to the boy. His dirty red hair fell in front of his brown, long-lashed eyes, and he had a stubble on his face. "It's not nice to assume," a cocky voice was raised right behind her before she could answer for herself. The voice belonged to an attractive guy that seemed familiar. He was seated on the arm of the couch as his hand on the backrest supported his weight. Y/n could feel the proximity of his body. He shot a smirk her way, "I'm Jeongguk, and the jerk is Hwan" said with a slight nod. Y/n replied back with her name.

"You with Iseul?" Jeongguk directed the question at y/n. She nodded, glancing toward where her friend was. Iseul was giggling with Yoongi, and some other two guys y/n didn't know. "Yeah, who are the other two?" She inquired. "That one's Hoseok, and that's Jae. Our friends from the basketball team," Jeongguk answered. Y/n tilted her head to the side, "Oh yeah, I think I saw you play before," she hummed. "Uh oh, the menace is coming our way." Hwan nodded toward Jae. "What do you want?" Jeongguk laughed. "Now, what is a college party if no one's getting high, right?" He chirped with a big grin on his face. "Hey, Hobi close the door." Hoseok strode to the door to shut, and lock it.

Jae took the small bag out of his jacket, and threw it on the coffee table. "How do you keep finding this shit?" Yoongi questioned, as he pulled Iseul to his lap. "Does it matter? You're still gonna take it." He shrugged. Jae handed everyone a pill, then chugged his own with his beer. Y/n took a glimpse at Iseul with hesitation. "What, you gonna pussy out?" Hwan took the piss with a shit-eating grin. "No?" She wasn't going to 'pussy out', she has done drugs before, but taking something a stranger has offered didn't quite seem reasonable. "Hey, you don't have to." Gguk quietly whispered in her ear. She didn't realize how close he had leaned in until she turned her head to see him better. Jeongguk would count as a stranger too, but something about him seemed reassuring. Y/n smiled, and took the pill.

Everyone was doing their own thing. Yoongi and Iseul had left the room fifteen minutes ago to go to god knows where, Hwan had left to get drinks, Hoseok and Jae were playing beer pong.

"Do you know how to play pool?" Jeongguk slurred after a few minutes. "I mean… I do, but I wouldn't call myself an expert," she giggled as she answered genuinely. Jeongguk extended his hand as he got up, and encouraged her to take it. Y/n took his hand, which led him to pull her to the pool table. Jeongguk pulled out two cues, and gave the other one to her. "Ladies first," Jeongguk winked. Y/n leaned in, and positioned her cue by making her hand a closed bridge, aiming at the white ball. When she could finally hold a stable angle, she shot the break shot with a rapid movement, colorful balls hit the railing of the table. The purple-based, striped ball fell into the left corner pocket, making her own the striped ones. Y/n rose while keeping her vision on the table, though Gguk's eyes were on her. "Beginner's luck, sweetheart." he provoked. After an eye roll, she took a good look, and decided where to position herself, so she slid between the table and the buff body. She was aware of the influence she had gained upon him, and the way he didn't even hide his grin proved her thoughts right.

Missing the second shot, it was the boy's turn this time. The girl stepped aside, and let the taller one make his shot. She also had started sweating, and didn't know if it was because of the pills she took or simply Jeongguk's existence by her side. Her eyes tried to stay on the game, although she failed to reject her intrusive thoughts. On the first strike, two lows found their way to the side pockets. Jeongguk flashed her another smirk with leaning on the side rail. "Good one," she replied to the smile with a compliment while propping up her posture with the cue stick. Too much confidence ended up in a mistake, which was a scratch. It's like the courage shifted, y/n came close to the railing and took the object ball out of the pocket while keeping her sight at his eyes. Placed the white ball wherever she found useful, she bent over to the head railing.

Jeongguk's eyes weren't trying to be subtle as they gazed upon her body. Right before she could take her shot, y/n felt two big hands brush against her hip. "Are you thirsty?" Jeongguk's voice was low, she was certain only she could hear it. Y/n straightened her stance, "Are you trying to distract me so you don't lose, Gguk?" She didn't know where the nickname came from, perhaps the pills induced her confidence level. "Gguk?" Jeongguk chuckled, and raised his eyebrows. Or perhaps they didn't induce her confidence level that much because the moment Jeongguk acknowledged the little nickname that slipped up, a small blush crept up her neck. "Drinks you were saying?" Y/n started walking away from the pool table, expecting Jeongguk to follow. Which he did.

Jeongguk kept his hand on the small of her back the whole time they were walking to the kitchen area. Packed hallways, and hammered people made it harder for them to walk apart from each other. When they finally made it to their destination, y/n jumped on the counter. At the same time, Jeongguk opened the fridge to get some cranberry juice, soda, and ice. Then, started going through the alcohol stash to find something to his liking, couldn't find the drink in there, so he turned his back and reached for the cabinet. His shoulders were broad — she couldn't help but vision her legs lying on his shoulders like they weighed nothing. When he found what he was looking for, y/n watched as his hands mixed the liquids together. Her mind couldn't help, but wonder how it would feel to have his hands on her. Then her eyes wandered to his arms, his right was decorated with tattoos — she wanted to trace them with her fingertips. She had noticed the way his choice of clothing complimented his looks — she thought he'd look better with them off. Her gaze climbed up to his newly washed, and combed -which explained the volume- of fluffy hair — the scene of her running her fingers, and tugging them in between when he hit the spot came up vividly in her mind.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a cocktail glass that's been offered by him. "Maybe this'll help with your thoughts," he said while leaning towards her with his hands right next to her thighs to both capture her and balance himself. Y/n loudly takes a gulp from the drink, the liquor sliding down her throat. Jeongguk's eyes were fixed on her face. "You like it?" He asks with a small smirk, Y/n hums as an answer.

Jeongguk's right hand moved to her thigh, softly kneading the skin. "So tell me about yourself," he mumbled as his hand kept caressing her leg. It took y/n a second to gather her thoughts. "Hmm, let me think. I'm from Busan," Jeongguk's eyes widened. "Shit really? Me too." He chuckled. "What a small world huh?" Y/n hands slid from his arms to his shoulders clasping her hands behind his neck. Jeongguk nodded as he eyed her lips. "So what do you study?" He quirks his eyebrows. "Psychology, you?" Jeongguk's hands moved to her waist, firmly holding as his hands traced random patterns. "Architecture."

He pulled y/n against him, their crotches now touching each other. Sudden contact pulled a gasp from her. "Jesus, baby, if this small movement causes that I wonder what other sounds I can get from you," Jeongguk said quietly as he kissed the spot below her ear. "You gonna let me hear them?" He kept trailing kisses down her throat to her collarbone. She nodded eagerly, pushing herself closer to him. Jeongguk kissed the top of her breasts, one hand sneaking under her skirt. Y/n whimpered as his cold fingers danced on her now-burning skin. She could feel Jeongguk's smile as he kept licking and sucking on her neck. "Didn't think you'd get so horny talking about our majors," Jeongguk mumbled against her neck. "Shut up."

Jeongguk's fingers grazed her clothed pussy. "You gonna let me fuck you on this counter, baby?" Was she going to do that? Where anyone could enter at any given second. The thrill was exciting, but she didn't want anyone to see her bent over a kitchen counter. Jeongguk moved to, finally, kiss her lips. "Not here," she mumbled. "We don't have many options you know," Jeongguk sassed. "The bathroom."

02 — i got a new man one me, it's about to get sweaty

They haphazardly entered the somber-lighted bathroom. Jeongguk's hands immediately flew to her ass as he pressed her to the door. Lips never desisted from each other — it was like they were glued. Their bodies were impossibly close. Y/n's fingers gripped his hair, softly pulling them, causing him to release a soft moan against her lips, which was noticeably vibrant.

Jeongguk's hands slid under her shirt and caressed her covered tits. She squeezed her thighs together and could feel the wetness between her legs grow. Drugs left their place for more sexual euphoria — it didn't take long to wear off. He pulled away from her and took her shirt off. Then unclasped her bra with one hand — like he was trying to show off his hand skills — while tossing the unwanted fabric on the floor. His mouth was agape at the scenery that was in front of him; not soon, he teethed her aroused tit as he pinched the other one with his fingers. She bit her bottom lip, trying to prevent the moans from spilling. "No, let me hear you," he murmured on her skin — the vibration on her exposed skin made her back slightly arch. "Fuck, please," she didn't know what she was begging for — she just needed him to touch her. "What do you want, baby? Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

Her mind was clouded with lust. Her arousal grew more and more as Jeongguk explored her skin. She could feel him beneath his pants as he pushed his body onto hers. "Touch me," she blurted out — she didn't trust herself to form coherent sentences. Still resting on the door, his hand trailed down from her chest to her belly and found its way to her clothed core. "Like that?" He softly stimulated the area and got the answer as a satisfied moan. Y/n felt his two long digits stroke against the fabric, and soon later, he had this reviving tempo — she couldn't resist her body rubbing onto his fingers. Her eyelids got heavy with intense pleasure, Jeongguk was well aware of that, so he just removed his hand from her body.

The emptiness had her open her eyes widely like they weren't about to close just a second ago from the desire. And when she realized the apparent pause, she couldn't help but frown. Her lips parted to question him, but her placement was about to be shifted.

Jeongguk pulled her away from the door and bent her over the counter. The sudden contact with the cold marble had her gasp, yet the corners of her lips were curled. Felt the same fingers tracing the laced trim of her black panties. Her ass was not fully clothed, and that scenery had shown itself with the position. She had no idea that she would get fucked tonight, so she went with a more simple option. One of his hands pulled her panties down whilst the other one bunched her skirt up. "Pretty pussy all wet for me?" Jeongguk said with a sly grin as he checked her out from behind. Damp skin shined under the light since the skirt was out of the way. All she could give was a silent hum showing him that she agreed.

"Come on, Gguk," she purred. Jeongguk caressed her ass as he fumbled with his jeans. Right before he had lowered down his pants with his boxers, he took the condom from his back pocket. "Patience," his voice was quiet and rough while slipping the sheath on. "You ready?" He said, teasing her entrance. His tip was slowly finding its way to the inside. "Yeah," she breathed out as Jeongguk entered her. Y/n's chest drifted apart from the counter momentarily, but it was pressed down where it was. He was bigger than she expected, stretching her out in the most delicious way. He moved his hips steadily without waiting for her to adjust — one of his hands was on her shoulder, keeping her in place, whereas the other played with her tits.

Profanities and moans spilled from their mouths. "Fuck- Such a tight pussy. Taking me- so fucking well." All that could be heard was their ragged breathing and skin clapping as Jeongguk kept his rough rhythm. His hand moved to her throat, not squeezing — just holding it there, and she could feel herself getting closer. "Shit- I'm gonna cum-" She looked at him over her shoulder.

"Go on, pretty girl, come all over my cock." Her pussy clenched around him as she shut her eyes. Jeongguk softly squeezed her throat. His movement never faltered while she came undone — he kept pushing himself deeper. His hand on her throat moved to her clit, his fingers pinching and circling the bundle of nerves. Y/n lifted her head, and her gaze met with the mirror, which was reflecting every scene of that intimate moment. Her waterline was full of tears; some couldn't hold themselves and ran down her cheek. He was at a pace that was filled with euphoria and libido. That tiny room could bear little — the echo of their bodies intertwining, her moaning as if ripping her lungs out, groans, growls, and lots and lots more sexual things were much for that room.

The pain was mouth-watering as he overstimulated her. "Give me one more, baby; I know you can." Jeongguk praised, throwing his head back. She couldn't control her whining thereat; he could feel his orgasm approaching. Jeongguk's hands and cock, combined with her nipples on the cold marble, filled her senses; she could feel the warmth in her belly growing again.

His grip on her hips was brutal — she was sure it would leave a mark. "God, I fucking love skirts," Jeongguk said. She chuckled the best she could, purely blissed out from the pleasure.

"Fuck I'm getting close," he growled. All she could do was moan and hope he understood what she was trying to say. "Give me it, baby girl, cum for me again." Jeongguk moaned as he came at the same time as her, his cum spilling inside the condom. He pulled out whilst she was coming down from her high. It was like he was in a rush — he removed the rubber, tied it, and tossed it into the bin.

Y/n kept watching him as he stooped and hoisted his pants, holding from the belt part. She stood up from the counter, looking at him with confusion. Their eyes met in the mirror. "What- wait- Why the rush?" she inquired while staring at him with doe eyes. "What am I going to do? Stand here? Were you expecting a relationship? I don't do that shit," he responded, chuckling sarcastically, and met with her frowning face. "Well, I don't expect anything — except you not being a douchebag."

He drooped over her body with a fold on the edge of his lips after he had dressed himself to check himself out. Her lipstick smudged his lips; hair strands were glutinous on his forehead from the sweat. His fingers ran through his hair and tousled it to make them have volume again. Those actions had her scoff in disbelief; thus, she pushed his figure away.

His chuckle filled her with irritation. "What, doll? Wanted a round two?" Her eyebrows rose as she stared at him in disbelief and disgust. "Fuck you, Jeongguk. Fuck. You." Slamming the door, she left to find Iseul. Rage blurred her mind while walking down the slim corridor. Looking into the room, she found herself in the first place and couldn't find her friend. The act went on like a loop till she finally noticed a silhouette that seemed like what she had been searching for —except Iseul was busy making out with Yoongi.

Laying her tired body against the doorframe, and that's when all emotions hit her. Her tear glands were triggered by the amount of anger she was experiencing. She stood there, letting all the tears pour out, hoping she wouldn't get noticed. No sooner than she thought about getting caught, her eyes met with the one — who was still making out. She questioned why his eyes were open.

Thoughts were cut when his lips moved from Iseul's lips to her ear and put her condition to words. "I think your friend needs your help," he said while convincing her to get up by supporting her figure with his already-placed-on hands by her hip. Iseul couldn't help but put her worried mask on and look around to find her friend.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She placed her hands on her cheeks to make her look up. Vulnerability didn't let her spill — lumped in her throat, tamponing every word that had to come out. Her clenched jaw had her staying up — she would fall if she let go of the muscles holding on for dear life.

Showing emotions wasn't her best case — showing anger was harder. Her temper would soon shift into tears while her face flame. Iseul was aware of this, so she suggested that they go outside. She glanced at her boy, signing that they were going outside. Y/n was held by her wrist and led onto the garden.

On the way out, she got her feelings under control. And when they stepped outside, she ceased her body on the grass. "Okay, little miss, time for you to spill," Iseul said while laying her figure. "I was just angry and confused, that's all," made Iseul turn her face towards her. "No shit Sherlock, we couldn't figure that out," she scoffed. "Well," Y/n turned to Iseul, "He's an asshole, no scratch that, he's a selfish, i-only-care-about-my-pleasure, bitch ass teenager." The only response she got was a confused "who?". "You know who. How the fuck did you find this two-faced motherfucker?"

"I mean, I- he seems like a good guy. He's fun, no?" "Yeah, Iseul, he's so fun." "See? Told you." "Girl." "If you don't tell me what happened, how am I supposed to react?"

Y/n sighed and took a break. "Okay, so we were playing pool, right? Then this fucker offers that we have some drinks-" "Yeah? And what's bad about it?" "Will you listen?" "Sure, fuck, sorry." "We were talking, and he seemed so appealing at that moment." "What were you talking about?" "Promise me that you won't laugh," she said, so Iseul promised. "Majors. But he was leading me down to it, you know." "Leading you down to what?" "Oh. My. God. Iseul. Keep up; read the fucking room."

The night went on as she got into every detail; as soon as she finished what Iseul calls 'spilling', Iseul offered that they would go to their dorm. "Okay, you get yourself ready; I'mma let Yoongi know that we're leaving."

Y/n stood up and dusted off her not-so-clean clothes. After a few minutes of waiting for Iseul, y/n cursed to herself and decided to look for her. Frankly, she didn't want to enter the building again, but she needed Iseul to come back so they could leave.

03 — i know you like to play games, but it ain't no recess

As if the night was still young, the bodies were still swaying with the beat. People looked neither tired, nor sober — y/n couldn't help but wonder how they found this energy at this hour. Her eyes wandered through the crowd, searching for the similar figure of her friend. There was no luck looking for her from afar, so she decided to dive into the crowd. Sweaty forms made it harder to get to the other side. She felt the overstimulation all over her, the feeling unfurled through her veins. The room felt smaller than it did earlier, as though the whole house just shrank. Unknown silhouettes kept bumping into her figure, causing her get lost between them.

As she tried to keep her ground, she felt a pair of hands snake around her waist and pull her towards themselves. To see who interrupted her hunt for her best friend, she turned around in the stranger's hold. "You okay?" A low, gentle voice brushed against her ear, warm and steady despite the chaos around them. It didn't demand attention — it simply wrapped around her, shielding her from the noise. "Yeah." She exhaled, trying to steady herself. "I was just looking for my friend." She didn't notice when she leaned into him — only that the chaos seemed quieter there, wrapped in the calm he offered so effortlessly. "Describe your friend," he said gently. "We'll find her."

She blinked up at him for a second before answering. "Iseul. Long black hair, wearing heels she definitely regrets by now." A small smile tugged at his lips. "Heels at a place like this? Brave." Despite herself, she let out a soft breath of laughter. "Stay close," he murmured.

His hand shifted slightly at her waist — not possessive, just firm enough to guide her as he led them through the crowd. He moved with ease, parting through bodies without force, shielding her from careless elbows and stumbling strangers. Every time someone brushed too close, his grip grounded her again. The music still thundered, lights still flashed — but beside him, it felt muted. Focused.

Then— Raised voices cut through the rhythm.

Sharp.

Familiar.

Her heart dropped before she even saw them.

Near the hallway by the restrooms, Iseul stood with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Frustration was written all over her face. And in front of her stood Jeongguk.

Too calm.

Too relaxed.

As if arguments didn't faze him.

Y/n slowed unconsciously. The stranger slowed with her. Jeongguk's gaze lifted mid-sentence.

It passed over y/n first. Then dropped to the hand resting at her waist.

Something shifted in his expression — subtle, but there. The lazy curve of his mouth disappeared.

"Didn't know you were still doing this."

The stranger didn't flinch. "Doing what?"

"Y'know what I'm talking about."

The air inside felt suffocating — so thick it was almost tangible, like you could slice through it with a blade. Y/n's eyes flicked between the two boys, trying to put a meaning to the looks they were throwing at each other.

"You two know each other?" She then cautiously glanced to Iseul, praying she could help her.

"Something like that." The man beside her spoke, not tearing his eyes away from Jeongguk. Jeongguk chuckled humorlessly, "Taehyung here really likes the saying 'One man's trash is another man's treasure.' Don't ya, Tae?"

Iseul's eyebrows furrowed, "Seriously I- What even is this? Y/n, who is this?"

Y/n finally adapted back to the conversation. "I came back to look for you and he helped me-" She stopped herself and shook her head. "That's not the point. Why are you here? We were supposed to leave, I didn't ask for you to berate him!" She exclaimed, gesturing vaguely over to where Jeongguk was.

Iseul let out a sharp laugh. "Oh, c'mon! He's an asshole!" She was clearly tipsy by the way she slightly slurred her words. Jeongguk scoffed. "Whatever, man. I'm out of here." He said, bumping his shoulder against Tae's — far too harsh for it to be unintentional — before disappearing.

Y/n shook her head and turned to Taehyung. "Sorry for dragging you into this." He smiled warmly, a hand squeezing her arm for a second to let her know it was alright. "No need to apologize," he said softly. "Some people just carry old grudges… Let's get you and your friend outta here, yeah?"

The trio made their way through the house and finally came to a halt at the front yard. Just as she turned to leave, his fingers brushed her wrist — hesitant, almost careful — before gently catching it. She craned her neck to look at him with expecting eyes. "Hey, look, uh… Here's my number, just call or text or whatever when you two get home safe… You don't have to," he added quickly. "I'd just sleep better knowing you're home safe."

She offered him a small smile, which she mostly bit down on her bottom lip to contain, and took the piece of paper from him before nodding. "I will, Taehyung. Good night."

They kept locking gazes, which got interrupted by Iseul's voice. "Girl, I swear to god, if you don't start walking, I'm gonna throw these heels at ya." she grumbled. Y/n threw a subtle smile at Taehyung before turning around and leading the way of their dorm.

As soon as they stepped into their room Iseul threw herself on her bed and sighed loudly. "I'm gonna be dead tomorrow if my head is already aching this much."

Y/n took off her shoes and hummed as she laid down on her bed, her phone in her hand. "Should I text him?" She blurted out, her eyes fixed on her bunny plushie 'Waffles' on the bed.

"Who?"

"Taehyung. He gave me his number and asked me to text him when we get home."

"I mean… If you wanna."

She took a deep breath and unlocked her phone, entering his digits to save him to her contacts. A simple 'Taehyung'… for now.

— Hey, just got to our room. Hope you also made it safely back home.

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the door shut behind her with a quiet thud that still seemed unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room. dozens of eyes flickered toward her for only a second before returning to the front, but it was enough to make embarrassment crawl up her neck. she was usually never late to his classes since she was his phd student.

dr. jeon continued speaking without pause as y/n carefully moved down the steps between rows, trying not to draw any more attention to herself. she sat near her usual seat on the front row, taking out her materials. dr. jeon was wearing a white shirt with a black tie, his jacket draped over the back of his seat.

"the human body is less an individual and more a crowded city, built and sustained by trillions of bacteria we rarely notice until something goes wrong." dr. jeon spoke up, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. "everyday items you use from your phones to the coffee cup you hold every morning when you enter my class is covered with it."

he placed his glasses on the desk and rubbed his eyes. "i have to end my class early today as i have a meeting i need to attend, so i would like all of you to collect a bacterial sample from the surface of your choice and culture it. document the growth and bring your report to the me next week."

the students started gathering their stuffs and standing up, content to be let out early. y/n sighed at the fact that she ran all this way for a not even ten minutes long lecture. she stood up to exit the lecture hall before dr. jeon called out to her.

"ms. l/n, can you stay back for a minute?"

she nodded and walked up to his desk as the other students exited the door one by one. he placed his work materials inside his briefcase and leaned against the desk as he held and loosened his tie. y/n's eyes flickered to his throat for a second.

"i wanted to talk to you about your draft."

she involuntarily straightened her back and nodded.

"your research is strong, the data is clean, i like your methodology," he started listing.

"i feel like there's a 'but' coming." y/n said and offered him an awkward smile.

"but you write like you are scared of sounding too certain. if you think something is correct, don't be afraid to stand behind it."

she nodded slowly, knowing he was right.

"it sounds like you're asking permission to believe your own argument," he continued. "stop doing that."

something in his tone caused heat to unfurl slowly beneath her skin. it settled heavily in the room as she could only nod once again. she always pushed it aside as a stupid harmless crush on a professor who seemed to be very good at his job but the swirling in her stomach said otherwise.

"i would like you to come by tomorrow evening to work on your draft together if you're available." he reached for his glasses on the desk and put them on before crossing his arms.

"of course, yeah. i can come by."

“good.”

he slipped the glasses back onto the bridge of his nose before looking down at her again. his eyes were soft as he tilted his head.

“around seven?” he asked. "you can come earlier if you'd like a head start."

y/n nodded. “that works.”

he gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment and gathered the remaining papers from the desk. the conversation should have ended there. simple. professional.

but neither of them moved toward the door.

she watched him slide folders carefully into his briefcase, sleeves still rolled to his forearms, tie loosened just enough to make him look less composed than usual.

“you, uh, really think the argument is strong enough?” she asked softly.

he looked up immediately, a sweet smile on his face.

"i wouldn't be asking you to come over after office hours if i didn't. would i, kid?"

she shook her head, fixing the strap of her bag.

"don't stress it, sweetheart. you got potential."

the endearment caused something in her brain to short-circuit. heat rushed through her so quickly it felt almost embarrassing, blooming beneath her skin and climbing into her face before she could suppress it. she stared at him, momentarily unable to process the fact that he had said it so naturally, so casually, like the word belonged in the space between them.

he didn’t seem to notice the effect it had on her—or maybe he did and chose not to acknowledge it. he checked his watch with the same composed movements, glasses low on his nose, completely unaware that her pulse had become suddenly uneven. y/n swallowed hard and forced herself to look anywhere except directly at him. stupid crush.

"i should get going now, i will be expecting you here tomorrow."

she attended her classes for the next few hours before deciding to walk back home with a dry mouth and a thumping heart. she tried to tell herself that dr. jeon was always like this with her. he wanted her to feel comfortable with the work she's been doing both in his class and her own researches. he would help her extra in the lab during lectures because she was passionate about biology. at least that was what she always told herself.

the night air was cold enough to sting her face as she crossed campus with her headphones hanging uselessly around her neck, too mentally drained to listen to music due to her headache.

most of the buildings were empty, except for the coffee shop near the library.

warm yellow light spilled through the windows onto the wet pavement outside, catching her attention as she walked past by.

and then she saw him.

dr. jeon stood near the counter with a woman she didn’t recognize as they were laughing about something.

he held two coffees in his hand while the woman adjusted the scarf around her neck, smiling at something he had said. she was beautiful in a quiet effortless way—long dark coat, one hand resting briefly against his arm while she spoke.

she slowed without meaning to. something uncomfortable twisted low in her stomach.

the street outside her apartment glistened faintly from earlier rain, reflecting blurred orange light through her windows as she dropped her bag beside the couch and kicked off her shoes near the door. the silence inside the apartment should have calmed her. instead, it gave her thoughts too much room. she tried to work, she really did.

her laptop sat open on the kitchen table beside scattered research articles and annotated drafts, the cursor blinking patiently at the end of an unfinished sentence while the clock crept steadily past midnight.

…is an aggressive clonal malignancy characterized by—

she deleted the line.

rewrote it.

then deleted it again.

it was going to be a long night.

by three in the morning, the words on her screen had begun to blur together into meaningless medical jargon. she had consumed enough coffee to make her hands faintly unsteady, and her apartment smelled like stale espresso. and the worst of it all the draft still looked wrong. her calculations looked a mess and every sentence sounded weaker the second she reread it, and somewhere in the back of her mind she could still hear his voice dismantling her cautious phrasing with irritating ease.

if you think something is correct, don’t be afraid to stand behind it.

she hated that he was right.

around 4.30 a.m., she gave up pretending she was getting anything useful done.

she closed the laptop harder than necessary and let her forehead fall briefly against the cool kitchen table with a muffled groan. exhaustion pressed heavily behind her eyes, making everything feel sharper and slower at the same time. she had maybe slept two hours before waking up unnecessarily early. where was this yesterday? she thought to herself.

by the evening, she was cranky, overtired, and deeply regretting every academic decision that had led her into a phd program. still, her body moved to get ready despite it all. she haphazardly shoved her papers into her bag and exited her flat.

the campus was quiet, washed in thin dark blue and damp from the rain. her sneakers scraped against the wet pavement as she walked toward the biology building, shoulders tense against the cold.

she adjusted the strap of her bag higher onto her shoulder and headed toward dr. jeon’s lecture hall, already mentally preparing herself to spend the next several hours fighting with her draft.

he was already there when she entered the unlocked room. he sat at his desk with his sleeves rolled to his forearms again, one hand pressed absently against his mouth while reading through a stack of papers illuminated by the glow of his laptop screen. his glasses rested low on his nose, expression tired and concentrated in a way that made his face stern.

he didn't notice her at first, then the door clicked softly shut behind her. his eyes lifted from the papers as he stared at her through the top of his glasses.

"hey there, rough night?"

she let out a tired scoff that almost sounded ironic and dropped her bag onto one of the desks near the front.

"how did you guess?"

“you’re here thirty minutes early,” he said. “either you’re incredibly motivated or severely sleep deprived.”

the irritating part was that he sounded genuinely pleased about it. for a while, the room settled into silence while the two of them worked. y/n sat a few rows down from the front with her laptop open beside scattered papers, one leg tucked beneath her while she reread the same paragraph for what felt like the hundredth time. the glow from the screen reflected faintly against her tired face while her fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing, deleting, rewriting.

across the room, dr. jeon worked at his desk, flipping through articles and making occasional notes in the margins with precise movements. every so often his head would lift briefly to look at her aggressively tapping at the keyboard. the irritation radiating off her was almost visible. she deleted another sentence with unnecessary force before muttering something under her breath that he couldn’t quite hear from across the room.

"did that keyboard personally offend you?" he spoke up without lifting his head this time.

y/n stopped typing mid-sentence.

slowly, she lifted her head to glare at him from across the lecture hall. "huh?"

dr. jeon finally looked up from the papers spread across his desk, expression calm behind the thin frames of his glasses.

“you type like you’re trying to punish the laptop for disagreeing with you.”

y/n stared at him for a second before dropping her gaze back to the screen with a tired scoff.

"tired." her voice sounded uncharacteristically cold compared to how she usually talked to him.

dr. jeon’s pen paused against the paper.

y/n kept her eyes fixed on the screen, jaw tight as she pressed her fingers against her temple. exhaustion had scraped her patience thin hours ago, leaving her feeling raw around the edges. every sentence in her draft irritated her. every sound felt slightly too loud. and for some fucking reason she couldn't stop thinking about him and that woman from yesterday.

she heard the soft rustle of papers being set aside before dr. jeon walked closer to her with calculated steps.

"y/n." his voice wasn't particularly stern, just certain to catch her attention. "what's going on?"

she kept her eyes on the laptop screen even after he stopped beside her desk.

“nothing,” she said automatically.

the lie sounded thin the second it left her mouth.

dr. jeon remained standing there for a moment, one hand resting lightly against the edge of the desk while he looked down at her.

"you've been huffing for hours and acting like your laptop wronged you. i'm not stupid, try again."

"i'm just frustrated."

she could feel his attention on her face as she refused to meet his gaze.

"with me?"

she was taken aback by the question. he couldn't possibly know, right?

"wha— no."

"then look at me when i'm talking."

she stared at the blinking cursor while embarrassment crept slowly beneath her skin. she wasn’t usually like this with him. normally she could keep up with whatever this was without letting him see when something got under her skin. she took a deep breath before raising her head.

"this draft is kicking my ass and i have deadlines."

“you also have a functioning nervous system you’re actively trying to destroy.”

she scoffed again before chuckling bitterly. "with all due respect, i don't think it's any of your business."

the words hung in the air longer than she intended them to. the bitterness in her voice surprised even her and for a second, dr. jeon said nothing. he just looked at her.

he then sighed and took his glasses off to rub his face before putting them back on.

"alright. we're doing this, huh? what's going on with you?"

y/n immediately regretted saying it aloud. she was tired, overwhelmed and jealous because she saw the professor she had a stupid crush on with some other woman. she pressed her lips together tightly, trying to force the thoughts back down before they reached her face. dr. jeon was still standing beside the desk, watching her carefully now.

“i’m just…” she started, then stopped immediately and looked away again because she had no idea how to finish that sentence without sounding completely insane. "why do you care?" she said abruptly.

dr. jeon licked his lips before gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"because you're making it my problem."

the touch startled her so badly her breath caught.

warm fingers against her chin, firm enough to guide her attention back toward him but not forceful. the gesture felt dangerously intimate in the quiet lecture hall, especially paired with the low steadiness of his voice. she froze.

his eyes searched hers carefully, concern and something sharper flickering briefly beneath his usual composure.

she just looked up at him with expectant eyes like he could possibly read her mind to save her from the humiliation. his thumb remained still against her jaw, warm and grounding and entirely too distracting. y/n could feel her pulse everywhere at once now—throat, wrists, the space beneath her ribs tightening painfully beneath the weight of his attention.

"you're pissed about something and i really don't think it's the deadlines or the stupid draft, sweetheart."

y/n’s stomach twisted because he was right. and because she had the terrible feeling he already knew that.

she swallowed hard, eyes dropping briefly to the loosened collar of his shirt before forcing herself to look away again. his hand was still lightly holding her jaw, enough that she could feel the warmth of his skin spreading through her entire body like a fever.

the silence stretched and she could feel herself losing the ability to think coherently under his attention.

“i’m not pissed,” she said weakly.

dr. jeon’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

the expression was almost enough to make her crack on its own.

his thumb moved once against her jaw in a slow absentminded motion that completely destroyed whatever remained of her concentration.

"i can't help you if you keep sulking and don't tell me, kid. now, are you going to stop being a brat and tell me what's bothering you?" he said sternly.

okay, she thought squeezing her thighs together under the table, getting scolded shouldn't be getting you this wet.

"i saw you yesterday."

dr. jeon seemed genuinely puzzled. of course she'd seen him yesterday. she had her class, no? she huffed once more like what she was trying to say was the most obvious thing in the world.

"at the coffee shop."

dr. jeon furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand what she was talking about. then he did, his neighbour. he took a deep breath and sighed.

"is that why you've had an attitude all day? because you saw me with my neighbour?"

"neighbour?"

"yes, neighbour. her kid is apparently taking one of my courses."

she felt even more embarrassed now. her getting jealous was one thing, now he knew she was jealous because he had a friend.

"why did it bother you so much?" he sounded curious, his voice low.

she stayed quiet. the silence stretched long enough that he shifted his weight and dropped his hand from her face to place them on his hips with an accusatory look.

“well?” he asked softly.

“it didn’t.” she muttered.

a quiet huff of amusement left him. “again, you’re a terrible liar.”

she closed her eyes for a second. of course she was.

“it's stupid.” she said finally.

“i didn’t say it was.”

“it is.” she swallowed hard. “your personal life shouldn't bother me.”

“no,” he agreed, still strangely calm. “yet you hated seeing me talk to her.”

her cheeks burned hotter.

when she didn’t deny it, the room grew quieter somehow.

"tell me why it bothered you."

the answer sat painfully in her throat.

because lately every small thing about him felt dangerous. because she’d started expecting his attention without realizing it. because seeing someone else have it so easily had made something ugly and sharp twist inside her chest.

"i'm just trying to understand, honey."

again, the newly acquired term of endearment caused her stomach to flip. her lips pulled into a pout.

dr. jeon's hand moved to grip her chin once again, freeing her bottom lip from her upper lip. he sighed, eyes solely focused on her mouth as he swiped his thumb once. he swallowed hard once her lips parted upon his touch.

"you have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

she would speak up and ask him what he meant if she trusted herself to form coherent sentences.

"do you think it's easy watching you come in my class and sit on the front row hanging onto my every word? i've been going crazy telling myself you're too young and my fucking student."

her eyes widened at his words. did dr. jeon just admit thinking about her?

"dr. jeon…" she whispered.

all those weeks of stolen glances across the lecture hall, the way his gaze lingered a second too long whenever she answered a question, the tension she thought she'd imagined — suddenly it all felt painfully real.

"i've been trying not to want you. all this time. and now you come here today with an attitude, adamant on not admitting that you're jealous because you saw me with another woman."

her face burned hot, his thumb still toying with her bottom lip.

"is this what you wanted? you walked in here glaring at me before i even said a word to you because you wanted my attention?"

she weakly nodded, her eyes glazed over with pure want.

he pushed his thumb between her lips, lightly tapping her cheek with the other two. she parted her lips further, taking his thumb in her mouth. she closed her eyes and savored the salty taste on her tongue. dr. jeon's gaze was concentrated on his fingers, how she easily accepted whatever he decided on doing.

his breath visibly slowed at the sight like he hadn't expected her to obey so easily.

her lips were warm around his thumb, eyes shut, expression softening into something that made restraint look painful on him. his gaze stayed fixed on her mouth, jaw tense enough that she could see the muscle tick if she opened her eyes.

"fuck," he muttered under his breath.

the sound alone made her stomach twist.

his eyes flicked back up to hers as she opened them. there was something almost disbelieving in his expression now, like the reality of this moment was finally catching up to him.

"you sit in my lectures looking at me like that," he said, voice rough, "and then you act surprised that i notice?"

heat spread across her entire body at the accusation because she had looked at him like this before. she just hadn't realized how obvious it was. he slowly pulled his thumb from her mouth, and she whined at the loss. whined. he cleared his throat once before pulling back.

"fuck, what am i doing?" he whispered to himself.

she immediately felt the loss of him.

"dr. jeon—"

"don't." his voice cracked slightly before he steadied it. "don't look at me like that right now."

her chest tightened. and despite the distance he'd put between them, his eyes were still fixed on her mouth.

still wanting.

he let out a humourless laugh under his breath, shaking his head once. "i spent months convincing myself this was wrong and that i should get over it. shit, you're like half my age."

that caused her to rub her thighs together again, but this time dr. jeon caught her whole body move. his eyes dropped down slightly.

"you get off on this?" his hand flexed at his side like he was resisting the urge to touch her again.

"c`mere." he mumbled walking toward the whiteboard. she swallowed hard and stood up to follow him.

when she stood in front of him, he pushed her against the board with a soft thud. his fingers gripped her hips as her hands flew to his biceps. he was built firmer than she expected.

"tell me to stop." their noses were nearly touching, his breath hot against her mouth.

"please."

"please what? you want me to keep going or stop?"

her breath caught in her throat.

the board pressed cold against her back, completely opposite to the heat radiating from him. his hands on her hips felt almost possessive.

she could feel the tension in his body like he was one second away from either kissing her or forcing himself to walk away.

"please," she repeated weakly.

his eyes searched hers carefully.

"that's not an answer."

their noses brushed slightly when she inhaled shakily, and the tiny contact seemed to affect him just as much as it affected her. his grip tightened for half a second before easing again.

"tell me what you want." he said softly.

"i want you to kiss me." she whispered.

"that wasn't so hard, was it?"

her heart hammered painfully against her ribs as his gaze dropped to her lips again. this close, she could see the restraint still fighting behind his eyes.

like kissing her meant crossing a line he wouldn't be able to uncross.

his hand slid a little higher along her waist before stopping there, fingers flexing against her side.

"you're going to ruin me." he said quietly.

then he kissed her. it was slow, careful at first.

his lips were warm and softer than she'd imagined, and the second she kissed him back, she felt the controlled breath leave him entirely.

one of his hands moved to her jaw instinctively, tilting her face deeper into the kiss while the other kept her close against him.

the sound he made against her mouth was low and restrained, almost frustrated from how long he'd denied himself this. his teeth sinking into her bottom lip caused her to gasp and he took the opportunity to push his tongue in her mouth.

his hand slid into her hair, gripping softly while the other stayed firm against her waist, keeping her pressed close enough that she could feel how uneven his breathing had become.

every kiss felt like he was trying to savor her while also fighting the urge to lose control completely.

when she shifted against him, he let out a low sound under his breath and finally broke away just enough to look at her.

his lips were swollen and he was breathing hard. then he moved her until the back of her legs hit his desk. he lifted her easily onto his desk behind.

he stepped between her knees immediately, one hand raising to hold her jaw again while the other settled on her thigh instinctively, thumb stroking once through the fabric there.

her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, pulling him back in for another desperate kiss. "half my age," he mumbled against her lips. "my student. this should've stayed in my head."

he pulled back just enough to leave her lips swollen and breathless before his mouth trailed along her jaw instead.

the change made her inhale sharply.

his hand tightened slightly on her thigh as he pressed another slow kiss beneath her ear, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.

"fuck, dr. jeon, please…" she whined, her fingers carding through his disheveled hair.

"patience, kid, i got you."

she should've hated how easily it affected her, but the low reassurance in his voice only made her cling to him tighter.

his lips curved faintly against her skin when she shivered beneath him.

"yeah," he murmured softly. "that's it."

his hand slid from her thigh to her waist again, steadying her when she instinctively leaned closer for more. he kissed the side of her neck once more, slower this time, before lifting his head just enough to look at her properly.

her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, the way she was looking at him like she'd forgotten how to think clearly and it visibly affected him all over again.

his thumb brushed gently beneath her jaw.

"you know how pretty you sound when you say my name like that?" he asked quietly. "had to hold myself back from getting on my knees in class every time you said it. good that i don't have to now."

he kissed her again as his hand travelled down to undo her jeans. he pulled them down with himself when he kneeled between her thighs.

her panties were already wet when he made eye contact with it.

for a second, he just stayed there between her knees, hands gripping her thighs a little tighter like he was trying to remember how to breathe.

“you’re killing me.” he groaned, planting soft kisses to the inside of her thighs. he bit the soft meat which was dangerously close to her clothed core.

“don’t tease…” she whined.

he exhaled sharply through his nose, a quiet laugh laced with nerves. "needy thing," he murmured, but there was no real protest in it.

his hands slid up her thighs slowly, thumbs brushing the soft fabric of her panties. he pressed one kiss right over the covered heat between her legs. chaste at first, just a warm press of lips.

then another. and another.

he kissed her more deliberately now, the softness turning into something hungrier. his hands slipped under the hem of her panties, fingertips grazing bare skin.

"so pretty." he breathed against her inner thigh before pressing an open mouthed kiss right where she wanted him most.

his voice dropped lower, rougher. "you’re gonna let me taste you, baby?"

“yes.” she nodded, nearly whimpering at his words.

with careful, almost reverent hands, he peeled her panties down just enough to expose her completely. the air in the room felt thick and for a moment he just looked at her.

then his mouth was on her.

a slow, wet kiss right where she ached most—soft at first—then bolder. he licked gently through soft folds before finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and giving it a small suck. her breath hitched the second his tongue touched her. one hand fisted in his hair instantly, not pulling hard but holding tight, anchoring herself.

she arched slightly off the desk as he sucked that sweet spot just right. a quiet whimper slipped out before she could stop it.

her other hand braced against the edge of the desk for balance while her hips twitched forward on their own instinct, chasing more contact with his mouth.

he hummed against her, the vibration sending a jolt straight through her core. encouraged by her trembling, he got bolder.

his tongue swirled in slow circles, teasing with just enough pressure to make it good but not too much… at least not yet. he alternated between soft licks and gentle sucking, exploring every inch like he was memorizing how she tasted.

and god, she tasted good.

her breathing turned shallow, each breath catching in her throat as pleasure pooled low in her stomach. she didn’t realize she was rocking against his mouth until it happened again: a tiny, involuntary grind of her hips forward.

he slipped his hand up to hold her hips against the desk, stopping her from moving. her thighs tensed around him, not squeezing to push him away but holding him there like he might disappear if she let go.

"dr. jeon, i— i’m close.”

he hummed between her legs and looked up at her. his glasses were fogged from the heat.

she saw his face. flushed, eyes half-lidded and dark with want behind those fogged glasses. the sight of him like that, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

"don't stop," she whispered shakily, fingers tightening in his hair again.

her thighs trembled around him as the coil inside tightened further. his tongue was now faster over that perfect spot sending sparks behind her closed eyelids as he inserted two fingers inside and scissored her open.

his movement wasn’t rough, but it was deep. and the combination of his curling fingers and the quick flicks of his tongue sent a shockwave through her entire body. before she could stop herself, she came on his tongue with a moan.

he didn’t pull away immediately. instead, he slowed, gentle licks now to ride out the aftershocks for her. he left tender kisses on sensitive skin as she came down from that high.

he finally lifted his head, lips glistening. the glasses still fogged and slid slightly down his nose as he looked up at her.

she was flushed, chest rising and falling fast, eyes still closed like she was savoring the last ripples of it. her fingers had loosened in his hair but hadn’t let go entirely.

without a word, he carefully kissed each of her thighs. the places he bit before. “breathe.” he spoke softly, caressing her hips.

dr. jeon slowly stood up and held his hand between them, two fingers coated in her slick.

“remember the surface swabbing assignment i gave the class?” he mumbled. “maybe you should take a sample from my fingers.”

she groaned, her head falling against his shoulder.

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“y/n, sit down please. also close the door, will you?” she quickly obeyed, not that there could be another notion in her head when she was with him. jungkook didn’t say a word, his eyes gazing over her. he then calmly placed his glasses on the desk as he got up from his chair. the room was too quiet, the only thing that can be heard was his steps as he walked over to sit in front of her.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“need your words sweet girl or are you already too dumb to speak? why so quiet now? you were flirting with those fuckers out there, letting them check you out?” he smirked at her mockingly. she could see the fury and jealousy seeking behind his eyes. she knew the one thing jungkook hated was sharing what was his.

“alright, you’re not gonna speak so be it, bend over.” he ordered as he got up, pointing to the desk with a nod.

when she did, jungkook’s hands immediately flew to her exposed ass; his fingers tracing the lingerie.

“you planned this didn’t you, doll?” his hand caressed her clothed cunt. “you’re already so fucking wet, is it for me or other men?”

“f’you, sir.” she choked out. “hm, but i don’t think they know that this pussy belongs to me.” she moaned at his words, clenching around nothing. “please…” she whined, pushing her hips backwards for some friction. he laughed at her mercilessly. “so needy.” jungkook slowly pulled her lingerie down, letting it fall to floor.

he toyed with her entrance. “already dripping for me, such a whore.” he was too much to handle. her body was hot and she was squirming. it was so empty without the feeling of him inside her. “need you, please…” he hummed quietly, “i don’t think you deserve it.”

his voice was low, something in her brain short circuited when the words spilled from his mouth. poisonous yet so sweet. the need to earn his praise.

“anything, sir, please. need your cock, need you to fill me up.” she whined. “oh, baby… you know you can’t take my cock, need to prep you first. either way you already know you’re not gonna get it so easy.”

“but— but i’m already wet, please.” jungkook sucked his teeth. “you talking back to me? need me to remind you whose in charge here or are you too dumb to understand?” she shook her head. “no, sir.”

“atta girl, that’s what i thought.” his fingers teased her entrance first, then slid inside. she moaned at the feeling, his other hand held her hips in a bruising grip. he moved them for a few seconds before pulling them out again. she shuddered at the loss of his finger. “open your mouth.” his fingers pressed flat on her tongue. she could feel his erection pressing against her ass. “suck, baby.” her tongue spun around his fingers, tasting herself. “such a good whore, doing everything i say. my whore.” she hummed around his digits. he pulled out his fingers from her mouth before speaking. “turn around, doll.”

jungkook didn’t waste a second when she did. he got on his knees and pried her legs open. “no touching until i let you, got it?” he looked up at her with expecting eyes. “yes, sir.” he smirked before leaving a tender kiss inside her left thigh. he started slow with pepper kisses, then biting. still not giving her what she wanted from him. before she could whine the sound died in her throat as he licked a hot stripe up against her folds. he groaned at the taste which sent the vibrations right to her clit. he started licking small and paced laps against her core, causing her breath to come out as short puffs.

one of his arms moved to her stomach to keep her in place as she kept squirming under him. he slowly moved upwards, nudging her clit with his nose. she sucked in a sharp breath as she threw head back. his other hand once again moved to her entrance, pressing the same two digits against it, slowly easing them in.

the sound of his mouth on her bare cunt, and fingers moving inside lewdly accompanied with her moans — which she tried to keep as low as possible — echoed inside his office.

she was close, so close, clenching around his fingers. her hands instinctively moved to his hair, big mistake. jungkook pulled away almost instantly as he slapped her hands away. “what the fuck did tell i you about touching?” she whimpered at the loss of his touch. “i’m sorry— i— i was so close, please.” she cried. “was that my question, doll?” his voice was harsh. “no… no touching.” he nodded slowly. “that’s right, and what did you do?” his brows furrowed as he glared at her. “i disobeyed you.”

he stood up, and started to loosen his tie. “so? if you know what i said, why aren’t you fucking doing it?” jungkook’s words were deliciously degrading. she looked away in embarrassment and mixed emotions. one of his hands went to the back of her head, fisting up her hair to force eye contact. “look at me when i’m talking to you. why aren’t you fucking doing it? so eager for my cock that you can’t even do as you’re told.” tears filled up at her eyes, but she didn’t know if it was because of his harsh words or because he wasn’t fucking her. a mocking smirk appeared on his lips, “you’re crying now? god, such a fucking crybaby.”

“give me your hands.” she extended her hands towards him. he tied them with his tie then pushed her shoulders to lay her down on the desk, her hands above her head.

he finally unbuttoned his pants, pulling it down just enough so he could take his cock out. he held it with one of his hands as the other took hold of her hips. the tip slowly caressed her folds, collecting the wetness. without a warning he bottomed out, eliciting a loud moan from her. his now free hand sprawled on her stomach feeling himself. one of his hands still there, the other moved to her clit; drawing small circles as he started thrusting his hips slowly. she couldn’t help the incoherent words and moans spill from her mouth when he fastened his pace.

“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “gonna leave you leaking with my cum so everyone knows i’m the one breeding this tight pussy.”

the hand on her stomach moved to hold her hair again, harshly pulling it back so he could attack her throat; sucking and biting all over it, leaving his mark. “gonna let everyone know you’re mine and only mine. say it.”

“yours… only yours, sir.” she rambled. she could once again feel the tension build up in the stomach eager to be unraveled. “milking my cock so damn well, baby.” his pace was brutal, not faltering for even a second. “i’m— shit i’m gonna—“ before he could realize, she came. he didn’t stop the movement of his hips, instead roughened the attacks on her clit. “where are your manners, doll? not even asking me if you could.”

“too much— i can’t, too sensitive—“ she whined. “oh, you can and you will.”

the overstimulation was mouth-watering. she kept moaning relentlessly. “that’s it, baby, let everyone in the building know that you’re such a slut that you’re letting your boss fuck you right where everyone could enter.” jungkook was close to his release. with a loud moan he came inside her, still breathless he pulled out to watch his cum leak from her cunt. he pushed some of it back inside before pulling his pants up. jungkook then pulled her up to her feet, untying her hands. he fixed her skirt and hair as he waited for her to come back down to earth. “you okay, doll?” she nodded quickly. he smiled at her sweetly this time.

giving her a small peck on her lips, jungkook walked back his chair. “you can go back to work now, y/n, thank you for your time.” he was back to addressing her formally.

she chuckled breathlessly. she was right about to leave when she realized something was missing. “jungkook where are my panties?” he looked up from his glasses, his gaze dark. a small smirk on his lips which could easily be missed if you weren’t paying attention.

“go back to work, doll.”