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⏾⋆.˚ Kei

Needy and dominant

Truthfully, he gives me the impression that he doesn't kiss often. Like in public his girlfriend is just a close friend and people can't quite distinguish if you two are dating or not. However, once it's just the two of you, he gets rather handsy as his strong hands hold your waist pressed against his or tangle in your hair, kissing you with confident urgency. He's the type to lowly groan when he leans down to meet your height and feel just how much you've been patient for his affection as you kiss him just as eagerly. Kei's kisses are intense and full of want. He enjoys savoring these moments where he can give you his full attention and for those brief periods of time, his entire focus is just the way you feel against him and the only thing on his mind is to bring you upstairs to hold you closer.

"Wrap your arms around my neck."

⏾⋆.˚ Fuma

Gentle and tender

I feel like he'd be super precise with the way he kisses. Fuma is also the type to make it unintentionally obvious that he wants to kiss you as you ramble about your current topic of interest or just about your day and his gaze is just locked on your lips. He mindlessly nods his head and agrees with whatever you say until you call him out on not paying attention to your story. Fuma's eyes finally meets yours as he breaks out in a smile and leans in closer to you. His large hand gently holds the back of head before his lips softly meet yours. It's slow and so certain- like he just had to interrupt to do that. He pulls away with a delighted smile and a small tilt of his head.

"Sorry, pretty. Go on."

⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas

Playful and mischievous

Oh this boy is such a tease. He knows you want him to kiss you, but he makes you say it directly to him. Nico will then proceed to kiss you everywhere except your lips. His lips will be on your wrist, forehead, cheek, neck, behind your ear- all while his hands are sneaking past your lower back. He's satisfied with his antics when he hears a frustrated huff escape from you, he'll finally kiss you properly. His lips crash against yours like a happy puppy returning to its owner. He further teases you by pulling away to analyze your flushed face before diving back in. He's superrr bitey and tugs at your lip with his teeth leaving you breathless.

"Still want more, princess?"

⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo

Soft and affectionate

This girl. He would be super shy while both of his hands cradle your face like porcelain as he tilts his head ever so slightly to perfectly fit his face against yours. All of Euijoo's actions in these intimate moments are featherlight and delicate. When he pulls away leaving trailing pecks along your cheekbone, whispering softly about how pretty you are, his hands stay respectful either at your waist or holding your face unless he is given permission to venture further. A pretty pink hue decorates his round cheeks as he gets more bolder with his grasps all while still sweetly melting into the warmth against your lips.

"Was... was that okay?"

⏾⋆.˚ Yuma

Firm and possessive

Yuma's kisses are forceful and full of uncontrollable passion. He pours all of his emotions and feelings into his kisses- not leaving anything half measured. There's no hesitation behind each kiss. His firm hands hold your waist tight while his mouth moves with purpose and desire against yours. Despite all of the assertiveness and itnesity, there is a certain touch of sweetness in Yuma's kisses as he commits to leaving you both dizzy from shared breaths until all you can think of is each other, even if it means being late to some events...

"Can't wait when it's with you."

⏾⋆.˚ Jo

Shy and clumsy

Jo's kisses are a mix of awkwardness and sweetness. He gets flustered easily and he tends to fumble a little bit before he actually relaxes into the kiss and finds his hands comfortably resting on your waist only after you guided him there. Jo's breath hitches frequently after you boldly slip your tongue into his mouth. He's doing his best to keep up but he's just so so shy :( He slowly starts to gain more confidence and those uncertain kisses gradually grow more steadier as he begins to nip at your bottom lip the same way you did to him. His clumsy hands eventually wander down past your waist to press himself against you even more, demonstrating just how much of an effect you had on him.

"Perfect... You're perfect."

⏾⋆.˚ Harua

Delicate and sweet

He certainly prefers to pepper kisses all of your face before actually reaching your lips! His kisses are so affectionate and light and just so him. Harua pulls back often to smile at you or to brush stray hairs away from your face before catching your lips again in a more deeper kiss. He always builds it into something more intimate as his hand falls from holding your jaw to now sneaking underneath your top to stroke your ribs with his thumb. If you pull back too soon, he will immediately chase yours lips with a soft hum and a smile.

"Where do you think you're going?"

⏾⋆.˚ Taki

Sloppy and playful

Taki's defo the type to say 'thank you' after your first kiss. Poor boy was waiting so patiently for you to kiss him first that he made himself look even more dorky. Now, he initiates most of the kisses between the two of you because he's just so eager and desperate. There's often giggles exchanged between you two while you make out when it's not too heavy because he accidentally clashes his teeth against yours and his tongue is just a little too domineering. It doesn't take long for him to suddenly switch and whine like a pained pup because you called him 'cute' and he just wants you to take him seriously. You can't help it though! Taki's just so adorable as he tries to prove himself through his kisses.

"Baby, don't laugh..."

⏾⋆.˚ Maki

Loving and energetic

Maki is so full of energy and that undeniably bleeds into the way he shows his affection. His kisses are filled with adoration and warmth. The thing is Maki just loves affection. It's primarily about the connection for him. One hand will be gently tilting your face upwards while mumbling praises like 'you're so cute' + 'you make so happy' between each kiss and another hand is rested on your lower back, slipping down a little to grab a handful of you. This boy loves playfully nibbling at your lip or teasingly pulling away just to make you chase his lips.

"So eager, aren't you?"

Kei receiving head :

— Kei leans back his head, eyes closed with a lip bite to hide his groans. His hands continuing to grab or stroke your hair as you continue to suck his morning wood off. The added sensitivity of his still half awake body made the head even more heavenly than it already is. “fuck baby” his raspy morning voice groans. “ssshhit– FUCK! Baby just like that, yeah just like that good girl” his voice gradually getting higher and higher as he draws near to his orgasm. More praises and moans slip out before one particular suck on the head of his cock had him gripping your head in place as his cum paint the inside of your mouth, forcing you to swallow his release. It takes Kei a series of gasps before pulling his cock out of your mouth and continues to jerk off to your face between his legs with your mouth open, eager to welcome his remaining cum. Kei slowly pulls you up and grabs a clean, damp face towel to clean the cum off your face then engulfs you in a passionate kiss filled with giggles and love.

“What a way to start my morning”

Fuma giving head :

— “Fuma! Fuck!” Your hands makes it way into his hair, trying to pull Fuma away from your already over sensitive pussy as he continues to eat you out like a starved man. Feeling your hands try and pull him away, Fuma deepens his face into your cunt, his hands holding thighs tighter away from each other. Every lick, every kiss he did sent electricity to your spine and tightened the knot at the pit of your stomach. Getting conscious of the sound you put your arm on top on your mouth to muffle your moan but Fuma didn’t like that so instead he pressed his face impossibly deeper into your cunt and began tongue fucking your pussy. The sensation made you scream into your hand, Fuma then replaces your hand with his fingers which you gladly welcome and sucked on it. Fuma lifts his face off from your pussy, you thought it was finally over when suddenly his free hand rubs your clit at a godly pace. “Stop fuma, please s-stop FUCK!” you whined against him but it only fell deaf ears. “I’m gonna cum. FUU PLEASE IM GONNA FUCKING CUM!” you frantically tell him. Fuma dives back in to your cunt when you squirt all over his mouth and face. Your thighs shake as Fuma laps it all up.

“I can eat this pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner”

Nicholas receiving head :

— Nicholas tries to break free from his restraints as you take him whole into your mouth, whining and thrashing around as you slowly sucked him off. Getting annoyed at Nicholas restlessness, you gripped his hips and pinned him down. “Stay still nicho or I’m stopping” your threat was met with a whine and sob as Nicholas apologizes with a small whimper. You continue to go down on him, sucking the head, licking every part of his cock that you can reach, bobbing your head at a pace you control all the while Nico’s thighs were shaking. You remove your mouth from him as you take a look at your boyfriend’s wrecked state. His eyes were lidded and tear marks decorated his face, his lips were swollen and red with how much his been biting on them, his chest going up and down as he tries to take a breather from the intense blowjob you just gave him. Feeling satisfied with his state, you take his cock back into your mouth, your pace faster than ever while taking turns of sucking him intensely and jerking off him at a fast pace. Your ministrations knocks Nico out of breath as his arches, letting out the loudest moan of the night. “CUM! im gonna fucking cum” he screams. But you didn’t stop nor did you slow down, you just picked the pace even further. “go on then kitty. Cum.” And with that encouragement Nicholas cums with a loud moan, his head thrown back, thighs shaking. You slowed down your hand that was jerking him off as he takes another breather. Once you see that he finally settles down your strokes started to pick up the pace again.

“That’s only the start kitty. I’m not stopping till your shooting and blanks”

euijoo giving head :

— “Relax for me pretty” he says as he presses your stomach to keep you lying on your back. Euijoo slowly trails his kisses down from your chest to the front your still clothed pussy. He gives you one last look for consent before taking your panties off. Euijoo takes his time, simply only kissing above your area before you whine and he finally eats you out. He starts off gentle, kissing and giving teasing licks, watching your reaction for confirmation that you feel good. When he finally picks up the pace and deepens his tongue into you, your back arches off the bed and pulled his hair, whining his names as he continues eating you out like a starved man. Euijoo slowly gets pussy drunk, as when you tried to pull your hand away from his hair, Euijoo keeps your hand with his as he continues his assault on your pussy. Obeying him you pull on his hair a bit harder when you feel your orgasm coming. “Ju, I’m cumming..” you softly whisper into the room. “cum whenever you want pretty, you did so good for me” his soft praises completely contrast his actions when he goes back to your now sensitive pussy, eating you out faster and harder, now with a drive to make you cum. When you finally reach your climax, you reached with a loud-almost scream like moan as Euijoo didn’t even falter his tongue when he feels you cumming. Your back arches off the bed again pushing his head further into you as he grips your hips when you cum. He finally stops, and you get a look at his triumphant filled face, glistening in your release.

“Can’t believe we waited that long to do this”

but there’s one complication. fuma.

the first time you met him, it was casual — nicholas introducing you with that grin of his, “she’s our friend, she’s one of us, so be nice.” you laughed it off, bowing politely, thinking nothing of it. but then fuma looked up at you, and there was something in the way his eyes softened, the way his smile curved, that lodged itself somewhere deep in your chest.

and now, every time you’re over, it’s the same cycle. you’ll be sprawled on the couch next to euijoo, pretending to care about whatever show he’s got on, but your gaze always drifts. you catch yourself staring — fuma’s hair falling into his face while he laughs at something nicholas says, his hands moving gracefully when he gestures, the little crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he smiles.

you think you’re subtle, but your heart doesn’t seem to agree. it pounds every time his shoulder brushes yours in the kitchen, every time he glances your way in the middle of a conversation.

you never talk much when he’s around. it’s not that you don’t want to — it’s that the words dry up in your throat, your shyness wrapping tight around you like a net. you’ll answer if he asks you something, always polite, but never daring to add more. and then you scold yourself later, lying awake in bed, thinking about all the things you could’ve said.

nicholas teases you sometimes. you’ll catch him giving you that knowing look when your eyes inevitably follow fuma across the room. you’ll hiss at him under your breath, “shut up,” cheeks blazing, but he just laughs, nudging you like an annoying older brother. euijoo isn’t much better, though he’s more subtle about it — the sly smile, the raised eyebrow when fuma happens to walk in and you immediately stiffen.

and fuma? god, you’re convinced he doesn’t notice. how could he? he’s older, more confident, carrying himself with that calm presence that makes everyone around him feel at ease. he’s always kind to you — offering you snacks when he’s cooking, making sure you have a blanket when the dorm gets cold — but you tell yourself that’s just who he is: kind, thoughtful, a natural caretaker, just like he acts with the rest of the group.

still, sometimes you wonder.

like the night you were all playing cards on the floor. you lost spectacularly, and nicholas was making a whole show of it, laughing so hard he nearly fell over. you were hiding your face in your hands, mortified, when fuma’s voice came, low and warm: “don’t tease her too much.” you peeked through your fingers to find him smiling at you, gentle, like he was on your side.

your stomach flipped so violently you thought you might actually throw up.

or the time you were scrolling through your phone on the couch and realized he was sitting across from you, watching something on his laptop. you kept stealing glances, thinking you were safe, when suddenly his eyes flicked up and locked on yours. you froze, deer-in-headlights, and he just… smiled. you looked away so fast your neck hurt, heart hammering against your ribs.

you tell yourself you’re just imagining it. that he probably smiles at everyone that way. but still, it lingers. the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he sees you too.

the crush eats at you in quiet moments. brushing your teeth, you’ll think about what it would feel like if he leaned down to kiss you. cooking ramen with euijoo, you’ll picture fuma wandering in, sliding his arms around your waist, murmuring something low in your ear. you know it’s hopeless, but the daydreams won’t stop.

and the worst part? the longing has started to bleed into everything. when he’s not around, you find yourself scrolling through clips of him, searching his face in group photos, listening too closely when nicholas casually mentions him. when you’re with him, you can barely breathe, trapped between wanting to disappear and wanting to stay forever.

you don’t say a word, it’s safer this way — to keep the crush tucked away in your chest. you’d rather suffer in silence than risk ruining the easy comfort you have with nicholas, euijoo, and the whole group.

still, every time fuma laughs, every time his eyes meet yours across the room, it feels less like a secret and more like a fire that won’t stop burning.

and deep down, a part of you wonders how much longer you’ll be able to keep it hidden.

it happens on one of those nights where the dorm feels too full — laughter spilling from every corner, euijoo and nicholas arguing over some game, music humming in the background. you’re curled up on the arm of the couch, pretending to scroll through your phone, but really you’re doing what you always do: sneaking glances at fuma.

he’s sitting on the floor, legs crossed, shoulders broad even in the loose hoodie he’s wearing. his hair falls forward as he focuses on whatever’s happening in front of him, but he pushes it back with those strong, veined hands, and your chest squeezes tight.

you think you’re being subtle. you always think you are.

but this time, when you look up, his eyes are already on you.

you freeze. caught.

he doesn’t look away. his gaze lingers, soft but steady, like he’s been waiting for you to finally notice. the noise of the room dulls in your ears, every sound swallowed by the sharp, fast pounding of your heart.

you tear your eyes back to your phone, cheeks blazing, hoping maybe he’ll just forget it happened. but then you hear it — your name, spoken in his voice. low. uncertain.

you glance up again, and he’s shifting closer, his large frame moving carefully, like he doesn’t want to startle you. he settles beside the couch, tilting his head up to catch your gaze, his hands resting awkwardly on his knees.

“can i… ask you something?” his words are hesitant, but his eyes are steady, searching yours.

you swallow hard. “y-yeah?”

he looks down for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek like he’s working up the courage. when he speaks again, his voice is softer, almost shy. “why do you… always look at me like that?”

your breath catches.

he must see the panic in your face, because he immediately waves his hands, stumbling over his own words. “ah, sorry, that sounded—i didn’t mean it in a bad way. i just… i notice. sometimes. a lot, actually.”

his ears are red. bright red, glowing against his pale skin. for someone built like him — tall, broad-shouldered, strong — he suddenly looks impossibly gentle, like he’s terrified of pushing you away.

you want to deny it. to laugh it off, to tell him he’s imagining things. but the way he’s looking at you — cautious, hopeful, like he already knows the truth — makes the words stick in your throat.

“i…” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. “i guess… i can’t help it.”

his eyes widen. for a moment, he just stares, lips parted, like the words short-circuited his brain. then, slowly, his expression shifts. his shoulders relax, his mouth curves, and the smallest, shyest smile spreads across his face.

“you… like me?” he asks, voice breaking a little on the last word.

you bury your face in your hands, mortified, but he laughs — soft, breathless, not mocking at all. “ah, don’t hide. please.” he gently tugs at your wrist, coaxing your hands away. “i just… i didn’t think… you’d ever feel that way about me.”

your heart stutters. “why not?”

his smile turns sheepish, his gaze dropping to his lap. “because you’re… you. and i’m… me. i’m not really good at this stuff.” he rubs the back of his neck, clearly flustered, but his words are honest. “i thought if i tried to talk to you more, i’d just mess it up.”

you blink at him, stunned. all this time you thought you were the only one tripping over your feelings.

“fuma…” you say softly, leaning down just a little, “you couldn’t mess it up.”

his head snaps up, eyes wide and shining, and for a moment he just stares, like he’s trying to commit the sight of you to memory. then, very carefully, he lifts one of those big hands and rests it near yours on the couch cushion. not touching, not yet — just close, an unspoken question.

you slide your fingers over his before you can second-guess yourself.

he exhales shakily, shoulders slumping in relief, his hand curling gently around yours.

the noise of nicholas and euijoo carries on in the background, oblivious, but in this little corner of the room, it feels like it’s only the two of you. fuma’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, tentative but tender, and he looks at you with that shy, boyish smile that makes your stomach flip all over again.

“so… you’ll keep looking at me,” he murmurs, voice almost teasing now, though still soft. “but maybe, this time, i can look back?”

your laugh is quiet, nervous, full of warmth. “yeah. i’d like that.”

and when his grip tightens just slightly, anchoring you there beside him, you realize you’re not the only one who’s been quietly longing all this time.

His little run down place looks the complete opposite of comfort. Any regular person would probably struggle to get comfortable enough for sleeping, either bothered by the draft from the window or the threat of spiders who made their home in the corner. But to you, the surroundings feel like him. You're more relaxed here than you are in your own bedroom, and it has everything to do with how safe he's always made you feel.

Every surface seems to hold his mark, either with the repair jobs he's done or the obsessive clean state of it all. Although everything is old and far from perfect condition, it's all been cleaned up as much as humanly possible. There's no off-putting scent either. A faint lemony fragrance circulates the room, keeping everything smelling fresh. Fuma may not have the most lavish place ever, but he won't let himself live in a dumpster.

The bathroom is so small the shower practically falls over the toilet, and although Fuma is quite good with tools, he's forgone proper doors for nearly three years to save a bit of money. The rooms are separated by curtains. Room, might be a better descriptor. The bedroom, kitchen and living room are all combined into one small space barely big enough for 3 people to comfortably move around in. The couch folds out into a bed, one that is constantly covered with an assortment of blankets. They help to keep warm amidst the winter chill. The little portable heater also does its best, but its long since been on its last leg. Fuma is already anticipating the day it'll break down for good.

You're wrapped up in one of the softer blankets—your favourite dark blue one that smells like him. It probably isn't helping with your drowsiness, and being so closely surrounded with his scent only makes you more impatient for him to get back.

The little present you wrapped earlier is sitting forgotten on the top of the counter, placed next to an old box that you have forced yourself to not peek into. You're 95% sure it holds your Christmas present, and you don't want to spoil your own surprise. Fuma will complain if you do, although he didn't do a very good job of hiding it.

Your eyelids are drooping closed when you hear the clamor of the gate opening and then banging shut. You sit up straight. The tiredness leaves your body faster than you can blink, and you're already shoving the front door open by the time Fuma has climbed the steps up to it.

"Hi, baby. Sorry I'm late," he breathes out, and his exhale creates fog because of the chill.

He's in your arms before he can even step inside. It's only when he's engulfed in your warmth that he realizes how cold he was. He forgot to bring a proper coat when he left early that morning, and over the course of the day, his body got used to the chill. It's only when he steps back into comfort that he registers exactly how big the difference is.

It's not just the long day without a coat to keep him warm, but the long day without you. And how many years he had gone not even knowing what warmth he was missing. Luckily, you crashed into his life, generously showering him with as much love as possible. You're bright and excitable and charismatic in every way, and you love things with your entire being; never halfheartedly.

You stall in the doorway for a few moments, both of you too caught up in how nice the hug feels to think of moving inside properly. Some of the cold gets in, but it's of no concern. When Fuma finally pulls away, it's only just enough to put your face in view of his. He still holds onto your waist in a strong grip—one that you predict won't leave you for the rest of the night.

Fuma's smile is the gentlest thing you think has ever graced this planet. The way his eyes nearly disappear into little crescents and his cheeks, all round and rosy, lift up. You adore the way you can see the marks you've left on his face. His smile lines—something you are almost entirely responsible for. What were once subtle and hardly noticeable before because of how rarely he let people see his grin are now one of the first things your eyes are drawn to. And because you are utterly in love with every inch of him, you can't help but reach out to trace his cheek with your fingertips.

"It's cold. We should go in," he mumbles, stopping you before your lips reach his. You sigh and take a few steps back, pulling him along with you. It's only after he's kicked the door shut with his foot that he allows you to corner him against it and get the Christmas Eve kiss you deserve in the last minute of the day.

Your phone alarm rings a minute later, and you pull away, even though it causes Fuma to whine in protest.

"Merry Christmas, Fuma," you grin. It's your first Christmas spent officially together, and although you don't have a fancy decorated place or even a tree, you know you'll remember the day for the rest of your life.

The two of you clinging together by the door, contrasted but still complemented perfectly. You're an unlikely pair, but in Fuma's eyes, there is no one in the whole world he could love more.

"Merry Christmas, princess."

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your entire friendship with lee minhyung was all a blur. well, it wasn’t really. not until recently.

the thin line between friendship and what can only be described as deep-rooted yearning and desire.

it started when he sat a little too close to you during a game of mario kart. funnily enough, you’d never really minded him sitting near you, but the way his skin grazed against yours felt strange. in that moment, it was as if there were only the two of you in the space. the proximity was thrilling, and you felt so much smaller beside him. it made your heart race.

glancing up at him, you stare at his face, trying to figure out what you were feeling. alas, it only made it worse. this heat from deep within your core coiled, this feeling of utter bliss building slowly. it could almost be described as orgasmic.

when he’d won, you turned, mentally readying yourselg for his bragging and insults. but that didn’t happen. all it took was one look at him for that feeling in the pit of your stomach to stir. his long hair framed his face perfectly, his deep, hazel eyes pulling you in, the way his lips curled into a cocky smirk made your heart flutter.

“gotcha,” he said, voice low and arrogant. instead of the usual annoyance that’d course through your veins, you felt oodly drawn to him. it took all your self-control to not lunge at him right there and then. you had to clear your throat and quickly look away to avoid anymore embarrassment.

yet you couldn’t shake this feeling. the way he looked at you, the way he ignited a fire inside you that you now deemed insatiable. you felt damned, unable to claw at the itch this yearning stirred within you.

this torturous thirst, a thirst that claimed your heart, body, and soul– fuck, this tantalising thirst. alas, the only thing that would quench this sickening thirst, was lee minhyung himself.

you needed him badly.

god, sometimes you hated how much you wanted him. how badly you wanted him. to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him. you craved the warmth of his body, the way his skin felt against yours– you wanted him in ways you couldn’t comprehend.

if only he knew how the most sinful thoughts you had were caged behind your self-restraint and respect for the friendship. you held all of it back.

wooje was the only one you could (partially) confide in. he was your closest friend aside from minhyung and didn’t judge you as much as you knew the others would.

“sheesh, that sounds like a nightmare,” he said nonchalantly, offering you some of his water. “so, what’re you gonna do about it?”

you blink comically, sipping slowly. “what d’ya mean?”

he arches an eyebrow, giving you a more judgemental look. “are you going to find a way to tell him? or just keep quiet?”

you sigh, flopping onto the boy’s bed. “i don’t know,” you admit in defeat. “like, what the fuck am i supposed to say? ‘hey, i think you’re hot, wanna hold hands and make out?’ no way,” you huff while wooje lets out an amused snort.

“well, if you don’t tell him about this, your friendship is as good as gone, y’know,” he mumbles, fingers flying across his keyboard as you groan.

“i hate how right you are.”

the boy smirks. “i’m always right.”

rolling your eyes, you’re about to throw a snarky comment back when someone knocks on his door. “come in!” wooje shouts, eyes still fixed on his screen.

you scoff, turning to look at whoever what knocked. and there, stood minhyung in the doorway, staring straight at you.

“what’s up, hyung?” he asks, turning to look at the older male. he notices how he’s fixated on you, and turns to your direction. “ye?”

minhyung snaps out of his daze, apologising under his breath. you cock your head in confusion, wondering why he was so flustered.

looking back at wooje, you’re not surprised that he had turned to you and shoots a mischevious look. the sly grin on his face elicits an eye roll from you, followed by a deep sigh.

“sorry, wooje-ya, i was looking for y/n.”

your head shoots up when he says your name. “me?” you question as he nods, beckoning for you to follow him. “well, guess it’s my lucky day,” you mutter under your breath as the younger male bursts into a fit of laughter.

minhyung is utterly confused when you whack wooje’s head, leaving the boy laughing even harder. “ignore him, let’s go,” you grumble, glaring at the boy one last time before closing his room door. “so, what did you need me for?”

the man looks down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “are you and wooje dating?”

“huh?”

your confused expression is rather amusing to minhyung, but he doesn’t falter. “no, i’m not dating wooje. where is this even coming from?” you ask, waving your hands around.

he lets out a relieved sigh. “now what’s that supposed to mean?” you question, even more confused than before. “what does my dating life have to do with you anyways, minhyung?”

“let’s talk in private, yeah?”

you turn around, ready to kick up a fuss, when you see sanghyeok and hyeonjun standing at the end of the hall. the amused expression on the younger boy’s face has you scowling, but the grin on the older male’s face as he waves at you is perplexing. what on earth was going on?

before you could protest, minhyung had grabbed your hand, pulling you into his own room. “good luck, y/n!” hyeonjun’s voice echoes in the hallway as sanghyeok giggles. “bet they’re gonna…” their voices trailed off after that.

as minhyung closed the door, you sit on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. this was simply nerve-wrecking. what on earth did he want to discuss so privately? you bit your bottom lip as you pondered.

“so…” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you look up at him as he visibly gulps. “i’m sorry that question was so out-of-pocket,” he says sheepishly.

“it’s fine, minhyung,” you clarify. “but why’d you ask?”

he sighs, sitting next to you on his bed. not too close that you were uncomfortable, but not too far that he wasn’t distant. “you gotta promise you won’t judge or laugh at me first.”

you raise your hand awkwardly, as if you were taking an oath as he chuckles. woah, that stirred something inside of you, but you chose to ignore it.

he inhales, still hesitant to speak. you’re about to reach for his hand, wanting to caress his knuckles with your thumb. you want to touch him, but you know that electrifying feeling will only spur you to crave more. you still had some dignity in you (or did you really?)

before your imagination can take you further, minhyung speaks, snapping you out of your daze. “i’ve been feeling these emotions that are so…” he trails off, trying to find the words he needs. “so strong. so confusing. i don’t know what it is, but it’s like a magnetic pull. i can’t help but… be drawn to you.”

oh my god. you swear you’re about to combust right there and then. is your face flushed? you can feel it heating up. oh my goodness, this can’t be happening. you needed someone to pinch you (there’s no one around, so you pinch yourself). ow.

minhyung grabs your hand suddenly and you feel a shiver run down your spine as he let out a soft gasp. oh my god, he was feeling this too.

as he speaks, minhyung slowly moves closer to you, and you welcome it. “you’re gorgeous, smart, talented– and my god, so funny. it hurts to not be with you. i can’t breathe without you near me. god, y/n,” his breath is heavy, eyes glazed.

you’re tempted to lunge forward and take him right there and then, but you hold back, waiting for him to finish.

“i cannot live without you.”

you intertwine your fingers with his slowly, finally letting out that deep breath you had been holding in. “i’m completely in love with you too, minhyung. i thought i was the only one feeling this way,” you confess as his eyes lit up.

“how could you think that?” he asks, eyes big and wide. “i thought i was being painfully obvious.”

“i didn’t want to assume. our friendship meant too much to me,” you admit with a sheepish smile. “god, the tension between us has been killing me.”

minhyung tilts his head awkwardly. “i didn’t know how to approach it. didn’t want to seem like i had inappropriate intentions with you,” he rolls his eyes at the thought. “god forbid.”

he leans back, legs spreading open as he lets out a relieved sigh. you’re doing your best to not stare because the feeling in the pit of your stomach had still not gone. was it disrespectful to be thinking such heinous thoughts after minhyung had just poured his heart out to you?

probably.

you look at his face shyly, trying to gauge a reaction from him. surprisingly, he was staring straight at you, the look on his face setting your stomach on fire.

gulping, you slowly turn around. you had to test the waters. you’d never know otherwise, would you?

“minhyung-ah,” you begin, gripping onto his soft sheets. “would it be okay if we…” you pause, unsure of how to continue.

the smirk on his face turns you on beyond belief and you shudder, trying to compose yourself. “would it be okay if we acted on these feelings right now?”

he leans forward, breath hot. “i thought you’d never ask,” he mumbles, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips.

you lick your lips unconsciously and he inhales a sharp breath. “may i?” you point at his lap hesitantly as he nods, cheeks aflame. scratch that, his whole body was on fire from anticipation.

with a deep breath, you climb onto his lap. “are…” you trail off, gulping nervously. “are you sure you want this?”

minhyung’s large hands slowly slide onto your hips, his breathing ragged. “i’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” he sighs as you cup his face gently.

“fuck, i’ve wanted you for so long,” you gasp, indulging in his burning touch. his fingers traced your hips, admiring you like a masterpiece. “i need you so bad.”

a roll of your hips elicits a moan from guma. “oh my god,” he pants, eyes screwed shut as he tossed his head back. “you’re absolutely gorgeous— fucking perfection,” his voice is raspy and that stirs something deep inside you.

“minhyung, please,” you beg, resting your forehead against his. “fuck, please let me kiss you. please, please, god, i need to taste you.”

he groans, his grip on your hips tightening. “don’t have to ask me twice,” he mutters before lunging forward and kissing you with vigour.

the kiss was addictive. you couldn’t get enough of it. his lips were like a light, intoxicating wine, and god be damned, you’d become an alcoholic for him.

the feeling of his plush lips against yours, his hips jerking upwards for even an ounce of friction— everything was overwhelming. but even with all that, you wanted more. you needed more.

every time you pulled back for air, you’d feel his hot breath against your lips. his large, glazed eyes, the way he licked his lips, still staring at yours, all this made you even more breathless. you knew he wanted more. you knew he needed more. more of you. and this wasn’t just lust, no, it was pure desire. which made it all the more exciting.

“more, please,” he’d pant, staring into your eyes before kissing you again. your nails dug into his shoulders, trying to hold on as he kissed you like his life depended on it. your tongue darted out, slipping between his lips as he gasped. his tongue against yours was soft, but eager, as if he was trying to taste you.

this was insane. after so long, wondering if he felt the same, wondering if the tension you felt was just in your head, you could finally kiss minhyung, touch him, feel him. he was yours. euphoria was an understatement to how you felt.

every time you pulled away, he’d chase after your lips, a whine emitting from his throat. it turned you on even more knowing how much he wanted you.

“god, you’re divine,” he moans, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. “i’d worship you for the rest of your life if you’d let me.”

“you can do whatever you want with me, minhyung,” you shamelessly spew. “as long as you’re by my side– i don’t care.”

he leaned in, breath hot against your skin as he peppered kisses on your neck. you let out a gasp, clutching onto his hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. through this, his hands continued to wander. he caressed your stomach, down to your plush thighs.

the heat that pooled between your legs grew as he fingers traced circles in your inner thighs. “minhyung,” you gasped, holding onto him even tighter.

“shh, just relax,” he whispered into your ear as you whined. “let me make you feel good.”

his fingers inched closer and closer to your clothed core. you unknowingly moved your hips against his touch, yearning and craving for at least a morsel of friction. anything would do right now.

minhyung chuckled as he pulled your shorts aside, ready to work his hands to pleasure you and make up for lost time.

that is, until you’re both startled by the very loud banging on his door. you both jump at the sound, heads whipping to stare at the entrance.

“ya lee minhyung!” hyeonjun’s voice boomed through the door. “we have a meeting to get to!” he shouts as you hear wooje and minseok giggling.

“sorry to interrupt your… personal time,” sanghyeok jokes. “but we have work to get to,” he says calmly. “so your couple time is gonna have to wait.”

embarrassment began to settle in as minhyung groaned, clearly irritated. “i forgot about that,” he muttered, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

you laugh. “it’s okay,” you smile. “we can continue this later, can’t we?” you arch an eyebrow playfully as he hums.

looking up at you, he smiles sweetly. “i love you, y/n. i always will.”

“and i love you, minhyung. no matter what,” you lean in, savouring his lips once again with a smile.

“so did you guys use protection?” hyeonjun’s voice continued through the door. “or did you guys not get to boom shakalaka?”

your entire friendship with lee minhyung was all a blur. well, it wasn’t really. not until recently.

the thin line between friendship and what can only be described as deep-rooted yearning and desire.

it started when he sat a little too close to you during a game of mario kart. funnily enough, you’d never really minded him sitting near you, but the way his skin grazed against yours felt strange. in that moment, it was as if there were only the two of you in the space. the proximity was thrilling, and you felt so much smaller beside him. it made your heart race.

glancing up at him, you stare at his face, trying to figure out what you were feeling. alas, it only made it worse. this heat from deep within your core coiled, this feeling of utter bliss building slowly. it could almost be described as orgasmic.

when he’d won, you turned, mentally readying yourselg for his bragging and insults. but that didn’t happen. all it took was one look at him for that feeling in the pit of your stomach to stir. his long hair framed his face perfectly, his deep, hazel eyes pulling you in, the way his lips curled into a cocky smirk made your heart flutter.

“gotcha,” he said, voice low and arrogant. instead of the usual annoyance that’d course through your veins, you felt oodly drawn to him. it took all your self-control to not lunge at him right there and then. you had to clear your throat and quickly look away to avoid anymore embarrassment.

yet you couldn’t shake this feeling. the way he looked at you, the way he ignited a fire inside you that you now deemed insatiable. you felt damned, unable to claw at the itch this yearning stirred within you.

this torturous thirst, a thirst that claimed your heart, body, and soul– fuck, this tantalising thirst. alas, the only thing that would quench this sickening thirst, was lee minhyung himself.

you needed him badly.

god, sometimes you hated how much you wanted him. how badly you wanted him. to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him. you craved the warmth of his body, the way his skin felt against yours– you wanted him in ways you couldn’t comprehend.

if only he knew how the most sinful thoughts you had were caged behind your self-restraint and respect for the friendship. you held all of it back.

wooje was the only one you could (partially) confide in. he was your closest friend aside from minhyung and didn’t judge you as much as you knew the others would.

“sheesh, that sounds like a nightmare,” he said nonchalantly, offering you some of his water. “so, what’re you gonna do about it?”

you blink comically, sipping slowly. “what d’ya mean?”

he arches an eyebrow, giving you a more judgemental look. “are you going to find a way to tell him? or just keep quiet?”

you sigh, flopping onto the boy’s bed. “i don’t know,” you admit in defeat. “like, what the fuck am i supposed to say? ‘hey, i think you’re hot, wanna hold hands and make out?’ no way,” you huff while wooje lets out an amused snort.

“well, if you don’t tell him about this, your friendship is as good as gone, y’know,” he mumbles, fingers flying across his keyboard as you groan.

“i hate how right you are.”

the boy smirks. “i’m always right.”

rolling your eyes, you’re about to throw a snarky comment back when someone knocks on his door. “come in!” wooje shouts, eyes still fixed on his screen.

you scoff, turning to look at whoever what knocked. and there, stood minhyung in the doorway, staring straight at you.

“what’s up, hyung?” he asks, turning to look at the older male. he notices how he’s fixated on you, and turns to your direction. “ye?”

minhyung snaps out of his daze, apologising under his breath. you cock your head in confusion, wondering why he was so flustered.

looking back at wooje, you’re not surprised that he had turned to you and shoots a mischevious look. the sly grin on his face elicits an eye roll from you, followed by a deep sigh.

“sorry, wooje-ya, i was looking for y/n.”

your head shoots up when he says your name. “me?” you question as he nods, beckoning for you to follow him. “well, guess it’s my lucky day,” you mutter under your breath as the younger male bursts into a fit of laughter.

minhyung is utterly confused when you whack wooje’s head, leaving the boy laughing even harder. “ignore him, let’s go,” you grumble, glaring at the boy one last time before closing his room door. “so, what did you need me for?”

the man looks down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “are you and wooje dating?”

“huh?”

your confused expression is rather amusing to minhyung, but he doesn’t falter. “no, i’m not dating wooje. where is this even coming from?” you ask, waving your hands around.

he lets out a relieved sigh. “now what’s that supposed to mean?” you question, even more confused than before. “what does my dating life have to do with you anyways, minhyung?”

“let’s talk in private, yeah?”

you turn around, ready to kick up a fuss, when you see sanghyeok and hyeonjun standing at the end of the hall. the amused expression on the younger boy’s face has you scowling, but the grin on the older male’s face as he waves at you is perplexing. what on earth was going on?

before you could protest, minhyung had grabbed your hand, pulling you into his own room. “good luck, y/n!” hyeonjun’s voice echoes in the hallway as sanghyeok giggles. “bet they’re gonna…” their voices trailed off after that.

as minhyung closed the door, you sit on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. this was simply nerve-wrecking. what on earth did he want to discuss so privately? you bit your bottom lip as you pondered.

“so…” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you look up at him as he visibly gulps. “i’m sorry that question was so out-of-pocket,” he says sheepishly.

“it’s fine, minhyung,” you clarify. “but why’d you ask?”

he sighs, sitting next to you on his bed. not too close that you were uncomfortable, but not too far that he wasn’t distant. “you gotta promise you won’t judge or laugh at me first.”

you raise your hand awkwardly, as if you were taking an oath as he chuckles. woah, that stirred something inside of you, but you chose to ignore it.

he inhales, still hesitant to speak. you’re about to reach for his hand, wanting to caress his knuckles with your thumb. you want to touch him, but you know that electrifying feeling will only spur you to crave more. you still had some dignity in you (or did you really?)

before your imagination can take you further, minhyung speaks, snapping you out of your daze. “i’ve been feeling these emotions that are so…” he trails off, trying to find the words he needs. “so strong. so confusing. i don’t know what it is, but it’s like a magnetic pull. i can’t help but… be drawn to you.”

oh my god. you swear you’re about to combust right there and then. is your face flushed? you can feel it heating up. oh my goodness, this can’t be happening. you needed someone to pinch you (there’s no one around, so you pinch yourself). ow.

minhyung grabs your hand suddenly and you feel a shiver run down your spine as he let out a soft gasp. oh my god, he was feeling this too.

as he speaks, minhyung slowly moves closer to you, and you welcome it. “you’re gorgeous, smart, talented– and my god, so funny. it hurts to not be with you. i can’t breathe without you near me. god, y/n,” his breath is heavy, eyes glazed.

you’re tempted to lunge forward and take him right there and then, but you hold back, waiting for him to finish.

“i cannot live without you.”

you intertwine your fingers with his slowly, finally letting out that deep breath you had been holding in. “i’m completely in love with you too, minhyung. i thought i was the only one feeling this way,” you confess as his eyes lit up.

“how could you think that?” he asks, eyes big and wide. “i thought i was being painfully obvious.”

“i didn’t want to assume. our friendship meant too much to me,” you admit with a sheepish smile. “god, the tension between us has been killing me.”

minhyung tilts his head awkwardly. “i didn’t know how to approach it. didn’t want to seem like i had inappropriate intentions with you,” he rolls his eyes at the thought. “god forbid.”

he leans back, legs spreading open as he lets out a relieved sigh. you’re doing your best to not stare because the feeling in the pit of your stomach had still not gone. was it disrespectful to be thinking such heinous thoughts after minhyung had just poured his heart out to you?

probably.

you look at his face shyly, trying to gauge a reaction from him. surprisingly, he was staring straight at you, the look on his face setting your stomach on fire.

gulping, you slowly turn around. you had to test the waters. you’d never know otherwise, would you?

“minhyung-ah,” you begin, gripping onto his soft sheets. “would it be okay if we…” you pause, unsure of how to continue.

the smirk on his face turns you on beyond belief and you shudder, trying to compose yourself. “would it be okay if we acted on these feelings right now?”

he leans forward, breath hot. “i thought you’d never ask,” he mumbles, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips.

you lick your lips unconsciously and he inhales a sharp breath. “may i?” you point at his lap hesitantly as he nods, cheeks aflame. scratch that, his whole body was on fire from anticipation.

with a deep breath, you climb onto his lap. “are…” you trail off, gulping nervously. “are you sure you want this?”

minhyung’s large hands slowly slide onto your hips, his breathing ragged. “i’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” he sighs as you cup his face gently.

“fuck, i’ve wanted you for so long,” you gasp, indulging in his burning touch. his fingers traced your hips, admiring you like a masterpiece. “i need you so bad.”

a roll of your hips elicits a moan from guma. “oh my god,” he pants, eyes screwed shut as he tossed his head back. “you’re absolutely gorgeous— fucking perfection,” his voice is raspy and that stirs something deep inside you.

“minhyung, please,” you beg, resting your forehead against his. “fuck, please let me kiss you. please, please, god, i need to taste you.”

he groans, his grip on your hips tightening. “don’t have to ask me twice,” he mutters before lunging forward and kissing you with vigour.

the kiss was addictive. you couldn’t get enough of it. his lips were like a light, intoxicating wine, and god be damned, you’d become an alcoholic for him.

the feeling of his plush lips against yours, his hips jerking upwards for even an ounce of friction— everything was overwhelming. but even with all that, you wanted more. you needed more.

every time you pulled back for air, you’d feel his hot breath against your lips. his large, glazed eyes, the way he licked his lips, still staring at yours, all this made you even more breathless. you knew he wanted more. you knew he needed more. more of you. and this wasn’t just lust, no, it was pure desire. which made it all the more exciting.

“more, please,” he’d pant, staring into your eyes before kissing you again. your nails dug into his shoulders, trying to hold on as he kissed you like his life depended on it. your tongue darted out, slipping between his lips as he gasped. his tongue against yours was soft, but eager, as if he was trying to taste you.

this was insane. after so long, wondering if he felt the same, wondering if the tension you felt was just in your head, you could finally kiss minhyung, touch him, feel him. he was yours. euphoria was an understatement to how you felt.

every time you pulled away, he’d chase after your lips, a whine emitting from his throat. it turned you on even more knowing how much he wanted you.

“god, you’re divine,” he moans, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. “i’d worship you for the rest of your life if you’d let me.”

“you can do whatever you want with me, minhyung,” you shamelessly spew. “as long as you’re by my side– i don’t care.”

he leaned in, breath hot against your skin as he peppered kisses on your neck. you let out a gasp, clutching onto his hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. through this, his hands continued to wander. he caressed your stomach, down to your plush thighs.

the heat that pooled between your legs grew as he fingers traced circles in your inner thighs. “minhyung,” you gasped, holding onto him even tighter.

“shh, just relax,” he whispered into your ear as you whined. “let me make you feel good.”

his fingers inched closer and closer to your clothed core. you unknowingly moved your hips against his touch, yearning and craving for at least a morsel of friction. anything would do right now.

minhyung chuckled as he pulled your shorts aside, ready to work his hands to pleasure you and make up for lost time.

that is, until you’re both startled by the very loud banging on his door. you both jump at the sound, heads whipping to stare at the entrance.

“ya lee minhyung!” hyeonjun’s voice boomed through the door. “we have a meeting to get to!” he shouts as you hear wooje and minseok giggling.

“sorry to interrupt your… personal time,” sanghyeok jokes. “but we have work to get to,” he says calmly. “so your couple time is gonna have to wait.”

embarrassment began to settle in as minhyung groaned, clearly irritated. “i forgot about that,” he muttered, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

you laugh. “it’s okay,” you smile. “we can continue this later, can’t we?” you arch an eyebrow playfully as he hums.

looking up at you, he smiles sweetly. “i love you, y/n. i always will.”

“and i love you, minhyung. no matter what,” you lean in, savouring his lips once again with a smile.

“so did you guys use protection?” hyeonjun’s voice continued through the door. “or did you guys not get to boom shakalaka?”