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“What was that?!”

You turn and look at Jeno, your face scrunched in confusion at the way he’s shouting at you. “What was what?”

With a deep frown, Jeno grabs you by the arm and drags you further away from the room where you were all hanging out together. You had promised the guys you were fixing popcorn and snacks for the movie marathon they had piled up to take part in, but you got the feeling you were about to be gone a lot longer than it would take to pop a bag of popcorn.

“Was it necessary to sit in Jisung’s lap?” Jeno asks finally after he’s dragged you into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness. “Really, Jeno?”

“Yes, really,” He seethes. “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re mine. I don’t share.”

“No, I haven’t forgotten. And that’s still the case. I was just helping him with his game and it was easier to sit on his lap than ask Haechan to move.” You sigh, desperate for him to calm down. You take a step forward, laying your hands on his shoulders. “Babe, please…”

“Don’t babe me,” He mutters, grabbing you by the wrists. His grip is tight, but not enough to truly hurt you. It never is, no matter how mad he can let himself get. “It pisses me off when you act like that.”

“Jeno, I didn’t mean anything by it…”

“That makes it even worse!” He shouts, his face turning red. “You’re totally oblivious to what you’re doing. You think it’s just helping him with his game, but I see it as you practically giving him a lap dance and I just….” He growls softly, releasing his hold on you as clenches his hands tightly into fists. “I can’t fucking stand it, okay?!”

“Jeno,” You say his name as sternly as possible as you take a step towards him, reaching up with one hand to run your fingers along his impossibly sharp jawline. You can’t help but smile, giggling softly as you look up into his raging gaze. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks as he glares down at you. “Really?”

“Yes,” You nod lightly. “Really.”

He laughs humorlessly as his tongue darts out to run across his lower lip, and the sight makes you hungry. “Alright, then.” He mutters, and that’s when he grabs you. You gasp as he whirls you around, nudging you towards the bed, where he bends you over the end of it. He holds your hips tightly as he grinds himself against you, leaning over you so that his breath is hot against your ear.

“Is this what you wanted?” He hisses as his hand reaches up your shorts, his large hand squeezing your bare ass. “Did you want me to remind you that you’re mine?”

You let out a sharp breath as he smacks his hand down against your ass, and you can’t help but arch yourself back into his waiting touch. “Whatever you want to do, I can’t stop you.” You manage to say before he flips you over on your back, crashing a bruising kiss down onto your lips as your hands wind themselves into his hair. You feel him settle between your legs, his hardened cock making itself known even through the fabric of his jeans. You take the initiative to tease him, moving to rub your thigh carefully against his bulge.

“Fuck,” He hisses through clenched teeth as his hands begin to roam your body, palming beneath your shirt before brushing against the crotch of your shorts. You writhe beneath his touch, letting out a moan as he touches you just right. “You like that don’t you?”

You manager to whimper a sound of affirmation as Jeno smirks down at you. He leans up long enough to remove his own shirt before he gets to work on you, sliding your shirt off before working your shorts down your legs.

“If you wanted a reminder, that’s all you had to say.” He murmurs, his breath hot against your thighs and you don’t have time to respond before his mouth descends on your core, his tongue assaulting your clit as his fingers pry between your already wet lips. You cry out, biting your lip to stifle the sound as you tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him close to you as his mouth fucks you into oblivion.

You can feel his smirk against you as he pulls away briefly, kissing your thigh.”Does that feel good?” He murmurs, and when you don’t reply right away he thrusts his fingers harder into you. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” You let out breathlessly, hopelessly writhing against him. “Fuck yes, Jeno, it feels good.”

“Good.” You hear his chuckle before he resumes tormenting you, his tongue moving against your clit in time with his fingers fucking you senseless. You’re a whining, groaning mess as you move in time with him and isn’t long before you feel that familiar burn in the pit of your stomach. You turn your head into the mattress, burying your cries as you cum on Jeno’s fingers, his thrusts slowing as his tongue licks up every bit of your essence.

You feel empty once he moves away from between your legs, your head swimming as he comes up to bruise your lips with a kiss. You taste yourself on him and it’s sinful and arousing all at once.

“I love you, Jeno, you know that.” You murmur as you come down off your high, your hand reaching to stroke the hard bulge in his pants. He groans softly, his face scrunching in pain as he takes you by the wrist and moves your hand away.

You’re staring at a compilation page for the best of the meme of the week on your phone when Jungwoo’s quiet voice distracts you.

“What’s this?” He asks, and as you turn your head to look, his finger pokes you in the cheek, and he bursts out laughing.

“Ouch!” You feign hurt as he erupts into giggles, and you can’t help but watch the way Jungwoo’s hair bounces with the ferocity of his laughter, his eyes crinkling with his smile. “I can’t believe you think that’s so funny.” You chide him.

“And I can’t believe you fall for it every time.” He points out, and you sigh in defeat.

“You’re right, I should really learn you’re not as innocent as you look.” You tease him, and grins up at you.

“I’m an angel.” He pouts, holding his arms out to you, and you toss your phone aside to slide down and envelop yourself in his embrace. He’s warm and soft, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck as his lips brush against your forehead. “It feels like we’re in another world,” He murmurs lazily, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your shoulder. “Hidden away where no one can find us.”

“Then let’s pretend it is,” You whisper softly, pressing light kisses to the side of his neck. He hums softly in response, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. “This is our world and no one can get to us.”

“Not even Doyoung?” Jungwoo asks, and you can’t help but snort.

“Especially not Doyoung.” You reply.

“Even though it was his blanket that helped us finish our fort…” Jungwoo mutters, narrowing his eyes in thought.

“It doesn’t matter. He can’t get to us. No one can.” You move just enough to throw your leg over his waist, straddling him carefully as you entwine your fingers with his. He grins up at you, his face as angelic as ever even as a familiar mischievous glint shines in his dark eyes. He kisses your fingers softly before tugging you down, letting go of your hands in order to tangle his fingers in your hair.

“Well if it’s just us…” Jungwoo begins softly, and he doesn’t finish, not with words. He smiles at you before pulling you down to meet his full, waiting lips, kissing you softly, until his tongue slips between your lips and your responsive moan releases the devil in him. With strength you often forget he possesses, he flips you over onto your back, careful not to bring the whole fort down with the two of you as he settles himself between your legs and lets his hand begin to wander down your body, already arching needily into his waiting touch.

“Jungwoo…” You moan his name as his hand brushes between your thighs, and he shushes you softly, quieting you with another kiss.

“We’re in another world,” He reminds you, his lips curling into a grin against yours. “But I don’t think it’s soundproof.”

You often came to the park as it was on the route you took when walking home from university. Sometimes you walked a few times around the path just to stretch and listen to music, sometimes you sat on the swings and just passed the time like you were a kid again. You had seen him here several times before, and you didn’t deny that he was the reason you had been stopping by more often lately.

You were seated on the swings this time, casually glancing his way when you could. He sat forward with his elbows propped on his knees, a cell phone in hand. He would often glance at it as if to check the time or maybe he was waiting on a message, but he mostly kept his gaze on the kids. You weren’t sure which one was his, but you admired his diligence in making sure not to take his eyes away for too long. 

You reached for your own phone to check the time when you clumsily dropped it. Muttering to yourself, you reached over to retrieve it from the ground when a tiny pair of hands did it for you.

“Here!” The child exclaimed proudly, and you looked into the face of a sweet little boy who couldn’t be older than four years old.

You smiled widely at him, gently accepting your phone from him. “Thank you so much!” You said happily. “That was very sweet.”

“Welcome!” The boy giggled, and you expected him to run off in that funny little way kids often did, but he remained there, looking at you with dark round eyes and a smile on his chubby face.

“Do you need some help?” You asked, suddenly worried he may have been separated from his parents.

He shook his head no and then giggled. It made you giggle, too.

“Ah, Changyun!” A voice called out, and you looked up, your heart lurching in your chest as the striking man jogged over. Even the way he moved was hard to look away from, his long legs closing the gap with just a few strides.

“Daddy!” The little boy in front of you jumped up and down, and the man laughed as he stopped in front of you.

“I’m sorry, he wasn’t bothering you, was he?” The man asked, offering you a smile that would have made your knees buckle if you had been standing.

“No, not all!” You replied with a nervous smile. “He’s been a perfect gentleman. He saved my phone from the dirt.” 

“Oh good, well I’m glad some of the right things are rubbing off on him,” He chuckled softly, raking his hand through his hair. “It’s just him and I, and I work, so I’m always a little worried about stuff like that…” His face flushed as he met your gaze and he took a breath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out.”

You waved your hands in the air, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s fine! Really,” You smiled. “I get it. But if it helps, it seems like he’s turning out just fine.” You said, unable to believe he was single. But this close up, you noticed his ring finger was bare, and it shocked you.

“Thanks,” He laughed softly. “I’m Taeyong, by the way. I hope this isn’t weird but I think I’ve seen you around before so I thought I’d introduce myself. Most of the moms here know me.” He confessed sheepishly.

“It’s not weird. At least, I hope it’s not. I’ve…seen  you around, too.” You admitted. “It’s nice to meet you, Taeyong. I’m (y/n.)”

“Oh, that’s pretty.” He said quickly as if he had blurted it out by accident, but before either of you could say anything else, Changyun began jumping up and down, tugging on the bottom of Taeyong’s shirt.

“Daddy, treat? Pleeeease?” He whined cutely, pointing in the direction of the ice cream cart on the further side of the park.

Taeyong glanced at the watch on his wrist, furrowing his brows. “Okay, I think we’ll have time before dinner.” He answered, taking Changyun gently by the hand. He looked at you again, a sheepish smile touching his pouty lips. “You’re welcome to join us if you want.” 

Your eyes widened, your lips parting in slight shock.

“Yeah! Come on!” Changyun asked with a smile.