although you and maki were just friends, you’ve always been comfortable enough to sleep on the same bed. in fact, you liked cuddling up against him, his body warmth and protective arms always made you fall asleep much easier and faster for some reason.

and tonight was no different.

after a movie night at his apartment, you decided it was best to just sleep over and go home in the morning. but while you rolled around restlessly on his bed, he busied himself screaming away at the massive computer screen that flashed of gunshots and death. something he’d been doing for the past three hours without a care in the world.

all you wanted was to snuggle with him and fall asleep against his bear-like body after such a long week but you knew it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon if that stupid computer was on.

“maki.”

“AHHHH KILL-” the call of his name finally has him turning his head mid scream, eyes wide of curiosity, “yeah?”

“come to bed already, i’m tired.”

“you can sleep first, i still need to destroy this shit with the guys.”

you pout to yourself, annoyed that he wasn’t giving in. but you were just so tired, having not slept properly thanks homework and assignments and of course, not being able to see maki for a whole week.

without much thought, you sheepishly make your way over to where the big kid sat in his gaming chair. you carefully squeeze in between him and the table before settling onto his lap while facing him, even going as far as moving yourself little by little so you eventually straddled him. he’s startled for a moment, the man no longer clicking his life away. he watches in complete silence as you shift comfortably on his lap, your entire body leaning against him now as you lay your head into the crook of his neck.

you and maki had always been close, beyond close to some, but even this was a little too intimate.

“please come to bed... i want to cuddle.”

you can hear the very loud gulp he makes when your ass accidentally brushes over the forming tent inside his sweatpants but he doesn’t dare move.

both nicholas’ and yuma’s voice continues to echo loudly from the headset but maki only responds with was a mere “got to go bro” before abruptly switching off everything. if you knew it was this easy, you would’ve done this hours ago.

although a little hesitant, maki finally places both of his hands at your waist, softly squeezing it to comfort a very tired you.

“lets go to bed then, hm?”

his breath softly hitting your cheeks tells you that he’s dangerously close. there’s a strange feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach, your entire body feels like it’s on fire from from being this close to him.

with his arms securely around your waist, maki stands up with you in his embrace while you snuggled in comfortably. you know this should’ve felt strange... but it didn’t.

and that scared you.

he gently places you down into his soft haven of white sheets before flicking off the lights, switching it with the small lamp on his bedside. the man quickly fills up the space beside before fetching the sheets to cover your bodies. naturally you roll onto your side to get a better look of him and although there’s a lack of light, you could see him already staring at you... but with a look you’ve never seen before.

and nervousness finally kicks in, the uncertainty of what was to come, really starting to mess with your head. you acted so impulsively, a little too shamelessly, without worrying about the consequences.

“i’m sorry for leaving you for so long.”

“it’s okay.”

he scans over your face for a brief moment, eyes darting between your eyes and lips as if asking for permission and in a split second decision, you leaned right in. your mind had barely processed the fact that you were now kissing your best friend, not until you feel him pulling your body closer to deepen the kiss.

there is a very thin line between friends and everything thereafter and by kissing him, you knew there was no going back, that you’ve now crossed into the very grey area you’re both secretly scared of.

but maybe deep down, somewhere in the pits of your heart, it’s something you’ve always wanted and judging by how he’s kissing you back, you have a feeling it was the same for him too.

end.

“i can’t stand him! just look at that fucking face!”

“i mean yeahhh he’s pretty hot,” maki nods as he leans in to look at what you’re staring at. yuma nakakita.

“what- no! i mean look how smug he looks!” you smack your best friend in the chest, a frown dawning your face, “why are you calling the enemy hot???”

“girl you say enemy but i think you just want to fuck him,” your damn friend bursts into a fit of laughter as he states the obvious, “all you do is talk about him, even now when there’s like a hundred other guys around you, you choose to talk about him.”

“whose side are you on mauss?”

“lets be real babe. you know i’m right.”

you storm off like a spoiled brat, unable to accept anything maki had just said because deep down, you knew it was true. that you wanted to fuck yuma.

yuma is hot, the hottest man you’ve met in your entire life. and once upon a time, you might’ve had the tiniest crush on him... until he opened his mouth the first time you met him during class and every single one of his words were like venom, attacking you for no apparent reason.

and you’ve hated him since.

you always questioned why yuma picked on you so much but just passed it off as his shitty personality.

sigh.

hoping to rid yuma off your mind, you pour yourself three shots and down them in record time, like a girl on a mission, to get drunk and enjoy the rest of your night at the frat party.

“they just invite anyone to these parties now?”

that voice. that god awful voice you’ve dreaded hearing all night.

so you ignore.

well try to but yuma being yuma, makes himself comfortable in front of you, entirely blocking your way.

“what the hell do you want?” your voice reeks of irritation but it doesn’t seem to phase the man one bit. looking up, you meet his gaze and almost immediately... you regret it.

because even with this much hatred for him, you still found yourself weak in the knees every damn time he looked at you. you must be sick in the head because it made no sense.

“ouch, who hurt you,” he smirks, mocking you, “always such a bitch.”

“excuse me?”

“let me repeat myself slowly so you can understand better,” he leans in towards you, his face just inches away from yours, “you’re. such. a. bitch.”

“fuck you!”

you know for a fact that he’s trying to rile you up so you had to fight it, to keep calm and just walk away from the situation. the last thing you needed right now was to lose your voice from another screaming match with him in the middle of all these people.

with a sigh, you step around him but he’s quick to block you. again and again, yuma blocks your path until you accidentally bump into him and spill your drink onto yourself, completely drenching your white top.

“are you happy?” you spit at him, venom lacing your tone as frustration seeps through your entire body.

you both stay silent for a moment, no one saying or moving away from the situation or the closeness. your breath hitches when you catch his gaze drop for a split second, to your chest before going back to you.

you wait for the incoming attack of snarky remarks, of laughter, of smirks but nothing comes. instead, the man grabs your wrist and pulls you along, all the way up the stairs. a “prohibited area” for party goers.

“yuma- let go!” you struggle to free yourself from his grasp but he doesn’t budge, not until you’re both standing inside a bedroom that you assume belongs to him. you watch as he pulls out a random shirt from his closet and throws it at you, without a single remark or even a mocking look.

that’s new.

“i-” you can’t help but sound awkward, not knowing how to react to your enemy being slightly nice for once. “l- look away!”

“it’s not like there’s anything to see.” 

“screw you,” you say as you quickly change while the man has his back to you.  

“why are you always such a fucking bitch to me?” he turns back without care but luckily you’re already done changing, much to his dismay, “maybe you need to get dicked.”

“yeah maybe but definitely not by you.”

before you could even turn to leave, yuma grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. the sudden obvious tension in the room is suffocating to say the least but it’s his darkened gaze that has you feeling nervous all over. the look in his eyes is completely unreadable, a stark contrast to the mocking one he usually gave you.

“wh- what are you doing-”

“why not me?” his voice is as low as whisper, the huskiness in his tone enough to send shivers down your spine, “you don’t think i can fuck you good?”

“it’s not that i think you can’t,” you’re unsure why you’re playing into his games again, why you suddenly feel the urge to push his buttons in the most dangerous way possible. “i know you can’t.”

“watch it.”

“and what? what will you do nakakita-”

yuma slams you onto the door the moment those words leave your lips, the man now caging you in with his much bigger frame. one of his hands is resting beside your head while the other is gripped onto your waist, almost as if afraid you’d run away.

“yu-”

his lips were on yours before you could finish his name, kissing you with such urgency, like he’d been waiting for it. perhaps the alcohol you had earlier was finally kicking in, perhaps you were just plain crazy, whatever it may be, you found yourself kissing the man back without hesitation as well.

the kiss is nothing but rough, your bottom lip feels completely numb from how harsh he is being but you don’t care. you wanted more. you wanted nakakita yuma.

“tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop,” he mumbles as he pulls away slightly, just enough for you both to catch your breaths.

“yuma-”

“tell me!” desperation flashes across his eyes as his grip tightens around you, like he wants you to say it. to say that you wanted this too.

“fuck me.”

“what?” he freezes for a moment, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. and at this point, neither can you.

never in a million years did you think something like this would happen, that you’re trapped against the wall by your so called enemy who’s literally begging you to give him the green light. to fuck you.

what a turn of events this is.

“please,” you whisper, hands lacing themselves around his neck to pull him closer, “just fuck me.”

for the first time since you’ve met him, yuma actually looks like he has nothing to say. entirely flabbergasted to his core.

perhaps it’ll be something you’ll both regret tomorrow morning but right now, you both wanted nothing more than this.

because one second you’re grinding each other against the door and the next, you’re lying amongst his soft haven of sheets and pillows with the man himself hovering over. his hands are already busy at your waist, holding it down, his grip even rougher than before.

“y- yuma...” you’re already breathless from the way he’s kissing at your neck, decorating your delicate skin with marks you know will turn a different shade by tomorrow. but that’s a problem you’ll deal with tomorrow, along with maki’s hundreds and hundreds of incoming questions about them.

“hm?” he hums into your skin, “tell me what you want.”

“do something... anything.”

he pauses for a moment to look up at you, eyes drooped over as a smirk appears across his face. that god damn smirk you hated with your entire being.

“this,” the man says as he lifts your jaw up and runs his thumb gently over your lips, “if i knew it’d shut you up, i would’ve kissed you a long time ago.”

“well hurry up then or are you just gonna talk all night?”

and the man didn’t need to be asked twice, immediately going back in to kiss you like he’s hungry, like he had been starved for days on end. he kisses you like he’s desperate for you.

his hand is at the hem of your skirt before you even realised, fingers already creeping its way underneath the flimsy fabric. his touch sends a shiver through you, the coldness of his fingertips although unexpected, feels so unbelievably soft against your skin.

yuma pulls away for a second to catch his breath but his eyes stay on you the entire time, silently watching you react to his fingers finally reaching where you needed him most. you gasp at the feeling of him pushing against your clothed core but don’t push it away, hell you wanted him to rip that shitty piece of material away already!

“yuma...”

“say it again. say my name again.”

“yuma- ah!”

the man yanks aside your panties and pushes into you mid sentence, immediately filling you with two of his fingers. if this is how it felt with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine what his dick would be like later.

he isn’t rough like you initially thought he’d be. instead, the man takes his time with you, allowing you to adjust until you’re comfortable enough for him to move. and when you finally are, he moves slowly, in and out of you ever so gently but enough to have you seeing stars.

you almost pass out when his thumb presses down onto your clit, softly kneading at it as his fingers continued working your core. your insides clench desperately around him then, your body needing more of him. now.

for once you’re thankful for the loud music downstairs because the sounds you were already making weren’t appropriate at all. no matter how hard you held back, moans, whimpers and the soft calls of his name spilled from your lips uncontrollably. like you were going insane.

“i can feel you clenching- fuck-” his voice is lower than usual, almost breathy, “will you let me? let me make you feel so good?”

you try to respond but nothing comes besides another pathetic whimper. so you grab him by the neck instead, yanking him down and kissing him. hard and desperate.

you know he’s pleased with the move, evident in the way he’s instantly grinning into the kiss. and embarrassingly enough, you were grinning too. ear to ear. it’s an unbelievably sweet moment, something you never thought could happen between you and yuma.

yet it’s happening right now and your damn heart is thrashing way too hard about it.

with everything that’s happening, it doesn’t take long before you feel that familiar knot inside, waiting to combust. but you needed that small push, something yuma instantly catches onto and fulfils right away. thank god for that.

his fingers curl inside of you before he fastens his hands, a combination of movements that immediately had you reaching that cloud nine high you were waiting for. your entire body shutters as you finally come, your juices freely making a mess over his hands and the sheets beneath. the embarrassment can wait because you’re currently too fucked out to care.

“look at you, so so fucking pretty for me,” he says as he puts his fingers into his mouth, the very same fingers that were just inside of you a second before. and the very same ones that are dripping with your juices.

if your heart was thrashing before, well it’s just about to pop right out of its socket now thanks to yuma himself.

you’re not dumb, you knew yuma had a way with his words, the man able to get with just about anyone if he really wanted to. but right now, you can’t help but fall for them damn words. the way he’s gazing down at you isn’t helping your case either.

the way he looks at you tonight is different, something you just can’t seem to explain. maybe you’re just tipsy but you swear there was a glint in his eyes, a very slight hint of sincerity in them that you’ve never seen from him before.

“gonna make you feel good. make my pretty girl feel so good.”

gulp.

if it was any other man, you would’ve kicked him in the balls but just something about the way yuma claimed you as his is doing things to you, things you’ve never felt before with anyone else.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

the sudden banging on the door immediately has you pushing up against poor yuma, almost knocking him off the bed.

“don’t worry about it, it’s probably no one-”

“dude are you in there?!” taki screams from the other side of the door as his knocking continues, “somi is looking for you!”

somi?

oh, the cheer captain. the most beautiful girl on campus.

of course she’s looking for yuma.

“hyuna and hyerim are here somewhere too! they were looking for you too! come down soon!” taki says before his voice begins to fade away, just like his footsteps.

“guess everyone wants a piece of nakakita yuma. even you.”

and reality kicks in, an instant reminder that nakakita yuma was a fuck boy, a man whore, your enemy. someone who wanted an easy fuck and almost got it out of you with some sweet words.

“right,” you don’t mean to sound disappointed but you do because you are. it was stupid but a part of you thought there was something more to the kiss, to the touches, the sweet nothings... and especially the look in his eyes. more than just to get his dick wet. but you guess you were wrong.

the smug grin on his face immediately drops once he notices the change in your tone. he reaches out then, in an attempt to grab your arm but you pull away and hurry to straighten out your clothes.

“what are you doing?” he sounds surprised, both his tone and the soft look in his eyes almost makes him seem genuine. but you know yuma, there’s no such thing as genuine for him.

“forget it. this was a mistake,” you scoff and move away from him.

“hey- i was just joking-”

“no yuma, this was a joke.”

and you were out the door, wanting nothing more than to forget about this fucked up fever dream that you needed to wake up from.

to be continued maybe??? tell me what you think 😏

“i... thought ej was picking me up?”

“it was easier for nico to pick us up, we’ll meet the others there,” maki yawns through every word before gesturing to the front, “front seat is all yours, i need to nap.”

of course this would happen to you.

you had planned to stay away from nicholas yet here you were, having to sit beside him for an entire hour ride. and to make matters worse, maki really did pass out in the back seat only two minutes into the drive, leaving poor you and mr grumpy pants practically alone.

you’re thankful though, that nicholas ignores you for most of the drive because after what happened the last two times you both were alone... whatever weird thing those instances were... you just didn’t know how to act around him anymore.

you’re not sure what time of day it is when nicholas suddenly brakes hard, your entire body almost flying out of the seat if not for the seatbelt and the man’s arm that was instantly across your chest, holding you back.

“are you okay?” he asks softly, “sorry, the car in front stopped out of no where.”

although you’re startled by the sudden stop, it’s the look he gives you that truly takes you by surprise. he’s concerned, brows slightly furrowed as he scanned your face for some sort of reaction. it’s as if he’s actually worried about you.

you’re both so busy caught in each other’s gazes to realise that poor maki had half rolled off, the seat belt the only thing holding him back. the boy groans from his position, the sight so amusing that even nicholas ends up laughing.

then you’re back to looking at each other again, realisation seemingly hitting you both at once. the realisation that you’re supposed to be enemies and not laughing together like parents laughing at their big kid.

nicholas is the first to clear his throat, quickly turning back to the road while you try to help maki up the best you could.

with maki now awake, the atmosphere felt a lot lighter. even nicholas seemed more relaxed and honestly, so were you. so much so that you end up falling asleep in the middle of one of maki’s boring stories.

when you do wake, you find yourself in an unfamiliar bed instead of the car, which you assume was because one of the guys carried you in after arriving.

stepping into the eerily quiet hallway, you begin looking around kei’s beautifully decorated beach house. the bastard really was god’s favourite because having that face with that family background was totally unfair. but being his bestie had its perks, one of them being an invitation here for his weekend birthday bash every year.

“oh my god!” you jump back when one of the bedroom doors suddenly open up, with none other than nicholas standing there, “you scared me!”

he looks down at you with his usual unpleased face, evidently annoyed by your current antics. it doesn’t take long before your own eyes go wondering to his arms that peeked through his white short sleeve shirt.

no matter how many times you’ve seen him, you never fail to be in awe at how handsome he was. damn it.

“where’s everyone?”

“the store.”

you leave the conversation and decide to go for a quick dip in the pool before the guys come back. you love them all to death, but they’re such a handful sometimes so you’ll take any alone time that you can.

the huge pool is just wonderful when you get in, the water just right on your skin. it’s the most relaxed you’ve felt in a while, and you were going to enjoy every moment of it by yourself.

...

until you hear the backdoor opening and lo and behold, nicholas wang walks out in nothing but swim shorts. perhaps your eyes are weird because you immediately gawk at his bare torso and those god damn shorts that literally left nothing to the imagination.

why can’t you seem to look away??

he looked so, so good. he always does, but seeing him half naked made your head spin. it’s literally uncontrollable how you immediately feel upon seeing him, like every other time before this. you hate to admit, but the man was starting to have some weird effect on you.

“take a picture while you’re at it.”

“i wasn’t staring at you!” lies, lies, lies and you know it.

the smirk on his lips makes your eyes naturally roll. you try to ignore him, but instead of doing the same, he jumps into the pool as well. he does a few laps as you watched, silently pleased at the view.

you’re taken by surprise when he suddenly stops right in front of you... and looks down at you.

“you really like to watch me. i’ve noticed,” he smirks while running his fingers through his wet hair, droplets falling down the side of his face, down that neck and down that chest.

what a sight.

“relax wang, you’re not that great to look at.”

“seems like you think so.”

“not everyone wants to fuck you. there are some of us who despises you too you know?”

“oh,” he chuckles mockingly, “and which one are you?”

you open your mouth to retaliate but end up splashing water onto him instead. his judgmental reaction has you in immediate chuckles, so you do it again and again until he grabs onto your wrist, his fingers gripped tightly around it to hold you still.

“childish.”

“hey let go-” you barely manage to say but the man pulls you flat against him, your faces now way too close for comfort. he doesn’t say anything but the way he’s staring down at you had you feeling everything at the same time, especially in between your legs.

you feel conflicted, knowing that nothing was stopping you from actually moving away except for your own feet that feel glued in place.

that feeling then rushes back to you, the same one you felt that night in maki’s bedroom. when you both almost kissed. when you waited for him to kiss you.

god you’re so pathetic.

and it seemed like he had the same idea, his eyes never once leaving your lips. every breath, every movement, you both were in sync, both leaning in closer. you could smell him, you could feel his heart beat. you were just way too close.

his lips are now almost brushing against yours, barely a breathe away-

“um.” of course it’s byun-fucking-euijoo who saves the day or in this case... interrupts? “are you guys... swimming... together?”

“i- i was just leaving,” you manage to rid of nicholas’ grip and leave the pool, all in two seconds, something you should’ve done earlier.

you hide away in your room for the next hour with the excuse of napping. until dinner time. everyone is sat around the long dining table, enjoying kei’s cooking and with you strategically seated on the opposite end of nicholas.

“you better not bring anyone home tonight,” yuma glares over at his new roommate maki, “i need my sleep and you’re always too fucking loud.”

“hey! i’m not a slut like kei!”

“hey!” poor kei looks up mid bite, “nico is the one with a new girl every second day!”

of course he is. why are you not surprised to hear such thing about nicholas wang?

you instinctively glance over at said man further down the table and interestingly enough, he was already staring at you.

“well i don’t have to worry about losing any sleep with you as my roommate, right girl?” taki winks at you, “we all know you ain’t getting any.”

“well maybe tonight’s the night,” you daringly stare at nicholas as the nonsense spilled from your lips, “maybe i WILL bring someone back.”

the table erupts in laughter and playful comments but nicholas simply scoffs, again. you know he’s mocking you, silently laughing at you, not with you. so you decide to show him.

and show him you did.

because for the rest of the night while at the club, you really put yourself out there. of course being tipsy really helped you ease into the crowd. you spoke to bartenders, waiters, men who hit on you. even women. for some fucked up reason in the universe, you wanted to show nicholas, you wanted him to notice.

and notice he did.

because for the rest of the night, nicholas’ eyes stayed on you. you knew he sat at the private booth the entire time, hand clutching drink after drink as he watched your every move, your every interaction and every single fake flirty giggle.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was jealous.

it was some sort of silent competition between you two. at what exactly? you’re not sure. the prize? you’re not sure about that either. but it didn’t matter because you were very evidently winning.

“you’re really cute,” a stranger at the bar says loudly as he leans in to get your attention, “do you think i could get your number?”

you don’t even get the chance to respond because someone squeezes in between, creating a barrier between you and the stranger. even in such a crowded and over stimulating place, you immediately knew the familiar cologne.

you immediately knew it was nicholas.

without warning, he pulls you away by the wrist. like he owned you.

“nicholas- let go!”

despite your yells and all the stares, nicholas’ death grip on your wrist stays put, tightening the more you struggled. he doesn’t even give you the chance to object before ushering you into a waiting cab.

it’s quiet the entire way home to the beach house but you don’t want it any other way. you were so tipsy and he was so mad, a true recipe for disaster. so the best option was to stay silent at this point.

what you didn’t understand was why he was so angry, why he suddenly did what he did.

as the man paid the driver, you stormed straight into the home and into the kitchen for some water. it’s then that nicholas also appears, the man silently watching you from the other side of the kitchen bench. like a hawk to its prey.

“you’re so fucking desperate.”

“what the fuck is your problem now?" you slam the glass down onto the counter, almost breaking the poor thing in your hold.

“don’t you get tired? from one man to another?”

“why are you always so worked up over who i talk to? are you jealous? jealous that i don’t give you the attention i give other guys? just say it!”

“jealous?” he scoffs out loud while stepping closer to you, gradually closing the gap between you, “if i wanted your attention, i’d have it.”

“you’re so fucking full of yourself wang.”

having enough of nicholas for the night, you turn away but he grabs your arm, spinning you right back. he pushes you against the kitchen bench, his body immediately caging yours in so you can’t run.

“what the hell nic-”

his lips smash onto yours, instantly destroying any sense you had left. you kiss him right back without hesitation, your arms are around his neck before you even realised what the hell was going on.

every fibre of your body feels like it’s on fire, like your mouth that he’s already exploring with his tongue. he kisses you with so much force that your bottom lip is in pain but you don’t care, you wanted more.

more of nicholas wang.

how you guys went from screaming at each other to this, is a mystery of its own but you’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly in your life. the feeling of his lips, his hands and his god damn body pressed so harshly against yours feels insane.

and to be fair, you think you might just be insane if kissing him felt this right.

the man takes the chance to grab hold of your hips, easily lifting you up around his waist. and you let him do as he pleased.

the feeling of softness on your back tells you he had walked over to the couch, your mind too occupied with his damn lips to notice anything else. he presses down onto you as his hands busily grab at the ends of your skirt, pulling them higher up your thigh.

you were now very aware of it all, of the whole situation, of nicholas fucking wang who’s on top of you.

“ni- nicholas...”

“don’t act like you don’t want this,” he says breathlessly in between kisses, the man more aggressive than before.

he doesn’t say anything else and to be fair, he didn’t need to because you both knew that he was damn right.

“but i need to hear you say it, doll," the pet name rolls off his tongue so naturally, like he has called you that so many times before. you almost crumble to it alone and the man immediately notices, judging from the smug grin that appears on his face. “we can’t continue if you don’t use your words.”

fuck!

“... fuck me. please.”

words you never thought was possible flowed out of your own mouth so pathetically. but you didn’t care. you needed to be fucked by him right now.

“focus. on me.”

and focus on him you did, focusing on how quickly he had your shirt and bra up before diving right in, capturing your nipple with his mouth. the man is rough, sucking you like he’s desperate, like he’s starved. whimpers and the soft call of his name fills the room as he bites down, teeth scraping against your sensitive skin, the feeling unlike anything you’ve felt before.

“nico...” you’re completely breathless, hands weakly grabbing onto his shoulders as he moved onto the other breast.

nicholas looks up to the call of his name but he doesn’t let go, like he wants you to watch him suck you. the sight of nicholas smirking with your nipple in his mouth is unbelievably hot, the hottest thing you’ve seen in your life. you swear you almost came on the spot.

you’re so lost in the moment to realise that he had already rid of his bottoms, leaving himself completely bare below. although there’s barely any light in the room, you know he’s packing, the hard thing smacking into your thigh as he let it free.

oh shit.

“can i put it in?”

you nod before he even finished his sentence, a little bit too eager for what’s next and this made him laugh out loud. with a plop, he lets go of your breasts and moves himself back up, coming face to face with you. it’s insane how handsome he looked even in this lighting but you’ll bring that fact with you to the grave. the man’s ego was big enough, almost as big as his dick.

he kisses you again but it’s gentle this time, like he’s preparing you for what was to come. your body instantly goes tense when you feel his hot tip poking your core through your underwear, the thin piece of material now being the only thing between you and him.

“you’re leaking through.”

just three simple words but it’s enough to make your cheeks flush. it’s so embarrassing, even at a time like this when you’re entirely vulnerable beneath him.

“nicholas please... just do something.”

and he doesn’t need to be asked twice, fingers already at your panties, yanking it aside just enough for him to push through.

it all happened so fast, like the man himself who was now pushing his length inside of you, filling you right to the brim. he’s definitely big, way too big for you to handle. your insides clench hard around him, the sudden feeling of being completely full is driving you to insanity.

“y- you’re so big- i can’t...” your vision blurred quickly, tears threatening to fall from the discomfort and pain. your body felt like it was about to rip in half and wasn’t even his entire length.

“sh... you can,” he whispers lowly and kisses your jaw in an attempt to distract you.

and it works, to some extent, the pain gradually turning to the pleasure you were waiting for. he immediately notices the relaxed expression on your face and continues to kiss you. your ear, your cheek, your jaw, your lips. everywhere he could reach.

as annoying as nicholas was, you’re thankful that he’s taking his time with you, waiting for you to adjust. it’s the bare minimum but not something you expected from someone like him. it’s a rather nice surprise.

“please move...”

and he does just as asked, finally pulling out before thrusting right back into you, almost breaking you in two. the noise that leaves your throat after that is one you didn’t even know you could possibly make, one so breathy, so sinful.

there’s nothing left on your mind, your body completely on overdrive with every one of his thrusts. words are no longer a thing for you both, replaced by moans, groans and the sound of him repeatedly going into you resonating throughout the living room.

it’s so hot, sweat forming in all possible places but you don’t care. hell, you wanted to be as humanly close to this man as possible.

“nico- oh my god-”

a familiar knot in the pit of your core tells you that you’re almost there but not quite. you needed that last push and thankfully for you, nicholas just seems to know exactly how to get you there. your eyes roll to the back of your head when he suddenly angles himself better, hitting you in one specific spot, over and over, edging you closer and closer to your high.

“come on doll.”

and that did it for you.

you claw at his shoulders, eyes now shut tightly as everything becomes too much. your body shudders beneath him as you finally reach that cloud nine high, your mind completely blank, unlike your heart that’s currently beating like crazy.

it’s not long before the man also comes crashing down with profanity and the low calls of your name on his own lips. he fills you, full to the tip with his load, so much so that you could feel bits of it already leaking out onto your thigh and the couch.

nicholas kisses your lips once more before falling flat onto your chest, head resting in the crook of your neck as he lets himself come down from his high. you’re both lying there, silently trying to regain your own breaths and at this point, any sanity left.

because oh my god, you just fucked nicholas.

on kei’s couch!

your brain is screaming for you to get up and leave but with a body this fucked up, literally, you just couldn’t move. and especially not when nicholas is drawing soft circles on your waist with his fingers as if this was the most normal thing to do.

exhaustion finally overtakes you not long after, your eyelids no longer able to stay open. you’re tipsy, tired, sore and just too comfortable at this point so you stay put and drift off to sleep in your enemy’s embrace.

end.

“i wanna stay in tonight mauss, look at my fluffy socks!”

“yes they’re the cutest but you know me. friends never leave friends!” maki claps his hands and ushers you closer towards the front door, “so babe you’re coming! the guys are waiting for us over at kei’s.”

you don’t bother fighting back and just grab a cardigan to leave, knowing maki could so easily throw you over his shoulders and take you down to his car. like he has done so many times before.

before you knew it, you were being bear hugged by a tipsy kei at his front door. it was nice to hang with the guys but the thought of nicholas also being there was slowly getting to you, making you all the more nervous to actually see him.

you had barely seen him during the week, making this the very first time since that drunken night that you’ll be trapped in a small space with him... with no where to hide.

that night in maki’s bedroom was weird but what was weirder was how much it stayed on your mind afterwards.

“you’re in the presence of someone as hot as the great kei but you’re not even focused on me? rude.”

“guess you’re just not that hot then kei,” you chuckle and pinch his cheeks, making him pout. your laughter is immediately wiped off your face by the sight of nicholas standing in the kitchen with the others, the man immediately mirroring your expression once he notices you.

it’s as if you could feel the hatred ooze off of him, the air suddenly tense like the look in his eyes.

“where’s taki?”

the guys point towards the couch where the said boy had apparently passed out long before you even came, having drank way too much way too quickly. and by too much, it was like 3 shots.

“i’m tempted to draw on his face but that can wait,” yuma giggles beside you, like a little school girl, “lets goooooo to the club!”

after relentlessly trying to pry their hands off you, the guys finally let you stay home to babysit taki... but the worst part? your enemy decided to stay home too. yep. nicholas wang. decided to stay at home on a friday night, away from all the alcohol, the potential girls. and with you.

while you got comfortable on the couch with your phone, nicholas stayed in the kitchen at an angle that allowed you both to stare directly at each other.

oh fantastic.

from time to time, you’d look up to see him in the same position against the cabinet, scrolling on his phone too. part of you is curious at why he’s so focused on his screen but you could probably make an educated guess with the way he’s smirking.

“you done staring?”

shit.

“i wasn’t staring. don’t be so full of yourself.”

the man grins at your words, as if seeing right through your lies. but well you were staring... like you had been since you got here. there was something about him, something so enticing that keeps your attention on him despite how much you tried not to.

“the guys aren’t enough for you?”

“excuse me?”

“i say something wrong?” he looks up, his gaze piercing through you, “how many is enough for you exactly?”

and you were quick on your feet, walking over to him faster than you could process. your hands are immediately gripped onto his jumper, yanking him down to your level.

“i don’t know what the hell your problem is nicholas but-"

the sound of taki coughing from the couch immediately shuts you up, afraid the boy would wake up from all the screaming you were about to do. in a split second decision, you pull nicholas by the jumper out to the small balcony and slam the door shut.

“i don’t care if you hate me or whatever the hell it is that you have against me,” you say, glaring up at him, “just leave me alone!”

“if you hate me calling you out then stop your shit.”

“my shit?!”

“you have the guys wrapped around your finger. you act all innocent in front of them, they’re too nice to see past your bullshit but i can. girls like you are a dime a dozen.”

if you were angry before well you were feeling ten times that now, your anger level at its very peak. there was absolutely no point, no point in reasoning with a person who was this thick headed.

it’s like fighting a wall. you just weren’t going to win.

“fuck you nicholas.”

it’s all you could say really, your voice low and trembling. you were tired of his shit, you’ve had enough. there was no way to be civil.

turning around, you go to open the sliding door but find it stuck in place. completely locked.

“no no no no...” you sigh to yourself at the instant reminder of kei’s words when it came to this specific door. that it gets stuck randomly if you slam it too hard.

and slammed hard, you did.

big uh-oh.

“damn it!”

seeing your struggles, nicholas also attempts it but it doesn’t budge one bit. to make matters worse, you remember your phone sitting on the couch and his on the countertop. of course they are, just like your cardigan that’s also lying inside.

the situation just keeps getting better!

you ponder for a second, of waking up taki but the boy was literally knocked out cold. so you go sit down on one of the two lounge chairs instead, shivering to your core because it’s the middle of winter and your current outfit combo of shorts, a t-shirt and cute fluffy socks was just no where enough.

in your peripherals, you see the annoying man also taking a seat, the two of you now sitting in the barely lit balcony in total silence. awkwardly.

and the silence continues on for about twenty minutes, your body now almost giving out from the cold. hugging your knees up to your body could only do so much, providing that minimal warmth before the strong wind almost takes you out again.

something is suddenly thrown at you a moment later, almost knocking you off the seat. it’s nicholas’ jumper from the looks of it, something you confirm when you look over to see him sitting there in a singlet.

“i- i don’t need it,” you throw it back as you say so, every single one of your words broken from how numb your lips were.

instead of a snarky remark like you fully expected, nicholas stands up and forcefully slips his jumper over you, the gigantic thing swallowing you whole. the heat from him being in it a moment before immediately radiates onto you, as if engulfing you into a warm hug from the man himself.

but it’s not the warmth that catches you off guard, it’s his smell. that cologne, the one you’ve been smelling since he arrived. it’s very different from the guys’ scents and unfortunately, you seem to prefer it more.

but you’re bringing that fact with you to the grave though, of course.

“are you crazy? do you know how cold it is? take your jumper back!”

“you should be grateful instead of complaining.”

“you forced it on me!” you look over, only to notice him subtlely shaking. well no shit he was cold, the man was in a damn singlet in this freezing weather!

despite what he said earlier, you did feel bad seeing him like that because of you.

standing up before him, you were about to slip off the jumper when he yanks you down by the hand, spinning you so you end up sitting on his lap. your back is now pressed against his chest with his cold hands slightly resting on your thighs.

the sudden move has you speechless. should you even complain at this point?!

“just sit here. for a minute.”

his voice sends a shiver down your spine, the closeness of his lips to your ear immediately causes your body to go stiff. and not because it’s cold...

it’s awkward. you’re awkward. everything’s awkward. because how were you supposed to act in a situation like this? when you’re literally sitting on nicholas wang’s lap?!

“p- put your hands in here... it’ll keep them warm,” you point to the front pockets and he does it right away, the little sigh that follows tells you that he’s instantly relieved.

you have no idea how long you two sat like that for. 1 minute? 10? 20? who knows, but you were freaking out through the entirety of it. the touching, the closeness, you could literally feel his heart beating against your back.

and that’s not the only thing you could feel...

maybe it’s his drawstrings, maybe it’s his pants bunched up but there’s something hard against your ass... the thing even twitching when you accidentally shift a little too much against it.

the whole situation was wild, like some sort of fucked up fever dream.

“do you want your jumper back now?”

“this is fine.”

that voice. that deep, throaty voice.

gulp.

“are you okay?”

you turn back at his sudden question and it’s instant regret. again. you’re now face to face, lips just barely a breath away from each other’s. it’s absolute insane to find yourself right back into this position, to be this close to him again.

“well, are you?”

“yeah i’m- i’m okay...”

you don’t miss the way his gaze suddenly drops to your lips, then back to your eyes. it’s a split second movement but it’s like he wants you to know, to notice the subtle yet obvious lift of his lips. into a smirk.

“you... don’t look okay,” and his gaze drops yet again but this time, it stays there. everything is much slower this time, his eyes tracing every inch of your face before they finally reach your gaze.

it has you immediately feeling a certain way, every part of your body is screaming at once for you to do something. anything!

banging is what gets your head straight, realising it’s taki at the glass door, his forehead pressed against it. you were up so fast that you almost take nicholas with you but who cares when you can finally get away from him!

“taki can you open the door please?!”

you violently point to the handle, praying that the drunken boy will be sober enough for a few seconds to get it opened. and thank god he does. for once the heavens heard your prayers and decided to bless you.

“lets get you to bed hm?” you aid the tall drunken kid towards kei’s bedroom, hoping to be as far away from nicholas as possible.

and thank god again because for the rest of the night, nicholas stayed in the living room while you stayed in the bedroom with taki, eventually falling asleep yourself, finally bringing this fucked up fever dream to an end.

---

seeing nicholas again so soon wasn’t something you planned for, far from it actually but what can you do when he’s suddenly on your couch one night, staring back at you?

“what the hell are doing here?” your voice switches almost immediately upon seeing him, the man not being there before your bath.

it stays silent for a moment but your intense gazes do enough talking. there’s a very noticeable shift in the air between you and him tonight, still full of hatred but it feels different, especially after that night on the balcony.

you just couldn’t pin point what the difference was.

“i invited him to our movie night,” maki appears from the kitchen with his popcorn and a shit eating grin, “he said he was bored at home so i made him bring us snacks!”

“you could’ve told me first...” you sigh and gaze down to your barely dressed self. shorts, a top and a towel in your hair. it’s nothing scandalous but it’s not something you wanted nicholas to see you in either.

“babe relax, you’re hot as fuck but you’re not nico’s type,” maki bursts out into laughter as if it was the most hilarious thing, the man almost tripping when he sits down beside his friend.

you roll your eyes and sigh again, not looking forward to yet another night spent so closely to nicholas. by force!

the closeness that night at kei’s place, all the touching, nicholas’ soft whispers, the hard thing poking your back... you on his lap. calling the whole thing wild would’ve been such an understatement. fucked up more like it.

“i know what to watch!”

and of course things only get worse when maki decides to put on a horror, a genre you don’t mind but don’t necessarily enjoy either. especially not after the last time when he made you watch one and you couldn’t sleep without a light for a whole week!

“i thought you wanted a chick flick tonight?” you pray that your roommate gets the subtle hint in your tone but of course the dense man doesn’t catch on.

“narrrrh. i heard this new horror is suuuuper scary. unless you’re scared?”

both of them turn to you in sync, both with a smirk on their faces like they’re taunting you.

and you being you, stubbornly agree to it.

on a normal night, you would’ve disagreed from the start but not tonight, not when nicholas is currently mocking you with that stupid smug face of his.

but regret drowns you only 30minutes into the movie, your eyes already squinting at the screen in hopes of seeing less of it (girl logic of course). maki’s extra dumb suggestion of turning off all the lights to intensify the experience wasn’t helping either!

unlike you, the other two beside you on the couch were completely immersed the entire time, acting as if dead bodies and jump scares were thaaaaat fascinating.

“gotta pee,” and maki was out of the room in two seconds, leaving you unprepared and alone with the damn movie and damn nicholas wang.

you weren’t sure which was scarier at this point.

“are you actually scared?”

“no- ahhhh! oh my god!” you squeal just as a jump scare appears on screen, causing you to also jump yourself, “yes yes i’m scared! turn it off!”

nicholas doesn’t miss the chance to laugh at you while doing as asked, switching off the television and leaving you two in complete darkness. great. if the movie was a problem, well this was equally as bad because now you’re both just sitting there beside each other in the dark.

“it’s not that funny,” you throw popcorn at him in hopes of easing the awkwardness, not sure if it actually hit him in the darkness.

“it’s just a movie, you’re so childish.”

“call me childish again!”

although you could barely see anything, you could feel him lean in closer to you. his body warmth immediately surrounds you, almost engulfing you whole as he whispers into your ear. “childish.”

“i swear- oh my god!” you push forward hard but the man ducks, causing you to propel off the couch and literally into the abyss. and in that moment, the most cliched thing you could think of happens.

there you were, lying flat on your living room floor with nicholas’ arm shielding your head from the fall and with the man himself hovering over. your eyes had barely adjusted to the darkness then but you could see one thing clearly, his eyes. those damn beautiful eyes that sparkled down at you.

no one speaks again, the room is almost silent besides your heart that is thumping so hard inside your chest. you just pray that he doesn’t hear it.

“not childish at all. right.”

“shut up,” you push at his chest but the man only snickers, “don’t make me slap you again.”

“do it.”

“get off me or i-”

“why’s your heart is beating so fast?”

shit.

although you don’t see it, you could feel it, the smug grin appearing on his face. the one you hate oh so much.

“what the hell-” the lights thankfully go on along with maki’s voice, the man now wide eyed at the questionable scene before him. “what freaky thing were you two doing in the dark???”

“we- we weren’t doing anything,” you were quick to get up, knocking nicholas over in the process. “whatever. you two watch your movie. i’m going to sleep.”

and you storm off before anyone speaks, the situation almost like a repeat of the night at kei’s apartment. you hated it, hated the fact that weird things like this kept happening to you and nicholas. it’s as if the harder you tried to distance yourself, the worse it always got.

what the hell were you supposed to do now?

end.

“oh my god- did you fall and hurt your head? are you sick?” you overexaggerate every single word, even going as far as faking a surprised expression at the appearance of your roommate at the kitchen entrance, “cause there is no way THE maki is awake at 6am? on a saturday?!”

“ha ha very funny,” he plops into the stool in front of you, a strong waft of alcohol immediately surrounding the area, “don’t make me throw up in your bed.”

“you did that last weekend already! it still smells!”

the man smirks and reaches for your glass of orange juice, downing it all. maki truly looked like a wreck, having drank an ocean’s worth of alcohol just last night. your poor soul had to drag the man all the way home, something you’ve done almost every weekend since becoming his best friend.

that was almost a year ago.

“i’m picking nicholas up from the airport today remember? he’s landing in about an hour.”

“that’s today? mr mauss you cannot drive like this,” you watch as he also reaches for the toast in your hand, chugging most down as if you weren’t in the middle of eating it, “you’re gonna get arrested before you even leave the building.”

“the others are probably drunk somewhere, ej’s busy and fuma is away on vacation so i don’t have a choice.”

“you cannot be next in line in terms of responsibility,” you say and he throws the toast at your head, “i’ll pick him up.”

and you really end up doing so, driving maki’s baby (his car) to the airport, promising to not damage it in any way. you weren’t a bad driver... but you weren’t that great either.

once making it to the airport in one piece, you rush to the arrival gate for the man you were here for. you’ve only seen him in photos so you had a rough idea but going by maki’s description, all you needed to look for was the hottest guy in the airport.

it’s funny actually, how much you’ve heard about this so called nicholas wang, some big shot jock that was accepted into a prestigious school abroad before he even finished high school. the man was every parent’s dream child and ironically enough, every girl parent’s living nightmare at the same time.

“i can’t see him anywhere mauss. has he arrived yet?”

“were you late?”

“well a little but there was a lot of traffic and i had to look for parking!”

“and you drive slower than my grandma but that’s besides the point. look, nico does not take tardiness lightly,” maki’s laughter fills the phone line as you let out a sigh, “so go back to the car. he’s probably waiting there.”

and true to maki’s predictions, nicholas really was waiting in the car park. the man was good looking indeed, his hair dark, like his eyes that are currently staring daggers into your face. for being late.

“hi! nicholas right?” you try your best to give a good impression but judging from his furrowed brows, you know you’re already doing badly. “i’m so sorry the traffic was so bad-”

“keys.”

oh.

“oh- yeah sure,” is all you could mutter as you hand over the car keys and watch him get in. it’s only when he starts the car that you quickly jump in too, figuring he might actually leave you there if you don’t.

the trip home is dead quiet, and although you don’t mind it, the weird tension inside the car made you so uneasy. the last thing you wanted was to create an enemy with the guys’ best friend but... it really is heading in that direction.

he pulls up to fuma’s apartment building not long after (where he’ll be staying) and stops out front. and gets out. without a single word, he simply heads inside as if he didn’t just leave you sitting there, in the passenger seat, with the car still running.

what the hell?

now you were truly annoyed. the man obviously forgot to pack his decency because who acts this way? was this his first time on earth?

you knew exactly what your goal was for the next two months during his visit. to stay away, until he goes back to his prestigious school overseas and out of your life entirely.

but of course having the same group of friends made your plans a little harder to achieve. impossible more like it.

“you have to come tonight! we’re going out to celebrate for nico.”

“you guys go, i don’t want to intrude with your reunion. i don’t even know him.”

lies. you just didn’t want to see nicholas again, not after what happened earlier in the day.

“girl that’s non sense!” maki puts you in a chokehold, almost cutting off your airway in the process, “you’re my bestie and so is he, that makes you both besties by default. you have to be there babe.”

and there you were, standing in front of the mirror, dressed in one of your shortest black dresses. it wasn’t one you initially chose but thanks to yuma, you changed into this one. by force of course.

“holy shit,” yuma gawks at your outfit once you exit your room, his mouth hung wide, “i really have a knack for fashion.”

“yeah thanks, now the whole world can see my ass.”

your words makes the cute man laugh, his arm naturally wrapping around your shoulder to bring you close. it’s then that you spot kei staggering towards you, the tall man almost taking you down when he leans in to hug you.

“my pretty!” kei stutters his words, burping at the end of it, “i was looking for you!”

“sir it is barely 10pm, we’re not even at the club yet,” you brush the hairs out of his face while trying to keep you both up, “and you’re already drunk!”

“not drunk. just... just... not not drunk.”

“heyyyy don’t hog my girl!”

“oh here’s the other light weight,” you mumble just as taki stumbles towards you, almost taking both you and kei down at once. something you’re very used to by now. “who even let them drink this much already!”

“trust me, it was barely a shot each,” your saviour’s voice echoes from behind the rest before he helps detach the two drunks off of you. like he usually does. byun euijoo, your ultimate saviour since day one.

“i love you byun euijoo.”

yuma then pulls you away to the kitchen where you immediately go tense, seeing the one face you were dreading to see tonight. nicholas wang. the guest of honour.

he barely acknowledges your presence, even when you say a quick hello his way. a part of you was hoping his grumpiness was a result of a long flight but looking at his face now, you knew you were wrong.

he just hated you.

and for no apparent reason at all??

“look at you,” maki’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, “you clean up pretty good.”

“why thank you, you look the same all the time mauss,” you cock a brow teasingly, “like shit.”

“you little shit!”

as maki puts you in a headlock, you notice nicholas rolling his eyes and downing a shot in the background. the audacity.

you end up doing a couple of shots yourself, while trying to ignore nicholas’ entire existence. but lets be real, how could you ignore when he looked like that.

a white singlet, some black denims and a god damn leather jacket. it was one of your weaknesses. it’s so casual and normal yet so unbelievably hot on him.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the hype about him but being hot didn’t cancel out the shitty behaviour.

“alright letsgooooo!”

an uber ride later and you’re all inside the night club, sweating and downing more shots thanks to kei’s dad’s precious black card. a god send since the start of college for a bunch of broke new-adults.

you all end up venturing off not long after. some to get ass, some to get drunk and some to get lost on the dance floor. the latter was what you and ej were currently doing. but while doing your usual routine of swinging the man’s poor arm around and jumping up and down, you spot something in the distance. it’s nicholas and he’s staring directly at you even with all these people in between.

he’s at the crowded bar with two girls but he’s watching you. it immediately has you feeling a particular way, knowing you had his attention even with beautiful girls beside him.

you hold each other’s gazes for much longer than what’s normal but no one backs down despite the obvious unexplainable tension brewing from it. you try but can’t seem to decipher his dark eyes, unable to distinguish whether they’re just filled with pure hatred or entirely something else.

“what are you looking at?” ej pulls you closer, “someone you know?”

“no- i just love this song!”

he gives you a questioning look but you leave for the bathroom before smart boy ej could dig any further. because he really would if he wanted to. you love him but he’s too smart for his own good.

the trip to the bathroom was as chaotic as always, with people standing just about everywhere and anywhere. but you were too deep in thought to care, your mind clouded by nicholas and those eyes of his from across the club.

why was he watching you so intently anyway?

of course you being you, don’t pay much attention when you exit the bathroom and walk right into the very man you had been thinking of.

“sorry i-”

nicholas scoffs and walks around you, further adding to your annoyance and growing confusion about him as a whole. it’s funny, that he hadn’t said a single word to you since you met him but all of this staring and glaring did enough of the talking.

the rest of your night is spent looking after maki who was yet again, completely smashed. why he does this to himself, you don’t know but you’ll be giving him an earful tomorrow.

“ugh you’re so heavy mauss-” you smack your best friend, the man passed out on his bed while you’re huffing and puffing, almost passing out yourself beside him.

it was a mission of its own for you to drag him up to the apartment but you’re thankful nicholas was there to help. he was the only sober person left anyway, besides ej of course but he had his own hands full with the others.

although tipsy yourself, you don’t miss the way nicholas rolls his eyes at you before turning to leave the bedroom. the move immediately does something to you, like a switch going off in your head.

straight to anger.

“what the hell was that?” you were speaking faster than your brain could process, your hand already grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving.

he doesn’t say anything but slightly turns his head, eyes on where you’re holding him. you know that look, that mocking, degrading glare he gave you at the airport.

and god did it make your blood boil to a whole new level.

“what is your problem?” you go around to stand in front, glaring up at him, “you’ve been such a dick while i’ve been nothing but nice to you!”

perhaps it’s the alcohol that you’re suddenly braver than usual, shouting and standing your ground. you’re not a pushover, you just never cared enough to ever confront anyone but nicholas wang was truly something else. someone like you’ve never met before.

“no one said you had to be nice to me,” the ends of his lips curve into a smirk, the man now taking taunting steps towards you, “and i’m not obligated to be nice to you. especially with the way you act around the guys.”

“what-” your voice falters as your back suddenly meets with the wall with a thud, “what do you mean by that? how do i act around them?”

“like a litte, desperate slut.”

silence overtakes the dimly lit room as your mouth goes dry. you didn’t expect to be best buds with the man right off the bat, but this was the last thing you thought would happen. for him to degrade you so blatantly and to your face.

“you cling onto them, prancing around a group of guys in your short skirts like a pick me. aren’t you embarrassed?”

slap.

tears form in your eyes, your emotions on overdrive, but the man stayed as he was. smirking, as if getting slapped by you was so amusing.

“look at you, acting.”

your hand naturally goes for another slap, but he catches you this time, his fingers gripping your wrist, so hard that your skin immediately turns red. he watches you struggle out of his grasp, which only tightens the more you moved.

“let go!”

instead of doing as asked, nicholas steps even closer, your body now completely trapped in by his and the wall.

“enough,” his tone is now much lower than before, slightly startling you with the sudden change.

“well someone needed to knock some sense into you-”

your words are immediately forgotten when he suddenly pushes forward again, his hand now resting just above your head. the man is so close that you could feel his heavy breaths against your cheek, so close that you could feel the thump of his heartbeats against your body. you can’t even look up at him anymore but you know he’s watching you, eyes literally burning holes through your face.

and when you do look up, it’s instant regret. one small movement and you’ll end up kissing him... and for some fucked up reason, you were really tempted to. maybe you really were drunk or maybe it’s because of how good those lips looked this close up...

you feel sick and not in a throwing up type of way but because you want him. the man who made your entire night hell, the man who just called you a desperate slut.

it’s not even your fault, especially not when said man looked as good as he did. there was something about him, seeing him this close up, something in his gaze that has your head spinning. the way he’s so focused on you, his dark eyes going from your eyes to your lips so shamelessly. like he wants you to know.

it’s weird, to say the very least, to go from silently fighting all night to this unexplainable hot stare down all in two seconds.

but then he does something you weren’t expecting him to do. leave. the man just leaves you there, leaving the room without another word.

what the hell?

confused, tired, tipsy and now worked up, you plop down on the small couch in maki’s room and fall asleep, hoping to forget tonight’s events.

... and nicholas wang’s god damn lips.

end.

“no invite?” 

the man’s sudden raspy voice, along with arms wrapping around your waist from behind almost gives you a heart attack, proving just how dazed out you were. you had been in the shower for quite some time, only after successfully slipping away from his death grip when he had fallen asleep. so the last thing you expected from the heavy sleeper was for him to be pressed up against you like this.

“you were sleeping,” you wipe away the water in your eyes and turn to the side, just to see maki pressing his lips onto your shoulder, leaving behind a trail of feather like kisses. you can’t help but giggle at his cuteness and reach up to run your fingers through his wet hair, something you knew he loved you doing. “well i’ve been in here for long enough, i’m gonna go get ready for my dinner plans. you keep showering.”

“so you don’t invite me to shower and now you’re abandoning me? i’m upset.”

his playfulness has you laughing out loud but nonetheless, you attempt to slip out of his hold, knowing that you were going to be late to your friend’s dinner plans if you don’t hurry. but his arms only tightens the more you struggle, the stubborn man not letting you go no matter how much you tried.

“maki-”

“don’t go,” his voice is much lower now, a tone you’d only hear inside the bedroom, a tone he very much knew would have you completely weak for him.

a part of you wanted so badly to say no, not because you didn’t want to stay but rather you knew it was better that you didn’t.

what started out as just a casual friends with benefits relationship between you and maki, gradually grew into something you couldn’t control. over time, you found yourself growing attached to the man, often spending most of your free time with him, doing things people would very much consider, couple like. 

and this was what you were afraid would happen, that you’d develop more than just platonic feelings towards your fuck buddy.

seeing a lack of reaction from you, maki then pushes you slightly forward against the shower wall, cornering you in with his body and with one hand now resting beside your head.  

“stay with me,” his lips are at the side of your neck, leaving behind marks that you knew would be visible by tomorrow but you couldn’t care less. not when you were having maki’s lips on you. “stay with me tonight.”

“okay… okay.”

hearing your response, the man quickly turns you around in his embrace and leans right in, kissing you hard and fast like he had been starved for days on end. you naturally let your arms wrap around his neck then, pulling him down closer, much to maki’s liking who’s now smiling sweetly into the kiss.

end.