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i love you all, ive already said a whole mush of things, whether that had been through my collab or just talk to you. thank you for an unforgettable experience and im so happy to know that i found a community on here that was more than accepting. i’ll miss you, but you know where to find me if you ever need to message me for anything. thank you for all the giggles and know that im still going to be stalking yall when im logged out ;) 

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thank you for following me even tho im horrible at updating LMAO theres a lot of you here, so i didnt get the chance to speak to everyone but i hope you all take care as well. thank you for reading and supporting me thus far, i really appreciate it. 

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probably going to cry tonight when i post this because ive been crying a lot lately letting things go and move on. also bc i hate goodbyes hahaha but it must be done. as we grow up, we move on, we start new beginnings. and i hope that this past remains a fun memory for all of us and that you know how special yall have made this experience for me. goodbye my loves!

onward to my new beginnings.... 

You sit up in bed, tossing your phone somewhere on your pillow to rid the distraction. “Absolutely boring. My class was canceled so I’ve just been home alone all day.” Your adorable pout practically makes his knees weak.

“Say, what if you join me in my room? I have some homework to get done first, but then I promise I’ll entertain you.” You catch the slight mischievous twinkle in Johnny’s eyes. Nonetheless, Johnny knows how to feed into your love language too well. 

While the boys may be too much at times, you’ve always enjoyed company at your side. You never ask for anything more than their quality time, knowing that you’d have more comfort just sitting in the same room as them in silence. 

Johnny lends out his hand for you to take and you’re hopping off your bed as fast as you can. His hands are large and a bit rough from frequent trips to the gym, but you loved how they engulf your own. He isn’t the biggest guy in the room, but he definitely lets his presence known. 

Big personality, big heart, big smile, and big…. “What homework do you have?” You clear your throat and Johnny opens the door to his clean room. Unlike Jaehyun and Haechan, Johnny can see the floor of his bedroom. His room has a hint of his cologne still lingering and accents of his favorite things. 

“My professor split us into groups for a proposal project. We have to give a 15 minute presentation on a new pitch for this large corporation.” He swivels in his fancy chair, turning on his monitors to hurry on a video call with his groupmates.

You make yourself comfortable in his sheets, mindlessly going on your phone again. “Hm, sounds important.” 

“Never as important as the weird shit Haechan always talks about.” Johnny jokes and enters the video call with three other people on the screen. One of them is a girl you recognize from a party not too long ago, her brown eyes widened as Johnny turns on his camera. 

“Hey Johnny.” Something about her flirty tone causes you to chuckle to yourself, not caring if she heard you in the back. 

“Hey.” Johnny smiles back, but pays her no extra mind, “Shall we continue on the graphs?” 

The disappointment in the girl’s face is notable. Johnny has always had an entourage of girls waiting to be noticed by him. You’ve stopped keeping track of his and Jaehyun’s body count at this point. Despite his popularity among girls, Johnny genuinely loves spending time with you. 

You and Johnny are friends before anything else. He was actually the one that invited you to live with them, knowing you desperately needed a place and had a budget to stick to. He has helped you with many sticky encounters with unwanted male attention at parties.

Johnny makes sure your voice is heard in a large chatty crowd. He is every introvert’s favorite extrovert. That’s just the kind of person he is. Infectious personality, everyone wanted a piece of that.

Johnny is not the type to flirt with everything he sees, he is actually quite selective and intentional. He found you attractive the moment he laid eyes on you, but the flirting didn’t start until much later in your friendship. He wanted to make sure it was mutual, not wanting to ruin a good dynamic due to his desires. 

Your attraction toward Johnny began when you had moved into the house. Living with Johnny showed you a whole new side to him that you don’t see normally on campus. His preferred attire at home is no shirt with his toned stomach on display and sweatpants that hang low on his hips, a rather large print that dangles whenever he walks.

When Johnny walks, he strides. He walks with a sense of purpose, confident and so sure in every step. He is touchy, but not to the point where it was on the level of Jaemin. Johnny is a respectable skinship type – gentle head pats, light cheek pinches, a guiding hand on your lower back, chin lifts so that your gaze never falls. 

Johnny, your friend from class, became incredibly dreamy and irresistible. Then came the usual greetings: hi tiny, welcome home, how was your day? As if you two lived in a sitcom.

All of which piled onto the incredible person he already is. Nonetheless, the real tip of the iceberg was when you observed the mutual attraction on your own. Johnny loves holding eye contact with someone, he told you he likes making them nervous. So when your gaze started to waver at the new found nervousness that settled in your stomach, Johnny only held on longer. 

You also caught onto his stares when you would walk down the stairs, his dark eyes following your every movement. Johnny played it safe though, making his flirting into actions and expressions rather than verbal affirmations.

You’re smart enough to know that his lingering stares, cute pet names, and chivalrous acts meant something intentional. So somewhere down the line, you two start sleeping with each other. You can’t remember how it happened, just that the next day you could barely walk. 

While Johnny is popular among the girls, you are also heavily sought after by many admirers alike. You have your fair share of one night stands and friends with benefits, but none of them compare to the way that Johnny fucks you into oblivion. Johnny isn’t the jealous or possessive type either, knowing your worth should be acknowledged by others. 

With Johnny, you’re safe to be submissive. You can guarantee that he’d be someone to take care of you the entire time. His dominance in bed is extremely fitting to his character, making his sex appeal more attractive.

After a complete 45 minutes of listening to Johnny speak in academic language and talk about things that do not make any sense to you, he finally ends the call with his groupmates. He quickly turns around in his chair and you think he’s going to finally talk to you.

However, he gets up and heads to the bathroom without a word. You sigh at the false hope and bury yourself in his warm blankets. His aroma fills your nose and your heavy eyelids start to fall over your tired eyes. Maybe you should have taken a nap during his long call.

The close of the door and the shift on the bed causes you to face the man of the hour. Johnny appears without his shirt, the pendant of his necklace lands perfect at his collarbones. Without any words, he pulls you onto his naked torso and rests a sneaky hand on your lower back. “Missed me?” 

“All I heard was you.” You groan, “but you did sound sexy using all those business terms.” 

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, his fingertips gliding against your soft skin underneath your shirt. “Got all wet hearing me talk about KPIs and APRs?” 

“So wet. Why don’t you see for yourself?” Your playful smile is more than inviting. Johnny raises a brow at your suggestive tone. While his ears perk up at your suggestion, he teases a bit.

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, y/n?” He questions, a bit more serious. “Because I don’t think you remember when’s the last time we’ve slept together.” 

“Of course I do.” You scoff, sitting up on your knees and the blankets falling from your shoulders. “Way too fucking long.” 

Johnny laughs at your answer. “So what I’m hearing is that you want me?”

“I always want you.” 

He’s quick to bite back at your response, “then maybe you should come into my room more often, you know you’re always welcomed here.” 

“See, I would do that but you’re so busy.” This back and forth is a game you two like to play. Johnny wants you to practically beg for his attention, but you like when he makes promises to give you more.

“Oh,” Johnny sits against his headboard and crosses his arms. His pecs squeeze together and his biceps bulge against his chest. You lick your lips, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Are you saying that I don’t give you enough attention?”

Your innocent eyes drop from his intense stare, but his thumb holds your chin up and you’re met with a softened gaze. “I promise I’ll make more time for you. Just know that I’d open the door for you whenever you come knocking.” 

“Pinky promise?” You hold your pinky out for the broad man to seal the promise. He laughs at the childish act, but god how he’s hard as fuck in his sweats right now.

“Promise, baby.” Johnny wraps his pinky with yours. With one swift movement, he’s pulling you by the pinky on top of his chest again. You fall against him with a small “hmph” and Johnny dives in for a sweet kiss.

His hot lips are greedy for a taste. Johnny deepens the kiss and his big hands hold your cheeks to keep you steady. Your hands wander around for something to hold onto, knowing how you’re in for a wild ride in a few more kisses. 

Johnny moans into your mouth when your fingers graze the waistband of his sweats. When your instinct is to move your hand away, he holds your wrist and grinds his hard dick against your palm. Your gasp is lost in the kiss, swallowed by the one man that consumes you. 

His bulge grows bigger with every thrust and you’re reminded by the massive size of him. Johnny pulls away and he looks at you with small stars in his pupils. “Can’t wait to see how wet that pretty pussy is for me.”

“Why wait? I’ll show you right now.” Your eagerness causes his heart to swell tenfold. He still sees every ounce of cuteness that you exude, even in the middle of taking off your clothes. While his nicknames may be an exaggeration, he really does find you the cutest thing ever.

When you roll your pants off of your hips, Johnny watches the string of wetness stick from the fabric of your panties to your thighs. He has to hold himself back from pouncing on you. “C’mere and sit on my face, darling.” 

You happily oblige and hover over Johnny’s face. Your eyes meet briefly, grabbing the headboard in front of you to keep yourself steady and balanced. Johnny cups both of your cheeks to help hold you up. He takes his first long lick for a taste and a low groan erupts from his throat, “you taste so good, just dripping all over yourself.” 

He can barely control his desires, bringing your hips down more as he quite literally devours your clit. You jolt from the contact and as much as you move your hips, Johnny’s grip on you is tight. You try your hardest to keep your legs from squeezing together, but Johnny eats you out like he’s starving. 

“Oh my-” You grip the headboard until your knuckles turn white. His tongue enters your warm hole and your juices cover his chin, sliding down the corners of his lips. If you’re not mistaken, the muffled sound of a chuckle catches your attention. 

Looking down, you see Johnny completely engulfed in between your legs and hazy eyes peering back up at you. “I’m going to cum.” You coo softly and Johnny fucks you on his tongue faster.

Your legs shake from the pleasurable feeling and everything inside of you erupts like a cannon. You’re uncontrollably cumming on his face, eyes rolled back and hand gripping the headboard like you’re holding on for your life. His room is full of your sweet sounds as he helps ride out your first orgasm of the day.

Johnny lightly lifts you up and places you with ease on the bed. Your back hits his lovely sheets and he hovers over you, arm wiping your juices from his lips and chin. “How can you be so cute riding my face?” He kisses your cheek, his hand lightly wrapping around your neck. “You make me so hard, I want to fuck the cuteness out of you until you’ve lost yourself.”

His deep voice remains sensual and light — not menacing or threatening. Johnny’s actions are always full of adoration for you, nothing of malice. “Then do it. I want you to. I want to take you whole.” 

Your hands run up and down his abs. He can’t resist you anymore. Johnny is quick to discard his pants and his large dick springs up proudly against his stomach. He gives himself a few pumps, watching your expression turn into lust at the sight of it. 

“You like what you see, y/n?” The usage of your name catches your attention, causing your heart to flutter to his call. He rarely uses your name in bed, resulting in mostly pet names or his usual tiny nickname. Nonetheless, on the rarity of your name being used, it excites you even more. He knows every way to make you all his.

“Yes, Johnny. I always love what I see.” You respond, quite seductively. Johnny smirks, running his tip up and down your entrance. Every few swipes has his tip entering your hole just barely, but you’re really a mess to it all. 

Johnny grunts at how your wetness drips onto his sheets, a dark patch forming like a puddle. Your juices stick to the side of your thighs, emphasizing how much chaos he has caused in between your legs. He positions himself and enters slowly, enough for you to adjust to his size. You're squeezing your eyes shut from the pressure and the stretch. 

His thumb leaves a soothing touch between your eyebrows to ease the tension in your face. Each touch has him pushing deeper into you. However, your hand is quick to halt him at his abdomen and he stops all of his movements. “Should I stop?” He asks with concern, not wanting to overdo anything that could result in pain.

“Johnny,” You breathe, “just give it all to me.” You can tell Johnny was holding back, but the slowness only causes more anticipation and agony. You’d rather him singlehandedly thrust into you, all the chaos to hit you like bricks. 

He takes your wrist from his stomach and pulls your body onto his dick in one fluid motion, until your hips hit and he is practically in your guts. You yelp at how he fills you and you’re shy at how well you take all of him in. “Like this, baby? You take me in so well.” He leans down and you’re awarded a kiss on the lips.

Johnny lifts your body onto him as his back hits the mattress. You lay on top of his big stature, your boobs against his chest, dick still in you and legs now on either side of his hips. He bends his knees, feet planted sturdy on his bed, and drives his dick up into you. 

You quickly grip onto his bicep, wailing at how intensely his tip hits your sweet spot every time. Johnny wraps his arms around your body, hugging you close and keeping you steady. The position is cute, quite lovable as it’s like the two of you are in a warm embrace. All until someone sees his vigorous thrusts into your drooling pussy and your body moving up with every hit. 

Your eyes meet his for a moment. He smooths out the hair from your face to see you clearly and smiles at you. Johnny has the biggest heart for you – it’s all obvious in how his pupils dilate ten times in size when he sees you. “All of a sudden, you want to look at me with your gorgeous gaze?” His voice rumbles your chest and despite how raw his dick is stretching you, he is quite a romantic.

“I’m not cute anymore?” You’re barely able to speak, every thrust causes your voice to tremble and your mind to go blank. Johnny holds your hips down onto his shaft and every rush of wetness wraps around him tightly. You’re shaking yet again as his tip rubs against your insides, kissing every part of your cervix. 

“Fucked all the cuteness of you, my sweet girl.” He plants a wet smooch on your temple, grinding his hips into your quivering body until your nails dig into his skin, marking beautiful moon crescents.

Suddenly, you both hear the front door slam close and hurried footsteps running up the stairs. As you’re frozen, Johnny quickly switches positions and covers the blanket over the two of you. Not that anyone would come barging into his room, but it’s good to be safe. He’s always thinking of your comfort and decency.

You’re back on your back and Johnny hovers over you. His weight is slightly heavy over yours, but the pressure on your chest feels warm and enough to feel secure. Your legs are spread wide for him, as he holds up your knee and pushes it at a bend. Johnny handles you so freely, all the work at the gym paying off in these fortunate situations.

“I’m home, losers!” Doyoung yells. “And so is Jaehyun!” Doyoung’s voice follows with another door slamming shut across the hall. Another set of heavy footsteps run up the stairs and without a word, another door closes. 

“I guess Jaehyun finished his classes early.” Johnny’s mind wonders and you cup his cheeks to focus.

“Where is your mind at right now?” Your stern expression has Johnny laughing, completely entertained by how he is balls deep in you right now and his mind was on why your housemates came home early.

“Okay, tiny. You got me.” His smile brightens up his intimidating demeanor, you’ll never get over how handsome this strong man is. “Let me finish what I started.”

His statement sent shivers down your spine, but you already know what’s to come. His hard dick pulls out, almost all the way, the feeling of emptiness occupying your lower half fast. Johnny pushes back in without another word and fucks you into the future. His rhythmic thrusts are fast and hasty, but enough to feel intense and cause your orgasm to build once more.

“Look at me when you cum.” You don’t have to say it because Johnny literally feels your pussy tighten around him, just seconds from coming undone. You aren’t sure if you’re able to hold eye contact in the midst of you losing your wits, but Johnny doesn’t let it slide. 

As you squirm from the pleasure bubbling in your stomach, he leans forward and lifts your head off the pillow. A large hand to support the back of your head and eyes wide open to see how his big cock enters your pussy with so much ease. 

Every part of your muscles break at this point and you’re moaning at the top of your lungs. You do feel a bit apologetic to the other boys in their rooms, but it has to be an afterthought. Your high comes crashing and crumbling as your cannon shoots out everything you’ve held in. You feel so hot and tense, pleasure leaving your body within seconds all because of Johnny. 

Johnny watches your orgasm, feeling his come a close second after. He pulls out and gives himself a few strokes over your naked stomach. His white streams paint your skin and Johnny’s eyes are full of intensity. 

You both release air from your lungs as fatigue takes over both of your bodies. Johnny reaches over for some wet wipes he stores in his nightstand, cleaning you up and leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. Your giggles only cause him to continue, wanting to hear more of them.

“Since when did you get so buff?” You ask, poking at his arms. He flexes for you, showing off his protruding muscles on display.

“Since I found motivation for the gym.” Johnny helps you get clothed, along with putting on some clean pairs of underwear and sweats. 

“Which is?” 

He joins you underneath the sheets. His arm snakes underneath your head, allowing you to turn your body into his. “To be able to toss you around in bed.” He smirks and you’re already rolling your eyes. “Not that I ever had trouble before, but it’s nice for you to have something hard and solid to grip while I’m fucking the life out of you.”

“Okay, Johnny Suh.” You cover his mouth. “We get it, you’re a big buff guy. You can even toss Doyoung if you wanted to.”

His eyes light up and he sits up with an idea, “should I try?” He gleams, his boyish nature captivating his expression. Nonetheless, Johnny is jumping out of bed and out the door before you can even respond. 

Doyoung’s yells fill the hallway and Johnny is laughing maniacally. The one time Doyoung doesn’t lock his door. “Just let me try!”

“Get your sweaty body away from me! I know what you two were doing in there!” Doyoung shrieks back. 

Oh, how you love living with your boys. You’re thankful that Johnny took you in and truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Through protein powder scattered on kitchen counters and nightly hangouts after long days of classes, you wouldn’t trade laughter with your housemates and the love you all share for anything. 

When you peer out into the hall at the commotion, a smiling Johnny has an angry Doyoung over his shoulder at the door. “I did it, y/n!” Johnny exclaims, even doing squats with the bunny flailing around.

“Put me down, you meathead!” Doyoung kicks his feet, eyes up to the ceiling.

You smile to yourself, a soft chuckle bursting into a robust laughter. “You guys… are so weird.” 

“But you love us.” Johnny points, “isn’t that right, tiny?”

Your usual response would be something sarcastic and hard to get, but you give in this time. 

There are so many names synonymous to Na Jaemin. The party animal. The sly playboy. The heart throb. It’s all about how Jaemin carries himself: confident. He is so sure about himself and everything around him. One thing that is dangerous in this world is a man that knows how attractive he is and plays it to his advantage. 

While Jaehyun and Johnny are making it known that they’re sleeping with girls, Jaemin doesn’t kiss and tell. He also never truly reveals his body count, at least not to you. 

You have always been attracted to Jaemin’s aura, how can someone be so firm and self-assured? He knows exactly what he wants, when he wants it, how he wants it and how he’s going to get it. What is more attractive than a man knowing how badly he wants you? 

Jaemin has always made it loud and clear how attractive you are inside and out, constantly showering you with compliments, pick up lines, and undivided attention at home when he is home. You secretly wished that he would be home a bit more often, just simply by how fun he is to be around and the tunnel vision he has around you. 

Do you actually drive him insane when you wear your tight jeans around him or does he drive you crazy with his light feathering touches that linger a bit too long? 

The lingering touches of fingertips when he catches your hand, or when you pass by him casually. The playful tap on your butt to greet you, followed with a loving back hug. Jaemin does not shy away from physical attention. The pet names that he calls you so sweetly always make your heart skip a soft beat. He just always knows what to say to make you flustered. 

“Happy to see me?” He answers back with a sly grin. Jaemin tilts his head in a teasing manner, exposing his neck to reveal a small hickey sitting under his jawline. Your thumb lightly grazes over the dark spot and Jaemin quickly catches your wrist.

“It seems like your hook up probably booted you home.” The sarcasm in your voice is piercing and your hand falls from his grip. His jawline tightens at your attitude.

“I chose to come home to spend time with my favorite girl.” His knuckles rub gently against your cheek.

“One of many, is that right?” You scoff, pushing yourself off and his heat quickly falling from your body. Although you and Jaemin have never established anything serious or exclusive, he treated you so specially that it did hurt to know he was sleeping around with other girls or chased after women like how he did with you.

He calls your name, following after you into your room. “You know you’re my favorite, always will be.” The door shuts, as he slyly clicks the lock on your door.

“So other girls can mark you in obvious spots, but I can’t?” Your arms are crossed, weight barred on one leg as you face the half naked boy. Jaemin looks absolutely irresistible at this moment. His sweats hang low on his hips, his dark devilish eyes peeking through his locks that makes his smile all the more menacing. 

“You’ve never tried. I’d let you do anything to me.” He spreads his arms out as an open invite for you to fall right into them, but you hold your ground. “Would you let me?” 

Jaemin walks around to sit on the edge of your bed in front of you, legs spread open and elbows resting on his knees. He looks up at you, lightly pushing his bangs out of his face. His doe eyes are just quite mesmerizing and convincing. “It depends. I don’t know if I’m down for anything.” 

His sneaky hands run up your thighs, your skin feels smooth underneath his fingertips. Your knees practically buckle under his touch, and you could falter any minute under his gaze. “Would you let me put a baby in you?” You know he’s joking, but the drop in his tone causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You say that all the time.” Jaemin pulls you onto his lap, with your back against his chest and his lips lining kisses along your neck. His needy hands roam around your body, squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt.

“And how do you reply every time?” His whisper dances on your hot skin. His scent is so intoxicating that you’re practically swimming in his aura. 

As his hands slide down your stomach and into your shorts, you moan out a breathy “yes.”

Jaemin presses at your clit through your underwear and the pressure is barely teasing at the seams. You wanted more, as if the taste was at the tip of your tongue and you just wanted it to consume you. 

“That’s right, baby.” You can feel his smirk on your shoulder, as his fingers pinch at your nipples through your shirt and his knuckle runs down your clothed pussy. “I’m going to fill you up to the brim.” 

You’re a squirming mess under his spell, he knows all your sweet spots so well that he never needs to second guess himself. “Please, need you right now.” Your whimper makes him turn into goo, looking at you with lust filled eyes and heart swelling in his chest.

His warm hand slides into your panties, and his fingers dance along your skin so delicately that you’re wiggling against him for some friction. Jaemin tsks, “sweetheart, patience.” 

“You are such a tease.” You scoff, but Jaemin is quick to silence you as his fingers slowly swirl at your wetness.

“And you are quite excited tonight.” His smirk is against your shoulder, his lips line your skin with soft kisses. “Have you missed me?” Jaemin slicks your sensitive bud with your juices, rubbing at it with enough pressure to send electricity through your veins. 

When you don’t answer fast enough, Jaemin rubs faster. “You missed me, haven’t you? You’re practically on the edge and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” His dark heavy whisper is hot in your ear and you’re slightly embarrassed at how your legs are shamelessly shaking at his loving circles on your clit.

Your gasps fill the room, “of course I missed you. You’re barely ever here.” Your mind is so intoxicated on the intense pleasure, clouded with lust and the building urge to release. His sweatpants are so thin that you can feel his prominently hard dick grinding against your ass, knowing how hard he’s holding back. 

“I’ll stay home more often for you.” His other hand squeezes your boob, pinching lightly at your nipple. “Fuck you more often.” 

You are so close, but you didn’t want to cum without his dick in you. “Please fill me up. I’m so close.” You’re begging at this point and Jaemin moans heavily at the movement of your needy hips.

Jaemin stands you up and quickly discards your clothing, turning you around to face him fully naked. The genuine smile on his face could be mistaken for cockiness, but he kisses your stomach and gazes up at your confused and aroused expression.

He holds your dangling arms steady by your wrists, “you’re so pretty, kitten. I can stare at you all day.” His proclamation is incredibly bold, but your heart beats faster than anything you’ve ever felt. This is his forte. You can’t remember the amount of times Jaemin has caused you to go speechless from his charming words. 

“Enough staring, touch me.” Your timid voice is still quite assertive and Jaemin chuckles rather darkly. His stare travels down your pouty lips, the soft bite marks lining your neck, your painfully erect nipples, and your dripping pussy. 

“I haven’t had enough yet.” Jaemin taunts, palming himself in his gray sweats. His bulge protrudes through the thin material and it makes your mouth water. He notices your eyes trailing off, not that you were hiding the fact that you were looking at his dick. “I guess you haven’t had enough either. Why don’t you try touching me?”

You gulp the pooling saliva and blink up at him, “you are seriously driving me crazy.” Your voice is so small and desperate. Jaemin is charming you into insanity, he knows his gameboard too well. 

“But babygirl, let’s not forget all the moments you prance around the house in your leggings or those jeans that are so fucking tight against your beautiful body.” He picks up your chin, lips lightly against your cheek. “I lose my mind every time. So, I guess this is payback.” His fingers drop too quickly, leaving you high in anticipation for more than just a light kiss on the cheek.

“You’re supposed to be the one to make it up to me.” You can’t tell where the brattiness in your voice suddenly came from, but it definitely intrigued Jaemin even more. “For all the times I had to take care of myself… alone because you were out at another stupid party.” 

Jaemin hums at your grumpiness. “You’re right. I haven’t taken care of my kitten in a long time. Why don’t you lay your pretty ass down and show me just how you do it?”

Your heart drops to your stomach at his words. Nonetheless, Jaemin looks serious as he pulls up your desk chair to take a seat at the edge of the bed. “You want me to..--”

“I want you to show me how you touch yourself, angel.” The tone of his voice is stern and rapsy, but his smile is tender and sweet. “Lay down, (y/n).”

And so you do, you don’t wait another second laying down on the bed. Your back sinks into the mattress and before you know it, Jaemin is hooking his arms underneath your thighs to pull your body closer toward him. Your heels dig into the comforter and your pussy is spread open for his viewing. 

As you snake your hand down your body, you feel vulnerable on display for Jaemin. Your heart beats against your chest heavily and you close your eyes to imagine every nasty thought. The moment your finger swirls around your clit, your breath hitches and Jaemin groans at the sight. Jaemin was right, you were so wet and he has yet to even do anything. 

It is the perfect sight of pleasure, submission, and arousal. He can’t believe how long he has been holding himself back. A part of him does feel guilty for always being away and for making you feel as if he doesn’t pay attention to you. You are the one person that he always reminds just how special you are to him. 

While he has other flings, they don’t compare in the level of tenderness, love and care Jaemin puts into his time with you. You know him on a more personal level, given that it was easier since you two were housemates. Nonetheless, he genuinely values you as a friend and as a special individual. Jaemin can spend hours admiring and worshiping you. Just give him the look.

Jaemin rolls his sweatpants down his hips and onto the floor, his dick slapping against his lower abdomen. His tip is an angry red, leaking with all his juices. He sits back down and the entire time, his eyes never leave the sight of your hand rubbing your sweet bud. 

Your body feels so hot and the more pressure you press against yourself causes your high to come closer. Your soft moans escape your parted lips and your legs begin to twitch. When you open your eyes, you see Jaemin pumping himself lazily with half-lidded eyes immersed in the image of you. 

It turns you on even more that you and Jaemin are getting off to each other. He can see your fingers flicking faster, chasing your climax. Your eyes squeeze shut again from the pleasure building in your stomach. “I’m going to cum!” You could barely hear yourself from your heart beating so loud in your ears.

Just as your knees are about to close, Jaemin quickly pushes them apart. His hot hand holds down your thigh and your back arches as he suddenly inserts himself into your tight cunt. You both moan at the connection and your eyes are wide open. Your hands fly to grip the sheets from the immediate stretch. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good for me.” 

His hips thrust into you so deeply and the room is filled with the gushy noise of slick juices. Almost immediately, your walls squeeze around his thick cock. Jaemin holds onto your wrist, guiding you back over your clit. “Don’t stop. Keep touching yourself.” He sounds out of breath. 

He builds a rhythm, driving your bodies to connect closer. Jaemin fucks you hard, but full of desire and carefulness. You’re a mess underneath him, hand moving faster to chase after that sweet escape. His hands explore your boobs, tenderly fondling them as each of his thrusts push you up against the frame of your bed.

“You’re just perfect in every way.” He leans down to leave a soft kiss along your neck. His hot grunts fill your ears and his hips drive deeper into your pussy. Your back arches as he hits that spot and your fingers almost fly in the air from the sudden shock of extreme pleasure. “I know you’re holding back.” 

You call his name, “what? You don’t want me to?” Your throat feels dry and your chest rises and falls rapidly. 

“No, give me everything you got.” Jaemin holds your hips in place, moving against you with the same pace and consistency as before. The stimulation from both your clit and his thrusts send your toes curling into the sheets. Your mind goes completely fuzzy and the tower that had been building up so high in your lower abdomen begins to crumble. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” You announce, your hands gripping the blankets into tight fists. Your legs shake uncontrollably around Jaemin’s waist, but he is soaking up every ounce of this scene before him. The grip on his dick tightens and he feels so close to his release.

“Baby, I got you.” He coos softly as you run your high. Your legs tremble as he softly rubs at your overly stimulated clit, stopping his hard thrusts for shallow ones. “You make me so hard, (y/n).”

“Give it to me, Jaem.” His ears perk up at your statement. It’s as if stars brighten his dark gaze at the sound of your consent. “Put a baby in me.” 

His eyes glance down briefly at the way your needy hips move on his tip. “I have been waiting all night to hear those filthy words come out of your sweet mouth.” He smirks, putting your legs against your chest. Jaemin ensures that your glistening pussy is exposed and opened up for him.

Jaemin places his weight on your legs, caging you in such an intimate position underneath him. The moment his long shaft thrusts forward, your jaw hinges open at how incredibly deep he was reaching. You could practically feel him in your gut. 

“I’m gonna fill you right up, princess.” Jaemin was moaning a little louder. He was so close, his dick twitching inside of you. “Gonna put a baby in your sweet little cunt.” His pants grow heavier and his movements become sloppy. 

With a final moan, Jaemin shoots his load deep into your pussy. Your gasps fill the air, feeling his hot cum painting your slick walls. The grip on your hips finally releases and Jaemin is recovering for air after that significant ejaculation. 

His voice is raspy from the long night. “Let me get you cleaned up.” You feel empty when Jaemin pulls out, but his cum spills out of you rather quickly. “Damn, baby. I haven’t fucked you like that in a long time, huh?”

Jaemin truly looks ethereal with beads of sweat down his chest and veins on his arms prominently on display. His smile brightens the hazy room, as he squats down to wipe you up with a tissue. His gentle kisses cover your inner thighs. “Forgot what you were missing out on.”

“No, I could never forget someone as incredible as you.” Jaemin says it so casually that it could be mistaken as a friendly comment. He was your housemate with words of affirmation clearly being his giving love language. These charming words come to him so naturally that it’s hard to figure out if there was any genuinity in it. 

“Right. Add me to the roster while you’re at it.” You hit him playfully with your pillow. Nonetheless, Jaemin quickly stops you and stares at you with a very serious glare.

“I’m serious. You mean a lot to me, I want you to know that.” For a split second, your heart pounds in your ears and time stops as you gaze into his eyes. “Enough to put a baby in you.”

You’re quickly dragged back down to reality, pushing his hands away from you. “Yeah, thanks for the reminder that contraceptives are very helpful.” You roll your eyes, grabbing your articles of clothing and quickly slipping everything back on.

Jaemin chuckles, pulling you up from the bed to walk you back to the bathroom. As you two enter the dark hallway, light peeks from underneath the door of the bathroom. A slight buzzing noise can be heard on the other side. 

Just as Jaemin is about to knock, Doyoung’s voice is muffled in response. “Don’t even think about coming in here.” 

“I think women and children should be given bathroom priority, Doyoung.” Jaemin winks at you, leaning against the door to hear the flustered boy on the opposite side. 

“You’re actually despicable.” Doyoung mutters. “Let me brush my teeth in peace for once.”

Even now, he found himself working at a boba shop while attending college. But next door was a trap of a bakery. Every morning he’d open the shop, the fresh smell of sugar, caramel and chocolates would waft from the bakery and it would always feel like a good omen, a precursor of how the day was going to go. 

He was a lucky man. Occasionally, the workers from the bakery would come and trade drinks for their sweets. His favorites were the chocolate chip cookies, a classic that always warmed his heart. 

Though he had never stepped into the actual bakery itself, today he found himself craving some of the sweetness. It had been a long day of work and he rarely took an earlier shift. Maybe today was the day to treat himself. He can already feel his stomach doing somersaults, excited to taste the sugar his day had been missing all day. 

His hands grip the door handle tightly, almost as if he’s nervous to open the door. As he’s about to swing it open, no longer wanting to refuse himself the treats he had been waiting for all day, the door pushes itself shoves into him. 

Suddenly, his whole chest was warm and wet. As the coldness starts seeping through his shirt, he looks down to see the dark brown stain covering his entire white t-shirt, the logo of his boba shop no longer being visible. A sudden gasp brings his focus to you right in front of him, a catering cardboard coffee holder in your hand, your eyes bigger than bowling balls, mouth gaped. You had spilled the entire gallon of luckily warm coffee onto him and now was dripping wet, smelled and his shirt was see through. This was the exact opposite of what he was expecting when walking into the shop, cold wet bitterness. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you gasped again, face red and turned away to avoid looking at his shirt. 

“No worries,” he chuckled, noticing the embarrassment. Suddenly, sweetness was back, all he could smell was marshmallows and frosting. All he saw was sugary sweetness when he caught just a brief flash of your eyes. “Could I possibly just get some napkins?”

Your eyes flashed back at him as if just noticing his dripping shirt and rushed back into the store. He entered behind you, the bell chiming behind him. The bakery was brightly lit with the white and pink striped walls encouraging more light into the store. The display fridges against the cashier were decorated with artisan cakes and cupcakes that he had never seen or tasted before. Everything looked so beautiful he almost forgot that he reeked of coffee at that moment. 

But the angelic scene was quickly snapped away as you started rushing towards him with haphazardly bundled napkins and a new shirt. 

“Here! You can just have this shirt, it’s merch but it’s okay!” You exclaimed, shoving it to him.

“Oh, you really don’t hav-” 

“And! You can have anything you want! It’s on me!” You quickly smiled and hurried behind the counter, ready to take your order. “Of course, take your time! The bathroom is in the right hallway!” 

“Don’t worry about it, I live nearby,” He smiled, almost finding your nervousness adorable as he folded up the shirt. “I'd much rather just have some chocolate chip cookies and whatever your favorite is.” 

Lucas was always a charmer, he couldn’t help entertaining pretty cute girls, especially clumsy ones that spill coffee on him. Though he normally has no means in furthering anything, he wouldn’t mind if it was you. You were cute, clearly kind, and quite endearing. He never believed in love at first sight, but you were 

“Well uhm,” The blush creeping on your cheeks again as you start packing some pastries in a box, “I definitely recommend strawberry cheesecake, it’s very popular and sometimes I can’t help but take some home too even though I don’t really care sweets as much anymore.” 

“That’s perfect.” You're perfect, he thought to himself, his eyes never leaving you as you delicately placed the slice of cake into the box. “Are you new here?” 

“Oh no,” She laughed, he swore he heard angels singing. “Though it probably looked like that since I spilled coffee all over you. I’ve been here for a few years now, since I started going to college here.” 

“Ah,” he thoughtlessly chuckled with you. “Why don’t you do the trades with the boba store next door? I work there and never had time to get something here myself until today.” 

“Oh that’s cool,” you hummed. “Uhm, I don’t know, my manager just always does it, he really enjoys your guys' traditional teas.” 

Knowing his exact order, you both chuckle at his old man taste, an osmanthus tea with no sugar or milk. As you turned back to him to hand him the white box with a cute pink bow, he watched your hair sweep along with the momentum of the turn, your eyes glittered like there were millions of stars in them and your lips were etched with a light smile. He swore there was some wind helping you as if it was like a movie scene. There’s no way love at first sight is real, right?  

“Thank you,” He says blankly, he can’t even tell if he’s thanking her for the sweets or if he’s thanking her for her existence. He mindlessly reaches for his card but your eyes widen again and he is quick to stop, as if he feared your eyes would fall out of their sockets.

“Oh no need to pay, seriously!” You insisted, your head shaking quickly. He notices quickly that your words always come with quick body reactions and he couldn’t help but find it even cuter. 

He tries to ask again, but your head shakes become more aggressive and he sees your refusal to even type anything into the register. All he can do is let out another airy laugh. 

“Alright, I’ll fold this time, but I’ll come back, hopefully without a stained shirt.” He hopes he doesn’t sound too excited. 

“Next time I’ll make sure I’m not rushing around with coffee anymore,” You smiled bright, eyes almost shutting close. He can’t help but feel the sudden want to squeeze your marshmallow cheeks.

The first encounter with him was rather ominous. You had been working on a project during the late hours of the night, struggling to figure out how to word vomit the last three pages of your essay. It was autumn, where the evenings come quicker and the orange leaves scatter the campus like artwork. It was also one of the hardest seasons to adjust during school, where assignments seem absolutely endless before the winter holidays.

It was just you there in the corridors, your table being messy from all your notes and empty cups of coffee. You had been alone for hours, or so you had thought. Throughout all your concentration, the sound of falling books broke you from your blinding screen. Slowly, you turned around to examine the empty library, not a single human in sight. 

When you had settled back in your seat, an object rolled and hit the leg of your table. A can of coffee with a post it note patiently waited for you to pick it up. 

Goodluck Nakamoto

It was unclear if the message was addressed to Nakamoto or if it was signed by him. Nonetheless, you placed it on your desk and hoped the owner would stop by to retrieve it soon. If not, it was going to be your source of good luck for the night. And it did, whoever it belonged to never showed up that night to reclaim it. 

However, that name stuck around for longer than you were aware. Although you didn’t give the mysterious coffee another thought, it wasn’t the last time you’d hear that name. Coffee became a big part of your mid-years in college, to the point where you’d get up early just to get your regular dose of delicious caffeine. 

It was slightly odd; there were two coffee shops you bounced between depending on your mood that specific day. One was on campus and usually much more crowded with impatient college students and a louder buzz. The other was a short walk away around a quiet corner, with much more trendy decor and comfortable seating to bask in your main character coffee shop moments. 

Both shops you have accidentally grabbed someone else’s drink, but both times you never realized until after you finished and tossed the cup. The name written Nakamoto or initials Y.N scribbled on the side in permanent black ink didn’t ever phase you. 

Though you have never questioned the name, you did always seem to see a young man waiting for coffee around the same time as you or wandering the halls in the library. His silver hair was eye-catchingly significant, he wasn’t ever hard to miss. You’d recognize those striking locks anywhere, right?

Wrong. A night out on Halloween was enough proof that you weren’t able to pinpoint the silver hair boy from anywhere. Whichever one of your friends believed that a masquerade party was a fantastic idea was clearly too drunk to care at the end of it all. You don’t meet strangers faceless and you weren’t going to find your love at first sight here.

It was a rough night; while your friends paraded around the crowded living room with large amounts of alcohol swishing in their stomachs, you found a place away from the center crowd chaos. However, this made you vulnerable as you stood alone with no friends, no one else by your side. Oddly enough, you being alone seemed like an invitation for unwanted strangers to come with bad intentions. 

Your friends were nowhere to be found, lost in a heavy crowd of masked individuals. You really thought you were screwed as a hunky man approached with a wicked smile on his face. He asked you if you wanted company --- you didn’t. He asked if you wanted a drink --- you didn’t. You wished for him to leave you alone --- he didn’t. 

All until someone came to your rescue. A brown-haired boy with a full face mask and piercings that lined his ears swooped in front of you, creating a barrier between you and the unwanted stranger. 

“Is this man bothering you?” The sudden boy questioned, his eyes were fierce and friendly all at the same time. His mask stood out amongst all the generic ones, the black dazzling gems lined along the outer perimeter and the decorative black ink drew dancing swirls in the white space. 

Your small nod confirmed your uneasiness, the boy to the rescue sized up the other man. “It’s funny how you think you have a chance with someone as beautiful as her.” His shift in attitude felt so natural, as his sharp eyes turned threatening and the tone in his voice lowered several octaves.

“And who the hell are you?” 

The strange hero stands with his chest puffed out, though he may be an average height. His aura colored him in the strongest colors and a feeling that was secure, confident, safe. His fingers found yours in the heat of the moment, index finger wrapped around your own and then completely. Your hands held each other in the darkness, the energy that surged through your veins was electrifying. Incredibly enthralling. 

It’s as if his hand was made to fit your own. Nonetheless, you blinked down at your intertwined hands and wondered why it felt so beautiful to be holding this random stranger’s hand. 

“Not important. What is important is the fact that she is my girlfriend, and we’d both like for you to leave us the fuck alone.” His words were so polite, yet scary all at once. You can’t fathom ever knowing a person with such an ambiance.

Girlfriend. The way the word rolled from his lips shocked you, how was it so easy? 

Without another word or protest, the bulky man walked off with eyes rolled to the ceiling. The brown haired boy turned to face you, hand dropped from yours immediately. You were brought back to reality as you stared back at the masked man. You couldn’t see it, but something inside of you knew that he was smiling back at you. And you didn’t know it yet, but it was the most beautiful smile shining back at you. 

“Thank you.” These two words were not enough to display how sincere you felt for his help.

“No need for that. Let me introduce myself.” He cleared his throat, “I’m--”

“Hey!” Another stranger interrupted, a hand placed on the boy’s shoulder. “We were looking all over for you. Come on, we’re going to head to another party. Too many creeps.” 

He laughed, “tell me about it. Stay safe out here.” He patted your shoulder and just like that, the masked boy walked out of your life without an identity. 

But you dreamed about that masked boy for the rest of your days. You dreamed about him so much that he suddenly felt so familiar to you and your biggest regret was not stopping him for a name.

Yuta never thought twice about the disappearances of his coffees, mistaken orders happen more often than not. Passing strangers come and go through people’s lives until they are no longer strangers. And, if he didn’t pay close enough attention, he probably wouldn’t have even thought twice about how there was a familiar face around him. 

However, he couldn’t ignore your presence. It’s something about how you enter the room, the coffee shop bell rings at the sound of an entrance and despite all the times he doesn't look up, the one time he does, you enter through the glass door. Every time. 

Or how he’d walk in different aisles of the library, and there you are sitting at a table on the same side. 

The night of the masquerade party, he swore, holding that stranger’s hand felt like something unreal. In his head, he even wondered what the chances were that it was you. Although this man was never one to believe in soulmates, the mysterious occurrences did have him questioning the thought of it. 

“I don’t understand, you are such a catch. Nakamoto Yuta, the soccer star.” His friend lightly elbows him in the ribs. They pass the ball between their legs across the large green field. If there was one place on campus where Yuta could be found, it would be this place. His serenity.

“Just because you got into a relationship, doesn’t give you the right to start discussing mine.” Yuta chuckles, kicking the ball into the net goal with his strength.

“It has me just wondering. Dude, you’re actually cool and good looking.” His friend huffs, catching his breath from running around.

“I haven’t met anyone that I want to potentially get into something with.” Yuta falls to the ground, the sky above him and the sun shining so bright. The clouds float gently, such a nice day today. 

“You know what, my girlfriend has a friend that I think you’d get along with.” His friend joins by his side on the grass, “I only met her once, but she seems nice.” 

“What else is she like?” Slightly intrigued, Yuta props up on his elbows.

“It’s hard to explain, but it could be some potential soulmate shit.” They both burst into laughter, completely clueless at the implications of that sentence. “I can set you two up.” 

“I mean, it’s not the worst idea.” Yuta jokes, but his friend is already dialing his girlfriend’s number. She picks up almost immediately, cooing with a cringey nickname before abruptly stopping upon hearing Yuta’s company.

“Do you remember the friend that you wanted to set up with Yuta?” Yuta narrows his eyes at his friend, this was already premeditated. 

His friend looks sheepishly at him, rubbing the back of his neck out of habit. “Do you think we’d get along well?” Yuta asks into the receiver, picking at the grass. 

“More than well.” His girlfriend replies. And before he knows it, Yuta hears a whole ear full about his potential soulmate. Under the beating afternoon sun, on the fresh cut grass, Yuta lays under the blue skies listening to every attribute about a person he has yet to know and daydreaming scenarios of what could be. 

Yuta knows everything about you --- from your height down to what your comfort shoes are, from what makes you smile to what makes you cry. Given that your friend overshares well more than even needed, Yuta genuinely believes that you sound perfect. It’s almost too good to be true, how well you two would get along. He juggles with the fact that his friend could be overexaggerating or compensating, Yuta doesn’t even have a face or name to connect who you are. 

And it seems rather rash… to be in love with someone you’ve never actually met. 

If only you didn’t stay up all night trying to help your friend study for her math exam, you wouldn’t be running across the large soccer field to make it to your class on time. Sleeping over may not have been the worst mistake, if anything, her apartment is right around campus. However, the quickest way to the East side of lecture halls is through the massive grassy soccer field. 

Having to take a completely different route than usual, you’re unsure of which diverging path onto campus ground is the best way. The grass is freshly cut, the smell pinching at your nose from the fresh morning dew. There are only a few individuals out on the field, but surely they are watching you and possibly thinking how crazy you look running across the giant course. 

Your bag strap is slipping from your shoulders, and you can barely hold onto your books in your arms. The thought of whether your bag is zipped all the way doesn’t even cross your mind, as you’re out of breath from the urgency.

Yuta enjoys practicing his kicks early in the morning, usually the field is less crowded and there is not much distraction that takes place. The air is nice and cool, morning dew wets his cleats slightly. He drops his bag on the bench, rolling the ball in his hands as he steps onto the grass.

It’s empty for the most part, all he sees is a person running for their life with books slipping from their hands. He doesn’t pay them much mind, knowing that they’re probably trying to make it to their morning class. They are far enough where he can’t be bothered.

He sets the ball on the ground, stretching out his limbs before the rigorous exercise. Suddenly, a voice calls out. “Hey!” Yuta stops to look around.

“Do you know which path leads straight to the social science lecture hall?” You’re panting at this point, but there is no time for you to stop and be shy about asking for directions. You’re still running as fast as you can, but you hope the random boy answers before you pass him too far.

Yuta stares quizzically at your moving figure, barely able to make out anything besides your clothing. “The right one, continue straight through the stop sign and make a left. It should be the front doors.” He yells back, knowing that he takes that route practically every afternoon after his morning kicks. 

“Thank you!” You wave back with your free arm, picking up the pace toward the right side of the opening. But you don’t notice the sudden object that falls from your jacket pocket, landing in the midst of the grass. 

Yuta notes the quick drop of color, “you dropped something!” however, your body moves farther and farther away, growing smaller in the horizon. He takes the initiative to hurry over to grab it, he can just catch up to you and return it. 

As he makes it to the spot, it causes him to blink twice. A coffee can lays in the grass with a post it note stuck right over the label. 

Goodluck Nakamoto

Picking it up, the paper is very tattered at this point and wrinkled up that it barely sticks on the metal. Nonetheless, Yuta recognizes the handwriting and reading his surname causes inexplicable slight panic in his system. Although the coffee is a whole different can, the scribbling of his name is original and familiar. He isn’t fully able to comprehend how a random stranger has the note that his best friend wrote to him before leaving for college.

He holds onto it, unsure if he should return it to the stranger that dropped it as it was originally his. Dropping it into his own bag, he is beyond puzzled by the thought that the lost coffee can and note managed to find its way back to him.

You’re rummaging your bag after finally settling in the back of the lecture hall. Lucky for you, your friend saved you a spot so you didn’t have to fight someone to move their possessions off of a seat.

“Are you free for dinner tomorrow? There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Your friend whispers, but you’re lost at the bottom of your bag.

“Fuck,” you curse softly. Your hands push items around to see if it may have been there. “I dropped my coffee.”

“Just get a new one.” Your friend rolls her eyes, not understanding the massive defeat in your face when you place your bag on the floor next to your chair. “I’m sure they sell the one you like at the vendors.”

“I can get a new coffee, I’m upset because it had my lucky note on it.” Your shoulders slump forward, already awaiting the complete dread of misfortune coming your way.

“You mean that crumpled up thing you have in your pocket all the time? Who is it even from?”

You wave off your friend, “not important. It just found me on the night I was dying over a half-assed paper that I thought I was going to completely fail, but… I passed it.. With full marks and excellent feedback. Then, I forgot about the note in my bag and found it again stuck onto one of my notebooks as I took it out for a midterm exam.” 

“Don’t say it.” Your friend blinks at you with utter confusion.

“I passed with the highest score in the class.” The reaction from your friend is priceless, but also underwhelming.

“Okay, but how does that piece of paper have magical properties like that?” 

You shrug, not being one to really question how the universe works its own magic in everyone’s lives. “It’s just a good luck charm, now I lost it. I’m going to literally be so unlucky for the rest of my life.”

“Well, I’ll get you something and have it blessed by me.” Your friend pats your back lovingly to comfort you, even though losing that wrinkly post it note brings more devastation than expected. “I want to introduce you to someone and maybe he’ll make you feel more luck than that charm did.”

“Hold on, what? You’re setting me up on a date?” You’re taken aback by the change in conversation.

“I think you two would really get along.” Her wide smile makes your stomach churn. You have been single for the majority of your life for the reason that no one lives up to your standards for a partner. It’s actually not the first time you’ve been on dates set up by friends, but a lot of them don’t seem to know you enough to find someone you’d like.

“Are you sure?” Hesitation in your face and tone of voice does not phase your friend.

She nods, “I already know he’s the one for you.”

There is some faith in her, you have known her since the summer before college. However, you’re not so keen about how attentive she is to others as she is sometimes absent minded. A part of you believes that she is trying to set you up because she recently entered a new relationship herself, hoping to share the joy and happiness with her good friend.

“I’ll do it just for you, but I’m not expecting anything out of it.” Slumping back into your seat, you realized that half of the lecture slides have already zoomed past. Now, you have no clue what the professor is even talking about.

“Trust me.” She holds your arm, giving it a light squeeze. Although you’re still a bit reluctant, it couldn’t hurt to meet someone new. Now that you longer have your good luck charm, you hope that the date won’t go disastrous. 

Yuta stands before you, speechless and mouth slightly open.

You stand before the silver haired boy, noting the new brown color in his locks and trying to register this encounter.

Your friend made sure you were not going to miss this dinner date, pushing you out the door early. There was no face or name to look for. She gave you no direction as to whom it may be, looking for a complete stranger among crowds of others. 

When Yuta asked his friend for a name, a picture of who he should be looking for, he refused. Instead, he gave him the most generic and vague response. “You’ll know the moment you lay eyes on her.” It only caused him to groan and rush out the door, hoping that the ridiculous statement held some truth to it.

Nonetheless, you both noticed each other immediately. Yuta stood outside of the restaurant in a loose silky top and hands shoved into his jean pockets. You walked toward him in the same colors you ran out in the day before.

There was no denying that you both could feel the tension in the air. He couldn’t place it, it was not awkward. It was a heavy familiarity, like you two have met before. 

You could feel it in your gut, in the deepest part of your memory. This is not the first time you two have met. It’s almost as if these encounters scattered throughout your life up until this one moment --- where you two finally meet face to face.

Yuta can barely make out any words. The concept of soulmates does not seem too bizarre now. “I heard a lot about you.” You both are not acknowledging the fact that you have seen each other before, have wondered about one another, and have wanted to meet again. 

“Please don’t believe anything my friend told you.” Already, you’re afraid of all the nonsense she could have said to this very attractive stranger. Could it be just coincidences?

“So you’re not a beautiful potential soulmate?” Yuta chuckles a bit, your eyes growing wide at the confession. “I’m Yuta.” He extends his hand to shake.

You introduce yourself, following his handshake with a firm grip. But the moment your hands connected, it felt too familiar for you not to recognize. It fits perfectly, an energy surges through both of your veins and triggers a memory. The boy from the masquerade party.

However, you two do not notice the brief pause in conversation and the lingering grips on each other’s hands. All commotion around you two seem to come to a halt and you’re existing in each others’ presence. Yuta drops his hand first, rubbing the back of his neck out of nervousness and confusion. “Random question,..”

Blinking up at him, his eyes gleam with a sparkling shine under the yellow fluorescent lights. Your heart is in your throat at what he could ask, confused beyond any mind to process what is happening.

“Do you believe in fate?” 

You gasp slightly at the question. Something inside your soul bursts with excitement, not entirely grasping this feeling that fills your heart. 

But there is something you both could make out in the mess of emotions that present themselves,