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You knew whatever you and Jeonghan were doing wasn’t real—not really. But a part of you had started to wonder. You could feel that same warmth you’d come to resent starting to bloom, and it scared you.
pairing jeonghan x f!reader word count 24.2k tags non-idol au, college au, fake dating, enemies? to friends to lovers, humor, angst, jealousy, conflict, jeonghan being a menace, pet names, dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, teasing, a lot of making out, dry humping, fingering, big!dick jeonghan, unprotected sex, riding, missionary, hickeys, creampies, cock warming, multiple smut scenes, grinding, spanking, mention of dacryphilia, love making warnings smut, cursing, alcohol, mentions of smoking
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You were always intimidated by Yoon Jeonghan. From the moment you first saw him in class you could tell he thought everyone was below him. The way he paraded around campus with that shit-eating grin on his face, perfect pink lips always knowing just what to say. His brown eyes seemed to always seek you out for some reason, as if he purposely wanted to get on your nerves.
So, right there and then, before even having spoken a single word to him, you decided to avoid him at all costs.
You didn’t pay him any mind for the rest of the year, blocking him out whenever you happened to catch sight of him, or whenever you heard his stupid voice in any of the shared classes you were in.
It isn’t until the second year or college that you’re forced to interact with him for the first time, being grouped together for an assignment.
Now if that wasn’t bad, you curse your luck once you realize one of the other guys in your group happened to be your lifelong crush out of all people, the loud Kwon Soonyoung.
You didn’t even know he’d been taking the same class as you, as for you hadn’t even seen him once since the start of the semester.
The worst part of it all is finding out he and Jeonghan seemed to be the best of friends, laughing amongst themselves as they entered the study hall. The last guy, Lee Seokmin, jogged behind them to catch up to them, a wide smile on his face whilst hitting Soonyoung’s shoulder.
Just great. He was a part of their little clique as well.
You'd walked into the study hall almost confidently, thinking you were adult enough to deal with Yoon Jeonghan. But Soonyoung? Your stomach churned with anxiety.
Soonyoung's eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, catching you off guard with a sudden, friendly hug.
"You know y/n?" Seokmin cocked up his eyebrows, watching his older friend nearly crush a seemingly random girl from class.
"Of course! We went to elementary and middle school together." he smiled, finally letting go of you. You hoped they couldn’t tell just how flustered the embrace had made you, your eyes blinking as you tried to regain composure.
“What a crazy coincidence! I didn’t know we’re going to the same college,” Soonyoung chuckled, shrugging off his backpack before mindlessly taking a seat next to you.
You almost pouted at his words. Whilst you were very aware of his presence, Soonyoung didn’t seem to have been aware of yours.
“Yeah, crazy.” you laughed it off, trying not to sound too awkward. “I didn’t know you were in this class…” you trailed off, blindly opening your laptop.
Seokmin exhaled an amused breath. “Because he skips all his classes.” he said, taking a seat next to Soonyoung.
“Hey, not all… I just hate Business Management.” the boy sighed, pouting as he rummaged through his worn down backpack.
You fought a smile hearing them banter, shyly looking down at your laptop screen.
"Alright, if the little reunion is over let's just start and get this over with, hm?" Jeonghan grumbled, forced to sit on the other side of you.
You tried not to roll your eyes, the two others simply humming in agreement.
It took a near hour to decide on a solid plan, taking note of all the important topics and details. The dynamic between the group of friends had you surprisingly amused to say the least, catching yourself chuckling along to the little jabs the friends aimed at each other.
"Okay, so, Seokmin," Jeonghan pointed his pen at him. "You will pick a company to help us with formulating three products." his pen moved to Soonyoung. "You'll design the logo of our website and the color scheme."
The ball point pen moved to you now. "y/n, you'll design our website. Just pick some template on one of those website builders. Make it look pretty, but please, no pink." he sighed.
Your lips pressed together, feeling slightly agitated at his words. Make it look pretty, you're sure he was aware of how condescending he sounded, not even acknowledging the fact your major was software development.
"What will you do, hyung?" Soonyoung asked, and you were more than curious to know this too.
Jeonghan clicked his pen, looking over at his friend.
"I'll set up the meetings, oversee all your work and help where help is needed." he said, slumping in his chair. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
The two others seemed content with his answer. You didn’t argue with that, not having the energy over some stupid class you didn’t even care for.
"Alright then." Seokmin clapped his hands together loudly, earning the attention of a few other students in the study hall. "Since Jeonghan hyung seems in such a rush to leave, let's meet up again next week?" he asked. You nodded, grabbing your backpack to put away your stuff.
"I'll make a group chat." Seokmin added, looking over to you briefly. You hummed, giving him a small smile of acknowledgement.
Jeonghan left first, and you walked out the study hall with the two other boys by your side.
"Oh my god, I'm so happy to see you!" Soonyoung nudged your shoulder lightly, gripping the straps of his backpack while he walked with you. You chuckled shyly. "Yeah, me too."
You chose not to tell him how you’ve seen him around campus countless times, feeling like a bit of a loser at the way you’d been keeping your eye on him like a young girl with a schoolgirl crush—and in a way you were just that.
"We should hang out! Do you live on campus?" he asked. You made eye contact with him, smiling at his question. "I’m over at the sorority. Are you guys in the fraternity together?"
The boys nodded. "We all are." Seokmin told you.
"You should come to the party tomorrow, it'll be fun!" Soonyoung said.
You'd sworn off drinking a while ago, not wanting it to get in the way of your studies, yet the offer sounded convincing enough, and the thought of getting closer to Soonyoung made your chest thump.
"Ahh, come on! Don't tell me you've never been to one of our parties before." Soonyoung grinned when you paused, fully turning his body to you.
A laugh escaped your mouth. "Well, I haven't. But... since you asked," you flashed him a smile, their sounds of approval hitting your ears.
"Perfect! We'll see you there, y/n." Seokmin smiled.
Your friend sneaked an arm around your waist, pulling you into her body while the two of you walked to the fraternity a few blocks over.
"I can't believe you're finally coming with me!" Your best friend Jaehee declared loudly. She squeezed your hip. "You have to see Mingyu tonight, he's so fucking fine. We’ve been texting for days now!"
You rolled your eyes playfully, not too keen on meeting one of her flings again.
When the two of you entered the fraternity, the notorious ΙΖ', you were immediately greeted by the luring smell of alcohol and weed. The large body of people were scattered all around the extensive common room, most grouped together chatting with their respective friends in the open space between the kitchen and living room.
Your face scrunched a bit trying to adjust to the loud music, your friend immediately dragging you to a corner where a group was hanging out.
"Jae!" the loud voices greeted your friend excitedly, the tallest of them instinctively putting an arm around her.
She welcomed them with a smile, moving to pull you right next to her. "Guys, this is y/n!” she grinned. “y/n, this is Mingyu," she looked at the handsome boy next to her before pointing to the others. "Joshua, Eunwoo and Jeonghan." You made eye contact with Jeonghan, his big eyes already staring back at you.
"Hi y/n, it’s nice to meet you. Did you finally decide to join us?" Joshua smiled, giving your shoulder a small squeeze. You met his gaze, his sweet eyes resembling those of crescent moons as he smiled at you.
You didn’t know whether to feel thankful your friend had seemingly been so openly talking about you, but you were happy you were being welcomed so warmly. You returned his smile, nodding before speaking, "Yeah... It looks like you got quite the party here." you chuckled.
"I told you it'd be fun!" Jaehee lighty shoved you, a loud voice suddenly interrupting your conversation.
"Hey! You made it!" Soonyoung squeezed between you and Joshua, a smile on his sweet face while he settled his gaze on you. Your body instantly became warm, and you swallowed a lump in your throat not knowing what to say. You could tell by the flush on his cheeks he was a few drinks ahead of you.
"Let's take a shot!" he exclaimed happily, handing you a full shot glass you hadn’t seen him hold before. His gaze turned a bit more serious as if he realized something, hectic eyes frantically looking around as his lips pressed together in a tight line.
His eyes lit up as soon as a certain person walked by, and he snatched a full glass of booze from their hands with an innocent giggle. "Thanks Jihoonie!" he laughed, earning him a blank stare from the guy, who carried on walking, uninterested.
You laughed as he clinked his glass against yours, downing the entire cocktail down quickly. You watched him for a second before deciding to take the shot, the bitter taste making you cringe.
The group in front of you didn’t seem too concerned by what was happening, already wrapped back up in whatever conversation they had before you and Jae joined them.
"You want another? Or maybe a mixed drink? I’m good at those," Soonyoung put his hand on your shoulder, looking at the kitchen for a moment before settling his hazy eyes back on you.
“If you don’t make it too strong,” you smiled timidly, the words leaving your lips before you could even think them over. Soonyoung gave you a sharp nod, disappearing into the crowd.
Your eyes briefly met Jeonghan again before clumsily looking over at your friend, who seemed too busy to talk to you.
“You know Soonyoung?” Joshua closed the space between the two of you again, face angled down close to yours.
You nodded. “We went to the same school when we were kids,” you told him, playing with the empty shot glass in your hands. He chuckled. “Wow, what a coincidence.” He took a drag of his vape, the fruity cloud of smoke dancing above you. You nodded. “Yeah, we were grouped together for a Business Management project.”
“Business Management? Doesn’t Jeonghan also take that class?” he looked over to his friend, who looked up at the mention of his name. You nodded, telling him Jeonghan and Seokmin were all in your group as well.
“Good luck with that.” Joshua grinned knowingly. “I wouldn’t be able to focus much with those three bickering all the time.” he snickered, looking at his friend who just rolled his eyes.
You smiled. “So far so good.” You hoped to at least get a smile from the boy in front of you, deciding the grudge you held against him might have been a little unfair to him. But Jeonghan dismissed your kindness by ignoring you completely, instead saying something to Eunwoo beside him.
You resisted the urge to show your newfound irritation, shifting your attention back to Joshua.
From the corner of your eye you saw Eunwoo nod, and the two of them left quietly, leaving you four in the corner.
Joshua really knew how to make you feel comfortable, striking up a conversation with you about your majors and some of your interests, the exchange soon shifting into your shared hobby of baking.
When Mingyu and Jae disappeared after a heated make out session you and Joshua briefly cringed at, the two of you were the only ones left. Joshua soon dragged you to the backyard to smoke, joking alcohol made him crave cigarettes.
You were seated on one of the couches outside, a full glass of alcohol in your hand that one of the hosts, Joshua’s friend, had poured you—reminding you of the drink Soonyoung had promised you before, most likely, drunkenly having forgotten about it.
Just shortly after the realization you coincidentally spotted him, and your stomach turned when you saw what exactly was going on. Soonyoung was making out with some girl on the other side of the garden, tongue and all, making you see green with jealousy.
Your innocent crush might’ve not been completely innocent—not when the sight in your peripheral vision impacted you this much.
Your glass was empty now, and you set it on the table in front of you to push yourself up. This caught the attention of Joshua, who’d been busily chatting with the random people you’d grouped up with outside for the last half hour.
“Are you leaving?” Joshua put his hand around your wrist, looking up at you with a frown on his face.
“I don’t feel so good, I need some water,” you told him, making him loosen his grip on you. You had this weird urge to isolate yourself—to flee. “Are you okay? I can get it for you.” His eyes softened upon hearing your words.
You shook your head. “It’s okay, thanks Joshua. I’ll be right back.” you shot him an assuring smile before quickly walking back inside, right past the kitchen to the corridor.
Fuck. Why did you feel so jealous over Soonyoung? It’s not like you were ever close to him.
Maybe you’d been an idiot hoping to catch Soonyoung’s attention, not when he barely paid any attention to you in the first place. He never noticed you in school. The secret glances, soft laughter you tried to hold in whenever he and his friends joked around in class. He didn’t even know you were attending the same college, for god's sake.
Now you felt even worse. You decided to walk straight outside through the front door—away.
“Leaving already?”
You jumped at the sudden voice, eyes locking with Jeonghan who you saw leaning against the white brick house. He eyed you with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Fuck, you scared me.” you instinctively pressed your hand against your thumping chest. Jeonghan seemed to observe you carefully, eyebrows furrowed like he was deep in thought.
“Everything okay?” he suddenly asked you. The question surprised you. Jeonghan didn’t seem the type to entertain people he didn’t care about.
“Um, yeah,” you responded meekly. “Just going home.” you shrugged, fully ready to walk off.
Jeonghan hummed, pushing himself off the wall to get a bit closer to you. You stopped moving, your shoulders slumping a little while looking at him. Jeonghan checking up on you was as odd as it was out of character, but continuing to want to talk to you? By choice? You were stunned.
“Let me guess,” he smiled, clearly already very amused by whatever was about to come out of his mouth. “This has something to do with Soonyoung.” He almost grinned, and his arms remained crossed as he waited for your reaction.
The look on your face only made him smile wider, looking like he had won the lottery.
“I knew I would be right.” he mumbled under his breath, chuckling in an irritating way. “I’m good at this…” he seemed amused, waiting for you to defend yourself.
You forced yourself to laugh, shifting your weight awkwardly as the stiff sound croaked out of you. “What are you talking about?” you held your breath awaiting his next words, but some part of you knew he had you right where he wanted you.
“I mean,” the look in his eyes shifted into something you couldn’t describe. “You have a thing for Soonyoung. It’s very obvious.”
Your chest felt tight. Was is really that noticeable?
“For…for Soonyoung?” you laughed as if his take had been completely wrong. “Why would you think that?” you continued, the quirk of his lip only sputtering you on more. You hoped he couldn’t notice how flustered you were becoming.
Jeonghan laughed, the nasal sound ripping from his throat surprising you. You realized you’d never seen this side to him—almost happy.
“I can help you.”
Your eye twitched. There was a brief silence as Jeonghan anticipated your response, his mouth slightly agape as his eyebrows rose.
“Huh?”
Your confusion made him giggle, dropping his arms down next to his body to fully close the space between you. “Listen,” he started, licking his lips. “I will help you get Soonyoung.” You were suddenly feeling very self-conscious having him so close to you.
“I’m not surprised he hasn’t noticed, since he’s oblivious as it is,” he continued. You looked away at his words, chewing on the inside of your cheek.
“He’s one of my best friends, so it won’t be that hard.” he hummed, taking you in.
You forced yourself to look back into his eyes, a silent exhale passing through your lips. This had to be some kind of setup. There had to be something behind it he wasn’t telling you.
“Who says I want your help?” you glared at him, furrowing your eyebrows.
Jeonghan seemed to like your answer, a wide smile spreading on his face.
“Suit yourself. I’ll tell him about your little crush myself.”
Your eyes widened a bit, looking at him in disbelief.
“Why do you even care that much, Jeonghan?” you crossed your arms, a part of you knowing very well he would happily inform his friend of your stupid secret.
“I’m bored.” he simply grinned, his expression one of an evil mastermind.
Despite already having agreed with Jeonghan beforehand, you felt nervous about sitting next to him in class. You liked sitting near the front, a bit meticulous about having little to no distractions while taking your notes and listening to whatever your teacher had to say.
Jeonghan always sat in the far back of the class, less caring about the lesson and more about doing whatever it was he was back there. You could always hear him snicker about something, probably because of Soonyoung or Seokmin, treating the hour-long lesson like their own personal bar despite already living together and practically being together most of their time.
Today you sat in the back, jumping in your seat when Jeonghan loudly dropped his bag on the table next to you. You snapped out of your daze, looking up to see the boy already smirking at you.
“You didn’t chicken out,” he observed aloud, as if he thought you would actually back out of his genius plan to catch Soonyoung’s attention. As if the threat of not listening to him didn’t come with consequences.
“I’m a little surprised to be honest.” he chuckled, sitting down next to you.
You sighed, following him with your eyes. “Why?” you decided to take the bait. Jeonghan only smiled. “Nevermind. It’ll be more fun this way.” he hummed, carelessly throwing his phone down on the table. “I already have some things in mind, you’ll see,”
You didn’t even want to imagine what he was implying, rolling your eyes before pulling out your notebook and pen.
“Aigoo.” Jeonghan laughed seeing your pastel pink pen, the top decorated with a cute little duck. Your cheeks burned.
Before you could protest he snatched it from your hand, giggling as he observed it up close.
“How cute. Did you name him?” he grinned, loving how embarrassed you looked. “No.” you hissed, trying to get it back from him. Jeonghan tsked with a smile, avoiding your hand before excitedly scooting closer to you.
He held the pen right front of you, wiggling it in front of your face as he started speaking with a high pitched voice. “Please save me from Hannie! I feel so sad without you, y/n.” he laughed at himself, spinning the duck’s head towards him.
He cleared his throat, giving the object a serious look. “I’ll keep you with me today, but I promise I will give you back to y/n later. Now, tell her goodbye.”
“Seriously?” you grumbled, watching him put the duck back in front of your face.
“Bye y/nnie! See you later!” he said in the same, annoying voice, making a loud kissing sound as he briefly pressed the duck’s beak against your lips.
“Jeonghan!” you complained, pushing his arm away as he laughed. Right as you did so, Soonyoung and Seokmin walked in, the latter visibly surprised you were sitting next to Jeonghan.
“Oh, y/n!” Soonyoung smiled, plopping down in the seat in front of Jeonghan. You smiled at him, suddenly feeling very conscious of Jeonghan’s little plan—which he failed to explain the exact logistics of.
“Hi guys.” Seokmin greeted. He sat down in front of you, his back turned to you as he rumbled through his backpack.
“Hyung, didn’t you say you disliked y/n?” Soonyoung asked, leaning over the backrest of the chair as he looked at his friend obliviously. By his tone you could tell he didn’t mean it in a bad way, he was genuinely interested. Soonyoung always had a way of blurting out whatever he had on his mind.
Jeonghan cocked up his eyebrows, giving you a quick look that was met with a subtle glare. “What? Of course not.” he coolly dismissed his friend’s words.
Soonyoung had a subtle pout in his face, looking around as if he was thinking for a moment. “But you said she’s-“
“I don’t dislike y/n.” Jeonghan roughly cut him off, giving him a stern look. Soonyoung giggled, giving you a warm smile that had you malfunctioning for a moment “I think it’s good you’re becoming friends!” he said, then quickly turned around when the teacher announced herself.
“I’m not too fond of you either, you know.” you grumbled lowly to Jeonghan, making him chuckle. “Aw, did I hurt your feelings? I’m sorry. Promise we’ll have a great time together from now.”
You rolled your eyes again. “Whatever.” you sighed in defeat, forcing yourself to pay attention to the class.
The lesson carried on like normal, but your mind kept wandering. You were a little worried about whatever Jeonghan had in store for you, fearing the worst. How would he even be able to help you with Soonyoung? Was this all some ploy to embarrass you in front of his friends?
Deep in thought, you failed to notice Jeonghan leaning into you, flinching when he suddenly put his hand on your knee. “Thinking of me?” he whispered. His breath hit your ear, making the hairs on your arms stand up.
“What are you doing?” you asked quietly, keeping your eyes on the teacher and hoping she wouldn’t notice what was happening.
“Don’t you trust me?” Jeonghan’s voice carried a hint of amusement, and you could practically hear him smile as he spoke. “No.” you admitted quickly. Jeonghan chuckled. “Relax, this is all part of it.” he gently squeezed your knee, making you pout a little. The action had you meet his eye, yet you barely turned to him, not wanting it to seem like you were talking to him in the middle of class.
“Come closer. You have to at least put in an effort if you want Soonyoung to think we’re dating.” Jeonghan whispered, pulling you closer towards him by your knee.
Your eyes widened, looking at him in bewilderment as you felt his side pressing into yours. “D-dating?” you almost gasped. “Yeah?” Jeonghan said as if you were stupid. “How else do you want to catch his attention?” he said, like it was obvious this is what you were going to do from the start.
“Like, suddenly? It’ll be weird.” you mumbled, ignoring the heat radiating off his body. Jeonghan shrugged. “We don’t actually tell anyone we’re ‘dating’. They just need to speculate that there’s something going on between us—and it's Soonyoung. He’ll believe anything.” His hand moved from your knee to hang over the backrest of your seat, trying to appear somewhat close to you.
“Watch.” he looked at the front of the class for a moment before leaning back in to reach your ear. “Look at our teacher. Don’t you think it’s funny how she always wears those ugly shoes with that gap between her big toes?” you caught sight of what he was talking about, wheezing at his description. “The loafers? They’re kinda popular right now…”
Jeonghan smiled. “They look like hooves. Hideous.” that made you laugh, catching Soonyoung briefly looking back at the two of you. “I want to burn those ugly horse shoes so bad.” he continued, very aware of his friend now paying attention to you.
“Guys,” Soonyoung whispered to the two of you, a little smile on his face. “Ignore him.” Jeonghan whispered.
“Popular or not, I need them gone.” he continued as if he didn’t hear Soonyoung.
“Hey, guys,” Soonyoung said a bit louder, leaning over.
“Hmm?” Jeonghan cocked up his eyebrows, turning his head to the boy.
“What’re you laughing at?” he asked, hoping to join in on the fun. You allowed yourself to look at Soonyoung now too, waiting for Jeonghan to speak.
“Huh? Oh, nothing…” Jeonghan giggled, putting his hand on your shoulder. Soonyoung pouted a little, softly nodding before looking back in front of him again, figuring whatever you were whispering about wasn’t anything of importance.
“See?” Jeonghan lowly said, a smirk tugging on his mouth. You didn’t reply, watching him play with your pen in his free hand.
You couldn’t focus for the duration of the class, looking down at your blank notebook realizing you hadn’t been taking any notes, despite Jeonghan putting his pencil on your desk. His fingers played with the fabric of your shirt, not paying you any mind as he listened to the teacher.
After the hour-long lesson Jeonghan waited for you to gather your stuff, Soonyoung and Seokmin already exiting the classroom as per Jeonghan’s request to not wait up for him.
It felt oddly good getting all this attention suddenly, despite it coming from someone you had disliked for a year. Jeonghan really wasn’t as bad as you’d made him out to be, and a part of you liked being included in his circle and getting closer to him. It also made you nervous, never fully knowing what to expect from him.
“That was… interesting.” you told Jeonghan, looking up at him. He stood next to you with his arms crossed over his chest. You zipped up your bag, starting to walk out of the classroom with him. “Of course, told you it would work.” Jeonghan simply said, slowly walking through the hallway. “It would’ve even been better if you weren’t so awkward.” he sighed, looking at you. Your neck burned a bit, avoiding his eyes. You hadn’t realized you were being awkward.
“Meet me at the frat after you finish all of your classes.”
“What?” you frowned at his words.
Jeonghan had a blank look on his face. “Am I speaking french? You have to get used to us being together.” he said almost boredly, halting in front of your next class. You blinked at him before slowly nodding. It wouldn’t hurt to make it seem more believable. “Alright.” you said quietly.
The corners of his mouth rose, winking at you before starting to walk off.
“See you later!” he called over his shoulder, leaving you to ponder on what he’d planned.
A strange feeling settled in your stomach as you waited for Jeonghan in front of the big house, looking around the street observantly.
The street wasn’t too busy, but there was a different atmosphere over at the frat row. The possibility of seeing all these boys—probably all friends with each other—was enough to make you nervous. You didn’t trust them, and you weren’t convinced any of them would see you as their equal—not for any societal reasons per se, but because you barely made any noise in the typical tight-knit college community on campus.
It had been different being together with your friend last weekend, a fickle but comforting energy knowing you weren’t alone, even if it had only been for a little while before she disappeared with Mingyu. You’d had time to settle.
Safe to say you felt out of place this time around.
The sudden sound of the door opening then drew your attention.
“There’s my little ducky.” Jeonghan grinned, motioning for you to come in. He laughed at the look you were giving him, slamming the door shut before leading the way.
Your worries seemed to melt away already, but you still felt somewhat nervous at the possibility of having to meet new people.
“You still didn’t give me back my pen,” you told him as you blindly followed. He smiled as he walked past the kitchen to the hallway, looking back at you for a moment. “I’m keeping it,” he said casually.
You sighed in defeat, more focused on your surroundings than to give him a proper reply. The house was mostly quiet, and thankfully you didn’t see anyone apart from hearing muffled voices from whatever room you were passing by.
“Could you walk any slower?” Jeonghan cocked up his eyebrows waiting for you to enter the opened door of his bedroom. You rolled your eyes at him.
Once inside you started to become aware of where he’d taken you, looking around his room while chewing on your bottom lip.
It looked like any other ordinary bedroom, spare for the few knick-knacks and the collection of shoes in the corner. There were tubs of skin care and school books on his desk, and some discarded clothes draped over his chair.
“So… is Soonyoung home?” you asked carefully, not really sure why you were in his bedroom with him.
“No,” Jeonghan said as he took a seat on his bed, simply watching you.
You looked at him, gulping. “Oh…” you said softly, progressively getting more flustered as he held eye contact with you.
Jeonghan chuckled, motioning for you to come closer. “Come here,” he extended his arm, patiently waiting for you to grab his hand. “This is just practice. You have to get used to us touching, ducky.” he smiled cheekily, watching you hesitantly close the space.
He had a point. You told yourself it wasn’t a big deal, but you still felt overwhelmingly nervous as you grabbed his hand. Vulnerable. As you felt his skin, you noticed how long his eyelashes were, the sharp inner corners of his big eyes complimenting his pretty brown irises. His hand felt warm, but you felt weird. It was strangely intimate for some reason, and you wondered if he thought the same.
“Don’t be so tense, y/n. Just act like you normally would.” he chuckled, pulling you closer than you already were, now standing between his parted thighs. You didn’t have anything to say to that, trying not to show how nervous you suddenly felt.
“Why are you looking like that?” Jeonghan cocked his head to the side, reading you for a moment. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a boyfriend before,” he grinned, already convinced this had been the reason for your silence.
He laughed when the ghost of a pout appeared on your lips, almost making you want to pull your hand away if it weren’t for him already tightening his grip on you.
“Cute. That’s why you’re so shy, hm?” he smiled with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Don’t mock me.” you mumbled, rolling your eyes before looking away. Jeonghan laughed again, shaking his head. “I’m not.” he lied, smiling in amusement.
“Whatever,” you said, your eyebrows scrunched together as you looked at him again.
“Hey, don’t be mad, ducky. I told you it’s cute.” Jeonghan hummed, suddenly wrapping his free arm around your waist and pulling you onto the bed with him.
You gasped in surprise, bracing a hand on his chest as he pulled you closer, both arms wrapping around you as you lay curled on your side.
“You scared me!” You whined, hitting his chest. “Ow!” Jeonghan giggled, smoothing a hand over your hair. “Sorry.” he chuckled. “C’mere.” he softly urged your head to his chest before stroking your hair.
You sighed in defeat, ignoring the knot in your stomach. “You asked me to come over to cuddle?” you sulked, not seeing why it would be of importance.
“Yes? Things like this matter if you want us to be believable.” Jeonghan sighed, looking at you. You met his eye for a second, resisting the urge to roll your eyes again before looking out in front of you instead.
“I don’t even know why we’re doing this. I doubt it will work.” you murmured, unconsciously nuzzling your cheek against his chest. Your cheeks burned as you realized what you were doing, hoping Jeonghan wouldn’t make fun of you for it.
Jeonghan purposely tugged on the ends of your hair a bit too hard, earning him a glare whilst he just smiled. “It’s a shame you still don’t believe in my expertise.” he exhaled a long breath as if he was disappointed. “You have to be all in if you want this to succeed, ducky.” he smiled.
“Stop calling me that,” you mumbled. “And If I remember correctly, you didn’t give me much of a choice, Jeonghan.” you then grumbled, making him laugh for a moment. You could feel his chest shake.
“Still,” he said, ignoring your first words.
You sighed. “Right.” you agreed. You just hoped it would be enough to interest the boy you’d liked since childhood.
“I swear if you embarrass me…” you then added, looking at Jeonghan.
He blinked slowly, just looking at you for a second. “Of course not.” he said in more seriousness, and you realized that’s all you wanted to hear from him.
You slowly nodded. “Okay.” you almost whispered, giving him a little smile. Jeonghan smiled back at you, resting his cheek against the side of your head.
You were both silent after that, finding comfort in each other’s embrace. It felt nice, having someone to finally hold you.
But the comfort unsettled something, too. Truth is, you were a very lonely person. In your twenty-something years, you’d never had anyone pursue you romantically. Which you told yourself was fine—at first. But as the years passed, and those who took an interest in you somehow always ended up disappearing, you began to think something must be wrong with you.
Still, the loneliness didn’t mean you lacked feeling. That had been the whole problem. You loved deeply, too much, sometimes so much that your fingers shook with it. It pulsed deep within you, burning to engulf and to take and keep taking. You were ashamed of the enormity of your desire, disgusted almost. You were scared that if you’d ever get a taste, you’d feast. You’d devour until nothing remained, only yourself and the wounds of your greediness.
You thought yourself to be destructive, not to be trusted with even a sliver of it—even if a pair of warm arms around you had been all you’d ever wanted.
You’d become too much one too many times in the past, and no one wants someone who’s too much. You told yourself love probably just wasn’t meant for you. Maybe you didn’t deserve it. At least not in this lifetime.
You knew whatever you and Jeonghan were doing wasn’t real—not really. But a part of you had started to wonder. You could feel that same warmth you’d come to resent starting to bloom, and it scared you. You didn’t want to mess up again. Didn’t want to scare away the one person you were starting to let in.
You blinked away tears, not because of your pain, but because Jeonghan’s embrace was bringing you so much comfort.
“This feels nice.” you whispered, feeling a bit stupid for suddenly saying something so vulnerable.
Maybe you really were greedy—doing all this to try to get Soonyoung, when you were convinced he would never want you anyway. Or if he did, he’d end up leaving just like everyone did.
Jeonghan hummed, oblivious to how emotional you suddenly felt. He kept stroking your hair. “Do you want to take a nap, ducky? I’m getting a bit tired,” he admitted, chuckling. You nodded against his chest, happy at the opportunity to have him like this a bit longer.
Jeonghan pulled you even closer, sighing against your hair after closing his eyes. You carefully put your arm around him.
You tried not to overthink it anymore, closing your eyes to try to sleep.
Not long after, Jeonghan’s breathing started slowing, and the hand that kept stroking your head now rested somewhere in your mess of hair. The rise and fall of his chest gradually helped lull you into sleep with him.
Soft humming filled your ears, waking you up with a frown as you blinked in confusion. The sweet and airy sounds continued as you looked up at Jeonghan, suddenly remembering where you were.
Jeonghan met your gaze once you moved, the light from his phone behind your head illuminating his face as he stared back at you. He couldn’t contain his laughter seeing your tired face, letting his head fall back as he put his phone down.
You only sighed before pushing yourself up, too dazed to curse at him already.
It seemed like Jeonghan hadn’t moved at all as you were sleeping, silently scrolling on his phone while he had patiently waited for you to wake up. Whilst you had a nice nap, you couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed—and maybe ashamed—about letting yourself get so comfortable around him already.
It took a lot of you to feel at ease around others, and you just hoped Jeonghan wouldn’t take advantage of your vulnerability despite his reassuring words.
“You woke up at a perfect time, sleepyhead.” Jeonghan smirked at you, watching you rub your eyes.
“Why?” you asked with a frown, the boy copying you by sitting up as well. He grabbed his phone again, crossing his legs before showing you the live location of a food delivery driver entering the street.
“You ordered food?” you looked at him. Jeonghan smiled, eyes closing in a slow nod. “I’ll be right back, ducky. Don’t miss me too much,” he tapped your nose playfully before pushing himself off the bed, chuckling at you rolling your eyes as he sauntered out of his bedroom.
Jeonghan returned within a minute, flashing you the plastic bag with a smile before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I got us burgers.” he announced, pulling out two white wrappers and a bag of fries to put in between you.
Jeonghan ate a fry, humming as he chewed while opening a packet of ketchup. “Are you hungry?” he asked, grabbing a couple of fries again. You nodded, unwrapping your burger slowly before meeting his gaze again.
Jeonghan cocked up his eyebrows, smiling as he watched you. “What’s going on in that little head of yours?” he asked in amusement.
You sighed, frowning for a bit as you searched for your words.
“Do you think… we’ll even convince him?” you asked him hesitantly.
Jeonghan cocked his head to the side. “Of course we will. You don’t think so?” he took a bite of his burger, nodding his head towards yours to get you to eat already.
“I’m not sure,” you sighed again before looking down at your cheeseburger, choosing not to further bother him with your insecurities before finally taking a big bite.
He could tell you had more on your mind than you led on, carefully watching you as he chewed his food. Jeonghan chose not to ask too many questions—not yet.
After finishing your food you headed back to the sorority. It was dark out, and if you stayed out for much longer your sorority sisters would undoubtedly start asking questions you didn’t want to answer.
As you left the frat you thought about how different Jeonghan really was compared to how you’d perceived him. He was funny, and more importantly, he was kind. So kind he’d given you his jacket so you wouldn’t get cold on your walk home. It felt good being around him, as though you were finally seen. Really seen.
You zipped up the dark blue jacket, the back adorned with big white ΙΖ' lettering, smiling to yourself like a creep as you thought about all of the dumb jokes Jeonghan had fed you the whole night.
Soonyoung sipped on his diet coke as he watched Seokmin and you work on your assignment, brown irises flickering between the two of you as he sat in silence.
He didn’t notice the familiar jacket you’d purposely left on the table next to your laptop, or how awkwardly your frame shifted in the stiff chair beneath the buzzing lights of the study hall.
You hadn’t been in contact with Jeonghan all day, assuming you’d see him again at the group meeting. Only he hadn’t shown up, the boys beside you mentioning how he’d told them he had been too tired to leave the house.
It had only been half an hour since you’d started working on coding a website for your three product skincare line—a task that would be a whole lot easier if Soonyoung and Seokmin had done their part of the assignment. Which they hadn’t.
At least you’d gotten somewhere today. The basics weren’t hard, you’d already finished most of the HTML structure and some basic CSS. To continue you needed to know what products you’d use—Seokmin’s task—and the color scheme and logo that would represent your website—which was what Soonyoung had to do.
You reminded yourself you all had the whole semester to finish, so for now you could relax. But you felt anything but relaxed, your body on edge in the presence of Soonyoung.
The screen of your phone lit up, your jaw ticking when you read the message.
Yoon Jeonghan: go flirt with him ;)
You accidentally met Soonyoung’s gaze, forcing yourself to give him a stiff smile. Soonyoung smiled back at you, straightening up in his chair before motioning to your laptop.
“Can I see?” he had a hopeful look on his face, his chubby cheeks growing in size as he smiled wider.
Jeonghan’s words echoed in your head, sending your pulse racing. Your stomach felt tight, gulping before you nodded and turned the screen to him. Why was this so hard?
“Oh! You did all this?” Soonyoung scanned the simple website you’d created, easily impressed by your abilities.
You nodded. “Yeah… It’ll look better after we have a logo and stuff,” you rambled, watching Soonyoung slowly pout. “Right,” he giggled, exhaling a soft breath. “I’ll get us a kick-ass logo soon, promise.” he smiled, making Seokmin chuckle in amusement. He obviously didn’t have much trust in his friend.
You called it a day soon after, feeling a bit defeated as you had no idea how to go about this. Sure, it was one thing to fake-date Soonyoung’s best friend, but without Jeonghan you had no clue how to act in front of him. You felt lost.
Things were basically the same as before—strictly friendly. That was it.
You sighed in defeat at the scene in front of you. Small groups of random students you didn’t recognize sipped on their cheap bottles of beer, chatting away without a care in the world.
“We won’t be long,” Jeonghan bumped your shoulder, already reading your mind. He smirked at the glare you were sending his way. “We just need to be seen together.” he explained for what seemed like the nth time, making you hum uninterested.
The frat seemed to get rowdier by the minute as Jeonghan poured you a drink in the kitchen. A special drink, or how he’d called it.
You didn’t want to admit it, but you were feeling nervous. It was the first time you’d so openly be seen together with Jeonghan. And you were still doubting all of it.
It wasn’t only the inquisitive eyes of strangers you dreaded—or Soonyoung’s, it was also the fact that your best friend would come.
You had no idea how you would convince her you’d randomly started dating Yoon Jeonghan out of all people, afraid she’d see right through you. How could she not?
Jeonghan handed you a glass with an almost black liquor, cocking up his eyebrow at you as he waited. You accepted it hesitantly before taking a big gulp. You figured you needed alcohol for this anyway.
“God, what’s in this?” you cringed at the heavy flavor, making the boy next to you laugh.
“You’ve never had jagermeister?” he snorted before bringing the rim to his quirked lips.
“Straight?” your eyes widened, watching him swallow down the drink.
“No, silly. I added coke.” he smiled, the essence from the liquor coating his lips.
You rolled your eyes, relaxing as he put his arm around you. “Calm down, ducky. You’re so on edge today,” he observed aloud, softly squeezing your shoulder. You only sighed, scanning the body of people before you.
Almost immediately, you made eye contact with Jaehee, who excitedly walked up to Jeonghan and you. She seemed pretty smug when she noticed Jeonghan’s arm around you, tilting her eyebrows playfully as she got closer.
“Hi y/nnie, Jeonghan,” she grinned. Jeonghan gave her a courtesy nod, smiling politely as he slid his hand down to rest atop your waist. The sensation of having his hand there caught you off guard for a moment.
“What’s all this? You know you’re not supposed to mix business with pleasure, right?” She teased, awfully surprised at the seemingly random pairing.
You didn’t question her reaction. Despite her not knowing about the grudge you’d held against Jeonghan for well over a year, she was very aware of your crush on Soonyoung. Which made Jeonghan and you together somewhat odd.
“Guess the cat’s out of the bag,” Jeonghan chuckled, pulling you closer to kiss the top of your head. “Had to pull out all of my charm for this one,” he continued, and you admired how well he was playing his role.
“Oh, i’m sure. You got the pick of the litter, Yoon Jeonghan,” Jaehee winked at you as she talked you up.
Her eyes easily found Jeonghan again. “But, make her sad once and see what happens.” Her lips pressed together in a straight line.
Jeonghan smiled, looking down at you as if you were the only one in the room. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” he almost whispered as you met his eye. You only blinked at him, not knowing how to respond before he chuckled at you and softly nudged your cheek with the back of his fingers, leaving the skin tingling from his touch.
“I have to restock the coolers real quick before the beer bros start complaining,” Jeonghan squeezed your waist before letting go of you. “I’ll give you two a minute.” he smiled, patting your head before walking off.
“What the fuck?!” Jaehee yell-whispered at you as you watched Jeonghan disappear. You had to remind yourself to act natural. This was all a part of the plan, after all.
“You’re dating Jeonghan? How did that happen?” Jae crossed her arms over her chest, a pleased smirk forming on her glossy lips.
You gave her a smile. “Oh, you know…” you brushed it off, chuckling.
“Is this why you’ve been so off lately?” she asked, shaking her head in amazement. You frowned as you took a sip of your overpowering drink. “I haven’t been off,” you told her after finishing your glass in one gulp.
“You so have!” she giggled, pushing your shoulder playfully. You only laughed, shrugging. “Maybe.” you pouted, giggling at the expression she was giving you.
Jaehee shook her head again in amazement, turning to the kitchen island to pour herself a drink.
Though you did feel bad for lying, you tried not to think about it for now. You’d tell her eventually, after all of this would merely be a funny memory you’d laugh at looking back.
“So,” she started, turning back to you with a mischievous grin. “Did you have sex with him yet?” she leaned in, reading your reaction carefully.
“Jaehee…” you rolled your eyes and laughed, trying not to seem too caught off guard at the question. The thought of it brought goosebumps to your skin, and you reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter to mask the shaky breath you suddenly had to let out. You needed it for emotional support anyway with Jeonghan not there to do the talking for you.
“Oh, come on! You got your first boyfriend and you want me to be cool about it?” she sulked.
“I don’t want to jinx anything yet,” you told her coolly, chuckling at her sighing out loud. “Fair.” she smiled sweetly, dropping it for now.
Soonyoung hadn’t spared you a second glance after his initial greeting—a mere wave—off laughing with Seokmin and some random girl for what had already felt like hours.
Jeonghan had been gone for a while already, and you were starting to feel restless without him. You blamed it on the scene in front of you—the way Soonyoung’s laugh echoed far too loudly at whatever the girl was telling him, his arm deliberately brushing her shirt. Your skin prickled almost painfully at the sight as you tried to pay attention to Jae’s rant about something Mingyu had done.
Still, Seokmin was right there. Equally as loud, friendly, exactly the buffer that should’ve made all of this easier to stomach. And yet… it didn’t. The restlessness lingered like a breath you couldn't fully release. An itch you couldn’t reach.
You kept glancing over at Soonyoung, but the longer you looked, the less you recognised him. The somewhat quiet, awkward kid you used to know felt like someone else entirely now. You were beginning to fear that you were chasing a past version of him, one that didn’t even exist anymore. You realised you were looking through the lens of someone who used to know him.
Maybe you were just doing this all wrong. Maybe if you were louder, or bolder—better, you wouldn’t be feeling this defeated.
There was a dull, stubborn ache in your chest that kept on growing, one that you couldn’t ignore no matter how hard you tried. The thought of doing all of this without even knowing if you still even wanted it stung, and all you wanted was to flee. All you wanted was for Jeonghan to make you laugh again.
“Fuck, okay—I’m gonna go find him,” Jaehee sighed after getting out all her pent up frustration, taking the remainder of her drink as a shot. “I’m going to confront him—remind him I’m a bad bitch who doesn’t take shit. Wish me luck.” Her jaw stiffened, eyes scanning the room to catch sight of Mingyu.
“Good luck, girl,” you forced a smile. You really didn’t want to be by yourself right now. But you didn’t say anything, watching her sigh before getting lost in the crowd.
You had the perfect opportunity to leave the party, walk the short route back to the sorority and simply call it a night. The alcohol had made you tired anyway.
Yet you found yourself sipping on another drink on the couch.
You were hoping Jeonghan would come find you. Whenever you were with him you seemed to forget about everything that gnawed at you. He was quickly becoming your comfort in all of the chaos you felt. Maybe he was the cause of it, too.
As if on cue, you spotted the long-haired boy in the sea of people. “There you are,” he said when he got close enough. His voice soothed you, and you already felt a bit better. Jeonghan slotted himself next to you on the couch with a low groan, his warm hand finding your knee as if it were natural.
“What’s wrong?” he squeezed you when you didn’t greet him. You shrugged.
Jeonghan looked at you for a moment, his big eyes reading you. “Is this about Soonyoung?” he blinked.
You exhaled a breath. “It’s stupid.”
“Probably,” he said, earning a glare. Jeonghan only smiled.
“C’mon, tell Jeonghannie,” He put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.
“I hate that.” you grumbled at the way he was referring to himself, making him chuckle. “Stop moping, little ducky,” he began stroking your hair..
You sighed, chewing on your bottom lip. You just looked at him for a moment, his features softening as he noted your hesitance.
“I don’t think I can do this,” you said carefully, frowning a little. You felt vulnerable vocalizing what’d been plaguing your mind, but somehow it eased the weight off your shoulders too.
His brown eyes didn’t leave yours, sympathy growing on his handsome face. Jeonghan then softly hummed in acknowledgment. “Why do you think that?” he simply asked.
You sighed again, looking away. “Just… It’s stupid—I don’t have a chance with him anyway,” you mumbled, making Jeonghan cock up his eyebrows.
“Huh? Of course you do, silly,” Jeonghan softly shook you, smiling at you sparingly. He wondered why you continued to put yourself down.
You looked at him, doubt clear on your face. “I don’t think so.” you shrugged. It was Jeonghan’s turn to sigh. “Well, you’re wrong.” he fixed a stray strand of your hair, putting the lock behind your ear.
You chuckled bitterly. “I’m not his type. I’m not… confident, or assertive… no one ever likes me,” your jaw tightened a bit as you spoke, your throat closing up.
Jeonghan frowned at you, pausing for a moment. “That’s not true y/n,” he shook his head, observing you carefully. “Like, not at all.” He sighed before gently nudging your chin, looking at you. You softly pouted, not really knowing what to say.
“Do you even know how lucky he’d be to have you?” he added, his sweet words only making you somber.
“He’ll see that too, so don't try to act like someone you’re not. You’re already perfect.” Jeonghan reassured you, holding your chin to keep you from looking away from him again. You swallowed a lump in your throat.
“Such a pretty girl…” he then hummed with a smile, only making things worse. You hated how much his words impacted you—how easily they reached the parts of you you tried to keep hidden.
“He’d be such an idiot…” he whispered, taking you in carefully.
You avoided his gaze, unable to repress the tears that were starting to form in the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know why it hit so hard—maybe because you wanted to believe it.
“Aigooya,” Jeonghan reached out to dry your tears. “Don’t cry on me, little ducky,” he pouted before giving your cheek a soft squeeze, slowly starting to smile.
“I’ll talk you up to him, okay? I promise.” he assured you. You blinked away your tears and exhaled a breath to compose yourself, nodding as you gave him a little smile.
“Good. Now, don’t be sad—or Jaehee will scold me for being a bad boyfriend.” he sighed, making you chuckle in the middle of all of this.
“I’m okay… thank you, Hannie.” you sniffled.
Jeonghan cocked his head to the side at the nickname you’d given him, smirking in amusement. “I already got a nickname? I must be good at this fake boyfriend thing.” he teased you, laughing when you pushed him.
“Ow!” he giggled. “Keep teasing me and I might start thinking you actually like me,” Jeonghan grinned, making you roll your eyes. “I’m not teasing you.” you tried not to smile.
“Oh? Calling me that is teasing, ducky.” he put his arm around you again, smiling as he pulled you into his embrace, this time keeping you there.
“You call me that stupid nickname every two seconds and I’m the one teasing?” you looked up at him, your cheek resting against his shoulder as he kept you close.
“I never said I wasn’t,” Jeonghan smirked, almost challenging you to say something back.
You could feel your face starting to heat up, not knowing how to get back at him. There was a brief pause between the two of you.
“You know,” Jeonghan then whispered, momentarily looking behind you before his sharp eyes invaded yours again. He licked his lips before glancing at yours, and the subtle action made you slightly nervous. “I know just how to get people’s attention,” the corner of his mouth rose, waiting on how you’d react. Now you were getting really nervous.
Still, you didn’t know what to say.
Jeonghan looked perfect as he studied you, like he already knew what you were thinking. You were terrified he might. Your quietness, your hesitation… you were convinced it only enticed him. But what if you were just imagining the sudden heaviness hanging in the air?
“What, you don’t want to kiss me?” his lip threatened to curl up again, though he tried his best not to.
Oh.
You blinked at him in surprise, too afraid to assume that he was actually serious.
“Jeonghan…” you whispered shyly, feeling your heart beating out of your chest.
Jeonghan knew you weren’t saying no—he could see it in your eyes, in the way you were looking at him the same way he had been looking at you. You wanted to. He wasn’t dumb. But you were simply too timid to initiate what he’d been alluding to.
He then gently cupped your cheek, fingers burning against your warm skin as he slowly leaned in. His lips parted in a pleased smirk noticing the hazy look hiding behind your eyes, thumb swiping your cheek to lure your blown pupils to meet his, commanding your full and uttermost attention. You melted under his touch, watching his long lashes fan his cheeks as he closed them, before his lips finally met yours in a soft but long kiss.
The party was all a blur by now, fixated on the feeling of Jeonghan’s lips and his body leaning into yours. You felt hot, and maybe not just because of the alcohol in your system. Just when you started to fear he’d pull away, Jeonghan purred against your mouth, holding you tighter before tracing a line on your bottom lip with his tongue. You let him take the lead, let him do as he pleased as he left you whimpering with a mere tug of his teeth.
You realised he’s messing with you even now, feeling him smile whenever he gets a sound out of you. You didn’t care this time, finding your hand suddenly clutching his shirt at his side as Jeonghan deepened the kiss, hearing the wet smacking sounds even over the music you had already tuned out.
You kissed Jeonghan back with equal fever. You were vaguely aware of people watching—You didn’t care. You didn’t want to stop. You moaned into his mouth at the sensation, a mess of spit and teeth that had your cheeks burn with anticipation.
It all felt a little too real—but maybe if you convinced yourself it was as real as it felt, others would believe it too. Even if Soonyoung didn’t see what was happening, word would spread eventually.
Then, he stopped.
“Let’s go to my room,” Jeonghan whispered, linking your fingers together before getting up and pulling you with him.
You only nodded, ignoring the quiet sting of something unfinished as he led you through the body of people, away from the rowdy living room.
You’d gotten what Jeonghan had promised—something to make all of this seem believable. And getting seen leaving together was the icing on the cake.
Your lips still tingled from the kiss, though you tried not to show how much Jeonghan had unraveled you as you entered his bedroom together. You were finally away from the party, and you could let yourself relax now. You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding before smiling, feeling Jeonghan’s eyes on you as you kicked off your shoes and crawled onto his bed.
“Mission accomplished,” you joked, lying down with a groan and stretching out your limbs to get comfortable.
Jeonghan didn’t respond. You watched him crawl onto the bed after you, mirroring your movements. You smiled at him, expecting him to roll onto his back next to you—only to freeze when he climbed on top of you instead.
Jeonghan kissed you again. Only this time he didn’t intend on stopping.
Your breath hitched against his lips, hands finding his shoulders as you let him.
The way his weight pressed into you made your head spin, like you were his for the taking.
His elbows framed your face, soft, long hairs brushing your face—you couldn’t think anymore. You didn’t want to think anymore.
“Jeonghan—“ you finally whispered, your body on fire as he shushed you with a long peck. You suppressed a moan and squeezed his shoulder in vain at the way he kept sucking and biting your bottom lip, a veil of pleasure spreading through every inch of you.
“Jeonghan—Wha-what are you doing?” you managed to stutter through your haze, feeling yourself practically glued to the mattress.
Jeonghan cupped your cheeks, giving you a long peck. “Can’t help myself. Y’re just so cute,” he mumbled before kissing you again, sighing when you started kissing him back.
The tips of his fingers found your skin under the hem of your top, brushing your hip almost hesitantly as if you could pull away at any moment, like any wrong move would bring you back to your senses and have you slip away from him.
You pulled him closer, sighing at the feeling of his hand slowly stroking up your side. Your back curled autonomously at the gentle caress, pressing your head into the pillow as Jeonghan ground his hips against yours.
Nimble fingers pulled up the cup of your bra, plumped pink lips pecking your ajar mouth as he squeezed your breast. You spread your thighs wider for him before pulling on the ends of his hair, kissing him hard as you started panting at the friction of his groin grinding against your clothed cunt.
“Hannie…” you whispered, curling your back again.
“Yes, ducky?” Jeonghan asked softly, rolling your nipple between his fingers.
“Please…” you gulped, letting go of his hair to pull at the hem of his shirt.
You’d never fake dated before, but you were sure you were breaking every rule in the book.
Jeonghan slowly started kissing down to your neck, only stopping to rid himself of the fabric you wanted gone. His smooth back felt soft as you shyly traced a line over the fair skin, eyes closing with a sigh when he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder.
“Is this still okay?” Jeonghan whispered against your skin, his fingers splayed over your exposed stomach where your top had ridden up, softly kneading your waist. You nodded, and he softly moaned when your nails brushed the nape of his neck, tangling gently in his long hair.
You guided his lips back to yours, all signs of modesty ignored, evident in the way your tongue nastily demanded his.
“Fuck.” Jeonghan breathed. “Can I touch you, baby?” he asked, squeezing your waist while his thumbs pushed down against the waistband of your jeans. Eagerly, you nodded. “Yes, please,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling the corners of his mouth tug up.
You sucked on his bottom lip to silence any potential sneer that would follow, smiling at the hushed curse that followed.
Jeonghan kept kissing you as he undid the button of your jeans, fingers dipping into the fabric to tug them down to your knees.
The short sensation of his body grinding against you had already left a mess between your legs, leaving a subtle dark patch on your panties.
You didn’t give Jeonghan much of an opportunity to pull away from you, mewling against his mouth at the sudden feeling of his fingers slowly starting to rub your clit.
Your body started meeting his touch, hips following his movement as your jaw slacked.
Jeonghan softly hummed, brown eyes fixated on your face as he kept pecking your top lip.
“More, Hannie…” your chest tightened when you met his eye, a heavy veil settling over your body as the weight of what the two of you were doing sank in.
Jeonghan looked down at you, taking a beat too long to respond as if he had realized the exact same thing. Then he smiled—almost smirking before applying more pressure.
You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut for a quick second before giving him a hard kiss. You softly shook your head. “More.” you told him again, a short wave of anxiety seeping through your body that instantly disappeared again when he dipped his fingers inside of your panties, finally touching you where you needed him.
“Is this better?” he whispered, smiling when you gave him this look, begging for him to kiss you properly again.
“Yes,” you said almost inaudibly, your nails raking over the back of his neck at the feeling of his soft lips pushing against yours.
He circled your clit with his thumb, his fingers taunting your burning entrance.
You spread your thighs even further, hoping it would lead to him pushing his fingers deep inside of you already.
Instead, Jeonghan took his time teasing your clit and entrance, thumb pushing into your nub as two of his fingers brushed against your wet hole.
Your hands slid to his cheeks, cupping his face before moaning into his mouth. You could feel him smile at the sounds he was inciting out of you, only spurring the both of you on more.
His digits pushed against your entrance, starting to dip inside of you before stopping right when you started to feel your entrance burn. They slipped back against your wet entrance, a chuckle rolling out of his throat when you exhaled a breath of frustration.
“Say please,” Jeonghan purred against your lips, now completely abandoning your core to gently pinch your clit. You exhaled another breath, brows furrowing while your cheeks grew hotter.
“Jeonghan…” you whispered, squeezing his shoulder in hopes of having him give in to you.
“Come on, just like you did before,” he continued, failing to hide how much he enjoyed the reaction he had on you.
You sighed, feeling as if you were cloud nine as he started nibbling on your bottom lip.
“Please…” you gulped, imagining his long fingers pushing inside of you.
“Good girl,” Jeonghan mumbled, his hot tongue finding yours before he did just that, two digits starting to slowly enter you. A moan filled the air, your breath hitching as your pussy stretched to accommodate his fingers.
He moved them at a slow pace, opening his eyes to watch you wither under him. A sight he didn’t want to ever forget.
“Does that feel good, ducky?” Jeonghan whispered, brushing your lips with his. You quickly nodded, trying to keep kissing him despite the overwhelming pleasure that kept building, putting you in a trance.
He went a bit faster, forehead touching yours as his eyes remained glued to your face. Your eyelashes fanned your cheeks, lips twitching and mouth unfurling with every delicious drag of his fingers.
“Mmnh!” you whimpered and bucked your hips when he circled your hard clit, making your thighs twitch at the friction. You tightened around him, clutching his shoulder and pulling him flat against your body as some sort of anchor.
You gasped for air, sliding a leg over his hip before pushing yours up, chasing the orgasm you felt approaching quickly.
Jeonghan kissed your nose before going even faster, dying to watch you come around his fingers.
You bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as pleasure bloomed inside of you, consuming you as you reached your high with another loud whimper.
“Fuck,” you moaned, sighing as your thigh unhooked from his hip and slid back down on the mattress.
Jeonghan kissed your cheek, slowly pulling his fingers out of you before sucking them clean while looking at you. He had you speechless.
“Are you okay?” Jeonghan asked softly, your eyes fixated on his plump lips. Slowly, you nodded, feeling slightly unsure as you pecked his lips. Jeonghan smiled.
“You’re cute,” he chuckled, fixing the wild strands of your hair before moving to push himself up. Your hand quickly found his bicep.
“No.” you slipped out, eyes wide and hazy as you looked at him.
Jeonghan tilted his head, blinking slowly. Then he smiled in amusement. “Aren’t you tired, baby?” Jeonghan teased you, his muscles relaxing as he found his previous position again.
You shook your head.
“Do you… do you want to?” you asked a bit unsure, only hoping you weren’t embarrassing yourself. What if the moment was just that—a moment that had now passed.
Jeonghan laughed, giving you a chaste kiss.
“Are you serious? Do you even know how hard I am right now?” he chuckled when you replied with a nod, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand before pushing himself up at last.
You watched him unbuckle his belt, admiring his pretty body whilst he rid himself of his pants. Your eyes followed a path down to his boxers, swallowing a lump in your throat at what you were seeing.
You didn’t expect just how big he were, even with the dark piece of fabric that was still covering his manhood.
“Are you gonna take it off for me?” Jeonghan asked you, his sultry voice and bedroom eyes making your chest thump. Those eyes of his would have you do anything he asked of you.
You suddenly realized you were still lying down with your pants half on, shyly tugging them down together with your panties before discarding them on the floor. You kneeled on the bed, crawling over to where Jeonghan was to push him down and settle between his thighs.
He watched you slip off your top over your head, your bra thrown on the growing pile to the side.
You bit your lip as Jeonghan admired your naked body, his hand reaching out to stroke your thigh.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, squeezing your skin. You gave him a small smile, trying to exhale a controlled breath as your fingers splayed over his lower tummy.
“You’re pretty too.” Your lip twitched, eyes leaving his to glide down his figure, your digits hooking into his boxers to pull at the stretchy band.
“Thank you, ducky.” Jeonghan hummed, licking his lips as he watched you get him fully naked.
Your lungs filled up with air when you saw his large cock, the tip glistening and leaking pre-cum already. You weren’t sure if you were able to fit all of him inside of you, and the mere thought of it sinking deep inside made you gulp. In a good way.
Quickly, your hand wrapped around the base, your lips parting as you leaned down a little to let a glob of spit drip down onto the red tip.
Jeonghan sighed, his eyes narrowing as he watched you carefully.
You spread the wetness all over his length, the dirty sounds filling the air even over the subtle music off in the distance. Jeonghan’s body relaxed under your touch, his mouth slightly open as he breathed deeper.
The sight in front of you had your cunt tighten around nothing. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to do this. Right now you needed to feel him.
Jeonghan’s hands found your waist, his breath hitching when you straddled him and fisted his hard cock to align the tip against your folds. You kissed him, softly moaning against his lips as you ground your cunt against him.
Slowly but gradually, you started sinking down, a mixture of your moans filling the air.
He was so big, and you struggled to accommodate his thick tip. “Slow down.” Jeonghan groaned, throwing his head back to release a filthy whimper as you ignored him and did your best to keep going.
“Fuck,” you moaned, clencing around his size fruitlessly. You held his shoulders to support yourself, your hips stuttering when you finally sat down on him. You exhaled a shaky breath before rolling your hips, the overstimulation killing you.
You moaned again, feeling him press right onto your G-spot.
He looked so effortlessly pretty like this. The strands of his long hair framed his face, tongue peeking out from plump lips as his chest adorned a new red-colored flush. You could feel him tighten his grip on your waist, big eyes watching you.
You found a steady rhythm, trying your best to keep yourself from cumming already—which proved to be harder than anything.
A yelp came out of you when his thumb brushed your clit just like before, your jaw slacking at the newfound pleasure running through your body. “Fuck, Jeonghan,” you gulped hard, biting your lip and moaning when he thrusted up once to meet you.
“You feel so fucking good, ducky,” Jeonghan moaned, yanking you down by your shoulder to have your chests meet. He put an arm around you, keeping you pressed against you as he planted his feet down on the mattress to fuck up into you. You whimpered hard.
“Sorry, sorry, just need you now,” he groaned, his cheek pressing against your crown.
You squeezed his shoulders, whimpering uncontrollably as he kept a head-spinning pace. You pressed your mouth against his neck, making him curse as your teeth found his skin.
Jeonghan gripped your ass, kneading the skin as the filthy sounds echoed through his bedroom.
Anyone walking past would be able to hear what was happening, and yet you really didn’t care. You were sure Jeonghan didn’t care.
Your body felt on fire, the feeling of his hands gripping you to keep you from moving leaving you breathless.
Then, he rolled you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head by your wrists as he started fucking you again. Jeonghan licked his lips, watching you wither under him with a pair of hazy eyes to match his.
God, he was big. He stretched you out so deliciously, so perfectly. You squeezed your eyes shut when his mouth encircled your nipple, sucking and biting carelessly to take you apart even further.
“Fuck. Gonna cum soon. Can’t take it anymore,” Jeonghan groaned, sucking and leaving a train of love bites from your tit to your neck. You bit your lip and nodded, sighing at how full you felt. You were right there with him, your muscles burning and your cunt pulsing as that familiar feeling spread through your body.
“D-don’t pull out.” you gulped, curling your back before moaning.
Jeonghan gave you a kiss. “Have to, baby,” he told you, trapping your wrists with one hand as the other one found your clit again. You whimpered and squirmed under him, weakly shaking your head.
“Please?” you sighed, bucking your hips. Jeonghan groaned as his lips found yours, his breath hitching.
“God—Are you sure?” he asked, his thrust becoming sloppy.
You nodded soundlessly, feeling like you were floating. As if the world around you didn’t exist.
“Yes, Hannie,” you hooked a leg around his waist, making the both of you moan in each other’s mouth.
Jeonghan felt even deeper now, massaging your bundle of nerves until he felt you starting to cum around him. He cursed at the feeling of your tight pussy gripping his cock, your body going slack against his. He stilled as his warm cum started filling you, softly moving to fuck his release deep inside.
You curled your back in pleasure, exhaling a long breath as you relished the dizzying feeling.
Jeonghan let go of your wrists to cup your cheek, pressing a long kiss on your parted lips before resting his face in the crook of your neck. He stroked your sides as he tried to catch his breath, planting more soft kisses there as his hips slowly moved against yours, before finally stopping.
You stayed like that for a moment, feeling Jeonghan’s chest rise and fall as his cock remained lodged inside of you. Only when you started to feel your mixed release dripping from where you were joined he slowly lifted his hips to let his cock fall out of you.
You bit your lip at the feeling, already missing the closeness you shared.
Jeonghan sat up and fixed his hair before helping you up, holding your hand as he wordlessly walked to the bathroom with you.
“Are you okay, ducky?” he asked softly after running the shower. You gave him a smile, nodding. “I’m good, Hannie. Are you?” you asked him, your smile growing when he nodded.
“Of course,” he squeezed your cheek before signaling for you to enter the shower, watching you step inside before following you.
Sunlight warmed your face, the fraternity oddly quiet compared to the night before. You rubbed your tired eyes before turning to an already awake Jeonghan, blinking at the ceiling as if he was deep in thought.
“Hey,” you said softly, cuddling up next to him.
Jeonghan smiled, putting his arm around you.
“Hi ducky.” he sweetly rubbed your back, tracing patterns on his shirt you were wearing.
You tried not to think too much about what had happened between you two. You weren’t ready to face the consequences of your actions yet, not today at least.
“Do you think Soonyoung saw us?” you then asked him quietly, tilting your head.
Jeonghan got quiet for a moment, momentarily stopping the tracing on your back as he looked at you.
“Yeah. Probably.”
“I think so too,” you hummed, resting your face against his chest. “Hopefully,” you added before smiling, closing your eyes again.
“Right.” Jeonghan looked at you, his fingers finding your hair again.
You didn’t realize how quiet the room had gotten again.
The distant laughing and shouting from the group of boys running around at the school’s football field brought a surprisingly comforting atmosphere–almost calming as the ball got kicked around from left to right.
Your eyes easily found Soonyoung’s figure. He was hard to miss. Maybe you were just naturally drawn to him, despite the doubt that had started growing inside of your head.
It had merely started as a tiny seed, a speck of uncertainty that had grown into something bigger—clouding your mind ever since that day not long ago. The same day where you ended up sleeping with Jeonghan.
It had only been a few days since then, but you just couldn’t figure out why you were starting to fear this plan of Jeonghan somehow working.
It’s not that you had even an inkling of trust in this plan—that hadn’t progressed one bit, mind you—It was just that Jeonghan seemed to have some kind of magical power to get whatever he wanted.
He was alluring. A pretty face that knew just what to say and when to say it was truly a deadly combination. You were sure he could convince you to jump in a ditch if he smiled at you right.
Maybe you were right to enjoy your time with Jeonghan while you figured out what you really wanted. It was no use to put an end to it now—not when your new friendship with Jeonghan was making you feel a lot happier than you’ve been for the past few years. Nothing wrong with that, right?
“Keep still,” Jeonghan teasingly pulled you back by your lock of hair he was braiding, snapping you out of your train of thought.
“Ow!” you complained with a pout, giggling when Jeonghan tsked at your obvious exaggeration.
You were sitting in front of his body with your legs crossed, plucking at the blades of grass that tickled the palms of your hands.
“Didn’t you like football, Hannie?” you frowned as your eyes followed the flock of boys running around, ignoring how he sighed whenever you moved too much for his liking. He hummed, carefully tying the bottom of your braid before finally letting go of your hair.
You quickly turned your head, Jeonghan watching your braid snapping to the side as you looked back at him.
“Then why aren’t you playing?” you asked him, watching him chuckle at you before carefully moving your braid over your shoulder.
“Can’t I spend time with my girlfriend?” he smirked at you, laughing when you rolled your eyes. “I’m being serious,” you sighed, scooting to sit next to him. “Me too.” Jeonghan grinned, draping his arm around your shoulder right as Soonyoung giggled in the background. You briefly glanced at him, exhaling in amusement as you watched him laugh, running to the other side of the field with others hot on his heels, kicking the ball in the direction of the goal.
Your eyes naturally found Jeonghan again, watching the corners of his mouth lift up as you made eye contact. For some reason the energy felt heavier in this moment, and you were overly aware of how close you were sitting. You could feel his chest expand as he breathed, smell the peach shampoo off his dark hair—or the subtle peppery, bergamot scent from his perfume that mixed in whenever he moved.
You gave him a half-smile before quickly diverting your gaze down back to the grass, routinely pulling at the blades again.
“Did you—Did you ever talk to him?” you scrunched your eyebrows momentarily as you broke the silence, shortly looking at Jeonghan before watching the blades of grass in your hand get carried away by the wind.
“Hm?” Jeonghan leaned into you at your question, his fingers finding the end of your braid to toy with.
“I mean—Did you talk to Soonyoung for me?” you clarified, looking at him sparingly.
“Oh—right. Yeah, I did,” He told you, making you kind of worried with the way he didn’t share more.
“And…?” You asked unsure, feeling more and more insecure by the second. Even the possibility of catching Soonyoung’s eye after all of these years brought goosebumps to your skin.
“He said you’re insanely cute,” Jeonghan told you, watching your reaction.
You blinked in surprise, your lips forming a subtle pout as you took in his words. Slowly, you nodded, flashing Jeonghan a small smile. “Really?” you asked him, caught off guard. Jeonghan nodded, making you giggle by squeezing your cheek. “Yes, really. I mean, who could ever resist you? It was bound to happen eventually,” he shrugged, making you cringe and bump your shoulder into his chest.
Truth was, Jeonghan was lying straight through his teeth. He had never talked with Soonyoung about you after making his promise to you. He was never planning on it, either. He didn’t know why, but for some reason he just didn’t want to. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he didn’t want to put an end to this fake relationship. Not when being with you felt like remembering something warm from a dream he didn’t want to forget.
“Hey guys!” Soonyoung exclaimed happily as he ran up to Jeonghan and you, a football tucked under his arm. “Did you see me score?!” he carelessly dropped the football before plopping down on the grass in front of the two of you, letting the ball roll a bit before settling beside him.
“Oh, of course we did Soonyoungie!” Jeonghan smiled at him, and you felt his hand find your shoulder again as he fed him the little white lie. “You did so well,”
You watched Soonyoung, his cute eyes progressively getting smaller upon getting praised by his older friend. He giggled sweetly, meeting your eye as he smiled open-mouthed, like a puppy waiting to get a treat.
“You were great,” you nodded at him, your body responding to having him in front of you after finding out what he’d supposedly said about you.
“Thank you, y/n!” Soonyoung giggled again, pouting in satisfaction. He looked almost shy, yet his demeanor quickly changed when he realised he actually came to ask something.
“Oh—Mingyu and I were thinking of cooking some meat and having drinks at home. You guys are coming too, right?” he looked between Jeonghan and you, his face relaxed as he expected you’d say yes.
You opened your mouth to answer, but Jeonghan started speaking right before you got the chance to. “We are actually about to head to y/n’s place, right ducky?” Jeonghan asked with his mouth dangerously close to your ear, his fingers starting to stroke your shoulder over your top.
You looked over at Jeonghan for a second before looking at Soonyoung. “We were?” you blinked dumbly before realising Jeonghan had made it up on the spot. He chuckled. “Yeah, we were going to work on the project for a bit,” he simply said, and if you didn’t know any better you’d believe him.
“Argh, the project?” Soonyoung scratched behind his ear, smiling playfully.
“Mhm,” Jeonghan only smiled.
“Well, maybe you guys could come after? Seungcheol hyung got us a bunch of weed, it’s gonna be fun!” Soonyoung pushed himself up from the floor as he boasted about tonight, hoping to convince his hyung.
“Yeah, maybe,” Jeonghan said uninterestedly, patting your back before the two of you mimicked the blonde-haired boy and got up from the grass.
As you walked the opposite direction of Soonyoung, exiting the somewhat crowded football field while bumping shoulders with Jeonghan, you found yourself sneaking a look at his pretty face.
His big eyes always drew you in, making you smile as you called his name. There was a hint of playfulness behind his eyes as he looked at you, as if he’d already predicted your action.
“Work on the project?” you only said, cocking up your eyebrow in curiosity.
Jeonghan chuckled, shrugging. “I want to hang out with you,” he admitted. “Just us two.” he added, smiling. “Why, did you want to be with Soonyoungie?” he smirked, his hand bumping against yours. He looked down for a second before looking back at you.
You looked away, failing to hide your smile. “I mean, isn’t that the whole reason why we’re doing this?” you chuckled, hearing him silently giggle. “Sure,” he hummed, smiling cheekily.
Jeonghan silently grabbed your wrist when the distance between you became too big for his liking, closing his eyes in a smile when you looked up at the sudden touch.
“We can go hang with them later, how does that sound ducky?” Jeonghan asked, his tone one of a kindergarten teacher affirming a small child. You hummed, and when Jeonghan silently linked your pinkies together you tried to remain calm. Collected.
“We’ll see,” you said, sneaking a look down at your hands.
Jeonghan almost grinned when he noticed, liking how you tried to act cool, as if you felt normal about it. Only, you could tell what he was doing, mustering up your courage to convince him you did feel very much normal about linking pinkies with him.
“You do know Soonyoung isn’t around, huh?” you gave him a look, smiling when he did too.
“I know,” he simply said. “But others might see us. It’s called being prepared, baby.” he purred, making you roll your eyes, though you couldn’t hide your amusement even if you tried.
“Whatever.” you sighed, making the corners of Jeonghan’s mouth twitch.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me?” you narrowed your eyes at Jeonghan, who was currently busying himself with smelling each bottle of perfume you had in your possession.
“Found my favorite,” Jeonghan turned to show you the perfume you usually wore, taking his time spraying it on his wrist and letting it dry down before smelling it on his skin. He sighed in contentment, smiling before setting it back.
“It smells best on you,” he concluded with a small shrug before finally walking towards you, sighing when he actually saw you with your laptop open.
“You really want to work on the project?” He took a seat next to you on the bed before crossing his arms over his chest. You gave him a look. “You mean the project you haven’t worked on for a single minute? Yeah,” you looked at him, making Jeonghan throw his head back in a sigh. “You know I’ve actually helped a lot, smartypants.”
You chuckled. “Yeah, by bossing us around maybe.” you cocked up your eyebrow at him, making Jeonghan scoff in disbelief. “Alright, Miss know-it-all. What have you done, then?” he sighed, smiling at you.
You shrugged, letting him snatch your laptop from your lap. He scrolled through the webpage that was open, brows furrowing slightly as he took everything in.
“Wait, ducky, did you code this?” he looked at you, slightly raising his eyebrows as he waited for your reply. You only nodded.
“Huh,” he exclaimed, blinking at the screen. “How did you do that? Isn’t that like—hard?” he frowned. “I didn’t know you could do this,” he continued, a smile growing on his lips.
You rolled your eyes at him. “Well, I am majoring in software engineering, Jeonghan,” you explained, watching a pout grow on his face.
“Wow, I didn’t know that. How did I not know? You’re so talented, y/nnie,” Jeonghan smiled cheekily, pinching your cheek in affection. You whined as you slapped his hand away, laughing at him. “You never asked,” you chuckled, feeling a little shy.
“Mhm, you’re right. I guess I didn’t…” he clicked his tongue, remembering how he had never really spoken to you prior to getting paired together for the project, how getting to know you had been the least of his worries back then.
He smiled watching you trying not to sulk, finding it cute that you were obviously thinking about his past indifference as well.
“M sorry about that, ducky. I know I annoyed you a lot in the past,” Jeonghan looked at you, fingers instinctively finding your braid again. He ran the pad of his thumb down the textured hair, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinked slowly.
You rolled your eyes playfully, the corners of your mouth tugging up as you realized how much you despised him then. That same smirk that used to irk you whenever you caught Jeonghan’s mischievous expression from the back of class was now the very reason you felt so alive.
“You still annoy me,” you bit your lip trying to hide your smile, laughter bubbling from your throat when your words seemed to catch him off guard, his mouth opening in an ‘o’.
“You’re so gonna regret that.” Jeonghan smirked, quickly setting aside your laptop to tickle you. You let out a scream, trying to squirm away as his fingers crept up your sides to your armpits.
“Jeonghan! Stop!” you laughed, your body instinctively flinching from the attack.
Jeonghan giggled, his eyes almost manic as he relished in the reaction he was getting out of you. “My god, I don't think I’ve ever gotten you this loud, ducky,” Jeonghan smirked, getting one more squeal out of you before allowing you to grab his wrists to stop him.
The boy in front of you definitely did not realize how his words evoked a certain memory with you, cheeks growing hotter as you’re forced to replay the images you’d been actively pushing away for days.
You let go of his wrists when he spoke, “Alright, let’s work on this project then,” he hummed, completely oblivious as he opened your laptop.
You caught yourself looking directly at his mouth, a shameful kind of tingle spreading through your body. You forced your eyes away, looking at your lap instead. You missed his mouth, his kisses. You think you could kiss Jeonghan for hours if he let you. Oh my god, focus, you thought to yourself.
“You okay?” Jeonghan cocked up his brow as he noticed your tense body. You nodded.
“God, I hate this. Okay, whatever,” Jeonghan trailed off as he scrolled through your notes, already dreading having to waste his energy on school. “Did you know I once bribed a teacher so I didn’t have to do a group project?” he briefly looked up to catch your reaction, hiding a smirk as he started typing something.
“What?” You barely caught what he said, gulping when he started laughing out loud. “Just kidding. But it sounded quite believable, right?” he licked his lips, a lock of his hair falling in his eye.
You were sitting so close to each other. You only had to lean in and you could experience the same dizzying sensation of meeting his warm lips again.
So, you did. Jeonghan blinked in surprise when you gave him a chaste kiss, high on adrenaline and drunk on your desires, not giving him a chance to react before kissing him for a second time.
A part of you felt like crying, unable to place all the different kinds of thoughts and feelings that were whirling inside of you. It was all so unfamiliar, and you felt too vulnerable. If Jeonghan were to reject your advances you were afraid of how it would all manifest.
“y/n—“ Jeonghan’s words got muffled when you kissed him again, pushing your laptop away from his lap to kiss him properly.
His hands found your cheeks, tongue eagerly meeting yours as his body crowded you until your back met the mattress. Before you knew it he was already on top of you. “You little minx,” Jeonghan mumbled jokingly, squeezing your face before kissing you harder.
You knew you probably shouldn’t have initiated anything, but it all just felt so natural. You kept kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip before teasingly biting the supple skin. Jeonghan groaned, gripping your shoulders to keep you pinned below him.
“Thought you wanted to go see Soonyoung?” Jeonghan asked, moaning when you purposely tugged on the ends of his hair.
You shook your head, taking in a sharp breath when Jeonghan broke the kiss to tentatively encircle your throat with this hand—softly—just to see your reaction.
He seemed oddly surprised to see the aroused look in your eyes, smirking as he softly leaned in—only to stop right before his lips made contact with yours. He giggled meanly when you tried to kiss him back, a brief veil of shame tingling your body.
“Aw, you wanna kiss me that bad?” he cooed, pouting at you mockingly. Jeonghan loved to have you like this, all shy and nervous. So unsure.
“Are you not gonna answer me, ducky?” Jeonghan tightened his grip on your neck a little, biting his lip as he smiled cockily watching your eyes widen. Only, he easily could tell you wanted more.
“You like this, huh?” he grinned.
You tried to nod. “Like anything u do, Hannie,” you admitted, making him mumble a curse in response.
Your words only spurred him on more, and a euphoric feeling spread through his body as he watched you sprawled out underneath him with his hand fanned out over your throat. The sudden high caught him off guard.
He gave your nose a soft kiss, softly pulling away to look at you. He paused for a moment before letting go of you, smiling apologetically when you seemed confused.
“What’s wrong?” you whispered, frowning.
He sighed. “I don’t know about this, ducky,” Jeonghan slowly turned on his side and moved a lock of your hair from your face, not quite knowing why he suddenly felt this odd feeling brooding inside of his chest.
You mimicked him by turning on your side, staying quiet for a moment as you thought. “Do you… regret what happened?” you whispered, suddenly feeling insecure.
Jeonghan shook his head. “No. No, baby. You know I want to—It’s just—We shouldn’t, you know? We’re only…” he sighed, not finishing his sentence.
You slowly nodded, but you really didn’t care about what was right and what wasn’t. You didn’t want to say it, but you having sex had been because of Jeonghan initiating first. It was his fault, so you really didn’t care.
You leaned in to peck his pout. “I know… I do, just—just for a little bit, Hannie,” you got even closer, the tops of your fingers grazing his chest before finding their way down. Jeonghan stroked your cheek before leaning in to softly kiss you again, sighing as your hand brushed over his crotch.
Despite knowing what was right, he wanted this too. Jeonghan needed to have you. Over and over again.
He began to undo your jeans as your hand slipped down his, smiling as you started stroking his hardening cock.
Jeonghan moaned at the feeling of your hand pumping his length, biting his lip whilst the tips of his fingers teased your slit over your panties.
“No teasing.” you warned him, earning a knowing grin from the boy in front of you.
“Alright,” he released a shaky breath, fingers easily finding your wet clit to play with.
You were both still laying on your sides, and your head tipped back as pleasure bloomed inside of you. Jeonghan took the opportunity to kiss your neck, his teeth dragging across your skin to incite a gasp from you.
“More, Hannie,” you whispered, angling your hips for him.
Jeonghan sucked the skin under your ear, keeping his fingers at a set pace without straying from your bundle of nerves. He knew you’d be asking him for more soon, and that’s exactly why he didn’t plan on giving in just yet.
You squeezed his cock at the lack of response, making him meet your eye as you began moving your hand faster. You could just tell by the look he was giving you he was up to something, sighing at him in pleasurable annoyance.
You went even faster, earning a high-pitched whimper from Jeonghan, who still didn’t give you what you asked for.
Agitated, you halted all movement to hook your leg over his hip, pressing your lips against his while starting to grind your cunt against his hard cock.
Jeonghan firmly grabbed your hip, moaning against your lips as he grinded with you.
Your tongue slipped into his warm mouth, your arms encircling his head to keep kissing him.
Annoying, suffocating clothes found the floor, your bodies quick to find each other again after discarding all of the pieces of fabric.
“Fuck,” Jeonghan mumbled against your lips. He squeezed your ass, helping move you against him till the both of you were left panting in each other’s mouths.
“Please, Hannie. M-more,” you moaned at the friction of his length gliding between your pussy lips, his tip rubbing your clit as his balls pressed against your entrance.
Still, Jeonghan wanted to tease you. An image of you crying, begging for his cock haunted his head, and he needed to see that come true with his own eyes right this moment.
“Can’t,” he said between kisses, making you whine.
“Hannie…” you tried again, nibbling on his bottom lip.
Jeonghan smacked your ass hard, gripping your skin as he moved you harder against him. You moaned at the pain and pleasure, your hand finding a lock of his hair to hold onto.
“Y-Yes we can.” you softly tugged on his hair, commanding his attention. You pecked his lips softly, hoping to get what you wanted.
Jeonghan chuckled in amusement, spanking your ass again. “No.” he said, smiling at the hiss leaving your mouth.
He took notice of you getting agitated instead, figuring if he wanted you to cry for him he needed to fuck you to tears instead.
“Hurry, Jeonghan.” you complained in annoyance, having had enough of his games. Jeonghan hummed, giving you a soft kiss before moving a hand down to grab his hard cock. “You’re so needy,” he said in amusement before aligning his tip with your entrance, only getting a breathless sigh in response.
He sheathed himself inside of you in one go, moaning at the feeling of your pussy. Oh, how he’d missed this.
You whimpered at the stretch, hooking your leg tighter around his hip so it wouldn’t slide down.
Jeonghan started kissing you roughly before beginning to thrust, wrapping his arms around you to keep you pinned against his body. You moaned against his lips, gripping his locks for support as you relished in the feeling of him fucking you.
Still, he had this urge to be even closer to you, though he didn’t know how. Jeonghan rolled you on your back, looking into your eyes as he set a slower, much deeper pace.
“Hannie…” you sighed, cupping his cheeks to give him a long kiss. Jeonghan smiled at you when you pulled back, resting his forehead against yours as he kept going.
He suddenly felt the need to be gentle with you, to show you how much you had started to mean to him in such a short period of time. He couldn’t stop looking at your face—at the way your jaw tightened every time he bottomed out, or how your mouth opened and closed autonomously. Your drawn eyebrows twitched with every sound spilling out of you, the sounds like music to his ears.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hips stuttering at how deep he was. “Don’t stop,” you moaned, putting your arms around his torso. You bit your lip as you looked up at him, Jeonghan’s fingers slowly stroking up your side before he wrapped his arms around your body too. You looked at each other, room quiet apart from your mixed pleasure, together with the forgotten sounds of the bed creaking. Rhythmic, deep thrusts brought you both closer to the edge, your breathing getting louder as you forgot about the outside world. Or the situation you were in.
As you came around Jeonghan with a guttural moan, he found himself losing control. You pressed your lips to his, nails digging into his back at the peak of your orgasm. Jeonghan spilled inside of you next, holding you tighter with a groan to match yours.
Your body squirmed, hips slowly grinding against him as you came down from your high. You peeled your lips from Jeonghan, who tried to catch his breath as you gave him a smile.
Somewhere there, he contemplated if he’d just made love to you, blinking through his haze. Did he? Did you think so too?
He gave your cheek a peck before rolling off you, feeling your warm body seeking his. “Tired?” he asked, stroking your shoulder. You hummed while nodding, putting the covers over your bodies.
As Jeonghan lay on his back, catching his breath and watching your blinking, tired eyes grow heavier, it suddenly all made sense to him. The stubborn unwillingness to push Soonyoung to ask you out, the selfish need to keep you close for just a tad longer, or the odd knot in his stomach whenever he looked at you.
His eyes found your soft lips, swollen and chapped from kissing you for what felt like hours. Your mouth shyly curled up as you snuggled against him, the soft pads of your fingers stroking his chest before nuzzling your cheek against his arm. Your naked bodies pressed together, seeking closeness despite still feeling hot from the sex.
He felt it as he looked at you. A warm feeling spread through his chest, reaching every corner and crevice of his body.
Jeonghan had fallen for you.
Before he could stop himself he gently lifted up his hand to stroke your cheek, resisting the urge to sigh when your eyes closed instinctively.
He also realized he had been sabotaging your chances with Soonyoung—not intentionally, of course. Or maybe it was.
Fuck, he felt bad. He felt like an asshole for being so selfish. For falling in love with you.
A part of him screamed at him to just keep going like he had been. Just for a little bit. But it felt unfair to you, despite how much he liked spending time with you. It had been so easy making you a part of his life, his routine—as natural as breathing. He didn’t want it to end.
But he knew you were doing this for one reason only. It was his problem he had fallen for you, and from now on he knew he had to help you.
You were amazing, funny, and smart—And Soonyoung would see that too. He knew he would. He had to. And even though Soonyoung had never explicitly brought you up, you were insanely cute.
“Hey, y/nnie?” Jeonghan whispered, secretly hoping you would be already asleep.
“Hm?” you opened one eye before the other, making Jeonghan smile weakly as he started stroking your hair.
He almost couldn’t get the words out, his voice seemingly stuck in his throat. He forced a cough. “Maybe it would be a good idea to ask Soonyoung out yourself,” he suggested, his tone devoid of sincerity.
You blinked at him, your brain barely functioning with how tired you felt.
“Really?” you whispered, failing to hide the frown creasing your brows. The words almost hurt your stomach. Even if you wanted to, you didn’t think you’d have that kind of courage.
“Yeah. I forgot he’s kinda terrible at making the first move. He can be shy like that. He will definitely say yes, though,” Jeonghan nodded, giving you a smile.
Slowly, you nodded too. “I hope so.” you mumbled, making Jeonghan chuckle.
“I know so. Told you he thinks you’re cute,”
“Alright,” a smile slowly spread over your face. Jeonghan did know Soonyoung best, and if he thought it would work then you would at least try to gather your courage.
“Thank you, Hannie.” You kissed Jeonghan’s cheek before closing your eyes again, relaxing against his warm body as he pulled you closer.
You couldn’t help but feel sad it would really be over like this.
After three whole days of contemplating on how to approach Soonyoung, you were at a loss. It also didn’t help that Jeonghan hadn’t texted you at all in the last couple of days, which was unlike him.
You chewed on your bottom lip as you sat outside on a school bench, ignoring the background noise as the people around you went on about their day.
You really missed Jeonghan. And although you realized you had probably only played a small role in his life, and you had only started to get to know him for a short time, you grieved the time you spent together.
You exhaled a long sigh.
It didn’t matter anymore. This had all been for Kwon Soonyoung anyway.
You had spotted him twice in the last few days. Once on campus, and once sitting outside on the same bench you were sitting on now.
You were hoping he would walk by and spot you, and the conversation would flow naturally from there. A part of you was nervous you would actually see him, afraid you’d shut down and not know what to say, make a complete fool of yourself.
At least you’d have your answer then. You could go back to your boring life to study and not go out again in the safe bubble you’d lived in your entire life.
That had been your life, and you were happy with it. But now, the thought of going back to the way things were seemed boring to you.
No, you needed this to work. You were done sabotaging yourself.
All the doubt, the anxiety, the newfound reluctance that had been growing—it was all merely fear of change. Fear of stepping out of your comfort zone—and maybe, even fear of happiness.
This had all been so scary for you, so new and intense. But it would all be worth it soon. You prayed it would be.
“y/n?”
You snapped out of your haze to find Joshua standing in front of you, his lips curled up in a kind smile.
“Oh, Joshua,” you straightened your back and smiled back at him, noticing the black-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose. Jeonghan had once joked about him wearing them as a fashion statement, and you had to stop yourself from suddenly laughing in his face like a freak when you noticed the lack of lenses in them.
Thankfully, Joshua didn’t notice the weird smile showing on your face.
“How are you doing? I heard you’re getting cosy with Jeonghan these days,” he smirked as he sat down next to you.
You shyly chuckled, shrugging. Though Jeonghan had audibly called what you were doing ‘fake dating’, the two of you had never explicitly mentioned the D word to anyone. Just to avoid scaring off Soonyoung.
For some reason you felt bad for lying to Joshua. You felt like you had genuinely connected with him at the party, and though you hadn’t spent much time with him outside of that one night, you had this urge to tell him the truth.
He wasn’t just Soonyoung or Jeonghan’s friend anymore, he felt a little like yours too. You trusted him.
“It’s nothing,” you told him with a sigh, still pondering on what to do. Maybe a fresh perspective could give you some insight. You kinda needed someone to talk to about this, and what you and Jeonghan did was in the past now anyways.
“Oh? Sure doesn’t seem like nothing with those raunchy hickeys Jeonghan was walking around with the other day.” Joshua had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and for a split second you could see Jeonghan in him. Maybe that's why you felt like you could be honest with him.
Your face heated up, trying to suppress a smile as Joshua grinned at you.
“Joshua, can I…tell you something? And promise it stays between us two?”
Joshua cocked up his brow in curiosity, but nodded nonetheless. “Of course,” he told you.
You let out a deep sigh. “Jeonghan is helping me get with Soonyoung,” you said carefully, afraid of what Joshua might think. “It’s just for show, or whatever.” you added, watching Joshua cross his arms over his chest.
“You’re not really together?” he asked, making you hum.
“So it’s all for Soonyoung? It’s him you like?” he frowned, and you nodded at him.
“Gosh, and here I thought Jeonghan finally stopped hiding that thing he had for you,” Joshua chuckled, shaking his head. You frowned at him. “Guess I was wrong,” he sighed with a smile.
“What thing?” you leaned into him, cocking your head to the side.
Joshua paused for a moment, blinking. “You know, the teasing in class, trying to get your reaction,” he explained as if you were aware he had actually been targeting you.
“What do you mean? He never teased me.” you frowned.
Joshua laughed at that. “Sure he did. He talked about you a lot, you know. How he loved getting a reaction out of you. You really never noticed?”
You pouted, confused. “I mean, he did annoy me. But I didn’t think it was targeted to me. I don’t think it was.”
Joshua laughed again, his eyes turning smaller as he did. “It definitely was,” he told you in amusement. “I always suspected he had a little crush on you, but he would never admit it to me. Just said he liked teasing you,” Joshua shrugged. “Guess I was wrong, since he’s helping you with Soonyoung.”
Slowly, you nodded. “Right,” you agreed. But there was an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach thinking about the concept of Jeonghan having a ‘thing’ for you.
“You sure looked convincing, though. I’ll give you that. You’ve got everyone fooled.”
His words didn’t reassure you like you had hoped they would. You and Jeonghan needed to look like you were into each other, but not too much. Because would Soonyoung really give you a chance if he thought Jeonghan and you were serious?
“What do you think I should do? Maybe this whole thing has gone too far already,” you chewed on your bottom lip, panic seeping through your body. You should’ve stopped after making out with Jeonghan. And you really shouldn’t have had sex with him. The speculation alone would be dangerous for your potential with Soonyoung.
Joshua put his hand on your shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry too much, y/n. Just go hang out with Soonyoung? If it feels good go ask him out.”
You sighed. “Alright,” you nodded. “I will.”
Joshua chuckled and pushed himself up, fixing the strap of his leather crossbody bag before briefly looking down at his phone to check the time.
“I’ve got to run. Tell me how it went?” he cocked up his brow.
“Okay.” you smiled a little. “Thanks, Joshua,”
Joshua winked at you, turning his body before quickly stopping himself and looking back at you again.
“Oh, and y/n?” he failed to hide a grin. “Try not to sleep with your fake boyfriend.”
You didn’t know how to react as he walked off theatrically.
As days passed, and you found yourself making more and more ridiculous excuses as to not approach Soonyoung, a sudden golden opportunity fell right in the palm of your hands.
Maybe you manifested it, since you hadn’t stopped daydreaming about all the different ways the talk you’d inevitably needed to have would turn out.
You were listening to some music as you did some minor grocery shopping, the basket in your hand filled with an array of fruits, vegetables, and a scandalous amount of snacks to balance everything out.
There was a soft tap on your shoulder, and you quickly turned around expecting you’d been in someone’s way, but instead saw Soonyoung’s chubby cheeks bulge in a cute way as he smiled at you.
You think you preferred the term God’s intervention.
“Hi,” you smiled shyly after taking out your earbuds.
“Hey! What’re you doing here?” Soonyoung giggled, clutching a protein bar in his hand.
You paused briefly. “Grocery shopping?” you said slowly, earning a laugh from the boy.
“Right. Of course.” Soonyoung laughed, peeking in your basket. “Cooking something tonight?”
You nodded. “That’s the plan. I just needed some vegetables for my stir-fry,” you chuckled.
“I wish I could cook. I’m banned from the kitchen,” Soonyoung scratched behind his ear, pouting.
You laughed at that. “Did you set off the fire alarm or something?”
“Twice...”
You laughed again, making Soonyoung smile. “You should cook for me sometime! Maybe I can learn from you.” he chuckled, and the request alone made your ears burn. Was he…?
“Y-yeah—Sure. I’m a good teacher,” you told him, and you suddenly noticed Soonyoung was wearing his football uniform.
“Oh. Do you have a game today?” The two of you slowly made your way to the cash register, chatting as you put your groceries on the conveyor belt.
“Yep. I’m about the head there right now,” he explained, waiting for you as you paid for your stuff. “You remember how we used to play together in elementary school?”
You chuckled at the memory as you walked out of the store together, reliving one of those moments in a very long time.
“The teacher didn’t allow me to play anymore at one point,” you smiled innocently, watching Soonyoung laugh out loud as he remembered exactly why.
“Yeah, because you would always kick the ball over the fence after losing.” he giggled, making you laugh as well.
“I was a sore loser,” you admitted with a shrug, smiling as you walked together. You briefly recognized how easy your conversation flowed with Soonyoung. Maybe you’d be able to muster up your courage after all.
“If you won’t throw our ball anymore, we can play again sometime,” Soonyoung suggested, making your stomach jump.
“Sure,” you replied in kind, as if you didn’t struggle to keep yourself from stuttering.
You made eye contact with Soonyoung, who smiled at you. You smiled back at him, but the corners of your mouth slowly started faltering as you realized you had to finally ask him out. You could faintly hear the yelling of a group of younger boys as you approached the football field, and you knew you had to act fast before it would already be too late.
“Hey, Soonyoung?” you called out his name a bit insecure, slowing your steps to fully get his attention on you.
Soonyoung lifted up his brows with that same smile, slowing down to match your pace, which came to an abrupt halt.
“Um,” you gulped. You took in a breath. “Do you… Would you like to go on a date—with me?” you inhaled deeply, trying to slow your breathing. You bit your bottom lip, already cursing yourself for your choice of words. Did you ask at the wrong time? Should you have asked differently?
When Soonyoung’s smile faded, and a confused expression took over his handsome face, you started rambling, “I mean—I’ve liked you since we were kids and—and—If you don’t like me like that then that’s fine too. I-I just thought—“
“y/n,” Soonyoung cut you off abruptly, placing his hand on your shoulder.
“You’re a very nice girl,” he started. You already knew what would follow.
“And you’re truly great, like really—“ Soonyoung paused before sighing. “I’m sorry y/n. I’m kinda seeing someone…” he said quietly, and by his tone you could tell he genuinely felt bad.
Slowly, you nodded at him. “Ah,” you forced a smile. “No worries.” you chuckled, but really you wanted to throw up.
“I’m sorry…” Soonyoung told you again, almost pouting.
“No—no, it’s alright,” you nodded again, not really knowing what to do next. You felt like you still wanted to ask him one thing, just so you wouldn’t spend months pondering on the what if’s.
“Did I ever have a chance?” you asked cautiously, knowing you probably wouldn’t like the answer.
Soonyoung blinked at the question, caught off guard. He looked down for a moment, seemingly thinking about the question before ultimately shaking his head, slowly.
You nodded understandingly. “Okay… Well, thank you for being honest, Soonyoung,” you briefly smiled at him, clearing your throat before speaking again, “I’ll see you around. Have a good game, okay?” you watched him nod apologetically before turning to walk away, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you started walking.
It wasn’t how you’d imagined heartbreak to be. It wasn't like your heart was breaking into a million pieces, you just felt…empty.
Tears welled in the corners of your eyes, fingers instinctively starting to reach for your phone before stopping yourself. You sniffled as you realized you had no shoulder to cry on anymore, a pitiful sob shaking your chest as you remembered Jeonghan had left you on delivered for a week.
There was purpose in your step as you made your way straight to the fraternity, not caring about any odd looks you were getting as you cried.
You merely wiped your face once before ringing the doorbell, trying and failing to slow your excessive breathing as you waited for the door to open.
The door swung open with a creak, revealing Mingyu with a smile on his face. “y/n!—Oh, what’s wro-“
“Where is he?” you sniffled, not waiting for an answer as you walked straight past Mingyu’s tall frame to Jeonghan’s bedroom.
You decided against knocking, opening the door to find Jeonghan laying on his bed scrolling on his phone. He lifted his head at the sound of the door opening, eyes widening as you walked in with wet cheeks.
“Where have you been?” you asked rather aggressively, eyebrows tightened as you tried to keep yourself from breaking down completely. Your lips trembled, walking up to Jeonghan who pushed himself to take in your current state.
“y/nnie… what’s wrong?” he asked, quickly getting up from the bed before your fist weakly collided against his chest.
“Why are you ignoring me?” you cried, fresh tears beginning to stream down your face. “I-I needed you and you disappeared,” you sobbed when Jeonghan’s arms pulled you in, hiding your face against his chest as he stroked your back comfortingly.
“I’m sorry…” Jeonghan whispered, kissing your temple before sighing.
You closed your eyes, holding him tightly as his familiar embrace warmed your body.
Jeonghan felt your body shake against his as you cried, pressing his cheek against your hair as his hand found your locks. “I’m sorry…” he said again, his chest burning painfully at the state you were in.
“He likes someone else.” you told him after a beat of silence.
Jeonghan sighed, softly shaking his head at what you were telling him. He felt horrible now, blaming himself for everything. For giving your false hope, for building up you confidence—only to watch it all crumble down before his own eyes. This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t been selfish.
“Fuck, y/n—I’m so sorry…” he apologized again, tightening his grip on you.
You sniffled, shaking your head. “‘s not your fault, Jeonghan.” you whispered, only making him feel worse.
If you only knew, Jeonghan thought. He should’ve never approached you back then. He’d spend time reflecting on his actions in the last few days as he kept his distance from you, knowing that deep down it had all been for his own self-gain. Annoying you, approaching you at the party. All along this had been about you and him, even if he didn’t realize exactly how much he liked you before he even offered to help you.
“It’s fine,” you concluded, sighing as you tried to stop yourself from crying. “It’s nothing new,” you croaked out, your voice breaking as you failed to stop the sob spilling out of you.
“Shh, ducky,” Jeonghan grabbed your cheeks to meet his eyes, wiping your wet cheeks with his thumbs as he looked at you. You gulped, tears brimming your pretty eyes.
“Can I please stay?” you whispered, fishing his shirt as you looked at him pleadingly. Jeonghan nodded, pushing his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. “Of course, baby,” he sighed before pulling away from you.
Seeing you cry like this felt like a dagger to his chest. He wished nothing more than to take away your pain.
“You look so tired, ducky,” Jeonghan said while looking at you, wiping away another stray tear with his knuckle before nodding to his bed. “Take a nap, okay? Do you need anything? I can make you tea, or some snacks—“
“Just hold me, Hannie. Please?” you grabbed his hand, afraid he’d leave you.
Jeonghan nodded, giving you a weak smile as you crawled into bed together.
You sighed as you got comfortable against his chest, his warm arms already making you feel better. You nuzzled your cheek against him, resting your arm over his waist.
You smiled when Jeonghan looked at you, smiling back at you as he stroked your hair. You couldn’t help but laugh, the corners of Jeonghan’s mouth tugging up as he watched you. “What are you laughing at, weirdo?” he softly squeezed your cheek.
“I don’t know…” you admitted, your eyes feeling heavier as your exhaustion grew.
“Go sleep, okay?” Jeonghan whispered, making you nod.
You closed your eyes, softly sniffling as you became even more tired. You’d occasionally open your eyes to see Jeonghan looking back at you, your body becoming heavier as the minutes passed.
“Hannie?” you whispered tiredly after a while, fighting to keep your eyes open as he cocked up his eyebrows.
“Don’t leave again.” you told him, closing your eyes when he gently began to stroke your cheek.
Jeonghan smiled sadly as he watched you sleep, your soft snores painfully familiar. He really didn’t deserve you.
He didn’t know if he could keep promise what you were asking him, not when he had been the cause of your sadness.
“How many times are you going to keep checking your phone?” Joshua crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the lockers, grinning when you glared at him.
“I thought he would come today,” you pocketed your phone before starting to walk to your next class, Joshua humming next to you.
“I don’t know, he seems off lately,” Joshua shrugged, making you frown.
“He wasn’t at our project meeting today,” you pouted, resisting the urge to check your phone again. Thankfully Jeonghan wasn’t ignoring your messages anymore after seeing him, but that didn’t mean things were back to the way they were. Joshua was right, Jeonghan did seem off.
“How was that? You know, seeing Soonyoung,” Joshua asked carefully.
You bit your lip as you thought before shrugging. “It was fine.” you said casually, making Joshua cock up a brow.
“Really? You’re not, like, upset still?” you stopped walking once you reached your classroom, cocking your head to the side as you looked at Joshua. You then shrugged again.
“Not really…” you trailed off, pouting. “I feel oddly okay,” you nodded, giving Joshua a smile. Joshua hummed, not totally convinced. “Right,” he said, thinking.
Truth is, you felt… good. As though a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You also didn’t really understand why, maybe you were still in denial, but you felt like you could finally start to let go of Soonyoung.
Joshua’s eyes strayed behind you when he spotted a figure resembling Jeonghan from the corner of his eye, watching his friend meet his eye before walking off without greeting him. Strange.
You followed his line of vision, looking over your shoulder to see Jeonghan’s back turning around the corner.
“Oh,” you said, perking up to give Joshua a quick look. “See you later, alright?” you told him before going to follow Jeonghan.
Joshua watched you jog to catch up to Jeonghan, sighing with a smile as you disappeared from his vision.
“Jeonghan!” you called once you got close to him, smiling as he turned to you, seemingly caught off guard.
“Hey. You weren’t at our meeting today,” you said, adjusting your bag that had slipped down from the short jog.
“Oh, y/n,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, making you frown. “I didn’t feel like coming,” he explained, his odd tone only leaving you more confused.
“Oh, well, we could really use your help next time. It’s kinda messy without you there,” you chuckled, smiling at him.
Jeonghan didn’t smile back at you, avoiding eye contact as he slowly opened his mouth to speak, “Listen, y/n… I’m—I’m dropping from the project,” he looked at you for a second, mumbling a ‘sorry’ before turning to enter the men’s restroom.
His words felt like a knife to the heart. “What?” you mumbled, gulping as he disappeared again. You were starting to believe you were dumb to trust Jeonghan. Maybe this was all a game for his own entertainment after all, because why else would he just drop you like this? Right after you asked out Soonyoung? The timing of it all was odd.
Anger bubbled up inside of you, shaking your head before following him inside. “What is your deal?” you spat, your jaw clenching as you watched him splash cold water in his face.
Jeonghan looked at you through the mirror before turning with a sigh. “Nothing. I just—“
“Why are you lying to me?” you asked, trying your best not to cry in front of him. Your chest burned, making fists of your hands as you watched him blink dumbly.
“I’m not lying, y/n.” Jeonghan raised his voice, only making you angrier.
“Yes you are. Why are you being like this?” you gulped, afraid you weren’t able to hold your tears for much longer.
“I thought we were friends.” you said quietly, your voice breaking.
Jeonghan swallowed a lump in his throat.
“Was all the time we spent together just a lie?” you felt a tear run down your cheek, all your fears swirling around inside of you. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d lost the only thing that had made you feel so alive these past few weeks.
Jeonghan’s face hardened, his jaw tensing hearing your words. He took a step closer to you, grabbing your underarm.
“I like you, y/n.” he said, the words making your stomach drop.
“Can’t you see?” he added quietly.
You didn’t know what to say, the noise in your head and the way Jeonghan was looking at you overwhelming you. You took a step back, slowly shaking your head as you made sense of it all. The lights in the bathroom were too bright, the sounds of the people in the hallway too loud. You could hear your heart pounding out of your chest and you wondered if Jeonghan could hear it too—you needed to leave.
Jeonghan took a step forward again, not ready to let you go before finally laying his heart bare. “Stop having a crush on Soonyoung.” he whispered pleadingly, softly grabbing your hand in his. Your breath hitched.
“And come back to me.” his frustration softened into a plea, big eyes plagued with vulnerability as he waited for your reaction.
You can’t do this.
You pulled your hand away, not saying a word as you rushed out of the bathroom, leaving Jeonghan by himself.
Tears clouded your vision, your head spinning and mind running as you rushed home. You couldn’t help but wonder if this had been the whole reason Jeonghan had offered to help you with Soonyoung. A part of you told yourself Jeonghan wasn’t that kind of person, yet you couldn’t confidently say you wouldn't have done the same.
What did he even see in you? For how long had he liked you? And was he ever even helping you?
You hid under the covers in your bed, the warmth of the blanket comforting you a bit as you cried soundlessly. Why didn’t you feel angry?
Maybe it had something to do with you not being upset after getting rejected by Soonyoung.
Did you even really want Soonyoung? Or maybe you just liked the idea of being wanted by someone.
You exhaled a shaky breath, hugging your pillow to your chest. You were so confused by everything. You knew you should feel some kind of way about this—whether it be anger or resentment—but the only thing you really wanted was to be hanging out with Jeonghan again. You imagined how things were before they all went wrong—talking, laughing for hours. Falling asleep next to him.
His absence had hollowed you out these past few days. Soonyoung had never made you feel special. But Jeonghan… Jeonghan saw you. Everything you’d been longing for had been so easy for him to give.
Maybe if you hadn’t been so wrapped up in the idea of liking Soonyoung, you would’ve seen what was in front of you all along. Maybe if this whole thing hadn’t started as a lie, your feelings would’ve been easier to untangle. But the one thing you couldn’t ignore was that you couldn’t lose Jeonghan.
The sky had darkened once you finally forced yourself out of your bed, dried tears decorating your cheeks as you rumbled through your bag to snatch your laptop. Maybe some trashy reality tv would help distract you.
As you lifted the laptop, a familiar object tumbled on the floor, rolling until it stilled in front of you.
You lip twitched seeing your duck pen, your stomach twisting painfully. You bend down to pick it up, looking at it for a moment before taking in a sharp breath, lifting your arm to launch it straight against the wall with a pitiful whine.
“Woah! What the hell?” Jaehee stood in the opened doorway with a puzzled look on her face, taking a second to evaluate the current state she’d found you in before slowly closing the door behind her.
“What’s going on in here? Are you okay?” she pouted before engulfing you in a tight hug. You shook your head, sighing and resting your face against her shoulder.
“Talk to me.” she whispered, rubbing your back.
“You’ll think I’m crazy,” you sighed.
“I just paid a witch to curse Mingyu. I can handle crazy,” Jae let go of you to sit down on the bed with you, grinning at the cackle leaving your mouth.
“Fuck—okay,” you rubbed your face. “Long story short: Jeonghan and I were never a thing. It was all a ploy to get Soonyoung. I asked him out a couple of days ago but he rejected me—“ Knowing how long you’d liked Soonyoung for, Jaehee already started pouting. “—But I’m fine—Oh, and Jeonghan just told me he likes me and then I ran away.” you finish with a sigh, making Jae’s eyes widen in surprise at the sudden twist.
“That’s a lot to unpack,” she started, looking at you. “I don’t suppose you’re throwing stuff because you don’t like him back and feel incredibly sorry for it?” she asked almost sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.
You sighed and shook your head.
“So you do like him? Then what’s the problem?”
You blinked at her. “I… I don’t know,” you frowned, looking down at your lap. “It’s not that simple.”
Jae raised a brow. “What’s not simple? You like him, he likes you. Where’s the disaster in that?”
“You make it sound so easy,” you muttered.
She let out a breath, then softened, reaching for your hand. “y/n, you really need to stop thinking so much.” A small smile tugged at her lips.
You sighed. “It’s just—I don’t think I allowed myself to feel what I felt when I was with Jeonghan. I pushed it away, convinced myself all of those feelings were fake since they were supposed to be. What if I give it a shot and find out I was right?”
“You’re too stuck in your own head. I’ve seen the two of you. You can’t fake the way you look at each other—unless you’re both Oscar-worthy actors, which I seriously doubt,” she chuckled.
You bit your lip, slowly nodding.
“Well, text him.” Jaehee bumped her shoulder against yours, your chest tightening at the thought of Jeonghan. Your face grew hot.
“Text him to come over,” she encouraged you, the corners of her mouth lifting up. You shifted on the bed, pouting as you thought it over.
Jae sighed at your apprehension and pulled out her phone, her nails tapping against the screen as she typed.
“What are you doing?” you asked meekly, watching your friend turn off her phone with a satisfied expression on her face. “He’ll be here soon.” she only told you, her hands resting in her lap demurely.
You blinked in surprise. “Huh?” you frowned. “Wha-What did you just send him?” you tried to reach for her phone, but Jaehee hastily got up from your bed moving her finger at you disapprovingly. “Nah-ah,” she sang, barely making an effort to hide the smirk on her face.
“Jae.” you warned her, pushing yourself up slowly.
“It’s nothing bad, promise! I just let him know that I can’t find you anywhere and your location is turned off,” she shrugged, making you gasp.
“That’s not nothing!” you raised your voice, crossing your arms over your chest with a sigh.
Jaehee exhaled a breath, giving you a smile as she hugged you again. “Don’t panic. Don’t you deserve to figure out what you’re really feeling?” she whispered, patting your head. You knew she was right. You nodded.
“Remember how it felt being his friend and just go from there,” she created some space between your bodies to look at you, smiling when you whispered a soft ‘okay.’
The two of you gave each other a look at the sound of a notification, reading Jeonghan’s ‘omw now’ message together.
“He won’t take long,” Jae told you, making you inhale a sharp breath. “I’ll meet him at the door, okay? Just—Just wait here, y/n.” she said, looking at you for a second before starting to leave your bedroom.
The room fell quiet after that, your nerves buzzing louder than anything else. You couldn’t sit still, shifting on the bed as your mind raced. Every second felt like forever—until a knock sounded at the door.
“y/n?!” Jeonghan rushed inside with a panicked look on his face, eyebrows drawn with a pair of big eyes meeting yours. “Are you okay?” he sighed, visibly relaxing at the sight of you unharmed.
You gulped, looking at him for a moment before abruptly getting up. You hastily grabbed the duck pencil from the floor and shoved it into his hand.
“I don’t want this back.” you said firmly, your jaw clenching as you looked at him with manic eyes.
He froze, staring at the object in his palm with confusion before lifting his gaze to you. Your anger faltered when you met his eyes, his pretty face making your own features soften despite yourself.
You gave him a small, sad smile.
“Hannie…” you whispered, tears burning in the corners of your eyes.
Your lip shook, pushing your face against his chest before you could stop yourself.
“I told you to never leave me again…” you mumbled, smiling at his familiar, comforting scent despite your tears. You put your arms around his body, embracing him tightly. “Please don’t…” you looked up at him, vulnerability creeping in at what you were saying.
Jeonghan only looked at you, his pink lips slightly ajar before meeting together in a subtle pout.
You realized it then, how oblivious you had been this entire time. How you needed Jeonghan as much as you needed air. How much you couldn’t live without him—and, finally, how much you loved him.
“y/n…” Jeonghan whispered, really hoping he wasn’t wrong about what you were getting at.
Your lips curled up in a smile, softly cupping his cheeks before pulling him down to meet your lips with his. Jeonghan gasped against your mouth, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you as close as he could have you.
You bit your lip shyly when you finally pulled away, seeing Jeonghan smile back at you in a way that made your chest tighten.
“I like you too, Hannie,” you said softly, reaching for his hand to link your fingers together. Jeonghan’s eyes shrunk as he smiled at you, keeping his free arm wrapped around you to keep you pressed close against him.
“You like me, ducky?” he asked dumbfounded, squeezing your hand in his.
You shyly looked away, your smile growing wider as you nodded. “Yes…yes I do…” you told him, your face burning when you looked at him again.
“I didn’t even want to think about Soonyoung, because—because you were there. I didn’t want our time to end, Jeonghan.” you whispered, frowning. “The thought of losing you… I couldn’t do it. I just need you.” you confessed, gulping nervously.
Jeonghan giggled hearing your words, leaning in to kiss you hard. “Fuck, I’m such an idiot. I should’ve just asked you out from the start.” he breathed, pecking your lips again.
He pulled away to look at you, a hint of vulnerability creeping in his big eyes. “You really like me?” he asked again, his lips curling up in a shy smile as he looked at you expectantly.
You gently stroked his cheeks, your body tingling as you nodded. Looking at him, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
“Yes, Hannie.” You sighed, your heart beating out of your chest.
Jeonghan hugged you tightly, and somehow you were starting to feel emotional—the feeling reminded you of the first time he had held you in his bedroom. It felt as if you were coming home to a warm home after a long rainy day. It felt like drinking your favorite brand of coffee after a vacation, or having a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.
You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat, slowly calming down from all of the adrenaline.
You suddenly remembered what Joshua had told you, breaking the silence with a sudden silent laugh.
“Hm?” Jeonghan stroked your hair, smiling as he imagined what you could be thinking of.
“Did you try to annoy me on purpose? I mean—In class?” you pulled back to look at Jeonghan’s face, watching him blink at you in confusion before slowly grinning mischievously.
“Of course. Loved to see how many angry looks I could get from you,” he smiled, making you tsk. “I think I already kinda liked you back then, even if I didn’t realize,” he admitted with a chuckle. “You were always so polite. Even if you were shy you would smile at everyone,” his smile widened as he imagined it in his head.
“You really got on my nerves.” you hit his arm, making him only smile wider.
“Yeah?” he teased you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders before giving you a kiss.
“So you don’t want me to stay?” he asked, cocking his head to the side with a playful smile.
You tried to hide how giddy you felt, your cheeks burning at his question.
“Well, ducky?” he prodded, half teasing, half hoping you’d give him the green light.
You got close enough to kiss him again, feeling Jeonghan sigh against your lips as you slowly pushed him back on the bed with you.
The kiss deepened until all you could taste was him, warm and steady, the kind of sweetness that was becoming harder to imagine ever living without. Hands groped and lingered, yanking down fabric until the heat radiating off your bodies mixed together.
Jeonghan rolled on top of you, taking his time kissing you from your lips down to your belly button as his eyes admired the sight of you. You bit your lip feeling his tongue lick a slow stripe on your upper thigh before inching down to your pussy, softly gasping when his warm tongue found your clit.
Despite you not talking, you could feel that warm energy filling up the room, consuming you whole as Jeonghan savored you. You knew he felt it too, gentle fingertips brushing against your sides, hazed eyes watching you gasp and moan attentively.
Your body writhed feeling him go faster, biting your lip as your tummy burned. Before you would find yourself lost in the deep end, your shaky hand reached for Jeonghan’s to stop him.
If you were gonna cum, you wanted to do so with him. You needed him as close as you could have him, cupping his cheeks to bring him on top of you.
“Yeah?” Jeonghan whispered against your mouth in the middle of a kiss, making you nod. “Yeah.” you answered, pecking his lips as you looked in his eyes.
Jeonghan glided his tip over your entrance, collecting your wetness before slowly inching in, stretching you deliciously before bottoming out.
“God,” Jeonghan breathed, pushing his lips against yours with an almost desperate plea while slowly starting to grind against you.
You moaned fruitlessly when he set a faster pace, making Jeonghan echo your sounds at the way you were squeezing his cock. “C’mere,” he sighed, moving your legs over his thighs to feel you even deeper. Jeonghan linked your fingers together, pinning them down on the mattress as he licked into you.
“Hannie,” you squeezed his hands, feeling the muscles in your body tighten. You think you could already cum like this, closer to him than you’ve ever been.
Jeonghan nodded, sucking on your bottom lip hard enough to form a bruise. All you could hear were your breaths and whimpers, and all you could feel was the closeness you shared.
“Cum, baby. Cum for me?” he asked breathlessly, going faster again. You let out a loud moan, nodding in agreement as the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room.
“Fuck.” you whimpered, squirming against him as pleasure overtook you. You moaned again as you came around his cock, feeling Jeonghan’s warmth erupt inside of you as your walls clenched around him fruitlessly.
Your head spun, Jeonghan’s whimpers falling on deaf ears before grounding you with a soft kiss.
“I love you.” Jeonghan whispered out of breath, blinking as he looked at you with big eyes.
A shy smile spread over your face, your chest tightening at the words coming out of his mouth.
“I love you.” you whispered back, feeling as if this moment weren’t real.
Jeonghan’s lips curved up into the smallest, almost disbelieving smile before he hid his face in the crook of your neck. He gently let go of your hands to embrace you instead, peppering kisses on your shoulder.
“You’re mine now—for real this time.” Jeonghan said, lifting his head to look at you again. A smirk tugged at his features, humming at the smiley, almost shy nod you gave him.
“My girlfriend,” he giggled sweetly, giving your cheek a kiss.
“My ducky.” he whispered, nuzzling his forehead against yours.
“Hannie…” you laughed, but you couldn’t contain the smile playing on your lips.
Somewhere through the quiet whispers and hours of laughter you realized you didn’t feel alone anymore. You didn’t feel unlovable—you felt wanted, like every stolen kiss and every teasing joke was stitching something whole inside of you, something you had once believed could never belong to you.
Synopsis ✨ You've adjusted to being a vampire weirdly well, even with Wonwoo spending two weeks being the most annoying person known to man. But now you're meeting your boyfriend's other friends. And he's been trying to make you do something you really don't want to do. Greece should be calming, interesting, and yet it might just be the place that you realise you've made the biggest mistake of your life.
✨Part 2 to Just A Taste✨
Genre ✨ Vampire au, Angst, Smut, Fluff
Plot Warnings ✨ descriptions of being turned into a vampire (very brief), Wonwoo is still the most unhelpful best friend but the best best friend he can be when she's sad, angst, a couple of arguments, massive misunderstanding, threats of violence (in the most unserious way), there's a lot of discussion of "blood bonding"- which I think I've made up but it's probably based on something about vampires, obviously mentions of blood and blood drinking, Jeonghan and Joshua are the most iconic duo, a lot of historical references (I've deep dived into a lot of things from Europe, Asia, Africa and South America, so I hope they're all correct), Amelia Earheart slander, Albert Einstein slander, Joshua is DRAMATIC, a lot of bickering, Junhui says something he shouldn't but he's still the same caring, book obsessed vampire from part 1 (I love him), Woody from Toy Story slander (I hate him), a lot of fluff
Smut Warnings ✨ references to past sex, brief descriptions of sex now she's a vampire, vaginal fingering (in the shower), mentions of oral m. and f. receiving, there isn't a huge smut scene
Word Count ✨ 15.5k
a/n ✨ I didn't think this would be up so soon because I've had NO time to do anything. But I finished writing it a couple of weeks ago and managed to finally get the banner done when I couldn't sleep at 4am (I'm still certain the title isn't straight but neither 4am me or me now can be bothered arguing with Canva).
Thank you for the love for Vampire Junhui, every time I sit down to write him, I just love him more and more. And people were so kind about it, so I hope you like part 2!!
“I really could get used to this.” Wonwoo sighs as he reclines in his seat.
“Well don’t,” you lean forward, speaking to him through gritted teeth, “Junhui has paid for this out of the kindness of his heart and you’ve done enough over the past few weeks. Just shut up and sleep or something.”
“Dude, this is a first class cabin, this pod is bigger than my childhood bedroom. You’re insane if you think I’m not taking full advantage.”
“Just,” you sigh, “behave yourself.”
“I always do.”
His grin as he closes himself in his pod can mean nothing good. But you haven’t really got the energy to care too much about what the hell Wonwoo is about to get up to. Not when Junhui has thrown the biggest spanner in the works you think is feasibly possible. Or more specifically Seungkwan had.
You’d woken up the morning after he’d turned you, to a concerned looking Junhui. You’re not sure he’d managed to get a single minute's sleep, he was too busy worrying about whether he’d done the right thing, about whether you’d wake up and it would’ve all gone horribly wrong.
But his worrying was entirely in vain. Apart from ruby red eyes that made you flinch in horror when you looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt exactly the same. Sort of. Your body felt entirely pain free. Not that you spend your life in a large amount of pain but there was nothing niggling. No need to stretch your neck or limbs when you’d first woken up, no annoying twinge in your toe from the bruise that had been there two days ago from when you’d stubbed your toe. You felt fresh, nimble, like you were ready to take on the world in every way possible.
There was one other thing that you couldn’t ignore. The almost numbness of your tongue, you couldn’t place what it was from or what was causing it. It was like a dull need for something that was making your tongue and mouth feel almost on edge from how much you needed to feel something in it. And the irritability that came with that was like your mood during the worst of periods. But this went way past craving nachos or a bar of chocolate the size of your head that you get with your period. This was primal. If you didn’t get something to stop this craving soon, you were pretty sure you’d have tried to physically assault poor Junhui.
His smile when you told him you needed something but didn’t know what only pissed you off even more. It was only when you balled your fists and tears started to fall down your now pristine cheeks, that Junhui finally sat you down and explained it was just that you needed blood. As soon as Seungkwan arrived with everything you and Wonwoo both needed, you’d feel better. It would take some time, he said, to get the right amount and for you to completely adjust to everything. You’d probably need more blood than you would when you weren’t a newbie, just so your body could fully get used to the transition you’d been through.
How Junhui and Seungkwan dealt with you and Wonwoo during those first days, you’ve no idea. Neither of you were in a good humour, something both men found hilarious. But the second they smiled, you wanted to slap them, how dare they laugh when all you wanted to do was laugh, cry, punch someone and eat an actual whole human being at the same time.
What did not help is that you’d never really actually thought about having to drink blood. And you were disgusted with yourself that you even wanted to drink it. But it went way past wanting to drink it, you were craving it like you’d never craved anything in your whole life. Seungkwan appeared with eight different large containers of blood in a freezer bag and placed them all on the kitchen counter, much to the confusion of you and Wonwoo. “Try them and see which suits you.”. Try them and see which suits you?! So not only were you needing to drink blood for the first time, they were happily treating it like some sort of wine tasting exercise and Seungkwan was some sort of iron laced sommelier.
Simple. That’s what Seungkwan said it would be. You’d know straight away which blood suited you best.
Now you’re no authority on the laws of vampires. You’d only been one for fifteen hours at that point. But surely it would make sense, in every field of science and mythical law, that the type of blood best suited to you would be the type of blood you have yourself. It made perfect sense to you. You’re literally taking on blood. When people need blood transfusions, they have blood matched to them, they need blood the same type as theirs. This would surely be the same.
How wrong you were. Once you’d finally gotten past the idea of knocking back a shot of blood, your hand holding Junhui’s so tightly you’d think you were giving birth to a ten stone baby, you discovered that B negative was absolutely not suited to you. In fact you felt like you needed to sit down for ten minutes and cry. So that’s what you did, joined by Wonwoo, who found out B positive was definitely not for him. If you’d have been paying attention to the two well established vampires, you’d see how they were desperately trying not to fall on the kitchen floor laughing.
Both of them saying things like “in my day it took us years to figure out the scents of the humans with our preferred blood.” or “when I first got turned, we didn’t have all this technology, we had to go through so much more.”, only made you want to throw them both out of the penthouse window. Good for them for being so fucking old one of them predates the wheel. But you and Wonwoo were very much born into the modern world and weren’t used to this sort of grotesque inconvenience.
It took two hours and a lot of tears on mainly Wonwoo’s part but eventually you both found your blood types. Wonwoo needed B negative and you needed AB negative. Something which you were very proud of. Surely being suited to the rarest of the eight blood types gave a gravitas that the other three didn’t possess. Junhui was happy to humour you, agreeing whole heartedly that it made you far superior to Wonwoo especially. And he stood ready to give Wonwoo a stern talking to when he threw a scatter cushion at your head with all his strength. Wonwoo forgetting that his full strength is now a lot more strength that he was used to and resulted in you landing a good three metres away from where you were first standing and a large scatter cushion shaped mark on your face for a few minutes until your skin healed quicker than feasibly possible.
But the two weeks passed by in a haze of bickering, laughing and Junhui showing you some of the ancient texts he had about vampires in different periods of history. And it turns out Seungkwan had planned it all perfectly. After two weeks they both took you and Wonwoo to the local park, ignoring your protests of feeling like you were being walked like a dog, and exposed you to humans like a test subject.
Seeing daylight properly for the first time since you’d been changed felt like seeing everything in vivid 4k. Everything seemed brighter, sharper almost and your sense of smell had heightened. Something you and Wonwoo had already figured out when you had simple ramen for lunch on that first day of being changed and declared it the most delicious thing you’d ever eaten.
Everything was heightened and yet, because Seungkwan is a literal genius, neither you nor Wonwoo had any sudden urges to attack the humans you came into contact with. You could sense when their blood would be suited to you, you could tell when one lady who walked past you was on her period, but you didn’t have the urge to kill. Something which you could tell came as a huge relief to Junhui.
Because Wonwoo and Seungkwan were both staying with you, any more intimate moments had only happened late at night when you were both sure they were asleep. You did not need Wonwoo hearing anything, he wouldn’t let you live it down for centuries you’re certain of it.
Junhui had warned you it would be different, feel different, but nothing could’ve prepared you for that first orgasm. You’re certain nothing could’ve prepared Junhui either, he said he’d never felt anything like it. It was like both of your bodies were glowing and you swear your orgasms lasted for at least three minutes before you both collapsed in a heap. Naked, sweaty and exhausted but knowing that this was always meant to happen. Because two people who weren’t destined to be together forever could’ve shared in something as insanely earth shattering as that first night after you’d become a vampire.
Your two weeks in vampire purgatory ended a week ago now. Jeonghan and Joshua, who were Junhui’s vampire friends who reside in France, had phoned and said they were heading to Greece for a few weeks to “soak up the sun”. Because obviously the one thing they’re missing in the South of France is sun.
But the second Junhui was asked if you all wanted to join them, he leapt at the chance. Which thrilled Jeonghan and Joshua because they hadn’t actually booked a holiday, they were just hoping that Junhui would say he was coming along and say that of course he didn’t mind you all staying at his villa just outside of Athens.
Junhui didn’t even need to think about it. He was longing to show you his villa in Greece and with that, all the treasures he had hiding there. And what with him being your boss, you and Wonwoo didn’t struggle to get even more time off. So that’s how you find yourself in the first class cabin of the plane that will carry you to a Grecian treasure trove just outside of Athens.
You were excited. That is to say you were excited until about two days ago when Seungkwan turned your world on its axis.
He’d excitedly arrived at dinner with two old manuscripts which he said dated back to 20AD. Which showed proof of something that he’d only ever heard legends of. He’d always wondered about it, wondering if it could really happen and now he said he had proof that it could.
Blood bonding.
Apparently the act of two vampires sharing blood. Because neither of you are gaining anything from the act, no nutrients are being shared and no thirst being satiated, the sharing of blood creates a phenomenon known as blood bonding. It shows the vampire drinking your blood your whole life before their very eyes in the blink of an eye. It’s an act so intimate, so rare, that there is hardly any information on it. It would’ve been useless for Soonyoung and Pearl, the only other vampires where you know one was turned by the other so they could spend eternity together, because they’d been childhood sweethearts. They’d always known each other, they knew each other’s story.
Yet for you and Junhui, Seungkwan said it would be the perfect opportunity to truly know each other. To know things that you probably don’t even remember but would be fascinating to the other. And you weren’t against that in theory. You didn’t mind the idea of Junhui knowing everything about you, there were only a few decades for him to see. But what you weren’t sure of is drinking Junhui’s blood and seeing his whole life flashing before your eyes. It didn’t stem from jealousy of seeing his past loves or fear of seeing him at his blood sucking worst. You couldn’t place what you were feeling or why you weren’t thrilled with the idea but it felt almost like disappointment and you couldn’t pinpoint why.
And whilst you weren’t sure, Junhui was absolutely enamoured by the idea. He seemed so excited to look into it further, he’d even suggested you doing it one evening at his villa when the others weren’t around and it was just you two. You’d smiled and said maybe but you really weren’t convinced.
But what made it worse was that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. He’d been through so much, sacrificed his beliefs and everything he thought about turning humans into vampires for you. You couldn’t now turn around and ruin something he was so excited about, not so early into your forever together. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to be comfortable with it.
And so now you find yourself forcing a fake smile whenever he mentions it and then quickly changing the subject in the hope he’ll forget about it. Which you know he won’t but you just can’t bring yourself to ruin things when they’ve only just really started.
“You seem deep in thought.” Junhui smiles over the back of his pod at you.
“Oh,” your eyes snap to him, “just thinking about nothing really.”
“Is this about what Seungkwan said?” Your whole body tenses, has he figured it out? Is he about to tell you that he wants to do it as soon as you get to Greece? “Becasue he’s just being dramatic, we’d told Amilia not to fly that thing too early. It was a generic aircraft and we hadn’t tested the extra fuel tanks. It was all her fault and he’s just held it against every plane ever since.”
You release a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.
Amilia fucking Earhart. Seungkwan and Junhui had been helping with her plans and she rushed things and flew too soon, something that apparently keeps Seungkwan up at night even now and has given him an irrational fear of flying, even in first class. Apparently he’s funded every expedition to find her that’s ever been carried out. But Junhui reckons it’s more to do with proving they weren’t in the wrong and having a post death “I told you so” moment.
“Yeah, just thinking about her being lost at the bottom of the ocean.” You lie.
“Oh please don’t start Wonwoo off with that again.” Junhui growns.
But it’s too late, Wonwoo’s face appears as he lowers the screen to his pod.
“We still don’t know what’s in over half of the ocean, you know. There’ll be creatures down there that we’ve never seen. Fuck knows what the hell is down there, plotting our demise.”
“Ignore him. If you pretend he’s not there, he’ll shut up.”
“You’ll be sorry when you’re eaten by a huge saber toothed salmon or something.” He tells you as he disappears again into his pod, the screen gradually showing you less and less of his smug face.
“Hopefully it’s you first.” You grumble as Junhui smiles happily down at you.
“Would you care to join me in my pod?” He raises his brow at you and makes your ice cold heart flutter.
“We’re not……”
“Not that. There’s a documentary on Ancient Rome I want to mock.”
That does sound good. Being wrapped in a blanket in a first class pod watching the man you love getting more and more annoyed with the historical discrepancies.
“Ok.” You grin and rush to join him in his pod, hoping no mentions of blood bonding will rear their ugly heads.
“So," Junhui wraps himself around you, his chest pressed against your back and head on your shoulder, “what do you think?"
“T-this," you stare around the open plan villa with its pure white walls and exposed floorboards but with sumptuous sofas and ancient art work on the wall, "Junhui, it's incredible.”
It's two stories, traditional white with blue shutters, typical of Greek villas but it just has a whole air of grandness to it. It isn't overly extravagant or trying too hard. It's classy, filled with little pieces of Junhui that you know he's spent years agonising over whether they're in the right place or look too obvious that they're legitimate artefacts, and not knock off versions like people would presume.
By the doors that open out to the patio and the shimmering blue pool, are large traditional Grecian vases. They're terracotta and have those figures of people or buildings or horses all entirely in black. You've seen them in museums and books but never thought you'd see them just decorating a home like they’ve been bought at the local department store.
“Those images on the vases," you point at them, “they’re black, like the technique that……. "
“Ergotimos." He says bluntly.
He cannot just say that so matter of factly!
“They're genuine?!"
You rush over to them but stop yourself before you get too close. If they are genuine, and the terracotta with black images would suggest they are, then these vases are something like 2500 years old. You're not going to be the person to break them by getting too close.
“They are."
He smiles at you and squats down near the vases, holding his hand out for you to join him.
"If I knock one over, it's your fault.” You mumble, joining him in squatting down near the vases.
He shuffles closer to you, making sure you’re within touching distance. Goosebumps form all over your skin, not just because of the ancient vases but because his fingers wander up and down your spine as you both inspect the vases. He does it so casually, so absent mindedly and it makes you feel more loved than you ever have in your life. Being so tactile just comes naturally to him, like showing you his love in his touch is just an everyday thing that he doesn’t even think about.
"This one,” he points at the figure on the vase, "is the one Joshua will claim is him. He has zero proof for that but he's adamant.”
"They're incredible,” you look at them in wonder, "how long have you had them? Where were they before you had them? What's their story?”
"I stole them,” he whispers in your ear before kissing the lobe softly.
"You stole them?!”
"Sort of. They were doing some excavating a few miles away and the idiots had left them to be thrown away! I don't know where they'd been educated but they knew nothing about ancient artefacts. Who doesn't realise they have some of the most sought after Greek vases?! So I rehomed them."
"Did you ever consider that they'd put them to one side to assess them after they'd finished their day of digging.” You smirk at him.
He freezes. Obviously never having considered that option.
“No," he frowns, “they definitely had left them there to be thrown away. And they'll all be dead now.” He dismisses you, obviously not wanting to focus on his alleged theft.
“Whatever you say." You grin at him, “But maybe we should move them, what with so many people being here and one of those people being Wonwoo."
“Good point.” He kisses your head as he stands up, “You grab that one, I'll get this one."
You snap into action. Marvelling at the vase in your hands. This is actually 2500 years old. You're holding something that someone in Ancient Greece created. Ergotimos himself hand crafted this vase and now you're holding it and hiding it away from your idiot best friend. You're not sure you'll ever get used to this.
"Follow me.” He says happily, leading you through the living area and towards the kitchen.
"You amaze me.” You frown at the kitchen.
"Why?”
"This is the second of your homes I've been in where you've got a kitchen like something out of my wildest dreams and yet you still can barely open a box for frozen pizza.”
"Wow. The woman I love, wounding me in broad daylight.”
"I need to cook in that stone oven,” your eyes light up when you spot it.
"Maybe next time," he sets off through the Mediterranean style kitchen, “when it's just us. Right now, I just want us to relax and that doesn't include those four treating you like their own personal chef."
“Next time?" You raise your brow at him as you come to a stand still in front of a normal looking wooden door in the corner of his kitchen.
“We can come here as many times as we want now, we can literally do whatever we want for the rest of eternity."
Your whole body still tingles when you remember that you're going to see everything the future has to offer with the vampire you love.
He gestures for you to walk through the door he's just opened and you happily wander through.
“A pantry? Junhui honey, I meant somewhere a little safer than this."
“Just hold on." He smiles and moves further into the pantry.
Is that? There's another door?!
Junhui places the vase gently on the ground, taking one last glance around to make sure nothing would fall on it, whilst he enters some codes into a keypad on the wall.
It's very similar to the code protected doors you have at home but of course those are on the top floor of the penthouse and not at the back of a rickety old pantry. Maybe because he isn't here as much as he is at home, this being the first time he's been to Greece in five years, he feels the need to have access to his more private areas more concealed than he would normally.
“These steps are really old," he offers you his hand, holding the vase in his other arm, “be careful please."
You smile at him and take his hand, making sure you've got a tight hold of the vase as you start to descend the stairs. They're stone and winding, with small lights on the stone walls to guide your way. It's like you're truly entering another world as the steps seem to go on forever. But Junhui keeps a tight hold on your hand when the steps seem to get narrower until eventually you're greeted with a wall that seems to be made of frosted glass.
“Just one more code." He murmurs, more to himself than to you.
The final beep of the number pad sounds and seconds later a glass door, you hadn't realised was there, wooshes to the side.
You're amazed you haven't dropped the damn vase you're holding in your hand. Because if Junhui’s hidden floor of treasures at home was incredible, this is absolutely insane.
The whole basement is like the most incredible museum you've ever seen, or dreamt to see. The white stone continues down here, just like upstairs, and the floor is polished wood but there's no beautiful sunlight unlike the rest of the house, obviously with it being a basement. The walls are lined with a few book shelves but nowhere near as many as at home. This place is obviously where he keeps some of his larger pieces. He'd mentioned he likes to keep his books with him, something that only made you love him even more because you felt the same about your books.
Other, even older, vases and busts are in glass cabinets and there's even part of a broken arch in the corner of the room.
Junhui must’ve moved without you noticing because whilst you're still staring open mouthed at the room in front of you, he smiles knowingly when he takes the vase off you and you don't even acknowledge him.
You wander into the room, mouth still open in awe as you try to take in everything you're seeing. You're probably not even taking everything in fully, you'd need to spend weeks in here to truly realise what everything is you're actually looking at. It's like stepping into every historical article and book you'd ever read only now you’re actually standing in history instead of just lost in the words of others.
Something does bring you to a standstill though.
In fact you're fairly certain your heart has actually stopped beating the small amount it does and you're having a full scale out of body experience.
“What. The. FUCK. Junhui," you turn to him hurriedly, “that's not…..you've not…….it's not," you shake your head like what you’re seeing can’t be real.
But he's smiling. You're having a complete breakdown and he's smiling?!
“Is that," you take a deep breath and point to the large display ledge in the centre of the room, a spot light shining down on it, “that cannot be an Elgin Marble."
“The Greeks would probably rather call them the Parthenon Marbles.”
“Don't get smart with me Wen Junhui," you turn your finger that was pointing at the sculpture onto Junhui, “is that what I think it is?"
“It is."
"How? They're all in the British Museum. And don't say they're not, they're always arguing about them! How the hell do you have that?!”
"I found it.” He shrugs, clearly enjoying your shock at one of his most priced possessions.
"Oh please,” you scoff, "you don't just find an Elgin…. A Parthenon Marble.”
“I bought this house. Came down here and that statue was here. Just ruined in the cellar.”
"So how do you know it's real?”
"Because Lord Elgin tried to buy it off me to add to his collection. Said he wanted a nice round number of statues so he felt like his collection was complete. Arrogant bastard,” he mutters under his breath, “I hated the idea he'd taken them from Greece in the first place but he wouldn't leave me alone. So I told him I'd leave it to him or his family, in my will."
“What a very sneaky man you are." You stare at him in awe. “So he died feeling like he hadn’t completed his collection?"
“And it means more of the marbles than people actually think stayed right here in Greece." Junhui nods.
“I could spend the whole holiday here and never get bored.”
“You won’t need to soon,” he takes your hand and makes you face him, “once we’re blood bonded, you’ll know all this.”
His smile is intoxicating and even though you’ve got that horrible sinking feeling in your stomach again, you still can’t bring yourself to tell him you really don’t want this whole blood bonding thing. It clearly means so much to him and seeing as you can’t even form the reasons why you’re so against it, it seems completely stupid to bring up your worries now.
“They’re here!” Seungkwan bellows down the stairs just as Junhui’s lips graze yours.
“He’s always ruining things.” Junhui sighs, giving you a quick kiss anyway.
You send one last awe-inspired glance at the rogue Parthenon Marble and follow Junhui out of the cave of riches. He truly is the most caring man you’ve ever met because as the door locks behind you, he takes your hand without thinking and guides you back up the uneven stone stairs, glancing back at you with an excited smile, hoping you love his friends as much as he does.
“Yeah so,” Jeonghan finishes his glass of wine, “we actually single handedly stopped half of the world’s most beloved works of art being stolen in World War Two.”
“Single handedly?” The comically skeptical look on Junhui’s face tells you he’s heard this massively exaggerated claim more than once in his life and yet he’s still not bored of it.
“Exactly.” Jeonghan nods, “Just Joshua and I fighting off the enemy, with the Girl With A Pearl Earring strapped to our backs, dodging bullets and grenades.” Jeonghan pretends to be dramatically dodging the deadly made up bullets.
“Wasn’t the Girl With A Pearl Earring kept in a bunker in The Hague?” You challenge him and feel your heart swell at how proud Junhui seems to be that you’re so comfortable in calling out his friend’s bullshit.
“W-well…..”
“Well, who do you think was in charge of The Hague bunker?” Joshua helps his friend.
“So then you didn’t do it single handedly?”
“Yes. It was just us in the bunker.” They both look at each other and nod at you.
“But then who took care of it in the cave it was moved to?”
They look at you in horror.
“Ya Junhui! What do you think you’re doing bringing fucking Einstsein to dinner.” Joshua protests as you all laugh at him.
“Oh don’t mention that old idiot,” Seungkwan frowns into his glass, “he still owes me money for losing that bet.”
“What bet?”
“I bet him that light wasn’t just one beam but little clusters of particles.”
They all nod knowingly but you just gawk at an equally baffled Wonwoo.
“Hold on,” You frown, sitting up a little in your seat, “you bet him that it was tiny clusters of light. You made the discovery that got him the Nobel Prize?”
“Oh Nobel Smobel, I don’t care about that shit. But a bet is a bet and he always had such a stick up his ass. Always having to prove people wrong and then doesn’t pay what he owes! Look at what he did to poor Isaac, his whole life's work down the drain because of some idiot that looked like he’d electrocuted himself who couldn’t stop being a smart ass for two seconds.”
You make a mental note to never mention Albert Einstein around Seungkwan ever again.
“I’ve told you, appeal to his estate.” Joshua dismisses him.
“I tried,” Seungkwan sighs, “they told me to grow up and stop pouting over 10 Marks.”
“What’s that in today’s currency?”
“About 4 US dollars.”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
You say it without thinking, forgetting that you’ve only just met Joshua and Jeonghan and you were hoping to make a good impression. But from the way they’re smacking the table and throwing their heads back in laughter, you seem to have unknowingly made the best impression you could.
“Wonwoo, tell me about how annoying Junhui is as a boss.”
Wonwoo wastes no time in holding court with Jeonghan, Joshua and Seungkwan. You love how they’ve all just accepted him. It’s one thing to meet the partner of their friend but it’s another thing to welcome with open arms a vampire who has only been changed because he wants to annoy you and Junhui forever more.
Junhui squeezes your thigh, dragging your attention away from Wonwoo telling them all about how Junhui is anal about the way he organises his pens.
“They like you.” He whispers, that broad smile you love so much illuminating his face.
“You don’t think I’ve upset them about the paintings?”
“Joshua is five thousand years old. You’d have to do something truly heinous to upset him. Or,” he glances at them all gossiping, “hide his moisturiser, the moaning he does when he feels like his skin is dehydrated. He’s the most dramatic person I’ve ever met.”
You hum and look out onto the setting sun.
“This place is incredible, I can’t believe you’ve brought me here.”
“Hey,” he takes your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it, “I haven’t just brought you here. I’m sharing this with you completely, what’s mine is yours.”
“I hate that Junhui, you know I do. I could never bring as much to this relationship as you.”
“You don’t need to, we’re equal in this. You choosing me to spend your life with is enough for me.”
You roll your eyes, thoroughly unconvinced but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t trying to hide your bashful smile.
“And. You’ve brought one very important thing to this relationship.”
You narrow your eyes at him, hoping he’s not about to lower the tone and let slip something that shouldn’t be spoken about at dinner with friends.
“What?”
“My most treasured possession.” He smirks at you, “By the time we get home, the new plinth I’ve ordered should be there.”
“For what?”
“My most treasured possession.” He repeats.
Your knitted brows tell him everything he needs to know, his carefully chosen words have confused you enough that he’ll get rewarded with the sound of your laughter, something he thinks he’ll never stop craving to hear.
“You must know what it is.”
“No.” You frown.
“It’s a book.”
“Oh well that narrows it down.”
“And it’s one of your favourites."
“Junhui, that doesn’t narrow it down either!” You whine.
“This one specific copy of it is very dear to me.”
“Is it your Twilight books?”
“You’re asking for trouble.” He raises his brows at you. You know he hates those books and yet you still insist on mentioning them at any given opportunity.
“Maybe I am.” You smirk at him.
“Don’t distract me.” He murmurs. “It’s a book you love and a copy of it that I love.”
You rack your brain. But the only book you can think of that’s been truly meaningful to your relationship is……..
“The Chronicles of Narnia?! You’re going to put my battered old copy of that on a plinth? You’re ridiculous!” You laugh, making Junhui feel more alive than he has done in centuries.
“It’s very dear to me,” he smiles as he pulls you onto his lap, “just like its owner.”
“Do you think they’d miss us?” You wrap your arms around his neck, your eyes glimmering at each other in the late evening sun.
He glances behind you.
“No, they’re talking about how Joshua owns part of Antartica.”
“He does?”
“Techinally. But it’s also technically run by penguins and he’s not been able to step foot on it for decades.”
“Maybe he could take Wonwoo, I’ve always said he walks like a penguin.” Your heart leaps as he laughs at your joke, your fingers running through his hair like you love doing so much.
“They’re pretty busy.” He checks behind you again. “Are you tired?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Me neither.”
And you both rush to your feet to run into the house, ignoring your friends demands to know where you’re going and to keep the noise down, as you sprint up the stairs to your bedroom.
“I thought you said we were getting cleaned up?"
“We are, shit watch your head!" He says it like you smacking the back of your head on the shower wall has worried him in anyway. And yet his fingers are still buried deep in you, curled perfectly inside and making your head spin. So he can't be that bothered about your poor head.
“Shit," you hiss as his two fingers hit your g spot.
It’d already been an hour since you escaped dinner and yet he'd already cum down your throat, the taste of it being almost intoxicating now all your senses were heightened. And then of course because he's a gentleman he made sure you came twice. Once on his tongue and once on his perfect length, his hand over your mouth to make sure you didn't let the guys know what you were doing. Because obviously the pair of you running into the house giggling didn't give it away at all. And presumably neither did Junhui's moan he accidentally let out as he came inside you, something he said you must've imagined when you tried to mock him for it.
“This isn't getting us clean Junhui." You whisper.
“Well you shouldn’t be so tempting," he kisses your neck, exactly where he'd bitten you, to turn you, all those weeks ago.
The spot doesn't hurt and normally it has no effect on you at all if your fingers graze it or something similar. But for some reason any time Junhui’s lips touch that small spot of skin on your neck, it sends a thrill of excitement through your body that makes you feel like you're floating for a couple of seconds.
“How," you swallow when his teeth nip at your earlobe, “am I tempting?"
“You got naked."
“I was already naked." You giggle as his fingers keep pumping into and out of you.
“Yeah but then you got all wet,”
"I think I was already wet honey.”
"Smart ass,”
"Fuck!” Your hands grip his biceps as his palm rests on your clit, adding a level of pressure that's bringing you perilously close to your third orgasm of the night.
"My love, are you close?” he lifts his head to look at you, his lips touching yours but sadly not rewarding you with a kiss.
“So close."
You clench around his fingers, only getting closer and closer to the edge when he finally does kiss you again. It hasn't even been four minutes since he last kissed you and yet even though you've been together for years now, you still get a thrill like it's your first kiss all over again.
“Fuck I can't believe you're mine,"
“You always say that.” You manage to get out as his palm starts bouncing a little on your clit from the force of his fingers fucking you.
“So sue me, I'll never get over the fact you're mine. And soon," he curls his fingers a little more, the long nimble digits abusing your g-spot repeatedly, “you'll know all of me. We’ll truly be each other’s. Fuck, we could do it now whilst I finger your prefect pussy, would you like that _____?”
His fingers keep moving and you are so close to the edge, if he could just keep going for two more seconds you’d me there.
"Gonna cum,” you moan.
"Not yet my love,” his fingers slow, no longer hitting as deep and keeping you teetering on the edge, "tell me you'll let me do it now.”
"Junhui I'm so close," you whine.
“Just tell me my love." He murmurs into your skin.
But after a few seconds his fingers slow even more and he raises his head to look at you. A look of confusion you haven't seen on his face since you walked into his office the day he told you he loved you, and he didn't know if he should risk it all or not.
Your heart is pounding but no longer in a good way and your need to flee and get away from this situation is making you panic more and more. Something which you're certain he can sense.
“My love?"
“What?"
You don't look at him, you look past him at the shower wall. What the hell do you even say? You can't break his heart and tell him you don't want to be blood bonded. He’ll think you're trying to say you don't want to spend the rest of time with him, that you're not committed to him like he is to you.
But you can't lie to him either. You can’t let him think that you want this and let it happen for the sake of appeasing him or not upsetting him.
The idea of hurting him in any way though makes you hate yourself. You want him only to be happy and content in this world, like you always do for the ones you love most. But you can't do it, you just can't.
“I asked, did you want to do it tonight?"
"I thought it was just in the moment.” You lie, glancing at him quickly and then averting your eyes back to the shower wall.
"Why won't you look at me?”
"I am.” You glance at him again.
“You're not."
His fingers slip from you, making you feel more empty than they would normally because it feels like this loss isn't going to be the only thing you lose tonight.
He takes your chin in his fingers, making you look at him with the scent of you on them. Like a cruel reminder of how quickly this situation has taken a brutal turn.
"You don't want me to see your memories?”
The hurt on his face is something you hoped never to see. You'd even take the cruel indifference you faced when he tried to tell you your relationship was nothing, over this.
"I do! I don't mind if you see everything.”
"Then,” he thinks and you feel your heart crack, "you don't want to see mine? You're worried you'll think of me as a monster or something if you see everything.”
The step he takes away from you feels more like a mile than a simple pace.
"No,” you try to reach for him but he bats your hand away, like the idea of you touching him repulses him, "Junhui that's not why!”
Tears are starting to cascade down your cheeks and he doesn't even seem to care. The same man who admitted that he hated seeing you cry when you were in a hospital bed, now only looks at you with even more contempt when he sees them.
"Why are you crying?! Are you worried I'll force you to blood bond with me?!”
"No!”
"Did you even love me? You said you understood my past……"
“Junhui please." You croak in a sob as you try to reach for him again.
"You said I couldn’t be blamed for the people I'd killed, said you could never think less of me for it! And now,” he exasperates with his head in his hands, "I dropped everything I believed in for you ______. I thought you realised how much it took for me to agree to turn you…"
“I do realise it Junhui, I promise I do but……”
"But what?” He spits.
"....but……but….”
You can't even tell him why you're so against it because you don't fucking know. Seungkwan just sprang it on you and then Junhui loved the idea so much that now you haven't even had the time to think about why you're so against it.
"You can't even trust me to tell me why you don't want this.”
He stares at you, like he's meeting a stranger or even worse, an enemy. Not like you're the love of his life, standing naked together as the warm water hits your bodies.
“I've been a fucking idiot. This was all a huge mistake."
“Junhui no," you cry, “please. Junhui, come back!"
But he doesn't. He steps out of the shower, closing the door behind him and with it feeling like he's closed the door on your relationship. The water seems to turn chillier though it could just be the air in the shower that feels like it's suffocating you. But this shower that felt so intimate, so small when you were both lost in each other a few moments ago, now feels cavernous and like you're more alone than you've ever been.
A mistake.
He thinks this has all been a mistake and it's all because you have made him feel that way.
As you turn the shower off and step out of it you can't help but wonder if he's right. You should want to blood bond with him. You should want to know everything about him that you can. And yet you don't and now you've ended up hurting the one person you'd never want to. And you don't even know why.
You've been dressed for at least an hour, sitting on the end of the bed staring at the door hoping Junhui is going to walk through them. For the first time in forever you slept without him by your side and you felt like a piece of you was missing. He's your person, he's your life, having him by your side makes you feel whole and then suddenly he was gone and you didn't know what to do.
You'd thought he'd come back at some point to try and talk it through, like he does when you've had little arguments in the past. One of you always gives in because you can't stand to be mad at each other. But this feels like it's gone way past being mad at each other. You've made him question the very foundations of your relationship and you can't expect him to just come back to comfort you.
Presumably he'd gone to sleep in one of the other rooms in the villa, the others will probably all hate you now because you've hurt their friend. You'd hate someone for hurting Wonwoo and he's only been your friend for sixteen years. They've been friends for thousands of years, they're bound to loathe you.
The sun is high in the sky and one glance at your watch tells you that you can't hide in here for much longer without making it obvious you're avoiding them all.
You take one last deep breath and then leave the room, dreading what you're about to face.
But as you descend the stairs, everywhere is eerily quiet. With four rowdy vampires in the house, or three rowdy vampires and one who you've hurt beyond words, you'd think there'd be more noise.
You glance into the kitchen but there's no sign of anyone. Have they all just left you here?
“Hey."
"For fuck’s sake Wonwoo!” You jump when you spot him on the sofa.
"Good morning to you too.” He smiles sarcastically.
"Where is everyone?” You look around a little more as you move to sit next to him.
"They all went on a run about twenty minutes ago.”
"They just left us here?”
"Nah, they asked if I wanted to go.” He shrugs.
"Oh.” Your shoulders slump, he hadn't even asked you.
"What's going on?”
"Nothing.”
"I know when you're lying before you've even opened your mouth. And Junhui looked terrible this morning. And he didn't come from your room, he stayed in one down here.”
"Well nothing gets past you does it, nosey?”
"Don't do that.” He sighs.
"What?”
"Try to avoid my question. What happened?”
"It doesn't matter.”
"_____.” He unfolds his legs so he can sit properly next to you on the sofa, "You're my best friend. Please just talk to me.”
You hang your head for a second, collecting your thoughts as best you can.
"I think I've inadvertently ended my relationship.”
"What?! How?! He's obsessed with you. I doubt….."
“I have." You glance at him out of the corner of your eye.
"How?” He asks softly.
"You know the whole blood bonding thing?”
"Yeah?” He asks, drawing the word out like he can't fathom how that has anything to do with anything.
"He wants to do it. He wants to be blood bonded.”
"Well that's a good thing, isn't it?”
"Yes? No? Fuck I don't know!” You groan and lean back on the sofa. "I don't mind him knowing about my past, there's hardly anything compared to his.”
"Is it because you don't want to see his past relationships? You don't want to compare yourself to them?"
“No." You say adamantly. “I know I'm the love of his life. He wouldn't have changed me if I wasn't."
“Then what?" Wonwoo frowns, leaning back with you.
“I don't know! I really don't know. I'm not bothered about seeing him kill, I mean sure I'd rather not but it wouldn't change the way I feel about him. I feel…..I feel….. I don't know!! And now he's said changing me was a mistake and I think I've really ruined it all Wonwoo!"
Tears start falling again.
“No please don’t cry," he moans, rushing to get a tissue, “you know I can't cope with emotions like that."
“It's just, I feel like," you take the box of tissues from him as he sits back next to you, “I haven't had a chance to think about it. I know I don't want to, I know I feel weird about it but I don't know why.’
“Then think now."
“What?" You turn to him, wiping your eyes with the tissue.
“Think about it now. They're gone for like an hour, sit and think about it now and then we can figure out how to fix it."
He says it so matter of factly. Like “fixing it" is even an option.
“I don't think I can fix it. You didn't see his face, Wonwoo, he looked so hurt. He hates…..”
"______.” He says sternly. "Junhui loves you. He turned you so he could spend eternity with you. Yes, he may have said some shit in the heat of the moment but we all do that. Just figure it out for yourself and then worry about figuring things out with Junhui. He's immortal and so are you, it's not like he can avoid you for eternity.”
You stare at him. When did Wonwoo become so helpful?
"Come on, think!” He breaks your thoughts.
"Right.” You nod and turn to face away from him.
But think about what? Why you don't want to blood bond with your soulmate? Why your brain seems hell bent on making sure you can't form the simple reason you don't want to?
Your eyes wander around the room, taking in everything. Little trinkets that Junhui’s collected over the centuries. The little parts of his life that are long forgotten, and in the cases of people long dead, but that he didn't want to forget fully.
They all form his story, they're all tiny fragments in time that make up the story of Wen Junhui and you find them fascinating. So why don't you want to blood bond with him? It would literally enable you to see everything he's been through, the good and the bad, the highs and lows. And you want to know all those things, you want to know them more than anything. And yet you can't bring yourself to do it.
Maybe it's the idea that you'd need to bite him? You're not a vampire like him and the others, neither you or Wonwoo are. You had Seungkwan bring you every blood type to sample and figure out what you needed. You have a fridge at home dedicated to yours and Junhui’s weekly blood supply, you’ve never had to deal with the idea of actually biting another living creature.
Maybe that's what it is? But the more you think about it, the more you imagine doing it, you know it's not that. The idea doesn't excite you and sure, you'd really rather not, but you're not against the idea of biting him.
Your eyes land on a terracotta artefact that doesn't match the others. It isn't a Greek statue of a god or another pot that you’d recognise as something by one of the ancient Grecian potters or sculptures.
It confuses you.
If you had to take a guess you'd probably say it was African, maybe from a western country? You're certain you've seen similar things to it but you just can't pinpoint where. You definitely couldn't narrow it down to the exact country or time period.
It's a sculpture of a face and it is terracotta but it's definitely like nothing else in this room. You wonder how it came to be here? Presumably Junhui has it with the artefacts here because it fits in so well with the other terracotta artefacts. And you did spot some East Asian items in the basement so he doesn't solely house Grecian items here.
But still it's an odd anomaly, one you've no doubt has an interesting story to it. You know he spent some time in Nigeria, so maybe it's something from there? If he was here, you'd ask him and revel in the way his eyes seem to shine even brighter when he tells you of the friends he had there and the things they got up to.
It's one of the things you love most about him. The things he's seen and the way he seems to love talking about them so much.
The way he spoke about inventing words with Will and thoroughly enjoyed the way you'd look more and more shocked at how he was best friends with Shakespeare. Well. It's one of the reasons you fell in love with him.
Everytime there's something small you spot that he's kept for seemingly no reason, you love listening to the stories.
But.
No.
It can't be that simple. It can't be…….
“I think I've figured it out." You keep your eyes on the terracotta sculpture as you turn to face Wonwoo.
“That was quick." He says happily, like he's been waiting for you to finish making lunch or something. “What is it?"
“Stories."
“What?"
“I like listening to his stories."
“Well then let him read to you or something and blood bond with him."
“Not stories in general idiot. I mean I like listening to his stories about where he's been and what he's seen. That artefact," you point to it, “do you know what it is?"
“It's a Nok sculpture."
“Neither do…..wait what? How do you know that?”
"I did an African studies course at university because I was trying to impress a girl I liked. She turned out to be a lesbian,” he shakes his head at the sculpture like it's the sculptures fault, "but I learnt some stuff.” He shrugs.
"I wonder why he has it.” You frown at it.
"Me too. They weren't really for gifts. I think they're to do with shrines? But I think some were also for charms and things.”
“Really?" You raise your brows and turn back to the sculpture, getting massively distracted.
“So you think it's stories?" He tries to get your attention.
"Yeah,” you nod, dragging your eyes away from the sculpture, "I think I do want to know everything I can about him. But I'd feel like I was being cheated to just know everything. I love how much he loves talking about everything he's done and I don't see why we need to blood bond just to share each other's stories. We've got eternity together, we have all the time in the world to find out all this stuff.”
"Why didn't you just tell him that?!”
"Because I've literally only just figured it out Wonwoo, don't shout at me!”
"Sorry, sorry,” he rushes to soothe you and awkwardly pat your shoulder because a tear is on the brink of falling and he cannot cope with crying.
"Do you think he'll even listen to me?” You pout.
"I'm certain he will. And. If he doesn't, I'll hit him.”
"Yeah right.” You huff out a laugh.
"I mean it. I hate seeing you cry, if he doesn't let you explain then he's fucking way out of line. I'll hit him.”
It's at times like these you remember that not only is Wonwoo your best friend, but you're also his. He might be fucking annoying but he's got your back, he always has.
"Thank you.” You nudge his shoulder with yours.
"No problem. Just please, if you are going to cry, try to give me at least a business day's warning to fully prepare.”
"I'll try.” You nod, finally managing a small smile.
“Breakfast?"
“Have you cooked it?" You narrow your eyes at him.
“Seungkwan did. So at least we know it'll be good."
He doesn't let you answer, just drags you along with him and doesn't even give you the opportunity to worry about Junhui coming back because he starts telling you about the girl who broke his heart. And by the end of it you're both cursing her for not telling him she was a lesbian sooner.
Wonwoo didn't try to stop you when you heard voices coming through the front door and shot out the villa at the speed of light. You'd both made sure you'd had your blood, ate the truly delicious breakfast Seungkwan had made and just as you took the final bite, you'd heard the dreaded sound of four vampires.
But unlike normal people, you weren't afraid of these vampires for the obvious reasons. You were more worried that they'd all throw you out of the house and say that Junhui never wanted to see you again.
So you’d decided to spend the day at the beach. Yes, if you'd have truly thought about it you'd have a book, a nice cold drink and some sun glasses. And you wouldn't just be sitting on the sand looking extremely sorry for yourself. But at least you didn't need to think about suncream anymore. Not now that you were a vampire. So it wasn’t all bad.
An hour passes by and you wonder whether they're actually going to just ignore you forever. You'll become part of the sand, people will think you're a statue or something because you never age and you'll just sit here forever. Thinking about how you lost the love of your life in the space of a few minutes.
You did always love Greek tragedies, you just never thought you'd actually become one.
A plane flies over, ruining the tranquility of your death spiral into depression. But as you look up to watch the little clouds it leaves behind, a shadow makes everything go dark.
Turning, you find Junhui standing next to you. Holding out a glass of juice for you.
“You need to drink something in this heat."
“I'll get something later." You say softly and turn back to looking at the ocean.
“Can we go for a walk?" He places the juice in the sand.
“That depends."
“On what?"
“On whether you'll let me pack my bags before you throw me out or whether I'm going to need to wander round in this sundress. It's due to rain later."
“I'm not throwing you out." He murmurs, shifting awkwardly.
You look at him again. He doesn't look angry but he doesn't look like he's about to apologise for leaving you either. If anything, he looks completely emotionless. Which you think may worry you more.
But Wonwoo said to be brave and just explain it to him. And it would cheer you up to see Wonwoo try to hit him if this all goes wrong and he doesn't listen to you.
"Ok.” You sigh and rise to your feet.
You're not a damsel in distress and you're not expecting anything from him really. But Junhui is nothing if not a gentleman and the fact he hasn't even offered you his hand to help you up, stings more than you thought it would.
He doesn't take your hand. He doesn't even walk close to you. He just waits to make sure you're at his side and sets off down the beach.
"Can I ask you something?”
He watches you for a second out of the corner of his eye, like he's not sure if he wants you to ask him anything. But he nods after a few seconds anyway.
"Is that sculpture in your living room a Nok sculpture?”
"What? You want to ask me about fucking sculptures?”
You've never had him speak to you like that, the snarl on his face is the cruelest you've ever seen him look. At least when he barred his fangs at you that time in his office, he was provoked into his true vampire ways. Now it's just Junhui, looking at you with utter contempt.
He must notice how it shocks you because for the first time since last night, there's a glint of your caring Junhui in his eyes.
“Yes it is." He grumbles bluntly as he turns to keep walking.
“H-how did you get it?" You ask somewhat apprehensively now.
“What does this have to do with the fact you don't trust me?"
“I never said I didn't trust you!" You stop and pull his arm so he doesn't just walk away from you.
“You said you didn't want to be blood bonded to me! Which is basically the same thing!"
“No it isn't! And I never said that! I never said anything!"
“You more or less said you didn't want to."
“I don't want to." You admit.
Your bluntness shocks him, it's one thing to assume that's what you mean. It's another to actually hear it.
“But you didn't let me explain why. You never even gave me a chance to figure out why I didn't like the idea."
“So this is my fault?!"
“I'm not saying it's anyone's fault!!" You truly lose your temper and slam your foot on the ground. "Will you please just fucking listen to me Junhui!!”
His eyes are wide in horror. He's seen you pissed off but this is a whole new level of anger he's not used to.
"Fine.” He mumbles.
"Seungkwan sprung this on me. On us. And I get why you're excited about it, I love that you're excited about it. And I don't have a problem with you seeing my life, not that there's much I haven't already told you.”
"Then what's…."
“Can you just stop? Please."
"Sorry.”
"When I came down earlier, Wonwoo sat with me whilst I thought about it. I knew I wasn't thrilled with the idea but I hadn't been able to figure out why. It wasn't you seeing everything about me, I'm not worried about seeing you at your worst, I'm not even particularly worried about the biting.”
You take a deep breath, feeling like you need to ground yourself a little.
"But when Wonwoo made me think about it. I was looking at everything in your villa and my eyes landed on that sculpture. Straight away my instinct was to ask you about it. I wanted to know what it was and why you had it.”
"So?”
"So. That's when I figured out why I don't want to do this whole blood bonding thing. Junhui,” you step closer to him, "I love hearing all your stories, I love asking you questions and how happy you look when you tell me about your old friends. If we blood bonded I'd already know it all. Which I want to,” you rush to add in, "but I want to hear it from you. That Saturday after I'd found out about you, I went home and replayed you telling me about Mary Shelley again and again because the way you laughed made butterflies swirl around my stomach like I’d never felt before. I love when I mention something in passing and you tell me some random fact about it that you learnt in Brazil or somewhere.”
You take another step closer. He's finally within touching distance but you don't dare make a move just yet.
“I want to know everything about you Junhui but I want to hear it from you. We've got all of eternity to find out everything about each other, it's one of the things I love most about you. Yes, I'd get to know everything if we were blood bonded but I'd miss your smile or your tears or your frown as I found it out. Which is the thing I enjoy most, it's seeing your reaction to it that makes everything so much more real, more personal. Like you’re sharing these secrets with only me because I’m your person, just like you’re mine.”
“Why didn't you tell me that?" He asks softly, a stray tear running down his cheek that inch to wipe away.
“Because nobody gave me chance to figure out what I was feeling. I've only been a vampire a few weeks and then Seungkwan appeared with some ancient ritual and you looked so excited. I couldn't be the reason you'd be so disappointed, not after you sacrificed so much. You'd think I didn't want this, you'd think it was a mistake," you sniffle, trying to stop your tears at the memory of that word last night, “but then you think it was now anyway."
You can't look at him, not when he’s already regretting turning you. But if you did you'd see that his eyes are filled with remorse that's been festering there since the second he left the bedroom last night. He wanted to come back the second he'd left but he was just so hurt, so upset that you didn't want to blood bond with him.
“I never meant that _____. I could never think it was a mistake."
“You said it though." You sniff, tears now trickling and betraying you as you continue to look past him.
“I know I did. And I promise to never say something so cruel again. Even if we fight worse than this, I swear I will never hurt you like that again. There's no excuse for it and I've no justification. All I can do is apologise and beg for your forgiveness."
"You still want this?”
"What I want isn't what's important. I hurt you with what I said and I can't take that back. I didn’t let you say what you needed to and I jumped to conclusions. If you say you still want me, then yes I still want this.”
Is this what being a grown up feels like? Not that you've dated none grown ups, obviously. But whenever people you've dated have said something out of line it's always “well I'm sorry but" or “you upset me so I said this.". In all honesty when you've said something a little too far, you've probably always added a "but” in there too. It's human nature.
Maybe that's what it is though. This isn't human nature anymore. This is a well adjusted vampire who's been through far worse than one argument and has seen what happens when people far more important than you two, don't just admit their mistakes.
You're angry he said it. But you understand why he said it. You're sorry you hurt him too and he seems content to accept your feelings about blood bonding. What use is not forgiving him when he's proven again and again to you that he's the most kind, caring and generous man you've ever met. One mistake shouldn't be the reason you end this. Not when you've both been through so much and have shown each other how much you love each other.
“I want this. I never stopped wanting this."
He pulls you into him, his arms securing around you and proving once again that you were right that Saturday he knocked on your door to take you to his place. Junhui gives the best hugs.
“I'm sorry I got carried away with the blood bonding."
“I get why you wanted it." You mumble into his chest.
"I just wanted something tying us to each other I think. Not that we aren't. I don't know……I think it was just because it's this ancient ritual, I got carried away with thinking it meant something more than just sharing memories.”
"We’re already bonded Junhui.” You let your fingers wander up and down his shirt covered back. "Your DNA literally made me what I am. We promised ourselves to each other that night, promised we'd be together for eternity and face whatever the world threw at us. The second your teeth sunk into my skin, I was yours and you were mine."
“How’d you get so wise when you've only been around a few decades?" He pulls back to look at you.
“What can I say?" You shrug. “I was born with it.”
That damn smile you love so much shines brighter than the morning sun and you feel your worries drifting off on the sea breeze.
“I am annoyed with you about one thing."
“What." You give him a concerned look.
“Whatever magic you spun on Joshua and Jeonghan last night, both of them agreed with Seungkwan that whatever we argued about was definitely my fault."
“Wonwoo threatened to hit you." You add.
“Yeah right, I'd have him on his ass before he even swung his punch.” He says very seriously and makes you laugh.
“So you don't want to blood bond?" You clarify.
His eyes search yours, a soft smile now toying on his lips.
“No. Like you say, I've got eternity to bore you."
You laugh but once his lips touch yours you finally feel whole again. Like the missing piece of you has just slotted back into place.
“Is it a Nok sculpture?" You ask as he takes your hand and you carry on your walk.
“It is. I got it when I was in Nigeria."
“I thought it might be then," you say excitedly, “and it was Wonwoo who told me what it was. Or what he thought it was.”
"Really?” He looks surprised.
"He wanted to impress a girl in university.”
"Ah. Makes sense.” He hums.
"How did you get it?"
“About fifty years after I'd been turned, I was still struggling to come to terms with it. I didn't know what to do or where to go and then I just thought, why not go to where it all started."
“You were turned in China though." You frown.
“I mean where life started. Africa is the birthplace of humanity. If I couldn't find answers there then there was no hope."
“And did you?"
Junhui helps you over a stone wall to continue your walk into a nearby field with a footpath.
“Sort of. I worked helping out a farmer and his son. He could tell I was lost, that I needed guidance. He didn't know my predicament but he knew something was going on. He told me that no one can choose who they are, but it's how you choose to behave in the circumstances you're given that separates the good from the bad. I still kept hurting, killing for a while after that but his words stuck with me and helped me on my path figuring out how to live like this."
“What a wise man." You nod.
“Exactly.” He smiles at the memory of him. "The day I was leaving, he gave me that sculpture. He said that he'd seen a change in me whilst I was there and promised that keeping that sculpture would remind me of what he'd told me, when life was getting hard again. They're meant for shrines or grave markers which I suppose means he unknowingly gave me just the right thing. Because whenever I look at it, I think of my old friend who died all those centuries ago and helped me more than he ever knew."
“See." You make him stop and wipe a tear from your cheek. “If we'd have blood bonded, I’d know about the man. But I'd never have known about half of what you've just told me.”
“I'm so lucky you're mine." He says like he always does and his hands grip your waist to bring you to him.
“You always say that." You roll your eyes and look off into the distance behind him, trying to hide your smile.
“Because." He softly holds your chin and makes you look at him. “I mean it."
“I'm sorry." He says after a few seconds.
“I'm sorry too." You kiss his nose and chuckle at how it makes his cheeks flush, never tiring of flustering an ancient vampire.
“I think I'm actually more sorry than you."
“It's not a competition Junhui."
“No." He kisses your lips before he carries on, “Joshua has insisted on taking you to Olympia."
“What's wrong with that?" You ask, both of you setting off back to the villa.
"You'll see.”
“And another thing….”
“Fucking hell.” You mumble, your head in your hand as you rest your arm on the car window.
“Sorry.” Junhui mouths to you before he averts his eyes back to the road.
“She has done more for children in her lifetime than most people manage in centuries. And does she get the credit for it she deserves? No she does not. People see her as an object, she’s still objectified by men even though she’s like a modern day saint. In fact Jeonghan make a note on your phone, next time we’re having tea at the Vatican, I want her to become a saint.”
“You can’t just demand people be made saints.”
“I can.” Joshua declares, trying to look authoritative even though he’s sandwiched between Wonwoo and Jeonghan on the back seat, “That church owes vampires its life. They’d be ruined if it wasn’t for us.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“It is not Wonwoo. On more than one occasion we’ve had to intervene when a rogue vampire has become a cardinal and somehow infiltrated the conclave.”
“Like who?”
“Pope Norman.”
“There hasn’t been a Pope Norman.” You turn in your seat, not noticing how Junhui can’t help but smile at how you’ve fit in so well with his friends.
“Exactly! Because we,” he gestures between him and Jeonghan, “stopped it. There’s an old rule, it’s been in place since the church started. They won’t hunt us or out of us even though they have ancient texts that prove we exist. And return, no vampire will hold any office in the church. Can you imagine trying to explain why the Pope wasn’t dying? Fuck knows what Norman would’ve gotten up to.”
“So they don’t owe you a favour. You have a pact, you can’t just storm in there and demand someone be made a saint!” Wonwoo presses again.
“I can. Because during the last conclave, the chimney was blocked. No human can enter conclave once it’s started but it says nothing about vampires. So we unblocked the chimney for them. They owe us.”
“Who died and made you Dick Van Dyke?”
Your heart flutters when Junhui throws his head back in a roar of laughter.
“Very funny.” Joshua narrows his eyes at you. “But it changes nothing, I will have that diamond of humanity sainted if it's the last thing I do.”
“Has anyone asked Dolly Parton if she actually wants to be sainted?”
“No. And you know why? Because she’s so self deprecating that she’d say no. You know she set up her theme park because the local area had no jobs……..”
“And now she’s the biggest employer in the area.” You all say in unison, having heard this about four times since you got into the car.
“I just think she’s done so much for the world and she does not get the credit she deserves. In fact,” he gets out his phone, “I’m going to ring them now, what was the Pope’s new mobile number?”
“You can’t” Jeonghan drawls casually, obviously used to Joshua after thousands of years, “he’s on holiday. You know he hates being disturbed when he’s at Disney World, he’s probably shouting at some poor crying kid who got in the way of him using his fast pass.”
You frown in confusion, you thought the Pope always went on holiday to some castle in Italy, not Disney World. But you really don’t want to send Joshua off on another tangent, not when he finally seems to be calming down about Dolly Parton.
“Ten more minutes and we should be there.”
“Thank god for that,” you murmur to Junhui, “I didn't think three hours could feel so long.”
“Oh you’ve not seen anything yet. You think he’s passionate about Dolly Parton? There’s a reason Seungkwan made up a fake patient consultation to get out of this.”
You don’t answer him. You’re going to Ancient Olympia, just how can you not enjoy that when you have Joshua and Jeonghan with you who were actually there.
“So this is where I stood, the cheers, the gifts, I was beloved by the people.”
“And what year did you say this happened?”
“776 BC.” Joshua says proudly, mimicking waving to his adoring fans much to the dismay of the tourists exploring the ruins.
You’re all standing around him, Junhui clearly very amused by the look of horror on yours and Wonwoo’s faces because none of this makes any sense. Jeonghan, however, looks irate. For two friends that seemingly have had each other’s backs for millenia, this specific topic seems to have riled him up so much you’re worried they’re actually going to start brawling.
“It’s bullshit.” Jeonghan says bluntly to you and Wonwoo.
“It is not! How dare you!”
“This is why I didn’t think we should come to Olympia this time,” he barks at Junhui, “he starts this shit every time and it’s just a lie. He thinks it makes him better than us.”
“Because it does.” Joshua smiles at a little girl and waves to her regally from the plinth he’s placed himself on.
“It’s nonsense Joshua and you know it. Now get down.”
“No. I’m reliving my youth.”
“If you won when you claimed you did, you were already 3273 years old. That’s not your youth.”
“It is when you’re as old as me.” He sighs.
“You did not just happen to win the 192m sprint the day I just happened to have a cold.” Jeonghan booms at him, ignoring the confused look of one elderly explorer.
“I did.” He nods and takes in the ruins of Ancient Olympia like he owns the place.
“You’re not Greek.” You challenge him.
“Neither are you and yet you’re here.” He says with a fake smile like he’s some sort of messiah.
“Yes, but how did you enter the Olympics in 776BC when you’re not Greek?”
“Ha!” Jeonghan steps closer to his friend, “why did I never think of that?”
“T-that doesn’t matter.” Joshua glances at you.
“But you had to be Greek.”
“They thought I was Greek.”
“You don’t look very Greek.”
“Well what does Greek even look like?” he grumbles, “You need to remember, the Ancient Greek Empire spread much further than modern day Greece.”
“But it didn’t stretch to where you’re from.” Junhui smirks.
“I said I was from the north of the Empire. What would now be Russia, I suppose.”
“You still wouldn't be allowed to join. Only free born native born Greeks could enter, not just any old idiot from parts of the world they just happened to occupy.”
“They thought I was Greek.” He shrugs, not letting a little thing like historical facts stop him. “I obviously couldn’t use my full speed, they’d know something wasn’t right but I was pretty damn fast and……”
“Come on,” Junhui pulls your arm, hoping you’d had enough of Joshua and his dramatics.
You happily wander through the ruins with him, the sounds of Joshua declaring himself the holder of the world record for sprinting even now and the sounds of Wonwoo and Jeonghan both deciding to wrestle him off the plinth to shut him up, fading into the distance.
“This is insane. It’s one thing to be here but it’s another thing to be here with people who lived here when it was all new.”
“I’m sorry about Joshua,” he sighs, “he can be a lot.”
“Are you joking? I think he’s amazing! He’s seen so much!”
“Let's see if you’re still saying that in a hundred years time and he’s still trying to get Dolly Parton posthumously sainted.” He smirks at you skeptically.
“Thank you for sharing all this with me.” You say softly, both of you coming to a stop to perch on a piece of old rock.
“Where’s that coming from all of a sudden?”
He takes your hand as you both sit and take in the view around you, the old pillars that were once the grandest of ancient buildings, the spoiled monuments that were made by people who walked these paths thousands of years before you were even thought of.
“I know you’ve shown me a lot at home. People would probably think it’s odd that my idea of a dream date is picking a book at random from your shelves and asking you to tell me the tale behind how you got it. But this feels different, this a whole different part of your life and I just want you to know how thankful I am that you’ve shared it with me.”
“I still can’t believe you want to share it all with me,” his arm wraps around you and he places a gentle kiss on your head, “I wish I’d been here to see all this.”
“Oh my god I forgot you weren’t here either!”
You always just presume because he’s so old and because he knows so much about literally everything, that he’s seen everything with his own eyes.
“Oh I was centuries away from being born when Joshua and Jeonghan were cursing havoc here.” His fingers draw patterns on your hip as you both just enjoy the tranquility of the place. “Hey, I’ve got an idea.”
“Oh no.” You sigh dramatically.
“No this is a good one, it’s not like when I said I didn’t need help building the new TV unit.”
You chuckle at the memory of him telling you in no uncertain terms that he had contributed to the building of The Great Wall of China, he did not need help putting together a flat pack TV unit for the room Wonwoo was staying in (Wonwoo having broken the other one when he accidentally kicked it and again didn’t realise just how strong he was now he was a vampire).
He looks around on the ground and rushes forward when he finds what he needs.
“What are you doing?”
“Neither of us were here but we could be here now, contribute to Olympia now and then come back in a thousand or even five thousand years time and see the part of us in the history of this place.”
“But how? No!” Your eyes widen in shock when he holds up a pointed rock, “You can’t just vandalise Ancient Olympia Junhui!”
“Who’s going to stop us?”
“I-I……well,” Your eyes flit around the ruins.
No one is paying attention to you, they’re all lost in their own little worlds. Old men boring the heads off their families by telling them facts about the place that are just plainly wrong. Little kids getting their first taste of the ancient world and marvelling at the broken pieces of buildings that still stand when they’re told how old they are.
“What do you want to do?” You whisper to him as he sits back down on your piece of rock.”
“We get this,” he picks up the old piece of a tile that’s just been left in the grass by where you sit, “and we carve our names in it. When we’re done, we place it somewhere no one would question why it’s there. People tend to not even touch a pebble at ancient ruins, they’re too worried they’ll inadvertently destroy something.”
“So then when we come back,” you watch as he scratches your initials into the tile, “we can see our little day in history.”
“Exactly.” He smiles to himself as he carves a heart around your initials.
He takes a good five minutes to finish his carving, making sure it’s deep enough to stand the tests of time and then holds the tile in front of him then you can both admire his work of art.
“Well?”
You get the sudden urge to grab him and smother him in so many kisses he’ll try to run away from you. Because it’s one thing to carve your initials into a tile and leave it at the ancient ruins of Olympia. But it’s another thing to say so casually that you’d come back here in five thousand years time and find that same tile together. It's the intent behind it, the promise, that makes you want to never stop kissing the beautiful vampire sitting beside you. He is so wholly and entirely dedicated to you that it never crosses his mind that you would ever lose him.
“I love it.” You settle on. Because smothering him in kisses isn’t the most appropriate thing to do right now.
“Shall we place it together?” He asks hopefully, still a little wary after what happened last night.
“I’d like that.”
“Come on then,” He holds the tile under his arm and holds his hand out for you.
You walk down a winding path until you reach a patch of grass surrounded by ruined walls and pillars.
“I think it would be perfect here.” He says proudly.
“What is this place?” You walk a little ahead of him but still hold his hand, staring in wonder at this new batch of ruins.
“It’s the Temple Of Hera.” He smiles as he watches you take everything in.
“The Goddess of child birth? Why here?”
“She was said to protect women in childbirth,” he nods, “but she also was the Goddess of women in general. She was the queen amongst the olympians and this is where the olympic flame is still lit. So when we watch it on the TV, we can say "oh our tile is there” and be very smug.”
“Why the temple for the Goddess of women though?” You frown at him.
“She’s the queen of the olympians, why not place the tile here when you’re the queen of my entire universe.”
“Junhui,” you whisper.
“And,” he smiles, “She was said to be very aggressive and sassy to those who wronged her and I’ve seen the way you’ve put Wonwoo in a headlock when he annoys you.”
“Well thanks,” you smile, wiping the happy tears that are brimming in your eyes.
“If you want to put it somewhere…..”
“Here is perfect.” You interrupt him.
“Great.” He smiles and places a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “I think over there?” He gestures to a non descript corner, the perfect place to put something so mundane so hopefully no one will notice it.
You nod happily and both wander over, making sure not to make it too obvious you’re adding the fragment of a ruined tile that wasn’t already here.
“Togther?”
“Togther.” You agree and take a corner of the tile.
You both crouch down to place the fragment on the ground. It looks like nothing, just another piece of an ancient floor or building that’s lost in the midst of time. But to you and Junhui it’s like a shining beacon of your promise to each other, something you can come back to and have your own slice of your history together in this ancient place.
“I am truly sorry about last night.”
“I know you are,” You smile at the initials he’s carved, “I am too.”
“______! Junhui! Jeonghan has pushed Joshua off his plinth and he says he’s broken his leg!”
Wonwoo’s shouting cuts through one of the most romantic moments in your life like only Wonwoo can.
“Now he really is being dramatic.” Junhui sighs before kissing your shoulder and standing up.
“I didn’t think we could break our legs.”
“We can’t.” He says bluntly before he grabs your hand and pulls you off with him, hell bent on giving Joshua a piece of his mind for ruining your little moment.
“Dude, this pod is even fancier than the last one!” Wonwoo moves himself up and down in the first class seat.
“Will you stop!” You plead through gritted teeth, sending the airhostess a fake smile when she gives you a strange look.
The rest of your holiday could only be described as idyllic. Although maybe chaotic would also be a good word. Joshua and Jeonghan took you round every art gallery they could, thoroughly enjoying pointing out just how many art works that people revere are fake.
Junhui had let you drag him back down to the basement every evening whilst Seungkwan cooked, Wonwoo even joined you sometimes and some of the pieces even shut him up. You’ve seen Aztec statues that were gifted to him during his time in South America, old carvings of ancient Chinese scriptures, and he even had part of the Berlin Wall.
You’d spent your fair share of time at a place he’d never shown anyone before.
The whole holiday wasn’t entirely spent learning more about where Junhui had been.
Although that is to say most of your holiday was spent learning about where Junhui had been.
Down by the beach, not far from his villa, is a cave that he owns as part of the land around the villa. You’d thought he’d shown it to you because it was interesting that he literally owned a cave. But once you’d stood there for a couple of minutes and realised it was just a boring old cave, Junhui’s true intentions were made clear.
Before you’d woken up, he’d brought piles and piles of blankets and pillows down to the cave and laid them out so the cave was more like your own little cosy den, than a normal beach cave. He’d set lanterns in the corners so the lighting was dimmed but there was some light so you didn’t bang your heads.
It was cute.
Or so you thought. But Junhui’s intentions were not cute.
You’re certain he’d fucked you in every position that’s ever been invented and more besides. You’d held each other, worshipped each other until you were both breathless and ready to sleep for days.
The memory of him very smugly saying that he knew his cave would come in handy one day will live with you forever. And so will the sounds of your mixed laughter echoing around the chamber because that’s what you’ll treasure most. The way that simple act of laughing amplified the joy you were both feeling at being able to do as please with no interruptions or needing to be quiet. That sound of being so happy together, exactly how it should be, especially after that first night, is something you hope stays with you forever more.
“Could I interest you in a trip into my pod?” Junhui repeats the same gesture from your flight here, his head popping over the back of his pod.
“And what for?” You raise your brow at him.
“I want to make you cry in pleasure until you’re totally broken and you’ve cum three times on my tongue.”
“OH GOOD FUCKING GOD,” Wonwoo closes his pod dramatically, really not wanting to hear that.
“Now he’s gone,” he beams down at you, “they have Toy Story 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. Let's cuddle and shout at Woody for being an arrogant prick.”
“You could’ve said that in front of Wonwoo.” You challenge him but get up from your pod anyway to join him.
“Yeah but then he’d want to come in my pod too and I don’t want to need to spoon both of you.”
“I thought you liked being my big spoon?”
“I do, just not to him. Last time he mumbled something about being his good girl.” He grimaces, “I was nearly sick _____. It’s not funny.” He scolds you as you laugh at him.
“Be a good boy and put the film on.” You chuckle as you more or less lie on him in his pod.
“Do you think we’ve got time for all of them?”
“Skip three and four, they’re trash anyway.”
“What would I do without you?” He kisses your temple as you both settle in and the titles start to roll for the opening of your favourite childhood film.
“You’d be lost without me.” You mumble happily, eyes fixed on the screen.
“I was lost until I found you.” He smiles to himself as he feels you snuggle more into him, the more lost you get in the movie, paying no attention to Junhui.
He knows you think it’s him that found you, that it’s him that showed you all the wonders of the world and gave you the gift of eternity with the man you love. But Junhui knows the reality of the situation. Before you, he was just treading water, going through the motions in life without being able to share the things he loved with anyone because he always needed to protect himself.
He was alone.
Yes, he had friends, but there’s only so many times you can recount the same old stories before you start getting bored of each other. And you can’t spend your whole life with them because they have their own lives to live.
But then you blew into his life like an almost serene whirlwind and turned everything upside down. You accepted him, accepted everything about him and if anything he felt like you loved him more because of it. He could share his life with you, his whole life and not be scared of what you’d think because you loved him. And showed you loved him, just how he hopes he shows you.
Junhui knows you were joking when you said “You’d be lost without me.” But he wasn’t when he said he was lost.
He’d been lost for centuries until you found him. And now he never needs to feel lost again. Because he has the woman he loves by his side, ready to fight for this relationship even when he spirals and panics about rituals that really do not matter.
You said during the holiday that you were his person and he was yours.
And Junhui doesn’t disagree with that.
But he would correct it. Because you’re not his person. You’re his whole world.
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historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | 41k words
s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.
c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be many artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, cheol calls you carrissima (which personally i find very hot) fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is horrendous), petnames cheol says some vile things during the deed, slight corruption kink
p l a y l i s t : dangerous woman by ariana grande || war of the hearts by sade || love is stronger than pride by sade || i don’t understand but i luv u by seventeen
t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic!
a u t h o r ’ s n o t e : hi hello thank you everyone for waiting for this monster fic!! thank you alice and addy for being the reason i finished this fic, thank you chia for creating a beautiful picture of general! cheol, and greatest thanks to choi seungcheol the man you are </3 i hope you all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it <33
WHEN THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC DEFEATED THE OTTOMANS ONCE AND FOR ALL, EVERY CITIZEN—BE IT PEASANT OR THE RICHEST ARISTOCRAT—KNEW WHO WAS BEHIND THAT VICTORY.
His name sparked life into the deathly, cramped streets. Whispers and cheers carried along the murky lakes, the rushed streams underneath the city, lapping up to the cobblestoned shore—entering the ears of marketeers, patricians, nuns, prostitutes, everyone. Wherever one went, the commander’s name rang like the dozen church bells, scattered throughout the lake-locked lands.
The buzz in the air was more frantic this afternoon, though, because the victors’ party was finally returning to the state.
Finally returning home.
You, despite your family’s excitement, despite your connections to the man behind the success of it all, could not have cared less.
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Synopsis: Mingyu has an uncanny talent for running into you and spilling coffee on you in most random places.
Note: Writing short oneshots feels so weird after writing long ones. Anyways, I wrote this at 3 in the morning so the writing style is more simple than usual (also I doubt poetic style will go well with comedy). Enjoy! Dividers by bunnytoppop and strangergraphics.
Mingyu has an uncanny talent, and it's not for cooking, photography, nor for making every oversized sweater look like it belonged in a fashion campaign.
No.
His true gift is colliding with you in the most statistically impossible ways.
The first time it occurred was when you stepped outside the café under the glaring sun with your fresh iced latte and your eyes lost in your phone.
And he had stepped out with his Americano.
For a single, fatal second, while you're both glued to your phones, a tsunami of coffee drenched you to the bone.
Crash.
Your latte painted his white hoodie.
His Americano baptized your cream cardigan.
Silence.
Then he blinked.
"... I think we invented mocha."
You laughed despite the absurdity of the situation.
He apologized approximately forty-three times, bought you another drink, and insisted on paying for your dry cleaning.
You assumed you'd never see him again, but fate had other plans as you ran into him again in the bookstore three days later.
You reached for the same novel on the top shelf.
Someone else reached too.
Your fingers brushed against each other with a feathery touch.
You both stretched.
He lost balance.
The stack of books tumbled down like dominoes, and the other person shielded you with his arm.
You looked up.
"Coffee Guy?"
His eyes comically doubled up.
"Cardigan Girl?"
Neither of you had coffee this time.
Progress.
But that progress didn't last long, as only a week later, you stood under the weeping clouds on the crosswalk, opening your umbrella.
Someone sprinted towards you across the street.
"MOVE—"
It was too late.
Mingyu's ankle twisted on the slippery pavement as he lost his balance. Your hand instinctively grabbed him.
Both of you spun dramatically before landing on a nearby bench.
But his iced coffee held some grudge against you as it flew directly towards your white blouse.
"Seriously?" You deadpanned.
"I don't know how physics works anymore!"
By the fourth accident, your coworkers had begun asking if you secretly dated him.
"We don't!"
"You've mentioned him five times this week."
"Because he keeps attacking me with beverages!"
"That's flirting," they teased.
"It's an assault!"
And your laundry basket agreed in tears, because now half of your wardrobe smelled faintly of espresso.
By the seventh accident, you were turning a corner in a mart when a shopping cart rammed into yours.
"I swear this isn't on purpose," he cringed.
You look up to find Mingyu, of course.
His cart is filled with his weapons, which are also known the bags of coffee beans.
"Why do you always have coffee?" You queried.
"I like coffee," he replied, scratching his nape.
"You weaponize coffee."
"I don't mean to," he let a nervous laugh.
"You absolutely do," you refute.
He looked so genuinely distressed that your annoyance melted into laughter.
His shoulders slop down at witnessing your relaxed demeanor.
"There it is," he pointed out with a soft smile adorning his lips.
"What?"
"That laugh."
"… What about it?"
"I was hoping you'd laugh instead of reporting me."
And that intelligent attack succeeds in painting your cheeks red.
The tension between you both began to dissipate after the eighth collision and the eleventh apology for your wet laundry, making you expect to see him more.
The expection wasn't conscious, but it popped up whenever you entered a café, bookstore or a convenience store.
A part of your brain always wondered—
Is he here?
And he usually was, sometimes carrying coffee (unfortunately).
Your patience finally gave out one afternoon, not with a shout but with a sigh.
You stood in front of him after he'd accidentally splashed cold brew across your jeans.
Again.
You sighed toward the heavens.
"I think the universe wants us to fight," you heaved out for the third time, patting your poor, drenched jeans.
Mingyu rubbed the back of his neck, looking like a scolded puppy himself.
"I think the universe hates your laundry."
"My laundry basket has developed trust issues."
"I'll buy you a new one."
"You've already paid for dry cleaning six times."
"Seven," he mumbled under his breath.
"You keep count?"
"I have spreadsheets," he affirmed.
"You have spreadsheets?" You gawked.
He pulled out his phone and opened his very informative sheet, turning it towards you to witness his meticulous work.
There really was a spreadsheet.
Date.
Location.
Type of coffee.
Estimated stain severity.
Laundry reimbursement.
You stared.
"... You're insane."
"A little," he agreed with a lopsided grin.
"You categorized espresso separately," you call out with an arched brow.
"It stains differently," he clarified.
Doubling over with laughter, you clutched a nearby shelf for support.
A smile bloomed on his face as if he'd won the lottery.
"So..." he prompted carefully after a few minutes.
"What?"
"I've been thinking," he continued.
"Dangerous," you squinted your eyes playfully.
"Should I just... pay your monthly laundry bill?"
You crossed your arms.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I have a better idea."
His eyebrows lifted.
"If you're going to keep ruining my clothes..." you dragged on deliberately.
"..."
"... you owe me one date," you highlight your term of bargain with remarkable sangfroid, although your heart threatens to hammer your ribcage.
He froze completely.
The supermarket music continued to flow in the background while his brain visibly rebooted.
"... A date?"
"Yes."
"With you?" He inquired again, still not believing his ears.
"No, with the cashier," you deadpanned.
"Very funny."
"Oh, please, I'm hilarious," you sassed.
His ears turned pink.
"Is this pity?" He asked again for his thrumming heart.
"No," you demurred.
"Revenge?"
"Maybe a little," you admitted, flashing a grin.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I'll take revenge," he squared his shoulders with such confidence that it made you burst into laughter all over again.
The following Saturday rolled in with him arriving fifteen minutes early.
Of course he had arrived early; he had spent thirty minutes prior changing shirts more than models do for a high-end runway.
He'd double-checked weather forecasts and researched cafés with lids designed to prevent spills. And he didn't forget to stuff his bag with protective measures such as packed tissues, napkins, wet wipes, a spare shirt, and a stain remover pen.
And—
He didn't walk in chugging down coffee—not a single cup.
When you arrived, you immediately noticed the rare sight.
"You're empty-handed," you pointed out as you sat down.
"I quit coffee," he declared.
"You what?" You gaped.
"For today," he added.
"I don't believe you," you laughed and shook your head.
He pulled down the zipper of his bag slowly for extra dramatic effect and showed you his safety items.
Inside sat bottled water and a bundle of sanitary items, with no instant coffee packets in sight as he had proclaimed.
You chortle at the ridiculous amount of cleaning stuff.
"I refuse to become a public safety hazard," he announced with rosy cheeks.
The date followed wonderfully by visiting an art museum, browsing vintage shops and sharing ridiculous sunglasses.
Even arguing over whether dinosaurs would enjoy bubble tea.
"You can't prove they wouldn't," you refute.
"They're extinct," he objected.
"Exactly. No evidence," you concluded, slamming the table.
In the four straight hours... nothing spilled.
You actually began believing the curse had broken until the server approached during lunch.
"What would you like to drink?" The server asked.
"Water," Mingyu answered without a thought.
You stared.
"You're traumatized," you opined, trying not to laugh.
"A little," he admitted as he rubbed his nape.
You ordered lemonade—a harmless choice.
The server arrived back after a few minutes, placing water in front of Mingyu and your glass before you.
Mingyu let out a sigh of relief. "We made it," he cheered.
The restaurant door suddenly swung open by a mischievous child, who ran in laughing with a blaring red balloon in his hand.
The balloon's string got wrapped around another server's wrist, who also had a glass of lemonade on his tray.
The tray tilted and everything rolled in slow motion in Mingyu's eyes.
"No!" he whispered and shook his head.
The lemonade performed an elegant aerial flip before landing—
Directly onto his own white shirt.
Silence.
You stared.
He stared.
The server began apologizing profusely.
Mingyu looked down at himself.
Then at you.
"I think karma finally found me," Mingyu commented, looking dejected.
You burst into uncontrollable laughter with actual tears.
You laughed so hard that nearby diners smiled.
He watched you for a second before letting a laugh escape of his own.
"You know," he paused.
"What?"
"I think this is the first time you've laughed because coffee didn't hit you," he stated the fact as he flashed a grin.
"Lemonade counts," you grumbled.
"I'll update the spreadsheet."
"You still have it?" You snickered, taking a sip of your own lemonade.
"It has sentimental value now," he smiled, dabbing his shirt with a fistful of tissues.
After lunch, you two wandered through a nearby park as the golden afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees.
The air felt lighter and comfortable as you two synced in footsteps.
"So..." you prompted.
"Mm?"
"Can I ask something?"
"Anything."
"Why did you keep trying so hard?"
He blinked.
"Trying?"
"You apologized every single time."
"Because I kept ruining your day."
"You didn't know me."
"I wanted to."
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
His eyes widened.
"... Well."
"... Well?"
"I guess I accidentally confessed."
You smiled.
"You kind of did."
"Should I pretend I didn't?"
"You could."
"I don't want to."
He scratched his neck nervously.
"I know meeting someone through repeated beverage crimes isn't exactly romantic."
"It is memorable."
"I genuinely started hoping I'd run into you."
"You manifested it."
"I might've visited that café more often."
"I knew it."
"... Maybe the bookstore too."
"I knew it."
"I didn't bump into you on purpose!"
"I believe... eighty percent of that sentence."
After a brief chuckle, his expression turned earnest, his eyes locking onto yours with a more serious mien.
"I really like you," he confessed with his heart running a mile.
You tilted your head.
"I know."
"... You do?" He gaped.
"You made a spreadsheet," you pointed out.
"Fair."
"And you gave up coffee."
"That one hurt."
"It was very brave."
"So..."
"So… would you maybe want a second date?"
You pretended to think. "Hmm," you drawled, making him wait and hold his breath.
"I suppose," you grinned and shrugged.
His grin arrived slowly before exploding across his face.
"Really?!" he asked with pure glee sparkling on his face.
"On one condition," you pointed out.
"Anything," he concurred.
"You are permanently banned from carrying coffee."
He placed a hand dramatically over his heart. " I solemnly swear."
"Good," you grinned.
"Although..."
"What?"
"If I accidentally spill tea—"
"Mingyu!"
"I'll run," he mirrored your grin from earlier.
"You should," you warned, making him laugh as you lightly nudged his shoulder.
This time, neither of you stumbled nor spilled anything. Instead, your fingers brushed together naturally and then intertwined.
Your laundry basket, for the first time in months, finally got a well-deserved break.
Mingyu's spreadsheet, however, received one final update.
Accident #12: No beverages spilled.
Unexpected outcome: Got the date anyway. ❤️
Everyone knows Seungcheol flirts his way through life. You’ve brushed him off so many times it's practically routine. He never pushes, so you've always taken it as harmless fun -- until something shifts, and you realise he's not as simple as you've convinced yourself he is.
⇢ pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader
⇢ genre: fluff, angst, idiots to lovers
⇢ wc: approx. 10k
⇢ warnings: daycare worker reader, firefighter!cheol, alcohol consumption, mentions of fire, miscommunication, reader is a little mean 😭
⇢ a/n: this is well WELL overdue because of. many reasons. so thank you so so soo much to the hosts of this collab for being so kind and understanding w extensions. it’s been a loooong time since ive been able to write but im so glad this is finally going out into the world 💗
⇢ as part of the carat’s ridge collab hosted by @imnotshua @starlightkyeom @100vern
YOU’VE WORKED AT Little Pines for just under three years now, long enough that you don't flinch anymore when a four-year-old screams directly into your ear for reasons that will never be explained to you, long enough that you've got a favourite chair in the break room and a mug that says WORLD'S OKAYEST TEACHER that your coworker Jiwon got you as a joke two Christmases ago and that you now use every single day out of spite.
“You're doing the thing again,” Jiwon says, not looking up from where she's cutting a stack of construction paper into slightly uneven ovals that will eventually become, God willing, eggs.
“What thing?”
“You've been staring at the door since 7:40. It's currently 8:05. Taehyun's mom's going to walk through it any minute now and you're going to jump like she caught you doing something illegal.”
“I wasn't staring at the door.” You absolutely were staring at the door.
“Okay.“ Jiwon holds up an oval that's more of a rhombus. “Do these look like chicken eggs to you?”
“They look like abstract art.”
She sticks her tongue out at you. “Okay, well, they're chicken eggs.”
Across the room, Soyeon — who technically works the front desk and has no real business in the classroom during the day, but wanders in anyway whenever she's got a free ten minutes — is refereeing a dispute over a single yellow crayon that has somehow become the most coveted object in the building. Two kids stand on either side of her, red-faced and furious, both absolutely certain of their claim.
“I had it first.”
“I had it first first.”
“There's no such thing as first first,” Soyeon says, with the weary patience of someone who's negotiated with cranky four year olds before breakfast and will again after lunch. “There are, however, eleven other yellow crayons in that bin. I checked.”
Neither kid finds this persuasive. You've learned, over three years, that most classroom diplomacy comes down to waiting people out rather than winning any actual argument, and sure enough, within ninety seconds both of them have abandoned the crayon entirely in favor of a much more interesting pile of dolls in the corner. Soyeon catches your eye over their heads and mouths good luck, and you give her a thumbs up you don't entirely feel yet as she disappears back to the office.
The door opens. It's Taehyun's mother, harried and talking rapidly about a meeting she's clearly already late for, depositing her son and his bag and a granola bar all in one motion before disappearing again in a cloud of strong perfume. Taehyun toddles toward the block corner without acknowledging either of you, which is, frankly, the daycare equivalent of a warm greeting.
You've got four kids in by 8:15, seven by 8:30, and by nine the whole room has that low hum of chaos that means the day's properly begun — someone building a tower, someone destroying a tower, someone crying about the tower's destruction with a passion. Chaewon, three going on forty, sits very seriously at the reading corner turning the pages of a picture book upside down and narrating it with complete confidence.
“That's not what it says,” you tell her, crouching down.
“I know,“ Chaewon says. “I made it better.”
You don't have a response to that, so you let her keep going.
By ten you've got the whole room moving through the usual currents — circle time, then centres, then the slow inevitable descent into midday crankiness over minor grievances that means it's almost snack time. You hand out orange slices and listen to a passionate, incoherent argument between two five-year-olds about whether dogs could, in principle, become doctors, a debate that resolves itself only when someone knocks over the entire bin of blocks and both parties get called away to help clean it up, already having forgotten what they were arguing about in the first place.
This is the shape of your days, mostly. Small disasters, smaller triumphs, a lot of glitter you'll find in your hair for a week afterward. You do like it — the specific way you like something you didn't expect to love. You'd taken the job out of necessity two summers after a psychology degree that hadn't led anywhere near where you'd planned it would; you'd pictured a clinic, or a research post, or at the very least something with your name on a door, not a room full of glue sticks and orange peels. But somewhere in the middle of your first year you'd looked up from tying somebody's shoe and realised you weren't counting down to anything anymore. You like the kids, you like listening to their absolutely nonsensical debates, and okay, maybe the tantrums aren’t exactly a plus, but when they hand you a badly coloured apple or give the sweetest compliments about your outfit on any given day, your whole heart melts. You think about it sometimes — grad school, or moving away, but never with any real intensity. It could happen, someday, but for now, you’re happy exactly where you are.
Sunday dinner at your mom's is a fixed institution, always at the same table, same mismatched chairs, same argument, most weeks, about whether the good tablecloth is really necessary for a meal that will inevitably involve your younger sister spilling something on it. Agreeing to dinner once a week was one of your mother’s few stipulations when you decided to move out. And now Yuna's twenty-two and home for the summer between the end of her graphic design degree in another city and the beginning of whatever comes next, and she's currently interrogating you about your love life with the particular shamelessness only a younger sibling can manage.
“So nothing's happening with anyone,” she says, not a question.
You roll your eyes. “Correct.”
“Nothing at all. Zero activity.”
“I have a very rich inner life, Yuna, it doesn't all have to be romantic. Hobbies. Friends.”
“I didn't ask about your inner life, I asked if you're seeing anyone.“ Yuna reaches across the table for the rice without asking, which your mother allows only from her, a fact that has been a point of argument for roughly twenty years. “You have like, two friends anyway.”
Unfortunately, your younger sister is entirely correct.
“I saw that lovely Choi boy last week, actually,” your mom says, entirely too casual about it, spooning more food onto your plate — which is her way of forcing you to stay in your seat. “He asked how you were doing. Very polite about it. He's always been polite, hasn’t he?”
You scoff. “He's flirting with the whole town, Mom, that's just what he does.”
“Mm,“ your mother says, which is not agreement, and also not disagreement, and is in fact the single most infuriating sound a mother can make. “He's been doing it a long time, though, hasn't he? Since you two were teenagers.”
“He asked her to proooom,” Yuna chips in, sing-song, and you promptly kick her under the table. “Ow! Mom!”
“That doesn't mean anything,” you say, over Yuna’s complaint.
“I didn't say it meant anything.” Your mother says it lightly, the way she says most things she actually means incredibly pointedly, a skill you're fairly sure you inherited directly from her and have spent years turning against her at this exact table. “I just think it's interesting that a man can ask about a woman for ten years and it doesn't mean anything, and a woman can turn him down for ten years and that doesn't mean anything either. Sounds like a lot of nothing happening for a very long time.”
“Can we talk about literally anything else,” you groan, rubbing a hand over your eyes. “In fact! We can talk about how Yuna still hasn't found a job,” you offer, and Yuna kicks you back under the table hard enough that you yelp, and your mother laughs, and the conversation moves on, mercifully, to safer ground — Yuna's job search, the neighbour's renovation, whether it's finally time to replace the good tablecloth — but you catch your mom looking at you once more over the course of the meal with an expression you don't examine too closely.
Here's the truth of it, if you're being honest, which you try not to be too often on this particular subject: Seungcheol's been flirting with you since roughly the ninth grade, in the low-grade, no-stakes way he’s never grown out of. But he also flirts with the guy at the post office. He flirts with Ms. Oh, who's sixty-one and unmarried and thinks he's a delight. He flirts with the bartender at the one good bar in town, who's engaged and finds it hilarious. It's not a thing you take personally, mostly, because it so clearly isn't personal — it's just the way it is with him, constant.
Except it's always felt a little more personal directed at you, and you've spent a lot of energy over the years making sure it never gets anywhere near landing.
You remember the prom thing specifically, with a clarity that time hasn't done much to soften — him leaning against your locker two weeks before, hands in his pockets, asking with a shrug that was trying so hard to look like it didn't matter, and you turning him down before he'd even finished the sentence, because Kim Daeun had told you the week before that he'd asked three other girls the exact same way, and you weren't about to be a fourth. You'd found out later that wasn't true, that you'd actually been the only one he'd asked, but by then the pattern was already set, the reflex already built, and reflexes, you've learned, are a lot harder to unlearn than they are to learn in the first place. He hadn't argued, hadn't sulked, had just said “your loss” and grinned and gone off to ask someone else's opinion on which tie to wear instead, and you remember watching him walk away and feeling, underneath the relief, something that took you another decade to correctly identify as disappointment.
There was something else, too, that came later, and you think about it more than you'd like to admit, because by then you weren't the same girl who'd turned him down at a locker. You were two years into a psychology degree, home for a fortnight over the winter break, feeling like a slightly different person in your own hometown, the way you always did those first few days back, still half in seminar-mode, still analysing everything, including, apparently, yourself. You'd been walking back from your mum's when the sky opened properly, no warning, the kind of rain that soaks through in under a minute, and a car had pulled up alongside you with its window already rolling down before you'd even registered whose it was. Seungcheol in his brother's beat-up sedan, hair already damp from getting out to jog around and open the passenger door for you before you could say anything.
“Get in,” he'd said, entirely reasonable, entirely obvious, and you'd stood there on the curb, drenched, freezing, genuinely unable to think of a single sensible reason to say no, and said no anyway. You'd told him you didn't mind the walk, which was a lie so transparent you'd half expected him to call it, and he hadn't, had just looked at you for a second too long, rain running down from his long fringe onto his cheeks, before he'd said, “Alright,” and driven off slowly.
You'd spent the rest of that walk soaked through and furious with yourself in a way you didn't have language for yet, turning it over with the same detached, clinical curiosity you were being trained to turn on everything else that year — why did you say no, what did you think accepting would cost you — and never quite landing on an answer you liked. You remember thinking, absurdly, that you'd learned more about avoidant attachment that semester than you'd ever wanted to know, and that none of it had stopped you doing exactly what the textbook said you would.
You remember the coffee, more recently, and the movie, and the wedding — Soonyoung's cousin's wedding, the one he'd asked you to as a plus-one with an actual paper invitation he'd apparently gone to the trouble of getting an extra copy of, which you'd found both sweet and alarming in equal measure and you had turned down within about four seconds of seeing it, before you could think too hard about why your hands had gone a little unsteady holding it.
You expect it now. Seungcheol borderline flirts every time he sees you; occasionally he pushes his luck and asks you out, with enough time in between that you can’t call him insistent.
Each time, you refuse it with the specific lightness of someone slamming a door gently enough that it doesn't look like she's slamming it. And each time he's taken it exactly the way he takes everything — with a grin, a shrug, a “your loss” tossed over his shoulder as he walks away completely unbothered, already on to the next joke, the next call, the next whatever.
So you do the same — you don't examine it. You put it in the same drawer where you keep most things you don't want to look at directly, close it, and go back to your life.
The same week you have that pointed dinner with your mom, you see him at the grocery store — or rather, he sees you. It's a Wednesday, nothing special about it, and you're standing in the cereal aisle trying to decide whether you actually need a box of the good granola or whether that's just a symptom of grocery shopping hungry, when a voice behind you says, “You're gonna want the other kind.”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, not even bothering to turn around. “I didn’t ask you, Seungcheol.”
“You didn't have to. You've been standing there for a full minute looking at that box.” Seungcheol's got a basket hooked over one arm, and the basket, when you glance at it, contains a box of protein bars, a carton of orange juice (with pulp, which, ew), and a single lime, which tells you absolutely nothing about what he's planning to cook tonight. “The one with the honey clusters. Trust me.”
“I don't take grocery advice from a man whose entire cart is a lime and protein bars.”
“It's a basket, not a cart, and I resent the implication that I don’t know how to grocery shop.” He leans against the shelf, unbothered, like he's got nowhere else to be — which, this being a Wednesday evening and him apparently off shift, he probably doesn't. “You still owe me an answer on Seokmin’s barbecue thing, by the way.”
“That was two years ago, Seungcheol.”
“I have a long memory.”
“You have a selective memory. You don't remember owing Soonyoung forty dollars, but you remember a barbecue invitation from two summers ago.”
“Different category of memory. One's debt. The other's an open wound.” He says it with a hand pressed dramatically to his chest, grinning, and you roll your eyes and put the honey clusters in your cart anyway, which he looks entirely too pleased about.
“Don't,” you say.
“Didn't say anything.”
“You were about to.”
“I was going to say I'm always right about cereal, but sure, put words in my mouth.“ He falls into step beside you as you push toward the dairy section, not because he needs anything there, you're fairly sure, but because this is also just how it goes, has gone, for as long as you can remember: running into each other in the produce aisle or outside the post office or at the one gas station, falling into the same easy rhythm you've had since you were teenagers — like the conversation never really stops, just pauses between sightings. “How's the daycare? Still winning?”
“Every day's a battle, but yes.”
“You could come to Seokmin’s barbecue this year. Renewing my invitation.”
“I'll think about it,” you say, which is what you always say, and he laughs like he already knows what that means, because he does, because you've been having some version of this exact exchange for the better part of a decade — him asking, lightly, for something, you deflecting, lightly, in return. Neither of you ever quite landing anywhere, both of you apparently fine with that. You part ways at the register, him with his lime and his orange juice and his protein bars, you with a cart full of things that will mostly go uneaten, and you don't think about it again until you're halfway through unpacking your groceries at home and realise you're smiling for no reason you can name.
It isn't all banter, though, and it would be doing the whole thing a disservice to pretend it is. There's a version of you two that has nothing to do with the game at all, that surfaces every so often, and you think about one particular evening more than you'd probably admit to anyone, including yourself.
You'd run into him at the diner on the edge of town, the one that's open too late and serves coffee that's either too strong or too watery. He'd been alone in a booth looking like a man who'd had a longer day than usual, sleeves shoved up, staring at a mug he wasn't drinking from. You'd almost kept walking.
“You look like you got hit by that truck of yours,”you'd said, sliding into the booth across from him without being invited, and his look of surprise when he saw you mirrored exactly how you’d felt at your own actions.
“Feels about right.” He hadn't tried to make a joke of it, which was how you knew it was serious. Seungcheol without a joke ready was rare. “There was a house fire. We got everyone out,” he adds quickly, “It’s just — the house. It’s fucked up. Like, it was a couple and their kids, and their dog, and they were — you know. Gutted. Crying and shit. The kids, especially.”
You hadn't said anything clever, because there wasn't anything clever to say, and you'd known enough not to try, from years of watching adults fumble around children in crisis and from a psychology degree that had, in fact, occasionally been useful.
“You did everything you could,” you'd said eventually, quiet, as he rubbed his hands over his eyes. “I know that's going to sound like nothing to you right now, but it’s true.”
He'd looked up at you properly then, something unguarded in his face that had nothing to do with flirting, nothing to do with the bit — just a kind of tired gratitude that made you want to reach across the table and grab his hand. “They teach you that in your psych degree or what?” he'd asked, attempting for a smile.
You mirror the smile, with a small shrug of your own. “Turns out it's good for something besides making me insufferable at dinner parties.”
That had got a real laugh out of him, short and surprised, and the two of you had sat there for another hour talking about nothing that mattered and everything that did — his brother, your sister,the particular dread of watching a four-year-old take a deep breath right before they’re about to scream the place down. He'd asked you, at one point, about college and your degree — he’d never been to college, of course, and he’d listened to the whole thing like it was the most interesting thing anyone had said to him all week.
You remember thinking, driving home that night, that you liked him best like this, unshowy, unarmoured, asking real questions and actually waiting for the answers — and you remember being immediately furious with yourself for thinking it, and filing the whole evening away in the same drawer as everything else.
Minji's been your friend since third grade, and she's the one person you still talk to who's known you both — you and Seungcheol — long enough to have a real opinion on the whole situation, which she airs freely and often. Today it's as she’s doing her nails, a shade of red she's had you hold the bottle for while she does the other hand, sitting cross-legged on her grandmother's back porch with two iced coffees sweating rings onto the railing between you.
“I saw Seungcheol at the gas station Tuesday,” Minji says without preamble, not looking up from her hand. “He asked if I'd talked to you lately. Very smooth about it. Very casual.“
“He's like that with—”
“If you say 'he's like that with everyone' I'm going to put this nail polish in your hair.“ She caps the bottle, finally looks at you, and there's none of your mother's careful lightness in it, just Minji's usual bluntness, worn soft by nearly twenty years of friendship. “I've watched this specific bit for ten years. I watched it in high school, I watched it through your entire early twenties,and at some point, as your best friend, I have to ask: what exactly are you so afraid of?”
You don’t answer straight away, dropping your gaze to the coffee. You take a sip, fiddle with the straw between your teeth before you sigh, tilt your head back towards the clouds. “He’s not serious. It’s like a game to him.”
“Did someone tell you that or are you just making up your own conclusions?” She arches a perfectly shaped brow. “It’s been years, ___.”
“Yeah, years of playful flirting. There’s literally nothing serious behind it — I turn him down and he laughs, Minji. It’s a joke. We both know it’s a joke.”
“Do you? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like he’s been stuck on you since high school, and you’re too scared of yourself to even give him a chance.”
She always knows how to hit where it hurts, exactly when you need to be hit. Your mouth opens for a second, and then closes as you flounder for something to say. “He’s not stuck on me,” you say finally. “Seriously. We’ve both dated other people, in high school and after.”
“Don’t be purposefully obtuse, you know what I mean. He likes you.”
“Well, he’s never actually said that!”
“Purposefully. Obtuse.” She pokes your forehead after each word. “What are you protecting yourself from here?”
You close your mouth, silenced and sulking about it.
“Because it's not him,” she continues. “He'd catch you. He's been standing there with his arms out for a decade.”
“It's not that simple.”
“It's exactly that simple, you've just made it complicated on purpose because complicated is easier to dismiss than simple.“ She blows on her nails. “He likes you. You like him. It’s the simplest fucking thing ever.”
You don’t say anything, just scowl and sip your coffee. Your best friend is harsh on the best of days, and usually you like it — today, she’s said everything you don’t want to hear.
“Anyway. How's Chaewon? Is she still doing her pirate princess story?”
“She's added a supervillain.”
“Of course she has.” Minji grins, and the conversation slides, mercifully, sideways — into Minji's own things, a promotion she's up for, a guy she's seeing who she's not sure about — and you're grateful for it, for the reminder that your life has edges that don't touch Seungcheol at all, whole rooms of it that are just yours, just Minji's, just the ordinary unremarkable texture of having a friend since you were eight years old. But underneath the rest of the afternoon, everything Minji said keeps surfacing, quiet and insistently plaguing your thoughts.
It's a Tuesday, unremarkable in every way, when Ms. Oh — who owns and runs Little Pines — gathers the staff in the break room after the kids have gone home to go over the calendar for the next month.
“Also,“ she says, near the end, flipping a laminated sheet, “Fire Safety Day's the fourteenth. The station's sending a few of the firemen out to do the usual — stop, drop, roll, let the kids sit in the truck, the whole bit.”
“Cute,“ Soyeon says, refilling her coffee. “The kids’ll love it.”
“Who's coming?” Jiwon asks, because Jiwon asks things you'd rather she didn't, and you’re pretty sure she has a crush on one of Seungcheol’s coworkers, Wonwoo.
“Didn't say. Whoever's on rotation, I'd assume.” Ms. Oh moves on to the field trip permission slips, and you let out a breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, and tell yourself, very firmly, that it doesn't matter who's coming. It's a fire station. There are, by your count, eleven firefighters in this town. The odds are fine. The odds are completely fine.
You avoid thinking about Choi Seungcheol for the rest of the day. Which is to say, you think about him constantly for the rest of the day.
The morning of the fourteenth arrives, and the kids are beyond excited. They’ve talking about it for a week — Chaewon's drawn what she insists is a fire truck and what everyone else agrees looks more like a very angry snail, and Taehyun's informed you three separate times, with the grave authority of a man delivering breaking news, that firemen have “actual axes.” You've got the kids lined up in the yard by ten, sunscreen reapplied, hats on, when the truck rolls up the gravel drive with the low satisfying rumble that makes every single child under the age of six lose their entire mind at once.
You see him before the truck's even fully stopped. Of course you do. He's hanging half out of the passenger side before it brakes, waving at the kids (who are adorably excited), and something in your chest does the thing it always does — a small, private, entirely inconvenient drop, like missing a stair in the dark.
Choi Seungcheol climbs down in his full gear, helmet under one arm, and crouches immediately to be at eye level with a cluster of four- and five-year-olds who are looking at him like he's personally invented fire trucks. “Who wants to sit in the driver's seat?” he sings, and the resulting scream from twelve small children could probably be heard three towns over.
He's good at this. You'll give him that, freely, the way you give him most things freely except the one thing he actually asks for. He crouches and jokes and lets Chaewon try on his helmet, which swallows her entire head, and gets down on the ground to show a rapt little semicircle of children how the hose attaches, and doesn't once break character even when Taehyun asks him, with total sincerity, whether he's ever fought a dragon. (“Couple times,” Seungcheol says. “Rough guys, dragons. Mostly it's the smoke.”)
The other two firefighters who've come with him, an older woman named Yerin and Soonyoung, who you’d also gone to high school with, do their parts fine, competent and pleasant and funny, but the kids gravitate to Seungcheol easily and instinctively.
You've managed, for a solid twenty minutes, to stay on the opposite side of the gaggle of kids, ostensibly ensuring Beomgyu keeps his hat on. It doesn't last. Around the time the kids are being herded toward the truck to take turns sitting behind the wheel, he peels off from the group and ambles over, helmet tucked under his arm, looking entirely too good for someone who's just spent twenty minutes being climbed on by preschoolers.
“You've got glitter on your face,” he says, by way of hello.
“I always have glitter on my face. It's basically work uniform at this point.”
“It's a good look on you.” He says it easily, the same way he says everything, but his eyes do a quick pass over you before landing back on your face with that brief dimpled smile, and you hate — hate — the small flicker of warmth that swells in your stomach.
“You didn't have to come,” you say, which isn't true, since he clearly did have to come, it's his job, but it's the fastest thing you can think to say that isn't I hoped you wouldn't and also knew you would.
“Somebody's gotta protect this town's youth from the dangers of unattended candles,“ he says solemnly. “It's a calling.“
“Right. Noble.” You pause. “They’re four, by the way.”
“Extremely noble. You should be nicer to me. I'm basically a public servant.”
“I'm always nice to you.”
“You're the meanest person I know,“ he says, delighted, “and I mean that as a compliment to your commitment.”
“Anyway,” he says, looking over to the truck. “The kids are gonna want to come to the station. We usually do that — let them see where the trucks live and everything. I can set it up with your boss if that's alright with you.”
“Sure,” you say, half-listening, half-watching the kids. You’re pretty sure Beomgyu and Yeonjun are going to trip, chasing each other like that. “Whatever's easiest.”
“You'll come too, right? Chaperone duty?”
“That's generally how field trips work, yes.”
“Good.” He says it satisfied, like it matters, and for just a second something honest surfaces under the joking — you catch it before he tucks it away again, the way you sometimes do, a flash of something steadier than the bit usually allows.
And then, before you can examine that, Chaewon comes sprinting over demanding to know if the truck can go faster than a police car, and he's gone again, crouched down explaining horsepower to a three-year-old with the same total sincerity he used on the dragon question, and you stand there for a second longer than you mean to, watching him, before you make yourself go help Yerin with the hose demonstration instead.
By the time the truck pulls away an hour later, every single kid in the yard is talking about the fire station visit like it's the moon landing. You've got a feeling you won't hear the end of it for a while.
You don't hear the end of it for a while.
For the better part of two weeks, the fire station visit's the single principle of every conversation the four-year-olds have. Taehyun draws the truck again, several times, with increasing and alarming detail about the axes. Chaewon stages an elaborate reenactment during free play in which she plays “the fireman” and assigns you the role of “the person who has to be saved,” which you accept with as much dignity as you can muster while lying on the carpet pretending to be unconscious as a group of kids tug at your legs. Jiwon, of course, finds the whole thing extremely funny.
The days have a way of absorbing whatever's going on with you and continuing regardless, which is, most of the time, a mercy. Circle time happens. Snack time happens. A minor crisis occurs when it's discovered that the class hamster, Mr. Biscuit, has gotten loose sometime overnight, and he's eventually located, after forty tense minutes and one very dramatic search party. Chaewon had refused to take part in said search party, and had instead spent the entire time in the reading corner, insisting Mr. Biscuit would “come back when he was ready,” which, infuriatingly, turns out to be correct.
You also go back to your evenings, which have nothing to do with any of it — a phone call with Yuna where she vents about her job search, an afternoon spent helping Minji repaint her spare room, a Sunday at your mom's where the subject of Seungcheol does not come up even once, a small mercy you're grateful for and slightly suspicious of. Life, in other words, keeps being a whole life, most of which has nothing to do with him at all, which is the thing you keep having to remind yourself of whenever it starts to feel otherwise.
Friday nights, when you're not too wrecked from the week, you go to the bar with Minji and Jimin and a few other friends, because it's the only bar in town worth it. It's not a big fancy place, with its low light, jukebox, and pool table with a wobble in one of the left legs, but it’s the only place to go, really, unless you want to make the drive into the city.
Minji drags you along after a week of promotion nerves and you go willingly enough. The place is familiar enough to be comfortable even after the tiring week you’ve had, but you’re not really looking to drink too much tonight.
You've had a few sips of a cocktail by the time the door opens and a loud group of off-duty firefighters spills in, mid-laugh, and naturally, Seungcheol's in the middle of it. He’s saying something that's got Soonyoung doubled over, and you feel the familiar lurch of oh, here we go before you've even fully processed that he's clocked you across the room.
“Oh, this'll be good,” Minji murmurs into her drink, and you kick her under the table, which only makes her grin wider.
You run into him often, at this bar, so seeing him isn’t really a surprise in itself. He grins at you as he and his friends make their way first to the pool table, and you return the gesture with an awkward nod, and somehow almost drop your drink in the process.
It’s maybe forty five minutes later that he actually comes over to you. He always does, at least once when you run into each other like this, always comes to say hi, which usually leads into some kind of line.
He waves Dohyun, the bartender, over and orders a whiskey on the rocks, and for a while you just talk, as the ice in his drink melts. Easy, unimportant things, the kind of conversation that happens naturally between two people who've known each other long enough that silence isn't awkward, just comfortable. He tells you about a call they had that week, a cat stuck in a drainpipe that took forty-five minutes and drew a crowd. You tell him about Chaewon's ongoing crusade against the concept of naptime, which makes him laugh so hard he has to put his drink down, not that he’s drank much of it. Somewhere in there Minji peels off to go play pool with Jiwon and Soonyoung, throwing you one loaded look over her shoulder on the way that you very deliberately ignore.
Somehow, the two of you have drifted from the bar itself to a booth in the back corner, and Jiwon's gone home with a wave you barely registered, and Minji's deep in a game of pool she's losing badly and loudly to Soonyoung, and you're sitting closer to him than you were an hour ago without being able to say exactly when that happened. He's telling you something about his brother’s wedding, some story about a groomsman and a dropped ring you're only half following because you've gotten distracted by the way he laughs at his own joke before he even finishes it, the way his hand's landed, at some point, loosely on the back of the booth behind your shoulders, close enough that you can feel the warmth of it without him actually touching you.
“You're not listening,” he says, not offended, just observing.
“I'm listening.”
“What'd I just say?”
“Something about a ring.“
“Close enough.“ He's looking at you in a way that feels different from the usual — like he's forgotten, for a second, to be charming about it. “You've got that look.“
“What look?”
“You’re totally zoning out. That look.”
You snort, aiming for humour. “I'm always zoning out around you.“
“I know,” he says, and there's something in his voice, something almost fond and almost sad at once, so much that it makes your levity fall flat and for a moment neither of you says anything at all. Then he smiles, “You always zone out anyway, though. I remember from school.”
“Please.”
“It’s true! I remember it happening in history class and Miss Lee had to snap her fingers in front of your face!”
Heat crawls up your face. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you remember that! That was in my first week, too, I nearly cried.”
“I remember,” he smiles. “Everyone was talking about the new girl who just moved to town and that was the first time I saw you.”
It's strange, the way ten years can gather themselves into a single quiet second like that — all of it sitting there in the space between his face and yours, close enough now that you can count his eyelashes if you wanted to, which you don't let yourself do, except you do anyway. You think, distantly, of Minji on the porch — he's been standing there with his arms out for a decade — and your mother at the dinner table — sounds like a lot of nothing happening for a very long time — and something in you that's held itself very carefully closed for a very long time simply, without your permission, stops holding.
He leans in, slow enough that you have every opportunity to move. You don't take it.
The kiss, when it happens, isn't clumsy at all, not at first — it's slow, almost unbearably so, like he's been waiting so long for it he's decided to actually take his time now that he's got it, one hand coming up to your jaw so lightly it's almost a question, and you answer it by leaning further in, by letting your hand find the front of his shirt and hold on, and you kiss him back like you mean it, because you do. Then his other hand finds your waist and yours finds the back of his neck and the two of you shift closer in the booth and it turns into something hungrier, less careful.
Somewhere in the bar, distantly, you hear Minji whoop, and you don't even have it in you to be embarrassed.
Then your brain catches up with the rest of you, the way it always eventually does, and you pull back, breathing hard like you've run somewhere. Seungcheol looks a little wrecked, the same way you feel, his hair mussed and his lips a little swollen, and you guess you must look something similar.
“I—” you start, and don't finish, because you don't actually know what comes next.
“Hey,” he says, low, steady, not moving away, his thumb still resting at your jaw like he’s catching up to the fact that you're pulling out of it. “It's okay, just — ”
“I shouldn't have — ” You're already reaching for your bag, your keys, anything to hold onto that isn't him. “I think I had too much to drink.“
“You didn’t even finish your cocktail,” he says, and he's not smiling now, which is somehow worse than if he had been. “Can we just — talk for a second? I've been wanting to say something for a while, and I know the timing's not— ”
“Cheol, I’m sorry — I — I really think I should go,” you’re fumbling with your bag and your words at the same time.
“I'm not trying to freak you out.” He says it gently, both hands visible now, like he's talking someone down off a ledge, which, you suppose, isn't entirely inaccurate. And his voice speeds up a little, because you’re still gathering your things and avoiding his gaze and it’s his turn to trip over his words: “I just — I like you. Like, actually. I know it's always been the bit, with us, and that's fine, that's — I get why. But I'm not messing around right now. I want you to know that. Can we just talk for a se—?” And he cuts himself off, because you’re standing up.
It's the most honest he's ever been with you, stripped clean of the performance, and it terrifies you in a way you don't have language for at eleven-thirty on a Friday with your pulse still loud in your ears. “Please,” he says, softly, so softly, and his hand brushes against yours, feather-soft. You make the mistake of looking, and he’s gazing up at you from the booth, his eyes pleading and brown and warm and serious.
“I have work in the morning,“ you say, which is a lie, and you both know it's a lie, it’s a fuckin Saturday, but he lets you have it anyway, some tired resignation moving through his face.
“Okay,” he says quietly. “Okay. Get home safe.”
Minji catches you by the door, pool cue still in hand, all the teasing gone out of her face the second she sees yours. “Hey,” she says, softer than you've heard her all night. “You good?”
“I don't know,” you say honestly, and she doesn't push, just squeezes your arm once and tells you she'll call a cab for both of you, and you let her, grateful, not for the first time, that she's known you long enough to know exactly when not to push.
You don't remember much of the ride home. Your hands are shaking slightly as you find your keys at your own front door, and you don't look back toward the bar even once, and you lie awake for a long time afterward turning the whole thing over and over in your head like a stone you can't put down, unable to decide which part scares you more — that he said it, or that some traitorous, long-buried part of you wanted to say something back.
You don't see him again for eleven days, which you know because you count, which you're furious with yourself for doing.
Life continues in the meantime, because it does that, indifferent to the small personal catastrophes you're nursing. There are snacks to portion out and scraped knees to bandage and an entire day on the letter Q that takes far longer than it has any right to. Chaewon's fireman reenactments continue unabated, blessedly innocent of the fact that you now flinch slightly every time she mentions the word. Jiwon notices you're off but, for once, has the mercy not to push, which you appreciate more than you tell her.
Sunday dinner happens in the middle of the eleven days, and you spend most of it pushing rice around your plate while your mother and Yuna talk around you, until your mother, halfway through clearing the table, pauses behind your chair and rests a hand briefly on your shoulder. Not asking anything, just letting you know she's noticed, which somehow makes it harder to hold together than if she'd asked directly. Minji calls twice and you let both calls go to voicemail, not because you don't want to talk to her but because you know exactly what she'll say, and you're not ready yet to hear it out loud, even though some louder part of you already knows she'd be right.
The field trip to the fire station is scheduled for the Thursday of that second week, and you've spent a genuinely humiliating amount of effort trying to get out of it. You ask Jiwon, with what you hope is believable casualness, if there’s any possible way Ms Oh would let you skip it and take a parent chaperone instead. She looks at you like you've suggested trading a kidney.
“Absolutely not. Do you know Ms Oh? No. You're going.”
You haven't been able to think of a version of the truth small enough to hand her, so you let it drop, and here you are on Thursday morning, herding twelve overexcited kids onto a rented minibus with the specific dread of someone walking toward a conversation she's been dodging for a week and a half.
The station's a squat brick building on the edge of downtown, garage doors up, two trucks gleaming in the shade, and the kids lose their minds the second the bus door opens. You busy yourself with headcounts and hand-holding, buying yourself as much time as you reasonably can before you have to actually look at him.
When you do, it isn't what you expect, and somehow that's worse.
Seungcheol is polite. That's the word for it, the only word, and it lands like a slap precisely because it's so foreign coming from him. He greets the kids with the same warmth as before — you'll give him that, he never once lets it touch them — crouching down, letting them climb the truck, patiently explaining the same things he explained a month ago in the daycare yard.
There's one second, early on, when he glances up and catches your eye across the garage and something almost warm flickers there on instinct, old habit, ten years of muscle memory — before he seems to remember, visibly, and shuts it down, his face resetting into something careful before he looks away again. You watch it happen and wish, immediately, that you hadn't seen it. But mostly, for the rest of the hour, there's none of the usual spark in his eyes when they pass over you, none of the teasing, none of the warmth that's always, always been there even when you were actively trying to shut it down. He nods at you once, says “morning,“ in a tone you've never heard him use on you before and then turns his attention fully to the kids and doesn't look at you again for the better part of an hour.
It should be a relief. Instead, it fucking stings.
Yerin gives the group tour of the trucks. Soonyoung lets three kids at a time try on a real helmet. Seungcheol does his part competently, kindly, and entirely at arm's length from you, and when the visit wraps up and the kids are being herded back toward the bus in a loose, sunscreen-smelling parade, you find yourself hanging back at the garage door while Jiwon does the headcount, because you can't make yourself walk away without saying something, even though you have no idea what the something is.
“Hey,” you say, inadequately.
He's coiling a length of hose that doesn't especially need coiling. “Hey,” he says, not looking up. “Kids have a good time?”
“They loved it. You're good with them.”
“Yeah, well.” He sets the hose down, finally looks at you, and his face is doing the thing it's been doing all morning — pleasant and closed-off.
“Seungcheol—”
“You should get back to the bus,” he says, not unkindly, which somehow makes it land harder than if he'd been sharp about it. “Don't want to lose a kid on my watch.”
It's a joke, technically, the shape of one, but it comes out flat, missing the thing that always makes his jokes land — that easy, unbothered warmth. You realise, standing there in the wide mouth of the garage with the smell of diesel and rubber hose around you, that you've finally managed it.
“Okay,” you say, because you can't think of anything else, and you turn and walk back to the bus, and don't let yourself look back at the garage until you're sure the kids can't see your face. You spend the entire drive back with a thick lump in your throat and something burning behind your eyes.
You don't sleep well that night, or the two after it. Your brain keeps circling back to the same three minutes in a garage no matter what you try to distract it with. You go through the motions of your days competently enough — nobody at Little Pines seems to notice anything beyond your slightly quieter mood, which you blame on being tired — but underneath the surface you're doing the thing you've always been careful never to do where he's concerned: you're actually thinking about it.
You skip Friday at the bar that week, and the one after, telling Jiwon and Soyeon you're just tired, which is half true. Minji shows up at your apartment uninvited the same night with a bag of takeout and an expression that says she's done waiting for you to call her back, and you let her in because you don't have it in you to pretend anymore, not to her.
“Okay,” Minji says, setting the containers out on your coffee table like she's settling in for a long negotiation, which, you suspect, she is. “Talk. All of it. I already know something happened at the bar, I was there for the whoop-worthy part, I just don't know the rest.”
So you tell her. All of it — the kiss, what he said after, the eleven days, the garage, the way his face had gone so carefully closed you almost hadn't recognised him. Minji listens without interrupting, which for Minji is its own kind of remarkable, and when you finally run out of words she doesn't say I told you so, which you'd braced for, and which you almost wish she had, because instead she just looks at you, steady and a little sad on your behalf, and says, “You know what you have to do.”
“I know what I have to do.”
“So why haven't you done it yet.”
“Because I've never actually done this before,” you admit, and it's the truest thing you've said out loud in two weeks. “Turning him down, that I know how to do. That's years of practice. I don't know how to do the other thing.“
“Nobody knows how to do the other thing,” Minji says, not unkindly. “You just do it anyway.”
You think about the ten years of it, after she leaves, sitting alone with the takeout containers cooling on your table — the prom, the rain, the coffee you never got, the wedding you didn't go to as anyone's plus-one, every single time you took the easy warm shape of his affection and handed it back to him like something you couldn't use.
You think about how none of it ever once made him flinch, how you told yourself that meant it didn't matter to him, when really (you can see it now, uncomfortably clearly) it probably meant the opposite. It meant he’d turned the flirting into a joke on purpose, so a no from you never actually cost him anything. But then — keeping it up, over and over, for years, because some idiotic, hopeful part of him had apparently decided you were worth that particular patience.
And you'd spent that same decade telling yourself it was nothing more than a bit, because the alternative — that it wasn't nothing, that it never had been, and that you might actually want it back — was a door you weren't ready to open.
By Sunday you’ve waded into your thoughts deep enough that you can't ignore it anymore. You sit on your kitchen counter with a cup of tea you're not drinking and you make yourself actually look at the thing you've kept in the drawer for ten years, and what you find, when you finally look, isn't complicated at all. It never was. You'd just been very good at making it look that way.
It occurs to you, sitting there with your tea going cold, that obviously, you’ve dated other people since the ninth grade, even been serious with one or two, and none of them ever tied you up in knots the way this has.
It’s not that they mattered less. It’s that none of them were Choi Seungcheol, who’d been the easiest person in your entire year to like, who’d had half the school a little bit in love with him since he was fifteen, and you’d been so sure back then that a boy like that leaning against your locker was a joke because the alternative — that he meant it, about you, specifically — just didn’t make sense.
It had been simpler, safer, to decide it was just Seungcheol being Seungcheol, the same warmth he handed out to the woman at the post office and the bartender at and anyone else unlucky enough to be standing in front of him, and to file yourself in with all of them instead of letting yourself be the one exception.
You call Jiwon, because you've run out of ways to have the conversation only with yourself, and because Minji's already said her piece and you want, this once, a second voice saying the same thing back to you before you trust it.
“Okay,” Jiwon says, once you've gotten through the whole thing, sitting cross-legged on your kitchen floor with your phone on speaker and a second cup of tea gone cold beside you. “So let me get this straight. You've liked him since — what, ninth grade?”
“I didn't say I liked him since ninth grade.”
“You basically said that.”
“I said I'd been turning him down since ninth grade, that's a different thing. I think it started as something silly. I haven’t been, you know, pining around for him for a decade straight, and neither has he.”
You can hear her moving around her own kitchen, a cupboard opening and closing. “Yeah, well. It seems like he’s been waiting for a chance for a decade, though.”
You don’t have anything to say to that. Jiwon continues anyway, so you don’t have a chance. “I genuinely thought you two just had a bit going. A little routine. I didn't realise that it was unresolved feelings the entire time, and I consider myself a fairly perceptive person, so, congratulations, you've out-repressed even me.”
“That's not a compliment.”
“It's not not a compliment.” A pause. “You're going to go find him, right? Not just think about it for another week.”
Your nose scrunches. “I might.”
“Don't. Go tonight. Or tomorrow. Just — don't let this be a thing you circle for another decade, you've circled it long enough.”
You laugh, the first real laugh you've managed in days, and it loosens something in your chest that's been sitting there, tight and small, since the fire station garage. “Tomorrow,” you say. “I'll go tomorrow.”
“Good. And tell me everything after. I mean everything.”
“I'm not going to tell you everything.“
“You're going to tell me everything,” Jiwon says, with total confidence, and hangs up before you can argue, which, you have to admit, is probably the correct read of the situation.
You find him on Tuesday evening, off shift, at the little park two streets from the station where you know — because everyone in a town this size knows everyone's habits eventually, whether they mean to or not — he sometimes goes to shoot free throws alone on the cracked half-court when he's got something on his mind.
Your hands are unsteady the whole drive over, and twice you nearly turn around, and both times you think of Minji on your couch, of your mother's hand on your shoulder, of Jiwon's voice on the phone, and you keep driving.
He sees you before you reach the fence, ball tucked under one arm, and for a second his face does something complicated — surprise, then that same careful, contained politeness from the fire station, sliding down over it like a shade.
“Hey,“ he says. “Everything okay? Kids alright?”
“The kids are fine. I'm not here about the kids.” Your voice sounds horribly strained. If he notices, he doesn’t comment, just waits, bouncing the ball once against the cracked asphalt like he needs something to do with his hands.
“I've been an idiot,“ you say, which isn't how you'd planned to start, but it's true, at least. “For, honestly, a really long time. I don't know how to say the rest of it in a way that doesn't sound like I practised it in my car on the way here, so I'm just going to tell you I practised it in my car on the way here and say it anyway.“
That gets the smallest flicker of something across his face — not quite a smile, but the ghost of one.
“I think I started off thinking you were teasing me, back in school. I thought it was a joke when you asked me to prom. And then after that I just needed you to be joking, because to me it didn’t make sense for you to be serious. And because the alternative meant I had to admit I wanted it too, and I didn't know what to do with that, so I kept handing it back to you instead.”
He sets the ball down against his hip, quiet, still watching you with an expression you can't fully read.
“And at the bar,” you say, “I panicked because I think I realised you meant it, and I realised I did too, and then, I don’t know, I just totally freaked. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t take you seriously and I kept brushing you off and I was mean when you didn’t deserve it, and I’m really, really sorry.”
He's quiet for a moment, turning the ball slowly in his hands, and when he speaks again some of the careful politeness has gone out of his voice, replaced by something rawer, more tired. “I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t mean it. It was just — in high school, yeah, I had a crush on you. And then after, there would be whole stretches where I wouldn’t even think about it. I mean, you went to college and I went to the academy, and — then you’d show up again and, I don’t know. Especially when you moved back.” He pauses — the ball slips out of his hands, and you both watch it bounce to a stop. “You were always worth asking,” he says, finally. “I wanted the chance again, every time, even if you wouldn’t take me seriously.”
“I'm really sorry,” you say, and you mean it.
“Okay,” he says, soft, and something in his shoulders loosens. “Practised in your car,” he repeats, and there — there it is, the corner of his lips turning up, small and a little disbelieving, like he isn't sure yet whether to trust it.
“Don't gloat.”
“I'm not gloating. I'm saving this for later. I'm going to bring it up constantly.”
“There he is,” you say, and your own eyes are stinging in a way you choose to blame on the wind, and he crosses the distance between you, slower than at the bar, giving you every chance to step back, and you don't, and this time when he kisses you, there's nothing careless in it at all.
an: i did not intend for this to be so complicated i rewrote this three times with different plots and editing took way way longer than intended. idk. it’s nearly 4am and i need to sleep.
THERE IS NOTHING SO DANGEROUSLY THRILLING AS WALKING THE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE, ESPECIALLY AT WEDDINGS. YOU AND SEOKMIN ARE ADDICTED TO IT
PAIRING: wedding photographer!seokmin x wedding planner!reader
WC: 3,518
GENRE: non idol | romance
TAGS: rivals if you squint very hard, they are actually kind of in love with each other already, mentions of sex, slight making out, loads of teasing, seokmin is kind of cocky but it's hot i promise
INCOMING ORBIT MESSAGE: welcome to the first fic for the Love Letter Collab, hosted by me and my beloved boba wifey @livmarauder! we're so happy to be doing this after both hitting 200 followers and this is our thank you to our moots who have been supporting us along the way. @aeristudios this cocky dk is for you. i hope you enjoy it <3
Weddings are a place to celebrate love and unity, where people come together for the ones they care about. You are the one in charge of protecting this sentiment. You arrange everything with and for them start to finish and you enjoy watching the smile on their faces as everything is coming together. At the front, it looks like you're just doing your job. As long as the people are having fun, you are having fun as well.
Behind the scenes, there's nobody that makes your blood boil more than the photographer you need to hire. You hate to admit that Seokmin was one of the best to do it and he proves himself to be reliable over and over again. You just can not seem to find a common ground with him unless his lips are trailing your neck.
The game started a couple of weddings ago and you could blame it on the couple of drinks you had. The second and third time, you knew that it wasn't just a stupid mistake as much as it was becoming a habit. It never went further than making out, but it still manages to sweep you off your feet.
It has almost become like a mutual agreement. Every wedding you work together became a secret makeout place, and every time Seokmin's hand travelled a bit more, he kissed you a little deeper and he lingered a bit longer.
You have no doubt that today is going to be any different. Arriving at eight in the morning and spending two hours getting the ceremony hall ready before the rest of the party comes in.
Including the person that makes your blood boil and your heart jump.
"Florals for spring?" Seokmin bobs his head, his lip curved upwards. "Groundbreaking."
You shoot him a glance.
He shrugs. "I mean, I have seen more original things."
"If it was for originality, I would've become an artist instead." You wave your hands. "You should do your job. You know, the one I hired you to do. I think the bride and groom will appreciate it if you do."
"The bride has her first look in ten minutes. I have some time."
"Then I advise you to go somewhere else instead of bothering me. I'm busy."
Before you can walk off, Seokmin has already grabbed your wrist. The look in his eyes is intense as they flick to your lips, dark almost. "I have some time," he repeats himself.
"I don't," you manage and pull your hand back. "I'm in the middle of coordinating so grab yourself a coffee before you get to work or whatever you want to do."
"Always so bossy." Seokmin's lips brushed the shell of your ear. "I like that on you."
You push him lightly, even though the heat pools in your stomach. "Save your energy for bridezilla, Seokmin. You can use all of it."
He smiled and brushed past you, his hand sliding to the small of your back. "Excuse me."
Something inside of you is telling you to slap his hand away. Another thing wants that hand in other places.
You don't pay him much attention as he walks off, but his touch lingers. You feel it sparking a flame that you're not waiting for, and the way it makes your heart jump makes you wonder what you hate more: this feeling or Seokmin himself.
The maid of honour walks into the ceremony hall and lets out a long, deep sigh. When she sees you, her cheeks flush. She excuses herself and lingers for a bit before she walks off.
You are moving the bouquets that they left at the entrance when she joins you, grabbing one vase from you.
When you turn to her, she shoots you a small smile.
"Should I ask?"
She shakes her head with a small smile. "Maybe it's best if you don't."
You put the vase down and turn to her. "Maybe I should. What's going on?"
"The bride's pissing me off," she starts and puts her hands on her hips. "I love her to death, but arranging this wedding really brought out the worst in her. And I know it's her big day…"
"I've had this so many times," you respond. "You're far from the first maid of honour to take a breather from a bridezilla."
She chuckles. "She's a horrible bridezilla and I bet she doesn't even realise it."
You shake your head and arrange the last of the bouquets. "I just hope for you that she'll be a little loose on the afterparty. There are brides who are still hammering on every single detail while they're supposed to have fun."
"Putting you out of your job, huh?" She nudges you with a grin.
"It happens every so often, yeah."
She chuckles and looks at the bouquets. "You're doing a good job, though. I don't know if the bride has gotten a chance to express her gratitude, but otherwise I'll make sure she will."
You place a hand on her shoulder and excuse yourself. Through the big sliding doors, you walk outside and take your buzzing phone out of your pocket.
The groomsmen pull up in the street and you wave at them, pointing at the parking lot next to the venue. In the meantime, you confer with the catering about their delay and you shoot the DJ a final text for tonight.
When the groomsmen greet you, you blow your cheeks. One of slaps your back with a laugh before he heads inside, the groom at the end of the line. He shoots you a weak smile before he disappears into the hallway.
You can tell whether a marriage will succeed or fail based on how the day goes. Rewind that, you just need to look at the faces of the loved ones to see what will happen before the day even starts. It's the way the groomsmen are flocked to the groom, or the way the bridemaids trail around so anxiously that you begin to think they might not even want to be there at all. Or when you look at the bride's mother and you see a frown etched into her face when she thinks nobody is looking.
But you see. You see everything and you know exactly which marriages will last and which won't.
When you step inside, the first thing you see is the maid of honour talking to one of the groomsman. By the way her brows are pushed together and the way they're talking in hushed voices, you know nothing good is coming out of that conversation.
She locks eyes with you, but her face remains stale.
You bob your head and make your way to the ceremony hall. You don't quite catch when the seats start filling up, but you greet the guests anyway. As you glance at the front, the groom isn't there. You put a step forward when you feel a hand on your shoulder.
Seokmin pulls you backward and leans in. "You're not going to like what I'm going to tell you," he whispers. The way his lips brush against the shell of your ear makes your heart jump.
You look over your shoulder and arch your eyebrow.
He motions his head toward the kitchen and you decide to follow him, ignoring the curious glances. You lean against the counter as he slides a cup under the machine. "You're going to need this. I promise you, this will be a first for you as well."
You cross your arms. "Just tell me instead of being so secretive, Seokmin."
Seokmin turns to you and the lack of equipment around his neck makes you swallow. He leans against the counter, his rolled up sleeves putting his lower arms on display. "We have another case of cheating," he starts.
"So? The wedding will be blown off." You shrug. "It's not the first time."
"Just wait for what I'm about to tell you next." He gives you the cup of coffee and reaches for his inner pocket. He holds up a small, iron flask. "Want some of this, too?"
"I'm still working."
"Not for long." He puts it back and leans against the counter again. "Turns out that the bride is seeing her — supposed to become — husband on the side. And her actual boyfriend showed up because the maid of honour and best man found out and apparently, the best man called him."
The coffee shoots into your throat. You start coughing and put the cup down. "Excuse me—"
"If I had a coffee when the maid of honour told me, I would've reacted the same."
When the coughing dies down, you stare at Seokmin. You blink a couple of times before shaking your head. "Wait a second. How did nobody know this?"
"According to the maid of honour, the bride told everybody the relationship was over."
You widen your eyes, to which Seokmin bobs his head.
"No wedding for us today. The groom told me to find you and tell you to blow it off."
You wave your hand and grab your cup. "Put some of that stuff in."
"Are you sure?" Seokmin reaches for his pocket again. "It's quite strong—"
"Perfect. Put it in."
He pours a bit of it into your cup, a pungent smell penetrating your nose. You take a spoon and stir it before downing it in one go. The alcohol and heat burn your throat as you make your way back to the ceremony hall.
It's never easy to tell people the wedding has been blown off. If anything, they look at you weird for not knowing more. Or, well, not disclosing more.
The gasps and breaths pulse through the room before it falls silent. Your eyes glide over the crowd, who are looking at each other for solace. As if they're trying to decide who stands up first and leads the way through all of the awkwardness.
You shoot all of them an apologetic smile as they trail down the path that they came towards. Seokmin joins you, but you part ways from him again and grab your phone. You pass the dressing rooms and you hear loud yelling, but you ignore it.
Even though a part of you is nosy. Very nosy.
You walk outside and call the catering first. They're not happy, but you'll make sure to contact them after today to see what you can do for them. The DJ seems more relieved than burdened by the news and your boss is shocked above all else. She tells you that she'll pick it up with them and that you'll only have to worry about turning the venue back into its usual glory.
When you're back inside, the floor is completely empty. You look around at the employees putting the tables back when you spot Seokmin at the front, talking to one of the owners.
His eyes lock onto you and he smiles, the warmth spreading through your chest. He points at you before he walks over with the owner on his trail.
"I thought I'd help you clean up," he says and squeezes your shoulder before he slips away.
You look over your shoulder as he makes his way back to the employee room.
The owner takes the news better than you expected. He claims that he needed one good look at the bride to know that something was off, but you've heard that many times before. You tell him that he can go home and you will take care of the rest. There's no need for him to stay there and you will deliver the key to him on his way home.
He opts to stay instead, but you insist. He can't do anything against your insisting — over the many times you've been at his venue, you've geared up for his attempts — and eventually, he goes home.
As the room is back to its usual community spot, you tell the employees the same.
It's halfway the afternoon, everyone long gone when you finish cleaning up. You sit at a table with your laptop, documenting everything for your boss, when Seokmin joins you.
He shoves a cup forward with a smile and takes a sip of his own.
You take a sip, the alcohol burning the back of your throat so much it makes you wince. "Jesus, how much did you put in this?"
"Enough to compensate for the wild day we've already had when it's barely 3PM," he tells you. When you stare at him, he shrugs. "I can do nice things for you."
"I'm sure you can." You put the cup and down and finish your email. "This is not what I expected to do today. The afterparty they planned was actually quite fun."
Seokmin stretches his arms as he leans back. "I hoped that could be the moment I would have you to myself for a bit. I know I like it the most when it's the afterparty."
You shoot him a look, but your cheeks flush. You turn back to your laptop.
"I mean, I have you to myself now, but there's something about the secrecy…"
"Explains why you get off so easily," you remark and scroll through your spreadsheet. You look back up to see Seokmin deadpanning you and shrug.
He crosses his arms and looks the other way. "I was going to say something nice, but never mind that."
"Hold that thought." You attached the sheet and documents to your email and watch it send before shutting it. You put it back in your bag and take one big swig of your coffee. "Okay, spill thought."
Seokmin shakes head. "Window of opportunity has closed."
"Does that mean 'I reconsidered my kindness?'"
He nods with a sweet smile, making you snort. "I have those moments often."
"I figured. For a very long time I thought there was no good bone in your body." You take your cup in hand and look at him.
His smile fades. "Wait, seriously?"
"No, but I've always found you rather annoying and cocky." You point at him with a grin. "I did notice your reaction there so I think you should spill that thought now, if you're not doing the kind one."
"I don't want you to think I'm an asshole, that's all." He shrugs and takes a sip.
You look at him, a grin playing at your lips.
"No."
"Oh, come on. What's going on?" You ask. When he doesn't reply, you deadpan him. "You've been acting way too normal for your doing anyway today. Usually you would've made it your mission to chase me up the wall."
"Well, maybe I just didn't feel like it today."
"Unlike you, but okay."
Seokmin's gaze makes your heart gallop in your chest. It has an edge, it's clearly visible, but there's something else flickering behind them. Something you haven't seen on him before. He leans back in his seat and downs the rest of his coffee. "I need something stronger for that."
Before he can get up, you grab his wrist. "Seokmin, sit down please."
He does so and pulls his arm back.
"I don't have to know what gets you so worked up all of a sudden, but I don't hate you. You just make my job incredibly difficult sometimes."
"You deserve it for being so uptight." Seokmin nudges you. "You need to loosen up sometimes, sweetheart. All I'm trying to do is putting a smile on that pretty face of yours."
Your cheeks flush with heat. When you look at him, he's fighting everything that's happening underneath the surface.
"I like seeing you smile."
"Is that the thought you needed something stronger for?"
"It's part of it." Seokmin shrugs. "It's nothing, really."
You narrowed your eyes and bobbed your head. "Okay…" You get up from the seat and grab your bag. "I'm going home. You're more than free to join me and we can just order some food and have our own afterparty."
Seokmin shows a flicker of uncertainty as he gets up as well. He smiles at you. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"
You load your stuff in the car and drive off with Seokmin's car behind you. You live just out of town, a neighbourhood where nobody would disturb you. For a city as big as this, you're glad you settled in a quieter part.
You pull into the driveway and grab your stuff as his car pulls up in the street. He parks it behind yours and gets out, observing your house with a hum. He follows you inside and you settle in the garden, the view over a meadow and a small stream running through it.
He holds the beer in his hand as his eyes observe it. "You must never get tired of this view."
"Nope." You settle yourself next to him and lean back. "I'm very lucky to be living here."
"The only thing that scares me is how easy it is to look in your neighbours' gardens."
"We have to be secretive, then."
Seokmin nudges you. "Right here in your garden? I didn't expect you to be so bold."
You snicker and hold your glass of wine up. "Cheers."
"To our own afterparty." He clings his bottle against it gently and takes a sip. He puts it down on the table and exhales. "I can't imagine playing one person like that, let alone two."
You turn your head to the side. "Are you thinking about the bride?"
"I was there when her boyfriend stormed in," Seokmin tells you. "I was taking pictures of the preparations per her request and I don't think I will ever forget the look on his face."
"This was a first for me, too," you say and stare off in the distance. "I had instances where one of them cheated, or where something happened on the day of the wedding, but never this." You shrug. "It happens. I can't be too bothered about it, but I feel bad for the men in this scenario."
He inhales sharply. "I need more of your attitude."
You chuckle. "You'll get there when you see everything so upclose."
He smiles and that's where the conversation dies out. You spend a couple of minutes in silence, then the conversations pick up as if nothing happened. Seokmin asks about your parents, about your life outside of your job and in turn, you ask him about his friends. You were amazed to learn that he's in a group of thirteen, in all stages of their life.
Your heart wants to claw out of your chest when his face lights up. All because he's telling you that he's an uncle. You feel your hands reaching out to him, but you pull back. With a smile on your face, you listen to the stories he tells.
Even past dinner, he still finds things to talk about and you start to realise that you don't mind doing this every day. Coming home after work and having Seokmin over, talking about your days and about your lives. Getting to know each other in more ways than just making out at weddings.
"What did you want to tell me earlier?" You ask. "Otherwise I'll go first."
Seokmin freezes in his seat. His eyes dart to you. "Do you mean the thought that needed something stronger?"
You nod.
He swallows and waves his hand. "Yeah, you go first."
You grab his face and pull him into a kiss. You feel him tense up before he returns it, his hands traveling to your waist. You try to deepen it, but he pulls back.
"Are you sure you want to do this in your garden?" He whispered against your lips. "I don't know how far I'll take it."
You chuckle and kiss him again. "You can go as far as you want to."
He groans and pulls you into his lap. "The magic words."
Your lips connect in a kiss like never before. The heat pools in your stomach as he pushes your top up, his hands leaving a trail of heat on your skin as they slide underneath. You slide your hands underneath his open blouse and push it down. His shoulders tense up under your touch, and he releases a soft groan against your lips when you shift in his lap.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he says in a low tone. "How long I've waited to do more, to be more." He kisses your neck and your stomach tightens. "The secrecy is fun, but I want you every day. Not just in a staff room at a wedding venue."
"Please," you breathed out. Your hands entangle in his hair as he nips on your pulse. "I want you, too, Seokmin. I'm sick of waiting until a wedding to see you again."
"You have me until the day I die."
In your garden that night, you both surrendered to the game that you've been playing. And for the first time in your life, you could live with a draw.
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“Welcome to the necessary weekly meeting!” Soonyoung announced dramatically, arms wide as you walked into Jihoon’s condo. Jihoon, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a laptop and a frown, didn’t even look up. “It’s literally just us hanging out because you two can’t function without supervision.”
“Exactly!” Soonyoung grinned, patting the seat beside him. “Necessary.” You dropped your bag on the couch, laptop under your arm, and sighed. “If this is a meeting, I’d like to file a complaint. My wi-fi’s been dead for three hours.”
Jihoon groaned. “Oh no.” Soonyoung perked up. “Don’t-” But you were already reaching for your phone. “I think I’ll just call-” “Don’t say it,” Jihoon warned.
“-tech support,” you finished innocently.
Soonyoung threw a pillow at you. “You don’t need tech support for everything! Last time your charger wasn’t even plugged in!” “It was plugged in,” you argued. “Just.. not all the way.” Jihoon muttered, “You’re single-handedly keeping that hotline employed.”
“They’re nice people!” You defended yourself, booting up your laptop. “Besides, they actually help instead of mocking me.” “Oh please,” Soonyoung teased, leaning closer. “Just say you have a voice fetish”
“I do not?!”
Jihoon snorted. “Your face says otherwise.” You huffed, glaring at both of them. “You’re just jealous because no one picks up when you call for help.” “Yeah, because we don’t break technology by existing,” Jihoon shot back.
The argument went in circles until Jihoon ordered takeout just to shut both of you up. When it arrived, everyone ended up sprawled in front of the TV, eating noodles and teasing each other between bites.
By the time you headed home, Soonyoung made you promise — hands clasped together dramatically — “Don’t. Call. Tech support. Tonight.” You rolled your eyes. “If you just helped me with my problem-” “I can’t help you, Y/N.. I have my own problems,” he said, feigning exhaustion. “You’re so dramatic.” “Just promise.”
“Ok.. ok jeez I promise not to call them.”
You did.
When you got home, your apartment felt unusually quiet. Too quiet. You dropped your keys, kicked off your shoes, and flopped onto your bed, staring at your laptop like it was your sworn enemy. The wi-fi symbol blinked mockingly at you. Still dead. You worked at Jihoon's. What's wrong with you?!
You tried everything: restarted, reconnected, even whispered, “Please work, I’m begging you,” like it owed you emotional support. Still nothing.
Soonyoung’s voice echoed in your head — Don’t call tech support tonight. You sighed, staring at your phone. He didn’t have to know. “Just one call,” you muttered, already pressing the number.
Beep. Beep.
You leaned back, half-asleep, bracing for the hold music and robotic voice menu. Then.. “Good evening, this is Jeon Wonwoo from customer support. How can I help you tonight?”
You were stunned.
God damn the voice.
Low, calm, a little tired but velvety — the kind of voice that could make tax advice sound seductive. “Oh. U- Hi,” you managed, blinking at the ceiling. “My laptop refuses to connect to the wi-fi. It’s being dramatic.”
A small laugh slipped through the line. “Let’s see what we can do. Are you sure it’s your wi-fi and not your laptop? Have you tried connecting it to another network?” “Positive,” you said confidently. “I’m very tech-savvy.” “ok..,” he said, amused. “Can you check your network list? What do you see?”
You peered at your screen. “Uhm-” You frowned. “I don’t see my wi-fi name. Just.. my neighbour’s? And something called ‘NETGEAR32’..what the fuck is this?” You whispered the last sentence, but figured he heard it, the way he laughed on the other line. Wah! The laugh is even hotter.
“Hmm. Could you tell me what your router looks like?” “It’s that little black box with the blinking lights, right?” “Yes,” he said slowly. “Where is it?” You turned your head toward your bedside table. “It’s right here. Wait..” you reached out and realised it wasn’t blinking at all. Just off.
You picked it up and froze. “Oh my god.” “What’s wrong?” “It’s- ahm.. uh- huh” you coughed. “It’s not plugged in. Because I moved it earlier so I could vacuum.” There was a pause. Then his voice came through again, thick with restrained laughter.
“You vacuumed your wi-fi?” “Don’t say it like that,” you protested, cheeks burning. “It sounded responsible at the time!” He chuckled — a low, genuine sound that made your stomach twist. “You’re the first caller I’ve had tonight who turned off their wi-fi for cleaning purposes.”
“See? I’m helping the world one spotless floor at a time.” “Sure,” he said. “Totally not creating your own emergencies.” You pouted even though he couldn’t see you. “You’re judging me.” “I’m observing,” he teased. “With admiration.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re rude. But also kind of charming.” “That’s a first,” he said softly, and you could hear his smile through the line.
The wi-fi reconnected instantly once you plugged it back in, but neither of you hung up. At one point, he asked, “So do you always call tech support after vacuuming?”
“Only when I make life decisions that backfire,” you said. “Which is often.” “Good to know,” he murmured, voice lower now. “Guess I should keep my line open then.” Fucking voice.. fucking hellllll- this is testing me.
You laughed, heart racing a little too fast for a call that started with a wi-fi crisis. When the line finally went quiet, you didn’t move for a while. Your wi-fi was back.
But you had a new problem
you couldn’t stop replaying his voice in your head.
“Believe me, Soonyoung, the voice. I just know he looks hot.” You were sprawled across your couch, phone on speaker, while Soonyoung sat at the edge of the coffee table, eating crisps and giving you a look that screamed disbelief.
“There are literally thousands of tech support agents, Y/N,” he said, crunching loudly. “How confident are you that you’re even gonna get-”
“Good evening,” the speaker crackled, and that low, familiar voice filled the room. “This is Jeon Wonwoo from customer support. How can I help you tonight?” Soonyoung froze mid-bite. Then he mouthed, damn.
You grinned, triumphant. “Hi,” you said, trying not to sound too excited. There was a pause — and then, that voice again, soft and amused “You again?” Soonyoung slapped a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.
You cleared your throat, pretending to be professional. “Yes, me again. I, um.. I think my keyboard’s stuck.” Soonyoung buried his face in a pillow. Stuck? Really? he mouthed, horrified. You whispered back, “What?! That’s the only thing I could think of!”
Wonwoo must’ve heard the shuffling because he asked, “Keyboard stuck how?” You blinked at your laptop. “Like- it’s not typing?” “Did you check if it’s connected properly?” You poked at the keys. “Yes?” “Okay. Is it wireless?” You squinted. “I mean it doesn’t have a wire.”
Soonyoung groaned into the pillow. “Alright,” Wonwoo said, patient as ever. “Can you check the little switch under it? It might be turned off.” You flipped it over. The red light was off.
“Oh.”
“Found the problem?” he asked, amusement dripping through the line. “..Possibly,” you admitted, turning it back on. Soonyoung whispered, “You’re gonna die alone.” “Don’t be jealous,” you muttered back.
“What was that?” Wonwoo asked, still smiling through his words. “Nothing! I, uh, I fixed it. You’re a genius.” “I do my best,” he said modestly. “Though you might be setting a record for repeat callers this week.”
You snorted. “Oh come on, I’m not that bad.” “I didn’t say bad,” he teased. “Just dedicated.” Soonyoung mouthed, oh my god he’s flirting. You kicked him under the table. “Well,” you said lightly, leaning back. “Thank you again for your very professional assistance, Mr. Wonwoo.”
“My pleasure,” he said smoothly. “But I should tell you — you’re gonna get me fired if you keep calling this much.” You grinned. “Then I’ll have to find another HOTline to talk with.” That made him grin — a low, surprised sound that sent goosebumps up your neck.
Before he could say anything else, you hung up, giggling, tossing your phone onto the couch like it was on fire. Soonyoung stared at you, jaw dropped. “You did not just hang up on him after saying that.”
“I did,” you said proudly, hugging a pillow. “You’re insane.” “I think I’m in love with his voice,” you ignored him. “Yeah.. definitely insane.” Soonyoung groaned, throwing himself back dramatically. “Jihoon’s never gonna believe this.”
Meetings were bad enough on their own.
Delayed meetings, however, were a special kind of torture.
You sat in the conference room with your coworkers, nursing your second cup of terrible coffee while everyone complained about the same thing.. the company’s internal program being down.
“This is the third time this week,” Hansol muttered beside you, spinning his pen like he was auditioning for a stress commercial. “Didn’t the IT promise to fix this permanently?” You sighed, leaning back. “Apparently the main IT guy’s out of town. They’re sending someone else from the other branch.”
“God,” Hansol groaned. “If this takes longer, I’m fake fainting just to go home early.” A few desks away, someone joked, “Maybe we should just call tech support!” Hansol smirked and nudged you. “Hey, that’s your thing, right?” You gave him a look. “Shut up.”
Before he could tease you again, the conference room door swung open. “Sorry for the delay,” a deep, calm voice said. “I’m from the external IT department — I’ll be fixing the system today.”
You froze.
No way.
The pen slipped from your hand. Hansol glanced at you, confused, as you slowly turned toward the door. And there he was.
Jeon Wonwoo, in the flesh.
Tall. Dressed in an office lanyard, white button-down shirt, rolled-up sleeves, soft eyes framed by dark-rimmed glasses. The same low, polite tone — the same one that had once asked, You again? through your phone speaker.
He didn’t even look in your direction, busy setting his laptop bag down near the projector. But you were already spiraling. Hansol whispered, “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You grabbed his sleeve, dragging him closer, whispering, “That’s him.”
“Who-” “Tech support voice guy.”
Hansol blinked. Then his eyes widened. “No way.” “Way,” you hissed. “Oh my god, he’s real. He’s here. I’ve literally flirted with him over my wi-fi and fake keyboard issues.”
Hansol’s face twisted between amusement and disbelief. “You’re kidding. The guy you said had a voice that could fix your life? That’s him?” “Shut up,” you whispered harshly, elbowing him as quietly as possible.
But of course, Wonwoo glanced up right at that moment — and his eyes landed on the two of you whispering near the door.
You panicked and pretended to cough. Hansol, because he loved chaos, gave you the most suspiciously innocent smile possible. Wonwoo tilted his head slightly. Then, with that same even tone, said, “Sorry, could someone show me where the main server is located?”
Hansol grinned, standing immediately. “Y/N can show you.” Your head whipped toward him. “I- what?!” “She’s great with.. tech support,” Hansol said, barely holding back laughter.
You shot him a death glare before plastering on the fakest smile known to man. “Right. The server. Of course.” You led the way down the hallway, pulse hammering, mentally screaming the entire time. Behind you, you could hear the faint sound of Wonwoo’s footsteps — steady, unbothered.
And when he finally spoke, the air shifted. “You work here?” he asked casually. You swallowed. “..Apparently.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice when he replied, “Guess I should’ve known. You sound familiar.”
Your brain short-circuited. Does he recognise me?! IS THAT POSSIBLE?? Fuckk! Oh my- do I even look good today?! You laughed a little too quickly. “Do I?”
He hummed softly. “Yeah. Can’t quite place it though. Maybe I’m wrong.” Good. Keep it that way. You stopped by the room, pushing the door open and praying your soul wouldn’t just exit your body on the spot.
“Here it is,” you said, stepping aside. “The, uh.. problematic area.” Wonwoo smiled faintly — professional, polite — but something about it made your heart stutter anyway. “Thanks.”
You nodded, pretending to check your phone just to avoid melting under his presence. Hansol’s text popped up almost immediately
Hansolie: 👀 sooooooo how’s ur ‘wifi’?
You typed back furiously while walking back to the conference room.
Y/N: shut. up. hansol.
—
The elevator doors slid open to the scent of roasted beans and caramel syrup — the unofficial perfume of your company’s lobby. You needed caffeine. And possibly divine intervention. After all, you’d just spent the entire morning trying not to think about your crush slash former tech support.
“Hey, Y/N!” the barista chirped as you reached the counter. “The usual?” You nodded, rubbing your temples. “Yeah, but can you, like.. make it extra strong today? Emotionally and spiritually?”
He laughed. “Got it. Double shot, emotional damage edition.” “Perfect,” you sighed. “Oh, and can you add a little cinnamon instead of cocoa powder this time?” “Got you.” He scribbled the note on your cup. You stepped aside to wait — and that’s when you heard it.
“Can I get a flat white, please?”
That voice.
You turned, and there he was — standing just a few feet away at the other end of the counter, sleeves still rolled up, work lanyard hanging loose around his neck. Wonwoo.
He looked effortlessly calm, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone while he thanked the barista with that same low tone that made you weak in the knees.
You blinked, heart stuttering. “Oh,” you blurted before your brain caught up. “You- uh.. coffee?”
Smooth. Very eloquent.
Wonwoo glanced up, a little confused. “Me.. coffee,” he echoed, lips curving. You wanted to melt straight into the tile floor. “Hi,” you said, trying to be casual. “Again.”
“Hi,” he returned, equally casual. His voice softened. “You on break?” “Yeah, trying to survive another meeting that could’ve been an email,” you joked. “You?” “Running system checks upstairs. Thought I’d double check whether the server is plugged before your company crashes again.”
You gasped in mock offense, not fully understanding what he meant. “Hey! It wasn’t my fault this time.” He chuckled, stepping closer as the barista called both your names. You picked up your drink at the same time he reached for his — your fingers brushed for half a second.
And you definitely felt that.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, gripping your cup a little too tight. He tilted his head, smiling teasingly. “So.. how’s your technology lately?” You froze. “What-”
“That wi-fi working fine?” he asked innocently, sipping his coffee. “Keyboard behaving?” Suddenly your jaw could hit the floor.. hiding your face with your hand. “Oh my god. You know it’s me.” “I just figured it out after you showed me the room earlier,” he admitted, smirking. “You have a very.. recognizable voice.”
Oh yeah..? and you have a hella attractive voice.
“Great,” you muttered. “So now the tech guy knows ‘the girl who vacuumed her wi-fi’s’ work address..” He laughed quietly. “Could’ve been worse.” “I was trying to clean responsibly!” you protested, half laughing, half dying inside.
He leaned a little closer, eyes glinting with amusement. “You really do make my job interesting, you know that?” You tried not to look at his mouth when he smiled like that. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “It is,” he said easily.
For a second, neither of you said anything — the buzz of the lobby filling the space between you. Then your phone buzzed with a message from Hansol
Hansolie: boss asking where u r 👀
You sighed. “Duty calls.” Wonwoo held up his cup. “Same here.” You both started toward the elevators, walking side by side until the hall split. “Guess I’ll see you around, I’ll be the IT for weeks, fortunately.” he said.
You grinned, stepping backward. “Fortunately?” He smirked, tone low and teasing. “Yeah.. this time, you don’t have to press any keys to talk to me.” You turned away, trying not to smile too hard — and totally failed.
It’s been a week.
A very long, very confusing week.
Because somehow, ever since that coffee encounter, your team and the IT team have been glued together. Every project update? They’re there. Every department sync? They’re in the room. Every “quick check on the system”? It’s him.
You tried to act normal — really, you did — but it was hard to stay composed when his voice kept floating across the room. Smooth, professional, occasionally teasing when he’d call out, “Y/N, can you test the connection for me?” Yeah. Connection. Sure.
And of course, Hansol noticed. He noticed how you’d suddenly straighten in your chair whenever Wonwoo spoke, how you’d take exactly 0.5 seconds too long to respond. “You’re down bad,” he whispered during one meeting, and you kicked him under the table hard enough to rattle his pen.
Even worse, Wonwoo didn’t seem fazed by any of it. He’d walk past your desk with that tiny, unreadable smile — the kind that made your brain lag. He’d drop by for “routine checks,” which, suspiciously, only seemed necessary near your cubicle.
By Friday, your nerves were shot. You’d memorised the sound of his footsteps, the shape of his laugh, and the way he said your name like it was something erotic. Or maybe that’s just me who’s thinking that..
You weren’t sure which was worse — that he might notice, or that he already had.
—
You’d left the office hours ago, but Wonwoo’s voice lingered in your mind like a ghost. Back in your apartment, you changed into comfortable clothes — an oversized shirt and didn’t even bother to put on some shorts. You poured yourself a glass of wine, settling on the couch with your laptop, trying to focus on a show. But your thoughts kept drifting back to him.
His smile, his laugh, the way his hair fell across his forehead. You remembered the sound of his voice, the way it echoed through the empty office, wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
You took a sip of your wine, feeling the cool liquid slide down your throat. This is ridiculous. Is the aircon even on?!
You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, feeling a warmth spread through you. You couldn’t believe you were getting turned on just by thinking about his voice. You felt embarrassed, foolish even. But the warmth didn’t go away. Instead, it grew stronger, pooling between your legs.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you muttered to yourself, but your hand was already sliding beneath the waistband of your underwear. You weren’t even touching yourself yet, just pressing your palm against your core through the fabric. “I’m getting horny over someone’s voice..?”
Just say you have a voice fetish — Soonyoung’s voice suddenly echoing in your head that made you feel an overwhelming rush of embarrassment and arousal. You pushed your underwear to the side and slipped a finger inside yourself, that deep voice. “Fuck..”
Slowly pushing it in and out as you imagined Wonwoo’s voice whispering dirty things in your ear. Your other hand reached up to pinch your nipple through your shirt, twisting it gently. You were getting wetter by the second, all from thinking about a man’s voice.
Your mind started playing tricks on you. You pictured his long fingers as he fast-typed on a keyboard. You bit your lip, moaning softly. “God,” you whimpered. Your hips lifted slightly, pushing your finger deeper, thinking it was Wonwoo who was finger-fucking her.
One finger wasn’t enough. You needed more stimulation, more pressure. You cursed under your breath, frustrated that your own hand wasn’t enough to get you off when just thinking about Wonwoo’s voice had you soaking wet. “Damn it..”
—
I stopped moving my finger, my heart racing as reality crashed back in. What the actual fuck was wrong with me..? Getting turned on over a voice?! What the hell. Over Wonwoo’s voice specifically??! Ughh god.. I quickly pulled my finger.
“Maybe I should..” my heart raced at the thought. “Hmm.. should I?” I don’t know what to do. But I’m burning and it hurts already, I need to get by.
This is insane. “No. I won’t do it,” but the thought only lingered on me and I’m going crazy. This is desperate.. yet also fucking hot.
My fingers trembled as I slowly dialed a number.. his number. Each digit felt like a step closer to crossing a line I wasn’t sure I could uncross. The phone rang once, twice, three times. Fuck.. fuck.. fuck! My heart is pounding so much and my free hand is already sliding back into my underwear.. ok maybe I’m not that good of a person- but I need this! I’m gonna go nuts!
—
“Hello?” His deep, husky voice came through the phone, sending a jolt straight to your core. You let out a shaky breath, your finger now slowly circling your clit as you held the phone between your shoulder and ear. “Hi..” You whispered, already lost.
“Hey,” he said softly, unknowingly pushing you further towards the edge. “Everything ok?” He asked, you could hear the concern in his voice. Your hips lifted slightly, pushing your finger inside your clit. “Mhm,”
“You sound distracted.” He paused, you could hear him moving around. “Where are you? I can barely hear you.” His words sent a shiver down your spine. You were silent for a moment, your finger moving faster. “I'm.. in bed,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.
Wonwoo hummed, “It's late. You sleeping?” You bit your lip, debating whether to tell the truth. “No,” you admitted quietly, your hand moving frantically now, your legs spreading wider. Wonwoo’s voice was just too good, too enticing.
“What are you doing then?” He asked, suddenly curious. His voice dropped lower, unaware that he was talking to a woman on the verge of orgasm on the phone. “Because- I’m alone," you confessed, your breath hitching as your finger rubbed faster.
“Aw, are you bored?” He asked gently. “Kind of-” You whispered, your other hand squeezing your breast through your shirt. “Need someone to talk to?” He offered, making small talk while you edged closer to coming.
“Actually- hmm” You started, then bit your lip hard to stop yourself from moaning. Your finger was slowly pressing onto your G-spot, your thumb circling your clit exactly how you liked. “Yeah?” Wonwoo encouraged conversationally, “What is it, Y/N?”
“Nothin- ahh.. mhmm” You whispered quickly, trying to hide the fact that you were about to cum hard on the phone with him. “Just- just thinking about stuff.” Your legs were shaking now, your hips moving in time with your hand. “Like what?” He asked, genuinely interested.
“Stupid stuff..” You breathed softly. “Like.. Like-” You trailed off, getting closer. “Yeah?” He chuckled, unknowingly pushing you towards your orgasm with his deep voice. “Random stuff” You moaned softly, then covered your mouth quickly.
He hummed on the other line, pressing, “Random stuff like..? Y/N.. are you ok?” You were so close now, your hand moving desperately. “Shit-!” You whimpered into the phone, your body tensing up as you came hard, silence filling the line except for your quick pants.
You quickly ended the call, your cheeks burning red as you tried to catch your breath. You cursed yourself, throwing your phone aside and collapsing back onto your bed. “What the fuck did I just do?” You hissed at yourself, feeling both embarrassed and satisfied from that crazy spontaneous orgasm.
He didn’t catch me right..?
—
He looked at his phone, a slow smirk spreading across his face. The call ended abruptly, and he knew exactly why. His mind filled with images of you touching yourself to his voice, coming undone alone in your room. He chuckled lowly to himself, getting hard.
“Y/N L/N, what are you even planning to do?”
He said, dragging a hand over his face, clearly flustered and unsure of what to do next. No.. correction, he is sure of what he’s gonna do that night.
The week after Wonwoo’s temporary contract with her company ended felt weirdly quiet. No passing glances in the hallway, no low voice echoing across the conference room, no reason to hang around the break area pretending you needed another coffee.
Work picked up, deadlines piled, and life moved — or at least pretended to. You told yourself it was fine. Totally fine. People came and went, right? He was just one of them. Except your brain didn’t seem to get the memo. Especially with someone, you had an intense orgasm without him even knowing, or that’s what she thought.
Every time someone with a low voice spoke during a call, your heart did that stupid thing — the half-second jolt before realising it wasn’t him. You hadn’t texted, hadn’t even tried. It wasn’t like you owed him anything. Also, you’re too embarrassed to contact him anyways.
And so, you buried it — until Soonyoung decided to ruin your emotional stability for sport. “It’s Friday,” he declared, barging into your cubicle with the enthusiasm of a man who’s never known shame. “We’re going out. Jihoon’s coming. No excuses.”
“I have emails to-” “Nope,” he cut you off, snatching your mouse and dramatically logging you out. “You’re touching grass tonight, whether you like it or not.”
Which is how you ended up at a crowded downtown bar, squeezed between Soonyoung’s chaos and Jihoon’s eternal disapproval. The music was loud, the lights warm, and the air smelled like beer and bad decisions. You were halfway through your drink when Soonyoung suddenly went still. “Don’t panic,” he said.
Your stomach dropped. “Why?” “Because.. hot people incoming. Specifically, men who look like they pay taxes on time.” You turned and froze. Him. Again.
He was walking in with two other guys — one with long hair and a mischievous grin.. definitely trouble, the other already laughing at something. Wonwoo looked the same — relaxed, slightly tired, effortlessly attractive in a black long sleeves that fit a little too well. Of course. The universe had a sense of humour.
Jihoon noticed your expression instantly. “Oh no,” he muttered. “Who’s that?” You tore your gaze away too quickly. “No one.” Soonyoung squinted. “That’s tech support voice, isn’t it? You mentioned before that you met him already!!” “Lower your voice!” you hissed, smacking his arm.
But fate, being a little shit, made eye contact inevitable. Wonwoo’s eyes swept across the bar — and landed right on you. A flicker of recognition passed through his face, followed by something dangerously close to a smile.
You panicked and looked away. Pretended to study the drink menu like it held the secrets of the universe. “Oh my god,” Soonyoung whispered gleefully. “He saw you.” “Shut up.”
He didn’t. He wasn’t wearing his glasses.
A few minutes later, laughter rippled from the next table — Wonwoo’s group had settled just a few seats away. You tried not to stare. Really, you did. But when you heard his laugh — that same quiet, low sound you remembered from the phone — your whole chest ached, and also down there..
Jeonghan, his long-haired friend, caught you looking. His lips curved into a knowing smile before leaning toward Wonwoo to say something. Wonwoo’s gaze flicked your way again, he’s now wearing his typical glasses, that you swear you just want him to wear while-. Soonyoung caught that, too. “Yup. He’s looking. He’s so looking.”
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I hate this. I actually hate this.” Jihoon sipped his drink calmly. “No, you don’t.” And maybe he was right — because when Wonwoo finally stood up, drink in hand, and started walking toward your table, your pulse went wild.
You straightened instinctively, heart hammering. Soonyoung muttered, “Oh my god, he’s coming over-” “Hey,” came that familiar voice — smoother than you remembered, and a lot closer.
You looked up, every thought in your head dissolving into static. Wonwoo smiled. “Didn’t expect to see my favourite caller here.” Soonyoung choked on his drink. Jihoon muttered, “I need another round.”
And you? You just tried to remember how to breathe.
You blinked up at him, trying to play it cool even though Soonyoung was grinning beside you like a proud parent. “Oh, hi.” Wonwoo’s lips curved slightly. “You don’t call anymore.” You tilted your head, shy but smiling. “Well, I don’t need help with anything regarding my technologies, so..”
He took a small step closer, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I meant my personal number. After you ended the call, leaving me behind, you never called again.” You froze. The words hit like a slow echo, sinking into the quiet thrum of music around you. You blinked at him, unsure if you heard right, if he was teasing or serious — until you saw the faint glint in his eyes.
And suddenly, the flash of that night came rushing back. The memory of his voice. The way your breath had hitched, every pressed your fingers made, every moan, every shiver.. everything. The stupid thoughts that followed. Your chest felt hot.
“I- excuse me,” you muttered quickly, voice a little too thin as you slipped past him. The cool air outside hit like a reset button, sharp and grounding. You walked to the bar side, where the noise softened into background static, and pulled a cigarette from your bag with shaky fingers.
The flame flickered when you lit it. You inhaled, letting the smoke fill your lungs before slowly exhaling toward the empty road. The night air wrapped around you, quiet, still. Then.. a low chuckle behind you.
“You smoke?”
You turned slightly, startled. Wonwoo stood a few steps away, hands in his pockets, the faint streetlight catching in his hair. He looked amused — but not judgmental, just curious, his tone lazy and warm. You blinked. “Only when I’m trying to forget embarrassing things.”
He laughed quietly, walking closer. “So that’s what I am?” You took another drag, eyes flicking toward him. “No.. fuck- sorry. I really just am trying to forget something I did”
He tilted his head, smirking faintly. “Like.. touching yourself with the help of my voice?” Your jaw almost hit the floor. You believed it did. You couldn’t even move nor talk, cigarette on your fingers, smoke curling in the space between you.
He took a step closer, closing the gap between you both. His smirk grew wider as he reached out and gently took the cigarette from your fingers. He brought it to his own lips and took a drag before exhaling slowly. “You know what I think?”
“I think you should do something for me. You left me aching that night” He took another drag before offering the cigarette back to you. When you didn’t take it as how shocked you are, he held it there teasingly. “Shotgun.” He said lowly, his face inches from yours. “Can you do a shotgun?”
The sudden request snapped you out of your stunned silence. You blinked rapidly, processing his words. “Shotgun?” You repeated dumbly, finally taking the cigarette back from his fingers. Your hand brushed against his briefly, sending a spark through you. “You want me to-” You paused, then laughed nervously.
He chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah, you know what I mean.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, don’t tell me you’ve never done shotgun before.. you even played without who you’re thinking of”
You raised an eyebrow, ego rising, and took a long drag of the cigarette before exhaling slowly in his direction. As you did, you reached up and wrapped your hand around his nape, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden contact, a small jolt running through him.
You brought the cigarette to your lips again, taking a deep drag before sealing your lips around it and hovering around his mouth. You held the smoke in your mouth for a moment before exhaling slowly into his mouth, sharing the hit with him in a perfect shotgun pass.
Wonwoo’s eyes remained on yours as the smoke filled his mouth, your lips dangerously near his. It was intimate and unexpected, the act of sharing a cigarette like this. His hand instinctively gripped your wrist where it still rested on his nape, holding you there.
Before you could pull away, Wonwoo’s free hand suddenly gripped your hip possessively, pulling you closer as he went in for a kiss. The cigarette fell forgotten to the ground between your feet as his other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to gain better access to your mouth.
The smoke from the cigarette was intoxicating, but it was nothing compared to the taste of his mouth. Wonwoo’s lips moved urgently against yours, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth with an intensity that left you breathless. The taste of tobacco mixed with his own unique flavour drove you crazy.
—
Fuck, this girl can kiss. My mind was spinning as I devoured her mouth hungrily, my hands gripping her tightly. The taste of cigarettes and something uniquely hers exploded on mine, making my head swim. * deepened the kiss further, my tongue dominating hers as I pulled her flush against me.
This is driving me insane. She’s insane.
Ever since that night, I couldn’t just take her off my mind, much worse, she didn’t even bother to reach out. She made sure she got the pleasure she needed and threw me. Now that’s hot of her.
I broke the kiss briefly as my hands framed her face. I quickly removed my glasses and set them aside. My vision was indeed blurry, but it only seemed to heighten my senses haha, this is driving me crazy. I captured her lips again immediately, my touch turning almost desperate as I kissed her.
The taste of her mouth feels like I needed her to survive.
And I’m not even gonna complain about that.
—
Wonwoo forced himself to break the kiss, his chest heaving as he looked at you through his blurry vision. Your lips were swollen and kiss-stained, a few strands of hair sticking to your flushed cheeks. He blinked rapidly to clear his sight, needing to see your expression clearly.
Your soft voice asking “What do you want to do.. Wonwoo?” snapped something inside him. His hands suddenly gripped your face harshly, thumbs pressing into your cheeks as he groaned possessively before crashing his lips back onto yours brutally. He wanted to fuck you right there against the wall. But he controlled himself.
He broke the kiss again, his face inches from yours as he panted heavily. His hand slid down from your face to your neck, then lower to your collarbone before pausing at the hem of your skirt. “Can I..” He swallowed hard, his fingers curling slightly into your thighs. You nodded.
His eyes darkened as he watched your expression. His hand slid, then lower, pushing past your panties easily. He checked once more if you were okay with this — non-verbal, just watching your body language. You widened your thighs slightly, giving him better access. His mind went blank.
He pushed two fingers deep inside you without warning, his other hand gripping your hip possessively as he pinned you against the wall. His eyes never left your face, watching for any reaction. Like how your pleasure is his pleasure.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you gasped sharply at the sudden action. Your back arched slightly, pushing you further onto his fingers. A small whimper escaped your lips as he began to move his fingers in and out of you, his thumb pressing down on your clit.
“Did you imagine my fingers fucking you like this when I called you and hung up without saying a word?” He asked gruffly, his voice laced with jealousy on your fingers. His fingers curled inside you, finding that sweet spot that made your legs tremble. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Fucking your own pussy thinking it was me? Hm?" He growled, his face hovering over yours. He picked up the pace, his fingers moving in and out of you at a brutal pace. You could only whimper and shake your head, too overwhelmed to speak, too scared to be caught.
He noticed the change in your insides immediately, your folds tightening around his fingers as you began to clench. His eyes darkened with lust and satisfaction. “Won- I.. I’m close” You barely managed to say, his thumb pressing harder on your clit.
One of your legs lifted completely off the ground, wrapping around his waist instinctively as you gripped his shoulders for support. Your fingers dug into his muscles, holding on for dear life as he finger-fucked you against the wall. “Damn, look at you,” he groaned.
Just as you were on the verge of coming apart, Soonyoung’s voice echoed down the street. “Y/N! Where are you?” His fingers froze inside you, your orgasm hovering right at the edge but not allowed to fall over. You froze completely, looking into his eyes, shocked.
You quickly shushed Wonwoo, your hand pushing gently against his chest. “Pull out!” He pulled his fingers out immediately, his other hand quickly adjusting your clothing back into place. You smoothed down your hair and shirt before stepping away from him, your leg still slightly trembling. “Coming!”
Wonwoo chuckled softly against your ear as he whispered just loud enough for only you to hear “You are indeed coming..” His smirk was pure sin. You let him be and walked towards your friend and acted like nothing happened.
“Where have you been? Jihoon thought you got kidnapped,” Soonyoung said the moment he spotted you. “I’m not even that drunk yet,” you replied, looping your arm through his. “Oh, I know,” he said with a grin. “and I thought you were busy, you know.. fucking.”
You choked on your own saliva and smacked his arm. “Soonyoung!” “What?” He just laughed and slowly pushed you inside the bar again.
And before you even went inside totally, you swore you spotted Wonwoo standing against the door, his head tilted back slightly as he slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking it clean. His eyes locked onto yours, his smirk widening as he watched your mouth go open.
“Where’s Soonyoung?” Jihoon asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You giggled, already drunk. “Probably busy making out with someone,” you replied, downing another shot. “Jihoon.. I’m going to sit at that table,” you pointed at one across the room. “Oki?! Don’t find me.. ehe”
Jihoon just shook his head, a small smile on his face as he watched you jog away giggling. “Have safe sex.” He called out after you, his voice getting lost in the loud music of the bar. You waved him off without looking back, your giggles echoing as you made your way to the table alone, a man on the couch, smirking, eyebrows raised as he watched you walk towards him.
“Drunk enough to come at me, Y/N?” Wonwoo said, his arms spread on the back of the sofa, looking intently at you as you sat on one of his thighs and leaned into him. “But sober enough to know what I’m doing..”
Wonwoo chuckled, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Even hotter,” he murmured against your hair, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back.
He leaned in for another kiss, but you pulled back slightly. “How did you know I was touching myself during our call last time?” You asked softly, searching his face for answers. His smirk returned slowly as he pulled back slightly too. “Love.. it was so obvious” He paused.
His fingers gently scanned your face, his voice low and husky as he continued, “I could hear you whimpering softly, your breaths hitching. I knew exactly what you were doing.” His thumb lightly brushed against your jaw as you opened your eyes again to look into his.
You pulled him into a heated kiss, your lips pressing urgently against his. Wonwoo groaned instantly, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he pulled you closer. The kiss was demanding, passionate, and full of unsaid words. You could feel his erection pressing against your hip, hard as a rock.
The kiss became more intense, tongues dancing aggressively. You started grinding against him slowly, feeling his hardness through his pants. He broke the kiss only to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, one hand gripping your hair while the other squeezed your ass, pulling you harder against him. “Your place or mine?”
“Yours..” You said as you leaned wanting to continue the kiss, yet he stopped the kiss as he pulled you up and guided you towards his car. He quickly unlocked his car and pushed you gently inside, he held onto your jaw, kissing you torridly, then pulled away and closed your door.
He walked around the car and got in the driver’s seat, his heart pounding with anticipation. The drive to his place was a blur of speeding streets and red lights. His hands gripped the steering wheel and your thighs, dangerously close to your cunt, tightly, trying to focus on the road instead of the throbbing in his pants.
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Your jacket hit the living room floor. His shirt was thrown somewhere between the kitchen counter and the hallway. Your bra was tossed near the stairs while his belt buckle echoed loudly. Your pants were kicked off near his bedroom door. His boxers hit the floor just as you slammed him against the wall for another deep kiss.
You pushed him backwards onto the bed, naked except for your underwear. His hard cock stood up proudly, leaking pre-cum. Instead of straddling him immediately like he expected, you climbed on top of him slowly, grinding your covered pussy against his cock teasingly. “Y/N.. stop torturing me.”
He went feral as you positioned yourself on the bed with your hands above your head, giving him full access and a clear view of your body. “Good idea.. how about torture me instead,” you smirked.
“I’m going to torture you so good,” he muttered as he ripped your underwear completely off while kissing you. Before you could even move, he was positioning you in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, making you sit on his lap with your legs spread wide.
You could see your entire body reflected in the mirror — your spread legs, his muscular arms wrapped around your thighs keeping them open. Your breasts were beautifully free as he kneaded them slowly from behind. You watched yourself being used in this position. “Look at yourself,” he whispered. That made you shiver.
“God, I love this view,” he whispered against your neck, making you arch your back slightly to press your ass against his cock. “You see how wet you are? How your pussy is just dripping?” He pulled your hips back slightly so your reflection showed your wet slit clearly.
“And your perfect tits..” He squeezed them harder, leaving red marks. “I could fuck you like this all night, watching you watch yourself get destroyed.” His hands slid down to your inner thighs, spreading you wider, you shut your eyes and exhaled a very shaky one.
He slapped your breast hard enough to leave a handprint, making you gasp and your eyes fly open instantly. “Uh-oh.. eyes on the mirror, love” He kissed and bit your earlobe roughly. “Watch how wet you are and I’m not even holding you”
“You know I’m not going to touch your pretty little pussy until you beg,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning across your neck. He proceeds to rub himself against your back, teasing you with the head of his cock. “You want me to touch you?” You nodded desperately. “Then cum.”
He chuckled darkly, his voice seductive. “You’re shaking so bad, love.” He pinched your nipple, making you gasp and your body tremble even more.
“Wonwoo.. please” You begged him. “Imagine what it would feel like inside you.. but no, love. You’re gonna cum from my words alone.” He rubbed against your back again, his voice like a drug, making you whimper. “Mhmm- ughh.. ah Wonwoo-”
“You’re so close, I can tell,” he murmured, his hands slowly sliding up your body from your nipples, over your collarbone, until his fingers wrapped gently around your neck. He applied the slightest pressure, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel owned. “Go on, princess. Cum then I’ll fuck you senselessly,” he whispered.
His breath on your neck, sucking on it, at the same time watching your back arch, your hips tilt back instinctively looking for friction, your fold lips swelling and getting wetter by the second without being touched. “I can see your clit throbbing, Y/N.”
“Then.. d-do something about it..” “Shhh.. moan for me... arch that beautiful back... your cunt is twitching so fucking adorably, you’re making me want to put it inside already” His grip on your neck tightened slightly as he watched you fall apart from his words alone.
You let out a desperate whine, your hips moving on their own now, searching for something to grind against. He leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out to lick the inside of your ear, making you shiver even more intensely. “Such a good girl for me,” he whispered.
Fucking voice of yours.
Your body snapped tight as if electrocuted. You threw your head back with a silent cry. Your cunt twitched hard, releasing wetness down your thighs without anything inside you. Your back arched sharply, breasts pushing out, neck exposed as you rode out your unexpected orgasm from just his voice and minimal touch. “Jesus..!”
“Ughh- ahh fuck.. mhmm-hmm” He chuckled as he watched your reflection in the mirror, his eyes intense and hungry. Your moans echoed through the room, desperate and needy sounds that only turned him on more. He kept his hand gently wrapped around your neck even after your orgasm subsided.
“My turn,” he groaned, pushing you down onto your knees without warning. He spread your legs wide apart with his knees, using his cock to spread your cum-coated fold lips open. Without hesitation, he pushed inside you hard and deep. When did he even put on the condom?? “Fuck,” he groaned loudly, feeling your warmth inside that almost made him feral.
He gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock as he kneeled behind you. Your reflection in the mirror showed your flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and your breasts bouncing with each thrust. “You’re tight like how I imagined you to be,” he grunted, slapping your ass hard.
“So fucking wet and sticky from your cum,” he groaned, watching his dick disappear inside your slit in the mirror. “And it’s gripping me so fucking tightly.” He reached around to press your clit, making you whine and push back onto his dick harder.
You’re long gone.You felt his cock stretching you open again after cumming so hard from just his words earlier. Each slap on your clit sent electric shocks through your sensitive body, making your walls flutter around him even more tightly. You watched helplessly in the mirror as he fucked you ruthlessly from behind.
Your breasts bounced heavily with each thrust, your hair messy and wild. You felt his balls on your slit with every deep push inside you. He was hitting that spot deep within you that made stars explode behind your eyes. You moaned loudly without inhibition, pushing back eagerly onto his cock.
Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your hair roughly and pulled your head back, forcing you to arch your back and lean onto him. His other hand reached around to squeeze your throat gently as he started fucking you even harder and faster. The mirror reflected your desperate face, mouth open in a scream of pleasure and pain.
“Wonwoo..” you moaned, eyes shut. “That’s right.. moan the name of the guy inside you right now.” He said, not letting his eyes leave the mirror even for just a second.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered on your ear, his fingers tightening around your neck as his hips snapped forward, burying his wrapped dick deep inside your folds, which tightened as well along with his orgasm. You felt his hot cum shooting inside the condom. I wonder what it feels like without the condom..
He let out a few more hard thrusts, making sure both of your orgasms are satisfied. Pull out, throw the condom, and put on a new one, your eyes solely on the mirror, watching his movements from behind.
Then, suddenly, lifted you up in his arms. Without a word, he pinned you against the mirror, your leg wrapping around his arm and the other one on his shoulders instinctively. “Fucking hell- Wonwoo! Didn’t even wa-wait..” He started pounding into you with brutal force. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room along with your moans and his heavy breathing.
His cock was rock hard again inside you, hitting that spot deep inside that made your vision blur. Now it’s not just him who has a blurry vision. He leaned in, crushing his lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss.
His tongue invaded your mouth, mimicking the movements of his dick as he continued to make love with you. You could taste the saltiness of his sweat and the faint hint of tobacco on his lips.
You were overstimulated beyond belief, your body shaking and twitching with every thrust. Your cunt was so sensitive from the multiple orgasms that even the slightest touch made you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. His kiss was suffocating, his tongue overwhelming your mouth.
Your nipples were hard and aching, rubbing against his chest with every rough thrust. You felt your cunt clenching around him uncontrollably, milking his cock for more cum. Your entire body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with intense pleasure.
He pulled back from the kiss to watch you with heavy-lidded eyes, his gaze flicking up to the mirror behind you. The glass shook and rattled with each thrust, reflecting your contorted face and the way your body bounced against his. He grinned, seeing how thoroughly fucked out you looked.
“Fucking look at yourself,” he growled lowly, his voice rough and commanding. “See what a mess you are? Getting destroyed by my dick.” His hand reached up to your face, pushing his thumb to open your mouth. “You like that?” You sucked on his thumb, making him smirk.
Your eyes rolled back, your body convulsing as you came suddenly on his cock. “Shit-” your pussy clamping down so tightly he swore he thought his dick’s gonna be cut in half. He watched in the mirror as your entire body shook with pleasure. “Cuming without saying, huh?”
“You like my voice so much?!” He groaned, not slowing down his thrusts even as you spasmed around him. He adjusted his angle slightly, hitting that spot that made you scream even through your sensitivity. He’s catching his high as well.
His hips are moving slower but more deep now. “Still squeezing my cock like you’ve never cum before.” He bit your lip hard as he felt his orgasm building. “Gonna fill this condom so fucking much..”
“Ahh-!” He moaned loudly, screaming your name, burying his face in your neck as he started coming hard, his hips jerking forward as he pumped his cum into the condom. You could feel the warmth even through the rubber, his thick cum filling it to the brim again, like he hadn’t just filled you minutes ago.
Morning light filtered through the curtains — pale gold, slow, almost shy. You stirred against the sheets, the faint scent of coffee and clean linen hanging in the air. The space beside you was warm.
Wonwoo lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, scrolling lazily through his phone. His hair was messy, eyes soft when he noticed you blink awake. “Goodmorning,” he murmured, voice lower than usual — rough with sleep. What the fuck.. he’s voice could be deeper????
You only hummed in reply, burying your face halfway into the pillow. The ache in your body made everything feel heavy but oddly peaceful. You shifted a little, noticing the fresh bottoms you had on, the faint scent of soap clinging to your skin. “Did you..?” you started.
He chuckled quietly. “Yeah. You knocked out last night. I didn’t want you waking up sticky, so I took care of it.” You groaned softly, covering your face with one hand. “You really didn’t have to-” “I wanted to,” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Your glasses didn’t fall last night..” You said, trying to prove a point. “Oh is my glasses, one of your fantasies as well?” He teased that made you and him laugh.
Silence stretched for a moment — comfortable, slow. Then you reached across the bedside table for your phone. He watched you, eyebrow raised. “Already checking your emails?” “Nope.” You grinned sleepily, fingers already dialing.
He frowned. “Are you seriously calling someone right now?”
You pressed the speaker button and looked at him. The phone rang once before his phone, somewhere on the nightstand, began to buzz. Wonwoo’s brow furrowed even more. “Are you calling me?”
You smirked as his screen lit up with your name. He picked up, lips curving. “What is this..?”
You smiled into the receiver, eyes still on him. “Just making sure I don’t have to press one again for tech support.” He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he leaned closer.
“Good,” you said softly. “Because when I dial a number, I like it when it’s your voice that answers, not an automated machine.” Wonwoo chuckled, setting his phone down and brushing his thumb along your jaw. “Then I guess I’ll keep the line open for you.”
You met his gaze — lazy morning sunlight spilling over both of you — and smiled. “Mhmm. Because I think I might need tech support again.” He laughed against your lips. “For what?”
“For whatever’s wrong with my heart,” you teased.
Wonwoo only kissed you in reply.
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