"meet me back in five if i matter."

a fucking seventy two? you mentally sob, staring at the bright red pen on your exam. tears well up in your eyes, but you hold it in, taking deep aggressive breaths in and out. “hey, l/n,”

“hey,”

“…”

“hey,”

“what the fuck do you want!?” you exclaim at gunwook, meeting eyes with his stupid cocky ass smile.

“what’d you get on the test?” he teases, smiling a shit eating grin. you try to cover your paper, but you know he’s already seen the grade. he smiles again, before happily humming. “i got a ninety two,”

“get the fuck away from me,” you spit, annoyed out of your mind, and unable to handle gunwook’s shit today.

you weren’t quite sure when this relationship with gunwook had started. maybe it was during eighth grade, when he became student council president, leaving you without a position. or maybe it was in ninth grade, when he spilt chocolate milk all over you during lunch. or maybe it was tenth grade when during PE he hit you with a ball in the face and didn’t apologize. all you knew for sure was that, park gunwook is a fucking opposition and i fucking hate him

gunwook’s good grade only adds to your shitty mood, and you glare at the front of the classroom, burning lasers into the board. you aren’t sure how long you stay there for, until excited cries fill the room and you snap out of our trance.

“it’s snowing!” someone exclaims. quickly, everyone heads to the window excitedly but you only groan. great. fucking great. its snowing and i don’t have a fucking jacket. you turn away from the window, and plant your head onto your desk, facing away.

and from a distance, gunwook stares at you curiously, and worried. he furrows his brow, staring outside the window and then back to you. it’s cold, where’s her jacket? is she stupid?

you exhale the freezing, snowy air as you step outside of the school. you shudder, trying to capture the little warmth from your school blazer, wrapping it tighter around yourself in a feeble attempt. your horrible day plus the cold freezing weather tips you over the edge, as you feel tears welling up on your eyes once again. the only difference this time is that you can’t hold it in and you feel a tear roll down your cold cheek.

you take in a big sniff, not even trying to stop the tears anymore and start to walk.

“yah!” gunwook exclaims, out of breath at the exit of the school. “Hey!” he tries again. students stare at him strangely, but he ignores them and maneuvers around them. “Yah! l/n y/n!”. you whip your head around at his voice, and seeing you, your red ears, rosy cheeks, and teary face makes gunwook’s heart want to stop. he grabs your shoulders.

“hey! it’s cold out where the hell is your jacket!? are you stupid?” you can’t say anything, because all that comes out when you open your mouth is a incredibly pathetic sob.

“aw fuck man!” you exclaim, wiping your tears, “stop don’t look at me this is very embarrassing and i don’t want you especially to see this,” gunwook doesn’t say anything, only watching you as you wipe your tears aggressively.

“hey what are you—” you start, watching him, but you don’t get to finish your sentence, as gunwook suddenly wraps his scarf around you and throws his jacket at you.

“wha- what the f—”

“put it on,”

you can only sputter in surprise at his sudden kindness, gaping and not moving.

“gosh! put it on already,” he snaps, “raise your arms,”

“hey i don’t need you to put—”

“just shut up and let me help you, big crybaby,” you quiet down at his words, raising your arms. he takes his jacket and puts it onto your arms for you,fumbles clumsily with the zipper, then zips it all the way up.

“yah, park gunwook, what about you?” you ask. he doesn’t answer you however, only picking up his backpack from the ground and starting to walk away. “hey! gunwook! gunwook!?” you call, as he storms away. you give him a nasty frown from behind, before running to catch up to him. “helloooo??” you ask obnoxiously, waving your hands in front of him.

“what,” he says bluntly, teeth chattering.

“it’s cold, take your jacket back,”

”stop resisting it and take it! you need it more," he hisses. you watch as he shoves his hands into his thin uniform jacket, hunching up his shoulders at the cold and beginning to walk again. you stare down at the jacket and scarf, cheeks turning rosy.

“hey!” you call again, catching up to him.

“what,” he answers miserably, and very cold. you unravel the scarf from your neck, and quickly put it back onto him before he can protest and tie it tightly. you hesitate at your next move, before grabbing his hand out of his pocket and shoving it into the pockets of his puffer, your fingers intertwined with his. you look at him, and he looks back in surprise.

“my place is closer, we’ll walk there then take your jacket back and go home,” you mutter, “this is a one time thing okay!? know that i still fucking despise you,”

“i could say the same,” he retorts, but gunwook knows he’s lying. and he always has been. and you knew you were lying as well.

it was just one of those days, one of those days where you woke up ten minutes after your alarm. one of those days where your hair wouldn’t cooperate with you so you were forced to shove it into a messy ponytail. one of those days where you realized that the rest of your day would be bad as well.

it was just one of those days, one of those days where two liars could no longer lie anymore

Jake looks forward to his saturday night shifts for a lot of reasons, but none as good as you. The girl who orders for her group of friends at eleven at night on the dot, always two veggie pizzas, and always with a big tip.

You were a regular, of course, who he would jump to deliver to solely to see a room full of pretty girls batting their lashes at him despite his minimum wage status.

It got to the point even, that you'd request for him to deliver your food each time you order. Each tip got bigger, bigger, and bigger, up until Jake pulls up with your measly two veggie pizzas in a new car. With a new jacket, and a pretty smile.

What the pretty deliver driver didn't know? The fact that your friends hype you to try and get his number every single time he delivers.

The fact that sometimes you guys get a bit rowdy and tipsy, and go as far as making jokes about corny porno scenarios where he comes in with a large sausage for you, and oh no! you don't have money to pay! what ever shall you do?

It would stay as a funny little joke if it wasn't for the four plus hours of your friends hyping you. Saying, "come on, you never order a sausage pizza, he'll definitely pick up the hint. And if he rejects you, just play it off like a joke!"

You did. You did order that sausage pizza and, well, Jake did pick up the hint.

Driving to your house in silence, wondering why you suddenly added a winky emoji after his name in the delivery requests. Wondering why you suddenly ordered a pizza with an ingredient that resembles a dick. Wondering why he pulls up and you're alone when you answer the door in a scantily clad outfit and a shy smile on your face.

He's stunned to look at you tonight, to be honest, as he dips his head into your doorway with a confused face.

"Where are your friends?" He asks casually, leaning back and attempting to push your pizza forward and into your hands.

You shrug, pretending that they're not just around the corner listening.

"No one showed up tonight, I'm lonely." You play off the scenarios in your head, entirely because you really could just play it off like a joke.

"O- oh." Jake tries to smile at you, letting the puzzle pieces click together in his head. He really thinks you're implying right now. "I, um, I get off work at midnight, you know. If you're bored."

"Wait, really?" You ask, shocked that he doesn't appear to find this corny at all, but understanding far more as to why he offered when you note his eyes staring straight at the sheer pajama top you're wearing....with no bra.

"Um, yeah...if you want." He asks for your confirmation. "I could probably get off early too, it's slowed down a lot."

You smile, nodding to him as you take the single large sausage pizza.

"Okay then..." You say, kind of awkward and shy because you seriously can't believe that worked. "I'll see you in an hour then?"

He nods with a smile, clasping both hands in front of himself as if to hide the semi-hard on in his pants that you definitely notice.

And then he's gone, and you're standing there with a sausage pizza, a shocked face, and three girls rushing to giggle beside you.

♡♡♡♡

Naturally, and against the will of your friends, you have them pack up and leave the typical girl's night with a very sober uber as you sit in wait for midnight to strike.

And when it does? Jake shows up much as he said he would, in a plain t-shirt rather than his uniform, with a curious look in his eye because it does feel weird that he's here without a pizza exchange.

"So..." He says, rubbing the tip of his shoe into the frame of your door.

"So," You echo him, leaning against the frame yourself as you look at him.

"How lonely are you tonight?" He boldly asks.

You stay silent as you back up and flick your head to invite him in, still in your scantily clad pajamas with no underwear on.

"Lonely enough to order a fucking sausage pizza to get your attention?" You laugh, pointing to the uneaten pizza.

He lends you a laugh at that, which is a very nice sound.

"Was the sausage thing for real?" He finally asks when he sits on your couch with you.

"What do you mean?" You try to avoid the question, feeling dumb for even going this route to do this.

"Like, are you asking me to fuck you or do you actually just want to hang out?"

Well.

"Oh, um," You look away from him with a smile. "Could we not work it out to have both?"

Jake nods with a smirk, hand immediately landing against the button of his jeans as he looks at you.

"I think we can manage that."

And well, you do. Both of you do manage that.

You recall the events to your friends the next day, over how good he worked his tongue between your legs, over how good you worked your tongue on him.

They stopped listening around the time when you described the way you rode him right here, in the very spot on the couch they're sitting.

But their ears perked up a bit more at the description of how big his cock was, and how good it felt to have it split you open. Even better when he filled you up time and time again, until about four in the morning when he finally went home.

The best part about this? You don't even have to order a pizza to look at him next time. All you needed to do was snap a titty pic and Jake was risking his job to rush into your house just to fuck you up and against the little table in your entry way.

“since we shared a lot of kisses with each other… why don’t we take it to the next level..?” gunwook asks shyly, his cheeks all flustered.

“what do you mean by that? and why are you so… pink?” you chuckled, you held his cheeks with both of your hands, instantly feeling his warmth on your palms.

“like uh… make out? you know, the ones you see in movies? o-only if you’re ready! and if that’s okay with you…” he nervously asks you.

usually, both you would just share playful kisses, but it never crossed in your mind doing something like this with him. it doesn’t hurt to try and you trust him anyway.

“hmmm.. i’m cool with it,” you wrapped your hands around his neck, giving him an assuring smile.

“can i? um…” gunwook shyly asks, while pointing at your neck. you chuckled at his cute manner and nodded at him. he takes off his glasses, putting it down on the coffee table. he then attaches his lips on your neck, peppering tiny, playful kisses all over. “it tickles,” you giggled, but he stops.

“why’d you stop?”

“you said it tickles!”

“silly wookie, i was already getting a bit excited!!” you whined, your lips pouting at him for stopping as you away at him, pretending to be sulky.

“you’re so cute when you pout your lips, it makes me want to start… right here…” gunwook brings your head towards where his face is. he caresses your cheek, and then lifts up your chin. you met his eyes, both of you leaning in towards each other, as both of your lips collide at each other.

your mind went blank. all that you could ever think of was drowning into his plush, plump lips. gunwook held your hand as he tilted his head to further deepen the kiss, making you collapse on the sofa pillows. you then wrap your arms around his neck.

he then tries to sneak his tongue in to the crevices of your lips. curious, you also let your tongue out, thinking what he’ll do with it. he then swirls his tongue in to yours and you also did, as your tongues danced in to pure bliss for a while.

a string saliva connecting both of your lips as you both pulled out of each other’s lips, you unwrap your arms that were around his neck. “you good, baby?” he asked you breathlessly before he proceeds even further as your eyes met with his husky ones. you then looked at his face. his cheeks flushed out, lips all swollen, while he’s all breathless from the kiss. “fuck, was he always this hot?” you cursed to yourself, as this image of him slowly engraves into your mind. you stare back on to his eyes for a few more seconds before you nodded to him as a response.

gunwook gave you a soft smile, leaning on to your ear, tucking strands of hair to your ears. “your lips are so soft, as always,” he whispers to your ear. he wraps his hand around the back your torso, and the other held your arm. his lips landed on to your jaw, planting down a few peppery kisses from your jaw, going down to your neck.

he then delicately plants down wet kisses all over your neck. you tilted your head, giving him more access down on your neck. he then holds your waist with his large hands. the feeling of his lips and his hands altogether on you made you knees felt weaker and made your heart skip a beat.

gunwook finishes his kiss by placing one near your ear. “i love you, and i’m glad you trusted me with this one.” he whispers to your ear huskily. god, you always fall even harder when his voice turns even huskier than usual.

“i love you too, my wookie.” you whispered, putting your chin on top of his head. you felt a movement from him, and he then hovers himself on top of you. you were startled by this sudden action, he laughed at your reaction as he kisses your lips sweetly, both of you smiling through the kiss.

you felt a burning flame into your heart, knowing that this moment will bring you both in to a stronger and deeper connection. truly, this moment felt sweet and heavenly for the both of you.

gunwook fixes his position as he lies down by your side, turning around at your side, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “was i good, baby?” gunwook asks excitedly.

you turned around as you face him, “damn, i didn’t know you can kiss and makeout with a girl that good… then, why didn’t you do it earlier?” you giggled, as the smile on his lips while you complimented him turned into a pout.

“i was shy, okay? now that we’ve been together for months… i–” he stops at his sentence, finding the words as he sighed and gave up after a second. “you know… you get the point!” he says in defense, as you nodded and laughed on how cute he becomes when he’s being defensive on something.

“okay fine, i understand!” you answered back at his defense.

“well anyway, um.. thanks for trusting me and letting me try this for once.” gunwook finally settled down, sincerity and affection flowing through his voice.

“once? only once? that’s lame, i was expecting more from you soon,” you chuckled in response as gunwook rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“well, i’ll give you as many as i want, or as you want!” he giggles and leans in, both of your noses almost sticking at each other.