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You never understood why you had to be the one locking yourself in a room as if you weren't the one paying rent, and out of the kindness of your heart, let your hobo brother freeload off you. He should've been the one staying in his room instead of hogging the living room with his loser friends, but alas, you took the the role of the older sister, and let the boy do his shenanigans (for as long as your patience can handle, which you now think won't be very long).

Today was one of those days where you got comfortable on your couch, every limb of your body relaxing, in your pajamas that consisted of a lousy tank top and shorts. You don’t get these days often, most of your time spent wearing ugly work pantsuits. But of course, the comfort doesn’t last long—all of a sudden, Beomgyu's yelling for you to go to your room because someone's coming over. Again.

You’re about to take your stance, because fuck that, but he pulls you up like the little bitch he is and pushes you into a room, shutting the door before you could say another word.

"Fuck you Beomgyu! I swear to fucking god I'll kick your ass to the curbs tomorrow!" you yell at the closed door.

"No you wouldn't!" he yells back, and you raise a trembling fist in the air as if he could see, gritting your teeth, but drop it when you realize the little damned troll was right. You wouldn't go through with your promise any time soon, let alone tomorrow— you coddled your little brother too much.

When you defeatedly turn around, you immediately notice he put you in the wrong room, which pisses you off more. His room. The place was gross, clothes you're sure haven't been washed in ages discarded all around the room. Mostly on the floor.

You tiptoe to the bed, trying to avoid as much of the dirty underwear and socks, hesitantly sitting on his bed as if it was infested with bugs. Which was likely.

What you usually spend your time doing at times like these is a mindless scroll through your social media, effectively ignoring the unread messages. But when you pat around for a feel of your phone, you find your pockets are empty. You throw your head back, groaning. You left it on the couch because of how haste Beomgyu was being.

Sometimes a nap would do when he took too long to call it a day with his friends. This time, you almost fall asleep staring at the poster on the ceiling, until you figure out the voices that transcended through your walls. It was only Beomgyu and Soobin today, which meant that this might take the entire day.

Fucking great.

"It's down the street, I think." you open a shut eye, eavesdropping in what your brother was saying. Were they finally leaving? "Wait, hold on, I'll come back."

It's silent until suddenly, the door's pushed open, Beomgyu poking his head in. His brows are furrowed, one of confusion, "Why're you in my room?" You want to yell he pushed you into his shit bedroom but he shakes his head quickly, cutting off your incoming scolding,  like he was in a hurry. "Ya noona, that local convenience store's still open right?"

You roll your eyes. "Lotte mart? That's not local."

He deadpans. One thing about younger siblings was that they are impatient little shits. "Yeah, it's still open." you reply.

Not even a thanks, and he's gone. Which you expected— the exact reason you lied. They closed the location a few weeks back. He'd have to walk to the other closest convenience store, which was at least an hour away.

Serves him right.

The moment you hear the door closing shut, you get up from the bed, immediately heading out of the suffocating bedroom, and head to the living room to retrieve your phone. You don’t expect to see Soobin still there, focused on his phone—assuming he was going to head out with Beomgyu.

He senses someone’s here, so curiously he looks up and meets your eyes, then his widen like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“H-hi noona.” he quips.

You wave, giving him a quick smile– you definitely found him adorable …but you weren’t in the mood to get scolded by Beomgyu for talking to the boy. So you keep it short, walking to get your phone which rested on the arm rest to the right of Soobin.

“Hey Soobin. Just here to get my phone.”

He tucks his chin in at the proximity when you reach over him to grab your phone—you can even hear him gulp. Probably because your tits were hanging right in front of him. You give him a quick glance, tilting your head after you successfully retrieve your phone in hand.

Unfortunately, he was adamant on keeping his eyes on the TV screen, which had a game paused, so he practically stared into nothingness. You wish you had guys as cute as Soobin when you were attending college. Instead you were stuck with cocky frat boys who expected a fuck after getting you a shitty drink.

“You’re leaving?”

You halt before looking over your shoulder, “Yeah, taking a nap.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah…um, goodnight—I mean, have a good sleep, or sorry, have a good nap.”

You break into a grin, nodding at the boy. What a loss that he just had to be friends with Beomgyu.

Your legs still midway into the narrow hallway.

You don't have to lock yourself in your room. Beomgyu was gone. In fact, he'll be gone for the next three hours and that wasn’t in account of his turtle-like pace, if your estimation was correct.

You’re a data analyst for a living, of course your estimation’s correct.

So, you go back, trace your steps, and make yourself comfortable. On your own couch, in your own apartment. It’s ridiculous how rare you got the chance to do just that.

Soobin doesn’t ask questions, but he does end up straightening his posture the moment you plop down next to him. “Can you pass me the remote?” You gesture towards it with your chin.

He nods, quickly getting it for you. You hesitantly take it from him, feeling bad. Poor boy, it’s like you were making him uncomfortable with your presence. So you give him a break, scooting away, making the gap between you both awkwardly big.

“You don’t mind me watching, right?” you look at his face for a response. You could totally drop your show if he didn’t want to sit through it– you wanted to give him the option. Though to be fair, knowing Soobin as much as you did (which was admittedly limited, but he was easy to read), you’re sure he’d let you watch even if he did mind.

Which is exactly what happens as he shakes his head, “No, no, it’s okay.” You peer at him before shrugging and opening Netflix.

Unfortunately, as much as you try your best to focus on the drama, Soobin’s polite posture and silence bothers you. Usually, whenever the rare occasion of bumping into Beomgyu’s friends in the hallway happens, they try to strike up a conversation. But Soobin was rather…modest. Too modest.

You pause the show.

“Soobin.” With his name called, he immediately looks over at you. “You know you can talk to me right? I'm not the evil witch my brother paints me as, I promise.”

His eyes are wide, waving his hand in denial, still as formal as ever. “No, it’s—it’s not like that Noona! I know. I know I can talk to you, I mean. Beomgyu tells me you’re nice.” You tilt your head– you doubt that was true.

But you don’t bother. “Oh. Okay, great!” you pull up your legs on the couch, turning your full body to face him. “So, tell me Soobin, are you an introvert?”

He seems startled, like he didn’t expect you to actually start a conversation but it doesn’t last long as he nods meekly. “Y-yeah, sort of.”

“Mm, makes sense. You don’t really make eye contact when talking.” The moment the realization hits Soobin, you huff out a laugh at how fast he turns his head to look at you, his ears noticeably red.

“S-sorry Noona.”

You click your tongue, a little disappointed at how he was still so formal with you. “You don’t have to be so formal, you know? I’m only like, three years older than you.” It takes him a few seconds before he nods, though you could tell by the appearance of a dimple, that he wasn’t going to let the formal language go.

Oh well. You’ll work with it. “So, Soobin. Question. How come you’re a completely different person when playing games? You’re loud, but when in a conversation, your voice is as soft as it can be humanely hearable.”

He’s noticeably embarrassed as his face flushes. “You–you heard me?”

You chuckle, “It’s a little hard not to.”

Soobin isn’t louder than Beomgyu, but was very darn close. Which is a feat considering someone two floors above you came over to complain about Beomgyu once.

“I’m sorry, I–I don’t mean to. I’ll be careful next time.”

You furrow your brows, before lightly slapping his shoulder. “Hey, stop apologizing. I’m just joking around, I really don’t mind. Sort of already used to it.”

“Still—”

You shake your head, cutting him off. “Let’s talk about something else. Um…oh! Do you have a girlfriend?” you teasingly drawl the girlfriend bit like a middle school boy, in attempt of making him a tinge more comfortable.

He’s meek again, biting the inside of his cheeks before he lets out a quiet no.

You gasp at the revelation, a hand shooting up over your mouth. “But you’re so handsome! How come?”

You definitely played it up a bit— you weren’t that shocked that he wasn’t dating considering how often he came over and how long he stayed.

He gets flustered once more, and finally, a small smile appears. “I don’t know. Probably because I’m horrible at flirting. And probably not that handsome.”

You pout, “Not that handsome? ’M being completely honest, I think you’re the cutest guy I’ve seen in a while.”

He flushes, playing with his hands. “Yeah... cute not handsome”

You got closer to him somehow so you’re able to give him a light nudge. “Handsome too idiot.”

He smiles, looking at you with so much adoration you could just pinch his cute cheeks.

The entire time you spend talking to him felt a little more chill, his posture relaxing along with the flow of conversation being a little more natural— though you still carried it most of the time.

You found out he liked a number of things. Anime, manga, collecting figures, obviously gaming. All things you usually assumed to be a little nerdy, but it was cute how he lit up talking about his favorites regardless. You find out he’s majoring in chem too, which you would have never guessed.

You also find out Soobin might just be the most obvious peeker; truly terrible at being discreet.

You really had a hard time not laughing every time you caught his eyes so obviously looking down at your cleavage, which you forgot was so revealing through the tank top you wore. More than once does he subconsciously wet his lips before he tries to pretend like he was listening to you talk.

You understand why Soobin was friends with Beomgyu rather quickly. Most of Beomgyu’s friends were greasy pervert losers. Soobin not any different, you figured. Except it was cute on him.

"Beomgyu said you had a boyfriend.” he mumbles, the longest eye contact he’s held with you the entire time you’ve been talking to him.

You tilt your head. "…I don't? I haven't dated anyone since Yeonjun." at his silence, you figure he's not one of your girlfriends who knew the ins and outs of your dating history, "Which was four months ago."

His lips form an O shape, nodding slowly.

"Did you ask him? Why? Were you curious?" you tease, and enjoy the way Soobin stumbles on his words, cheeks quickly running hot. "N-no, he just told me."

You hum knowingly. Before you know it, you ramble about another topic but like the shameless boy he is, you catch how his eyes trail down again. This time, you decide to end it, it’s clear he wanted something so you clear your throat. The conversation was slowly dying anyway.

His eyes snap back up almost immediately, cheeks still a bright shade of pink. “Um s-so…”

“I was talking about my favorite boba place just now.” His iris panics before he chuckles nervously, “Y-yeah. That.”

You smile looking down at his hands and take a notice of how big they are. Your finger trails to one, fingertip running circles on his palm.

He’s startled by the sudden contact, but doesn't pull away immediately. “Girls at school would probably ruin that pretty face of yours if they caught you staring at their tits so openly.”

His eyes shoot wide open, pulling his hands from you like you just poured boiling water on it. “I wasn't–”

You cut him off. “I should've counted but it was probably a hundred times I've seen you look, pervert.”

His face is so red, he truly looked like a tomato. You also catch the glistening of his waterline, his lower lip quivering. “I'm sorry Noona please don't be mad I—“

“Good thing I'm not a girl from school, huh?" You're quick to stop his rambling, not in the mood to be the cause of someone's tears. "Do you want to see them?”

His brows perk up almost immediately, the crease of his forehead apparent, doe eyes looking at you so intently.

“My tits. Wanna see them?”

He nods profusely before he shoots up a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, was that a trick question? I’m sorry—”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Adorable.” you coo, booping his nose. He frowns at that.

"I'm not a kid noona, you always—" he cuts himself off when you grip the hem of your tank top, pulling them over your bare breasts swiftly, showing them to the younger boy. You relish in his reaction, ends of your lips twitching up at the way his mouth falls open, licking them as he openly stares.

God, he was such a pervert.

“Can I...can i—" his words fall dry.

“You wanna touch?”

“Please noona.”

You shrug. He scoots closer, cold hand hesitant on your breasts, sending goosebumps on your skin with the touch. “Soobin, its okay, you can touch them”

He prepares both hands above your breasts before finally holding them. He feels by a few squeezes and then he starts playing, fondling like he's never seen a pair before.

His breathing gets heavier the rougher he squeezes, and especially when his thumb glazes over your nipple, which is the confirmation you got.

He was a total loser.

You hold his wrist, getting Soobin to stop, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he slowly pulls away, wiping the slight drool on the corner of his lips. “Was I too rough—?”

"A little, but I don't mind." You get on him, straddling his lap. Soobins big eyes look up at you, gulping at the possibility that you'll let him do what he thinks you'll let him do.

You feel the bulge between your legs and laugh. "You got hard from touching me? Big baby."

He frowns, "I'm not a baby."

"Oh really?" You grab the back of his head, and shove his face between your chest. Sure enough, Soobin's mouth already latches onto one of your nipples, starting to suck. "See? You're such a filthy pervert, already sucking the moment I give you the chance."

He's stupid enough to muffle out a thank you as if letting him suck was like handing him water at deserted desert. Your shirt is over his head as his face was buried in between your chest, spit already all over it— he was incredibly messy. A bead of sweat breaks out, running down his forehead.

You're startled when he goes over to your left breast, not letting it go without attention. His tongue flicks your nipple then he starts sucking harshly making you hiss. “Hey—hey! Soobin, not too rough.”

He doesn't respond nor does he relent, very obviously busy with sucking on your nipple, his other hand having free reign on your chest. You take a hold of his hair and pull him off you, his face coming into full view, lips glistening with spit. He was a mess. "Soobin, be gentle. I'm serious."

He nods and you sigh, his head once again eagerly going under your shirt. His hips start bucking into you, trying to get off, and you're sure your chest is entirely covered with hickeys-- your nipples hard and sore from all his sucking. “Wanna be inside noona, wanna be inside you." he manages to moan, voice muffled against your chest.

You close your eyes shut when you feel his bulge pressed against your clothed slit, moving just slightly to get yourself off a little too. “Yeah? Wanna fuck me?” You feel the earnest nod of his head and it makes you pout fondly. You decide to throw him a bone, you were pretty hot and bothered anyway.

"Okay baby, I'll let you."

You've never had a man be so eager to fuck you, or for better words, be fucked by you. But that could be explained by your dating history being mostly if not all, tatted macho men who liked being nonchalant. Maybe you should fuck losers more often.

By losers, you mean cute ones like Soobin.

His dick looked intimidating when you ordered for him to take it out- the swollen tip, concerningly red, precum already leaking down the veins of his fat dick and... shit that length might break you.

He's visibly embarrassed. “Um, if its too much then you don't have too—“

You position yourself on top of him again, giving him a reassuring smile. "I can take it.”

His eyes are glistening, the living room already dark due to the lack of the previous sunlight-- it was already noon. You figure you like it when guys look up at you like you had the entire world lying on your hand- your brother's best friend's working like an awakening in weird ways.

You finally sink down on him, letting out a sigh the more his length disappears into your cunt, stretching you out all the more, already hitting places you weren't sure would hit.

His pliant head falls back on the couch when he feels the warmth of your pussy- his jaw slacked, drool trickling down his chin as he lets out a strained moan. "Noona, noona I—"

The flaring of his nose is the last hint before you feel his hot semen spurt out inside you, and just when you think it's over, you feel a little more shooting up. You stare at the boy quizzically- you hadn't even moved yet and he already came.

Soobin raises his head, lower lip quivering, so obviously embarrassed by his premature orgasm. "I-i'm sorry noona, I didn't mean to- oh my god, what's gonna happen now? I can't take care of a baby I'm still in c-"

"Woah woah, Soobin, calm your ass, I'm on the pill."

He looks at you silent with a few confused blinks, before letting out an exhale of relief. You're still practically sitting on his dick, but you still find it in you to tease him after his panic ensues, "What? Were you gonna abandon me after impregnating me? Didn't think you'd be the type Soobin. Maybe even good boys can be such bitches."

The panic returns into his eyes as he shakes his head adamantly denying your attack of his character, "No! Noona, I wouldn't do that, I swear! I-i-"

"You what?" you cut him off harshly on purpose, slowly raising yourself to finally ride his twitching cock.

He immediately senses the movement, your attempt of being slow and careful failing. He squeezes his eyes shut, and you hiss disapprovingly. "Answer your noona Soobin, what would you do if you got me pregnant?"

"W-would take care of you." He whines when you fall back on his dick, a staggering breath out his mouth. You're not sure if he could even last a mere five minutes of you riding him.

"Yeah? Open your eyes for me baby."

He does as you say, though his lids are heavy over his eyes. His gaze once again finds your chest lewdly staring at the slight bounce, and before you know it, his hands are kneading your breasts again. "I would pamper you up noona, take you to all the five star restaurants." he breathes out.

You snort at his foolish promises at the hypothetical you posed, "With what money idiot? If anything, I'd be the one pampering you up, you're still a college student with pending student debt. You'd have to start working a lot more if you'd want to pamper me."

His eyes roll back when you speed up your pace on his dick for a brief second, "F-fuck, Noona--"

You feel his cock twitching inside you, and once again, strips of his cum rush into you. You wondered how much before you milked him dry? Because the boy was still as eager as ever, head going forard in attempt to latch his mouth on your nipple again, hips bucking up against your already steady pace. "I'd work ten shifts to provide for you and- mmf-- and our baby noona." he cutely muffles against your nipple.

You laugh-- he was as naive as ever, but you appreciated the thought. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Your finger twirls a strand of his black hair, the innocent act in direct opposition of the filthy sound of skin on skin, combined with Soobin's fresh load making it a lot more squelching, that bounced of the walls.

"Soobin, g-good boy, suck my tits like a good boy." Your breathing gets heavier, the way he fills you up is turning out to be a lot more addicting than you thought it'd be. You assumed pain, which yeah, it still was a little painful, but you got used to it very quickly able to start feeling the pleasure overwhelm your senses.

Soobin pulls away from your chest with a pop, slowly raising his head over your shirt to look at you. "Noona?" he calls out with half lidded eyes.

"Yeah?"

"You really don't have a boyfriend right?"

You're caught off guard with the question. Obviously if you had a boyfriend you wouldn't be riding his fucking dick.

He catches your miffed look and is quick to defend himself despite your pussy clenching around him, "I-it's just-hah! Fuck- noona, it's just someone was blowing up your phone earlier- and I didn't mean to peek but- cumming, I'm cumming noona!" he cries out, successfully letting out his words before he actually orgasms.

You had picked up your pace with every word he spoke, attempting to not ruin your own high, and sure enough, you reach it, cumming in unision with Soobin's, your head exhaustedly falling onto his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

Under you, Soobin's body was shaking, still feeling spurts of his cum. "The contact name was Yeonjun."

Your daze snaps, head shooting up at the mention of your ex. "What?"

"He kept on calling so I thought that might've been your boyfriend...but then you told me he was your ex." he replies, voice hoarse you think as a result of his rather loud whines earlier.

"I wasn't lying Soobin, he really is my ex."

"I-i wasn't accusing you of lying it's just...I don't know, I thought that maybe..."

Your subconscious drowns out Soobin's rambling, still confused that Yeonjun was ringing you up in the first place. What for? Did he leave something that he forgot to take four months ago?

That wasn't likely. You remember the day he came over to take his things very vividly. With how urgently he looked, you figured Yeonjun was serious about his belongings.

So, what was it?

With Yeonjun, it was on and off. In a way that surely couldn't be healthy for either party involved. Which is the exact reason you mutually decided to break it off a few months ago, cutting off all contact. You even blocked his socials. Each one. Instagram, snapchat, twitter, facebook.

Except for the most important, most relevant way of contact- his phone number, of course. And look how that decision bit you in the ass. You're totally overthinking why Yeonjun decided to call you, and you will when you go to sleep later today, and then the day after and-

You're not falling down that rabbit hole again.

You start moving your hips again pushing through the uncomfortable feeling. Soobin was less resilient, a disapproving whine coming from the back of his throat when you grind in his lap, his dck still deep inside you rubbing between your walls. "Noona--" he shrieks, when you start bouncing again, this time a lot harshly as you bit down on your lip.

"No more, can't- nng-" you shut up his blabbles by stuffing your breast in his mouth again. Of course it did the job.

"Filthy boy, you'd probably enjoy sucking my tits when I'm lactating."

His teary eyes look up at you, needy and twinkling under the dim light that was the living room. He wasn't denying it. Instead, he swirls his tongue around your bud, clearly getting off the thought.

"Fuck, you really are filthy." you breath out. Speeding up your pace, Soobin's unable to stay latched onto your nipple, jaw-slacked, his brows pointing upwards, unable to urge you to stop. Instead, he helps you out by bucking his hips forward, slamming his dick inside you.

A knock on the door gets you to halt your movement. Soobin still moving erratically under you. But then you slap him gently, trying to get his attention. “I think i heard—“

The knock of the door cuts you off. Facing Soobin with a wide eyed look before you jolt off him, hurriedly looking for your underwear and shorts. You lost track of time, clearly! If Beomgyu finds out you fucked his best friend, you'd be done for. He'd hate you for life. Never talk to you again.

“Soobin hurry the fuck up and go answer!” You shout in a hushed voice, frantically pulling up your shorts.

He nods, the panic contagious as he stumbles around pulling up his pants. You take a second to look over him and you curse under your breath. His cheeks were flushed red, swollen lips glistening with spit, hair strands poking out all over- fuck, he looked bad.

You attempt to pat his hair down, at least to make it a little neater, but a third knock and you're sprinting towards a room, hiding behind your shut door.

You press your ears against your door, hoping to pick up how the conversation was going. A few beats of silence, and you finally hear the unlocking of the door after a few struggling attempts from Soobin.

“Who are you?" you furrow your brows- that wasn't your brother. "Oh wait, are you one of Beomgyu’s friends?”

It was Yeonjun.

At the realization, you crack your door open, trying to peek down the hallway. You didn't have a good view but you figured it'd do.

“Yeah? Who are you?” you hear Soobin ask, his breathing sounding like he just ran a marathon. You squeeze your eyes shut- could he at least try to mask what just happened? Be a little less obvious?

“Tell Y/N for me I came over. Say it was Yeonjun.” You catch the way Yeonjun's eyes visibly look up and down the younger boys state, wondering if he caught on. “Her boyfriend. Tell her her boyfriend came over.”

Soobin bites the insides of his cheeks in attempt to not bark back at the lie, opting to just nod. “Um, yeah, sure.”

Yeonjun nods, flashing him a smile before patting his shoulder. “You look rough buddy, take care.”

Sure enough, Beomgyu shows up right then and you out of instinct close your door shut when you recognize his mop hair. Though it seemed no matter what, you couldn't escape his annoyingly blaring voice. "Oh? Yeonjun? Hey dude, haven't seen you in a while."

Yeonjun greets him like they've been close since forever... which is total bogus, they barely talked. Yeonjun finally excuses himself because he was 'just leaving'. Leaving Soobin and Beomgyu alone.

You once again try to pry in their conversation, praying Soobin could play off the way he looked and you could finally head to the comfort of your bed.

"Sorry I took long, my bitch sister lied to me. Deadass had to walk five hours to get these- You good Soobin? You look sick."

You briefly smirk sinisterly at the fact that you got Beomgyu's ass, but then the cold sweat breaks out again because the stupid fuck noticed! And now, you're impatiently tapping your foot on the floor, awaiting Soobin's response.

"Yeah dude, sorry, um, I-I have to go use the bathroom."

Internally you slap your palm on your forehead, to hell with being convincing. Consequences of choosing Soobin out of all of Beomgyu's friends to fuck you guess. The one who you deemed to be the worst at being discreet...

YEONJUN...

that's a hot boss right there!

like everyone physically, verbally calls him as that

oh it's completely unethical.

but he's like flinging his wrist in 'aw stop it' but secretly he's buzzing like a vibrator

brags it to his group chat

completely clueless that everyone does it to get in his good side

and some *cough* *looks away* in his pants..

the type to go jogging in the morning and come to the office right after, glistening with sweat beads on his skin and the end of his hair

in his slutty biker shorts while jingling his pink tumbler and twirling his car keys on his fingers.

everyone just assumed that he'd be a nepo baby

but no!

he earned his way to the top!

everyone knows it because he gives that speech at every dinner party, year end parties, ceremonies, sport meet, team marathon—you just name it and he's there with his mic.

there's literally a mic in the office with his name encrusted in crystals; he bought it himself.

along with the poster of his interview and photoshoot with a reputable magazine for being the hottest boss of 20XX in all of south korea!

soobin: *reads off the smudged ink on his palms* yes our boss *squints* is mega *squints harder* bootylicious…

now you're like a low worker in the office

basically a contract worker

and you need to be hired bc you need to ✨pay your bills✨

so to get on the good side of your coworkers and your boss

you're like yes i'll do extra work

and they are like ok thank you bye and scurry off like little rats.

that's how you're stuck in the office late at night when everyone had left

rotting away in front of a spreadsheet

you're like this close to melting into your keyboard when you hear loud shriek from the far end of the floor

at first youre like it,,, damn am i crazy lol

so you get back to counting money your manager has spent on hoes and try to make it seem like a company spending

and then you hear it again

this times it's a reasonably higher in pitch and sounds a lot like your big boss, the so called hot boss of the branch

you try to ignore it

you really do, you DON'T want to interact with someone

but word in the office is that yeonjun is very generous and getting on the good side of the hot boss might get you a permanent position

also you don't think you can focus on the petty money laundering of your manager rn with your brain occupied by the hauntings of missed opportunities

so you stalk to his cabin and you're about to know when you hear in another loud screech

so on instinct you burst open the door of the cabin, and there's yeonjun perched on top of his expensive chair, with his even more expensive shoes

he points it to you and yells,

"A ROACH!"

you're reasonably hurt because sure you're a low paying contract worker and he's the head of the branch, and super rich but that doesn't give him the right to call you, a living respectable human being a filthy ins—

"there's a fucking roach there on the floor,"

you look at him dumbfounded for 3 seconds before it registers that he did not just call you an insect but there's actually one

so you're looking down to find the said culprit

"and it flies!"

that's when your heart started to beat faster

any insect that flies is a menace to the society but you need to be brave

for him and for yourself, and possibly a permanent position at the office.

you look around the floor and find the cockroach on the floor, without any movement. figuring out this is the time to attack

you take your heels and lunge on it, squashing the vile monster into a small mass of diabolic goo

"sir its gone!" you gleefully exclaim before even looking up

but when you do, you see the expanse of his enchanting eyes brimming with glittery gratification

and that's how you win the permanent working position

and also the hot boss's affection

although you are not quite sure how to handle the attention he has been showering you

especially the extra meaty lettuce wraps he hands you in the company dinner completely unaware of the kind of reaction it emits from his team

if you weren't already aware of the rumors that his eccentric behavior was sprouting, you were sure him giving your lousy manager the stink eye sealed the deal

the chattering around the office was so loud that HR had to be involved and he was explaining how ' you're HIS SAVIOUR! "

right at the moment you entered with some important papers and his eyes met yours once again

and that's when HE realized it was not just the gratitude but also something more

perhaps love,, <3

basically he's the last to know

some of the people who had a crush on him did give you dirty looks here and there but majority of the office were absolutely entertained in the way the hot boss was infatuated with you all while trying to act like himself normally

you found it cute too ngl

you were in love with him too, but you kinda wanna let it go on for a few days more before coming clean to him about your feelings.

when you reciprocate he gifts you a matching pink tumbler.

SOOBIN...

he's like the gossip monger of the entire branch

has tea on everyone

literally nothing goes out of his sight, he knows everything—as it is happening.

oh yurim from accounting department is pregnant? he's the first to know

jaeseok from the IT department has been two timing with his colleagues to get his work done for him? obviously soobin knows who the two colleagues are and how he manages to bag them both!

minhee from the editing team has explosive diarrhea—you just know it!

actually the last one everyone knows tbh

you cant frequent a bathroom five times in a hour and keep this things away from your coworkers

they are like your family.

you bet your sweet ass he dropped off pills for the poor girl too

this is why no one can find fault in soobin

even though he knows your dirtiest little secret, you can't hate him because he never gives you a chance to.

he's more like the messiah of his marketing department.

basically he runs this forum on the company website that everyone knows who operates but because of such cult like fan following, no one has the balls to expose him

unless they all want to be canceled overnight

but no one really knows how he works and gets his intels tbh

it's like the third top secret of the company

the first being how the hell did beomgyu get a job and the second being, how the hell does beomgyu keep his job?!?

even though soobin has his eyes on everyone

no one can really find anything about him

like of course he'd be at every company dinner, laughing his ass off at the lame ass joke his superior is cracking but also the karaoke nights right after but come always on time the next day

he's always so prim and proper

vogue 72 question guy called and asked for an interview for it

but his answer? he just has nothing to hide!

but you've always called bullshit on it tbh

everyone has a secret no matter how little it maybe

since he has exposed your tiny little addiction to carbohydrates on his forum for bringing a portable stove from home and making your own fancy ramen late at night during your over time hours

your eye twitches every time he enters your vicinity

you're just waiting for the time get a chance to nab his head using the step stool you keep hidden inside your cubicle

that's when you start to tail him everywhere to find his filthy little secret to expose him

but all you get is him buying fresh bread from a bakery, helping an elderly couple to cross the street, saving a toddler from a car accident, using his height to help get a cat down who was stuck in a tree—

you were almost starting to believe in his infuriating statement, that maybe, he's just such a humble human that he has nothing to hide

until the cat just walks out of the bag right in front of you

he's a weeb lmao

right in front of you, on a weekend night you were walking back home after buying some cheap beer, was soobin

in his gojo satoru cosplay

you can tell that's him even if his eyes are hidden with the black cloth or through that synthetic white wig

at first he doesn't notice you, talking to his friend while he's rocking the whole cosplay

i mean even youre shell shocked like sure everyone enjoys anime, even you do! so could soobin!

but you just didn't expect him to bust out in a full cosplay

after the initial shock fizzles out, you're yelling out to get his attention

you're just curious, the whole revenge thing you had out for soobin didn't even click yet

but as soon as he realized it was someone from his office, man just used his leg power and started to run the opposite direction

and your first reaction was to run after him

"ITS OKAY SOOBIN EVERYONE HAS THE RIGHT TO BE THEMSELVES!"

"STOP FUCKING FOLLOWING ME!"

so after a while he thankfully stops bc you were fr about to puke on the sidewalks

he's begging you to not out him and even if you were mad at him but that doesn't mean that you were such an evil being to blast him like that

not in such a heinous corporate society, you wouldn't even wish it upon your worst enemies!

even though you pinky promised him on the sidewalk while sharing your beers about not telling this to anyone.

soobin has been extra careful around you

man will be stirring his piping hot relaxing tea in the staff kitchen

sees you approach

chugs the whole thing down and scurries out without making eye contact

stops talking in the middle of his sentence when you enter the room

it's kinda fun to see him like that but you also wonder how does he run a whole gossip girl blog when he himself is like that

it would have been all fun and giggles if the office didn't start talking about how you and soobin have beef now

and now they are picking soobins side

bc he has the ability to turn all of their life into hell if wanted to

once again you're reminded of the female oppression in such a heinous corporate world

so you corner soobin just out of the man's toilet late at night and have a serious talk with him

heart to heart

you remind him that you won't tell anyone him about his after work activities also tell him about some of your anime characters for victim solidarity

and you two warm up in the place laced with wafting smell of pee and sanitizer

he even gifts you a whole packet of name brand ramen and a case of butane gas

and youre sure you've fallen love with him, right there and then

and so does he when you buy some white mascara and a better wig.

BEOMGYU...

beomgyu is the enigma of the production department

in the worst way possible

is always seen in other people's business more than his own

"honestly i think you should break up with him, like if he cheated once, he's gonna do it twice."

"i know ri—"

all his past managers have a medical history of chronic migraines and probably some other hidden illness they can't even disclose because of him

has been cited with name for a number of superior's resignations

yet personally he's like the cockroach who will survive anything

also casually steals lunch from the community fridge and tries to blame it on the new intern, huening kai

but everyone knows it's him

everyone thinks he's a nepo baby

but he personally tries to start a rumor that he has slept his way to the top

with an winky face

no one agrees tho

beomgyu just looks like an overactive virgin no matter which angle you look at him in.

probably has scanned his ass on the printer and also might have accidentally replaced actual analysis paper with it

"I might have wasted their time, but they have also seen my ass in it's rawest form, I think it's a win for them either way."

no one really knows how he got that job and how hes able to keep it up

everyone knows that he turns up all his research perfectly with the best rate of efficiency.

that's why the office puts up with him

beomgyu is like, yeah sure it's my intelligence but also this raw sex appeal to raise the attraction quotient of the office.

taehyun is somewhere in the corner, stabbing a pen into his palm with a glare, boring a hole into beomgyus back

beomgyu: see im so hot even my backs burning up

you are from the designing team and you've been recruited recently so you don't really know about beomgyu's whole reputation

but you're paired with him for a project and you two have to come up with the perfect valentine's day sales project

at first beomgyu is like super friendly

like way too friendly showing you the production department

giving little introductions for everyone

'this is jaehyun—he has a severe gas problem, so beware of giving him anything with eggs."

you're very intrigued but also like, a little scared youre not gonna lie

but that soon turns into bouts of sudden admiration for the man when you see him more and more

sure he has the attention span of a toddler and whines at every chance given—but he sure is super, duper passionate when it comes to his job

and isn't it the most important thing?

as you two work on it more privately, his colleagues start seeing a positive change in his behavior

and one night they all lie to beomgyu that they will get off early and once you and beomgyu are out of the office they all huddle up together

putting up a graph, a pie chart and recruit a tarot card reader on zoom on what's the cause of his sudden change of behavior

and everything points to one thing: you

after he started to work with you he has reasonably become more bearable and everyone pledges an oath to do anything to make the most of it

even if it's by setting you two up

they would give you a very fancy dinner of wagyu as a consolation prize if it did work out

so the next day during you guy's meeting the other team members are like

you and beomgyu should go on a few date to see how restaurants do the whole valentine thing

you:wha—

beomgyu: perfect!

that's how you two end up with a list of restaurants to check out for their valentine day schemes

you and him end up doing a lot of couple theme games for stuff

also research ofc ofc

but through all this you get to see him in so many ways that you cannot help but realize that maybe you did end up developing a little crush on the eccentric man

you guys are sitting outside a convenience store, eating popsicles and discussing about the couple game you two were forced to play and how they really blindsided beomgyu or else he would have won surely

you're like sure sure, with all your attention on the melting popsicle in your hands

he's like, this has been so fun it's like we're an actual couple

yk he's joking but you can't help but feel the heat rush to your cheeks

which gives him more leverage to tease you further

beomgyu: you're good at pretending that you like me

you: maybe because I actually do

and beomgyu almost chokes on the stick of his popsicle

but good thing! you two start dating!!!

beomgyu's teammates try to give you a hush hush wagyu beef dinner but beomgyu sniffs the utter betrayal and decides to join anyway

but he can't refuse that they were actually very helpful

oh and the product becomes a massive hit

u guys are the office's it couple now

beomgyu urges the new interns to call you and him, mom and dad.

TAEHYUN...

he's the manager from hell

when you look at him he kinda looks like the flower boy new intern

but in reality he is probably that senior who will not hesitate to eat you whole if you even do as little as give him a report with wrong font

always in a prim and proper attire

you won't ever catch him with one strand of his hair out of place

the talk in the company is that he is probably the owner's son

like why else would you care so much about the company?!?! hmmm sussy

even the marketing team's messiah, soobin, can't get under his skin

beomgyu, coming into the scene spinning in his chair: hm taehyun looks like your thongs are in a twist

taehyun: *kicks beomgyus chair out of his way and doesn't spare a second glance*

he's always on time

like do you live here bro

wasn't caught slacking a day in his entire career

and thats how the owners son rumors died down

he's is so cut throat omg. he has made so many people cry (deserving only.)

like he's so precise with his insults it's kinda commendable

"wow your nails are so pretty, shows you much you've never worked a day in your life :D"

his seniors asks him to come to the office to relay their disappoints to the workers who has been slacking off

he's so nice and precise with his harsh words that it could actually land him a nice paying side hustle

but he will do it for free

not everything in this world has a price!

everyone is scared of the finance department because of him

no one really wants to be trained under him

there are literally rumors about new recruits crying and leaving the company to become streamers and gamers because of taehyun

he only blames it on their weak mentality

taehyun: workplace is a jungle and only survivors survive the jungle.

wow taehyun you're so profound

had a calendar with motivational quotes to provide him energy to conquer each day

keep your head high king

always seen with a protein shake in the office

one time yeonjun who was visiting the office, accidentally drank taehyuns shake kept in the fridge

he couldn't feel his mouth for an hour

you actually trained under him when you were newly hired

and you hated every goddamn bit of it

everything about the devil of finance department was true and you were one of the surviving victim of his boot camp enough to tell the tale

and you did not keep your mouth shut

half of his brutish rumors comes from your mouth

you think of it as compensation from all the harsh treatment you got from him

sure you need to be strict with your interns if you're training them.

but he used to shut the doors at your face of you came late even by a minute or two

safe to say you did hold a bit of the grudge

and taehyun acts as if you didn't exist

now imagine a scene where you two are to do a couple dance thanks to the dumb idea of doing a raft for the cultural program of the company

taehyun: so here's my resignation—

you are like, ok why do you hate me

and taehyun scoffs in your face, like very loudly

and mind you this is happening in front of yall superior's face who are like, wow such chemistry

they'd set fire to the set

even after trying a various attempts of getting away without doing the godforsaken dance

you two are alone in the practice room, brooding over ideas on how to get away

when you finally get up and walk over to taehyun who's sitting in the corner of the room

"so you can break my leg so we can get away!"

and taehyun is genuinely looking at you with concern and sadness

"you hate me that much huh"

and you look at him and he's like a wet kitten who got kicked and your heart wrenches.

"a little" you sigh but quickly add in

"you were an asshole during the training period, maybe if you had toned down little"

he's like, okay but what about discipline

and you tell him about the concept of teaching with kindness and for the first time you have a heart to heart conversation with him and you realize wow okay,,,maybe he's,,, not that bad?

and he's not bad loo—

you slap yourself into consciousness and you lie to him that there was a mosquito

taehyun knows you're lying and he's finds it kinda cute

so you both decide to actually practice

and actually you both fr have a good chemistry

and the whole raffle thing becomes a hit

you two come out as a couple and the interns who are being trained under taehyun now shower you with gifts as the one who tamed the bull and also for being their precious alumnus

HUENING KAI...

now that's a real flower boy intern!

he's like one of those new recruits

always on time, smelling like freshly done laundry and hope that is not yet crushed by the mean managers

becomes a crowd favorite as soon as he enters the department to be trained

people actually try to feed him

like he'd be here to get coffee order for someone

and some elderly workers would be trying to shoot a cookie in his mouth like those basketball chads and he actually let's them!

older lady: *misses*

hyuka, clapping to cheer the old lady like a coach: that's okay! we can do better! we got time!

he actually doesn't got time

even if he's the sweetheart of the department doesn't mean he doesn't have thousands of files to photocopy or get correct order of bajillion coffee orders

messes up literally everything tho

soobin: hyuka why does my coffee taste like soap?

hyuka:...

but gets a "he's a new kid" pass

and one of the dudes who actually deserves it because sure, who cares if he's a little worthless in the office noW HE MIGHT BE USEFUL IN THE FUTURE!

he's a little child and he's just learning

and he makes it up than enough by running around the office every time to run errands to whomever asks him of anything

it's as if… he is… not… the son of the owner of the company..

hyuka was one of the fair breeds of rich

he'd be playing golf with his dad and then he was like dad i wanna join our company

his dad throws away the golf club to go hug his son but before he could engulf him in a bear hug and give a whole speech that is written and edited in a piece of paper

hidden in a special pocket designed in his undergarment for times like this

"as an intern, i wanna try to earn my place."

his father throws a bitch fit like bro i did this all for u and now u wanna be amongst the commoners

hyuka is like, yes

and after a bit more of the bitch fit his dad agrees

and that's where his struggle story starts

even tho getting in was easy but keeping up a whole facade of being a normal boy who just has a dream of becoming big in the corporate world is hard

like imagine the horrors of not being able to wear his cartier in the office!! if only he got caught!!

or drinking instant coffee?!?? commoners coffee?!

although he has quite grown accustomed to that taste

much like everyone you were also unaware of hyuka's high status but considering that you were his direct senior, he had to spend a lot of his time under your tutelage

but the thing is you're not used to training anyone so you're like,,, ok get me two copies of this paper and a relaxing tea

and he's like, on it boss!

at first it was kind of awkward to have him around you all the time but as time passed he started to grow on you

and even hyuka started to grow fond of you

perhaps more than a senior junior relationship

okay basically he likes u and he almost let that shit out but thankfully he passed out before that

and as your direct junior you have to take care of him so everyone leaves you two and goes to any other bar to continue the party

and you are here, groaning while lunging his half conscious body and try to get his eyes open to get into his phone to call someone over

and then you call his speed dial and when they pick up you introduce yourself as his senior

as soon as the words oh are you kai's mother leaves your mouth, hyuka shots up and literally snatches his phone away from your ears

he's like, hahahahaha, im so awake.

devil may work hard but hyukas mom works harder

before you two can wrap up your conversation at the entrance of the bar, an audi comes to pick him up

and two men come out and starts calling hyuka sir and acting like he is their boss

hyuka wanted the ground to open and to swallow him up

so he just settled on coming clean to you

he knows you enough to know that you won't tell anyone about it nor would you use him

and he's so right because since that night you pledge to protect his identity

and he's like

*proud smile, clicks your picture and sends it to his mom* your future daughter in law

hyuka also got the balls to say that he likes you fr and then you two drank instant coffee to celebrate the beginning of your relationship

copyrights 2023— itgirlgyu!!! feedbacks are appreciated! drop a comment on whose love story you liked the best!!

Your own father chose money over you. The man who watched you grow up chose paper over his own blood.

You never thought the strength of a relationship between parent and child would decide whether the parent would leave their child for death or not.

You were always convinced that because at the end of the day he was your father, he would take a bullet for you. Never had it crossed your mind that maybe he was the one behind the gun all along.

It felt absurd. Absolutely ludicrous. But you started realizing Yeonjun wasn't the enemy. And he maybe never was.

It had always been your father and his corrupt company. Yeonjun just helped you find out.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to sob your heart out.

You needed to get all the pain out of your system because it was starting to burn your chest from the inside. But no tears would leave your eyes, no cries would fall from your lips. You were frozen, numb.

The only thing you wanted now was to fall asleep and never wake up. You didn't feel like there was anything to wake up to anymore.

Suddenly you heard a few muffled sounds come from the hallway, and a few seconds later there was a knock on the door.

"Y/n? it's me."

If you'd tell someone you recognized the voice of the person who held you hostage just by the way your name sounded coming from their mouth, they would've probably considered you insane.

But at this point, nothing and no one seemed sane anymore. The situation, your parents, Yeonjun, you.

"Can I come in?" His voice broke the silence again. It was softer than usual. Softer than when he was talking to his men, or when he had just taken you.

But it would've been stupid to say it was just his voice that got softer toward you.

"Yeah." Your voice sounded broken and hoarse but it was all you could do.

The doorknob turned and slowly the door opened, revealing the black-haired man you were once so afraid of. You felt a lot of things towards him now but fear wasn't one of those things anymore. That feeling was long gone.

Yeonjun's dark eyes examined you and you could immediately notice the worried expression on his face.

The world was completely upside down. The person who held you hostage was worried for you and your own parents weren't.

Your eyes fell on the tray he was holding in his left hand. There was a small blue bowl with hot soup in it and next to the bowl two sandwiches.

You blinked a few times, suddenly feeling a lump grow in your throat. He personally brought you food. He didn't get any of his men to send it this time or make you come get it. He brought it himself.

Yeonjun walked into the room and cleared his throat.

"Y/n, you have to eat something."

You knew you did. You hadn't eaten for almost two days. But even though you started feeling nauseous at the empty feeling in your stomach, you just couldn't bring yourself to eat. Who was there to stay healthy for, to stay alive for? Your parents weren't waiting for you back home anymore.

Home.

Did you even have one anymore?

"Please," Yeonjun whispered, the desperation in his voice surprising you.

It shouldn't surprise you.

Both you and Yeonjun knew that things weren't like they had been anymore, feelings weren't the way they used to be anymore, and you two... You two weren't strangers anymore. You were more—much more.

The thought scared you. You were petrified to face what was starting to grow between you and the man you should be hating, should be terrified of.

So you chose to stay blind, to stay oblivious to what was happening in your heart.

As long as neither of you said anything out loud, the changed feelings didn't exist.

Yeonjun let out a sigh when you didn't reply and he put down the tray on the small cupboard next to the bed.

You averted your eyes from him and let them focus on the floor again.

"Can I...?" Yeonjun asked as he gestured at the empty space beside you on the bed.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds as you felt your heartbeat speed up.

You blinked a few times and frowned: your heartbeat fastening its pace was the first thing you really felt in the past eighteen hours. 

Looking up at Yeonjun, gratefulness colored your eyes and you nodded.

The left corner of Yeonjun's lips slightly tugged upward, not expecting you to not push him away. He was glad you didn't.

Yeonjun sat down on the bed, the left side of his body angled toward you as he stared down at you.

"I'm sorry you found out the way you did," he started, his voice low.

His hand rested on the mattress and Yeonjun hated the way it was craving to touch you, to brush the strands of hair out of your face, to stroke your cheek.

He shouldn't be thinking these things. He knew he shouldn't.

He cleared his throat again.

"And I'm sorry it happened in the first place."

The lump in your throat suddenly returned and you blinked a few times. Were you finally going to cry? Were you finally going to be able to let out your feelings?

You didn't want to feel numb any longer. You couldn't carry the big ball of pain inside your body anymore. It was too draining, too exhausting.

To your dismay, again no tears came and you let out a shaky sigh.

"I'm sorry for everything, Y/n."

You looked up to connect your eyes with Yeonjun's but he wasn't looking at you.

The way his jaw was clenched and his eyebrows furrowed, the way he was avoiding your eyes as he stared at the mattress made you realize just how sorry he was. But for some reason, you didn't feel like he was the one who should be apologizing. Even after everything that happened between Yeonjun and you, even after everything he did to you, right now you felt like your father was the only one who should be apologizing.

"It isn't your fault my father doesn't care for me," you managed to let out, feeling pathetic.

Yeonjun shut his eyes for a second at the way your voice sounded so broken when mentioning your father.

"I am sorry," he repeated, his voice merely above a whisper.

He hated that this was happening to you. If there was anyone who didn't deserve all of this, it was you.

He hated himself for bringing you into this situation in the first place.

But he hated your father more. Because Yeonjun realized that even if he hadn't started all of this, your father would've still screwed you over one way or another. Yeonjun remembered the words your father had said.

"Selling her doesn't mean the end of the world for her. She'll live. Don't be so soft, boy."

Yeonjun felt sick at the memory.

"It's okay," you whispered and your eyes wandered to Yeonjun's hand that was resting beside you. For some insane reason, your own hand tingled to touch it.

You couldn't do that.

As long as none of you acted upon the changed feelings, they didn't exist.

Yeonjun opened his eyes and he physically felt his heart weaken at the sight of you.

He couldn't do this— couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He needed to touch you, to hold you: to let you know you weren't alone.

He just needed to.

So without being able to contain himself any longer, his hand slowly made its way to your cheek.

You blinked a few times when you felt his calloused fingers softly stroke your skin.

Your heart skipped a beat.

There it was again; you were feeling something again. And Yeonjun was the reason for it.

Again.

"Baby, look what you've done to me," Yeonjun whispered, the words so quiet, you wondered if they were even meant to have been said out loud.

His eyes focused on the way his fingers stroked your cheek. Your skin felt soft under his touch and the fact that your face was small enough for him to hold with his hand made Yeonjun feel something in his heart.

"Look what you've done now."

Your eyes turned glossy as you looked at him.

"Yeonjun..." Your voice was barely audible but it was enough to make Yeonjun snap out of his trance.

He shut his eyes for a second and slowly shook his head, the touch of his hand leaving the skin of your cheek as he stood up.

"I should go."

You felt the lump in your throat grow.

"Please, eat your food. I need you to-" he cleared his throat, "you need to strengthen up."

You nodded, your mind blurry as you sat up straight and grabbed the tray from the cupboard.

Yeonjun nodded too, feeling relief wash over him at the sight of you taking hold of the bowl of soup and warming your hands with it.

He walked to the door but just when he was about to exit your room, your voice made him pause.

"Thank you, Yeonjun."

He slowly turned around and the moment his eyes connected with your teary ones, the vulnerable expression in them contrasting the way they had looked when he first met you, he knew one thing for sure.

He was going to make your father pay.

You couldn't hide the way your mouth fell open at your best friend's suggestion, so out of left field you couldn't help but laugh before fully processing the fact that he was serious.

"What."

"Don't look at me like that! I...I don't know, you just keep complaining, so I was just like, why not. I mean, I don't mind." You still gape at him, the way he was so casually on his phone as if he didn't just ask you to use him for your sexual pleasure.

And as if he didn't just completely ignore the fact that you had someone you've already committed yourself to!

Like he's reading your mind, Beomgyu speaks up again, looking at you this time as if attempting to persuade you. "It's not cheating if we don't kiss."

You would've laughed again at the bogus logic if this wasn't the situation that it was. You're a doting girlfriend, you admire your man, but it's been years and there hasn't been a single improvement made in the bedroom. You've tried the talking, guiding, everything!

But it seemed no matter what, you were left high up dry. You were sexually incompatible with the man you wholeheartedly believe are in love with.

You haven't been wanting to come in terms with that, choosing denial. If you follow through with Beomgyu's offer, it would be like actually admitting to the doom that is threatening your otherwise perfect relationship.

And the fact that it's Beomgyu, your best friend...makes you a little hesitant. You're not an idiot, at least about Beomgyu. Hes never been fond of your boyfriend, or... any of your boyfriends for that matter. You had a hint of why.

He continues when he catches the way you were at least giving it a thought. "Just saying, I'm your friend...and, and I obviously want the best for you. And he's obviously not making you happy with his sloppy sex skills."

You narrow your eyes at him, offended with the unnecessary jab--your lovely did not lack in the sex field, he just...didn't know how to use his tools...correctly.

"I don't want you stuck living like a nun for the rest your life," You wince-- for the rest of your life? He awkwardly purses his lips. "You know...like, if you end up marrying him or something."

You turn away from him, brows furrowed as you pondered. You definitely aren't prepared to be in a sexless marriage.

Choosing to take a glance to him one more time-- he was attempting to seem nonchalant, but you pride yourself on knowing him more than he knew himself.

Beomgyu wasn't the hardest person to read anyway, at least not with his eyes puppy-like, long fringe gently brushing over them, showing that he was eagerly awaiting a response from you.

There was no way you would do this...right?

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Getting comfortable on the couch, rewatching your favorite most beloved sitcom while having your best friend's face buried in between your legs...is a unique experience. One you've been revisiting for a little too long now, to the point the pain of his nails digging into the flush of your thighs doesn't faze you anymore. You instead liked it, the way he got so worked up over making you feel good.

It's not like you haven't tried ending it. Every time you told Beomgyu it was over, that you were done with whatever you had with him, he'd somehow find a way to convince you with just one video.

Usually faceless as he focused his phone camera on his crotch, clearly hard as his bulge is outlined through his sweats-- palming it as he whined, saying oh how he just misses you. You miss him too right?

You'd feel your jaw tick whenever he mentions your boyfriend in his silly videos, but the irritation is quickly left at bay when he finally takes his dick out, sniffles heard in the audio-- frantic as he jerks off, his red swollen tip already leaking. Gosh, could he be any more indecent?

You weren't really in the place to judge, because every time, your thighs would rub together in attempt to get rid of the heat surfacing in between, eyes focused on every detail on your phone.

He never made it easy, especially when he'd use his eyes against you by the end, a flash of his face being the highlight of the short thirty seconds, brows pointed upward as he whispers his final 'miss you' through a pout.

Fuck, what a weakness. His eyes.

Especially now, when he makes sure to look at you as he sloppily ate you out, with those same doe-eyed look, tears making his long lashes prettier.

You place your hand on the messiness of his hair, playing with strands before you look away from his eyes, focusing on the scene you've watched a hundred times before, a fond smile making way onto your lips. It's the one your boyfriend declared it being you guys's 'official' show-- which you hadn't minded, it was funny.

You still end up chuckling at the jokes you've already seen, the delivery never failing to make you tearing up from pure laughter. But it seems like that pisses Beomgyu off, as he whines against your pussy, tongue working to get your attention again. When it's clear that that was a failed attempt, your eyes still focused on the TV, he raises his head. "Are you bored?"

You tear your eyes away to the boy, tilting your head at the sudden question. His lips were glistening, red, forming a pout, clearly insecure. You huff out a laugh through your nose, "That's such a stupid question."

"No it's not. You're focused on the stupid show and not me!" You roll your eyes, unfortunately for you, everyone has flaws, Beomgyu not being an exception-- his was and has always been his tendency to crave full attention on him.

"Am I ...am I not making you feel good?" his voice this time is softer, craving to hear a denial to his insecurities.

You sigh, another weak spot. When Beomgyu's voice cracks in attempt to swallow his tears, your heart cracks.

You're quick to soak up his insecure figure. "Beomgyu, no. Of course you're making me feel good." You feel him calm down, body releasing its previous tension. He rests his head on your tummy, allowing you to play with his hair again, "Yeah?"

"Mhm," you hum. In attempt to lighten the mood a little, you tease, "Am I allowed to watch my show now?"

He nods against your shirts fabric. You smile, your eyes going from him to the TV screen. He just lays his head on your tummy, watching the show with you, arms around your waist. It's strangely intimate, but you dismiss the feeling.

He eventually goes back down on you, and you make sure to turn off the screen, providing him with your full attention. Beomgyu was always good with his mouth so it's no surprise he got you to finish. What's surprising is that he ends it there-- no reason for you to scold him for trying to take more than he was allowed.

"Good boy..." you murmur into his hair, you mean it. Though you were prepared for it, you weren't really in the mood to deep clean your couch again.

Your lids are heavy, almost drifting to sleep but sure enough, you feel Beomgyu's lower half moving against your leg. You think he's just shifting his position so you ignore it, but you quickly learn its something less innocent than that. "You're going to stain my couch again?"

Maybe Beomgyu didn't have his self control in check after all.

He suddenly stops and you try your best to not laugh-- it's like he was caught stealing something. "Go on, as a sorry for not paying attention to you. You deserve it."

He whines against your neck as if to thank you before his hips start rocking against your outstretched leg, quickly turning frantic as his breathing gets heavier. In an attempt to not make this further than it had to be, you never let Beomgyu enter you, only giving him the option of getting off from your thighs.

He audibly complained to you before, but he quickly learned to comply if it meant you wouldn't stop this relationship, adjusting to pathetically humping your leg. You've always been disapproving of his attempt to give you hickeys, it was rightfully risky, but Beomgyu was a horny dog, not able to control the urge to start sucking on the flesh of your skin.

You didn't have the power to stop him, especially when he knew all the right places to nip and slightly pull, choosing that you'll have to cover it up well later. His mind is eventually too cloudy to focus on giving you hickeys, whining with his head buried between your chest. Which makes it easier for your attention to be caught by the sudden light of your phone.

You reach out for it on top of the small coffee table in front of you, disrupting Beomgyu's rhythm for a second, but he doesn't fail to pick it up again-- it's cute, how he gets so worked up.

Your current mood is soured when you see a text notification from your boyfriend, your eyes then immediately travelling up to the time. Shit.

You have to finish this fast before he starts suspecting. You bite down on your lips, still staring at the text that reads, 'When are you coming?' Fuck, how could you forget about the date?

"Y/N...pay attention to me." he whines, making you spare a glance down on him. Beomgyu's head raises, with sniffles, flashing you his puppy eyes. You sigh, discarding your phone before you decide to quicken this-- instead of just laying there for your body to be used, you trail your hand up his shirt.

He shakes his head whimpering, hair messy over his eyes, but you ignore it. Your calloused fingers on his bud sends Beomgyu's head to overdrive, and you know it. Your thumb brushes over the puffy pink of his nipple, and it was over for him.

You catch the hot tears running down his cheeks for a split second before his head falls, hair over his face, humiliated as you continue to rub. "Baby...you're so pretty." you coo, getting his hips to fasten against your thigh, his slender body shaking.

His breathing strains against the fabric of your shirt, whines from the back of his throat, and you feel warmth spread between your legs, signalling that he soiled his pants. But he doesn't slow his movement, still humping your leg. Bad boy.

You're about to scold him but his incoherent whispers become louder, and now they're more than clear to your ears. "I love you, I love you, I love you so much."

You squeeze your eyes shut-- fuck. "Beomgyu..." you try your voice soft, but he's not willing to listen, shaking his head again, sniffling. He tightens his hold around your waist, "I won't let you go. Just forget about him, please forget about him. I love you so much."

In response to your silence, he raises his head from your body meekly, his dark eyes made bright and sparkling with sweet, needy tears, face flushed. "Love me too...please?"

God, what have you done.