“come on, just come with me after this. I don’t wanna go alone.” Your friend, yoon, nudges you, not so discreetly chatting to you once you’re nearing the end of your two hour lecture.

Your eyes flicker from the board, which you’re still trying to concentrate on, but also, your attention is wearing thin and you’re waiting until the painfully slow last few seconds go by and it finally ends. “I don’t get it. Is this some kind of society?” You whisper back to her.

“Kinda…yeah, it’s a host club-” You don’t hear the rest of what she says, everyone starts chaotically packing up their laptops and notes, abruptly leaving the lecture hall once it ends and flooding the exits with traffic.

You do the same, and so does yoon. Once you’re out in the hallway and away from the trampling stampede, she begins animatedly trying to sell the idea to you again.

“I went to that badminton taster session for you because you wanted to go! And I got hit in the face with a racket, so that means you totally have to come with me this time.”

You sigh inconveniently, adjusting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. You supposed you could go to it for her, you were free the rest of the evening. “Fine, what’s it actually about again?”

She rubs at the back of her neck, pausing, looking sheepish and surprisingly hesitant for a second. Your eyebrow raises at this.

“You really don’t know? Surely you must have heard of it? It’s really popular.”

You shrug your shoulders, very intrigued. “No.”

“What rock are you living under...” Yoon exasperatedly mumbles, “Well…you know like, a normal host club? Where males entertain people with like, alcohol and pretend to be like, their boyfriends? Well….we have one. At the university. Except, it’s more like a tea-and-conversation, flirting, with the five most handsome and richest students here.”

You stop walking. She stops walking. Someone behind you nearly bumps into both your backs, giving you both an irritated glare as they walk past. You study her face, but she’s looking at you with complete sincerity. “Oh my god. You’re serious.” You start walking again, faster this time, shaking your head. “You rich people are bizarre.”

When you’d joined the university on a scholarship, you had come to find out just how terrible and outlandish these nepotism children really were firsthand. They operated on an entirely different plane of existence. This manages to top the cake though. They really do fuckall with their time, anything but actually studying. It’s not like it really matters though, they’ll still become heirs of multi-million pound companies anyway.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Truly!” Yoon insists, jogging to match your pace.

“How is this allowed?”

Yoon shrugs. “The creator’s family is like, the main funder of the university.”

You’re not surprised. “Of course.” You tighten your hold on the strap of your bag. “So, these people are whoring themselves out basically?” How is this ethical?

“Come on, it’s harmless and fun! It’s Furry Friday!”

“Furry…what?” You try to blink yourself awake, staring off into the end of the hallway, dissociated. Why do you even bother anymore?

“Yeah, and there’s Maid Monday too…it’s just like a cool events cafe. There’s themes. It’s cute!”

“So, do these people sleep with their guests too?” You joke, casting a sideways glance at your friend, giving up with the actual questioning of the existence of this club at a prestigious university.

Yoon looks to her left and right, covering her mouth with her hand and whispers. “Ssh. That’s more of an underground thing. They’re very selective about it and it’s superrr expensive.”

Your face drops. “What?” This is not right. You drag a hand down your face, sighing heavily. “You really want me to go to this with you?”

Your friend nods her head enthusiastically, clasping her hands together. “Please. I need to get over my last scarring situationship.”

You give your friend a pointed look. “Didn’t she like, borrow £700 off you and you never saw her again? There’s not much to get over.”

Yoon grimaces as if she’s living through it all again, not wanting the reminder. “Yes, she had some gambling issues. But, she was so perfect other than that.” Yoon sighs wistfully. “Come on, I paid for both our entry fees already. Food’s included.”

Your ears perk up at that, staring at your friend who now has a sneaky little smile creeping up on her face, knowing she’s already won. You pause. Food is included? You wouldn’t pass up on free food…Damn that your friend knows you well. You huff resignedly. “Okay…I’ll go with you.”

Yoon squeals, bringing your hands to hers and jumping up and down aggressively. “Thanks! You’re the best.”

Now, you stand in the endless queue of other students waiting to get into the club, a snake of a line going right to the end of the corridor and around the corner. It really must be popular. How had you never heard of it before? There’s a permanent sign on the door reading ‘TXT HOST CLUB’. They even have their own personal room at the university? Even from outside, you can already hear loud squealing and high pitched screams at whatever is going on in the room.

Finally, eventually, it comes to both your turns, reaching the front. Yoon shows some ticket online and you’re allowed in, the big gilded doors opening, and you’re momentarily blinded by a sudden light.

You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting, but it’s definitely not this; five guys in animal ears and paws, dancing to some girl group song on a raised platform. The spacious room is all pink with even pink marbled floor, fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and ribbons and streamers decorating the walls and pillars. There’s cardboard cutouts of the members all around the room in absurd outfits, vampires, maids, fairies, princes, sanrio, mermaids, knights, traditional clothing, and more.

You’re escorted onto a free table with Yoon. Even the tables are decorated so lovely with floral lace cloth and a vase of flowers in the middle. There’s tiered cake stands with the yummiest looking sandwiches, cakes, pastries, tarts, and macarons. Laid too, are expensive-looking intricate painted tea sets and teapots. Maybe, perhaps, you could get behind this for the food.

Yoon doesn’t pay attention to anything on the table though, she’s too busy watching the performance, entirely enamoured and delighted by it, clapping and cheering them on.

“Oh, wow…” You watch it too, in disbelief, still trying to process your surroundings. All of this feels like a complete, bizarre, fever dream, but you have to admit, they were surprisingly pretty good at dancing, synchronisation quite insane for a bunch of random pompous dudes.

“I should introduce you to them all!” Yoon shouts over the music, excitedly pointing at one on the far right. “That’s taehyun! He’s super smart and stoic,” then she moves her pointed finger to the left each time, “that’s Kai he’s super sweet and cute! Oh-and that’s beomgyu he’s super emo and plays guitar, that’s soobin he’s a sweet posh boy and the president, and that’s…” Yoon sighs dreamily at the man on the far left, clasping her hands together, “that’s Choi Yeonjun. The It boy. He’s my fav. He’s such a prince.” She swoons. The poor descriptions weren’t all that insightful to you, to be honest.

Their performance ends with claps and screams, and then, you can finally tuck into the foods on the table, trying every single different assortment of pastries. The hosts had stepped off the platform, coming to the guests and their tables, speaking and chatting to them, the music lowered to soft ambient jazz. You can hear giggling… and barks and meows, and the strange things some guests are requesting for.

“Kai! Do a bark, do a bark!”

“Woof, woof!”

“Soobin, can you say that I’m your owner?”

“Beomgyu, I wanna be your pet!”

“I just wanna be your dog!”

You may have lost your appetite a little. But you try for it not to deter you.

One second, you’re looking down, scoffing the sandwiches on your plate, then you’re looking back up and you’re suddenly surrounded by the five men out of nowhere, looming over your table. You’re terrified, freezing mid-bite. Yeonjun, who you’d recognised as yoon’s favourite, comes to smoothly kiss her hand.

“Ah,” he sighs, “My lovely Yoon. Our loyal guest, will you be requesting for me again?”

Your friend is blushing and giggling, looking moments away from fainting. You raise a brow, gulping down the food in your mouth, turning your head her way with furrowed brows. “Again? I thought you’d never been here before. You didn’t want to come alone?”

Yoon coughs, embarrassed “Uhhm. Ahem. I never said I hadn’t been here before. Simply just wanted your company this time…”

You shake your head, finishing the rest of your sandwich, still feeling self conscious at the men still by your table. When were they going to leave?

“Ooh we’ve got a new guest, guys!” One of them says, noticing you, you think his name is Kai. The others lean in curiously at you, zeroing in. You feel like an animal at a zoo. This is very odd. Especially since they’re the ones still wearing pet ears and furry gloves.

Yeonjun theatrically reaches for your hand, kissing the back of yours too, grinning and winking. “Pleasure to meet you, beautiful being. I’m yeonjun. Choi yeonjun. What’s your name, pretty?”

“They look frightened…” Taehyun whispers to kai.

The rest of them introduce themselves, shaking your hand like a normal person.

Once you’re done with shoving the last bit of your sandwich down, you quickly dab around your mouth with a napkin and you abruptly rise from your seat, standing up, ready to leave. Your time here is more than done, and you so desperately want to get away from this uncomfortableness. “Well! Lovely to meet you all. Must get going haha...”

“Wait! You haven’t chosen a favourite yet!” Yeonjun stops you.

“Everyone picks one.” Beomgyu, the one with multiple facial piercings says with his hands in his pockets.

“Usually under twenty seconds.” Taehyun adds, checking his extravagant watch that probably costs more than your tuition fees. “The average is 17.83 seconds.”

“Yeah. Which one of us is the most handsome?” Soobin pushes the glasses he’s wearing gently up his nose bridge, tilting his head at you.

They all come even closer to you simultaneously, crowding you, staring at you intensely and expectantly, awaiting your answer. All of their jaws are raised up, sweeping hands through their hairs confidently, and posing for you, doing weird expressions with their faces as if they were in some modelling photoshoot.

“Um…I wouldn’t know.” They’re all very good looking. How were you supposed to choose just one? And how would you have a favourite already?

Taehyun crosses his arms. “You don’t know?”

“Just choose one! Come on!” Kai urges you, jumping on the spot.

“Yeah.” They all start saying and agreeing together, growing impatient and slightly agitated, wanting you to choose one of them already.

So, you try again, staring at each of their faces individually, trying to be pragmatic about it so you can finally get out of here. First, you analyse yeonjun, silky blonde hair, fox-like sharp eyes, piercings all on his ears. Then soobin, soft black hair, glasses, a bunny like nose and mouth, wearing a cute sweater vest. Then beomgyu, brown shaggy messy wolfcut, soft brown eyes, but dark thick eyebrows with a piercing on one of them, a dermal piercing, and lip rings too. Then at kai, fluffy white hair, angelic features overall and a pretty nose, holding a stuffed plush penguin toy in his hand. And finally, at taehyun, big round eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled face, wearing a whole ass corporate suit for some reason.

“I really don’t know!”

“You have to. Gun to your head. Three—” Beomgyu raises three fingers.

“TWO.” All five of them start to join in, shouting in unison.

“Why are we counting?!”

“ONE.”

“ZER—”

The counting down, for some reason, and the fact that five absurdly attractive, very tall men are still crowded around you and shouting, makes you panic and stress and you feel very under pressure.

“Okay, okay! Oh-umm!-uh-Yeonjun!” You blurt out frantically. You don’t know why you say that name, you just choose the most memorable one to get them off your back.

There’s silence and the others recoil dramatically, betrayed, and they give you such disgusted looks.

“Terrible taste.” Taehyun clicks his tongue. The others are shaking their heads at you.

Meanwhile, yeonjun looks moments away from ascending, “I knew it!” Yeonjun’s eyes are practically shining, grabbing your shoulders excitedly, ecstatic and smug and violently shaking you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair once more, sighing out at himself as if he were in some sort of shampoo advertisement. “I knew you’d pick me.” He punches your arm playfully.

“Ow…” You rub at your arm to soothe it, it actually hurts. He punched you pretty hard. He looks like he’s about to hit you again in excitement, you back away as far as you can, taking a few steps back, fearfully.

You bump into something behind you. It wobbles. And that’s when you hear something smash so distinctly loud and hard onto the pink marble floor, exploding. Hesitantly, you slowly, dreadfully, turn around, thinking you already know what might have happened.

You had caused a very expensive looking sculpture of the five boys with roses in each their hands, to collapse straight onto the ground and smash into millions of smithereens, thousands of tiny little pieces scattered across and flying everywhere.

Everyone in the room turns their heads at the dissonant sound, gasping, teacups freezing halfway to their lips. You stare at the scene completely mortified. You can feel your soul departing your body, mentally already digging your grave to lie in. You could literally cry.

“Oh my god!” Yeonjun runs and drops straight down to his knees at the death of the artwork. “Our most expensive sculpture, all the way from Italy! Custom made from the renowned artist Angelo Pasquarelli, he passed away recently! This was the last remaining piece of art he ever made!”

Well, that doesn’t serve to make you feel any better. At all. You don’t even know what to do. You don’t have any parents that can pay this for you. You can’t even begin to imagine how much it actually costs and how you’ll ever be able to repay it, and how much debt you’ll be in now. “I’m so sorry! Oh my-I’m so, so, so sorry! I don’t know-i wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You can feel how ironic this is. You came here for the free food, now you’re massively in debt somehow.

Taehyun, the treasurer of the club, comes to crouch down beside yeonjun, staring at the remnants with visible pain and anguish too. “This was supposed to be an art investment for the club…I told you we shouldn’t have kept it out here in the open.” He murmurs sharply to yeonjun.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to pay for this.” You admit. “I’m literally only here on a scholarship. Is there any other way I can help? I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”

“Hm. You can’t afford to repay for the damage?” Soobin raises a brow at you, thinking. He pulls the rest of the boys into a huddle. You hear intense whispering as they deliberate your fate.

Yoon panics for you, stepping in. “It’s going to be okay!” She reassures you, feeling slightly guilty as she was the one who brought you here when you hadn’t particularly wanted to in the first place. “I’ll try and pay for some of it for you!”

“No, that’s alright. They won’t have to pay for any of it. No one has to.” Soobin speaks up, all of them finally pulling apart.

You feel so relieved, clasping a hand to your heart that had minutes before giving out entirely. “Oh. Oh my god. Thank you, thank you-”

“You’ll repay us in another way.” Soobin thoughtfully explains. “Next week, the host club is holding a special events week.”

“For the first time ever,” Kai interrupts excitedly, “each host gets their own solo event where we can do whatever we want!”

Soobin nods. “Yes, we’ve never done events purely by ourselves before and we’ll need additional assistance.”

“You,” yeonjun says, flamboyantly pointing directly at you, “are going to become our assistant!”

“Monday to Friday,” Soobin confirms. “One host per day. You’ll help organise events, carry things, run errands, and deal with guests. You’ll work off your debt to the host club.”

“Just five days? That’s it?” That didn’t seem too bad at all, it’s an alarmingly good deal. You were expecting something significantly worse. How hard can it be? Only working five days to pay off the debt for a supposedly very valuable and rare sculpture? You can definitely do that. “Alright. I’ll do it.” You shake soobin’s hand, determined than ever.

“Yayy! Yippeee!” All five of the boys start clapping and cheering delightfully at you. You don’t know why they’re so happy.

“And guess what?” Yeonjun grins gleefully. “My event is the first one.” He takes your arm in his, interlocking and hooking your arms, and then completely drags you away. You throw one last pleading look at yoon through the gilded doors in case it’s the last time you ever see your dear friend again.

But she just giggles at you, calling out. “You’ll be fine. It will be fun!” She cheerfully waves at you being hauled out of the host club room.

“Woah.”

You stand in the doorway of yeonjun’s sleek studio apartment in awe, which hardly looks anything like student accommodation. You wander further inside, taking it all in. It is massive, everything down to the furniture and interior looking way too luxurious, with a fancy kitchen, living room, a big en-suite bathroom, and a walk in closet filled with designer clothes. That doesn’t seem to be enough though since there’s clothing racks near the windows too with garments, a mannequin, framed fashion sketches and artwork pinned on a wall, designer magazines stacked on a unique-looking coffee table.

It’s Buckingham Palace compared to your place. Your student accommodation was one tiny shoe box room, a shared bathroom and kitchen. But you had chosen the very cheapest you could afford.

“Do you like it? It’s a bit small. My bedroom is bigger than this in my mansion, but this is still cool and cosy.” Yeonjun stands in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city skyline. He looked genuinely apologetic about it too.

“Mansion…” You shouldn’t be so surprised by now, so many people you have met at the university do live in them, but it still manages to shock you a little no matter how many times you hear it casually mentioned.

Yeonjun turns around excitedly. “Hey, maybe we can go to my house after this and I can show you! Get you to meet my parents already, ay?” Yeonjun winks at you. “It’s just a five minute walk!”

“A five minute walk?” You gawk incredulously, “If your house is so close to campus, why would you ever waste money getting student accommodation?” It fills you more with slight disgust at the wastefulness rather than jealousy.

Yeonjun huffs. “My parents said the same thing. But I wanted to have that uni experience, you know? Plus, I needed to be more independent. It’s a good thing. That student lifestyle, it’s pretty hard sometimes.”

“So…you've achieved this student lifestyle by moving five minutes away from your mansion into a luxury apartment?” Wow, this is certainly going on the list of out of touch things you’ve heard students say.

“Yep!” The confidence with which he answers is quite commendable.

“Oh, okay, so you’re paying for it yourself?” You don’t mean to pry, you’re just genuinely trying to understand a bit.

“No…my parents pay for it.”

You nod. “Right.”

“Oh! Would you like anything to drink or eat by the way?” Yeonjun politely offers you.

“Just some water is good.”

He grabs two high-end bottled waters from his high-end fridge too and passes one to you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Both of you come to plop yourselves on his sofa. “But you cook?” You ask him assumedly.

“I don’t know how. But my chefs come from the house every morning to make me meals. It’s lovely.” He obliviously beams at you, lounging comfortably against the cushions, one arm draped across the backrest.

You just nod along at this point, sipping on your water. You noted chef was plural, but you’re not sure where the independence is. “Well, anyways,”

He sits up right again, shifting closer to you, a bit too close. “Yes! Let’s plan my event.”

“So,” you say, “any ideas?”

“I already know what I want to do.” He seems very proud of this. “Fashion is my passion- Hey, that rhymes! Maybe I could be a poet too.”

“Sure.” You say tiredly, waiting for him to tell you what he’s got planned.

“Flirty Fashion Workshop.” He stares back at you expectantly, smirking like he was expecting some sort of praise for this.

Your face scrunches up. “What the hell is a ‘Flirty Fashion Workshop’?”

Enthusiastically, yeonjun explains. “They’re sewing, I’m showing them how to use the sewing machine like this-” he leans into you, placing his hands over yours as if he were showing you how to work some phantom sewing machine, feeling his breath on your neck as he guides your hands.

“Okay, I didn’t need a personal demonstration on it.” You swat his arms away.

Yeonjun shrugs but winks cheekily at you once again. “Your loss. People pay for this, y’know?” Undeterred, he continues to explain more of his idea, “I’ll make step-by-step, visual demonstrations on how to make basic articles of clothing and they can decorate it however they want with different fabrics and beads and embroidery and creativeness. I’ll come around, helping and flirting, of course. Then, once everyone is done, we’ll have a little fashion show where everyone can model and show off their work! Isn’t that so great?”

You can see the appeal for it, from what you saw earlier, you have no doubt it’ll work and keep guests very satisfied. It’ll probably be a huge success. You nod at him. “Hm. What we need first is all the equipment and materials for this then.”

Yeonjun nods too. “I’ll ask to borrow all the sewing machines from the fashion department. We just need lots of textiles and fabric, threads, scissors, pins, beads, buttons, decorative materials, and other things.”

“Where should we get all of that from?” You query.

“We’ll buy it, of course. Taehyun made a spending card for the club. Off to the city centre!”

“After you.” Yeonjun gentlemanly opens the car door for you, rushing out of his to come around unnecessarily for yours.

The walk to the city centre was just under fifteen minutes, but he had insisted on his chauffeur driving you both there anyway.

Yeonjun leads you to a bustling street with independent craft & art shops and fabric markets. The energy is so totally different compared to the commercial, homogeneous high streets you’d passed on the way, it’s bright and welcoming and filled with such unique characters of shops.

First, you buy lots and lots of fabric as you’ll be needing a lot of those. He seems to really be in his element, ecstatically showing you and speaking words about materials and their compositions only someone studying fashion would know, making you touch and feel them all too.

All of the vendors even seemed to recognise him, happily greeting and conversing with him, faces lighting up whenever he walked in, acting like he was some sort of long lost son of theirs whenever he stepped into a different shop. Yeonjun is very chatty, talking to them all for a while. One elderly woman even abandoned a conversation halfway with another customer just to pull yeonjun in for a hug and squeeze his cheeks. He’s not just famous in the host club, you observed.

You’re lugging along countless heavy bags of materials you’ll need for the workshop by now, shoulders and arms aching, you and yeonjun exhausted, hours blurred and overloaded by endless textiles. But it was a little fun, there’s a certain beauty in watching a person be passionate about something, oddly fascinating to follow yeonjun along.

You make one final stop to buy packs of sequins, and finally, you have all the equipment you need. Both of you make a turn on a street, noticing a brightly coloured ice cream shop. All the shopping, conversing and carrying must have clearly gotten to yeonjun, he’s drawn to it instantly like a moth to a flame, trudging you along with him, allowing you little time to protest.

He’s staring at the menu in deep concentration, brows furrowed but practically salivating. “Could I have the largest tub with one scoop of tiramisu and one scoop of rose please?”

You take a little longer to decide what you’ll like, settling on the smallest tub (it’s cheaper), and ordering a scoop of strawberry cheesecake and chocolate. Before you’re about to put your own card down, yeonjun dramatically steps in, practically shoving you out of the way and slamming his own down instead. “No. It’s on me, of course. A prince never lets anyone else pay.” He puts one hand to his heart, closing his eyes like he was reciting something religious.

“Oh, thank you.”

The ice cream scooper seems more affected by the gesture than you are, completely swooning at yeonjun. “Wow, what a gentleman!”

Yeonjun giggles at the compliment. “Hehe. Thank you!”

“You’re such a handsome young man. Ah, young love. Go on, I’ll give you both an extra scoop.” They lean in over the counter, hushing.

Yeonjun gasps. “You’re so kind! Thank you so much.”

Yeonjun is giggling, the scooper is giggling back too. You’re affronted by the whole exchange. Is life just this easily kind to Choi Yeonjun? But, you say your thanks too, not complaining about more ice cream for free. Everyone seems to be absolutely smitten by this dude’s charms. Sure, he’s attractive and he’s got great social skills, but people act like he’s above human. Are they seeing something you don’t?

Eventually, you can sit down at the tables, dropping the weighted bags to your feet. You’re in a much better mood after sitting down and once you’re eating the well-deserved ice cream, the creaminess and flavour melting on your tongue, plus the fact yeonjun paid for it is a great bonus, both of you happily talking more about yeonjun’s event between spoonfuls.

“Wanna try my tiramisu flavour? Say ahhh.” Yeonjun brings his spoon to you in an attempt to feed you, wriggling the spoon around your face, a generous scoop of pale brown ice cream perched upon it.

You flat out refuse, instead, bringing your own spoon to take a swipe of his yourself. “Mm. It’s good.”

Yeonjun watches you continue to eat without offering your own. “I wanna try the strawberry cheesecake one too.” Yeonjun leans forwards, tasting yours without asking. He’d taken quite a large amount too. “Mmh! This is yummy! I must get this next time.”

“Hey, I never said you could try mine.”

“Let’s take pics of our date.” Yeonjun ignores your complaining, getting out his phone and taking a series of selfies with you.

You stop and stare at him across from you before you can take another spoon of ice cream. “It’s not a date.”

Yeonjun shrugs again, unbothered. “Did you know I have a seventy percent request rate?People would pay a lot to go on an ice cream date with me.”

You set down your spoon in the tub, reminded of something you wanted to ask. You don’t get it. “Why would you make a host club when you don’t need any of the money?”

“I love entertaining people. It’s my thing. I’m good at it.” He’s not looking at you, his brows are furrowed as he tries to fish out the last bits of his melted rose ice cream from the edges. You’d noticed he furrowed his brows a lot when concentrating on something.

“Fair enough.” You nod in understanding, you can’t deny that. From today alone you’ve witnessed just how many people he can amuse. It seemed people easily gravitated towards choi yeonjun.

“But also I don’t have any siblings.” He pulls his full lips into a slight pout, continuing, brows further furrowed, “I always wanted one, so many of them actually. I kept begging but my parents didn’t want any more. And it got pretty lonely when they were overseas so often. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have siblings. Now I’ve got them!”

It’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows. “By…making a host club?”

“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I personally sought out all the members myself. Now, they’re all like my four brothers! I cherish them and the club a lot. It’s very important to me. They’re my family.” Yeonjun warmly beams.

He has that glint in his eyes from earlier on when you were in the fabric markets, and like before, you can’t bring yourself to actually hate on it, he’s clearly passionate and sincere about it, so you just hum in agreement.

“That’s actually…sorta nice, still bizarre though.”

Yeonjun grins. “Did that woo you?”

“No.”

You’re back in yeonjun’s studio apartment. It’s completely dark outside by now, the city skyline view from his big windows look different after the sun had set, now it’s all just lots of constellations of scattered lights. You sit on one end of yeonjun’s sofa in the living room with the warm glow of orange and amber lamps he’d put on instead of his main lights, playing low music in the background from his turntable, the ambience nice to focus in.

Yeonjun is on the opposite end of the sofa, a large sketch pad sitting on his lap as he draws out the step-by-step demonstrations for the simple garments, you can hear his constant scribbling from his pencil meeting paper too. You are on your laptop, currently focused on the duration and structure of what should be happening in the workshop and making a small slideshow for it.

“Does it look fine?” Yeonjun lifts his sketch pad for you to see the diagrams.

You scan the illustrations briefly. “Mhm. They’re easy to follow.”

You continue typing. By the time you finish the final slide, your shoulders ache slightly from hunching over the laptop. You lean back against the sofa, stretching your limbs, eyes drifting to the other side of the sofa. Yeonjun is still sketching, completely absorbed, eyebrows characteristically drawn together as he focuses, lips in a slight duck-like pout and his blonde hair now having more of the resemblance of honey under the colours of the lamps.

“Done admiring me? Daydreaming about kissing me?” Yeonjun looks up, lazily grinning as he notices your stare.

You heavily roll your eyes at him. “You’re not my type.”

“I’m everyone’s type.” He confidently states. You shake your head, sighing out at his ego, but he starts again, “Hey, you’re the one who picked me as the most handsome.” Yeonjun puffs out his chest, still pleased by that.

“Yeah, under duress. I only picked you because your name was the first I remembered.”

For some reason, he remains proud. “So what you’re saying is that I’m very memorable.”

You drop your head back against the sofa and the wall behind you. “Lord…”

“You’re bluffing. Bet you do actually daydream about kissing me.” Yeonjun goads. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

You snort. “Kissing? You wish.”

He places his sketch pad away from his lap and onto the part of the sofa next to him, smirking at you. “Oh, I do wish.”

You narrows your eyes at him. “Really? What about?”

He cockily moves and leans forwards, coming close to your face, his stupid smirk never leaving, humoured. “Lots and lots of things.”

You know he enjoys flirting without you doing anything back, meaninglessly flirting with you countless of times today without you reacting. You know he gets a kick out of it, so you decide to retaliate back this time, having had enough of it. If Yeonjun wants to play this game so badly, then maybe it's time somebody plays it back. You’ll see what he does then.

“You know what I think?” You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face even closer to yours, grinning yourself and making your voice sultry sounding. “I think you’re all talk. Bet you couldn’t actually even kiss me.”

He instantly pulls his face away, flustered, shocked by what you say, eyes wide, not expecting you to say something like that back to him. Especially since you hadn’t entertained anything else he’d said this entire day. “What?” Yeonjun’s face flushes immediately, turning unmistakably bright, beet red from his neck and ears too. His mouth clamps shut. And for perhaps the first time since meeting him, yeonjun seems quite speechless. The legendary flirt of the host club couldn't handle being flirted with back, he was accustomed to being the one in control of every conversation.

There’s an attempt to regain his composure though, clearing his throat and trying to confidently smile back. “I could and I would. Do you want me to?”

“Yeah. Go on then.” You challenge him, chin raised high, poking the bear with a stick.

He’s not sure if you’re serious, and yeonjun hesitates. “Fine.” He leans in, face close to yours again, staring at you falteringly with his narrowed feline eyes, but trying to make it seem formidable. Close enough once more that you can see the mole next to his eye, see the shadows the dark warm lighting casts on his cheek bones, making them that much more prominent, and smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne. You’re equally staring back with heated, daring eyes. You’re so sure you’ve won. He’s not going to do it. It’s all just talk.

Your eyes flicker down to his pouty lips, his rich, cushiony lips. They had such a pretty, distinctive shape to them that you’ve never seen before. For a small second, you wonder what they’d feel like against yours if he did actually lean in more, but you shake it away. Are you slowly being charmed too? Has he put a spell on you? Is this how he does it?

At last, yeonjun draws back, running a hand through his hair.

You’re just about to laugh in victory, knowing he’s lost, knowing his words hold no meaning to them, but then, yeonjun suddenly surges forwards, grabbing your face. His mouth mushes with yours fiercely and you gasp into it, startled. You find your lips move back with his, perhaps you’ll still win if you’re not the first to break away.

Both of you continue kissing for a long time, mouths sliding together, teeth over lips, taking it in turns to suck his bottom lip, then his upper lip. You don’t know if this is still part of the game but it’s starting to feel less significant as time goes on and your lips meet again and again, colliding with soft breaths. You’re enjoying it, yeonjun’s heavenly lips feel good on yours. You definitely feel like you’re under a spell right now, all almost hypnotic. Maybe he’s a witch. You’d like to believe that more than any of this being of your own will.

Barely an inch separates when you both pull apart for some air. Yeonjun is staring at you, entranced and dishevelled with rosy cheeks. His usually perfect hair has fallen into his eyes, and his plush lips were beyond swollen and tinted so red, all the blood vessels rupturing there from your kissing and biting. His breathing is totally uneven. The image and how stark it is makes your stomach flip and flutter.

Then, you’re kissing him again.

You’re touching and gripping onto each other’s bodies in different places as you continue to make out. Your lips reach yeonjun’s angular jaw, then down, brushing against the warm skin of his neck, leaving kisses and still being able to smell his lingering, delicious cologne that’s been able to last the whole day. He lets you, tipping his head back as his eyes flicker closed and his hold on your waist tightens.

Playfully, your hand reaches down to stroke his thigh and then his crotch, grinding the palm against the hardening dick in his pants. You like leading the whole of this, it’s amusing. Yeonjun goes completely still with a sharp, shaky intake of breath, mouth falling open. But just as you’re about to pull his dick out to actually touch him, his hand slaps against your wrist, stopping you. “N-no. Let me.”

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

“Let me eat you out.”

Wow. You thought yeonjun would just want to get his dick wet. He certainly looks like he needs a hand wrapped around it right now, but he’s offering to tend to you instead.

You shrug. “Okay.” You’re definitely not one to complain. So, you lie on your back for him.

Yeonjun sheds off all the articles of clothing of your lower half, grabbing the back of your knees to push you closer to him on the sofa. He spreads your legs, his sharp eyes heavily lidded at the sight, practically salivating. “Pretty…”

He wastes no time in diving into your pussy immediately, shoving his face in and licking up a long stripe of your cunt, before completely messily making out with your pussy, groaning and grunting against you, holding onto the flesh of your thighs tighter. You satisfyingly sigh out at the dim ceiling your eyes are fixed on before closing your eyes all together, biting your lip.

You grab ahold of yeonjun’s hair, fingers threading through the soft messy blonde locks and tugging just hard enough to make noises escape his throat in response.

Yeonjun attaches his perfect pretty lips to your clit, sucking, suctioning so vigorously until the bundle of nerves are even puffier than his lips. They feel even better on your clit, like they’re made just for that. He focuses completely on your pleasure, furrowing his brows as he eats you out, humming and whining and groaning, licking and sucking. The sounds of him smothered in your pussy are so audible, taking over the music still playing on the record player, and so obscene, so wet, you can only oddly describe it as if yeonjun is hungrily devouring a bowl of ramen, enthusiastically slurping and inhaling it all.

“Am I finally pleasing you? Weren’t pleased with anything I was doing before.” Yeonjun lifts his head up to look at you desperately and obsessively. He clearly takes this very seriously, intent on making you feel good.

“Mmh, sure. Keep going.” You don’t really care for anything he’s saying, barely listening, you’re nearly reaching the edge, so you grab more of a fistful of his hair, grinding down on his face. You guess he wasn’t wrong about being good at entertaining people.

Knowing you’re close, yeonjun brings his signet ringed fingers to your hole, quickly fucking them into you and lapping at your clit with his tongue, flicking over and over again, your slick gushing out as he does this. It manages to bring you over, thighs clenching around his face and cumming all on him. You moan out loud and so does yeonjun at the view of you orgasming, nuzzling into your cunt further and licking up everything you give out.

Eventually, he lifts up from between your legs, your juices coating all around his enlarged lips, that they look like he put on some kind of really shiny plumping lip gloss. With a happy, drowsy smile, yeonjun licks it all off around his mouth. Then, licks his fingers clean off too, his family heirloom ring, dripping in your cum. Usually effortlessly confident yeonjun, looks incapable of forming any actual thought.

“Fuck me.” You tell him, looking down at the way his dick is practically crying to be let out of his pants, slight patch of precum dribbled out on it. You pull his zipper down, freeing his dick and pumping his achy red, leaky cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip and swiping at the fluid on his sensitive slit. Yeonjun curses, hips bucking and mouth hanging open, blissed out at the stimulation.

“Fuck you? Sure…Yeah… I-i can do that.” Yeonjun breathes out, so far gone already.

“You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” You spread your legs again, holding his gaze.

“Yes.” It seems to snap whatever restraint he has left. Yeonjun quickly goes to grab condoms from somewhere, nearly knocking something over in the process. When he finally gets ahold of one, he comes back, tearing the packet open with his teeth in a rush. Which you’ll admit, does something to you.

He frantically pushes the condom onto his cock, and you can only describe yeonjun’s face as purely debauched after he lines up his swollen fat tip to your pussy and pushes in, bottoming out completely, your walls sucking and swallowing him in so good, filling you up so good, both of you gutturally groaning. “Oh my g-ughh…” He moans every single time he pushes back in, mouth slack, long pretty whines and cries escaping him.

You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and sheathing his dick deeper into you. Your hands slide up his back, digging your nails into the muscles there and yeonjun’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at that. It’s not long at all until yeonjun just completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically.

He’s so unrhythmic with it, sloppily still trying to fuck you as his brain turns to absolute mush, he can barely do it, his pretty lips staying parted with how delirious he is. Yeonjun’s hips are practically shaking with every roll and you think he might actually fall on top of you. He tries to hold onto you, face falling into the crook of your neck, biting down there, utterly wrecked, drooling all on your neck now with muffled moans and groans.

You’ve had enough of his dumb useless rutting, growing tired of the position. You roughly pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck. He looks at you practically cross-eyed, slurring. “Shit, you can’t even fuck me. Pull out.” You tell him.

Yeonjun panics, confused, shaking his head. “Huh? What-please, please.”

“Just pull out.”

He does as you say, whining and wailing at you like a hurt animal. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shoving him down onto the sofa instead. “Calm down. I’m fucking you myself.”

“No, I-i can fuck you. ‘m sorry. I can do it.” Yeonjun tries to beg, profusely apologising, not wanting to feel useless to you, wanting to make you feel good, tears appearing in the waterline of his eyes from how muddled his mind is.

“Sssh. It’s okay.” You stuff two of your fingers into his mouth to shut him up, but also, wanting to watching him suck your fingers because you’re weirdly fixated on his gorgeously shaped, plump lips now. The sight of him sucking with sparkly tearful eyes is so hot and debasing.

Pulling your fingers out of his mouth, you straddle yeonjun, grabbing his dick. You place it at your entrance and unceremoniously sit down on the whole of his dick fast in one go, taking him all in to the hilt, until your hips meet his. It knocks the air out of yeonjun, theatrically throwing his head back and it has you sighing in pleasure at having his cock inside you again, stretched out at a more delicious angle.

“You need me to fuck you, baby. Don’t you?” You hold onto his abdomen, swivelling your hips around him and then beginning to ride him as yeonjun moans and mewls out so brazenly loud.

“Yeahyeah-mmm.” Yeonjun is fickle as shit, not complaining at all once he feels your pussy, in fact, he likes it more now since he’s not doing any of the work.

You lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster at an unrelenting pace and yeonjun just lays there underneath you, looking pretty and almost doll-like with his blushed cheeks and glossed lips in the shape of an ‘o’, happily taking it all in pure ecstasy, tongue lolling out and contently moaning high pitched like a girl.

You can’t help but chuckle at the view of yeonjun beneath you, brushing a strand of damp hair from his sweat-beaded forehead. “You’re more like a princess than a prince, yeonjun. Maybe you should be the princess’s host club instead.”

You thought he might objectify but yeonjun just mindlessly nods. “Kay…long as you’re still fucking me.”

You giggle, bringing your hand to the side of his hot face, stroking your thumb sweetly on his cheek. “You like being taken care of by me?”

Yeonjun nods, leaning into your touch, purring like a cat. “Uh huh.”

You can feel yeonjun’s dick twitching uncontrollably inside of you. “Aww, princess, are you close?” You teasingly coo.

Yeonjun helplessly whimpers. “Yes, so close. Kiss me.”

You tut at him. “You’re not even going to ask nicely? What a spoilt princess.” But you do it anyway, leaning down, capturing his addictive lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, filthily, tongues tangling and swirling together as you ruthlessly ride him, both your brains clouded up by the other, sucking on his tongue nastily too. You clench down on yeonjun’s cock purposefully and he satisfyingly cries into your mouth, you swallowing down all his needy sounds.

You continue to bounce wetly on yeonjun’s girthy cock, going up and down at a mercilessly cruel speed as it creates sticky squelchy sounds, fucking the life out of him whilst his cries accelerate, your ass smacking his full balls every single time, grabbing his shoulders hard to hold onto as you do this, intent on reaching both your highs.

“Ohhhmy god. I’m cummingg!” Yeonjun cums first with garbled, mangled, pornographic whines, spilling his seed and filling the condom with his white gooey substance, back lifting off the sofa and arching as he sees stars everywhere. He pants and heaves, throwing an arm over his face at the overwhelming sensation, trying to come back down to earth, going boneless, feeling like a pile of nothingness, like melted ice cream in the sun.

You continue to use his spent dick and yeonjun just lets you, his lips bitten raw, so close to your own orgasm too, so in reach as you keep jumping on his cock hard, reaching up in a gummy spot inside of you, prodding it every time so good, eyes squeezed shut in complete bliss, sweating so much, thighs aching. You don’t stop though, bringing your hand to rub at your clit too and you’re quickly able to let go, cumming around yeonjun’s throbbing overstimulated dick. You stay there, riding the after waves of it, slowly still moving on yeonjun’s cock, trying to prolong it until you can’t anymore and it stops feeling good.

You collapse on top of yeonjun’s body, utterly exhausted, allowing him to weakly grab and cling onto you as you both drift off.

“Shit, yeonjun. Wake up.” You attempt to shake yeonjun.

The both of you had managed to pass out on the sofa until the next day after the event planning had very abruptly turned into something else entirely. And now, you’re running a little bit late to set everything up for the workshop, neither of you remembering to set an alarm.

Yeonjun stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up, pouting with knitted eyebrows.

“Yeonjun.” You shake his shoulders more aggressively, shoving him.

“It’s too early.” He whines.

“No it’s not. Check your phone.”

He groans, but reaches over to grab his phone, checking the time with one eye open, dragging a hand down his face. “Ugh. We have to go already.”

“Yeah.”

He gets up and so do you, quickly getting ready the best you can, grabbing the bundles and armfuls of supplies of everything you need and running over to the host club room.

Both of you rush to get everything prepared, checking the number of attendees, placing all the supplies each person and table will need, such as needles, measuring tapes, embroidery, fabric, scissors, pins. You make sure the screen and PowerPoint is up and ready. Yeonjun had gone to the printer to make individual copies of the demonstrations so everyone has one on a table. The sewing machines also needed to be carried one by one, all the way from the fashion department building and back to where the host club room is, which takes a considerably long time and effort. By the fifth trip, your arms genuinely felt like they were going to fall off and slither to the ground.

The room was finally ready, guests would start arriving any minute. You collapse into a chair, yeonjun dropping down on the one next to you.

And the event goes satisfyingly well. As you had expected, the guests love the idea, following the steps and learning how to sew simple clothes, particularly loving when yeonjun comes around to flirt individually and help with the sewing machines, giggling and blushing into their sleeves. As the assistant, you go around table to table, checking in and giving extra supplies when guests need them, making sure everything is running and working the presentation on the projector as yeonjun confidently talks and teaches. You have to admit, It feels nice and rewarding to watch the whole event actually come to together, seeing everyone enjoy it after planning it for a long while yesterday.

Yeonjun insists on you being his model, wanting to make a top fitted for your measurements.

You groan. “Why do I have to be it, though? There’s plenty people who would love to be your model.”

“You’re my assistant, so you’re my model. Plus, you’re gorgeous enough.” Yeonjun deviously winks, corners of his mouth curling upwards as his eyes rake over you.

You shake your head and defeatedly sigh. You thought his flirting would stop after you had retaliated back, but he’s flirting even more so.

You don’t have much of a choice in being his model, so you stand before him, letting him get to work. You get to see his fashion designing skills in action. He’s very focused, it’s a little endearing, measuring tape draped around his neck, pin held between his lips, catty eyes squinted in concentration. Yeonjun measures, cuts, sews, creating the top and then decorating it. It’s a very pretty beaded, well fitted top with a gaping heart hole. There’s tiny red crystals, sequins and beads on the edges of the heart, cascading downwards like dripping blood, elegant and slightly unsettling. He even manages to make one for himself in the short time frame, making a matching one with a similar concept for himself. His featuring a similar heart motif, though slightly larger, with black crystal embellishments spreading across the chest like fractured veins.

Once everyone is done creating their pieces, there’s loud music playing on speakers as everybody shows off what they made, walking down the makeshift platformed stage acting as a runway, all the guests cheerfully, clapping and supporting each other, the lovely atmosphere is quite infectious. Yeonjun grabs your wrist to walk down the runway together, yeonjun ridiculously posing, hands on his hips, flicking nonexistent long hair as guests scream and whistle so concerningly loud, losing their minds. You do the same, posing too, actually having fun as yeonjun does jazz hands around you.

The aftermath of the event looks significantly less glamorous, the room is a beyond mess, looking like some sort of natural disaster had taken place in it, and unfortunately, both you and yeonjun have to be the ones to tidy and put everything away. The sewing machines nearly killing you off yet again when you have to return them all back to their long journey home.

“Ice cream?” Yeonjun suggests once you’re finally done with clearing the room, panting and sweat ridden from all those cursed sewing machines.

“Yes.” You immediately agree, tired eyes lighting up, wiping sweat off your forehead yourself.

You don’t bring yourself to complain about getting yeonjun’s chauffeured car to the ice cream shop now, despite how within walking distance it is, every muscle in your body so sore. You order the tiramisu flavour and yeonjun gets the strawberry cheesecake, swapping ice creams, having liked what the other got more last time.

Yeonjun jokingly offers you a scoop of his ice cream again to feed it to you, holding it out across the table for you. “Say ahh.”

You narrow your eyes, but challengingly accept, eating it just to watch the shocked expression appear on yeonjun’s face as he hadn’t expected you to actually let him feed you. But then, the stunned reaction changes, the idiot is glowing, widely smiling.

“You’re helping with soobin’s event tomorrow.” Yeonjun says after a bit, resting his chin in his hands and smiling at you across the table.

You had almost forgotten that this wasn’t the end, and only the start. Four more events remained, and four more hosts. The thought alone was exhausting. Tomorrow would be soobin's event and you had absolutely no idea what it would involve.

“Hopefully, you don’t like him as much as you like me.” Yeonjun jokes, but keeps his eyes still lingering on you, something almost faintly wistful about it, though he’s still smiling.

Now that you’ve come to think of it, you’ll never likely be working with yeonjun again after this, feeling the tiniest bit melancholic about it. But you snort anyway. “Who said I liked you?”

“You have to have liked me a little, otherwise sleeping with me would have been a very strange decision on your part.” Yeonjun raises a brow at you, grin only deepening.

You burst into laughter despite yourself, and so does yeonjun.

“Unless,” he adds, placing a hand over his chest in wounded exaggeration, “the sex was so bad and you like me even less now, which would be quite sad.” A dramatic pout pulls at yeonjun’s lips.

As bizzare as yeonjun is, you supposed you get how people can be charmed and pulled in by this man now, because you do find you’re no different than anybody else who likes him anymore.

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A/n: I’m so sorry if this is shit and everyone hates it 🤣🤣 Im too scared to read it all back and then change it all and never post it 🤣🤣 i kinda hate this sm. yes I am aware the ending is so poorly written 🤣 Ughh i do have a love hate relationship w this bc I do feel I could have done it wayy better but I just don’t think I would have ever actually posted it so I’m making my peace. but ayyy yeonjun debut on my blog ! I actually have another fic idea for jjun that I want to write so badly too

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You read the message on beomgyu’s phone that he shoves instantly in your face with great confusion. You furrow your brows, unable to even comprehend what was being shown to you on the way-too-bright screen, eyes squinted and slightly stinging since the rest of beomgyu’s room was shrouded in darkness. A few moments prior, you were blissfully ready to succumb to sleep next to the boy.

Haechan: I know you’re a camboy, beomgyu. I always knew you were a fucking whore. Just wait until I tell everyone 🤣🤣.

You go completely still. For a second, it’s like the world crashes down.

What? How is this even real?

You’re still having trouble processing the words glaring back at you. It doesn’t make any sense to you. Not even remotely. Why would haechan even send something like that? The quiet economics guy who plays cello alone in the practice rooms? The haechan you’d now come to befriend? You reread it over and over again without saying a word, just trying to wrap your head around any of this. It’s nonsensical, it’s absurd!-

“Y/n.” Beomgyu’s voice snaps you back, cutting through the silence. You look up. His face is paling as well, eyes widened in equal disbelief. “Do you even know who he is?!”

You blink, thrown off by how frantic he sounds. “Who-Haechan? Yeah, he’s my-”

“He’s the guy who made all those rumours about me!” Beomgyu interrupts, the words tumbling out of his mouth way too fast. “The one whose girlfriend came onto me and he got angry at me over it!”

You frown, stomach twisting, still trying to catch up in the sudden whirlwind you were thrown into. “Wait, what?”

“Haechan,” Beomgyu repeats exasperatedly. “He’s crazy. He’s been dying to try and find some kind of shit on me for ages. He must be having an absolute field day with this. He’s had a personal vendetta against me ever since that whole thing.”

Shit.

“That’s him?!” Your mouth falls open.

Beomgyu gets up, pacing around half dressed, stress, pure panic, and frustration taking all up on his pretty features, his dark, thick, straight brows creasing. Beomgyu huffs, running a hand through his messy, damp hair, still staring at you incredulously as if any of this were your fault.

“How was I supposed to know it was him?” You protest, raising a brown at him, hands thrown up in defence.

“I could have told you easily. Why did you never say who it was?” Beomgyu exhales sharply.

You cross your arms, baffled. “I have no idea! I didn’t think it mattered!”

Beomgyu suddenly stops his pacing. He narrows his eyes at you, shooting you a slight betrayed look, jaw tight, his tone and his expression accusatory, and his voice low, dead serious. “Did you…tell him?”

The look he gives you is new, and it genuinely makes your throat close up, chest tightening. You hate how coldly he’s staring at you, blaming, untrusting, he’s never looked at you like that before ever. You didn’t even know he was capable of looking at you like that.

You gape at him. “No! You think I’d tell him? Wow…” a hollow, disbelieving laugh escapes you. You scoff, feeling hurt and offended that he’d even think you would.

He scoffs right back at you. “Then how does he know, y/n?”

“I didn’t tell him anything.” You snap, growing irritated and your temper flaring at how beomgyu was just accusing you of spilling secrets that could ruin the both of you.

“You sure about that? Because you were getting realll close with him…you sure you didn’t let it slip?” Beomgyu asks bitterly in a condescending and mocking tone, his eyes still narrowed at you.

You stare at him, completely affronted. “No. I’m not stupid.”

Your wrack your brain, trying to think of how haechan could possibly even find out, replaying every interaction, every conversation, every moment you’ve had with him—and that’s when realisation hits you. He saw that notification. It must be that. It can’t be anything else.

You stare off into the distance, mortified. “He saw a notification.”

Beomgyu frowns, tilting his head. “Notification?”

“The one for the live the other day. I forgot to switch it off and he saw when I was showing something on my phone. I didn’t think he’d be a weirdo to try and search it up. He found the channel. Oh my god.” You drag your hands down your face, groaning. Your anger simmers down quickly, leaving only dread.

Beomgyu just sighs heavily at the information, sitting back down next to you, knitting his brows, elbows on his knees, the tips of both his index fingers touching and he brings his hands underneath his nose. He tries to concentrate, thinking and contemplating what to do about this whole unfortunate situation both of you are currently stuck in.

You try to reason, attempting to assuage the tense atmosphere and make him and yourself calm down and feel a little bit better. “You can’t even see our faces. We don’t show our faces. How is he going to prove it’s us?”

But beomgyu shakes his head. “You don’t understand, y/n. People don’t care about proof. They just need something a little convincing. It’ll spread anyway if it looks even a little like us and it does. If anyone at uni finds out, we’re fucked. People aren’t so kind about sex work. And you’re roped into this now too. I don’t want that to happen to you.” Beomgyu meets your gaze upset, eyes softening but heavy with worry for you. “It could mess up your reputation, your career…what a piece of shit.”

You play with your fingers nervously now, properly thinking about what could happen made you feel a little sick. “What do we do?”

Beomgyu looks down at his lap. “I…I don’t know. Part of me thinks we…delete everything. The channel. Just erase it. That way, no proof. Nothing to connect.”

You blink, utterly devastated by his suggestion. “Delete it?” You repeat, voice small. “Beomgyu… i-it’s your channel…”

The idea feels like cutting off a limb. He can’t delete his channel. He loves his channel. You love this channel. You loved his channel long before you even knew it was him behind the screen - Angel313. He was your favourite camboy, his streams were obviously hot, but also oddly enough comforting and familiar to you. It was something that you always looked forward to in the week. Something always there. And it could possibly not exist anymore? Over this? It was your channel too now. Deleting it off the internet was like deleting a part of beomgyu, and of you. All your streams, archives, the money, all thrown away. You’d stop streaming with beomgyu…losing something that had become far more than just money or content to you.

Beomgyu exhales shakily, still not meeting your eyes. “Well, he’s going to tell everyone. It’s the only way I can think of. I don’t want people saying mean things about you too. I’ve been there before. The site doesn’t allow any kind of screen recording or downloading so if we delete it quick, maybe he won’t be able to show it to anyone.”

Both of you sit in silence, fully taking in the weight of it all, you could lose a lot. “I just can’t believe haechan would do this,” you mutter, “he seemed nice…and not weird.” You’re genuinely upset, finding out your mysterious cello friend was actually the one who ruined Beomgyu’s reputation.

“Yeah,” beomgyu snorts quietly, “I was good friends with him too once. He didn’t seem like that either. But after he got that girlfriend… he got weird and scarily obsessed with her and really possessive. She dumped him, obviously, but he still acts like I personally ruined his life and blames me for it. Don’t know why he still cares.”

Silence stretches between you. Beomgyu fidgets, then speaks up again after a short while. “Sorry for doubting you…” he says softly, guiltily chewing on his bottom lip. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry…” He lifts his eyes and looks at you so sincerely and expectantly, waiting like a puppy. He hesitates, then takes ahold of your hand quickly and desperately, not wanting you to still be upset at him at all.

You huff. “It’s fine,” but you give in easily and you squeeze his hand back, watching the way he breathes out a tiny sigh of relief at that, “Though, a little faith in me would be nice. I wouldn’t tell anyone this. You know that, I’m your friend.”

He lets go of your hand, rubbing at the back of his neck and nods. “Right.”

“Do you think we really have to delete the channel?” You ask, really hoping there was another way.

“I don’t know.” Beomgyu sighs, head falling back and he looks up at the ceiling, having totally surrendered. But, then you see his eyes light up, his expression changing. “…I may know some people…they might be able to help us…” he says cryptically, hushed and mysterious. Beomgyu glances left, then right, conspiratorially and conspicuously.

You lower your voice too, assuming you had to. “Oh my god really?! Who?”

“This is just huening kai and taehyun. How are they going to help us?”

Your optimism rapidly dies as you stare at the scene in front of you, Kai and taehyun slurp on ramen noodles, severely hunched over whilst gaming on kai’s computer, their figures illuminated by the glow on his monitor. The room smells potently of broth, energy drinks, and is suffocatingly warm with all the electronics. Noodles hang precariously from kai’s mouth as he smashes the buttons on his keyboard with concerning intensity and speed.

“Shoot him! Shoot him!-No, the other one—are you blind? Shoot! Behind! Behind you—behind you!” Taehyun is beside him, screeching dramatically into his ear in whatever game they were playing.

“I know what I’m doing!” Kai snaps. “You’re distracting me. Shush!”

“No, you’re just atrocious at the game.” Taehyun retorts with a raised brow.

“No, you are. That’s why you’re only watching.”

“I just don’t like playing horror games! Not that I’m actually bad at it...” Taehyun mumbles petulantly at him, wounded.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. You’re such a scaredy cat.”

For a few foolish seconds, you really thought beomgyu was taking you to some dark, secret, shady, underground organisation, that was going to miraculously help the both of you out and leave you forever indebted, some deal with the devil type of thing. Maybe they’d silently eradicate haechan, assassinate him. That would be great. Beomgyu had even worn a cap and sunglasses to go to huening Kai’s place. He’d also cautiously walked over here as if he were under surveillance by the government, which had turned out to be an absolutely unnecessary level of drama.

You let out a helpless sigh. This is not what you had envisioned. “These are the people we’re entrusting our lives and reputations to?”

Beomgyu puffs out his chest in offence like he’s been personally insulted. “They’re the best at getting dirt on people! I always go to them.”

Once kai dies in the game and squabbles a bit at taehyun, swearing and claiming it was his fault, they both swivel theirs chairs around to you and beomgyu like two villains, finally acknowledging your presence. They also give you a look of offence, expressions turning so incredibly arrogant.

“Yes.” Huening kai smirks satisfactorily. “we are. We’re experts”

“Professionals.” Taehyun adds with his arms crossed.

“Specialists.” Kai goads, nodding to himself.

You roll your eyes. “At what exactly?”

“Online stalking.” Taehyun quips.

“And blackmail.” Huening kai says with such devious excitement, thrumming his fingertips together like an antagonist. “You can find out a lot about a person online. Everyone’s got a dark past. We’ll find out about it. Don’t you worry heh.”

You exchange a look with beomgyu. He hums and nods along eagerly with a thumbs up, trying to sell the idea to you, approving and grinning as well, but it just seems like he’s overcompensating to you. “See? See? We’ll just blackmail him back!”

“That’s if you find anything…” You mutter with defeat and just accept that this is the plan now.

Kai spins his chair back round cheerfully. “Ohh, I love a good blackmail. Don’t you just love a good blackmail, tae?”

Taehyun cracks his knuckles and agrees. “Deeply.”

They get to work, taehyun pulling up and somehow finding out all of haechan’s social medias. They go through his tagged photos, his following, his friends, their friends, you see his baby photos, his old football club he supposedly was a part of, shots and recordings of old orchestras he was apart of as a teenager, his embarrassing try-hard linkedin, his strangely named playlists on spotify, an abandoned finance bro podcast channel he’d started with three episodes and no listeners, just to name a few.

Within minutes, haechan’s entire digital existence is scarily laid bare on the monitor in front of you like endless food on a table ready for you to dig into, except you have no idea where any of it came from. It could be roadkill for all you know. You’re sure haechan himself isn’t even aware just how much of him there is out there. You make a mental check to make sure you delete most of your own online presence too. It was quite frightening.

“So,” Kai says suddenly, stretching back in his chair with a yawn, “are we going to the party?”

“What party?” You query.

“Jackson wang’s end of exams party?! Come on we have to go.” Kai insists as if it were so obvious. “His parties are insane. If there’s a party you shouldn’t not miss out on, it’s his!”

“I don’t know…” you start apprehensively, “with everything going on. I don’t think it’s the best idea.”

You and beomgyu have avoided streaming since, neither of you feeling like it with what’s happened. And also because haechan now knows your channel so that would be super weird. As far as you know, he hasn’t exposed you guys yet, hasn’t said anything, and somehow that feels worse. You don’t know when he would, and the uncertainty keeps you more on edge all the time, your uneasiness deepening by the minute. The threat just hangs heavily over you, not knowing when the string would snap.

“You can’t let this haechan guy dictate your lives. You should allow yourself to have some fun. It’ll take your mind off things!” Kai protests with such comical conviction.

“Yeah,” Taehyun agrees. “Fuck him.”

“But what if haechan’s there and decides that’s the night he wants to tell the whole world?” Beomgyu speaks up. He’s been quiet for a while now, standing slightly behind you, arms crossed.

“That’s a good thing actually.” Taehyun’s eyes light up.

“How?” Beomgyu frowns.

“Once we find this blackmail,” taehyun explains calmly, very self assured, “We’ll confront him there. It’ll be public enough to scare him too. We’ll corner him.”

Kai is still scrolling on pages, but then he stops abruptly. “Oh.”

You lean forwards and so does beomgyu. “What?”

“He’s loaded. Like, rich, rich.”

Articles appear. Business features, his family name, a conglomerate. They practically own half of everything in the city. You never knew this. Why did it take so long to find these as well? Surely, it would have been the first thing that popped up when taehyun was searching.

You glance at Beomgyu, who looks just as surprised. “He never mentioned his billionaire-ass parents before,” he mutters.

“I don’t think he wanted anyone to know,” Taehyun observes, “Which is interesting.”

You knit your brows. “Why would he hide that?” Whilst there were articles about his family, it seemed there wasn’t much linking him to them or saying he was their son that much either.

It was getting late by now, and whilst you had found out substantial information you wouldn’t even want to know, and had discovered haechan having very rich ass parents, it didn’t really lead to much. You still didn’t feel like you had enough evidence to blackmail him on anything just yet, nothing you could actually use. It makes you worried. What if you never find anything? What if this is it? What do you do then? Delete the channel forever?

Kai notices your expression and waves a hand dismissively, reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You two go home. We’ll keep digging.”

Taehyun nods with a smile, an attempt to keep you hopeful. “He’s hiding something. We’re close.”

Kai grins. “And we will find it.”

Trying to fall asleep the night before the party is laughably futile. Your brain refuses to switch off, cycling through horrible scenarios. You’d had endless exams for the past few days and they’d at least made the impending dread and worry you felt for this catastrophic event not the first priority, but still festering in the back of your mind nastily as you revised, like the first subtle stages of a disease you could pretend to ignore before it became too late.

Haechan still hadn’t said anything yet and you had this awful feeling that he definitely would at the party. With taehyun and kai also having exams, they’d paused their researching too, buried in their own studies, and whilst they’d started up their digging once again, it’s not like you’d received a message from them yet if they had discovered anything. They’re certain they’ll find something though. If not, the other option was to hold his failed, slightly problematic, finance bro podcast as leverage to see just how embarrassed he was over that. Maybe it could work? Oh, never mind that, you know it won’t. It’s embarrassing, yes, but not exactly ruinous.

You and beomgyu had deactivated your channel for the time being at least. None of you had the heart to fully delete it yet and you’d hoped haechan wasn’t smart enough to have tried to backup evidence by recording on a different device or something like that. But, what if you can never stream with beomgyu anymore? What happens? What if you slowly by slowly hang out less? What if you’re not actually that close like you think. Is it all really just because of the channel?

All this irrational thinking is genuinely hurting your brain and you so desperately wished you could just fall asleep right now. You feel almost hysterical by now. It feels like you’ve been lying here for eons. You squeeze your burning eyes shut from the lack of sleep, and roll onto your side, then your back, then your other side, then your stomach, then your side again. You let out a frustrated groan, squeezing both sides of your pillow around your head—

Knock, knock

The sound of knocking suddenly comes from your door and you immediately whip your head to the noise, jolting, startled, genuinely frightening you since it was so quiet before. It was also four in the morning and you were definitely not expecting anyone at this hour.

Cautiously, you slip out of your bed and open your door just a crack, only to find beomgyu standing on the other side completely unannounced.

He’s in his plaid pyjama bottoms and wearing a white sleep shirt that’s slipping off one of his shoulders, exposing a sliver of his collarbone. Beomgyu’s hair is a mess, wolfcut flattened on one side and sticking up in random directions on the other. He’d looked like he’d just gotten out of bed himself and he sports an equally irritated and miserable expression. You’re guessing he’s in the exact same predicament as you.

“Can’t sleep.” He says with his lips heavily downturned, which also backups your hypothesis.

Your eyes linger down to the fluffy bear slippers he’s still wearing. You chuckle softly. “Yeah, neither can I.”

“Guess we’ll just have to try together.”

He walks right in, pushing past you like he’s done a thousand times before, kicks off his fluffy slippers and flops down onto your bed, face planting into one of your pillows with a long, dramatic groan, arms and legs splayed out.

You close the door after him. “Ah, yes. Just invite yourself in.”

Beomgyu rolls his head to the side to look at you, cheek smushed in the pillow and just shrugs at you, clearly unbothered by your sarcasm, making himself comfortable.

You join him, mattress dipping as you lay back down too. He instantly grabs out for you, pulling you in his arms and scooting closer to you, then closer until you’re tucked against his chest. He nudges and nuzzles his nose into your neck and you catch the soft, relieved sigh he lets out, his breathing finally slowing and evening out.

It’s ridiculous how it puts you at ease instantly, both your limbs warm beneath the covers, and his body feeling like a comforting cocoon around you. You relax and seep into him, his slow, hot breathing against your skin grounding and familiar. Neither of you say anything, but you don’t feel the need to. Everything with beomgyu is comfortable. You never feel uncomfortable. You can already tell how he’s feeling, and you know he can tell how you’re feeling too, just letting the quiet, shared exhaustion fill the room instead.

Despite the anxiety still lurking somewhere in the corners of your mind, you feel yourself slowly slipping, the impending party, the threat of haechan, all the tiredness of exams, blurring into background noise along with the quiet hum of your dehumidifier and the muffled city noises outside. It’s all replaced by the simple presence of having beomgyu here. You’d forgotten you weren’t all alone with the alienating your exams had done. You at least had each other and that alleviated you a little bit. You weren’t aware how much you needed him next to you. You swallow hard, heart twisting in that familiar flutter of intense emotions you didn’t have the words for. You turn around to wrap your arms around him too, submerging into his shirt. You can faintly smell the laundry detergent from his clothes, the hint of his body wash too and his natural, soothing, pleasant smell you’ve come to recognise. You tighten your grasp on him slightly, and he does the same, minutes stretching, letting everything ebb away with his heat and closeness.

And eventually, when your thoughts slowed enough to let go entirely, you feel your eyelids somehow grow impossibly heavy, when they hadn’t drooped the slightest bit before when you were alone. It’s the same with beomgyu, sleep, finally, miraculously, comes like a tide, plunging both you and beomgyu in and leaving everything else on the shore.

You’d accepted that shit was going to go down tomorrow. But you guess you’ll bear it together.

Once you walked into the party alongside beomgyu, you’re met with a dense throng of all kinds of people and varying degrees of intoxication. Music blares through hi-fi speakers as some dance and flail their arms, some miserable people sit on the sofas in judgement, though it makes you wonder why they even bothered showing up in the first place if they were just going to sour the mood. Others have a go at the foosball table, shaking the rods aggressively and making them clang loudly. Another group is deep into playing different drinking games such as beer pong. You spot some guys desperately attempting to get any girl to dance with them too, looking like a pack of hungry wolves preying on random women. Ew. Elsewhere, people are already immodestly making out, which they’ll probably regret later, and others just look far too drunk already for a party that had started not too long ago, staggering and slumping against walls or each other.

You’d done pres with beomgyu before so you were comfortably tipsy enough to not be so nervous of what might await you later on. You’re fashionably a little late, but people are still streaming in, all hyped up and screaming gestures to their friends so it’s fine.

It had taken you and beomgyu far too long to get ready, mostly because both of you had decided at some point that if the night was going to implode, you may as well look hot as fuck doing it.

You’d pulled out your best outfits, shared playlist you’d titled ‘Cunty’ on as you did your makeup, singing and rapping and shouting lyrics at each other. You still weren’t entirely sure why it had taken beomgyu so long considering he wasn’t doing any makeup, but he’d been agonising over styling his hair for a very long time.

You asked if he wanted a little makeup too and he’d nodded along, so you’d dusted a little glitter to his cheekbones and eyelids to match yours. You’d also applied the tiniest touch of pink tint on his plump lips and cheeks. He’d specifically asked for you not add the plumping lip gloss on him though, drawing the line at that.

“It burns.” Beomgyu complained.

“It tingles a little.”

“It burns.” Beomgyu repeated, traumatised from the last time. “It’ll melt my lips off.”

He even had let you curl his eyelashes, letting you add a thin layer of mascara since his lashes were already so unfairly, naturally long and doll-like without it. With it though, it’s ridiculous how his eyelashes look and just how much more length they span at their full potential. You’re almost envious.

Both your egos had inflated once you guys were done getting ready, checking yourselves out in the mirror, fully feeling yourselves and feeling totally invincible. You’d done a round of soju still listening to your playlist and taking an abundance of photos of each other on your pink digicam. (Beomgyu wouldn’t stop making you take pictures of him in every single damn conceivable pose since he thought he looked so hot.)

When it was his turn to take photos of you, he’d gone strangely quiet, staring a little too long, mouth parting dumbly in awe and eyes flicking over you like he was trying to commit the image to memory, your low cut top doing absolutely nothing to help his focus.

You look—” He’d gestured vaguely, as if words had failed him. “-Yeah…” Beomgyu breathes out, cheeks a vivid pink, but it definitely wasn’t from the tint you’d used on him because you never put that much on him, his ears also becoming pink.

You’d rolled your eyes, heat silently creeping up your neck too. “Whatever that means.”

Photos were taken together too, grinning stupidly at the camera and leaning closely into each other with peace signs and cheek pokes and heart signs.

Now, standing inside the house, you’re unsure what to do first. Voices overlap into an indistinguishable blur of noisy laughter and chatter and singing. It’s packed, more packed than typical, which is saying something. Jackson wang is a very popular guy. His house is also, unsurprisingly, big and very, very nice with lovely furniture you personally wouldn’t want a bunch of unknown students drunk around, and that wealthy open plan style.

Then, you spot it from afar and your eyes instantly light up: Food! Actual food. Real, tangible, edible food.

You’ve been to far too many parties that didn’t even have any kind of food, or the only hospitable sustenance was a pathetic, measly excuse for it, with just a sad bowl of crisps placed on a kitchen counter.

You and Beomgyu gravitate there immediately, wordlessly, like mosquitoes smelling sweat on bare skin, immediately abandoning any pretence of socialising. There’s an impressive assortment of trays filled with delicious looking platters, dips, snacks and finger foods and desserts neatly arranged on a long table. Without shame, both of you start snacking.

“This,” you say around a mouthful of something fried and yummy, “is how you know a party is good- and also a good host.”Beomgyu nods solemnly, making a noise of agreement, his mouth too full to say anything back. There’s crumbs clinging all around his lips.

“You’ve got a little something…” You gesture to your own face and mouth so he’d know whereabouts it is.

“Oh.” beomgyu attempts to brush the food particles off his lips, swiping clumsily, then also tries licking them off, but he’s just not doing it in the right place, “is it gone?” He asks innocently, tilting his head cutely.

“No-” You sigh. “It’s there, there-there, no.”

“You do it!” Beomgyu says exasperately after failing.

“Ew, no. What the fuck.”

“Just do it for me.”

“Ugh.” You cave, bringing your thumb to brush off the crumbs on the top of his soft lips, faces close and you can feel him watching you intently. It’s not actually that disgusting, but you still commit to the bit, pretending it is, dramatically shuddering your body.

Beomgyu rolls his eyes at your actions. “Thanks.”

“You can’t eat.”

There’s even a cocktail station, which seems a bit too luxurious for university students, but you’re definitely not complaining. You happily make your way to it and make yourself some kind of, hopefully drinkable, concoction. Beomgyu opts for a beer, because of course he does. You take a sip of your drink, pleasantly surprised it doesn’t taste like shit.

Scanning the room absently as you drink, you thankfully don’t see haechan anywhere at all yet, that’s good. Huening Kai and taehyun had said they’d join you later since they were still on their digital witch hunt. Apparently, they’d found something potentially damning and just needed to find extra evidence, which was hopeful.

“You wanna dance?” Beomgyu asks, grinning. You barely have time to respond before he’s grabbing your hand and tugging you forward, and soon both of you are dancing in the middle of the crowd, stupidly, uncoordinated, laughing and giggling too loudly with little care for anything else, bumping into others around. Beomgyu commits fully, pulling silly and ridiculous expressions with bizarre moves, eyebrows wiggling and mouth moving exaggeratedly as you both shout out the lyrics of the songs to each other, and you’re laughing so hard your stomach starts to ache and so do your cheeks from smiling the whole time.

You spin him around once, twice. It looks a little funny since he’s lanky, not stopping until he staggers dramatically, and then he gets you back, twirling you until the lights blur at the edges of your vision.

That familiar feeling settles in, of nothing else really mattering when you’re with beomgyu. He looks so happy, staring at you with his starry, bright eyes, brighter than any of the laser lights flashing (and way prettier) like you’re the only person here. Watching him jumping up and down, his hair flapping around as well resembling puppy ears, and his pretty teeth flashing as he smiles so wide. It makes your heart clench, tight and slightly aching, but it’s also a pleasant feeling, the fondness overwhelming and devastating. Your stomach twists in some kind of longing. You hope you always get to see him happy like that.

Eventually, It gets way too stuffy inside that it’s genuinely unbearable and so suffocating, too hot with so many sweaty bodies and the floor is starting to get disgustingly sticky from drunk people spilling their beverages carelessly all on the ground. You lean closer to beomgyu and he notices, leaning down at the same time.

“I need air!” You shout into his ear. He nods immediately, relief flickering across his face like he’d been thinking the exact same thing. You slip out together, wading past all the bodies, holding hands tightly, fingers laced as you lead the way so neither of you lose each other in the crowd, pushing past everyone and out into the garden, the cool, crisp night air finally hitting your lungs. You inhale and exhale deeply, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The garden is enormous and just as nice as the rest of his house. There’s fewer people lingering out here, sparsely scattered, some smoking and it’s contrastingly quiet. There’s fairylights prettily strung across all the tree branches glowing and golden, and you can just about make out a pond in one corner, a little arched bridge crossing over it with lanterns. Beyond that, far at the back and slightly shrouded with darkness, is a treehouse with a zip line attached too.

“Woah. Let’s go there.” Beomgyu’s eyes light up, looking entirely delighted.

The two of you break into a jog across the grass.

Beomgyu excitedly goes up the treehouse first. He plops onto the seat and barely waits before launching himself and zipping across, laughing and screaming as he goes down. He tightly holds onto the rope and his hair whips into his face as he throws his head back, grinning so youthfully. He lands a little clumsily but throws his hand in the air with triumph, clearly enjoying it very much. You shake your head at him, laughing too.

“That was so fun! Your turn!”

You climb up the slightly unsteady ladder. Warily, you sit and leap off. Then you’re screaming and laughing at the same time too, the garden blurry and spinning below as the wind strongly rushes against your face. It’s over far too quickly. You land…sort of. The seat stops awkwardly, still a little too high, feet not quite reaching the ground. You fumble uselessly, unsure how to get yourself off. “Um…Help?”

Beomgyu bursts out laughing, doubling over for a moment. “Just jump off.”

You refuse, looking down at the ground with a shake of your head. “No, I might die.”

Beomgyu sighs at you again, but he steps forward, placing his hands carefully on your waist, steady and warm as he lifts you down properly with surprising ease. You’re still smiling when your feet hit the grass.

Until you see something emerging, someone slowly making it’s way to you both. At first, you think it’s just another drunk partygoer drifting aimlessly through the garden, but then the silhouette becomes clearer.

Haechan.

He looks drunk, not the fun, carefree kind, but genuinely volatile and scary looking. When his gaze locks onto you, his mouth curls into something unpleasantly satisfied.

Your stomach drops. Beomgyu grows tense beside you.

“Well, well, well,” Haechan says, sauntering closer, clicking his tongue. “Look who it is.”

It’s disorienting seeing him this way. You’ve never really seen him like this. You’ve only ever known him as a quite reserved, but polite dude, someone a bit forgettable. Not aggressive or whatever this is you’re witnessing. You supposed you didnt know him too well, but still. This version of him is unsettling and almost unrecognisable to look at.

“He managed to fool you too, huh? Once he’s bored of fucking you, he’ll drop you too. I did warn you. ” Haechan continues, eyes flicking between the two of you, shaking his head at you. “Don’t worry. Everyone else will fully know too soon enough. Sooner than soon, even.” He laughs, short and sharp, and pulls out his phone. The screen lights up with a recording of your account. So he was smart enough to have recorded it on another device even with you deactivating. “Now would be a perfect time don’t you think?”

“Oh, get over it!” Beomgyu snaps, stepping forward before you can stop him, his voice seething with rage and looking like he was ready to fight haechan right then and there. “Seriously, when are you gonna get over it? Mi-kyong clearly didn’t even like you if she tried to get with me. How is any of that my fault?”

Haechan’s weird, creepy smile dissolves instantly, turning ugly. His jaw clenches as he takes another aggressive swig from his can, beer sloshing and dripping down his chin as he wipes at it with the back of his hand, eyes wild whilst crushing his can. “No. No,” he says, shaking his head, looking pretty insane and so livid. “You tried to steal my girl. You ruined everything. Fuck you.”

Beomgyu gapes at him, exasperated. You also stand in disbelief at his sheer delusion, not getting his thought process at all or why this would still be going on, and why you’re even suffering in this situation over nothing. It’s actually just pissing you off now.

“Fuck you, haechan,” you say flatly, stepping forward yourself, planting your feet in the grass. “Just fuck off, you’re embarrassing.”

He turns to you slowly, sneering, eyes raking over you with open contempt. “And you. I wasn’t surprised by how much of a disgusting, freak whore he is. But, I’m disappoint about you, y/n. I guess you’re just a slut too.” He practically spits at you.

That’s beomgyu’s tipping point.

He lunges for him in an instant and punches him, driving his fist smack right hard in the face. Haechan staggers back in shock, holding his face for a short, fleeting pause, before lunging violently for him as well with a growl, equally mad.

They hit at each other, fists flying, fighting but with not much skill or strategy, just fuelled by pure resentment they have towards each other. They’re now on the ground in a tangle of limbs and it’s so incredibly chaotic, shoving, punching, hitting, sounds of grunts and collisions, getting sloppier and angrier. You’re not sure what to even do or which of them is winning either, they both look fairly distributed with wounds. Beomgyu’s lip splits. Haechan’s nose is bleeding.

Haechan is now on top of beomgyu, straddling him, somehow managing to take the upperhand, blowing hits at beomgyu repeatedly, punch after punch. You stand frozen for half a second, watching beomgyu take a particularly painful hit that knocks the air completely clean from him and he wheezes out, eyes unfocused.

Now, you love playing fighting games, and usually it’s pretty satisfying when the character is just about to get KO’d. If you were watching a round on your screen right now, beomgyu would probably be on the lasts of his health bar. Normally, that moment is thrilling, you’d lean forward with your controller, waiting for the final blow. But, this isn’t fun to watch at all and you’re just worried for beomgyu. This has all gone pretty south.

Your eyes dart around, frantically looking for some kind of weapon until they land on a thick fallen log. You grab it and without thinking, you raise it, ready to beat the shit out of haechan with it. “Touch him again and I swear -!”

“—STOP!”

The shout cuts through the pure chaos. Taehyun and Kai come sprinting, kai skids to a halt, hands shooting up instinctively, while taehyun bends over with his hands on his knees, panting.

“WE GOT THE DIRT.” They both say frantically, hysterically, completely out of breath, but their eyes gleaming with a manic sort of triumph.

Haechan and beomgyu both stop mid-motion in confusion.

Kai dramatically places a hand over his chest, panting. “Ah… wait… one sec—” he gasps, chest heaving and struggling like a victorian child. Then finally he starts, regaining his composure with a smug smirk and directing his words at haechan. “You kept it veryyy quiet that you’re Lee Donghyuck. Son and heir of the Lee family. As in that Lee family. LC Industries. Wonder why.”

Haechan’s face drains of colour.

Taehyun crouches beside haechan, holding up his own phone and shaking it in his face mockingly with a grin. “We’ve got all the documents to prove it. Unfortunately for you, we’re able to find such things. It’d be socially disastrous if everyone were to find out you’d failed your exams and disgraced your family, that they had to generously ‘gift’ the economics department to let you into a top university huh?”

“Funny how that works.” Kai continues, scheming, eyes glinting. “Your family has strong public ties to education. A son who failed and then paid his way into a top university? Isn’t that illegal?” He tilts his head. “And you’re expected to be the heir of LC industries once you graduate. That would do terrible damage to the company, family name, ruin your reputation. The same thing could easily happen to you if you make the wrong choice, so I’d think about that more carefully.”

Silence stretches. Haechan doesn’t say a word. It’s quiet. He just sits there, looking down, jaw locked so tight. But you know then he won’t say anything. He can’t.

You drop the log and instantly kneel beside beomgyu, checking if he was alright, hands pressing gently to his cheek. “Are you okay??!” You note the blood and the dirt on his face and the fact that he looks like he’s going to pass out.

“Y-yeah…” Beomgyu weakly nods.

Kai and taehyun also concerningly rush over, all of you trying to get him up and stand.

At that moment a girl walks over, noticing the commotion, she takes one look at haechan on the floor and scrunches up her nose is disgust.

Haechan looks up at her, eyes going wide, in recognition. He scrambles desperately, “Mi-kyong!”

She scoffs in disdain. “Ugh. God, this is why I broke up with you. You’re so pathetic.”

“Wait! I-”

She turns and walks away without another glance, leaving him sprawled, a dramatic, sobbing, drunk mess on the grass.

You snort at the scene. Weirded out, exhausted, and more than done with this entire night, the four of you turn and also walk away together.

Thankfully, beomgyu is not dying.

He’s actually not that badly injured. Nothing broken, just a few cuts and bruises and scratches here and there on his body, but they’re not too bad. As for his face, it’s mostly intact, the most detrimental things being really only a scrape along his cheekbone and his lip that’s busted and swollen. Watching him get beaten up in the moment had made it look a lot worse than the damage haechan actually did to him. He still manages to look devastatingly gorgeous even with all the small cuts and dirt on his face and the messy bangs in his eyes, which seems wildly unfair.

He sits on a stool in your kitchen, silently watching your back as you pulled out your drawers looking for something to clean and tend to his wounds with. Finding a cloth and your hello kitty plasters, you run the cloth under some water and wring it out. You dab at it gently on beomgyu’s face, cleaning his wounds and getting rid of the dirt and dried blood. You tilt his chin, thumb resting just under his jaw, angling his face towards the light so you can see better.

He winces slightly once you get closer to dabbing at the cut on his cheek, lips twitching into a pout. “Ow.”

“Shit, sorry.” You immediately apologise and swipe the cloth along his bottom lip more carefully this time as he exhales slowly through his nose.

“It’s okay.”

You peel open the pink hello kitty plaster and place it on his cheek, smoothing it down. Smiling, you step back, forcing lightness into your voice. “Cute. There, all tidied up.”

“Thanks.” Beomgyu says, giving you a small smile back. He’s been very solemn, subdued this entire time and clearly deep in thought. You’re not entirely sure why, because shouldn’t he be happy for a situation that supposedly ended well? He just stares at you with this intensity in his eyes you don’t know the reason for.

You turn around to put everything back in the drawers and you can practically feel him boring holes in your back, it makes you hyperaware of every movement you make. You feel slightly self conscious and you don’t exactly know why.

“If I…delete the channel,” beomgyu finally speaks up, “and make a new one,” he adds quickly, “You’d still stream with me, right?” You turn around to face him, he looks at you imploringly, eyes raw and searching. “Are you going to continue streaming after all of this?”

You’re taken aback. There’s something braced about the way he’s sitting, like he’s already preparing for an answer. “Beomgyu,” you say slowly, genuinely confused. “Of course I would. Why would I stop?”

“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “Maybe after nearly being exposed you realised you don’t really want to anymore and it’s all too much and it was just a short term source of income. I mean, I was the one who actually asked you to start streaming with me and you were wary about it. And—” He cuts himself off with a breath. You can see him trying to decide how much to say. “Because, I don’t want to do this if it’s not with you. I mean, I really don’t want to. Like, I wouldn’t want to find someone else. Or go solo again. I’d hate it.”

“Neither do I,” you say, without thinking.

“No, you don’t get it, y/n.” He pauses as if thinking whether he should say what he says next.

You do, actually. You think you might get it terrifyingly well.

Beomgyu rubs at his neck. “I…I like you. A stupid, ridiculous fucking amount.”

Your breath catches.

“And I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way—”beomgyu rushes on, rambling, “it’s fine, I’ll like, genuinely cope. I think, as long as you’re still in my life and nothing changes. I hope this doesn’t change anything. I don’t want things to be weird.” His bottom lip starts to wobble and quiver, trembling, looking up at you so vulnerably. The look on his face makes something ache inside you, like he’s mourning something he thinks he’s killed already.

For a second, you can’t speak, not because you don’t know what to say, but because there is suddenly too much to say and too much you’re feeling. It’s dizzying, your chest feels full and overflowing, but a massive weight is lifted off your shoulders, leaving you lightheaded. It’s followed immediately by this overwhelming, profound swell of affection that feels almost unbearable.

You’ve known that your feelings for him were already deep and tangled and perilous, inevitable and quietly consuming in the background. You think about how naturally he fits into your days, how your schedules are warped around each other, how every silly and fun moment seems to orbit around him most of the time, how easy it is to not wear a mask when he’s there, and the way he always, always gets you. It’s already shaped both of your lives before either of you had the courage to name it. Hearing him say it out loud doesn’t create the feeling, or make you suddenly realise, it just confirms it, that this beautiful, ridiculous boy matters to you in a completely irreversible way. And that you matter to him in the same. You can’t even remember what it was like to go about your days without beomgyu. He’s filled every absence and silence, painted every crevice and unnoticed gap in your life with colours you couldn’t see before, couldn’t even comprehend.

“No, beomgyu,” you say softly, eyes stinging, “I really, really like you,” you huff a breath that sounds close to a laugh, “a stupid, ridiculous fucking amount too.”

“Oh.” Beomgyu blinks, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Then his shoulders sag, all the tension draining out of him at once. “Wait, romantically right?”

You exasperatedly nod. “Yes!”

“Oh, thank god. Just checking.” He stands so suddenly the stool scrapes against the floor, and then he’s hugging you tight, swallowing you with his arms, desperate, clinging. His arms wrap around you fully, his face smushed into your shoulder.

“I’m sort of a right fool for you.” beomgyu mumbles, muffled into your shirt.

You giggle at him, hugging him back tightly. “You were already that before.”

He lifts his head just enough to glare at you in a mock pout, trying to pretend to be offended but failing miserably since there's a huge, stupidly happy smile on his face, grinning so bright and wide. “Shut up.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips with a lazy smile and a tender gaze, finding it hard to even look back up and meet your eyes, that oddly shaped, charming dimple of his that comes out occasionally, slipping into view. You already know what he’s practically begging you for.

You pull him down a little bit more and he meets you halfway. You press your lips with his, full of everything you’ve been holding back and he effuses into it, moving your lips with his gently, passionately. You’ve kissed beomgyu many times before now, but it feels new and so familiar all at the same time.

When you pull back, your foreheads rest together, giggling. Beomgyu exhales with a shaky laugh, before leaning in and pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another quick peck in the centre, and another.

When you finally dive in for another makeout session, you kiss him harder this time, deeper, hungrier, ardently. Not fucking him for a while, not kissing him like this, it easily catches up to the both of you and you suddenly need him with everything in you. You’re practically eating each other’s faces off now and he easily lets you push your tongue into his, swirling your tongue and saliva with his, heading moving and tilting in opposite directions, smacking your lips together.

You suck on the bottom of his soft, pillowy lips and lick them, you lick softly near where his lip is split. He shudders, the tiniest whimper. But it seems he actually likes it. You gently, lightly pull it in between your teeth where it hurts and is swollen. He moans out and hisses, liking the pain and the sting of it. You can taste the bitterness of it, coppery, but it’s pleasant. It’s clear beomgyu’s mind has totally blanketed over. You kiss him more, and gently suck on the tip of his tongue before releasing it. His lips are even more impossibly swollen, red and ruined even without it being busted.

With a dazed, heated look, beomgyu bares his neck sexily for you, tilting his head to the side. silently pleading for your mouth on his neck too. You attach your lips to the column of his pretty, unadorned neck, attacking and kissing the sides and ready to embellish it. You suction your mouth on the sensitive areas, sucking, hearing him let out startled, soft mewls and whines. You don’t let your lips off until the small, little blood vessels under the skin burst and blossom into raw, violent splotches of maroon littered across his neck. You lick a long stripe, starting from the cute mole in between his collarbones and up over the sharp ridge of his adam’s apple. You press your tongue down harder on that part, and under his chin. He swallows, chin lifting up as you do with his lip caught in between his teeth, trembling, eyes glazed up, hands gripping the edges of the table tightly.

You kiss once more, his hands on your waist tightly, before you know it he’s backing you into the kitchen counter and lifting you up onto it, spreading your legs to fit him in between. He holds onto your thighs tightly, whining into your mouth needily as he begins to rut his stuttering hips in the space underneath one of your knees, pressing his clothed dick against it, humping you pathetically.

“A..a-ah. Please,” he breathes, “You-Please. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Seems like you’re doing the opposite.” You raise a brow.

Beomgyu shakes his head, still rutting and rocking against you, he kisses you some more, a soft, needy sound slipping past his lips and into yours, before he’s dropping to his knees on the cold kitchen floor. He’s tugging your underwear off desperately, clumsily. He kisses your ankle, the insides of your thighs and higher. With your thighs, he drags you more forward, closer to the edge of the counter so it’s easier for him, his face directly in line with your cunt, breath puffing hot. He pathetically whines at the sight, salivating already, and without even asking, he presses his face into you.

Beomgyu kneels, head buried deep in your cunt so all you can see is his long, shaggy mop of hair. The first sweep of tongue is slow and deliberate, he languidly licks up your pussy, then attaches his full lips to the mush of your clit, sucking intently. You bite your lip, tilting your head up to the ceiling in bliss, grabbing ahold of his hair, fingers threading through the locks and tugging just enough to make a high pitched little noise escape his throat in response.

You can’t forget that he quite literally has a split lip, but he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about it, even if it’s irritating him, he just continues to let out vibrating muffled, whiny sounds into you. He lowers his mouth to prod his tongue into your hole instead, pushing and twisting and turning deeply whilst his pretty, wide nose bumps against your clit, he moves his head left and right, purposefully nuzzling and brushing his nose harder for you. He knows what he’s doing, he always does, just wanting to keep you satisfied.

You bring his head closer, massaging his scalp slightly, fingers stroking through the soft strands on the nape of his neck. “Yeah…that’s exactly it, gyuu. Mm.” He lifts his head up slightly, gazing up at you with, his pupils dilated crazily wide by now. You coo, “Look at you…so focused. Aww, you really like doing this don’t you, gyu?” He hums against you, you can feel him nodding, nose brushing up and down at that. “hhah-you have no idea how good you make me feel, beomie.” You throw praises at him, your eyes clouding up at the feeling of beomgyu’s mouth on you.

You can practically see his brown irises sparkle momentarily at that, shining and giving you heart eyes. The praises just make him crazier, famished, he dives back in with renewed fervour, lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated animal seeing a pool of water, so intent on pleasing you more and eating you out with such a frenzy, you’re squirming around him, trying to shut your legs, but he doesn’t relent, not even a little. The slurping sounds are genuinely nasty and almost embarrassingly loud over the kitchen. He shoves his head impossibly deeper and you tip your head fully back, one of his hands slowly reaching up your body to your breasts, groping and kneading and squeezing them. He’s stupidly moaning even louder than you and you’re the one reaching your tipping point.

He lifts up again barely, just to obsessively watch the reactions on your face to what he’s doing to you and how you’re nearly on the edge, looking at you like a puppy seeking approval. chasing your every reaction like he’s starving for it. Desperately, beomgyu pushes his ring and middle finger inside you without warning, pistoning them into you, the sounds your pussy makes from this is so slushy and wet and gushing, you gasp, knitting your brows with your mouth open. Beomgyu studies your face, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, whining, wanting you to cum already, still fucking his fingers into you at a brutal place and reattaching his swollen lips to your bundle of nerves, and it all comes crashing down on you with a cry. You cum on his face and beomgyu excitedly laps it all up greedily and delighted, his tongue and fingers working through your aftershocks, wanting to catch everything your pussy gives out, and he lets out pleased sounds.

“Ah…so good, gyu…” you cradle the side of his cheek, he smiles and grins gleefully, kissing your palm and looking at you so adoringly.

He stands back up happily, his face drenched in your slick and his spit and drool. He’s instantly all over you again, kissing you with his messy, soaked lips, tasting yourself on his mouth. He kisses you and kisses you, again and again. You don’t even realise you’ve made it to your sofa. You push him instead, the backs of his knees hitting the sofa and falling onto it gladly. You follow immediately, hovering over him. Beomgyu brushes his thumb over your cheek, giggling breathlessly. You laugh softly too. He’s so cute.

You rid the rest of your clothes off and beomgyu watches you in awe, hands resting on your waist now. “You’re so pretty.”

“So are you.”

He helps you discard of his own clothes. You lean back down, cupping his cheeks dotingly for no reason, just looking at his pretty face. Then you wrap your fingers around his cock, briefly pumping it a few times, watching the way he totally forgets about everything, hips jerking, melting into a puddle as he lets out small, breathy noises.

You stop your movements on his dick and with a wicked grin, you sit yourself on him. You slowly slide your wet folds against him, watching the way he instantly falls apart.

“Ughh…y-y/n,” the sound lands somewhere between a sigh and plea.

You grind against his poor, leaky, flushed cock harder, earning startled little sounds that his voice fractures into. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes shut, it’s scarily already too much for him already.

“S-stopp, inside, inside.” Beomgyu grabs your wrist, needy, begging.

“Ssh. Be patient, baby.” You lightly scold him, continuing to roll your hips faster, continuously, enjoying the feeling of the wetness from you and the precum dribbling out out his tip, gliding easily and mixing and smearing together, bumping at your clit and stimulating your folds.

Beomgyu shakes his head, half panting and half whimpering, eyes watering, hands twitching uselessly at your sides, his lips parted like he was meant to speak, probably to beseech you again, but only a shaken noise comes out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, beomgyu’s dick spills out cum, squirting out white onto his tummy in uncontrolled spurts. He looks down, horrified, like he can’t even believe it himself.

Then he sniffles, crying out, devastated and disappointed. “Didn’t want to cum that fast, wanted to cum inside you.” The corners of his lips pull entirely downwards.

You click your tongue. “Can’t control yourself, gyu. Hm?” You mock him, though you don’t actually care, your tone soft. It was hot to see him make a mess all on himself that quick.

“No- just missed you.” Beomgyu frowns. The mascara you’d put on him earlier, now running down his cheek all clumped and messy, referring to how you guys haven’t streamed in so long with haechan and then also not really seeing each other as much as you usually would because of exams too.

You reach up and swipe your thumbs gently under his eye, wiping away the tiny exaggerated tears. “Aww, you missed me?”

Beomgyu’s lips are dramatically downturned but he replies with soft sincerity. “Yeah.”

Your heart swoops. It did feel very strange to go days without properly being with him. “Missed you too.” You kiss his nose and he softly smiles, knowing you felt the same. “Will you even be able to handle my pussy after so long, gyu?” You tilt your head, slipping back to teasing him because it feels easier than admitting just how full your chest feels again.

Beomgyu nods so fast it’s comical. “I can. Please.”

“You already came though.” You tut, faux contemplating, glancing pointedly at the mess on his tummy.

“I can cum again!” beomgyu quickly insists, frantic and pleading, falling for it and getting worked up, panicked, “need you.”

With that, you take a hold of his dick, feeling him slightly twitch. You lift yourself up and guide his dick to your entrance, slowly taking him in you, first his swollen tip, and then lowering yourself completely, ever so carefully, down on his entire length, until your hips meet his, enveloping his cock with your pussy. You sigh out at the feeling of finally having his dick in you again and stretching you out. It’s so perfect.

“Ohhhmygod.” You almost forget to watch beomgyu’s reaction for a second. Beomgyu has practically gone cross-eyed, mouth fully open. He’s panting loud and heavy, like you’ve knocked the wind out of him and you haven’t even moved a single bit yet. He’s resembling when you first fucked him and took his virginity, sure it’s the longest you’ve gone without fucking, but it hasn’t been that long.

“You need a minute?”

“Sshit-yeah…” beomgyu knits his brows, and groans out long and deep.

You don’t know how long you wait, it could have been like, ten seconds, but it felt like forever to you. Eventually, you grow impatient and you just grab onto his shoulders, lifting yourself up again and back down, starting a slow rhythm. You sheath and unsheath your pussy languidly on his dick, hitting deep, softly moaning. The friction is searing and hot and you can feel your walls dragging along the little ridges of some of the thick veins from his dick.

Beomgyu on the other hand, is absolutely lost in the sensation of your pussy wrapped around him. You swivel your hips clockwise, then anti-clockwise repeatedly, watching the way his jaw goes slack at this.

“So good-feels sso good,” beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and eyes drooping with pleasure already. He genuinely looks like he physically cannot cope with any of it.

You still want more though. Your grip on his shoulders tighten, using it to give you more strength to bounce on his gooey dick, quickening your pace but not significantly. Beomgyu’s brain is mush. He’s a goner.

You can’t even see his face anymore, the top of his face somehow buried underneath the numerous cushions on your sofa, he’s sinking into it, all you can see is his full lips in the shape of an ‘o’ and his front teeth, being able to spot the slight chip on one of them. It’s like he’s not aware it’s possible to even close his mouth at all. You laugh at the absurd sight of him and lean forwards to throw the cushions off him, brushing his wet hair out of his face so you can fully see the expression of unmistakable ecstasy that he’s in the throes of, his long clumped eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

He doesn’t notice any of this. He looks like he’s fully checked out of everything. And seriously, your pace wasn’t even that fast. You lightly slap at his cheek, trying to wake him up from his trance-like state, his head lolls, eyes rolled to the back of his head, scatter-brained. He doesn’t respond. You grab at his chin, facing you. “gyu, gyu. Are you there?”

“….huhh….?”

You burst out laughing, totally amused. “holy shit, beomgyu.” You start riding him at a brutal pace, wondering just how much more fucked out he can get. “Imagine your viewers seeing you right now, you look like you’re getting fucked for the first time all over again.”

Beomgyu chokes out a moan, but you’re surprised to hear him speak up, voice so strained, in between gasps, “d-don’t need an audience-h-hahhh…only need youu-nggh”

You lean down, hovering close to his face, spurring him on. “Yeah? You love my pussy don’t you? Loved when I took your virginity didn’t you, baby?”

“Mmm,” Beomgyu whines out, eyes fluttering shut, nodding feverishly, saying any shit unabashedly. “Love your pussy…so glad it wass youuh…Wouldn’t— wouldn’t want anyone else…only you. M’ all yours.”

You’re truly enraptured by his expressions of you just riding him. Suddenly, you get an idea. You pull off his dick. Beomgyu whines and frowns at the lost contact, totally perplexed and wounded.

His hands grasp out for you, trying to bring you back but you ignore him, standing up off the sofa and grabbing at his dainty, pretty, long legs instead. You spread them, holding them apart by his ankles. Beomgyu furrows his brows at you and makes a small, cute, confused sound, but he trusts you with everything in him so he just completely surrenders to whatever you’re doing pretty calmly. He’d give you anything you want, would let you do anything to him, would let you consume him completely. You hold his dick in place at a better angle for your pussy, trying to line yourself up. Once again, you’re grabbing his dick like you’re using a dildo in the privacy of your bedroom and shifting your position whichever way you want.

“What are you doing—ohh.”

You thrust into him, both hands curled around his ankles again, the way his cock presses differently inside you, angled in a way that reaches so much deeper and drags along the nerves in your spongy walls deliciously. It clearly affects beomgyu too, his face contorting into an absolute state of rapture on his features and he elicits a mangled mewl.

The position is entirely vulnerable for beomgyu, and for a split second, you can see his cheeks flush even more than they are, his mannerisms turning shy, but he almost immediately stops giving a fuck, in fact it spurs him on. He tries to keep his eyes open and focused to watch you as you fuck him, like both your sexes have swapped and he’s the one with a cunt, finding it so hot even though his eyelids keep drooping and his eye’s keep rolling back.

You push your hips forward continuously slamming them with his. Everything about fucking beomgyu this way clearly drives him crazy, fogging up and dumbing his already fucked out brain. His tongue lolls out exaggeratedly like a panting dog and moaning high pitched like a slut without restraint.

By now, the delirium has taken over the both of you, entirely consumed by the sensation of each other.

You pant, spewing random dirty talk with your eyes dazed. “D’you love getting fucked by me like this? Yeah? Want me to use you like a dildo all the time? Want that to be-ah-your only purpose? Just my toy? I’ll bounce on your dick all the time, gyu.”

“Yeah, yeah,yeahyeahyeah. Can use me, ghhhgn wanna stay in your pussy forever….never wanna leave,” Beomgyu drools, nodding dumbly, mouth parted in disbelieved pleasure, reeling in it.

You lean down to his heaving tummy, placing a kiss on his belly button and where his piercing lies, you come closer to his body, moving up and he wraps his arms around you, holding onto your for dear life as an incessant stream of moans rip through his throat.

You desperately fuck him faster, driving into him, snapping your hips forward again and again, getting closer to the edge and pulling him into a messy kiss as you do so, still clinging onto each other, eating up his garbled cries.

“Ah-gonna cum. You want it? Want me to cum around your cock, beomie?”

“S-sso much—” beomgyu gasps, sobbing. “Oh my god—”

Both of you dissolve into incoherent, breathless sounds of ‘mm— mm— mmmm mmmmm’ exchanging back and forth between kisses continuously and moaning out each others name, becoming more and more high off each other, in consonance with each other. Nothing else mattering at this moment except for the intoxicating feel of your lips against his, body pressed flush against his. The world could disappear entirely, and it’s possible neither of you would notice, so lost and gone in the feeling.

“Only you,” beomgyu breaks, words cracking as they leave him, “Only you-only you can make me feel this way, only youonlyyouuonlyyou.”

You reach your high first, clenching around him and letting go. Beomgyu lets out three different notes, oscillating like piano trills. Until a glissando of all sorts of notes slide up, reaching a crescendo. “C-cc-ccumming—” Beomgyu chokes, breath coming out in sharp pulls, “cummingcummingy/n, y/nnnn—”

You cum hard enough that your vision whites out at the edges. Paralysed by the intense orgasm, you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt that in your life and you can tell he’s like that too. Cum oozes out from his dick nonstop, spilling helplessly, replacing the dried cum on his tummy previously. You can practically see his soul leaving him, gone to the ether, his body just jelly as he sags into the sofa and cushions with a sound closer to a sob than a moan.

He still manages to hug you tighter, shaking body pressing more into yours so his cum smears on you too, clutching you. You hold his cheeks in your hands, peppering dazed butterfly kisses on his wrecked out face and on his hello kitty plaster, already slightly peeling from the corner with all the sweat.

“Ughh…I missed you.” Beomgyu knocks his head with yours.

You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. “You already said that.” You carefully brush the sweaty strands of his hair out of his sweaty face, looking into his big, soft, brown eyes, twinkling, glittery as they stare back up at yours with so much emotion and adoration in them.

“I don’t care. Missed you, missed you, missed you~” Beomgyu grins, blissed out.

“Just my pussy?” You deliberately provoke him just because it’s funny.

“Obviously, so much more than that, idiot.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, jabbing your head.

“It’s way too fucking hot for this shit.”

It’s the hottest day of the month, sweltering. The grass is brittle and warm beneath your stomach as you lie in it, half propped on your elbows with a book in your hand. Beomgyu is sprawled on his back, still eating the remnants of the pastries you both had bought from the bakery nearby, humming in agreed response, though he seems pretty content. There’s quite a lot of other uni students too, sitting with their friends across picnic blankets, people walking their dogs, others passing through on the path with their bicycles, bells ringing, children laughing in the distance.

It’s the last week left of lectures before you’re fully finished with the uni year. Beomgyu had forced you to come out on your free day. He’d stood in your kitchen earlier with absolute conviction, declaring that you’d promised to go out on a date. When you’d agreed to that, you weren’t aware of the weather. Even with your proposal to stay inside with the AC and continue watching the drama you both had started instead, beomgyu had refused, shaking his head and staying adamant about it. No amount of dramatic pointing at the weather app of the temperature had deterred him, unfortunately.

Now, you’re laying in the park near your campus, trying not to fucking melt.

After eating the rest of his pastry and licking around his lips, beomgyu scoots closer to you, grass rustling beneath him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back, practically on top of you.

“Ew-no-get off. I’ll get so sweaty!” You shove beomgyu off you, immediately protesting.

He sticks his tongue out at you with a dramatic, wounded look but allows himself to be pushed away. “Rude.”

“You’re so sweaty right now and so am I.” You point out. “I don’t want to get even more sweaty. It’s too hot.”

Beomgyu flops onto his back again with a theatrical groan, a noise of betrayal. “Woww. This is how you’re treating your sweet boyfriend who just wants to cuddle.”

Not much changes when you start dating. You still bicker. You still spend an alarming amount of time together, you still stream and go to your lectures together. It’s subtle. Just that you’re both more honest and open with your feelings and affection for one another, beomgyu especially. You can’t get rid of him. You’re not complaining most of the time.

After finishing one of the chapters of your book, you close it, setting it aside and resting your chin on your hand. You watch beomgyu with interest instead. He’s lying down with his eyes closed, forearm flung over his face, attempting to nap, chest rising and falling, one knee bent and the other leg kicked out. You contemplate to yourself for a moment before speaking. “…Are you scared?”

Beomgyu slowly flitters his eyes open, brows drawing together faintly with a curious expression. “For what?”

“That next year’s our final year.”

His expressions changes. Beomgyu goes quiet, pensive, thoughtful. “…yeah. A little. I don’t want to be an actual adult yet,” beomgyu answers honestly, squinting his eyes up at the sky, “it just feels like every year gets faster.”

You hum in agreement, fiddling with a blade of grass between your fingers.

It’s true, this academic year has gone by even faster than usual, though it’s been one that so much changed. You can’t believe the events that happened. At the start of the year, you hated the idea of working with beomgyu, co-organising that christmas performance, still convinced of the rumours about him. You’d never have thought he was the face behind your favourite camboy, that you’d end up fucking your favourite camboy in person. You definitely hadn’t expected for beomgyu to be someone you care for so much.

You and beomgyu have indeed now started afresh on a new channel named - AngelandDevil313 - beomgyu was the one to suggest it, defending it with his life. It’s cringey, yes. But you’re doing very well, even better than before, in the top five popular channels on the site, starting new had all your loyal viewers from before and reached a lot of new ones.

“I’ve had fun this year, though,” You say after a moment, staring up at the vivid, sunny sky too, squinting. “Because of you. And I’m excited for next year with you too.”

“You did that for me too.” His smile creeps in slowly, like he’s trying not to make a big deal of it and failing anyway because his smile is somehow rivalling the sun right now, impossibly beaming. “We’ll be working together again next year, though,” he says, clearly very delighted at that, pointing at you playfully, “aren’t you excited?~”

From the success of being paired up to organise the music department’s Christmas performance, your lecturer had decided the two of you were a great set and had promptly promoted both of you to be the presidents of the orchestra fully next year once the other seniors had graduated. You’re his partner yet again.

“Mmm. It’ll be fun. Also stressful.” You’re proud to be chosen though, it’s such a high prestige.

“We make pretty good partners, you know.” Beomgyu rolls to his side, elbow propped on the grass as he stares at you with a shit eating grinning. “Maybe we should start another business in the future together.”

You stare at him too, amused, eyebrow raised. “And what would that be?”

Beomgyu animatedly taps at his chin, looking up. “Hmm…maybe a cafe, hehe.”

You snort. “A cafe? We set the fire alarm off making cookies. Who’s going to be baking?”

Beomgyu thinks for a moment, furrowing his brows, but then shrugs his shoulder in defeat, totally agreeing. “Alright. Fine. Tyun and Kai can bake. We’ll handle the business side.”

You nod your head, softly chuckling.

“Or,” beomgyu smirks insufferably, “I could just stand outside. I’m sure many people will come in if they just see me and my handsome face. I’ll draw the customers in.” Beomgyu flicks his hair, flamboyantly.

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Riight.”

“Okay but think about it,” beomgyu insists, eyes bright and a lighter brown, golden from the way the sun catches onto them, looking even prettier, his dimple peeping out too, deeply pressed in his cheek. “A live music cafe. We could perform together and have other musicians play on days too. I think it’d be pretty spectacular.”

You smile fondly, his entire idea of a cafe is so cute and endearing. You’re half-convinced already just from how passionate he is about it.

“Our channel is doing so well now. We’ll even be able to pay off our tuition together.” Beomgyu rolls closer to you, shoulders touching despite the heat, arms touching in that unconscious, gravitational way you’ve both developed.

“You think we’ll last that long?” You tease.

“Yeah,” he says. “I do.” There’s something dangerously soft in his voice.

“That’s ambitious. We haven’t been dating for that long.”

“I don’t care,” he says, simply. “It’s different with you. I know you feel it too.” he adds, suddenly shy, sheepish in the way he gets when he realises he’s being way too earnest, “at least…I hope so. I wanna live with you eventually. Stream with you for a long time.”

You swallow, eyes slowly widening.

“You’re like, my person,” beomgyu finishes, quieter. “I think we’ll last.”

Well, you’ve definitely melted now, not sure whether it’s the sun or beomgyu that’s killed you off.

Your throat tightens. The certainty in it makes you feel all those intense emotions you always feel whenever it’s beomgyu, butterflies in your stomach. You look away so he doesn’t quite see how it lands on your face. “Yeah, so are you.” you admit, quietly too.

“Wait, are you about to cry?!”

You cough, dabbing at your eyes quickly. “No. It’s hay fever, obviously.”

His stupid grin is immediate again, very satisfied, obnoxiously so, thankfully he doesn’t say anything else about it.

He nudges your foot with his. “Anyway. Speaking of, it’s a streaming night. Let’s make music in another way heh.” Beomgyu wiggles his brows, his face getting closer to yours.

You groan and shove his face away while he cackles, sunlight catching in his hair, laughter loud and unguarded. “At least we’re getting out of here.”

Beomgyu gets off the ground, dusts of his jeans, and reaches his hand out for you with a soft, lingering smile, you take it. His fingers curl around yours immediately, warm and familiar, pulling you up with an ease that makes your stomach swoop.

“Come on.”

You coat your fingers with more lube, pushing your slicked fingers once more into beomgyu’s glossy, puckered hole, trying to ease him, working him open. Slowly, you pump them in and out as beomgyu knits his brows together, softly moaning from time to time, face buried in the silk pillow, ass up.

“Mm…more.”

“You sure?”

Beomgyu rocks his hips back to meet the pace of your fingers, reaching deeper, as a form of confirmation. You slap his little ass lightly in response and he whines quietly in frustration.

“Pleaseee?”

You know he’s been waiting absolute centuries for this, so you relent, not wanting to torture him longer because you know you’ve stretched him out well enough already.

You lather more lube onto your strap on as he watches, eyes glittery with anticipation. You’d searched online extensively for a dildo pretty enough you could use on beomgyu for a stream. It’s a faint jelly pink, see through and slightly bigger than what beomgyu’s used to, and there’s hot pink little heart shapes trapped inside the translucent toy for decoration, making it look prettier. You’d even worn a frilly, light pink and white babydoll lingerie dress, which beomgyu had already lost his mind over. The juxtaposition of you wearing something more feminine whilst wearing a dick, you fucking him like that all pretty, clearly driving him even more crazy, liking the clash. You’ll make sure to put him in it too next time.

“Wanna ride you.” Beomgyu speaks, eyes cutely half lidded.

“Yeah, angel?” You lift a brow. “Should we ask the viewers how they want me to fuck you?”

You flick through the comments, but surprisingly, they all actually agree with what beomgyu wants for once, wanting to see what he’d look like riding your strap.

So, you lie back against the silk pillows yourself, watching beomgyu as he slowly straddles your hips. He doesn’t put it in yet, surprisingly, gazing down at you with a soft but heated stare, you prolong the eye contact until beomgyu eventually reaches down to cup your cheeks. He presses his lips with yours, his lips fluffy and smooth and cushiony and satin just like the pink silk pillows you lay in, wishing you could do the same with his lips. You makeout, slow and messy as he whimpers into your mouth, getting more turned on from both of you kissing.

He pulls away ultimately, and grabs the dildo, you also help to hold it in place. He puts his hands on your upper stomach as he lifts up, placing the dildo at his oiled, puffy hole, and carefully he takes it in inside of him, stretching him, lowering down and down, little by little, until the entire length has disappeared in him and he’s fully sat back down on you.

Beomgyu stills, head thrown back as a quiet, startled gasp slips loose from his mouth.

After a moment, you swivel your own hips, watching the way his expressions changes as the toy angles in different ways inside him with a tiny groan. He swivels his hips too, both of you circling around in tandem.

When he’s ready, beomgyu rolls his hips with a hiss and starts his pace of leisurely rolling his hips and riding your strap seducingly.

He’s confident with the way he moves back and forth, despite the fact he’s gradually falling apart. He rolls his pelvis elegantly, sexily purposefully with delicate, airy noises from his lips, trying to rile you and the viewers up. Doing it in a way like a pornstar and not an amateur, though he is a camboy, it’s in a way that it wasn’t just homemade porn, it’s glamorous.

It’s definitely working, when you scroll through the comments briefly - you didn’t want to miss out on the show for too long - they’re unusually more quiet, even with the view count increasing by the second, spamming less with commands. You’re guessing they’re just totally enamoured by the sight too. And it’s all for you. You’re the one who gets to see it in person.

And you know you’ve thought it, said it out loud hundreds of times, countless times, but beomgyu is so fucking gorgeous. You still forget to breathe for a second, watching him on top of you, enraptured. He’s of course, wearing his stripy pink and white thigh highs, legs draped and bent either side of you. You grab for them without a second thought, squeezing his thighs, digging your nails into the fabric hard. He whines faintly at that. Of course as well, his sparkly belly button piercing dangles and swings with the motion. It has a diamond heart and a bow. He has a collection of them.

And, there’s something new too. The still recently healed tattoo near his right hip and lower abdomen. You sport a matching one. It’s a treble clef, etched onto his flesh with an angel wing peaking out, unfurling from the curve, still lightly pink around the edges. Maybe it was way too soon to get matching tattoos with beomgyu but it seemed right. And maybe you both were the slightest bit tipsy when you had agreed with absolute conviction to get one together, and had booked the appointment impulsively. But you’d followed through with it. Both of you wanted a treble clef tattoo anyway since you study music and music is such a vital part of your life. You’d always wanted one long before. So did beomgyu. So why not get one together?

Neither of you regret it, both of you adore it. You love looking at it on beomgyu, it makes his body even more unfairly pretty. You know he loves seeing it on yours too. You bring your hand up to trace the ink with your fingertip on his skin for a second, following the curve of the wing, then he lifts your dress up too a bit, finding yours and doing the same. You liked that his body was permanently marked with you, and yours with him. Even the viewers loved it, it becoming a sort of trademark thing, iconic for you both on your new channel.

Beomgyu’s hair too, is slightly different. Soft, subtle, pink strands threaded through the dark of his wolfcut. Only recently, had he dyed some strands of his wolfcut a pink. Unfortunately, you, taehyun, and Kai had to be the ones to do it for him. All three of you had stood around him in the crowded bathroom, perplexed, trying to get it to the exact shade he wanted. Neither of you had experience, nor should any of you have been trusted and it was quite a disaster, all three of you had differing opinions on how to do it, arguing. It was chaotic and vaguely traumatic for you. You thought all of beomgyu’s hair was going to be fried off. But, somehow you all managed to get it right, the exact shade he wanted in the end. Kai had started an underground cheap hair dye business in the uni with the confidence after that. From what you know, he’s making bank.

His hair falls into his face but you still see his long lashes kissing his blushing cheeks, his eyes closed, looking like a doll in every single possible way right now. He’s truly unreal.

@angeldevil313luvr: Angel looks like such a slut 💗

@femdom_hearts: I’m going crazy. Look at the way he’s riding it. Wow 😍

@iheartsubboys199: he should just become a full time prostitute.

You laugh gently. “They’re saying you look like such a slut right now, baby, riding all by yourself like that.” Your hands slide up to take ahold of his small waist, holding it tightly, starting to move him against the dildo harder, changing the tempo and time signature. A loud, whorishly long moan rolling off his tongue at the new pace, lips parted. He’s just the prettiest little thing.

“Someone said you should become a full time prostitute, angel. You’d be such a pro.”

Beomgyu manages to shake his head. “uahh—No. only—f’you.”

You smile at his answer, absolutely pleased. “Ohh, you’re so good.” You reach up to pinch his scarlet cheek, cooing, “Such a sweet baby. Isn’t that right, darling?”

Beomgyu nods, dizzy. He’s losing control now, the confidence he once had dwindling, previous demeanor vanishing, forgotten when he gets consumed by the pleasure he’s feeling.

“Say it to the camera.” You take the phone, filming him up close. “Say you’re only a whore for my cock, angel. Only a pretty cumslut for me~”

You thrust into him slightly, toy pushing deeper in him. Beomgyu groans, noises leaving him endlessly, wrecked, voice cracking as he tries to speak up. He looks into the camera then at you with a faraway look. “Hahhh, m’ only a…a whore for your-ghh-cock. M’ just a pretty cumslut ffor you.”

When he looks like he might just collapse, you bend your knees, propping your legs up for him, his back resting against them, keeping him up. He delicately reaches out for both of your hands, threading your fingers and holding them as he begins to bounce on the silicone, up and down, lifting and sinking. You interlace them, his hair jumping with every bounce too, front layers damp, sticking to his forehead and his face glowing with sweat, making him look almost holy and sacrilegious at the same time.

“So dumb for my dick,” you murmur, making your voice more sultry and teasing the way he likes, that makes him shiver, “can’t even keep yourself upright. Should I fuck you with my cock all the time hmm?”

“N-no, Love your pussy mm-more.” There’s a thin line of drool, slipping down the corner of his mouth, glistening as it trails further to his chin, eyes rolling back uselessly.

You giggle, gaze dropping lower, watching the way his cock flaps uselessly, slapping your stomach, painfully red, pearled precum trickling out lightly from the tip of his engorged head. You pull your hands away from his, and he whimpers at the sudden lack of support. You swipe the beads of sticky fluid from his tip with your thumb and it twitches fruitlessly at that. You start pumping his wet dick ruthlessly, stroking “you sure? You look like you’re loving this, going crazy for this. Maybe I won’t let you fuck my pussy ever again.”

Beomgyu’s back arches instantly, mewling high pitched, attempting to shake his head at your words but all his thoughts just disappear from the overwhelming pleasure and all the stimulation, drowning in it.

“Please, can I cum? Please?”

“No.” You click your tongue. “Don’t cum if you love my cunt more.”

Beomgyu makes a devastated sound, pouting, stressed, tears pooling along his waterline, “babyyy! But-T-that’s so unfair!”

You burst out laughing, warm and amused. You don’t actually care obviously. You just like messing with him, seeing the way he gets all helpless and panicked. “Lol. Just joking.” You grin. “But you’re not allowed to cum just yet. Hold on.”

“I-i can’t—it feels ssoo ggood.” Beomgyu whines.

“Yes you can. Don’t disappoint your viewers, angel.” You check the comments for a second and they agree, not wanting him to cum just yet, wanting to see him cum a load later instead from holding it in. You pump his dick faster, speeding up cruel, mercilessly twisting. Your other hand grips his hip, moving him yourself, slamming him back down each time. You thrust upwards with his drops down, harder, deeper, more and more, an accelerando, intent on pulling every possible pretty sound he can make out of his throat, watching the way the little hearts suspended in the translucent toy disappear in as he takes it in and out of his cute hole, making gooey noises in the process. He’s practically jumping on your strap now too and he pulls one of your tits out of your dress, cupping them and squeezing tightly like it’s keeping him steady.

“H-holy s-shit…oh oh f-fuck oh”

Beomgyu yelps, surprised. You see it instantly on his face when it hits something deep and you know it’s reached deep, brushing against his prostate, mouth dropping open, eyes flying open. His moans practically change key, tearing out of him, becoming even more high pitched and falsetto than before. You weren’t even aware his range could go that high.

You can feel his thighs tremoring uncontrollably, like vibrato on a violin, where they cage your hips. “I can’t, I can’t—i-i c-can’ttt-t—” beomgyu sounds like there’s water stuck in his lungs.

You tighten your hand around his dick, moving faster. “Okay, you can cum, pretty.” You lift your torso up slightly to attach your lips to his nipple, swirling your tongue and teeth grazing the sensitive pink bud, sucking. One slow, wicked suck makes him jerk. He clenches his hole around the silicone and finally lets go with a strangled, long yelp, reaching up into the cosmos. The coda of the symphony comes to an end with a perfect cadence. Beomgyu’s dick gushes, cum overflowing like a fountain, thick ropes splattering all on your newly bought lingerie, absolutely sullied. He doesn’t care though, he slumps forwards on you, between all the mess, hugging you, face buried in your neck, breathing wrecked, boneless from the physical exertion, brain dead, numb and shaking.

You play with the ends of his shaggy hair on his neck, curling the light pink silky strands with your fingers. It suits him so well.

BONUS LIVE

Beomgyu has one last lecture early in the morning. You, blissfully, do not. However, you can currently hear the alarm he set, going off blaring, disturbing your sleep, for about 2 minutes now and he still hasn’t woken up. It’s so loud, how can he not hear it?

You nudge him, “gyu,” He doesn’t budge. You nudge him harder, “GYU. GET UP.” Finally, he stirs.

Beomgyu whines, “owww. Ugh,” but turns over to thankfully switch his annoying alarm off.

He gets up from the bed, carefully disentangling himself from you, and gets ready, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You merely groan and roll over, burying your face deeper into the pillow. You don’t see him get dressed but you definitely hear all of it, rustling of fabrics, clinking of keys, lanyards, or something, attentively tiptoeing around your room to not disturb you too much.

Unfortunately, you still have to get up to lock the door after him. You yawn, face puffy, eyes barely functioning, hair sticking up. He walks out. Standing in the door frame with his crossbody bag slung over his shoulder. It has many keyrings dangling from it. That’s what the noise you heard earlier was.

“Bye, y/nnn. See you.” Beomgyu says softly, dragging the vowels of your name just to annoy you a little. He pulls you in for a little, warm hug, then pecks your lip. Then pecks them again with a grin just because.

You barely register any of this. “Mmm,” you mumble, yawning, “See you. I love you.” Then, you shut the door.

Beomgyu stands still, blinking at the closed door, eyes widening, stunned. He opens and closes his mouth, still trying to process what just happened, bag slipping off.

He replays it.

Mmm. See you. I love you.

He slowly raises his hand to touch his heart, feeling how it’s pounding against his chest. He mutters a surprised, barely audible oh into the empty corridor.

You said it so casually. Like you hadn’t just thrown a bomb at his entire emotional infrastructure before his 9am lecture. What the fuck. But, he’s a running a bit late to his class and thinks it’s best to ask you about it later.

Beomgyu walks away giddy but still in shock, legs feeling like jelly and dizzy, he gets halfway down the corridor and turns around just to stare at your door again. Oh my god.

You, meanwhile, make it back to your bed, pulling the blanket up. You close your eyes, sighing out happily-Wait. Your brain finally loads. You open one eye suspiciously, the other, very slowly. You think about what you said.

HOLY—

You sit up. Both your hands slap your mouth. You want to die. It just slipped out of your mouth so naturally like you’ve said it so many times before, you didn’t even realise. It’s definitely not how expected to say it for the first time. It’s not the most romantic way. You’re pretty embarrassed. You don’t text him because what would you say? You hope he just didn’t register it, it was mumbled and he was tired too. You’ll just believe that for now.

In the afternoon, you hear an inevitable knock at your door and you know it can only be beomgyu. You open it, embarrassed, nervous.

“Hey,” you say, scratching the back of your head. “Haha...” You try to appear nonchalant.

Beomgyu wraps an arm around your waist, like he’s been waiting all day to do that, a smile immediately appearing on his face. He pulls you closer to him. “Hi.” Beomgyu says softly, eyes studying your face, fond and still a bit stunned from the events earlier. Then, his lips curl into an evil, knowing smirk, not fooled for a second by your attempt at nonchalance. “Soooo about what you said in the morning~” beomgyu says teasingly, giving you the most cheekiest grin ever, his thumb brushing idle half circles through your shirt.

You splutter, flustered. He’s so annoying. “It was nothing. It just came out.” You blurt, averting your gaze.

Beomgyu quietly scoffs at your words with a hint of offence, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Really? I don’t think you can accidentally just say something like that.”

You raise your chin up, indignant, though your cheeks are heating. “It can. I say it to my friends casually all the time.”

Beomgyu lets go of you, tilting his head, clearly unconvinced. He stares at you for a moment, silent and thoughtful in a way that seems more serious than the teasing before. He shakes his head with a quiet laugh and he starts to speak up, sincere.

“You know. You’re kind of like…a grace note in my life.”

“Grace notes are brief, though,” you blink, pedantically, crossing your arms. “Like acciaccaturas, appoggiaturas.”

Beomgyu groans. “Oh my god- let me explain first, nerd. I was trying to be poetic.”

You snort. “Okay, keep going then, beethoven.”

“Well…Grace notes are ornaments, they embellish a song, they add decoration to it. You know, without it, the phrase is fine. The song was fine before, but with it, the phrase lingers.” You watch him as he talks, he’s slightly abashed by how earnest he’s being. His eyes keep darting back to you to see if you’re still listening, if it’s landing the way he hopes it is. “Like,” beomgyu adds, quieter, sheepish, “they slip in and suddenly the whole thing sounds…better, fuller, prettier.” Beomgyu’s ears are red. “Do you…get it?”

You nod silently.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love you too.” Beomgyu smiles so openly.

There’s a lump in your throat, trying to blink away the tears. “Fuck…I love you too.” You laugh weakly.

There’s that huge stupid grin that takes up immediately on beomgyu’s face, massive and uncontrollable, stepping closer to crush yoy into a tight hug, spinning you both slightly in place before setting you back down. Beomgyu cups your face, looking at you with pure lovesick-ness in his eyes. His lips land softly on yours, kissing you and kissing you senseless. After what feels like forever but also not long enough at all, beomgyu finally pulls away slightly.

“Honestly as cringey as it sounds, you have sort of been some kind of angel, a saving grace to me. Your streams before I knew you,” you admit, suddenly feeling like you needed to confess something meaningful too, breath shaky, “were comforting to me. And as ive got to know you, become good friends with you, streamed with you…you’re just such a beautiful person beomgyu. Inside and out. I fell for you twice.”

He beams shyly, eyes crinkling into crescents, then leans in to kiss you again like he physically cannot resist it.

“You’re welcome,” he adds smugly when he pulls back.

“For what?”

“For giving you the best boyfriend and business partner ever.”

You roll your eyes but you’re still smiling affectionately at him. “Well, I was the one who suggested working with you on your channel so I think you should say thank you to me.”

“Okay then.” Beomgyu presses his plushy lips with yours for the countless time. “Thank you y/n.” His deep eyes are literally sparkling like they do often around you, looking into yours like you just showed him the entire galaxy, but you can see them in his eyes. Giggling, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours.

You adore this gorgeous, angelic boy so much.

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A/n: omg ☹️😭😭🤧🤧 i can’t believe it’s come to end wtaf. But also wow i can’t believe I ever actually managed to finish this series. At the start I lowkey went into it blind and had no actual plans but it truly did write itself :(<3 omg I really will miss writing for this series. They’re literally my babies and this is literally my favourite beomgyu to write. I’ll miss them sm. this series felt like such a constant in my life like it’s actually watched me grow and improve, and you can see it as the chapters go by too 😭. This fic is literally my baby. This was literally one of the first things I actually started writing on here and I got so much love with this series, genuinely so much love it’s crazy and I don’t think I’ll really get that again. Thank you to all the people that patiently waited every chapter and supported this series and sent me their thoughts. My slow ass would have never been able to finish this ever if it weren’t for that. I still see the same people liking and commenting from 2022 ily all sm 😭💕💕☹️☹️🌷🌷 wait omg why did I actually start crying a little 😭😭 IM EMOTIONAL OKAY ! This series means sm to me

I hope you like the ending 😭 this was a bitch for me to write and I had no idea how to end it so I’m sorry if you hate it but I tried my best 😭 but also pls tell me what you think plsplsplsplsplspls I beg

I still plan to write little tiny bonus chapters for them in the future tbh I’m not ready to let go. 🤧 Anyway, truly thank you so so much for everyone that read this entire series. 💗💗

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You’d recently joined your university’s severely underfunded manga club under the guise of picking up a new hobby. And whilst it was partially to pick up a new hobby, there was another underlying reason you probably wouldn’t tell anyone else about; You were grieving.

‘Rotten Peonies.’

The greatest piece of erotic femdom manhwa to ever grace the digital shelves, in your personal opinion. It was your favourite manhwa of all time and it was everything you could possibly ever want in a piece of media, as if it were a rare fruit hand picked specially just for you, that it was pretty uncanny how much it suited just to your own taste buds.

You waited eagerly every week to read the latest chapter and it was what kept you going when uni life and just every other aspect of life got too hectic, too stressful, too…much. It was your escape and you were so attached to all the characters by now, but mostly the male lead, Choi Taekbae. From his pretty character design with the shaggy wolfcut, brown doe eyes and rosy cheeks, to his funny, playful, golden retriever-esque personality, and the way he orbited around the female lead like a lovesick puppy, he was completely your type to the T. And the way he acted around and treated the female lead, submitting to them, letting them do whatever they wanted to him, never ceased to make you giggle and sigh out at your screen.

Taekbae was completely unlike how real men were and the manhwa was made totally catered towards the eyes of women: gorgeous art style and fashion, well thought out characters, real chemistry, and just the good amount of filthy. It understood what women actually wanted to see. Unlike all that other grotesque, borderline pedophilic slop men wrote. With the highly unrealistic female characters reduced to boobs ridiculously the size of hot air balloons, yet they always had a stick thin figure somehow, body proportions way off to be real. And of course, they always had to make them act child-like too, always in need of saving by their way too muscular toxic, alpha man. That’s why you liked ‘Rotten Peonies’ and taekbae so much, it was refreshing.

Real men will always end up disappointing you one day. You lived by that, you’d seen it happen many a times, had it happen to yourself a few times too. They’ll let you down, they’re all the same, some just take longer to show their true colours. It’s only a matter of when it will happen, not if.

You did not know who the writer was, appearing under a pen name ‘CBG’, but you’re so certain it’s a woman because there was no way in hell a man would ever have the capabilities to write such a masterpiece. A very cool, very feminist, very cultured, intellectual woman with impeccable taste. You admired her art and looked up to her so much.

But it wasn’t just how deliciously drawn the panels of Choi Taekbae were when he was getting fucked with pretty, teary eyes—which you meticulously saved to your camera roll—that you were drawn to by now, the plot was captivating and you were also incredibly emotionally invested and attached to the storyline as well. Surprisingly, the story was quite sweet and butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing, making you also read it for the cute, romantic moments between the main characters, while cursing the universe for not handing you your own Taekbae.

Which is why your stomach had completely dropped, utterly devastated after you had eagerly anticipated the latest chapter like you usually do, giggling into your pillow and kicking your feet at taekbae until the very end, then biting your nails at the very tense cliffhanger. It’s alright, you just have to wait one week, you’d told yourself. You’d absentmindedly scrolled down to read the author’s note, and thats when you saw the two words that shattered your entire world:

On hiatus !

‘Sorry I’m just not having much inspiration at the moment to continue anymore!’

No, no, no. This can’t be. What were you supposed to look forward to anymore?! Some series’ remain on hiatus for so long and never end up coming back. What if CBG never writes for it ever again? What if you never find out what happens next, what became of Taekbae and the female lead? What were you supposed to do without seeing new panels of taekbae anymore? Were you supposed to just keep on living? Without closure?

So, maybe you are being a little bit too dramatic, but it doesn’t matter, your beloved manhwa!

You were beyond distraught, completely devastated, which led you to joining your uni’s manga club in the mean time to cope. At least it would have you looking forward to something else every week. You also just wanted to learn about the actual process of making comics, since you always found it intriguing how your favourite author could even possibly make such art, could evoke so much emotions from you with a single panel. And who knows, maybe you could even create your own little stories and characters, your own world to escape to sometimes.

Being at the manga club had made you completely empathetic towards your favourite author. You could perfectly understand why they might have went on a hiatus now, it was hard work and there was a lot that actually went into it. And, despite there being not many members, it was very insightful. You were starting to enjoy it a lot, picking up a new hobby instead was actually really fun. Or, it would have been.

“So do we get free snacks, or was that false advertising or something?”

Choi Beomgyu.

“They’re not technically free.” Kai, your club president, had explained politely, still giving him a friendly smile. “Everyone takes turns each week to bring in snacks or bake them for all the members to eat.”

“Cool.” He’d leaned in, ripping open a packet of crisps with ill manners, not bothering to listen for the rest of the meeting.

That was your first impression of him, and you can’t say you’ve seen him in a better light, in fact, it only consolidated your thoughts about him. He’d joined around the same time as you and he was pretty insufferable. He was lazy, never took the lessons seriously like how you did, irritatingly, inexplicably handsome—not that it matters—and he made the most annoying, eye rolling commentary and jokes ever during the sessions.

While the rest of you actually tried to analyse storyboarding techniques, effects, and how to create and draw backgrounds, beomgyu spent most of the club meetings sprawled across the folded chairs, legs spread wide and munching on snacks obnoxiously loud, saying stupid things for attention like, “Do you reckon Shonen writers have a kink for dead parents or…? Like, why do they always have to add that?” You’d watched, eye twitching as his crumbs scattered over the stack of carefully arranged Shonen volumes on the table. Why he was here, at your nerdy little club, you didn’t know.

Actually, you were absolutely sure he was only here for the free snacks, which it wasn’t like that was just a mere speculation anyway, the dead giveaway being that he’d eat and shamelessly pocket away half the snacks on the table.

He was exactly the type of man you hated in this world, that made you pray, hopefully, somewhere out there in this world, there could be a choi taekbae.

Kai cheerfully clapped his hands today, earning everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! We’re going to pair up and try to create a short one-shot manga based on the shoujo genre. Doesn’t need to be perfect, it’s just for fun and to show to everyone else next week!”

You sat straighter in your chair, excited at the sound of the project. It was totally up your alley, maybe you’d even make something inspired by Rotten Peonies, something worthy of CBG herself.

But, with you and beomgyu being the newbies, of course, everyone had made their own tight knit group of friends by now, already pairing up with their best mates, which unfortunately left just you and choi beomgyu on your own. You look around the room desperately crazed, frantically hoping there was someone else left on their own, but to no avail, there was no one else you could work with.

And so, you were forced to partner up with him. This was going to be utter hell.

“Guess we’re partners.” Beomgyu smirks, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Don’t worry. I’m a creative genius. You’re in good hands.”

You scoff incredulously at him. “Yeah, right.”

That’s how you ended up at beomgyu’s dorm, sitting cross legged on his bed, a notebook between you as you both tried to brainstorm ideas together.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” You ask, narrowing your eyes as beomgyu tapped his pen on the paper repeatedly with creased brows in exaggerated concentration.

“Yes,” Beomgyu says confidently. “Actually, I’m pretty experienced.” He looks up at you with infuriatingly self assured eyes, twirling the pen around his fingers, doing, admittedly, pretty impressive pen tricks. “It’s my passion.”

You don’t believe that, leaning back and crossing your arms at him. “Well, do you even know what shoujo is?”

“Yeah, Shoujo is catered towards girls-” He says, looking pleased with himself but then breaks off, frowning as if struck by a revelation, tossing the pen onto the bed and suddenly getting up. “Wait a sec.” Before you could ask what he’s doing, he hops off the mattress and disappears for a bit into the kitchen without another word. A few minutes later, he returns triumphantly with a pack of gummy sweets, chewing on them.

You raise a brow at him.

“What? I love gummies.” Beomgyu tilts his head, muffled with his mouth disgustingly full with them, cheeks all round and puffed.

“At this age?”

He shakes his head at you, tutting. “Wowww. You’re ageist. I’m going to twitter and I’m gonna cancel you.”

“They’re way too sweet for anyone who’s not nine.” You roll your eyes and retort.

He makes a deeply offended look your way and plops himself back down onto the bed, stuffing four more of the sweets into his mouth all at once, not even bothering to ask you if you’d like them too, or asking if you’d like to eat or drink anything for that matter. Some host he is.

“Right. Ideas?” You sigh, waiting for him to diligently chew the sweets he’d gobbled up at once before he can speak again, his mouth still full and frankly, looking like he was struggling.

Finally, beomgyu swallows with a cartoonish gulp and then brightens up instantly. “We should make a parody of shoujo tropes. It’s usually romance, set in high school, there’s holding umbrellas out for the heroine, someone gets sick and the other nurses them back, school trip to the beach, someone confessing during firework festivals, an annoying ex comes back from the dead, they’re locked in a storage room, there’s only one bed, blah, blah, you know all that stuff.”

He’s strangely pretty informed on this. You nod in approval, a parody could be a good idea. You’re a pretty competitive person, and whilst it’s not even being judged, you still have this need to be the best out of everyone else and to impress your club president. “Uh huh. Okay. We need character ideas.”

“Well, there has to be a hot guy. Girls love that.” Beomgyu draws a large, lopsided stick figure on the paper, labelling it ‘HOT GUY.’ He grins stupidly and shoves the notebook proudly towards you. “This is our male lead. This is Hot Guy.”

You stare at it, unimpressed. “I don’t think we can hand that in. I’m gonna be honest.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Obviously not. We just need to figure out who he is first.”

“A cliche bad boy?” You suggest.

Beomgyu dramatically scribbles ‘BAD BOY’ drawing out an arrow from the stick man.

You pinch your nose bridge. You don’t think you’ll get a lot done today. “Let’s give him a name then.”

“Timmy.”

“WE’RE NOT CALLING HOT GUY THAT.”

“What? Timmy is iconic. I’d swoon over him.” Beomgyu theatrically places a hand over his chest in mock sincerity.

Shaking your head, you grab the notebook and pen out of his grasp, ignoring the accidental brush of his warm, soft fingers against yours- Clearing your throat, you cross out Timmy and write Seojun instead.

“I still think it’s a good name. Timmy…” Beomgyu mutters mournfully.

You ignore him. “Okay we need to give Hot Guy Seojun a personality.”

Beomgyu pouts but perks back up and contemplates, tapping his chin and looking up to the ceiling in deep thought. “Maybe…everyone thinks he’s this bad boy but he’s actually not at all, what if he’s actually a scaredy cat? Shy? If it’s a parody, what if we reverse the stereotypical gender roles? Make the female protagonist the bolder one?

“Ooh. That’s kinda good.” You nod, eyes lighting up, slightly impressed that he could even form any ideas. “Write that down.”

The both of you get excited now, beomgyu clearly very happy that you liked his suggestion, smiling back at you with little crescent moon eyes. You draw out arrows, bouncing ideas back and forth, adding traits to your male protagonist, what he likes and dislikes, what he could look like, what he could wear. Once you were done, it was time to properly sketch Hot Guy Seojun out.

“I’ll do it,” Beomgyu volunteers, snatching the pen before you could argue. You watch him fully skeptical, ready to mock whatever doodle he comes up with, expecting another one of his lopsided stick figures. But once he’s done and pushes the notebook pridefully your way to see, you’re taken by complete surprise.

Because it was good, like, really good.

A very handsome man with messy hair, fox like eyes and a sharp jawline stares up at you from the page, a drawing exactly like how you’d expect a male lead in a comic to look like. His art style was surprisingly so pretty, it almost reminded you of CBG’s, but it’s probably a common style. Clean, expressive, precise. His line work and perfect inking had this polished look to it that you’d only ever seen in actual professional manhwas and mangas.

“…You can draw?!” You blurt out, astounded.

Beomgyu tilts his head innocently, feigning offence. “Of course I can. I said I was experienced. This is my passion.”

“Why did you join the manga club?” You query, still in awe at his drawing skills.

Beomgyu shrugs, spinning the pen in his hand. “I like making comics in my spare time but I’ve been struggling with it lately. Thought if I joined I could learn more and get my motivation back maybe. What about you?” Beomgyu asks curiously, “Why’d you join?”

“My favourite manhwa series went on hiatus.” You confess. “I didn’t have anything else fun to do anymore so I joined the club because I wanted to learn about the process and maybe make my own.” But you couldn’t refrain yourself, once you started talking about it, you couldn’t stop, couldn’t help but go on a long, impassioned rant. “—She left us on such a big cliffhanger! And the main guy, Taekbae, oh my god, he’s my favourite character ever, he’s literally perfect and so cute and funny and my type and-”

Suddenly beomgyu pauses mid pen spin, eyes slowly going wide. You were too busy, gesticulating animatedly to notice though. “You’re a big fan, huh?” Beomgyu asks carefully, slowly.

“I’m her biggest fan,” you declare. “I was so heartbroken when I saw the hiatus note.”

“Huh.” A grin slowly spreads across his face, “Yeah… i’ll get to it eventually.”

You blink at him. “Huh?” What was this dude even going on about?

He leans forward, looking insufferably smug. “You’re talking about Rotten Peonies. I’m CBG.”

You stare at him. He stares back. Then you snort, incredulous. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!” Beomgyu says, still grinning. “CBG. Choi. Beom. Gyu. That’s me. I drew it, idiot.”

“No. No, you didn’t.” This was a very weird joke of his. But then again, you’ve never quite understood his type of humour. Although, you don’t know how he knew you were talking about Rotten Peonies, though saying taekbae’s name might have given it away. Still, why would he even know that?

“Yes I did.”

“You didn’t.”

“Did.”

“No.”

“I literally did!”

“Prove it!”

Exasperatedly, beomgyu flips to a blank sheet and in a minute, sketches out an exact perfect replica of a Rotten Peonies panel of taekbae and the heroine. “Believe me now?”

You gape. “Okay…that’s…scarily accurate. But this still doesn’t actually prove anything. You just copied it out.”

Beomgyu sighs, getting up to rifle through a folder on his desk. Out came piles of drafts, storyboards, covers. He even pulls up his publishing account on his laptop, in which you can clearly see he was the author.

Your jaw hit the floor. “Holy shit—” You just blink at him, utterly dumbfounded, brain short circuiting.

He was CBG.

How was that possible?

CBG was a girl! Okay, it was never actually stated, but how can a man write so much emotional depth, actual good erotica? And most of all, Choi Beomgyu, the guy who manspreads and leaves crumbs all on the shonen mangas, who makes the dumbest commentary?!

Then, you grab his shirt in both fists, eyes wild, shaking him hysterically, “YOU MUST WRITE THE NEXT PART! I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THEIR ARGUMENT ABOUT BEING MORE THAN FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS AND THE WHOLE SHIT WITH BAEKHYUNG!”

“Wha-hey! Okay, okay.” Beomgyu flails and yelps, slightly freaked out by you. “You’re…very intense.”

“I’ve been going insane.” You snap, still clutching onto his shirt, just accepting the maddening information you found out, there were more pressing matters here, your beloved manhwa was on the line.

Beomgyu sheepishly sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’ve been struggling with the sex scenes. They feel… I dunno. Unrealistic? Like I’m not doing it right.”

You knit your brows, you’ve never thought that. Everything was perfect. “Why do you think that?”

“Because I don’t…” Beomgyu hesitates, cheeks blooming pink. “I…I don’t…”

“Don’t what?” You press him.

Beomgyu sighs again. “I don’t actually know what it’s like..” he winces, ears also going a very vivid, bright shade of red.

Your eyes go wide. “No way. You mean, you’re a virgin?”

“Shut up.” Beomgyu mumbles, completely embarrassed and averting your gaze.

You laugh so hard your sides hurt. “You’ve been drawing porn this whole time, and you’ve never even had sex?”

Beomgyu groans, burying his face in his hands which only makes you giggle even more at him. It’s quite cute.

And that’s when it hits you.

The wolfcut. The shy, embarrassed flush. The way his puppy eyes dart away like he’d die of shame. You gasp. “OH MY GOD. Taekbae’s literally just a self-insert because you can’t get laid! You mean I’ve been thirsting over your self-insert this whole time?!

Beomgyu’s head shoots up, furrowing his brows in denial. “What-NO! Self insert?? No, he’s nothing like me.”

“You literally gave him your hair!”

“That’s a coincidence!”

You arch a brow, unimpressed, giving him a stern, deadpan look as if to say ‘come on, it’s so obvious.’

He deflates under your gaze. “Well, okay, maybe a little-”

You cross your arms and huff, but you’re heavily amused right now, narrowing your eyes as you stare at him cryptically, slowly grinning. You just thought of an absolutely brilliant idea. “So…what you’re saying is that you’d write again, get inspiration, if…someone actually fucked you?”

Beomgyu opens his mouth then closes it, utterly speechless.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” You shrug.

“You’ll—what?!”

“I’ll pop your cherry. You better write that next part.”

You could tell he was nervous, practically hyperventilating, chewing on his bottom lip raw.

“Relax, beomgyu.”

“I am!”

“No…you’re not. I know I’m hot and all, but breathe.”

You sat behind him, your chest pressed against his back, your legs spread as he sat in between them, your breath tickling the side of his neck and making goosebumps arise on his skin and his whole body, visibly shuddering. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes tightly shut.

You sigh, placing your hand onto his thigh thinking it’d calm him but it only makes him jolt violently. You try again, voice softer, rubbing slow circles on his skin. “If it’s too much you’ll tell me, okay?”

Beomgyu’s throat bobs, his sharp adam’s apple moving up and down as he nods, a little more relaxed, but still only a little. “Mmh.”

You bring your hand to hold his bare cock, thumb pressed on his slit, very lightly, only slightly, swirling your thumb around on his fat, pink, leaky tip. The effect is immediate, beomgyu sucks in a shaky breath, gazing down at what you’re doing to him, so flustered at the sight. You try to calm him down some more, trying to loosen him up as he sat so stiffly, so on edge, only keeping those light, slow ministrations for him to be able to get used to it. Your other hand combs gently through his soft hair, massaging his scalp as he leans into your touch.

“M-more…” beomgyu speaks up after a while, faint but needy, feeling a lot more comfortable now.

You stilled. “You sure?”

He nods so quickly you almost laugh, and so you slowly start sliding your hand up and down, smearing the slickness on his length. Beomgyu’s thighs tremble, a little closed whimper escaping from his mouth. Your free hand grabs onto his thigh again, digging your nails into the pretty plushness, partly to stop them from shaking, but also because you heavily enjoyed his reactions when you touched his thigh.

“Jesus, are your thighs that sensitive?”

Beomgyu attempts to shake his head, but you can see the way his eyes already glaze over just from your slow movements on his dick and your hand gripping his thigh, “N-no-!” You rake your sharp nails down them, dragging and leaving a little trail of faint, reddened lines onto the skin that was once unblemished. A squeaky, startled noise leaves beomgyu’s mouth at that, bucking into your hand, hips jerking. You want to leave his thighs filled with all sorts of marks and scratches and bites and kisses, they’d look prettier like that.

You hold onto his thigh harder, squeezing the flesh, bringing your pace on his dick a little faster and your hand wrapping a little tighter around his girth. Beomgyu clasps a hand to his mouth, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure and trying to quiet down the loud moan he just let out.

“Why are you slapping your hand to your mouth? We’re at your dorm?”

“O-oh right…” Beomgyu removes his hand from his mouth, placing his hand down and balling it into a tiny little fist on his lap instead, still trying to fruitlessly suppress all the noises he’s making, incredibly shy and bashful and you can’t help but giggle at him. The next noise that spills out of him is a strangled whimper, caught halfway between embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just you and me here. No one else can hear.” You coo at him, bringing your hand to play with the soft locks of his hair once more, “I want to hear your pretty moans. Don’t hide them.” You ghost your lips over his neck, gently placing kisses on the delicate column of his neck, but of course, his neck is sensitive too.

You lick a slow stripe up the side of his dainty neck, watching the way he shivers as you chuckle, now sucking hickeys onto it, seeing how they slowly appear on his skin like ink blotches seeping into paper, violet and maroon and magenta, an assortment of colours on his porcelain complexion.

His fairy-like ears are so cute too, so red, and small, you catch his ear lobe in between your teeth, pulling and tugging and then licking a stripe along them too as beomgyu’s squirms and whimpers at the feeling, sucking nastily on his ear, watching him writhe.

You pick up the pace of stroking his cock, pumping him up and down, thumbing at the slit, twisting your fist at the base, and it’s all too much for him, breath faltering with every stroke. He throws his head back, resting it on your neck, succumbing into you and slumping onto your own body, you’re basically holding onto him, definitely not stiff anymore. His deep chesty, restrained moans, becoming breathier and whinier as times goes on, losing himself completely, “H-hahhh…” beomgyu pants as you whisper a mix of filthy words and praises into his ear.

Another grab at his thigh and digging your sharp nails deeper into them, and you feel the spurts of his cum reach your hand with a ragged cry. He orgasms fast, but that’s what you expected anyway, he’s a virgin after all. Beomgyu turns his head, hiding his face and panting into your neck, “Woah…t-that was…”

You scoop up his pretty cum onto your index and middle finger, bringing it to his face, “Open your mouth, puppy.”

Beomgyu widens his eyes, but the pet name clearly fries his brain, because he accepts, opening his mouth for you obediently. Of course being called puppy gets to him, it’s obvious, if not for the light pet play that appeared pretty often in the manhwa he wrote. Beomgyu’s tongue peeks out, letting you stuff your fingers into his mouth, he looks at you as he wraps his lips around them, sucking and licking his own cum clean off your fingers, doing it so well, moaning around your fingers, his eagerness and the way his eyes were fixed on you filthy and obscene but so sexy.

The sight was too familiar. You’ve seen this in Rotten Peonies with taekbae, his puppy eyes looking up at the female lead as he diligently sucks on her fingers, swallowing his own cum, you’ve saved it to your camera roll, added it to your hidden file. This was so strange. You can’t say you didn’t like it though. Especially now that you’re seeing the resemblance with takebae and beomgyu, god this freak was really just writing his own fantasies.

“You’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you, virgin?” You tease but beomgyu just nods, unable to say anything. “Pathetic.” You spit out, as if the sight of him wasn’t making your pussy flutter and making you so incredibly soaked through your pants, as if this wasn’t everything you’ve pretty much wanted in real life.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth slowly, watching the connecting string of saliva from his mouth and your fingers stretch. Then you grab his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed and you crawl on top of him, straddling him. He immediately tenses again, getting nervous all over.

You take your bottoms off, leaving you in your underwear and you seat yourself on his bare cock, sliding your clothed pussy on his sensitive dick. Beomgyu nearly chokes, breath catching in his throat.

You roll your hips lazily, moving and grinding against him over and over, your own lips parted as the friction bumps with your clit, your panties drenched by now and leaking onto his own wet dick. Beomgyu’s head falls back into the pillow, throwing his forearm over his face, other hand curling into the sheets tightly, clearly not being able to take it.

“Beomgyu,” you murmur, grinning at his fucked out expression. “Take my shirt off.”

Beomgyu freezes like a cute little deer in headlights. Slowly, awkwardly, he tugs at the hem until you help him yank it over your head. He freezes again when faced with your bra, staring dumbly, seemingly bewildered.

“And my bra.” You deadpan.

He reaches up, attempting to, nervously fiddling with the fabric.

“Are you serious right now?”

“I’m trying!” Beomgyu protests and whines. And after far too long, the clasp finally comes undone. At the sight of your tits, beomgyu’s mouth falls open, flustered beyond belief and eyes completely glued to them in awe, like he’d never seen boobs in his life-which, you guess he hadn’t.

“You’re so hot. So pretty…” He doesn’t even move, still staring and gawking at your breasts in disbelief.

Rolling your eyes, you grab his hand and press it firmly to one of your breasts to which he lets out a gasp. “You’re allowed to touch, you know.”

“O-okay…”

Beomgyu cups one of your tits in his hand, still in awe, squeezing inexperienced, too timid, too unsure, just little presses and squeezes, bringing his thumb to slowly brush over, feeling your nipple, and gaping. “It’s so soft…and squishy.”

You laugh, almost, fondly at him. He writes and draws all this filthy shit, and yet he acts like this. “You’ve drawn countless panels of porn, how are you so clueless?”

Beomgyu furrows his brows, his face on fire. “Drawing and doing are two very different things you know!!”

You giggle once more at his expression, voice dripping with mockery. “Come on, even taekbae knows this much.”

He just hides his face in his hands, those small, little breathy moans and gasps still escaping him as you continue to hump his dick, grinding down on him, sliding your clothed pussy along him.

“Aw, my dumb little virgin. You want me to fuck you? Do you wanna know what it feels like to be inside me, hm?” you purr, leaning down just enough so your breath ghosts against his ear.

Beomgyu just nods along to your words stupidly like a bobblehead, moving his hips mindlessly with yours, speechless and unable to speak up, eyes half lidded and his thick long lashes fluttering.

You grab his chin in your hand, grinding down harder on him for emphasis. “Use your words, dumb puppy.”

“Please,” he blurts out immediately, voice cracking so high, “please, wan’ you to fuck me…Want you to take me.”

“You wouldn’t be cumming inside me within seconds like a little virgin, would you?”

“No, nonono.” Beomgyu shakes his head wildly, “Promise I won’t. Want to be inside, please. Please?”

The desperation of his voice goes straight to your core so you lift yourself off him to rid yourself of your drenched underwear, discarding it carelessly. His big eyes follow every single one of your movements like a starved, waiting dog, gaze snapping back up to you when your hand wraps around his cock. You grab his dick, using the head to rub your clit, drawing little stuttered gasps from his lips, sliding him over your slicked entrance and folds, the feeling of your pussy actually on his dick, too much for him already, his hips twitching helplessly beneath you. Beomgyu mewls, head thrashing against his pillow. “O-oh—fuck—please—”

“Are you really sure, beomgyu?” You ask him again, gently, sincerely, scanning all over his face for any uncertainty.

“Yeah, yes-want it so bad.” Beomgyu pants needily, hips jerking up desperately just at the thought.

You inspect his face once more for any hesitation and then take a hold of his dick, hovering, just about to sink down on his fat tip, the head of his cock pressing right against your entrance, and suddenly, he panics.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, okay. I’m kinda scared.” Beomgyu comically breathes in and out, his heart racing, bracing himself.

But you find it quite endearing and entertaining, laughing softly at his expression. “Scared of what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you want to be inside me or not?”

“Fuck, I do.” Beomgyu whines, seemingly in a dilemma.

You lean down, staring at him assuring and serious, cupping his face, pressing his hot cheek to your palm and you feel him melt and relax instantly at your touch. “It’s okay gyu, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You have to tell me though.”

Beomgyu nods, looking into your eyes too. “Y-you can do it. I want you to.” he says finally, voice trembling but certain.

So, you ever so slowly, sink down all the way onto his dick, inch by inch until he’s buried inside to the hilt. It knocks the wind completely out of beomgyu, gasping for air, throwing his head back so theatrically, moaning out so long and loud, it doesn’t sound like it could be real, straight pornographic, his entire body arched. “Ohh. oh my g-Oh my god…”

“Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah…ffuck…”

Beomgyu reaches his hand out like a man drowning, grasping and taking a hold of one of your hands in his, and interlocking them as if grounding him, holding onto it so tightly as he tries to catch his breath, panting deeply. You don’t move, waiting for him to get used to the feeling of being inside your pussy first.

“Shit, ‘m okay. You can keep going.”

You swivel your hips around him, then leisurely, for his sake, start riding him. Beomgyu reacts to everything, every roll of your hips, every shift of angle, sending him spiralling further, literally so sensitive it’s unreal, every sensation so new to him, his appearance and the noises he makes are priceless, cute, deep, yet whiny little cries slipping past his lips.

As time goes on, and you quicken your pace, bouncing on his sticky dick, still holding his hand, beomgyu is long gone, not knowing how to endure being fucked. The most dumbest, debauched, dreamy expression taking over his entire face, genuinely drooling, dribbling down from the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. Apparently, you’d fucked him so dumb already.

“Puppy, does it feel good?” You taunt, even though his expression was already answer enough.

It takes beomgyu a while for him to even register you’d asked him a question, and an even longer while to actually formulate an actual thought and an answer to it.

Beomgyu’s eyelids droop heavily with pleasure, sweat beading his brow, slurring his words and his lisp fully coming out, “ughh is sso goood, ugh-ah, pussy sso perfect. It’s ssso…” he was meant to say more, but he doesn’t bother continuing, cutting himself off, his eyes flickering down, getting hypnotised, watching as your boobs jiggle with every bounce right in front of his face, wonderstruck by this. What a perv.

He looks just like how taekbae looks when he’s getting fucked right now, so delirious, he sounds so wrecked, definitely looks like it too. His messy, sweat ridden bangs of his brown wolfcut falling into his eyes. All you can see now are his glossy, glistening, plump, round lips parted and stustained in the perfect shape of an ‘o’.

This entire predicament is still so crazy to you, you’re basically fucking your favourite character in a way. You can’t believe he’s still CBG who you looked up to. The annoying idiot from your manga club who scoffs all the snacks. You also can’t believe you’re seeing Choi beomgyu like this, and you never thought he’d be a virgin.

“Will you kiss me?” That cuts your thoughts off.

“Huh?”

“Please. Kiss me?” Beomgyu looks up at you with devastatingly vulnerable, sparkly, round, big, eyes, his voice small. He looks like he’d cry if you say no to him, pleading at you, needing the intimacy.

You can’t say no to that, leaning down, you capture your lips with his, kissing him softly but messily, tongues tangling together. Beomgyu whimpers sweetly into your mouth, closing his eyes and so into kissing you, his hand that has been interlaced with yours this entire time, refusing to let go, squeezing even tighter as you ruthlessly ride him. Wet, filthy sounds of you fucking him take over the room, as well as a plethora of beomgyu’s pretty, euphonious moans he emits into your mouth that you gobble up, increasing in volume and reaching an octave higher, music to your ears.

You bite at his bottom lip, dragging your teeth and he pulls away for air, “y/n…I’m soo closee...” Incoherent words of begging and your name, falling past his lips, face contorted with overwhelming bliss and ecstasy. You clench around his cock so tightly on purpose, earning a mangled, raw scream from him and he cums immediately after, cumming so hard from being fucked for the first time and shooting a substantial amount of his load inside that it overflows, and when you pull yourself off, it all stickily oozes back onto and around his dick, his breath coming out in ragged sobs and gasps of disbelieved pleasure. “Fuckfuckfuck—” Beomgyu cries out, astonished and just totally overwhelmed with everything right now.

He doesn’t last long again, you not even being able to have your own orgasm, but you can’t even be annoyed at him. He’s so cute. His gorgeous reactions to everything and the way he was so sensitive was so much more worth it and rewarding than any orgasm, and even better than reading any of the manhwa panels, the images of beomgyu fully engrained in your head, it’s fine, you can get off to it later.

You let him ride it out, cooing soft praises for his first time, calling him a good boy and saying that he did so well as he clings to you. You pull him in for another kiss, thinking he’d appreciate it but he can barely kiss you back, his body literally limp and boneless. He still doesn’t let go of your hand, bringing his other hand up so he can hold your other one too, quietly whimpering into your mouth.

“Well,” you murmur when you pull back, still perched on top of his convulsing frame. “Was that inspiration enough?”

“Uh huh…” Beomgyu pants raggedly, a far away look in his eyes, barely conscious.

So, perhaps there are real men like taekbae out there. Well, only one.

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

A/n: yipeee. I hope you guys like this 😭 idk if it turned out the way people were expecting but ! I think this would be a good series where they fuck so beomgyu gets inspiration and ideas for his manhwa 😭 but I’m not gonna write it loll.

Each of the five hosts attracts guests with their own distinct type, all of which are widely loved for their different appeal.

CHOI YEONJUN ! The ‘prince charming’ type

With his good looks, princely charm, and flamboyancy, Yeonjun is the most popular member of the host club, with a 70% request rate. His rose's color is white and his representative animal is a fox. Choi yeonjun was the one to create the club, his family plays a significant role in funding the university, hence why he is able to get away with having such a club. He personally recruited all of the other members and the club is something he values more than anything. A fashion major, Choi yeonjun is the heir to a global luxury fashion house. He also excitedly designs and creates many of the costumes for the host club events and members. He is the most flirty member and does the most fanservice.

CHOI SOOBIN ! The ‘gentle leader’ type

As the club’s president, Choi soobin is known for his calm authority and soft spoken nature. He is very polite and known to be very gentlemanly. His family is also the richest, with very old money and an aristocratic lineage. Despite this, he remains humble and approachable. His rose’s colour is pink and his representative animal is a bunny. Guests love him for his soft posh boy vibes, often wearing fake glasses ad he knows guests love it, leaning into this image. His soft nurturing nature as the leader earned him the club’s unofficial title of the ‘mum’, whilst yeonjun is referred to as the ‘dad’ - a contrasting dynamic guests really seem to like. He also studies English literature. Guests ask soobin to create bullshit poetry for them, which they fawn over. Despite being an English lit student, poetry is not one of his strong suits.

CHOI BEOMGYU ! The ‘emo rockstar’ type

He is very brooding and emo, known for his mysterious nature which, unsurprisingly gains him a lot of attention from guests. With his messy wolfcut, guitar, and multiple facial piercings, he leans into a rockstar aesthetic that many find appealing. It is a role that sells. His roses’s colour is red and his representative animal is a bear. Unlike the other members, he is also secretly on a scholarship and does not come from an esteemed or wealthy family. He has his issues with the club, but it pays well and he does love his members. He remains deeply attached to the club and still enjoys being a host. Choi beomgyu studies music. Seems to always be tired and sleeping due to balancing his studies and being a host club member.

HUENING KAI ! The ‘cute angel’ type

Often referred to as ‘Honey Kai’, a nickname guests who favour him use fondly. Kai is known for his bright, sweet, sunshine personality and his sweet tooth. His cheerful energy and soft, approachable nature makes him especially popular with those drawn to the cute type. He loves plushies and collecting them, particularly penguins and is almost never seen without one. Guests frequently gift him penguin plushies, to the point where he now just has two rooms filled entirely with them. His roses’s colour is yellow and his representative animal is a penguin. His family owns hotel and resort chains. Kai studies music alongside beomgyu. Occasionally, beomgyu and kai will produce background music for events together.

KANG TAEHYUN ! The ‘cool intelligent’ type

Kang taehyun is known for his cold and unemotional resolve. He is highly intelligent and academically driven, taehyun is the treasurer of the club. While soobin and yeonjun handle overall planning, taehyun oversees the numbers and tracks profits, keeping track of who performs best and what brings in the most revenue. He claims to only be involved for the experience and connections it offers, treating the club more like a strategic investment. His rose’s colour is blue and his representative animal is a squirrel. Though, many guests argue he is more of a cat. Despite all of this, taehyun is known to have a soft spot for kai, who is his best friend. Their dynamic is also especially popular. Kang taehyun studies finance and comes from a family involved in finance and brokerage. He also workouts the most and is popular for his good shape and muscles.

RELEASE DATE: TBA

COMMENT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST !

A/n: this probably won’t be out until around June since I have exams lol but I wanted to post a teaser since it was fun to make and to see the reception !! This series is going to be a mini series and will probably have 5 parts for each member. Also don’t get your hopes up LMAOO each chapter probably won’t be too long and will sort of be like oneshot smuts with each member. I do have rough ideas for each member now but this is still probably not going to be plot heavy or super cohesive loll

Also tell me which character has caught your eye so far based on the profiles in the comments I’m very curious hehe…which host would you be requesting for?

“Yo, I’m coming over right now.”

“Like, right now?” You were just in the middle of cleaning up your desk with your antibacterial wipes and all the rest of the mess that had piled up from the start of the week - some uncleaned dishes, empty ramen cups, all of your clothes that were thrown on your chair, the small bin that was pretty full by now. You’d managed to neglect tidying and doing the house chores right up until the weekend when you really couldn’t ignore it for any longer.

“You’re being in my youtube video.” Beomgyu states matter-of-factly over the phone. You can hear his footsteps, the sounds of cars and the outside winds from his end, which means he quite literally was coming over to yours right this moment.

You tiredly sigh, pulling out another wipe from the packet with aggression, your phone on speaker. “Why do I need to be in it?”

“Your building’s the haunted one right?”

“Supposedly.”

“Thennnn it’s perfect! I’ll be there in ten.” He hangs up.

You close your eyes briefly and shake your head, one hand on your hip, then, opening your eyes to survey your half cleaned room. Dealing with beomgyu, however, was an even greater effort than cleaning your entire messy student accom times ten.

He’s not exactly your best friend. That title belongs to taehyun. Taehyun is unfortunately both of your best friends which is how you met beomgyu. And even more unfortunately, taehyun is traitorously abroad for the semester at the moment, so now beomgyu has redirected his full energy and badgering onto you, because ‘you’re the next best thing’ apparently, beomgyu’s words.

You won’t lie, you were apprehensive of beomgyu at first, didnt quite like him. Taehyun was your childhood best friend. It was only ever you and him from the beginning. Taehyun has always just got you. He thought in the same way as you, a mutual understanding ever since you were four, when everyone else on the playground was wailing over the smallest of things like getting their knee a little scraped and missing their mothers after forty minutes of being in school, both of you unimpressed by the dramatics of the other four year olds, and you’ve been stuck together like gorilla glue ever since. He’s been with you from primary school, the same secondary school, all the way up until you were applying to university together. You’d ended up naturally picking the same one, the same subject, both of you inevitably stem based people.

You’d falsely assumed it would simply be just the two of you once more, navigating adulthood together. But, when you started university, he suddenly got super close to this one dude named Choi beomgyu. To be honest, you had hated his guts. Whenever taehyun talked about him, mentioned him in passing, you gained an overwhelming amount of ugly jealousy at hearing his name.

“Oh, beomgyu this, oh, beomgyu that.”

“Oh, I can’t, I already made plans with beomgyu.”

“Oh, beomgyu says blah, blah, blah.

“Oh, I’m too busy making out with beomgyu that day.”

Alright, he didn’t exactly say that last part, but he may as well have. It was like he was in love with him or some shit. They even had their own inside jokes that you weren’t a part of already.

Now, you’re a pretty good people reader, priding yourself in being a good judge of character. You like to think you can mostly already tell whether you’ll like someone’s vibe and whether they were cool and nice and genuine from first meeting them. In your head, you’d already made up in your mind that this choi beomgyu guy was some slimy bitch trying to steal your close friend away from you. You just thought taehyun had terrible perception and couldn’t see how much of a snake this beomgyu guy really was. So, you were already adamant that once you met him, it’d only validate all the feelings you had towards him and then, you could tell taehyun he was evil and not to be trusted and taehyun would realise you were right and stop being friends with him. Balance restored.

Because, well, you were terrified. Terrified that you could lose the sole person who had always been there and understood you without translation, afraid of having to go through the rest of this scary adult life with that being taken away. This had never happened before. Beomgyu threatened all of that for you.

And then, you finally actually met beomgyu on the campus cafe one day. And you do admit, it was hard not to like him even when you absolutely didn’t want to at all. He wasn’t slimy or snakey or fake. He was alas, very likeable. Annoyingly, infuriatingly so. Warm and friendly and all unadulterated smiles.

He was genuinely delighted to meet you, like you were some kind of micro celebrity. “So you’re the famous childhood friend. Taehyun talks about you all the time. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Beomgyu's eyes were shining.

You soon realised it was all one sided, all the territorial resentment was of your own invention, that he wasn’t trying to steal your best friend away from you, that taehyun wouldn’t replace you, and that you were being totally, completely childish. Beomgyu always greeted you kindly if he ever saw you on campus alone, he went out of his way to become friends with you too, whenever it was the three of you, he made sure to never exclude you, having this habit of always checking your expression mid conversation to see what you were thinking, and he remembered the smallest things you mentioned only once in passing. He soon wormed his way into your life too. You got it. You guess you liked this choi beomgyu guy as well now.

You concluded it wasn’t the case of taehyun being taken away from you, but that there was now one more person who loved taehyun unconditionally just as much as you did. And you definitely wouldn’t hate that person, because taehyun deserves an abundance of love. ‘Sharing is caring’ or whatever shit they say. In short, you got over it. You embraced choi beomgyu in your life too. But there’s still a limit to just how much choi beomgyu doses you can take in one go.

There’s loud banging on your door nine minutes later.

You open it and unsurprisingly, it’s beomgyu, a little breathless from the flight of stairs he had to go up, hair windswept and cheeks and nose slightly tinted pink from the cold, but he's clearly very excited. He breezes past you and throws his dirty backpack onto your desk, which you had just sanitised, and immediately starts pulling objects out of it, a tripod, a small camera, a ring light. Then, he pulls something else out of his bag with dramatic flair, some kind of obnoxious, glittery, pink box, holding it up proudly in front of you.

“Ouija board.” Beomgyu grins, breathing still heavy, wiggling his eyebrows.

Your gaze travels from the box to his face and back again. “And where’d you get that from?”

“I was at that shop on Croft Street.” He’s entirely pleased with himself.

You furrow your brows, trying to place what he’s talking about in your head, and then you nod. “Ohh,” you think you can picture it now, “the vintage antique place?”

Beomgyu hesitates for the tiniest second, rubbing at the back of his neck, gaze flicking away just briefly. “Erm, no. The one next to it.”

“There’s only the…-Wait, the sex shop??” Your voice jumps an octave. “What? I thought it closed down.”

Beomgyu shrugs, trying to maintaining his facade of confidence. “Well anyway, the lady, she gave it to me free with my purchase! Isn’t that so nice?”

“You bought something from there?”

He tilts his chin up in defence and puffs out his chest, expression shifting into a look of totally exaggerated dignity and defensiveness. “I can if I want to. I’m an adult. None of your business.”

Alright, fair. You shrug. “Why the hell would they be giving out ouija boards though? And why would you take it?”

“Beats me. But what’s free is free! Look how cool it looks!” He shoves it more into your face, beaming, waiting for you to agree too.

To be honest, nothing beomgyu does can surprise you that much anymore.

You let out the biggest melancholic sigh. “I miss taehyun.”

“So do I. At least he’d be giving me way better reactions than you are right now.” Beomgyu points a brow at you, disappointed with your lack of enthusiasm, but then his grin creeps back. “Anyway, this is going to be such a good video for my channel.”

Yes, his channel. A new interest of beomgyu’s, his most recent endeavour. He was now an aspiring youtuber. He'd already gained ten thousand subscribers actually, which he mentions a lot, but it was pretty impressive. People thought he was handsome, apparently, he also mentions that a lot. His goal though has been to get more followers and take the crown of the campus youtuber which currently resided to some other choi. Yeonjun, is his name you think. Truthfully, beomgyu is pretty good at making entertaining content, you've watched a few (all of them. You wouldn't tell him that though.) he was naturally so very hilarious and quick witted, you wondered how he managed to come up with such funny things to say at the right moment unscripted.

“What’s that gonna be?” You already had an inkling, you just wanted to hear it from his dumb mouth.

He’s pulling out his camera, setting it on the tripod and adjusting its height. “I’m holding a seance in your room. Okay the title,” he turns around to you, continuing excitedly with his hands in the air like he was presenting the headline right there. “We Contacted a Real Ghost in the Most HAUNTED Uni Accommodation Building. NOT clickbait. What d’you think?”

“It’s not actually haunted.” You snort.

“Didn’t some guy die like, years ago?” Beomgyu counters, “some fratboy going up the stairs drunk, slipped, and fell all the way down. Dead. That’s why everyone’s always scared to take the stairs after a night out.”

That is how the story goes. You’re pretty sure it’s fake. An urban legend recycled every year by the first years to scare each other. There’s no real news or evidence for it. “Yeah, but those are just rumours though.”

“Well, we’ll find out for sure today.” Beomgyu declares. “Now, do you have any candles?”

Both of you now sit cross-legged on your carpet floor with a circle of all the candles you own, the strong scents of all of them, mixing together and making your room have a strange amalgamation of smells that doesn’t really go well, the glittery pink ouija board placed in the middle of it and your room dimly lit, lights off, curtains drawn too for the aesthetic.

Beomgyu approves, satisfied and picks up the camera, shoving it into both of your faces. “Okay, make your most scared face. It’s for the thumbnail.” You comply, both of you making theatrical frightened faces, beomgyu fully committed to it, his features entirely contorting and making a silly face like he was crying, which you can’t help but giggle at a little.

He mounts the camera back onto the tripod, adjusting the lens with careful precision and then checks himself out, running a hand through his hair, content with how he looks. “Let us begin.” Beomgyu says in a weird, deep voice. He deviously smirks and presses play.

“Hey guys!” Beomgyu starts, switching into that slightly agitating content creator voice, his demeanour shifting. “Today we are investigating a real haunted university accommodation building! The legend goes that a student was walking up the stairs drunk after partying, slipped, fell all the way down and unfortunately died. Now they haunt the stairwell and all the students ever since…Today we’re here with one of the victims who has to endure all these hauntings on a daily basis. Tell me, how often is it that you hear strange noises and sounds? See figures?”

“Oh, uh, never.” You reply, staring blankly.

Beomgyu sighs exasperatedly at you, shoulders sagging, whispering. “You can’t just say that. This is content. Make some shit up!”

“Right, sorry.” You try again, clearing your throat and straightening your posture. “All the time. I’m so terrified.” You say gravely into the camera with widened eyes. “I can never fall asleep. I can hear their footsteps and breathing outside my door every single night.” You lean closer to the camera with a crazed face.

“oohh that’s good,” beomgyu says, delighted by your performance, clapping. “You’re actually a better actor than taehyun.” Beomgyu slowly pans the camera across your room. “Guys, just look at this place,” he whispers, “This room is definitely haunted. Look how old and musty it is. Woahh.”

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “It’s not musty…” You mutter bitterly, taking offence. You just spent a long while trying to clean it too.

After beomgyu is done with his talking and grand introduction, briefly reading the rules it came with before tossing it away carelessly, you both stare at the ouija board, placing both your fingers on the planchette.

“If we get possessed, make sure to like and subscribe! Oh, and comment down below right now in five, four, three, two, one!” Beomgyu then turns to face you. “I’ve never used an ouija board before. Have you?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Remember when it was trending back in the day? My mum never let me. I missed out big time.” he says faux solemnly, shaking his head, “but I’m reclaiming what was denied to me,” You have no idea what he’s going on about. “Okay,” he begins theatrically. “Spirits of this building. If you are here, please give us a sign.”

For a moment, nothing happens. You tilt your head despite yourself, trying to listen out, if you can hear anything abnormal, anything out of the blue.

“Is anyone here with us?” Beomgyu asks hopefully.

More silence. It stretches for long enough. The planchette remains perfectly still and the red recording light from the camera is still naively blinking like it was hoping to catch something too. You raise a brow unimpressed, but knowing this would obviously happen. You feel ridiculous, this whole thing is. You sigh, ready to give up already, not sure why you agreed in the first place-

But then, you feel a force, moving the planchette, dragging it beneath your fingers. Beomgyu gasps. As do you. The small triangular piece glides and stops over two simple letters.

H

I

Beomgyu’s jaw drops. “Oh my god! Guys, there’s someone with us! Hello! Thank you for joining us. Who are we speaking to?” The planchette moves again, dragging both your fingers along with it.

C

H

A

D

It spells out. You blink. Beomgyu blinks.

“Chad…” beomgyu says slowly. “Woah. Nice to meet you, chad.”

“How did you pass away?” You ask, sceptical, furrowing your brows and leaning forwards to the board.

S

T

A

I

R

S

Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth. “Holy shit, guys! It’s true. This is chad the fratboy! He really did slip and fall going up the stairs oh my god! This is crazy! We’re speaking to a fratboy ghost!” Beomgyu’s eyes sparkle with excitement, looking into the camera.

It slides once again, something else supposedly pushing the planchette.

U

2

S

I

N

G

L

E

?

You stare at him flatly, warning, “Beomgyu.”

“What? I’m not doing it.” Beomgyu then laughs awkwardly. “That’s a pretty weird thing to ask, chad. Haha…”

No, it’s obviously beomgyu doing this for the views. You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, untrusting, but he’s looking down at the board with those pure glittering eyes of his with genuine fascination and awe. It’s not the first time you’ve assumed the worst of him when he’s been anything but. Still, maybe he’s just a good actor.

Chad, the ‘ghost’ tugs the triangular piece and moves across letters for another time.

I

M

H

O

R

N

Y

…

You pull your hands back immediately with a scoff, getting up from the floor in sheer disgust. “That’s it. You’re absolutely moving it.” This whole thing was ridiculous. You don’t know why you almost even believed it for a split second. Damn that boy with his sparkly eyes that almost fooled you.

“I swear it’s not me!”

“It’s literally you.” You grab a pillow from your bed, throwing it at beomgyu. He’s definitely messing with you.

He collapses onto the floor, cackling, throwing the pillow back at you. “Why the hell would I deliberately move it to ‘I’m horny’ ?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a very strange, very weird person?”

All of your candle flames in the circle suddenly flicker violently, causing both of you to snap your head back and look at the scene of the abandoned seance. The planchette begins to move, but on its own, erratically.

I

D

I

O

T

S

It feels as though there’s an immediate gust of chilling, cold wind in your room, but your window is firmly closed shut. The candles go all out, vanishing. It is all pitch black.

You scramble blindly for your light switch near you, flipping it on, the sudden flood of brightness stinging your eyes but relieving. You tremble, genuinely frightened and creeped out by whatever just happened.

Beomgyu swallows slowly. “….okay see?” He raises his hands in surrender. “It was not me.”

You reach over and flip the board upside down, absolutely done with it. “Seance over. Goodbye, chad.”

“That was…so sick!” Beomgyu blurts out, eyes wide. “I can’t believe we got that on video!”

You bite your nails, unsure what to do, freaking out, trying to process. That was weird. Super weird. Beomgyu, in comparison, seems pretty fine about it, just shocked and very thrilled at the prospect of catching a real ghost on camera, probably thinking that he’s definitely going to go viral with this.

The ghost didn’t seem that particularly threatening, it was just a fratboy, and some ghosts don’t have to be evil. But still, you’re pretty spooked out. Even more so since you’ve never believed in the supernatural. It never made sense to you, no actual proof, no logic to it. But you’d just seen that board move by itself with your own eyes. And even though you’ve never believed in it, you still never loved the horror genre, never a fan. You remember the first time you ever watched a horror film with taehyun at the age of ten. Both of you were scared shitless, deciding to sleep together with the lights on all night in the same bed because neither of you wanted to be alone. And you didn’t really want to be alone in your room now, knowing there was some spirit floating around in your building. You don’t think you’d be able to sleep at all. There’s no taehyun. But asking beomgyu to stay would be too humiliating for you.

It seems beomgyu notices your expression though, studying and checking you carefully. That attentive, perceptive, annoying habit of his where he can tell what you are thinking. He softens at the sight of you. “You know,” beomgyu says slowly, thoughtfully, “I’m…pretty creeped out right now.”

You look at him, surprised. “You are?”

“Totally.” Beomgyu scratches his head. “So uh…is it alright if I stay the night with you? I don’t really wanna go back by myself.”

“Yeah,” You nod instantly, without question, alleviated, the reply coming out of your mouth far too quickly. You clear your throat, trying to salvage some kind of dignity, “I have an air mattress.”

Beomgyu presses his lips together, trying not to smile. You really are so similar to taehyun in certain ways.

You lie in bed, flat on your back, restless, looking up towards the ceiling, still scared and paranoid.

Beomgyu is lying on the air mattress that you had inflated. It’s been three hours now. You still can’t sleep. You’re grateful that beomgyu is in the same room as you but you can’t see him at all since he’s below you, your bed frame raised higher. You still feel slightly alone. You kind of want him on the same bed as you. It would be a lot more comforting. But, you definitely cannot ask that.

An hour passes of you contemplating whether to ask beomgyu but it’s way too embarrassing.

Another half an hour passes by painfully slow, still not being able to sleep and thinking whether you should just ask beomgyu. You huff. You’ll just have to do it. Nobody else is going to do it for you. You cannot continue lying here all night having an internal debate with yourself, you think you might go crazy. You’ll just have to swallow your pride and simply say something.

“Beomgyu.” You call out lowly.

There’s a faint shift from the floor. “Hm?” You hear his response coming down from below, his voice deep.

“Are you awake?”

“I wouldn’t have replied if I was asleep now, would I?”

You roll your eyes even in the dark. “Shut up.”

Beomgyu quietly chuckles. “What do you want?”

You brace yourself. You hate this. “Will you…will you…sleep on the bed with me?” Ew. You recoil and immediately consider wrapping yourself in your blanket and throwing yourself out the window.

There’s a pause. Then rustling as beomgyu gets up. “Okay.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t make fun of you. But, it’s not like your scared behaviour is unreasonable. The ghost was real. Not the most intimidating, a weird one named Chad, but still. It was creepy. Especially since you had never believed in them before.

Beomgyu just quietly lifts the covers up and lays beside you once you scoot towards the edge near the wall, making space for him. Your bed isn’t the biggest, so his shoulders bump gently against yours. You feel his warm presence and body immediately, feeling better and less jumpy.

“Thanks,” you mumble, a little sheepishly.

Beomgyu shifts slightly beside you, getting comfortable under the covers. “It’s alright,” he whispers gently.

You manage to get the littlest of sleep, a sliver of sleep, but at least it was something. You wake up in the morning to the faint sound of your bathroom door opening and closing, beomgyu had just gone in, space beside you empty, you feel the absence of his body on your mattress instantly. It’s colder.

You yawn and stretch your limbs from how cramped you were last night, but you immediately sense something strange. You feel some kind of weird…weight between your legs. It must be something from your shelf that fell off onto your bed and made its way under your covers, or something. You reach down, grabbing to pick it up, but it doesn’t move. It’s attached to you almost. You’re still tired and drowsy, eyes still bleary. You don’t know what the hell is going on and why this weird feeling object won’t move. You sit up, still confused. You try to pull it again, harder. It’s somehow attached to your skin? With a frown and a growing sense of unease, you move the covers off you and lift the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. You think you see something.

WHAT

THE

HOLY FUCK?!

You scream out in pure terror at what you see. At the exact same time, beomgyu screams from the bathroom, high pitched and shrill-like. The both of you screaming simultaneously for a very, very prolonged time.

This isn’t real. This can’t be real. You’re definitely still dreaming. This is not real. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell this is real. It’s impossible!

Beomgyu slams the bathroom door open with a bang, running out. His face is pale, disbelieving, mortified. “MY DICK. IT’S…I-IT’S GONE!” He looks like he’s seen a ghost, but that was yesterday and this is far worse somehow.

“I HAVE A DICK!”

You stare at each other dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouths dropping to the floor.

“WHAT?!” Both of you say at the same time again.

“I woke up with a penis!” You tell him, gesturing downwards, seeing if any of this exchange of information would help and make this make sense.

“I went to go piss and…a-and there was nothing there! I-i I have a-a vagina!” Beomgyu’s voice cracks, he looks like he’s about to weep.

“Right.” You rub your temples, trying to digest any of this, inhaling deeply, seeing you had to step in as the calm one, “Okay. Okay. We have to think about this…logically.”

Beomgyu gapes at you like you’ve lost your mind, “there’s NOTHING logical about this! At all!” He lets out an anguished cry.

You pace around your room, trying to think hard. “What did we do? What have we done that’s different?”

“The ouija board…”

Oh, right. That is really the only thing both of you have done that is different. And if ghosts existed now, you’re not that surprised if any of this can happen too. This has to be connected to it. “Do you think Chad cursed us or some shit?”

Beomgyu also frowns, deep in thought with a pout. “Nah, it can’t be. Why would he do that to us? He seemed nice.”

“He called us idiots.”

“As a term of endearment!” Beomgyu defends passionately for some reason. “I really don’t think we did anything to anger him. Maybe because I got it from a sex shop, it’s like a sex ouija board. It’s...freaky? Freaky…magic? Maybe it’s not actually chad. Chad seemed pretty nice. Just a horny guy. But hey, he hasn’t been able to have sex in years.”

You groan and flop back onto your bed in a crisis. “Shit, man. What should we do?”

Beomgyu ignores you. He’s too busy clasping both his hands together, eyes shut and whispering hysterically near your window. “I have a dick I have a dick I have my dick back I have a dick. I have my dick back I have my dick back I have a dickihaveadickihave a dickihave a dick.”

You sit up slightly to watch him, eyebrow raised. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He shoots you a glare, “I’m manifesting my precious organ back,” then he returns back to his desperate affirmations, repeating the words so intensely like a mad man.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“I say we call taehyun.” Beomgyu suggests, crazed, turning around to your already defeated form, laying spread out on the bed.

“Uh, why?” That sounds like a terrible idea.

He shrugs. “He’s good at magic tricks and all that magic shit. He’ll know what to do.”

“WHAT the fuck, no. He’s not going to know. I’m not asking him. He wouldn’t even know. We are not telling him any of this.”

“He might!”

You give beomgyu an incredulous look. “He does card tricks, bro. That shit’s not going to help.”

You knit your brows and grab your phone, frantically typing into the search bar different variations of your situation. Seeing it written out is beyond absurd and unsurprisingly, no matter how many ways you try to word it, there’s just nothing there. There’s no explanation and this has never happened to anyone else online ever.

From time to time you glance down at it, checking to see if it is still really there and not just both you and beomgyu experiencing some mass hallucination. It is always still there. Your anatomy is still switched.

Beomgyu also taught you how to piss standing up in the meantime, which was a lot harder than it looks to be honest.

The two of you sit on your bed in stunned silence in the aftermath of the discovery and shock, staring off, lost in doomed thought. Because, genuinely what were you supposed to do? What if this is permanent?

“Here.” You snap out of it, refusing to spiral, reaching into your drawer and pulling out one of your lacy, pink frilly panties, handing it to beomgyu.

Beomgyu raises a brow at you, staring at them like they’re going to blow up in his face.

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god, just take them. They’ll be more comfortable.”

He slowly reaches out and hesitantly takes them. Beomgyu’s entire face heats up, turning the colour of a ripe tomato, it’s almost impressive how quickly it happens. He clears his throat. “Do you want my boxers?”

You glance down at him and then back up. “The one’s you’re wearing?”

He nods.

You gag. “Eugh. No, that’s disgusting.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you’re wearing them!”

He opens his mouth to argue but stops and sighs. “Ugh. Fine, i’ll get you new ones…”

Beomgyu rushes back to his place, running out with his hands covering in between his legs as if anyone would notice and quickly gets some boxers for you, returning swiftly. They’re much more comfortable and they fit better for your new organ at least, but were you supposed to just accept this now? No, you’re just adapting. You’ve always been an adaptable person. You just have to adapt to this situation for now, yes. It’s the best way to react.

Beomgyu comes back from using the bathroom, cheeks dusted pink. “Peeing is still super weird…” he mumbles.

He pulls up his jeans, tugging and wriggling them into place with a small frown, but from the way your underwear is resting on his hips, they’re still so visible, the lacey fabric being seen.

You get distracted by the sight. The way the soft pink fabric sits against his hips, delicate and out of place against his usual style. It does something weird to you. A flicker of something passes through your mind, uninviting, you sharply look away, swallowing. But, you form some kind of sick idea, gears turning in your brain. It’s not a good idea, you know it isn’t.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest. And you need to hear me out…” You start slowly, testing, cautious.

“What?” Beomgyu asks, curious, but very suspicious.

You shift awkwardly on the bed, trying to think of a way to say this out loud that sounds less insane than it currently does in your head.

You take a breath, hesitating. “I think…”

Beomgyu watches you with narrowed eyes, waiting for you to continue saying whatever it is you have to say.

“…We should fuck.”

There is a long silence where he just stares at you blankly as if he didn’t hear you right, then his face twists into absolute bafflement.

“Excuse me?! Are you mental?!” Beomgyu squawks.

You hold your hands up in defence at his reaction. “Not because I want to!”

His eyes widen. “That’s not much of a reassuring clarification!”

“I-i mean-not that I don’t want to—!”

“WHAT?”

Fuck. You grasp at straws, trying to defend yourself. It made sense in your head! “Maybe it will be reversed like that! You said it yourself, maybe this is like…freaky magic!”

“What if it makes it permanent?!” Beomgyu shoots back instantly, making a horrified expression at the thought.

You pause. It’s not a possibility you had considered. Your eyes flicker around your room in thought, falling down to the pink glittery board still on your carpet floor. “Wait, we can ask chad! He has to know something.”

You pull out the ouija board and the two of you impatiently set up everything for it, sitting crosslegged once again. You place both your fingers onto the planchette and ask for the frat ghost once more.

“Are you with us, chad?” Beomgyu asks.

There’s a few minutes of silence, finally, he appears.

Y

E

S

You exhale slowly through your nose. “Did you curse us, chad?”

N

A

H

“Then who did?” You turn to beomgyu’s face with an exasperated sigh. “Do you know how to reverse it?” The planchette drags slowly across the board, almost playfully if that were possible.

M

A

Y

B

E

It’s not entirely an answer. You and beomgyu exchange an irritated look, trying not lose your temper over this dead frat boy. “If we…” you clear your throat awkwardly, “fuck, could we possibly go back to normal?” It moves immediately over the letters this time, almost enthusiastically.

Y

E

S

You take your fingers off with resignation. “There’s our answer…”

The planchette suddenly starts moving on its own again, something chad clearly likes doing. Both of you flinch.

F

U

C

K

“Oh my god…I hate this chad guy.” You mutter.

Beomgyu folds his arms across his chest with a grimace. “I’m beginning to hate him too now.”

You fold the board up and shove it into one of your drawers on your desk, wanting it out of your sight. The room falls uncomfortably quiet and heavy. Beomgyu does not make eye contact with you as he fiddles with the sleeve of his hoodie. You can tell he’s thinking about it though and you’re thinking about it more too. You bite your nails, turning to look at beomgyu, at the soft pink sitting across his cheeks, at the strips of lace still visible above the waistband of his jeans. Honestly, you are curious. And apparently it will work if you both do it so…it’s worth a try. There’s nothing else you can do. This seems logical to you, or as logical as it can get in this situation.

“I’ve lowkey always wondered what it would be like to have a dick.” You cut through the silence.

Beomgyu finally looks up at you, scandalised.

“What? I have.” You shrug. “Come on,” you continue, sitting up straighter. “You’ve never been curious to what it feels like? What sex feels like from the other side?”

He looks deeply conflicted. “This is the weirdest shit…” beomgyu murmurs.

“Well, yes, but no one has ever had this opportunity before.”

Beomgyu chews the inside of his cheek as he contemplates. You leave him to it. Because, whilst you are sort of strangely game to this, you know beomgyu is not. It’s his call.

You wait for a while to see what beomgyu will decide as he still chews the inside of his cheek, staring down at his lap. Then finally, he gives a tiny, nervous nod. “Fuck it. Let’s just do it. Let’s have sex,” he’s looking at you now with a strange mix of embarrassment and determination.

“Okay,” you reply, exhaling a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You sit up a bit straighter, like that might make you seem more composed than you feel. “Okay.”

Beomgyu nods again, slower this time. “Okay,” he echoes, though it sounds less confident.

“Maybe we should…kiss?” You suggest, wincing almost.

“Why?”

“To…get us going?” you offer, even less certain now, your voice trailing slightly at the end. You clear your throat.

“Oh, uh, okay.”

“Okay.”

The two of you move onto the bed awkwardly, sitting opposite one another on top of the duvet. And suddenly everything feels much stranger and worse. Because it was one thing when it was all hypothetical, but now, actually sitting here, knees nearly touching, looking at each other like this and so close, is different. You don’t think either of you have ever really looked at each other like this before. You’ve never looked at beomgyu this up close and so intimately before, close enough to see the pretty mole near his mouth. The pair of you sit there for a few seconds in unbearable silence doing absolutely nothing, both of you too scared to actually start anything.

You eventually make a move first, mostly because if you do not, you think the two of you might actually stay frozen here forever. Your hand lifts awkwardly to his heated cheek, fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Beomgyu goes very still. You stare down at his lips and he does the same, nervously wetting them and then swallowing.

Awkwardly, hesitantly, you press your lips with his, brief, testing. Your lips barely brush before both of you pull back a little too quickly, recoiling. You try to kiss again before you can overthink it. It is so awkward, obviously, in the way that comes with clearly crossing a line between the both of you. But his lips are soft, very soft, perfectly soft. Yet, it’s not that surprising, they’d always seemed like it whenever you’d watched beomgyu’s lips move in a pout when he talked passionately or argued back about something, fascinated by it. His lips had an annoyingly pretty shape to them.

Gradually, some of the awkwardness thins out, dissolving and melting somewhere between some kisses and the next kisses. Until you’re not really thinking about it anymore, starting to get a little lost in beomgyu’s soft lips, your mouth caught between kissing his plush bottom lip, deeper, becoming much easier. Now, you’re making out with Choi beomgyu. Making out with your best friend’s other best friend. Never would you have thought this would happen, but maybe kissing beomgyu wasn’t the weirdest thing right now. Seriously, how did the most unlikely events manage to happen to you in the span of less than twenty four hours?

It’s getting to the both of you now, all the messy kissing, your faces tilting and moving in opposite directions continuously as you move your lips against each other, both of you kiss-drugged. It’s certainly getting you worked up, increasingly harder to think through, more fervent, your hands are in his hair, beomgyu is pulling you in closer by the back of your neck, then his hands go to your waist, gripping. You can feel the warmth of his breath between every kiss and the way he exhales shakily whenever you kiss him with more intensity. Making out with beomgyu is surprisingly very, very pleasant.

And when your mouth drifts from his lips, down to his jaw, brushing softly against the side of his neck, you feel him shiver. You start kissing his neck instead, sucking, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses, beomgyu tips his head back, very into it, all of it going to his pretty little head, letting out little whimpers as you suck more and more, kissing the same sensitive spots on his pretty neck over and over.

His fogged up brain allows you unbutton his jeans, unzipping them and letting you put your hand down them, slightly, slowly rubbing at his pussy through the lace underwear he's wearing, still focused on completely attacking his neck too. The effect is immediate, beomgyu positively squirms and lets out a shy little noise, grabbing to hold onto you more, hiding his face in your shoulder as he continues to whimper shakily the more you rub his folds through the panties. It doesn't take long at all until you can feel the material completely soaked, even catching on your fingers.

You pull away to tug beomgyu's jeans completely off him, leaving him only in your pink panties and his grey hoodie. The second he realises how exposed he is, he shuts his legs closed, his entire face completely red, his neck and ears too.

"Are you gonna let me see? Please?" You ask and tilt your head, cooing softly at how embarrassed beomgyu is. "I'm sure it's pretty." That doesn't really help, beomgyu just lets out an annoyed whine at you and his face somehow becomes even more red.

You place your hands onto his milky, smooth thighs instead, moving back and forth over them. "Come onn, gyu. I'll play with your pussy right. I’m the one who’ll know better. Don't you wanna know what it feels like? Your vagina needs me. She's drenched. She wants me." You can't help but burst out laughing.

"Oh, shut up.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes despite how embarrassed he is, voice going all high and whiny, playfully kicking you. But after a moment, he quietly speaks up, “f-fine…touch me.” He brings his hands to his face to hide.

“You’re okay with it?”

Beomgyu nods slowly, still hiding his face. “Feels like I-i need it, need something…” he mumbles quietly, confused. It’s so cute.

“Okay,” you gently part beomgyu’s legs, he covers his face even more in his hands at this, slightly closing his legs on instinct but you push them wider. And you’re right, he’s completely soaked your panties, they’re so wet that you can see the outline of his folds through them, they’re basically transparent now.

You suck a breath at the sight, desperate to see fully. You push the cloth to the side, beomgyu’s newly attained pussy on display and you’re almost in awe, because it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, with delicate folds and a small clit peeking out from under it’s hood. It’s glistening, almost shining with slick too. You can’t take your eyes off beomgyu’s pussy. You swallow hard, mouth watering like you’ve just stepped into a clearing with a beautiful waterfall in a forest. It’s so pretty just like the rest of him.

“So perfect…” You gently trace his pussy lips with your fingers, grazing the entrance and then circling his clit but not touching it directly. Beomgyu takes in a breath, trembling at the light touching, horrified with shame, trying and failing not to react so strongly. He feels a throb inside, at the bottom of his tummy, some kind of itch he knows he himself can’t scratch, he feels this overwhelming kind of feeling, needing it to be taken care of. He peeks just to look a little at you through his fingers, stomach heaving erratically, his body reacting so needily.

You watch him as he does this. “Are you going to keep hiding?”

“It’s embarrassing.” Beomgyu groans dramatically and drops his head back against the wall behind him.

“It’s not that embarrassing. Take your hands away.” He does actually take them away from his face with a grumble, unsure what to do with his hands now, keeping them balled up on the mattress.

You tug the panties off him. As much as they do look good on him, they were irritating you now. You wanted to see more of him, all of him. Once they’re finally off, you trace gently once more and beomgyu exasperatedly sighs.

“Do something more!” Beomgyu complains, bucking his pelvis into your hand, whining.

“Chill, dude. I’m just trying to get you used to the feeling of having a vagina. It could be too much.”

“Well I’m used to it now.” Beomgyu snaps back.

You sneer at him, mouth twitching. “Tch, you’re annoying as hell.”

“So are you.”

“I’m just helping you.”

“Helping me? We need to fuck to be normal again! It’s not like I want this.”

“I don’t know, seems like you want it.”

“I-i don’t.”

“Your pussy says different.” You lightly give it a slap and then rub the folds soothingly. Beomgyu yelps, wide eyed, shuddering, but it’s clear it arouses him. You see his hole clenching and unclenching at that.

You can’t help but grin a little. Mangled, startled mewls slipping out from beomgyu as you continue to lightly slap at his wet pussy over and over again until his clit is fully throbbing and his folds are so puffy and pink. He looks absolutely wrecked already, despite how little you have actually done. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths beneath the oversized hoodie, slipping off one shoulder and exposing the tank top he’s wearing underneath.

“Please. Need something in it. Please.” Beomgyu gasps, a singular tear falling slowly, elegantly down one of his cheeks. Maybe you are being a bit too harsh with the teasing. With your thumb, you brush the tear away looking up at beomgyu’s teary, simmering, gorgeous doe brown eyes, some of his lashes clumped with unshed tears. You feel almost sorry.

“Aww, sorry. Just can’t help but play with the pretty doll.”

“Y/nnnn.” Beomgyu whines out heavily at you, pleadingly, brows scrunching up frustratedly. So finally, you bring the pads of your fingers to circle his hole, dipping one finger slowly into him, moving the littlest in and out. Beomgyu lets out a soft whimper and when you’re bored of just one, you add a second finger inside him. It slides easily in with an audible squelch, beomgyu winces, embarrassed at sounds he didn’t think his body would produce. You carry on pumping your fingers in at a pleasant pace, watching beomgyu’s reactions intently, loving how sensitive and reactive and new he is to all of this. It’s a lot for him already. But you’re also curious to taste his magical pussy. So bad.

“Why’d you do that—ahhhh!”

You remove your fingers completely out of him in one go, grabbing under his thighs and shoving your face into him instead, taking in the scent of his sweet, magical pussy and then sticking your tongue flat out, licking a sudden stripe on his slit, lapping at the stickiness. It’s like honey. Beomgyu tastes so good, you want to eat and eat and lick until you physically can’t, until your teeth rots from how sweet and yummy and addictive he tastes.

You tongue fuck him too, twisting, trying to reach deep. Every time your tongue drags over him, his body jerks. You decide to pay attention to beomgyu’s currently neglected clit, flicking your tongue over and over rabidly. Beomgyu nearly jumps out of his skin at this, not anticipating the raw nerves there and it is so intense, more than anything he’s ever experienced.

You decide to wrap your entire lips around the bundle of nerves instead, harshly sucking until they’re even more swollen.

“O-oh my godd- !” Beomgyu cries, flustered, taking a sharp intake of breath, screwing his eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation, his hands immediately flying to cover his face yet again. You bring the two sticky fingers back, stuffing them back into beomgyu’s cunt, pistoning them in and out and continuing to suck on beomgyu’s overly sensitive clit. His full lips are parted in an ‘o’ shape, mouth agape, prettiest choked up cries coming out of them, brows knitted together, head reeling back as well as his eyes. Beomgyu is sopping, you feel the new wave of slick every single time you push your fingers back in him. Every slight curl of your fingers making his thighs twitch. You also start a scissoring motion with the two fingers inside, spreading him open, making him squirm so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s something almost helpless about him now.

Beomgyu shifts restlessly against the bed, shaking, clearly trying to deal with the strange, feeling building inside him. “I-I I think I’m gonna come!” You’re obsessed. You drag beomgyu down even more to eat him out at a closer, better angle, feasting on his pretty cunt, hungrily, mouth, tongue moving frantically, making your own muffled groans against his flesh that no doubt send vibrations through his already overwhelmed body, going out of his mind with need.

Beomgyu falls apart easily with a strangled cry, tears spilling over his red apple cheeks, fighting against your hold. His hips buck so much into your face as he orgasms, you think he nearly breaks your nose, but you don’t care, his legs trembling and clenching at the sides of your face, a slush of juices gushing and flooding out of his already drenched cunt. You’re genuinely mesmerised by it all, lapping all the juices up, slurping it all clean.

“T-too muchh!” Beomgyu shakes at the overstimulation, squealing and whining slightly painfully.

The sheer intensity of it leaves beomgyu breathless and in shock, utterly undone as he pants, and pants in a daze, red in the face, having never felt like that before. “Jesus fucking christ. People with vaginas have orgasms like this?”

You huff out a quiet laugh. “Yeah lol. Why? It’s much more different?”

Beomgyu nods, still panting, trying to breathe regularly. “Uh huh.”

You push your soaked fingers out of his cunt, tapping them together to watch the thick strings connect like webs.

You bring them to beomgyu’s pretty mouth. “Wanna taste your pretty pussy?” Beomgyu does so without a fight, wrapping his swollen, plump, glossed and round lips to them, sucking your fingers dry, looking up at you with those pure sparkling eyes through his doll-like lashes, fluttering his eyelids like a slut. You don’t know if it’s purposeful.

It’s only now you notice the rush of blood to your dick. You’re hard as hell, you were too focused on beomgyu to think of anything else. But it feels even heavier, aching, straining. You need to fuck him so bad.

“Can we fuck?” You ask him.

“A-alright.” Beomgyu gulps, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

You rid yourself of your own clothes, taking ahold of your length in your hands, bringing yourself closer to beomgyu’s body. You close your eyes and inhale and exhale a number of times, trying to calm yourself, firstly, slapping the length lightly on his folds. Beomgyu seems to be in the same predicament, trying to calm himself down too, he’s staring down at the scene carefully, feeling his face heat up, cheeks burning.

You start to rub your cock on beomgyu’s cunt, rubbing the slitted tip from his entrance and up to his clit, focused more on the friction with the head and clit together. The tip now stuck with strings of beomgyu’s sweet slick, is much more sensitive than the rest of it and you shiver at the feeling, both you and beomgyu gasping at them rubbing and sliding slippery against each other.

“Okay…I’m gonna put it in. Is that okay?” You brace yourself, mentally preparing for it. Suddenly, you’re reminded that this is actually a one of a kind, very awkward situation to be in.

Beomgyu nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he’s bracing himself too. “Yeah, okay.”

Slowly, you bring the head of the cock to his wet, eager hole, pushing it in, stretching out the delicate ring of skin at the entrance until it pops completely in with a small, moist, squelching noise, both of you gutturally groaning out. You wait a little until attempting to push in the rest of the girth inside, inch by inch, watching his face attentively as you carefully ease the rest in. You stop once you do this, allowing him and you to get used to it.

“You okay?” You brush the strands of messy hair away from beomgyu’s eyes.

Beomgyu is stuffed. He nods, blushing so hard and face flushed so much he practically looks feverish, whole face somehow going even redder, which just shouldn’t be physically possible at this point at all.

It’s so warm and soft and slippery, the length being fully tucked inside.

“You can move.” Beomgyu breathes out.

So, apprehensively, you begin to test the waters. You pull all the way back out and then sheath it all the way back in the tight but softly delicate space, the searing friction at this causing you to shudder, lips parting at the feeling. “Oh…”

“Fffuu.” Beomgyu dulcetly whimpers too, it’s hard to get used to, stretched out so much, feeling everything side, every ridge of the length.

You begin a pace of leisurely rocking in and out of beomgyu’s cunt, watching the way the pretty pussy swallows your new dick whole, enveloping it each time, the motion of pushing and pulling creating more intense feelings for you.

“You’re taking it so well,” you murmur lowly and strained, trying not lose yourself in the pleasure of fucking slow into beomgyu’s goopy, gorgeous, spongey pussy.

He’s still quietly whimpering and you can practically see him trying to make sense of what he is feeling until his expression changes as he realises just how good it feels, allowing himself to relax and succumb to it.

It’s a new sensation. Being the one to fuck into rather than fucked into. You try to hit further, deeper inside beomgyu at a different angle, giving an experimental thrust. He instantly moans out loud and pretty to your ears, his toes curling.

“How does it feel, gyu?”

“Weird. I-i feel so full. Feels good.” Beomgyu barely squeaks out. His pouted lips stay parted, the prettiest little sounds spilling out every few seconds with each push in no matter how much he tries to hold them back, spreading his legs thoughtlessly even wider, both of his hands now coming to rest underneath his thighs.

“H-how does it feel for you?” Beomgyu looks up at you, curiously, thick eyelashes fluttering every time you move just right, voice trembling.

“Mm. Feels really good too.” You nod, knitting your brows, lips pressed together in concentration, gritting your teeth, fucking into his gummy walls, deeper, harder, staring down where your bodies connect, his ripe pussy just sucking you in, seeing how deep it goes every time, so greedy and hungry, growing more wet and sticky between you both.

You start to move more confidently without realising it, hips snapping into his with sticky sounds that follow. You’re sweating, it’s tiring, but it feels so good. It’s so hard to think about anything else anymore, it’s just alll consuming. You can see it on beomgyu’s pretty face too, so debauched, glistening with sweat too, mellifluously whining continuously.

“Fuck, y/nn!-ughhhgh!”

You lift one of beomgyu’s legs up by his dainty ankle, holding it straight against you, the new angle allowing you to bury yourself even deeper in his mystical cunt, against his cervix, sickeningly enjoying the way he cries out at this. The position is far more vulnerable for him and beomgyu looks so hot like this, flustered, body jolting and bouncing along with every ram into him, your dick splitting him open. You love it.

Beomgyu is so fucked out, eyes hooded in ecstasy, dumbly drooling, soft long hair messy and splayed, red, sweaty, button nose scrunched up, biting his glossed full lips raw, you can feel the one leg you have up, shaking, like a pretty fawn. He makes another helpless sound.

“Such a—mhmm-pretty girl…” Fucking beomgyu like this is getting to you, your brain is so pussydrunk, you’re just murmuring any shit as you pound beomgyu’s obscenely puffy, glistening pussy. It’s taking everything in you not to cum so soon.

Beomgyu whines with furrowed brows and a tremor. “I’m not a girl!”

“Come on. You already look like a—hahhh-girl, beomgyu. Maybe you should have a pussy all the time, keep you fucked all the time. I wouldn’t mind.” You meanly laugh.

Beomgyu cries, embarrassed, shaking his head, but he’s quite literally moaning out like a girl right now, so incredibly loud and high pitched and airy compared to his usual deep voice.

You grin suspiciously wide at him, and then you grab a hold of his other leg, folding them both over his chest to plow into him even more, your dick carving and curving up inside of him beyond deeper, hitting such a sweet spot for him, tearing a sudden, alarmed moan to rip out from beomgyu’s mouth.

“Look at you…you love this, beomgyu, being fucked and full like a girl. Don’t you?” You cruelly slap his mushy clit raw and red as you fuck him faster, barely holding off your orgasm. You’re not used to how quickly the sensation builds, immediate. You’re not going to last long. You quickly bring your thumb to beomgyu’s clit, rubbing over it fast, knowing it will do it for him. “You love having a pussy, don’t you?”

Beomgyu’s body arches, writhing, hands twisting in the sheets, full on sobbing, pretty tears streaming down his hot face. “I do, I do! Shitshit-ohhmygod!” Beomgyu completely convulses, spasming, eyes rolling to the back of his head, pussy fluttering clamping down so hard on your cock, long waves of pleasure completely crashing over him as you watch his pussy give out and squirt all over, juices surging, flowing, cascading out of him gorgeously. The sight of beomgyu squirting and clenching around you completely does it for you as you moan out too, cursing, giving one last, hard ram into his cunt until you feel yourself go over the edge too, his magical cunt making you cum so hard you genuinely see stars, filling beomgyu’s hole to the brim, overflowing, stuffed with your cum that you can see a white creamy ring around your dick.

You pull out with a shudder, watching the way your cum oozes and gloops out from his sensitive hole, his pussy completely wrecked. You don’t think his hole can give out anymore cum but it still slowly drips out of him like pearly beads, like pretty pearls from clam shells. You’re so entranced. “Holy fuck…”

Beomgyu completely melts into the sheets, drained, exhausted, boneless, dry tear stains on his pink cheeks. He’s looking up at you so dreamily, so content and satisfied from being fucked.

“I think that was like, the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my entire life. What the actual fuck.” Beomgyu states with very laboured breathing.

You can’t help but kiss his soft lips sweetly again and he kisses you back. “You genuinely did so good, beomgyu. I got a bit carried away, sorry.” You sheepishly tell him.

Beomgyu hides his face in his hands again, tips of his cute ears turning red. “It’s okay. I…liked it.” For a moment, both of you just pant, laying on the bed, but then beomgyu speaks up timidly. “If we go back to normal tomorrow, should we…fuck again?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before you’re grinning again. “Hell yeah,” having absolutely not had your fill of his pussy just yet. You figured you may as well if it will all disappear in the morning.

Now, you’re pushing beomgyu’s face into your pillow, his ass up in the air as you spread his pretty pussy apart, watching the way it’s still dripping, you push your thumb a little in the hole, watching it still twitch and clench, still wanting more, so greedy. Beomgyu’s head is tilted, one side of his cheek smooshed into the pillow to look at you from behind eagerly.

“Come onnnn.” He whines out brattily, so impatient.

You lightly spank his little ass before digging your nails into his hips and slamming your dick inside once more, pounding into his delicious, succulent, messy cunt once again as beomgyu cries out muffled underneath, drooling onto your pillow, rocking his hips like a whore to meet your thrusts, fucking your cum and his juices back in.

You don’t know how long you guys go at it for but you’re ripping multiple, countless orgasms out of beomgyu, pushing his delicate body into different positions like the pretty doll he is, spurting cum multiple times inside his pussy and all over his pretty body, because you may as well, it’s quite a once in a lifetime thing, savouring how it feels to fuck his cunt and every pretty noise that comes out of his mouth, continuing to fuck the daylights out of him.

Both of you wake up in the morning to your genitalia, thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, indeed, back to normal. Chad the ghost was actually right.

Both of you go back to Croft Street to return the freaky ouija board to the sex shop beomgyu purchased it from, not wanting to deal with anymore paranormal activity, fine with what experience you have. But, when you stand in front of the sex shop with beomgyu, it has in fact, been closed for months now, boarded up and was definitely not open because you found out the owner had died a while back, hence why it was shut down. Neither of you try to think about that.

Instead, you sell it to the vintage antique place next door, someone else can deal with that. You also make sure not to reapply to that accommodation building next year and to go elsewhere. Beomgyu uploads the YouTube with the salvageable footage he had left and it goes viral. He becomes the number one famous campus youtuber like he wanted and gains many more subscribers. He doesn’t stop talking about it. Not once.

When taehyun finally returns back from his semester abroad, you and beomgyu decide to surprise him at the airport together, running to hug taehyun’s shocked face once he comes out of the arrivals terminal, he’s so touched he nearly cries, but he swears he didn’t even have tears in his eyes.

Now, all three of you are sitting in a cafe at the airport with drinks.

“I watched the video you guys did together. It was super good. It’s a funny skit. Love how you guys managed to make it look so real.” Taehyun says, watching you both.

“Haha. Thanks.” Beomgyu forces a laugh, slurping his milkshake.

“So you guys had some bonding time whilst I was gone then?” Taehyun asks, curiously.

Both you and beomgyu splutter on your straws. Beomgyu starts actually choking so much that you have to hit at his back. “Y-yeah…!” He manages eventually, eyes watering.

You rub at your neck. “You could say that.”

A/n: idk how this reads i didnt proof read I’m so sorry if everyone hates this. I wanted to be more creative 😭 it was very interesting to write smut with the reader having a dick since ive never written that before, I’ll admit I had a bit of difficulty trying to write in that pov 😭😭 upside down kiss - txt is absolutely the song for this fic 😼😼 I recommend. Babygirl let’s get freaky.

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You read the message on beomgyu’s phone that he shoves instantly in your face with great confusion. You furrow your brows, unable to even comprehend what was being shown to you on the way-too-bright screen, eyes squinted and slightly stinging since the rest of beomgyu’s room was shrouded in darkness. A few moments prior, you were blissfully ready to succumb to sleep next to the boy.

Haechan: I know you’re a camboy, beomgyu. I always knew you were a fucking whore. Just wait until I tell everyone 🤣🤣.

You go completely still. For a second, it’s like the world crashes down.

What? How is this even real?

You’re still having trouble processing the words glaring back at you. It doesn’t make any sense to you. Not even remotely. Why would haechan even send something like that? The quiet economics guy who plays cello alone in the practice rooms? The haechan you’d now come to befriend? You reread it over and over again without saying a word, just trying to wrap your head around any of this. It’s nonsensical, it’s absurd!-

“Y/n.” Beomgyu’s voice snaps you back, cutting through the silence. You look up. His face is paling as well, eyes widened in equal disbelief. “Do you even know who he is?!”

You blink, thrown off by how frantic he sounds. “Who-Haechan? Yeah, he’s my-”

“He’s the guy who made all those rumours about me!” Beomgyu interrupts, the words tumbling out of his mouth way too fast. “The one whose girlfriend came onto me and he got angry at me over it!”

You frown, stomach twisting, still trying to catch up in the sudden whirlwind you were thrown into. “Wait, what?”

“Haechan,” Beomgyu repeats exasperatedly. “He’s crazy. He’s been dying to try and find some kind of shit on me for ages. He must be having an absolute field day with this. He’s had a personal vendetta against me ever since that whole thing.”

Shit.

“That’s him?!” Your mouth falls open.

Beomgyu gets up, pacing around half dressed, stress, pure panic, and frustration taking all up on his pretty features, his dark, thick, straight brows creasing. Beomgyu huffs, running a hand through his messy, damp hair, still staring at you incredulously as if any of this were your fault.

“How was I supposed to know it was him?” You protest, raising a brown at him, hands thrown up in defence.

“I could have told you easily. Why did you never say who it was?” Beomgyu exhales sharply.

You cross your arms, baffled. “I have no idea! I didn’t think it mattered!”

Beomgyu suddenly stops his pacing. He narrows his eyes at you, shooting you a slight betrayed look, jaw tight, his tone and his expression accusatory, and his voice low, dead serious. “Did you…tell him?”

The look he gives you is new, and it genuinely makes your throat close up, chest tightening. You hate how coldly he’s staring at you, blaming, untrusting, he’s never looked at you like that before ever. You didn’t even know he was capable of looking at you like that.

You gape at him. “No! You think I’d tell him? Wow…” a hollow, disbelieving laugh escapes you. You scoff, feeling hurt and offended that he’d even think you would.

He scoffs right back at you. “Then how does he know, y/n?”

“I didn’t tell him anything.” You snap, growing irritated and your temper flaring at how beomgyu was just accusing you of spilling secrets that could ruin the both of you.

“You sure about that? Because you were getting realll close with him…you sure you didn’t let it slip?” Beomgyu asks bitterly in a condescending and mocking tone, his eyes still narrowed at you.

You stare at him, completely affronted. “No. I’m not stupid.”

Your wrack your brain, trying to think of how haechan could possibly even find out, replaying every interaction, every conversation, every moment you’ve had with him—and that’s when realisation hits you. He saw that notification. It must be that. It can’t be anything else.

You stare off into the distance, mortified. “He saw a notification.”

Beomgyu frowns, tilting his head. “Notification?”

“The one for the live the other day. I forgot to switch it off and he saw when I was showing something on my phone. I didn’t think he’d be a weirdo to try and search it up. He found the channel. Oh my god.” You drag your hands down your face, groaning. Your anger simmers down quickly, leaving only dread.

Beomgyu just sighs heavily at the information, sitting back down next to you, knitting his brows, elbows on his knees, the tips of both his index fingers touching and he brings his hands underneath his nose. He tries to concentrate, thinking and contemplating what to do about this whole unfortunate situation both of you are currently stuck in.

You try to reason, attempting to assuage the tense atmosphere and make him and yourself calm down and feel a little bit better. “You can’t even see our faces. We don’t show our faces. How is he going to prove it’s us?”

But beomgyu shakes his head. “You don’t understand, y/n. People don’t care about proof. They just need something a little convincing. It’ll spread anyway if it looks even a little like us and it does. If anyone at uni finds out, we’re fucked. People aren’t so kind about sex work. And you’re roped into this now too. I don’t want that to happen to you.” Beomgyu meets your gaze upset, eyes softening but heavy with worry for you. “It could mess up your reputation, your career…what a piece of shit.”

You play with your fingers nervously now, properly thinking about what could happen made you feel a little sick. “What do we do?”

Beomgyu looks down at his lap. “I…I don’t know. Part of me thinks we…delete everything. The channel. Just erase it. That way, no proof. Nothing to connect.”

You blink, utterly devastated by his suggestion. “Delete it?” You repeat, voice small. “Beomgyu… i-it’s your channel…”

The idea feels like cutting off a limb. He can’t delete his channel. He loves his channel. You love this channel. You loved his channel long before you even knew it was him behind the screen - Angel313. He was your favourite camboy, his streams were obviously hot, but also oddly enough comforting and familiar to you. And it could possibly not exist anymore? Over this? It was your channel too now. Deleting it off the internet was like deleting a part of beomgyu, and of you. All your streams, archives, the money, all thrown away. You’d stop streaming with beomgyu…losing something that had become far more than just money or content to you.

Beomgyu exhales shakily, still not meeting your eyes. “Well, he’s going to tell everyone. It’s the only way I can think of. I don’t want people saying mean things about you too. I’ve been there before. The site doesn’t allow any kind of screen recording or downloading so if we delete it quick, maybe he won’t be able to show it to anyone.”

Both of you sit in silence, fully taking in the weight of it all, you could lose a lot. “I just can’t believe haechan would do this,” you mutter, “he seemed nice…and not weird.” You’re genuinely upset, finding out your mysterious cello friend was actually the one who ruined Beomgyu’s reputation.

“Yeah,” beomgyu snorts quietly, “I was good friends with him too once. He didn’t seem like that either. But after he got that girlfriend… he got weird and scarily obsessed with her and really possessive. She dumped him, obviously, but he still acts like I personally ruined his life and blames me for it. Don’t know why he still cares.”

Silence stretches between you. Beomgyu fidgets, then speaks up again after a short while. “Sorry for doubting you…” he says softly, guiltily chewing on his bottom lip. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry…” He lifts his eyes and looks at you so sincerely and expectantly, waiting like a puppy. He hesitates, then takes ahold of your hand quickly and desperately, not wanting you to still be upset at him at all.

You huff. “It’s fine,” but you give in easily and you squeeze his hand back, watching the way he breathes out a tiny sigh of relief at that, “Though, a little faith in me would be nice. I wouldn’t tell anyone this. You know that, I’m your friend.”

He lets go of your hand, rubbing at the back of his neck and nods. “Right.”

“Do you think we really have to delete the channel?” You ask, really hoping there was another way.

“I don’t know.” Beomgyu sighs, head falling back and he looks up at the ceiling, having totally surrendered. But, then you see his eyes light up, his expression changing. “…I may know some people…they might be able to help us…” he says cryptically, hushed and mysterious. Beomgyu glances left, then right, conspiratorially and conspicuously.

You lower your voice too, assuming you had to. “Oh my god really?! Who?”

“This is just huening kai and taehyun. How are they going to help us?”

Your optimism rapidly dies as you stare at the scene in front of you, Kai and taehyun slurp on ramen noodles, severely hunched over whilst gaming on kai’s computer, their figures illuminated by the glow on his monitor. The room smells potently of broth, energy drinks, and is suffocatingly warm with all the electronics. Noodles hang precariously from kai’s mouth as he smashes the buttons on his keyboard with concerning intensity and speed.

“Shoot him! Shoot him!-No, the other one—are you blind? Shoot! Behind! Behind you—behind you!” Taehyun is beside him, screeching dramatically into his ear in whatever game they were playing.

“I know what I’m doing!” Kai snaps. “You’re distracting me. Shush!”

“No, you’re just atrocious at the game.” Taehyun retorts with a raised brow.

“No, you are. That’s why you’re only watching.”

“I just don’t like playing horror games! Not that I’m actually bad at it...” Taehyun mumbles petulantly at him, wounded.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. You’re such a scaredy cat.”

For a few foolish seconds, you really thought beomgyu was taking you to some dark, secret, shady, underground organisation, that was going to miraculously help the both of you out and leave you forever indebted, some deal with the devil type of thing. Maybe they’d silently eradicate haechan, assassinate him. That would be great. Beomgyu had even worn a cap and sunglasses to go to huening Kai’s place. He’d also cautiously walked over here as if he were under surveillance by the government, which had turned out to be an absolutely unnecessary level of drama.

You let out a helpless sigh. This is not what you had envisioned. “These are the people we’re entrusting our lives and reputations to?”

Beomgyu puffs out his chest in offence like he’s been personally insulted. “They’re the best at getting dirt on people! I always go to them.”

Once kai dies in the game and squabbles a bit at taehyun, swearing and claiming it was his fault, they both swivel theirs chairs around to you and beomgyu like two villains, finally acknowledging your presence. They also give you a look of offence, expressions turning so incredibly arrogant.

“Yes.” Huening kai smirks satisfactorily. “we are. We’re experts”

“Professionals.” Taehyun adds with his arms crossed.

“Specialists.” Kai goads, nodding to himself.

You roll your eyes. “At what exactly?”

“Online stalking.” Taehyun quips.

“And blackmail.” Huening kai says with such devious excitement, thrumming his fingertips together like an antagonist. “You can find out a lot about a person online. Everyone’s got a dark past. We’ll find out about it. Don’t you worry heh.”

You exchange a look with beomgyu. He hums and nods along eagerly with a thumbs up, trying to sell the idea to you, approving and grinning as well, but it just seems like he’s overcompensating to you. “See? See? We’ll just blackmail him back!”

“That’s if you find anything…” You mutter with defeat and just accept that this is the plan now.

Kai spins his chair back round cheerfully. “Ohh, I love a good blackmail. Don’t you just love a good blackmail, tae?”

Taehyun cracks his knuckles and agrees. “Deeply.”

They get to work, taehyun pulling up and somehow finding out all of haechan’s social medias. They go through his tagged photos, his following, his friends, their friends, you see his baby photos, his old football club he supposedly was a part of, shots and recordings of old orchestras he was apart of as a teenager, his embarrassing try-hard linkedin, his strangely named playlists on spotify, an abandoned finance bro podcast channel he’d started with three episodes and no listeners, just to name a few.

Within minutes, haechan’s entire digital existence is scarily laid bare on the monitor in front of you like endless food on a table ready for you to dig into, except you have no idea where any of it came from. It could be roadkill for all you know. You’re sure haechan himself isn’t even aware just how much of him there is out there. You make a mental check to make sure you delete most of your own online presence too. It was quite frightening.

“So,” Kai says suddenly, stretching back in his chair with a yawn, “are we going to the party?”

“What party?” You query.

“Jackson wang’s end of exams party?! Come on we have to go.” Kai insists as if it were so obvious. “His parties are insane. If there’s a party you shouldn’t not miss out on, it’s his!”

“I don’t know…” you start apprehensively, “with everything going on. I don’t think it’s the best idea.”

You and beomgyu have avoided streaming since, neither of you feeling like it with what’s happened. And also because haechan now knows your channel so that would be super weird. As far as you know, he hasn’t exposed you guys yet, hasn’t said anything, and somehow that feels worse. You don’t know when he would, and the uncertainty keeps you more on edge all the time, your uneasiness deepening by the minute. The threat just hangs heavily over you, not knowing when the string would snap.

“You can’t let this haechan guy dictate your lives. You should allow yourself to have some fun. It’ll take your mind off things!” Kai protests with such comical conviction.

“Yeah,” Taehyun agrees. “Fuck him.”

“But what if haechan’s there and decides that’s the night he wants to tell the whole world?” Beomgyu speaks up. He’s been quiet for a while now, standing slightly behind you, arms crossed.

“That’s a good thing actually.” Taehyun’s eyes light up.

“How?” Beomgyu frowns.

“Once we find this blackmail,” taehyun explains calmly, very self assured, “We’ll confront him there. It’ll be public enough to scare him too. We’ll corner him.”

Kai is still scrolling on pages, but then he stops abruptly. “Oh.”

You lean forwards and so does beomgyu. “What?”

“He’s loaded. Like, rich, rich.”

Articles appear. Business features, his family name, a conglomerate. They practically own half of everything in the city. You never knew this. Why did it take so long to find these as well? Surely, it would have been the first thing that popped up when taehyun was searching.

You glance at Beomgyu, who looks just as surprised. “He never mentioned his billionaire-ass parents before,” he mutters.

“I don’t think he wanted anyone to know,” Taehyun observes, “Which is interesting.”

You knit your brows. “Why would he hide that?” Whilst there were articles about his family, it seemed there wasn’t much linking him to them or saying he was their son that much either.

It was getting late by now, and whilst you had found out substantial information you wouldn’t even want to know, and had discovered haechan having very rich ass parents, it didn’t really lead to much. You still didn’t feel like you had enough evidence to blackmail him on anything just yet, nothing you could actually use. It makes you worried. What if you never find anything? What if this is it? What do you do then? Delete the channel forever?

Kai notices your expression and waves a hand dismissively, reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You two go home. We’ll keep digging.”

Taehyun nods with a smile, an attempt to keep you hopeful. “He’s hiding something. We’re close.”

Kai grins. “And we will find it.”

Trying to fall asleep the night before the party is laughably futile. Your brain refuses to switch off, cycling through horrible scenarios. You’d had endless exams for the past few days and they’d at least made the impending dread and worry you felt for this catastrophic event not the first priority, but still festering in the back of your mind nastily as you revised, like the first subtle stages of a disease you could pretend to ignore before it became too late.

Haechan still hadn’t said anything yet and you had this awful feeling that he definitely would at the party. With taehyun and kai also having exams, they’d paused their researching too, buried in their own studies, and whilst they’d started up their digging once again, it’s not like you’d received a message from them yet if they had discovered anything. They’re certain they’ll find something though. If not, the other option was to hold his failed, slightly problematic, finance bro podcast as leverage to see just how embarrassed he was over that. Maybe it could work? Oh, never mind that, you know it won’t. It’s embarrassing, yes, but not exactly ruinous.

You and beomgyu had deactivated your channel for the time being at least. None of you had the heart to fully delete it yet and you’d hoped haechan wasn’t smart enough to have tried to backup evidence by recording on a different device or something like that. But, what if you can never stream with beomgyu anymore? What happens? What if you slowly by slowly hang out less? What if you’re not actually that close like you think. Is it all really just because of the channel?

All this irrational thinking is genuinely hurting your brain and you so desperately wished you could just fall asleep right now. You feel almost hysterical by now. It feels like you’ve been lying here for eons. You squeeze your burning eyes shut from the lack of sleep, and roll onto your side, then your back, then your other side, then your stomach, then your side again. You let out a frustrated groan, squeezing both sides of your pillow around your head—

Knock, knock

The sound of knocking suddenly comes from your door and you immediately whip your head to the noise, jolting, startled, genuinely frightening you since it was so quiet before. It was also four in the morning and you were definitely not expecting anyone at this hour.

Cautiously, you slip out of your bed and open your door just a crack, only to find beomgyu standing on the other side completely unannounced.

He’s in his plaid pyjama bottoms and wearing a white sleep shirt that’s slipping off one of his shoulders, exposing a sliver of his collarbone. Beomgyu’s hair is a mess, wolfcut flattened on one side and sticking up in random directions on the other. He’d looked like he’d just gotten out of bed himself and he sports an equally irritated and miserable expression. You’re guessing he’s in the exact same predicament as you.

“Can’t sleep.” He says with his lips heavily downturned, which also backups your hypothesis.

Your eyes linger down to the fluffy bear slippers he’s still wearing. You chuckle softly. “Yeah, neither can I.”

“Guess we’ll just have to try together.”

He walks right in, pushing past you like he’s done this a thousand times before, kicks off his fluffy slippers and flops down onto your bed, face planting into one of your pillows with a long, dramatic groan, arms and legs splayed out.

You close the door after him. “Ah, yes. Just invite yourself in.”

Beomgyu rolls his head to the side to look at you, cheek smushed in the pillow and just shrugs at you, clearly unbothered by your sarcasm, making himself comfortable.

You join him, mattress dipping as you lay back down too. He instantly grabs out for you, pulling you in his arms and scooting closer to you, then closer until you’re tucked against his chest. He nudges and nuzzles his nose into your neck and you catch the soft, relieved sigh he lets out, his breathing finally slowing and evening out.

It’s ridiculous how it puts you at ease instantly, both your limbs warm beneath the covers, and his body feeling like a comforting cocoon around you. You relax and seep into him, his slow, hot breathing against your skin grounding and familiar. Neither of you say anything, but you don’t feel the need to. Everything with beomgyu is comfortable. You never feel uncomfortable. You can already tell how he’s feeling, and you know he can tell how you’re feeling too, just letting the quiet, shared exhaustion fill the room instead.

Despite the anxiety still lurking somewhere in the corners of your mind, you felt yourself slowly slipping, the impending party, the threat of haechan, all the tiredness of exams, blurring into background noise along with the quiet hum of your dehumidifier and the muffled city noises outside. It’s all replaced by the simple presence of having beomgyu here. You’d forgotten you weren’t all alone with the alienating your exams had done. You at least had each other and that alleviated you a little bit. You weren’t aware how much you needed him next to you. You swallowed hard, heart twisting in that familiar flutter of intense emotions you didn’t have the words for. You turn around to wrap your arms around him too, submerging into his shirt. You can faintly smell the laundry detergent from his clothes, the hint of his body wash too and his natural, soothing, pleasant smell you’ve come to recognise. You tighten your grasp on him slightly, and he does the same, minutes stretching, letting everything ebb away with his heat and closeness.

And eventually, when your thoughts slowed enough to let go entirely, you feel your eyelids somehow grow impossibly heavy, when they hadn’t drooped the slightest bit before when you were alone, it’s the same with beomgyu. Sleep finally, miraculously, comes like a tide, plunging both you and beomgyu in and leaving everything else on the shore.

You’d accepted that shit was going to go down tomorrow. But you guess you’ll bear it together.

Once you walked into the party alongside beomgyu, you’re met with a dense throng of all kinds of people and varying degrees of intoxication. Music blares through hi-fi speakers as some dance and flail their arms, some miserable people sit on the sofas in judgement which makes you wonder why they even bothered showing up in the first place if they were just going to sour the mood. Others have a go at the foosball table, shaking the rods aggressively and making them clang loudly. Another group of people play different drinking games such as beer pong. You also notice some guys desperately attempting to get any girl to dance with them, looking like a pack of hungry wolves preying on random women. Ew.

Elsewhere, people are already immodestly making out, which they’ll probably regret later, and others just look far too drunk already for a party that had started not too long ago, staggering and slumping against walls or each other.

You’d done pres with beomgyu before so you were comfortably tipsy enough to not be so nervous of what might await you later on. You’re fashionably a little late, but people are still streaming in, all hyped up and screaming gestures to their friends so it’s fine.

It had taken you and beomgyu far too long to get ready, mostly because both of you had decided at some point that if the night was going to implode, you may as well look hot doing it.

You’d pulled out your best outfits, shared playlist you’d titled ‘Cunty’ on as you did your makeup, singing and rapping and shouting lyrics at each other. You still weren’t entirely sure why it had taken beomgyu so long considering he wasn’t doing any makeup, but he’d been agonising over styling his hair for a very long time.

You asked if he wanted a little makeup too and he’d nodded along, so you’d dusted a little glitter to his cheekbones and eyelids to match yours. You’d also applied the tiniest touch of pink tint on his plump lips and cheeks. He’d specifically asked for you not add the plumping lip gloss on him though, drawing the line at that.

“It burns.” Beomgyu complained.

“It tingles a little.”

“It burns.” Beomgyu repeated, traumatised from the last time. “It’ll melt my lips off.”

He even had let you curl his eyelashes, letting you add a thin layer of mascara since his lashes were already so unfairly, naturally long and doll-like without it. With it though, it’s ridiculous how his eyelashes look and just how much more length they span at their full potential. You’re almost envious.

Both your egos had inflated once you guys were done getting ready, checking yourselves out in the mirror, fully feeling yourselves and feeling totally invincible. You’d done a round of soju still listening to your playlist and taking an abundance of photos of each other on your pink digicam. (Beomgyu wouldn’t stop making you take pictures of him in every single damn conceivable pose since he thought he looked so hot.)

When it was his turn to take photos of you, he’d gone strangely quiet, staring a little too long, mouth parting dumbly in awe and eyes flicking over you like he was trying to commit the image to memory, your low cut top doing absolutely nothing to help his focus.

You look—” He’d gestured vaguely, as if words had failed him. “-Yeah…” Beomgyu breathes out, cheeks a vivid pink, but it definitely wasn’t from the tint you’d used on him because you never put that much on him, his ears also becoming pink.

You’d rolled your eyes, heat silently creeping up your neck too. “Whatever that means.”

Photos were taken together too, grinning stupidly at the camera and leaning closely into each other with peace signs and cheek pokes and heart signs.

Now, standing inside the house, you’re unsure what to do first. Voices overlap into an indistinguishable blur of noisy laughter and chatter. It’s packed, more packed than typical, which is saying something. Jackson wang is a very popular guy. His house is also, unsurprisingly, big and very, very nice with lovely furniture you personally wouldn’t want a bunch of unknown students drunk around, and that wealthy open plan style.

Then, you spot it from afar and your eyes instantly light up: Food. Actual food. Real, tangible, edible food.

You’ve been to far too many parties that didn’t even have any kind of food, or the only hospitable sustenance was a pathetic, measly excuse for it, with just a sad bowl of crisps placed on a kitchen counter.

You and Beomgyu gravitate there immediately, wordlessly, like mosquitoes smelling sweat on bare skin, immediately abandoning any pretence of socialising. There’s an impressive assortment of trays filled with delicious looking platters, dips, snacks and finger foods and desserts neatly arranged on a long table. Without shame, both of you start snacking.

“This,” you say around a mouthful of something fried and yummy, “is how you know a party is good- and also a good host.”Beomgyu nods solemnly, making a noise of agreement, his mouth too full to say anything back. There’s crumbs clinging all around his lips.

“You’ve got a little something…” You gesture to your own face and mouth so he’d know whereabouts it is.

“Oh.” beomgyu attempts to brush the food particles off his lips, swiping clumsily, then also tries licking them off, but he’s just not doing it in the right place, “is it gone?” He asks innocently, tilting his head cutely.

“No-” You sigh. “It’s there, there-there, no.”

“You do it!” Beomgyu says exasperately after failing.

“Ew, no. What the fuck.”

“Just do it for me.”

“Ugh.” You cave, bringing your thumb to brush off the crumbs on the top of his soft lips, faces close and you can feel him watching you. It’s not actually that disgusting, but you still commit to the bit, pretending it is, dramatically shuddering your body.

Beomgyu rolls his eyes at your actions. “Thanks.”

“You can’t eat.”

There’s even a cocktail station, which seems a bit too luxurious for university students, but you’re definitely not complaining. You happily make your way to it and make yourself some kind of, hopefully drinkable, concoction. Beomgyu opts for a beer, because of course he does. You take a sip of your drink, pleasantly surprised it doesn’t taste like shit.

Scanning the room absently as you drink, you thankfully don’t see haechan anywhere at all yet, that’s good. Huening Kai and taehyun had said they’d join you later since they were still on their digital witch hunt. Apparently, they’d found something potentially damning and just needed to find extra evidence, which was hopeful.

“You wanna dance?” Beomgyu asks, grinning. You barely have time to respond before he’s grabbing your hand and tugging you forward, and soon both of you are dancing in the middle of the crowd, stupidly, uncoordinated, laughing and giggling too loudly with little care for anything else, bumping into others around. Beomgyu commits fully, pulling silly and ridiculous expressions with bizarre moves, eyebrows wiggling and mouth moving exaggeratedly as you both shout out the lyrics of the songs to each other, and you’re laughing so hard your stomach starts to ache and so do your cheeks from smiling the whole time.

You spin him around once, twice. It looks a little funny since he’s lanky, not stopping until he staggers dramatically, and then he gets you back, twirling you until the lights blur at the edges of your vision.

That familiar feeling settles in, of nothing else really mattering when you’re with beomgyu. He looks so happy, staring at you with his starry, bright eyes, brighter than any of the laser lights flashing - and way prettier - like you’re the only person here. Watching him jumping up and down, his hair flapping around as well resembling puppy ears, and his pretty teeth flashing as he smiles so wide. It makes your heart clench, tight and slightly aching, but it’s also a pleasant feeling, the fondness overwhelming and devastating. You hope you always get to see him happy like that.

Eventually, It gets way too stuffy inside that it’s genuinely unbearable and so suffocating, too hot with so many sweaty bodies and the floor is starting to get disgustingly sticky from drunk people spilling their beverages carelessly all on the ground. You lean closer to beomgyu and he notices, leaning down at the same time.

“I need air!” You shout into his ear. He nods immediately, relief flickering across his face like he’d been thinking the exact same thing. You slip out together, wading past all the bodies, holding hands tightly, fingers laced as you lead the way so neither of you lose each other in the crowd, pushing past everyone and out into the garden, the cool, crisp night air finally hitting your lungs. You inhale and exhale deeply, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The garden is enormous and just as nice as the rest of his house. There’s fewer people lingering out here, sparsely scattered and it’s contrastingly quiet. There’s fairylights prettily strung across all the tree branches glowing and golden, and you can just about make out a pond in one corner, a little arched bridge crossing over it with lanterns. Beyond that, far at the back and slightly shrouded with darkness, is a treehouse with a zip line attached too.

“Woah. Let’s go there.” Beomgyu’s eyes light up, looking entirely delighted.

The two of you break into a jog across the grass.

Beomgyu excitedly goes up the treehouse first. He plops onto the seat and barely waits before launching himself and zipping across, laughing and screaming as he goes down. He tightly holds onto the rope and his hair whips into his face as he throws his head back, grinning so youthfully. He lands a little clumsily but throws his hand in the air with triumph, clearly enjoying it very much. You shake your head at him, laughing too.

“That was so fun! Your turn!”

You climb up the slightly unsteady ladder. Warily, you sit and leap off. Then you’re screaming and laughing at the same time too, the garden blurry and spinning below as the wind strongly rushes against your face. It’s over far too quickly. You land…sort of. The seat stops awkwardly, still a little too high, feet not quite reaching the ground. You fumble uselessly, unsure how to get yourself off. “Um…Help?”

Beomgyu bursts out laughing, doubling over for a moment. “Just jump off.”

You refuse, looking down at the ground with a shake of your head. “No, I might die.”

Beomgyu sighs at you again, but he steps forward, placing his hands carefully on your waist, steady and warm as he lifts you down properly with surprising ease. You’re still smiling when your feet hit the grass.

Until you see something emerging, someone slowly making it’s way to you both. At first, you think it’s just another drunk partygoer drifting aimlessly through the garden, but then the silhouette becomes clearer.

Haechan.

He looks drunk, not the fun, carefree kind, but genuinely volatile and scary looking. When his gaze locks onto you, his mouth curls into something unpleasantly satisfied.

Your stomach drops. Beomgyu grows tense beside you.

“Well, well, well,” Haechan says, sauntering closer, clicking his tongue. “Look who it is.”

It’s disorienting seeing him this way. You’ve never really seen him like this. You’ve only ever known him as a quite reserved, but polite dude, someone a bit forgettable. Not aggressive or whatever this is you’re witnessing. You supposed you didnt know him too well, but still. This version of him is unsettling and almost unrecognisable to look at.

“He managed to fool you too, huh? Once he’s bored of fucking you, he’ll drop you too. I did warn you. ” Haechan continues, eyes flicking between the two of you, shaking his head at you. “Don’t worry. Everyone else will fully know too soon enough. Sooner than soon, even.” He laughs, short and sharp, and pulls out his phone. The screen lights up with a recording of your account. So he was smart enough to have recorded it on another device even with you deactivating. “Now would be a perfect time don’t you think?”

“Oh, get over it!” Beomgyu snaps, stepping forward before you can stop him, his voice seething with rage and looking like he was ready to fight haechan right then and there. “Seriously, when are you gonna get over it? Mi-kyong clearly didn’t even like you if she tried to get with me. How is any of that my fault?”

Haechan’s weird, creepy smile dissolves instantly, turning ugly. His jaw clenches as he takes another aggressive swig from his can, beer sloshing and dripping down his chin as he wipes at it with the back of his hand, eyes wild whilst crushing his can. “No. No,” he says, shaking his head, looking pretty insane and so livid. “You tried to steal my girl. You ruined everything. Fuck you.”

Beomgyu gapes at him, exasperated. You also stand in disbelief at his sheer delusion, not getting his thought process at all or why this would still be going on, and why you’re even suffering in this situation over nothing. It’s actually just pissing you off now.

“Fuck you, haechan,” you say flatly, stepping forward yourself, planting your feet in the grass. “Just fuck off, you’re embarrassing.”

He turns to you slowly, sneering, eyes raking over you with open contempt. “And you. I wasn’t surprised by how much of a disgusting, freak whore he is. But, I’m disappoint about you, y/n. I guess you’re just a slut too.” He practically spits at you.

That’s beomgyu’s tipping point.

He lunges for him in an instant and punches him, driving his fist smack right hard in the face. Haechan staggers back in shock, holding his face for a short, fleeting pause, before lunging violently for him as well with a growl, equally mad.

They hit at each other, fists flying, fighting but with not much skill or strategy, just fuelled by pure resentment they have towards each other. They’re now on the ground in a tangle of limbs and it’s so incredibly chaotic, shoving, punching, hitting, sounds of grunts and collisions, getting sloppier and angrier. You’re not sure what to even do or which of them is winning either, they both look fairly distributed with wounds. Beomgyu’s lip splits. Haechan’s nose is bleeding.

Haechan is now on top of beomgyu, straddling him, somehow managing to take the upperhand, blowing hits at beomgyu repeatedly, punch after punch. You stand frozen for half a second, watching beomgyu take a particularly painful hit that knocks the air completely clean from him and he wheezes out, eyes unfocused.

Now, you love playing fighting games, and usually it’s pretty satisfying when the character is just about to get KO’d. If you were watching a round on your screen right now, beomgyu would probably be on the lasts of his health bar. Normally, that moment is thrilling, you’d lean forward with your controller, waiting for the final blow. But, this isn’t fun to watch at all and you’re just worried for beomgyu. This has all gone pretty south.

Your eyes dart around, frantically looking for some kind of weapon until they land on a thick fallen log. You grab it and without thinking, you raise it, ready to beat the shit out of haechan with it. “Touch him again and I swear -!”

“—STOP!”

The shout cuts through the pure chaos. Taehyun and Kai come sprinting, kai skids to a halt, hands shooting up instinctively, while taehyun bends over with his hands on his knees, panting.

“WE GOT THE DIRT.” They both say frantically, hysterically, completely out of breath, but their eyes gleaming with a manic sort of triumph.

Haechan and beomgyu both stop mid-motion in confusion.

Kai dramatically places a hand over his chest, panting. “Ah… wait… one sec—” he gasps, chest heaving and struggling like a victorian child. Then finally he starts, regaining his composure with a smug smirk and directing his words at haechan. “You kept it very quiet that you’re Lee Donghyuck. Son and heir of the Lee family. As in that Lee family. LC Industries. Wonder why.”

Haechan’s face drains of colour.

Taehyun crouches beside haechan, holding up his own phone and shaking it in his face mockingly with a grin. “We’ve got all the documents to prove it. Unfortunately for you, we’re able to find such things. It’d be socially disastrous if everyone were to find out you’d failed your exams and disgraced your family, that they had to generously ‘gift’ the economics department to let you into a top university huh?”

“Funny how that works.” Kai continues, scheming, eyes glinting. “Your family has strong public ties to education. A son who failed and then paid his way into a top university? Isn’t that illegal?” He tilts his head. “And you’re expected to be the heir of LC industries once you graduate. That would do terrible damage to the company, family name, ruin your reputation. The same thing could easily happen to you if you make the wrong choice, so I’d think about that more carefully.”

Silence stretches. Haechan doesn’t say a word. He just sits there, looking down, jaw locked so tight. But you know then he won’t say anything. He can’t.

You drop the log and instantly kneel beside beomgyu, checking if he was alright, hands pressing gently to his cheek. “Are you okay??!” You note the blood and the dirt on his face and the fact that he looks like he’s going to pass out.

“Y-yeah…” Beomgyu weakly nods.

Kai and taehyun also concerningly rush over, all of you trying to get him up and stand.

At that moment a girl walks over, noticing the commotion, she takes one look at haechan on the floor and scrunches up her nose is disgust.

Haechan looks up at her, eyes going wide, in recognition. He scrambles desperately, “Mi-kyong!”

She scoffs in disdain. “Ugh. God, this is why I broke up with you. You’re so pathetic.”

“Wait! I-”

She turns and walks away without another glance, leaving him sprawled, a dramatic, sobbing, drunk mess on the grass.

You snort at the scene. Weirded out, exhausted, and more than done with this entire night, the four of you turn and also walk away together.

Thankfully, beomgyu is not dying.

He’s actually not that badly injured. Nothing broken, just a few cuts and bruises and scratches here and there on his body, but they’re not too bad. As for his face, it’s mostly intact, the most detrimental things being really only a scrape along his cheekbone and his lip that’s busted and swollen. Watching him get beaten up in the moment had made it look a lot worse than the damage haechan actually did to him. He still manages to look devastatingly gorgeous even with all the small cuts and dirt on his face and the messy bangs in his eyes, which seems wildly unfair.

He sits on a stool in your kitchen, silently watching your back as you pulled out your drawers looking for something to clean and tend to his wounds with. Finding a cloth and your hello kitty plasters, you run the cloth under some water and wring it out. You dab at it gently on beomgyu’s face, cleaning his wounds and getting rid of the dirt and dried blood. You tilt his chin, thumb resting just under his jaw, angling his face towards the light so you can see better.

He winces slightly once you get closer to dabbing at the cut on his cheek, lips twitching into a pout. “Ow.”

“Shit, sorry.” You immediately apologise and swipe the cloth along his bottom lip more carefully this time as he exhales slowly through his nose.

“It’s okay.”

You peel open the pink hello kitty plaster and place it on his cheek, smoothing it down. Smiling, you step back, forcing lightness into your voice. “Cute. There, all tidied up.”

“Thanks.” Beomgyu says, giving you a small smile back. He’s been very solemn, subdued this entire time and clearly deep in thought. You’re not entirely sure why, because shouldn’t he be happy for a situation that supposedly ended well? He just stares at you with this intensity in his eyes you don’t know the reason for.

You turn around to put everything back in the drawers and you can practically feel him boring holes in your back, it makes you hyperaware of every movement you make. You feel slightly self conscious and you don’t exactly know why.

“If I…delete the channel,” beomgyu finally speaks up, “and make a new one,” he adds quickly, “You’d still stream with me, right?” You turn around to face him, he looks at you imploringly, eyes raw and searching. “Are you going to continue streaming after all of this?”

You’re taken aback. There’s something braced about the way he’s sitting, like he’s already preparing for an answer. “Beomgyu,” you say slowly, genuinely confused. “Of course I would. Why would I stop?”

“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “Maybe after nearly being exposed you realised you don’t really want to anymore and it’s all too much and it was just a short term source of income. I mean, I was the one who actually asked you to start streaming with me and you were wary about it. And—” He cuts himself off with a breath. You can see him trying to decide how much to say. “Because, I don’t want to do this if it’s not with you. I mean, I really don’t want to. Like, I wouldn’t want to find someone else. Or go solo again. I’d hate it.”

“Neither do I,” you say, without thinking.

“No, you don’t get it, y/n.” He pauses as if thinking whether he should say what he says next.

You do, actually. You think you might get it terrifyingly well.

Beomgyu rubs at his neck. “I…“I like you. A stupid, ridiculous fucking amount.”

Your breath catches.

“And I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way—”beomgyu rushes on, rambling, “it’s fine, I’ll like, genuinely cope. I think, as long as you’re still in my life and nothing changes. I hope this doesn’t change anything. I don’t want things to be weird.” His bottom lip starts to wobble and quiver, trembling, looking up at you so vulnerably. The look on his face makes something ache inside you, like he’s mourning something he thinks he’s killed already.

For a second, you can’t speak, not because you don’t know what to say, but because there is suddenly too much to say and too much you’re feeling. It’s dizzying, your chest feels full and overflowing, but a massive weight is lifted off your shoulders, leaving you lightheaded. It’s followed immediately by this overwhelming, profound swell of affection that feels almost unbearable.

You’ve known that your feelings for him were already deep and tangled and perilous, inevitable and quietly consuming in the background. You think about how naturally he fits into your days, how your schedules are warped around each other, how every silly and fun moment seems to orbit around him most of the time, how easy it is to not wear a mask when he’s there, and the way he always, always gets you. It’s already shaped both of your lives before either of you had the courage to name it. Hearing him say it out loud doesn’t create the feeling, or make you suddenly realise, it just confirms it, that this beautiful, ridiculous boy matters to you in a completely irreversible way. And that you matter to him in the same. You can’t even remember what it was like to go about your days without beomgyu. He’s filled every absence and silence, painted every crevice and unnoticed gap in your life with colours you couldn’t see before, couldn’t even comprehend.

“No, beomgyu,” you say softly, eyes stinging, “I really, really like you,” you huff a breath that sounds close to a laugh, “a stupid, ridiculous fucking amount too.”

“Oh.” Beomgyu blinks, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Then his shoulders sag, all the tension draining out of him at once. “Wait, romantically right?”

You exasperatedly nod. “Yes!”

“Oh, thank god. Just checking.” He stands so suddenly the stool scrapes against the floor, and then he’s hugging you tight, swallowing you with his arms, desperate, clinging. His arms wrap around you fully, his face smushed into your shoulder.

“I’m sort of a right fool for you.” beomgyu mumbles, muffled into your shirt.

You giggle at him, hugging him back tightly. “You were already that before.”

He lifts his head just enough to glare at you in a mock pout, trying to pretend to be offended but failing miserably since there's a huge, stupidly happy smile on his face, grinning so bright and wide. “Shut up.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips with a lazy smile and a tender gaze, finding it hard to even look back up and meet your eyes, that oddly shaped, charming dimple of his that comes out occasionally, slipping into view. You already know what he’s practically begging you for.

You pull him down a little bit more and he meets you halfway. You press your lips with his, full of everything you’ve been holding back and he effuses into it, moving your lips with his gently, passionately. You’ve kissed beomgyu many times before now, but it feels new and so familiar all at the same time.

When you pull back, your foreheads rest together, giggling. Beomgyu exhales with a shaky laugh, before leaning in and pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another quick peck in the centre, and another.

When you finally dive in for another makeout session, you kiss him harder this time, deeper, hungrier, ardently. Not fucking him for a while, not kissing him like this, it easily catches up to the both of you and you suddenly need him with everything in you. You’re practically eating each other’s faces off now and he easily lets you push your tongue into his, swirling your tongue and saliva with his, heading moving and tilting in opposite directions, smacking your lips together.

You suck on the bottom of his soft, pillowy lips and lick them, you lick softly near where his lip is split. He shudders, the tiniest whimper. But it seems he actually likes it. You gently, lightly pull it in between your teeth where it hurts and is swollen. He moans out and hisses, liking the pain and the sting of it. You can taste the bitterness of it, coppery, but it’s pleasant. It’s clear beomgyu’s mind has totally blanketed over. You kiss him more, and gently suck on the tip of tongue before releasing it. His lips are even more impossibly swollen, red and ruined even without it being busted.

With a dazed, heated look, beomgyu bares his neck sexily for you, tilting his head to the side. silently pleading for your mouth on his neck too. You attach your lips to the column of his pretty, unadorned neck, attacking and kissing the sides and ready to embellish it. You suction your mouth on the sensitive areas, sucking, hearing him let out startled, soft mewls and whines. You don’t let your lips off until the small, little blood vessels under the skin burst and blossom into raw, violent splotches of maroon littered across his neck. You lick a long stripe, starting from the cute mole in between his collarbones and up over the sharp ridge of his adam’s apple - you press your tongue down harder on that part, and under his chin. He swallows, chin lifting up as you do with his lip caught in between his teeth, trembling, eyes glazed up, hands gripping the edges of the table tightly.

You kiss once more, his hands on your waist tightly, before you know it he’s backing you into the kitchen counter and lifting you up onto it, spreading your legs to fit him in between. He holds onto your thighs tightly, whining into your mouth needily as he begins to rut his stuttering hips in the space underneath one of your knees, pressing his clothed dick against it, humping you pathetically.

“A..a-ah. Please,” he breathes, “You-Please. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Seems like you’re doing the opposite.” You raise a brow.

Beomgyu shakes his head, still rutting and rocking against you, he kisses you some more, a soft, needy sound slipping past his lips and into yours, before he’s dropping to his knees on the cold kitchen floor. He’s tugging your underwear off desperately, clumsily. He kisses your ankle, the insides of your thighs and higher. With your thighs, he drags you more forward, closer to the edge of the counter so it’s easier for him, his face directly in line with your cunt, breath puffing hot. He pathetically whines at the sight, salivating already, and without even asking, he presses his face into you.

Beomgyu kneels, head buried deep in your cunt so all you can see is his long, shaggy mop of hair. The first sweep of tongue is slow and deliberate, he languidly licks up your pussy, then attaches his full lips to the mush of your clit, sucking intently. You bite your lip, tilting your head up to the ceiling in bliss, grabbing ahold of his hair fingers threading through the locks and tugging just enough to make a high pitched little noise escape his throat in response.

You can’t forget that he quite literally has a split lip, but he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about it, even if it’s irritating him, he just continues to let out vibrating muffled, whiny sounds into you. He lowers his mouth to prod his tongue into your hole instead, pushing and twisting and turning deeply whilst his pretty, wide nose bumps against your clit, he moves his head left and right, purposefully nuzzling and brushing his nose harder for you. He knows what he’s doing, he always does, just wanting to keep you satisfied.

You bring his head closer, massaging his scalp slightly, fingers stroking through the soft strands on the nape of his neck. “Yeah…that’s exactly it, gyuu mm.” He lifts his head up slightly, gazing up at you with, his pupils dilated crazily wide by now. You coo, “Look at you…so focused. Aww, you really like doing this don’t you, gyu?” He hums against you, you can feel him nodding, nose brushing up and down at that. “hhah-you have no idea how good you make me feel, beomie~” You throw praises at him, your eyes clouding up at the feeling of beomgyu’s mouth on you.

You can practically see his brown irises sparkle momentarily at that, shining and giving you heart eyes. The praises just make him crazier, famished, he dives back in with renewed fervour, lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated animal seeing a pool of water, so intent on pleasing you more and eating you out with such a frenzy, you’re squirming around him, trying to shut your legs, but he doesn’t relent, not even a little. The slurping sounds are genuinely nasty and almost embarrassingly loud over the kitchen. He shoves his head impossibly deeper and you tip your head fully back, one of his hands slowly reaching up your body to your breasts, groping and kneading and squeezing them. He’s stupidly moaning even louder than you and you’re the one reaching your tipping point.

He lifts up again barely, just to obsessively watch the reactions on your face to what he’s doing to you and how you’re nearly on the edge, looking at like a puppy seeking approval. chasing your every reaction like he’s starving for it. Desperately, beomgyu pushes his ring and middle finger inside you without warning, pistoning them into you, the sounds your pussy makes from this is so slushy and wet and gushing, you gasp, knitting your brows with your mouth open. Beomgyu studies your face, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, whining, wanting you to cum already, still fucking his fingers into you at a brutal place and reattaching his swollen lips to your bundle of nerves, and it all comes crashing down on you with a cry. You cum on his face and beomgyu excitedly laps it all up greedily and delighted, his tongue and fingers working through your aftershocks, wanting to catch everything your pussy gives out, and he lets out pleased sounds.

“Ah…so good, gyu…” you cradle the side of his cheek, he smiles and grins gleefully, kissing your palm and looking at you so adoringly.

He stands back up happily, his face drenched in your slick and his spit and drool. He’s instantly all over you again, kissing you with his messy, soaked lips, tasting yourself on his mouth. He kisses you and kisses you, again and again. You don’t even realise you’ve made it to your sofa. You push him instead, the backs of his knees hitting the sofa and falling onto it gladly. You follow immediately, hovering over him. Beomgyu brushes his thumb over your cheek, giggling breathlessly. You laugh softly too. He’s so cute.

You rid the rest of your clothes off and beomgyu watches you in awe, hands resting on your waist now. “You’re so pretty.”

“So are you.”

He helps you discard of his own clothes. You lean back down, cupping his cheeks dotingly for no reason, just looking at his pretty face. Then you wrap your fingers around his cock, briefly pumping it a few times, watching the way he totally forgets about everything, hips jerking, melting into a puddle as he lets out small, breathy noises.

You stop your movements on his dick and with a wicked grin, you sit yourself on him. You slowly slide your wet folds against him, watching the way he instantly falls apart.

“Ughh…y-y/n,” the sound lands somewhere between a sigh and plea.

You grind against his poor, leaky, flushed cock harder, earning startled little sounds that his voice fractures into. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes shut, it’s scarily already too much for him already.

“S-stopp, inside, inside.” Beomgyu grabs your wrist, needy, begging.

“Ssh. Be patient, baby.” You lightly scold him, continuing to roll your hips faster, continuously, enjoying the feeling of the wetness from you and the precum dribbling out out his tip, gliding easily and mixing and smearing together, bumping at your clit and stimulating your folds.

Beomgyu shakes his head, half panting and half whimpering, eyes watering, hands twitching uselessly at your sides, his lips parted like he was meant to speak, probably to beseech you again, but only a shaken noise comes out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, beomgyu’s dick spills out cum, squirting out white onto his tummy in uncontrolled spurts. He looks down, horrified, like he can’t even believe it himself.

Then he sniffles, crying out, devastated and disappointed. “Didn’t want to cum that fast, wanted to cum inside you.” The corners of his lips pull entirely downwards.

You click your tongue. “Can’t control yourself, gyu. Hm?” You mock him, though you don’t actually care, your tone soft. It was hot to see him make a mess all on himself that quick.

“No- just missed you.” Beomgyu frowns. The mascara you’d put on him earlier, now running down his cheek all clumped and messy. He’s referring to how you guys haven’t streamed in so long with haechan and then also not really seeing each other as much as you usually would because of exams too.

You reach up and swipe your thumbs gently under eye, wiping away the tiny exaggerated tears. “Aww, you missed me?”

Beomgyu’s lips are dramatically downturned but he replies with soft sincerity. “Yeah.”

Your heart swoops. It did feel very strange to go days without properly being with him. “Missed you too.” You kiss his nose and he softly smiles knowing you felt the same. “Will you even be able to handle my pussy after so long, gyu?” You tilt your head, slipping back to teasing him because it feels easier than admitting just how full your chest feels again.

Beomgyu nods so fast it’s comical. “I can. Please.”

“You already came though.” You tut, faux contemplating, glancing pointedly at the mess on his tummy.

“I can cum again!” beomgyu quickly insists, frantic and pleading, falling for it and getting worked up, panicked, “need you.”

With that, you take a hold of his dick, feeling him slightly twitch. You lift yourself up and guide his dick to your entrance, slowly taking him in you, first his swollen tip, and then lowering yourself completely, ever so carefully, down on his entire length, until your hips meet his, enveloping his cock with your pussy. You sigh out at the feeling of finally having his dick in you again and stretching you out. It’s so perfect.

“Ohhhmygod.” You almost forget to watch beomgyu’s reaction for a second. Beomgyu has practically gone cross-eyed, mouth fully open. He’s panting loud and heavy, like you’ve knocked the wind out of him and you haven’t even moved a single bit yet. He’s resembling when you first fucked him and took his virginity, sure it’s the longest you’ve gone without fucking, but it hasn’t been that long.

“You need a minute?”

“Sshit-yeah…” beomgyu knits his brows, and groans out long and deep.

You don’t know how long you wait, it could have been like, ten seconds, but it felt like forever to you. Eventually, you grow impatient and you just grab onto his shoulders, lifting yourself up again and back down, starting a slow rhythm. You sheath and unsheath your pussy languidly on his dick, hitting deep, softly moaning. The friction is searing and hot and you can feel your walls dragging along the little ridges of some of the thick veins from his dick.

Beomgyu on the other hand, is absolutely lost in the sensation of your pussy wrapped around him. You swivel your hips clockwise, then anti-clockwise repeatedly, watching the way his jaw goes slack at this.

“So good-feels sso good,” beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and eyes drooping with pleasure already. He genuinely looks like he physically cannot cope with any of it.

You still want more though. Your grip on his shoulders tighten, using it to give you more strength to bounce on his gooey dick, quickening your pace but not significantly. Beomgyu’s brain is mush. He’s a goner.

You can’t even see his face anymore, the top of his face somehow buried underneath the numerous cushions on your sofa, he’s sinking into it, all you can see is his full lips in the shape of an ‘o’ and his front teeth, being able to spot the slight chip on one of them. It’s like he’s not aware it’s possible to even close his mouth at all. You laugh at the absurd sight of him and lean forwards to throw the cushions off him, brushing his wet hair out of his face so you can fully see the expression of unmistakable ecstasy that he’s in the throes of, his long clumped eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

He doesn’t notice any of this. He looks like he’s fully checked out of everything. And seriously, your pace wasn’t even that fast. You lightly slap at his cheek, trying to wake him up from his trance-like state, his head lolls, eyes rolled to the back of his head, scatter-brained. He doesn’t respond. You grab at his chin, facing you. “gyu, gyu. Are you there?”

“….huhh….?”

You burst out laughing, totally amused. “holy shit, beomgyu.” You start riding him at brutal pace, wondering just how much more fucked out he can get. “Imagine your viewers seeing you right now, you look like you’re getting fucked for the first time all over again.”

Beomgyu chokes out a moan, but you’re surprised to hear him speak up, voice so strained, in between gasps, “d-don’t need an audience-h-hahhh…only need youu-nggh”

You lean down, hovering close to his face, spurring him on. “Yeah? You love my pussy don’t you? Loved when I took your virginity didn’t you, baby?”

“Mmm,” Beomgyu whines out, eyes fluttering shut, nodding feverishly, saying any shit unabashedly. “Love your pussy…so glad it wass youuh…Wouldn’t— wouldn’t want anyone else…only you. M’ all yours.”

You’re truly enraptured by his expressions of you just riding him. Suddenly, you get an idea. You pull off his dick. Beomgyu whines and frowns at the lost contact, totally perplexed and wounded.

His hands grasp out for you, trying to bring you back but you ignore him, standing up off the sofa and grabbing at his dainty, pretty, long legs instead. You spread them, holding them apart by his ankles. Beomgyu furrows his brows at you and makes a small, cute, confused sound, but he trusts you with everything in him so he just completely surrenders to whatever you’re doing calmly. He’d give you anything you want, would let you do anything to him, would let you consume him completely. You hold his dick in place at a better angle for your pussy, trying to line yourself up. Once again, you’re grabbing his dick like you’re using a dildo in the privacy of your bedroom and shifting your position whichever way you want.

“What are you doing—ohh.”

You thrust into him, both hands curled around his ankles again, the way his cock presses differently inside you, angled in a way that reaches so much deeper and drags along the nerves in your spongy walls deliciously. It clearly affects beomgyu too, his face contorting into an absolute state of rapture on his features and he elicits a mangled mewl.

The position is entirely vulnerable for beomgyu, and for a split second, you can see his cheeks flush even more than they are, his mannerisms turning shy, but he almost immediately stops giving a fuck, in fact it spurs him on. He tries to keep his eyes open and focused to watch you as you fuck him, like both your sexes have swapped and he’s the one with a cunt, finding it so hot even though his eyelids keep drooping and his eye’s keep rolling back.

You push your hips forward continuously slamming them with his. Everything about fucking beomgyu this way clearly drives him crazy, fogging up and dumbing his already fucked out brain. His tongue lolls out exaggeratedly like a panting dog and moaning high pitched like a slut without restraint.

By now, the delirium has taken over the both of you, entirely consumed by the sensation of each other.

You pant, spewing random dirty talk with your eyes dazed. “D’you love getting fucked by me like this? Yeah? Want me to use you like a dildo all the time? Want that to be-ah-your only purpose? Just my toy? I’ll bounce on your dick all the time, gyu.”

“Yeah, yeah,yeahyeahyeah. Can use me, ghhhgn wanna stay in your pussy forever….never wanna leave,” Beomgyu drools, nodding dumbly, mouth parted in disbelieved pleasure, reeling in it.

You lean down to his heaving tummy, placing a kiss on his belly button and where his piercing lies, you come closer to his body, moving up and he wraps his arms around you, holding onto your for dear life as an incessant stream of moans rip through his throat.

You desperately fuck him faster, driving into him, snapping your hips forward again and again, getting closer to the edge and pulling him into a messy kiss as you do so, still clinging onto each other, eating up his garbled cries.

“Ah-gonna cum. You want it? Want me to cum around your cock, beomie?”

“S-sso much—” beomgyu gasps, sobbing. “Oh my god—”

Both of you dissolve into incoherent, breathless sounds of ‘mm— mm— mmmm mmmmm’ exchanging back and forth between kisses continuously and moaning out each others name, becoming more and more high off each other. Nothing else mattering at this moment except for the intoxicating feel of your lips against his, body pressed flush against his. The world could disappear entirely, and it’s possible neither of you would notice, so lost and gone in the feeling.

“Only you,” beomgyu breaks, words cracking as they leave him, “Only you-only you can make me feel this way, only youonlyyouuonlyyou.”

You reach your high first, clenching around him and letting go. Beomgyu lets out three different notes, oscillating like piano trills. Until a glissando of all sorts of notes slide up and reaching a crescendo. “C-cc-ccumming—” Beomgyu chokes, breath coming out in sharp pulls, “cummingcummingy/n, y/nnnn—”

You cum hard enough that your vision whites out at the edges. Paralysed by the intense orgasm, you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt that in your life and you can tell he’s like that too. Cum oozes out from his dick nonstop, spilling helplessly, replacing the dried cum on his tummy previously. You can practically see his soul leaving him, gone to the ether, his body just jelly as he sags into the sofa and cushions with a sound closer to a sob than a moan.

He still manages to hug you tighter, shaking body pressing more into yours so his cum smears on you too, clutching you. You hold his cheeks in your hands, peppering dazed butterfly kisses on his wrecked out face and on his hello kitty plaster, already slightly peeling from the corner with all the sweat.

“Ughh…I missed you.” Beomgyu knocks his head with yours.

You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. “You already said that.” You carefully brush the sweaty strands of his hair out of his sweaty face, looking into his big, soft, brown eyes, twinkling, glittery as they stare back up at yours with so much emotion and adoration in them.

“I don’t care. Missed you, missed you, missed you~” Beomgyu grins, blissed out.

“Just my pussy?”

“Obviously, so much more than that, idiot.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, jabbing your head.

“It’s way too fucking hot for this shit.”

It’s the hottest day of the month, sweltering. The grass is brittle and warm beneath your stomach as you lie in it, half propped on your elbows with a book in your hand. Beomgyu is sprawled on his back, still eating the remnants of the pastries you both had bought from the bakery nearby, humming in response, though he seems pretty content. There’s quite a lot of other uni students too, sitting with their friends across picnic blankets, people walking their dogs, others passing through on the path with their bicycles, bells ringing, children laughing in the distance.

It’s the last week left of lectures before you’re fully finished with the uni year. Beomgyu had forced you to come out on your free day. He’d stood in your kitchen earlier with absolute conviction, declaring that you’d promised to go out on a date. When you’d agreed to that, you weren’t aware of the weather. Even with your proposal to stay inside with the AC and continue watching the drama you both had started instead, beomgyu had refused, shaking his head and staying adamant about it. No amount of dramatic pointing at the weather app of the temperature had deterred him, unfortunately.

Now, you’re laying in the park near your campus, trying not to fucking melt.

After eating the rest of his pastry and licking around his lips, beomgyu scoots closer to you, grass rustling beneath him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back, practically on top of you.

“Ew-no-get off. I’ll get so sweaty!” You shove beomgyu off you, immediately protesting.

He sticks his tongue out at you with a dramatic, wounded look but allows himself to be pushed away. “Rude.”

“You’re so sweaty right now and so am I.” You point out. “I don’t want to get even more sweaty. It’s too hot.”

Beomgyu flops onto his back again with a theatrical groan, a noise of betrayal. “Woww. This is how you’re treating your sweet boyfriend who just wants to cuddle.”

Not much changes when you start dating. You still bicker. You still spend an alarming amount of time together, you still stream and go to your lectures together. It’s subtle. Just that you’re both more honest and open with your feelings and affection for one another, beomgyu especially. You can’t get rid of him. You’re not complaining most of the time.

After finishing one of the chapters of your book, you close it, setting it aside and resting your chin on your hand. You watch beomgyu with interest instead. He’s lying down with his eyes closed, forearm flung over his face, attempting to nap, chest rising and falling, one knee bent and the other leg kicked out. You contemplate to yourself for a moment before speaking. “…Are you scared?”

Beomgyu slowly flitters his eyes open, brows drawing together faintly with a curious expression. “For what?”

“That next year’s our final year.”

His expressions changes. Beomgyu goes quiet, pensive, thoughtful. “…yeah. A little. I don’t want to be an actual adult yet,” beomgyu answers honestly, squinting his eyes up at the sky, “it just feels like every year gets faster.”

You hum in agreement, fiddling with a blade of grass between your fingers.

It’s true, this academic year has gone by even faster than usual, though it’s been one that so much changed. You can’t believe the events that happened. At the start of the year, you hated the idea of working with beomgyu, co-organising that christmas performance, still convinced of the rumours about him. You’d never have thought he was the face behind your favourite camboy, that you’d end up fucking your favourite camboy in person. You definitely hadn’t expected for beomgyu to be someone you care for so much.

You and beomgyu have indeed now started afresh on a new channel named - AngelandDevil313 - beomgyu was the one to suggest it, defending it with his life. It’s cringey, yes. But you’re doing very well, even better than before, in the top five popular channels on the site, starting new had all your loyal viewers from before and reached a lot of new ones.

“I’ve had fun this year, though,” You say after a moment, staring up at the vivid, sunny sky too, squinting. “Because of you. And I’m excited for next year with you too.”

“You did that for me too.” His smile creeps in slowly, like he’s trying not to make a big deal of it and failing anyway because his smile is somehow rivalling the sun right now, impossibly beaming. “We’ll be working together again next year, though,” he says, clearly very delighted at that, pointing at you playfully, “aren’t you excited?~”

From the success of being paired up to organise the music department’s Christmas performance, your lecturer had decided the two of you were a great set and had promptly promoted both of you to be the presidents of the orchestra fully next year once the other seniors had graduated. You’re his partner yet again.

“Mmm. It’ll be fun. Also stressful.” You’re proud to be chosen though, it’s such a high prestige.

“We make pretty good partners, you know.” Beomgyu rolls to his side, elbow propped on the grass as he stares at you with a shit eating grinning. “Maybe we should start another business in the future together.”

You stare at him too, amused, eyebrow raised. “And what would that be?”

Beomgyu animatedly taps at his chin, looking up. “Hmm…maybe a cafe, hehe.”

You snort. “A cafe? We set the fire alarm off making cookies. Who’s going to be baking?”

Beomgyu thinks for a moment, furrowing his brows, but then shrugs his shoulder in defeat, totally agreeing. “Alright. Fine. Tyun and Kai can bake. We’ll handle the business side.”

You nod your head, softly chuckling.

“Or,” beomgyu smirks insufferably, “I could just stand outside. I’m sure many people will come in if they just see me and my handsome face. I’ll draw the customers in.” Beomgyu flicks his hair, flamboyantly.

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Riight.”

“Okay but think about it,” beomgyu insists, eyes bright and a lighter brown, golden from the way the sun catches onto them, looking even prettier, his dimple peeping out too, deeply pressed in his cheek. “A live music cafe. We could perform together and have other musicians play on days too. I think it’d be pretty spectacular.”

You smile fondly, his entire idea of a cafe is so cute and endearing. You’re half-convinced already just from how passionate he is about it.

“Our channel is doing so well now. We’ll even be able to pay off our tuition together.” Beomgyu rolls closer to you, shoulders touching despite the heat, arms touching in that unconscious, gravitational way you’ve both developed.

“You think we’ll last that long?” You tease.

“Yeah,” he says. “I do.” There’s something dangerously soft in his voice.

“That’s ambitious. We haven’t been dating for that long.”

“I don’t care,” he says, simply. “It’s different with you. I know you feel it too.” he adds, suddenly shy, sheepish in the way he gets when he realises he’s being way too earnest, “at least…I hope so. I wanna live with you eventually. Stream with you for a long time.”

You swallow, eyes slowly widening.

“You’re like, my person,” beomgyu finishes, quieter. “I think we’ll last.”

Your throat tightens. The certainty in it makes you feel all those intense emotions you always feel whenever it’s beomgyu, butterflies in your stomach. You look away so he doesn’t quite see how it lands on your face. “Yeah, so are you.” you admit, quietly too.

“Wait, are you about to cry?!”

You cough, dabbing at your eyes quickly. “No. It’s hay fever, obviously.”

His stupid grin is immediate again, very satisfied, obnoxiously so, thankfully he doesn’t say anything else about it.

He nudges your foot with his. “Anyway. Speaking of, it’s a streaming night. Let’s make music in another way heh.” Beomgyu wiggles his brows, his face getting closer to yours.

You groan and shove his face away while he cackles, sunlight catching in his hair, laughter loud and unguarded. “At least we’re getting out of here.”

Beomgyu gets off the ground, dusts of his jeans, and reaches his hand out for you with a soft, lingering smile, you take it. His fingers curl around yours immediately, warm and familiar, pulling you up with an ease that makes your stomach swoop.

“Come on.”

You coat your fingers with more lube, pushing your slicked fingers once more into beomgyu’s glossy, puckered hole, trying to ease him, working him open. Slowly, you pump them in and out as beomgyu knits his brows together, softly moaning from time to time, face buried in the silk pillow, ass up.

“Mm…more.”

“You sure?”

Beomgyu rocks his hips back to meet the pace of your fingers, reaching deeper, as a form of confirmation. You slap his little ass lightly in response and he whines quietly in frustration.

“Pleaseee?”

You know he’s been waiting absolute centuries for this, so you relent, not wanting to torture him longer because you know you’ve stretched him out well enough already.

You lather more lube onto your strap on as he watches, eyes glittery with anticipation. You’d searched online extensively for a dildo pretty enough you could use on beomgyu for a stream. It’s a faint jelly pink, see through and slightly bigger than what beomgyu’s used to, and there’s hot pink little heart shapes trapped inside the translucent toy for decoration, making it look prettier. You’d even worn a frilly, light pink and white lingerie dress, which beomgyu had already lost his mind over. The juxtaposition of you wearing something more feminine whilst wearing a dick, you fucking him like that all pretty, clearly driving him even more crazy, liking the clash.

“Wanna ride you.” Beomgyu speaks, eyes cutely half lidded.

“Yeah, angel?” You lift a brow. “Should we ask the viewers how they want me to fuck you?”

You flick through the comments, but surprisingly, they all actually agree with what beomgyu wants for once, wanting to see what he’d look like riding your strap.

So, you lie back against the silk pillows yourself, watching beomgyu as he slowly straddles your hips. He doesn’t put it in yet, surprisingly, gazing down at you with a soft but heated stare, you prolong the eye contact until beomgyu eventually reaches down to cup your cheeks. He presses his lips with yours, his lips fluffy and smooth and cushiony and satin just like the pink silk pillows you lay in, wishing you could do the same with his lips. You makeout, slow and messy as he whimpers into your mouth, getting more turned on from both of you kissing.

He pulls away ultimately, and grabs the dildo, you also help to hold it in place. He puts his hands on your upper stomach as he lifts up, placing the dildo at his oiled, puffy hole, and carefully he takes it in inside of him, stretching him, lowering down and down, little by little, until the entire length has disappeared in him and he’s fully sat back down on you.

Beomgyu stills, head thrown back as a quiet, startled gasp slips loose from his mouth.

After a moment, you swivel your own hips, watching the way his expressions changes as the toy angles in different ways inside him with a tiny groan. He swivels his hips too, both of you circling around in tandem.

When he’s ready, beomgyu rolls his hips with a hiss and starts his pace of leisurely rolling his hips and riding your strap seducingly.

He’s confident with the way he moves back and forth, despite the fact he’s gradually falling apart. He rolls his pelvis elegantly, sexily purposefully trying to rile you and the viewers up. Doing it in a way like a pornstar and not an amateur, though he is a camboy, it’s in a way that it wasn’t just homemade porn, it’s glamorous.

It’s definitely working, when you scroll through the comments briefly - you didn’t want to miss out on the show for too long - they’re unusually more quiet, even with the view count increasing by the second, spamming less with commands. You’re guessing they’re just totally enamoured by the sight too. And it’s all for you. You’re the one who gets to see it in person.

And you know you’ve thought it, said it out loud hundreds of times, countless times, but beomgyu is so fucking gorgeous. You still forget to breathe for a second, watching him on top of you, enraptured. He’s of course, wearing his stripy pink and white thigh highs, legs draped and bent either side of you. You grab for them without a second thought, squeezing his thighs, digging your nails into the fabric hard. He whines faintly at that. Of course as well, his sparkly belly button piercing dangles and swings with the motion. It has a diamond heart and a bow. He has a collection of them.

And, there’s something new too. The still recently healed tattoo near his right hip and lower abdomen. You sport a matching one. It’s a treble clef, etched onto his flesh with an angel wing peaking out, unfurling from the curve, still lightly pink around the edges. Maybe it was way too soon to get matching tattoos with beomgyu but it seemed right. And maybe you both were the slightest bit tipsy when you had agreed with absolute conviction to get one together, and had booked the appointment impulsively. But you’d followed through with it. Both of you wanted a treble clef tattoo anyway since you study music and music is such a vital part of your life. You’d always wanted one long before. So did beomgyu. So why not get one together?

Neither of you regret it, both of you adore it. You love looking at it on beomgyu, it makes his body even more unfairly pretty. You know he loves seeing it on yours too. You bring your hand up to trace the ink with your fingertip on his skin for a second, following the curve of the wing, then he lifts your dress up too a bit, finding yours and doing the same. You liked that his body was permanently marked with you, and yours with him. Even the viewers loved it, it becoming a sort of trademark thing, iconic for you both on your new channel.

Beomgyu’s hair too, is slightly different. Soft, subtle, pink strands threaded through the dark of his wolfcut. Only recently, had he dyed some strands of his wolfcut a pink. Unfortunately, you, taehyun, and Kai had to be the ones to do it for him. All three of you had stood around him in the crowded bathroom, perplexed, trying to get it to the exact shade he wanted. Neither of you had experience, nor should any of you have been trusted and it was quite a disaster, all three of you had differing opinions on how to do it, arguing. It was chaotic and vaguely traumatic for you. You thought all of beomgyu’s hair was going to be fried off. But, somehow you all managed to get it right, the exact shade he wanted in the end. Kai had started an underground cheap hair dye business in the uni with the confidence after that. From what you know, he’s making bank.

His hair falls into his face but you still see his long lashes kissing his blushing cheeks, his eyes closed, looking like a doll in every single possible way right now. He’s truly unreal.

@angeldevil313luvr: Angel looks like such a slut 💗

@femdom_hearts: I’m going crazy. Look at the way he’s riding it. Wow 😍

@iheartsubboys199: he should just become a full time prostitute.

You laugh gently. “They’re saying you look like such a slut right now, baby, riding all by yourself like that.” Your hands slide up to take ahold of his small waist, holding it tightly, starting to move him against the dildo harder, changing the tempo and time signature. A loud, whorishly long moan rolling off his tongue at the new pace, lips parted. He’s just the prettiest little thing.

“Someone said you should become a full time prostitute, angel. You’d be such a pro.”

Beomgyu manages to shake his head. “uahh—No. only—f’you.”

You smile at his answer, absolutely pleased. “Ohh, you’re so good.” You reach up to pinch his scarlet cheek, cooing, “Such a sweet baby. Isn’t that right, darling?”

Beomgyu nods, dizzy. He’s losing control now, the confidence he once had dwindling, previous demeanor vanishing, forgotten when he gets consumed by the pleasure he’s feeling.

“Say it to the camera.” You take the phone, filming him up close. “Say you’re only a whore for my cock, angel. Only a pretty cumslut for me~”

You thrust into him slightly, toy pushing deeper in him. Beomgyu groans, noises leaving him endlessly, wrecked, voice cracking as he tries to speak up. He looks into the camera then at you with a faraway look. “Hahhh, m’ only a…a whore for your-ghh-cock. M’ just a pretty cumslut ffor you.”

When he looks like he might just collapse, you bend your knees, propping your legs up for him, his back resting against them, keeping him up. He delicately reaches out for both of your hands, threading your fingers and holding them as he begins to bounce on the silicone, up and down, lifting and sinking. You interlace them, his hair jumping with every bounce too, front layers damp, sticking to his forehead and his face glowing with sweat.

“So dumb for my dick,” you murmur, making your voice more sultry and teasing the way he likes, that makes him shiver, “can’t even keep yourself upright. Should I fuck you with my cock all the time hmm?”

“N-no, Love your pussy mm-more.” There’s a thin line of drool, slipping down the corner of his mouth eyes, glistening as it trails further to his chin, eyes rolling back uselessly.

You giggle, gaze dropping lower, watching the way his cock flaps uselessly, slapping your stomach, painfully red, pearled precum trickling out lightly from the tip of his engorged head. You pull your hands away from his, and he whimpers at the sudden lack of support. You swipe the beads of sticky fluid from his tip with your thumb and it twitches fruitlessly at that. You start pumping his wet dick ruthlessly, stroking “you sure? You look like you’re loving this, going crazy for this. Maybe I won’t let you fuck my pussy ever again.”

Beomgyu’s back arches instantly, mewling high pitched, attempting to shake his head at your words but all his thoughts just disappear from the overwhelming pleasure and all the stimulation, drowning in it.

“Please, can I cum? Please?”

“No.” You click your tongue. “Don’t cum if you love my cunt more.”

Beomgyu makes a devastated sound, pouting, stressed, tears pooling along his waterline, “babyyy! But-T-that’s so unfair!”

You burst out laughing, warm and amused. You don’t actually care obviously. You just like messing with him, seeing the way he gets all helpless and panicked. “Lol. Just joking.” You grin. “But you’re not allowed to cum just yet. Hold on.”

“I-i can’t—it feels ssoo ggood.” Beomgyu whines.

“Yes you can. Don’t disappoint your viewers, angel.” You check the comment for a second and they agree, not wanting him to cum just yet, wanting to see him cum a load later instead from holding it in. You pump his dick faster, speeding up cruel, mercilessly twisting. Your other hand grips his hip, moving him yourself, slamming him back down each time. You thrust upwards with his drops down, harder, deeper, more and more, an accelerando, intent on pulling every possible pretty sound he can make out of his throat, watching the way the little hearts suspended in the translucent toy disappear in as he takes it in and out of his cute hole, making gooey noises in the process. He’s practically jumping on your strap now too and he pulls one of your tits out of your dress, cupping them and squeezing tightly like it’s keeping him steady.

“H-holy s-shit…oh oh f-fuck oh”

Beomgyu yelps, surprised. You see it instantly on his face when it hits something deep and you know it’s reached deep, brushing against his prostate, mouth dropping open, eyes flying open. His moans practically change key, tearing out of him, becoming even more high pitched and falsetto than before. You weren’t even aware his range could go that high.

You can feel his thighs tremoring uncontrollably where they cage your hips. “I can’t, I can’t—i-i c-can’ttt-t—” beomgyu sounds like there’s water stuck in his lungs.

You tighten your hand around his dick, moving faster. “Okay, you can cum, pretty.” You lift your torso up slightly to attach your lips to his nipple, swirling your tongue and teeth grazing the sensitive pink bud, sucking. One slow, wicked suck makes him jerk. He clenches his hole around the silicone and finally lets go with a strangled, long yelp. The coda of the symphony comes to an end with a perfect cadence. Beomgyu’s dick gushes, cum overflowing like a fountain, thick ropes splattering all on your newly bought lingerie, absolutely sullied. He doesn’t care though, he slumps forwards on you, between all the mess, hugging you, face buried in your neck, breathing wrecked, boneless from the physical exertion, brain dead, numb and shaking. You play with the ends of his shaggy hair on his neck, curling the light pink silky strands with your fingers. It suits him so well.

BONUS LIVE

Beomgyu has one last lecture early in the morning. You, blissfully, do not. However, you can currently hear the alarm he set, going off blaring, disturbing your sleep, for about 2 minutes now and he still hasn’t woken up. It’s so loud, how can he not hear it?

You nudge him, “gyu,” He doesn’t budge. You nudge him harder, “GYU. GET UP.” Finally, he stirs.

Beomgyu whines, “owww. Ugh,” but turns over to thankfully switch his annoying alarm off.

He gets up from the bed, carefully disentangling himself from you, and gets ready, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You merely groan and roll over, burying your face deeper into the pillow. You don’t see him get dressed but you hear all of it, rustling of fabrics, clinking of keys, lanyards, or something, attentively tiptoeing around your room to not disturb you too much.

Unfortunately, you still have to get up to lock the door after him. You yawn, face puffy, eyes barely functioning, hair sticking up. He walks out. Standing in the door frame with his crossbody bag slung over his shoulder. It has many keyrings dangling from it. That’s what was the noise you heard earlier.

“Bye, y/nnn. See you.” Beomgyu says softly, dragging the vowels of your name just to annoy you a little. He pulls you in for a little, warm hug, then pecks your lip. Then pecks them again with a grin just because.

You barely register any of this. “Mmm,” you mumble, yawning, “See you. I love you.” Then, you shut the door.

Beomgyu stands still, blinking at the closed door, eyes widening, stunned. He opens and closes his mouth, still trying to process what just happened, bag slipping off.

He replays it.

Mmm. See you. I love you.

He slowly raises his hand to touch his heart, feeling how it’s pounding against his chest. He mutters a surprised, barely audible oh into the empty corridor.

You said it so casually. Like you hadn’t just thrown a bomb at his entire emotional infrastructure before his 9am lecture. What the fuck. But, he’s a running a bit late to his class and thinks it’s best to ask you about it later.

Beomgyu walks away giddy but still in shock, legs feeling like jelly and dizzy, he gets halfway down the corridor and turns around just to stare at your door again. Oh my god.

You, meanwhile, make it back to your bed, pulling the blanket up. You close your eyes, sighing out happily-Wait. Your brain finally loads. You open one eye suspiciously, the other, very slowly. You think about what you said.

HOLY—

You sit up. Both your hands slap your mouth. You want to die. It just slipped out of your mouth so naturally like you’ve said it so many times before, you didn’t even realise. It’s definitely not how expected to say it for the first time. It’s not the most romantic way. You’re pretty embarrassed. You don’t text him because what would you say? You hope he just didn’t register it, it was mumbled and he was tired too. You’ll just believe that for now.

In the afternoon, you hear an inevitable knock at your door and you know it can only be beomgyu. You open it, embarrassed, nervous.

“Hey,” you say, scratching the back of your head. “Haha.” You try to appear nonchalant.

Beomgyu wraps an arm around your waist, like he’s been waiting all day to do that, a smile immediately appearing on his face. He pulls you closer to him. “Hi.” Beomgyu says softly, eyes studying your face, fond and still a bit stunned from the events earlier. Then, his lips curl into an evil, knowing smirk, not fooled for a second by your attempt at nonchalance. “Soooo about what you said in the morning~” beomgyu says teasingly, giving you the most cheekiest grin ever, his thumb brushing idle half circles through your shirt.

You splutter, flustered. He’s so annoying. “It was nothing. It just came out.” You blurt, averting your gaze.

Beomgyu quietly scoffs at your words with a hint of offence, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Really? I don’t think you can accidentally just say something like that.”

You raise your chin up, indignant, though your cheeks are heating. “It can. I say it to my friends casually all the time.”

Beomgyu let’s go of you, tilting his head, clearly unconvinced. He stares at you for a moment, silent and thoughtful in a way that seems more serious than the teasing before. He shakes his head with a quiet laugh and he starts to speak up, sincere.

“You know. You’re kind of like…a grace note in my life.”

“Grace notes are brief, though,” you blink, pedantically, crossing your arms. “Like acciaccaturas, appoggiaturas.”

Beomgyu groans. “Oh my god- let me explain first. I was trying to be poetic.”

You snort. “Okay, keep going then, beethoven.”

“Well…Grace notes are ornaments, they embellish a song, they add decoration to it. You know, without it, the phrase is fine. The song was fine before, but with it, the phrase lingers.” You watch him as he talks, he’s slightly abashed by how earnest he’s being. His eyes keep darting back to you to see if you’re still listening, if it’s landing the way he hopes it is. “Like,” beomgyu adds, quieter, sheepish, “they slip in and suddenly the whole thing sounds…better, fuller.” Beomgyu’s ears are red. “Do you…get it?”

You nod silently.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love you too.” Beomgyu smiles so openly.

There’s a lump in your throat, trying to blink away the tears. “Fuck…I love you too.” You laugh weakly.

There’s a huge stupid grin that takes up immediately on beomgyu’s face, massive and uncontained, stepping closer to crush yoy into tight hug, spinning you both slightly in place before setting you back down. Beomgyu cups your face, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. His lips land softly on yours, kissing you and kissing you senseless. After what feels like forever but also not long enough at all, beomgyu finally pulls away slightly.

“Honestly as cringey as it sounds, you have sort of been some kind of angel, a saving grace to me. Your streams before I knew you” you admit, suddenly feeling like you needed to confess something meaningful too, “were comforting to me. And as ive got to know you, become good friends with you, streamed with you…you’re just such a beautiful person beomgyu. Inside and out.”

He beams shyly, eyes crinkling into crescents, then leans in to kiss you again like he physically cannot resist it.

“You’re welcome,” he adds smugly when he pulls back.

“For what?”

“For giving you the best boyfriend and business partner ever.”

You roll your eyes but you’re still smiling affectionately at him. “Well, I was the one who suggested working with you on your channel so I think you should say thank you to me.”

“Okay then.” Beomgyu presses his plushy lips with yours for the countless time. “Thank you y/n” his deep eyes are literally sparkling like they do often around you, looking into yours like you just showed him the entire galaxy, giggling, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours.

You adore this gorgeous, angelic boy so much.

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A/n: omg ☹️😭😭🤧🤧 i can’t believe it’s come to end wtaf. But also wow i can’t believe I ever actually managed to finish this series. At the start I lowkey went into it blind and had no actual plans but it truly did write itself :(<3 omg I really will miss writing for this series. They’re literally my babies and this is literally my favourite beomgyu to write. I’ll miss them sm. this series felt like such a constant in my life like it’s actually watched me grow, and you can see it as the chapters go by too 😭 This was literally one of the first things I actually started writing on here and I got so much love with this series, genuinely so much love it’s crazy and I don’t think I’ll really get that again. Thank you to all the people that patiently waited every chapter and supported this series and sent me their thoughts. I still see people liking and commenting from 2022 ily all sm 😭💕💕☹️☹️🌷🌷 wait omg why did I actually start crying 😭😭 IM EMOTIONAL OKAY :( This series mean sm to me

I hope you like the ending 😭 this was a bitch for me to write and I had no idea how to end it so I’m sorry if you hate it but I tried my best 😭

I still plan to write little tiny bonus chapters for them in the future tbh I’m not ready to let go. 🤧 Anyway, truly thank you so so much for everyone that read this entire series. 💗💗

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You’d recently joined your university’s severely underfunded manga club under the guise of picking up a new hobby. And whilst it was partially to pick up a new hobby, there was another underlying reason you probably wouldn’t tell anyone else about. You were grieving.

‘Rotten Peonies.’

The greatest piece of erotic femdom manhwa to ever grace the digital shelves, in your personal opinion. It was your favourite manhwa of all time and it was everything you could possibly ever want in a piece of media, as if it were a rare fruit hand picked specially just for you, that it was pretty uncanny how much it suited just to your own taste buds.

You waited eagerly every week to read the latest chapter and it was what kept you going when uni life and just every other aspect of life got too hectic, too stressful, too…much. It was your escape and you were so attached to all the characters by now, but mostly the male lead, Choi Taekbae. From his pretty character design with the shaggy wolfcut, brown doe eyes and rosy cheeks, to his funny, playful, golden retriever-esque personality, to the way he orbited around the female lead like a lovesick puppy, he was completely your type to the T. And the way he acted around and treated the female lead, submitting to them, letting them do whatever they wanted to him, never ceased to make you giggle and sigh out at your screen.

Taekbae was completely unlike how real men were and the manhwa was made totally catered towards the female gaze only: gorgeous art style and fashion, well thought out characters, real chemistry, and just the right amount of filthy. Unlike all that other grotesque, borderline pedophilic slop men wrote with highly unrealistic female characters reduced to boobs ridiculously the size of hot air balloons, yet they always had a stick thin figure and acted child like. That’s why you liked ‘Rotten Peonies’ and taekbae so much, it was refreshing. Real men will always end up disappointing you one day. You lived by that, you’d seen it happen many a times. It’s only a matter of when it will happen.

You didn’t know who the writer was, going under a pen name ‘CBG’, but you’re so certain it’s a woman because there’s no way in hell a man would ever have the capabilities to write such a masterpiece. A very cool, very feminist, very cultured, intellectual woman with impeccable taste. You admired her art and looked up to her so much.

But it wasn’t just how deliciously drawn the panels of Choi Taekbae were when he was getting fucked with pretty, teary eyes—which you meticulously saved to your camera roll—that you were drawn to by now, the plot was captivating and you were also incredibly emotionally invested and attached to the storyline as well. Surprisingly, the story was quite sweet and butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing, making you also read it for the cute, romantic moments between the main characters while cursing the universe for not handing you your own Taekbae.

Which is why your stomach had completely dropped, utterly devastated after you had eagerly anticipated the latest chapter like you usually do, giggling into your pillow and kicking your feet at taekbae until the very end, then biting your nails at the very tense cliffhanger. It’s alright, you just have to wait one week. You’d scrolled down to read the author’s note and thats when you saw the two words that shattered your entire world:

On hiatus !

‘Sorry I’m just not having much inspiration at the moment to continue anymore!’

No, no, no. This can’t be! What were you supposed to look forward to anymore?! Some series’ remain on hiatus for so long and never end up coming back. What if CBG never writes for it ever again? What if you never find out what happens next, what became of Taekbae and the female lead? What were you supposed to do without seeing new panels of taekbae anymore? Were you supposed to just keep on living? Without closure? So, maybe you are being a little bit too dramatic, but it doesn’t matter, your beloved manhwa!

You were beyond distraught, completely devastated, which led you to joining your uni’s manga club in the mean time to cope. At least it would have you looking forward to something else every week. You also just wanted to learn about the actual process of making comics, since you always found it intriguing how your favourite author could even possibly make such art, could evoke so much emotions from you with a single panel. And who knows, maybe you could even create your own little stories and characters, your own world to escape too sometimes.

Being at the manga club had made you completely empathetic towards your favourite author. You could perfectly understand why they might have went on a hiatus now. And, despite there being not many members, it was very insightful. You were starting to enjoy it a lot, picking up a new hobby instead was actually really fun. Or, it would have been.

Choi Beomgyu.

“So do we get free snacks, or was that false advertising or something?”

“Theyre not technically free.” Kai, your club president, had explained politely, still giving him a friendly smile. “Everyone takes turns every week to bring in snacks or bake them for everyone else to eat.”

“Cool.” He’d leaned in, ripping open a packet of crisps with ill manners, not bothering to listen for the rest of the meeting.

That was your first impression of him, and you can’t say you’ve seen him in a better light, in fact, it only consolidated your thoughts about him. He’d joined around the same time as you and he was pretty insufferable. He was lazy, never took the lessons seriously like how you did, irritatingly, inexplicably handsome, and he made the most annoying commentary and jokes ever during the sessions. While the rest of you actually tried to analyse storyboarding techniques and ink shading, beomgyu spent most of the club meetings sprawled across the folded chairs, legs spread wide and munching on snacks obnoxiously loud, saying stupid things for attention like, “Do you reckon Shonen writers have a kink for dead parents or…? Like, why do they always have to add that?” You’d watched, eye twitching as his crumbs scattered over the stack of carefully arranged Shonen volumes on the table. Why he was here, at your nerdy little club, you didn’t know.

Actually, you were also absolutely sure he was only here for the free snacks, which it wasn’t like that was just a mere speculation anyway, the dead giveaway being that he’d eat and shamelessly pocket away half the snacks on the table.

He was exactly the type of man you hated in this world, that made you pray, hopefully, somewhere out there in this world, there was a choi taekbae.

Kai cheerfully clapped his hands today, earning everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! We’re going to pair up and try to create a short one-shot manga based on the shoujo genre. Doesn’t need to be perfect, it’s just for fun and to show to everyone else next week!”

You sat straighter in your chair, excited. Maybe you’d even make something inspired by Rotten Peonies, something worthy of CBG herself.

But, with you and beomgyu being the newbies, of course, everyone had already made their own tight knit group of friends, already pairing up with their best mates, which unfortunately left just you and choi beomgyu, and so you were forced to partner up with him. This was going to be utter hell.

“Guess we’re partners.” Beomgyu smirks, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Don’t worry. I’m a creative genius. You’re in good hands.”

You scoff incredulously at him. “Yeah right.”

That’s how you ended up at beomgyu’s dorm, sitting cross legged on his bed, a notebook between you as you both tried to brainstorm ideas together.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” You ask, narrowing your eyes as beomgyu tapped his pen on the paper repeatedly with creased brows in exaggerated concentration.

“Yes,” Beomgyu says confidently. “Actually, I’m pretty experienced.” He looks up at you with infuriatingly self assured eyes, twirling the pen around his fingers, doing, admittedly, pretty impressive pen tricks. “It’s my passion.”

You don’t believe that. “Well, do you even know what shoujo is?”

“Yeah, Shoujo is catered towards girls-” He says, looking pleased with himself but then breaks off, frowning as if struck by a revelation, tossing the pen onto the bed and suddenly getting up. “Wait a sec.” Before you could ask what he’d doing. He hops off the mattress and disappears for a bit into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returns triumphantly with a pack of gummy sweets, chewing on them.

You raise a brow at him.

“What? I love gummies.” Beomgyu tilts his head, muffled with his mouth disgustingly full with them, cheeks all round and puffed.

“At this age?”

He shakes his head at you, tutting. “Wowww. You’re ageist. I’m going to twitter and I’m gonna cancel you.”

“They’re way too sweet for anyone who’s not nine.” You roll your eyes and retort.

He makes a deeply offended look your way and plops himself back down onto the bed, stuffing four more of the sweets into his mouth all at once, not even bothering to ask you if you’d like them too, or asking if you’d like to eat anything for that matter. Some host he is.

“Right. Ideas?” You sigh, waiting for him to diligently chew the sweets he’d gobbled up at once before he can speak again, his mouth still full and frankly, looking like he was struggling.

Finally, beomgyu swallows with a cartoonish gulp and then brightens up instantly. “We should make a parody of shoujo tropes. It’s usually romance, set in high school, there’s holding umbrellas out for the heroine, someone gets sick and the other nurses them back, school trip to the beach, someone confessing during firework festivals, an annoying ex comes back from the dead, they’re locked in a storage room, there’s only one bed, you know all that stuff.”

He’s strangely pretty informed on this. You nod in approval, a parody could be a good idea. You’re a pretty competitive person, and whilst it’s not even being judged, you still have this need to be the best out of everyone else and to impress your club president. “Uh huh. Okay. We need character ideas.”

“Well, there has to be a hot guy. Girls love that.” Beomgyu draws a large, lopsided stick figure on the paper, labelling it ‘HOT GUY.’ He grins stupidly and shoves the notebook proudly towards you. “This is our male lead. This is hot guy.”

You stare at it, unimpressed. “I don’t think we can hand that in. I’m gonna be honest.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Obviously not. We just need to figure out who he is first.”

“A cliche bad boy?” You suggest.

Beomgyu dramatically scribbles ‘BAD BOY’ drawing out an arrow from the stick man.

You pinch your nose bridge. You don’t think you’ll get a lot done today. “Let’s give him a name then.”

“Timmy.”

“WE’RE NOT CALLING HOT GUY THAT.”

“What? Timmy is iconic. I’d swoon over him.” Beomgyu theatrically places a hand to over his chest in mock sincerity.

Shaking your head, you grab the notebook and pen out of his hand, ignoring the accidental brush of his warm fingers against yours. Clearing your throat, you cross out Timmy and write Seojun instead.

“I still think it’s a good name. Timmy…” Beomgyu mutters mournfully.

You ignore him. “Okay we need to give hot guy seojun personality.”

Beomgyu pouts but perks back up and contemplates, tapping his chin and looking up in deep thought. “Maybe everyone thinks he’s this bad boy but he’s actually not at all, what if he’s actually a scaredy cat? Shy? If it’s a parody, what if we reverse the stereotypical gender roles? Make the female protagonist the bolder one?

“Ooh. That’s kinda good.” You nod, eyes lighting up, slightly impressed that he could even form ideas like that. “Write that down.”

The both of you get excited now, beomgyu clearly very happy that you liked his suggestion, smiling with little crescent moon eyes. You draw out arrows, bouncing ideas back and forth, adding traits to your male protagonist, what he likes and dislikes, what he could look like. Once you were done, it was time to properly sketch hot guy seojun out.

“I’ll do it,” Beomgyu volunteers, snatching the pen before you could argue. You watch him fully skeptical, ready to mock whatever doodle he came up with. But once he’s done, you’re taken by complete surprise.

Because it was good, like, really good.

A very handsome man with messy hair, fox like eyes and a sharp jaw stares up at you from the page, a drawing exactly like how you’d expect a male lead in a comic to look like. His art style was surprisingly so pretty, it almost reminded you of CBG’s, but it’s probably a common style. Clean, expressive, precise. His linework had this polished look to it that you’d only ever seen in actual professional manhwa.

“…You can draw?!” You blurt.

Beomgyu tilts his head innocently, feigning offence. “Of course I can. I said I was experienced. This is my passion.”

“Why did you join the manga club?” You query, still in awe at his drawing skills.

Beomgyu shrugs, spinning the pen in his hand. “I like making comics in my spare time but I’ve been struggling with it lately. Thought if I joined I could learn more and get my motivation back maybe. What about you?” Beomgyu asks curiously, “Why’d you join?”

“My favourite manhwa series went on hiatus.” You confess. “I didn’t have anything else fun to do anymore so I joined the club because I wanted to learn about the process and maybe make my own.”

But you couldn’t refrain yourself, once you started talking about it, you couldn’t stop, couldn’t help but go on a long, passionate rant. “She left us on such a big cliffhanger! And the main guy, Taekbae, oh my god, he’s my favourite character ever, he’s literally perfect and so cute and funny and my type and-”

Suddenly beomgyu pauses mid pen spin, eyes going wide eyed. You were too busy, gesticulating animatedly to notice though. “You’re a big fan, huh?” Beomgyu asks carefully.

“I’m her biggest fan,” you declare. “I basically cried when I saw the hiatus note.”

A grin slowly spreads across his face, “Yeah, i’ll get to it eventually.”

You blink at him. “Huh?”

He leans forward, looking insufferably smug. “You’re talking about Rotten Peonies. I’m CBG.”

You stare at him. He stares back. Then you snort, incredulous. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!” Beomgyu says, still grinning. “CBG. Choi. Beom. Gyu. That’s me. I drew it idiot.”

“No. No, you didn’t.” This was a very weird joke of his. But then again, you’ve never quite understood his type of humour. Although, you don’t know how he knew you were talking about Rotten Peonies, though saying taekbae’s name might have given it away. Still, why would he even know that?

“Yes I did.”

“You didn’t.”

“Did.”

“No.”

“I literally did!”

“Prove it!”

Exasperatedly, beomgyu flips to a blank sheet and in a minute, sketches out an exact perfect replica of a Rotten Peonies panel of, takebae and the heroine. “Believe me now?”

You gape. “Okay…that’s…scarily accurate. But this still doesn’t actually prove anything. You just copied it out.”

Beomgyu sighs, getting up to rifle through a folder on his desk. Out came piles of drafts, storyboards, covers. He even pulls up his publishing account on his laptop, in which you can clearly see he was the author.

Your jaw hit the floor. “Holy shit—” You just blink at him, utterly dumbfounded, brain short circuiting.

He was CBG.

How was that possible?

CBG was a girl! Okay, it was never actually stated, but how can a man write so much emotional depth, actual good erotica? And most of all, Choi Beomgyu, the guy who manspreads and leaves crumbs all on the shonen mangas, who makes the dumbest commentary?!

Then, you grab his shirt in both fists, eyes wild, shaking him hysterically. “YOU MUST WRITE THE NEXT PART. I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THEIR ARGUMENT ABOUT BEING MORE THAN FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS AND THE WHOLE SHIT WITH BAEKHYUNG!”

“Wha-hey! Okay, okay.” Beomgyu flails and yelps, slightly freaked out by you. “You’re…very intense.”

“I’ve been going insane!” You snap, still clutching onto his shirt, just accepting the crazy information you found out, your beloved manhwa was on the line.

Beomgyu sheepishly sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’ve been struggling with the sex scenes. They feel… I dunno. Unrealistic? Like I’m not doing it right.”

You knit your brows, you’ve never thought that. “Why do you think that?”

“Because I don’t…” Beomgyu hesitates, cheeks blooming pink.

“Don’t what?” You pressed.

Beomgyu sighs again. “I don’t actually know what it’s like..” he winces, ears also going a very vivid, bright shade of red.

Your eyes go wide. “No way. You mean, you’re a virgin?”

“Shut up.” Beomgyu mumbles, completely embarrassed and averting your gaze.

You laugh so hard your sides hurt. “You’ve been drawing porn this whole time, and you’ve never even had sex?”

Beomgyu groans, burying his face in his hands which only makes you giggle even more at him. It’s quite cute.

And that’s when it hits you. The wolfcut. The shy, embarrassed flush. The way his puppy eyes dart away like he’d die of shame. You gasp. “OH MY GOD. Taekbae’s literally just a self-insert because you can’t get laid! You mean I’ve thirsting over your self-insert this whole time?!

Beomgyu’s head shot up, furrowing his brows in denial. “What-NO! Self insert?? No, he’s nothing like me.”

“You literally gave him your hair!”

“That’s a coincidence!”

You arched a brow, unimpressed, giving him a stern, deadpan look as if to say ‘come on, it’s so obvious.’

He deflates under your gaze. “Well, okay, maybe a little-”

You cross your arms, amused. “So…what you’re saying is that you’d write again, get inspiration, if…someone actually fucked you?”

Beomgyu opens his mouth then closes it, utterly speechless.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” You shrug.

“You’ll—what?!”

“I’ll pop your cherry. You better write that next part.”

You could tell he was nervous, practically hyperventilating, chewing on his bottom lip raw.

“Relax, beomgyu.”

“I am!”

“No…you’re not. I know I’m hot and all, but breathe.”

You sat behind him, your chest pressed against his back, your legs spread as he sat in between them, your breath tickling the side of his neck and making goosebumps arise on his skin and his whole body visibly shuddering. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes tightly shut.

You sigh, placing your hand onto his thigh thinking it’d calm him but it only makes him jolt. You try again, voice softer, rubbing slow circles on his skin. “If it’s too much you’ll tell me, okay?”

Beomgyu’s throat bobs, his sharp adam’s apple moving up and down and he nods, a little more relaxed, but still only a little. “Mmh.”

You bring your hand to hold his bare cock, thumb pressed on his slit, very lightly, only slightly, swirling your thumb around on his fat, pink, leaky tip. The effect is immediate, beomgyu sucks in a shaky breath, gazing down at what you’re doing to him, so flustered at the sight. You try to calm him down some more, trying to loosen him up as he sat so stiffly, so on edge, only keeping those light, slow ministrations for him to be able to get used to it. Your other hand combs gently through his soft hair, massaging his scalp as he leans into your touch.

“M-more…” beomgyu speaks up after a while, faint but needy, feeling a lot more comfortable now.

You stilled. “You sure?”

He nods so quickly you almost laugh, and so you slowly start sliding your hand up and down, smearing the slickness on his length. Beomgyu’s thighs tremble, a little closed whimper escaping from his mouth. Your free hand grabs onto his thigh again, digging your nails into the pretty plushness, partly to stop them from shaking, but also because you heavily enjoyed his reactions when you touched his thigh.

“Jesus, are your thighs that sensitive?”

Beomgyu attempts to shake his head, but you can see the way his eyes already glaze over just from your slow movements on his dick and your hand grabbing his thigh, “N-no-!” You rake your sharp nails down them, dragging and leaving a little trail of faint, reddened lines onto the skin that was once unblemished. A squeaky, startled noise leaves beomgyu’s mouth at that, bucking into your hand, hips jerking. You want to leave his thighs filled with all sorts of marks and scratches and bites and kisses, they’d look prettier like that.

You hold onto his thigh harder, bringing your pace on his dick a little faster and your hand wrapping a little tighter around his girth. Beomgyu clasps a hand to his mouth, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure and trying to quiet down the loud loan he just let out.

“Why are you slapping your hand to your mouth? We’re at your dorm?”

“O-oh right…” Beomgyu removes his hand from his mouth, placing his hand down and balling it into a little fist on his lap instead, still trying to fruitlessly suppress all the noises he’s making, incredibly embarrassed and you can’t help but giggle at him. The next noise that spills out of him is a strangled whimper, caught halfway between embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just you and me here. No one else can hear.” You coo at him, bringing your hand to play with the soft locks of his hair once more, “I want to hear your pretty moans. Don’t hide them.” You ghost your lips over his neck, gently placing kisses on the delicate column of his neck, but of course, his neck is sensitive too.

You lick a slow stripe up the side of his dainty neck, watching the way he shivers as you chuckle, now sucking hickeys onto it, seeing how they slowly appear on his skin like ink blotches seeping into paper, violet and maroon and magenta, an assortment of colours on his porcelain complexion.

His fairy-like ears are so cute too, so red, and small, you catch his ear lobe in between your teeth, pulling and tugging and then licking a stripe along them too as beomgyu’s squirms and whimpers at the feeling, sucking nastily on his ear, watching him writhe.

You pick up the pace of stroking his cock, pumping him up and down, thumbing at the slit, twisting your fist at the base, and it’s all too much for him, breath faltering with every stroke. He throws his head back, resting it on your neck, succumbing into you and slumping onto your own body, you’re basically holding onto him, definitely not stiff anymore. His deep chesty, restrained moans, becoming breathier and whinier as times goes on, losing himself completely, “H-hahhh…” beomgyu pants as you whisper a mix of filthy words and praises into his ear.

Another grab at his thigh and digging your sharp nails deeper into them, and you feel the spurts of his cum reach your hand with a ragged cry. He orgasms fast, but that’s what you expected anyway, he’s a virgin after all. Beomgyu turns his head, hiding his face and panting into your neck, “Woah…t-that was…”

You scoop up his pretty cum onto your index and middle finger, bringing it to his face, “Open your mouth, puppy.”

Beomgyu widens his eyes, but the pet name clearly fries his brain, because he accepts, opening his mouth for you obediently. Of course being called puppy gets to him, it’s obvious, if not for the light pet play that appeared pretty often in the manhwa he wrote. Beomgyu’s tongue peeks out, letting you stuff your fingers into his mouth, he looks at you as he wraps his lips around them, sucking and licking his own cum clean off your fingers, doing it so well, moaning around your fingers, his eagerness and the way his eyes were fixed on you filthy and obscene but so sexy.

The sight was too familiar. You’ve seen this in Rotten Peonies with taekbae, his puppy eyes looking up at the female lead as he diligently sucks on her fingers, swallowing his own cum, you’ve saved it to your camera roll, added it to your hidden file. This was so strange. You can’t say you didn’t like it though. Especially now that you’re seeing the resemblance with takebae and beomgyu, god this freak was really just writing his own fantasies.

“You’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you, virgin?” You tease but beomgyu just nods, unable to say anything. “Pathetic.” You spit out, as if the sight of wasn’t making you so incredibly wet yourself.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth slowly, watching the connecting string of saliva from his and your fingers stretch. Then you grab his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed and you crawl on top of him, straddling him. He immediately tenses again, getting nervous all over.

You take your bottoms off, leaving you in your underwear and seat yourself on his bare cock, sliding your clothed pussy on his sensitive dick. Beomgyu nearly chokes, breath catching in his throat.

You roll your hips lazily, moving and grinding against him over and over, your own lips parted as the friction bumps with your clit, your panties soaked by now and leaking onto his own wet dick. Beomgyu’s head falls back into the pillow, throwing his forearm over his face, other hand curling into the sheets tightly.

“Beomgyu,” you murmur, grinning at his fucked out expression. “Take my shirt off.”

Beomgyu freezes like a cute little deer in headlights. Slowly, awkwardly, he tugs at the hem until you help him yank it over your head. He stills when faced with your bra, staring dumbly, seemingly bewildered.

“And my bra.” You deadpan.

He reaches up, attempting to, nervously fiddling.

“Are you serious right now?”

“I’m trying!” Beomgyu protests and whines. And after far too long, the clasp finally comes undone. At the sight of your tits, beomgyu’s mouth falls open, flustered beyond belief and eyes completely glued to them in awe, like he’d never seen boobs in his life-which, you guess he hadn’t.

“You’re so hot.” He doesn’t even move, still staring and gawking at your tits in disbelief.

Rolling your eyes, you grab his hand and press it firmly to one of your breasts to which he lets out a gasp. “You’re allowed to touch, you know.”

“O-okay…”

Beomgyu cups one of your tits in his hand, still in awe, squeezing inexperienced, too timid, too unsure, just little presses and squeezes, bringing his thumb to slowly brush, feeling your nipple, and gaping. “It’s so soft…and squishy.”

You laugh almost fondly at him. He writes and draws all this filthy shit, and yet he acts like this? “You’ve drawn countless panels of porn, how are you so clueless?”

Beomgyu furrows his brows, his face on fire. “Drawing and doing are two very different things you know!!”

You giggle once more at his expression, voice dripping with mockery . “Come on, even taekbae knows this much.”

He just hides his face in his hands, whining as you continue to hump his dick, grinding down on him, sliding your clothed pussy along him.

“Aw, my dumb little virgin. You want me to fuck you? Do you wanna know what it feels like to be inside me, hmm?” you purr, leaning down just enough so your breath ghosts against his ear.

Beomgyu just nods along to your words stupidly like a bobblehead, moving his hips mindlessly with yours, speechless and unable to speak up, eyes half lidded and his thick long lashes fluttering.

You grab his chin in your hand, grinding down harder on him for emphasis. “Use your words, dumb puppy.”

“Please,” he blurts out immediately, voice cracking so high, “please, wan’ you to fuck me. Wan’ you take me.”

“You wouldn’t be cumming inside me within a seconds like a little virgin, would you?”

“No, nonono.” Beomgyu shakes his head wildly, “Promise I won’t. Wanna be inside you, please. Please?”

The desperation of his voice goes straight to your core and you lift yourself off him to rid you of your drenched underwear and discarding it carelessly. His eyes follow your movements like a starved, waiting dog, gaze snapping back up to you when your hand wraps around his cock. You grab his dick, using the head to rub your clit, drawing little stuttered gasps from his lips, sliding him over your entrance and folds, the feeling of your pussy actually on his dick, too much for him already, his hips twitching helplessly beneath you.

Beomgyu mewls, head thrashing against his pillow. “Ah, Ahhh—fuck—please—”

“Are you really sure, beomgyu?” You ask him again, gently, sincerely, scanning all over his face for any uncertainty.

“Yes, want it so bad.” Beomgyu whines needily, hips jerking up desperately just at the thought.

You inspect his face once more for any hesitation and then take a hold of his dick, hovering, just about to sink down on his tip, the head of his cock pressing right against your entrance, and suddenly he panics

“Fuck, fuck, shit, okay. I’m scared.” Beomgyu comically breathes in and out, his heart racing, bracing himself.

But you find it quite endearing and amusing, laughing softly. “Scared of what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you want to be inside me or not?”

“Fuck, I do.” Beomgyu whines, seemingly in a dilemma.

You lean down, staring at him assuring and serious, cupping his face, pressing his hot cheek to your palm and you feel him melt and relax instantly at your touch. “It’s okay gyu, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You have to tell me though.”

Beomgyu nods, looking into your eyes too. “Y-you can do it.” he says finally, voice trembling but certain.

So you ever so slowly, sink down all the way onto his cock, inch by inch until he’s buried inside to the hilt. It knocks the wind completely out of beomgyu, gasping for air, throwing his head back so theatrically, moaning out so long and loud, it doesn’t sound like it could be real, straight pornographic, his entire body arched. “Ohh. oh my g-Oh my god…”

“Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah…ffuck.”

Beomgyu reaches his hand out like a man drowning, grasping and taking a hold of one of your hands in and interlocking them as if grounding him, holding onto it so tightly as he tries to catch his breath, panting deeply. You don’t move, waiting for him to get used to the feeling of being inside your pussy first.

“Shit, ‘m okay. You can keep going.”

You swivel your hips around him, then leisurely, for his sake, start riding him. Beomgyu reacts to everything, every roll of your hips, every shift of angle sending him spiralling further, literally so sensitive it’s unreal, every sensation so new to him, his appearance and the noises he makes are priceless, cute, deep, whiny little cries slipping past his lips.

As time goes on, and you quicken your pace, bouncing on his sticky dick, still holding his hand, beomgyu is long gone, not knowing how to endure being fucked. The most dumbest, debauched, dreamy expression taking over his entire face, genuinely drooling, dribbling down from the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. Apparently, you’d fucked him dumb already.

“Puppy, does it feel good?” You taunt, even though his expression was already answer enough.

It takes beomgyu a while for him to even register you’d asked him a question, and an even longer while to actually formulate an actual thought and and an answer.

Beomgyu’s eyelids droop heavily with pleasure, sweat beading his brow, slurring his words and his lisp fully coming out, “ughh is sso goood, ugh-ah, pussy sso perfect. It’s ssso…” he was meant to say more, but he doesn’t bother continuing, cutting himself off, his eyes flickering down, getting hypnotised, watching as your tits jiggle with every bounce right in front of his face, wonderstruck by this.

He looks just like how taekbae looks when he’s getting fucked right now, so delirious, he sounds so wrecked, definitely looks like it too. His messy, sweat ridden bangs of his brown wolfcut falling into his eyes. All you can see now is his glossy, glistening, plump round lips parted and stustained in the perfect shape of an ‘o’.

This entire predicament is still so crazy to you, you’re basically fucking your favourite character in a way. You can’t believe he’s still CBG who you looked up to. The annoying idiot from your manga club who scoffs all the snacks. You also can’t believe you’re seeing Choi beomgyu like this, and you never thought he’d be a virgin.

“Will you kiss me?” That cuts your thoughts off.

“Huh?”

“Please. Kiss me?” Beomgyu looks up at you with devastatingly vulnerable, sparkly, round, big, eyes, his voice small. He looks like he’d cry if you say no to him, pleading at you, needing the intimacy.

So you sigh, leaning down to capture your lips with his, kissing him softly but messily, tongues tangling together. Beomgyu whimpers sweetly into your mouth, closing his eyes and so into kissing you, his hand that has been interlaced with yours this entire time, refusing to let go, squeezing even tighter as you ruthlessly ride him. Wet, filthy sounds of you fucking him take over the room, as well as a plethora of beomgyu’s pretty, euphonious moans he emits into your mouth that you gobble up, increasing in volume and reaching an octave higher, music to your ears.

You bite at his bottom lip, dragging your teeth and he pulls away for air, “y/n…I’m soo close.” Incoherent words of begging and your name, falling past his lips, face contorted with overwhelming bliss and ecstasy. You clench around his cock so tightly on purpose, earning a mangled, raw moan from him and he cums immediately after, cumming so hard from being fucked for the first time and shooting a substantial amount of his load inside that it overflows, and when you pull yourself off, it all stickily oozes back onto and around his dick, his breath coming out in ragged sobs and gasps of disbelieved pleasure. “Fuckfuckfuck—” Beomgyu cries out, astonished.

He doesn’t last long again, you not even being able to have your own orgasm, but you can’t even be annoyed at him. His gorgeous reactions to everything and the way he was so sensitive was so much more worth it and rewarding than any orgasm, and even better than reading any of the manhwa panels, the images of beomgyu fully engrained in your head, it’s fine, you can get off to it later.

You let him ride it out, cooing soft praises for his first time, calling him a good boy and saying that he did so well as he clings to you. You pull him in for another kiss, thinking he’d appreciate it but he can barely kiss you back, his body literally limp and boneless. He still doesn’t let go of your hand, bringing his other hand up so he can hold your other one too, quietly whimpering into your mouth.

“Well,” you murmur when you pull back, still perched on top of his convulsing frame. “Was that inspiration enough?”

“Uh huh…” Beomgyu pants raggedly, a far away look in his eyes, half conscious.

So, maybe there are real men like taekbae out there. Well, only one.

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

A/n: yipeee. I hope you guys like this 😭 idk if it turned out the way people were expecting but ! I think this would be a good series where they fuck so beomgyu gets inspiration and ideas for his manhwa 😭 but I’m not gonna write it loll.

If beomgyu were to describe his flatmate, the adjectives that first come to mind would be timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate.

Both of you had a list of chores of who took care of what in the flat, stuck colour coded to the fridge, with beomgyu’s main responsibility to take out the bins and sometimes if he’d simply forget to, you’d quietly do it yourself and just send him a small message, 'You forgot the bins. But it's okay I took it out :) <3’ and he’d profusely apologise, 'I'M SOSORRY OMGG', genuinely guilt ridden and promising you he'd definitely remember next time.

You never got angry or irritated with him. In fact, Beomgyu can't even remember a time where he's genuinely seen you angry. Because, that was just the kind of person you were. And that was frankly insane since beomgyu knew how annoying he can be at times.

You had even taken care of him once when he’d returned stumbling back home, smashed from hitting all the clubs, the goofiest grin spread across his face as he’d nearly toppled into the coat rack trying to take his shoes off. You’d helped him into his bed even though you were asleep before hearing all the ruckus he’d made, beomgyu drunk but very aware of the warmth of your hands on him and the proximity of your body trying to keep him up steering him into his room.

Even that time when beomgyu was ill with a terrible, hellish sore throat and had skipped his lectures, laying in bed with a miserable pout and croaking like a dying frog, you’d knocked on his door, asking him if he was okay and even made your own concoction of honey and lemon juice hot water for him to drink, telling him it’d make him feel better. It did, and it also had made his heart flutter embarrassingly too much for someone who only received a homemade remedy from their flatmate. (He may or may not have nearly cried after you left but the gesture had gone straight to his heart and being sick always makes him really emotional and dramatic especially since he’d felt lonely the whole day, wallowing in self pity under the covers.)

And when beomgyu has stressful end of semester exams and stays for late hours cooped in the library, too tired and broke and thinking of just skipping dinner, you even leave some of your food you’d made for yourself for him when he comes back. He’d eat it all, finding he was actually extremely hungry, cheeks full and chest warming in gratitude, sending you a sleepy 'Thank you so much >_< !' before faceplanting into his pillow and dozing off.

Now, Beomgyu wasn’t a terrible flatmate himself, and actually, beomgyu prides himself in being pretty clean and organised. Nothing makes his eye twitch more than when the cupboards and fridge are all cluttered with food and filled with expired jars and he’s always the one to rearrange them, lining up items and jars and putting everything into different categories and shelves that make sense for them to be, shooting you a proud look when you notice, but sometimes, yes, at times he can just be a little forgetful. But he doesn’t mean to be.

Beomgyu does try to do things for you too and he likes doing it too like, making you a coffee when he sees you still up and studying, sending you encouraging messages in the morning when he knows you have exams telling you ‘you’ve got this ! Fighting !!’ with a string of silly emojis, asking if you need anything when he’s going out to do his weekly shop of necessities. And when he did his laundry, knocking on your door, asking you if you have your own clothes you wanted to toss for the wash because he really doesn’t mind also doing yours. So, he really hopes you don’t think he’s a terrible flatmate actually because he tries.

Were you guys close? He’d say you were partially pretty close. Close enough to watch things on the tv in the shared living room often together. You’d chat then too and he’d make you laugh with his commentary, trying to get you out your shell just a little more. Close enough to eat together sometimes and talk about random things. Close enough to swap playlists and exchange each of your favourite songs of the week. Close enough that you’d both grumble about your subjects together, complaining about assignments.

Sometimes, you even walked to campus in the mornings together when your lectures lined up, your steps matching his, both of you walking a bit too close, your bag bumping into his side every now and then as you chatted about whatever, dropping you off at your lecture hall before making it to his hurriedly. Those walks always felt too short.

All in all, beomgyu would say you were an amazing flatmate. He’s lucky to have been randomly selected you to share with. Some people got stuck with nightmare flatmates who stole food, that didn’t clean after themselves and who threw loud parties at 3am. You were more like the dream flatmate.

And beomgyu also won’t lie and say he hadn’t maybe, just maybe, developed the tiniest crush on you somewhere along the way. Because he may have. Really minuscule though, basically microscopic. Barely even there. Nothing to worry about at all. But what can he say, you were so cute and sweet and calming! Like a momentary gentle, blissful breeze in his chaotic world of tropical cyclones.

So, you can only imagine how Beomgyu reacts one night when he’s scrolling through his anonymous twitter account he uses solely for viewing porn, slightly horny and frustratedly crazed by now when he can’t find a good enough video to jerk off to. Everything he had bookmarked just wasn’t doing it for him, he’d watched them all so many times, countless times, it was just boring, uninspiring, so dull now.

He attempts to find new material, digging deeper, desperately looking through the accounts he follows for something decent, even clicking on the accounts that they’ve quote retweeted from and the accounts that they’ve retweeted from and so on, and so on. Come on, something, anything to get him off so he can finally go to sleep. But it’s all the same repetitive, bland shit, fake moans, overacting, terrible angles, somethings just downright concerning, beomgyu huffing as he swipes out of yet another video. And he’s about to surrender for the night, having totally given up when-

Beomgyu blinks and pauses, then squints, tilting his head.

He sees something. It’s a short clip, no longer than thirty seconds, shaky camera, pretty bad lighting and shit quality, but it catches his eye, a woman her back facing the camera, their pretty hand pumping a dude’s cock, but not nicely. Like, meanly ? The dude’s wrists were tied together too with a pink silk ribbon as he begs, thighs trembling and he was sobbing. Actually sobbing. The woman speaks saccharinely to him, voice low and commanding “Don’t you dare cum unless I say you can, ‘kay?”

Beomgyu’s stomach does a weird flip.

Huh.

He’s never seen something like this before. Now, he’s not a completely vanilla person, he admits, but he’s never thought of this. It’s not exactly his usual cup of tea, he thinks? Beomgyu’s thumb hovers contemplatively, then he presses the button to the username of the original account a little too swiftly.

He views the whole profile, it’s a ‘femdom’ account. He clicks curiously on the most recent video and beomgyu’s jaw completely drops in pure, utter, sheer bewilderment once it loads.

What. The. Living. Fuck.

“Owww! Fuck!-Ugh…” Beomgyu rubs his nose, scrunching his face in pain as, in his absolute shock, had accidentally smacked his phone right onto his face. Then he lifts his phone again just to check once more. He’s hallucinating, he’s sleep deprived, so horny he’s gone into some psychosis maybe-no, he’s right.

Beomgyu’s world has imploded.

The video had loaded and it was much clearer, the women’s face much more visible.

That—it almost looks like—you. His flatmate. It has to be you. It must be you. It looks exactly like you. It’s definitely you. And he’s so sure of it because the woman is also wearing the exact bracelet you never take off, the one you had told him was gifted by your grandmother.

His timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate flatmate. Except, you’re spitting filthy, dirty, commanding words beomgyu didn’t even think you’d have knowledge of, much less would ever say. And you’re domming the shit out of a dude. You. What is going on…?!

You’re calling the guy pathetic, telling him to beg harder, your hand relentless around him as he squirms, sobs, drools for you. The way you looked while pumping this guy’s dick, your demeanour, your voice, sweetly taunting, it was so far removed from the you beomgyu thought he knew that beomgyu genuinely thought he was in some kind of alternative universe.

What’s worse is that, the scandalous words you’re spewing to the other guy has beomgyu’s cheeks heating up extremely fast, a flush crawling all the way up to his ears, and what you’re doing makes beomgyu’s dick give a sharp, embarrassing eager twitch at the sight. Oh, fuck no. No. He couldn’t. No. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. This was you! But, everything you were doing, you were so terrifyingly hot. And beomgyu found himself weirdly hard as hell, aching and straining against his pyjama bottoms, considering every other porn clip he’d been going through hadn’t prior.

Beomgyu couldn’t help himself. He was trying for this the whole night. He was so needy and horny now and it was starting to hurt! He knows he’s going to hell for this, he knows he’s a pervert, a creep, the worst flatmate in the world right now, but, fuck it. He’ll condemn for his sins later, he’ll never do it again, he’ll never look at your account ever again, he’ll erase it from his memories after this, he just needs this so bad right now.

Beomgyu’s hand goes straight down his plaid pyjama bottoms with the most embarrassingly, disgusting desperation he’s ever felt, hurriedly wrapping his hand around his dick, jerking himself off frantically. He slaps his other hand over his mouth so he doesn’t make a noise, so you wouldn’t hear him jerking off to you in the next room as he watches you ruin another dude on his phone.

Beomgyu’s mind is screaming.

What are you doing, what are you doing, this is your flatmate, you’re going to hell, you’re insane!

But it just feels too good, his hips jerking up into his palm, eyes glued to the screen as you staunch off the other guy’s orgasm, slapping his balls and Beomgyu’s never been more turned on in his life. He’s moaning into his palm, muffled, shamefully as he fucks into his fist, and it’s so humiliating that this is what finally does it for him, of all things. It’s so, so wrong. But beomgyu is too far gone to care at this point, hips stuttering as he continues to move his hand over his cock, teeth biting down on his palm so hard and pressing it further to his mouth so you really can’t hear him whimpering.

Beomgyu cums pathetically fast. Mortifyingly fast. For some reason, the thought of him in that guy’s place, you saying those things to him instead, had made him cum even harder, spilling thick ropes of cum all over his fist. He pants, his bangs sweaty and sticking to his forehead, chest heaving and staring at his ceiling in stunned silence, he feels like he’s ascending, like he could go to heaven.

That is, until the post nut clarity hits, and- no, it’s definitely hell he’s going. He feels repulsive, guilty.

It was a one time thing, a slip up, a moment of weakness, it’d never happen again.

That’s what beomgyu had promised himself, but then the night came once again and he couldn’t find a good enough clip to get him off once more, the porn still unsurprisingly abysmal. He bit his lip, internally struggling with himself, angel and devil debating with each other on his shoulder, but alas he chose the devil’s side and quickly typed your username into the search bar.

And it started to become a regular occurrence. It was the only thing he could jerk off to anymore. He was addicted, obsessed.

He’d never really… looked at femdom stuff before, never thought he’d be into that. It felt too intense. Too embarrassing. Too emasculating. He was the one in charge, right? He liked being in control. Maybe he’s not even into it, maybe it’s just the absurdity of it all, the taboo-ness, the fact it’s just his cute flatmate he’s always had a crush on making porn, not the actual femdom aspect of it, no.

And yet, beomgyu, who said he’d never been into this kind of stuff, was still jerking off to every single one of your videos every night.

He feels guilty, he really does. Especially when you were still your sweet self, when you’d still do all these sweet things for him, when he’d see you cooking in the kitchen and the images of the videos he’d been watching and him moaning into his pillow came to mind. He still found it shocking that you were the same person. But technically, your videos are made for people to jerk off to it, you make your money off it, you profit off it, it’s not like he’s the only guy doing this, in fact, he’s increasing your view count, boosting your engagement. He’s helping you. Could even think of it as one of the many ways beomgyu tries to do things for you in return.

It makes sense now, how you had so much random expensive shit and collected things as a college student. He just always thought you had super rich parents or something.

You always filmed the videos with the same guy too and beomgyu recognised him as Choi Soobin, another student in your course and he’d frequent your room or you’d say you were going to his and studying with him but you were probably filming porn with him this whole time. He thought you guys were just friends. Were you dating? With the brief hi’s and small talk he’d have with soobin when he was at the flat, he’d always fucked with him, thought he was a pretty chill, cool guy. But now, every time, you’d say you were going to meet up with soobin, it filled him with this annoyance at the name. Fuck soobin, man. Why does soobin get to see that side of you? Why couldn’t it be beomgyu?

He wished you’d put him in his place, he was so jealous of soobin, he wants to know what it feels like in real life too. To have you saying that to him instead, have you touching him, you fucking him. He needs it. He fantasises about it all the time. Maybe if he keeps being an annoying flatmate, if he keeps on forgetting to do his chores, you’ll finally snap and get mad at him. Maybe you’d punish him, fuck him stupid? Maybe he should start doing that, turn into an insufferable flatmate. You’re always so calm, you never get angry at him. He wants you to get angry at him, wants you to yell at him, wants you to be mean to him.

Like routine, beomgyu was watching the latest clip you had posted, laying in his bed with his marshall headphones and his phone, a dim, sleepy amber glow over his room from his fairy lights as he fisted his cock with a mix of shame and arousal.

“You’ve been touching yourself without permission haven’t you? You tut at soobin onscreen. “What a pervert. So disappointing.”

It was as if you knew beomgyu was watching, and he could imagine you saying it to him instead which only made him move his hand over his dick faster, biting his lip as tries so hard not to whimper loudly.

“Touch your nipples for me too, baby.”

You instruct soobin and so beomgyu does it too, one of his hands reaching up to flick his nipple experimentally. Beomgyu gasps out at the sensitive feeling, continuing to flick his nipple with his finger again and again and then he cums with a startled loud yelp he hadn’t meant to let out. Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth instantly, praying that you’re fast asleep right now as he lets out pathetic shaky breaths, cum pooling on his tummy.

Beomgyu practically sprinted back from campus. You’d uploaded a new video whilst he was in his lecture he’d received the notification but he obviously couldn’t watch it there so he had to wait for all of his classes to be over, the day going by excruciatingly slow.

Beomgyu bursts into the flat and into his room with one singular goal. He jumps onto his bed, finds your twitter through his anonymous account, clicks on the recently uploaded excitedly, anticipating. Then he rummages through his bag next to him for his marshall headphones-oh shit. They’re not there. Where would he have put them? That’s when he remembers with a disappointed groan, he’d left them on the library desk when he’d taken a nap in between classes. It’s okay, he can just retrieve his precious headphones back from the library office. But is there time to go all the way back? He can watch it without headphones. You weren’t here, the flat was empty, you’d said you were going to hang out with soobin so you wouldn’t be back for a while. It’s fine. He doesn’t need them. What he does need is to watch the video though.

And so he does, he presses play.

You’re edging soobin again and beomgyu matches, trying to mimic your movements on soobin’s dick, trying to imagine you were edging him instead and he’s so immersed by now. His moans getting louder and needier, unabashed and shameless and it feels good to fuck himself, finally moan unrestricted without being scared you’d hear.

Beomgyu’s gasping now, trembling, edging himself just like you told Soobin to, whining out your name. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please!” His eyes glassy, face scrunched up and sweaty and so into it, like you’re really there.

“You don’t deserve to cum today at all.” you spat in the video, stopping your movements on soobin’s dick.

“N-no, no, please! Don’t stop-ah, y/n…! I’ll be good.” Beomgyu babbles to no one, worriedly, furrowing his brow.

Beomgyu is completely engrossed in his fantasy, so engrossed, he doesn’t hear the front door open, doesn’t hear your footsteps over the squelching noises of his wet dick over his hand, over his loud as hell moans, over the video of your voice on full volume which is the only thing his ears are paying attention to.

He didn’t even realise his door wasn’t properly shut, hadn’t bothered to close it in his excitement when he came back, didn’t think it would be a problem at all.

The second you stepped in and heard your own voice from Beomgyu’s room, followed by his loud whimpers and moans of your name, you paused. Completely stunned. You pushed the door open slightly with one finger, peering in. This wasn’t disrespecting someone’s privacy if he was so shamelessly jerking off, if he was literally watching your videos. You had a right. And you were curious.

The idiot still doesn’t even notice that his door is open, that you’re watching him, too lost in pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth hanging open, his back arching, hips lifting slightly off his bed as he ruts into his hand. What the hell. You’d never expected beomgyu to be so dirty like this. He was just your silly, funny flatmate that made your heart flutter just a little sometimes. And he was jerking off to your account? How did he even find it? He looked gorgeous like this though and it was definitely doing something to him in this state. You’d never thought beomgyu woukd be into any of this, into your account.

You clear your throat.

“OH MY GOD-!” Beomgyu screams high pitched and his eyes widen in pure horror, scrambling to pull his underwear up and trying to cover his body with his sheets, throwing his phone away so fast, but then realises the video is still on and you can still hear your voice and soobin’s so he quickly reaches back for it, fumbling to try to pause it, body and whole face as red as the ripest strawberry. “Y-y/n-i-i-shit—I’m s-so sorry, I’m s-sorry, I w-wasn’t, I wasn’t—I mean I was, but not like that—I’ll move out—I’ve disrespected you—I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me—I-I’ll-I’ll move out tomorrow-”

Beomgyu was genuinely crying. Actual tears, bottom lip wobbly and hiccuping so cutely. It was endearing and also amusing. This was all work in your favour.

“Beomgyu,” you interrupt his panicked ramblings, crossing your arms. “Relax. I’m not mad. Don’t you want me to touch you?”

He stops. Mouth agape.

“I…what.”

“Don’t you want me to fuck you? Wanna know what it actually feels like?”

Beomgyu blinks, not believing these are words coming out of your mouth. “A-are you serious? What—what about Soobin? Aren’t you guys dating?”

“No we’re not dating, we’re just partners. We had a little fight and he backed out on filming today. I need someone else.” You look beomgyu up and down, satisfied. “You’ll do.”

Beomgyu’s jaw drops, “Me??!!”

“Unless you don’t want to. Then that’s fine.”

Beomgyu shakes his head vehemently, still in shock that any of this is happening. How have you not kicked him out of the flat?! “N-no! No! I want to! I really want to!”

Beomgyu has never subbed before.

This was all terrifyingly new. He feels like a virgin all over again. Nervous, embarrassed, not sure what to do. But the second you shove him flat on the bed, rubbing him through his calvin klein underwear and messily making out with him, he gives into you just so, so, so easily, instantly melting at your small touch and the neediest sounds he’s ever heard from himself before, that he tries so hard to suppress, but ultimately leave his mouth, humiliatingly high. He still can’t believe any of this is even real right now.

Beomgyu breaks from the kiss reluctantly, eyes half lidded and his lips swollen and sticky from your lip gloss, whole body heated up, whimpering as you still grind your palm on his clothed dick and he grasps tightly onto the fabric of your top, “Ah…don’t want you to go soft on me…” beomgyu looks into your eyes so sincerely, so earnestly, so serious with his big brown eyes, “Please…want you to be mean to me, want you to use me. I can take it all….Wanna be better than soobin. I can.”

You giggle at him, cocking an eyebrow, “You want me to be mean?”

Beomgyu nods quickly, “Please….”

“You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, yeah…I can.”

You lean in, pressing your lips just beside his ear, breath hot as he closes his eyes, nervously. “But you already look so gone, gyu.”

Beomgyu whimpers and shakes his head, skin prickling up at that. “No! I-I’m not. I swear.”

“Prove it to me then.” You challenge, grinning.

He watches as you grab your phone, propping it up and pressing record, then you slid your panties down, taking them off, hearing beomgyu’s breath catch audibly in his throat. You grin as you make your way to his body, hovering over beomgyu’s face. His pupils dilate so wide and then he stares up at your pretty pussy in awe, seemingly entranced, lips slightly parted and he just looks so incredibly dumb it’s cute.

You slowly lovee yourself onto his face, smothering him with your pussy and beomgyu wastes absolutely no time, gripping onto the plush of your thighs hard and already diving in, eagerly lapping at your pussy like a starved puppy, getting to work, concentrating so hard on eating you out, shuddering and shakily trying to keep it together but he’s falling apart already.

The sounds over the room are so obscene and nasty as beomgyu slurps and sucks and basically makes out with your pussy sloppily, his beautifully sculpted nose bumping against your clit and you have to admit, beomgyu is pretty damn good at this. Soobin is usually so careful, so shy and slow at eating you out but beomgyu is the complete opposite, licking at your pussy so fervently, so messy, so diligently as if it was his only purpose in life.

“Gosh, gyu.” You sigh out, running your fingers through his hair, “So you were getting off to my videos this whole time? You’re really the nastiest pervert I know.” Beomgyu just whines and cries out muffled pitifully beneath you, the sound vibrating straight to your core. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

He obeys instantly, sticking his tongue out for you like a panting dog and you begin to ride his face harshly. “You have such a ridable face, gyu. Should I ride your face all the time?” Beomgyu moans whorishly loud into your cunt in response to that, attempting to nod. You’re just completely using his face now, roughly gripping his hair and savagely grinding yourself on him, literally suffocating him with your pussy but beomgyu loves it, he loves that you’re finally roughing him up, loves that he finally gets to see this side of you too.

His poor dick is all leaky and flushed, throbbing as he humps the air desperately, wanting to feel some sort of friction to try and relieve himself just a little but he ruts into nothing, whining sorrowfully into your cunt.

He begins to choke slightly underneath you from the lack of air but he doesn’t try to get you off him at all, taking it all, just his shiny teary puppy eyes staring up at you.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m cumming, gyu. Such a good boy for me.” You shudder, tugging on his hair harder, riding his face impossibly deeper and finally cumming all on his pretty face. Beomgyu splutters and chokes but at the sound of your praise, and you calling him a good boy, he blushes and malfunctions, brain short circuiting. A good boy…he’s spiralling. It sounds so good coming out of your mouth. He never knew he wanted to be called a good boy so bad. His hips jerk wildly, like the praise alone had nearly made him cum too.

When you finally lifted yourself off his face, beomgyu gasps out for air, breathing in and out and taking in deep shaky breaths. His swollen plump lips, chin, nose, the whole of his lower face completely drenched and soaked, glistening in your juices.

“Holy shit...” Beomgyu licks his lips and around his mouth, savouring the taste of you, looking so completely blissed out, dazedly smiling so stupid and dopey and so content with his life.

You can’t help but laugh and scoff at the ridiculous look on his face. You take your phone once again and move further down on his body, straddling his hips, pinning his wrists down beside his head on the pillow. You bring your phone to his face, angling the camera and filming him. He suddenly gets camera shy and embarrassed, self conscious, realising, really realising that this was all being filmed, that it’s his expression being filmed now and not soobin’s, that everyone can see him reduced to this state for you. Isn’t that embarrassing for a man?

He turns his face, trying to hide in the crook of his arm, cheeks red with shame. You giggle, amused. “Oh, so now you’re shy?” You coo and tug his arm away gently, exposing his face again. His blush impossibly deepens.

But he can’t seem to care at all once you start sliding on his wet dick and he takes a sharp intake, shivering and squirming at the feeling, eyes rolling, “s-sshit!” Beomgyu shuts his eyes in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering obnoxiously prettily. This is all so surreal still. You meanly laugh at the look on his face, shoving the phone more in his face, moving his cock against your folds up and down.

“Oh,” Beomgyu breathes out as you unceremoniously sink down on him in one go, “Oh, fuck—” His eyes literally go cross eyed at the feeling of being inside your pussy. You swivel your hips around him and he gasps for air, his back arching tensely and then you begin to ride him. He turns into even more of a melted puddle, brain completely slushed, in complete ecstasy. For a second, he attempts to suppress his moans again but then realises he’s doesn’t give a fuck at all and starts moaning out shamelessly so loud.

“Is this better than watching me online? Hm? Better than how you fantasised every night?” You bounce on his dick, unrelentingly.

"Mmmggh. ‘Sso good…pussy so good. Better than i everr ‘maginedd.” Beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and so fucked out, drooling all over himself.

You chuckle lowly, “Open your mouth.”

He does so, mindlessly, just looking up at you with his sparkly round eyes. You lean down, grabbing his jaw, tilting his face up and using your thumb to softly trace over his delicious bottom lip, wiping away some of the drool that was dribbling at the corner of his mouth. You bring yourself closer, spitting in his mouth and landing on his waiting tongue. He moans like he was being fed something divine, sticking his tongue back in, closing his mouth and pliantly swallowing, his sharp adam’s apple bobbing, then he sticks his tongue out like a slut again, asking for more. You shake your head and laugh breathlessly, aroused at how hot he looks. You spit into his mouth once again, kissing him roughly right after, swirling your tongue and sharing your spit and saliva messily with him. Beomgyu just moans into your mouth more, bucking his hips and meeting your movements needily, swallowing once you stop kissing him.

You fuck him frantically and unforgiving, throwing your phone off to the side so you can properly ride him, pinning both his wrists as his head lolls and moves with every violent bounce.

“Please…can I cum?” Beomgyu chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head, he’s surprised he’s even gotten this far without blowing his load.

You give him a disappointed look and tsk, “Already? But I thought you said you could take it or was that all just talk? The real thing too much for you?” You mock him, tilting your head down at him.

“Please, I c-can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you with his pretty doe, puppy dog eyes, pouting at you in despair, long lashes fluttering to get you to give into to him, you get lost in those eyes and, for a split second, you almost do, but then you furrow your brows at him.

“Yes you can. You can hold it for longer.” You tell him sternly.

“A-at least slow down then, pleaseee!” Beomgyu pleads.

You scoff, “No.”

He whines but doesn’t do anything else, hands bunched into tight fists to try and staunch his orgasm off, fighting with his own body for you. He doesn’t want to make you disappointed even more, he’s being such a bad sub and he’s so upset at himself.

You just go faster in spite of him, even sadistically clenching tightly around his dick from time to time and he loses his mind, fearfully moaning like a bitch now, nearing his breaking point, his messy damp bangs falling into his eyes that he can’t see anything, just scrambling to keep himself from cumming and biting his lip so hard it hurts. He can be good he can be good he can be good he can be good-

You feel him twitching inside you and then he cums, whole body convulsing, spurting his load inside your pussy. It hits him so hard, that for a moment his mind goes blank. It feels too good, he forgets for a second, losing himself in the pleasure and going limp, eyes fluttering closed and sighing out as if he’s floating.

But then he remembers.

He jolts upright with, eyes flying open wide, face full of alarm. His breath catches and he stares at you in shock, wide eyed, as if only just realising now what he's done.

"Oh god. Oh god, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry!." Beomgyu freaks out, panicked and nervous, stuttering out apologies, just as surprised about his orgasm as you were. "I-i didn't mean to! I s-swear-" Beomgyu cries in humiliation. He swears he’s never prematurely came like that. He’s never came that fast before. It’s just because it’s you. He’s never felt anything like this before. It’s too much.

You slap him across his face and he gasps, bringing his hand to his now stinging, reddened cheek, looking up at you with shocked teary eyes. “Did you just cum in me?!” You say in disbelief and fury at him. But his dick twitches inside you again at the slap and the scolding. He can’t believe he actually just made you angry. He’s never seen you this angry, never seen you look at him this way and it’s so hot.

You expected him to look at you like a sad little puppy getting told off but he just looks so excited. “Did you seriously get turned on from me slapping you? You like this?” You slap him across his other cheek, his face turning to the side in the pillow and he looks so sexy. Then he nods happily, eagerly, lips parted around a soft moan that he doesn't even try to hide. “Wow. You’re not good for anything but being a pervert, aren’t you? So much for proving yourself better than soobin.” You slap him again.

That makes his expression fall, hurt splashing on his face. “No I can. Please cum on my dick. I-i can take it.” He looks like he’s about to cry because he disappointed you, and also because he hates soobin and so desperately wants to be the one you use. Hopefully you’ll use him more after this, and get rid of soobin for good.

“You couldnt even take it before.” You sneer.

He looks at you with his lips heavily downturned it’s comical. “No I can take it this time. Use me. Please. I’m your toy.” His eyes go half lidded just thinking about it, licking his lips, hips bucking involuntarily inside of you at the thought.

So you grab his shoulders, starting to move on his dick again and he winces from the overstimulation, you lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster as he writhes and you dig your nails into his shoulder hard, his doll lashes clumped together with tears.

You fuck the life out of him, hips slamming down without mercy, pace rough and so cruel, and all he can do is just emit the most garbled moans and sounds, throwing his head back, taking whatever you give him, so deliriously far gone by now. He loves this so much, loves you wrecking him, loves you fucking him, it feels so good to just let you do whatever with him.

You bring one of your hands to rub at your clit to get you to reach your high and bring your other hand to flick at beomgyu’s nipple. The reaction is instant, his whole body jerking. He’d already recently discovered how sensitive his nipples really are but for some reason you touching them made them 10x more sensitive and it just felt too good, his cries accelerating and elevating in pitch, strangled moans leaving him like a girl.

One last look at the fucked out boy underneath you and you cum around his poor cock, clenching down hard, squeezing every drop of sanity out of his poor body.

“You can cum, puppy.” You tell him sweetly, cupping his cheek, seeing how he was trying so hard not to for you, waiting for you to tell him, and with a sinful cry and hearing the pet name come out your mouth that flusters him greatly, beomgyu cums inside you once more, shooting copious amounts into you. His whole body lifts off the bed in one final arch, eyes rolling back completely, mouth slack, tears streaking down his cheeks, lips trembling as he moans your name over and over again.

You find your phone and make sure to film his gorgeous, ruined face as he orgasms hard. He lays there in a complete daze. Mind gone. Collapsing. Beomgyu thinks it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life, feeling like he’s going to pass out, his vision swimming, feeling euphoric. And he needs a while to finally come back down to earth.

After the sex, you’re reverted back to your normal, how beomgyu would say it, ‘timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate’ self, saying so much praises to beomgyu, wiping him off, kissing him.

Beomgyu hugs you tightly, arms wrapping around your waist with the intention of not letting go any time soon. His head burrows into your neck, face flushed and sticky against your skin as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I never knew you were like this…” beomgyu mumbles into your skin, sleepily.

You giggle, “I never knew you were like this either.” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, embarrassed, hiding his face in your neck, making you laugh and he hits you playfully. “Why?” You tease, Do you like it more?”

“I like every part of you.” Beomgyu kisses your neck, smiling.

Soobin saw the notification whilst laying in bed, clicking on it. He watches the recently uploaded video, bitterly. It was beomgyu. His hands clench tightly, annoyed, pissed off, especially at seeing how many likes it got, more than usual, feeling his heart break into two, chest aching. You didn’t even ask him how he felt about it.

He’d backed out of filming that day, told you he didn’t feel like it, which was true but he obviously didn’t tell you the reason why. He’d been thinking about you all day and just felt if he filmed with you that day, he’d feel even more like shit, that his heart wouldn’t be able to take it. He didn’t think you’d go to him.

He’d always had this inkling about beomgyu, always something off about that dude. Too obvious. Soobin had picked up on it instantly. That barely concealed crush he tried to pass off as casual friendliness. He'd always felt slightly threatened by him. When you know someone could take something from you without even realising. But you’d said he was just your flatmate. Clearly that wasn’t it anymore.

He’d known from the start what this was. He told himself he was fine with it, in fact, he was the one who had suggested it, being used, being filmed, being close to you in some way, because at least it was something. And he liked being that. Liked that he got to see parts of you no one else did. It made him feel special.

But now beomgyu had that too. And he wasn’t sure whether he’d have to share you now, or if you’d totally discard him.

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You feel sick.

you've been pacing around your dorm relentlessly for 20 minutes now, gnawing at your fingernails, because right now, at this exact moment, beomgyu was streaming. Without you.

And not just without you, but with one of the biggest camgirls in the community: Winter01.

You tried to remain unbothered, unfazed, unaffected, at least, that’s how you acted when, beomgyu, unsure and sheepish, had asked you whether he should go for it. It made sense, she had specifically reached out only to beomgyu and had asked to collab, and that was a great opportunity since she was so well known. If he appeared on her channel, then you’d both gain more popularity and traction on your channel too and make even more money. He should totally go for it. It made perfect, rational sense. It shouldn't feel this serious. it's just a stream. Just a collab.

Except, the thought of beomgyu doing a stream with someone else, being fucked by someone else, someone else making him feel good…it just made this nasty, terrible, inexplainable feeling occur within you. That’s what you do with him. That’s your thing. No one else has ever touched him on stream, not ever, not until now.

You collapse onto your desk chair in frustration, only to shoot up a second later. You stand back up. You open your laptop. You close it. You go back to the tab of the website. You close that too. The endless back and forth, making you go insane.

The notification still glows at the top of your laptop screen like a slap to the face.

@Angel313 is now live with @Winter01 !

You battled with yourself, conflicting thoughts on whether you should click on the stream, see what’s going on. Because, a part of you was dying to know. What was she doing with him? Did he like it? Did the viewers like it? Were there even more views than normal? What if it becomes super trending? Was she better than you at fucking beomgyu? What if beomgyu likes her way more than you? It was genuinely eating away at you from the inside.

But at the same time, you didn’t want to see. It’s best to not know at all. What you can’t see can’t hurt you, ignorance is bliss, you know, all that stuff. Because once you click on the stream, there’s no going back. Did you really want to see all that? You could remain peacefully unaware, let the imagination torment you with glimpses only in your mind, not in high definition, in real time.

But, maybe it’s best to know actually.

Maybe the not knowing is worse. What if she’s touching beomgyu the way he likes? What if he likes it better? At least you’ll know and then you can be prepared if he decides he wants to switch partners and toss you aside because winter was way better.

But can you blame him? Winter is beautiful. And she’s popular for a reason. Even you’re familiar with her, you’ve watched some of her streams before. She’s good at what she does. You like her too. What if it does go viral? What if they have insane chemistry and the chat explodes and people beg for more and they're all like ''holy shit, this is the best collab ever" and they make so much money and everyone likes them both together so much and they collab even more in the future and then he just starts streaming with her altogether instead because she’s so much better? She is a professional camgirl, you were just a viewer, a fan for a faceless pretty camboy named angel313. Do you even know what you’re doing?

You suck in a breath. Alas, the curiosity gets the better of you though, and hesitantly, you click on the stream. It loads slowly and you can hear the imaginary countdown in your head, body buzzing with dread at what you might see.

You get what you went searching for. You’d opened the pandora’s box.

You see it as soon as it loads—Winter’s pretty manicured hand wrapped around beomgyu’s flushed cock, pumping him up and down as he stiffly sat on her pink gamer chair, she’s whispering things you can’t decipher, giggling and she looks so pretty, glossed lips brushing over his reddened ears, you see beomgyu who looks like he’s freaking out over all of this, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, embarrassed, cheeks all pink, shaking slightly, biting his lip. Then you hear it. His voice. He lets out a small quiet, shy whimper and a "P-please...!" That does it.

You switch the stream off instantly, slamming your laptop screen down like it had burned you. You don’t want to see anymore. You wished you hadn’t seen at all, but it’s too late to unsee, the image now fully engrained in your head. You feel even more sick than you did before.

Curiosity really does the kill cat, you guess.

You hate how your chest aches. And it feels far too much like the feeling of heartbreak for your liking. Which is dumb. Why did you care so much anyway? In the past when you didn’t know who Angel was, you would have absolutely loved to watch him get fucked on camera by someone else. He only ever used to do solo streams. Hell, if you knew it was Winter, you probably would have been even more overjoyed and excited to watch your favourite pretty camboy get ruined by another pretty camgirl. You probably would have lost your mind. A small part of you almost misses back when you were just a viewer, when you didn't know Choi Beomgyu, the supposed campus fuckboy was Angel313. When you used to just watch him unknowingly through a screen.

Your nerves are tripled as you wait and brace yourself for beomgyu to return.

You don’t know exactly what you expected when Beomgyu finally walks through the door, but it wasn’t this.

He’s quiet. Too quiet. No grinning, smug from ear to ear, enthusiastic and blushing. No giddy, boastful oversharing of how amazing everything was, like you’d thought. Like what he usually does when he finds something exciting or funny about his day and rambles about it to you for so long with shiny eyes because he can never really contain his emotions when he feels happy and it's always endearing and he always kind of resembles a puppy when he’s like that. Beomgyu doesn’t even meet your eyes.

You get off your bed with wide eyes immediately at the sight of him, standing straight in anticipation way too quickly. Your heart is hammering in your chest, all the questions you wanted to ask blowing up in your mind, but getting jumbled and stuck in your throat.

What was it like?

How did it go?

Was she good?

Do you want to stream with her again?

“Beomgyu—” You start frantically, “How did it—?”

But before you can finish the question, he wraps his arms around you. Tightly. Practically collapsing against you. He presses his entire body into you, hugging you like he’s desperate to melt into your skin and he buries his head deep into your shoulder.

You gasp and freeze, deeply confused, and brows furrowed. Beomgyu is tense, his breath is warm but shaky against your bare neck. Still, your arms move slowly, hugging him back. You hold him, gently at first, then a little tighter. That seems to ease him slightly. His shoulders loosen a fraction. But his grip on you stays firm.

“...Gyu?” you ask, quieter, softer now.

He doesn't answer. You try to pull back slightly to look at him, but he just clings tighter, arms winding more secure around your waist and burying his face impossibly deeper into your shoulder and neck, shakily inhaling and exhaling.

“Hey…what’s wrong? Did something happen?” You run your hand gently up and down his back. Could it be winter? Maybe something happened?

“No.” Beomgyu mumbles finally as if he could read your mind, voice muffled against your hoodie. “She was…really nice, actually. Nothing happened.”

You blink at him, even more lost. “Then…?”

Beomgyu sighs. “I don’t know. It just- It didn’t…feel right.”

He pulls back from your shoulder, facing you now and you see how glossy his brown eyes had become. He looks at you like he’s trying to explain something he doesn’t quite understand himself, like he can’t figure why it’s having such an affect on him either. “Thought it would be like all the other streams—but it didn’t feel the same. At all. I don’t know, maybe I’m being dramatic. But it made me feel... weird. Not like, bad. Just…sort of, empty? Dissociated? I couldn’t stop thinking about—” Beomgyu pauses, eyes squeezing shut for a second before opening again, unsure. “It-it wasn’t…” Beomgyu sighs again. “It wasn’t you.”

Beomgyu frowns at you with a pout, bottom lip almost wobbling as his mouth becomes heavily downturned, and then he hides his face into your shoulder once more, gripping onto you harder.

That stuns you into silence.

It wasn’t you.

“Sorry. It’s weird, I know.”

“It’s not.” You say firmly. You cup the side of his face without thinking, brushing your thumb over the soft skin beneath his eye. He leans into it immediately, almost instinctively, eyes fluttering shut, relieved.

Beomgyu continues to hug you silently in that spot for a while. After a long, moment, he gently nudges you backwards guiding you to the bed and lowering both of you down onto it. He flops on top of you, his cheek pressed right against your chest as if you’re his pillow, arms wound tightly around your waist, cuddling you. A content sigh escapes him when you start slowly carding your fingers through his soft hair, stroking through the strands. His body is warm and so are is slow breaths against your skin, legs tangled with yours and he’s soo clingy.

You don’t know how long you just lie there. But you wouldn’t have been able to get up even if you wanted. You’d attempted to get up earlier to go to the bathroom, but beomgyu hadn’t let you, furrowing his brows in offence and whining annoyed at you loudly, refusing and clinging to you somehow even more.

Despite him restricting you from pissing—it was quite sweet, the way he was acting right now, wanting to be close to you the whole time and latching his limbs onto you like an octopus that won’t let go, making your heart flutter.

And then, after what felt like hours, he moves. Beomgyu slowly lifts his head from your chest, eyes fluttering open and he blinks at you. His gaze roams your face, slow and searching, and his hand comes up, delicately brushing some hair away from your face. There’s something quietly desperate in the way he looks at you. And then he leans down, soft lips grazing yours and he kisses you.

It starts slow at first, his lips moving against yours gently. He pulls away a little, gazing at you again, then he surges forward, kissing you deeper this time, hands moving to cup your face. His lips are plush and hot, moving with increasing fervour, breath hitching as he starts to get needier as time goes on. His tongue slips past your lips and he groans softly into your mouth, kissing you deeper, messier, more desperately like he’s been starved of it.

His hands trail down, grabbing at your waist, your hips, pushing himself even closer to you until there’s no kind of space left between you. His eyes are half lidded by now, lips so swollen and parted. One hand pushes your hoodie up, exposing your tits, lips kissing the space in between your breasts, then kissing all over your chest eagerly and brushing his mouth over the expanse. And then his pouty lips wrap around your nipple, hand groping and kneading the other, moaning at that.

You gasp as he continues to suck your tits blissfully, flicking and swirling his tongue harshly around your nipple that has you squirming, mouthing at you hungrily. He’s drooling and your chest and his lips are all shiny and slick with spit and drool. Then he switches to the other nipple. You feel him humping you by now, rocking his hips against yours, muffled desperate whines eliciting from his stuffed mouth, continuing to rut against you like a dumb, dirty dog.

He looks up at you innocently through his pretty lashes and doe brown eyes, plump lips still latched and wrapped around your tits, sound of him avidly sucking and slurping and moaning, evident around your dorm. He finally lets go with a wet pop, so drooly and messy and then he kisses you again, sloppily making out all wet, still humping you, breath ragged, eyes half lidded.

“I need you.” Beomgyu says when he pulls away from your lips, looking at you so intensely, so gravely. He sounds so wrecked. And he’s not just turned on, although that’s apparent too, but so wrecked and frenzied and needy already. “Pleaseee. I need to be closer to you. Wanna feel you. Please, I wanna fuck you so bad right now, I can’t” He sounds like he’s going to cry. “Let me, let me, baby, please…” He keeps kissing you between every plea, your mouth, your neck, your collarbone, any part of you he can kiss.

You let him because after everything that’s happened today, you want him just as badly, you’re just as desperate for beomgyu. His hands are already fumbling to rid you of your clothes and then his own, desperate and shaky and clumsy with urgency.

You stroke him a few times his cock twitching in your palm as he lets out a broken, pretty moan, “You want it that badly, hmm?”

Beomgyu nods frantically, his hips twitching forward like he can’t help himself, pupils dilating just from thinking about it.

You laugh, “You're so needy.” You bring his dick closer to you, dragging his tip through your slick folds, moving yourself against him, watching the way beomgyu’s face scrunches up, and then beomgyu does too, sliding his cock against your folds up and down until you say he can fuck you.

“Y/n…” He whines, “please, please. Can I be inside?” Beomgyu begs and implores, like not being inside of you right now is the most unbearable thing ever possible for him, like it physically hurts him, shaking and trembling just at the feeling of his wet dick sliding on your folds.

“Go on, baby.”

Beomgyu does not need to be told twice, he wastes no time, lining himself up and burying his swollen fat tip and the rest of his length t the hilt inside your warm, wet pussy. “O-oh, god…” Beomgyu squeezes his eyes shut, not even being able to open them, he throws his head back, pathetically moaning out long and loud, gasping for breath, trying to calm himself down, he could cum already.

Just as he starts to move, you stop him with a palm to his chest. You suddenly get an idea, “Wait, gyu.” He stops, whining in confusion, just blinking at you, too dazed.

You bring your phone out and start a stream, filming beomgyu. There wasn’t supposed to be a stream but you feel the urge. You want everyone to see, you want them to know at the end of the day, he’s yours, feeling possessive. You want them to see how he acts when he’s with you.

All the comments are flooded with talk of the stream beomgyu had done with winter previously, but the general consensus seemed to be that most were confused and asking of your relationship with beomgyu, some also debating on who they liked seeing beomgyu more with.

@angelsfav: Wait so you guys aren’t dating ????

@luuvsubs: I always thought they were dating. From their dynamic and everything they did and acted, it seemed like they were.

@31333_fan: seeing angel’s dynamic with two different partners was really interesting and stark haha. I like both so much ! 🩷

@ilovewiinter: I preferred angel and winter. She’s my favourite camgirl!

@freakyyes : winter >>> sorry not sorry 😋

@heartgel: Nahhh he has so much more chemistry with who he usually streams with. He’s wayy more into this 😭 look at him 🫠

“Are we dating?” you repeat to the screen. “No. We’re not.”

You place the phone on your table so they can properly see you both. Beomgyu really doesnt care about anything at all at the moment, he just wants to fuck you. You tell him he can start again and beomgyu begins to move.

Beomgyu fucks into you slowly at first, trying to control himself with desperate, restrained, shaky rolls of his hips like he wants to feel everything, every inch of you, eyes focused and obsessed, entranced with the lewd sight of your pussy slowly swallowing him in. He moans every time he bottoms out, eyes fluttering shut, mouth slack and cute, deep, breathy little cries. You can’t tell if he’s going so slow, moving like this and holding back because he’s waiting for permission, to tell him he can go faster, or he’s desperately trying to savour it, but you want more.

You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper into you and hands sliding up his back, clutching at the muscles there, moving and rolling your own hips to meet his as well, guiding him to fuck into you more. Beomgyu yelps, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at that, a choked moan slipping past his lips, hands placed on the mattress on either side of you, faltering, “S-sshit...!” 

"Does it feel good, puppy?" You coo at him, one of your hands coming to tangle and caress his messy, long hair, loving how he's already falling apart because of you.

Beomgyu nods like a brainless baby, eyelids drooping with pleasure, slurring his words, his tiny lisp becoming slightly more evident, drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth, watching your tits deliciously jiggle with every thrust, "Ss-so goood-ughh. Pussy feels s’ good, so perfect...mmm-ah."

It’s not long until beomgyu completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically. “Wanna be inside you forever…wanna be—ahh this close t’you all thetime...” Beomgyu is just blabbering random shit by now, deliriously slamming his cock into your now soaked pussy repeatedly. Beomgyu holds onto you tightly, face falling into the crook of your neck, utterly wrecked, his drool all on your neck now, his moans and groans spilling into your ear.

“Yeah? You’re all mine aren’t you?” You coax him, your own eyes glazed up at this point, your puppy fucking you so well, such a good boy.

Beomgyu’s hands scramble for yours blindly and desperately, interlacing your fingers together, squeezing hard, holding your hands and refusing to let go. He’s still clinging so close to you like a lifeline, like he can’t bear not to, like he wants to dissolve into you completely, all so sticky and hot, you hold onto him tightly too.

“Yeah. Yours. ‘m yours…” He lifts his head from your neck, bringing his forehead to yours, looking at you like you hung the stars.

“Only I can make you feel this good right?” So maybe you are trying to stroke your own ego a bit by now, but you need him to say it, need everyone else to hear it too.

Beomgyu nods and hums, giving you a dreamy look, pathetically whimpering and whining, face contorted in overwhelming bliss, “mmh. Only you.” He squeezes your hand tight at that, nuzzling his nose with yours, forehead still touching yours, peppering sweet kisses all over your face. Your heart feels like it might give out.

Your pussy clenches tightly around him and beomgyu looks genuinely so far gone, so dumbed out, so fucked out from your pussy, his face the most debauched you’ve seen him, groaning, “baby…ah ‘m so close” Beomgyu’s cock plows into you so sloppily, squelchy wet slaps of skin when he fucks your hole feverishly and uncoordinated, continuous strangled moans leaving his mouth by now.

Beomgyu is so incredibly sweaty, messy hair wet and falling into his half lidded eyes, sweat dripping down his sharp jaw, nose and forehead, you’re probably just the same too, if not worse. But beomgyu just looks so good and so hot, so sweaty and so sexy. The sweat makes his whole body glow and shine under the dim light, and god, does he truly look like an angel right now. It’s ironic, so on-the-nose. Angel313. His username. It’s unfair how unreal, how ethereal beomgyu looks.

And beomgyu is so loud, unable to contain his noises of pleasure, he should probably keep it down but you don’t want him to, you adore hearing the sounds he makes because of you. The moans loud and relentless, tumbling out of him uncontrollably, reverberating around the room as well as the slick sounds of his cock moving inside you.

He’s shaking with the effort not to cum too soon, not to fall apart so fast that it embarrasses him. But it’s useless. You know him way too well by now, you’d watched all his streams before, streamed with him too much by now to know exactly when he’s close even when he tries not to, you know what makes him twitch, what makes his eyes roll back, what makes that pretty, loud mouth of his go slack and dumb.

“Cum for me, pretty angel. Show them how good you are for me.”

One of his hands goes down to your pretty folds, thumbing over your clit fast, rubbing in frantic little circles, desperate to have you cumming on his cock too, the other still interlocked with yours needily. Beomgyu ruts into you helplessly like a wild, panting dog, slamming his stuttering hips relentlessly with yours.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum—“ He chokes and stutters out. You bring your hand to thumb at his sensitive nipples, playing with the buds harshly and that brings him to the edge, “F-fuck, baby I-I’m cummingg I’m cumming…!” Beomgyu wails, crying out, he feels his orgasm build in his stomach and so do you, both of you letting go and cumming together, so intense, it almost feels spiritual.

You grab his face, smacking your lips with his, kissing him and swallowing down his moans so hungrily, kissing so deep it steals the air from both your lungs but neither of you pull away, his forehead still rests softly against yours, his sweat sweat dripping onto you. You feel so much of beomgyu’s hot, sticky cum spilling into you continuously, completely milking him and his body jerks, shaking violently. Beomgyu cums so hard he genuinely sees stars, just feeling pure ecstasy and fully, utterly spent.

When you both genuinely need to breathe, you pull away, lips parting with a wet, thin pull, a sllippery, slivery string of saliva still connecting your swollen mouths. Your breaths are ragged, chests heaving against each other, your skin damp and flushed. You reach out blindly, fingers fumbling over the desk until you finally manage to end the stream with a click, not really bothering to look at the donations or comments.

“Holy fuck…” Beomgyu shuts his eyes, breathing out, holding onto both of your hands.

“Quite literally.” You pant, dazed.

You both giggle at that, lightheaded, beomgyu shaking his head with a breathless laugh, grinning tiredly at you, forehead dropping to yours once more.

Beomgyu starts to pull out but you stop him, “keep fucking me, beomie. Isn’t that what you wanted? Said you want to stay in my pussy forever hmm?” Your voice teasing, brushing his sweaty bangs out his face, grinning wickedly. But he doesn’t complain.

“Y-yeah.” Beomgyu just nods, moaning weakly, already fucking and stuffing his cum back into you again with gasped whimpers and whines and wincing of overstimulation, trembling. You really don’t know how long you guys go at it for, all blurry and dizzy, just remembering beomgyu’s loud cries of your name and cumming again and again and again, clutching and grasping onto you.

Beomgyu🪽: did you want to hang out? me, tae and kai are gonna play tekken !! 😋

Y/n🎷: nah can’t sorry. I’m REVISING in the library with a friend. 🤓📚Which YOU should be doing too btw…🤨🧐🫵

Beomgyu🪽: but can’t you just come? Can’t you do that later? I need to beat you in tekken again. 👉👈 And I don’t need to revise, I’m naturally talented in mewsik >_< 🎤🎸🎶

Y/n🎷: what kind of spelling is that. Tell Kai he should be revising rn too wtf it’s literally exam season

Beomgyu🪽: Kai said you’re a neek. Are you really not coming ??☹️☹️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Y/n 🎷: I’m literally at the library rn, no.

Beomgyu 🪽: who are you with anyway? Music practice room guy?

Y/n 🎷: yeah

Beomgyu🪽: cool, have fun revising.

Beomgyu’s stomach twists. He scowls at your message for a little longer, fingers lingering on the keyboard like he wants to type something else but then he doesn’t. With a little too much force, he places his phone on the table face-down, knitting his eyebrows in a frown, arms crossed, grumbling to himself.

He kinda hates that you’re not coming over. He kinda really hates that you’re hanging out with that other guy instead of him too. Do you not like his company anymore or something?

He really, really wanted to see you today. He’d even gotten extra snacks for you, the ones he knows are your favourite and cleared the space on the floor so you could sit next to him. He didn’t think you wouldn’t come. Is he being dramatic right now? You’re just studying in the library, it’s probably what he should be doing too. But, you’ve never said no to hanging out ever before…you’d still come, just for a bit even if you didn’t want to. Well, at least he still gets to see you today, because there is a stream later tonight.

“What? Y/n’s not coming?” Taehyun asks from where he sits, crosslegged on beomgyu’s bed, controller in hand, starting the game.

“No.” Beomgyu sulks, sounding very much like a kicked puppy. “They’re too busy studying with this guy they met in the music practice rooms. They’re always hanging out with him lately…” The last part is said with so much bitterness in his voice, muttering and complaining.

Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “Do you know who this guy is?”

“No.”

“Have you asked?” Huening Kai chimes in, sat on the floor, back slumped against the bed a controller also in his hand and munching on a packet of crisps.

“No.” Beomgyu huffs. “Anyway. As I was about to say before, I’ve had a really, really big revelation.”

Kai gasps, eyes wide. “You’re pregnant.”

“I’m not a fucking seahorse.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “I was going to say…” He closes his eyes, inhales and exhales dramatically and finally declares, “I think…I like y/n more than IU.”

They’re both silent for a second but neither of them seem particularly shocked to hear that. Then, kai resumes munching on the crisps loudly again, unfazed.

“That’s your big revelation?” Taehyun asks, incredulously.

Beomgyu takes offence. “I think it’s really shocking. Why are you not shocked? I’ve liked IU since I was nine! She’s my first love.”

Huening Kai gasps dramatically, mocking him. “Even more than Park Boyoung?!”

Beomgyu hesitates. He takes a moment to really think, deeply in thought, as if that was the hardest questions he’s ever had to answer. “Possibly… yes.”

“Okay wait, no.” Kai sits up, “This is serious.”

“I was saying this was serious before! So, like what should I do? Do you guys think I’m going insane? I’m going insane. I’ve lost it.” Beomgyu grabs a fistful of his own hair, pulling at it and groaning. “I feel like…i feel like the tragic second male lead in a kdrama right now who like, watches the main couple get together in the rain with an umbrella in his hand, smiling even though he’s dying inside.” He doesn’t know exactly when it happened but after he came back from doing that stream with winter, it all became so very clear to him, suddenly crashing down on him. He thinks it’s been happening for a while. And it’s very serious.

“No, I think it was just inevitable from the start.” Taehyun replies calmly, eyes focused on the menu screen, clicking a few buttons, “I think it’s hard not to catch feelings given your situation. It makes sense. I’m pretty sure y/n likes you too.”

“Just tell them bro.” Huening Kai adds, his mouth disgustingly full of crisps as he spoke.

Beomgyu’s head shot up. “Tell them? Ew. Gross. No. I’m not doing that.” He comes closer to where Kai sat, reaching for a crisp in the bag himself, eating it with a pout. “They don’t even like me. They like him. That annoying practice room guy, whoever he is. Ugh, whatever. Maybe I’m just getting really confused because of the nature of what we do. Maybe, I don’t even like y/n. Yeah…yeah.” Beomgyu nods conspicuously, agreeing with himself with narrowed eyes, stroking his chin slowly like an old, beared man, except, he doesn’t have a beard.

“You’re so full of shit.” Taehyun throws a pillow aggressively at beomgyu’s head.

“Oww!”

Taehyun and Kai exchange a pointed look, shaking their heads, maybe it wasn’t going to happen sooner than they both were beginning to think.

Beomgyu huff in defence, “Say if I did, even I did…tell them. It could jeopardise everything! We’re supposed to be professional partners. If I say something and it gets weird between us, what then?” His chest tightens a little at the thought. You could stop streaming with him, what was he supposed to do then? Continue solo again, find someone else? He already knows now he wouldn’t want to be streaming with anyone else if it wasn’t you. And if he went solo, it’d be boring again, he’d get less money. But it wasn’t even about the streaming anymore, he’d gotten so close to you in a matter of a few months. You’d become such an important person, a staple in his life so naturally, that he couldn’t remember what it was even like before you had entered it. He wants to be close to you all the time. Days without you are weird now. When you’re not around, he’s always missing you. He’d rather it stay how it is now than not have you in his life at all. So no, he’s not going to risk it.

“You should at least find out who this guy is.” Kai yawns, tossing the bag of crisps to the side, taking the controller in both his hands, ready to play now.

“Why?” Beomgyu asks suspiciously.

“To see if he’s way hotter than you.”

Beomgyu gasps, scandalised, beginning to spiral. “What if he is?”

You sat hunched in the computer lab of the library, all your notes and books and manuscript paper sprawled madly on the desk as you desperately tried to learn about advanced music theory and Schenkerian analysis, you have no idea how kai and beomgyu aren’t stressed out right now, your head beginning to hurt as you sat besides haechan who was also studying, a lot more calmly than you.

The library and computer lab was pretty packed and alive since it was exam season, being able to see other stressed out uni students fighting the same losing battle, and groups of friends who were gossiping about their latest traumatic situationship of the semester—very entertaining to eavesdrop on, though distracting as you were supposed to be revising, both you and haechan giggling at the outrageous things you hear.

Haechan glances at what you’re attempting to revise at the minute and pitifully shakes his head at your screen, “Man, I’m so glad I didn’t pick Music.”

You groan, head on the desk, “I can’t do it.”

“Wanna go for a walk around campus instead?” Haechan offers.

You laugh, “you know what, yeah.” Both of you leaving all your possessions on the desk with blind trust, wandering out the library into the late afternoon sun.

Before the walk properly began, you both made a detour to the campus cafe, purchasing a drink to cheer you up a bit more. You think you deserve a little sweet treat, having been at wits end to warrant one.

You laugh and walk around with haechan, drinks in hand and sipping on them, the campus golden and bathed in soft amber light, a pleasant breeze that wasn’t too hot or too cold. The cherry blossom trees lining the main path had all burst into full bloom by now, their pretty pink petals littering the ground you walked on, falling elegantly. Some students were already sitting on the grass, chatting away like it was summer already. It was so peaceful to see, and a great breath of fresh air from studying in the library.

You stop to stare at the cherry blossom trees, pointing excitedly, because no matter how many springs have come and how many cherry blossom trees bloomed when the time came every year, it never failed to always leave you in awe at just how beautiful they are. “Look at them. It’s so pretty!”

Haechan nods in agreement. The temptation of taking a picture overcomes you and you bring out your phone, taking a few shots of the cherry blossoms and the sunset behind, then holding your phone out to show him, proudly.

He leans closer, squinting at your screen, smiling. “Okayy, photographer. You should post those.”

PING !!

Suddenly, you get an extremely loud buzz on your phone.

@Angel313 going live soon !!

Shit.

The notification lights up your entire screen so obnoxiously.

You freeze for a second, trying not to visibly freak out or act suspiciously, yanking your phone away from him and fumbling to switch it off, putting it back in your pocket.

Obviously haechan saw it too, you saw how his eyebrows had creased in slight intrigue. But it’s not like it’s some promiscuous username, it wasn’t like it screamed ‘porn!’ it could be anything for all he knows. How would he know that was a camboy, that could literally be a youtuber, gamer or anything else? Yeah, It’s really not that deep, he wouldn’t think it was deep.

He doesn’t say anything about it, which means he probably didn’t think much of it, he just continues casually walking and talking again, changing the subject and you’re very thankful he never asks. Your heart still thudding in your ears for the rest of the stroll.

Beomgyu sat pliantly beside you on the bed, legs folded, hands resting in his lap, eyes following your movements with curiosity, your hand was on his chin, tilting it up, the other intimately applying coats of your lip gloss slowly onto his lips.

“Ow. It burns! What the fuck.” Beomgyu furrows his brows, hissing. He could feel the tingling sensation on his lips right now and it was uncomfortable.

You chuckle, amused. “Yeah, it’s a plumping lip gloss. And it doesn’t even burn that much. Why are you being so dramatic?” Dragging the applicator across his bottom lip in a deliberate motion.

Beomgyu wrinkles his nose. “Whatever that means.”

You roll your eyes, deadpan. “It’s in the name. It plumps your lips.”

“Well it feels really weird.”

“It’s alright, it’ll go away.” You, apply one more coat then pull back, looking satisfied. You take the phone in your hand, filming beomgyu’s lips up close, “Look at the pretty doll.” Needless to say, the chat is blowing up at the sight of angel in lip gloss, the comments lighting up with strings of hearts and emojis.

ANGEL IS TOO PRETTY WTF JDJDJ

LOOK AT THOSE LIPS ?!? 😩 he has the prettiest lips ever

RUIN HIM PLEASE 💕

You’d even done beomgyu’s hair, putting it into a half up poinytail and adding one of your clips in his hair.

Beomgyu looks so good with your lip gloss on, his lips tinted, glittery, sparkly and even plumper than they usually were. He looked so kissable. God, you wanted to kiss him immediately, ruin him, wreck him. But you stop yourself, you were going to ruin him in a different way.

“On your knees, pretty.” Your voice sweet but commanding. Beomgyu does what he’s told and moves immediately, dropping from the bed without hesitation. His knees hit the floor with a soft thud, looking up at you with his sparky brown, innocent, doe eyes, thick doll lashes fluttering like butterfly wings as he looks up at you.

You bring the strap you were wearing to his mouth, tapping his lips with it a few times, watching the strings of the thick sticky gloss connect to the top of the strap.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

Beomgyu slowly opens his mouth wider, still not breaking eye contact with you. You slowly push the silicone into beomgyu’s pretty mouth. He begins to suck soft and slow without even being told, rocking his head, wrapping his shiny lips around it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” you murmur at the sight, hand stroking over his cheek, “So pretty for me, babe.”

He moans at that, spurring him on, looking up at you desperately. Beomgyu’s hands move to eagerly hold onto your hips, but you swat them away, “No touching.” Beomgyu whines in protest but keeps his hands on his lap instead, balled into fists to stop himself from touching you. His poor dick, hard and leaking in his pants by now.

Beomgyu is so into it by now, focused, bobbing his head earnestly, trying to take more, wanting to please you like he’s really making you feel good as if it’s actually your real body, moaning loudly around the strap. When beomgyu moves further on the faux cock, the harness begins to bump against your clit and you try chasing the sensation by pushing more of your strap down beomgyu’s throat, grasping onto his hair and little ponytail to guide him more harshly. He softly gags, tears springing in his eyes as it hits the back of his throat but he doesn’t stop.

“God, you’re so hot like this pretty doll face, taking my cock so well.” You moan from the feeling of it hitting your clit but also at how pathetic beomgyu looks right now.

"Mmph—mmmghd.” Beomgyu garbles and moans around the silicone in response, drool slobbering all on his chin and wet mouth, spit mixed with the gloss, creating a slick shiny mess on his mouth and the toy, teary, pleading puppy eyes blinking up at you.

But you continue to ignore his gags, forcing him to deepthroat the strap, hands roughly pulling at his hair.

You then bring his face all the way down to the base of the dildo, his nose pressing into your lower abdomen and you hold him there. His body shakes, wide panicked eyes, muffled chokes and cries. But you still keep him there. There’s tears streaming down his face, helpless, cheeks hollowed.

After a while, you let go, he pulls himself completely off and splutters as thick strings of drool connect his lips and chin to the tip of the dildo. Beomgyu gasps for air, choking and coughing and crying, wiping at his chin.

You bring him up, seeing how you’d ruined the pretty doll, his cute hairstyle now all messy, clip half loose and slipping from his bangs, eyes glassy, lashes prettily clumped with tears, tears stream still evident on his rosy cheeks, his lips utterly wrecked, puffy, red, slick and wet and swollen, lip gloss and spit all around and smeared. It’s gorgeous.

You kiss him before he can even properly catch his breath, not giving him that much time for air but he melts into it, kissing you back desperately as if you were the air he needs to breathe, spit and gloss smearing onto your own mouth, all tongue and sloppy, whimpering in your mouth.

Pushing him onto the bed, you straddle him as he lays with breathless anticipation underneath you. You’d agreed to peg him today and he’d sucked your strap so well, with such dedication, being so good, you wanted to give it to him already, wanted to make him feel so good.

You throw his shirt off him, pierced belly comes into view. That iconic little hello kitty charm glinting at you from his navel, rising and falling with every shaky inhale as his tummy trembles underneath your touch. Placing your hand on his tiny waist, you marvel at how he is beneath you. You kiss him everywhere, down his neck, chest, tummy, marking him, sucking soft hickeys as he lets out soft little whines, tugging at the sheets.

You move further down, leaving him in his underwear, spreading his legs apart, kissing the soft unblemished skin of his pretty plush thighs, sucking his inner thighs as his breath hitches, so sensitive there, biting, licking, covering, littering and painting them in purpley and pink splotches. Beomgyu squirms and shivers, restless as your mouth gets so close, too close to his aching, hard cock but not enough. “Pleasee.” He’s breathless, legs spreading even wide for you, “just—touch me, already.” Beomgyu whines and pouts. “You’re teasing me. I’m dying over here.”

You roll your eyes but tug his underwear down and it’s like he suddenly remembers something, panicked, horrified. He shuts his legs, hands instantly flying to cover the area. Beomgyu is blushing furiously, face and ears flushed, his cheeks blooming a pretty shade of pink, pinker than the cherry blossoms you’d seen earlier today. He avoids your gaze, looking anywhere but you, so incredibly embarrassed, so shy.

That’s weird. Beomgyu was rarely ever this shy anymore. He hadn’t got this embarrassed since the first time he streamed in front of you.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, opening his legs and pulling his hands away nonetheless.

That’s when you see it— a pretty little bedazzled heart shaped, pink gem, resting snugly in beomgyu’s hole, catching the light like treasure in a chest. What the hell.

You’d never seen it before and it was driving you crazy, in a good and bad way.

“Oh my god.” You gasp, dramatically, scandalised. “You whore! Have you been wearing this all day?”

“N-no! Just a few hours before you came!” Beomgyu squeaks and splutters, face buried in his hands, trying to explain himself as if he’d committed some atrocious, heinous crime. “Couldn’t help myself…and, and—I missed you.” Beomgyu mumbles, sulky, “You didn’t even come today! Too busy with that guy.” He suddenly furrows his brows at you, glaring, indignant, petulant, as if it was your fault.

You gape at him. “You couldn’t even wait? Didn’t ask me, didn’t even tell me, touching yourself without me there…you brat.” You spit out and tut, shaking your head at him. In hindsight, it wasn’t even that bad. You just wanted any kind of excuse to punish him now. In fact, you’re almost salivating at the sight of beomgyu wearing a pretty pink jewelled butt plug.

He lets out an offended noise, protesting. “I just warmed up a little. I was being…” He almost laughs, playing coy, then looks back up at you innocently, “…proactive.”

“You were being an impatient whore.”

Your eyes drag slowly over to the plug again, taking in how pink and sparkly it is, how snug it looks, how his cute tiny hole must’ve adjusted to it, gently stretched and waiting for you, squirming for hours. God. Beomgyu looked so good with it. It suited him so well.

Beomgyu studies your face, searching your eyes and his face slowly turns into a satisfied grin, regaining some of that usual bratty confidence. “You love it. I know you do.”

You ignore him, watching the screen on the phone, turning to the live chat, smiling cryptically. “What do guys think? Should we still fuck him? Or should we punish him?”

Beomgyu’s smug little smirk falters instantly replaced with a dreaded look. But the chat is already flooding in.

Punish him.

Spank him till he cries >_< 🌸

Slap him until he’s really sorry ! Make sure you don’t fuck him at all.

You grin. Almost everyone says to punish him, that he deserved a spanking instead.

Beomgyu’s eyes widen, shaking his head devastated, mortified. “No.” His voice breaks, “Don’t listen to them—please. Please fuck me.”

“They’re saying you should get spanked instead.” You shrug as if it’s all out of your control.

Beomgyu whines again, more pathetic this time, distressed, trying to bring your hand to his dick, grinding up against your hand. “Please—please, baby, I need it so bad, I-i’ve been good-”

You swat your hand away in disgust. Instead, You grip his face roughly, forcing him to look at you, “Do you want to get punished even more?”

Beomgyu recoils like a dejected helpless puppy, knowing he can’t do anything anymore. He slowly flips over onto his stomach and you bend him over your lap.

“You guys are evil.” Beomgyu comically mutters bitterly, casting a betrayed glare at the camera to the viewers before turning it on you. “And you—you’re so mean.” He pouts but accepts his fate.

SLAP !

Beomgyu opens his mouth to say more but his words dissolve into a loud, startled moan as your palm lands on the curve of his small ass with a sharp, echoing smack.

SLAP !

You strike again, spanking beomgyu continuously as he sucks in air loudly, biting his lip, gasping, back arching, trying to hold in the desperate pained whimpers, dick twitching uncontrollably with every smack, thighs quivering.

You spank him again, impossible harder this time, each hit ringing out obscenely, his cheeks painfully reddened and crimson and burning. Sight so pretty with his ass marked and red and the sparkly pink gem nuzzled in between. Your handprint is evident on his ass by now and beomgyu begins to let out muffled cries at your unrelenting slaps, his cock hurting so bad and leaking, rubbing against your thigh from your smacks, smearing his precum there.

“B-baby! Please! S-stop, please fuck me!” Beomgyu mewls and shudders as you still strike him violently, “I-it hurts!” You’re not sure whether he’s talking about his dick or his ass.

“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to be a needy little slut without permission.” You spank his angry scarlet skin again.

Slap !

Beomgyu full on sobs, tears spilling freely from his eyes, hiccuping, wailing loudly, legs thrashing and shaking his head, “S-sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m s-sorry!”

You gently knead the sore flesh of his ass, then let your fingers toy and play with the plug, slowly, teasingly, you ease it out until the widest part stretches him, then pushing it back in his pretty hole with a wet pop, taking it out and thrusting it fully back in his hole, doing that over and over again, fucking him with the little toy, moving it around in circles.

“Ah-ahh—fuck- baby—” Beomgyu gasps, and jolts at the little pleasure, desperate for anything. He lets out the loudest whorish, slutty moans, mewling high pitched, eyes half lidded. He’s such a terrible, weepy mess.

"Baby...you're so pretty like this,” you coo, sweetly, still continuing with your ministrations of moving the jewelled butt plug around in his ass, grinding it in circles and spanking him raw, “you’re such a slutty whore.”

“O-only for- ah! you.” Beomgyu weeps.

You giggle. “Not for your viewers? You’re so ungrateful, angel.”

“Can I cum? Please, please, please. I’ve been good. Pleaseplease” Beomgyu moans.

“Should we let the poor puppy cum?” You glance at the screen, checking what they’re saying, “…sorry baby, they’re saying no.” You tell beomgyu pitifully, feeling slightly sorry for him.

Beomgyu shakes his head wildly, whole body wracked with sobs, shedding so many tears, heart broken. “No! no no no ! I can’t-”

But he doesn’t even listen, it becomes too much and he can’t hold it in, doesn’t even care, in fact, he’s annoyed at you and viewers for being so cruel to him, defiant. The slapping and playing with his hole and the small rubs against his poor cock makes him lose it, spurting and splattering helpless thick hot creamy copious amount of cum all on your thighs as he shudders, whole body convulsing, still crying and sniffling, his pretty legs trembling delicately like a baby deer.

You blink at him. “Did you just cum anyway?You’re so disobedient!”

Beomgyu whimpers, nervous. And there goes the endless punishments beomgyu receives.

You give beomgyu the best aftercare you can after that, praising him and promising to actually peg him next time.

He doesn’t let go of you, insisting on you both showering together, holding onto each other as the warm water sprays on you both, steam rising around, beomgyu groans at the sensation, head looking dramatically on your shoulder, his hair all damp and the bangs attractively in his eyes as he clings to you even when you try to massage his scalp with shampoo, head hiding in your neck, kissing your shoulders and neck soft and tender, making your heart flutter.

Both of you now lay in his bed and you cuddle him, skin still warm and clean from the shower, wrapping your arm around him, bringing him close your side as you play with his damp hair, whispering sweet things in his hair as he sleepily hums, snuggling closer.

Then beomgyu speaks up suddenly, “Hey,” his voice low and soft.

You tilt your head to look at him. “Hmm?”

Beomgyu shifts to face you, head propped up on his elbow, brows slightly furrowed. “Who is he?”

You blink, confused. “What? Who?”

“Music practice room guy.”

You raise your brow, then answer casually. “Oh, his name is Haechan.”

Beomgyu’s eyes suddenly widen, entire body tensed, getting up instantly, “Haechan?! As in cello playing Haechan?”

You sit up too, utterly confused by now and nod then remembering, “Oh yeah, he actually said he knew you.”

“Y/n.” Beomgyu’s voice is sharp, incredulous. “Do you even know—”

But a loud buzz cuts through the room. His phone screen lights up on the nightstand. Beomgyu frowns and picks it up.

Haechan: I know you’re a camboy, beomgyu. I always knew you were a fucking whore. Just wait until I tell everyone 🤣🤣.

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs ☹️ At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

A/n: yipppiiieee !! It’s finally 😭😭 sorry if the smut is just really badly written and messy I was lowkey not there when writing it. Also there’s probably only one chapter left ! So tell me if there’s certain scenes or stuff you wanted reader and beomgyu to do in terms of sex 🤔 Also you maybe confused about the plot twist but there was kinda a poorly excused hint in one of the earlier chapters on who haechan could be and why 🤔 also someone tell me if I need to add more warnings idk what I missed 😭😭