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𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒/𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 ♡ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝

oh I'll tell you whats on my mind. Ever since I got this ask, this specific scenario has plagued my brain... I finally was able to write it out in a way that I like (not proofread... oops)

You catch him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Don’t mind me, keep going,” he teases, voice low. 

Your cheeks heat— feeling caught. “I thought you were at dinner with the boys,” you mutter, shifting slightly under the covers, aware of how long it’s been since he was gone.

He steps closer, close enough that you can make out the blush dusting his cheeks, but not too close— testing. “I was,” he starts, tilting his head. Then, softly, “but that was hours ago” Your heart stutters.

You shift slightly— giving him the chance to put one knee on your bed, the space between you shrinking just enough to make your pulse spike. His eyes catch yours, steady, inviting, and you realize he’s watching more than your face — he’s noticing the way you move, the way you breathe, the way you are reacting to him.

“C’mere pretty” he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. Moving to close the distance between you two— pausing right before his lips meet yours, savouring how you are trembling with need for him. 

After going on a date with Euijoo, you decide to give him a house tour. Of course he would love to see the first, second, and third floor!

𝐄𝐮𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐅!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩! minors DNI!

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut in one of the next parts!

𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 643 words

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: posting it a few days early just for @chxrry-cxke ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 | 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 | 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑

Arriving back at your house after a nice date with Euijoo, a silence falls in the car; both unsure what to say and scared to make the wrong move. You let out a sigh and decide to just go for it.

“Would you like to come in?” You twiddle your thumbs anxiously. Afraid that he might take it the wrong way, you quickly add: “Not in that way, I just really enjoy your company and don’t want this night to end just yet.” 

Hearing the nervousness in your voice, he chuckles; “I would love to come inside,” making you blush at the joking tone he used to emphasise the last two words. As he turns off the car and walks to your side to open the door, you can’t help but giggle at how this whole night has been going. From the air freshener in his car smelling strongly of pineapple to the bad puns both of you cracked over dinner, this date has been one of the best you have been on in ages.

“M’lady,” he says as he bows. Stepping out, you laugh at how ridiculous he looks whilst holding onto the door for balance. 

“Well, thank you kind sir,” you say between giggles, curtsying to him. Walking to your front door, you can’t help but feel giddy thinking about what the rest of this evening has in store. 

“I hope you’re ready for this house tour,” you say, trying to sound as overly confident as you possibly can. He looks at you, grinning. 

“I’m always ready.”

Letting him into the hallway, you quickly say: “Take your shoes off, I spent a fortune on these waxed floors and just got done cleaning them.” Hearing this, he puts his shoes next to yours on the rack and turns to look at you. 

“Waxed floors? I didn’t expect that,” he teases, adding a wink. 

“It’s always good to be prepared,” you jest, returning the wink. 

Leading the way into the living room, you gesture for him to sit on the couch, walking to the kitchen to get some drinks and snacks for the two of you. 

“So, when am I getting this house tour you promised?” he asked from the couch, leaning back so he could peek into the kitchen. 

“When I’m sure you don’t just want it to rob me later,” you joke, walking out with two glasses and some cookies. He snorts, throwing his head back in amusement. 

As you’re putting down the snacks and drinks, Euijoo jumps up from his spot on the couch to help you out, taking the jar of cookies from under your arm and placing it onto the coffee table.

Finally sitting down to chat with each other, you turn to face him and get ready for whatever questions he might throw at you. Only as he brings the glass filled with soda to his mouth, he somehow manages to get it all over his shirt instead of in his mouth. “Fuck!” he curses, quickly trying to prevent any soda from spilling onto your couch, only making the mess on his shirt grow larger. As you’re leaning over to grab some tissues for him to try and blot away some of the liquid, he groans and puts his head in his hands.

“I hate to ask this, but do you happen to have a spare shirt for me? I really don't want to be sitting in a sticky shirt, and I don't have any spares in my car," he explains, ears turning red from embarrassment as he avoids looking at you

You get up from the couch, gesturing for him to follow. He raises his head to look at you. Leading him towards the staircase in the hallway you turn to him to joke: “If you wanted to see the second floor, you should’ve just asked.” 

borderline mean harua because he just cannot hide his jealousy. no matter how much he says he "isn't jealous", he's ever so slightly snippy towards you, anyone, and anything.

only able to finally snap out of it when you're under him, his hips slamming into you hard and fast, using you to get rid of his frustration.

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