mental ravings

"guess we haven't fucked you enough for you to remember which cock is which, huh?" you hear taesan laugh, his smirk growing wider as he leans down and grabs your cheeks in his hand. you mumble out sorrys as you try to push back onto leehan's cock, still throbbing in your walls as he splays his hand against your ass and admires the view of your cunt sucking in his cock.

"such a naughty girl," leehan's voice is so deep and it makes you so wet. he teases you by leaning forward and grabbing your tits, squeezing them to his liking and completely ignoring your pleas of help and begging of him to just move already! leehan doesn't care, he just cares about his own desires and that includes playing with your tits until he's satisfied!

but if you continue to misbehave? they see no choice but to punish you even further! hands tied to the bedpost with a tie while you're still blindfolded, forced to hear them whimper and groan as they fuck into each other, the bed shaking and creaking under you, and you're forced to imagine what they look like under the darkness of your blindfold :T they totally play it up too - taesan's grunts and groans are so loud it's like an amateur porno and leehan's own breathy moans are soooo drawn out and he whimpers out the most tantalising cumming! as he does.

eventually they'll remember you're still there 🙄🙄 you'll hear them whisper to each other about all the things they could do to you before taesan's voice tickles your ear - "wanna cum, baby?". and when you nod furiously and rub your thighs together in anticipation, they laugh, and you know you're in for a long long night...

He sighed before answering “Yes…” “that's me right now with you” you explained.

He sighed again before turning to the question, maybe trying to act bothered but his ears were fully red.

After some time, you went for your pencil case, sitting open on the desk, taking some random pen.

Noticing your action, Sungho paused the explanation, before asking: “Do you want to practise now…?”

But no, you weren't, you didn't answer him, though. You started doodling, at the end of the page, two small cats, one with glasses and a small tie, and another with their tongue sticking out.

He sighed again, but he dropped his pencil on the paper, shifting his head closer to the drawing.

“What's that?” he asked, maybe a bit bothered.

“That's us, this one with a tie is you, so serious….! And this funny looking is

 me…”

He looked at it for some second, his beautiful blonde hair tickling your cheek, since he was really close.

He let a muffled laugh escape, and even without seeing his face, you knew he had a small, soft smile on his lips.

But he quickly brought his attention back to the exercise, “pay attention" he scolded, trying to look mad “you don't want to fail this class, do you?”

“You sound like a teacher” you laughed, making him look at you, trying to look annoyed and serious, but ultimately falling.

“Yn, I wanna see you doing it now” he says while giving the paper and the pencil he was using.

You pick the pencil,  trying to start the exercise somehow, while he looks, sustaining his head with one of his hands.

“Um…I still didn't understand it…” you say, voice barely a whisper, while making a forced pout.

“Do it while I explain to you, then” he answered, quite fast.

You slammed your head on the paper “Aaah, but I don't wanna…”.

“What about a kiss if you get it right?”.

Your eyes beamed, and a bright smile appeared, upon looking up at the boy who made the suggestion.

It took a while for you to actually understand the steps, but somehow you did it right! 

When you finished you almost instantly turned to Sungho, smiling. And he was too, noticing your cute kicking on the floor of excitement. He holds your head, gently squishing your cheeks, before placing a small peck…on your nose?

He didn't let go of the hold, but your face turned from bright happiness to straight up disappointment.

He just laughs at the subtle change, before placing a much awaited kiss on the lips, slowly and careful.

As he let out of the kiss, you pouted again, asking for another, but he just laughed and said to do another exercise for it, making you roll your eyes in response, but you focused on the exercise.

 -

You didn't fail the exam later that week, and when Sungho came up when it ended and asked if you did well, you just asked for a kiss, again. And he gave to you one, smiling mid-kiss.

“Thanks to you, I didn't fail this time” you told him, also smiling. 

he's confused at first, to say the least. he turns off the tap water and looks over to you but your hands reach him before he gets to. they're cold, your hands, he notes at first (outloud may I add, jolting his head back but instinctively returning to your hold)

"do you need something?" he mutters through his squished cheeks, and you shake your head, no, not really. a beat after you finally whisper a you're so cute — pulling him his head and standing on your tippy toes to place a playful mwah! on the tip of his nose — and sungho can't help but smile at the softness of yours eyes and the very gentle i love you that leaves your lips just moments after the kiss (— you turn and leave him in place, his knees finally giving out on him. he whines and stomps his feet and complains about how that's not a real reason but is silently praying you come back to kiss the spot you missed)

how did park sungho get so lucky?

RIWOO

its the sound of groaning, clothing ruffling, and sanghyeok's silent protests for you to help him that makes you reach upward to catch his face in between your hands. his lower lip jolts forward as he redirects your attention to his tie, both ends on either side of his chest

but perhaps he was truly better off on his own, boring his eyes into your own as he watches you (perfectly, might i add) tie the knot around his neck successfully — to any passerby they would've thought that you were stars themselves for the man in front of you in glasses and skinned kissed in constellations looks at you like you've done just so and it's so hard to not avoid his gaze, everytime you peek up he's staring directly at you with that annoying half grin

you cant help but reach for his face again once youre done, squishing his cheeks between your hands and before you know it sanghyeok is tilting his head enough to nuzzle your nose, before leaning down to capture your lips in his nose — and he feels you smile almost instantly

JAEHYUN

he's completely exhausted but his brain keeps running, eyes burning holes into space, his hair practically ran through by his hands. and he won't stop shaking his leg and his chest keeps rising and falling and—

his eyes finally meets your soft gaze, the concern all over your face the way the pads of your thumb grazes over his skin gently and the space between his brows frown, his eyes seem to gloss a bit more and soon his bottom lip is quivering in your hold

"what happened to my baby," you finally say, barely above a whisper. and ah, there it is —the tears finally cloud his vision and you brush his long hair out of the way caressing his face just as he parts his lips to speak but a broken sob leaves him instead. so you bring him closer to press your lips against his forehead and he finds himself leaning even more into your warmth (myung jaehyun never wants to leave)

TAESAN

doesn't catch the mischief in your eyes, too busy picking at his food in front of him (and complaining about the boys), to notice the way the gears are cranking in your head, the way your eyes haven't really left him.

when you reach over to his side, dongmin doesn't think much of it. to be fair, he's so used to not bending over to pick something off him or to check something quickly on his phone. so imagine his surprise when your hands leave your folded arms, and not reach for his phone, but to his face instead. eyes big and confused, frantically searching for some sort of explanation in your recent action, but the look you give him is too soft and the way your eyes seem to reflect the stars. so obviously, han dongmin only reacts in the most nonchalant way possible — he hiccups.

and it's impossible to hold back the laugh that spills from your lips, your hands still pressed against his cheeks, pulling him closer to your own face as you coo and he hiccups again. and when the words i love you leave you in a giggled whisper his ears start to color match the broth in front of him.

LEEHAN

immediately smiles into your hands. you didn't mean to wake him up, just trying to brush hair away from his face so it doesn't become too much of a bother in his sleep

and soon he stirs awake at the feeling of your hands, the gentleness of your fingertips and the warmth of your skin stirring him awake. his eyes are slow to open and he's blinking, trying to make out if the figure is really you (of course it is). you mumble a low m'sorry to him, brushing the remaining hair sticking to his hair and soothing over his cheeks with your thumb

leehan practically grins; his eyes shining despite the darkness of the room, dimples forming on his cheeks when his sleepy gaze eventually meets yours — honestly if this was how he was going to be woken up he may really sleep forever — leans into your hand like a cat and you can't help but coo and squish his cheeks even further (he rasps a giggle and you award it with a kiss to his lips)

WOONHAK

similarly to the others, woonhak can't help but melt into your hold like puddy. loves it when you do this — and it's often, because he enjoys the feeling of being taken care of (and the way you lean in and kiss him) despite being used to his members coddling him, he prefers it when you do it — there is something very gentle with the way you call his name

loves it even more when the two of you are outside just after he bids his basketball court friends goodbye to see you waiting for him by the bleachers — jogs up to you with grin on his face, chest heaving and sweat trinkling down his body ("did i do good?" leaves him first as he sits down, trying to catch his breath but his gaze never leaves you. (he really wants that answer)

and you smile, shifting yourself to stand in-between his legs and cup his sweaty face in your hands — and you the immediate moment when he falters, where his breath gets caught in his throat and he starts coughing. and you don't do anything to stop the laughter that falls out of you and when you stumble away he pulls you back so he can hold your hands firm against his face (he'll get sulky if he doesn't get a you did good kiss)

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jaehyun was sitting in the front, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one resting near the opened window. he had his sunglasses on - partially because he swears he looks cooler in them, partially because the sun was making it hard for him to drive without them.

and then there was sungho.

his blonde hair was pushed back by a pair of sunglasses sitting on top of his head, the black tank top accentuating his toned body in all the best ways. he was sitting comfortably, legs slightly spread, phone in his hand as he divided his focus between humming along to the song and picking what he should add to the queue next. his brows were slightly knit as he scrolled through his playlist, as if choosing another tune to play in the car was the most serious thing he had ever had to do. it took everything in you not to stare at him constantly.

you’ve known him for so long you almost forgot what life was without sungho by your side. ever the inseparable duo, you’ve stuck together through high school all the way to college - as other people came and went, he was the constant you so desperately needed in these confusing years. you knew you could always count on him for everything, ranging from studies through relationship advice all the way to helping you rearrange all the furniture in your room at three in the morning.

but as years went by, sungho changed. and so did you. not in a bad way whatsoever - it was only natural that the two of you grew into the young adults you were now, not entirely different from the two smiley teenagers you were when you first met but not quite the same. and with that change, the air around you seemed to shift as well.

sungho wasn’t the young boy with round glasses and an atrocious justin-bieber-like haircut anymore. his hair was bleached now, courtesy of myung jaehyun and his late night, self proclaimed genius ideas. he was much taller than before: definitely more toned, too. his face, although it stayed pretty much the same, has slightly changed with age - more mature, features sharper, defined.

sungho was a man now. a handsome one, at that.

but that was not a thought you paid much attention to. you shouldn’t. that’s not how friends think of each other.

the bag of snacks you packed for the drive was almost empty now - your eyes stared at the unopened bag of chips with longing, wondering whether you should eat it now or save it for later. after all, you still had three hours left before actually arriving, and that was if you won’t bump into any complications on the way.

with each passing minute you felt more irritated with the weather. on top of that, the urge to straighten out your limbs was growing rapidly and there wasn’t enough space in jaehyun’s car to actually do that.

the moment you saw a sign announcing a motorway exit to a gas station and noticed jaehyun driving off for a quick break you almost jumped with excitement.

‘ten minute break’ he announced, already unbuckling his seatbelt and turning the engine off. ‘if you’re not back in the car by then i’m leaving you here. for once i want us to actually arrive before the sun sets and the streets get dark.’

‘i still can’t believe you guys almost drove off without me!’ sungho sighed dramatically, opening the trunk of jaehyun’s car to retrieve the bags. you chuckled at the comment, seeing the defeated look on your friend’s face.

‘the look on your face was hilarious.’ jaehyun mumbled with a sly smile on his face, eyes scanning the inside of the car to make sure no one left anything inside.

‘it was not.’

‘it certainly was.’ sanghyuk nodded. sungho, defeated, turned to you - seeking for someone to back him up.

‘it was pretty funny.’ you admitted. sungho shot you a glare,but ultimately accepted his defeat, arms slouched just slightly.

you reached for your bag, arm extending towards where it was buried between suitcases and groceries. a grunt left your lips the moment you finally took it out of the trunk - you’ve almost forgotten how heavy it was, and it wasn’t helping that you had to carry it in this weather, while already being a sweaty mess.

sungho noticed immediately.

he took it from you without a sign of hesitation: holding it up with ease, his muscles slightly flexing in the process. he threw it over his shoulder, the other hand occupied with his own baggage.

‘i can carry it myself.’ you said. sungho just smiled.

‘no need.’ he mumbled, feet already walking towards the lake house. ‘i got it.’

it was merely a small act of service - a helping hand from a friend, nothing more. still, you couldn’t help the fluttering of your heart at sungho’s smile, a feeling you couldn’t shake off no matter how much you wanted to.

heat ran up to your face and ears almost immediately, and for a second you were glad the weather was so hot you couldn’t just your state on it.

soon enough you forgot about it, though. the joy of finally reaching the destination and seeing your friends, the picturesque landscape, the cozy atmosphere of the cabin and the already ongoing preparation of your first actual meal of the day took over you and drowned out any inappropriate thoughts of sungho for the time being. the house was filled with laughter, inside jokes, conversations about the activities planned for the next few days and the salivating smell of all the different foods being prepared.

yujin called you over to the kitchen, gaze focused on the knife in her right hand as she chopped up some fresh onion and garlic that she’d later use in the sauce.

‘we might have a teeny tiny problem.’ she said first thing as you walked up to her and you felt your body tense up at her words.

‘is it something serious?’ your question was quickly met with yujin shaking her head. you exhaled deeply, glad that the matter she was about to mention was rather a trivial one.

‘remember how i told you we have four bedrooms here?’ you nodded and yujin put the knife down for a second, turning in your direction. ‘the fourth one is, well, not furnished. last time we were here with my family, my little cousin broke the bedframe and i guess they haven’t yet replaced it. which brings me to another question.’

you listened attentively, letting your friend speak without an interruption.

‘me and jiheon already agreed to take a room together. and the married couple over there,’ she started explaining, hand motioning over to jaehyun and sanghyuk who were currently unpacking the rest of the groceries into the fridge as if it was a job that required two people ‘is surely going to be roommates too.’

‘so that leaves me and sungho.’

‘precisely.’

there wasn’t much wiggle room to try and change the arrangement that your friends already had - for a split second your mind went to the thoughts of sleeping on the couch, or somehow making three people fit in one room. not necessarily out of your own discomfort: more so from an innate fear of sungho finding the situation awkward.

‘have you asked his opinion on it?’

yujin nodded, back resting against the marble kitchen counter.

‘he said he’s alright with it. as long as you are too.’

a hint of a smile appeared on your face, as if that statement had somehow made you calmer about this whole situation. yujin’s lips curved up as well - satisfied and glad that there wasn’t any issue with the arrangement.

‘which room is it?’ you asked. your friend pointed to the stairs.

‘the first one on the left. your bags should already be there. i think i saw sungho carrying them upstairs.’

when you went there to check the room out, sungho was already there.

‘seems like you’re stuck with me as usual.’

sungho smiled gently, eyes looking up following your frame as you entered the room. he was kneeling on the floor right next to his opened bag, searching through its contents for what you could only guess were his toiletries.

‘i wouldn’t want it any other way.’

the sheer softness in his voice sent a tingling feeling through your body. you pushed it down - ignoring it, not letting your mind dwell on the warmth spreading across your chest as he smiled at you, the sweetness in his tone whenever he spoke to you.

you had to remind yourself he was just being himself. sungho was friendly in this exact way to everyone you knew. there was no special treatment, no underlying emotions on his side that would’ve made this into anything more than just being nice.

deciding to shift your thoughts to something else your eyes roamed around the room - taking in the view outside the window, the cozy decor, the slightly creaked door leading to a private bathroom. you smiled to yourself, more than satisfied with the fact that this trip will be spared of the games of rock-paper-scissors and drawing straws to decide the order in which you’d shower. less chaos, more relaxation. it sounded perfect.

sungho opened his mouth - seemingly wanting to say something - but was beaten to it by jaehyun’s voice echoing through the house, loudly announcing that the food was ready.

the group fell back into the usual routine - bickering over who gets to eat the last portion, conversation flowing naturally, jokes being thrown at the expense of everyone sitting at the table. it was exactly what you needed after the most tiring exam season you’ve faced yet: a getaway from the big city, from adult responsibilities, from studying until you fell asleep with your textbooks sprawled around your beds or with your head laying uncomfortably on top of the desk. everything went back to normal.

even the king sized bed you were meant to share with sungho for the next few days suddenly didn’t seem to be much of an issue.

you and sungho agreed to stick to your side of the bed, with you occupying the right while he took the left. it wasn’t the worst scenario you could’ve possibly been in - both of you had your own covers and enough space to comfortably sprawl out like you’d normally do in your own bed. there was nothing about this that could go wrong. nothing that would make it awkward between the two of you.

waking up to the sight of sungho’s face mere milimeters from yours, the sound of his snoring disturbing your peaceful sleep time has definitely not been what you expected.

throughout the night, sungho must’ve instinctively scooted over to your side of the bed - maybe due to it being closer to the window and the fresh air, maybe just because he rolled over in his sleep. but alas, the moment you opened your eyes, just enough to stare at the outside world, there he was: park sungho, eyes closed, messy hair falling on his forehead.

he looked peaceful. calm. relaxed.

cute.

and then there were the horrendous noises he was making with his mouth.

sungho was an avid snorer. you’ve learned that over the course of your friendship - sleepovers weren’t uncommon for you two so it wasn’t surprising that you’ve heard them before. but not like that. not from this close.

he sounded like a lawnmower engine. a very loud lawnmower engine right next to your ear.

you couldn’t help but let out a little huff of laughter at the sound. but then, as your mind slowly woke up more and more, you started noticing other things.

like the fact that sungho was laying close. extremely so - his leg haunched over yours, your noses almost bumping. almost as if he’d cuddled you by accident.

the realisation hit you in a wave of warmth across your face, and suddenly you felt the need for some fresh air. a cold shower. preferably both.

slowly but surely, and with the carefulness of a teenager trying to sneak out, you managed to get yourself out of the bed without waking sungho up - the weight of his leg no longer trapping you from moving. you made your way downstairs as quietly as you could, convinced that everyone would still be sleeping.

‘already awake?’

jaehyun’s voice cut through the silence, startling you. he chuckled at your reaction, turning back to the coffee he was making.

‘i could ask you the same question.’ you mumbled, plopping down on the bar stool in front of the kitchen counter. ‘i don’t remember you waking up this early even once during this entire semester.’

‘i’m a selective early bird, what can i say.’ he answered, hand reaching up to get his hair out of his face. ‘want a coffee?’

you nodded in response, thankful that he offered you one - with just how early you woke up today, a bit of caffeine would definitely help you survive the day.

the next few minutes were filled with silence: jaehyun making the coffee while you scrolled through your phone, head resting against the wall, eyes barely staying open.

jaehyun put the coffee mug down in front of you, eyes scanning your face.

‘so, will you answer my question?’ he sat down next to you, reaching for his own drink in the process. you took a sip of the coffee, a questioning look on your face. ‘about why are you awake at this hour. i think i explicitly remember you saying you’ll use this trip to sleep in for as long as you possibly can.’

‘sungho’s snoring woke me up.’ the previous smile on your face contorted into something much more resembling a grimace. ‘i think i’ll have to wear ear plugs to sleep. but even then, i might still be able to hear it.’

jaehyun chuckled, the sound of his laughter barely audible.

‘yeah, no. i think even the great wall of china won’t help you with that one.’

you continued the conversation as more people gathered downstairs - the topics switching from instagram reels, through brainstorming ideas for dinner all the way to whether jaehyun would win in a fight against jiheon, an argument which happened surprisingly often within your friend group, each time gaining new points for and against both parties.

and yet amongst all of this, there was still no sign of sungho.

you assumed he might be sleeping - after a long drive like the one you had yesterday, let alone the exams which almost sucked the life out of all of you. it was only natural that he wanted to rest. but no matter how hard you tried, thoughts of him didn’t leave your mind.

the group decided to move their conversations outside the building and into the pool: another one of the many amazing qualities of this lakehouse. you decided to hang out inside for a little longer, though, walking up the stairs and back to your shared room.

you were surprised to find it empty.

sitting down on the edge of the bed, you decided to search for your swimming suit, scouring through your belongings to see if you even packed one to begin with. it wasn’t long before you heard the bathroom door open - sungho stepping out, humming a tune you’ve heard from him countless times before. instinctively, you looked up at him.

his blonde hair was still slightly damp, messy strands falling onto his forehead. he didn’t even bother pushing them away - knowing that they’d fall back down sooner or later. he had a pair of black shorts on, one’s that you recognised from when the two of you went on a small shopping spree as a self-gift for just how hard you’ve worked during the winter semester. the tank top he was wearing seemed tight compared to the other ones he owned - fitting his body like a glove, hugging his toned stomach and chest almost perfectly.

you might’ve stared for a little too long. been a little too obvious.

‘do i have something on my face?’ sungho asked, and you immediately shook your head, turning your eyes back towards your clothes, half of them now laid out on the floor in what you could only describe as one big mess. sungho was puzzled by your reaction - but there was a hint of a smile on his face at the same time.

he sat down right next to you, eyes trailing down to the pile of clothes on the floor.

‘are you searching for something?’ sungho leaned closer to you, watching as you looked through the stuff. ‘or just making a mess that you won’t clean up for the entire trip?’

your head shot up, a cartoonishly offended look on your face.

‘like you’re one to talk. don’t forget that you’re the one who has dirty socks laying around your apartment.’

‘oh come on! they were jaehyun’s!’ sungho sighed, rolling his eyes.

you stuck your tongue at him playfully. he chuckled.

‘i was looking for my swimsuit, actually.’ you mentioned once you got back to searching through your clothes. ‘although i’m not sure if i even packed it.’

‘you did.’

‘huh?’

sungho leaned down slightly. his hand gently came up to yours, grabbing it and moving it out the way before he reached deeper inside your bag, brows knitted in focus. it wasn’t even ten seconds before he pulled out your swimsuit out of the bag - both the top and the bottom, too - proudly holding it up in his hand like he just found treasure.

‘how did you-‘

‘i was there when you were packing.’ he said before you were able to finish.

‘you were sitting on your phone, though. i didn’t think you were paying attention.’ you admitted, taking your swimsuit from him with a quiet thank you.

‘i always pay attention.’ he mumbled. ‘more than you probably realise.’

his smile was soft in a way that felt oddly unfamiliar - a word which you thought didn’t exist between you and sungho. it was filled with adoration. longing, even. emotions you didn’t expect to see on your best friend’s face, let alone directed at you.

but that couldn’t have been the case. surely you were just imagining things.

you couldn’t quite put a finger on what felt different.

on a surface level, everything was the same - everyone was having fun, relaxing and taking full advantage of the free time you all had. and yet despite all of this, something felt off. something shifted.

there were moments where you didn’t feel it as much: social settings make it easy for any nagging thoughts and feelings to go away for the time being, after all. but then sungho would sit next to you and all of a sudden the air around would shift, the vibe changing almost completely. you started noticing things you once would’ve dismissed as just him being friendly - the way he was always the first one to come running when you needed help with something, even as trivial as getting the cereal from the top shelf, the way he would always find a way to sit close to you, the way he laughed a little harder at your jokes compared to everyone else’s. you weren’t sure whether he was always like that, or whether his actions intensified now. you weren’t even sure if it was real or just a figment of your own imagination - your mind playing tricks on you due to the repressed feelings you had for sungho. feelings that were growing harder to ignore with each passing minute.

especially since sungho was always so…. close.

a hand hovering near your waist when he wanted to make sure you didn't trip. an arm loosely laying behind you on the sofa. knees barely grazing each other when he’d plop down next to you on the bed, ready to sleep. every slight touch, every light contact made your breath hitch in your throat and your heart beat a little faster, that familiar fluttering sensation in your stomach.

and now the two of you were alone - with the remaining four members of the friendgroup collectively deciding to go on a grocery run as the amount of foods in the fridge lessened by the day, now reduced only to a couple beers and a pack of cheese sticks.

you were sprawled out on the sofa with your legs resting on the table in front of it, a reality show playing in the background as you scrolled through social media when you suddenly felt the mattress shift under someone’s weight on its other end. sungho silently plopped down - phone in hand and the last remaining pack of chips in the other.

sungho laughed at something playing on his phone and your eyes immediately shot up with curiosity. he noticed.

he scooted closer to you - enough to be able to comfortably show you the video, but not too much so as not to invade your space. an old video of him, jaehyun and sanghyuk played on his phone, one that you remembered you recorded for them on jaehyun’s birthday. sungho couldn’t help but laugh as he replayed the memory of smashing a cake into his friend’s face, the sound of his laughter filling the room.

you, however, couldn’t focus on that recording: too enthralled with the way his face seemed to light up, his bright smile making your heart flutter.

‘is everything alright?’ his voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to reality in a matter of seconds. you nodded quickly, in an attempt to save face in front of him.

‘of course it is.’ you mumbled. ‘why wouldn’t it be?’

‘you didn’t laugh at the video.’

you looked at sungho’s phone, then back at him.

‘oh, right. i just dozed off, i think.’

sungho nodded slowly as if taking in your answer, body relaxing on the couch just slightly, as if still unsure whether to take your word for it and leave you be or dig deeper. the moment you saw him put his phone down you immediately knew it would be the latter.

sungho shifted in his seat so that he was now facing you, eyes scanning your face, and suddenly you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

‘are you sure everything’s alright?’ he asked once again, now diligently watching the way you shyed away, your eyes looking everywhere but at him.

‘i’m sure.’ you said, but you knew by the change in your tone of voice that sungho will immediately know you’re lying - especially with the way he shook his head softly, a slight chuckle leaving his lips.

‘i’m positive it’s not.’ he said. you shot him a glare, looking away almost immediately.

‘it is.’

‘you’re avoiding eye contact.’

‘that doesn’t prove anything.’

‘it does with you. you always do it when you lie.’

of course he noticed. of course park sungho noticed.

his eyes didn’t leave your face for a second - scanning your features with precision, almost as if he was trying to figure out the source of your behavior himself.

a sigh left your lips.

you thought about your options for a second. there was truly no way around it anymore - with your feelings affecting the way you acted around sungho more and more with each passing day, you had no chance at hiding it any longer. not with just how well he knew you: your mannerisms, your habits, being able to spot how you’re feeling in a matter of seconds. sungho could read you like a book - and even though in this very moment he couldn’t yet decipher the words on its pages, you were sure that he would soon. and it made you afraid. terrified, even.

sungho was still looking at you - eyes full of concern mixed with something else, a warm, welcoming smile gracing his face as if trying to encourage you to speak.

you inhaled sharply, finally deciding to look up at him, all while fighting with yourself to actually speak up. he didn’t rush you - didn’t move from his seat, his gaze still gentle and full of care.

you exhaled slowly, than inhaled again.

‘i’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about-‘

‘we’re back!’

you jumped, startled by jaehyun’s sudden yell from the hall, a wave of voices and conversations following right after him. inside, you weren’t sure whether you wanted to thank him or curse him out - the idea of delaying your conversation with sungho made you feel conflicted.

sungho got called over to help with carrying the bags: which he went to do, but not before shooting you an apologetic look that could only mean he was sorry you got cut off this way. soon, you also got occupied - jiheon and yujin insisting that you should be on the grill today while the rest focused on making the sides and setting the big table on the terrace.

as much as you wanted to be present and in the moment, enjoying it with your friends, you couldn’t help but think about sungho.

would he ask you to finish the conversation once you’re all in your rooms and ready to sleep? would he ignore anything even happened, dismissing the whole thing? you weren’t quite sure which one you’d want to be the reality.

you purposely sat at the other end of the table - eyes focused on your plate, laughing along with the others when someone said something particularly funny. but you didn’t have to look up to know that sungho’s eyes were on you. you could feel it all the time without fail: almost as if he was waiting for you to look back at him, trying to get a read on you but seemingly failing as he kept getting distracted by sanghyuk’s jokes and jiheon’s stories.

all your friends seemed blissfully unaware of the tension between you two - so thick you could cut it with a knife - and continued their conversations until they were slightly tipsy and far too tired to sit around the table. one by one, they retreated to their rooms: leaving you and sungho alone, once again. the duties of cleaning everything up were left to the two of you: considering that the rest went out of their way to get all the groceries, it was only fair that way.

you worked on cleaning the table in perfect silence, loading the dishwasher and securing what was left of the food so that it won’t go bad. even the. you couldn’t focus on your task fully: not with the way sungho kept glancing in your direction. eventually you finished your part of the chores, though - and took it as your chance to disappear into your bedroom.

maybe if you fell asleep quickly, you would be spared from the conversation with sungho.

but the universe had other plans.

you were almost done brushing your teeth - not wanting to miss that step no matter how much time it would take - when sungho carefully opened the bathroom door.

he stood there, in the doorframe, eyes focused on you as he leaned against the wall, his voice gentle yet firm.

‘we didn’t finish our conversation earlier.’

your breath hitched for a second before you exhaled slowly, your heart rate speeding up all of a sudden even though you tried to calm yourself down. you finished brushing your teeth - putting the toothbrush away as you turned to face him, giving him a small smile.

‘oh, it’s nothing important actually.’ you said, trying your best to sound as convincing as you could. ‘you can forget it, really.’

sungho stood in silence for a second before taking a step forward. then another. he soon stood right in front of you - eyes still not leaving yours, his expression a bit more serious than before.

‘we both know you’re not telling the truth right now.’ his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. ‘you know you can tell me anything, right?’

you managed to finally look up at him - unsure of what you were going to see on his face, heart racing even more now that he was standing only one step from you. you could practically feel the heat radiating from his body.

‘i’m afraid this one is an exception.’ you muttered, eyes locked with his. sungho reached out for your hand, squeezing it gently in a sign of support, a soft smile gracing his face.

‘try me.’

you took a deep breath before you even dared speaking.

‘i have feelings for you.’ you finally blurted out, your chest heavy and cheeks flushed. ‘i have for a while now. i wanted to ignore it, i really did - coming to terms with their existence meant that our friendship would be ruined and that was the last thing i wanted to go through, you know? you matter too much to me for me to let that happen so i thought if i just hide them well they’d go away. well, turns out i was wrong. no matter how hard i tried, i still couldn’t change the way i feel about you. and as unfortunate as it is, i do love you. and i’m afraid that love isn’t as platonic as i always thought it was.’

sungho stood there in silence - eyes slightly wider than usual, as if what you just said was a complete surprise to him - and that second without an answer was enough to make you panic and let go of his hand.

‘i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable with my confession.’ you added suddenly, words much more rushed than before, your breath slightly shaky. ‘you can forget i said anything and-‘

sungho’s lips were on yours in no time, cutting you off mid sentence, and all the thoughts spiralling in your head stopped completely.

his hand found its way to the small of your back, steadying you as his other hand reached up to cup your cheek. the kiss was sweet but intense at the same time - as if he’s been waiting for it just as long as you did. his lips moved against yours in unison, thumb rubbing circles on your lower back.

you were sure that sungho could hear just how loud your heart was beating, your chest mere millimeters from his. the whole situation was overwhelming all your senses: you felt like it was taken straight out of your dreams.

sungho pulled away after a hot minute - only then did you realise his face was almost as red as yours, the embarrassment of his sudden action finally catching up to him.

‘i hope that clarified where i stand in all of this.’ he mumbled, hand still resting on your back, as if he was physically unable to move away from you now that he finally got to be this close. ‘and just in case it didn’t, i’ll say it, too - i love you. and i always have. even when you ruined my halloween costume in eighth grade.’

you laughed at the memory, forehead resting on sungho’s chest.

the sound of sungho yawning made you look up at him once more, a gentle smile on your face as you noticed how tired he was. you picked up your phone from next to the sink and checked the time, only to see it was already two in the morning.

‘we should head to sleep.’ you mumbled, hand tugging his as you made your way towards the bed. ‘we can save walking down memory lane for another evening.’

sungho smiled, nodding along to your words as he reached for his pajamas. after a few minutes of freshening himself up before sleep, he was back by your side - a smile gracing his features as he laid down next to you.

‘does that mean i get to cuddle you to sleep?’ he asked, hand reaching towards your waist. you could feel that familiar tingling sensation in your stomach again: only now you weren’t so afraid of that feeling anymore.

you nodded in response and before you knew it, sungho was latched onto you like a koala bear. you couldn’t help but chuckle at just how quick he was with his movements, spooning you like it was his life’s purpose.

sungho placed a kiss on your cheek, hugging you from behind as he got comfortable on the bed.

‘we’ll have to tell the others.’ you mumbled. sungho chuckled, planting another kiss near your temple.

‘we have tomorrow to worry about that,’ he muttered quietly, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. ‘for now i want to enjoy getting to cuddle with my favorite person.’

The first time he walked into her bakery, it was raining.

It wasn’t dramatic, thunder-cracking. Just a soft, steady drizzle that made the windows fog and turned the street outside into a watercolor painting.

Y/N was behind the counter dusting powdered sugar over a tray of lemon crinkle cookies when the bell above the door chimed.

He stepped in like he wasn’t sure he belonged there.

Soft hoodie. Damp hair. Hands tucked into his sleeves.

The kind of face that looked permanently thoughtful, like he was always halfway through a daydream.

He glanced around slowly, taking in the warm lights, the chalkboard menu, the glass display glowing with croissants and tarts and neatly piped cupcakes.

His eyes lingered on everything like it mattered.

He ordered a simple vanilla bean scone and an iced latte. Nothing special. Nothing off-script.

But when she handed him the bag, their fingers brushed, and he gave her the smallest, shyest smile.

He came back the next day.

And the next. And the next.

By the end of the week, she had memorized his order. He would stand in line quietly, hands folded, gaze drifting toward whatever she was baking that morning.

He always looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it.

Until one random Tuesday.

“Do you ever make donuts?” he asked, voice soft, almost careful.

It caught her off guard. Donuts weren’t on the menu.

She specialized in pastries, artisan breads, delicate things that required precision and patience.

“Not usually,” she told him.

He nodded like he expected that answer.

But there was this tiny flicker of disappointment in his eyes that made something in her chest tug.

The next week, there was a small sign taped to the display case.

Today’s special: brown butter glazed donuts. 🍩

He noticed immediately.

The way his expression changed, subtle, but so real it made the early morning she’d spent frying and glazing worth it. He bought two. Then he paused before leaving.

“They’re really good,” he said quietly. Like he meant it more than he let on.

After that, it became a pattern.

He’d request something not on the menu. Something oddly specific.

Matcha cream puffs with less sugar. Strawberry basil danishes. Cinnamon rolls with orange zest in the glaze.

Things that required experimenting, testing, rebalancing flavors.

And she would pretend to consider it casually.

Then stay up late perfecting it.

He never made a big deal out of it. He’d just come in, see the little handwritten “limited special” sign, and that shy almost-smile would appear again.

Sometimes he’d sit at the window seat and eat slowly, watching the street.

Sometimes he’d bring a notebook and scribble in it between bites.

It didn’t take long for her to start looking forward to him.

Not just as a customer. Not even just as a familiar face.

But as him.

The way he always thanked her like she’d done him a favor. The way he’d linger just a second longer at the counter.

The way his eyes softened when he talked about flavors, like he experienced food in full color while the rest of the world lived in grayscale.

One evening, after closing, she found herself packaging up a test batch of lavender honey cookies.

On impulse, she snapped a picture and sent it to the number he’d finally given her a week ago.

too floral? be honest.

He replied almost instantly.

never too floral.

It became their thing.

Late night texts about flavors. Photos of half-frosted cakes.

Voice notes of her laughing when something flopped completely.

He’d send pictures of empty boxes with captions like i did my research.

Eventually, “stop by the shop tomorrow” turned into “come over and try this before I put it on the menu.”

The first time he came to her house, he brought a tiny potted plant.

“For the kitchen,” he said, cheeks faintly pink.

She pretended not to notice how carefully he took his shoes off at the door.

How he hovered near the counter, hands clasped behind his back, watching her move around her own space like it was something sacred.

Her kitchen was warmer than the bakery. Smaller but a lot messier.

Bowls stacked in the sink, flour dusting the counter like snow. Music playing softly in the background.

He fit there strangely well.

He’d lean against the counter while she plated samples, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal his wrists.

He’d taste everything seriously, like he was a judge on a competition show. Brows furrowed. Head tilted.

Then he’d look at her with that quiet sincerity and tell her exactly what he thought.

Not harsh. Not overly sweet.

Just honest.

She trusted his palate. But more than that, she trusted the way he made her feel when she was creating. Like what she made mattered.

Weeks turned into months.

Her menu slowly filled with items that had once been “off the menu.” Customers started asking for the orange zest cinnamon rolls regularly. The matcha cream puffs sold out by noon.

She never told them who had requested them first.

Some things felt too personal to share.

One afternoon, he didn’t come.

It shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did. But she kept glancing at the door every time the bell chimed.

That night, her phone buzzed.

can i come over tomorrow? i made something.

She stared at the message longer than necessary.

The next day, she cleaned the kitchen twice.

When he arrived, he wasn’t empty-handed.

He held a small white box carefully in both hands like it was fragile. His hair was slightly messy, and he looked more nervous than usual.

There was a faint dusting of flour on his sleeve.

“I tried,” he said softly, setting the box down.

Inside were donuts.

Not perfect ones. The glaze was slightly uneven. One was shaped a little lopsided. But they were clearly made with care.

She looked at him.

Then back at the donuts.

Then at him again.

“You’ve been making everything I ask for,” he continued, voice steadier now.

“So I thought, maybe, I should try making something for you.”

Her chest felt tight in the best way.

She picked one up, the glaze still faintly tacky. Took a bite.

It was warm, soft, and sweet. Maybe a little too sweet but also slightly dense.

But still perfect to her.

She didn’t tease him about the texture. Didn’t analyze the crumb structure or the glaze ratio.

Instead, she smiled in a way that made his shoulders relax immediately.

He watched her like her reaction mattered more than anything.

There was a pause.

A quiet one.

The kind that feels heavy but not uncomfortable.

He swallowed, then stepped a little closer.

“I didn’t just come to show you those,” he admitted.

Her heartbeat betrayed her.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper.

When he opened it, she saw messy handwriting—his handwriting—listing flavors.

Vanilla bean. Brown butter glaze. Lavender honey. Strawberry basil.

All the things that had started this.

“You keep making things that aren’t on the menu,” he said. “For me.”

His eyes met hers fully now. No hesitation. No half-glances.

“I was wondering if maybe…” He exhaled softly. “If maybe I could be something that’s not on the menu too.”

It was awkward. A little cheesy. Completely him.

Her answer came without hesitation.

“Yes.”

The relief that washed over his face was almost unfairly endearing.

Like he’d been bracing for rejection this whole time and couldn’t quite believe he didn’t get it.

She stepped closer first.

Closed the space between them.

The kitchen smelled like sugar and fried dough and something new.

His hand hovered near her waist before settling there carefully, like he was still asking for permission even after she’d given it.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie.

For a second, they just stood there.

Breathing the same air.

Smiling in that quiet, soft way people do when something finally makes sense.

The kiss wasn’t dramatic.

No fireworks. No cinematic spin. Just warm and gentle.

Sweet in the way fresh glaze is sweet—simple, not overwhelming.

He tasted faintly like powdered sugar.

When they pulled apart, their foreheads brushed.

He laughed under his breath, soft and a little disbelieving.

She nudged the donut box toward him.

“Next time,” she murmured, barely louder than the hum of the kitchen, “we’ll perfect the glaze.”

He smiled, but this time? It wasn’t his normal shy smile.

And somehow, she knew he’d keep coming back, whether there was a sign on the menu or not.

you moan out loudly as sungho's dick sinks into your needy messy hole, his thrusts punctuating the way you vocalise his name - "mm! sungho! sungho! it's too m - much!"

sungho just laughs lowly as he spots jaehyun's eyes peek around the door of his room, eyes wide as he drinks in the scene: you - a mess and drooling in sungho's arms as his cock disappears into your cunt, obscene squelches and the sound of skin slapping onto skin, and your boobs that are on full display for him, littered with red marks from sungho's earlier ministrations. sungho's blond hair that falls into his eyes, his groans that shoot straight towards jaehyun's dick, and the way his hips snap into yours...

jaehyun tries his best not to moan out loud - his hand pumping his own cock in the same rhythm of sungho's thrusts. sure, he sometimes would stick his ear to the door whenever you and sungho think you're being quiet and get himself off like that, but sungho always had his door locked when you two were getting down - so getting a visual is totally new territory that turns him on to no end. quiet whines escape his lips as he watches, his hand probably nothing compared to being in your cute cunt.

"sungho, i'm cumming!" you whine out. sungho delivers one last thrust and jaehyun has to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from letting out a pathetic moan when he sees you squirt all over sungho's cock, falling to the bed while sungho slaps your pussy - making you cry out in pleasure and pain as your cunt gushes some more. jaehyun's tongue lolls out as he pants - he'd do anything to just get a taste of you that didn't involve digging through sungho's laundry basket and desperately looking for your used panties.

jaehyun's own hand quickens when he sees sungho fuck you through your orgasm, every time he draws back another gush of water squirting out onto the bedsheets below. so, so close! jaehyun thinks as he screws his eyes shut and spurts all over his hand as he keens, nearly falling over as he sees sungho's cum cover your ass in white, splattering over your back as he strokes himself to climax. sungho's groan reverberates as jaehyun pants, quickly stuffing his cock back in his pants before sungho catches him.

but of course, sungho does.

"come here - you stupid mutt," sungho leans against the doorframe, and jaehyun gulps as he's dragged into sungho's bedroom, the smell of sex and sweat still in the air.

sungho more or less throws jaehyun onto the bed beside you, and jaehyun trembles in anticipation as you giggle and trace a finger down his jaw.

"you like what you see, jaehyun?" you whisper into his ear and he whimpers, his cock straining against the confines of his sweats.

sungho scoffs, "of course he does, he's a fucking pervert."

fuck, you knew you found him attractive and stuff, but this was ridiculous. you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him - but all you can think about is how good he looks in the low light, and how much you need him, and how he'd sound when you take his cock into your mouth and -

you nearly slap yourself - jesus christ, [y/n].

"it's hot in here, isn't it?" you pull on your collar and riwoo's eyes immediately zero in on the skin that flashes beneath.

"riwoo?" you ask again when he doesn't respond, reaching out to touch his hand.

"mm?" he moans slightly when your fingers touch him, his eyes immediately widening as his face flushes, "yeah, it's really h - hot."

you pull back and your body immediately craves the contact again. "sorry," you end up mumbling, biting your lip and riwoo just nods, folding in further into himself against a rack of clothing.

your mind races a mile a minute, your cunt dripping at this point. you close your eyes again and this time let your mind wander - maybe it'd give you some relief from the heat. you think about how you'd let riwoo bend you over, fuck messily into your cunt with his cock and use you as his own personal toy.

it's no use, you sigh angrily to yourself, shifting against the pillow that was now under you to find some kind of relief and friction.

"please -" riwoo chokes out, "don't do that."

"do what?" you snap, irritated your release was interrupted.

"g - grind against the pillow," riwoo whines, "it's so fucking hot."

"oh," you breathe out. you can't help but whimper at the sound of his voice calling you hot and riwoo's entire body seems to react, his hips bucking as he lets out another whine, a wet spot emerging on his pants as he throws his head back into the shelves.

"d - did you just..." you swallow harshly and riwoo just pants.

"i - i don't know why -"

"that was really hot," you interrupt before he can continue, crawling over to his corner, "can i help you?"

"haa - what?" riwoo pants as you paw at his bulge, before his rationality flies out the window and he's nodding furiously, "fuck - yes, just - just help me."

not a moment too soon - you grab at his belt and he helps you with clumsy hands to unbuckle them and push his soiled pants and boxers off - just enough for his dick to be released. you moan at just the sight of his cock, leaking at the tip.

"so pretty," you mumble, your hand wrapping around his base as your tongue darts out to lick at his precum, "want it in me so bad."

"want you too," riwoo manages between his gasps when you start to twist your wrist around his base, "want you so bad."

he lets out a pornographic moan when your lips finally close around his dick, his hips immediately jumping up at the feeling of his dick in your mouth. you start sucking desperately, moaning at the taste of riwoo on your tongue as his whines reach your ears and his cock hits the back of your throat. it doesn't take long for him to cum, whatever making you two hot for each other clearly affecting his sensitivity as well.

he moans when you hum around his dick, your mouth full of his white sticky seed as you reluctantly pull yourself off him. you swallow what you have in your mouth and riwoo whines again, incredibly turned on.

"fuck -" riwoo's eyes are blown out when you push him back and straddle him, grinding your clothed pussy against his sensitive, still-hard dick.

"need you," you whine, relishing in the friction, "you have to help me too!"

riwoo nods dumbly and helps you out your pants and panties, "so cute -" he stutters, holding up your panties like he's won a prize and mouth watering at the smell of your arousal.

"c - can i?" you ask, your bare pussy hovering over his dick as he nods eagerly in response.

you drink in the image of him, cheeks flushed, shirt riding up, his involuntary noises as his hips jump and twitch at the slightest bit of contact. his pants are still at his feet and your own shorts are thrown somewhere into the racks of clothes behind you. you reach forward and help him out of his shirt and he manages to kick his pants off. you pull your own shirt off before crashing your lips into his - it's messy, wet, and heated.

you lower yourself onto him, feeling his dick stretch you open deliciously as you take his cock inch by inch, shuddering as your eyes roll into the back of your head. god - you could cum just from the feeling of him filling you up full.

"fuck!" riwoo cries out as he feels the heat of your pussy clench around him. he stares up at you when you start to move, bouncing on his dick desperately as your hands come down to rub circles on your clit, hellbent on climaxing. his eyes flickering between your cute cunt, your perfect tits, and your slightly parted mouth. your cute 'aah, mmh!' noises drive him crazy, and he can't help but thrust upwards, eagerly fucking you on his dick as you grind down on him.

"feels so good," you moan, your hair falling into your face as riwoo stares adoringly up at you. somewhere deep inside you, you understand this could just be a one time thing - that it could just be a case of desperate times calls for desperate measures - so you decide to savour it. savour the way his tip brushes against your sweet spot and the feeling of how he fills you up, the way he has the cutest whines and moans and the way he's calling out your name.

"touch me," you whimper, pulling on his hands and letting him cup your breasts, "does it feel good?"

"haa - feels perfect," riwoo babbles, hands worshipping your tits, "you're perfect."

his words send a shiver down your spine and something in you breaks. "oh my god," you moan, falling forward as you cum on his cock, your entire body shuddering as pleasure overwhelms you and your slick coats his cock. riwoo holds you up as he chases his own release, hands gripped on your hip as he continues to rut up into you relentlessly, almost uncaring about your wrecked sobs and sensitive cunt as he continues to fuck up into you.

"so so good," riwoo whines as he buries his head into your shoulder, "you're so good."

your entire body is jostled by his rough movements, your perfect tits bouncing in his face as you let him take over, thrusting into your heat.

"cumming!" you hear him moan out.

"yes - please! cum in me!" you beg, and riwoo responds accordingly, whining deep in his throat as hot, sticky ropes of cum fill your needy hole.

"can't stop!" riwoo whines, "can't stop cumming."

but he eventually does, after what seems to be loads of cum he empties in you.

"haa - ah," you breathe out, feeling his cum leak out of your spent cunt when you pull off him. it's hot and lewd and somehow it makes you even more insatiable for more.

"shit," riwoo curses as he comes down from his high, "what was that?"

"i - i don't know," you feel the embarrassment hit you like a tidal wave as you feel around for your shirt, even if your cunt clenches around nothing and globs of white continue to leak out of you.

"i liked it though," you whip your head around at riwoo's quiet comment, only to feel his fingers slip in between your thighs.

"wait - riwoo," you can't help but let out a moan at the feeling of his fingers teasing your entrance, dipping back in to stuff your cunt back with his cum.

You don’t talk much. Too little, maybe.

But the silence isn’t awkward.

Riwoo takes one earbud out and turns it between his fingers absentmindedly. Sometimes he looks at you. Sometimes out the window. Every time your eyes meet, something tightens.

He doesn’t offer you the earbud.

Doesn’t tell you what he’s listening to.

He’s just… there.

Present.

Aware.

When there’s a bit of turbulence, you notice his arm tense slightly. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t move when your elbow brushes against his.

At some point, you realize he’s watching you while you pretend to sleep.

He doesn’t look away when you open your eyes.

“Do you always look at people like that?” you ask, half joking.

“Only when something interests me.”

He doesn’t explain further.

The landing comes too fast.

People start standing up. Riwoo doesn’t move. Neither do you.

You look at each other.

He tilts his head slightly.

“Guess this is where our coincidence ends.”

He doesn’t sound disappointed.

But not indifferent either.

You bite your lip.

“I guess so.”

Silence.

He keeps looking at you.

Doesn’t reach for his phone.

Doesn’t ask.

He just waits.

And then you understand.

“Can I… ask for your number?”

The smile that spreads across his face is slow. Satisfied. Like he knew from the beginning this would happen.

“Sure.”

He hands you his phone.

“I knew you’d ask.”

When you step off the plane, you don’t know if it was fate, coincidence…or simply that some things, like important earbuds,

fall exactly where they’re meant to.

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🏹When Teasing Turns Dangerous:

Pairing: Sungho x Reader

Warnings: Mild sexual tension, teasing/flirting, suggestive situations, playful innuendo

Summary:Sungho comes over and notices you in your oversized t-shirt and underwear. Playful teasing turns into a charged moment, and one mischievous kiss changes everything.

When you open the door, you don’t think anything weird.

You’re just like you are at home.

An oversized t-shirt, way too big.

Underwear.

Bare feet on the cold floor.

"Ah, you’re here" you say calmly, stepping aside to let him in.

Sungho freezes.

He doesn’t enter immediately.

He looks at you for a fraction of a second longer than usual… then quickly looks away, almost clumsily.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him immediately. The click of the lock sounds louder than necessary.

"Do you always… dress like this?" he asks, clearing his throat, his gaze fixed everywhere except on you.

You blink, genuinely confused.

"Like how? Comfortable?" you ask, looking down at your clothes as if you’re noticing them for the first time.

Ah.

So that was it.

You’re wearing your usual at-home outfit.

Comfortable underwear.

An oversized t-shirt that barely covers the essentials.

Nothing new for you.

But it is for him.

"Yeah" you shrug. "It’s my place".

That’s all you say.

All you need to say to make something shift in his expression.

Sungho swallows hard.

"Y/N…" he says quietly. "You should… at least lock the door."

"Does it make you nervous?" you ask, pretending innocence as you walk past him, slow, deliberate.

His shoulders tense instantly.

"It’s not that."

He runs a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze.

'It’s just…" he sighs. "I don’t want anyone to see you like this."

You raise an eyebrow, amused.

He’s lying. Horribly.

And you decide to have some fun.

You stretch to grab something from a high shelf, fully aware of what you’re doing. You feel his gaze on you for a second… two… until he abruptly turns away.

"You’re doing this on purpose" he murmurs.

"Doing what?"

You turn to face him, leaning against the counter.

Now he’s staring at you.

Shoulders tense.

Breathing heavier.

"Acting like you don’t know the effect you have."

You laugh softly.

"Sungho, you’re overreacting."

And that’s when it breaks.

He takes a step toward you. Just one step.

But it closes the entire distance between you.

"I’m not overreacting" he says. "I’ve spent whole days acting normal when you do this." " When you get close." "When you look at me like that without realizing it."

Your smile fades slightly.

"Like how?"

He raises his hand, hesitates for a second… and stops it just inches from your waist. He doesn’t touch you.

"Like you don’t know it’s hard for me to contain myself."

The silence thickens.

Your heart beats faster.

"And why are you holding back so much?" you ask quietly.

Sungho looks at you like that’s the most dangerous question you could have asked.

"Because I care about you" he replies. "And I didn’t want to cross a line that you don’t even know exists."

You stay still.

Then, very slowly, you close the distance he didn’t dare to.

"Maybe…" you murmur "you should stop assuming what I don’t know."

His eyes darken slightly.

This time, when he takes your waist, you don’t pull away.

"Don’t tease me" he whispers " if you don’t want me to stop holding back."

And the way he says it…

you know it’s already too late to regret it.

Without thinking too much, you lean in and give him a quick, playful kiss, just brushing your lips against his.

Sungho’s eyes widen, his breath quickening slightly, and for a moment it looks like he’s about to say something… but you smile mischievously and pull away, breaking free from his hold.

"bye!" "you say, pretending innocence as you dash to your bedroom. "I think I need to… prepare something."

Sungho freezes in the kitchen, jaw slightly dropped, eyes fixed on the door where you disappeared.

His hand still hanging in the air, where just seconds ago he was holding you.

And even if he doesn’t say it, you know everything changed in that instant.

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🏹Don’t Pretend You Don’t Notice:

Pairing:Taesan (BOYNEXTDOOR) × Reader

Warnings:Flirting, teasing, mutual attraction, suggestive tension, playful power dynamics, light physical intimacy (kissing)

Summary:Taesan knows exactly how to get your attention—and he enjoys pretending he doesn’t. With fitted shirts, exposed collarbones, and a calm composure that hides how aware he really is, he lets you tease him all you want… until you push just a little too far.

Taesan knows exactly what he’s doing.

You tell yourself he doesn’t notice the way your eyes drift to him when he wears those slightly fitted tops, the ones that cling just enough to his shoulders, that dip low enough to expose a hint of his collarbones. You pretend you’re subtle about it.

You’re not.

And he knows it.

He comes back from the gym later than usual, hair still damp, T-shirt swapped for a thin tank that clings to his skin like it was made for this exact moment. His arms look ridiculous. In a very deliberate way.

He drops onto the couch beside you like nothing’s different, stretching his arms over the backrest, calm and composed, scrolling through his phone.

You try not to stare.

You fail.

Taesan doesn’t look at you, but the corner of his mouth twitches.

After his shower, he sits close. Too close. Warm. Clean. Relaxed. You shift without thinking, fingers brushing his arm, then curling there, just to test him.

He doesn’t react.

That’s the problem.

You move again, this time leaning into him, your cheek against his shoulder, arms loosely wrapped around his bicep. He lets you. Completely still. Completely unfazed.

—or so he pretends.

“You’re being annoying on purpose,” he says calmly, eyes still on the TV.

You tilt your head up to look at him. “What? I’m just comfortable.”

“Hm.” A pause. “Sure.”

You smile to yourself. He knows. He always knows. And he’s letting you do it because he wants you to.

You slide your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, tugging lightly.

“So?” you ask. “Are you always this serious, or is this part of the act?”

That finally gets his attention.

He looks down at you slowly, dark eyes unreadable, cool as ever.

“You like when I notice,” he says. Not a question.

Your breath catches for half a second. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” He leans in just enough to close the space, not touching, not yet. “You’ve been doing this all evening.”

You don’t back away.

Instead, you rise onto your knees, close enough now that you can feel his breath. Your hand is still gripping his shirt.

“Then why don’t you do something about it?” you murmur.

For a moment, Taesan says nothing.

Then you lean in and press a quick, playful kiss to his lips. Soft. Teasing. Over far too fast.

You pull back immediately, already smiling.

“That counts,” you say, and before he can respond, you slip off the couch and dart toward the bedroom.

You almost make it.

Almost.

His hand catches your wrist gently but firmly, pulling you back just enough to turn you toward him. His expression is calm, but his eyes are darker now.

“That,” he says quietly, leaning in until your foreheads nearly touch, “was unfair.”

You grin. “You didn’t complain.”

His lips brush yours this time, slower, controlled, deliberate. A kiss that lingers just enough to make your knees weak, then ends before either of you loses composure.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.

“Don’t start things,” he murmurs, “if you’re not ready for me to stop pretending.”

And yet… he doesn’t let go of you.

Not yet. 💋