Pastel Mermaid Glitter Moon

PROLOGUE: A SWEET SUMMER FLING

Highschool wasn’t kind to you. It turns out being a shy nerdy bookworm will earn you some cruel words from bullies. There was one goal you had through school, survive and run away to a college far away in the city.

Throughout high school many of the popular kids were terrible, but there were a few that were always kind. The captain of the baseball team, Kim Mingyu, the golden boy of your high school, was always kind. Walking the halls some snobby girls would always make cruel comments to you. Anytime Mingyu was around he would immediately defend you. It was hard not to have a crush on the golden boy with a crooked smile.

After graduation you were finally free. A scholarship helped you go to college in the city away from Carat Ridge and the pain high school caused you. Originally you planned on staying in the city during the summers. Things changed the summer of your sophomore year going into junior year of college, you couldn’t get into your new apartment until right before the school year. You were unfortunately forced to spend the summer at home with your parents.

You passed the hot summer days by working at your best friend Joshua’s family coffee shop to make some extra money. On your first day working, you met your coworkers, one of them being your former high school golden boy, Mingyu. You learned quickly, the popular jock you remember from your days back in school was actually a kind boy with a heart of gold. You learned he was charming, and loved flirting with you.

What started out as innocent flirting through your shifts quickly led to so much more. Long shifts at the coffee shop together, led to nightly hangouts in Mingyu's small two bedroom apartment living room that he shared with his best friend, Wonwoo.

That summer that you shared so many firsts with Mingyu. At the age of twenty you lost your virginity, to the same boy you had a crush on in high school. As quickly as it all began, it fell apart. Your final day before going back to school you both made a promise to keep in touch. In the beginning you were good at staying in contact but as the days went on, you knew deep down that you were nothing more than a summer fling to your town's golden boy.

ONE: THE GOLDEN BOY AND THE SWEETEST TREATS

You never planned on coming back after college. Hell, you wouldn’t have come back if your mother didn’t beg you to return home and help with her bookstore. Your job as an editor at a publishing house allows you to work remotely, so packing up and moving home would allow you to keep your job.

Being home in the small town you grew up in, things felt just like they used to. You’ve gotten yourself a two bedroom apartment on top of the coffee shop that Joshua now owns. It’s located down in the small downtown area.

After a long day at work you decide to treat yourself. Nothing sounds better than something sweet to snack on. Joshua told you about a bakery across the street that has the best cinnamon rolls in town according to him.

The moment you walk into Sweet Kisses bakery, you're shocked to see Kim Mingyu standing there behind the register. The smile that forms on his face at the sight of you standing there was something you can't quite explain. He looks like the same boy you kissed goodbye all those years ago, now he’s just bigger and looks even more mature.

It turns out the golden boy from high school could still give you butterflies. What was supposed to be a quick trip to grab a cinnamon roll, led to you staying in the bakery for two hours, catching up. Mingyu wants to hear all about your life since college. You learn a lot about what he's been up to. He finished up school at the local college, before going to culinary school. Back during your summer together you were well aware that he was a good cook. You aren't surprised he became a baker.

“Can I ask you to get dinner together tonight?” You stare at him shocked that he seems to be interested in you, after all these years.

“Like right now?”

“Yeah now. Chan is closing up tonight. I’m able to leave now.” Glancing over at Chan he gives you a thumbs up and a smile.

You should say no, going out might bring up some unresolved feelings. “Sure.”

Mingyu leads you out of his bakery. He doesn't bother offering to give you a ride. Carat Ridge is quite quaint and there's multiple places you can walk to for good food in this little downtown area.

Mingyu walks right next to you. He keeps glancing over at you, listening to you talk.

“Is it too forward to say, I still think you’re beautiful.” He gives you that same crooked smile he used to give you back when you were in college.

“Still?”

“You know I thought you were beautiful from the moment I first saw you. Back when we worked at Cups I thought you were so pretty, I could barely focus on doing my job.”

He stops in front of a little Italian restaurant. This is a place you've been many times before. You love the vodka pasta here. Joshua and you used to order pizza here all the time back in school.

Mingyu leads you inside. You instantly recognize your server as one of the girls from high school. She's one of the girls that used to fawn over Mingyu, but she wasn't one of the mean girls. She was one of the few girls who were always kind to you. She's still just as pretty as she was back in school. You notice she's wearing an engagement ring, and is probably seven to eight months pregnant.

"Hey Gyu." She walks towards your table. They must be close if she's calling him a nickname.

"Hi, Dove. How is the baby doing?"

Instinctively she rubs her stomach. "He's getting too big."

"Cheol mentioned they might need to move your due date up." You recognize the name Cheol. All the puzzle pieces are coming together. Dove must be engaged or married to Choi Seungcheol.

"Yeah. I'm seven months pregnant, and it feels like I'm overdue." She lets out a sigh. "Alright enough about me, and my condition Seungcheol caused. Who is this lovely girl?"

"This is ____."

Dove's eyes light up. "You went to school with us right?"

"Yeah."

"You're Joshua's best friend?"

"Yeah I am."

"You must be the pretty girl Gyu has mentioned before." She shoves Mingy’s shoulder.

Glancing over at Mingyu, you see him blushing with the tips of his ears turning red. You didn't think Mingyu would mention anything about you to his friends.

"Alright Dove, that's enough. We'll take a vodka pasta, and the chicken pesto pizza."

She pulls out her note pad and jots down the order. "Did you want anything to drink?"

"I'll take a glass of red wine." You say.

"Make it two." Mingyu hands her the menus.

He shakes his head trying to hide his embarrassment. "So you've talked about me to your friends?" You ask.

"Just Wonwoo and Cheol, and well technically Dove. She's engaged to Cheol and having his kid."

"Choi Seungcheol?"

"Yep, that's him."

"Is Wonwoo still in town?" You remember Wonwoo used to play baseball with Mingyu and Seungcheol. You knew he was big into gaming back in the day.

"Yeah he's started a tech company and works just outside of town. He lives in a house with me a couple streets over."

"What's Seungcheol up to?"

"Other than being engaged and having a baby?"

"Yeah."

"He's a firefighter. Him and Dove got together after she had a bad breakup a couple years ago."

You look over at Dove, she seems happy. She was always so sweet, you're happy she found love with Seungcheol.

"Did you ever date her?" You remember her clearly having a crush on Mingyu in school.

He lets out a little laugh. "No, back in school Cheol liked her. Even though I knew she liked me, it didn't matter. I had a crush on someone else. And I thought Dove and Cheol would be a good pair. It just took them about ten years to figure it out."

You watch as she walks over holding a bottle of wine, and two glasses. "Here you two go."

"We just ordered single glasses." You say.

"I know, but technically I owe Gyu a favor. So the bottle is on the house." She walks away smiling.

"A favor?" You ask.

"I finally got Seungcheol to make a move on her. She's returning the favor." His cheeks are dusted with pink again.

"Oh." That's definitely not what you expected him to say.

"She knows about our summer together. I didn't shut up about it after it happened."

Mingyu pours each of you a glass of wine.

He tells you about how he opened his bakery as you sip on your wine. Dove comes over, dropping off your pasta to share, and the pizza he ordered. You couldn’t help but smile that Mingyu remembers your favorite foods from here. Talking to Mingyu is as easy as it was all those summers ago.

The bill comes and before Dove can even set it down, Mingyu hands her his card. She scurries off and comes back. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out cash to hand her as a tip.

"Gyu, you don't have to tip me."

He stands up and smiles. "I know, but I want to."

"Alright, but that means you have to come over to dinner next week."

He leans over and gives her a side hug. "Yes ma'am. Tell Cheol I'll be over next week. What would you like from the bakery?"

"A cinnamon roll please."

"Okay."

"It was nice to see you again, Dove." You say, standing up as you smooth the creases in your dress.

"It was great seeing you again. You're invited over anytime you would like. If you want to come with Gyu next week, you can." This all feels oddly easy.

"Thank you."

Mingyu leads you out of the restaurant. He glances down the street and back at you. "What's the chances that I can walk you home?"

"Pretty high." You give him a smile and nudge his arm.

Mingyu holds his hand out, hoping you'll take it. Lacing your fingers with his, he leads you down the street back towards his bakery. You can't help but wonder what would have happened between you, if you didn't move away to go to school. If you had stayed, would you and Mingyu have lasted after that summer? You've tried your hardest not to think about the what ifs. You just want to focus on what is happening now. It's clear right now Mingyu wants to get to know you, again.

He knows exactly where you live, leading you down the street. The sidewalk is lit up from the glow of the street lights, and the twinkle lights some of the businesses have up. This city looks exactly how it did when you left all those years ago.

Arriving at Joshua's coffee shop, there is, door on the corner that leads up to your apartment. Mingyu is still holding your hand, definitely not ready to say goodbye.

"Would you like to walk me upstairs?"

"Yeah."

Pulling open the door you lead him up the stairwell. You stop in the entry way that leads to the two apartments up here. One of them being yours, and the others being Joshua's.

"Can I ask for your number?"

"Yeah."

He releases your hand, humbling with his pocket to fish out his phone. He quickly unlocks it and hands it to you. Typing in your number, you give your phone a call, so you'll have his number saved.

"Text me, Gyu."

Leaning up, you press your lips to his cheek for a quick kiss. He pulls away instantly blushing. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth.

"I'll definitely text you."

TWO: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND

It's a chilly morning making you bundle up further under your covers. You're not ready to get up. Your phone buzzes in your nightstand.

8:17am Mingyu: good morning.

Butterflies flutter around your stomach. God, you do want to text him, but you're so nervous. Right now, you just need to talk to someone about this. There is only one person who truly knows what unfolded between you and Mingyu. Luckily that man lives next door. Scurrying around your apartment, you quickly get dressed. It's probably too early to be bugging Joshua, but you don't care.

Knocking on the door you patiently wait for Joshua to answer.

The door swings open and Joshua looks confused.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Mingyu texted me."

Joshua raises his brows and steps aside. He knows you well enough to know that you're indeed about to spiral.

Walking off to the kitchen he grabs a cup of coffee. You stand in his living room waiting for him. He walks towards you sipping on his hot coffee.

"Did you want to start freaking out now, or later?"

You groan tilting your head back. You start pacing in front of him. Coming home, you hadn’t intended on reconnecting with anyone other than Joshua. Running into Mingyu suddenly makes the world start spinning sideways.

"Why is he still interested in me?"

"Because he likes you?"

"Why though? There is nothing special about me." No matter how much time has passed since those not so great years in high school, you still have self confidence issues. Your lack luster dating life over the years probably didn't help.

"You're severely underselling yourself."

You stop pacing and stare at him. "Joshua."

"Listen, you and him were a good pair that summer. Mingyu is a really good guy, just give him a chance." You're curious how much Mingyu has spoken to Joshua about you. There is no way Joshua would be pushing for you to give Mingyu a shot, if he didn't think he was a good guy.

Joshua says your name and pauses. He takes a moment to give you a pleading look. "I know you've been screwed over by men in the past, but I promise Mingyu isn't one of those guys. Just give him a chance."

A heavy sigh passes your lips. "I'll talk to Mingyu."

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you open your text to see Mingyu's name.

9:02am Sweetie: good morning.

It's just a simple text, but it is the start of a conversation.

9:04am Mingyu: I was a little scared you were going to disappear on me.

9:05am Sweetie: nope. I just had a crazy morning.

Joshua is standing there smiling, watching as you text Mingyu.

9:07am Mingyu: do you work today? I know it's Saturday but I'm not sure how your job works.

You know where this conversation is going. He's going to ask you out. You lock your phone and look up at Joshua.

"I think he's going to ask me out."

Joshua lets out a little laugh before taking a drink of his coffee. "Then agree to go out with him."

9:10am Sweetie: I'm off today.

9:10am Mingyu: I'm at the bakery until 11 this morning. What are the chances that we can spend the day together?

You glance up at Joshua and he just raises his brow at you.

9:11am Sweetie: I'm down to spend the day with you.

9:12am Mingyu: I can come over and pick you up, or you can meet me at the bakery and I'll give you a sweet treat.

9:13am Sweetie: I'll meet you at your bakery.

Arriving at Mingyu bakery, you see the same man who was working yesterday. You believe his name is Chan. He's got a girl working with him. The bakery is pretty quiet other than the older lady the girl is helping.

Chan sees you and immediately smiles. "He's in the back. He said to send you back there once you get here."

He waves you to follow him. Walking through the small bakery you walk in the back to find Mingyu dressed in a pair of jeans and white shirt, with an apron covered in flour. He gives you a crooked smile the second he notices your presence.

"You heading out, Gyu?" Chan asks.

"Yeah. I just finished the chocolate chunk cookies, go ahead and put them out."

You walk further into the back kitchen. You see the tray of delicious freshly baked cookies in front of him.

He grabs one and holds it out for you. You remember that summer all those years ago, when Mingyu would bring these same cookies to work. After he found out you liked them, he would often bring you a batch of cookies.

"I hope these are still your favorite."

How on earth does he remember that? "What?"

"You used to love these cookies. I made an extra batch today just for you."

Reaching out you take the still warm cookie. "Mingyu, what is your game plan here?" You need to know how serious he is about you.

He wipes his hands on his apron. "Game plan?"

"Yeah, is this a game?" Maybe he's just trying to see if he can get the girl he had a fling with all those years ago.

He's silent for a moment. He takes off his apron and hangs it up. The kitchen suddenly feels so small. He walks towards you. "Sweetie, I'm a grown man pushing thirty. You're out of your mind if you think I'm playing a game with you. I'm serious about pursuing you."

"Oh." That's definitely not what you thought he would say to you.

"Why don't you try the cookie?"

Taking a bite, you're hit with the sweet nostalgic chocolately flavor. Your mouth instantly waters. It tastes just as good as they did all those years ago. His eyes are locked on yours as he watches you eat the cookie.

"Do you still love the cookie?"

"Yeah."

He gives you a smile. He truly is the perfect man. The way he looks at you has butterflies fluttering around your stomach.

"How about we go get coffee from Joshua's place, and then go out for lunch?"

"Okay."

"Give me a minute to get ready."

Mingyu leaves you alone for a minute so he can clean himself up. You stand there eating the delicious cookie.

He walks back towards you and hold his hand out. Without thinking, you lace your fingers with his.

Mingyu takes you to Joshua's coffee shop and you instantly smile as he orders the same soy vanilla latte you used to drink nonstop that summer. His fingers stay laced with yours. He leads you out of the coffee shop. You run into Joshua coming down from upstairs. The grin that instantly forms on his lips at the sight of you and Mingyu is a firm reminder he will be saying, "I told you so."

"Hey, Shua." Mingyu greets him.

"Where are you two off to?" Joshua asks.

"I'm taking her to the museum and then I was thinking we can grab food."

Joshua smiles glancing over at you. "Have fun you two."

He leads you back behind his bakery. You spot a small black suv parked there. You would know this car anywhere. It's the same car he got a few months before your summer together. You spent many evenings making out in the back seat of his car. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out his keys. He unlocks the doors. He leads you over to the passenger side and opens the door. It's clear he's still very much a gentleman. He releases your hand and helps you inside.

He jogs to the drivers side as you buckle your seatbelt.

"I know I told Shua we were going to the museum, but what do you think about going to the aquarium?"

"Isn't that an hour away?" In your whole life you've lived here you've only taken the drive there maybe three times, and one of those times was with Mingyu. It was one of those random days you were both off. You had stayed over his place, and were woken up when he decided you needed to take a day trip. That day is a memory that lives in your mind on repeat.

"Yeah, but I don't mind driving. If I remember correctly you used to talk about how much you love jellyfish."

"I still do."

"Let's go to the aquarium."

The drive to the aquarium is relaxing. Mingyu sings along to the radio as his hand strums against the steering wheel to the beat of the song. He's truly a different man now, and fully mature, but you realize he's still that same twenty year old boy you spent the summer with.

Arriving at the aquarium, he jumps out of the car the moment he put it in park.

THREE: AN EMOTIONAL CONNECTION

Walking up to the ticket window, Mingyu pays for two tickets. He takes your hand leading you inside. Hand in hand, you walk into the room filled with tropical fish. He lets go of your hand as you walk closer to the glass. It's hard not to be completely enamored by the site of the vibrant fish.

Mingyu stays close to you, never too far away. He follows you with a smile plastered on his face. He loves watching you light up at the sight of all the fishes.

Heading down a hallway, you a huge smile takes over your face, at the sight of all the electric looking jellyfish surrounded by dark water. Mingyu stands behind you watching you carefully. He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of you absolutely captivated.

Your hand rests on the thick glass. You didn't realize you missed coming here so badly. In the city there isn't an aquarium anywhere close.

Turning back you find him holding his phone watching you. "Are you filming me?"

"I don't want to ever forget seeing you this happy, again."

"Again?" You raise your brow.

"I should have filmed you the last time we were here."

The aquarium was amazing. Mingyu followed you around anywhere you could possibly want to go. He never complained even when you went back to the jellyfish room, twice.

Reluctantly you told him it's probably time to leave. For the last hour your stomach has been grumbling reminding you that you're indeed hungry. He mentions that he knows a good Italian restaurant about ten minutes away.

He drives you both over, you can't help but be curious if he knows about this place because he's taken someone here on a date before.

"How do you know about this place?" You ask as you're parked right outside.

"I came here with Wonwoo one day. A girl he likes used to work here."

"Is Wonwoo single?"

"Yeah, he's so wrapped up in work. I don't think he knows how to be in a relationship."

Heading inside you notice how quiet and quaint this place is. The waitress immediately takes you to a booth in the back. You look at the menu and notice this place is a fusion place. There is a miso pasta dish that sounds delicious.

"The uni pasta is what I got here last time." He says peaking up from his menu.

An older woman comes over with a notepad in hand. She takes your order and mentions a good wine pairing for each of your pastas you ordered.

She comes back over bringing you two glasses of white wine, and a basket of warm bread.

Mingyu grabs a warm piece of bread. He starts buttering it. "This is a great date."

He gives you a smile. "I remember how much you loved the aquarium when we were younger. I thought going to it would make you smile."

"It was lovely going back."

He hands out the butter piece of bread to you. "Do you plan on staying in Carat Ridge?" He asks.

"Yeah, my mom needs me."

"That's kind of you to move back home for her."

"I always assumed coming back home would hurt, but it doesn't."

He takes a small bite of the bread. "Why would it hurt?"

"Back in school, people weren't necessarily nice to me. I didn't have many people I could call friends here. I really only ever had Joshua, and Jeonghan."

"I would have been friends with you back then."

"Mingyu, you didn't really know me back then."

He lets out a sigh. He wishes he could go back in time and make his younger self talk to the cute girl with glasses in his chemistry class. He knows back then people were cruel to you, but he would never let anyone he was friends with ever say anything mean about you.

"I wish I would have spoken to you more back then."

The waitress comes over and places the food down in front of you. There is a silence that takes over the table. Both of you desperately want to say something, but neither of you do. Quietly you both start eating.

Taking slow bites of your pasta you watch him eat. There is this little voice eating away at you. You need to know what his expectations are. For a few years you've been struggling with intimacy.

"Mingyu?"

He stops eating and glances up at you."Yeah?"

"I don't know what your expectations are, but I need you to know something."

His brows knit together as a look of confusion plays across his face. "What's up?"

"When it comes to sex, and intimacy, I know we had sex back when we were twenty, but—" You feel so awkward having to have this conversation. "I don't have sex outside of a relationship now. I need a strong emotional connection."

"That's fine. I want that too. I know you probably think I'm some fuck boy, but I'm not. I like to only have sex with women I'm dating."

"Oh."

"We can do this on your timeframe."

He gives you a smile with those golden retriever eyes before taking another bite of his pasta. "Sweetie?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm serious about actually dating you. I'm not just trying to get into your pants."

A smile tugs at your lips. Sticking your fork into the pasta you take another bite.

You've built up a lot of walls over the years. Maybe it's time you start letting them down. Mingyu has made it clear he wants to try and build something real with you.

FOUR: YOU GIVE ME BUTTERFLIES

Things with Mingyu feel like a whirlwind. You never expected to reconnect with him like this. Realistically you thought he would have forgotten you after all these years. No matter how much you cared for him that summer, you tried your hardest after going back to school to tell yourself he was just a fling. It took a while but you eventually moved on. You eventually start seeing a boy you fell in love with. You stayed with him until a year after college. Since then you have tried dating to no success. Coming back home, you had no intention of starting a relationship with anyone, let alone Mingyu.

Things with him are easy. He's attentive and kind. You wake up to a good morning text everyday.

You've spent the day glued to your computer working. You have a draft that you've been looking at the past two days. You haven't done much other than be stuck staring at your computer. You're just about finished and then you're free tomorrow.

Your phone vibrates on your desk. You glance over to see a new message from Mingyu.

4:56pm Mingyu: how is work going?

4:57pm Sweetie: I'm finally finishing up this project.

4:57pm Mingyu: I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place tonight? Cheol and Dove are coming over to have dinner with me and Wonwoo.

Since you started seeing Mingyu, you have been getting to know his friends more. It's not unusual for you to end up at Mingyu place at night. It still feels a little strange hanging out with his friends. You're trying your hardest to let down your walls, and to fully embrace dating Mingyu.

5:01pm Sweetie: Sure I can come over.

5:01pm Mingyu: I can pick you up. What time did you want to come over?

5:02pm Sweetie: I'll be done with work in a half hour. I just need like twenty minutes to get ready after.

5:03pm Mingyu: Can you stay over tonight again?

5:04pm Sweetie: Yea.

In the last week, you've found yourself having sleepovers with Mingyu. Nothing sexual has unfolded between the two of you. The most you've done is have some pretty intense make out sessions.

The moment you finish working, you start getting ready. You pack a small overnight bag. There is a knock on your door. Rushing over, you open it and find Mingyu standing on the other side.

Dressed in a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans, he looks effortlessly handsome. He wastes no time leaning down and pressing his lips to yours for a kiss.

"Hello beautiful." He loves to greet you like this. Every time he does it, those two simple words fill your stomach with fluttering butterflies.

"I'm ready."

You pull away and grab your bag you have sitting on the couch.

As soon as you get to Mingyu's place you sit in the kitchen while he starts cooking dinner. Your laptop is in front of you while you're scrolling around online shopping. You and Mingyu are talking about random things.

Wonwoo pops in from work, and gives you a smile. "What time is Cheol and Dove getting here?"

"I think an hour?" Mingyu responds.

"Okay. I'm going to take a quick shower."

"Sweetie is staying over tonight." Mingyu has really latched on to your nickname he called you all those years ago. It's rare he calls you your actual name anymore. You don't think he's ever said your name around Wonwoo.

"Sounds good."

-

As soon as Wonwoo is ready Seungcheol and Dove arrive. Dove waddles in slowly. She's basically at her due date now. Seungcheol plays the role of the doting husband perfectly.

Everyone meets at the kitchen table. Seungcheol and Dove on one side. You and Mingyu across from them, and Wonwoo is sitting between the two boys.

Everyone is enjoying the delicious meal Mingyu prepared. It feels almost seamless, the way you fit into Mingyu's friend group.

Mingyu's hand rests on your thigh as everyone sits at the table just chatting.

Dove's hand rests on her round stomach as she leans back. "I'm so ready to no longer be pregnant."

Seungcheol reaches over resting his hand next to hers on her stomach. "Babe any day you're going to go into labor."

"Remind me why I let you get me pregnant?" She laughs.

"I wouldn't say you let him." Wonwoo barks out a laugh.

"Oh you're right, Cheol doesn't like condoms." Dove laughs.

Seungcheol's cheeks immediately turn bright red. "Hey, we both knew the risk."

She leans over resting her hand on his cheek. "I know we did. It turns out I love you and thought you would be a good dad."

The way Seungcheol looks at Dove you can tell how much he loves her. Mingyu's large hand rests on your soft thigh. He gives it a squeeze catching your attention. Glancing over at him, he gives you a gentle smile. Without thinking you lean over pressing your lips to his for a soft kiss.

"Let's hope the baby gets Dove's looks." Wonwoo laughs before taking a bite of his food. Seungcheol instantly pouts, Dove leans over and kisses his cheek quickly. "I think my baby daddy is pretty good looking."

"Baby daddy? That's what you see me as?" Seungcheol responds.

"I don't see a wedding ring on her finger." Mingyu says joining in.

"Excuse me. I proposed before I knocked her up. My beloved fiancée is the one who isn’t in a hurry to get married."

By the look and smile plastered across Dove's face, it's very clear they have had this conversation before.

"Cheol if you were my husband, I would still call you my baby daddy."

He lets out a groan and rolls his eyes. "Whatever, baby mama."

"I like the sound of that." She laughs.

After a couple hours Seungcheol and Dove head home. Wonwoo helps clean up the kitchen before heading off to his room. Standing in the kitchen you and Mingyu are sipping on a bottle of beer.

"I like your friends a lot." You lean against the kitchen counter.

"They like you a lot. Dove appreciates having another girl around." He takes a sip of the biter liquid. There is something extra delicious about Mingyu standing there drinking from a bottle of beer.

"Thats good." You set the bottle down on the counter next to you.

He chugs the rest and a little bit of the foam seeps out of top. Without thinking he licks the neck of the bottle. Biting your bottom lip you try not to moan at the sight of him erotically licking the bottle.

He glances at you and can tell you're turned on. "Sweetie?"

"Yes?" He takes a step closer to you.

"I like you a lot."

"Oh?" He takes another step closer to you.

"I like you so much." He stops standing right in front of you. He places the empty bottle of beer on the counter next to you. "Do you like me?" He leans in with his face a few inches from yours. His hands are on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.

"I like you too."

"You just like me?" His nose brushes against yours.

Leaning up, your lips brush against his. "I like you a lot." You whisper slowly.

A small moment passes before he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is heated, he wastes no time sliding his tongue against the seam of your lips. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close to you. He doesn't kiss you like the naive twenty year old he used to be. He kisses you like the grown man that had yearned for you for years.

Pulling away you're both panting. Who knew a small kiss could turn you on like this?

"Maybe we should go to bed?" He says with his nose brushing against yours.

"Going to bed sounds like a good idea." You lean in with your lips brushing against his.

He grabs your hand pulling you off to his room. Things between you cool down a little bit. Mingyu takes a shower and you lay in bed scrolling through your phone.

You're torn between wanting to climb Mingyu like a tree, and wanting to take it slow. You know if you take it slow, it's just going to build your emotional connection more and more.

Eventually Mingyu joins you in bed. He's dressed in a pair of low sitting lounge pants that shows off not only his mouth watering v lines, but the small patch of pubic hair is peaking out. Closing your eyes you push away all the horny lust filled thoughts that are swirling around in your brain.

The moment he's in bed he pulls your body close to him. He's curled up behind you spooning you.

"I love being able to hold you." He says before pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

"I like this too."

It doesn't take long before you're both sound asleep with Mingyu holding you close.

FIVE: WANTING SOMETHING MORE

It's been two months since you started seeing Mingyu. Things between you are great, honestly they're probably better than great. He is basically your boyfriend, but you haven't been brave enough to put a label on things. Mingyu made it clear very early on, that any steps forward in the relationship will be your choice. He said he'll give you anything you want, and follow any lead you give. Things sexually between you, haven't progressed past making out and some dry humping. You thought by now, maybe Mingyu would make a move, but he hasn't. He's been a gentleman in every sense of the word.

Today has been terrible to say the least. Attempting to figure out the books for your mother's business has left you stressed and feeling on edge. You've been working on them all day. You've been locked away in your mothers office. At this point you want to relieve some stress.

Grabbing your phone on the table you open your messages to Mingyu.

6:32pm Sweetie: Hey

6:33pm Mingyu: Hey pretty girl.

6:33pm Sweetie: Today has been exhausting.

6:34pm Mingyu: I'm sorry to hear that. Is everything okay?

6:35pm Sweetie: yeah, just dealing with the books for my mom, feels like it's fried my brain. I just wanna lay down and not think.

6:36pm Mingyu: Have you eaten?

6:37pm Sweetie: I had the croissant you gave me last night.

You've spent the whole day helping your mom on your day off. You're running on a latte with two extra shots and a croissant. You're starting to get a headache and you just want to go home, and honestly you want to see Mingyu.

6:37pm Mingyu: That's not enough food.

6:38pm Sweetie: I know. Can I ask for you to come to my place and spend the night?

6:38pm Mingyu: I'm finishing up at the gym with Wonwoo. Let me shower and I'll come over.

6:39pm Sweetie: Just come straight over. You can shower here.

The lust filled part of your brain wants to see him sweaty coming straight from the gym.

6:40pm Mingyu: okay. I'm going to order your favorite Thai and have it delivered.

6:41pm Sweetie: okay see you soon.

Twenty minutes later, Mingyu is walking into your apartment. He's holding his gym bag, and is dressed in a pair of sweatpants and black tank top that's fitted and sticking to his sweaty skin. He wastes no time leaning down and pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss.

Your hand clings to his tank top. You've had a rough day, and nothing sounds better than being close to him.

"I should shower." An idea pops into your head. You lean up pressing your lips to his for another kiss. "Sweetie, I'm gross and should shower."

"Can I shower with you?" You haven't had sex yet, but a little fooling around in the shower could be fun.

He pulls back and raises his brow. "I thought we were taking things slow?"

"We are, and I'm ready to fool around in the shower." He silently stares at you, trying to figure out what is going on in your mind. "If you're not ready, it's fine." You suddenly feel so stupid.

He tilts your head back with his thumb and index finger. "I'm ready. I've been ready to do everything with you. I just don't want to rush you."

You pull away from him and give him a smile. "Gyu, you're not rushing me."

You take off for the bathroom and hear him following right behind you. Walking into the bathroom you turn on the water, giving it a minute to warm up. Mingyu stands by the door like a statue, just watching you.

You start stripping away your clothes, almost as if you're putting on a show for him. Turning around you raise your brow at him. "Are you going to get naked or just stand there?"

Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water engulf you. The glass door slides shut, Mingyu steps closer to you. Back when you were both twenty, and couldn't keep your hands to yourself, Mingyu looked absolutely gorgeous. Now he's almost thirty and his body is toned and thick. Your eyes travels down to his cock, that definitely is bigger than you remember. He steps closer to you, so that the warm water is hitting both of you.

"How have we not gotten naked before this?" You ask, earning a smile from him.

"You wanted to make sure we had a strong emotional connection." He leans in closer. His wet body is presses against yours. "How is our connection feeling?"

You step back and run your fingers down his wet golden skin. Brushing his belly button, making him inhale a deep breath.

"Super strong," he sighs.

Your fingers drag across his soft length. With each passing moment he's hardening in your hand.

The way he tilts his head back is a beautiful sight. His eyes are squeezed shut, as he takes staggered breaths.

You think back to that summer, and remember all the ways he likes to be touched. Focusing on the mushroom tip, you notice he's still extra sensitive there.

Stepping back away from the water, you drop to your knees in front of him. His eyes go wide, looking down at you he shakes his head.

"Not in the shower, baby. Let's clean up and we can continue on your bed."

"Okay."

True to his word, he takes his time washing both your bodies before he pulls you out of the shower. Wrapping you in a towel, he works on drying you off before patting your ass. Running off to your room, you toss the fluffy towel in the hamper.Laying down on the bed, you naked body is fully on display.

The sight of him standing at the foot of the bed with just a towel wrapped around his glistening naked body is mouth watering. Spreading your legs you make a come hither motion. The bed dips, as he places a knee on the bed. The fluffy white towel is long gone. His gorgeous body is fully naked, on display. His cock is still hard, from fooling around in the shower.

"How far do you want to go?" God you wanna beg to go all the way. You wanna feel his massive cock stretching you out again, but you shouldn't cross every line tonight. Tomorrow is a different story, you should pace yourself.

"I want you in my mouth." During that summer, you only ever gave him head once. The size of his cock, was too much for your inexperienced self. Mingyu was fine with that and never complained. He's always been more of a giver, then a taker.

"I thought I'm too big?" He teases.

"I've learned a few things over the years."

He crawls on the bed, he makes his way over to you. His hands are on either side of you, caging you in.

"Let me taste you first." He leans in with his nose against yours. "I've missed having you like this."

"I remember the first time I ever made you cum." He vividly remembers the first time he fingered you. He thought it was so cute the way you squirmed with his fingers on you. "I bet you taste just as sweet as I remember." He starts leaving a trail of kisses from your lips down your neck. He takes his time to kiss and toy with each of your nipples.

"Gyu, don't tease me."

"I would never do that, baby." He slowly slides down your body. He starts kissing your belly button down to your needy core. The sight of him between your legs is absolutely intoxicating. He parts your folds before diving in. The first lick of his tongue flat against your clit, makes your eyes roll back in your head. He's practically making out with your pussy. He switches between licking, and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your fingers tangle in his dark locks, holding him closer to you. All the muscles in your body feel alive. One hand stays tangled in his while the other grips your blush colored sheets below you. The lewd sounds of his lips tasting you, aren't even covered by your whiny whimpers and moans leaving your lips.

"Ming—" Your brain can barely function.

He looks up at you with his eyes filled with need. He never stops licking your clit. Your fingers release his hair. Laying down you stare at the ceiling. The coil in your tummy is tightening more and more.

"Mingyu—" his name is nothing more than a whiny plea.

"You're still so good for me." Pushing yourself on to your elbows you look down at him. "You're so close, I can tell. Sweetie, can you cum or me?"

Wordlessly you nod your head. In this moment you think you would do anything he asks. He sucks on your clit a little harder, pushing you over the edge. The free fall off the cliff is like nothing you've ever experienced before. Your walls flutter around his single finger he's started thrusting in and out of you, helping you ride out your earth shattering high.

"Oh my god." You sigh, closing your eyes.

Mingyu slowly pulls away. His eyes stay locked on you, he dips his fingers into his mouth, licking away your release.

Sitting on his knees between your spread legs he finally speaks. "You taste just as sweet as I remember." If you weren't already turned on, you would be now. Your eyes can't focus on anything other than the massive cock that is full hard in front of you. "Baby, you seem distracted." That's an understatement, you're cock drunk, and you haven't even gotten to touch it yet.

He starts slowly stroking himself, staring at you. Pushing yourself up, you desperately want to get closer to him. He tries not to laugh, watching you scramble to move. You're sitting on your knees in front of him. His hand rests on your neck, leaning down, he presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss. There is something intoxicating about the fact you can taste yourself on his tongue.

"Lay down for me." You say with your lips against his.

He gives you one more kiss before laying down on the bed. His straining length is standing there proud and ready. Laying the bed between his spread legs, you slowly start pumping his length. That summer together you mastered the art of giving him a hand job. Start stroking. The base of his length while licking his rosy mushroom tip. Resting on his elbows he watches you carefully with lust blown eyes. Your eyes stay locked on yours.

You start shallowly taking him into your mouth until he's brushing the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose, you focus on letting his slip pass your gag reflex. Your eyes water, and. You let him slip into your throat. A slew of whimpers and moans leave his mouth. One hand rests on your hair, helping to guide you up and down his length.

Pulling off his cock, you look up at him through your lashes. You go back to pumping his length while licking the sensitive head.

"Fuck, baby you're so good at this now."

"Thanks," you whisper between licks.

Taking his full length into your mouth, you bob your head up and down. You focusing on his balls, while you take him as deep as he'll go." It's clear he's close to coming. He's starting to babble on and on. He's spewing out sweet words and incoherent sentences.

"Baby—" it's a broken moan.

You pull off him, a string of saliva is connecting your lips to his glistening cock. "Yes?"

"I'm going to cum."

"Okay."

You take him back into your mouth. You want him to finish in your mouth. You bob your head up and down, stroking the base of his length. His fingers stay tangled in your hair.

"Fuck, baby—"

His stomach muscles tighten, as he finds his release. He fills your mouth with his milky release. Without thinking you swallow every last drop.

Mingyu lays there looking dazed for a moment. You sit back on your knees looking down at him.

He pushes himself up. He reaches out, pulling you forward. You straddle his thighs. His hands roam your bare back.

"That was incredible." He says with his nose resting against yours.

Leaning in, you press your lips against his. "I think I've gotten pretty good at that."

He pulls away smiling, "that’s an understatement."

Mingyu takes his time getting both of you cleaned up, before joining you in bed. Laying there with him holding you close, you feel as if this is where you're supposed to be.

SIX: BRIGHT LIGHTS AND CITYSCAPES

It's a day where you and Mingyu decided you were going to spend the entire day together. Mingyu started the morning making you both breakfast. You're dressed in nothing but a pair of panties, and a baggy shirt. Mingyu looks mouth watering in just a tight pair of boxer briefs. His beautiful golden skin is on full display.

Sitting at the kitchen table your laptop is in front of you. You're reading some emails while he’s cooking.

He walks over, sitting a plate in front of you. Closing your laptop you put it away. You just want to focus on him, and not on anything related to your job or your mothers company.

He brings back a cup of coffee, before sitting down across from you.

"I made your latte just the way you like it." Mingyu is a dream, you often find yourself wondering why he likes you so much.

"Thank you."

You both start eating your breakfast and making small talk.

"What do you think about going to see Seungcheol and Dove this evening? They mentioned wanting to see the baby." About two weeks ago, Dove gave birth to a beautiful little girl.

"Sure I would love to see little Luna."

"Dove mentioned wanting to have pasta for dinner. Cheol also asked if we could bring a bottle of beer."

Since you've started seeing Mingyu again, you now see his friends as yours. You love getting to know them. You can't wait to fully get to know their daughter.

-

Arriving at Seungcheol, and Dove's home, you're greeted by Seungcheol, holding his beautiful baby girl. Mingyu immediately starts gushing over the baby. You can't help but smile.

Dove sees you and pulls you off to the kitchen. She looks incredible, you can't even tell she just had a baby. She's dressed in a sundress walking around the kitchen. She makes you a glass of lemonade, and sits down at the table across from you.

"How is motherhood?" You ask before taking a sip of the lemonade.

she lets out a little laugh, "It's been great. God I love Luna. I can't lie and say I'm not exhausted though. Neither me nor Cheol have properly slept since she was born.'

"You don't look like you're exhausted."

"Cheol let me take a two hour nap this morning. I have to say, he's being an angel. If Luna wakes up in the middle of the night, he always gets up." With everything you know about Seungcheol, and everything Mingyu has said, you aren't shocked he's a great dad.

The boys join you in the kitchen. Mingyu is holding Luna, looking absolutely adorable.

Your evening is spent getting to know the newest little edition to the friend group. Dove made everyone a delicious pesto pasta. Around nine they've managed to get Luna to fall asleep. You and Mingyu say your goodbyes before heading out.

You're both standing outside Seungcheol and Dove's house.

"Did you wanna go see the lights?" He leans against his car.

"The lights?"

"You can see the town night up on the hill." Your stomach knots. You know exactly which hill he's talking about. Lookout Ridge is the place all the college kids would go to hook up back in the day. You aren't sure if that's still the case, but it feels strange being invited to go up there.

"Sure."

Hopping into his car, he wastes no time lacing his fingers with yours. It's about a thirty minute drive up the dark hill. The whole way up you don't see any other cars. You're fully alone to take in the sight of your town and the stars above.

There's trees between the road and where you parked, giving you some privacy.

Getting out of the car you walk closer to the edge. Mingyu silently follows behind you. "I've never actually been here before."

"Really?" He's surprised, he thought everyone back in school came here.

"I didn't exactly have boys knocking on my door to hook up. I didn't really have a reason to come to a hook up spot."

"People don't just come up here to hook up." He leans against the hood of his car. "I used to come up here late at night the night before big games. I would stand here and just stare at all the lights. It helped calm me down."

Standing by the railing you look at all the lights. It feels odd being at a place you had always heard rumors about as a teen. Back then you dreamed of what it would be like to have a boy like you enough to bring you up here.

Mingyu walks up behind you, he wraps his arms around your soft stomach. He rests his chin on top of your head.

"The lights are beautiful."

"You know back in high school, I thought you were so cute, but you didn't seem like you were interested in me."

His statement catches you off guard. Back in school you didn't even think Mingyu knew your name. Plenty of other girls chased after him, why would he need to notice you?

"Mingyu, you were the golden boy in high school, and I was just a book worm. I was shy and barely had any friends other than Joshua and Jeonghan."

He squeezes you a little tighter. "When you walked into that coffee shop that summer… I knew I was screwed."

"Screwed?"

"I knew I would fall hard and fast for you."

His words knock the oxygen right of your lungs. You knew you fell for Mingyu that summer during college, but you had no clue he felt the same way. "I watched the way you smiled the moment you saw Joshua, and I hoped and prayed one day you would smile like that because of me."

Back in college you were so insecure, there was no way you could imagine Mingyu would feel that way. He treated you so well, and that whole summer felt as if there was a ticking time bomb hovering over your head.

"It was a great summer." You pull away from him.

He stares at you with a confused look playing across his face. "Yeah."

"I had a lot of firsts with you that summer." You can't bring yourself to admit it to him, but you fell so hard for him. Even after everything imploded, you went back to college with a slowly cracking heart. Days passed since you last saw him, and you knew deep down inside it was over. Even when you tried to somewhat make it work. You never labeled what you had. For the first six months you talked to Mingyu almost every day and then you just slowly drifted apart more and more each day.

He holds your face with both his hands. Without a second thought, he crashes his lips into yours. This kiss feels different, it feels frantic. Almost as if he's trying to prove something to you.

Pulling away you rest your nose against his. "We're technically at a hook up spot."

The corner of his mouth tugs up. You loop your finger into his belt loop and tug a little. He's a large man and a force to move, but you managed to catch him off guard some.

"What do you want, sweetie?"

"I've never had sex in the back seat of a car."

"It's not as fun as people think it is." He leans in close to you.

"Okay, we don't have to." You step back from him.

He watches you walk towards his car. He wishes he could explain what you do to him. He walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your stomach again. He pulls your soft body, flush against him.

"Is that what you want? Did you want me to fuck you in the back seat of my car?"

"I was hoping I could ride you."

"Be my guest." He whispers in your ear.

You pull him off to the car, giggling. Things happen quickly. Sitting on his lap in the back seat in his car you wonder how many times he’s gone up to this same spot before with other girls. Back in high school you heard so many rumors about this place. Everyone talks about this being the spot college kids would come to. You've removed your jeans, and you're left in just your thong and a bra. Mingyu is shirtless, with his pants pushed down to his knees.

His hard length sits between you standing tall. Your hand slowly strokes him. His hands are all over the place. He rotates between kissing your neck, and making out with you. He moans against the delicate skin of your neck, and you focus on playing with the rosy bulbous tip.

"Fuck," he moans. "Sweetie, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."

You give him an innocent smile, fluttering your lashes at him.

"Condom?" He asks.

"I'm on birth control."

"You're okay with going raw?" He's trying his hardest to speak logically right now. That summer you spent together, he went through too many condoms to count. He never even thought going raw was an option.

"Yes."

Lifting up you pull your panties to the side. Mingyu holds his cock up, helping guide you down his length. Slowly you slide down, his cock giving yourself a moment to adjust to the sheer size of him.

"God you're still so tight." In all your years of having sex since that summer you shared together, no man had compared to your time you shared with Mingyu.

"You're fucking huge." You sigh. The smile that forms on his face couldn't make the strongest person weak.

Your body sings as you roll your hips forward. Your clit brushes the patch of pubic hair, making your body feel like a live wire. His hands grip your hips helping to move your body. Instead of bouncing up and down you've decided to keep up this rolling technique. Mingyu's lips are anywhere they can possibly reach. The car is filled with. echoing moans and the sounds of wet skin hitting wet skin.

"You feel so good." He moans. It's clear even after all these years Mingyu is still very verbal in bed.

Your fingers tangle in his dark locks, holding him close to you. Tilting your head back, your lips part as loud moans spill out.

He cock is curved just enough that he's brushing that special spot inside of you. His lips move down your neck leaving a wet trail in his wake. A few of these love bites are bound to leave a mark. He focuses on your breast. He gropes one while the other nipple is in his mouth. He nips and sucks on your pert nipples. Your eyes are practically rolled back in your head. Thank god you're far away from anyone who could hear your loud whimpers and moans.

He pulls away from your breast and looks at you with his big doe eyes. "Baby, can you move faster?" You would do anything he asks, if he'll look at you like that again.

Using your knees, you start bouncing on his length. His large hands grip your sides. He helps move you up and down his cock, at a steady pace. You both just keep moaning. The windows are covered with a film of condensation. The car is definitely rocking with both your movements. If someone drove up, they would definitely be able to tell what is unfolding between the two of you. Reaching between the two of you, Mingyu plays with your sensitive clit.

"Gyu—" your whole body feels tense.

"Fuck—" he groans rolling his head back.

Your high hits you like a tidal wave. A white hot wave washes over you. Your walls flutter like a heartbeat, squeezing his cock with each sloppy thrust. He holds on to you, lifting his hips. His own high is rapidly approaching.

The air is knocked out of his lungs. He paints your walls with his milky white release. You both stop moving. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. His lips leave a trail of kisses against your neck.

You aren't quite sure you've ever had an orgasm that intense.

"God that was incredible." He pulls back from you slowly.

"That was better than I remember." Even after Mingyu, no man has ever made you cum that hard.

"No woman has ever compared to you." He starts leaving a trail of kisses across your jaw. Mingyu used to always talk after sex, but this feels different.

"I highly doubt that." You pull back a little.

“I never stopped thinking about that summer we spent together?” He leans in close with his nose brushing yours. "Do you still think about it too?"

“Mingyu we were twenty back then, we’re pushing thirty now. We shouldn’t be thinking about a summer that felt like a lifetime ago.” He pulls back and his face instantly falls.

“You act like that summer didn’t matter.” He’s hurt, that summer meant so much to him, and you’re just brushing it off.

“Mingyu—”

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this right now.” He shifts pulling away from you.

"Mingyu, of course I think about it. It's just hard to wrap my head around the fact that you still have feelings for me."

"Why is it so hard? We've been seeing each other for two months."

"Mingyu, it's been almost eight, almost nine years. You can't tell me no other woman has caught your eye?"

"I've dated around, but I haven't had anything super serious. No matter how hard I try I've always thought about our summer together. Why are you acting like it's crazy that I love you." Those last three words hit you like a ton of bricks. The air is suddenly knocked out of your lungs.

"Mingyu—"

The back seat of his car feels excruciatingly small. The look on Mingyu's face stings. You've never seen him look this upset before. "I should take you home." He doesn't even give you a chance to respond to those three words.

"Okay." You crawl off him.

Grabbing your clothes off the floorboard you try your hardest to get dressed quickly. Mingyu pulls up his pants and pulls his shirt on. He gets out of the car and stands there staring at the lights for a minute. Silently you crawl into the passenger seat.

Everything you've built has started crumbling down around you. You stare at the back of Mingyu for what feels like a lifetime. He turns around and you instantly notice his eyes are red.

Screaming silence fills the car as he drives you back home. He stops outside your building. He turns the car off and takes a deep breath before turning to face you.

"Mingyu—"

"Goodnight, sweetie." He kisses your cheek before pulling away. There's nothing more he says. He just looks forward down the street. Tears brim your eyes, you and your insecurities have become the downfall of you and him. He confessed he loves you, you didn't even say anything other than his name.

Unbuckling you silently get out of the car. Before closing the door you glance at Mingyu, to see tears sliding down his face. You want to apologize, you want to tell him you're scared, but you can't. Opening your mouth no words come out. The crushing feeling in your chest is a firm reminder that you broke both your hearts. He glances at you, brushing away his tears. He nods his head silently towards the door.

Shutting the door, you walk upstairs. You stop in front of your door. Those silent tears have turned into silent sobs. You don't bother reaching for your keys, you walk to the door next to yours. You knock on Joshua's door, hoping and praying he's home.

The door swings open and Joshua stands there looking surprised to see you.

"What's wrong?" He grabs you and pulls you into a hug.

"I think me and Mingyu are done. I messed up tonight." The flood gates have opened as you sob into Joshua's chest.

Joshua being the good best friend he is, just holds you while you cry. He slowly rubs your back, repeating over and over that you'll be fine.

After some time the tears have finally slowed and you're sitting on Joshua's couch. He reaches up, pushing the tears away from your cheek. "What happened?"

"Mingyu brought up that summer and asked if I thought about it, and I just brushed him off. He then told me it's not hard to believe he fell in love with me now, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything."

Joshua gives you a pained look. "I know you don't want to believe it, but he's always liked you. I think before you try to fix things with him, you need to figure out if you're capable of fully letting your walls down with him."

SEVEN: WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO?

In the morning you wake up and stare at your phone. You don’t see your normal good morning text from Mingyu.

Pulling yourself out of bed you force yourself to shower, and to get ready. You need to get some work done, and try to function like a normal human today.

Sitting on your living room couch you try to figure out what you should even do. You want to reach out to Mingyu, but you're honestly scared.

There is a knock at your door. There is this part inside of you that hopes it's Mingyu. That you'll open the door and you'll be able to fix everything you messed up last night.

Opening the door, you can't be surprised when you see not only Joshua standing there but also Jeonghan. Since moving home you haven't been able to see him. He moved about an hour away from your town, and every time Joshua has gone to see him, you haven't been able to go. When you moved away, Jeonghan always came to see you a handful of times a year. He's always stayed a staple in your life.

Your eyes brim with tears. Without thinking you rush into Jeonghan's arms. He rubs your back, holding you close.

"Shua, said you needed both of us."

Pulling back you silently nod your head. "Did he tell you about Mingyu?"

"Yeah I know all about golden boy." He refers to him as the same nickname he used all those years ago.

"Are you able to take a few days off, maybe more?" Jeonghan asks.

"Yeah."

"Pack a bag, you and Joshua are going to stay at my place tonight."

You look over at Joshua and he gives you a gentle smile. "I'm already packed."

"Okay."

Shutting off your mind, you start packing an overnight bag. You pick up your phone and send your mom a message, telling her you're going away for two days.

Going to your conversation with Mingyu, you read over your last few messages you had shared.

Being brave you send him a message.

10:12am Sweetie: Good morning Gyu.

10:13am Mingyu: Morning.

That was short and to the point. That definitely stings. Grabbing your back you head out to the living area where the boys are waiting for you. You head downstairs to where Joshua's car is waiting. Getting into the back seat you pull out your phone knowing you need to text Mingyu again.

10:25am Sweetie: I wanted to let you know I'm going to Jeonghan's house for a few days.

If he doesn't respond to you, you won't blame him. You're shocked even answered you at all today.

Joshua and Jeonghan are chatting about something in the front seat. Closing your eyes you lean your head against the window.

For a chunk of the hour drive to Jeonghan's town you slept. He pulls into his driveway slowly. He lives in a house in the city by the ocean.

Slowly your eyes flutter open. Grabbing your phone you see a message from Mingyu.

11:20am Mingyu: okay be safe.

The back door opens, Joshua reaches in grabbing your dufflebag.

Heading inside you look around Jeonghan's home. He moved here about six months before you moved back home. He took a job in this town, when he got a big promotion. His place has a modern minimalist design. Joshua often comes out here a couple times a month.

Joshua takes your bag, to where you assume is the guest room. Jeonghan stays in the living room with you.

"How about I give you a tour?"

Jeonghan leads you around his two floor three bedroom place. His house is absolutely beautiful. He ends the tour in the guest room you'll be staying in.

"Hannie, thank you for bringing me here."

Jeonghan leans against the door frame. "I wish I was able to see you sooner. Work has been crazy and I was gone for a month for work."

"I know things have been crazy. I should have driven up here."

"I'm just glad I could be here for you now. Shua called me last night after you went home, and he told me you needed us."

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you look around the room that's decorated with a queen size bed, that sits under a window. There are two grey nightstands on both sides of the bed, and matching grey dresser, across from the bed.

"You can stay here as long as you want." Jeonghan says.

"I told Shua to order food from a really good Thai place."

-

Sitting at the kitchen table, you and the two boys are eating delicious take out and sipping on large glasses of wine. Joshua is too busy going on about some coworker Jeonghan has a crush on. This feels like old times. That summer you went home from school was the last time you and the boys were able to have a sleepover like this.

The boys are doing a decent job at distracting you, but you keep thinking back to Mingyu. You know he would fit in perfectly with you and he two boys.

Opening your phone you look to see if maybe, Mingyu sent you another message. Your chest burns, when you see he hasn't said anything else.

Joshua reaches over and squeezes your hand. Glancing up, you find both boys looking at you.

"Are you okay?" Joshua asks.

"Yea." You lie. No matter how much you wish you were okay, you aren't.

The night goes on and you often keep thinking about Mingyu, you want to know if he's thinking about you.

The next day Jeonghan takes you and Joshua around town. He shows you his favorite book store, and his favorite Japanese restaurant. He's doing a great job at keeping you distracted.

The following morning Joshua heads back home, saying he needs to do something at his coffee shop. You don't go home, you make the decision to stay with Jeonghan. You brought your laptop, so you're able to work from here.

Day four of staying with Jeonghan you can't stop thinking about Mingyu. You've been talking to him over the last few days, but things aren't the same. At this point you feel like you're just making small talk. You miss and you miss the relationship you had built.

It's just you and Jeonghan sitting in the kitchen. He just got home from work, and brought you food from a restaurant near his office that he loves. He's sipping on a cup of tea while you push around the food on your plate.

"So Kim Mingyu?" He's been watching you stare at a photo of you and Mingyu that you have saved on your phone.

You glance up. "Yea, Mingyu."

"So the golden boy never got over you?" Jeonghan asked before taking a sip of his tea.

"I didn't think that summer I shared with him mattered that much to him."

Jeonghan lets out a laugh. "You know after you went back to school, Mingyu never shut up about you?"

"How do you know?"

"Well I'm friends with Seungcheol, which made me friends with the golden boy."

"Oh."

"Mingyu talked about you all the time. He even brings you up anytime he sees me. A handful of times I've gotten drunk texts from him, asking about you."

You never knew that Mingyu asked about you over the years. You sure as hell didn't know that he sends drunk texts about you.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you acted like you wanted to forget the whole thing even happened." Jeonghan is one of your closest friends. Even though you haven't been able to see him in about four months, you know he's always there for you.

"I didn't think that summer meant anything."

He leans forward resting his elbows on the table. "I know that summer was a lifetime ago, but you guys have clearly started something pretty serious."

"He said he loves me."

"Do you love him?" His question leaves an ache in your chest. Tears brim your eyes thinking about Mingyu’s face, as he confessed his love.

"I think so."

"I don't think you need to be afraid of letting yourself love him." Jeonghan leans over, resting his hand on your cheek, he pushes away your tears. "Mingyu is a good guy."

Sniffling you nod your head.

"I think you and Mingyu should talk about this sooner rather than later."

He's right, you should have a long conversation with Mingyu soon. "I know."

-

Mingyu has been absolutely miserable since he dropped you off after that night on the hill. He's thrown himself into work, an attempt to numb the pain. It's been five days and he knows you're staying at Jeonghan's house. He ran into Joshua, and before he could even ask about you Joshua told him you're still gone.

He offered to join Wonwoo and Vernon at the bar, but he couldn't bring himself to go out and act like everything is fine. He's settled on ordering his favorite take out and laying around moping.

He sees a message from you. You've been occasionally texting him, and honestly seeing your message remind him of the pain and sadness.

6:01pm Sweetie: I've been thinking about you a lot. I miss you.

Before he can even respond he sees a text from Jeonghan.

From Jeonghan 6:02pm: Hey, Gyu. I know you didn't expect to hear from me. But (Y/N) is here and to be honest she's a mess.

From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:04pm: I miss her.

From Jeonghan 6:05pm: You need to give her another chance.

From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:07pm: Hannie, she doesn't like me, as much I as I like her.

From Jeonghan 6:07pm: Dude, just drive to my place and talk to her. She likes you dude, like a lot. She's just scared.

From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:08pm: when?

From Jeonghan 6:10pm: drive up tonight. You can stay here, and if things go well, you can bring her home.

From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:10pm: Okay.

He opens your texts and stares at it for a moment. No matter how hurt he is, he can't deny how hard he's fallen in love with you.

6:15pm Mingyu: I miss you too.

Closing his phone, he tosses it on the couch and heads off to his room to pack a backpack. It's eight at night when he's finally on the road to see you.

The hour drive feels like a lifetime. He's been to Jeonghan's house a few times with Seungcheol, so he knew exactly how to get here.

Parking his car at the curb he looks up at the house. He wonders if he should have told you he was coming. No girl has ever made him feel like you do. Technically you didn't break up, but this feels like a break up. Turning his car off, he takes a deep breath.

Reaching into the passenger seat, he grabs his backpack. Getting out of the car, he heads up the stone path. He knocks on the door and waits.

The door swings open and there you stand looking surprised to see him.

"Mingyu?"

"Hi, sweetie." It's taking everything in him, not to wrap his arms around you and kiss you.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "I needed to see you."

"Oh."

Reaching out, he rests his hand on your cheek. Closing your eyes, you lean into his hand. He slowly drags his thumb across your delicate skin.

"Mingyu, I'm sorry." You whisper.

"I shouldn't have left you that night. We should have tried to figure this out." He leans in closer.

"I need you to know, I do think about that summer. I haven't stopped thinking about you. I fell in love with you that summer, and I fell in love with you again now." The weight has been lifted off your chest. It might have been hard to admit, but you are so in love with Mingyu.

His eyes go wide, and a smile tugs at his lips. Leaning in he wastes no time pressing his lips to yours for a desperate kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hold him close. One of his hands stays on your cheek, while the other rests on your hip. This kiss feels like nothing you've ever experienced before. Your lips move together, as he slides his tongue against yours. Pulling back a little, he rest his nose against yours.

"I love you so much." He says, smiling.

"Lovebirds, please come inside, my neighbors don't need to see you making out." Jeonghan says, leaning against the couch.

Pulling back Mingyu laces his fingers with yours. You lead him off to the room you're staying in. He drops off his backpack, before you join Jeonghan downstairs. You spend the evening hanging out with him before you and Mingyu find yourselves, naked and tangled up in the sheets.

Laying on the bed with your legs spread, Mingyu is hovering over you. His fingers are laced with yours holding your hands next to your head. He's set a slow and delicious pace, rolling his hips into yours.

He keeps whispering those three sweet words to you over and over.

You hummed, pretending to be unaware of who handled his order, glancing at your coworkers—Seungkan and Soonyoung—before shrugging. “Take a wild guess, Mingoo.”

“It was Seungkwan, wasn’t it?” He pouted, continuing his conversation with you, distracting you from your job as manager and barista. You just shrugged and winked, a soft giggle coming out of you as you moved towards cleaning the espresso machine. It was always nice to have Mingyu around, but he sure distracted you from your duties.

“Yah, Mingoo, go away and eat your bagel. Stop harassing our manager.” Seungkwan shooed him away as the other man huffed.

“I’m not distracting her—am I?” He suddenly asked, looking at you as you turned to look back at him while cleaning the coffee machine. 

You just shrugged, giving him a small, teasing smile. “Maybe a little bit, but hey, eye candy for the win, right?”

You watched Mingyu’s ear turn pink as he shook his head before sitting down at one of the stools by the counter to eat his food and scroll through his phone.

This was routine between the four of you, really. Mingyu would order, talk to you for a little too long, sometimes you’d flirt with him just to see the reactions he’d express, before he was either off on a table working on whatever he was working on his laptop, or just sitting by the stools by the counter so he could watch you work. You never minded his presence; of course, it was quite comforting to see someone become a regular at your cafe and to be able to converse with him freely.

After he finished eating, he handed you the plate he had used along with the tray, your fingers brushing in the process. You noted the slight flush on his cheeks as you let out a soft giggle.

“See you around, sweets.” He waved, almost stumbling into one of the chairs in the cafe. The action made you laugh softly as you waved back.

It was endearing to see him react to you in such a way, though you never figured out why. Your talks usually consisted of ‘how are you’s and ‘what are you up to’s. Everything was vague, and you didn’t mind it, but you were curious about Mingyu more than you’d like to admit. He didn’t even know your name! It wasn’t like the cafe provided name tags, so it made sense that he didn’t know your name. So, he usually called you “manager-nim” or “sweets” depending on his mood. It was nice.

“Seriously, the guy has a massive crush on you!” Seungkwan shook his head as he swept the floor, leaning against the broom as he looked out the window before looking back at you. “I don’t get why you won’t ask him for his number yet. Like it’s so obvious he wants to suck face with you—ow!”

You threw a whole roll of paper towels at him, rolling your eyes. “He does not want to suck faces with me, Kwan. Shut the fuck up. He’s our regular.”

“I think Seungkwan is right, though, boss. He definitely has a crush on you. He wouldn’t come in during all your shifts if he didn’t.” Soonyoung joined in on the conversation as he manned the register, counting the cash.

“Firstly, don’t call me that, I’m just your manager, the actual boss is Seungcheol, and he’ll reprimand you. Secondly, he does not have a crush on me. It’s a coincidence that he comes in during my shifts. He might just have breaks within his schedule during the day. Stop trying to ship Mingyu and me like some romcom fanfiction you two have going on in your heads.”

“We’re just saying what we’re seeing, manager. The way you’re flirting with him so casually also indicates the sign of interest—”

“You’re asking for a beating, Seungkwan,” you muttered as you threatened him with a rag this time, causing him to flinch and continue sweeping the floors. “I don’t flirt with him, I banter. And even if I were flirting, I do that to all our regulars–!”

“Mingyu’s our only regular, though..” Soonyoung murmured, and you sent him a glare. 

You were only like this because they’ve been pushing the idea of Mingyu having a massive crush on you for weeks now. You weren’t sure where it came from, but it was getting on your nerves since Mingyu was practically a stranger, and you didn’t want to lose a regular over some speculations from your coworkers.

When it was almost closing time, the three of you decided it was time to properly clean up and start closing the cafe. That’s when the door to the cafe opened, the bell on top ringing gently.

“We’re sorry but—” You cut yourself off when you saw the customer, your eyes widening before your expression dropped. “Jiwoon.”

Your tone was icy as you stared at your ex with nothing but hostility. Your ex had been showing up at your apartment building, begging you to take him back after he had cheated on you with your best friend. You had caught them when you wanted to surprise Jiwoon with a cake for his birthday. The cake was thrown at his face, to say the least. You hadn’t expected him to come to your job.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, your eyes squinting as your coworkers watched the whole thing unravel on the sidelines.

“Baby, come on—you can’t ignore me forever. I promise I've changed, I’m sorry. I won’t cheat on you again, just come back to me—”

Jiwoon pleaded. This is what always happened at first—he begged for you to take him back, and when you didn’t? He’d either get physical or verbally abuse you. You’ve gotten used to both, watching him throw a tantrum from afar, but never this close. Not when you were on the same footing, and you weren’t behind the counter.

“Jiwoon, get out of this establishment. I won’t repeat myself. You’re not welcome here,” you muttered sternly, seeing him frown at the clear rejection of his lame excuse of an apology.

When he raised a hand at you, you raised your hand to brace for impact, only for it not to come. You opened your eyes to see Mingyu, holding onto your ex-boyfriend’s raised wrist, seeing the other man struggling to get out of Mingyu’s grasp.

“Is that how you treat a person whom you want to take you back?” He said, tone dangerously low and deep as he shielded you from your ex, stepping between the two of you. He shoved Jiwoon back, a scoff leaving the latter’s mouth.

“What’s this? You got yourself a new boyfriend or something? You’re tossing our relationship away for this pretty-faced prick?” 

Your jaw clenched as you stood there. You weren’t going to take such abuse anymore, not from him. When you were about to speak up, you heard the back staff door open, signalling Seungcheol’s arrival from the upper office. Seungkwan probably notified him of the situation, your shoulders sagging lightly, but you were still tense.

“Jiwoon, just get the hell out before I call the cops.” Seungcheol threatened, making Jiwoon finally back off.

“This isn’t over, I’ll get you back whether you want me back or not, you ungrateful bitch—”

Then a crack was heard. Your eyes widened as Mingyu punched Jiwoon, not expecting him to do such a thing. Your ex stumbled onto the floor, wailing about how Mingyu broke his nose as he held it, bleeding over his probably designer shirt.

You watched as Jiwoon pathetically scrambled up, still holding onto his bleeding nose, and leaving the cafe. That’s when you finally let your shoulders sag, closing your eyes as your head hung low.

“Are you okay..?” Mingyu asked, hesitating to place his hand on your shoulder, and deciding against it to not startle you. Managing to nod, you sighed, rubbing your face before looking up at him with a weak smile.

“Yeah— yeah, I’m good.. What–what are you doing here, anyway?” You tilted your head, confused when Seungcheol walked over to the two of you, greeting Mingyu as if they had known each other for years. From the looks of it, they probably had.

“Ah, Seungcheol hyung wanted to discuss something with me, so I came, but then I saw the whole commotion.” He explained as Seungcheol murmured your name, telling you that you could head out first and that he’d close the shop up.

You thanked him quietly as you headed out back to change your clothes and grab your stuff. Mingyu repeated your name under his breath, causing Seungcheol to chuckle.

“She never told you her name, did she?” The older man raised his eyebrow at his friend. 

Mingyu shook his head. “Nope. Thanks for saying it, or I’d never figure it out. You really should invest in name tags.”

Getting home wouldn’t have been much of a hassle if it weren’t for your constant urge to look over your shoulder to check if Jiwoon would come back to harass you.

You truly needed to get a restraining order against him. So, you did that the first thing when you got home, filling out a petition and a couple of forms before sending them and hoping for a response in a few days. A sigh left your lips before you checked your phone, noticing a notification from an unknown number.

When you were about to block it, you decided to check who the message was from. You blinked when you realised it was Mingyu.

Mingyu: Uh, hey. It’s Mingyu. Don’t block me, please, Seungcheol hyung told me you had the tendency to do that. I just wanted to say hi ^^;

You snorted at the awkward greeting, your boss knowing you well enough to warn somebody like Mingyu about your blocking tendencies.

You: I take it that you got my number from Seungcheol, then?

Mingyu: Yeah, is that okay?

You: More than okay :) Why do you need it tho?

Mingyu: I uh wanted to get to know you better, I guess?

Oh. So he did want your number. That news slightly pleased and surprised you.

You: What do you wanna know, handsome?

God, you were totally flirting, but you couldn’t help yourself, grinning ear to ear as you watched the dots appear and disappear. Then another message appeared.

Mingyu: I don’t know, actually. You could tell me something interesting, and I’ll tell you something about myself ^^

You: Hmmm.. I have a cat back at my parents' house. His name’s Gamja :3

Mingyu: You named your cat ‘potato’?

Mingyu: Cute.

You: [sent 1 attachment]

You: He’s a glutton and round as a potato. I love to cuddle with him when I visit my parents’ place.

The two of you texted back and forth until you realised how late it had gotten. You sent one more text saying good night before turning your phone off and washing up for bed. You had morning classes tomorrow, and you dreaded the look on your history professor’s face when he saw you there, present, but sleeping. You’d gotten into trouble about sleeping in his lectures, but he never truly punished you for it. No one wanted to be there at the crack ass of dawn to study about King Sejong’s rule.

The next morning, you took a quick shower, made some tea, and left your apartment in a rush, realising how late you had woken up. You ran towards the history building, thankful that your dorm neighbourhood was just a ten-minute walk from campus.

Entering the lecture hall, you sighed in relief when you saw Joshua—one of your best friends—sitting by your usual spot in the upper corner of the hall. You made your way to him, huffing and panting as you took your laptop out of your bag.

“You just got here in time; the professor had to step out because another staff member called out for him.” He then handed you his notebook filled with notes you had missed last week. “He's going to be asking from these notes, so you'd better read them now while he's still gone.”

“Thank you, you're literally the best, Shua. " You hugged him before focusing on the notes, too busy reading to notice the person who entered and sat in the row behind you.

When the professor came back, he checked attendance, calling out your name before calling out a name that sounded a little too familiar.

“Kim Mingyu?”

“Present.” A familiar voice sent you back to reality as you suddenly turned around to see a familiar face. He gave you that toothy grin that exposed his adorable canines.

It was your regular from the cafe. He was Kim Mingyu? You had expected someone with the same name as him to go to your history class, but you never expected it to be him.

Maybe you were just too drowsy and unaware the last few times you attended your classes. He gave you a small wave, which you returned before you turned back around. That's when Joshua raised his eyebrow at you and nudged you gently.

“Since when did you know Mingyu?” He whispered, curiosity painted on his face, while he focused between talking to you and deliberately taking notes. Oh, to have the same skill set as your best friend.

You shrugged, acting as if it weren't a big deal before speaking. “He's that cute regular I told you about.”

Joshua made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth before nodding, understanding where the mutual ties had formed. The two of you chatted for a bit more before the professor called out your name, causing you to jolt and clench your jaw.

“Y-yes, prof?” You smiled faintly, while the older man looked at you with a stern look.

“What's the answer to this question?” He repeated, pointing at the board with the presentation. You faltered, feeling embarrassment coil in your gut as you murmured that you didn't know. “Well?”

That's when Mingyu whispered the answer from behind you, making you blurt out what you had heard. The professor hummed, his stern look subsiding slightly before softly chiding you. You looked back to look thankfully at Mingyu before pulling out your phone from under the desk.

You: Thanks.

Mingyu: It's fine. I know how prof Jung lays it heavy on you.

Mingyu: Though, you do sleep a lot, so I get why he does it to you

You: Who likes going to history lectures at 7:30 in the morning???

Mingyu: I do :)

You: …

You turned to glance at Mingyu, who seemed to be taking down notes, but was supporting a small smile on his lips as he typed on his laptop.

You: You're literally so strange.

Mingyu: Is that bad?

You: No

You: I like weird ;)

You could feel Mingyu staring at you as the three dots disappeared, then reappeared, then disappeared again, leaving you slightly disappointed that he didn't respond to your reply. After a minute or two, your phone buzzed again.

Mingyu: Do you flirt like this with anyone else, or am I special?

Mingyu: Because I really hope it's the latter

A snort left you, causing a few people to glance at you, making you hunch a bit to make yourself small as you replied to Mingyu’s message.

You: It's the latter, trust me. I don't usually flirt with hot guys.

Mingyu: So you think I'm hot?

It was your turn to feel flustered, the copious amount of times you had teased and flirted with Mingyu finally retaliating against you as you admitted you found him hot.

You turned off your phone after that, causing Mingyu to huff softly as you stifled your smile.

“Are you two sexting or something?” Joshua suddenly whispered, causing your ears to burn as you stepped on your best friend's foot, causing him to yelp.

When class was about to end, the professor announced that there was going to be a group project that was going to cost half the semester's grade, and that he'd already chosen who was with whom, and started reading off the list he had.

That's when he called out your name, and you crossed your fingers that your partner would be Joshua—

“And you're paired up with Kim Mingyu. That'll be all. Class dismissed.” 

You froze. You weren't paired up with your best friend. Instead, you were paired up with your hot regular from the cafe. No, no, no, no—

“Excuse me, prof..? Is–is there any possibility for me to swi—”

“I'm sorry, but no. You're paired up with Mr. Kim for a reason. He's one of the best students in class, and you should be glad I decided to pair you up with him instead of Mr. Hong.”

You clenched your jaw and sighed, taking in the defeat. You walked out of the lecture hall like a deflated balloon, seeing Joshua look at you with a somber smile. 

“Hey. It'll be okay… didn't you say you knew Mingyu?” He comforted you as you groaned.

“I mean, yes, but also no, we're—we're acquaintances at best. I barely know him, and now I have to work with him instead of my amazing best friend?”

Joshua rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You're overthinking this. Plus, I could clearly see you were enjoying yourself texting him earlier.”

“I told you to stop peering over my shoulder when I use my phone; that's literally a breach of privacy.” You hissed as you hit your best friend. He snickered, taking your light hits with grace.

“Guilty as charged, but my point still stands. You want to get to know him. So, do that. You're already shamelessly flirting with him. That's a sign.”

You sighed once more, knowing that he was right. You could get to know Mingyu better this way, and maybe figure out what had you so intrigued with him in the first place. When you were about to walk out of the building, Mingyu called out your name, jogging behind you.

“Good luck, I have another class. Toodles~” Joshua winked at you as he rushed out of the building, leaving you with Mingyu once he had caught up to you.

“Hi,” he greeted, a bit breathless as he smiled.

“Hi.” You smiled back, rocking on your heels as you held your books. “What's up?”

“Oh, uh, I wanted to talk about the project, if that's alright with you.” He scratched his cheek before adding. “If you have another lecture, maybe I could walk you there?”

It was sweet of him to offer, your expression softening as you agreed. Mingyu’s face lit up at that, his smile widening. “Perfect, so…”

You and Mingyu had chatted all the way to your next class that was thankfully close to the history department building. You accepted the idea to work on the project after your shift at his place. It wouldn’t be too late by then, and you were more than curious to see what his place looked like.

It wasn’t like it was weird to come over to a guy’s place to work on a project, right?

“Oh, he totally will get his dick wet if you come over to his place! Girl, I told you he wants to suck face with you.” Seungkwan exclaimed as you got to the cafe after your classes, getting ready for your shift as you put on your apron.

You just scoffed at Seungkwan’s vivid detail of what would happen if you ended up going to Mingyu’s place after work. You were still unconvinced with the ‘Mingyu has a crush on you’ theory, just shaking it off as you headed out back to the main area of the cafe to switch shifts with Jeonghan, one of your other coworkers, whom you usually didn’t meet often, since he was on the job in the mornings.

“Seungkwan is still going with the ‘regular having a crush on you’ theory?” He asked as he took his apron off, letting out a whistle before clicking his tongue. “I gotta say, I’m not here on your shift often, but I can see why that overgrown puppy likes you. You’re likeable, you know?”

Jeonghan nodded towards the door where Mingyu had just entered before giving you and Seungkwan a salute and heading towards the staff backroom. That was your sign to take your place at the empty register and take Mingyu’s usual order as you rang him up.

“We see each other again after such a short time. Must be fate, no?” He smiled, and you rolled your eyes playfully as you wrote down ‘Menghyu’ on his cup this time as you passed it to Seungkwan, who cackled.

“You’re holding up the line, Mingyu,” you murmured, making him realise that was indeed what he was doing and moving aside, causing you to stifle a small smile before taking the next person’s order.

Once Seungkwan was finished with preparing Mingyu’s order, Soonyoung switched positions with you as you read and called out the name you had written on the cup. “Caramel Macchiato with extra caramel for Menghyu! Menghyu!”

You called out the name twice, and Mingyu walked over with a flushed expression, taking the cup from the counter as he pouted. “I try to flirt back with you, and you retaliate with such mean tactics.”

“That’s just a part of my charm, hot stuff.” You winked before focusing on your job; you were surprised that he wanted to flirt back with you, proving Seungkwan’s theory a bit more true. But you weren’t going to linger on it. Not when you didn’t have solid proof to indicate it, at least.

Mingyu stuck around until about closing time, waiting for you to get off work, so the two of you could head to his apartment that was close by. Seungkwan and Soonyoung held their thumbs up for you as you flipped the two of them off as you left with Mingyu.

“You’re close to the two of them,” Mingyu pointed out softly, his eyes warm as both of you walked by the slightly damp sidewalk. It had rained earlier, leaving a heavy scent of soil and, well, rain. 

You hummed softly as you answered. “They’re menaces, but yeah, they’re nice.”

Once you had gotten to Mingyu’s apartment, he opened the door for you, letting you enter first as you took your shoes off and placed them by the entrance. Mingyu did the same before leading you over to his living room.

The space he lived in was neat; two shelves with a bunch of history books and whatnot, some memorabilia, CDs, and pictures of people who seemed like Seungcheol and Mingyu’s parents. It was homey with a mix of modernity to it—and it felt like Mingyu, even if you didn’t know him that well yet.

“Please, sit. Would you like anything to drink?” He asked, seemingly nervous as you looked around his place. You nodded politely as you tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling.

“Your place is nice.” You complimented as you sat down on the leather couch, making yourself comfortable as you took your laptop and notebooks out to place on the coffee table in front of you. Mingyu hummed as he made you some tea, brewing it gently before coming back to hand you the cup.

“Thanks… It took me a while to get it as it is. I used to have so little stuff.” He chuckled awkwardly as he sat down beside you, but far enough to give you some space. You glanced at him, intrigued by the space he had made before patting the cushion gently.

“Sit here, we’ll need to work closely to make this kind of work, no?” That was a lie, but none of you were about to call yourselves out on it as Mingyu swallowed thickly and scooted over to the spot you had patted. Your knees brushed against each other, sending a jolt through both of your bodies, but you pretended it didn’t affect you as you grabbed your notes. Skimming through them, you acted as if you didn’t notice Mingyu staring at you, his hands fidgeting on his lap.

“Prof said we should focus on this part for the project, correct?” You pointed at the topic in your notes as you leaned over closer to Mingyu, trying to test something out as you heard his breath stutter and he hummed weakly.

“I–uh, yeah…” He murmured, watching as you moved away, but still sitting close to him. You could feel the warmth seeping from him from this distance, and you couldn’t help but nibble on your lower lip before looking up at him, your eyes meeting. Mingyu’s gaze moved away as his cheeks warmed, causing you to giggle.

“What— what’s so funny?”

“Nothing.. I just find you incredibly cute when you’re flustered because of me.” You admitted, and that caused him to flush even more, his cheeks a reddish hue.

This just confirmed Seungkwan’s suspicions, therefore proving his theory correct. You were never going to tell him, though; he’d figure it out anyway. So, you decided to make your move on Mingyu, tilting your head to the side as you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

“Is there anything you wanna tell me, Mingyu?” Your tone was coated with something sweet—honey, probably. Mingyu wasn’t sure as he struggled to form a sentence in his brain when you were so pretty sitting there, in his space, in his apartment.

He groaned, rubbing his hand along his face before chuckling awkwardly. “Was I that obvious?”

“No, actually.” You glanced away, feeling embarrassed by the fact that you were oblivious to his crush on you. “Seungkwan was the one who pointed it out to me. I didn’t really believe him, but now…”

You trailed off, and Mingyu swallowed thickly once more when you moved, climbing over to his lap, straddling him. “Now, I think I believe that theory. Is he correct?”

Your voice was softer, a little unsure as Mingyu’s hands trembled when he touched your hips and pressed you down against his crotch. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he tried to comprehend the fact that you were on his lap. The pretty manager from the cafe that he frequented was sitting on his lap.

“I—fuck, yes, Seungkwan’s totally right, I do have a crush on you, and I’m gonna sound like a loser and slight pervert, but can I eat you out?” He babbled, voice slightly whiny as he bucked his hips against you. It was your turn to open and close your mouth like a fish, not expecting him to request such a thing. The request alone made your cunt tighten around nothing as you felt your panties stick to your folds.

“Ask me again.” You decided that you wanted to use this to your advantage before giving him what he wanted. He groaned, knowing that you were going to tease him and make him beg for it, but he didn’t have the patience for that as he bucked his hips against you again, rocking you against his hardening cock.

“Please, please let me eat your pussy, it’ll be so good, I promise, I’ll make you cum so hard, I swear—” he decided to resort to pleading after a minute or two when you didn’t relent, his eyes glazing as he looked at you with that sad puppy dog look. That made you fold, nodding frantically as you hoped his words were as good as he ate pussy.

He thanked you as he pressed soft kisses along your jaw, down to your neck and collarbones, lifting your sweater gently to touch your bare skin. He flipped the two of you over as he continued to lift your top, moving it past your chest as he kissed and nipped down your cleavage. 

“So pretty,” he groaned, kissing your stomach until he met the metal button of your jeans. He clumsily undid them, tugging your pants down along with your panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor as his face was met with your glistening cunt. “Fuck, you’re dripping—is this all for me? Is it?”

He whined as you nodded, kissing along the insides of your thighs, pulling you closer as his nose pressed against your mound and he inhaled. Your face flushed as he seemed to take his time, holding onto your thighs tightly while giving your pussy little kisses that made your hips buck against his face.

“Patience is a virtue, is it not, sweetheart?” He purred, and when you were about to complain, he licked a stripe along your already soaked slit, making you moan. 

Mingyu lapped and slurped your pussy like a man with a mission, and it was to see you cum around his mouth and fingers. When you were trembling from the sheer amount of teasing with his tongue, he moved one of his hands from your thigh to slap your dripping cunt, making you yelp.

“M-Mingyu–” you keened out as another strike came, making your toes curl as your hole drooled more slick, dripping down to his leather cushions.

“Fuck, look at you… You’re making such a mess on my couch, baby. You like having your pretty pussy slapped, don’t you?”

He was filthy, sucking at your clit as you cried out from how close you were getting to your orgasm. He could see how your hole spasmed as he teased it with his fingers before gently pushing two digits inside of you, filling you up. 

Your pussy sucked him in greedily, tightly clenching around him as he fucked his fingers into you, watching the squelching noises coming out of your pretty cunt. He continued to suckle at your clit before finding that spongy spot inside you that immediately triggered your orgasm. 

“Mingyu, I—I’m coming!” You cried out, your back arching off the couch as your hips bucked into his face violently, while he drew your orgasm out by continuing his ministrations on your clit and massaging your insides with his skilled digits until you were writhing.

“That’s it, sweetheart, continue coming, that’s it, let me clean you up…” He muttered against your cunt as he pulled his fingers out of you, diving in to lap up your juices, enjoying drinking it up as if it were aged wine. 

By the time he was done, he had made you come a second time, your body twitching as tears streaked down your cheeks, fully ruined on his couch. He moved away from your pussy, placing your legs down before cooing softly as he wiped your tears and made you look at him.

“A–are we done..?” You mumbled, still panting as he nodded, making you whine with a pout. Mingyu blinked, confused, before you added. “Aren’t… Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

Mingyu wanted to, but he wasn’t sure if you could take it. He wanted to cherish and be careful with you, not wanting to hurt you for your first time with him. When you noticed his slightly conflicted look, you wrapped your legs around his hips, surprising him.

“I want you to fuck me, Mingyu..” Those words were enough to make any guy dizzy, but when you said it with so much certainty, he couldn’t deny you. So, he picked you up with ease, supporting you by your ass and neck as he carried you to his room before placing you onto his bed with the utmost care and gentleness he could.

“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right. And on a bed. I’m not fucking my crush on my couch,” he muttered, causing you to giggle as he pressed soft kisses all over your face before finally undoing your bra and getting rid of your sweater, leaving you fully naked under him, while he was still fully clothed.

He noticed the way you tugged on his shirt, immediately getting rid of it, revealing his toned abs and muscles. He chuckled when you murmured out a “holy shit” before trailing your hands along his bare chest. 

“Take off your pants,” you grumbled, already helping him with undoing his jeans. Mingyu snorted at how impatient you were as he shimmied his jeans down and discarded them on the floor with the rest of your clothes.

When he was left with only his boxer briefs, that’s when you noticed the huge bulge it was supporting and the small wet patch that was forming in the middle. You licked your lips as you glanced up at him, his chest rising and falling before he finally pulled his boxers down, revealing his already leaking cock.

You practically drooled at the sight—he was big, big. You had expected it, but good lord, it was better than you imagined. It was slightly curved upwards, cut with a pretty dusty pink tip. A moan left your lips when he nudged it against your slit, grinding himself back and forth to coat himself with your slick before positioning himself against your entrance.

“A–are you sure you can take it–?” Mingyu hesitated, truly wanting to be sure before going any further. It was sweet of him, but you just wanted to get railed as you nodded and pushed your heels against the lower part of his back. 

His hips stuttered as he finally pushed the tip into you, moaning softly as your hole spasmed around him, welcoming him in with no trouble whatsoever. It was like you were made for him, and he’d never want to let you go. 

“F-fuck, you’re so tight—” He muttered before realising he didn’t put on a condom when he bottomed out inside you. “Shit—”

“What..?” You whined, confusion painting your face as your body got pliant under him, nails digging into his back.

“I–I forgot to put a condom on,” he murmured, planning on pulling out, only for your legs to tighten around his hips, and that caused him to groan. “You… you don’t want me to put one on–?”

You shook your head, reassuring him that it was okay. “I’m.. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

“Me too.” He sighed in relief, nuzzling his face into your neck when he started to move, slow and deep as he dragged his hips before slamming into you, which made you squeal from pleasure. Once he knew you got more comfortable, he started to quicken his pace, skin slapping against skin, filling the room along with his soft grunts and your whimpered moans.

It was surreal. One minute, the two of you were in his living room, planning to work on your history project, and the next, you were in his bed fucking like rabbits.

Continuing to pound into your squelching pussy, Mingyu moved his hand between the two of you, finding your clit with ease, and started to circle the pudgy nub with his thumb, causing your hole to clench around him tighter. He let out a choked groan as he watched his cock come in and out of you, leaving a milky white ring around the base of his dick.

“Fuck, you’re making such a mess on my dick, baby.. I might not last like this,” Mingyu muttered out breathlessly, feeling himself get closer to the edge as he rubbed on your clit in tighter circles. If he was gonna cum, he was gonna cum after you’ve milked his cock for what it was worth.

“Mingyu—” you whined, heels digging deeper into his lower back and nails dragging along the expanse of his back, making him hiss at the pleasure mixed with pain.

“Come on, pretty girl, cum for me, do it so I can fill your tight pussy. You want that, don’t you? You want me to cum and make you mine?”

You moaned and nodded, his words sending you over the edge as you came around his thick shaft, spasming and milking him dry. Mingyu chased his orgasm while prolonging yours, and spilling into you after a few thrusts, stilling as he filled you up to the brim, letting his cum overflow around his cock and leak out of your used hole. 

Pulling out, the two of you groaned in unison, and Mingyu watched as your mixed juices leaked out of you. He glanced at his clock on his nightstand, realising how late it had gotten, plopping over on his stomach right beside you.

“Do you want to stay the night..? It’s a little late, and I don’t want you going home in the dark.” He gave you a reason to stay. That was rare for guys, but considering that Mingyu had a crush on you, it made sense. He’d want you to stay.

“Yeah, I–I’d like that.” You yawned, planning to catch some shut-eye, but not before Mingyu got up from the bed to get a damp towel from his bathroom to clean you up. After that, he pulled the sheets between the two of you, bringing you close to his chest and falling asleep.

The next morning, Mingyu woke up alone in his bed. He frowned, your body nowhere to be found, as he sat up on his bed to see a note left on his bed.

‘Got an early class this morning :) I made you breakfast; it’s on the table. see you xo.’

Mingyu blinked at the note, confusion and doubt filling his chest. You just left without waking him up? He couldn’t help but wonder why as he put on a pair of sweatpants that were hanging on his chair before heading to the kitchen to see food, indeed, being on the table. 

He sighed, deciding to text you, but received no response after thirty minutes, causing his frown to deepen. You always texted back after a minute or two. Was he too forward? Was he too hopeful to expect you’d stay after he told you about how he felt? He wouldn’t know until he talked to you, but you weren’t answering him.

“You what?! Girl, you'd better answer his texts. Now.” Seungkwan smacked you with a clean rag, making you glare at your coworker, who then apologised quickly, not wanting to get a beating from you, but he was right. You couldn’t just ignore Mingyu after that night at his place.

“I–I don’t know, you know? We barely know each other, and it’s just… I don’t think that it’d pan out in the long run.” You voiced out your doubts as you wiped your hands against your apron, having changed into the morning shift with Jeonghan just for the next few days.

Seungkwan groaned, muttering your name and facepalming as he looked at you with the most judging look in the book. “So what if the two of you don’t know each other that well? You will! If you talk to him, it’ll work out. Why the hell would you just leave him a note like some one nightstand and not reply to his texts?! That’s borderline insane behaviour, by the way. And extremely mean.”

You buried your face into your hands, hoping the ground would eat you whole after doing Mingyu like some booty call. “Everything’s happening too quickly, I just—I can’t deal with these feelings right now!”

“Didn’t you say you had a project with him?” Soonyoung suddenly spoke as he booted up the coffee machines for the day. “You can’t avoid him forever, you know.”

It was your turn to groan, rubbing your face as your frustration grew. You knew you couldn’t avoid Mingyu forever, but you needed time to process everything. 

Seeing him sleeping so peacefully on his bed earlier that morning made it hard to leave, but you did what you had to do. You couldn’t just… stay, even if you wanted to. Staying would mean talking, and you couldn’t handle that. Not yet. Not when you just figured out that he had a crush on you, and you maybe had feelings for him. You weren’t sure what you felt!

Sure, you found him incredibly attractive, and he was funny, and everything you'd ever want in a guy, but deep down, you were terrified. What if he couldn't see through your flaws and wouldn't want to stay through the hard times? What if—

“You're overthinking this again.” Seungkwan pulled you out of your thoughts as he placed his arm on your shoulder. “He's not Jiwoon. Don't self-sabotage a relationship that hasn't flourished yet. Trust the process and talk to him.”

You looked guiltily at your coworker, knowing he was fully right, and you should stop overthinking and just do as he said. Trust the process. You wanted to scoff. That was easier said than done, and you were as stubborn as a mule. You had “trusted the process” with Jiwoon, so why would this be any different with Mingyu?

“Because he's actually a good guy.” Seungcheol came out of nowhere, startling you and your two coworkers. You seemed to have said your thoughts out loud, grumbling softly as you looked down at your shoes, hugging yourself.

Seungcheol sighed, giving you a pensive look. “I've known Mingyu for about our whole lives; he's a great guy, and he wouldn't just leave you, especially when he's literally worshipping the ground you walk on.”

You gave him an incredulous look as he chuckled. He knew how stubborn you could be, so it made sense you couldn't fully believe him.

“What I'm saying is that he likes you a lot. Give it a chance. I'm not saying you should decide now, but don't give him the silent treatment. It'll kill him.”

You avoided Mingyu for three days. Three whole days with no contact besides emails about the project and everything project-related. You read his messages through your notifications, too much of a pussy to actually fully check them. That would mean leaving him on read, and you didn’t want to seem like you were ghosting him after fucking him—

Though you totally were acting like you were ghosting him. You had purposefully switched shifts with Jeonghan so you wouldn’t bump into Mingyu, and avoided him as best as you could around campus. It was gnawing at you.

You were currently at your usual secluded spot at the library, tapping your pen against your notebook as you stared at the block of text you were supposed to study for your presentation, but were unable to focus because of Mingyu eating at your thoughts. You groaned, closing your laptop as you buried your face in your hands and rested your head against the table.

“Are you struggling to study, or are you thinking about something else?”

You snapped your head up to look at none other than Mingyu. How the hell did he find this spot? People rarely came this far into the library, and it was your very own little corner.

As if reading your mind, he smiled. “I figured you liked this spot when I stumbled upon it a couple of days ago. It’s not too cramped, but it’s filled with classical literature, which I noticed you carry around a lot. It was easy to figure out you’d hang around the section.”

“I— you–” your words failed you as you struggled to voice out what you had in mind. What are you doing here? Aren’t you mad? “Mingyu.”

That’s what you settled with—his name. He seemed calm, no frowns or accusatory words coming out of him as he just stood there.

“That’s my name, yes…” He trailed off, fiddling with the backrest of the chair beside you. “Mind if I sit?”

You shook your head, letting him sit down and take out his laptop and other books. He sat close, and you swallowed as you managed to take a whiff of his cologne. God, why did he have to smell so good?

“So, what are you having trouble with?” He asked, glancing at your screen as his arm brushed against yours. He was calm. Too calm.

You cleared your throat as you spoke up. “Mingyu.. I—”

“Hmm? Come on, pretty, talk to me. We can talk about this later, focus on the project—”

“I can’t focus on the project because I keep thinking about you.” You finally blurted out, taking in a shaky breath as you looked at him. His jaw ticked, and the sight made your pussy clench around nothing as he took in a deep breath.

“Are we really gonna do this here, pretty girl?” He murmured, sounding a bit hurt as he finally put down his calm facade. You could see the sadness and confusion in his eyes as he continued to speak. “What happened? Why are you avoiding me? I came to the cafe a few days ago, and you weren’t on your regular shift… Did.. Did I do something wrong that night?”

You could feel your world getting smaller as his question rang in your ears. 

Did he do something wrong? 

Of course, he didn’t. This was your fault for making him doubt your feelings towards him, since your own thoughts were causing you to doubt his. It was a mess, and you knew it.

“No, no-! I—I just… God, I don’t know how to say this.” You rubbed your eyes as you chuckled bitterly. “I’m just… I don’t know, Mingyu. I broke up with Jiwoon months ago, but the relationship keeps haunting me. Even if I don’t show it, I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared that I’ll just ruin everything—”

“Whoa, wait—where is this coming from?” Mingyu grabbed your shoulder, turning you to face him. “Why would you ruin everything? From what I saw that night, the bastard tried to lay his hand on you. None of that was your fault.”

You looked away, but he caressed your cheek with his other hand, causing you to glance back at him. He cooed your name softly in a way that made your heart melt. 

“Listen to me. I’d never try to hurt you. Never. I’d throw myself off a cliff before that happened.” He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood somehow as he kept talking. “I just want what you want, but you have to start talking to me. I was dying out there without your little texts.”

He pouted, making you chuckle softly. He kept caressing your face, rubbing his thumb along the apple of your cheek. You leaned in as you closed your eyes, your thoughts calming down as he continued to reassure you about everything.

Once you were fully reassured, you turned your chair to face his, pushing yourself off your seat, and cradled Mingyu’s face into your hands. His eyes widened, but he didn’t stop you as you leaned in and pressed soft kisses along his face before finally landing a soft one on his lips.

“Is this okay..?” You asked against his lips, and he hummed, nodding gently. You continued kissing him until Mingyu finally decided to retaliate and kiss you back. A squeak left your lips when his chair dragged along the library’s linoleum floor before he grabbed you and placed you on his lap, all while not breaking the kiss.

Mingyu’s hands rested on your hips, while your hands tangled in his hair at the base of his neck, tugging gently. He groaned softly against your lips, continuing to kiss you as his tongue easily slipped into your mouth when you parted your mouth slightly. You eagerly sucked on the wet muscle, swirling your tongue around his as his hips bucked from under you.

You could feel how hard he was in his sweats, his hard-on pretty evident against the grey fabric. He groaned when you ground against him, the noise going straight to your cunt as you felt your panties getting wetter the more you ground against him.

“B–baby, we can’t do this here—” he grunted, pulling away from the kiss, his legs trembling as you continued to grind against him, his hands tightening around your hips as he didn’t stop you. “We might get—”

“Caught..? Mingyu, no one comes here but me. Let me make it up to you, okay?” You mumbled, and he couldn’t help but fold under your sweet words and needy gaze. His hands wandered until they settled on your ass, squeezing gently as he pressed you down harder against his erection.

He leaned his head down to nip at your jaw and neck, as you mewled, your fingers tugged on his hair once more, causing him to buck his hips against you. “I wanna fuck your pussy again.. Can I fuck your sweet cunt again, baby?”

“Yeah—” you keened out, tilting your head back as Mingyu continued to place open-mouthed kisses along the base of your throat while fumbling with the buttons of your jeans, undoing them with a little more confidence this time around before shimmying them down, along with your panties. He tugged his own sweats and boxers down to his thighs, his cock twitching as it pressed against your ass.

Mingyu cursed softly under his breath as he positioned himself against your entrance, missing the feeling of your skin against his for the past few days you’ve avoided him. When he started slowly pushing in, you had to muffle your moans against the crook of his neck, just in case some student decided it’d be a good day to visit this section of the library, but at the same time, the thrill of getting caught sent jolts of pleasure down your spine.

You pussy sucked his shaft in greedily, clenching and unclenching around him as you keened out a whine when he fully sheathed himself inside you, hips flush against each other. He started with slow, small grinds, letting you get used to the angle before raising you all the way up and slamming you down again. The action made you choke out a moan as he repeated the motion a couple of times.

“M–Mingyu—” You shuddered when he bit the soft skin of your neck, sucking gently and leaving a mark as he started to thrust up into you.

“Yeah, baby? What is it?” He moved his face away from your neck to look at you, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he gazed at you like you were a goddess.

“I–I like you. A lot.” You managed to mumble out, cheeks flushing as you stifled your sweet moans, your head tilting back a little bit. He chuckled as his hips got rougher, pistoning his cock into you, and making you bounce on him.

“Yeah? You like me? Baby, I’m enamoured by you. You’re like—fuck, I can’t think of a good example while I’m balls deep inside you, but you’re divine. My pretty goddess—ngh..”

You flushed as you buried your face into his shoulder once more, your gut coiling with arousal as the band stretched, your orgasm reaching close. Pressing a feather-like kiss on Mingyu’s neck, he whimpered, his grip on your hips tightening as he fucked you sloppier and deeper, while babbling how good you felt.

“Gonna cum, baby—I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up to the brim, okay? You’ll let me do that, right? Fill you up as I did back then?” He murmured, sounding whiny and pathetic as he pleaded with you. Too dizzy with pleasure, you nodded, wanting nothing else but his load inside of you while you fucked recklessly in the library. 

You were sure that if you got caught, you’d get banned from coming to the library for the next twenty years. But you didn’t care. All you wanted was for Mingyu to fill you up like a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving. 

Feeling your orgasm get closer, you moved your hand between your bodies, touching your throbbing clit as you moaned at the pressure you were giving yourself, cunt tightening impossibly around Mingyu’s dick, causing him to let out a choked groan as he watched you touch yourself while he continued pounding into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m coming!” Mingyu groaned as he spilled hot spurts of sticky cum into your cunt, not being able to hold himself back as your pussy milked him dry. His release triggered yours, making you cry out quietly and close your eyes tightly as you twitched and shuddered.

The two of you panted against each other before Mingyu pulled out, a hiss coming out of his lips at the loss of your tightness as he quickly put your panties on you before your mixed juices could drip out.

“Walk around my cum inside you as punishment, baby.” He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips before fixing you and himself up.

You were a breathless mess, feeling like a baby deer standing on your own after fucking Mingyu. He stifled his laughs as you hit his shoulder as you walked out of the library, pretending as if you hadn't just gotten railed. The two of you came out to breathe in the evening air before Mingyu decided to crouch over, waiting for you to climb on his back.

“What are you doing..?” You asked, standing there, pretending not to limp as you shifted from one leg to another, while some students looked over at you.

“Come on, I’m not having you walk all funny to my apartment. Just get on my back, princess.”

You hesitated for a moment before relenting, getting on his back as you lazily wrapped your arms around his neck, while he supported your weight by hooking his arms over the underside of your knees. 

Once you had gotten to his apartment, he placed you on his couch, making sure you were comfortable before grabbing some snacks and drinks from his pantry. He sat down beside you, snuggling in close as he took the remote and turned on the TV.

“You brought me over to watch movies?” You murmured, pretending to complain as he kissed your temple. He popped a chip into his mouth while humming, pulling you impossibly closer.

“I wanna spend some quality time with my girl—I mean, er…” He faltered, tensing up as he slipped up. He glanced at you, your posture relaxed as you settled against him, prompting him to let out a relieved sigh.

“I like the sound of that,” you said simply, a small, shy smile forming on your lips. “Your girl.”

“Yeah? Can I show my girl how much she means to me?” He purred into your ear, and your entire body heated up at the tone he was using, knowing where this was going to lead.

“Yeah.”

“Ugh, the two of you are insufferable! Go back to being oblivious, so I don’t have to witness this—” Seungkwan moved his hands to motion over to you and Mingyu. “—this canoodling!”

He pretended to gag, Mingyu pressing a few more kisses on your face before you finally pushed him off. “That’s enough, mister. I have a shift to start.”

“But I’m gonna miss you,” Mingyu whined, pawing at your hips before backing off when he saw Seungcheol coming out of the staff room. He cleared his throat, glancing away as he pretended not to be clingy towards you for the past ten minutes. You covered your giggle with a cough while your boss looked at his friend with a deadpan stare.

“What did I say about bothering my staff during their work hours, Gyu?” Seungcheol reminded him, pointing at the “No mingling with the staff (especially the manager)” sign by the cafe menu. It was put there about a month ago when you and Mingyu were caught by Seungcheol and Jeonghan making out in the staff room, Mingyu’s hands roaming in inappropriate places where they shouldn’t have been roaming in the first place, especially in a semi-public space.

“But she’s my girlfriend—”

“She was my staff first. So, cry to the wall.” Mingyu looked at you for help, but you only shrugged, knowing you couldn’t go against your boss’s rules. He grunted, sighing in defeat as he sat down on the stool by the counters and perched his chin on his hand, watching you with a look full of love.

 Who knew that paying for overpriced coffee was truly worth it when you could meet the love of your life there?

*Bonus:

“Mingyu, that’s not how you do it—” you snorted as you tried teaching your boyfriend latte art, seeing him fail miserably.

“This is hard! I almost burnt myself two times now!” He whined as Seungkwan rolled his eyes and Soonyoung snickered.

“Please, you just suck. Latte art is essential in this line of work, and you can’t even do something so simple.” 

“Seungkwan, shut up, you literally cried the first time you succeeded.” You exposed your coworker, making him side-eye you as you giggled and continued teaching your boyfriend how to correctly hold the cup and pour.

Mingyu succeeded after the fifth time, and he was so proud that he decided to take a selfie with it and post it on his close friend’s Instagram story. That’s when Joshua came into the cafe, and your boyfriend eagerly bragged about his success. A smile found your lips before Seungkwan started talking again.

“Your boyfriend is lowkey such a loser,” Seungkwan whispered to you, and you smacked him. “Ow-! I mean, you say it yourself.”

“He is, but only I can say that. He’s my loser.”

She leaned in the way she always did, hovering just a little too near for comfort, eyes trained on you with that same unsettling focus, like she was waiting—hoping—to catch something she could later pick apart under the guise of a joke.

As you sipped your drink, completely zoned out, you heard your name being called and with a sugar-coated mocking laugh, “God, and I remember in uni, you had absolutely no game when it came to getting guys.” 

You almost laughed, but all you could muster was a forced smile, knowing that there hadn’t been someone in a long time.

A couple of people nearby go quiet, subtle but enough that you could feel the shift in their curiosity and pondering.

Mina tilted her head, studying you like she’s flipping through the old version of you, before her smile sharpens.

“I’m sure you’re just as… free-spirited now.” 

It lands exactly how she wanted it to, a realisation you felt when your fingers tightened slightly around your glass.

You knew that tone. Knew exactly what she was doing—digging, waiting, hoping you’d give her something she could twist later.

Something she could laugh about with other people.

Though you’d thought it’d been enough time to mature enough not to let her comments affect you, something in you couldn’t shake off the way she’d gain the satisfaction of being right and, once again, making you look inferior.

You let out a soft, almost amused breath, tilting your head.

"No, I'm seeing someone actually." You take a slow sip, smirking to yourself when you see a look of her composure slipping for a split-second flicker across her face, then set your glass down, “But thank you for your concern.” 

Her brows lift slightly, curiosity slipping through the cracks of that practiced smile.

“Oh?” You can feel the attention now, the entire group now listening while looking at you, shocked that you hadn’t brought it up at all. 

“Who?” A friend asked, softer this time. There’s a second where you could still take it back.

Perhaps try to say something vague or laugh it off, all in all, to let her win.

Instead, you shrug, like it’s nothing, when your eye catches someone standing across the club. 

"Mingyu."

The name drops easily, far too easily for your liking, then her expression contorts to full-on disbelief, making you mentally pat yourself on the back.

Minju blinked.

“…Mingyu?” she repeated, her voice hitching ever so slightly, curiosity flashing fast behind her eyes. “As in Kim Mingyu?" She echoed, stunned. "The same Mingyu that I liked?”

Still, you hold her gaze, steady and unbothered. “Yeah.” 

You took another slow sip of your drink, shrugging one shoulder like it was nothing, even though your heart had picked up just a little too fast.

You hadn’t planned on bringing him up.

But the effect was instant.

Her smile faltered, recalibrating, suddenly more interested. More careful.

“Oh,” she said, softer now, almost calculating. “I didn’t know you were… seeing someone like him.”

“Yeah,” you say, eyes flicking back to hers with something unreadable. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Mina.”

It lands exactly how you want it to.

Not defensive. Not bragging.

Just enough to remind her she’s not as in-the-know as she likes to think.

“Since when?” You tilt your head slightly, letting the corner of your mouth lift. “Since it stopped being your business.”

Inside, your mind was running a million miles a minute while everything felt like it was a burning dumpster fire.

That one landed surprisingly well, except you knew it was so out of character for you, making you hyperaware of every glance that lingered a second too long.

Of course they noticed, you never snapped like that, and you definitely never brought up the fact that you were seeing someone.

Let alone him.

You see it though, the way Mina’s smile tightened, the way she didn’t have a clean way out of it without pushing too hard.

So she exhales, light and dismissive, like she’s the one choosing to drop it. 

“Wow, I uh- didn’t expect that,” Mina says, before letting out an awkward cough, “I should uhm- get going.” 

As soon as she was out of sight, your friends all looked at you, before one spoke up. “So, when were you going to tell us you were seeing Mingyu?”

Now, looking at the melting ice in your drink, you simply stated with all the confidence you could muster up, “When the time was right. I didn’t want to make it a big thing.” 

Except, it had become a big thing, even after you’d gotten off the hook, when you were back at the bar, waiting for your drink as a tall figure came to stand close beside you.

The moment you turned to tell the person for invading your personal space, you’re stunned to see none other than Mingyu, looking back at you with a pointed look. 

“Care to explain why I just found out from someone else that we’re dating?” His voice sent chills down your spine, the familiar roughness that you’d once adored.

“Nope,” you tried to play it off as heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. “No clue what you’re talking about.” 

“Really?” He cuts in, stepping closer to where your bodies are pressed up against each other.

You can already feel your friends’ gazes on your back, taking in the scene between you and Mingyu, which you’d noticed he’d caught on too as he looked in their direction.

“Because I can go ahead and tell your little group that’s giggling over there that you lied, as well as everyone else who’s been asking.”

Your heart began to beat faster at the potential aftermath, knowing it would be even more embarrassing for you if Minju ever found out.

With a heavy sigh, you look at him in the same brown eyes you’d gotten used to.

“It was just to get someone off my back,” you say. “I needed a name.”

He lets out a quiet, humourless laugh. “And you picked mine.”

You crossed your arms. “Obviously, you weren’t supposed to hear about it.” Mingyu tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing.

“Yeah?” his voice lower now. “That was your plan? Use me and hope I don’t notice?”

Clearly, this became a lot bigger than you’d anticipated. “We’re not even—” he gestured vaguely between you, frustration slipping through, “—that anymore.”

The shame built up in you as the memories came rushing back, the ones of hushed words, lingering secret touches, and soft moans filling the atmosphere in each other’s rooms.

You’d never let yourself pretend it meant anything more than convenience, or timing, or the kind of thing that only worked in dim lighting and closed doors.

Your jaw tightens slightly, forcing the memories back where they belong.

“That was a long time ago,” you said, quieter now, like saying it softer might make it more true.

Mingyu lets out a short breath through his nose, something almost like a laugh but without any humour in it.

His gaze drags over your face, searching, like he’s trying to find where exactly you decided that.

“Yeah,” he muttered.

“Funny how you only remember that now.” You looked deeper into his gaze, steadying yourself despite the way your pulse won’t quite settle.

For a second, it would be easier to fold and smooth things over to move on and get over the predicament you’d gotten yourself into, but you don’t.

You’d never been the type to beg, and you sure as hell weren’t about to start now, so instead, you held his stare, chin lifting just slightly. 

“Fine. Forget it, I’ll fix it myself.” You went to walk past him, already thinking of the excuses you could give to your friends about why you’d said Mingyu's name in the first place while also saving your dignity, when his hand caught your wrist.

His grip, not rough but firm, still made your heart pick up its pace as you stared at his hand in confusion. 

“Too late,” Mingyu said, pausing before looking at you again.

The music from the club didn’t feel as loud as his heart was thumping in his chest, and he hoped you couldn’t hear it. “You already said it.” 

“So?” You challenged, your brows furrowing in confusion.

You noticed Mingyu's eyes flick down your face to your lips, then back up, making your breath hitch as he said, “So we give people a show.” 

~

It’d been months since then, long enough for the looks to stop being questioning at the sight of you both and start being more recognisable.

Your name now fell next to his without hesitation, and somewhere along the way, you found yourself feeling like it was less of a lie and more real for yourself.

You’d gotten used to him again, to the way he’d show up without warning and stand a little too close when it mattered.

That was, until you’d feel him instantly become cold and distant the second the spotlight was off of you two, and he’d pull away.

Though still, whatever tension there was between you both before had snapped and settled into something more cordial. 

“Just bring him.” Your friend pushed as you groaned, dragging your hand down your face as your friend talked over you for what felt like the tenth time, her insistent nature not backing down. “It’s your birthday. You’re not showing up without your boyfriend.” 

“Okay, and whatever happened to being your own person? I can celebrate my birthday without him, too.”

“Don’t start,” she cut in. “You tell him, otherwise I’ll tell Mingyu myself.” 

You exhaled, already regretting the entire thing. “Fine,” you muttered. “I’ll tell him.”

It’s where you found yourself now, somewhere in the middle of the crowd with your friends, laughter coming a little easier with every passing minute.

The party was already in full swing by the time Mingyu shows up. Music hums through the space, drinks in everyone's hands, and small groups of people weaving in and out of conversations that blur together.

It’s a bit much, if you’re being honest. More than you’d usually go for.

But still exactly what you expected.

For a while, you’d completely forgotten you even had a “boyfriend” as you revelled in the company of your friends around you. 

Mingyu never rushed. Not with anything—especially not something like this. He didn’t feel the need to show up early, to chase a moment.

He came when he came, late and entirely unapologetic about it.

As he stepped into the space, his eyes scanned the room lazily, barely acknowledging any of it until they land on you.

You hadn’t noticed him yet.

Still surrounded by your friends, head tipped back slightly as you laughed at something, completely unaware of the way his entire attention had locked onto you.

Mingyu’s eyes dragged over you, slow and unintentional at first—taking in the way your dress sat against your body like it was made for you, the effort you’d put in tonight written in the details you’d never admit to caring about.

Not that you needed it.

You never did.

His throat went dry.

Mingyu swallowed, his jaw tightening just slightly as he forced his gaze awar for half a second, like he needed the break, like he hadn’t been prepared for the way it hit him.

Because this feeling?

It wasn’t supposed to be there.

He wasn’t supposed to be standing here, chest pulling tighter than it should, trying and failing to separate the version of you he’d kept at arm’s length from the one in front of him now.

But he couldn’t. And that was the problem.

It had gone a lot further than he ever meant for it to.

Mingyu couldn’t point it out, but suddenly, he was hyper-aware of the room in a way he hadn't been before.

Of who was looking at you.

Of whose eyes lingered just a second too long.

Of who was standing a little too close.

He didn’t like it.

Didn’t like how easily it got under his skin.

You barely had time to register anything before you felt Mingyu’s lips pressing to your cheek, catching you off guard as he slipped in beside you like he’d always been there.

You startled slightly, turning your head, only to find him already pulling back with an easy smile, like it was nothing.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said smoothly, glancing toward your friends, who were already melting a little at the sight of him, at the casual affection, the way his hand settled so naturally at your waist.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

As the conversation picked back up around you, he leaned in closer, just enough that his shoulder brushed yours.

“You didn’t tell me you were wearing that.”

Your stomach flipped, annoyingly so, but you kept your expression steady, shrugging like it didn’t faze you at all.

“Didn’t know I had to.”

Mingyu felt the heat creep up his neck, settling low in his chest as his thoughts threatened to wander somewhere they really shouldn’t—not here, not now.

He swallowed it down, jaw tightening slightly as he forced himself to stay present, to keep his focus where it was supposed to be.

Still, it didn’t stop the way his body reacted.

Didn’t stop the way his hand kept finding you.

For the rest of the night, he barely let go. His palm resting at the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd, fingers splayed against your waist when you stood together, like it was instinct.

And the worst part?

It felt natural.

Easy in a way he hadn’t expected, laughing with your friends, slipping into conversation, letting himself exist in your world without overthinking it.

Until someone else got a little too comfortable.

Mingyu noticed it immediately. The way the guy leaned in just a bit too much, the way his attention lingered on you like he’d forgotten Mingyu was standing right there.

Something in him tightened.

After that, every question meant for you? Mingyu answered.

“You’re working in corporate now, right?” the guy asked, smiling a little too easily. Mingyu didn’t even look at him, simply responding, “Yeah.” 

You blinked, turning slightly. “I can—”

“She’s been busy,” he added, cutting in smoothly, his grip on your waist tightening just enough to be felt, but not enough to make a scene.

Just enough to make a point. “Especially with quarter-end coming up and everything.” 

It was subtle.

But there was no mistaking it, the line he was drawing.

The guy let out an awkward laugh, finally backing off, and Mingyu’s attention shifted back to you.

And the worst part? You didn’t stop him.

You knew you probably should have, should've cut in, brushed it off, said something, but you didn't.

Because there was something about the way he did it. Like he wasn’t even trying to make a scene, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to step in like that.

It made your stomach twist in a way that made you not want to think too hard about the way he claimed space around you without asking.

The way you didn’t entirely mind.

If anything, it only pulled you in more.

You barely had time to process it before the lights cut, a chorus of voices rose instantly, laughter and cheers blending as the only source of light came from the candles that appeared from the kitchen.

Soft, flickering candlelight illuminating the cake as your friends carried it toward you, singing loudly and completely off-key.

And just like that, all attention was on you.

You laughed, shaking your head and already overwhelmed. “Okay, okay-” 

Before you could say anything else, Mingyu pressed himself against you again, his hands finding your waist again, firmer this time.

He’d grounded you as the warm glow of the candles flickered across your face.

“Make a wish, baby,” he murmured, low and soft, right by your ear.

Heat rushed to your face as you stood there, your heart beating way too fast for something that was supposed to mean nothing.

You could feel everyone watching.

So, you didn’t think about it, you just leaned forward and blew out the candles in one breath, the tiny flames disappearing all at once.

Cheers broke out immediately, loud and messy, but it all sounded distant, like it was happening somewhere far away.

Because the second you straightened, Mingyu leaned in.

His lips brushed against the side of your neck, lingering just a second longer than they should have, the touch warm and deliberate in a way that sent a quiet shiver down your spine.

It wasn’t showy. Wasn’t for anyone else.

If anything, it felt softer than it was supposed to.

And that was what caught you off guard the most.

~

The car was quieter than you would’ve liked, the silent hum of the motor occupying the silence that sat between you and Mingyu.

City lights passed through the windows while you were still a little wound up from the night and the attention from Mingyu.

So you let out a small breath, tilting your head slightly, voice teasing like none of it had gotten to you. “I gotta admit, you’re really good at selling it.” 

Nothing. Not even a glance.

Your smile faltered just slightly as you turned to look at him properly.

His jaw tightened.

And for a second, you thought he might not respond at all.

“…Yeah,” he said eventually.

It was flat. Off.

Your brows pulled together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mingyu's grip tightened on the steering wheel, then he exhaled slowly.

“It means,” he started, voice lower now, “you think that was acting?” 

“Well—yeah,” you said, a little more uncertain now. “That’s kind of the whole poin—”

“I wasn’t acting.” The words landed heavier than Mingyu had intended, clearly as he looked at you, astonished at the confession.

Without letting another second pass by, he pulled the car over, his heart racing as he waited for you to say something, anything.

Soon, it felt like Mingyu's decision was a lot more irrational than he’d intended, and more like something he’d regret. 

“Listen,” his voice softens as he says your name, “I didn’t mean to drop it on you like that. I just fel-”

You didn’t let him finish. Your hands came up to his face, pulling him in. The kiss wasn’t careful. It wasn’t thought through.

It was the product of months of pent-up tension and unspoken words.

There was nothing soft about it. Nothing hesitant.

It was a frantic clash of teeth and tongues. Just heat.

Tension snapping loose all at once.

His hands flew from the steering wheel to your face, his thumbs stroking your jawline as he deepened the kiss, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

You shifted in your seat, the awkward angle of the console between you a frustrating barrier as you felt yourself needing more.

Breaking the kiss, both of you were breathing heavily, the air in the car thick and charged.

"This is insane," you panted, but your hands were already moving, sliding down his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart under your palm.

"Probably," Mingyu agreed, his voice rough and strained. His eyes were dark, fixed on your mouth, then drifted down to the dress that had been driving him crazy all night.

"Get over here."

The console was still in the way, a stupid hunk of plastic and leather. With a frustrated huff, you swung one leg over, trying to maneuver yourself onto his lap.

The movement was clumsy, your dress riding up your thighs.

Mingyu's hands were there instantly, gripping your hips, helping you, his touch searing through the thin fabric.

You ended up half-kneeling on the passenger seat, your torso draped over the console, your body pressed awkwardly against his.

"Fuck this," he growled, and then his hands were on your ass, pulling you flush against him as you settled over his lap.

You could feel him, hard and insistent, through the layers of your clothes.

A gasp escaped your lips as you instinctively rolled your hips, grinding down onto him.

he rough denim of his jeans against your thin, lace panties created a delicious, maddening pressure that sent a jolt straight to your core.

"Gyu," you whimpered, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You did it again, slower this time, savouring the way his body tensed beneath you.

His hands roamed, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, the other gripping your thigh, holding you in place as you moved against him.

The car was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the soft rustle of fabric.

Every drag of your clothed core against his hard cock was building a coil of heat low in your belly, tighter and tighter.

It was desperate and raw, a frantic dry-humping session in the front seat of his car, and it was the most turned on you'd ever been.

He could feel it, the way your movements were becoming less controlled, more desperate.

That feel good, baby?" he murmured against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated through you.

You could only nod, biting down on his shoulder to muffle a moan as a particularly good grind sent sparks shooting behind your eyes.

But it wasn't enough. The barrier of clothing was infuriating.

You needed to feel him, all of him.

As if reading your mind, Mingyu's grip on you tightened. "Move back," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You scrambled back over the console, settling into the passenger seat, your heart hammering against your ribs.

You watched, breathless, as Mingyu didn't bother with his door.

He threw his long leg over the console, his movements surprisingly fluid and athletic, and then he was on top of you in the passenger seat, caging you in.

The space was cramped, his elbows bracketing your head, his knees pressing into the seat on either side of your thighs.

The sheer size of him, the way he filled the small space, made your head spin.

He looked down at you, his eyes burning with intensity.

His gaze was soft for a moment, tracing the lines of your face, a stark contrast to the rough way he was positioned over you.

He reached down, his fingers gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, the raw honesty in his voice making your chest ache.

Then, the softness was gone.

His hand moved to the hem of your dress, bunching it up around your waist with rough, impatient movements.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them carelessly into the driver's seat.

His eyes devoured the sight of you, exposed and ready for him in the dim glow of the streetlights.

He fumbled with his own pants, the sound of his zipper echoing loudly in the quiet car.

He freed himself, his cock thick and heavy in his hand, and your breath hitched.

He stroked himself once, twice, his eyes locked on yours.

He didn't ask, he didn't feel the need to.

He positioned himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging against your slick folds.

He paused, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing harsh and uneven.

It was a moment of silent question, of final permission.

You answered by wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Please, Gyu," you begged, the word barely a whisper.

That was all it took. He pushed into you in one long, deep stroke, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt. You cried out, your back arching off the seat at the sudden, overwhelming fullness. It was a stretch, a delicious, almost painful burn that felt impossibly right.

He gave you a second to adjust, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. Then he started to move.

His thrusts were deep and powerful, claiming every inch of you.

The cramped space meant he couldn't pull back far, so each movement was a grinding, possessive roll of his hips that hit that perfect spot deep inside you over and over again.

It was rough, the way the seat creaked in protest, the way his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

But it was also soft, the way he peppered your face and neck with kisses between ragged breaths, the way he murmured your name like a prayer.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice thick with emotion.

You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze in the darkness. "Mine," he grunted, punctuating the word with a particularly hard thrust that made you see stars. "You're fucking mine."

And in that moment, with him moving inside you, filling you completely, you knew he was right.

You had been all along.

The lie had become the truth, and there was no going back.

The coil in your stomach snapped, and you came with a silent scream, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

He followed you over the edge a moment later, burying his face in your neck as he spilled inside you with a final, shuddering thrust. 

You lay there tangled together in the passenger seat, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of your slowing heartbeats the only noise.

Mingyu shifted, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

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“First Snow” by @onlymingyus

Fem!reader || CEO x Single mom assistant, fluff, angst, smut || W.C: 33k

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“In Front Of Me” by @wonustars

Fem!reader || best friends to (?), angst, smut || Parts: 2 || Total W.C: 40.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･jeon wonwoo has spent most of his adolesence and early adult hood unable to understand why he can't seem to stay in a relationship for more than a few months. as his best friend, you allowed him to vent about his worries without judgment. so what if you're in love with him? your friendship with wonwoo meant more to you than having your feelings reciprocated. that is until you hit your breaking point, while wonwoo finally realizes what has been in front of him this whole time.

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“Bucket of Happiness” by @thedensworld (Part 3 of Falling Flowers series)

Fem!reader || Friends to lovers, angst, fluff || W.C: 10k+

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･After the divorce settled, you immediately moved to Canada for your treatment. Meanwhile, Wonwoo has to run away from his parents who couldn't stop forcing him to get married.

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“Sucker (For You)” by @vitaminkyeom

Fem!reader || College au, best friends to lovers, humour, fluff || W.C: 14.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･First year in college was always known to be stressful with all the assignments to complete, parties to enjoy and lectures to attend. But for you, it was a whole different type of stress: the conflicting (and growing) feelings of affection towards your best friend. Falling for him isn’t an option, but neither is avoiding him. So what do you do when you are down bad for the one and only Jeon Wonwoo? Or, in which, one drunk party sends you hurtling down a rollercoaster of love for your best friend.

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“A Winter Interlude” by @wondernus

Romance, coworkers to lovers, drama, light angst || W.C: 11.3k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･maybe this is meant to be an interlude – an unforeseen passing moment in each other’s timelines. but with the stroke of a conductor’s baton, the symphony lands on the fermata hovering above the note. do we allow this interlude to become something longer than a short period in our lives, or do we end it after all of it is over?

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“I Found Love in Your Smile” by @wonlouvre

[Series] || Modern royalty au, arranged marriage, fluff, angst || Parts: 10 (+epilogue) || Status: Completed

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“Daylight” by @moonscriptsx

Fem!reader || Coworkers to friends to lovers, slowburn, fluff, smut || Parts: 2 || Total W.C: 27.1k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Between the endless flirty banter or secret looks of longing, the line between you and your boss had always been slightly blurred. But when a night out with friends has you and your boss meeting for the first time outside of the workplace, that line starts to become nonexistent as mutual feelings are brought to light.

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“Right Where You Left Me” by @tonicandjins

Exes to lovers, smut || W.C: 8.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which wonwoo leaves and takes your heart with him. three years later, you're in another city, but tragically, right where he left you.

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“Catnaps” by @wheeboo

Gn!reader || High school au, classmates to lovers, fluff, angst, humour || W.C: 8.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you volunteer at the local cat shelter with your crush.

⤷“Catnaps (with you)” (Part 2 of Catnaps)

Gn!reader || college au, est.relationship, slice of life, fluff, hurt/comfort, humour || W.C: 10.1k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you revisit the cat shelter with wonwoo during autumn break.

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“Overset” by @drunk-on-dk

Sci-fi au, fluff, angst, smut || W.C: 9.4k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Increasingly becoming cognizant of the worlds surrounding him, W0NW00, an AI so carefully wired and generated with the purest intentions even has the potential to become jaded. How can such a consumeristic world be so cruel when all he once knew was the joys of 53V3NT33N? This new understanding makes him unfamiliar to fans; his creator sending him to you, a trusted developer of LEVEL 1 robots, in hopes that you can reverse the sudden changes in W0NW00’s conscious. Are you part of the system W0NW00 is learning to become adverse to? Or will your presence help remind him of the world he once only had knowledge of?

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“Closer” by @hannieehaee

Afab!reader || Friends to lovers, smut || W.C: 12.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･after making it all the way to your final year of uni still having not experienced a single orgasm, you decided to take matters into your hands. your solution? asking your best friend wonwoo to teach you all he knew.

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“April Shower” by @sluttywoozi

Fem!reader || Romance, meet cute, love at first sight, smut || W.C: 12k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Wonwoo meets a lot of people through his career as a travel photographer. Not one of them has ever made him want to stay in one place, until he met you.

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“The Shattered Camera” by @puppetwritings

[Series] || Fem!reader || paparazzi x celebrity au, comedy, fluff, angst || Parts: 11 || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?

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“Amour-Haine & Co.” by @wonwoosthetic

[Series] || Fem!reader || Office au, enemies to lovers, smut, angst || Parts: 18(as of now) || Current W.C: 166.3k || Status: Incomplete

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Six years. Six long years have you been working side-by-side with your father. Balancing studying at university while playing his right hand throughout it all without ever complaining about how hard it was, but rather always putting 200% into everything you did. You helped him grow the company to where it now was. And now, after the many ups and downs you have shared, he retires only to let the company get bought by some young wannabe Jeff Bezos, who thinks money and looks is everything he needs to get him through life. If someone thought you’d just let this pass and work as Jeon Wonwoo’s side chick… they would be wrong. So, let the games begin.

At age eleven you learned the harsh reality that not all marriages work out. On one warm June afternoon you walked into the kitchen in the home you grew up in to find your parents in the middle of an argument. Your mother tearfully informed you that your mother and father were getting divorced. Your father left that day and you didn’t see him for about two months. When he finally came back around, you got to meet his new girlfriend that he had an affair with. At age eleven you built up walls around your heart without even trying. You learned a harsh lesson that love might not actually exist.

Sitting in Mingyu’s apartment you sat at the kitchen table working on your presentation for your. Your phone vibrated and you looked down to see a text from your father. As you read over the text, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. It’s rare your father actually texts you, and honestly when he does you tend to be left being annoyed.

Mingyu watched as you groaned while reading something. “What are you annoyed about?” he asked before taking a drink from the bottle of beer that was sitting on the table. He tended to be able to read you like an open book.

“Well my father is getting married in two weeks and just decided to let me know,” you sighed. You weren’t exactly surprised that he was getting married. You had met his girlfriend who you assumed was his new fiancé a few times. You weren’t exactly the biggest fan of hers. She was quite a bit younger than your father and pretty stuck up.

To say that your relationship with her father was stranded would be an understatement. When you were thirteen, he attempted to see you one weekend every month. He soon learned that he didn’t have much in common with you, and he went back to occasionally having dinner with you like once a month. In the last year he had only seen you maybe three times max. You didn’t even know that he was engaged to his new girlfriend—you barely even really knew her.

“Are you going to go?” Mingyu asked, knowing that you don’t have a great relationship with your father. There had been a handful of drunken nights, where you had breakdowns over the feeling that your father was never going to truly love you. You always felt as if you were never good enough for your father. No one saw you truly upset over your relationship with your father other than Mingyu and Wonwoo.

“I don’t think I have a choice, if I don’t go, my grandma, and dad won’t let me live it down.” You sighed. You’ve contemplated going no contact but you knew it would be hard. There is this part of you that thinks if you try hard enough maybe one day your relationship could be fixed. “Oh my god I don’t want to go to this alone.” You knew that this wedding was going to be a lot of people asking you why you’re single, and if you’re going to have kids. All your cousins were married and had kids, and you’re the only single one. Every Christmas— one of the few times you would see that side of the family—everyone would always harp on you,asking a million questions about your life.

“You should have someone go with you,” Mingyu said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Do you want to go with me?” you asked, praying maybe Mingyu could save you from going to this alone. You knew that Mingyu could play the part as the perfect boyfriend. Your mother already loved him and constantly told you that you should date someone like Mingyu. You knew your father would love him too. He’s a parent’s dream partner for their daughter.

“I can’t because it’s my mom’s birthday that weekend so I’m going to be at a family event out of town,” he said. You could hear the guilt in his voice, could tell that he didn't want to send you alone but wasn't able to help.

“Literally everyone is going to be in my business about not having a boyfriend. I need to get a date within the next two weeks,” you said with a sarcastic laugh knowing damn well that was going to be nearly impossible.

“What are you talking about?” Wonwoo asked, walking into the kitchen. He sat down next to Mingyu and looked over at you, pushing up his glasses. You had completely forgotten Wonwoo was home. He’d been locked away in his room playing video games.

You explained your situation to him, leaning forward to rest your face in your hands with a sigh.

“So, you want someone to be your fake date?” Wonwoo asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Bingo,” Mingyu replied before taking another drink of his beer., having given up on doing his own work long ago.

Wonwoo shrugged “I mean I can go with you if you want. I think I would make a pretty good fake boyfriend.”

You looked up at Wonwoo and knit your eyebrows together and stared at him wondering if he was serious.“Really? You’d do that?” You couldn’t handle it if he's just messing with you.

He shrugged his shoulders again, oh so casual. “Yeah, why not? Weddings are great; free food, free drinks, what’s not to love?”

Shutting your laptop, you looked over at Wonwoo who was smiling. “Jeon Wonwoo, you’re a lifesaver.”

“So, what’s the plan?” he asked, giving you a calming smile.

“Well, the venue is two hours away so my dad’s booking me a room for the weekend, I’ll let him know I’m bringing my boyfriend.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The weekend of the wedding rolled around, the two hour drive filled with your anxieties. You couldn’t lie, you were pretty nervous about bringing Wonwoo as your fake boyfriend. You hated bringing dates to your family events, especially your dad’s side of the family. Especially your dad’s side of the family, who was prone to asking inappropriate questions and stick their noses into your business.

“So how long have we been dating?” Wonwoo asked as he kept driving. Snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts.

You looked over at him and realized that you needed to come up with a story on your relationship; how, when, where you met. , having planned on just winging it— not your best idea. Luckily Wonwoo knew you needed to have a game plan.

“I guess we can say six months that way I can say we started dating after Christmas.” You replied, not needing them grilling you for not mentioning him back then.

“Okay, sounds good, are we saying that we were friends before we started dating?” he asked.

“Yeah I think that sounds good? Maybe we can say Mingyu pointed out we would make a good pair.”

“Your father has met Mingyu before, right?”

“Yeah he’s met him before. He loves Mingyu.”

“All parents love Mingyu.” He let out a soft laugh.

“Alright, Mingyu thought we’d be good together so I decided to pursue you,” you began, “we started dating six months ago, a bit after Christmas. Sounds like a plan.”

You liked that Wonwoo was putting effort into your half-assed plan, thinking of things you hadn’t. You could tell he was taking the trip seriously, putting you at ease.

You arrived at the fancy hotel that your father was getting married at. Wonwoo got out of the car and walked over to help you get out of the car. He popped the trunk open and walked over to get both of your suitcases. You feel as if you’re in autopilot mode. You were a one track mind on just getting through this weekend. You went to walk inside, but before you could walk away Wonwoo reached down and grabbed your hand. You stopped immediately and looked down at yours and Wonwoo’s hand. Holding his hand feels safe and warm. He gave you a small smile and nodded. Having Wonwoo here with you felt like a sense of protection.

You walked into the hotel lobby and were greeted instantly by your dad and his new young wife. The nerves suddenly kicked in as they started walking your way. How are you supposed to lie to them all weekend and pretend Wonwoo has been your boyfriend for six months.

“Sweetie, I’m so glad you’re here,” your future stepmom said as she wrapped her arms around you. She pulled you into a tight hug. You dropped Wonwoo’s hand and looked over at him with startled eyes. You weren't exactly a fan of Dea. You thought she was shallow and you weren’t exactly a fan of the fact that she was barely ten years older than you. Dea let go of you and walked over and wrapped her arms around an unexpected Wonwoo. “You must be her boyfriend, Wonwoo.”

“Yep,” Wonwoo said awkwardly.

Dea let go of Wonwoo and walked over and stood next to her dad. “I’m glad you came sweetie” he said knowing that there was a chance you wouldn’t come to this wedding. Anyone with eyes can tell you and your father’s relationship is extremely strained. Your father might try and sugar coat what happened, but it’s is very much common knowledge he had an affair and cheated on your mother.

“Which room are we in?” You desperately need to escape this conversation. You need to get away from your dad and Dea. Peace and quiet while unwinding with Wonwoo sounds like an absolute dream.

“You guys are on floor three in room 389,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out yours and Wonwoo’s room keys.

“Thanks,” you snagged the room key.

You reached down and took Wonwoo’s hand, leading him over to the elevator. The moment you were in the elevator and the doors shut you let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly all the tension in your body dissipates. Leaning against the wall you looked up at Wonwoo wondering if he regretted coming along on this trip. He probably had no idea how awkward things are between you and your father.

“Dea is very young?” he said, breaking the silence between you. He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Yeah my dad likes them younger than him,” you let out a soft laugh. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, and you walked down the hall towards their room. Opening the door, you’re greeted to the sight of a single queen size bed in the middle of the room. You looked over at Wonwoo as he sat his suitcase down. Of course there is only one bed. For some reason you didn’t think about the fact you were going to have to share a bed.

You must look like an idiot just standing there staring at the bed. “I can sleep on the couch if you want,” he says, breaking you out of your thoughts. Walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Wonwoo were both adults. We can share the bed.”

You’ve definitely had sleep overs at his and Mingyu’s place after long nights. The idea of sharing a bed with a male friend shouldn’t be weird. The only issue with that is you couldn’t lie, you've always had somewhat of a crush on Wonwoo since you met him freshman year. He was a handsome guy and was super charming, but Wonwoo had always been somewhat of a heartbreaker. There are stories on campus about girls falling hard for the boy you’re sharing a bed with. There is also the minor detail, you don’t think that Wonwoo would ever have feelings for you. As soon as you realize you developed feelings for him you push them away. This little voice inside of you told you, if you didn’t have feelings for him, you couldn’t get hurt.

“Okay, I don’t mind sharing the bed at all.”

You walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. He reached over and laced his fingers with your and gently squeezed your hand three times. Mingyu does this when he knows you need to calm down. It’s sweet that Wonwoo does the same thing.

“You’re going to get through this weekend. I’ll be here the whole time with you. I’ll be there to hold your hand whenever things get rough.” Since your dad left things haven’t been the easiest. You’re definitely quite guarded and all your romantic relationships haven't worked out. Mingyu has been the only constant in your life since you were sixteen. He’s not a romantic interest for you, but he’s the best friend you could ask for. He understands why you’re so guarded and has never judged or said anything about it. Before he introduced you to his college roommate turned other best friend Wonwoo, he told you Wonwoo would look out for you just like he does. He wasn’t wrong, Wonwoo became another stable fixture in your life.

Looking over at Wonwoo, he’s giving you a soft smile, letting you know that this is going to be okay. That he was here to support you through all this. With Mingyu and Wonwoo in your life you’re never alone.

“This is going to be an interesting weekend.”

You spent time in your room for a few hours. Wonwoo took a nap while you sat at the small table that was placed in front of the window with your laptop in front of you. You took this time to work on a few projects you had for summer school classes.

As the sun started to set, you knew that Wonwoo and you were going to have to get ready to go to the rehearsal dinner. This was going to be the moment when the rest of your family saw you with Wonwoo. You stood in the bathroom putting on makeup as Wonwoo was getting dressed. You did your hair nicely and got dressed in a pale pink dress you bought just for the rehearsal dinner. Walking into the bedroom you found Wonwoo sitting on the bed looking at his phone. He was dressed in a pair of grey dress pants, and white dress shirt without a tie. God he’s so handsome.

As he looked up he pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. His bright eyes locked onto yours, he couldn’t help but smile. “You look beautiful.” He stood up and walked over to you.

Hand in hand you walked to the rehearsal dinner, it’s being held in the lavish ballroom that was connected to the hotel. The whole time you were attending the dinner, Wonwoo rarely left your side. He was either holding your hand or his hand was resting on the small of your back. Letting you know that he was always with you. He braved all of your family as every single one of them came up to badger the happy “couple” with a million questions. As your grandmother came up for her round of nosy questions, you have never been happier in your life to have Wonwoo by your side.

Your grandmother seemed to instantly love Wonwoo. Honestly though, who could blame her? Wonwoo was extremely charming and seemed to know the correct answer to every question your grandmother seemed to throw at him. The night couldn’t have gone better. A weight felt as if it had been lifted off your shoulders.

As the dinner ended the two of you made your way back to your room. The moment the door was shut Wonwoo untucked his shirt and started unbuttoning it. You walked over and sat on the edge of the bed taking a moment to relax before you started getting ready for bed. The slight of Wonwoo’s bare torso was hard to look away from. He looks absolutely breathtaking. Looking up you find Wonwoo staring back at you with a smile plastered across his face. A flash of red hot embarrassment hits you like a tidal wave. The fact that he blatantly caught you oagling half naked body makes you want to curl up under the covers and hide.

He didn’t bother saying anything, he knew that you seemed quite embarrassed by how bright your cheeks were burning, after he caught your wandering eyes. Biting his lip, he held back a soft laugh.

The room suddenly felt so small. Jumping up you rushed off to the bathroom with the excuse you need to remove your makeup and brush your teeth.

Standing in the bathroom you take this time alone to try and ground yourself. This whole weekend feels like one big mind game. Removing your makeup, you splashed water on your face. Looking into the mirror you whispered to yourself, “you don’t like him. This whole thing isn’t real, he’s flirting and acting nice because he’s your fake boyfriend.” You need to put these feelings to a halt immediately. You aren't allowed to let your little crush on him develop into something more. That’s going to do nothing but break your heart.

Getting dressed in your pajamas, you walked back into the bedroom. Wonwoo is already comfortably under the covers lying down scrolling through his phone. Maybe you should just sleep on the couch for the night. Sharing a bed with Wonwoo could make things awkward. Being so close to him while he slept only in pajama pants might just be too much for you.

Before you could even say anything, Wonwoo spoke up. “Are you okay if I sleep on this side of the bed?”

“Yes.” You walk over to the other side of the bed and slowly crawl under the covers.

You should try to go to sleep but instead you can’t stop thinking about the boy lying in bed next to you. Laying on your side you stare at him silently. He’s lying on his back just staring at the ceiling. What could he possibly be thinking about? Let’s be real, he probably thought this side of your family was crazy. You can’t really blame him for thinking that either. Personally you weren’t even a big fan of this side of the family either. You have basically been an outcast for as long as you can remember.

He reached over and turned off the light that was on the bed side table. “Why do I feel like right now you’re over thinking everything?” His voice is gentle as he speaks to you.

You and Wonwoo had been friends for a while, and he knew you pretty well. You weren’t going to get away with saying that everything was fine. Because honestly at the moment everything was very far from fine. Everything around you felt as if it was spiraling out of control and Wonwoo was the only thing keeping you grounded. This whole trip had you completely on edge and filled with anxiety.

“This whole weekend is just extremely stressful. I also feel bad that I dragged you into it.”

He moved so he was laying on his side staring at you. He gently reached over and pushed a piece of your hair away from your face. He softly said, “I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me this weekend. I’m here to hold your hand and make it through this weekend.”

You gave him a soft smile. There was something about knowing that Wonwoo is there by your side, and that he wants to make sure you don’t feel alone this weekend.

“Tomorrow at that wedding we are going to make such a hot couple that everyone is going to be jealous.” A cute smile plays cross his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him. It was almost contagious. “Well my family already thinks you’re an amazing boyfriend.”

“I can’t help it, I’m known to be pretty charming.” He reached over and laced his fingers with yours. Your stomach feels as if it’s in a twist with the feeling of butterflies. “Also, for some reason grandparents always seem to like me.”

“Well I think you’re the first boyfriend I have ever brought to a family event that my grandmother actually likes. She’s pretty savage when it comes to asking personal questions.”

He squeezed your hand gently and said, “well I didn’t think she wasn’t too bad.”

Silently you stared at each other for a moment just enjoying each other’s company. There is a long moment of silence before you finally speak. “I don’t think I could have done this without you.”

“I’m glad you asked me to come to this wedding with you. I don’t feel like we ever hang out without Mingyu, and it’s nice to finally have some one-on-one time.” He’s not wrong, your whole entire friendship with Wonwoo consisted of your mutual best friend being there as well. You’ve probably hung out with Wonwoon maybe once without Mingyu, before this weekend.

“I feel like we’re actually getting to know each other.”

“Yeah, and I like that a lot.” He put emphasis on a lot, and you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Wonwoo had feelings for you as well. Maybe your crush isn’t as one sided as you always thought it was. What little time you have spent together one on one already has you questioning your feelings for him. What if this was more than just a little crush? What if you have actually fallen for your cute gamer friend. You knew putting on a show tomorrow at the wedding wasn’t going to help you confusion at all.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

As the morning light shined through the curtains, you were woken up to Wonwoo’s strong body curled up behind you. Your eyes popped open when you realized how close you were. Wonwoo started to stir and his arm that swung across your soft stomach pulled your body closer to his tone body. He nuzzled his face against the back of your neck. Your eyes stayed wide open, as you attempted to pretend you’re still sleeping. She wondered if he was aware of what he was doing. He mumbled something you couldn't make out, sounding as if he’s still asleep.

He stayed close pressed up against you. His arm still wrapped tightly around you, for about five minutes before you gently lifted his arm and moved away from him. As you started to get out of bed Wonwoo’s warm eyes slowly opened.

“Good morning,” he yawned.

“Morning.”

“What time is the wedding?” he asked.

“The ceremony starts at three,” you said as you got out of bed.

He nodded his head and yawned as he rolled onto his back, and slowly stretched. You couldn’t help but stare at his practically naked body as he put himself on display as he stretched. Looking away you needed to get away before you said or did something you would regret when this was all over. Quickly you walked off to your suitcase.

“Did you need to use the bathroom before I take a shower?”

“Yeah, let me go really quick.” He got out of bed and walked off to the bathroom.

You looked through your suitcase to pull out the dress she had bought to wear to the wedding. Turning around you found Wonwoo walking out of the bathroom. How is he so hot without even trying? He still looks half asleep and he is wearing a pair of sweatpants that show off his mouth watering v lines.

“Did we want to go grab brunch or something before the wedding?” He asked as he scratched the back of his neck.

You nodded, “yeah that would be nice.”

“Should we get ready in normal clothes and get dressed for the wedding after brunch?” He sat down on the edge of bed.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

You pulled out the light blue dress you had bought for the wedding. You hung the dress up in the closet and then walked back to the suitcase to grab a sundress you had picked out to wear to brunch.

Walking into the bathroom you turned on the shower and let the water warm up, as you stripped away your clothes. Stepping into the shower you tried not to think about the stress of the day that was ahead of you. As the warm washed over your mind keeps wandering to Wonwoo. Without even trying he’s somehow taking over all your waking thoughts. You keep thinking about how it felt to wake up in his arms. The whole thing just felt so natural.

Turning off the water you take your time drying off before getting dressed. You put on some natural looking base makeup, so all you would have to put on when they got back from lunch would be your eye makeup.

Walking into the room you find Wonwoo lying on the bed staring at his phone. Glancing up he sat his phone on the bed and gave you a smile. His smile had always given you butterflies, from the first moment they had met. Even as time passed nothing had changed.

He sits up and grabs his glasses off the nightstand. “Ready to grab some food?” he asked.

You nod as you put on some black flats and walk over to grab your purse. Wonwoo jumped up and grabbed his wallet and the room key. Walking out into the hallway and without thinking Wonwoo reached down and laced his fingers with yours. You couldn’t help the warm feeling in your stomach as he held your hand tightly leading you down the hallway. As you stepped into the elevator, he continued to hold your hand, never letting go. The doors opened on the main floor and you stepped out, immediately ran into your grandmother and Aunt Rita.

They waved you both down. Wonwoo leaned down and whispered into your ear, “we can make it quick and I’ll whisk you away.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“Look at the adorable couple,” aunt Rita said, stopping right in front of you.

“Wonwoo, where are you and my granddaughter off to?”

“We’re grabbing some brunch before we get ready for the wedding,” he smiled before leaning down and pressing his lips to your cheek. This was the first time you've ever shared any type of kiss. Even if it was just a peck on the cheek. You can’t push away the feeling that you like being able to be close to him like this.

“Oh, how romantic,” Aunt Rita says.

“Well we will leave you two love birds alone then,” your grandmother said before walking away.

He leaned down once again with his lips brushing your ear and whispered, “I told you I was going to save you.”

“I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this weekend.” Your tone was completely serious as you looked into his warm eyes. You didn’t understand how he could be such an amazing friend and so emotionally supportive for you this weekend.

He gave you his signature charming smile, “getting to spend a weekend with you is enough.”

Your heart started racing as you stared at him wondering if you had just heard him correctly. What little bit of alone time you've had spent together was reminding you of your crush. You can’t help but wonder if maybe it was more than a crush based on the way he was making you feel. You were also wondering if maybe he returned your feelings, based on what he had been saying. If he only saw you as a friend he wouldn’t be holding your hand any chance he gets either.

You sat in the café that was connected to the hotel. You were both enjoying your waffles and making small talk. You and Wonwoo had been friends for a while, but you weren’t as close with him as you were with Mingyu. This time you’re getting to spend together you felt like you had grown a lot closer. Just him spending time with him made you feel a lot more comfortable about everything.

You stop eating and stare at Wonwoo, smiling while listening to him tell a story about him and Mingyu when they were freshman in college during a drunken night out. You always loved hearing funny stories about Mingyu and Wonwoo adventures.

You finished eating and walked back to your room hand in hand. Wonwoo didn’t think twice about lacing his fingers with your. He does it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. You kept telling yourself that he keeps holding your hand because he knew he had to play the role of your loving boyfriend. If you don’t keep telling yourself that you might start falling for him even harder. There is no way you could handle it if he didn’t feel the same way. The one goal of this wedding was for you to keep your feelings under control.

Walking into the room you walked over to the closet and grabbed her your light blue dress. Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you take your time styling your hair just the way you like it. After you put on the rest of her makeup.

Grabbing your dress off the back of the door, and slipping it on. After quite a bit of struggling to get the zipper up, you finally give up. Holding the dress up to your chest, walking back into the room to find an extremely handsome looking Wonwoo dressed in a suit and tie.

His eyes went wide and a huge smile formed on his face. “You look so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, not even sure if you could properly speak at that moment. “Can you help with the zipper?” You turned around.

Silently he stepped forward and slowly dragged the zipper the rest of the way. His hand lingered on the exposed skin above your dress. He gently dragged his finger across the delicate above your dress.

Turning around he stares at you silently. Your stomach was doing flips at the way that he was looking at you. You weren’t sure anyone had ever looked at you the way Wonwoo was looking at you at that moment. His eyes were gentle and filled with what you could describe as love.

Looking over at the clock that was on the wall and saw you only had about twenty minutes until the wedding started. He reached down and took your hand in his. “I think maybe we should head off to the wedding.”

“Okay.”

Walking through the hotel out to the garden where the ceremony was being held. You sat in the middle away from all your family. It didn’t feel right sitting in the first two rows for close immediate family. Wonwoo had his arm over your shoulder. Holding your soft body close to his. He kept leaning over and whispering random things into your ear. Wonwoo deserves an Oscar for the performance he’s putting on. He was beaming knowing you were truly putting on one hell of a show. The issue is, you don't know how much of it was a show on your part.

As the ceremony started, you couldn’t lie, you absolutely hated every single moment of it. That hollow feeling in your chest feels deeper watching your father happily move on with his lip. How could you like watching your father get remarried. It just meant you were going to see him even less, and most likely your relationship was going to grow even more strand. This is a sign that maybe you can finally stop trying. He clearly hasn’t tried to fix your relationship. So why should you keep trying? As they exchanged vows many people were crying happy tears in the crowd, and your eyes started to brim with tears but they weren’t happy tears. They’re anything but tears of joy. Wonwoo noticed right away and leaned over and pressed his lips to your cheek kissing away the tears that slowly started to fall. He reached over with his free hands and laced his fingers with yours. Squeezing your hand three times.

There is no point in trying to hide your sadness from him. Looking over at him trying your hardest to stop crying. He leaned over and whispered, “if you want to leave now, we can. Or we can walk off to get some air. I just want you to know you aren’t alone.”

“I’m going to be okay,” you whispered as you squeezed his hand.

The ceremony came to a close and the bride and groom exit, and everyone slowly started heading off to the large ballroom that was set up. You sat completely still, not really moving. You were trying to gather yourself as much as possible. Wonwoo didn’t move or say anything, he just held your hand knowing that all this was extremely tough for you.

Wonwoo had heard you talk about your relationship with your father before. Many nights alone Mingyu has told him quite a bit about it. Mingyu hasn’t ever been a fan of your father. According to him, all your father does is break your heart. Wonwoo knew going into this weekend you needed someone to let you know you weren't alone. You needed support and someone who could be a shoulder to cry on. He would be whatever you needed him to be.

You both left alone in the garden. After what felt like an hour you finally slowly stood up. Nervously you start smoothing out your dress. Wonwoo stood up and watched you closely. Reaching up you brushed the tears away from one side of your face. Before you could reach the other cheek he reached over and gently rested his hand on your tear stained cheek. Gently brushing away your tears with his thumb. His warm eyes were locked on your sad eyes as he stared at you for a long moment. A long moment passed before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead gently. Closing your eyes, taking in his closeness as his lips lingered on your forehead. You reached for his hand and squeezed it just needing to be close to him for a moment.

“Are you ready for this?” You asked not even sure if you were truly ready.

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

This all feels like too much. Standing up, still holding his hand, you lead him towards the ballroom. Stopping right outside the doors of the room that was filled with over a hundred people. He reached up and placed hand on your cheek once again. There is a look of confusion on your face. Why did he suddenly decide to stop? You don’t ask why, you just stared at him.

“I want you to know that you’re a very special girl, and I wouldn’t be just anyone’s fake boyfriend. I did this because you mean a lot to me. You are so incredibly strong. I know this sucks, having to watch your father get married again. Hell I know I’m rambling a lot right now, but I need you to know that you don’t need your father’s approval on anything in life. If he doesn’t see how special you are and how talented and amazing you are. He’s a fucking idiot, and he doesn’t deserve your love.”

That definitely wasn’t what you expected him to say. Sure Mingyu has said similar stuff, but it feels very different hearing him say it. Completely caught off guard you just just stand there blinking, taking in everything he had just said. His sweet words had you once again on the brink of tears.

“When all this is over and we go home-“ He pauses and stares for a moment. “I want you to know that I’m still going to be there to hold your hand if you need me to.”

All you can do is smile. “Jeon Wonwoo you are something else.”

“Is that a good thing?” he asked, pushing his glasses up.

You nodded.

“Are you ready to put on a show?” It’s now or never. It’s time to go in there and show everyone how great Wonwoo is.

A smile tugs at his lips before he leans in to kiss your cheek. With his lips still ghosting your skin he whispered, “This doesn’t have to be a show, this can all be as real as you want it to.”

Suddenly the world feels as if it’s stopped spinning. This wasn’t just some one sided crush? He actually likes you back? Your heart raced and butterflies filled your stomach. Your eyes instantly go wide. You can’t help but wonder if that meant that he might feel something real for her the whole time.

“Let’s go honey.” He moved away from you, and led her into the ballroom that was already packed.

Walking over hand in hand you found your seats. You were relieved that you were at least sitting with some of your cousins that you were at least a little close with. Wonwoo leaned over and let you know he was going to find you something to drink. You stayed to talk to your cousin Irene who was your age and newly married.

“So where did you find that hot one?” Irene asked, smiling.

The feeling of pride that you experience that people are impressed with your date. “He’s a friend from college that I stayed close with.”

Irene brought a glass of wine up to her lips and took a sip and smiled at you. “Well you should keep him around and bring him to more family events, because he’s a babe.”

Before you could even respond, Wonwoo walked over and sat a drink down in front of you. Wonwoo pressed his lips to your cheek for a quick kiss. He sits down next to you.

“Did I miss anything?” he asked.

Irene shook her head, “nope.”

“Are you two not a big fan of PDA?” Irene asked, realizing that Wonwoo only ever kissed your cheek.

Knitting your eyebrows together, you realize you and Wonwoo hadn’t actually shared a kiss on the lips. He’s just been leaving sweet kisses on your cheek or forehead.

“I was just trying to be respectful of her family,” Wonwoo chimed in knowing that you were probably at a loss for words.

“Believe me sweetie nobody is going to be offended if you kiss for real,” Irene said before taking another sip of her wine.

Wonwoo turned to look at you. This was not how you expected your conversation with Irene to go. You must look pretty caught off guard by everything.

He reached over and rested his hand on your cheek and stared at you wondering if you were okay with them sharing a real kiss.

You could basically read his mind by the way he was staring at your lips. Without saying a word you nod your head.

Wonwoo took that as his cue and leaned forward to connect his lips to yours for a searing kiss. The moment your lips touch, electricity courses through your veins. There was a spark between you and Wonwoo that up until that moment you didn’t think existed. Your lips moved together, and Wonwoo gently slid his tongue across your bottom lips asking to deepen the kiss. You reached forward and gripped his blazer as your lips danced.

The sound of someone clearing their throat, catches your attention. Pulling away from Wonwoo. You looked up to see your father standing there.

“I see you two are having fun,” your father awkwardly said.

“Sorry about that sir,” Wonwoo said, not really being sorry at all.

“Sweetheart I was wondering if we could have a father daughter dance?”

You weren’t even able to fully process what had just happened between you and Wonwoo. Now you’re being put on the spot to share a dance with your father. This is far from something you want to do.

“Sure.”

Following you father through the crowd the dj starts playing a slow version of “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles. Your father reached out for you. Slowly you dance together in front of the whole ballroom. You’re both completely silent. You don’t even know what you should even talk about.

“So that Wonwoo guy seems good for you.” He finally says, speaking up.

For some reason his statement annoyed you. “What does that mean?”

“I think he could give you a good life, and you wouldn’t have to worry about working. He could really take care of you.” Your father smiled, completely unaware of how annoying his comments were.

“Am I ever going to be good enough for you?” You’ve finally had enough.

“(YN) why would you even ask me that?” he didn’t seem to understand why you‘re so upset. The problem with him is, he’s never going to understand how much he’s hurt you over the years. For some reason he’s convinced himself that leaving you and your mother didn’t hurt you.

“I could be a god damn rocket scientist who is a millionaire, and somehow or another you would still be disappointed in me.”

He shook his head. “That’s not true. I just have such high hopes for you,” he whispered, attempting to not cause a scene. This was supposed to be a touching father and daughter dance. All this moment is going instead is breaking your heart.

“I had high hopes for you when I was a kid, but that didn’t matter, you still cheated.” You pulled away from your father as the song came to close.

He stared at you looking completely shocked. There was no point in holding back anymore how much he’s broken your heart. “(YN) that had nothing to do with you. That was, and still is, between your mother and I.”

“Well you left us, so I think it had something to do with me.” He silently stared at you wide eyed, clearly unsure what to say to you. “I shouldn’t have even come to this,” you sighed, stepping away from him.

“(YN) I want you to know that I love you,” your father says.

Silently you nodded and walked towards Wonwoo. Everything suddenly feels like it’s falling apart and you can’t sit here and pretend to be happy anymore. You didn’t say anything as you sat down, you reached for your drink and started to chug it. Wonwoo watched knowing that something was said by your father to upset you. As you reached for his drink, he placed his hand lightly on your wrist, instantly stopping you. He couldn’t have you getting wasted at this wedding, you would regret it in the morning if you did.

How can your father make you feel so small with such little effort? No matter how hard you try, you truly just want his approval. The problem is no matter what you do, you unfortunately never get it.

“I’m never going to be enough.”

“That is not true, you are more than enough. You’ve always been enough to me.”

His statement suddenly made your world feel like it was spinning. The aching feeling in your chest doesn’t hurt as badly suddenly.

As music started playing loudly across the ballroom everyone that had been sitting at your table got up to go dance. The two of you stayed at the table. You're trying to process what Wonwoo said.

Your eyes were locked on his dark ones through his glasses. In that moment, you were completely lost in his warm eyes. After the interaction with your father you felt completely and utterly heartbroken. Somehow right in that exact moment you felt like everything was going to be okay. You had Wonwoo sitting right next to you letting you know that your father didn’t matter. If he didn’t think you were enough, he was an idiot.

Your heart was racing a million miles an hour as your eyes started to brim with tears once again. Biting your bottom lip, you weren’t even sure what you should say.

“Are you okay,” Wonwoo asked, growing concerned.

“Am I really enough?”

“I don’t think you are aware how much you mean to me.” He reached over and squeezed your hand. “I came here this weekend because I knew you needed a friend, and because I wanted a chance to see if you would maybe want more…” he hesitated. “I like you, a lot. I totally understand if you just want a friend. I want you to know how I feel.”

This was unexpected. Wonwoo has never even given you the slightest hint that he was interested in you romantically. Silently you stared at him. Not even sure what to say to him.

“You don’t have to say anything, but I want you to know how I feel. I also want to let you know that I don’t think you should give a single fuck what any of your family thinks about you. Especially your father.”

“Wonwoo, I like you too.” A weight feels like it’s been lifted off your chest.

He smiled and reached over and rested his hand on your cheek. “Did you maybe want to share a dance?”

The music had switched to a slow song. There is something about the idea of getting to slow dance with Wonwoo that gives you butterflies.

Standing up you hold your hand out. He laced his fingers with yours. Leading him towards the dance floor you feel your father staring at you. You moved through the crowded dance floor that was filled with couples dancing. He pulls you close to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck he holds your hips, holding you close to him. He bit his bottom lip as he stared at you, it made him happy to see you smiling a little. Looking down at his shirt you feel nervous making eye contact with him. Why do you suddenly feel nervous being this close to him? You had already confessed your feelings to each other. Why did this slow dance feel so intimate?

“You know you are by far the most beautiful girl in this room,” his sweet words caused you to blush.

Glancing up at him through your eyelashes you couldn’t believe this moment was real between you. Suddenly everything seemed like a dream as you swayed to the beat of the song.

“You are quite the charmer Wonwoo.”

“I only want to be charming when it comes to you, honey.”

“I couldn’t have made it through this without you.” The thought of you doing this alone makes your chest hurt.

-

“I’m going to be here for you even after we go home, and I will be your fake boyfriend forever if you need me to be.” He didn’t want to be just your fake boyfriend. “I could also be more if you would want that.” He was putting his heart and the ego on the line right then, but he needed you to know that he would take more if you would give him more.

“I want more,” you whispered as you stopped moving and just stared at each other.

Without a single word he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Your lips moved together as he deepened the kiss. Reaching up and placing his hand on your cheek holding you close. There is no way you weren’t causing a scene, making out on the dance floor. It’s not like you care now. The room could have been on fire and you wouldn’t have even noticed. At that moment nothing seemed to matter other than you and Wonwoo.

Pulling away you whispered, “please take me to our room.” You need to escape and you know Wonwoo will take you anywhere you want to go.

“Are you sure?” He messed with his glasses almost nervously.

You nodded and reached down, taking his hand. Leading him through the ballroom and out the large white doors you had entered through. You silently made your way through the hotel and up the elevator. Nothing was said between you. Wonwoo stared at you as if the two of you were the only people in the entire world. Your stomach was doing flips at the thought of what was about to happen. There was a line that was about to be crossed. You don’t ever want to look back. You want to hold his hand as you both fall together.

-

Entering the room you make quick work of removing your shoes. You turn to look at Wonwoo who was removing his suit jacket. He stared at you wondering if you should just watch a movie and not do anything in the heat of the moment. He was worried you were just acting on your emotions.

You reached behind you to start trying to remove your dress. You turned so your back was to Wonwoo. There was no way you could remove this dress without Wonwoo’s help. He stepped forward and placed a sweet kiss on the back of your neck. A shiver went down your spine at the feeling of his electric touch. Slowly he dragged the zipped down your light blue dress and kissed his way down your spine ever so delicately. Holding your eyes closed tight taking in the feeling of his touch.

A sea of light blue fabric pools at your feet. Left standing in front of him in just your bra and panties.

The room feels different. It’s clear you both know everything is about to change. Honestly things probably changed the moment Wonwoo offered to come to this wedding with you. All your cards have been put on the table. You both have confessed your feelings. Wonwoo had made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. How do you possibly process that?

“Wonwoo what is going on here?” You asked, needing to know if he wanted this to happen. Because right then and there you felt as if you needed him with every part of your body and soul. Your soul aches for him to love you.

He was staring at you with lust blown pupils. He had just laid his heart out on the line, and told you that he wanted more. He wanted to give her everything, but this all had to be on your terms.

“I don’t know what’s happening,” he said softly.

“Wonwoo, I want this but we’re not just caught up in the illusion of a fake relationship, right?” Reaching up and resting your hand on his cheek. Being able to touch him like this is a wonderful reminder this is all real.

“Everything I feel for you has nothing to do with us faking a relationship. I know you think we’re caught up in the moment, but it’s real.”

“I know, I know. It’s just… damnit, I want you.” This all just doesn’t feel real. “This has just been such a crazy weekend. I just need to know that this is all real.”

“I know this has been a crazy weekend, but I want you to know that I want you too,” he reassured you. He had a lot of thoughts going through his own mind. “I want you so badly. I have for a while, but if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I want you to know that everything I feel for you is real.”

“Promise me that even after we do this, you’ll still want me.” You needed to know that this was all real to him. That this wasn’t part of the illusion.

He leaned forward to give you a quick kiss, and slowly said, “I’ve wanted you for a while, and if you want this to be real. I’ll want you five seconds from now, and even five decades from here on.”

“Okay,” you whispered, stepping away from him.

He stared at you as you reached behind you to remove your strapless bra. As it fell to the floor Wonwoo stared at you in awe for a moment before he started to remove his tie. He untucked his shirt. Stepping forward to help him unbutton his shirt.

Leaning forward he placed a sweet kiss on you forehead, “I’ll never get over how beautiful you are.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. He quickly took off his shoes and removed his socks, and got his pants off. “Can I touch you?” he asked, staring at your soft body.

Most of your life you have struggled with feeling comfortable in your own skin. The idea of being naked in front of someone wasn’t your favorite thought. The way he was looking at you made you feel comfortable. He made you feel truly wanted.

Silently you nodded. He reached out and gently palmed your breast. Leaning forward he starts kissing your bare shoulder. Working his way up your neck placing gentle bites and wet kisses. Soft moans pass your lips. His hand moved to the top of your panties, ever so slowly playing with the seam before his hand slid in. His fingers parted your folds and he gently stroked your sensitive nub.

You gasped at his touch. Everything feels warm and fuzzy. Reaching out to palm him through his boxers. He grew harder in your hand as you continued to palm him. He picks up his paces toying with your clit.

“I need you,” you murmured.

“Okay honey,” he whispered, removing his hand from your panties.

He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet to remove his incase of emergency condom. He had always carried it with him. Stripping away your panties, you crawled onto the bed. Watching as he kicked off his boxers and tore the foil packet open with his teeth. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he rolled the rubber down his length.

Crawling onto the bed he slowly parted your knees and stared down at you for a long moment before finally speaking, “(YN) are you sure you want this right now? We can always wait and do this another time.”

There is nothing more on this planet that you want than Wonwoo. You desperately want to know what it’s like to be with him in every physical way possible. “Yeah, I want this. I want you.”

“Okay,” he slowly lined up with your entrance. “At any time, if this is too much for you, just tell me and we can stop right then. Don’t worry about upsetting me, I won’t be upset.”

“Wonwoo I just want this,” you reached for his strong hand that was resting on her soft hip.

“Okay,” he whispered as he slowly pushed in.

He leaned forward placing all his weight on his hands as he hovered over you. His hips started to slowly roll as he connected his lips to yours for a passionate kiss.

Your body is warm and all your brain can process is the feeling of Wonwoo filling you completely. The stars have aligned and your finally with the man you desperately want to fall in love with.

You moan as he kisses you, whispering sweet words against your lips. With each thrust he picked up his speed.

Throughout your life you’ve slept with a few people. Sex with Wonwoo was something completely different. You were overwhelmed completely in the best way possible by his touch. He continues to whispered words of praise into your ear causing you to become speechless. Nobody ever in her life had ever said the sweet words he was whispering. It was almost as if he knew all the right things to say. He made you feel as if you were the only person in the world that existed.

He kissed his way down your neck as you moaned his name.

Reaching down to where you’re connected, you started to slowly touch yourself. The moment Wonwoo realized what you were doing he stared at you in awe. He had seen nothing in his entire life as beautiful as you looked right then.

He moaned your name like a prayer. He continued to stare at you in awe. Moaning his name back, as you reached up with your hand that wasn’t touching yourself. Resting it on Wonwoo’s cheek. Your eyes stayed locked on each other as white hot wave washes over you. Wonwoo only got about two more thrust in when he hit his own high. He stilled in you and leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss.

Rolling off of you he laid on his back and looked over at you and smiled, “how about we watch a movie?”

Everything feels perfect and you can’t help but smile.

Wonwoo reached down and pulled the covers up. Reaching over you grab the remote. Curling up next to him as you flipped through the list of movies.

-&-

The urge to pee wakes you up in the middle of the night. You’re still completely naked. Neither you or Wonwoo even bothered putting clothes on. You hadn’t even left the bed other than getting up to use the restroom. Wonwoo had thrown a robe on once so he could grab the room service that was delivered. You put a robe on so you weren't naked while eating. The moment you crawled back into bed you both were fully naked.

The trip to the bathroom was short. Crawling back into bed you moved closer to Wonwoo who had woken up. He let out a yawn and smiled at you.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“It’s like four am,” You said softly, rolling on your side next to him.

“Okay,” he yawned, laying right behind you so you were spooning. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your shoulder, “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

That wasn’t a statement you were expecting to hear. Your eyes are probably as wide as saucers. “Wonwoo, are you sure about that?”

He leaned up and with his lips brushing your ear whispered, “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You couldn’t help the smile that was plastered across your face. “Okay, let’s talk about it more in the morning when we’re both not half asleep.”

“Is that your way of rejecting me?” he asked with a soft laugh.

“No, I would never reject you Wonwoo. I just don’t want to have this conversation at four in the morning when we’re both half asleep and naked.”

“Okay honey,” he gently pressed his lips to your shoulder.

-&-

Around nine the both of you woke up. There was some tension between the two of you. Neither of you dare to bring up your conversation you shared in the middle of the night. Wonwoo wasn’t going to be the one to bring up first. He knows you well enough to know you’re definitely overthinking this. If he had to, he planned on just bringing it up a couple days after you returned home.

Around ten-thirty you checked out of the hotel and you were on your way back home. About thirty minutes into the drive home you looked over at Wonwoo who was focused on the road.

“Were you serious about what you said?” You needed to know if he regretted anything that had happened between you.

He glanced over at you for a quick second before looking back at the road, “I was one-hundred percent serious about every single thing I said this weekend.”

“Even the part about wanting to be my real boyfriend?” You asked, staring at him.

He wanted nothing more than to be your actual boyfriend.

“I was very serious about that,” he reached over and rested his hand on your soft thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Wonwoo please pull over.”

“Why?” he asked as he pulled over on the highway. He put the hazards on and looked over at you confused on why he was pulling over. Part of him was worried you were going to get out of the car and run away.

You reached over the center console and took his face in your hands. Crashing your lips into his for a sloppy kiss. Pulling away and smiling at him as he looked at you completely dumbstruck.

“What was that for?”

“I want you to be my real boyfriend, Wonwoo.”

“I would love to be your real boyfriend,” he had a huge smile on his face.

“Okay you can start driving again,” you leaned back in your seat and buckled up again.

Wonwoo had a huge smile plastered on his face as he turned back onto the highway. He reached over and laced his fingers with yours and squeezed your hand three times.

Who knew agreeing to be your fake boyfriend would lead to finally being able to call you his?

To you, cam boy No Face is the perfect distraction.

This faceless man, who usually films from the shoulders down. There’s something so specific and endearing about him. His pretty veiny hands, forearms showed off by black compression shirts with the sleeves rolled up-

His sounds are also like heaven, and sometimes you close your eyes and just listen to him, imagining he’s the one getting you off.

People talk about the dangers of porn, but fuck it, being a tad addicted to No Face is your own kind of dark chocolate and red wine, and no one is going to make you feel bad about needing an outlet for your pent up sexual energy.

He’s a gamer too, a faceless one the likes of Corpse Husband and Dream (before the face reveal of course), and you love the fact that he’s multidimensional.

When you’re studying, his gaming streams are in the background, and when you’re done studying and ready to reward yourself, it’s straight to his OnlyFans.

Recently, he’s taken to wearing a neon blue accented purge face mask, and you love the way his dark curls obscure around the plastic.

He’s a handsome man, you can just feel it in your bones, and you can feel your orgasm roll through every inch of your entire body every time you cum with the help of No Face.

One:

History classes can be a bit of a bore at times, and as someone of a recluse, you don’t get the joy of friendly chats with other girlies. No, history is your solitary work load, which is why you’re dreading the group project that’s being set up today.

The teacher gives students the benefit of choosing their own partners. This isn’t high school, and your professor knows most people already have connections that work well for this sort of thing… most people. 

You look around as people pair up, and you feel like there’s a frog in your throat. You don’t have it within you to make that leap, to ask someone to be your partner-

Which is when you notice the other antisocial person who sits at the back of the class. He’s handsome, with an angular bone structure. You’ve never once seen him smile, and that mirrored recluse nature throws you off a bit. 

To make matters worse, he has dark curly hair, just like your No Face, and everytime you look at him, your mind conjures up whispered words of encouragement to throw you over the edge, and your panties get wet in history, which is a very inopportune time to be getting horny if you’re honest with yourself.

His eyes meet yours, and you immediately look away, but you can sense him standing up to talk to you.

“Do you have a partner?” he asks.

“Uh… not really.”

“Me neither.”

There’s an xawkward silence for a moment, and then you release a sigh, looking up at him. “So… should we do the project together.”

“Guess that makes sense.” He nods.

You tell him your name, and he introduces himself as Jeon Wonwoo. You exchange details and as he speaks, there’s something even more familiar about him, but you brush it off. 

“So… when are you free?” Wonwoo asks, pulling you out of your daze.

“I could do the library after my last class ends, let’s say four oclock?”

“I’ll see you there.” 

Two:

Wonwoo is easy enough to work with. He’s not very opinionated, and he has let you choose what topic you wanted to work on for your project. Now, the two of you are getting preliminary readings out of the way, looking into the online research that would provide the backbone of your argument for the essay portion.

You find yourself looking at him very frequently, after all, he’s a striking man, and you’re a horny girl who has been so busy doing university courses that you haven’t had the time to get laid in forever.

Your gaze dips, and you stare at his hands as he toys with his pencil. It must be some sort of anxiety calming repetitive behaviour, the way he flicks it, traces his thumb and pointer down the wood, then flicks it again.

As you’re looking at him, you notice the details of his fingers.

Although No Face’s cock is significantly - significantly - bigger than this tiny pencil, the phalic shape is the same. You’ve watched so many No Face videos, and Wonwoo’s fingers are undeniably the same as your favourite cam boy’s. 

You feel like you’ve choked on air, and you look up at Wonwoo, imagining him with that neon blue purge mask.

He’s got the dark hair, the curls- he’s even wearing a black compression shirt today.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, drawing his attention immediately.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, fuck, uh-” You look away, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “It’s just hot in here.”

Wonwoo simply gazes at you, and you find yourself standing up. 

“I’m just going to pop outside for some air,” you tell him, not even waiting for a response as you grab your phone and dart away.

It’s only once you’re under the blue sky, feeling the cool air against your skin, that you’re able to take a moment.

You’re in a group project with your favourite gamer boy OnlyFans model, and you’re going to have to pretend as if you haven’t cum to his videos countless times.

If this is how you’re going to react every time he’s around - skin heating, heart racing, hands getting clammy - well, you’re in deep shit. 

Three:

“No, I swear to God, Tina, my history project partner is No Face!”

Your friend is silent for a moment, simply watching you. “But like… how sure?”

“Tina!” You narrow your eyes at her with exasperation. “You know I watch him religiously!”

Tina nods. “I mean… there are rumours that some of the Sigma Veta Tau frat guys are into the whole cam thing, some of the sororities too.”

“Rumours?”

“Nothing confirmed, obviously, if any of them are in on that whole OnlyFans world, they’re smart enough to not show their faces.” Tina releases a sigh. “There’s a frat party tomorrow at SVT actually, maybe… we should go and I can see Wonwoo for myself.”

“Okay, but! Tina, I’m calling dibs.”

“You can’t call dibs! I showed him to you!” Tina argues.

“This isn’t time for girl code or anything else, I know you watch multiple streamers- No Face is the only one I watch, no one else has ever interested me. And I’m the one who made the connection! Tina, for real. Please.”

She releases a deep groan. “Fuck it. Fine. I guess. But if he hits on me, I’m going for it.”

“I guess you’re wearing a full sweater and showing no skin at the party tomorrow then.”

Four: 

Wonwoo’s shocked to see you at his frat for a party. From being in classes with you for the first part of term, he’s pegged you as a shy and quiet type, much like himself. All month, he’s never seen you speak to anyone. You show up, take your seat at the very back of the room, and don’t open your mouth for anything.

Luckily for Wonwoo, he’s into the shy and quiet type. While his best friends are loud and boisterous, he could never see himself with a party girl, which is why he doesn’t have much of a social battery for being at his frat parties for longer than absolutely necessary. 

Mingyu - the aforementioned loud and boisterous best friend - is next to Wonwoo, and Wonwoo can feel his gaze.

“Are you checking out that girl?” Mingyu asks.

“I have a class project with her,” Wonwoo responds casually, sipping his beer.

“She’s cute.”

Wonwoo simply shrugs, not wanting to divulge too deeply into his interest of you just yet. He’s a careful type, and with his scandalous online alter ego, he has to be.

“You should go get her a drink,” Mingyu continues.

“She’ll be fine.”

“If you don’t get her one, I will.”

Now Wonwoo turns to look at his friend, and the challenging gaze he receives in return makes him sigh. “Fine.”

“That’s my boy!” Mingyu grins, clapping Wonwoo on the back.

Despite Wonwoo’s confident persona online, he doesn’t have much experience with women. He’d gotten into the gaming scene first, learned how to be social and how to talk to followers of all types. Somehow that had translated to making an OnlyFans.

Choi Seungcheol, frat president, had seen his follower number on Twitch, and had suggested the creation of OnlyFans. Sex sells, and the business major had run the numbers. Cheol had broken down that if even one percent of Wonwoo’s following made the transfer to OnlyFans, Wonwoo could be making serious bank every month.

Both men were shocked to find a whopping five percent of Wonwoo’s followers had initially made the move with him to OnlyFans, and since then, that number has only grown.

Wonwoo tries to channel that confidence as he approaches you, and he kind of likes the way you jump when he gently touches your elbow to gain your attention.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you respond, eyes wide. You look like a frozen deer, caught in headlights, and Wonwoo’s not sure if he wants to swerve, or hit this whole thing with full force.

“Want a drink?”

You nod, and Wonwoo leads you to the kitchen, where he finds you a beer.

“I’ve never seen you at one of these things,” he notes, stepping closer to you so you can hear each other over the loud music.

“I’ve never been to one,” you admit. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Wonwoo asks next, although, he suspects he already knows the answer.

“Uh… it’s loud.”

“Do you want to move somewhere quieter?”

He notes the way you swallow thickly, the way your pupils blow- but you nod, and Wonwoo once again grabs your arm to gently lead you to a different destination in the house.

His room is on the third floor, and he’s one of the lucky few that doesn’t have a roommate. The sound dies down significantly as soon as the door is shut behind the both of you, and Wonwoo welcomes the reprieve.

“I like your set up,” you tell him, looking around at all the neon blue and the PC set up.

“Yeah, I’m a bit of a gaming fan.”

“I can see that.” You’re quiet for a moment, and then you ask, “What are your favourite games to play?”

“Call of Duty is fun, League of Legends, Fortnite, all the usual ones,” he responds, moving toward his bed, where he takes a seat.

“Ah, right.” You nod, taking a sip of your beer.

“Do you game?”

“I watch gamers more than I play, you know, something to have on in the background while I study.” Your eyes meet, and you quickly look away.

There’s something in your body language that is throwing Wonwoo off, and the fact that you’ve just mentioned you watch streamers is a bit of an indicator that things might not be all that they seem with you.

Could you know who he is?

Was bringing you up here a mistake?

If you’ve ever seen one of his Twitch streams, will you be able to make the connection between him and the room?

It’s not like his streams show a lot of the room, but they show enough- and neon blue is a bit of a signature colour of his. 

Neither of you say anything, and then you take a quick breath. “Anyways, I’m here with my friend Tina, and she’s probably wondering where I am-”

“You should get back to it then,” Wonwoo tells you.

“Yeah. But uh… we’re still on for our library study thing on Monday, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” 

Five:

When No Face puts up a new video on his OnlyFans, you take the opportunity to get a better look at his bedroom.

Two seconds into the video you’re convinced that your quiet history partner is, in fact, the notorious faceless gamer turned cam boy, and it makes your stomach turn into knots.

Is it bad to keep watching this, knowing what you now know?

Is it… disrespectful to Wonwoo to be watching him? To have your hand slowly snaking into your pants as your pussy gets wetter by the second? 

Do you have any chance with him?

Is this whole thing a dream?

You’ve been obsessed with one gamer/cam boy in your life, and suddenly he’s your history partner?

You thank whatever God is out there for this coincidental and miraculous turn of events, and you let out a breath as you begin to toy with your clit, relaxing against your pillows.

No Face has such a pretty cock. It’s the perfect size, and it looks even better with his long, slender fingers wrapped around it.

You listen to his quiet moans, and they urge you to echo them as you masturbate in your room.

Wonwoo’s only ever filmed himself. He’s a strictly solo man… there’s a possibility you have a chance with him romantically - or maybe even just sexually. If he gives you any chance at all, you’ll take it, everything else be damned.

Wonwoo is even more gorgeous than you’d ever imagined the anonymous No Face being, and this time, when you close your eyes to listen to the cam boy moan, you imagine your history partner above you, his hand down your pants as he rubs you closer and closer to the edge. 

Six:

You need at least one citation from a physical book for your report, so today, you and Wonwoo are perusing amongst the shelves, searching for a few titles you have identified for possible quotes.

Your heart is racing just from being near Wonwoo, and you sense his gaze more often than not.

“You okay?” Wonwoo asks.

“Hmm?”

“You’re quiet today.”

“I’m always quiet,” you retort… quietly. 

Wonwoo releases a chuckle, and you think it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him smile. The sight of his pretty pearly whites, the sharp canines, the way his eyes crinkle- it has your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“More quiet than usual,” Wonwoo corrects himself.

“I think you’re more talkative than usual,” you point out.

“Maybe.” 

You take a breath, wondering if you should tell him that you know who he is. 

If you tell him, it’s an admission that you’ve seen his Twitch or his OnlyFans- and you wonder if that will make him uncomfortable.

The two of you are quiet for another couple of minutes, but finally, you can’t take it anymore.

“I’m just going to say it,” you blurt out, drawing his eyes. “I know who you are.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re No Face, aren’t you?”

Wonwoo is quiet.

A groan escapes you. “Fuck, this whole thing is so uncomfortable, I shouldn’t have said anything, because now it’s going to make you uncomfortable-”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” he interjects.

“You’re not?”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “Just wondering which platform you’ve watched me on.”

Your heart lurches violently in your chest, and your throat all but closes up again. You choke a little on your response. “I, uh- I-”

“I’m guessing both,” Wonwoo concludes.

You’re gaze moves down the floor immediately, that familiar heat blooming through your skin, a sign of the embarrassment that surges through you.

“It’s kind of hot that you’ve watched me before,” Wonwoo sighs. “How could you tell it was me?”

“Your hands,” you say meekly.

“My hands?” You can hear the shock in his voice. “Wow, you must watch me a lot.”

“I do,” another half whimpered response, an embarrassed admittance of your cam boy loving ways.

“Don’t be shy about it,” Wonwoo tells you, and he steps closer. You instinctively move back, only for your shoulders to bump into the shelves behind you. It’s interesting how suddenly your history partner has changed from shy boy Wonwoo, to confident cam boy No Face, and you can feel your core getting wetter with each tension fueled moment. “I appreciate you being transparent with me.”

You finally look up at him, and you catch Wonwoo’s gaze dip to your lips.

Before you can even register what’s happening, Wonwoo is leaning in, and your body reacts on it’s own accord.

Your arms throw themselves around the back of his neck, and you press your lips to his. Your chests meet as Wonwoo wraps you in his embrace, his mouth hot as it moves on your own. He pushes you back against the shelves and you can’t even find it within yourself to care that you’re making out with him in a library.

There’s no shame as you make out with Wonwoo, accepting his tongue into your mouth with a delighted groan, there’s only intense pleasure, and an ecstasy like feeling of absolute elatedness that you’ve never experienced in your whole life.

Then- a sound in the periphery of your surroundings makes you jump, and you pull away from Wonwoo, looking around wildly.

“Shit,” you whisper, tearing yourself out of his embrace. “This was- uh, that was- um… I have to go!”

You find yourself running away, and you’re not even sure why. All you know is that you’re completely overwhelmed, and once again, being in the presence of the notorious No Face has you needing air like a fish out of water needs H2O.

Seven:

You shouldn’t be shocked when Wonwoo sits next to you in history class. He doesn’t say anything, but half way through the seminar, his hand moves to your knee.

Your heart is racing in your chest, a mix of anxiety and excitement. He hasn’t reached out to you since you ran away from him in the library, and you have no idea where you stand with him, so instead, you just stare at his hand.

There’s this general sense that you both deeply want each other, and it distracts you all the way until class is over. 

As students stand up around you, hurrying to their next engagements, you turn to look at Wonwoo.

“What are we doing?”

“A project.”

“You know what I mean,” you sigh.

“We’re doing whatever you want.”

“Okay,” you take a breath. “But I’m shy, I don’t normally do hookups, and-”

“I don’t do hookups either.” 

“You don’t?”

“There’s a reason I do solos,” Wonwoo points out.

“I guess that’s true.”

“Does the whole No Face thing bug you?” he enquires.

“Not really,” you admit. “I mean, in this day and age, most people have done it. Not me, but, you know, most people.”

Wonwoo lets out a chuckle, then it dies down. “So… do you want to be there for my next stream? You know, sitting behind the camera, watching?”

You swear it’s as if there’s a flood in your panties, and your heart leaps like a professional olympic high jumper.

“Yes,” you squeak.

Wonwoo smiles broadly. “This will be fun.”

Eight:

You’re sitting on Wonwoo’s bed, body tense with anticipation.

His camera is set up, and it’s the only thing between the two of you as he lounges in his gaming chair.

The neon blue purge mask is obscuring his features, but you can feel his eyes on you. He’s hit the record button, and you’re committed to being a silent watcher as Wonwoo visibly slips into his No Face alter ego.

There’s something about the way his shoulders drop, the way he tilts his head back, exposing his pretty throat as he gets comfortable in the chair.

Wonwoo’s hand drops down to the front of his pants, and he palms himself gently, releasing a sigh.

“Feels good,” he muses, voice deeper than it usually is in every day life. “Wish it was your hands touching me though.” 

Your body tingles with the realization he’s talking to you. Sure, he dirty talks for his shows all the time, but today, it’s different.

Today, No Face is literally talking directly to you, but all his words will be eaten up by his subscribers too. It’s your very own personal cam show, and no one else ever has to know.

“Are you going to get started too, baby?” Wonwoo asks. “I can’t be the only one getting off, and we both know you’re here watching this because you want something in return. So don’t be shy.”

You swallow thickly, heart racing in your chest.

“How about this, I strip tease for you, and in return, you get yourself ready for me?” he suggests.

It’s almost hard to breathe now, but you nod, staring directly at Wonwoo. You know his eyes are on you. At this point, it’s clear he’s ignoring the camera completely, but with his face obscured by the mask, his subscribers will be none the wiser to the true event taking place.

Wonwoo starts by gently lifting up his shirt, exposing hard abs and a lean muscled body that has your core already throbbing with need.

Compression shirts are part of his brand, so Wonwoo stops the teasing there, hands instead dropping to the belt of his black jeans. He’s slow with undoing it, slow with the way his long fingers toy with his button and zipper.

He releases a sigh as he lifts his hips, pushing his pants down to his knees. His thighs bulge where they press against the black leather of his gaming chair, but the bulge in his underwear is even bigger, and it makes you unconsciously lick your lips as your eyes stay glued to every motion.

“Come on, baby, be good for me,” Wonwoo tells you, and it snaps you out of your trance.

You realize you need to be doing something too- that’s the whole intrigue of this. Wonwoo gets off on camera, and you get off behind it. Mutual masturbation, in the sexiest possible form.

Truly no hands on, just self gratification while watching the other pleasure themself.

You remove your shirt, and Wonwoo lets out a groan. “That’s it.”

Deciding to keep your bra on for now, your hands slip to your own pants, and you carefully take them off. 

“Want to see you,” Wonwoo says, palming himself through his underwear.

Your hands are shaking as you remove your panties, body alight with energy. It’s not shyness per se- more like shock that you’re even in this situation.

You want it, so fucking bad, but it’s a truly difficult thing to wrap your head around. This situation is unlike anything you could have imagined in your wildest dreams, and you’ve never been more turned on in your entire life.

You’re now bare on your lower half, and you relax against the bed, lifting your legs so your feet are on the mattress, your pussy spread for Wonwoo.

He releases another deep groan, shifting his own underwear down.

His beautiful cock slaps up against his stomach, and he immediately wraps a hand around it. 

There’s a bottle of lube next to him, and you watch him spurt some onto his palm, when he brings it to his cock again, you begin to touch your pussy.

You start with your clit, drawing slow cirlces while Wonwoo strokes himself, matching your pace.

“Mmm, that’s good,” Wonwoo muses, relaxing back against his gaming chair. His head lolls back, but you know his eyes are still entirely focused on you. “I know you’re feeling good too, aren’t you, baby?”

Since he’s on camera, you know you can’t make a sound, but you nod aggressively, swallowing the lump in your throat as you apply more pressure to your clit.

“That’s it, rub harder,” Wonwoo encourages you. “Bet you’re all nice and wet for me already, huh?”

It’s hard to hold in the moan that threatens to escape you, but you nod again, biting your lip to force yourself not to make a sound.

“I can just imagine your mouth on my cock, sucking me so good,” Wonwoo says. “How I’d grab your hair and help you find a rhythm. Bet you’d kind of love choking on it, love the way tears roll down your cheeks as I use you.”

Your toes curl at his words, and you rub your clit even harder, the knots in your stomach tightening deliciously.

“When you got me to the edge, I’d switch things up. I’d lay you down on the bed, eating you out until you cum on my tongue, until your thighs are shaking around my head. I’d hold you down too, because I know you’d like that. Something tells me you want to be dominated, and I could show you what that’s like.”

It’s as if he’s read your mind, as if he knows you better than you know yourself.

“Once you’re good and ready, I’d finally give you my cock,” Wonwoo groans, increasing the pace of his strokes along his length. “Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Love to have me spreading open your insides and fucking you stupid.”

Your breathing is shaky as you rub your clit, your heart racing in your chest. Your eyes close a little as you focus on the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that’s beginning to blossom inside of you.

“I think you should slip a finger in, baby, imagine it’s mine.”

Your eyes snap open again as you stare at him.

“Come on, do as I say.”

With a shaky hand, you bring your fingers to your core, slipping one into your obscenely wet hole.

“Hmm, that’s it,” Wonwoo groans. “Bet you wish it was bigger though, huh?”

You nod, biting your lip even harder in an effort to control yourself.

“Add another finger then. They’re still not as big as mine, but you can dream, right?”

God, you were not mentally prepared for this.

To be the sole focus of No Face is the most sinfully wonderful thing you could ever experience, and the way your body reacts to his commands- following through without your mind even registering it now-

Wonwoo has you in a daze, and you kind of love it.

“Fuck that pussy with those tiny fingers, baby,” Wonwoo encourages you. “I wanna hear it.”

You’re so wet you’re almost afraid his camera will be able to pick up the sound of your squelching pussy, but fuck it- he’s given you a command so you’ll follow through.

“That’s it, feels good, huh?”

You can see he’s stroking his cock harder, and it makes your mouth begin to salivate as you watch.

“Do you think you’re close, baby?” Wonwoo asks. 

You nod.

“I’m close too, something about this has me hornier than usual. Thinking about tasting you, about fucking you with my fingers then railing you with my cock- you’re doing something to me, baby, and I know I’m doing something to you too.”

You nod again, more enthusiastically this time.

“Rub your clit again, want to watch you cum for me.”

You do as he says, and you bite hard on your lip again, throwing your head back, eyes closing as you focus on the feeling.

Wonwoo begins to moan as he watches you, and you’ve seen enough videos of his to know that this is a sign he’s near the edge too.

You can hear the wet slapping of his lubed hand now, and you know he’s beating himself off hard and fast- you bet he wishes it was your pussy on his cock right now, and it makes your toes curl again as you get closer and closer to your own high.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Wonwoo moans. “Come on, you can cum for me.”

You nod, muscles tightening to an impossible limit-

“That’s it, that’s it-”

Wonwoo’s encouragement throws you over the edge and you fall backward onto his bed, grabbing a pillow to put over your face, muffling your moans as your orgasm washes through you.

Your whole body is throbbing with sexual energy, thighs already shaking as you continue to rub yourself through it- having not received a command that you could stop.

You pray to God that the pillow is enough to muffle your sounds, because the whimpers escaping you are no longer something you can keep in- especially when Wonwoo releases a grunt of his own, a sign that he’s cum too.

A shiver of tingles errupts through you at the notion that he’s tipped over the edge, that the two of you have cum together in a situation like this.

Your mind is practically blank except for this moment, and as your orgasm dies down, you can’t ignore the racing of your heart in your chest.

“That’s a good girl,” Wonwoo groans, voice drawing you back to reality.

You move the pillow away, pulling your hand from your core as you sit up again, blinking at Wonwoo.

He’s cum all over his chest, and it’s a big load too- fuck, part of you wants to just lick it up.

“You were a good girl for me tonight,” Wonwoo says. “Such a good girl.”

He’s gently toying with his cock still, but finally he stops, and after a deep sigh, he turns off the camera.

The two of you sit there in silence for a moment, and once Wonwoo has the cap back on his camera’s lens, he pulls off his mask.

His skin is flushed, and he looks absolutely beautiful. There’s nothing like a post orgasmic glow to bring light to someone’s eyes.

“You good?” he asks, voice returning to its normal tone.

“That was amazing,” you whisper.

“I can’t believe you’re seriously okay with all of this,” Wonwoo admits with a sigh, running a hand through his unruly curls before reaching for some tissue to begin wiping up his mess.

“I am.”

He chuckles. “I can tell you’re overwhelmed though.”

“Maybe a little,” you admit, anticipation bubbling through you.

“I think it’s best if we call it a night.” Wonwoo says, and something sinks within your chest at his words. “I want to fuck you, I do, but… I want to give you time to think about all of this.”

“I have thought about all of this,” you counter.

“You’ve thought about fucking No Face, but off camera, I’m just Wonwoo, and I don’t want you to be disappointed with… the reality of me. No Face is a persona, and I need to know you understand that.”

You consider his words, and nod. “I’ll spend some time thinking about all of this.”

“But we’re still on for studying in a couple of days, right?”

“Regardless of us, we have a project to finish,” you nod. 

Wonwoo smiles. “Thanks for coming today, it made a difference.”

Nine:

The two of you are studying in Wonwoo’s room, and as hours pass by, it’s getting harder and harder for you to focus.

There’s a tension in the space that you could cut with a knife, and your panties have been wet since you arrived.

In the past couple of days, you’ve given the whole situation a lot of thought… and you may have rewatched the camshow you did with him about a hundred times too.

“Wonwoo?” you ask, putting your laptop to the side.

“Hmm?”

“I wanted to talk to you about us.” 

He gives you space to continue and you take a breath. 

“I know that the whole No Face thing is a persona, and while he’s not you, he’s still part of you. Despite that, I like who you are too. You’re calm, and smart, and level-headed- and respectful too. Most men wouldn’t have done what we did and let me go home to process the situation. You could tell I was overwhelmed and you didn’t take advantage of me, which shows you’re respectful too. I think… you and I are kindred souls, and I’d like the opportunity to get to know you better, the real you, not No Face.” 

Wonwoo nods, and you can tell he’s thinking about what you’ve just said. “I want to know you better too. I never thought I’d find a cute, shy girl who would be okay with the whole OnlyFans thing. You’re quiet, but you’re kinky, like me, and I really like that.”

Your skin heats at his words, and a smile works its way onto your lips.

“Doing this project has been great,” Wonwoo continues. “We work well together, and yeah… I like you a lot. I want to give it a try too.”

“Good.” You take a breath, sitting up to move closer to him. “So… I think we’ve done enough studying, don’t you?”

Wonwoo chuckles. “Feeling needy, huh?”

“You’ve got a half chub already, so don’t talk to me about feeling needy,” you tease with a grin.

“Talking back, are you?”

“You said it yourself, you’re not No Face, you’re Wonwoo. No Face is a dominant, but Wonwoo… I’m getting vibes from you that you’re something else.”

He cocks his head to the side, looking at you with a smile. “I guess you know the real me better than I realized.”

“You talk a big game about being a dominant on cam, but… my guess is you’re softer in person, softer like this.” You reach out to stroke his face, and Wonwoo leans into your palm.

“Are you okay with soft?”

“I’m okay with a mixture,” you tell him. “Whatever feels right in the moment.”

“Part of me wants to fuck the shit out of you,” Wonwoo notes. “But… as a first time, another part of me wants to just be nice.”

“Then be nice, you can be rough later, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

“You better.”

You move his laptop out of the way, swinging your leg over his hips so you can mount him where he’s seated on the bed.

His hands find your waist, and he looks up at you. God, he truly is so beautiful. 

You’ve kissed him before in the library, but that had been all fire, all passion, all pent up tension- as you lean down to press your lips to his now, you get the sense that everything about this interaction will be softer.

He’s not playing off as his alter ego, he knows you accept the real him, that you want to experience Wonwoo tonight, not No Face. 

As amazing as No Face was, you don’t want him to think that’s all you’re here for.

He kisses you gently, one hand moving up to cup your cheek. His tongue is tentative as it runs along your bottom lip, asking for entry instead of demanding it.

You tilt your head a little to make things easier as the kiss deepens, his fingers digging into your hip.

You begin to grind down against him, enjoying the pressure on your clit. He’s already hard, and you know he wants this as badly as you do, which lights a fire in the pit of your stomach.

With one movement, Wonwoo has you both rolling, and you end up with your back pressed to the bed, Wonwoo on top of you.

Now it’s his turn to grind down against you, and you kiss him harder, whimpering against his lips.

One of his hands snakes up to your breast, and he squeezes you through your shirt, groaning at the way you fit in his palm.

“Can I take care of you?” he asks.

“You can do anything you want,” you assure him, heart beating rapidly in your chest.

Wonwoo’s lips move to your throat, and then the swell of your cleavage. You throw your head back, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation.

He’s gentle when he removes your shirt, followed quickly by your bra, and then his mouth is on your chest again. His lips are soft as they suck on your nipple, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud.

Your hands find their way to his hair, tangling in his curls as you enjoy the worship he’s providing you. Wonwoo takes his time with your breasts, and you can feel your pussy throbbing- you wonder if this is what blue balls feels like for men- this insatiable need to have attention on your core instead of the erogenous zone he’s currently enjoying.

Soon, Wonwoo’s mouth is moving down your body, and he slips onto the floor next to the bed. He takes off your pants and panties, moving slowly as if to give you time to change your mind.

But you’re not going to change your mind.

You want this more than you’ve ever wanted everything, and as he drags you to the edge of the bed, intent on eating your pussy like he’d talked about on cam, you give yourself over to him fully.

His hands massage your legs, and he peppers kisses up your calf, tickling your knee as he moves to your thighs.

Your legs adjust over his shoulders, and his hands grab at your hips as he leans in for his first lick of your pussy.

The contact of his tongue on your clit has you releasing a squeal of delight, your entire boy tingling with pleasure.

You can feel Wonwoo’s eyes on you as he begins to eat you out, his tongue pushing into your wet pussy before flicking back up to your sensitive bud again.

“Feels good!” you tell him, muscles already beginning to tighten with pleasure.

His fingers get a better grip on you, one hand moving to your thigh to hold you in place as he devours you.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and it’s a sensation that has your entire body reacting, the cord in your stomach tightening even more-

No one has eaten you out in practically forever, and to be having a man worship you like this- it’s getting you closer to the edge, faster than anyone else before.

“Shit,” you whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair again, back arching as the pleasure begins to build.

Wonwoo doesn’t relent, he eats you out like a starved man, his eagerness only growing with each second-

Your whimpers are getting louder, the sensation building more and more-

“I’m gonna cum!” you announce, eyes clenching shut as you teeter on the edge-

Suddenly two fingers are slipping into your pussy, crooking up so his digits can touch your sweet spot, at the same time, he sucks roughly on your clit and that’s all it takes to make you cum.

You gasp, your orgasm exploding inside of you unlike any other.

It’s all consuming in the best possible way, your body throbbing with unknown pleasure.

Wonwoo continues to finger fuck you, working you through it as wave after wave of ecstasy consumes you.

Your clit is almost too sensitive now, your thighs shaking, muscles beginning to hurt from the power of your high.

“Fuck, Wonwoo-” you whimper, pushing at his head.

He pulls away from your clit, his fingers slowing inside of you, and you can feel his eyes.

“You good?” he asks.

“Fuck, that was so good-” you groan, another shiver erupting through you when he strokes your inner walls again. “Need more.”

“Need what?”

“Your cock,” you tell him. “Need it so bad.”

“I’ll grab a condom,” Wonwoo muses, pulling his fingers out of your pussy only to plop them into his mouth.

As he stands, you freeze. “Wait! I’m on birth control!”

He stops, looking down at you. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure I’m on birth control, yes.”

“No, I mean, are you sure about unprotected sex?”

“Well… I’m clean,” you point out. “I haven’t had sex in forever-”

“Me neither,” he admits. “Other than, you know, sex with my own hand.”

You stare at him for a moment, and from the way he cracks a smile, you know he’s making a joke. So you begin to laugh too.

“How have we both not gotten laid in a while?” you ask.

He shrugs. “Guess we’re both pretty shy.”

“And school is busy,” you point out.

“School, gaming and OnlyFans is definitely a lot,” he agrees, pulling off his shirt then kicking down his pants. “Move up to the pillows for me, want you to be comfortable.”

You do as he says, watching eagerly as he gets fully naked for you. 

God, his cock is even prettier up close, and you bite your tongue as he gets onto the bed with you. Your legs wrap around his hips instinctively, and you pull him in for a passionate kiss.

He begins to grind down against you, stimulating your oversensitive clit in a way that has you squealing with delight.

“I like your sounds,” Wonwoo muses, lips moving to your throat and ear, where he gently bites your lobe. “Was a shame I didn’t get to hear them during the cam show.”

“I tried to be good and quiet for you.”

“You were very good for me,” Wonwoo groans, voice dropping into the No Face cadence, which has your stomach flip flopping, pussy getting even wetter.

Wonwoo reaches between your bodies, adjusting the tip of his cock to your pussy. “You said you haven’t been fucked in a while,” he muses, “so if this hurts, or you need me to go slow, or stop-”

“I’ll be fine,” you assure him, cupping his face. “Just fuck me, please.”

Wonwoo kisses you then, slowly pushing his rock hard cock into you as you whimper and claw at his shoulders.

He fills you so well- your inner walls finally receiving attention from a real sized cock after way too long.

Your fingers - hell, even his fingers - don’t do his full length justice, and it feels like heaven once he’s fully bottomed out.

You both release a low groan, your toes curling with pleasure.

“I’m good,” you tell him, pressing kisses to his throat as your fingers explore his broad shoulders. “Feels good.” 

“You feel good,” he counters, beginning to move.

The drag of his cock along your core has you groaning, eyes closing as pleasure consumes you.

“Shit,” you whimper, holding him tighter.

“Shit,” Wonwoo echos again, picking up his pace.

You lay there, enjoying everything he’s giving you. As himself, Wonwoo’s not much of a talker, but you’re okay with that. The two of you simply gasp and moan as conversation, and you enjoy the feral aspect of sex, the part where you’re both overcome by the feeling of each other, so overcome that words aren’t even necessary.

Wonwoo presses his lips to yours again, kissing you fiercely as he fucks you harder and harder, until his bed is rocking and you’re scared people outside his door will be able to hear you moaning. 

But part of you doesn’t even care, you don’t want to hold yourself back with Wonwoo anymore, not like you did when he was on cam. No, you want him to hear every whimper, every groan, every squeal of pleasure as he fucks you better than anyone else ever has.

There’s a connection here, a spark, and it lights a fire inside you as Wonwoo fucks you for the very first time.

It’s passionate as you remain lip locked, your hands grabbing at his strong shoulders.

You don’t even care that it’s clear this will be a one position fuck session. Missionary has always been one of the more boring ways to fuck, but with Wonwoo- it’s downright magical. There’s nothing like it, being pressed chest to chest- as close as you can be as you do this.

Wonwoo’s groans are magic too, and they have your pussy throbbing depserately around him-

Then he slips his hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit-

Your pussy clamps down on him, a gasp escaping you as you break the kiss to look up at him.

“Want you to cum with me,” Wonwoo groans. “Please.”

You can’t respond, all you can do is focus on the building sensation- and in no time at all, you’re tipping over the edge with a loud moan.

Wonwoo returns your sound with a grunt, burying his face against your throat as he cums with you.

Your pussy throbs around him, milking Wonwoo of all he’s worth as he moans in your ear, fucking you through it all.

His hair is tickling your cheek, but you can’t even care as the orgasm swells through you like the waves of a warm summer ocean.

Your chests are still pressed together, and you can feel the beating of his heart. It’s almost dizzying, feeling this connected to another person, and it leaves your mind blank as you enjoy it.

Your arms are wrapped around him, cuddling Wonwoo close as his motions come to a stop, and then you just pant together, doing your best to catch your breaths.

You stroke his hair, releasing a deep sigh.

Wonwoo presses one last kiss to your throat before pulling away. “How do you feel?” he asks.

“Perfect.”

Wonwoo grins. “Me too.” 

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with a frown, you put a hand on your stomach, tracing circles on your skin in hope it might make a difference.

“i know everything,” wonwoo smiles, still focused on his game. “are you okay?”

“i’m not feeling so good” you reply, trying your best to be loud enough for him to hear you.

and he apparently does, since he lets his headphones rest on his shoulders as he slightly spins his chair to face you. with a worried look, wonwoo silently offers you to come sit on his lap like you often do, sometimes for no particular reason.

you’re quick to reply with a slight shake of your head, your face twisted in an uneasy expression. that’s how he knows you really aren’t feeling well, because you usually never decline this kind of offer.

“need some water? a pill? …me?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed after turning his computer off.

in lieu of an actual answer, you simply grab his t-shirt to pull him to bed, making him chuckle in surprise. and the sounds you hear next are more than familiar: him taking his glasses off, folding the arms and gently putting them on the nightstand.

your face is now inches apart from his chest, and you let out a content sigh as his reassuring smell envelops you in a tight hug.

“can i?” he whispers, his fingers slowly lifting the cloth of your t-shirt (well, his t-shirt actually).

you nod, and he lets his hand find its way to your stomach, careful as if you were made of glass. his palm covers much more surface than yours, especially when he starts to rub slow circles on your skin.

“this feels nice,” you hum, lulled by the steady lifts of his chest with every breath he takes. “i feel sleepy again.”

“good. try to get some rest baby, i’m not going anywhere,” he whispers again, kissing the crown of your head.

wonwoo had not always been one to openly express physical affection, which was okay with you. but the more nights you spent in his company, the more he offered to cuddle you to sleep. and it was often in the early hours of the morning, when you woke up with your limbs intertwined, that you realized just how much you meant to him.

“but what about your game?” you ask, looking up at him in an attempt to make out his features. “you were close to winning, weren’t you?”

hearing those words, wonwoo lifts his free hand to the side of your face, tracing a gentle line along your cheek. it that moment, it feels as if the room is filled with the warmth of his affection.

“i’m pretty sure i already won,” he replies, kissing the tip of your nose, an evident smile in his voice.

“Sumi was enough of a mess to live with, and she’s been my friend since I met her at the welcome-to-university day last year. Where am I going to find a nice, quiet roommate, who doesn’t bring her boyfriend over to bang every night or want to throw parties or leave the kitchen a mess-”

Wonwoo chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he watches your meltdown.

“If it’s not weird, I could move in with you,” he offers once your rant ends.

You stare at him.

Wonwoo’s been your best friend since grade school, and although the two of you are super close, you’d never considered a coed living situation with him. You know he’s a clean freak with a hint of ocd, it’s part of the reason he’s doing so well with his nursing classes- but, could you really live with him?

You’ve always found Wonwoo to be attractive, well, the attraction had grown in high school when the thin sweetheart had grown out a bit, his shoulders broadening and his baby fat disappearing with frequent stints at the gym. 

“Would you really do that?” you ask. “Move in with me?”

Wonwoo shrugs. “My lease is up on my one-bedroom. Your place is actually on campus, so I wouldn’t have to commute thirty minutes to and from school. We’re comfortable with each other, and we’ve been friends long enough to sort out any roommate growing pains. I think it could work out.”

He’s always so reasonable, so logical, and staring at this man, you realize he’s found the perfect solution to your problem, just as he always does.

“You know what, Wonwoo?” You let out a breath and find yourself smiling. “Let’s be roommates.”

One:

Before you’d moved in with Wonwoo, you two had been extremely close, but after a year and a half of living together, the only way you could be closer is if he was literally inside of you and fucking your brains out every day.

It’s because of this closeness, as well as his major, that you go to him when you begin to have stomach aches that persist for two weeks.

The nurse-to-be is sitting in the living room, reading through a textbook with a notepad to jot on when you approach.

“Hey, I’ve got a question for you,” you say, taking a seat next to him.

“What’s up?” he asks, immediately putting his studies to the side to focus on you.

“I’ve been having these stomach aches,” you sigh.

“Has your diet or water intake changed recently?”

“No.”

“So you’re eating properly and not resorting to a one hundred percent ramen-based diet like you did last final season?”

You laugh, pushing his knee. “No, I’m being good, I promise!”

He studies you carefully. “What kind of stomach pain?”

“Sometimes it’s sharp, and sometimes it’s like a dull ache.”

“Show me the location?”

Releasing a sigh, you bring your hand to your lower abdomen. “It’s kind of around here.”

Wonwoo looks down at the spot you’re indicating, then back up to you. “When was your last period?”

“Like… two weeks ago?”

“So you’re not due for one, which means it’s not period pains.”

“I know period pains,” you assure him, “and this is different.”

“Would you say it’s in a similar location to your usual period pains?”

You know his line of questioning immediately, and you let out a scoff. “I’m not pregnant, Wonwoo. We both know this is a celibate apartment since we’re married to our studies, and besides, I have an IUD.”

Wonwoo nods, and you can see the wheels in his mind turning. “How long have you had the IUD?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, a couple of years? Why is that relevant?”

“Well, I don’t know much about birth control, but I do know that sometimes IUDs or other birth control implants can… shift.”

Shift.

The word sounds so ominous, and you can’t help the mortified expression that crosses your face. “My IUD hasn’t shifted,” you insist. “That can’t be what’s happening.”

Wonwoo shrugs. “If you say so.”

Your mouth feels dry, and the idea that the tiny foreign birth control object inside of you has shifted makes you feel nauseous, so you’re impatient to change the subject.

“I’m sure it’s just anxiety or something,” you tell him, letting out a deep breath.

“Keep an eye on it, and let me know if the stomach pain persists. If you need me to take you to the on-campus hospital, I’m sure they’d figure it out for you. Give an ultrasound if they think it’s IUD-related, or offer alternative possibilities.” 

“I appreciate that, but I’m sure it’s nothing,” you insist. For someone who’s best friends with a nurse, you don’t like hospitals very much, and getting the IUD inserted had been a traumatic enough experience to deter you from anything gynecological until the timeline on your implant has ended. You’ve got a couple of years until you’ll need to get the bugger taken out, and nothing is going to inspire you to go check on it, especially not a recurring stomach ache. 

Two:

Wonwoo’s walking to a seminar with his classmate Yeji when you pop into his mind. It’s been a couple of days since you told him about your stomach aches, and he wants a female perspective on it.

He’s heard horror stories about IUDs and other forms of birth control, but Wonwoo’s man enough to admit he doesn’t know enough about the subject.

“Hey, Yeji?” Wonwoo asks.

“What’s up?” she responds, not looking up from her phone, where she’s looking over notes to prep for the seminar.

“So my roommate mentioned she’s been having cramps for a while-”

“Is she eating and drinking water okay?”

“Yeah, she’s good.”

“How about alcohol?”

“Neither of us are big drinkers,” Wonwoo admits.

“Okay, what about her period?”

Wonwoo loves how Yeji is asking all the questions he’d asked, it’s a sign he was doing the right line of enquiry. Wonwoo respects his classmate, and to know they have the same thought process is encouraging.

“She’s not due for it yet, not for another week or two.”

“Is she on birth control?”

“An IUD.”

Yeji looks up from her phone, and there’s a knowing twinkle in her eye, making Wonwoo chuckle.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I think we’re thinking the same thing.”

“It’s probably an IUD-related issue,” Yeji confirms. “Was the pain in her lower abdomen?”

“Uh huh.”

“Kind of like an ache, but sometimes sharp feelings too?”

“Yeah.”

“She has to check for her strings,” Yeji deduces.

There’s an immediate rush of embarrassment and heat to Wonwoo’s ears, and his voice cracks when he repeats, “Check for her strings?” 

“You know, reach up in there and see if she can feel them. That’s a good way to see if the IUD is in place without needing an ultrasound or a trip to the hospital.”

Wonwoo swallows thickly. He’s a nurse, and physical things like this shouldn’t affect him so much, but there’s something about the notion of you checking for your own strings-

Wonwoo wears glasses, but he’s not blind. He knows you’re a very gorgeous girl, and you’re sweet and smart to top it all off. He’s used to restricting himself, not allowing visions of you in compromising situations to pass through his mind’s eye, although this image is strictly medical, and he knows it shouldn’t stir something inside of him, but it does anyway, and a wave of shame passes over him as a result.

“I’ll uh,” Wonwoo coughs, “I’ll pass on the message to her.”

“It’s good to check your strings frequently,” Yeji continues, completely oblivious to Wonwoo’s discomfort. “If she has any sexual partners-”

“She’s single,” Wonwoo interjects, unable to help himself.

“Well, IUDs can be knocked out of place even without something poking at them, so you never know,” Yeji shrugs. 

God, Wonwoo had known there would be challenges that came with living with a member of the opposite sex, but he’d never imagined having to discuss female anatomy, birth control, and the checking of IUD strings. 

Three:

You’re sweating.

One foot is up on the bathtub, the other firmly on the ground, and you’re bent at an odd angle trying to reach inside of yourself to find some stupid IUD strings.

Wonwoo had come home and shyly told you that there’s an at-home way to check for IUD shifting, and you’d been less than enthusiastic about it- but more enthused about the idea of checking yourself than going to a clinic and having someone else do it for you.

This whole thing is awkward, and try as you might, you simply can’t feel any strings inside of you.

With a sigh of annoyance, you pull your fingers away, removing your foot from the tub so you can wash your hands.

Your heart is racing, panic and anxiety setting in- if the strings aren’t there, that means the IUD is misplaced, which means a gyno visit, which might actually be the end of the world for you right now.

You’re not ready to accept that fate, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Wonwoo?” you call, finding your best friend in the living room.

He looks as nervous as you feel, which is a foreign emotion on the generally stoic man’s face.

“Did you find them?” he asks. 

You shake your head.

“Well, what if we go to an urgent care clinic? Or set up an appointment with your doctor?” he suggests.

“My doctor is a man, and the clinics might have a male doctor, and they’d probably want to check on the spot without sending a referral to the place that put the IUD in, and- Well,” you can feel tears burning in your eyes, “I really don’t have the mental capacity to have a man I don’t know looking up inside me right now-”

“I could call Yeji-”

“I don’t even know Yeji,” you groan. “This whole thing is so fucking awkward.”

“So.. what are you going to do?”

“I hate to ask this…” correction, you can’t believe you’re about to ask this, “but… could you maybe… would you, uh… do you maybe want to help me check for the strings?” 

Wonwoo simply stares at you.

“Please?” 

He swallows thickly. “I’ll go get some surgical gloves.”

You’re doing this, and you’ve just got to suck it up. As awkward as the idea is of your childhood best friend fingering you to find some fucking IUD strings is, the notion of some random man at a hospital doing it is even worse.

While Wonwoo is getting gloves, you go to your room to change into a dress. That way, you’ll be covered, but there will still be easy access.

Once you’re dressed, you head to the bathroom, where you find Wonwoo waiting. There’s a bottle of lube on the sink, and it’s clear he’s slicked up his gloved fingers in preparation. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a walk-in?” he asks, and you can tell from the pink of his ears that he’s as awkward about this as you are. 

“Wonwoo, you’re just going to close your eyes, put your fingers into something, and see if strings poke you,” you tell him, letting out a deep breath. “It will be simple.” You’re trying to convince yourself, but it’s not working.

Now it’s Wonwoo’s turn to sigh. He kneels down on the floor, then actually closes his eyes.

“Can you guide my hand?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You swallow a lump in your throat, reaching to grab his wrist. Slowly, you bring his fingers between your thighs. “It’s uh, right here.”

The first contact of Wonwoo’s gloved digits on your core has you jolting, and your skin immediately heats with embarrassment.

“After this one, remind me to never get another IUD,” you groan.

“There are other methods,” he muses, his fingers gently slipping into you with aid from the lube. 

“I don’t want pills or an implant, or a shot, or one of those diva cup ring things,” you insist.

“Condoms are pretty dependable.”

“Yeah, if a man actually wants to wear one. Most guys are such crybabies about a bit of rubber that they’d rather put their girlfriend through humiliation of IUD insertion, or the trauma of pills that fuck up your emotions and body-”

You’re so busy ranting that you almost don’t notice Wonwoo’s fingers pushing deeper, but then he begins searching around, and he accidentally makes contact with your G-spot, which immediately makes you choke on your words.

“Sorry,” Wonwoo says softly. “Uh, tell me more about bad birth control?”

“Yeah, uh…” God, you can feel yourself sweating, and you can’t bring yourself to look down at Wonwoo, so you close your eyes, tilting your head back to focus on your female rage rather than your hot best friend inspecting your pussy for IUD strings. “The fact that men get sedation or whatever for vasectomies but women still have to get this shit inserted with no local anasthesia or anything, it’s barbaric and misogynistic, not to mention anti-woman.”

“That definitely sounds like a double standard,” Wonwoo agrees.

“If men had to endure the pain we do for an IUD male equivalent procedure, they’d for sure get full sedation and pain meds,” you declare.

“You’re probably right about that.”

“Wonwoo?”

“Yeah?”

“Please tell me you can feel the fucking strings.”

“No luck, yet. Sorry.”

You groan. “You uh… feel pretty deep in there.”

“I’ve got long fingers.”

“Yeah, that’s why I wanted you to do this.”

“If I’m being honest, I think we should call it. I can’t find any strings.”

“Just…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “One more minute.”

“If you say so.”

A bead of sweat rolls down your neck, your heart racing in your chest. 

Please find the strings. Please for the love of God-

“Wait, I think something just poked me!” Wonwoo tells you, and your eyes flash open.

“Is it the strings!?”

He pushes his fingers just a touch deeper, and after a moment, Wonwoo nods. “I think it’s the strings!”

“Thank God!” you practically scream. 

In response, Wonwoo tears his hand away from you, and you immediately cover yourself with your dress again.

Your best friend opens his eyes and looks up at you. “We found the strings, but I still think you should get a referral for a minimally invasive ultrasound just to make sure it’s in place where it should be.”

“Wonwoo, we’re going to celebrate the small wins,” you tell him. “And we are also never going to speak of this ever again to anyone, do you understand?”

He nods solemnly. “I have zero memory of anything that just took place.”

“Good boy.” 

Four:

As someone who’s entering the medical field, Wonwoo knows he’s not supposed to feel weird about the human body.

After all, a body is just a body. 

But… there’s something about the fact that he was just up and close with your body, and he feels ashamed that the whole situation is affecting him the way it is.

There shouldn’t be anything sexy about stomach aches and possible misplaced IUDs, and yet… Wonwoo feels flushed every time he thinks about it.

You’ve been best friends since you were both children, but it’s a far reach to say that Wonwoo has ever seen you as a sister. The two of you had been inseparable for your younger years, and when you’d both hit puberty, the dynamic had shifted somewhat.

Sure, you’ve both had significant others, and been supportive of each other in everything- but… Wonwoo can’t pretend he’s not attracted to you.

It’s something he’s always been able to push to the side, after all, he’d never jeopardize your connection for the chance of getting his rocks off. He’s not that kind of man, which is why this whole IUD situation has put him in such an uncomfortable position.

It’s been two days since he checked your strings, and things have felt different. The two of you don’t know how to be around each other now, and that’s evident by the way you both stutter and give each other a wide berth in the kitchen at dinner time.

Wonwoo can feel his skin getting warm as he steps back to give you space to move to the fridge, and he swallows the lump in his throat, uncomfortably adjusting his glasses.

“I feel like maybe we both need a drink,” you say with a deep sigh.

The two of you are not big on alcohol, but there’s a mixed spirit drink bottle in the top cupboard for extreme situations, and this definitely feels like the right time for it.

Wonwoo helps you pour the liquid into two large glasses, and with an awkward smile, you clink your cup to his own before taking a sip.

“Let’s watch something,” you suggest next, and the two of you go to the living room.

You’re both interested in Netflix documentaries, and you find one that looks interesting. It’s something to get your mind off of things, but as Wonwoo continues to drink, his thoughts start to wander.

As a non-drinker, Wonwoo’s tolerance is substantially lower than he’d like it to be, and he can feel his skin heating. His mind feels fuzzy now, and his gaze keeps slipping over to you.

The two of you can’t live this way.

You just can’t.

Things can’t be this awkward forever, and if there was ever a time to tell you he’s into you as more than a friend, it would be now.

One episode of the documentary finishes, and as the screen cuts to credits, Wonwoo lets out an extremely deep breath.

“I need to tell you something,” he states.

“God.” You immediately hide your face, nearly knocking over your drink in the process. “What is it?”

“I don’t want things to be awkward between us because I had to help you find your IUD strings,” Wonwoo says first. 

“Well, there’s not much we can do about it, can we?”

“I like you.”

“Huh?” You look over at him with confusion.

“This might make it more awkward if you don’t feel the same way,” Wonwoo admits, his mouth getting dry. “But… I like you a lot, and… helping you with that whole thing… well, it doesn’t make me see you any differently. In fact, uh… maybe kind of the opposite.”

Wonwoo can’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth.

Did he just admit that being gloved and two fingers deep in your pussy made him even more into you?

Yes. Yes, he did. 

“I think maybe it’s time for bed,” you tell him, and his heart sinks in his chest.

“Okay. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, we can talk about it in the morning.” 

The two of you stand up after turning the TV off, and Wonwoo doesn’t even know if he should look at you.

Then, surprisingly, you step forward, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his cheek. “Get some sleep,” you tell him.

He stands there in shock as you head to your room, offering him an awkward smile as you close the door behind you.

Wonwoo continues to just exist blankly, unmoving in the living room for a solid five minutes before he’s able to shake himself out of things. 

He doesn’t know what the future might bring, but the future is best brought sober. 

Five: 

You’re sitting in the kitchen when Wonwoo comes out of his room. 

Neither of you have classes today, and you’re kind of happy about that, because Wonwoo looks disheveled in a way you’ve never seen him look before.

His glasses are askew, his hair is a curly mess, his eyes have bags under them like he’s hardly slept-

“You okay?” you ask immediately.

Wonwoo lets out a deep breath. “Sorry about last night. I said some things I shouldn’t have, and I probably hurt our friendship-”

“It’s fine,” you assure him.

“No, it’s not. I stepped over a boundary-”

“Wonwoo,” you say his name firmly, grabbing his attention. “You didn’t mess things up. You told me you like me, and I wanted to say it back, but you were drunk, and I thought it would be best to tell you when you were sober, or at least… hungover or something.”

Wonwoo blinks at you. His lips part, but he’s not able to speak for a few moments. “You like me too?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Like… as more than a friend?”

“I mean, you and I have been inseparable since we were kids. I’ve always had a crush on you, Wonwoo, but I pushed it aside for our friendship.”

“So did I.”

“Who knew all it would take was an IUD and a very awkward situation of trying to find us for us to admit this sort of thing?” You let out a small laugh, and Wonwoo joins in with you, which eases your anxieties.

“So…” He swallows thickly. “What now?”

“We could just watch movies and hang out today, you know, like a lazy Sunday date.”

“But we watch movies and hang out all the time, shouldn’t I… I don’t know, take you out for brunch or something?” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I was thinking, while watching our show, we could cuddle, which isn’t something we’ve ever done.”

“I think I would like that,” Wonwoo admits.

“How about you go find us a new show, and I’ll make you some ramen. It looks like you need some food.”

Wonwoo nods, moving to the living room while you get water boiling for the noodles.

You’re trying to hide it, but you feel jittery. At the same time, the awkward atmosphere has shifted. Things feel a touch back to normal, but amplified in a way. No longer are you just making food for your roommate; you’re making food for a man who likes you the way you like him.

Suddenly, things feel domestic in a way they’ve never felt before, and that sensation brings you joy as you prepare the ramen and join Wonwoo in the living room.

The two of you agree on a show, and in the first fifteen minutes, Wonwoo slowly eats and sips on water.

Once he’s finished, he sets the bowl to the side. 

“So… do you want to move closer?” he asks.

Your heart is racing as you snuggle up to his side, and Wonwoo’s arm goes around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You release a deep sigh, already very comfortable, and it’s in this position that you spend most of the day.

The whole documentary miniseries you’re watching comes to a conclusion, and you shift. You sit back up to stretch, and Wonwoo watches you.

When you let out a sigh and allow your arms to rest by your sides again, Wonwoo finally asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart lurches into your throat, and you swallow it back down.

“Yeah.”

He leans forward, and you mirror the motion.

You stare at your best friend, admiring all the little things about his handsome face.

He cups your cheek, thumb stroking your skin.

The moment feels suspended in time. It feels fast, yet slow, all at once, and then, Wonwoo closes the distance.

His mouth meets yours, hesitantly at first, but when you lean forward, grabbing his shoulders, he relaxes a little.

Neither of you are dreaming this up; it’s real.

You’re kissing your best friend, and fuck, it feels so good.

You love how gentle Wonwoo is, how it’s not immediate intensity. He’s soft, and his motions are tentative, as if he’s trying to figure you out.

Meanwhile, a need is growing inside of you, so you’re the one to take things to the next step. You open your mouth, licking Wonwoo’s lip, and he mirrors you.

A soft moan escapes you, and you shift closer, wanting to be pressed to him, wanting to feel his heart as it races alongside your own.

Things are getting heated fast, and soon, you’re crawling on top of him, straddling his hips on your living room couch.

Wonwoo’s hands stay in a respectable place on your hips, but it’s simply not enough for you anymore.

You reach down, guiding his grip to your bum.

Wonwoo groans beneath you, breaking the kiss to look up at you. “Should we take a minute?”

“Why?”

Wonwoo blushes. “Well, uh…”

That’s when you feel something pressing against your core, and you realize your grinding has caused him to get hard. Your pussy flutters, and you swallow thickly. “Do you really want to stop?”

“Well, I mean… you’ve been having stomach pains. Your IUD might be in the wrong place-”

“You felt the strings, that means it’s there.”

“What if it’s not working?”

“I read online that as long as it’s in me still, it’s likely working.”

“Do you want to risk it?”

You swallow thickly. “I want you.”

“What if this messes things up?”

“It won’t,” you tell him.

“How can you be so sure?”

Wonwoo’s looking at you with such pure eyes, and your heart melts for him. “I just know.”

You can see the moment he gives in. 

You’re both putting your friendship on the line, but if there’s one man in the world who you know would never hurt you, it’s Wonwoo.

Slowly, you press your lips to his again.

The momentum is like it was the first time, a gentle, gradual build, and you’re doing your best not to start grinding on him again.

Your body wants one thing, but your mind knows you have to take this slow.

Wonwoo’s a thoughtful man. He’s a thinker. And thoughts don’t easily slip from his head. You don’t want to scare him away, so you meet his pace, allowing him to be the one who instigates progression.

His hand begins to grip your bum again, and you release a moan, kissing him deeper.

Your fingers thread through his hair, gently tugging to earn your own sounds of pleasure.

God, Wonwoo’s so sexy. Your entire body is humming with energy as you make out like teenagers on your living room couch.

You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, and soon, Wonwoo seems to break too.

He pulls away from the kiss, letting out a groan. “Do you want to go to my room?”

“Okay.”

You’re breathing heavily as you stand up, and you let Wonwoo lead you to his room. Once you’re there, it’s as if the unknowing comes to the surface again. You and Wonwoo look at each other, two people in a room you’ve been in a hundred times, but this time, everything is different.

It’s like starting from ground zero again, both of you tentatively connecting, lips meeting. His hands are on your hips, and the two of you slowly move toward the bed. 

You grab the bottom of his shirt, and Wonwoo breaks the kiss to allow you to remove it.

God, his body is so perfect. It’s lean but muscled, and even with his heavy nursing workload, he always finds time to go to the gym.

You remove your hoodie next, revealing the lacy bralette beneath.

Wonwoo swallows thickly, his eyes flicking up to meet your own. His ears are turning pink, and you know he’s shy about checking you out, but unfortunately for him, he’s just going to have to get used to it.

You grab his hand, pulling him to the bed, where you sit down first, looking up at him. 

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask.

“Of course.”

“This might be a little awkward for both of us, first times always are,” you note, “but, I think we were always meant to be together, and after this, things will be a lot easier.”

Wonwoo is quiet for a moment, but then he nods. “I agree with that.” 

“Try to get out of your own head for a minute, okay?”

“Okay.”

You stroke his hand, and then you guide it to your breast, prompting him to squeeze you gently.

A soft groan escapes your lips. “Feels good.”

Wonwoo swallows thickly, bringing both hands to your breasts so he can massage you through your bralette.

He continues this for a minute before you get too horny, and you reach behind your back to remove the last piece of fabric blocking him from direct contact with your chest.

As the material slips off, Wonwoo takes a sharp breath.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, guiding his hands back. “I like this.”

His thumb brushes over your nipple, and you shiver, core pulsing with interest. 

“Here,” you offer, “come sit against the headboard.”

Wonwoo does as you tell him, no questions asked, and once he’s situated, you straddle him like you did on the couch.

Your lips meet, and the kiss is filled with passion. His hands are on your hips, but you grab them, guiding him to your breasts again.

It feels so good to be kissing your best friend while he massages your chest, and you begin to grind down against him, eliciting moans from both of you. 

You’re overwhelmed in the best possible way, and you break the kiss, which prompts Wonwoo to kiss your throat, then down to your collar bones- soon, he has your nipple in his mouth, and your whole body lights up with the sensation.

You thread your fingers through his hair, keeping his face pressed against your boobs, a silent plea for him to continue.

Your hips are still swiveling, and you can feel Wonwoo getting harder and harder with each passing second.

Soon, you can’t take it anymore, and you stop. “Let’s get naked.”

“Yeah.”

You get off Wonwoo, standing so you can remove the last of your clothes. He does the same, and then he reaches for his bedside table, removing a condom package and a bottle of lube.

“Condom?” you ask.

“We’re not a hundred percent sure about your IUD yet, and I don’t want to risk anything,” Wonwoo muses.

You decide that if you try to have sex without protection, he’s just going to be in his head, so you promise yourself to get a clean bill of health from your doctor (with perhaps the help of an ultrasound machine), and then you can enjoy the raw feeling of your best friend.

Wonwoo joins you on the bed again, but the condom is still on the side table. It’s clear he wants a bit more foreplay, so you wrap your legs around his hips and draw him close, lips crashing against his own.

The two of you continue to make out, your whole body on fire. One of his hands is still massaging your breast, but then it begins to descend. He rubs your clit, and you whimper, shifting below him for better access.

“Been thinking about fingering you,” he admits.

“Got a taste and you couldn’t forget it, huh?” you tease. “Me neither.”

“Yeah?” He slips two digits into your soaked core. 

“Your fingers are just so long, and they fit perfectly. You hit the perfect spot-” you whimper when he touches the exact location you were just talking about. “Fuck, someone’s a fast learner.”

“I noticed how you reacted last time. It wasn’t the time or place then, but I promised to utilize it later if I ever got the chance,” Wonwoo breathes, stroking your g-spot expertly.

Your eyes close, and you give in to the pleasure, whimpering and desperately clutching his shoulders. 

Wonwoo’s lips move to your throat, and he worships you, making your mind go blank and your legs numb. God, he’s good with his fingers, repeatedly hitting your G-spot while his palm rubs your clit-

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, feeling your release bubbling already. Foreplay and longing have contributed to a fast unraveling, and Wonwoo just knows what you like. Sure, this is a first time for you both, but he knows enough about you to infer things, and your vocal nature edges him on as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

You’re getting louder and louder, and soon, you’re belting out, “I’m gonna cum!”

Wonwoo finger fucks you even faster, and you explode like a firework. Sparks of jittery energy combust through you, taking over your entire body as Wonwoo pleasures you.

You gasp loudly, and Wonwoo helps you ride out the orgasm with unwavering dedication.

His kisses are a constant on your throat, and he works you through it until your core stops pulsing around his fingers.

Then, Wonwoo removes them.

You’re shocked to open your eyes and see your neat freak best friend lick his digits clean, and your core throbs at the sight.

His cock is completely erect, and it looks beautiful. It’s long, but still thick enough to be balanced, if you can describe a penis as balanced, that is.

Wonwoo reaches for the condom package, and you watch, breathless, as he slides the rubber on.

“You still want this?” he asks.

“More than anything,” you confirm, opening your arms to prompt him to come closer again.

“Do you want me to use lube?” he asks.

“I’m wet enough and we both know it.”

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he assures you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

God, you love this man.

You’ve loved him for years, and you can tell in this moment that you’re very much at risk of being in love with him within the week. 

You draw his lips to yours as he adjusts his cock to your core, rubbing the tip between your soaked pussy lips.

Wonwoo is slow about pushing into you, giving your body time to adjust.

You haven’t had sex in a while, so it’s definitely a jump from fingers to cock, and you groan into the kiss as he sheathes himself.

Once his hips are flush to your own, your mouths separate so you can both moan at the sensation. Wonwoo swallows thickly. “Should I move?”

“Yeah,” you nod, eagerly awaiting what’s to come. “Feels good already.”

Wonwoo takes a breath as he begins to thrust, it’s shallow and slow at first, but the pleasure is so great that you find yourself grabbing his shoulders.

Your head falls back against the pillows, eyes closing to enjoy everything Wonwoo is giving you.

As his pace accelerates, he draws your lips to his own again, and you kiss him desperately as he fucks you.

One particularly deep thrust has you squeaking, and Wonwoo pauses, breaking the kiss. “I can definitely feel your strings.”

“What?”

“The IUD, I felt them.”

“Like… on your cock?”

Wonwoo laughs. “Yeah.”

“Is that normal?”

Wonwoo shrugs. “I don’t know much about it. But if my fingers could reach them, I guess we shouldn’t be surprised my dick can.”

When you’d gotten an IUD, you hadn’t known any of this stuff. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really, it was just a feeling.” Wonwoo begins to thrust again, but you can tell he’s keeping it shallower.

If he were to go deeper, you get the sense he’s afraid he might mess up your wonky IUD even more, and while part of you wants him to let go and just decimate you, you respect that he’s being careful. 

His lips meet yours again, and the kiss distracts you from all things IUD. 

Each thrust is like heaven, and your core is so soaked that every movement is easy.

You’re whimpering more and more, and Wonwoo’s returning your sounds with noises of his own. 

Sex hadn’t felt this good all those months ago when you had it last, had it? 

No, you think the pleasure is because you’re having sex with Wonwoo, and your whole body warms at the notion.

“You feel so good,” Wonwoo groans, his lips moving to your throat. You love the sensation of his hot breath on your skin, and you thread your fingers through his hair to keep him close.

“Sounds…” you swallow thickly, “sounds like you’re close.”

“Yeah, maybe I need to slow down,” Wonwoo admits.

“It’s okay, neither of us has done this in a long time,” you remind him.

“I don’t want to be a three pump chump.”

You never thought you’d hear that phrase coming from Wonwoo of all people, and it makes you giggle. “You’re not a three pump chump,” you assure him. 

“You’re not going to be disappointed?” he asks.

“We can always do this again in twenty minutes or something,” you point out.

“I guess that’s true,” Wonwoo laughs. “I just want to make sure you’re… satisfied.”

“I’ve cum once already, which is more than I can say for the last guy I was dating, so… I think you’re off to a good start.”

Wonwoo lets out a sigh. He never liked your ex. 

“Okay,” he says finally. Then he kisses you again, beginning to move.

He’s found the perfect amount of depth. It’s deep, but not so deep that he’s hitting your strings or making you uncomfortable.

You give in to the feeling again, forgetting your little interlude as you’re taken over by pleasure once again.

Wonwoo’s fingers thread with yours, and he begins to moan again, getting close to the edge while pleasure builds within you, too.

“I think I can cum soon,” you tell him between kisses. 

Wonwoo doesn’t respond, but his free hand moves between your bodies, and he begins to rub your clit, causing jolts of pleasure to erupt through you again. 

You moan desperately, muscles tightening with each pass of his fingers, combined with his cock working your insides. 

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, gripping the feeling and refusing to let go as it builds-

Wonwoo lets out another groan, and the sound is so sexy it makes your insides twist into knots-

One more rub of his fingers on your clit has you exploding. Your core clamps down on him like a vice, a strangled gasp escaping you as the fireworks return, sparkling through you.

Wonwoo shivers, fucking you even harder, and a moment later, he lets out his own sound of pleasure. His thrusts falter, and although you can’t feel him filling your insides since he’s filling a condom, you can tell from the pulsing of his cock that he’s cumming too.

Your fingers thread through his hair, and you draw him close, both of you panting in the throes of passion. 

His movements stop, and you both just stay still for a few moments, trying to regain composure after two explosive orgasms.

Wonwoo swallows thickly, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

Then, he pulls out of you. There’s no mess of cum, no need to clean anything up, so once he’s gone to the bathroom to discard his condom, he returns and collapses into bed with you.

You immediately cuddle up next to his side, releasing a sigh of relief as his arms wrap around you.

For the first time, you can tell Wonwoo’s not thinking about anything, that he’s fully in the moment with you. He looks peaceful, and it makes your heart sing.

Who knew all it would take was an extremely awkward interaction over IUD strings to bring the two of you together like this?

He’s your person, he always has been, and he always will be.

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You and Wonwoo have been together for four years now, married for one, and life is complete bliss.

Sure, things can be difficult; after all, he’s now a full nurse, and hospital hours can be hectic. But outside of general life ups and downs, your relationship is as solid as it ever has been.

About a month ago, you’d gotten your IUD taken out. It was horribly uncomfortable to get the device removed, but it was almost comical to see the tiny little ‘T’ contraption that had kick-started the most important romantic relationship of your life. You were glad to see the little bugger go, and it’s absence now signifies the start of a new chapter for you and Wonwoo.

In the year you have been married, the two of you have slaved over finances and life planning, and now that your birth control has been removed, your doctor has given you the go-ahead to start trying for a baby.

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It helped that a senior IT specialist sat right across from your cubicle.

Jeon Wonwoo wasn’t the most talkative cubicle buddy, nor was he the most pleasant. He did his best to give you a smile every once in a while, but he had to fight the urge to throw his head in his hands whenever you send him a message on Slack. You didn’t typically need help with anything, except in the area of tech. You were so organized and incredibly smart – it didn’t take an idiot to see that – but god forbid, sometimes … you could be so technologically averse.

Maybe he just had too many years of schooling under his belt – he was 28 now with both a Bachelors and Masters in Software Engineering – but you surprised him with some of your requests. Sometimes, you’d delete files by accident, need to renew your subscription to important apps, even locked yourself out of your own computer once. He had interns underneath him that could be available to help you, but you had consistently messaged him. And he sat directly across from you. No matter what, it was always going to be Wonwoo that had to help you. Fate had made sure of that.

There were times that you realized you were bothering him. Either you heard him curse from behind his extremely large monitor or he adjusted his glasses so much that you thought he might break them in half. And to be honest, you liked being in control of your own work, so you’d try to find a solution. Typically, solving your own tech problems left your computer in more disarray.

And there was Wonwoo to save the day yet again.

You [10:58 AM]: Morning, Wonwoo!

You [10:58 AM]: I screwed up

You [10:59 AM]: Boss sent me some documents that were password protected, but he’s away for the next two days and not answering his phone

You [10:59 AM]: So I might’ve downloaded some software to help me unlock it and I think it’s attempting to hack my email as we speak

You [11:01 AM]: I’m so so sorry! I didn’t want to bother you

Jeon Wonwoo [11:01 AM]: I’ll be right over.

Luckily for you, Wonwoo was able to fix the problem and stop your email from getting hacked. Whoever was the owner of that virus-filled program you tried to download didn’t gain access to those password-protected documents before Wonwoo secured your computer. But it was close. Too close.

Not only that, but he had a multitude of other projects today. He had to train two new interns … have one of those annual performance reviews with the head of IT … change over a dozen new passwords for people … and then he found out that they’re changing servers. Which meant everything backed up on their former server had to be transferred over to the new one. Fucking great.

He wasn’t sure how many times he sighed today, but it had to be over a hundred. When he couldn’t stand to be sitting anymore, he stood up and paced around the third floor of the building. Today felt like the longest day of his life. And there was a mustard stain on his green sweater vest. And he got a shitty haircut a few days ago. And he probably needed new glasses because he was getting headaches. 

It was time for a coffee. As well as a day off.

Coincidentally, you were also headed to the break room that afternoon in need of a green tea. You were about to walk in when you heard your cubicle mate letting out a frustrated breath while talking to another IT specialist. He was clearly fed up about something, or maybe just tired of this day. You hid next to the doorframe, and just when you thought it was safe to step out, you heard your name fall from his lips.

“I don’t understand how she does it,” Wonwoo complained, hands smacking against his sides. “Seriously, it’s mind boggling. I’m pretty sure she has her Masters in Business Administration, but she does this shit that just makes me … Oh my god, she literally tried to download some faulty software off the internet today, instead of just asking me or someone else for help.” 

“Oh, yeah, everyone wants to turn to you when you got that attitude, man,” someone – Lee Seokmin, maybe? – joked.

“You get what a mean.” Wonwoo watched the first couple drips of shitty office coffee fill his cup. “I was able to save her computer, yeah, but it would be nice to avoid an emergency for a day.”

Seokmin slapped him on the back. “The joys of working in IT.”

You huffed, stalking away from the break room and back to your desk. There was only so much office gossip you could take, especially when it involved you. As soon as you sat down, you finished typing up an email at the loudest volume possible, your fingers basically punching themselves into the keys. You heard Wonwoo slide back into his desk chair, the fresh smell of burnt coffee wafting across to you, and he didn’t say a thing. Not that he would ever know you had eavesdropped. But not a “hello” or “how has computer been after this morning?” He went back to work, burning his tongue on the overly hot liquid.

Maybe Wonwoo was right; maybe you did need to just stop overthinking and ask for help instead of figuring stuff out on your own. Or maybe this asshole needed an attitude check.

You decided to not bother him for the rest of the week, complaining to your friends that Friday night about your shithead of a coworker. They said he might be looking out for you in his own fucked up way. You said he might just be an asshole.

Come Monday morning, you had realized your ignoring hadn’t effected him at all. He still sent you the same small smile as he walked in and sat down across from you. Could he really not see how pissed you are, or had the facade you’d crafted for so long as the perfect corporate employee work too well?

You should just be upfront with him, take control of the situation. Like always. 

You [9:44 AM]: I heard you in the break room a few days ago.

You [9:44 AM]: I just didn’t want to bother you. That’s why I had tried to figure out the issue on my own. Didn’t realize that was a crime

Jeon Wonwoo [9:46 AM]: Crap.

Jeon Wonwoo [9:46 AM]: You weren’t supposed to hear that.

You [9:47 AM]: Well, I did

Jeon Wonwoo [9:50 AM]: Listen.

Jeon Wonwoo [9:50 AM]: Not that it excuses anything, but there’s so much going on at work. It wasn’t all about you. I was complaining just to complain and I didn’t mean any of it.

Jeon Wonwoo [9:50 AM]: I’m sorry.

You [9:51 AM]: Wow

Jeon Wonwoo [9:51 AM]: What?

You [9:51 AM]: You’ve never come across as someone who can apologize well

Jeon Wonwoo [9:52 AM]: Are you sure you aren’t projecting right now? We sit across from each other. I’ve seen how stubborn you are.

You [9:53 AM]: I thought you were apologizing to me????

Jeon Wonwoo [9:56 AM]: I’m sorry. Again.

You [10:01 AM]: Okay, you’re forgiven

Jeon Wonwoo [10:09 AM]: Can I make it up to you with a coffee?

You didn’t go out on dates. The last one you went on was … years ago, probably in undergrad. Once you go for your Masters, all energy to date goes out the window.

Not that this was a date. This certainly was not a date.

This was an apology coffee after work, since the two of you seemed to have an affinity for caffeine at late hours.

Even if, per chance, he thought this was a date … you’d eventually have to let him down easy. It probably wasn’t in your best interest to date someone like Jeon Wonwoo, but you’d also closed yourself off from love for far too long. It wasn’t that you didn’t get lonely – you did, very much, especially on late nights where it was just you and your favorite vibrator – but it was just … scary. Opening yourself up. Losing just a small semblance of control. You weren’t even sure you could physically allow yourself to do that after being alone for so long. 

Your heart had been tucked away so many years ago, locked inside a box, and then in another box, and so on. With the final lock being so complicated that only someone who knew the last four of your social security number could answer. No one was opening up that box. Your heart was safe from the outside world.

You were independent, reliant on only yourself, and you liked it that way.

Once he had gotten both your coffees, he sat down next to you at a hightop table, folding his winter coat over the back of his chair. He had managed to remember your latte order and it tasted perfect. Your eyes flitted up, ogling him for a moment. When you’re not under the fluorescent lights of the office, Wonwoo was … attractive. To say the least. Maybe he always had been and you were too blind to see it. Maybe his face was perpetually hidden by his monitor.

His hair was tousled in the way that it looked effortless, even if he hadn’t brushed it after rolling out of bed. He had a tendency to wear sweater vests with white t-shirts underneath, or button-downs with jeans. But it was only when he showed off his forearms that you realized he was surprisingly built underneath his oversized clothes. He was tall and his shoulders were broad. You liked his glasses too; they always sat on the edge of his nose. A thin line was etched into both lenses, suggesting age, but they framed his face well.

Yeah, you thought to yourself, he is handsome.

“Why are you staring at me?” He asked, knocking you out of your stupor.

You blinked and looked down at your coffee, removing the lid. “Oh, I … uh … good question.”

“Listen,” he started, eyes flickering to his hands, “I’m really sorry about what I said –”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

“– And I understand if you want to go to HR about this –”

You shook your head. “Wait, what? Why would I do that?”

He glanced around, until finally, his eyes were on you again. And suddenly, you were wondering if his eyes were dark brown or the color of cinnamon. “Isn’t that what any rational person would do?”

He had you stumped there. If this were a different situation … you probably would do that. “I’m not going to tell HR about this, Wonwoo. You apologized and said you didn’t mean it. I have to trust that.” And you didn’t trust lightly – hardly at all – but something about Wonwoo made you feel like it could be easy with him.

“We all have shit days,” you added, taking a sip of the scalding hot latte. “You have a ton of stuff on your plate. Doesn’t give you an excuse for what you did, but we all say things in the heat of the moment that we don’t mean. I have so many things to organize throughout the day, and sometimes it gets the better of me. Remember when I had book that last minute trip for our CEO and I was on the phone for hours with Delta and Suzanne in finance had the nerve to start bothering me about some invoice? I lost it on her for a straight minute.”

“Oh, my god, yeah,” he chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose as the memory resurfaced. “Her eyes almost came out of her skull at your reaction. To be fair … Suzanne needs to be knocked down a peg sometimes. She always blames IT when she can’t get into her email, but it’s because she’s constantly typing her password with one letter off.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. Your hand hit the tabletop a few times as you let your workplace personality fade in front of your coworker. “Those new IT interns don’t know what’s coming once Suzanne comes for them,” you joked.

“The IT interns don’t know anything. Period.” He jabbed his finger onto the table. “I mean, they’re interns, but it takes so much time to train them. If I have to teach them JavaScript one more time …”

“Say it, Jeon Wonwoo,” you egged him on, a chuckle filtering at the end. “What will happen if you have to teach those good for nothing interns JavaScript?”

A slow smile made it’s way onto Wonwoo’s face, and … damn, you were actually a really cool person. “Well,” he cleared his throat, “I’ll tell you what will happen …”

Jeon Wonwoo [12:13 PM]: Did you bring lunch today?

Jeon Wonwoo [12:13 PM]: I just found this new cafe down the street and was thinking about grabbing something there in a few. Did you wanna come?

You [12:14 PM]: Do you think they have a chicken salad sandwich on the menu

Jeon Wonwoo [12:15 PM]: I can only assume so?

You [12:15 PM]: SOLD

You both go out for more coffees, before and after work. You found yourself excited to wake up early, to meet up with Wonwoo at the coffee shop located in the lobby of your work building. Always getting there before him, you typically ordered two coffees – remembering his order to a T – and when he walked in five minutes late, he promised to buy the next round. You never let him.

You began planning lunches over Slack, discussing what was on special at that cafe he found last month. In fact, you two talked most of the day on Slack. A message from you had once gotten on his nerves, and now … he was eager for it. Eager to hear your thoughts throughout the day, excited to talk about what new dumb question an intern asked him today or to see more pictures of your grandma’s cats.

And Wonwoo … Wonwoo was easier to get along with than you thought. You just had to peel back the layers before he finally got comfortable, and honestly, you could relate. To be fair, you had a few more layers than he did, but he was slowly learning that you were more than what he perceived. After that first coffee, he realized how funny you were, and then a couple lunches later, he learned you were an avid romance and thriller reader – and nothing in between. It wasn’t until last week that he finally cracked you open enough to learn about your love for Elder Scrolls Online. He was sure you were joking at first, but when you clarified how serious you were, he almost fell off his chair.

“I’m not shocked that you play it,” he said over coffee one morning. “What I’m shocked at is that you’d rather play Elder Scrolls Online and not Skyrim.”

“Of course, you would say that,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “I don’t really have an interest in the game universe. I started playing Elder Scrolls Online to relieve stress while applying to colleges, and then I just … didn’t stop.” You shrugged.

Much to his own surprise – even with your take on Skyrim – Wonwoo thoroughly enjoyed your company. It was insane that you both had spent almost two years sitting across from each other before realizing how much you liked each other. Words always left unsaid. Eyes staying glued to computers. It had been a routine for you both that you had never strayed from – until now. So many tech requests over Slack … and now he was actively looking forward to work everyday. To seeing you. To talking with you. 

You.

Jeon Wonwoo realized how much he liked stockings. Specifically, he liked the way you looked in them.

And that’s when things got dangerous.

He started to notice the days you would wear them, and then concluded which day you did laundry. You liked wearing blouses with a pencil skirt and stockings on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Those were now his favorite days. 

Wednesdays you’d wear dress pants and maybe a sweater, whereas on “Casual Fridays,” you were clad in a t-shirt with a cardigan layered and jeans. You always looked nice at the office, but those stocking days … they were getting to him.

Sometimes, he’d watch the way you walked away from your desk – either to the Boss’ office or to the finance department – and he couldn’t help but let his eyes trail down your legs. You had these stockings that had a slight tear in the back, and he wondered if you realized, or was he just too much of a perverted loser to be the first person to notice? He wanted to purchase a new pair for you. He wanted to replace all your stockings and buy you enough that you could wear them with a skirt everyday, just so he could see you in them.

Maybe he was a loser.

You looked up at him, even in heels, and you had this way of smiling at him that left him questioning why you liked hanging out with him in the first place. His personality couldn’t be that charming to warrant your attention. But you were warm – even when your hands were perpetually cold – and kind, never straying once he was in front of you. And you had this lip gloss that stained your lips magenta and made them shine. Even in the dim fluorescent lights. When his chair turned just slightly and he let his eyes glaze over you, one finger rubbing at his top lip, he couldn’t help but be curious if the gloss had a flavor to it … and then, he’d get distracted by your legs again. And your blouse, and your hair. 

Don’t even get him started on the way you smelled.

Maybe he was a loser. No, he was most definitely a loser. 

It was a Thursday night. Almost 7 PM and you were still at the office. You had plans to go out tonight to celebrate your friend’s new job, but you ended up having to cancel when the Boss placed a stack of paperwork on your desk before leaving the building at promptly 6 o’clock. Why he couldn’t have given you all these invoices and memos hours ago was beyond you, but you weren’t even halfway through this stack and the janitor was now mopping beside you.

When a Slack notification appeared on the side of your monitor, you didn’t even read it before spinning around in your chair. There Wonwoo was, leaning back in his own chair while a progress window ticked on one of his dual monitors. You raised a brow. “I didn’t even hear you over there,” you commented. “Why are you still here?”

“A month or so ago, the IT head told me that we’d soon be transitioning servers, so all of our backups and data need to be transferred over to this new server.” He explained, adjusting his glasses and glancing over at the progress window. It changed from 23% to 24% finished. “Someone had to be the lucky person to stay after hours and make sure it all went smoothly.”

You twirled a pen in your two fingers and crossed your legs. “Oh, that sucks.” Your skirt hiked up a little, and just that small flash of exposed skin had Wonwoo averting his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m assuming you’re still here because of that.” He nodded towards the pile of paper.

“No, no, obviously I love being here after hours with you,” you replied, sarcasm dripping from your tone, but it still ignited a short spark of hope within him. (Wonwoo, can you chill the fuck out? He chastised.) “You know the Boss has a penchant for letting invoices pile up. He just so happened to let that pile end up on my desk before he left today. And some of these needed to be filled out …” Your eyes skimmed the first paper on your desk. “Oh, yesterday!”

Wonwoo offered to help you while also keeping watch of his computer – 28% finished – but you insisted you could handle it. “I already bother you enough during work hours,” you said before turning back to your desk. He knew by now that you were simply too stubborn to give up control of the project. Once you had started it yourself, you needed to see it through. He wasn’t sure if you two were close enough that he could be completely honest, that he could tell you that it was fine to let go this independence that you kept on a tight leash. He was willing to help. (God, was he willing.) 

But he chocked it up to telling you once that you were “so fucking stubborn.”

Your reply had come in the form of a swift kick to his knee.

Wonwoo glanced at his monitor. 67% finished.

It was 10 PM and you were just about finished with the paperwork, but you were running on fumes. Just a few memos left and you’d be done. To get you through the next hour, you needed something. So you headed to the break room, suddenly craving some burnt workplace coffee. (What was it about this coffee maker that gave it such a distinct burnt flavor? You’d never know.) After placing the pod of coffee grounds in the slot and filling the water, you pressed the start button, turning around with a huff to see Wonwoo striding into the break room. A crushed, styrofoam coffee cup was clutched in his large hand before he tossed it in the barrel beside you. 

“How’s your transfer going?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Coffee had started to pour from the machine and into your cup.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s at 88% now. Hopefully should be done in the next hour.”

“Me too, if all goes well.” A sigh escaped your lips. “I still have a few more papers to fill out. Shouldn’t take me more than an hour, but I haven’t looked through them all yet.”

Wonwoo stepped forward, reaching in the direction of the styrofoam cups. “If you had let me help you –”

You tried sidestepping out of the way to give him some room, but his hand brushed against your arm anyway. Your chin tilted up as your eyes met his, back pressing against the counter. “It wouldn’t have helped,” you finished for him.

His arm paused mid-air, and he looked down at you. Eyes narrowing, he replied, “You’re one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met. You have this desperate need to be in control of everything.”

“And why is that a bad thing?” Your tone took a hard edge. The last thing you wanted right now was to put effort into arguing, but you were tired and already on the edge of a breakdown. “I’ve relied on myself for as long as I can remember. I like being in control. I like being stubborn. If I didn’t do most things myself –”

“You ask me to fix something on your computer at least once a day.”

“That’s different.”

“You’re right,” he agreed, and you noticed then just how close he was. Your chests were practically touching. “Sometimes you do try to figure things out yourself and almost break your hard drive.”

His progress window was probably at 93% finished now. He should head back to his desk, but his feet stayed planted right where they were.

“Why does it matter?” You exhaled loud, your hands slapping against your hips. “Do you want an award or something? You have your way of doing things, and I have mine. I’m not perfect, but I … I like things the way they are.” Change is scary, you thought to yourself, but didn’t dare voice it out loud.

He was so close that he could smell your perfume. The scent of lavender mixed with orange blossoms and vanilla filled his nostrils, swirling around his brain. He could get addicted to this smell, to you. Maybe he already was. When his eyes roamed down to your legs and he saw his favorite pair of stockings on you, he damn near collapsed. In fact, he hadn’t even realized the soft groan had left his lips until your gaze found his, your pretty irises growing wide.

You were just so … captivating.

His hands were on both sides of you, pressing your back further into the counter. Your black coffee steaming and fully abandoned in the coffee machine. He was holding himself back, his knuckles going white with restraint. But he wasn’t like you. He could only keep himself in control for so long. And with you here right now, your perfume surrounding him, your stockings-clad thigh brushing against his leg, your a hand placed on his chest … he was a goner.

“Wonwoo,” you whispered, palm still resting on his shirt, “we …”

When your voice trailed off, Wonwoo’s instincts got the better of him. “Please, just …” One hand came up to smooth against your cheek, and he was almost out of breath as he pulled your face to his. “Let me do this.”

He gave you enough time to shove him back, to yell at him, to tell him you didn’t like him in that way. But your neck was craning towards his, and he took that as a sign to crash his lips onto yours. They were softer than he expected, and the taste … your gloss tasted like – well, like nothing. But if he pretended, he could’ve sworn there was a slight cherry aftertaste. His glasses bumped into your nose, but he’d been too overwhelmed to remember to take them off. Mouth moving against yours, his hips crammed you more against the counter, hard enough to leave a bruise on your spine. You didn’t care though. His shoulders were so wide that they shielded you, inviting your body into his, and your fingers fisted into his button-up. Tongues tangled, eager to taste more and more of each other. 

Wonwoo could kiss you forever. You didn’t want him to stop.

But all good things must end. Because when he instinctively placed his leg between yours, he knew this was going too far. Especially because you two were still at work. In the break room.

He instantly removed his leg, his lips breaking from yours. Your eyes connected, the room filled with only the sounds of heavy breathing, before you wiped a trail of spit from your chin.

Wonwoo’s head spun behind him. Thank god, there was no CCTV camera by the coffee maker.

Jeon Wonwoo [9:09 AM]: Good morning.

Jeon Wonwoo [9:09 AM]: I shouldn’t have done that last night.

Jeon Wonwoo [9:10 AM]: Still friends?

You [9:14 AM]: We probably shouldn’t be talking about this on Slack

You [9:15 AM]: Here’s my number: 855-777-0821

You [9:18 AM]: But yes friends :D

Wonwoo did not want to be just friends. But he was utterly terrified of what you would say if he voiced that. You had kissed him back, yes, but … hadn’t you agreed to be friends far too quickly? You had both hung out post-kiss – he liked to call this period of time A.T.K. (after the kiss) – and you didn’t seem to be ruminating on it like he was. Of course, he didn’t know what you were thinking, and you could be so hard to read sometimes when your layers weren’t stripped back enough. But …

Could it really have meant nothing to you?

If that were the case, he didn’t know how it was possible for you. He couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss even if he tried. When he saw you the next day – Friday, January 9, A.T.K. – the first thing he noticed was your lip gloss and all he wanted was to have it smeared over his mouth again. He noticed the way your hair fell over your shoulder, remembering how soft the strands felt when his fingers had slipped between them. He noticed that you were wearing those jeans that hugged your ass just right, and – god, now he was wishing that he had touched more than just your cheek. Wonwoo wanted to touch you everywhere. And vice versa. He didn’t care if your hands were constantly freezing or if they were dry during the winter. He wanted you to touch him however you pleased. He wanted to grab you and kiss you and hold those cold hands in his warm ones –

Oh, my god. He had a boner. At work. Just the mere memory of a kiss had him shifting himself in his pants underneath his desk, hoping no one noticed.

Eventually, he stood up, trying to keep a casual hand over the bulge in his pants as he fast walked to the bathroom. Nobody batted an eye, but you did steal a glance over at him once his back was turned. Your brow raised at the way he was practically sprinting for the elevator, not realizing that he was heading for the second floor restrooms. He must be excited for something. Probably a package, you thought before turning back to your computer.

Wonwoo felt like he could finally breathe once he was inside a stall. He rested his head against the cool tile wall, feeling the ache start to settle in his groin. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way. What 28-year-old gets a boner from a kiss? You had him acting like a goddamn teenager.

What had you done to him? Just one kiss and he was completely under your spell.

(Or maybe he’d been this way all along.)

His fingers fumbled with the zipper on his jeans as he finally pulled himself out of his jeans, stroking from base to tip. Thankfully, no one was in the bathroom. He couldn’t believe his life had come to this. The last thing he ever wanted was to be that guy who jacked off in the bathroom. But you had to wear those goddamn jeans –

Wonwoo wasn’t good at hiding his feelings, but he was doing a pretty good job even as this was killing him inside. He wasn’t like you; he found it hard to restrain himself, to ignore everything that was bubbling up inside him. He could feel himself cracking. What would be the thing that finally broke him?

The answer was simple: alcohol.

Lee Seokmin [11:26 AM]: Dude lol. Why’d you run away from your desk like that

Lee Seokmin [11:26 AM]: I think you could win the Olympics with that kind of sprint!

Jeon Wonwoo [11:39 AM]: Don’t ask.

Lee Seokmin [11:40 AM]: Alrighty then ;)

Lee Seokmin [11:41 AM]: On another note … you free next Thursday? My buddy in the marketing department, Josh, finally has a night off from his kid so we were thinking of getting a group together for drinks after work. Interested?

The last thing you ever expected was to be invited to drinks with Seokmin and some of the managers in marketing, but Wonwoo said you should come. “In fact,” he had clarified, “you should come so I don’t have to deal with DK’s drunk antics all night.” Who were you to deprive him of your presence when he was that desperate? Plus, there was a nice girl in marketing that was also invited; maybe tonight was the night to befriend her.

But the marketing people knew how to party. You were only halfway through your second beer whereas the rest of your group was on their fourth. And three tequila shots deep. Wonwoo, seemingly, had an affinity for tequila, unlike yourself. He was able to throw them back like it was nothing; he didn’t even need a chaser. When Seokmin had requested they all get a fourth, he was met with a round of cheers, and even Wonwoo – quiet, introverted Wonwoo – threw his hands up with excitement. You placed a hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear, “Are you sure about that?”

Wonwoo felt his whole body freeze when your hot breath reached his ear. A pale, pink flush appeared on his cheeks, but you chocked it up to how drunk he was. Eventually, he waved away your worry with his hand. “I’m fiiiiiiiiine. Hey, how about I get you another beer?”

“Are you even coherent enough to get me another –”

“HEY! Bartender! Can I get one more of these?!” He shouted, waving your empty glass in the air. “Oh, and more tequila!”

Seokmin slapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder, laughing along with him. As you made friends with the rest of the marketing department, you found yourself glancing at Wonwoo every so often. His cheeks were so rosy now, and his glasses kept slipping down his nose. To be fair though, everyone in this dive bar seemed to be in the same state of mind. Seokmin was singing along to the Sabrina Carpenter song blasting through the speakers. Josh was so drunk that he was crying about how much he loved his friends. They had even gotten Suzanne in finance to come out, and she was making friends with everyone for once. And Wonwoo … oh, god, Wonwoo’s head was now on the bar top and he was closing his eyes –

You abandoned your beer and walked over to your friend, shaking his shoulders. His eyes instantly opened, expecting to see Seokmin, but when his gaze met yours, he instantly felt all warm and fuzzy. “Okay,” you said, trying your best to hoist this 6 foot man off the barstool, “you’ve had enough. I’m taking you home.”

It was like pulling teeth to get him to tell you his address, but you guessed you shouldn’t be surprised when the man on your arm was blackout drunk. After flagging a taxi, you shoved him in the seat next to you and rubbed your hands together to get them warm. Wonwoo’s head was on your shoulder the second you sat down, his eyes fluttering closed as the taxi sped off into the night. You watched his fingers twitch on his thigh as he whispered sleepily, “I think my family would really like you.”

“Is that so?” You chuckled, squeezing his arm for reassurance, but little did you know just how much your touch effected him. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re you,” he replied, and then yawned. “Only you and Mingyu would do this for me.”

Your brow furrowed. “Who’s Mingyu?”

The taxi pulled up to a brick apartment building then, and your cold fingers struggled to get cash out from your pocket while Wonwoo was practically laying on top of you. Finally, you did your best to haul him out of the seat, thanking the taxi driver before gathering an arm around Wonwoo’s shoulders. The building was definitely old with vines of ivy crawling up one side. There was a dead tree with snow covering it’s branches directly by the door, spilling snowflakes on your head as you struggled to input the code Wonwoo managed to remember. And then, you were pulling him up two flights of stairs, which took far longer than you estimated. You had basically ripped his keys from his hand once you reached his apartment and continued to drag him inside, laying him on the old couch that was conveniently right near the door.

Wonwoo grumbled as soon as his head hit the armrest, and he almost fell off the couch if it weren’t for you catching him and rolling him back onto the cushion. “I’m going to go get you a glass of water,” you said, quickly rushing off to his kitchen. “Please, for the love of god, don’t fall off the couch again.”

He whined for you to come back, but you pretended you didn’t hear it, because if you did, you’d have to reckon with the tingle that bloomed between your legs at the sound of his desperation.

The entrance of his kitchen was right in front of a small hallway that sectioned off two ways. There was a bedroom door on each side of the hall, and once you walked inside the kitchen, you found a tiny table from the 80s and the dishwasher currently running. You didn’t have time to contemplate that now, and instead pilfered through his cabinets until you found a glass and filled it with tap water. Rushing back to his side, Wonwoo was already laying halfway off the couch and you sighed.

You set the glass of water on his coffee table and lifted him back up. With a little bit of help from you, you both managed to shrug off his winter jacket and you tucked a throw blanket over him to prevent him from falling off again. A heavy exhale slipped past your lips as you knelt by his side, and you couldn’t help but reach out to pushed back his hair from his forehead. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn’t sleeping. You smiled to yourself.

Were coworkers supposed to show this much affection for each other?

“Wonwoo,” you said softly, and he cracked one eye open. “Do you want some water?”

He shut that eye again, grimacing at the thought of anything entering his body right now. “Ab…absolutely not.”

“It’ll make you feel better,” you persuaded, but he still shook his head. “Okay, so what do you want right now?”

His breath stilled for a moment. “Can I be honest?”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

“I …” No, he couldn’t be that honest. “I want you to … keep p–pushing back my hair. It’s … relaxing.”

You chuckled, “Okay, you got it.” Your fingers were at the crown of his head again, smoothing back the strands. You hadn’t noticed until now that he had a freckle on the left side of his forehead; maybe you’d just never been this close to notice. Well, actually, you had. There was this thing you two did called a kiss –

“If you’re going to fall asleep, I’m going to take off your glasses,” you informed him, slipping his glasses off and setting them by his glass of water. It was late, much later than you anticipated on staying out, and you both still had to go to work tomorrow. 

But then his hand was grabbing your wrist, his grip surprisingly firm for how intoxicated he was. “Can I b–be honest again?” He slurred, his eyes half open to meet yours.

You sighed, placing your hand on top of his, thumb brushing over his knuckles. “Just know whatever you say will be used to make fun of you tomorrow –”

“I can’t … I haven’t …” He took a breath to formulate the words in his head. “… Stopped thinking about our kiss.”

You blinked down at him, watching the way his eyes began to close again as he relaxed into the old couch cushions. “You can’t just say shit like –”

He scoffed dramatically. “I’m noooot,” he defended, his hand slipping off your wrist to curl underneath the blanket.

“Wonwoo …” Your voice trailed off, the words dying on your tongue.

“Who the hell are you?”

You immediately got to your feet at the sound of another person’s voice behind you. Eyes growing wide, you took in the sight of the man in front of you wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, droplets of water trailing down his chiseled abdomen as he shook a smaller towel through his hair. He might’ve been taller than Wonwoo, only by a little bit, and his skin was a golden tan that reminded you of summertime even in this harsh winter. Why was Wonwoo hiding handsome men in his apartment? The man looked at you, waiting for an answer, his brows raised.

“Oh,” you cleared your throat. “Um …”

“Leave her alone, Mingyu,” Wonwoo groaned from the couch, turning away from them to lay on his side.

So this was Mingyu, you concluded. This slightly god-like dude that looked like he walked straight out of a porno was the only other person who’d help Wonwoo when he was blackout drunk. Interesting.

Mingyu raised his hand awkwardly for you to shake. “His roommate,” he clarified.

“Oh,” you replied, grasping his hand for a moment and telling him your name. 

Mingyu instantly grinned, laying the small towel over his neck, holding both ends. “So you’re her.”

You blinked, not knowing how to respond to that. Perhaps there was no way to respond; the silence was comfortable enough. You decided to keep that in mind for later though.

“He’s … well, he got very drunk,” you informed Mingyu, gesturing to a now-sleeping Wonwoo with both thumbs. “I wanted to make sure he got home okay.”

Mingyu nodded, and then sighed. “I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry,” he promised, opening up the door for you. “Get home safe, okay?”

Wonwoo: Sorry about that the other night. I won’t get drunk like that again. It doesn’t happen very often

You: it’s okay! I’m used to handling drunk people

You: don’t get me wrong, I like to have my fun but it’s easier for me to take care of other people than like … be incoherent and anxious lol

Wonwoo: By the end of the night I was starting to feel that way. Not fun

You: DRINK WATER

You: your roommate is hot btw. does he always walk around without a shirt?

Wonwoo: Of course, he didn’t have a shirt on when you met him

Wonwoo: Everyone likes Mingyu

You: well, I like you [UNSENT]

The bi-annual sales meeting was started to boost morale and talk with other departments that you didn’t see as often. It was typically held at a hotel in the downtown city, with the company flying in all the sales reps from across the country. There were even a few from overseas. In reality though, this was usually the week where coworkers made mistakes. At least one person was let go after these sales meetings, and HR had their eyes peeled for an entire week.

You never made a mistake at one of these. And you didn’t expect to any time soon.

This was a week of rubbing elbows with slimy sales reps and making sure some old man hadn’t spiked your drink. For most, this was a week to slack off, but a woman working in corporate couldn’t relax in these settings. You’d been making corrections to your boss’ presentation for the entire company for what felt like forever. (Realistically, it’d been almost two weeks.) You probably went through the 50 slides at least twice as much, checking for spelling mistakes and making sure it was in the right place on your desktop. Not on some random external hard drive. Not in the trash. 

But it was finally the day you’d been dreading. Presentation day, and everyone at the company was eager to hear the Boss reveal if they hit their goal for the year, amongst other things. You checked the slides another time, and then made sure no one would trip over the HDMI cord connected to the projector. The Boss gave you a reassuring smile, and then it was go time.

Your boss could be a shit bag – what CEO wasn’t? – but he had a way of speaking that made everyone so excited for the future. He was probably the reason why morale was always so high, and everyone looked forward to his presentation at these meetings. Your finger hovered over the right arrow button as he went through his speech, pointing out company statistics and what he wanted them all to accomplish this year, before finally getting to the goal reach. And his answer was nothing short of what the audience wanted to hear. He congratulated all of them, and everyone clapped together at the good news.

When you looked out at the crowd that had gathered, you realized almost every seat in the ballroom was filled. Some were even standing near the door and – wait, there was Wonwoo, leaning against the wall in the back. IT didn’t need to be here for this presentation. In fact, they were encouraged to be doing other things, like manning a table near HR and offering on-the-spot tech help. A smile made it’s way to your lips, watching the way Wonwoo was listening intently.

Once the presentation was over and the room erupted in small talk, your boss came over and thanked you for helping out yet again. “Of course,” you replied, as if there was anything else to say. He gave you a comforting squeeze of the hand before walking off to talk to some of his favorite sales reps.

As you shut your laptop and began to place your things in your backpack, Wonwoo slipped into the chair beside yours. Just the sight of his grin set you at ease, but also made you nervous at the same time. Why were you suddenly so nervous? This was just Wonwoo.

Just Wonwoo. Just Wonwoo. Just … your Wonwoo.

“Congratulations,” he beamed, giving you a high five. “I know you’ve been working on this all week, but you did it!”

You always stressed so much about this presentation, but at the end of the day … “All I did was press a button,” you shrugged.

Wonwoo rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah, but you didn’t accidentally delete your file like every other time you’ve messaged me on Slack.” He chuckled, and you scoffed at his teasing. “I’d call that a win.”

The second to last night of sales meeting week was the longest night of the year. It was a tradition for everyone to go out to a bar the company rented out, drinking whatever alcohol they could get their hands on while celebrating a job well done. You only saw half these people twice a year, and half of the time they’d have a beer in their hands. 

You did your best to ignore every sales rep that tried to speak with you without slurring their words, but that was damn near impossible when some were already on their second cocktail. However, no matter how embarrassing it was, you did allow them to compliment you and your hard work. Who were you to turn down the validation? And when the time came, even your boss came over to compliment you again, and you realized there was truly nothing like being good at your job. 

Just for a moment, everything felt okay. It was like the loneliness dissipated, the sting of years without pleasure or having someone by your side … it all faded when you were rewarded for your hard work.

Maybe tonight was the night you had fun for once.

When you finally found Wonwoo later that night, he was surrounded by a few younger members of the IT team, debating what computer language everyone should be obligated to learn. You waved to him from where you stood by the bar top, and that was all it took to have him walking away from his team and towards you. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, insisting to buy you drinks for the rest of the night, and you didn’t hesitate to agree. If there was anyone here you trusted enough to hand you a drink, it was Wonwoo.

Just Wonwoo.

The hour was reaching midnight now, and you weren’t sure how many martinis you had, but you were hiccuping a storm. That was a telltale sign that you were totally, thoroughly drunk. Wonwoo was only drinking beer and pacing himself, unlike that night at the dive bar, but he was enjoying the sight of you finally letting loose. You hung on his arm, staring up at him with your big eyes, glazing over from all the alcohol coursing through your system. He didn’t like how this effected him; he shouldn’t be attracted to the way your gaze looked while you were intoxicated. But he couldn’t help but wonder if your eyes held the same shine while your lips were wrapped around his –

No, this was too much. He should take you back to the hotel.

The two of you glanced around the bar, realizing it was mostly cleared out. You definitely needed to leave now.

He tugged on your arm, wrapping one of his around your waist to support you. “C’mon now,” he grunted, helping you walk out. “Let’s get you back.”

“I didn’t f–finish my drink thoooooough,” you argued, despite letting him lead you out of the bar. “And I can walk … on my own. Swear!”

“Listen, you took care of me once,” he said as you two walked into the brisk cold air. The hotel was, thankfully, only a block away. “Let me take care of you.”

Even with the alcohol pumping in your veins, just the sound of those words falling from his mouth made you grip him tighter. You felt like your bones were made of jelly, and it wasn’t just from the vodka. It was him, and the way he made you feel, and how secretly warm he was, and the way he took care of you as you took care of him, and – oh, god, you wanted to cry because you liked Jeon Wonwoo so much.

So, so much.

It was much easier to get you back to your hotel room than his apartment, seeing as this hotel had a working elevator. You slumped beside him, tripping over your feet every so often, as he hauled you down the hallway to your room. You gave him your keycard easily, and once the door was open, he squeezed your hand to silently let you know it was time to move again. He helped you into the room, shutting the door behind him, before laying you down on your bed with the clumsiness only he could have. 

You were laughing now, hiccuping from the alcohol, but laughing nonetheless. And he was laughing at your hiccups. Or maybe he just liked the way you grinned at him.

He assisted with taking off your boots and jacket, too embarrassed to remove anything else. And it definitely wasn’t appropriate to either. Tearing back the covers, he nestled you underneath them, and said, “You got everything, right? I’m a call away if you need me.” He grabbed one of the small trash cans in the room and placed it at your bedside. “If you need to vomit and can’t make it to the bathroom, just use the trash can here –”

You hand came out to wrap around his forearm. “Stay, Wonwoo.”

Your sleepy eyes were killing him, making his inhibitions melt and his cock throb at the same time. He sighed, sitting on the side of the mattress, and before he could stop himself, he was tucking hair behind your ear. “You know I can’t do that,” he said, his voice like a caress. “You know how it would look if someone saw me leave this room tomorrow morning. HR is on all our asses this week.”

“I know,” you slurred, and then pressed your flushed cheek into his palm. “I j–just thought you … were taking care of me thoooooooough …”

His resolve crumbled into a million pieces. This was complete, utter torture. You had to know how you effected him, but of course you didn’t, because you were stretching under the covers and yawning like you didn’t just make his heart stop. 

That’s how he ended up in your bed, shutting off the lights and settling underneath the comforter. Until you came closer and rested your head on his chest. Despite how fast his heart was beating, he felt so at peace, and you both fell asleep in the clothes you wore out tonight.

Only a few hours later, you woke with a clear head and the beginning of a hangover. Your head was pounding like crazy, and it took everything in you to slip out from the comfort of your bed and pad your feet over to the bathroom. The bright light was burning your eyes, but you needed it to find the Tylenol you left by the sink. Filling a cup with water, you took the medication and prayed it worked sooner rather than later.

You squinted at yourself in the mirror, realizing you were still in the outfit you wore yesterday. With a sigh, you picked up the big t-shirt you left on the floor yesterday morning and stripped yourself until you were in nothing but your underwear. You pulled the t-shirt on and slumped against the wall, pressing your forehead against the cold tile. Now this felt like heaven for your headache.

It took a couple of minutes to get yourself to move again, feet slapping against the floor as you walked out of the bathroom. You noticed Wonwoo was awake too, in the midst of slinking back under the covers, and you saw his jeans abandoned by his bedside.You crawled back to your cocoon of blankets, and he instantly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. And you … you didn’t move away. In fact, you pressed yourself closer, finally hearing how his heart raced. Wonwoo didn’t care if it was probably 4 AM and he probably had to leave in a few hours – before anyone else woke – because he was holding you and smelling you hair. You smelled … god, you smelled so good that it made him hard almost instantly.

You felt his hand splay against your spine, as if trying to hold himself back, and it was then that your eyes opened. The room was dark, but you knew when his gaze was burning into yours only seconds later. You slipped one hand out from the covers, cupping his cheek as your thumb brushed over his lower lip. Under his breath, he muttered a soft, “Shit,” because you both knew where this was going.

You agreed you wouldn’t do this again. You agreed to be friends.

But now you’re kissing again.

Your hand moved from his face to his neck, and his hands are gripping your cheeks to make sure your mouth stayed on his. His fingers were shaking. He kissed you desperately, as if he needed this just to be able to breathe again, and maybe he did. You were like putty in his hands, molding yourself to his body as your tongue tangled with his. Whatever ache you felt in your temples drifted between your legs, causing you to moan into his mouth. And fuck, just the sound of you made his cock swell, precum soaking through his boxers.

The room felt so hot all of a sudden, but your cold hands came in handy as they rested on his neck. His left hand slid down to your ass, finally giving it a firm squeeze after kicking himself for not doing it when he first kissed you. That made you moan again, and he decided he’d never stop touching you like this, just so he could hear these sounds fall from your lips.

He slid his knee between your legs on instinct, and you didn’t hesitate to start grinding against his thigh. The friction felt delicious and soothing. You both kissed each other slower, a little messier, focusing on touching each other everywhere you dreamed about all these months. Your fingers traced down the column of his neck, down the thin cotton of the shirt he was still wearing from yesterday, while bucking against his thigh. His lips left yours, dragging across your cheek so he could nibble on your earlobe, feeling it grow warm and red from all the attention. “You have no idea how long I’ve needed you,” he whispered, and you damn near almost came from that confession.

You weren’t used to this; you couldn’t remember the last time you experienced pleasure like this with someone, but you couldn’t imagine stopping. Not when he angled his thigh just right, the muscle in his leg rubbing against your clit, your panties completely soaked. You cupped him over his boxers, feeling his bulge throb in your palm, and you cooed, “Can I …”

He groaned. You didn’t need to say more; Wonwoo was smart enough to know what you were insinuating. He felt disoriented, drunk off of you and your touch, smell, everything. “Are you … are you sure you don’t want to …” His voice was giving out, but from the way your fingers were slipping under the waistband of his boxers, you knew you wanted just this, and he’d give you whatever you wanted. “Yes. Yes, of course. That’s fine,” he finished.

You chuckled softly. He smiled against your neck. Pulling his cock out and wrapping your palm around it, you began to stroke him slowly. “Oh, god,” he was sighing into the crook of your neck, his brain in such a state of disarray when you resumed grinding against his leg while also pumping him from base to tip. This couldn’t be real; he had to be dreaming, but he could feel your wet panties sticking to his thigh. He could feel himself shake as he clung to you and pressed sloppy, wet kisses to your throat. It was all too much, but not enough at the same time. 

“Wonwoo,” you whimpered, and he dragged his lips back to yours just to feel how your mouth moved when you said his name. You bucked your hips faster, your arousal coating his thigh, and warmth bloomed between your legs. When your hand on his cock reached his head again, you rubbed the pad of your thumb over his slit, making more precum bead onto your knuckles. “Wanna cum with you,” you begged, stroking him faster and in time with your hips.

“I know you do, I know,” he breathed against your lips. “Just a little faster … yes, just like that. Fuck.”

Only a moment later were you trembling, hips stuttering as pleasure took over your body. You came hard, squeezing his thigh between your legs, and your cry was swallowed by Wonwoo’s lips. If he didn’t kiss you, he knew he’d moan so loud it would wake the entire hotel. Because – oh, god, he was cumming now, and he was sighing against your mouth as he erupted in your hand, ropes of cum staining your t-shirt. He could’ve swore he saw white. He’d never felt a release like this before; not with anyone else. Not even when he jerked off. But maybe it was because this was your hand and you were cumming on his leg, and fuck –

You were still shaking in each other’s arms, minds blank and reeling, bodies coming down from the high. It took the kind of strength that moved mountains to slip from his arms and clean yourself up. But by the time you came back from the bathroom and cuddled up next to him, Wonwoo was already fast asleep.

Jeon Wonwoo [6:08 AM]: I had to leave early this morning before anyone woke. But if you want, I’d like to see you at breakfast this morning :)

You [7:31 AM]: Jeon Wonwoo, I’m begging you to just text this to me

You [7:31 AM]: Also, was your phone hacked? Since when do you use emojis?

There wasn’t much to do on the last day of sales meeting week. The only things on your plate were to make niceties with some of the new reps, and probably attend a few presentations by HR. When you had finally woken up this morning to just you in the bed, you almost considered skipping the HR presentations, feeling too guilty and like they might see right through you. It was irrational, but you were sure that this was the only way to feel after realizing that you hooked up with your coworker and friend. 

Not that you hadn’t wanted to. Not that you hadn’t been thinking about it since your kiss. No, it wasn’t like that at all.

So why were suddenly terrified to see him at breakfast?

You got ready as quick as you could – but of course, making sure you wore that V-neck sweater that showed off your cleavage just right – and threw your hair up before leaving your hotel room. The line for the breakfast buffet was packed, but you waited patiently and decided to sit near the bar once you plate was full. The rest of the dining room was filled with people and you weren’t awake enough to make shitty small talk. Sitting here at the bar top was peaceful and quiet –

“Is this … seat taken?”

Your eyes met his instantly, and you noticed the way Wonwoo was cringing at the line he threw at you. You decided to forget it, for his sake, and gestured for him to sit down. Fuck, you were so goddamn nervous, even though you had agreed to meet him in the first place. You wore this low-cut sweater for him. You both sat in silence for a bit, crunching awkwardly on the burnt bacon, and shifting in your seats. 

“Did you …” You were surprised that your mouth was moving on it’s own volition, spilling any words that came to your head. “… Do anything this morning since you were up early?”

Wonwoo choked a bit on a strawberry, but recovered quickly. “Uh … yeah, yeah, sure. Once I came down here, one of the IT interns found me in a panic because he couldn’t set up one of the rep’s new work phones. Created a whole scene over nothing.”

You snorted and sipped your coffee. “Is that intern still breathing?”

His eyes flickered to yours, a slow smile growing on his face. “Yes, actually.”

You fell into sync then, letting the awkward silence melt away as you joked about Wonwoo’s interns. He wasn’t meant to teach college students, god help them. But as your plates became empty and a server came around to take them, you two were left with only the mugs in your hands, strangely reminiscent of that apology coffee he bought for you so long ago.

Wonwoo sighed. “Hey, so about last night – or I guess, this morning …”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you interjected, setting your coffee down. “I have a hangover, but I am thriving.”

He blinked. “Well, that’s good. But I was referring to –”

You almost couldn’t look at him when you said, “The fact that we’re definitely not just friends anymore?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that part.”

“I …” You licked your lips as you gathered yourself. There was this … terrifying flutter in your chest. You’d never felt something like this before, but you weren’t keen on letting it go. Not yet. “I would like to see you again. Like that. Definitely not during work hours. If you catch my drift. This is awkward.”

Wonwoo had to turn his head so you wouldn’t see him trying to hold in his laughter, but it was clear as day. You sighed loud and hit his arm, making him look at you once again as he snickered to himself. “You know, you could just ask me if I want to hang out.”

You leveled a look at him and huffed. “Okay, Wonwoo, do you –”

“Yes,” he beamed. “Always, yes.”

You found yourself at Wonwoo’s side more often than not. What used to be work get togethers transitioned to meeting up at a bar, or checking a new restaurant on the weekends. Sometimes he’d ask you to come over so you could taste test a new recipe he found. (Unfortunately for both of you, Wonwoo wasn’t very good at cooking, but he was getting better. Somewhat.) Those recipe nights, however, always led to him lifting you up on his creaky kitchen counter and kissing you so hard that you almost forgot to breathe. Until Mingyu came into the kitchen, making a gagging sound, and you two instantly detached from each other.

Friday nights were known as Mingyu’s Movie Nights, and Wonwoo began inviting you to those. He had said that this would help knock a few movies off your Letterboxd Watchlist, but you knew that was just an excuse for wanting to see you. You probably saw him more than anyone now, but you couldn’t deny that you … wanted to see him too. Having him in your life made everything suddenly better. He was kind and smart and thoughtful. He made you laugh in ways you couldn’t explain, and obviously … he didn’t have to do much to make you want him. He’d simply have to look at you and you’d get on his lap. If Mingyu wasn’t there, of course.

Wonwoo seemed to blossomed with you. He was more excited to leave his apartment, more eager to become a better cook. He spoke up often, whether it be at work or out with you, rather than letting someone talk. He wanted to learn all the things that you liked, wanted to touch you exactly where you needed it, wanted to find new ways to leave you breathless. Because it was for you.

Even Mingyu noticed a difference in his friend. He’d known Wonwoo for so many years now, but he’d never made this much of a change for anyone. One night, when you and Mingyu were alone in the kitchen, he mentioned, “He’s different around you.” And then kept pouring wine in three glasses while Wonwoo picked a movie from the living room.

There were also times where Wonwoo was a booty call, of course, and neither of you had any problems with that. Some nights, Wonwoo would call you after Mingyu went to bed, begging you to come over, but ended up settling for phone sex. His attraction to you in stockings only went up, and it was difficult for him to contain his arousal at work when you strutted around just knowing how it affected him. There was days where all he wanted to do was pull you into a janitor closet and fuck the living daylights out of you. But it wasn’t like you’d let him anyway.

You had your fair share of desperate moments too. Especially tonight, as you were out drinking with your friends at a local spot you’d been coming to for years. The live band was loud and you’d had your fair share of shitty margaritas already. One of your friends was tugging on the arm of some rando she met on the dance floor, yelling over the music that she was leaving and she’d text you when she was home safe. That left you shit out of luck for a ride home, and suddenly very lonely. The last thing you wanted was to drink alone at a shitty bar on a Saturday night.

Wandering outside, your heeled boots crunched in the snow as you looked for the nearest Uber. The fastest one around would take over 20 minutes to get to you, and as you looked around the empty city streets … wait, didn’t Wonwoo live around here? Maybe all the tequila was just getting to you. But you called him anyway, and despite the time reaching 1 AM, he answered instantly. He heard the slight lisp in your voice, and once he got out of you exactly where you were, he realized you were right. It only took him about 10 minutes to get to where you were, parking on the side of the road. 

He sighed at the sight of you sitting on the curb, shivering and hugging your jacket around you. Various drunk people filtered in and out of the bar, but none of them checked on you – a freezing girl just sitting on the side of the road. “Why didn’t you wait inside for me?” He asked, his breath hot against your cheek when he pulled you up in his arms. Your dress rode up a little, and his hands were quick to yank it back down. “It’s the middle of winter.”

“I jusssst thought … the cold air would sssssober me up,” you slurred, letting him place you in his passenger seat before running back over to the driver’s side. His car was warm, making you bury yourself in your jacket, but his hand on your thigh was even warmer somehow. If your fingers weren’t so cold, you’d wrap your hand around his wrist, inching his palm up higher as he drove.

Once he was parked, he wasted no time getting you out and helping you up the stairs to his apartment. Mingyu was passed out on the couch, an old movie from the 80s playing on the TV, but you could hardly register it because your brain was spinning and Wonwoo was practically dragging you to his bedroom. He was grateful that all the lights were off so you couldn’t see how messy it was, but honestly, it was a miracle if you could see anything clearly right now.

He sat you down on the bed and you looked up at him with bleary eyes, which made you so fucking hard to resist. All the tequila you drank was pumping through your bloodstream, and you couldn’t help but fist your hands in his t-shirt and try to kiss him. He evaded your lips though – no matter how much he wanted to – and you whined, “Whyyyyyy won’t you kiss me?”

“Shhh …” He whispered, yanking off your boots. “Inside voice. Mingyu’s sleeping.”

You smacked your hands against his mattress. “He’s sleeping in the living room!”

Wonwoo got back to his feet, gesturing as he instructed, “Arms up.” You were too intoxicated to do anything but oblige, lifting your arms as he struggled to pull your dress over your head. Once it was off and thrown to the side with your boots, your hazy vision caught him looking through his drawers for clothes for you to wear. But didn’t he just take your clothes off? You could’ve sworn he did that because he wanted you too right now.

You protested when he tried putting you in one of his simple white tees, but your body felt too limp to fight. He slipped the shirt over your head before pulling back his comforter and wrapping you in it. With your eyes half open, you watched him come to the other side of the bed, yanking his pants down and crawling in bed beside you. He reached over you and set his glasses on the side table. You sighed dramatically. Now he was just torturing you. Wonwoo simply chuckled to himself, realizing what you were angry about.

His arms instantly wound around you, his lips pulled into a smile at your hairline. You looked up at him with a scowl and your voice slurred, “Whysss your eyes closed?”

Wonwoo snickered under his breath. “Because it’s late and I’m tired.” His hand on your lower back traced circles, attempting to coax you to sleep.

“I thought you wanted meeeee,” you complained. Your hand reached in between you two, smoothing your palm against his groin as he slowly started to harden under your touch. You heard his breath hitch slightly, so you kept going, a soft ache beginning between your own legs at just the thought of putting him in your mouth. 

“Sweetheart, I always want you.” He then grabbed your wrist, moving your hand away from him, and then lacing your fingers together. Pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, he sighed sleepily, “But you’re much sexier when you’re sober.”

You started to realize why you didn’t usually do this, why it had been so long since you let someone see every part of you. What you looked like completely stripped down – both inside and out – completely vulnerable for your person. How your face contorted during pleasure, and how it relaxed when you were taken care of.

Catching feelings like this meant giving up control.

You didn’t work on the weekends unless you had to, and when the Boss sent you a high priority email on Saturday morning, you didn’t hesitate. He had transferred over a bunch of sensitive files that were needed for a board presentation first thing Monday morning. But of course, something just had to go wrong: the files were corrupted and you had no way of figuring out what to do. And it wasn’t like your boss was on call like you were on a Saturday.

This was how you ended up at Wonwoo’s apartment.

You had called him in a panic, explaining what had went wrong, but he didn’t seem too fazed. He was used to your tech emergencies by now. But by the time you got to his apartment, out of breath after running from the train station, he had realized just how serious you were taking this. You both sat down on his couch and you let him work his magic. His fingers moved across the keys as if he were a musician, and you couldn’t stop biting your nail nervously.

Mingyu came back to the apartment after grocery shopping, waving at you before putting all the food away. Seeing as you were here, maybe they could all go out and have fun tonight. He went into the living room, ready to mention a band that was playing at a local venue later, but upon seeing the stressed look on both your faces, he exhaled. “It’s a Saturday,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Why do you two look like that?”

“Corrupted documents,” Wonwoo answered quickly, not even looking up from the monitor. 

“I don’t even want to know more,” he said, grabbing his leather jacket from the coat rack and tugging his arms through the sleeves. “Just your faces are making me anxious. I’m heading out. Don’t wait up.”

You gave Mingyu a wave as he left, but Wonwoo was too focused to even say goodbye. It took about another hour and one cup of coffee, but Wonwoo eventually figured out how to uncorrupt the files. You let out a sigh of relief as he handed the laptop back to you and you were able to open each of them without issue. Thank god, you had managed to figure this out before Monday morning. And … having Wonwoo wasn’t too bad either.

“Thank you,” you beamed, not being able to resist pinching his cheek. “My hero.”

Silence engulfed the room as you both noticed how the sky was already getting dark. You cleared your throat, slipping your laptop back into your bag and muttering, “Thanks again. I know I kind of barged in and wasted your Saturday afternoon –”

Like the saint he was, Wonwoo simply smiled at you. “No time with you is a waste.”

Whatever words you were about to say clogged in your throat. You swallowed hard, attempting to hide your fluster, but you ended up choking out, “I … should go.”

“You don’t have to.” He stood from the couch, walking over to you and running his hands down your arms. His brow lifted. “Do you want to?”

You let the strap of your bag fall to the floor as your hands cupped his neck. “No, not particularly.”

Wonwoo chuckled, leaning in and letting his lips just lightly graze yours. “We have the place to ourselves,” he hummed, slowly dragging you backwards with him. “Mingyu’s gone … probably won’t be back until midnight.”

You bit your lip to suppress a giggle, letting him lead you to his room, as limp as a rag doll. Once he shut his bedroom door behind you, he flicked the light on. You pressed your back against the door and your eyes roamed around the space. This was the first time you saw his bedroom with the light on; every other time had been pitch black. You liked that his walls weren’t bare – they were filled with posters of his favorite musicians or photographs. On his desk was a large monitor and a gaming set up, but also a camera with stacks of film next to it. His furniture was old – probably from the 90s, probably passed down from his family – but the scratches within the wood told a story. And unlike most men, his sheets were gray.

Wonwoo realized you were scanning his room, and he became acutely aware of the clothes scattered amongst his floor. He muttered something to himself, beginning to pick up the clothes piles and chuck them into his hamper. “Sorry,” he murmured. “I wish I inherited the organized gene like Mingyu.”

You tilted your head, striding over and pulling him up, making him halt his actions. Your hands went to his face as you brought him closer. With a smile, you whispered, “I don’t want to talk about Mingyu,” before pressing your lips to his.

The kiss became deep far too quickly, or maybe time was passing faster than usual. Your lips crashed so hard against his that they’d bruise. He took off his glasses, setting them on his drawer, before his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your jeans. You stepped forward, making him step back, then another, and another – until you had him falling back on his bed. You straddled him, arching your back so you could lick into his mouth just how he liked. Hands sliding up his shirt, you felt his abdomen flex underneath you. His fingers in your belt loops jerked you closer, pressing your hips to his, and it wasn’t long before he was moaning into the kiss.

You smiled against his mouth, dragging your lips down his neck, and then even further, as you slinked down his body. Your eyes were trained on his, and he was trying his best not to look like a complete idiot in front of you. But it was difficult when you were looking at him with those eyes and – oh, now you were pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants, practically salivating when you noticed how hard he was already.

But … this was what you guys always did. Not that he had an issue with you giving him blow jobs, but none of this felt particularly intimate. You never really let him worship you; you took control of the entire situation. As if you were bringing your professional stubbornness to the bedroom.

“Wait,” he choked out as you palmed his growing bulge. “Can we … can we try something different?”

Your brows furrowed and you continued pressing sloppy kisses above his groin. “Why would we do that?”

Wonwoo let out a frustrated sound, and before you could prepare yourself, he was yanking his pants back up and pinning you underneath him. You blinked up at him in surprise, and he was gripping your wrists above your head now, his bodyweight pressing you into the mattress. He almost looked shocked that he had the strength to push you back, but his blown-out pupils gave away his true desire.

“What was that for?” You asked incredulously. Nerves clouded your thoughts, making you stutter. “I thought … I thought you liked …”

“No, trust me, I do,” he assured you, and then tipped his head as he gazed down at you. “I just … why won’t you let me take care of you?”

You scoffed then, trying to cover up how petrifying this conversation was becoming. Were you that transparent now, or did he simply know you far too well for your own good?

“I have no idea what you’re –”

Wonwoo gave you one of his infamous leveled looks, and you sighed. “You’re in constant need of seeking control when it’s always at your fingertips. It’s okay to let it go; it won’t slip away.” He let go of your wrists then, but kept his body hovering over yours, holding himself up by his elbows resting near your head. “Please, just … surrender it for once. Let me take the lead.”

You glanced down at your hands on your chest, twiddling your thumbs. Eventually, you murmured, “It’s hard. I’ve never done that before.”

“Can we try? I like …” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, then let his head fall as he chuckled to himself. “This is so awkward. I just – I like prioritizing your pleasure. It feels much better for me and I think it will for you too. And if you don’t like it –”

“I’m not good with change,” you blurted.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice taking on that husky tone that made warmth pool in your stomach. His eyes flickered to your lips now, noticing how swollen they still were. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. It was just a suggestion, and I probably ruined the mood.”

You shook your head immediately, allowing your fingers to tenderly sweep over his shirt. “No, I …” A voice in the back of your head told you this was a good thing, and you did want this, but the fear of change was overwhelming. You wanted to step out of your comfort zone, desperately, for once. You were allowed to do this; you were allowed to be happy. 

Your gaze met his again. “I want to try.”

His eyes softened with affection, but then he asked, “You’re not just agreeing for my sake, right?”

“Now when have I ever done that?” You laughed, making him smile along with you. 

But as soon as his mouth met yours, that awkward, giggling persona seemed to melt away. Jeon Wonwoo morphed into an entirely different person, someone that possessed your jaw in his large hand, pulling at your bottom lip before kissing you harder. It was enough to leave you gasping for air once he pulled away, spit connecting you two, and he continued to suck and nip his way down your throat. He made sure to leave marks in places that could be covered up for work, but he’d know exactly where they were. God, would he even be able to control himself at his desk, knowing where his bites were hiding under your clothes? 

Tugging your sweater over your head, he practically whined at the sight of your breasts, constricted in the bra that you told him was too old once, but you kept wearing it anyway because he said it was cute. He lifted you for a moment, expertly removing it with one hand, before licking the valley between your breasts. You arched into him, sighing into your arm when he swirled his tongue around your taut nipple. He glanced up and realized you were hiding your face, so he pushed your hand off. “I want you to look at me while I do this,” he cooed, but it sounded more like a demand.

Despite the embarrassment, you did as he asked, feeling completely bewitched as you watched him cup the swell of your breast, tugging on your nipple. This felt like a goddamn Pornhub video. You two have had sex before, yes, but not like this. Never like this. Wonwoo had always let you do what you were comfortable with, keeping his other side at bay while you rode him hard on the couch. But this … this felt like something else entirely. The way he was lavishing both your nipples, coating them with his spit, demanding you to watch … Expletives filtered softly from your mouth, wetness gathering between your thighs. It suddenly felt too hot and your jeans were still on.

Wonwoo was taking his time with you though, and it was very clear to you that this wouldn’t just be one of those nights where you had sex for 10 minutes before ordering pizza. When he lifted his mouth from your left nipple, he asked calmly, “Do you like this or do you want more?”

You sneered, “Well, of course, I like –”

His hand came up instantly to pinch your other nipple, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that came out of your mouth. “No teasing,” he said, lowering his head to flick that nipple with his tongue. “Just answer me.”

“More,” you choked out, your hips arching off the bed, seeking friction. “Please, more.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss between your breasts once again, before lowering himself down your body. His eyes never left yours as he dragged his lips down your stomach. Eventually, he had to stand from the bed so he could finally unzip your pants, tugging when they got stuck around your ankles. When the cold air hit between your legs, you realized how soaked you were already. Wonwoo smirked to himself, slowly rolling your panties down your legs.

“Don’t let it get to your head,” you joked, kicking your panties off into a pile by his bed. 

He lifted your ankle, nipping playfully, and replied, “Told you that you’d like me taking the lead.”

You rolled your eyes as he settled between your thighs, bending your knees back so your feet rested beside his head. You bit your lip as he placed sloppy kisses on your inner thigh, biting hard enough to make a bruise. Wonwoo fought hard to maintain a sense of composure, but god, the sight of your pretty pussy oozing slick made him wonder if he could cum untouched. You had let him finger you before, but had never been in the mood for this. And this was something Wonwoo had been fantasizing about since the day he noticed that tear in your stockings. He could jump for joy if that didn’t make him look like an absolute fucking loser.

He pushed your folds apart with two fingers, running a hand down his face as he attempted to school his expression. It was just so fucking hard to act cool when you were this aroused. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You reached out and brushed his hair back from his forehead, deciding to quip, “Wonwoo, can you even find the clit without your glasses on –”

Without warning, he spit on your pussy and buried his face between your thighs. The words died on your tongue immediately, and you let out the loudest whine he’d ever heard in his life. He smiled, but that didn’t deter him from circling his tongue around your clit. He wound one of his arms around your thigh, holding you in place as he pressed his face further.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucked and drew out the prettiest sounds from you, using his free hand to slip two fingers inside you. You tasted exactly like he dreamed about, sweet and tangy and so unmistakably you. He looked up at you from between your legs, curling his fingers in the spot that made tears prick at your eyes, and when your gaze found his, it was like something in him snapped. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice muffled, feasting at you like he’d been starved for days. 

Your fingers were in his hair now, pressing his head more into you, which only made this more enjoyable for him. He nearly came in his pants when your hips began to buck against his face, but this was about you. And him experiencing you cumming on his face. But mostly you. His fingers pumped faster inside you and his tongue was now flicking your clit, allowing more of your arousal to invade his mouth. He’d never get tired of this taste; he was obsessed. Now that he finally got a taste of you … he never wanted to not be doing this. Never wanted his face too far from the apex of your legs. Not when you had the sweetest taste that could move heaven and earth between these thighs.

And when you finally came on his tongue, he noticed that your legs shook like an earthquake. Your essence flooded his mouth, and he moaned – god, did he moan – lapping at you, never missing a drop of what you gave him. His fingers kept curling inside of you, making your orgasm feel like forever. When he finally removed them with a wet pop, he didn’t miss the opportunity to have more of you, wrapping his mouth around those two fingers and licking off the last of your release. You watched him, completely mesmerized by the way he savored you, even darting his tongue out to capture the whatever seeped out of you. Your hips jolted, suddenly so sensitive, and he grinned up at you.

You hardly caught your breath before he crawling up your body, kissing you hard and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands fisted in his t-shirt, and when you ripped your lips away from his, you arched a brow. “You are still fully clothed,” you reminded, and then swiped at the spit lining his bottom lip.

Wonwoo simply smiled, ghosting his lips over yours before trailing them to your ear. “I’m getting to that part. Patience,” he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe. “You must really want me inside you.”

“I want to not be the only one naked.”

“Say it,” he prodded in a weirdly casual tone.

“What?”

“Say you want me inside you.”

“This is ridiculous –”

He lifted his head from your jawline. “I can easily leave this room and order a pizza,” he teased, and you blinked at him. He was actually being serious. He would completely ignore what looked like a throbbing erection in his pants, just to make a point. You knew he wasn’t trying to be mean; he wanted to get you out of your comfort zone. This was so stupid, because you did want him inside you. Embarrassingly so. He had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life, but you still had this … aching need to be filled. Your cheeks heated just at the thought of it.

“I …” Your eyes closed for a moment, trying not to make your whole face turn bright red. With a sigh, your eyes connected again, and you answered, “I want you inside me, Wonwoo.”

He rewarded you with a kiss, pulling away before it could get too heated again, and stood from the bed. “Well, when you ask nicely …” He smiled, that dominating demeanor slipping for a moment as he pulled his shirt off. You’d never get tired of the way Wonwoo looked without a shirt. He didn’t let anyone see it very often – he wasn’t like his roommate – but the moments he did, you felt eternally grateful. His torso was toned, with defined abs and pecks that made your mind boggle. You liked that his arms were long and muscled; his hands large and slightly calloused. 

You liked everything about him.

When he finally went to kick off his sweatpants, he noticed a large precum stain on the gray fabric from just eating you out. Which was probably the biggest jab to his calm and collected attitude right now, but he didn’t let it slip. He simply threw the sweatpants to the side, coming up close to the bed again, where your legs were now hanging off the edge. You gazed up at him as if he held the world in his palms, watching the way he reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, never used to the size. He was slightly thicker than average, but long. Longer than you ever expected. With a pretty pink head leaking sticky precum.

It was killing you how long he was taking. Your legs shifted, ready to make a move to yank him underneath you, but he was faster than you. He pinned your wrists about your head with one hand this time, using his other to keep a firm grip on his cock. “You want to be in control that badly, huh?” He asked, tilting his head.

His hand was moving up and down his shaft now, letting precum dribble on your stomach. Your eyes flickered from his cock back to his eyes. “I just … I need you, Wonwoo,” you begged, your voice taking on a new tone. And somehow … wanting him so bad like this was ten times more arousing than riding him on the couch. “Please, please, Wonwoo. Please, fuck me.”

Your pleas had him falling apart, and he sighed, letting go of your wrists to discard his boxers too. His cock flopped against his stomach, hard and aching and – fuck, had he always been veiny? He got on top of you again, cooing against your lips, “I know, baby, I know.” His rubbed the underside of his length against your wet folds, moaning at the slightest bit of friction. “I’ll fuck you real good. I promise.”

Pressing the head of his cock at your entrance, his breath hitched at just the feeling of your arousal coating his shaft. You both had never taken your time with sex. But he was doing that tonight now that he was in control, letting himself slowly push inside you, feel you completely stretch open for him. You mewled, slinking your arms around his neck and carding your fingers at the nape. And when he finally buried himself to the hilt, his lips fell open and he groaned. You felt so good he could cum right now, but he needed to get a grip. The last thing he needed was to cum too fast.

Not that you would like him any less if he did.

“Wonwoo,” you cried, your hips arching up to meet his. “Please.”

Your voice snapped him out of whatever trance-like state he was in. He settled more on top of you, resting his elbows on both sides of your head, and pulled all the way out so only the tip remained. You whined at the emptiness, which soon changed to a gasp when he bullied his cock back in. Your fingers tugged at his hair; your legs crossed around his waist, drawing him deeper inside. “Fuck,” he muttered, still feeling how tight you were, how you molded yourself for him. “So fucking … god, so wet.”

His restraint could only last so long. He’d gotten his fill of feeling you adjust around him. He couldn’t take this anymore, or he was going to cum before you both had even started. With a deep breath, he set a brutal pace inside of you, his hips snapping forward. Tears rolled down your cheeks; how could something feel so good that you cried? Wonwoo seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he was burying his face in the crook of your neck and groaning, “God, so good … you feel so good … how can anyone feel this good?”

The only word you could choke out was, “Ditto,” which you’d regret for hours after this. But now was not the time.

He was fucking into you so hard that you were already sore, but you were holding onto him for dear life, clinging to him as that warmth burned in your gut. The way his cock curved and grazed your g-spot perfectly, making you tremble and whimper his name like a prayer. He placed a hand on your stomach, feeling how deep his cock nestled inside you, and you noticed him shiver in your arms. He was trying desperately to fight off his release. That coil in your gut began to tighten, and from the way Wonwoo was breathing, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He wanted you to cum first though – like always – wanted to feel you clamp around him, squeeze him so tight that he saw white. 

So he did what he did best: reached in between your bodies, finding your swollen, sensitive clit so easily, and rubbed slow circles. He lifted his head from your neck, wanting to see that familiar look in your eyes when you saw stars. “Are you gonna cum for me?” His voice was so deep that it reverberated against your chest.

And finally, as he pressed his thumb down hard and pushed into you just right, you felt your orgasm crest. “Fuck, Wonwoo,” you sobbed, body shaking as you came undone. 

But Wonwoo wasn’t stopping. He kept fucking into you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. And when your walls squeezed him so tight, he buried himself completely and came hard, a generous amount of fucks leaving his lips. His cheek pressed against yours; his groans muffled by the comforter. You held him close as he filled you to the brink with his release, and it almost felt like hours before he realized he finished. 

You exhaled together, allowing your heart rates to settle. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then to your nose, and now he was kissing all over your face. Your cheeks instantly tinged pink, but you let him do as he pleased. He didn’t even make a move off you, letting his cock soften inside your warmth. When your eyes opened, he was staring down at you like you were the sun. You searched his eyes, “What?”

His dark gaze flickered to your lips for a moment, and then he asked, “Did you really say, ‘Ditto,’ during sex?”

You and Wonwoo had gotten into a routine. Of course, you saw him 5 days out of the week at work, but you wanted more of him. You figured out Mingyu’s schedule, coming over most nights when he wasn’t home – besides Mingyu’s Movie Nights. You would let Wonwoo cook for you, and he promised he was getting better, before he led you to his room with kisses to your neck and a firm grip on your hand. 

He always went with whatever you were comfortable with, but you found yourself letting him take the lead more often than not. You liked letting him prioritize you; you liked being selfish with him. Giving up control felt … much better than anticipated. Everything about this felt too good to be true. But you couldn’t help yourself, and you didn’t want to spoil it by asking him the dreaded, “What are we?” For now, you’d exist in your safe little bubble, where he would smile at you at work and then fuck your brains out after hours. It felt perfect, simple.

You approached sex through a different lens now. Instead of simply riding him on that godforsaken old couch, you let him go at his own pace: placing you on his lap, having his way with you and making you cum at least 3 times before he sunk you down on his cock, bouncing you up and down as you clung to him, practically letting him use you as a flesh light. Even when he let you sit on his face, it was on his terms: his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark, trying to suffocate himself with your pussy, not allowing you to cum until he said so, no matter how much you needed to. But it felt too good to stop. You didn’t want this to stop. You liked the lack of control, liked the way he took care of you. The way he bent your knees back as he slid into you, keeping eye contact, so you’d feel him that much deeper … the way he could feast on you for hours, never getting enough of your taste … there was something about it that made you feel more than beautiful. 

Especially when he looked at you as if you were his world.

Especially when he fucked into you and you realized you might be in love with him.

You tended to get lost in thought while laying in bed on an early morning. The birds chirped outside, your phone chimed along with each new notification. Curling underneath your comforter, you held your pounding head, reminiscing on last Sunday. You had gone over Wonwoo’s apartment and he had surprised you with a spaghetti dinner. Mingyu promised that it was “more edible than usual” before he left you two alone in the apartment.

You had noticed the shine in Wonwoo’s eyes, how excited he was to do this for you. He had never bothered to learn anything for anyone, but all he wanted to do was please you. To make you happy. And you could see that in the way he gazed at you, making your stomach do flip flops. Letting him have all this control over you, letting him see past the fortress you’d kept up for who knows how long … it was scary and exhilarating all at the same time.

He taught you how to play his favorite video game after dinner, placing you in between his legs on the couch and letting you lean back against his broad chest. His arms cocooned around you, nestling your body in his embrace. Sometimes he would nibble on your ear as you fought to maintain hand-eye coordination with the controller. Eventually, you had given up and asked to watch him, but that led to his hand dropping the controller as the enemy killed him off. And then his fingers were slowly slipping down the waistband of your leggings, rubbing your slit over your panties. You had arched into him, your ass pressing against his hardening erection as he pulled your panties to the side, already finding you wet and ready for his touch. He chuckled in your ear, “How long have you been thinking about this?” His index finger rubbed tight circles on your clit, and all that you could formulate for a response was a moan as he –

You cut yourself off from the memory before it could end you.

Your stomach churned. Despite your better judgement, you had completely fallen head-over-heels for senior IT specialist, Jeon Wonwoo, and that was terrifying. He had seen your personality unfold, seen the most vulnerable parts of you. But nothing was more scary than admitting to yourself how much you liked him, maybe even loved. You were frantic to the point of exhaustion, so stressed that you felt sick. Soon you were shivering, your head pounding as a fever came on, and you stayed home from work for a few days. Your phone notifications be damned – you stayed in your bedroom with the blinds closed, sleeping the days away.

Every so often, you would hear your phone chime. Your phone screen would light up with another text message. But … you couldn’t bring yourself to answer him. This behavior was illogical and stupid; you just simply couldn’t help yourself. You were an avoidant. The only thing you knew how to do was slowly push him away before he saw all the layers underneath your carefully crafted facade.

What if he finally saw how anxious you were all the time?

What if he knew how you secretly craved to be loved your entire life, but you looked for it elsewhere, in places like workplace praise or crowded bars where you couldn’t see another person’s face?

What if he knew you weren’t as organized up in your head as you were at your desk?

Or worse … what if he didn’t like you back?

TUESDAY, APRIL 22

Wonwoo: What’s going on?

Wonwoo: I managed to find out that you’re sick. I can make you soup, if you want? I know my cooking is terrible. But what if this time it’s good and it cures you?

Wonwoo: If I threaten to message you on Slack, will that make you reply?

Wonwoo: I promise I won’t. Unless … lol

Wonwoo: You’re not dead, right?

Wonwoo: Please, answer me.

FRIDAY, APRIL 25

UNKNOWN: hey, it’s Mingyu. I found your number in Wonwoo’s phone. he’s really messed up right now and worrying about you.

UNKNOWN: idk what’s going on between you two, but I don’t like seeing him like this.

UNKNOWN: just … call him. or text him. or something.

Jeon Wonwoo [10:13 AM]: Did your computer die and you need a new charger?

Jeon Wonwoo [3:21 PM]: I miss you.

When you finally returned to work, it’s on a day that your cubicle mate had decided to work from home. You couldn’t decide if that was a blessing or curse until the next day, when you wished that he decided to work from home forever. It was on a Tuesday morning that you finally faced him again, locking eyes with him from across the boardroom table in an all-hands meeting. You weren’t sure what to say, weren’t sure what you could say, but … he didn’t speak to you any way. In fact, even when you both got back to your desks, he kept quiet, throwing on his headphones and focusing on whatever task was at hand. His attitude change wasn’t exactly surprising, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak to him either.

All your other coworkers looked bewildered. The silence between you two made just about everyone feel awkward. They all saw how close you and Wonwoo had become, and now everything just felt … flat. Silent. Empty. It was like you two were strangers. Maybe you had never really known each other in the first place, if you could both discard each other so easily. 

But that just seemed too good to be true. You thought about him everyday, despite yourself, and he had to think of you too. You caught his eyes on you every once in a while, and you couldn’t help but yearn for him in silence. It was probably time for you to take charge again and make the first move, but you found yourself hesitating. Again. You were overwhelmed with thoughts of rejection. 

This was why you never gave up control with someone before. It left you suddenly so, so doubtful.

You [1:34 PM]: I can’t get into my Outlook. I think I’ve locked myself out 

Jeon Wonwoo is now offline.

You [1:36 PM]: I miss you too

It was a busy Sunday, the first notes of Spring evident in the air. You needed to go to the post office today, the supermarket, probably check in on your parents … but that was all discarded when you made the sudden decision to take a taxi to Wonwoo’s apartment. Your hands were shaking more than his when he first touched you. Your leg was bouncing with anxiety, and when the taxi finally pulled up to his building, you considered never getting out. 

But you couldn’t continue being a coward. Besides, this driver had places to be, with the way he was arguing for you to pay in cash.

You were lucky enough to slide in through the building’s entrance while someone was walking out. The less you had to embarrass yourself by calling Mingyu to let you in, the better. The walk up those two flights of stairs was long and tiring, and it wasn’t because you always hated them. You physically couldn’t make yourself go faster, too frightened of what he was going to say when he saw you. Maybe he wouldn’t say anything; maybe he’d slam the door in your face. And you couldn’t blame him, because now you were at his door and – oh, god, you wanted to hurl.

The door was opening before you could even catch your breath. When you caught that first glimpse of Mingyu, you realized how much of a mistake this was. You could always turn back, run down the stairs before anyone could say a word.

But as soon as you both locked eyes, Mingyu raised his brow, but not in a mocking sense. It was as if … he expected you to be here. He sighed, leaning against the door, and without looking back, he called out, “Wonwoo! You got a visitor.”

Your eyes went wide, and then Mingyu was pushing past you, leaving the door open and muttering, “Good luck.” He was rushing down the stairs two at a time before you could even say a word back. But then you were seeing him, and you wondered if it had always been this hard to breathe around him.

Your fingers played absentmindedly as you both stared at each other. His glasses were slipping down his nose, but he made no move to fix them. His own hand was too busy dropping the controller that had been in his grip, now clattering to the floor. His hair was messed up and he was wearing his favorite comfy sweatsuit, and you … you were put together, as always. Your hair unwashed, but pulled up in a ponytail, and wearing that cardigan he liked so much on you. If he wasn’t so hurt, just the sight of you would have him on his knees right now, begging to have you.

He had to turn around and walk away. If he didn’t right now, he’d just –

“Wait,” you said, walking in and closing the door when he spun away. “Please, don’t. I –”

“What could you possibly say?” He snapped, facing you once again. You had never heard his voice at this octave before, never seen so much distress on his face. “I thought we knew each other well enough that you wouldn’t cut me off out of nowhere. As if I’m just some guy you met at a bar last weekend.”

Your mouth opened, and then closed. 

“Do you … do you even understand how worried I was about you?” He ran a hand through his hair, voice cracking for the first time in forever. You took a step closer to him. “You weren’t answering me and I just … my head went to the worst. I thought Mingyu was gonna kill me the next time I mentioned your name. And then, to see you at work and realizing that you were actually just ghosting me was a fucking punch to the gut. I didn’t get it. I still don’t get it. But I’m so pissed at you for hurting my feelings that I’m not even sure if I wanna know.”

“Wonwoo –” You started.

“Please, don’t say my name like that,” he sighed and pinched his nose. “I realize that you came all this way to finally break the news to me, but I’m good. It’s very obvious to me now that you don’t like me as much as I like you, and to save us the pity party, let me get you home –” He reached for his wallet to grab some cash for your next taxi.

But you interrupted before he could finish.

“I love you.”

He paused, looking up and making sure he heard you right. “What?”

“I’m in love with you,” you said it again, and it felt so freeing to have this weight lifted off your shoulders. You moved closer, now standing a foot away, but refusing to touch him for your own good. “And I’m not just telling you that as an excuse. Ignoring you was cruel and I can never forgive myself for hurting you. I just … when I realized how deep my feelings for you were …” Your throat closed up, as if your body was acting on instinct, preventing you from being vulnerable with him.

Wonwoo closed the distance. “Hey,” he whispered, tucking a hair behind your ear. “I’m right here with you.”

His voice was so reassuring – as always – opening you up like a blooming flower. And suddenly, your mouth didn’t feel so dry anymore and your nails stopped making crescent-shaped indents in your palm.

“I got scared,” you confessed, your gaze locked on his. “And I ran away, because that was the easiest thing to do. I thought ignoring you would be best for both of us, and I stubbornly didn’t want to hear your opinion on any of this. What I did was wrong and I … I hate myself when I do stuff like this to people I care about.”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, but he wiped them with his thumb before they could fall. You sniffled, noticing the hurt in his eyes had faded, replaced only by adoration. Your lips pursed as you searched his gaze.

“I’ve just … never allowed anyone to open me up like this. I’ve never given my feelings to someone and let them care for me.” You blinked, your eyes rimmed red. “I’ve hardly been able to comprehend my own feelings because I’ve been scared shitless of them in the first place. But I can’t … I can’t justify pushing you away anymore. Because I love you. I don’t like being alone anymore and all I ever want to do is see you. Sometimes I’m afraid if I stop holding you, you’ll disappear. You do so much for me; you literally fix something on my computer everyday. I think if I let you go right now, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life, and I –”

Wonwoo cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. You couldn’t remember the last time he kissed you like this: so gently with his palm cupping your jaw. You felt yourself relax when he slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His tongue licked into your mouth, sighing with relief when the familiar taste of you entered his orbit again. The taste of coffee and peppermint gum and the peanut butter and jelly you definitely had for lunch today. It was everything he loved about you, and he smiled into the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, he said, “Sorry, I interrupted your monologue.”

“It’s okay. Someone needed to before I got into the Hamlet soliloquy I prepared.”

He chuckled, grinning from ear to ear, and just that had a blush creeping to your cheeks. “I forgive you,” he whispered, leaning back in to ghost his lips all over your face. Your warm breath fanned his mouth. “Just don’t do that again. I know I don’t show it very often, but I’m secretly very …” He smiled softer this time, pecking just slightly on the corner of your mouth. “Sensitive.”

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants, wanting him all the more closer. “I know. I promise.” You brushed your nose over his. “If I ever ignore you for even a couple hours, you have full permission to annoy me on Slack.”

Wonwoo had to cover his mouth from letting out the loudest laugh possible, but it made you feel all the better to see him happy. You could spend forever seeing him this happy. You got up on your tiptoes just to stare at him more, to press yourself closer and feel his grin against your cheek.

you whimpered, rocking your hips against the pillow, friction dull but better than nothing.

"yes—god, yes."

he chuckled low, shifting just enough so you could see the thick outline straining against his jeans.

"then show me how badly you need it."

your thighs squeezed tighter.

your body answered before your mouth could.

you pressed down harder, grinding against the pillow, your hips moving frantic now.

soft gasps slipped from your lips, high and shaky, the sound making his cock twitch.

"fuck, look at you," wonwoo groaned, dragging a hand slowly down his own thigh, but stopping short of where he wanted to touch.

"so needy you’ll hump a pillow instead of waiting for me."

your face burned.

but you didn’t stop.

you wouldn’t. couldn’t.

not when every nerve in your body screamed for more.

your hips rolled faster, desperate, breath catching with every drag of fabric against your clit.

the pillowcase was damp where you pressed, soaked through with want.

it was humiliating—raw—but you chased the edge anyway.

"you know a pillow can’t fuck you the way i can," he murmured, voice rough, eyes dark.

"can’t stretch you open. can’t make you scream."

you moaned at his words, clutching the pillow tighter, legs trembling.

your back arched as you gasped his name, voice breaking as the heat tightened, then snapped like a live wire.

he groaned, shifting in his chair, his cock aching painfully now—but he still didn’t move.

he just watched you fall apart, watched you shiver and gasp, watched you bite your lip as you came undone against nothing but cotton and desperation.

when you finally slumped back, panting, flushed and ruined, wonwoo leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"that was cute," he said, voice low and teasing.

"but next time? you’re not getting off until it’s on my cock."