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It sounded so earnest, but you couldn’t help the nose scrunch his question invoked.

You lightly tapped your book against his head. “Squirrels are cute. I like squirrels.”

But he still waited, eyes expectant.

“Yes, Caleb, i would still love you.”

He nuzzled his nose into your belly before looking up at you again only to find you had resumed reading.

“Hey,” he playfully protested, pulling your book aside once more.

“Would you still love me if i were six inches tall?” Again, he sounded genuinely curious like there existed a possibility for him to shrink into a six inch man.

“I would love you even if you were one inch tall.” You pulled his fringe back softly, revealing his forehead.

You planted a small kiss.

“Would you still love me if i started a cult?”

…

“A what…?”

“Uh…” you looked at him incredulously.

You caught a faint damn it under his breath. “I knew you’d stall on this one.”

“Would you still love me if i got banned from every IKEA in all countries?”

“Caleb, what the fuck?” You laughed, genuinely confused.

“Geez, y/n, you’re supposed to say “yes of course my dearest, most precious Caleb”, but you just can’t” he huffed. “You’re so conditional. So judgmental.”

“Would you love me-“

“There’s more???” You gawked at him. The questions weren’t ending.

“Hush.” He brought a finger to your lips.

“Would you still love me if I communicated exclusively through interpretive dance?”

“Yes, of course, my dearest, most precious Caleb”

He smiled in triumph.

“Would you still love me if i robbed a bank?”

“Hmm, it depends” you shrugged.

“Depends? On what?” He perked up.

“Whether you get caught or not.” You both broke into a fit of a laughter.

“Would you…” he squinted his eyes, and you could tell he was running out of ideas.

“Would you still love me if I got arrested for fighting the moon?”

You sighed. “Yes, Caleb.”

You set your book down.

“Especially then.”

You were getting ready for a music show and stepped out for a bit before returning back to your vanity, noting a foreign gift on top of a closed makeup palette.

A lip balm wrapped meticulously in fancy paper was on your table, a little note attached on the side asking you to ‘enjoy your restock’. Normally, you’d appreciate it—give it to a staff member to see if it’s okay to use, and then use it. But something felt off… Very off.

“Nothing… Just some crazy sasaeng I guess…” You whispered. Caleb went over to sit by the seat next to your vanity and eyed the supposed gift. It wasn’t just any. It was a special one from abroad; it had a similar gentle formula to one in your childhood. A distinct apple essence to it too… And it was here… on your table.

Caleb was your childhood friend and had been a huge part of your life for a long time. He’s the first person who has known of your aspirations to go into music and was also your senior in the industry. You remembered how he wanted to go into aviation, but got scouted for INFOLD to join their new boy group. 

And of course he joined so he could earn money to take care of his “precious little meimei” (he knows how much that nickname irks you). Despite his protests against you being an idol—he still supported you. Somewhat… okay, he still isn’t very supportive, but as long as you’re happy… Right?

Albeit, still not very keen on your male fans. Or any fans for that matter. But maybe you were reading into it too much.

Caleb shot you that boyish smile he always sports and leaned on his wrist. “Don’t tell me you got your timbers shivered by some lip balm, meimei?” 

You frowned. “It’s the one I always use… I’ve never shown the brand or anything… Not that I know of at least, I try to be careful.”

You felt Caleb’s arms wrap around you, your face suddenly meeting his hard chest and the smell of his cologne fill your nose. 

“Shhh, N/N. Gege’ll protect you.” You frowned again, struggling to get out his hold. 

“Shut up! So now you wanna be all clingy, huh? Y’know, as my senior, this would be quite controversial if Dispatch was made aware.” He snorted, patting your head. Caleb let go and then squished your cheeks. 

“I guess so… But c’mon, pips. You got a music show soon and your group is already outside. Don’t stress—y’know you got me here.”

You smiled and nodded. You knew that Caleb wasn’t going to call you crazy and at least was going to take your concerns a bit more serious (albeit joking) and not make less of them like your members or management. 

“Okay… I’ll see you later.” You went on ahead and performed with the rest of the group, where everything went surprisingly smooth. You won an award, did a little encore stage thing; everything went great.

“Hey… You dropped this.” As you were following your group, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Rafayel, another one of Caleb’s group mates. You were acquainted with all of his group mates through him, but never really got the chance to speak with them one on one other than Rafayel.

He was nice; he was the maknae of the group, and the most popular as a vocalist. You spoke with him occasionally whenever you run into each other in the lunchroom when Caleb is in dance practice. He was nice.

“Oh senior! Thank you very much.” He handed you the hair clip that had fallen and you smiled, turning to leave before he caught you by your arm. 

“Uh…” Rafayel looked around, almost anxious and was going to speak before he looked almost concerned. “You looked really nice in your performance today. I can see why you’re considered the main rapper of the group—great breath control. And of course, you also just looked nice.”

Your face felt hot—you never imagined you’d be told something like that. Ever. Especially by someone in your best friend’s group—who at this point, were one of the top boy bands in the world. Rafayel probably had ten times the amount of followers you had on Instagram.

“Oh—! T-Thank you, senior. Your show today was great too; I can also see why you’re considered the visual of the group and a great vocalist. You killed that b-side—“

Then, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and Rafayel’s expression falter. 

“What’s up?” 

You frowned and swatted Caleb away. “I was talking to Rafayel; leave!”

“Can’t,” he mused. “We have to meet with our manager and I’m just here to let the maknae over here know.”

“Oh sure!” Rafayel walked past you and smiled one last time before walking away with Caleb. Rafayel was nice; he was the maknae of the group, and the most popular as a vocalist. You spoke with him occasionally whenever you run into each other in the lunchroom when Caleb is in dance practice. He was nice.

For the most part, everyone in your circle was nice. They were attentive, friendly—some of your group members even teased you like sisters, saying that Caleb was probably going to be in some dating rumors with you. And to be truthful, Caleb did mean a lot to you—in a sense that was stronger than being just friends. 

Sure, he was your lame childhood best friend who liked to call himself ‘gege’ just to annoy you, but he was the only one who could understand and empathize with your feelings and your current dilemma. 

Which is why you get comfortable enough to confide in him what was going on. 

“N/N…why are you crying?” It was pathetic—really; how you were just there, bursting into tears the moment Caleb opened the door. It had been a few weeks after your second comeback showcase; management was talking about a potential tour; your relationship with your group members has become a bit shaky due to your paranoia. Over what? The letters—and they seemed to have gotten a bit worse. 

Yeah, you can just ignore them. But you just couldn’t. What if they find out private information and threaten to leak it? What if they do something and at least hint in the letters? What if that’s going on? Then on top of that, Rafayel went on hiatus and all of a sudden—the only other person you speak to comfortably apart from your group mates—who weren’t very happy with you—left without a warning. You knew Caleb—due to his popularity—was getting ready for a solo project, but you just had to be selfish just this once.

“Come in, pips.” His voice was sincere; you couldn’t bear to look up at his expression—from your tears affecting your vision to your own feelings. 

He sat beside you on his couch and he turned to you, grabbing a strand of your hair and sighing. “Talk to me, N/N. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“I’m… I’m just scared…” 

“Of?” 

You wiped your face and sniffed. “W-Well… I know it may not sound like such a huge thing but I got a l-letter…”

Caleb was listening intently, curling the strands of hair around his finger. “Mhm…what happened?”

“They were spewing some bullshit on how all the guys I interact are a piece of shit and how I’m going to get used by the company, and how my life is gonna—“

“Woah, pips. Slow down, okay?” He held your hands, all clammy and clinging onto his colder, more firm ones. “They said that?”

You nodded. “They basically said that my life is gonna get ruined... That I'm naive... Like Caleb, I just... I feel fucking insane. Like a goddamn psycho because yeah, I can avoid this. But this feels too close! Like—they know me! Call me crazy but I just— I don't know! Those lip balms—they're like the one's my gran's friend would make. It's just too specific and fuck!"

Then he continued playing with your hands and all of a sudden, you felt the air get heavy. Your breath hitched—did your tangent get too far? 

"Maybe they do... It could be Rafayel for all you know."

"Don't joke like that, Caleb. He's nice..." Caleb pursed his lips and hummed.

“Do you remember… when I was on hiatus for a bit during your trainee days?” You nodded.

“A similar situation happened to me.”

You looked up and saw how his eyes were almost derived of that mischievous spark that was always there. Like he was serious.

“N-No…? That happened?!” Was he lying? No—your best friend would never lie to you. When the hell did that happen? To Caleb?! 

“Mm…” he sighed, curling the strand on his index finger and humming a song you’d sing all the time. “I went on hiatus. Not for long, obviously. Like a month or so. But, you should consider it.”

Your eyes furrowed. “W-What..?” You knew what he was talking about; it was during your trainee days where he became more clingy and defensive on asking if you “were really, absolutely positively” sure that you wanted to be an idol.

“Go on hiatus. Just see how it is and then see if you want to return being an idol. Many have done it before you—don’t stress. Take a break from the work—the attention.”

For a moment, that sounded like a great idea—like you should follow what he says because who’s the older one? Who’s the more experienced one with a daesang? With being the face of global luxury brands. 

“Right?” He continued. “Don’t you remember me telling you this?”

You felt dumb—like an idiot for not knowing that your best friend had a similar experience. “C-Caleb… I—“

“Pips… I know I told you at first that you should follow your dreams. That you can do whatever your heart wants. As your Caleb, you know I have to keep you—my N/N, safe.” 

He paused, the hold on your hands becoming tighter as you felt his calloused hands rub on the soft skin of the back of your hand. “Y’know…that’s why I was with you—why I continue to be… Because Y/N; it’s you who brings me solace. The girl who brings me such comfort.”

You froze, watching how his expression shifted. No—it became something more sinister. His lips were curled into a smile and he kept staring at your eyes.

“Why would I ever let you go from me?” 

“I told you, Y/N. That I’ll always be by your side. That’s a promise I’ll always keep—all for you.”

Maybe you were craving for some type of physical comfort, instead of solely just emotional. For you to feel on your fingertips and on your skin how serious he was… Just the way he was fucking looking at you—the tone he was pleading with you with, pleading with you to listento the gravity of his words.

That’s why you leaned forward fast, kissing him—tasting the same apple lip balm you always put on. You felt how his hands traveled all around your body—how they slid under your undershirt and how his soft, cold hands left goosebumps in wake of their touches on your skin.

His lips didn’t leave yours—not when you pulled back slightly for some air, your lips were still touching, along with your temples—pressed against each other’s. 

“Let’s take this somewhere else… yeah? Lemme make you feel good…” He whispered, lifting you up by your hips and you latching yourself onto him. 

Caleb was gentle—he always has been. Even when you’d cry during elementary school if you ruined your new set of pretty pencils or lost a cute hairclip, he’d always help you.

Caleb would always know what to do. Even now.

He laid you on the bed, towering you as he helped you slide off your top and exposing your breasts to the chilly air surrounding you. 

“Such a pretty girl you are, N/N… Goddamn it…” He breathed out, hand placed on your shoulder and feeling your skin on his fingertips. Caleb leaned towards you, his lips on the curve of your neck and placing light kisses. Like as if you were some deity that would disappear if handled too rough.

“I’m gonna take off the rest.. Okay..?”

“It’s…my first time.” Jesus, if only you could permanently etch his expression in your brain… His eyes went dark again and his lips curved to a smile that was restrained from him biting his lower lip. 

“Really? You sure you’re not lying to me?”

You huffed. “Yes! It’s embarrassing enough as it is—!” “Don’t say that.”

“Don’t feel that way,” he reiterated, taking off his own clothes and placing a knee between your legs to lean forward and kiss your hot and flushed cheek. 

His hands began to roam again around your upper torso. “I’ll take care of you, ‘kay?” You felt his fingers slide off your pants and underwear in one go, and causing your legs to close; only for Caleb to place a hand on your knee.

“No. Don’t hide yourself from me, N/N. Don’t you dare.” 

His thumb swiped across your sensitive cunt, smiling at how wet you were; he inserted a finger, then two and thrusted. 

“Fuck, you’re tight…” He looked up at you, noting how you were biting your lower lip to quiet down. 

“I’m going to go in, okay?” Then your eyes shot open—eyeing how Caleb stroked his cock slowly; how it was long and most likely would split you open. 

“Be gentle…” He smiled. “You know I am… Only for you, N/N.”

“O-Oh okay—Oh fuuuuuck!” You shut your eyes closed, feeling the way Caleb filled you up slowly—his left hand pressing firm on your lower tummy and feeling pressure where his cock was inside you, his thumb circling your clit so good.

You could melt in his arms, with the way he just pressed his body against you—his muscular, lean frame against yours. 

“Ohh, shit, you’re tight,” he huffed. “Like my cock that bad, huh? Pretty little pussy made jus’ for me…”

“S-Shut up—hahhh—s-so good…” 

“C’mon, babe. You can take it, right?” Caleb held you tightly, speaking in such a tone that you can envision the cocky smile accompanying it.  

“Such a tiny fucking pussy barely taking my cock… Fuck, that’s hot.”

He slammed you viciously on his cock, obscene squelches echoing in his spacious bedroom. 

“Mhmm—f-fuck…” Your brows were pinched and your maw was slack, and you could feel Caleb’s eyes stare into you and your expression. Almost like he was reveling in this moment—like he was never going to experience this again. 

“Shhh… you don’t have to worry about anything. I’m here, yeah?” He murmured so smoothly. His face was so every time he thrusted inside you; eyes shut, lips parted and cheeks flushed. 

It felt so intimate.

“Such a pretty girl, with an even prettier pussy… All for me. All of this is all for me… My pretty girl,” he purred. 

Your back arched against the soft duvet and he chuckled. “Attagirl—all mine…”

“You’re all mine right? Gonna have you all to myself… Right, baby?”

It was almost overbearing how much he kept talking and repeating himself, “mhmmm—hahhhh—! Yes!” 

“Such a g-good girl, yeah? C’mon, lemme try something…” Then, before you knew it, he flipped you, and now you were on your tummy, with your ass up.

You looked at him—his violet eyes hooded and a satisfied smile on his face—not to mention the dark flush on his cheeks. 

“Lemme try this, yeah? Please, I’ll beg.” You hummed, taking his cock—throbbing in your hand—and slowly arched against it. And fuck, that new position was killing you. 

“Fuck—! Hahh—taking my cock so good, N/N.” You could feel how his cock was splitting you open from the back, and hear how higher Caleb’s voice became. How even he became incoherent. 

“Only I can see you like this—no one else, jus’ me. Promise me that? Yeah?” Caleb was rambling, his the grip of his hands on your hips only tightening and becoming stronger while he just kept reiterating variations of how much he wants you and how tiny you were compared to him. 

His large hands were kneading your skin on your hips while simultaneously pistoning in you like a man possessed. It was so vulgar and lascivious—making you forget what you were even on about—

“F-Fuck… ‘m gonna cum… Gonna take it, sweetheart? Yeah? C’mon, pretty girl… Gonna look so pretty with my cum all inside you—all full.” He was practically in heat, rutting into you and whimpering. Like this was the last time he would ever have. 

Your legs latched onto his hips lazily and you arched your back again, incomprehensible moans and choked sobs slipping from your lips.

Caleb hissed through gritted teeth, the grip of his hand on your waist tightening while your pussy squeezed him so damn good. 

“Mmm—oh my God…”

He pulled out of you, his cock glazed with your slick and his cum, and angled the phone to show your puffy cunt, oozing his load onto the sheets with your legs and breathing shaky.

“Damn… look at that…” he murmured, slapping his cock on your dripping cunt and smearing your cum on your labia.

“Mmm… so good…” “Yeah, pretty girl? Hm?”

You got adjusted, laying next to him while he just held you silently.

Maybe this was his plan all along—something he’s been planning. Because how else would you explain the multitude of receipts, shopping bags from brands of gifts you’ve received, and dead floral bouquets all over his apartment?  It’s right in front of you—on his bedside and by the windowsill.

“And those bags over there..?”

But all Caleb wants to do is protect you from them… After all, he knows best. Right?

“Just a surprise for something...”

Silent... then—

“Are you lying to me?” His hold on you tightened—like he was afraid youd run away.

“A little lie never hurts; especially if it’s something good for someone you love.” He played with your hair then continued.

“Want help drafting your hiatus announcement?” You should trust this… trust him.

“Okay…”

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idk i wanted to experiment and like i srs don’t know how to feel… again i was just freeballing and writing..!.!.!.: idontlikethrendinhfuccjdjjdjdk