you were the one person he swore to never even look at for more than one second, yet here you were looking up at him while on your knees with tears brimming along your lash line.

you were the absolutely only person that jungwon grew fiercely protective over as your younger brother, no doubt about it. and yet he trusted sunghoon enough to look after you the same way he did.

thing is, sunghoon tried his best. he really did.

he always greeted you from a distance with a small smile, but you were the one who would rush forward to embrace him in a hug. he would always hold the door open for you, it was the gentlemanly thing to do (not at all so he could look at your ass and the way it filled out your jeans). his favorite thing of all was ruffling your hair just to get the cutest reaction out of you, despite you being three years older than him.

so the texture and feeling of your hair wasn't completely foreign to him with the way he was currently holding it in a makeshift ponytail.

living with jungwon meant that they became close friends by default, but sunghoon didn’t expect you to be part of the equation.

he had known jungwon had an older sister, the guy loved to mention how caring you were. then one day jungwon went up to him and asked if he would be alright with you staying with them for a few days.

“nasty breakup” he grimaced. “she was with him for eight years.”

even sunghoon mirrored his expression then.

of course, he agreed to allow you to stay, but god, was it his undoing.

he had always imagined that the feeling of falling in love was impactful, unforgettable, and life-altering. while yes, sunghoon was experiencing all of that, he didn't anticipate the nauseating unease that accompanied it as he realized the extent of his feelings.

his feelings were rooted in something deep and primal that could only be suppressed for so long. the more he tried to go on normally with his life, the more that he would see you glimpses of you everywhere.

the only thing that sunghoon could hope for was time. he wanted to surpress his feelings for as long as he possibly could before they would just burst from him out of respect for his friend.

a few days turned into weeks and before he knew it, it had been months and you had easily fit into sunghoon's life as easily as jungwon had. you kept the spare bedroom tidy, and even began paying bills the longer it took for you to find another place.

the once plain spare bedroom now had your personality all over it, from books stacked on your desk to the picture frames on the wall. as he had to pass your bedroom on his way out, and your not-so-temporary stay should have bothered him, but the selfish part of him was enjoying your presence more and more.

that came with it's own challenges though.

it took the force of a stronger man than he was to look away when you would walk out of your room with the tiniest sleep shorts, none the wiser to the tent in his sweatpants. he became very well acquainted with long, cold showers to get rid of the hard-on he carried when you were around.

you were possibly the most caring person he had ever met, always making sure he was alright and wasn't feeling overworked or stressed. just the way that you would look at him with genuine interest as you asked about his day made his heart race.

thus, this is why he promised himself to not look at you longer than necessary. he made an effort to stay longer hours at work, and he just threw all his energy into his dance practices or making sure the lines he was singing were damn near perfect.

if practice ended early and he knew you would still be awake at home working, he would spend the rest of the afternoon at the gym and only return when he knew the dorm would greet him with nothing but silence.

sure, it also meant his sleep schedule was fucked, but that became a nonexistent concept the moment you first walked in.

it was difficult to pinpoint where everything went wrong tonight. jungwon was out of town to visit a few friends, leaving you both alone in the apartment for the weekend, and sunghoon was just walking through the front door when he saw the light was still on in the living room and the back of your head from where you sat on the couch.

you looked so pretty sitting there in your pjs and how was he supposed to decline with the way you turned to him and asked him if he wanted to join you in a drink as you were about to start watching a movie.

he knew he was being distant, but with the way you pouted as you begged was damn near impossible to say no to. so he allowed himself this moment of selfishness. and then he allowed himself the next one as well where lines got blurred and he was kissing you back with a deep urgency once you made the first move.

his hands became buried in your hair, as he tugged you closer, and despite the large couch, you quickly aided him by moving to sit on his lap.

he wished he could remember more details as to how he was in this current position, and he knew it was something that would later keep him up at night, but he couldn't find it in him to care anymore.

"baby, that's it. you're doing so good," he gasped, his hips were shaking as he tried to hold back from thrusting his cock down your throat.

you worked your way back up his length, kissing his pretty pink tip. "baby, huh?" you murmered with a soft giggle before pressing your tongue along his slit.

"baby, darling, my love," he whimpered as you took him back in your mouth. "you have no- ah- idea how long-"

the way you looked at him, slightly disheveled and flushed, was somehow his undoing. he couldn't control his hips now as they lifted up in quick, powerful thrusts. he would apologize later, but you let him control the pace.

"baby, are you- shit- are you touching yourself? i need to see you," he somehow managed to say. your unoccupied hand was working in fast movements underneath your sleep shorts. and somehow through his blurry gaze, he could see the prominent wet stain that made your shorts darker.

you let out a soft whimper as your eyes confirmed everything to him.

"oh fuck, baby."

a whine of his own accompanied yours before he burried you down to the hilt of hic cock with a furrowed brow, and he shot his cum in steady loads down your throat. you hummed at the taste, and he hissed at the sensation.

he was still breathing hard and deep as he moved his hands from your hair down to your throat as you swallowed around him.

you pushed yourself up against his thighs, and sat yourself up on his lap. his still erect cock was sandwiched between you two as he now looked up at you.

"hoonie look," you gasped, and you cupped his wet cock to press against your stomach. the visual of his now red and sensative tip resting just at your belly button made more cum dribble down his cock. "oh no, we can't let that go to waste."

you swiped your thumb up against his length, making sure to catch everything before you sucked it into your mouth, all the while looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

sunghoon couldn't help the deep, shuddering sigh that overtook him before his hands found purchase at the nape of your neck and yanked you down to claim your lips as his tongue met yours, not caring about his own taste.

he turned to lay down on his back, bringing you down with him. you made a noise of confusion when he pulled away and started pushing you up his body until you sat on his chest.

"i want to taste you, baby," he said as he pushed your shorts to the side and dragged you up further until you were right above him.

"honey no," you said as you fought to pull away. "i just wanted to make you feel good- ah-"

sunghoon just craned his head up to meet your pussy with one long lick from your entrance to your cute, twitchy clit. "and i want you to sit on my face."

"i don't want to hurt you, i've never-" you gasped as he pulled you back towards his eager mouth. "i've never been on top-"

at this he looked at you with the most perplexed look on his face. here you were looking like you just crawled out of his own sinful dreams, and you were meaning to tell him that no one's made you sit on their face before.

"baby, i want you to sit-" he said as he pulled on your thighs. "there's nothing more than i want. please, let me make you feel good."

you let out a shaky breath as you felt him nip at your left thigh before doing the same on your right. "are you sure?"

he huffed a small laugh and smiled up at you. "what man wouldn't want to spend the rest of the night making his girl feel good?"

you had a shy smile on your face and finally lowered yourself more to his waiting mouth, and he couldn't help but groan at your taste and pull you impossibly closer.

as the sounds of your moans flooded the room, he couldn’t even remember why he tried to deny you anymore. maybe he was the worst kind of friend, but that was a truth for another day.

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Returning home to an empty house is a luxury. The living room lamp casts a gentle ambient glow, creating tranquility that is nearly impossible to interrupt. Fatigue seeps into your limbs as you walk through your home in silence. When you pass the kitchen you spy a bright yellow sticky note fixed to the microwave sporting neatly written directions on how to reheat your dinner.

You can't help but smile subtly as you picture the faint furrow on his forehead when he discovers later that you disobeyed orders once more. You have to pick your battles for another day and continue your journey to your bedroom.

Behind the slightly open bedroom door, you can hear the TV humming. Warm and steady, the amber glow of your favorite salt lamp seeps into the hall. Mingi used to be the biggest tease about it, referring to it as "your little pink rock." But as your relationship progressed, he started flicking it on for you without even asking, reaching for that small comfort item the same way you did.

He is stretched out over the bed, face down, with one leg thrown over the tangled comforter and his face smashed into your pillow as though it were his.

Slipping into the bathroom, you start your shower. It's enough to lift some of the load of the day but it won't do anything to wake you up fully. By the time you finish, your boyfriend is still wrapped up in blankets and remains blissfully snoozing. He does slightly perk his head up when he hears you enter, barely managing to open his eyes.

Tenderly shutting the bathroom door, you say, “Go on back to bed, honey, I’ll be there in a minute.”

He softly lets out a sigh, rolls over onto his side, his soft, sleepy gaze following you as you put away your jewelry, and pad over to switch the TV off.

“How was your day?” he questions in a low, groggy tone from sleep.

"It was okay," you whispered, trying to match his quiet tone. You near the bed and kick off your slippers. "Long, but I'm so glad to be home."

Rolling onto his side, he automatically starts pulling back the comforter to make space for you as his arms slide under the blanket. The warmth of his body relaxes your back and with it, some of the tightness eases off. You exhale a long, content sigh at the comfort of your body against his.

He pecks the crown of your head, almost as a reflex. "I didn't hear you start the microwave. You know you need to eat."

You let out a soft chuckle at the tone of his voice. Despite having your back to him you can practically see the frown on his face. "I'm more tired than hungry right now, I don't want to risk the tummy ache."

His hand reaches for yours under the cover, long fingers crossing with yours as he rests your joined hands on your chest.

"You worry me sometimes," he says into your hair, his tone almost inaudible.

You press a kiss to your joined hands, "I know, honey. I'm fine, though, you take care of me plenty."

He hums and moves you to lie on your back so you can look up at his eyes. "Still. I just wish I could do more to ease the stress off your shoulders."

You can't help but melt at the pout on his face, his eyes struggling to stay open but fighting against sleep just to look back at you. "You do more than enough, trust me when I say that you are the reason I get through the day."

He smiles gently, eyes fluttering open. "You know, you're not supposed to steal my pick-up lines."

You laugh softly and turn to bury your face in his chest. "I learned from the best."

"True," he laughs gently, the movement from his chest slightly jostling you. A few seconds go by before he whispers, "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, I wish I were just here all day."

He kisses your hair again, his breathing starting to even out again. "Just quit your job and stay here with me then."

You can't help but snort. "Sure, I'll tell my manager that I've found my true calling, cuddling with my boyfriend."

Mingi smiles, his eyes already shut. "I could always write a strongly worded email."

"I know you would."

It's quiet for a moment before he whispers again, "I really love you, you know?"

Your heart does a dangerous flutter at the soft tone in his voice. "I know. I really love you, too."

By the time you finish speaking, there's already a soft snore escaping from Mingi's chest. You lightly shake your head, a soft smile on your lips as you press a kiss to his chest. It doesn't take you long to join him in slumber.

there were mountains of papers all spread across the dinner table were just staring back at you each with a larger number than the last. the notepad right beside your computer had multiple scribbles of numbers that just kept on adding up to a larger amount.

on your laptop, there was a screen open with your current bank statement, and it was simple knowledge that you would not be able to afford your expenses for the month.

hours were spent at work, wearing yourself thin only for it to not be enough. hours were spent trying to job hunt, thinking you more than met the qualifications listed, only to be told that someone else was chosen for the position.

it was hard to not feel the utter despair month after month.

all you could do was rub at your temples and close your eyes to try to ease the pressure you could feel from staring at the computer screen and crunching numbers all afternoon.

“are you alright honey?”

you slowly lift your head to see seungcheol standing in the dining room, holding his bag from his recent practice with the members. he was still dressed in his casual clothes, but you could see the weight of exhaustion pressing down on his shoulders.

“i’m alright, just tired,” you said, clearing your throat at its hoarseness. “it’s been a day.”

cheol let out a soft sigh, nodding as he pulled his chair from across the small table to sit directly next to you. he looked at all the papers, your notepad, and your laptop screen before you could feel his gaze on the side of your face.

“oh honey…”

his broad hand reached out to press against your upper back, and immediately you could feel the pressure building up behind your eyes, your face flushing.

“it’s okay! really! if i just start to cancel a membership or two, and i have plenty of books i could sell for some cash-”

you were frantic in your explanation, not being able to look at his soft eyes and the way his brow began to furrow. if anything, you could feel the weight of his stare.

“honey, hold on.” his tone was firm as he sought out your gaze. “let me help you.”

“no cheol, it’s okay. i’ll be okay,” the tone of your voice wavered. “work is offering me that new position soon, so that will help plenty-”

“they have been dangling that position over your head for the past two years,” he said as he turned your head towards him. the way his eyes softened immediately made your eyes water. “i hardly see you because you work all day, and i know my own work schedule can be turbulent but you work longer days than even i do.”

“well, it’s something that i have to do,” you couldn’t help but say defensively as the tears fully started to flow. “i have to work-”

he made a sound as he shushed you, and even then, his own eyes got glassy. he always seemed to mirror whatever you were feeling.

“honey, i want to help you. i always have. you have been the person cheering for me since the start of my dream, and there’s nothing more that i would love than doing the same for you. i wish i could remove all the stress from the world on your shoulders,” he said as he began to softly wipe the tears flowing on your cheeks. “i know that you want to continue working, and i am not taking that away from you, but let me help you. i have more than enough money to support the both of us. if you want to take some time off work to job search-”

“but cheol, i could never do that to you. the job market is shit right now so i wouldn't be able to find anything soon."

he made a small shush sound, softly shaking his head and softly cupping your face.

“listen,” he said gently, but firmly. “you aren’t making me do anything. we both agreed since day one that we were a team. i would never take away your independence, but me helping you is us being a team. this is our life, there is no reason as to why you should carry the weight of it alone.”

soft sobs were now shaking your shoulders, everything feeling heavier with the look of adoration in his eyes. 

“it’s just so hard to not feel like i’m failing when everyone is so much more ahead of me,” you whimpered. 

“honey, what you’re doing is far from failing. there is no set timeline as to where you need to be in your life because you are the one leading it. just let me in and let me be a part of it,” he whispered as he pulled you into his chest and began to rub soothing circles on your back.

the room was silent for the most part, other than your sniffles here and there. yet, he still held you tightly until you spoke first. 

“i love you so much”, you murmured into his collarbone. you pulled back just enough to be able to meet his eyes. “can we try to figure this out together?”

seungcheol let out a small hum of agreement. “i love you more, we’ll figure it all out together. i've got you, honey. i got you.”

he pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling you back in closer, and you let him. his embrace was the one steady thing that you had felt throughout all these weeks, and for the first time in a long time, you truly believed you didn’t have to do this alone.

in that moment, suddenly the amount of papers on the table didn’t seem so large and the numbers on your computer screen looked less daunting. all that mattered really was the fact that his embrace was there to carry the weight off your shoulders.