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Seungcheol sighs, and you know he kind of hates being the foreman with a crew of people he grew up with. Jeonghan doesn’t really respect Seungcheol as a boss, nor do Soonyoung and Seungkwan, who can be a hassle most of the time.

The only people who come to work, put their heads down, and do their jobs, are you and your roommate Mingyu.

The tall man stands on your right, and he nudges you as Jeonghan and Seungcheol get into an argument over wages. “Thanks for waking me up this morning.”

You’d felt like death when your alarm went off at 4 am, and when you realized Mingyu’s phone was blaring right next to his head but he was sleeping through it, you’d been forced to shake him into consciousness… which had taken at least five harsh pushes of his broad shoulders.

It’s 5 am now, and you don’t feel amazing, but you don’t feel as bad as you did an hour ago.

This summer has been exceptionally hot, so being outside in the cool air while the sun starts to rise over the horizon is kind of special. No one else is awake, the roads were clear, and part of you is kind of excited about the idea of working in the morning, getting a midday nap, then going back to work for another four hours.

You’ll get through this, you’re sure of it.

After all, it’s just one week.

Two:

You know the moment you step into your apartment that something is wrong. Usually in the summer, Mingyu and you choose to keep the apartment at a nice 20 degrees Celsius (68 Fahrenheit)... but this is not the usual temperature.

“Did you forget to turn on the AC?” you ask, hot and bothered from working and now even hotter and more bothered with annoyance.

“I never turned it off last night,” Mingyu responds, clearly dumbfounded as you both throw down your work gear and head to the thermostat.

“Wait, it’s not on,” you say, puzzled as you hit the power button.

The thermostat that controls the air conditioner does not turn on.

“Are you pushing it?” Mingyu questions.

“Of course I’m pushing it!” you snap, feeling bad almost immediately at your short fuse, but the anxiety is creeping in. “Mingyu, you try,” you insist.

He presses the power button, but the screen remains blank.

“Is it broken?” he asks.

You feel like you can’t breathe, and your body is covered in dirt from working landscaping, your shirt still damp from sweat. You feel uncomfortable already, and this thermostat issue is not helping. “I’m having a shower then I’ll call the landlord,” you decide.

“I’ll keep fiddling with it,” Mingyu responds. “Maybe one of the wires is messed up.”

He’s in school part-time to get his electrician’s certification, and you hope to God as you head to the one shared bathroom that this is a wiring issue. You run the water cold in the shower, wincing a little at the temperature, but you’re determined to completely cool yourself off if the thermostat is indeed broken.

You can’t even imagine what today - what this week - will look like if your air conditioner has decided to die on you. 

Ten minutes later, you’re exiting the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body, your hair still damp with cold water and refreshing you as you walk through the already warming apartment.

You notice as you call your building manager that Mingyu has closed all the blinds, which is a start to keep out the heat.

As you talk with the building manager, he explains that this isn’t an issue anyone else has been having yet, so it must be specific to your unit. He’s an older man, to fit the older building the two of you have lived in since you started college five years ago. You’ve been through a lot living here, and your building manager has never been helpful.

“I’ll send someone to come look at it, but they might not be able to get there until Thursday, our usual handyman is on vacation,” your building manager explains.

“What?” you gasp, locking eyes with Mingyu. “But it’s a Monday and a heat wave! We can’t wait until Thursday!”

“Then call someone else,” your building manager says simply.

With a groan, you hang up on him. “Mingyu, do we know anyone who works with air conditioners?

He looks as at a loss as you feel, and after half an hour of calling Seungcheol, asking around, and looking up the company that supplies the air conditioner and thermostat, you’re dismayed to realize that every person who works on air conditioners and thermostats is already booked up for the week. One man offered to come as an ‘emergency favour’, but he wanted to charge you five hundred dollars just to look at the issue, not even for the work, which you can only assume would also be severely inflated when the bill finally came.

You collapse on the couch with Mingyu. “What do we do?”

“I think… we try to ride it out,” he sighs.

“Mingyu, we’re a south-facing unit. We get full sun all day.”

“I know.” He lets out another deep breath. “Maybe we can try to get some rest and sleep through the worst of it?”

“I mean… we can give it a try.”

Three:

You had woken up not three hours into your nap with your skin covered in sweat and your shirt sticking uncomfortably to your body. Try as you might to fall back to sleep, you simply couldn’t, and with a sigh, you’d gotten up to go to the kitchen, which is where you found Mingyu standing with an ice pack on his neck.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” he had asked.

After a brief debate, you had called Seungcheol, and he had invited you to come siesta at his apartment where he has a private building pool as part of the amenities list.

So here you are, the only two people braving the heat just in order to submerge yourself in water that had gone from cold to lukewarm within an hour.

“Isn’t the pool supposed to be temperature controlled?” you ask, adjusting the hat on your head to shade more of your sunscreen covered skin.

“Supposed to be.” Mingyu groans, his shoulders already turning pink despite all the protection he’d lathered onto his body. “This week is going to be Hell.”

You agree with him, and while you’re staring at the sunburn developing on his broad shoulders, you feel the heat making your mind fuzzy. You can’t pull your eyes away from his body, how chiselled he is. The way his perfect muscles ripple along his chest and biceps…

Working in landscaping this summer has done wonders for him, not that he wasn’t jacked already.

You and Mingyu had met as children in first grade, and you’ve been best friends ever since.

Sure, you know that objectively he’s extremely attractive, but he’s the best friend someone could ever ask for, so you’ve held yourself back all of these years in the hopes of keeping him by your side in any capacity.

“What are you looking at?” Mingyu asks, pulling your attention from his form.

Your skin heats up even more, and you submerge yourself all the way to your neck in the water. “Your shoulders are burning,” you tell him, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Fuck.”

Four:

“Okay, so the building manager is sending the repair guy on Thursday,” you sigh as you exit Mingyu’s truck at the fifth hardware store in search of a portable air conditioner.

The parking lot is black asphalt, and it has this distinct smell of petroleum perfuming the scorching air. It’s so hot that the road is fucking offgassing, and it makes your nose scrunch up as you and Mingyu hurry into the store. 

As soon as you’re through the doors, you’re hit with the cooling AC, and it makes you both groan a sigh of relief.

You navigate to the portable air conditioners aisle, and you’re shocked to find the shelves empty, which is when Mingyu waves over a worker in an orange apron.

“Excuse me, sir,” he smiles. “Are there any portable air conditioners left?”

“Unfortunately we’re sold out,” the man frowns.

“Okay, I understand, but this is the fifth store we’ve been to,” you say, voice choking a little as defeat washes over you. “Everywhere is empty on portable air conditioners, and the last place said you might have some in stock.”

“Sorry, miss,” the man says, turning his attention to you. “We have full air conditioners, not the portable kind, and we could have someone drop it off and install it in two days if you’re interested.”

Two days from now is Thursday, which is when your handyman is coming to look at your thermostat and air conditioner anyways. Besides which, you can’t afford to buy a completely new air conditioner.

You let out a groan, and Mingyu is quick to smooth things over. “Sorry for her, our AC broke yesterday morning, and no one is willing to come out and look at it. We’ve been driving around all afternoon and nowhere has any portable units. Is it possible you could show me on the computer if any of the other locations of your store have any in stock?”

You can’t believe Mingyu is keeping his cool, and you walk around like a zombie as he chats with the sales rep. After a while, he comes back, shaking his head, and you plop down onto a piece of promotional outdoor furniture.

“What now?” you ask.

“Now,” Mingyu sighs, sitting down next to you, “we walk through the aisles here, and kill some time before we have to go to work again at 5 pm. At least they have air conditioning here.” 

Five:

It’s night two, and try as you might to open all the doors and windows, the air outside isn’t even that cool. You have a wet cloth on your chest, but the droplets are gliding down your skin to your sheets and making damp spots that annoy you as you toss and turn.

The irritation is palpable, and from the irritation comes a need for distraction. 

You flip onto your back in annoyance, staring at the ceiling and imagining Mingyu in the pool. You feel dirty even considering your best friend in a sexual light, but fuck it, you can’t help yourself. Every muscle in your body feels tight and wound up, and for the first time in two days, you feel a touch of relief as your own hand glides down your stomach, under your thin sleeping shorts, and makes contact with your core.

God, your pussy is hot, your fingers are hot- 

You groan a little, throwing your head back and adjusting the wet cloth to put it over your face, hoping to muffle your sounds a little and cool the skin of your burning cheeks.

Rubbing your clit distracts you from the heat if you focus hard enough, so you put all of your energy into that. You feel yourself start to relax a little, but you’re sweating where your forearm is resting along your hip. 

You can only get yourself so close to the edge without getting annoyed, so you pull your hand from your shorts with a sigh of frustration.

You lie there for a couple of minutes, and then you furiously get out of bed, stomping to your door to head to the kitchen.

You raid the freezer, finding some ice, and you plop a cube into your mouth while you begin to drag another across your body, groaning a little at the feeling of cold water dripping down your skin as the ice melts from the heat of you.

This could work… but it would be a mess, especially if you took it to your bedroom. Would the hardwood floors ever recover from multiple drip spots?

Another groan of annoyance has you collecting a bowl of ice and taking it to the tiled bathroom, where you sit on the edge of the tub and start rubbing your skin again in the dark.

You just feel oversensitized, and the shitty light in the bathroom wouldn’t do you any favours, so you relish the darkness, where you slowly find reprieve through the ice you drag across your body.

You tease your collarbones, enjoying the way that water drips down the front of your shirt, tantalizing your nipples and making them pebble.

You throw your head back, drawing the ice along your neck as more beads of water cascade down the front of your shirt, like dripping diamonds from an expensive necklace.

That’s when the door creaks open and you jump.

“Oh,” Mingyu stops. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here… what are you doing in here in the dark?” 

“Don’t turn the light on-”

It’s too late, he’s already flipping the switch, and then your best friend is staring at you sitting on the edge of the tub, your white tank top wet and clinging to your chest where your pebbled nipples press against the fabric.

“I’m just trying to cool off,” you explain, quickly covering your chest and choking on the ice cube that you still have in your mouth.

“Why don’t you have a cold shower?”

“I was working up to it,” you sigh with annoyance.

“And why are the lights off?”

“I’m overstimulated!” 

“Am I asking too many questions?”

“Yes!” you blurt out.

Mingyu stares at you, and you notice the way he swallows thickly. You see his gaze dip a little toward your chest, and your skin heats all over. 

Is he… checking you out?

You know the heat is making you feel some kind of way, but is it affecting him too? 

Mingyu turns off the lights again. “I uh… I should leave you alone.”

“I mean, did you need to use the bathroom?” you ask, not wanting him to go just yet.

“I was considering a cold shower,” Mingyu admits sheepishly.

Your muscles tighten, and you feel very much like a cat waiting to pounce. Is now the time to rip the band-aid off? You’ve spent years holding in your attraction to your best friend… is a heatwave the time to express yourself? When tensions are as high as the nonexistent temperature on your stupid fucking broken ass thermostat? 

“Mingyu?” you ask.

“Yes?” His response is quick, too quick, and you notice the way he’s fidgeting, his eyes fixed on yours as if he wants to look elsewhere - perhaps down at your chest - but is trying very hard to fight the urge.

“Maybe… we should have a cold shower together,” you tell him, your entire body heating up again despite the cold ice cube wedged in your cheek.

“Together?” he chokes out.

“Listen, maybe it’s the heat making me… irritated, but I just… I can’t pretend right now that I’m not attracted to you. And I know you’re my best friend, you’re my best friend in the entire world, and I know this jeopardizes that, but fuck, I’m so hot, and you’re so hot, and fuck it, maybe we should give this a shot.”

The words come out of you before you can stop them, a jumbled mess. All of your emotions have just been poured out to your best friend, and all he can do is stand there and stare at you.

“You think I’m hot?” he asks after a beat of silence.

“I have eyes, Gyu,” you laugh.

He fidgets. “Why did you never say anything?” 

“I didn’t want to wreck our friendship, and… based on how you’re reacting, now I’m getting scared,” you cough awkwardly.

“Don’t be scared,” Mingyu tells you, letting out a sigh and running a hand through his hair. “I just… I wish one of us would have spoken up sooner.”

“Huh?” You gape at him in shock.

“You were my first crush, when we met on the playground when we were like six,” Mingyu admits, and even in the dim light of the bathroom, you can see his ears turning red. “And then we became friends and I realized you were also the best person I knew, so I just… never said anything, and was happy to be just friends.”

“I was your first crush?” you squeak.

“It sounds kind of lame,” he says awkwardly.

“Mingyu, you were my first crush, too. Have we both been into each other this whole time but holding back for the sake of friendship?” Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, and you stare up at your big best friend. “Are we both stupid or something?”

You can’t help but laugh, and he joins you with a chuckle of his own. “I think we’re both just cautious and respectful, that’s not a bad thing.”

“So… you’ll have a cold shower with me?” you grin, standing up, and swallowing the tiny shard of ice that was still in your mouth.

“I’ll do more than just shower with you, if you want,” Mingyu responds, swallowing thickly.

You hold out your hands for him, and Mingyu lets you tug him toward you. He looks down at you, and in the shade of the bathroom, you can still see the apprehension, the longing, in his expression. 

“Kiss me,” you whisper, reaching up to cup his face.

His cheek is warm, and Mingyu lets out a sigh, pressing against your palm, which is when you realize this is the hand you’d been dragging ice across your body with, so your skin must be cooler and nice against his hot form.

You watch his tongue dip out to wet his lips, and then he leans forward, closing the minuscule distance that’s kept you from each other for so many years.

Mingyu releases a groan immediately, and it’s as if the flood gates burst open. Suddenly, you’re both all over each other, tongues fighting, hands grabbing.

All of the lust that has built up for your best friend comes crashing down on you, filling your body with a fire that rivals that of the heatwave.

His hands find your bare thighs, and he lifts you up, forcing your legs around his hips while he kisses you desperately.

God, the sounds he’s making go straight to your throbbing core, and you clutch onto his shoulders. He sets you down on the sink vanity, and you keep your legs wrapped around him, unwilling to let go despite the heat that is beginning to rise between your forms.

You sense Mingyu reaching for something, and when something cold makes contact with your collar bone, you realize he’d seen your bowl of ice. He traces it along your body, making you sigh with relief, your head tilting back to give him more access.

Then, Mingyu does something unexpected, he puts a piece of ice between his lips too, and uses that to drag along your throat. You gasp at how good it feels, threading your fingers through his hair to keep his head close to your neck, where he continues to stimulate you.

Meanwhile, his hand drags the ice down, and the water droplets it leaves in its wake drip down your shirt.

Your nipples are pebbled again, and you arch your back, pushing your chest toward your best friend. 

Mingyu reads you like the back of his hand, and he tugs down your tank top, finally exposing your breasts.

He drags the ice along your nipple, circling it and making you whine desperately.

Mingyu groans as he continues on your throat, but the ice in his mouth is small enough now that he sucks it into his own cheek, his cool lips now pressing kisses along your neck. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, grabbing at his own shirt, which he allows you to tug off of him.

The brief moment where you separate to remove the fabric has your desperation going into overdrive, and you immediately latch onto each other again, your lips meeting in a fiery kiss whose flames are muted by the ice still in his mouth.

Fuck it feels good to be kissing cool lips, and the contrast of hot and cold has your core getting wetter by the second.

Mingyu continues to fondle your breasts, and you moan against his lips, beginning to wiggle your hips as an invitation.

Just like every other time he’s read your mind through your wordless motions, Mingyu pulls away, gasping.

Then, with his eyes locked on yours, he sinks to his knees against the tiled bathroom floor.

With one rough tug, he tears your sleeping shorts off your body, so now the only thing covering your form is your thin white tank top.

You stare down at him, heart racing at the view as he begins to kiss up your legs with cold lips.

When his mouth reaches your core, you begin to pant from the feeling of his breath on your most sensitive area. Then, Mingyu licks your pussy, and your entire body surges with pleasure.

You throw your head back, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair, anchoring him to your core.

Mingyu clearly doesn’t mind your somewhat forceful motions, and he groans as he dives in to eating you out.

He’s always been a foodie, but you didn’t realize his love for eating would be applicable in the bedroom - or bathroom in this case - as well. 

“Holy shit,” you gasp when he begins to suck on your clit, his cold tongue flicking your sensitive bud deliciously.

It’s been a long time since you had sex. You had tried dating once or twice throughout high school and university, but it was always made impossible due to your need to compare every romantic partner to Mingyu. Your best friend has always treated you so well that no man has ever been able to stand next to him in that way, and now, you realize no man has ever eaten you out like this either.

It’s yet another mark on Mingyu’s resume of being the best man you’ve ever met, and it makes your heart swell as your best friend eats you out like his life depends on it.

“I’m close,” you whimper, panting as your muscles tighten.

Mingyu’s fingers grip your thighs tighter, and he sucks on your clit with even more fervour. You can feel sweat beginning to accumulate on your clavicle, but there’s something so erotic about having sex with your best friend for the first time during a hot and sticky heatwave.

“Fuck, fuck-” you bite at your lip, hardly able to contain your whimpers as you tip over the edge. Your pussy throbs desperately, clinging around nothing while Mingyu laps you through your high.

Your toes curl from the intensity of it, your body shaking as your muscles scream at you to pull away from this mind numbing pleasure, but you refuse to push Mingyu away, you want the full sensation of him, after all, it took you both long enough to get to this situation.

You’re gasping when Mingyu finally pulls away, and he stands up, looking down at you.

“Cold shower?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. 

He reaches for his shorts, and you reach for your shirt. A moment later, you’re both fully naked, and one look at you has Mingyu practically growling. He’s on you again before you can blink, his lips hot and desperate against yours.

Your thighs wrap around his hips, and your hand sneaks down to grab his cock, which you can feel is aching in your palm.

“Fuck me,” you tell him, biting at his bottom lip as you line him up with your wet hole. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Mingyu groans, panting as he rests his forehead against your own. Then, with one motion, he slowly begins to slide into you.

You gasp at the stretch, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep yourself steady while your body tries to acquiesce to such a massive cock.

“If it’s too much-” he chokes.

“No, push it all the way in, fuck, I need you so bad,” you whimper, on the verge of tears from all the emotions flooding through you.

“Okay.” He nods, swallowing a lump in his throat as he slowly sinks all the way into you.

You both groan when he’s fully sheathed, and you pull his lips to yours again, letting him eat up your sounds of pleasure.

Mingyu wraps an arm around your lower back, one hand finding your thigh, and then he lifts you off the sink vanity, carrying you to the shower while balls deep in your aching core.

Even amidst the kisses, he’s able to turn the water on, and after testing it with his fingers, he steps into the enclosed space, holding you tight to his burning body.

You let out a squeal when the cold water hits your form, but within seconds, it’s a welcome reprieve. The shower is a contrast to Mingyu’s body, which radiates heat as you kiss, and he presses you back against the tiled wall, which also helps cool you down.

He pins you in a way that makes it easy to use leverage, and then, he begins to thrust.

You can feel your pussy stretching with each motion, and you are unable to hold in your whines and moans as he fucks you. You can see him losing control, and you can feel it in the way his thrusts become erratic, as if he’s chasing a feeling he never thought he’d be able to obtain.

You thread your fingers through his hair, gasping when his lips make contact with your throat.

“Feels so good, Gyu,” you whimper.

He groans in response, and you realize he has a thing for praise.

“Fucking me so fucking good,” you continue, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of pleasure already beginning to bubble up inside of your core again.

“I love your sounds,” Mingyu moans, his lips moving to your ear where he sucks your lobe between hot lips. 

You release a whimper, clinging desperately to his shoulders.

“This is better than I ever imagined,” he admits, and there’s a hint of vulnerability in his tone that makes your core tighten around him. “You have no idea.. How long… how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Me too, Gyu,” you assure him, nuzzling against his cheek to prompt him to pull back and look at you. “And now, we never have to go back to holding ourselves away from each other. We can do this as much as we want.”

Mingyu’s lips part, his thrusts faltering slightly, and then he pulls out of you, setting you on the slippery shower floor and turning you so your back is to his chest.

“There’s always something I’ve wanted to try,” Mingyu groans in your ear, and he grabs the removable handheld shower head he’d installed two years back. He pushes you slightly over, entering you from behind, and then his free arm braces across your chest to keep you standing while he brings the shower head to your clit.

The cold water stimulates your sensitive bud, making you cry out and grasp his forearm like an anchor keeping you standing.

“Feels good, baby?” he asks, his breath ghosting past your ear and making you shiver as cold water droplets drip down your body.

“So good, Gyu,” you cry out, your eyes clenching shut when he begins to fuck you again, using the shower head as a type of vibrating water pressure tool on your clit.

“I only ever want to make you feel good,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your throat.

Your body jolts, your core tightening, and you can’t find the words to tell him you’re close to an orgasm, but you don’t have to. His pace increases, his moans getting louder in your ear, and the two of you are so in tune with each other, that the moment your pussy clamps down on his cock, your orgasm ravaging through your body, you feel him reach his release as well.

The two of you cum together, gasping and clutching at one another, the cool water unrelenting on your aching, hot core.

It’s the best, most unexpected and imaginative orgasm you’ve ever had, and it makes your legs feel like jelly as Mingyu finally stops thrusting.

The two of you are panting in the dark shower, and his grip on you in the only thing keeping you upright.

“Here,” Mingyu says, swallowing a lump in his throat as he slowly pulls out of you.

Your legs continue to shake, and he holds you while he uses the shower head to wash you off, any fluid remnants remaining in your body washing down the drain as he carefully provides aftercare.

You can’t find words yet, so you simply let him take care of you, helping you out of the shower once you’re both clean so he can wrap a towel around your form.

He even carries you back to your room once he’s dried you off, and you collapse onto the bed. Curling up against his chest makes you realize you’re both sufficiently cooled from the shower, his skin a pleasant temperature as you cuddle close.

Mingyu strokes your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head while you find your voice.

“Gyu?” you ask finally.

“Yeah?”

“Is it too early to say I love you?”

He laughs. “No, because I love you too.”

“Thank fucking God,” you chuckle, and with that, you doze off into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had since the start of this whole ‘curse of Mother nature’ heat wave fiasco. You’re at peace knowing that this feels right, there’s no apprehension, no risk of the two of you losing each other.

You can be with your best friend, fully, the way you’ve always wanted to be with him, and all it took was a once-in-ten-years, global warming meets bullshit old air conditioner.  

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You’d finally expressed your deepest feelings to Mingyu during a heatwave, so when you begin to plan your honeymoon in the wake of an engagement, it feels counterintuitive to choose somewhere tropical.

You’ve both grown a slight disdain for locations that are simply too hot, and there’s something charming about the winter wonderland cold destination honeymoons you look up online.

“Are you guys seriously going to fucking Norway for your Honeymoon?” Seungcheol asks one day while you drink and hangout in his apartment.

“Norway, Sweden, and Finland,” Mingyu corrects. 

“Think Northern Lights, igloos, dog sledding, that sort of thing,” you chime in with a grin, cuddling closer to your official boyfriend of four years.

“Sounds horrible,” Soonyoung groans. “I’d much rather go to Bora Bora or something.”

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Frat boy! Joshua, who doesn't leave you alone after that. Pulling you to him, your bodies moving with the music that pulses in the living room. Bodies similar to yours and Joshua sway and grind, but all you can focus on is his hands on your hips, his mouth next to your ear, his breath hot against your neck as you hold onto his shoulder for stability.

Frat boy! Joshua, who waves off his frat brother!Soonyoung who tries to invite him to be his partner in beer pong against Seungcheol and Mingyu. Instead, Joshua is pulling you onto his lap, both of you sitting on a couch that was pushed into a far corner of the living room to make room for people to dance.

Frat boy! Joshua, who can't help himself. His hands slide over the dips and curves of your body, his lips pressing addictive kisses up your neck as you straddle his lap. You can feel his hard-on underneath you, his hips pressing up into you firmly as you tilt your head back in pleasure.

Frat boy! Joshua, who holds your hand tightly as he guides you through the kitchen. Vernon is leaning against the kitchen counter, red solo cup in hand, eyes intently focused on what Seungkwan babbles about while making his own drink.

Fray boy! Joshua leads you to the second floor. The music still reverberates so loudly, the walls vibrate. But when Joshua gets you into his room, the door closes behind him. It's like it's just the two of you, the world fading out around you.

Frat boy! Joshua, who pins you to the door, his lips immediately pressing into yours. He swallows the moans you let out, his hands already working their way under your shirt. His tongue doesn't leave one part of your mouth unexplored, groaning as you use the leg he pressed between your thighs to rut against desperately.

Frat boy! Joshua, who kisses down your throat, licking and sucking his way down to mark any skin exposed to him. His teeth left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "So pretty, moaning f'me." He hums before his fingers unclasp your bra, letting it fall off of you.

Frat boy! Joshua, who curses, eyes practically heart-shaped as he looks at you. His mouth immediately latches onto one of your breasts, tongue swirling around your nipple as his hand cups the other one. He relishes the cute gasps and moans you whine, trapped between him and the door still.

Frat boy! Joshua, who gets down onto his knees. His lips are kiss-bitten, hair disheveled from your hands. "Let me have a taste, pretty." His fingers dip into your jeans, dragging the denim down your legs, and leave you in just your panties.

Frat boy! Joshua, whose cock twitches in his pants, his eyes zeroing in on the damp spot between your thighs. Your panties are sticking to your drooling cunt like a second skin. His eyes meet yours, your eyes already hazy, "this all f'me?" He asks, and you're nodding your head, thighs squeezing together.

Frat boy! Joshua, who clicks his tongue against his teeth, hands moving to your plush thighs, spreading them back open. "No, no hiding, baby. Want to see all of ya." And then he's diving in, his tongue lying flat against your drenched panties, licking a broad stripe up until the tip of his tongue catches on your sensitive clit.

Frat boy! Joshua, who gets to hear the obscene mewl leave your pretty lips, your hands going to his hair to bring him closer to your weeping pussy. "Please, please-" you beg, hiccupping as he moves up, teeth biting into the hem of your panties because you don't need to tell him twice. His mouth drags your panties down your legs in one quick movement.

Frat boy! Joshua, who tucks your ruined panties in his pocket for later, making sure you don't notice by bringing one of your legs over his shoulder. He flashes you a wicked grin, placing his lips on your inner thigh and sucking a dark mark on your skin for you to find later. Your fingers twist in his hair more, your head spinning, "Don't tease, please."

Frat boy! Joshua, who coos at your cute little whines. His hands grab a fistful of your ass as he meets your eyes. "You're going to ride my face, pretty. You better make it extra wet," and then he's diving in nose first. His mouth drops open, tongue licking up your slobbering wet folds, groaning at your sweet taste as his nose presses firmly against your puffy clit.

Frat boy! Joshua, who moves one hand on your thigh to keep you steady as his other hand moves down his own body. Your sweet moans make him groan against your sopping cunt. He's wrapping a hand around his cock through his jeans, so turned on he's twitching in his own grasp as your hips buck and roll following his orders.

You're riding his face, eyes crossing as his tongue circles your entrance, before plunging his thick, wet muscle as deeply as he can into your pussy.

Frat boy! Joshua, who drinks you up like a man who hasn't drunk water in years. His head shaking left and right, dragging his nose on your clit as he thrusts in and out of your dripping hole. Your sweet juices flow endlessly, splashing onto his mouth as you press his face even closer between your thighs. "O-oh fuck, right there, right there!" Your tongue feels heavy, lolling out as the knot in your stomach twists tighter.

Your hips buck, squirming as he keeps you pinned against the door. It's filthy to be completely naked while he's still fully clothed. His hand is squeezing his cock through his jeans as you ride his face faster.

Frat boy! Joshua, who groans loudly, he wants you to suffocate him between your thighs. Your pussy tastes like heaven, he can't get enough, can't reach deep enough. His fingers dig into the meaty part of your thigh as he lets go of his cock to bring them back up.

Frat boy! Joshua moves his head higher, slicked wet lips wrapping around your clit, sucking deeply as his pointer finger and middle finger slip into your slobbering pussy. When he sucks, your body shakes, a loud, keen shrieking out of your mouth as he thrusts knuckle deep.

Frat boy! Joshua, who takes great pleasure from the way your gummy walls suck his fingers in each time he pulls back. He spreads them, stretching you open as your arousal drips down to his wrist.

Frat boy! Joshua's room fills with the squelches of your greedy pussy and your moans mixing with his. His tongue swirls and licks his name on your clit, and you're a mess. You're making the most lewd face for him, babbling that it feels so good. His name sounds like a prayer as you chant it over and over again.

Frat boy! Joshua adds his ring finger; he is already wearing a ring on it, and it stretches you even more. The cold metal makes your walls flutter around his fingers, and he's back to slurping all your sweet juices, tongue-teasing licks around where he's got you full of his long fingers.

Frat boy! Joshua curls his fingers, searching for that one spot he knows will make you fall apart. His thrusts push his fingers deeper with each hard jab. "C'mon, ride my fingers, pretty-" and then he brushes your g-spot.

Frat boy! Joshua, who watches stars form in your eyes as you let out a cute 'oh, oh, oooh!' Your hips are bucking as you do as he says. His fingers press the soft spot inside with each thrust, his tongue licking back up to your clit. He knows you're right there, your walls clenching around his fingers harder and harder.

Frat boy! Joshua wraps his lips around your puffy clit, sucking hard as the tip of his tongue flicks over it again and again. Your vision flashes white, your scream broken as hot white pleasure zaps through your body. Your legs shake, and you would give out completely if he weren't already holding you by your hip.

Frat boy! Joshua, who can't get enough of your pussy. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, jaw hanging open to slurp and suck as you ride his face sloppily through your orgasm. His nose tap, taps, tapping your oversensitive clit as he licks you clean.

Frat boy! Joshua, who looks like absolute sin as he finally lets go of your pussy with a wet 'plop'. His eyes meet yours, and he looks even more fucked out than you. His hair is messy, the bottom half of his face soaked in your sweet juices, lips puffy. His eyes are half-lidded when he keeps eye contact with you, tongue licking his lips clean. "Mm, sweet."

-

A/N: Frat boy! Seventeen supremacy

You’re not used to being touched like this.

Not with this much patience. Not with this kind of intent.

Jeonghan sits behind you on his bed, his chest warm against your back, one arm curled loosely around your waist. He’s been like this for almost an hour now—soft kisses trailing from your shoulder to your neck, fingertips exploring but never rushing. You’re practically squirming in his lap, breath shivering every time he exhales near your ear.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, voice silk-wrapped. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nod. You’ve nodded so many times now, you’ve forgotten how to speak. Your thighs tremble as his fingers graze just barely over your clothed core again, featherlight. It aches. You ache. But every time your hips roll forward—seeking friction, something more—Jeonghan just hums and pulls back.

“Not yet,” he whispers.

Your hands fist in the sheets. You feel like you're on the edge of something endless, a cliff you’ve been circling without ever falling. And he’s watching you unravel with that quiet, devastating gaze of his.

“You want to come?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know the answer. His lips drag along your shoulder. “I can feel how badly you want it.”

You nod again—more desperate this time.

“Say it,” he says softly. “Say it out loud. Tell me.”

“I—” You swallow. “I want to… I want to come, Hannie.”

He lets out a pleased little sound and rewards you with a firmer stroke—just once—and your whole body jolts.

“But that’s not what tonight’s about, is it?” he says, low and near your ear now, guiding your hips back down to rest against him. “Tonight’s about learning. Feeling. Knowing you don’t have to rush.”

Your heart pounds. “But it hurts.”

“I know,” he coos. “That’s how you know it’s working. You’re learning how your body talks to mine. You’ve never let anyone take care of you like this before, right?”

You shake your head. “No.”

His arms tighten. “Then let me.”

He leans you back against him again, and his hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties. This time he touches you properly—slow circles that make you keen—and just when your thighs start to tense, right when your body starts to climb—

He stops.

You cry out, breathless, hips stuttering. “Jeonghan—!”

“Shh,” he soothes, turning your face to kiss you gently, sweetly. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

His voice is soft, almost reverent. “You’ll come when I say you’re ready. When you’ve felt everything first. And when you do…” He smiles against your cheek. “It’s going to ruin you.”

His fingers slide between your folds again, dragging through slick that feels endless—your body’s been begging, building, burning for him all night.

“Jeonghan—” you gasp, barely holding on, “please—don’t stop again—please—”

He hums, low and thoughtful. “You think you’ve earned it?”

You nod frantically, hips twitching. “Yes, yes—I did everything—I waited, I—”

He cuts off your plea with a kiss—deep, slow, filled with something soothing—and finally, finally, presses down with firm, steady circles. Your moan catches in your throat, your spine arching as the pressure crests higher, higher, no more teasing, no more cruel mercy—

“That’s it,” he whispers, mouth brushing your jaw. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”

You do.

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave—sudden, overwhelming, hot. You cry out his name, shaking in his arms as he keeps working you through it, fingers gentle but insistent, not stopping until you're sobbing through aftershocks, boneless in his lap. Your hips stutter forward, then fall limp.

And behind you—you feel it.

A shuddered breath against your shoulder. A low, guttural moan.

“Hah—fuck—” Jeonghan’s hips jerk once, twice behind you. You realize belatedly that he never even touched himself.

Then warmth splashes across your lower back. His release, hot and heavy, painting your skin.

You gasp—utterly stunned—and twist in his lap to look at him.

His face is flushed, lips parted, eyes wrecked as they meet yours. He looks dazed. Beautiful. His hands still cradle you like you’re breakable.

“You—” you start, breathless, “You came?”

He lets out a soft laugh, sheepish and unrepentant. “Couldn’t help it,” he murmurs. “You’re too fucking pretty like this.”

You blink at him. “But you didn’t even—”

He leans in and kisses you slow. “Didn’t need to. Watching you fall apart for me? Hearing you beg, feeling your body tighten like that…”

Another kiss—deeper this time. Possessive.

“That’s all it took.”

You can’t stop the blush that blooms under your skin. “You really didn’t… touch yourself? At all?”

He grins. “Not even once.”

You feel the heat pool in your stomach again. “Jeonghan…”

His hand cups your cheek, tender and firm. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says softly. “Next time… you’ll ride me properly. I’ll show you everything.”

And when you whimper, overwhelmed and already throbbing again, he only chuckles against your ear.

Jeonghan pads toward you with a freshly washed face, clad in his (and your) favorite hoodie. He must have gotten home not too long ago. Still late, but you suppose those are the demands of corporate life. Yours aren’t much better.

“Hi,” you say, tiredly.

He smiles warmly, allowing you to melt into his embrace. “Long day?”

“The longest.” You take in a deep breath. The scent of his face wash, his thumb brushing against your shoulder — they all hit you at once, and you welcome them. “I love my job, I really do, but…”

Jeonghan waits for you to finish your thought, patient as always. When you don’t, he merely nods and guides you to the sofa.

“It’s okay,” he assures you. “Sometimes things can become a challenge for a while. Even things you know that you love.”

You peer up at him, head resting on his shoulder. “Am I a challenge?”

“No, honey,” he chuckles, before pressing a soft kiss into your hair. “You make it the easiest thing in the world, to love you.”

“Even when I get all difficult and testy because I can’t sketch a warbler’s wing from memory?”

Jeonghan smiles. “Even then.”

You hum softly at this answer, tucking yourself even closer into your husband’s side. He shifts so you can make yourself more comfortable — you should go wash up and change, but you can’t bring yourself to get up just yet.

“What did you do today?”

“Hm?”

“If you talk about it, it might help you feel a bit better,” he reasons.

And he’s right. He only suggests this because he knows you, because you’ve been married seven years and he files away every single thing he’s ever learned about the kind of person you are.

“I taught a class,” you begin softly. “Intro to Ornithology. Just one lecture today, but it felt like it went on forever and ever.”

“Were the kids paying attention?”

“Thankfully.”

He laughs softly. “Do you still check that professor rating website?”

You snort at that. “I’m way past that now. If they hate me, they hate me. I just want them to learn things wholeheartedly and keep the lessons with them, you know.”

Jeonghan kisses the side of your forehead this time. His silent affection makes you feel like all the problems you’ve got in the world are far, far away.

“They’re lucky to have you,” he says truthfully. “Not many educators are so passionate about what they do.”

“I hope they think as highly of me as you do, then.”

You reach up to finally press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. Light, tender, warm. He smiles into it, his palm fanning over your thigh.

“Teach me something you taught them today,” he murmurs, a slightly playful edge to his voice. “Enlighten me, my love.”

You straighten then, facing him. Under the dim lights of your apartment you nearly forget what you were about to say, mind going blank as you take a moment to appreciate your husband’s gorgeous features. The gentlest eyes, the softest voice, the mischievous sparkle that is so uniquely his — a sight for sore eyes.

“We talked about flight and feathers yesterday,” you recount, shifting in your spot. “Different patterns in different species.”

“Mhm.”

“Did you know double-crested cormorants can dive up to thirty feet underwater? Their feathers don’t have the same oils as ducks and gulls. They’re not even waterfowl, actually. They’re more related to gannets and herons and the like.”

You’re straddling him now, knees on either side of his legs and your lips mere inches from his. Jeonghan is staring up at you all starry-eyed and enamored.

“You are so sexy when you talk biology,” he breathes.

This draws a sharp laugh out of your throat, just as your fingers curl into the collar of his hoodie and you pull him impossibly close. His large hands come up to rest on your hips, steadying you as he nips gently at your bottom lip.

“Go on,” he urges when you finally part for air.

His mouth trails down to your jaw, your neck, and finally your exposed collarbone, where he places a reverent kiss that makes your mind go blank.

“Yeah. Um—” A soft whine leaves your throat as Jeonghan’s teeth graze your pulse point, but his firm grasp on your waist is a reminder to stay focused. “There’s protein, in— in feathers. Keratin. The stuff in our hair. And nails.”

He smiles against your neck. “A little distracted, aren’t you, honey?”

“Jeonghan,” you sigh, keening under his gentle touch, “Jeonghan, you… What are you doing?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Must there be a reason for me to dote on my intelligent, beautiful wife?”

You’re done for. You’re helpless, under the weight of his adoring gaze, and all you can do is pull him closer for another searing kiss, letting the tension crackle and settle all around you.

Jeonghan’s fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, before he smooths them against your bare skin underneath the fabric. The warmth of his touch is a welcome burn. It sets your skin alight, makes you want more, more, more.

Suddenly, you pull away. Jeonghan’s lips are parted in confusion — he looks an adorable mess, hair a bit tousled from where you’d run your hands through it and cheeks tinged pink.

“Crows,” you say breathlessly.

“What?”

“Crows see in ultraviolet,” you repeat, keeping your palm where it’s pressed against his chest. You can feel the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat through the fabric. “Like, a bunch of shades of blue and purple instead of black.”

Jeonghan stares at you for two seconds before laughing softly, eyes shining.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, trailing his fingers up the sides of your waist. “Just thinking about how dearly I adore my wife.”

You melt into his touch, giving him a flustered smile. “Even when she’s spewing bird facts while she’s in your lap?”

“Well, I did ask her to,” he points out, amused, “but yes. Especially then.”

It’s magnetic, what you and Jeonghan have. You crave the taste of coffee that lingers on his tongue, the hint of citrus from the chapstick he uses religiously. He seems to feel the same, savoring the little sounds he’s pulling from your throat as he rubs circles into your skin.

“You are unbelievable,” are the words that leave your mouth when he pulls away to pepper your jaw with the lightest of kisses.

“I love you too,” he says fondly, watching you with all the stars in his eyes. Then that familiar twinkle reappears, and you know he’s up to something again. “How about you tell me more about crows in the comfort of our bedroom, hm?”

“Unbelievable,” you repeat, in mock offense.

“Yours,” he says simply. Truthfully.

You’re shaking your head, but he’s already scooping you up in his arms, and you can’t help but laugh as you wind your arms around his neck. He stops several times along the way to kiss your cheek, your nose — anywhere he can reach, as long as he’s close to you.

Blindly, you fumble for the doorknob to swing it open, and Jeonghan kicks the door shut roughly once you’re through.

The roguish smile on his face is a promise that you’re in for a long night.

“It's not that surprising, okay?” He groans, tightening his arms around you. You laugh in disbelief. “No, it is! You went on a run?! That's like saying the grass is blue.”

Jeonghan moves to look up at you, and you breathe a little easier now that he's no longer completely on top of you. You'll never tell him that, though. “That's an exaggeration. Grass being blue is impossible. But I went on a run so that's not impossible. Maybe you could say it's like spotting a meteor. Rare, but possible.”

You laugh more as he quickly plops back on you. This time, you're strangely less suffocated and more comfortable so your arms hold him again. “No way you moved your tired muscles just to argue.”

“I had to make my point,” he mumbles, his voice slow and lazy the longer your fingers stay in his hair.

“Okay but how did this rare occuring even take place, hannie?”

He sighs. “Stupid Seokmin.”

Your mouth forms an O in understanding, and you can't help laughing again. “He took you? He's too much of an angel to force you, though.”

“He said it'll be fun.” Jeonghan grumbles, drawing random patterns on your exposed waist with his droopy eyes falling shut. “It was only tiring. I'm like 5% charged right now.”

“Aww,” you coo, cradling him softly and pressing a kiss on his head. “You did well. I'm sooo proud of you.”

“Those are bland words, baby. I stopped running after ten minutes.”

The laugh that escapes your lips is inevitable, and you try to not make it sound like you're mocking him. Jeonghan huffs in offense, anyway.

“It's okay, you can recharge now. Sleep for a while, I'll go freshen up and make—” you begin shifting to get up but Jeonghan pins you in place, looking up at you with a look that passes as scolding. “You're not going anywhere. I won't be able to recharge if you're not here.”

You sigh, smiling softly at him and almost squishing his face. “I can't believe I am dating such a big baby.”

He drops his head back in your neck with a smile, pressing a featherlight kiss on your exposed collarbone. “Are you complaining?”

“No,” you shake your head, sniffing the scent of his lavendar shampoo. “I love my big baby who gets low on battery after a ten minute run.”

“You're mean.”

You giggle and kiss his forehead, caressing his head till his breathing evens out.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him, leaning into his palm. 

“‘Fine’ isn’t enthusiastic enough for me,” he teases. When you frown at him with a slight pout on your lips, he just chuckles. Before you can realize what he’s doing, he throws your legs over his shoulders.

His hips press deeper into your heat and you whine, head falling back into the pillows. His composure falters. You feel some of his cum leak out of you. 

“Shua,” you grumble, “It’s cold and disgusting.”

He has the nerve to laugh and fold you in half just to kiss your nose and get some of the wet wipes from the night table. You almost bite a hole into your lip trying to hold in the moan that’s threatening to rip from your throat as he sheats himself inside you fully. At least he cleans off all the mess he made despite how pointless it is. He’s about to make more anyway.

“You know,” he starts and you immediately don’t like his tone, “If you’re too tired we can just cuddle like this. We’d lie down and you’d be warming my cock for me.”

His thrusts are slow, shallow. Driving you crazy while also comforting you. He kisses the side of your ankle. Only needing one hand to hold you in the precise position he wants, he finds your hand with the other one. Slowly grinding his cock into you. Close, always close, always loving. His eyes meet yours and you see it. The adoration, despite all his teasing. 

“After this one?” you manage to breathe out, thumb stroking the side of his hand.

He nods and squeezes your hand, presses another kiss to your skin. He spreads his legs more to get a better angle. You grip his hand like it’s your lifeline.

“Can’t wait to hold you close when you take me,” he groans. The sudden harsh thrust sends sparks down your spine and makes them explode like fireworks behind your closed eyelids. His fingers squeeze yours, grounding you in the moment while he focuses on your pleasure.

“Want me to wrap my arms around you when you make love to me?” you tease breathlessly, “My arms and my legs?”

His hips stutter, his breathing too. 

“Baby stop,” he whimpers, “Or we’ll be up all night.”

You turn to look at the clock and scoff. It’s too late to worry about that. You could probably track how many hours you’ve spent intertwined like this by recollecting all the times he made you cum, how, where, in which position. But every brush of his dick against that delicious spot inside you makes your mind blank out. And you’re too tired to think about anything but how much you desire him.

“Want me to-” you get interrupted by a moan. It takes you a moment to recollect what you were saying. “Want me to whisper in your ear? Tell you how much I love you, how handsome you are, how good you feel.”

“Yeah - yeah, need that,” his voice breaks as he covers your body with his again, forcing you into the uncomfortable folded position to kiss you as much as he can during the few seconds he’s willing to be selfish for. His thrusts get quicker, harder. He clings to your hand like he needs it to believe you’re real. “Love you. So much. So perfect for me.”

“Cum, baby,” you plead. You open your eyes with much effort, feel the moisture in them as your gazes meet. “Need you close.”

It doesn’t take much for him to fulfill your wish. You feel him twitch and tremble. More of his release leaks out.

With great reluctance he lets go of your hand to massage your hips while he readjusts your legs to rest around his waist so that he can collapse on your chest.

You feel yourself clenching around him, still seeking more pleasure, begging him to keep going. He’s still shaking, hands fisted in the sheets.

You run your fingers through his hair and tug gently. He follows your hand until he’s lying where your lips can reach his forehead. His smile is unstable but grateful.

“No shame in asking to stop,” you remind him quietly. He whines, nuzzling closer to your skin.

“No way,” he tries to sound cocky but it’s just too soft and breathy, “Your body is still begging for me. I feel it.”

how did you end up here?

really, you arent sure. you were at a party, and now you arent. its late at night - or maybe early in the morning - and you had a lot to smoke, and even more to drink.

and that isnt even beginning to mention the man standing over you, making your brain even hazier with the way hes moving into you.

you barely caught his name when he whispered it to you, beneath those bright lights and over whatever trashy pop music was playing. chan. you hadnt caught much else either, just that hes a dancer, he desperately needs to blow of some steam, and he thinks your lips are the prettiest hes ever seen.

which was all you needed, to be honest. hes hot and pent up, youre happy to give him a hand. a mutual agreement.

though now, youre rethinking youre choices a bit.

you dont remember how many times hes made you cum. all you can register at the moment is how his cock is hitting that perfect spot inside you and youre about to give him another. he realizes this the same time you do, giving you another one of those devilish smirks and moving the hair out of your face. fuck him and that dancers stamina of his.

"so fucking needy. want it bad, huh?"

you know his sympathy is fake. you nod anyway, to which he laughs.

"poor thing," he coos to you between kisses to your forehead. "just cant help it, can you?"

you cant defend yourself because no, you cant help it. you cant help the way your hand finds his head, either, or the way your lips find his neck. and you certainly cant help the way you suck.

his breath hitches and his hips stutter, clearly caught off guard before he looks at you with a devilish smile. "oh, thats how you want to play? alright, mark whats yours."

when you wake up the next morning, your limbs entangled with his, you see that you did exactly that. splotches of blue and purple decorate his neck and shoulders, with a few on his chest because... how could you not? 

you press your lips gently against each one and watch as his lips quirk up to a sleepy smile. his eyes open slowly and his hand combs through your hair, watching you as you continue pecking at each mark you left on him - each indication that he was yours.

hed tell you not to do it again next time you fuck - hard to hide, or whatever. he knows he doesnt mean it. 

You're straddling his lap, your legs burning from overuse, with your hands planted on his chest as you grind down hard, again and again. Your breath comes in gasps, heat pooling low, your thighs burning from the pace, but his hands just stay on your hips steadily, while his fingers dig in with quiet insistence.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and low. “So desperate, and all for me.”

You whimper, not from the words on their own, but from how he says them, like he’s already won. Like he knows you’re not going to last, even if you wanted to.

You roll your hips again, harder and faster. His jaw tightens. Still, he doesn’t help you in any way; he just watches you intently with that dark stare of his. His eyes roam your body like he’s trying to memorise the way you break for him. Like this, watching you lose it, is better than anything else.

“Wonwoo...” “What is it?” he says, his voice deceptively soft. “Can’t keep up?”

You shake your head, you can’t answer. Your rhythm falters for just a second, and that’s when he snaps and makes his move. His hands fly to your waist and slam you back down on him, hard. You cry out, a mixture of startled, undone, and overstimulated, and he grits his teeth, his eyes dark and stormy now.

“You don’t stop,” he growls into your collarbone. “Not until I say you’re done.”

You nod frantically, hips stuttering, and your mouth falling open as the heat crests again, you're dizzy and out of breath, and he’s watching the whole thing, like he’s never wanted anything more.

First he needs to take care of his breathing. Closing his eyes is of no help. He can’t close them. It feels as if the real world is just a thin screen that can slip away from him at any moment. If he closes his eyes, he’ll be back in the dream, just a dream, and what if this time he doesn’t find his way back from that version of reality? It’s pathetic that his eyes burn.

Slowly, carefully, Jeonghan turns his head towards your side of the bed.

You’re still fast asleep. Completely unaware of his distress. Your chest rises and falls, your eyes are closed. So peaceful. He still doesn’t feel confident closing his eyes, but it’s easier to calm his breathing when he knows you’re still here. His hands are already reaching for you.

Jeonghan carefully shuffles closer to you until he can cover your hand with his, hoping it would help. Instead it fans the flames of want. The need to touch you, to hold you, swallows him whole. His breathing turns shaky when he wraps his arms around you as gently as he can. He doesn’t want to jostle you too much and wake you up, but he needs to hold you. He needs to know you’re real, not just a dream.

It only feels like he can truly breathe and ground himself when he feels you settle in his embrace. He buries his face into your hair. Finally he can close his eyes again. You don’t disappear. He can smell your shampoo, can feel your body move with every breath. You’re real. Not just a figment of his imagination. He’s awake and he’s got you. No dream to wake up from with you not in his arms.

Well, it’s not like he has to worry about that anymore. It’s time to let silly fears go. He nuzzles his face further into your hair and presses a couple kisses to the top of your head. You’d definitely laugh at him if you saw him now and he’d rather avoid that. He wants to laugh at himself too. It’s so stupid. Yet how lucky he is that you’re already his, not merely a dream.

Jeonghan wonders about why he got so spooked - there’s no way around it. He got scared. It felt real. Even though he was aware he’s dreaming, it’s like at the same time he dreamed in the dream about another reality where he never met you. He believed that once morning tears him away from the meadow, from the picnic, from you, there will be no one waiting for him on the other side of the bed. It was silly. And yet it felt worse than every nightmare he’s had.

Without really noticing, he pulls you closer. Only your small noise of complaint brings him out of his thoughts and he smiles. With a whispered apology he kisses your forehead. You’re perfect; you fit into his arms like you were made for him. Will you be surprised when you wake up like this? You might tease him then, but Jeonghan thinks he can take it. Anything if you stay his. If you stay exactly like this.

Soonyoung sighs, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he sets the rolling tray aside. He leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, taking his time to examine you. “Do you want to find out?” He asks, voice dangerously low. 

You can feel the air shift, his tone making your skin prickle. You tilt your head to the side, lips forming into a pout from confusion. “Okay,” You agree with a shrug.

Soonyoung’s lips quirk slightly. He nods his head slowly, scanning you from head to toe. Your cotton shorts rode up way too high, especially with your position on the bed, and your thin white tank top didn’t do much to hide your nipples through the fabric.

You’d opted out of wearing a bra today and needless to say — oblivious to you — all the boys had noticed.

His eyes settle back on yours and you fidget under his gaze. It was strong and intense, almost as if he was practically undressing you. 

Soonyoung’s always had sharp eyes filled with intimidation, but they’ve softened over time. At least — for you.

He rolls his chair over to the edge of the bed, right in front of where you sat. Even sitting down, only a few feet apart, he still towered over your small frame. 

Your heartbeat quickens, breath hitching as he leans forward. Soonyoung cocks his head to the side as he inches closer, smirking the slightest when he notices your composure beginning to crumble and fall. You were never good at holding it together, but that’s why the boys were always there — to catch you just in case you fall. 

And damn, are you falling in deep right now.

His hand smooths over your arm, causing goosebumps to rise as he trails it upwards to cup the side of your face gently. His fingers thread through your hair, getting a better grip so he’s able to maneuver your head to the side. As soon as he gets you exactly where he wants you, his lips are on yours.

He doesn’t hesitate, and he certainly doesn’t take it easy on you. The kiss is heavy and urgent, with a fierce passion behind it — an intensity that sends a jolt of electricity coursing straight through your veins. His lips move with purpose, the hand on the back of your head drawing you impossibly closer to him. 

You try to match his fervor, but staying true to your nature, your movements are slower and deliberate. You’re sensual where he’s demanding, your tenderness creating a perfect tension that neither of you has the will to break. Your pace grounds him, and Soonyoung can’t help but release a low groan.

Jeonghan was right.

You kiss like an angel — intoxicating.

He takes the lead as expected. You sigh softly when he traces his tongue along your bottom lip. His hand settles on your thigh, slowly sliding higher. You feel his fingertips slip just beneath the edge of your shorts, caressing the soft skin under and you can’t help but let a whimper escape quietly. Soonyoung seizes the moment, your lips parting just enough so he can deepen the kiss and dip his tongue into your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens when you tilt your head to accommodate him — your tongues dancing in perfect harmony as you explore each other's mouths.

He’s warm against your skin, anchoring you to the moment. Every brush, every tug, every calculated move that Soonyoung makes — he knows that he’s unraveling you. 

Corrupting you.

Not in a way that feels chaotic or rushed. And certainly not in a way with any ill intentions whatsoever. 

Soonyoung wasn’t just kissing you, but he was savoring you. He was reading every subtle cue as if a language only he understands. And with every second that passes, he pulls you deeper under until there’s nothing left but the warmth of his hands, the weight of his mouth, and the unfamiliar feeling of stickiness growing in your panties. 

He pulls away with one final lingering kiss, and your lips instinctively chase his own. Your eyes flutter open, still hazy as they focus on the man in front of you. 

Soonyoung leans back just enough to take you in. You were already a mess in the best way possible — lips slightly swollen, pupils dilated, and chest steadily rising as you try to catch your breath. 

The weight of his gaze only intensifies, drinking in every detail of you. Your eyes avoid his, cheeks flushed from not only the kiss but from his attention on you as well. 

He nods his head towards the pillows on his bed, and you take the hint. You grab one, handing it to him, only so he can place it directly behind you. Your eyes follow him as he does so, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them close. 

“Pick a word.” 

Your brows knit together, “A word?”

Soonyoung hums. He disregards your confusion, standing from the chair and walking over to his desk. He grabs the blunt he’d previously forgotten about off the rolling tray, lighting it up and taking a long drag. 

“Why?” You press.

“Because I told you to.” 

Well, he had you there.

Now that you think about it, you don’t remember a time where you’ve ever denied Soonyoung of anything. Whatever he asked of you — you’d always deliver. 

If he showed up at your house unannounced demanding you to take a break from school work, you’d follow him without a fight.

If a random guy on campus was flirting with you and Soonyoung warned you about him, you’d abide like his word was law. 

If Soonyoung told you no, that meant no. 

If Soonyoung asked you to do something, you did it — no questions asked.

From the time you two were kids on the playground, even till now, you’ve never disappointed him. It wasn’t because you were passive or afraid. And it wasn’t because he was demanding and mean. Soonyoung had never gotten that way with you and he never intends to. But you trusted him. Maybe too much to the point where obedience wasn’t an option, but rather an instinct. It came as naturally as breathing.

And that’s what he liked about you.

The others only ever listened in the bedroom, but you — you’d never let him down. No. You’d listen even outside of it.

“Y/n.”

Your head snaps up to look at Soonyoung. You hadn’t even realized that your thoughts had begun to stray.

“I told you to do something,” He raises an eyebrow, a silent warning.

Your eyes narrow, drifting around his room. It was a simple task, one you could decide with ease. But you took your time as if it held more meaning than it appeared to. 

Your gaze wanders, landing on a stuffed animal perched on the highest shelf in his room. It was tucked in the furthest corner, collecting dust and worn from age. You had gifted it to him years ago, and it’s become a sight you look for whenever you enter his bedroom. The stuffed animal stood out amongst the rest of his things, not quite fitting his aesthetic or personality. Soonyoung nor the other boys cared for cute, sentimental things. But the small trinkets you’d either given them or left behind were never discarded. No matter how long they’d been there. 

“Tiger.”

“Tiger?” Soonyoung glances at the plushie on his shelf, having completely forgotten about it. He’d debated tossing it out a few times, but he never had the heart to follow through. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was sentiment. Either way, he would never admit to it. You brought a softness into his life that he didn’t know he could carry, leaving traces of warmth in your wake. 

He turns back to you, expression unreadable. He raises his brows in amusement, taking another hit of his blunt. The smoke lingers in the air as he exhales. “Okay,” He sighs, “Then that’s your safe word.”

You barely have time to react when his demeanor shifts without warning. The haze of smoke in the air seems to still, Soonyoung’s gaze on you fixed and unrelenting. His jaw tightens, both of his hands rising to cradle your face and force you to maintain eye contact. “Listen to me,” He murmurs, voice unwavering, “If you begin to feel uncomfortable with anything — and I mean anything, you say tiger. Got it?”

It should be comical. Soonyoung of all people, demanding you to say a silly word you’d playfully chosen on a whim. But his tone leaves no room for argument. 

You nod hesitantly, fully alert as you’re taken aback by the gravity of the situation. The room suddenly feels smaller, charged with tension.

“I need you to use your words Y/n.” 

“Yes,” You confirm, softly but surely.

“If something doesn’t feel right — if at any point you feel uncertain, uneasy, or overwhelmed — you just say the word and I’ll let up. No questions. No hesitation.”

“Is that why it’s called a safe word?” You ask. 

He nods, silently answering your question.

“I don’t —,” You hesitate, chewing the inside of your cheeks, “I don’t think I’ll need it.” 

Soonyoung smiles just barely. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes and it looks as if he’s holding back anger that may or may not be directed towards you. 

Kwon Soonyoung was a man who hated many things. He hated when the price of cigarettes would change in every gas station he entered. He hated when a professor constantly nagged him for his shitty attendance. He hated when a flock of girls smothered him at a frat party, desperation evident with the way their hands glided over his body. 

But the one thing that Soonyoung hated most, was your habit of sacrificing your own needs for others. As long as he’s known you, you’ve always been a people pleaser. The words “no” and “I can’t do it,” have never been in your vocabulary because you were sure that with a little more effort, anything was possible. You went above and beyond, going an inch for people who wouldn’t even bother to go a centimeter for you. The boys always watched you closely, ensuring no one took advantage of your kindness. But you were just too nice for your own good. It was what made you, well…you.

“Trust me baby,” His grip on your face tightens firmly, “You’ll need it.”

Your mouth opens to stubbornly protest, but the look Soonyoung gives you causes the words to die in your throat. You cower back, a chill skimming down your spine from intimidation.

“It doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong. I won’t be disappointed. I won’t be mad — I’d never be mad at you.”

Your eyes soften at his speech. The boys have never exactly been the talkative type and moments like this — honest, caring, thoughtful — are rare. 

“A safe word is put in place for a reason,” Soonyoung continues, “Even if you don’t think you need it.”

“Okay,” You reply, but it comes out flat. Soonyoung sees right through it, catching your half-hearted tone. He grinds his teeth, scanning your unsure expression. His fingers dig into your jaw, not quite hurting you, but with enough pressure to demand your undivided attention.

“I’m fucking serious Y/n,” He states sternly, “Listen to your body. Don’t try and test your limits because you think you can handle it.” 

Your heart pounds in your chest. Your words tumble out, too quick for you to process. “Yes sir,” You say unconsciously.

The label you had called him by isn’t calculated. It isn’t meant to provoke or please. It slipped out instinctively, a response to the kind of authority that doesn’t scare you, but steadies you instead. 

Soonyoung doesn’t acknowledge it. He doesn’t smirk or tease the way he would had it been anyone else. With the others, he might’ve raised a brow. Might’ve let a smug grin spread across his face as he leaned in close just to watch them squirm and fluster. He knew how to play that part — confident, commanding, and in control.

But you — you’ve always been the exception. The only one able to break down their stone walls and thaw their icy hearts.

You see the flicker of approval flash across his features. He finally lets go of your face and you find yourself missing his touch as soon as it leaves. You’d grown accustomed to the heat of his hands and now that they're gone, it makes you realize how much comfort you found in his hold.

Soonyoung takes a step back. “Good girl,” He mutters, so softly that you barely catch it. 

A whine tries to force itself from your mouth, but you urge it back down. A heat rises in your chest, the familiar feeling of warmth you’d felt with Mingyu a week ago. The praise left you feeling fuzzy — reassured. 

Soonyoung closes his eyes, thoughts racking his brain. He figures that he’s too sober for this. Reaching out, he picks up his blunt yet again and goes in for another hit. The ember flares briefly in the dim lighting, and he uses the incoming feeling of a high to anchor himself.

He was good at control. He knew how to wield it with precision. But you had him in a chokehold that constantly left him breathless. If he planned to have you laid out like a meal right in front of him, he’d need a much better grasp on himself. 

He knows he can’t do it on impulse. Not with you. You deserve intention — care. He needed to take his time with you. Not rush things. Keep his pace slow and calm…at least to the best of his abilities. 

“Say it again.” 

You blink, caught off guard. “What?”

“Your safe word,” He clarifies, “I need to make sure you remember it. That you’re not going to forget it.”

“Oh…” Your cheeks flush in embarrassment as the pieces click into place, “Right.”

Soonyoung arches a brow, eyes glittering in quiet amusement, “What did you think I was referring to?” 

You glance away, clearing your throat, “Nothing,” You shake your head to dismiss him. 

Soonyoung’s lips quirk and a teasing smile threatens to break across his face. 

“Tiger,” You repeat the word, hoping to appease him.

He hums in acknowledgment, “And you’ll do as I say and use it when you feel like you need to?” 

“Mhm…”

Soonyoung narrows his eyes at you. They scan over your figure, easily recognizing your body language. His lips press into a thin line and he struggles to contain his frustration. 

“Fine.” His voice comes out clipped, sharp even. 

Maybe it’s because of the endless years you’ve spent tangled in each other's lives, or maybe it’s because of the massive weak spot he’s grown for you over time — but Soonyoung knows you like the back of his hand. He’s slowly memorized every part of you. All the tells, all the signs. Your likes. Your dislikes. Even the smallest details that you haven’t figured out for yourself yet. 

So when you sit before him saying all the right things and giving him the answers he expects to hear, he’s able to read between the lines. 

You’ll endure it. Swallow it down and convince yourself you can handle it until you can’t. The instinct to please — to not disappoint — was practically in your blood.

He lets out a heavy sigh, turning his back to you. He runs a hand through his hair, foot tapping against the floorboard in a quiet rhythm to calm himself. 

A safe word has never been just a formality to Soonyoung. Especially when it came to scenes in which his usual dominance could possibly blur the lines between pleasure and intensity. He knew exactly how mean and demanding he could be, but despite that, he wasn’t heartless. At least, not completely. 

Unlike others who wielded dominance with cruel intentions, he knows what the word stop means. And he certainly knows that no means no.

So god forbid, he was trying to make sure it wasn’t your last resort. You needed to know how vital this conversation was — to know when to use it, understand your own limits, and most of all, realize that it’s okay to use it.

If you wouldn’t lean on the safety net yourself, then he would have to be the one to make sure it’s there. Not by force, never that. But with a precision that doesn’t thin the fragile line between challenge and care. The kind that gives you no room to hide even when you’re nearing that edge. 

Soonyoung grumbles, taking a swig from a nearby beer bottle. It was warm and flat, having been there for a few hours untouched, but it still does the trick. He sets it on his dresser with a clink, sitting back down on his desk chair and rolling it to the foot of his bed. He reaches out, arms wrapping around your thighs to yank your body towards him with a gentle force. 

You squeal in surprise, hands flying back to anchor yourself as he effortlessly drags you to the edge. The sheets bunch underneath your elbows, your pulse racing at the sudden motion. You blink at him wide-eyed, chest heaving in breathless anticipation. 

His calloused hands are rough on your smooth skin, fingers grazing over your thighs with a careful tenderness. His touch provides you with a comfort you always seem to long for.

One minute he’s talking to you — engaging in a casual conversation, or as much conversation as you’ll get from one of the boys; they weren’t much talkers. But the next, your shorts are suddenly discarded, thrown carelessly on the ground. Without even realizing, your body had responded — hips lifting unconsciously and making it easier for Soonyoung to pull off. His words served as a distraction and he’d made sure your focus was trained on him the entire time. 

You didn’t think much of it. You’ve occasionally walked around the house wearing far too little in search of a comfy hoodie or a pair of pants fresh out the dryer. Sometimes — even to make sure that your cookies didn’t burn, and that’s exactly how you ended up squirting all over Jeonghan’s lap last time. 

But usually, the boys never spared you a glance. And if they did, they never allowed their minds to wander anywhere inappropriate. 

You weren’t anywhere near the typical girls (sluts as they would prefer to be called) they hooked up with. 

No — you were you. 

There was always that unspoken line written in your friendship. One in which they never dared to cross. But with how men have turned into dogs over time, they’d rather it be them than anyone else. 

Soonyoung rests his hand on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your covered cunt. Immediately, your body stiffens. His thumb rubs soothing circles on your skin, but you can’t seem to concentrate on it as his breath ghosts over your neck. Your heart rate increases just as he lays a gentle kiss to your pulse point and it leaves you wondering whether he can feel the thumping on his lips. 

He presses soft kisses to your skin, trailing upwards towards your jaw. Your lids flutter, breath hitching as his mouth moves deliberately slow. A whimper almost escapes when one of his fingers swipe directly over your slit. The action causes moisture to spread in your panties; thin, white, and nearly sheer from sticking to your skin due to your arousal. 

“Relax,” Soonyoung mutters, noticing the quick rise and fall of your chest, “You’re too tense.” 

You nod obediently, granting him further access by unconsciously tilting your head. He sucks on the skin directly under your jaw and as he takes his time marking your flesh with his mouth, your pussy throbs in response. 

Soonyoung’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear. He lets his touch linger, toying with the material. It’s only when his lips find yours again, that he tugs it down. You lift yourself partially off the bed, too distracted to care as he deepens the kiss. It helps him remove the garment completely, tucking it into his back pocket. 

You whine as he breaks contact, pulling away. Soonyoung disregards you, instead pushing you down with a firm hand on your shoulder. Your back meets the mattress, legs clamped shut. Soonyoung clicks his tongue in disapproval. He shoots you a stern look, tapping at the side of your thigh. 

“Open.” 

You don’t listen, a small voice in the back of your head warning you that your dignity is fading even more so after your escapades with Jeonghan and Mingyu. 

“Y/n,” Soonyoung says, voice strict, “Open your legs.”

His tone causes you to whimper, your tummy turning nervously. You gaze up at him with wide puppy dog eyes — soft, pleading, and silently hoping it’ll melt the merciless wall he’s putting up. 

Soonyoung sighs, demeanor faltering. His eyes soften as they meet yours and he realizes that maybe he should be a little nicer. Your trust in him was currently at an all-time high and he would be damned to scare you away. 

“Come on baby,” He tries again. This time, he pries your knees apart for you. He keeps his eyes trained on yours the entire time, ignoring the pretty view between your thighs to save you from your nervousness of being on display. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

Your cheeks flush at his words, embarrassment flooding your senses. You squirm under his stare, holding it to the best of your ability. Coyly, you tilt your head in agreement.

Soonyoung subtly perks up. “Yeah?” He asks again. “You want that?” 

“Yeah,” You whisper lightly. 

His lips quirk into a smile, dropping as fast as it flashes across his face. His line of vision trails down to your neck, lingering over your tits, to your stomach, then finally settling on the prize. 

You were soaked, essence dripping onto the comforter below you. 

Soonyoung has to muffle a groan, his cock pulsing at the sight. He lays a delicate peck on your knee, unable to tear his eyes away. 

Out of all the girls he’s fucked — bent over, underneath, on top — your body was home to the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen.

Soonyoung bites his tongue, a degrading term threatening to roll off. He was meant to humiliate, to tease; but he could never do that to you. His respect for you outweighed his usual dominance by a landslide. 

His hand smooths over your pelvis and you flinch at the unexpectedness of his touch. You watch him between your legs as he kisses the inside of your left thigh, gradually moving downwards. You tense as he nears dangerous territory, but his fingers dig into your skin, massaging your muscles and loosening them. 

Both of his hands travel to the underside of your thighs near your ass. Gently, he rests them there, pushing upwards and further spreading you apart for him. Your mind screams at you to have a little more shame, but your body denies the request as your cunt gushes in excitement. 

Soonyoung focuses on your skin, laying pecks all around. He avoids your pussy, wanting to make you more comfortable before diving in. You feel his lips graze just below your belly button, moving south. 

A shiver rolls down your spine when you finally feel him place a kiss directly on your clit. A sound of satisfaction leaves your mouth and it gives Soonyoung the green light he needs.

Leisurely, he licks a stripe from your dripping hole to your bud. The action draws a whimper from you, a spike of pleasure easily spreading. He continues, keeping the same pace as he repeats the movement. Your lids flutter shut as you bask in the feeling. It dwells, enough to keep you content, but not enough to send you over the edge. 

Your wetness gathers on his tongue and Soonyoung figures that if he could have one meal for the rest of his life, it would be you. 

The taste of your cunt is addicting, even more so as he dips his tongue into your entrance. You whimper, legs spreading further apart. 

A choked moan slips out as he speeds up. His tongue moves rapidly and he bobs his head to add stimulation. You pant, chest visibly heaving as he looks up at you. Your head is thrown back against his bed, fingers gripping tightly at the duvet. He’s able to see the swell of your breasts from his line of vision and he reaches an arm up your stomach to fondle one under your shirt.  

His touch ignites a spark within you, his thumb grazing over your nipple and causing it to harden. He rolls the bud expertly, pinching it between two fingers and tugging slightly. You mewl in delight, hips bucking to grind against Soonyoung’s face. He chuckles into your cunt at your reaction, the vibration sending rippling waves of pleasure coursing through you. 

Your hand wraps around Soonyoung’s wrist, holding his arm there as his fingers play with your tit. You shut your eyes and he has half the right mind to scold you. He wants you entirely focused on him, but he decides that he should let you have this one — to be present in your pleasure instead of attentive to him. 

He shakes his head, the sudden movement causing your body to jerk. His tongue flattens against your clit, rough and wet as he quickly laps at the bundle of nerves. Your mouth opens, a string of whines escaping as your stomach muscles tighten. 

“Soonie,” You gasp, cut off by the sound of another whine escaping your lips. 

Soonyoung only hums. He pinches your nipple gently and you grind your pussy against his tongue again. He can sense your eagerness and it leaves him unfamiliar with the feeling of wanting to give in — to let you cum without begging or crying. 

So he does. 

He keeps the same tempo, refusing to change rhythm even just the slightest. His tongue flicks viciously at your clit, hands locking your thighs into place to ensure you don’t move. You try to thrash, but he keeps you grounded, unable to run away from him. 

You pull at the comforter, using it as your personal stress ball. It bunches in your grip but does nothing to put out the fire growing within your body. 

You’re hot — too hot. Your skin is tingling and ears are starting to hear a ring as Soonyoung transports you into a world of ecstasy. 

“Soonie, please.” You don’t know what you’re pleading for, but you can still decipher the desperation in your voice. The feeling is all too familiar to the one you’d felt with Jeonghan and you realize that you’d do anything to experience it again. 

Soonyoung hears you loud and clear despite your words coming out hurried and hushed. He uses his thumbs, spreading your pussy and giving him further access directly to your clit. You can feel everything a little better when he does and just as his thumb grazes through your wet slit, the coil snaps. 

Over the years, Soonyoung has seen you in a million different ways in a million different instances. But this — coming undone on his tongue, endless loud whines leaving your mouth, and legs spread far apart as he devours your pretty pussy — takes the cake. 

“Soonie!” You can do nothing but say his name, hole clenching around nothing. Your cunt gushes a fluid that you can feel drenching the sheets below you and Soonyoung lifts his head to admire. He replaces his tongue with his hand, fingers rubbing figure eights over your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. 

In a world full of sex, featuring Kwon Soonyoung — you’re either a creamer or a squirter.

In Soonyoung’s case, he just so happened to adore squirters. The messier, the better. 

“There we go,” He praises, “That’s a good girl.” 

Your legs threaten to close but he holds them open, fingers working expertly to prolong your orgasm. You can hear the audible sounds of your slick as he runs his finger through your folds and it only adds to the filth you’re experiencing. 

The pleasurable rush feels like it lasts for ages, but eventually, you come down from the high. Your mouth falls open as you try and catch your breath, endless pants falling from your lips. 

Your chest rises and falls, heart still racing as if trying to catch up. You blink slowly, trying to center yourself. You feel Soonyoung’s hand on your inner thigh, ghosting over your cunt as his other hand massages your trembling legs. You find strength within yourself to prop your upper half up, using your elbows as leverage. 

Soonyoung was nicer than usual, giving you at least a few minutes to rest before he attempted to thrust you toward the edge yet again. One minute, you’re staring into his eyes from between your legs, and the next, your back hits the mattress from the sheer hostility of his mouth. 

He greedily slurps up your arousal, tongue lapping through your folds. His lips hover directly above your clit, closing around the bud and sucking harshly. The action causes your back to arch, a cry emitting loudly throughout the room. Your hole clenches around nothing, excess fluid dripping onto the comforter. 

Soonyoung pokes his head up, mouth shining from your juices. “You're making a mess, sweetheart.” His thumb replaces his mouth, rubbing over your clit slowly. 

“M’ sorry,” You whimper softly, “Can’t help it.” 

Soonyoung hums, faux sympathy lacing his features. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?”

You nod with lidded eyes, hips bucking against his hand, “So good Soonie.”

He chuckles, head dipping low to dart out his tongue yet again.

Amongst the many rumors circling the grounds of your university, today, you’ve debunked one: Kwon Soonyoung lives up to his title of being a munch.

You try and count how many seconds pass by before your skin starts to tingle. Soonyoung shifts his focus solely on your clit, opting to suck instead of lick. The suction leaves you fidgeting from overstimulation, sensitivity from your last orgasm still fresh as you barrel towards another one. 

It washes over you faster than before — much stronger. Soonyoung doesn’t adjust his pace to accommodate your thrashing. Instead, he holds your hips down on the bed, lips attached to your clit. Your essence paints the lower half of his face, pussy leaking messily of wetness. 

An endless string of pitiful whines escape from you, but it does little for Soonyoung to show mercy. His mouth stays glued to your pussy, even despite the fight you put up. 

“T-too much,” You whimper, feeling somewhat overstimulated. You shuffle around on the mattress, trying to escape. It only grants you a short minute of relief as his lips detach from you, but it doesn’t last long. His hands grip your legs, pulling you back to him. 

“You know your safe word,” His hands settle on the back of your thighs to hold you open for him, “Use it.” 

You let out a choked sob when you feel him again, flinching as the tip of his tongue pokes at your entrance. It threatens to push further, but instead, he swipes it through your folds. It feels rigid against your clit, alternating between tracing circles and flicking.

You try not to get too loud, embarrassed that the other boys might hear you through the walls of his bedroom. But as the pleasure builds in your lower abdomen, your dignity fades away slowly, but surely. 

When you cum for the third time, you start to get antsy. Your thighs twitch involuntarily, attempting to pry themselves from Soonyoung’s grasp. They tremble when he urges them farther apart, addicted to the taste of your cunt. 

The fourth spirals into you out of thin air, only seconds apart from the last. Your hand darts out, tangling in Soonyoung’s hair. You nudge him away subtly, fighting the urge to pull him closer and grind your pussy against his tongue. He slows his pace until you calm down, but picks up not long after. 

Each time Soonyoung swears it's the last — but he was on an agenda to hear your safe word from your mouth. You could only last so long; and with the way he was wearing you thin, Soonyoung knew that you were nearing that brink.

“C’mon Y/n,” He encourages, “Just say it.” 

“No,” You whine softly, “I can take it.” 

You can feel his annoyance through his fingertips digging into your skin.

“I don’t think you can, baby.” 

“Soonyoung,” Your voice is a cry — desperate. “More please.” 

He sighs, eyes skirting over you. He blinks fast, visibly irritated, but nods. His tongue flattens against your pussy, getting to work once again. 

You can feel your muscles loosening, unable to control them as your fifth orgasm takes over. Your thighs spasm, legs flailing as you kick. Soonyoung’s arms wrap firmly around them, anchoring you. His hands rest on your stomach, pushing your hips down to stay still. He watches you like a hawk, tongue moving diligently.

By the time your sixth orgasm rolls around, you’re a mess. Your mind is hazy, vision blurry from the tears filling your eyes. You mutter incoherent babbles, words jumbling together. The only thing you can find yourself being aware of is Soonyoung’s mouth latched to your cunt and the bliss that surges through your body. You can mildly feel yourself squirting, soaking the sheets beneath your lower half. 

Your seventh orgasm is when the word finally tumbles from your lips. It comes out rushed, with a loud cry. Tears drip down the sides of your face, unbearable pleasure ripping through you. It borders on the edge of painful, but the familiar feeling of euphoria along with it, keeps you at bay. 

“Tiger, tiger, tiger.” You repeat, although you didn’t have to. As soon as your safe word met his ears, Soonyoung let up. 

Your body feels like mush, sinking deeper into the mattress. Your pussy throbs, yearning for more but you clench your thighs shut, thankful for mercy instead. Your palms cover your face, wiping at your wet eyes.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Soonyoung watches as you hide your face behind your hands. He rubs his own along the side of your leg, helping coax you into a calmer state. 

You respond with a short whimper, barely audible. You feel messy and in desperate need of a cold shower. You whine this time, suddenly aware and shy of your current predicament. 

Soonyoung’s touch leaves for a short minute. You have the urge to peek through your fingers, seeking out his comfort again, but he returns quickly. He pries your hands away from your face, nudging you to sit up. You do so reluctantly, curling your chest into your knees when you do. Your body is heavy and threatens to fall against the plush mattress again, but Soonyoung keeps you stable with a grip on your shoulder. 

He holds something to your mouth. The plastic material nudges against your lips, and you furrow your brows. 

“Drink.” 

You hesitantly sip the water he’s offering. It’s only then that you realize exactly how dry your throat felt. It makes you wonder how loud you were actually being. 

You try to pull away after a few gulps, but Soonyoung hums with disapproval. “Uh-uh.” He holds the straw steady in your mouth, refusing to budge, “Drink more, you need to stay hydrated.” 

Grumbling, you gulp down a bit more to appease him. You sip slowly, leaning into his touch as he pets the wild strands of your hair down. 

“You did good,” He praises, “I’m proud of you.” 

You stare up at him with doe-eyes, throat bobbing the more you drink. You acknowledge his words with the squint of your eyes, but your brain barely comprehends them in your fucked out state. 

Soonyoung removes the straw when he’s satisfied with your water intake, setting the bottle down. Your legs swing over the side of the bed when he’s turned away to get up, but a rush of dizziness consumes you when you start to stand. Your limbs feel like jelly and Soonyoung has to dart forward to catch you before you fall. 

“Not so fast baby,” His hands are firm on your hips, stabilizing you. Your palms rest on his shoulders, holding on tightly for support as he lowers you to sit on the bed. “I’ll get you all cleaned up. Just rest for a bit.” 

You want to protest, but Soonyoung’s tone leaves no room for argument. He crouches down in front of you, staring up into your eyes. They’re softer than usual, unlike the sharp gaze that tears through you whenever you glance into them. Your head tilts to the side when he cups your face, thumb gently ghosting over your cheek. 

“Tired Soonie,” You say softly. Your lids flutter, wanting to close but you keep them open to the best of your ability. The sleepiness stems out of nowhere, but now that Soonyoung is making you take a breather, it hits you full force. 

“You’re tired?” His eyebrows perk up, attentive to your growing sluggishness. 

You nod, leaning further against his hand cupping your face. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” You confirm.

“Take a nap then,” He gestures his head to the pillows before standing up and towering over you. 

“But —,” You try to rebuttal, but he’s quick to cut you off.

“I’ll clean you up, don’t worry. Just sleep baby,” He ruffles your hair, urging you to crawl back against the bed, “I got you.” 

An argument sits at the tip of your tongue, but it vanishes as soon as your head hits his soft, fluffy pillow. His familiar scent of sandalwood and light musk fills your senses, providing you with a comfort that eases you into a peaceful sleep. 

Soonyoung disappears to retrieve a towel from his bathroom, but when he gets back, you’re already fast asleep. He almost chuckles at how quickly you’d managed to drift off, but he shakes his head instead, gently patting the towel against your skin. 

Your thighs were still drenched and pussy dripping, but he can’t find it within himself to care — he’s going to have to change his sheets anyway.

Most days he’s prepared for this, already having a towel laid down and bedsheets stripped before indulging in anything sexual. He knows that things can get messy when it comes to him, so he’s always one step ahead. 

But this is different — this is you. And you’ve always been the only exception.

You lean away, admiring the picture before lifting your gaze to look at him with a satisfied smile. Jeonghan’s head turned to your direction in the slightest way, the desperation to leave this ceremony and run to you noticable in his expression—scrunched nose, droopy eyes and a tired, but disciplined posture.

A soft laugh escaped your lips. As his eyes turned completely to catch a glimpse of you, you took the opportunity to tease him even more.

With a fond, yet teasing smile, you wink flirtatiously. His eyes go wide ever so slightly before he snaps his head to look ahead, his neck and ear turning red as he bites his lower lip to prevent a smile.

You laugh heartily, lifting your camera to capture the lovely sight.

All of a sudden, he is too focused on the senior officer’s speech with his posture straightened. He refused to look at you after that again.

After an hour or two, the ceremony had finally come to an end as everyone began to leave the ground and enter their cabins. Some of them were leaving to meet their visitors. You were requested to wait for Jeonghan on the other side of the ground, and you gladly listened because it was starting to become crowded.

While waiting, you took out your camera and admired each and every photo you have taken of him with a giddy smile.

Damn, you might’ve been a photographer in your past life.

“Oh wow, your fiancé is one of a kind.”

You flinched at the sudden voice behind you, ready to fight the menace who decided it would be a good idea to leave you startled. Only to realise that it was your menace—purposely making his voice deeper to sound like a middle aged man.

Closing your eyes tightly and pressing your lips in a thin line, you take a deep breath. Jeonghan giggled, craning his neck to look at your face, a tender smile on his lips.

You wanted to glare at him with the intention to tease, but the moment your eyes caught his, you paused.

As if your mind had stopped forming your next words, as if your eyes had stolen a glimpse of a rare star—your whole body froze.

For the first time after an entire month, the love of your life was before your eyes, just one touch away. It felt like a dream—to be able to stare and drown in his deep brown eyes again, to be able to have him so close to you again.

Before you could realise, your vision gradually blurred and tears began to roll down your cheeks uncontrollably. You covered your mouth, turning away from him, overwhelmed by your emotions.

“Hey, hey,” His tone shifted to his usual soft, full of affection, and he reached out urgently to turn you to face him. Without a second thought, his arms wrapped around your body in a gentle but protective manner, pulling you against his chest.

“Love, angel, you promised you wouldn't cry,” he whispered, cradling your head with one hand and patting your lower waist with another. Your cries weren't loud, but soft and tinted with yearning and love.

Yes, you did promise him that you wouldn't shed a single tear when you saw him. Yes, you did break it just a few hours ago as you arrived to watch his graduation ceremony. And a million times yes, your love for him runs so deep, so completely, that your heart finds its truest strength not in stoicism, but in vulnerability before him, allowing you to also embrace all of him—his perfections and imperfections.

“You’re gonna make me weep too now,” he playfully teased, hoping to earn a chuckle from you (which he did).

After a few good minutes of embracing his warmth, you gained control over your emotions and leaned back.

“I broke my promise,” you sniff, wiping your tears away. You kept your gaze on the ground, unable to find the courage to look at him again.

“It’s okay. Just look at me, love,” he urged softly, taking a step forward as one of his hands held yours and the other cupped your cheek. “You know I hate to be the reason for your tears.”

Your heart melted at his words, and you lifted your gaze to meet his eyes.

“It’s not that,” you mumbled, trying to cover yourself up from the embarrassment.

“I know it's because this is the first time in a while that you've seen my handsome face again.” Jeonghan grinned at the way your lips twitched to smile.

“Nevermind, I wasted my tears for you.” You pretend to sulk, turning away. He is quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, leaving a soft kiss on your neck. You felt goosebumps under his gentle touch, and closed your eyes tightly to stop the tears from flowing again.

“I missed you.” He confessed, a deep sigh leaving his lips as if he had been waiting forever to say that.

“Y’know, I saw you in my dreams everyday and it kinda freaked me out because I thought something was wrong with me,” he added with a smile, earning a giggle from you. “But then I realised it was just because I missed you so much.”

“You sound like an obsessive ex.” You chuckled. But deep down, you absolutely adored how he worded his feelings. You were special to him. Really, really special.

“You mean an obsessive fiancé,” he craned his neck and pecked your cheek.

“I think I'm more obsessive,” you sighed, fidgeting with the engagement ring on his ring finger.

“Hm? That can't be—”

“I hug jjongtoram thinking it's you. I sprayed your cologne on it a little and that kinda freaked me out because I felt like an obsessive stalker,” you giggled, mimicking his earlier words. “But then I realised it's just my heart that misses you so much.”

You didn't have to turn around to know that Jeonghan was smiling, almost shyly.

“That's kinda scary, baby, but it's okay since we're about to get married.” He joked to cover up the way he was blushing by your words, tightening his grip around you.

“Hey! That's romantic.” You defended.

Jeonghan’s gaze dropped to the camera in your hands, and he remembered that you had taken pictures earlier. (99.9% are all his)

“Okay my romantic lover, may you show me the pictures you took earlier please?” He asked playfully, placing both of his hands on top of yours.

“That's not a cool way to call your future wife,” you argued, pouting. He tilted his head, confused.

“Why not? Isn't it cute?”

“I prefer ‘my obsessive romantic lover' more.” You declare proudly, causing Jeonghan to break into laughter.

Obviously, it became your default pet name whenever you’d do something that made him blush. He has to find a way out of getting teased for being so down bad, right?

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from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Test Platform Validation Report (EU Submission)

Yoon,

I reviewed the validation draft you uploaded this morning. Fascinating interpretation of clause 4.3.2. Bold of you to skip the stability data appendix entirely. I can only assume it was an artistic choice.

Also, the raw tensile data from the 0528 batch isn’t included. If it was meant to be in the shared drive, it wasn’t in any of the usual folders (QA_Share > FR_Validation > tensile_data > missing_files > probably_Jeonghan’s).

I’ve attached my edits. I added actual numbers.

Regards, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: Test Platform Validation Report (EU Submission)

Thank you for the prompt review. I assumed your obsession with clause 4.3.2 would outweigh your impulse to nitpick, but alas—some things never change.

The stability data was excluded intentionally while awaiting results from the accelerated aging test. If you opened the protocol (second folder under QA_Share > FR_Validation > tensile_data > definitely_not_missing), you’d see that.

As for your edits, I appreciate the effort. It’s cute when you pretend Excel likes you back.

Best, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

Yoon,

Not that I expect you to read full briefs, but just in case you skimmed this one: yes, the transfer protocols need to be locked before next Friday if we want the France site to hit qualification by Q3.

Your last edits to the QAP template were inspired. I didn’t know it was possible to confuse ISO 13485 with a haiku.

I’ve restructured the equipment IQ section. You’re welcome. You’ll need to coordinate with Wonwoo at the Lyon site for vendor access, assuming you remember to email him this time.

I’ll see you in Lyon.

Disrespectfully, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

Of course I read the brief. Just because I don’t annotate every margin with red ink and superiority complexes doesn’t mean I don’t understand the deadline.

I’ll coordinate with Wonwoo, assuming you don’t scare him off again with your charmingly blunt emails. (I still have the screenshot of him calling you “intimidatingly competent.”)

By the way, your IQ revisions look fine. Shockingly legible this time. Congratulations.

I’ll see you in Lyon. Try not to sabotage the coffee machine this trip.

Until customs detains us, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

If Wonwoo was intimidated, it’s because I sent him instructions written in complete sentences. A rare treat, I know.

You still haven’t confirmed the calibration matrix. We’ll need the traceable certs before equipment ships, or do you plan to charm EU regulators into letting us slide on documentation? Actually, don’t answer that. I’ve seen you talk to vendors.

Also: bring the correct adapter this time. I’m not sharing an outlet with you again.

Best of luck (to me), L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

The calibration matrix is in the tracker: third tab, fourth column, next to the thing labeled “READ ME, PLEASE” Try it. It’s fun.

And yes, I plan to charm the regulators. You, on the other hand, can stun them into compliance with your piercing PowerPoint transitions.

As for the outlet. I’m bringing an adapter. And a surge protector. For reasons.

Looking forward to our time in France. Nothing says “teamwork” like four days of jetlag and passive aggression.

Yours in regulatory purgatory, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

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from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

Yoon,

Per our debrief notes (the ones not written on a cocktail napkin), I’ve uploaded the final QAP revisions and vendor qualification summaries to the shared drive. You can stop emailing me pictures of our hotel room as  “documentation.” Though impressive dedication to fieldwork.

Also, your expense report still lists the mini bar from Tuesday night. Pretty bold move, considering you insisted you only drank half the bottle.

Respectueusement, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

You’re welcome for the in-room stress testing of French plumbing. I was being thorough.

Also, I did only drink half. You drank the other half and then told the front desk I was your emotional support engineer.

Re: shared drive. I see your formatting crimes continue. I fixed your spacing in the risk assessment table. Try to be better.

Yours across all timezones, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

Yoon,

I’d fix my spacing if you’d stop adjusting my bullet styles just to mess with me. And next time, maybe don’t volunteer us for the plant tour while hungover. Watching you nearly fall into a vat of solvent was not the regulatory impression we wanted.

Stop calling me yours, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

P.S. You still owe me one (1) bed. I’m adding it to your performance review.

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

Not my fault someone booked the hotel late and got us the romantic suite. You’re lucky I didn’t call room service for rose petals.

I’ve uploaded the final sign-offs and confirmation from the French regulatory contact—who says we’re the most “thorough and theatrically matched” engineers she’s worked with. I think that’s a compliment.

Let me know if I’ve missed any appendices. Or if you want your highlighter back.

Yours, even if you deny me (hotel registration said so), Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

P.S. I liked sharing the room with you. Not because of budget errors or international confusion. Just because it was you.

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from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Great audit notes, as usual. I’ve attached my edits for the CAPA log. We’ll have to discuss column F, because your formulas hate me.

Also, bold of you to post a photo of flowers on a Tuesday. Does SVT approve PTO for midweek romance now?

Am I being cheated on?, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Yoon,

Corrected the formula logic in column F. Try not to break it again.

And yes, Tuesday dates are a thing now. Believe it or not, some people find me tolerable enough to see more than once.

Shocking, I know.

Regrets, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Don’t worry. I’m sure your second date will be charmed by your bullet point consistency.

Personally, I’ve never seen the appeal of dating someone like you. Too sharp. Too bossy. Too quick to judge formula errors.

Fortunately, SVT doesn’t require us to like each other outside of Gantt charts.

Yours, whether you like it or not, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Yoon,

Believe me, the feeling is mutual. I'd sooner date a malfunctioning tensile tester.

I fixed your math in the timeline estimates. Again. Please don’t bother me for the rest of the week. I’m going to be busy preparing for date number two.

(You wish I was) Yours, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected] 

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You started sharing your location with YJH 👿 (Work).

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from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule 

Yoon,

Your revised equipment validation timeline looks solid. I’ve flagged the dates where QRA and process requal overlap. You’ll need to talk to Ops to make sure there’s no resource conflict.

Also, thanks. For the other night.

Don’t make a thing out of it. Reluctantly yours, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected] 

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule 

Wow. A “thanks.” What is this, a truce?

Noted on the QRA overlap—I’ll sync with Ops and shift our timeline by 2-3 business days. I’ve attached a revised Gantt for your very critical review.

Also: you owe me fries.

Yours with no reluctance whatsoever, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

P.S. Don’t let your guard down. I’d hate for you to start thinking I’m nice.

P.P.S. You’re beautiful when drunk. Infuriating, but beautiful.

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule 

Attached: my comments on your Gantt chart (see rows 14–27). Also, your font choices are unhinged. You’re lucky you’re marginally good at your job.

Fries are contingent on you not mentioning the karaoke. Sober now, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

P.S. You’re nice when you think I’m too drunk to remember.

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule 

I’ll swap the font if it means less red pen in my inbox.

And don’t worry, I’d never mention your rendition of “Dancing Queen” in front of senior management. Or that you made me sing backup.

As for being nice: I was just making sure you didn’t fall asleep in a nacho basket. Again.

Drunk on you, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

P.S. I remember everything you said. Even the parts you don’t.

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from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

Attached: updated protocol outline and projected data submission window. Added notes re: temperature excursions flagged by the lab.

Unrelated, but I saw your latest post. Interesting how you managed to frame the lighting just right on that cafe table. Almost as if someone you work with took the photo.

Also, bold choice uploading a cropped version of that one picture of me holding five tote bags. Very “soft launch,” very subtle.

Launched like a rocket ship, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

This isn’t the time.

The humidity chamber failed mid-run and half of the accelerated aging samples are compromised. I’ll need to retest from baseline and revalidate the controls. Not sure yet if it pushes our submission, but I’m flagging it with QA.

I suggest you review section 6.2 of the protocol instead of obsessing over my Instagram.

L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

Didn’t mean to distract. I hadn’t seen the alert yet. Engineering just looped me in on the chamber issue. I’ll prioritize sourcing backup samples and contact Tech Ops to check chamber calibration across all zones.

You’ll have data. We’ll make it work.

(But if you were soft-launching me, I looked great.)

Trying too hard, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

Yoon,

Appreciated. Sorry I snapped.

I just really didn’t want this run to go sideways. I know it’s not your fault—but I’ve been fielding calls since 7:00 a.m. and I’m a little fried.

Yours and then some, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

P.S. You looked ridiculous, but sure. Let the internet wonder.

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

You can yell at me any time. Preferably not before coffee, but I’ll survive.

QA says they’ll expedite sample disposal so we can start the new batch by end of week. I sent you a revised Gantt. And a snack. Don’t fight me on it.

Yours in whatever way you’ll have me, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

P.S. Internet speculation is already intense. I’ve received two DMs inquiring if I’m truly off the market. Is this your twisted little way of staking claim?

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

The snack was suspiciously well-timed. You’re lucky I like sesame.

Re: QA—I’ll update the submission calendar and notify Regulatory we’re adjusting the stability window.

And tell your fans I’m flattered, but my standards are higher than “guy who argues about font weight in shared spreadsheets.”

Yours for some reason (When did I succumb to this?), L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline

For the record, I wasn’t arguing. I was advocating for consistent formatting.

Also: I’m sorry. For earlier. I should’ve checked the system alerts before joking around. You always catch things first, and I forget what it’s like to be under that kind of pressure all the time.

Let me know what else you need. I mean it.

Yours for equally no reason (I bookmarked the first time you signed off with ‘yours’, btw), Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

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from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Apologies for the Timestamp 

Yoon,

I realize this is past hours. I won’t pretend it’s an emergency—it’s just the draft for the stability test realignment we discussed. I needed to get it out of my head or I wouldn’t sleep. It can wait until morning. I just didn’t want to forget.

Sorry. Again. Sleep well, or party well, or whatever it is you’re doing tonight.

Terribly sorry, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp 

Got your email—yes, timestamp noted.

I’m out. Drinking. Loud music, terrible lighting, questionable tequila. I’ll look at the draft during actual work hours. I promise.

Also, you do know that you’re allowed to exist outside work. Don’t apologize for thinking too hard. That’s half your brand.

Buzzing like a drunk bumblebee, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Yoon,

Enjoy your night out. Try not to bully the DJ. May your drinks be overpriced and your lighting flattering.

And hey—hope you pull. You deserve someone mildly tolerable for a few hours.

Cheers, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp 

The drinks are terrible. The lighting is flattering. I’ve technically pulled, but she’s more interested in the bartender now, which is fine because—

I miss you. You, and your midnight overthinking, and your Excel color codes, and the way you always say “don’t wait up” but still check your inbox five minutes later.

I miss you. Stupidly. Even while I’m here.

Yours at my own risk, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Yoon,

Pray tell why you're getting drunk and you're "pulling" what I can assume to be ABGs whose names you won't even know in the morning, and yet you're still in the club, emailing me? Missing my drunken emails?

Why? Are the girls of Wall Street not enough for you?

Totally not jealous, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

I can answer this so simply, it won’t even be fun.

The girls of Wall Street will never be you.

No one will ever be you.

I'm not enjoying my night as much as I should because you're not here. I'm in the club, drunk AND emailing you. That should tell you everything.

Come out with me next time. Wreck my plans. Ruin the music. Steal my coat.

I may be playing with fire, but to hell with it.

Burning myself, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected] 

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

I can feel you overthinking all the way from here. You’re probably thinking that I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and regret all of this. That I will be unable to face you at work come Monday, when I am no longer drunk out of my mind and thinking you are the most brilliant, most gorgeous, most infuriating person alive. 

You will be right. Thankfully, though, these are—what do the kids call it? ‘Receipts’. You will have a paper trail. These emails will be between you, me, and that Australian guy from IT. 

He will know, and you will know, that I may have the most miniscule work crush on you. 

Jesus Christ. What am I? A high schooler? 

Let’s try that again: Love is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. What I’m feeling for you isn’t love. It’s so much more than that.

Love sucks, and I need to sober up, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Get home safe, Jeonghan.

Yours, with questions, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

You just called me Jeonghan.

Yours, with answers (maybe), Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

That’s your name, isn’t it?

Stop e-mailing me while you’re at the club.

Fine. Yours, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

P.S.: I may have the most miniscule work crush on you, too.

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

i am  goi n    to die

Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

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You don't gasp, don't flinch. Your mouth exhales a sigh of contentment, and your lips curl up in what your boyfriend calls a sulky smile. Your hands curl around the bouquet of flowers you've been holding as you lean back against the body behind you, practically letting go of your own weight.

“Hannie.” You mutter, and hear a giggle right next to your ear. It makes you smile harder, your heart dancing in excitement.

“You got me, angel.” He says, dropping his hands to hold you steady by your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. One of his hands rounds you to touch the flowers you've brought, and you can feel him smiling beside your face. “Flowers? For me? Or do you have any other trainees to meet here?”

You click your tongue, unable to help the giddiness in your stomach. Hearing his voice, feeling his warmth, having him near you—it’s all a little overwhelming after a grand total of three weeks. However, you keep your tears hidden in fear of being teased by him.

“I'm only here for my boyfriend.” You say, staring at his hand that's caressing the flower petals. You wish to hold it, but somehow, you're a little too occupied with how peaceful you feel in his hold. Watching his ceremony from afar put you at ease already, healing something inside you that you didn't even know had broken since he left. But it also made you restless, not being able to wait till you could see him, hold him, kiss him.

However, now that he's here, you feel like all common sense has fled out of your body, You can only lean against him, let him hold you, and feel him.

“Really, now?” Jeonghan speaks in a low voice, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. “The boyfriend you won't even look at?”

You shut your eyes, letting your smile widen. Your hand is trembling a little as you reach out and keep it above his large one. Somehow, it looks even bigger than the last time you'd held it.

“I missed my boyfriend a lot.” You utter, bringing his hand up and kissing it. “God forbid a girl is scared to look at the said boyfriend.”

You hear Jeonghan laugh, his neck craning to try and look at your face. “Hey, why would you be scared?”

You shut your eyes, shifting the bouquet to one hand and lifting the other to move his face away. “Don't look at me. I don't wanna cry.”

Jeonghan coos at you, holding you tighter with both his arms and pressing a chaste kiss in the crook of your neck. “It's okay, angel. You can cry if you want to. But at least look at me?”

You pout, your eyes instantly welling up with tears as you shake your head, quickly turning in his hold. The moment your eyes meet his, you shut them tight, taking a deep breath and then opening them again to see his smiling face.

God, it's unfair how beautiful he is.

Surprisingly, despite the tears of overwhlem in your eyes, you mirror his gorgeous smile.

“I missed you too,” he says against your forehead, softly pressing a kiss against your skin. “So much. I might cry too.”

You've known Jeonghan enough to tell that he's missed you, but he's only saying this so you don't feel stupid about crying. That alone makes you shed a tear as you tiptoe and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. As part of his muscle memory, he hugs you back, stuffing his head in your shoulder. His hand cradles your head, softly threading your hair every second. “You're not even crying.”

“I thought you hated to see me cry,” you sniff, pressing yourself more against him to feel his warmth as much as you can. He chuckles, kissing your shoulder blade. “Not when you're crying because you nearly died from missing me.”

You pull back, frowning and hitting him with a fist. “Stop being like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like the world revolves around you.”

“Yours does.”

You open your mouth to argue, but any words of retaliation die down on your tongue. How are you supposed to deny that? All your three weeks worth of sadness has washed away just with one glimpse of him. Your world indeed revolves around him.

He giggles, taking the flower bouquet from you and handing you a photograph instead. You furrow your brows, staring down at your hand to see a picture of you that he had taken out from his pocket.

He places a gentle kiss on your lips, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger, before smiling softly. “My world revolves around you too, angel.”

The surge of emotions that course through your body is insane, and you instantly smile, holding his face between your palms and pecking him. “I adore you, hannie.”

He smiles, rubbing his nose against yours. “Mhm, I know. I adore you too, angel.”

And you know, no matter how many wounds cut through you, you'll always heal as long as Jeonghan is beside you. No matter how many weeks you spend apart from him, your comfort will find you in his form, always.

“Oh my god! No. You look so fucking cute!” Looking around for reinforcements, the pretty brunette meets Jeonghan’s eyes before grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the ice cream shop he was supposed to be managing. “Hi! Totally random, but like, could you tell my bestie how cute she looks? She’s worried the dress she just bought is too short.” 

Your cheeks were on fire as you tugged at your best friend’s arm, trying to get her not to talk to the random, incredibly attractive man just trying to do his job. Shaking your head, you laugh before tugging at your new summer dress in an attempt to hide your thighs as Jeonghan’s eyes move over your frame with a curious but amused look on his face. “You can just ignore her. Megan is feeling overly sociable today. I’m super sorry.” 

Shaking his head, Jeonghan pushes his hands from the counter and removes the lollipop from his mouth, feeling your eyes watching his tongue as he licks his lips. You were gorgeous and he could almost feel the embarrassment coming off you in waves—God, he loved this time of year. “You’re not bothering me at all. What? You think you’re chasing off all my customers?” Gesturing around to the empty shop, he smirks when you and your friend laugh sweetly at his joke. “But, seriously, nice to do something other than stare at the Hot Topic sign for a change and you look cute as fuck.” Tilting his head, Jeonghan watches how you shift from one foot to the other, your best friend at your side giggling as you get attention. “Perfect length on you, gorgeous.” 

Squealing under her breath, Megan grabs your hand and turns towards you to hide most of her reaction to Jeonghan’s blatant flirting. “Holy shit, Y/N. He’s so hot.” 

You weren’t reacting the same; you seemed more bashful and taken aback by it. Pushing your hair behind your ear, you laugh softly and nod gratefully, avoiding Jeonghan’s eyes, finding his gaze too intense. “Thanks…” 

“No reason to thank me. Again, you two brightened my day.” Tapping the counter with his fingertips, Jeonghan drops his lollipop in the trash before gesturing towards the ice cream freezer next to his register. “You guys want anything?” Seeing you start to shake your head, he grins, letting his teeth catch his bottom lip. “My treat. My name’s Jeonghan, by the way. Yoon Jeonghan.” 

Megan was not one to pass on free things, especially ones provided by incredibly attractive boys, so she is quick to tug you forward with a smile on her face. “I was seriously just thinking about how much I wanted something sweet.” Looking into the freezer quickly before meeting Jeonghan’s eyes again, she laughs as cutely as possible. “I’m Megan and this is Y/N. We go to the university.” 

As if that wasn't obvious, but Jeonghan pretends to be surprised, tilting his head and gasping. “Really? What are you two majoring in?” Opening the back of the freezer facing him, Jeonghan smirks to himself when Megan squeals again, tugging you closer to the counter. “You can have anything. My favorite is the raspberry cheesecake, but I’m a sucker for something overly sweet.” With his words, Jeonghan meets your eyes, watching how you shyly look away, your lips pulling up in a smile as you look down into the freezer. 

“Well, I’m getting my B.A in art history and Y/N—” 

“I’m pre-med.” 

Cute, shy, and smart as fuck. Giving you a genuinely impressed nod, Jeonghan nods along with Megan’s words as she picks the chocolate chip ice cream in a cone. “Two smart, pretty girls. Damn…” Handing off the cone to Megan, Jeonghan barely meets her eyes as he focuses on you, seeing you shy away from him again. He wanted to get past that innocent shell of yours and see if it was just an act or not, but he already had a feeling it wasn’t. “What do you want, Y/N? Vanilla?” 

Almost as if sensing the underlying meaning behind his words, you furrow your brows and clear your throat, looking back down at the ice cream as Jeonghan waits. Were you that obvious? Sure, you let Megan talk for you often, but she was more extroverted than you. You also weren’t used to a guy looking at you like Jeonghan was. You aren’t sure if its defiance, wanting to prove him wrong or your stupidity in that moment, but you shake your head and point down at the raspberry cheesecake. “You said it was good. I’ll trust you.” 

Smiling a bit brighter, Jeonghan lifts his brows as he scoops two scoops of the ice cream into a bowl, knowing you are watching him. You were trusting him. That was already a good sign. He needed to get to know you better. It had been a long time, at least a few months, since he had a good prospect when it came to girls—and you were perfect, just his type. Offering you the bowl of ice cream, Jeonghan lets his fingers slide over yours obviously on purpose as you thank him, your voice wavering. “Of course, gorgeous.” 

Megan was already snacking on her ice cream as she watched you with Jeonghan. She had enjoyed his attention, but she wasn’t stupid. He was not interested in her; his eyes had not left you. It was almost tragic how shy you were being around someone as hot as Jeonghan when he was practically begging for your attention. You were too timid for your own good, but luckily you had been blessed with the best of best friends. “You are so friggin’ sweet, Jeonghan. Like, for real! We are so lucky we ran into you.” Gasping as if she just had an idea, though it had been running through her head for a few minutes now. “Oh my god! Are you busy this weekend? There’s a party at our friends house and you should totally come. You know, if you want.” 

Jeonghan was starting to like Megan more and more. He had been trying to figure out how he was going to meet up with you again. Was he going to have to just ask you out right then? But no, bestie Megan came through with a brilliant idea. “A party, huh? And you two don’t already have dates?” 

“I mean!” Laughing as she links her arm with yours, Megan glances towards you, watching you take a small bite of your ice cream. She could see the look in your eyes, the one that said you wanted to run away as fast as possible. You had already told her you probably wouldn’t come out to the party, and now she was trying to start something. “I totally have one, but Y/N—” 

Furrowing your brows, you start to speak but the words get caught in your throat. Who the fuck was Megan’s date to the party? She hadn’t said anything about having a date anywhere and now all of a sudden she had a mystery date? Widening your eyes and begging for mercy from her, you shake your head but she just sighs happily, looking back at Jeonghan, who leans back on the counter, taking out his BlackBerry and pursing his lips. 

“I’d love to come. Here, put your number in and that way I can get the details later.” 

A soft, surprised sound escapes from your lips when Megan pushes you towards the counter and Jeonghan. Setting your ice cream down, you clear your throat and pick up his phone, carefully putting your name and number in as he smirks at you, reaching for a fresh spoon, taking a small bite from your ice cream, and humming happily. 

“It really is delicious, right?” 

Your cheeks had already been on fire, but now, watching Jeonghan pull the spoon through his lips as he enjoyed the ice cream, you were choking on thoughts instead of words. Nodding, you hand him back his phone and lick your lips, forcing yourself to speak. “It is. I really like it.” 

Turning his phone back towards him, Jeonghan glances over your contact information like it's an award in front of him before he grins at you again. “I’m already figuring you out, Y/N. See you for our date this weekend.” 

Laughing awkwardly, you push your lips together to stop the sound, taking a step backwards towards Megan. “Uh huh. Bu—bye. See you later.” It was easier said than done leaving the ice cream shop, even as Megan took your arm, guiding you out. One glance back at Jeonghan getting a wink from him had you tripping over your feet and stumbling slightly. “Shit…” 

“Oh my god… Girl, chillax!” Megan was doing her best to make you look good, but you were making it difficult, tripping over your own two feet. Luckily for you, with one glance back into the ice cream shop to wave at Jeonghan, Megan found him watching you like you were nothing but perfection. “By the way, you’re welcome. I’m putting world’s best wingwoman on my fucking resume from now on.” 

You were a good student: honor roll, Dean’s list, and in far too many clubs where you were president. To say that you were busy was an understatement. Spring break was never really a break for you. While others, like Megan, embraced the full meaning of the word break, you found yourself trying to get ahead on reading or planning for various club events when classes would start back in just a week. 

Furrowing your brows at the book in front of you, it doesn’t dawn on you that Megan is speaking to you, much less that she’s in the room, until the book is taken out of your hands and closed. “Hey! I was studying…” 

“Lame… It’s spring break, biatch. It’s time to sleep in late and stay up all night, not read—” Pursing her lips, Megan narrows her eyes at your book and reads the title like it leaves a sour taste in her mouth. “The Fundamentals of Clinical Microbiology. Seriously? Let’s do something fun!” Tossing your book onto the desk, Megan whines your name, sliding onto your bed and pulling you close to her, practically cuddling, finally getting a smile and laugh out of you. 

“Ugh, fine. Like what? Do you wanna go see a movie?” You were hoping for something as simple as that, but knowing your best friend, it wouldn’t be. She already had a mischievous glint in her eye as she reached for your phone, flipping it open and scrolling through your texts. 

“No, maybe. I don’t know. There isn’t really anything good out.” Kicking her feet against your bed, Megan stops on the text from Jeonghan that you had left unanswered. 

Jeonghan: Hey gorgeous it’s Jeonghan. Let me know the deets for this weekend. xx 

“Y/N! Why haven’t you answered him? Are you crazy?” Turning her body away from you as you reach for the pink Razr in her hand, Megan giggles under her breath before letting out a dreamy sigh, replying for you. 

Y/N: hi! omg I’m such a ditz sometimes! can’t believe i let this sit in my txts for so long. the party is on friday at 10. you can just pick me up and take me if you want. xo 

Smirking as she hands you back your phone, text sent, Megan sighs happily at the look on your face. She had once again saved your life. She was, in fact, the single best wingwoman on the fucking planet. 

“Why would you do that, Megan…” Whining as you shift on your bed to tug your legs up towards your stomach, you snap your phone closed, hoping that it will stop the inevitable from happening. Jeonghan made you nervous. He was obviously older than you and there was just something about him that seemed dangerous. Not in a serial killer kind of way, but in a this isn’t a boy you take home to Momma kind of way. 

“Because you are being stupid! He likes you and he’s really fucking hot.” Your change in behavior had Megan pouting at you. Why couldn’t you be happy that she was helping you? Show a little bit of gratitude that your best friend was saving you from yourself. “You are going to the party, Y/N. Now you have a reason besides hanging out with me. Seriously, you sit in this stupid room all the time with your nose in your books; have some fun, babe.” 

You want to keep arguing with Megan. You want to tell her that you don’t want to go to the party, but the look on her face has you folding. “Fine…” Your voice is quiet, causing her to lean towards you so you will repeat yourself. “I said, ‘Fine! I—I’ll go. I don’t even know if Jeonghan will—” You had started to say that you weren’t sure if he would answer your—Megan’s—text, but the moment you started to say it, a ding from your side had your stomach in your throat. 

Jeonghan: It’s alright bbz. I’d love to pick you up. What are you doing today? xx 

Smiling around her thumbnail, Megan kicks her legs again before sliding off your bed and stretching in front of you. “I’m gonna go to Jamba Juice and get something. You want?” 

How were you supposed to answer Jeonghan? Shaking your head to answer Megan, you glance up at her as she swipes her purse off the dresser and walks backwards towards the door. “You’re really leaving me? Now? What am I supposed to say to him?” Holding your phone up like it’s a bomb, you show Megan the text as she opens the door and grins at you. “Meg! You started this!” 

“And you can finish it, baby! Love you!” 

Tapping his fingers against the counter, Jeonghan sighs as he waits for you to answer him. He had to admit, your text didn’t really sound like how he expected you to text. It was too perky, but then again, he had only met you for a few minutes. 

“Dude… If you don’t stock the freezer, I swear to God I will shove this mop up your ass. I promise you won’t like it.” 

“How do you know?” Avoiding an empty bottle of cleaner, Jeonghan laughs as he pops back up over the counter to meet Joshua Hong’s eyes. He enjoyed the days his schedule overlapped with his best friend's. They had met in middle school, decided to share a desk, become best friends, and ruin their homeroom teacher’s morning all on the same day. 

“I’m not kidding. I want to get out of here and get to Mina’s.” 

That was code for I want to get my dick wet and that Jeonghan could respect. Holding up his hands, Jeonghan leaves his phone on the counter as he moves to the walk-in freezer, dragging out a few of the large containers of ice cream that needed to be replaced. Joshua was right anyway; the quicker this was done, the faster they both could get out of here and on to something bigger and better. 

Seeing Jeonghan’s phone light up, Joshua lifts his brows, letting his curiosity get the better of him while Jeonghan switches out the tubs of ice cream. “Who’s Y/N? Is this the college girl you’re trying to fuck?” 

You had texted him back. Dropping the ice cream without much care, Jeonghan smirks, swiping his phone out of Joshua’s hand so he can read your text. 

Y/N: Just in my room. Not really doing anything. Might take a walk in a bit. WBU?

Now this sounded more like what Jeonghan expected you to text like. Lifting his brows, he nods to Joshua’s question, resting his hip against the counter as his thumbs move quickly along the keys on his phone. “Yeah, she’s cute as hell. Just my type…” 

Jeonghan: Sounds cute. Want company? I’m finishing up at work xx 

Joshua knew what that meant—just Jeonghan’s type. Rolling his eyes, Joshua wrings out the mop one last time as Jeonghan finishes his text, that stupid smirk on his lips. “So she’s helpless and probably dumber than a box of rocks. Could you be any more deranged?” 

Shooting Joshua a dirty look, Jeonghan puts his phone back down on the counter with an annoyed sigh. “No. I mean, not all of that. She’s not dumb. In fact, she’s a pre-med student. So take that and shove it up your ass, Hong.” He couldn’t fight Joshua on the point that you were helpless. You had looked like you were made of glass and just the right amount of pressure might cause you to crack. Jeonghan couldn’t wait to see how much pressure that was. 

Y/N: You want to go on a walk with me? Is that boring?

“Ooo, pre-med. She could still be stupid. I mean, fuck… She’s talking to you.” 

“Fuck you. I’m a catch and you know it. Finish your mopping and go stick your dick in Mina. You are mean when you’re horny, Shua.” 

Not hiding his amusement as Jeonghan sulks at his phone, Joshua shakes his head. “And you are a sensitive pussy when you aren’t getting any. Hope she puts out.” Dodging a pen being launched at his head by Jeonghan, Joshua laughs as he pushes his mop and bucket towards the back. 

“Asshole…” Joshua wasn’t wrong. Jeonghan was on edge. He had put all of his eggs in one basket this week, that basket being you. He didn’t have anything else lined up; there was only you and a hope that you’d be worth his time. Were you already playing hard to get or was this confused routine you were playing at over text real? 

Jeonghan: Not boring. I’ll finish up here in like 20 mins and head towards the campus. See you soon bbz xx 

You were panicking. This had not been the plan. You always took a walk in the evening. That had been your reasoning behind telling Jeonghan about it, not so that he would take it as an invitation to join you. Why would he even want to do that? 

Quickly sliding off your bed, you whine under your breath, standing in front of your floor-length mirror attached to the back of your dorm door. You were not in the condition to be hanging out with anyone, much less someone like Jeonghan. You didn’t even know this guy and he already made you so nervous your hands wouldn’t stop trembling. 

It took the entire twenty minutes and then some for you to get dressed and to slap on a fresh coat of makeup that made you look decent without seeming like you were trying too hard. It was just a walk; literally nothing special about that at all and yet you now had clothes scattered across your bed from the amount of outfits you had deemed not good enough before settling on a pair of jean shorts and a light sweater. 

By the time that you stand in front of the mirror again, fussing over the details, you hear your ringtone obnoxiously blaring as your phone vibrates loudly on your desk. Clearing your throat, you look down at Jeonghan’s name on the phone in your hand before flipping it open and putting it to your ear and smiling so that you sound more confident than you feel. “Hello?” 

“Hi, gorgeous. Where the hell am I going? There are too many dorms and I don’t wanna look like a creeper driving around the campus in circles…” 

Jeonghan’s voice causes your stomach to tighten and heat up. You felt like you should ask him to stop calling you pet names, but at the same time, did you really want that? You were enjoying it too much. “Um—” Laughing softly into the phone, you grab your keys and lock your door behind you. “So I’m at Elkstone Hall…” 

Leaning to look at the signs, Jeonghan mutters the names mostly to himself before nodding. “Elkstone, got it. Be there in like two seconds…” 

“‘Kay, um, hey… You can park in 287. That—that’s my spot. I don’t actually have a car, but they gave me a spot anyway.” 

Smirking to himself, Jeonghan glances towards the building in front of him before turning into the parking lot, searching the spots by the numbers on the ground. “Gotcha. 270—Oh, got it. Nice spot… Must have cost Mommy and Daddy out the ass to get.” 

You aren’t sure why Jeonghan’s comment makes you slow your steps, but yet you still laugh, awkwardly tilting your head. “Um, yeah. Wasn’t cheap, but it was required. You know, in case I get a car or something. Plus my parents use it when they visit… So not a complete waste of money.” 

This was a good judge of your character already. You were timid about something as simple as how much a parking spot cost—interesting. Jeonghan could hear a bit of shame in your voice when you talked about it. Your family probably had money, but you didn’t brag about it and didn’t show off. So sweet and pure. Smirking to himself, Jeonghan locks his car and glances towards the building, seeing you waiting on the sidewalk, your phone pressed up against your cheek. Sweet, pure, fucking adorable, and his. 

“Nah, makes sense, Gorgeous. I’m here, by the way.” Lifting his hand to get your attention, Jeonghan takes his phone away from his ear and hits end when you finally do meet his eyes. “You always look this fucking cute when you take a walk?” He was still a few feet away, but Jeonghan could almost see the embarrassment coming off you in waves as you tugged at the sleeves of your sweater.  

“I—what? No, I don’t look cute.” You couldn’t look at Jeonghan, not directly at least. He was standing right in front of you now; you could feel his eyes on you, but it was akin to feeling the sun on your skin. “Just, you know, pulled on something.” 

Jeonghan doubted that very much. He could see the bit of makeup you must have put on, though he doubted that you needed it. You had put in some effort to come outside because he was going to be here. It was cute and you were so shy that his head was going to explode. Reaching up to push his index finger under your chin, Jeonghan bites his bottom lip as he meets your eyes. “You’re perfect and you look cute. Come on, I’m here for an evening stroll.” 

Looking down at Jeonghan’s hand, his palm facing up as he waits for you to take it, you feel your hands start to shake slightly. Guys never made you this nervous. Not that you took much time to date. There had been a guy or two here and there, but nothing that ever lasted for long. You were too busy and, worst of all, in their opinion, wouldn’t give it up. You weren’t a virgin, just not heavily experienced like the guys at university expected you to be. You weren’t getting on your knees at the sight of a cute guy wanting to look at his probably very ugly dick. So why now was this guy you had met a single time making you feel weak? 

“Why?” Clearing your throat, you shake your head gently, sliding your hand into Jeonghan’s and feeling him lace his fingers with yours. “I mean, why would you wanna come all the way out here to take a walk with me?” 

Jeonghan liked the feeling of your hand in his. He liked how you let him hold your hand properly. This wasn’t any of that middle school hand-holding; this was fingers laced, palms together hand-holding. This made girls know you were sincere about what you were saying—or at least seem like you were. “Well, baby doll, because I wanna get to know you. Isn’t it obvious that I like you?” 

Could he feel your heart beating hard? It felt like it was beating so hard and quick that it was radiating throughout your entire body. The smile that pulls at your lips has you feeling even more shy as you lower your head and turn slightly away from Jeonghan. This was insane. Jeonghan’s words had to feel like you were both drowning and flying at the same time. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering around so quickly that you almost felt sick, but when he stopped walking and guided you back towards him, you whined. “No, I mean—this is crazy. You don’t even know me.” 

Your cheek is hot under Jeonghan’s thumb as he gently lifts your face back up so he can look at you again. “It’s not crazy. Crazy is not realizing you were in this stupid town all this time.” Laughing when you whine again, Jeonghan gives you a bit of mercy, moving his hand from your face and letting you walk beside him again. “I told you, I wanna get to know you. The good, the bad, the ugly...”

Sighing under your breath, you gently tug at Jeonghan’s fingers as you turn to walk backwards for a moment, looking at him to make sure he’s serious. The look on his face seems so sincere that it breaks your resolve. Moving back to his side, you let yourself linger closer to him, not seeing the smirk on his face as you give him exactly what he wants. “Okay. Um, then you should know that the first text today wasn’t from me.” Furrowing your brows, you timidly look up to meet Jeonghan’s eyes afraid that you’ll see disappointment behind them, but instead you just see slight amusement. “Megan took my phone.”

“Ah… That makes more sense. I thought you seemed different from one text to another. Less—” Laughing into his words, Jeonghan sways a bit on his feet, playfully pulling you with him, enjoying how easy it is to make you laugh along with him. “Perky.”  

Jeonghan was making this easy. You were enjoying this. It felt natural. Nothing was expected of you. Just a girl taking a walk with a cute guy who could make her laugh. It almost felt too good to be true. “Mm, yeah. She’s like that, but she means well. She’s maybe overly excited about the possibility of—” The idea of saying anything about you and Jeonghan makes your nerves take over you in that moment. The bit of confidence you had gained in those few moments fades away just like your words, your eyes on the ground. 

“Possibility of?” Bumping his arm into yours, Jeonghan smiles at your sudden mood change. You were interesting. Not just a beautiful face and a body he’d love to ravish, but a mind he’d love to explore for at least a little while. Jeonghan could see himself getting addicted to you quickly. “Possibility of this? Me and you, baby? Why are you scared of it? I’m not gonna bite you.” 

He had a point. Jeonghan hadn’t done a single thing wrong. In fact, he had only done a hundred things right so far. You hadn’t known him long and maybe all the pet names this quick was a little bit of a shock, but they kind of felt nice to hear. You didn’t mind being Jeonghan’s baby, his baby doll, or being called gorgeous. “I don’t know. Haven’t had the best track record with guys—” 

“Fuck ‘em. They aren't me, Y/N.” Taking a step backward, Jeonghan guides you with him until he reaches the retaining wall. “I’m not some burnout, college dipshit, who’s just wasting his daddy’s money...” Jeonghan doesn’t hide his smirk when you gasp at the feeling of him picking you up and sitting you on the short retaining wall so he can stand between your thighs, getting eye level with you. He liked having you like this. He knew that if he touched your cheeks again, they’d be hot like you’d been standing next to an oven. Standing like this, Jeonghan could slide his hands over your knees, testing the waters and keeping his fingers from going any higher. “You know that, right, baby doll?” 

Nodding quickly, feeling chill bumps erupting along your skin under Jeonghan’s fingers, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. “Uh huh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” 

“Shh, I know. Just—fuck.” Glancing down at your legs, Jeonghan carefully slides his hands along your thighs, squeezing gently at the meatiest part and hearing you gasp only to swallow the sound. You were fucking perfect. Everything about you. From the way you looked to the way you reacted to him. “Making me have to remind myself to behave.” Putting on a smooth, sweet smile, Jeonghan meets your eyes once again, noticing how your lips are parted just slightly as if you were on the edge of a moan. God, what he wouldn’t give to pull it out of you. Patience. He had to be patient. “You know none of the guys on this stupid, fucking campus deserve you, right? You know that, gorgeous?” 

Jeonghan’s fingers glide over your skin, staying closer to your knees, but you can still feel him higher on your legs. You feel the shame bubbling inside you because you want him to touch you like that again. Swallowing hard, you nod, agreeing with Jeonghan quickly even if you don’t actually agree with him. Why were you doing that? Did it even matter? 

“That’s right. You know it. My smart girl.” Brushing this thumb over your cheek, Jeonghan coos softly as your lips part once again, your eyes falling to his lips before, quick as lightning, looking away. You wanted to kiss him. The feeling was mutual. “It’s getting late and I wouldn’t dare risk you being out here after dark without me. Not with these shorts on, angel.” 

Starting to speak to tell Jeonghan you’ve worn these shorts hundreds of times and nothing has ever happened to you, you stop when his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. The action not only stuns you but also does wonders to keep you agreeable. “Uh huh… okay, Jeonghan.” 

Like clay in his hands already. You were speaking so sweetly, almost lazily, against his thumb. Jeonghan bet he could get you to do almost anything he wanted right now, but that would ruin the fun of this and the point of it. You were pumping through his veins now. He had thought he could get addicted… He just didn’t know how fast. 

With you walking back at his side, your fingers laced with his, Jeonghan smiles, feeling your head lean towards his shoulder. It was almost night and day compared to the walk to the end of the road to coming back to the large, ugly building you were calling home. Jeonghan hated it already. It looked too much like a prison and like somewhere he couldn’t get into on a whim. “What do you have left to do tonight, baby?” 

God, you loved that. Baby. You shouldn’t. You weren’t anything to Jeonghan. Not yet. You couldn’t be—that was impossible—and yet you felt like getting down on your knees and begging him to give it a label already—but you had more pride than that still. “Um, I was working on—” Smiling at the idea of what you had been doing, you shake your head and lean your head back, feeling embarrassed. “God, it’s stupid. I was getting a head start on my reading for my classes next week.” 

A little overachiever. That’s adorable. Smirking to himself as the thoughts cross his mind, Jeonghan nods along with you, letting your fingers slide to the end of his as you start to walk backwards toward the building. “Can’t even let yourself enjoy a break properly, huh? Good thing you got me to take you to a party and keep you distracted for a night, right? What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?” 

Swallowing hard when Jeonghan takes a step towards you so that he can slide his arm around your waist, you press your lips together and shake your head. “I—I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know?” Carefully moving his fingers along your back, Jeonghan bunches your sweater into his hand, letting out a soft sigh into his words. “Gotta get you to relax somehow.” 

Your eyes migrate down to Jeonghan’s lips one more time, but this time they linger before you watch them pull up into a smile. “I—I can relax. ‘M relaxed…” 

You were practically begging for it. You were looking at Jeonghan’s lips like they were made of candy. Licking his lips, Jeonghan nods along with your stumbled words as he rocks you in his arms once, just back and forth, testing how stiff you are. “Don’t seem very relaxed. Seem focused on something. You wanna ask for something, baby doll?” 

Why was he making you ask for it? Didn’t guys just usually do what they wanted anyway? No guy that you had never gone on a date with had asked you or made you ask for a kiss. You’d get back to the door or, god forbid, their apartment, and they’d just kiss you or try to make a move. Jeonghan was clearly so different. Whining under your breath, you furrow your brows, starting to turn your head away, only for Jeonghan to gently hold your head in place with his thumb and forefinger on your chin. 

“Ask me or I won’t kiss you. Say please, baby.” 

It felt degrading and yet your knees were weak, making you rely on Jeonghan to keep you upright. “I—please, Jeonghan.” Seeing him nod once as if to tell you to keep going, you blink a few times and lick your lips, trying to gain the confidence to speak up. “Please kiss me?” 

Perfect. Pliable. His. 

Cooing at your request, Jeonghan pouts slightly, running his fingers behind your ear before sighing. “You are beautiful and you asked so sweetly. I don’t know if I should…” 

Just when you think Jeonghan isn’t going to give you what you had asked for, that he’s going to make you ask him again, beg for it, he smiles and presses his lips against yours, taking your breath away. You feel boneless for a moment, no air in your lungs; it’s like your heart paused for just a couple of seconds to let you live in that moment until Jeonghan’s lips are off yours. The second that happens, your chest practically aches. Your brows furrow tightly, your fingers digging into the sides of Jeonghan’s shirt to keep him close to you as he laughs softly under his breath, giving into you and brushing his lips against yours for just a second more. 

“Time for you to go inside and get ready for bed, baby. I wanna see you get through that door before I leave. Make sure nothing touches my girl.” 

His girl. Sighing almost as if you were swooning over Jeonghan, because if you were honest with yourself, you were swooning, you nod to his words. “Mmkay. You’ll text me?” 

You were his. What a silly question for you to ask, and yet that question made Jeonghan pleased. You were just as hooked as he was. “Of course I will. Now—” Sliding his hand from yours, Jeonghan kisses your cheek, letting his hand that had been on your back slide over your ass before he takes a step back from you. “Get your cute little ass inside. Be a good girl.” 

Maybe Jeonghan hadn’t meant to let his hand go that low, but your face was on fire again. Biting at your thumbnail, you just nod and walk backwards for a couple of steps before finally turning to walk normally. Every couple of steps, you look over your shoulder to see if Jeonghan is doing what he said to find him with his hands resting in his jacket pockets as he watches you make your way to the door. 

Jeonghan waits until the door shuts before he grins and turns back towards the parking lot. Taking the keys from his pocket, he shakes his head and lifts his brows, feeling the rush of adrenaline pulsing through him. This had gone better than he could have imagined it going. Sliding behind the wheel of his Corvette, Jeonghan takes out his cellphone and smirks. He could wait and send you a message later but why when you were already wrapped around his finger? 

Jeonghan: You are already running circles in my mind, baby girl. I can’t wait to see you on Friday. xx <3 

You could see the annoyance written on Megan’s face as she attempted to help you with your makeup despite your leg bouncing up and down. You were nervous. How could you not be? You and Jeonghan had been texting back and forth for a couple of days now, but tonight was the party and it felt like a huge deal. 

“Stop.” Pushing down on your knee, Megan meets your eyes, giving you a serious look. “I’m trying to do this eyeliner, but if you keep vibrating like that, I’ll poke your eye out.” 

Forcing yourself to stay still, you pout up at Megan before looking up at the ceiling, letting her continue what she had been working on. “Sorry… ‘M just—do you really have a date? Can’t you just go with me and Jeonghan?” 

It hadn’t been the first time over the last couple of days that Megan had heard this plight. Sighing, she tilts your head down and furrows her brows. “Eyes closed. One, yes, I have a date. I’m going with Jun from my dance class and two, I will not get in the way of young love.” 

It was even harder now to stay still. The eyeliner pencil was making your skin itch and your stomach was in knots. “I didn’t even know that you and Jun talked—” 

“Well, surprise, we do. Okay, open.” Smiling at her work as if she’s looking at a canvas in front of her that she’s spent hours painstakingly painting, Megan nods. “So fucking pretty. Like, seriously, it’s unfair that you are smart and have that face.” 

You watch as Megan turns and plops down on your bed, bouncing once before she starts to put away her makeup. “You’re being silly…” Your words are quieter than you mean them to be, but they still cause Megan to smirk, her eyes finding yours briefly as you shift uncomfortably, turning to look into the mirror propped up on the desk. You did look pretty. Megan had done a great job with your makeup, even if it was a bit more intense than you usually wore. “Thanks for helping me.” 

Shrugging, Megan watches you turn your head from side to side, looking at yourself in the mirror. “Wasn’t even a big deal. My bestie should look as hot as possible on her first date with her boy toy.” 

The idea of that had you groaning under your breath and pushing the chair away from the desk. “I—he’s not—I don’t know what—-” 

“You kissed, right?” Nodding along with you, Megan smiles mostly to herself as you carefully tug your shirt over your head, avoiding your makeup. She had helped you decide what to wear too. That had been a painstaking, hour-long debate. You had wanted to cover up as much as possible, but per usual, she had won out and now you were slipping on your new summer dress. “He called you baby? Y/N… Be so for real right now. He is your boyfriend, or he will be by the end of the night.” 

You didn’t want to admit that Megan was right. The conversations between you and Jeonghan told you exactly the same. Even if you weren’t sure, he seemed pretty convinced. Tugging at the end of your dress at your thighs, you shift your weight from one foot to the other, pouting at Megan in the mirror. “Maybe…” 

“You’re disgusting.” 

Laughing at Joshua’s complaint, Jeonghan shifts his shoulder to push his phone closer to his ear as he drives. “Whatever. You can still come to the party if you want. I seriously fucking doubt they are going to care. Plus I’m sure Megan will be looking for a dick to bounce—” 

“Again, you’re disgusting! No, I’m not coming.” Rolling his eyes as he opens the door of his own car, Joshua feigns annoyance with his best friend while slipping into the driver's seat. “I have plans anyway.” 

“Oh yeah? Gonna see Mina again? God, she’s got you whipped. The pussy must be great.” 

Jeonghan was always good at pushing buttons. That went for anyone, but especially Joshua’s. The difference was Joshua knew when Jeonghan was just looking for a reaction. They had been friends for too long and he knew this routine. “Yeah, it’s great, man. What’s your deal? You act like Y/N doesn’t have you crawling after her. You’ve been stalking her MySpace like a creeper all fucking week.” 

That wasn’t a lie. You liked to post pictures. You took the time to make little albums and make your page perfectly you. How could Jeonghan not spend an hour or so just enjoying what you had offered up to the world? “Mm, my gorgeous little doll. Tonight will be interesting for sure. Another reason I’m shocked you don’t wanna come with.” 

“There’s nothing there for me. Besides, you’ll tell me all about it later.” Making a face like he’s tasted something sour, Joshua shakes his head. “In too much detail, I’m sure.” 

Turning into the parking lot of your dorm, Jeonghan smirks, tilting his head slightly. “Maybe… Probably. Anyway, I’m here so…” Jeonghan had already pulled into the spot that you had told him about the last time he was here. He had only been here once and he was already feeling like he belonged, even if he couldn’t just walk into the building like he wanted to. 

“Whatever. I’d say not to do anything I wouldn’t do, but—” 

“I’m going to do everything you wouldn’t do.” 

Joshua laughs, knowing that Jeonghan isn’t even close to lying. He had been through all of the stages with Jeonghan, but this one was different. He was hyperfixated on you. Any of the other girls that Jeonghan had set his sights on, Joshua knew they would be a quick one and done, but he had a feeling that wasn’t how this was going to go. “Alright, sure. Later.” 

Ending the call, Jeonghan smirks at the screen, quickly moving to his texts with you glancing over the last view. Things had been going well—very well. You would text him the moment you woke up and the texts would come at least hourly throughout the entire day until you’d send a sweet little goodnight message. If he could get even more from you, that would be the cherry on top of the cake. He couldn’t be exactly faulted for wanting you as obsessed with him as he was with you. Fair was fair. 

Jeonghan: I’m here baby doll xx 

There really was no hiding your reaction to Jeonghan’s text. You were doing everything but twirling your hair as you read it and Megan was observant. It didn’t matter if she was putting the finishing touches on her own makeup; she knew swooning when she saw it. She had seen that look on your face more than a dozen times over the past few days. “Tell Jeonghan I said hi. I’ll see you guys at the party, babe.” 

The butterflies in your stomach were swarming at the idea of seeing Jeonghan again. Biting your bottom lip, you whine under your breath, glancing quickly towards Megan before swiping your bag from your bed. “Uh huh…” The moment you start to turn towards the door, you stop and clutch your phone against your chest tightly, meeting her eyes once more. “You sure I look okay?” 

“More than okay. You look hot.” Megan could almost see the heat radiating off your face from across the room. She knew you were her most innocent friend and she loved you for it, but innocence had an expiration date. ”Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” 

Scoffing as you open your door, you find yourself stumbling over your own feet as you try to keep your cool. “I—okay. You’d do anything and everything so—”

“Exactly! I don’t plan on making it home tonight and if you do, I’ll be so fucking disappointed.” Laughing under her breath when you slam the door behind you, Megan turns her attention back to the mirror in front of her. There was a good chance you’d still come before midnight, but she could hope that Jeonghan was the one who would bring you out of your goody-two-shoes shell and help you have some fun. 

Just when Jeonghan was starting to become restless waiting for you, his lips pulled up in a smirk around the lollipop resting between his teeth. You were so fucking gorgeous and his brain was pulling in two different directions just watching you walk towards him. On one hand he couldn’t wait to take you to this party and have you on his arm, and on the other he wanted to skip the fucking party and keep all eyes off of you. Did you even realize how pretty you were? Could you feel how short your dress was or how the wind was picking up the end of it around your thighs? God, Jeonghan’s mouth was watering at just the sight of you. 

“Hi, Jeonghan. Sorry, I was trying to hurry but—” A surprised sound slips from your lips only to be muffled when Jeonghan pulls you towards him as he leans against the side of his car. His lips meet yours and you taste the strawberry lollipop he had in his mouth on his tongue. You hadn’t expected such a sudden kiss, but he had your stomach tightening and your head spinning—you weren’t complaining. 

Resting the hand against your hip, Jeonghan keeps his fingers away from your dress so that his lollipop doesn’t touch you as his other hand cups your jaw, keeping you close. You were better than candy and the soft little noises you were making had his jeans threatening to get tighter. Sighing against your lips, Jeonghan lets you lean back as he licks his lips and smiles at you, bringing his lollipop back up and offering it to you, watching you open your mouth shyly but obediently. “Hold on to that for me, baby doll. God, you look like an angel. How am I gonna keep my hands off you tonight?” 

Strawberry candy quickly coats your tongue, and you have to swallow hard to keep yourself from drooling at the thought of Jeonghan’s hands on you. You weren’t like this, so attention-starved, but Jeonghan really brought something out in you that scared you and excited you. Moving the lollipop to your cheek, you smile softly and tilt your head. “I dunno. You look really good. You—mmm, you ready to go? It’s a bit of a drive to Chan’s house.” 

Jeonghan was ready to go, but hearing the name of the friend’s house in question had him rolling his eyes even as he opened the passenger’s side door for you. “Chan, huh? Chan who?” Scratching his eyebrow, he watches closely as you slide into the leather seat, your fingers under your soft thighs enjoying the feeling of the material under your skin. “How close are you and Chan?” 

You hadn’t realized how nice of a car Jeonghan drove until you were inside of it. Glancing around, you bite your lip at the idea of the soft top and how nice it would be to put it down. All of the thoughts slowly leave your head at the tone of Jeonghan’s voice and the questions about Chan. Blinking up at him, you take the lollipop from your lips and suck on your bottom lip to clean the sticky candy from it before shaking your head. “I—just Lee Chan. He’s a year or so younger than me and Megan. We aren’t, like, super close. He’s in Megan’s dance club.” Trying to judge Jeonghan’s reaction, you tilt your head and smile at him in an attempt to ease the tension. “He just throws a lot of parties, Jeonghan.” 

Nodding along with you, Jeonghan smiles when you do before reaching for the lollipop, bringing it back to his lips to suck on it between speaking. “Just curious, baby. Buckle your seatbelt.” Not giving you time to speak, Jeonghan closes your door and moves around to the other side, sliding into his seat as you adjust your seatbelt over your chest with a sigh, once again looking around the car and towards the roof. “You want the top back? Just gotta ask me for things. Can’t give you what you want if you don’t.” 

Something in how Jeonghan speaks makes your stomach tighten. You look down and laugh softly, uncomfortably, before shrugging. He wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t like he could read your mind… “Um—yeah. I’ve never been in a convertible before.” Your lips push together as you gather the courage to lift your eyes, meeting Jeonghan’s, finding him watching you curiously, his fingers turning the keys in the ignition, bringing the car to life. “It’s a really nice car, Jeonghan.” 

It was a nice car. Jeonghan knew that all too well. It was his pride and joy. Glancing around the car, he grins before reaching up to press a button, watching the top start to move back slowly. “Thanks, baby. My dad doesn’t know how to say I love you so he bought me a car instead. I’m not complaining.” 

Even as you begin to feel the breeze start to move through your hair, you can’t seem to find your smile after Jeonghan explains his car. That made more sense. You had felt bad for wondering how he could afford something so nice working at the mall, but clearly there was more to this story. “Oh… I—we haven’t really talked about our families, so I didn’t—” 

“Aw, baby. Don’t worry so much.” Putting his car in drive, Jeonghan grins at you before tossing the last of his lollipop out the window. With his hands free, he sighs and slides his palm along your knee, feeling you tense slightly under his touch. “My family is two ways to fucked, but it has its benefits.” Gesturing his fingers from the steering wheel, Jeonghan sighs, leaning his head back against the headrest. “My mom should’a left my dad a long time ago, but she’s just as spoiled as me, and people don’t get divorced around here.”  

Swallowing hard, you glance from Jeonghan’s fingers kneading into your thigh back up to him as he takes a left when prompted to. “No, I guess it’s the same way where I’m from. I’ve been lucky, though. My parents are really happy, and I—well, Megan says I have a charmed life.” 

Jeonghan could already see that was the case. He had seen the parking spot, your clothes, your bracelet, and even the purse you were carrying. It wasn’t like he was much different in terms of money; his dad was a hedge fund manager, but when Jeonghan decided to drop out of college and play around, that’s when his dad stopped lining his pockets so easily. 

“It’s cute. How you clearly don’t have to try for anything.” 

Furrowing your brows, you look out the window to hide the way that Jeonghan’s words tug at your self-esteem. It didn’t feel that way to you. If anything, you felt like you had to try harder. More was expected of you. It wasn’t like you woke up one day and announced you wanted to be a doctor by choice. You were following in your mother’s footsteps. “Take another left.” 

Your voice had gotten so much quieter. You were meek to begin with, but now you were almost crawling inside yourself. Smirking to himself, Jeonghan rolls his eyes at your attitude change, knowing he struck a nerve. “Alright, baby. You mad at me? Was I bad?” Stroking your inner thigh lightly, Jeonghan glances over at you, offering you a soft pout when you do finally meet his eyes. He could see the way your eyes searched his. You were hurt; you probably wanted to be angry, but you were too sweet so instead you just shook your head. “No? I’m not a bad boyfriend, am I?” 

Boyfriend. God, you still weren’t used to that term. When had it even been decided? You weren’t sure if it had been that first night when Jeonghan had kissed you or perhaps during the text conversations afterwards—but the word made your stomach tighten. “No, Jeonghan.” You didn’t have enough context to tell him he was a bad anything yet and you wouldn’t want to. How could you look at this handsome guy and tell him that he wasn’t perfect? That would be insane. 

Sliding his hand from your thigh into your hand, Jeonghan smiles, feeling you lace your fingers with his. “I’d be so upset if you were mad at me. Hate seeing anything but a smile on my beautiful girl’s face.” As if on cue, Jeonghan glances over to see a smile pull at your lips, giving him what he wants. “There it is. God… I’m lucky, aren’t I?” 

You weren’t so sure how lucky Jeonghan could be with just you, but he made you feel like a diamond when he treated you like this. You were special and his. Biting at your bottom lip, you hum out a happy sound as Jeonghan’s fingers tighten against yours before he lets go completely in place of having both hands on the wheel. The traffic around the party was a bit busier. You could instantly see the frustration wash over Jeonghan’s face as he furrows his brows and mutters under his breath, pulling into the yard. This wasn’t an ideal parking spot, but it would do and there were already plenty of people taking notice of not just how nice Jeonghan’s car was, but who was getting out of it. 

“Holy shit… Who is that?” There were plenty of other whispered conversations that started just like that as Jeonghan moved around to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. People wanted to know if he was a senior or why they couldn’t remember seeing him or his car on campus before—but mostly he could see the lust in so many eyes. There was desire not only for him or you, but to be him or you. That was intoxicating and infuriating. He loved being the topic of conversation. Loved having the arm candy, but you were his candy and he didn’t share. 

“You never told me I was dating the popular girl on campus, baby doll.” 

Jeonghan speaks right against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Between the warmth of his breath and the breeze against you, you feel goosebumps erupt over your skin. Turning to look at him, you laugh softly under your breath, feeling shy under Jeonghan’s close gaze, but also at his words. “I—no. What? I’m not.” 

It was almost too amusing how you tried to make yourself smaller as Jeonghan pressed his fingers into your waist, keeping you close to him. “No? Funny, everyone seems to be paying attention to you.” Swiping a drink from the counter, Jeonghan brings it to his lips, taking a sip of the alcohol and enjoying the slight burn in the back of his throat as you seem to take in his words. He could almost see the way your eyes studied the crowd, a smile pulling at your pretty lips when a few people waved at you, earning themselves back a shy wave in return. 

“It’s just—they’re just people from some of the classes I’m in. They barely talk to me. I doubt they remember—” 

“Hey! Y/N, you came!” 

Pressing your lips together, you see Jeonghan’s brows lift to the excited voice as he lets you turn in his arm to face who it belongs to. You weren’t sure why it made you feel so self-conscious and almost guilty to be next to Jeonghan as one of your friends fawned over you, but your cheeks were on fire. Smiling at Chan, you nod along with him, leaning into his hug, feeling Jeonghan’s fingers slide from your stomach to give you space. “Yeah! Yeah, I wouldn’t have missed this. You throw the best parties…” 

Chan laughs, his brows lifting as he gives you a confused look before he glances over to the man whose eyes haven’t left him. “Uh, well—I mean, hell yeah. I have a reputation to uphold. Can’t let anyone think that my title is up for grabs, know what I mean?” 

“What title is that?” Jeonghan was tired of watching this guy hold on to you and get your attention. You were smiling a bit too sweetly for his liking, and Chan’s fingers were still on your arm. Who the fuck did he think he was? Who the fuck did he think that Jeonghan was? Couldn’t he see who you belonged to? 

“Oh! Channie is like the “Party King” or something.” Rolling your eyes playfully, you laugh quietly, but it dies off just as quickly when you meet Jeonghan’s eyes only for him to turn his attention back to Chan. 

“And I wear my crown proudly. It’s made of beer cans. Soonyoung literally made me—” 

“You want a drink, baby? Maybe the Party King, planned snacks.” 

Furrowing your brows tightly at how Jeonghan cuts Chan off, you swallow hard and shake your head before quickly nodding when Jeonghan nods at you. “I’d—yeah. I’d like a drink, Jeonghan.” You think that maybe Jeonghan will go get you a drink and bring you one back, but instead his fingers lace with yours and he starts to guide you away from Chan, who looks taken aback. 

“Uh—” Gesturing towards the kitchen, Chan shakes his head, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened as Jeonghan smirks at him. “There’s shit in there. I—I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.” 

You don’t have much time to say anything, Jeonghan guiding you along with him as you nod to Chan, offering him an apologetic smile. You could feel your stomach twisting with anxiety even when you stepped into the kitchen and Jeonghan sighed your name. Your eyes follow his hands as he uses the ladle to pour some of the punch into a red Solo cup before offering it to you. 

“There you go. Is it good?” Concern was written on your face, but Jeongan just smiles at you fondly, watching you tip the cup back before nodding. You were so sweet and innocent, even now with a drink in your hand, that he felt like he had to guide you—protect you. Lifting his hand to swipe a bit of the drink from your lip, Jeonghan hums softly, bringing his thumb to his own mouth and sucking it clean. “Messy baby. Here, eat this.” 

You weren’t really hungry, but when Jeonghan puts the bag of chips in your hand, you take it anyway. How could you tell him no when he was just trying to take care of you and looking so perfect while doing it? Letting him guide you back towards the living room, you stay quiet at first. It’s easier to let him guide the conversations and talk for you. All you have to do is smile and nod as you lean against him. It isn’t until he presses a kiss to your cheek and tells you that he’ll be back that you feel a layer of pressure lift from you along with anxiety taking its place. 

This wasn’t your scene—not normally. You’d come to a party of two a year, but there had been a good reason Chan had been so surprised to see you show up. You rarely actually accepted the invitations. There were more important things to do. You were always covered up with homework or some task that could be taken care of instead of doing what you were doing now: dulling your senses with the rest of your drink. Frowning at the empty cup in your hand, you look around for Jeonghan before moving back to your feet and into the kitchen on your own. 

“That shit is dangerous, you know.” 

Turning your head towards the familiar voice, you smile and shake your head, returning the ladle to the bowl before turning to face Kim Mingyu. You didn’t know him well, but he was also pre-med and incredibly handsome. He was hard to miss. “Oh? Tastes fine.” 

Mingyu grins at you, his eyes not so subtly moving over your face and down the front of your body before he sighs, picking up his own cup to get a drink. “I know it does, but what you don’t know is that it’s 40 percent juice and 60 percent fuel. I’d take it slow, you know, if I were you.” 

Watching Mingyu tip back his own drink as he manages to empty it in seconds, you laugh and sip at your own much slower. “Guess you’re glad you aren’t me then, huh?” Your eyes move over Mingyu’s handsome face before you clear your throat, remembering who and where you are as you start to look for Jeonghan. 

“I don’t know. Being smart and beautiful doesn’t sound too bad.” Feeling a pang of disappointment when your attention is pulled from him, Mingyu purses his lips and rests his hip against the counter. You were really one of the prettiest girls not just at the party but at the university, and this was a rare occasion that he saw you out and your nose wasn’t buried in a book. “You missing somebody?” 

Nodding along with Mingyu, you lick your lips and quickly shake your head, feeling a little confused as you try to think how to answer his question. “I—um, kinda. My—” What did you call Jeonghan? Yes, he was your boyfriend, but it felt so weird saying it now. Just as you start to open your mouth to explain, seeing the look on Mingyu’s face, you feel a hand slide over your ass and up to your hip as Jeonghan pulls you back towards him, away from Mingyu. 

“There you are, baby doll.” Nuzzling his nose against the spot where your shoulder and neck meet, Jeonghan smirks at Mingyu, seeing the wheels turning in the man’s head. “You weren’t where I left you. Who’s this?” 

Shivering to the feeling of Jeonghan’s nose against your skin, you whisper his name, feeling embarrassed by the very public display of affection in front of a friend. “Thi—This is Mingyu, um, Kim Mingyu. He’s the same major as me.” Meeting Mingyu’s eyes, you watch his brows furrow so you add. “He’s my friend.” 

Jeonghan hated him already. Friends didn’t look at one another the way that Mingyu had been looking at you. He was looking at you like he wanted to take you to the closest surface and bury his cock in you—that wouldn’t be happening for him. “I see. Hi, friend.” Sliding his hand from your hip, Jeonghan offers it to Mingyu as he stays behind you, staking his claim with his eyes. “I’m Yoon Jeonghan.” Grinning into his words, Jeonghan turns his head to press a kiss to your head before adding on. “This gorgeous angel’s boyfriend.” 

Mingyu knew what Jeonghan was doing. He was looking to get a rise out of him with his overplayed possessive act, but instead of showing how he truly felt about it, he took the man’s hand instead. “Nice to meet you, Jeonghan.” Tightening his hand around Jeonghan’s more slender fingers, he watches how his brows tighten slightly before he lets go and sighs happily, as if nothing could possibly be wrong in the world. “Didn’t know you had a boyfriend, Y/N.” 

“Well, I—”

“Surprise. Here I am.” Whining into his words as he cuts you off. Jeonghan slides his hand back around your stomach, pulling you against him. “Baby, this party is a fuckin’ bore. Can we get outta here?” 

Meeting Mingyu’s eyes, you take another sip of your drink, feeling your cheeks burning under his and Jeonghan’s attention. You know you should take it slow, maybe even put your drink down; instead, you tip it back, causing Mingyu’s brows to furrow not only at your actions but also at Jeonghan’s when he chuckles your name.  

“Slow down, angel. It’s too strong for a sweet girl like you. Or didn’t your friend already say that…” 

So he had been listening longer than Mingyu realized. Sighing into a laugh, Mingyu tilts his head as Jeonghan takes the cup from you, putting it down on the counter. “I did tell her that, in not so many words…” 

“Well, don’t you worry your little head, Mingyu; I’ll take care of her.” Linking his fingers with yours, Jeonghan smirks at Mingyu, then turns his attention back to you, cooing softly when he sees the slightly hazed look in your eyes as the alcohol starts to turn through your body. “Let’s get some air.” 

You lift your hand, waving at Mingyu, your eyes staying with him for a moment longer before Jeonghan ushers you out the door. The moment the breeze hits you, you shiver, wishing you had worn something longer or at least something that covered your arms. “Oh—it’s cold, Jeonghan.” 

Scoffing softly at your words, Jeonghan nods before shrugging his leather jacket off and putting it around your shoulders. “Of course it is, doll. The sun went down and you have your pretty little ass hanging out of your dress.” Seeing you start to speak, a questioning look on your face, Jeonghan smiles at you and hugs you closer as he leads you towards the front yard. “It’s all good, baby. We can get in my car and I’ll turn on the heat for you. Would you like that?” 

The idea that your butt is exposed still lingers in your mind, causing you to look over your shoulder until Jeonghan speaks to you so sweetly. “Mm, I’d like that. I like your car. It’s so pretty.” Leaning into Jeonghan, you smile as he starts to open the passenger’s side door, a smirk pulling at his lips before he guides you around to the driver’s side. “What—” 

“Go on, baby. Sit down.” 

Looking at the empty driver’s seat, you furrow your brows and let out a soft but awkward laugh before shaking your head. “I—why? I’ve been drinking and—” 

“So have I. We’re fine; we didn’t have enough to matter. I wanna see you behind the wheel.” Urging you towards the car, Jeonghan bites his lip when you finally do slide into the leather seat. “You thought it was a pretty car before. Now it’s fuckin’ gorgeous with you sitting in it.” Hanging you the keys, Jeonghan laughs at the surprised look on your face before he moves around to the passenger’s side, closing the door hard. “You know how to drive, don’t you, baby doll?” 

Your eyes move around the dashboard of the car before you meet Jeonghan’s eyes again, his hand guiding yours to the wheel before he takes the keys and starts the car himself. The loud purr of the engine brings you back to reality as you furrow your brows, adjusting the seat so you can reach the pedals and nodding to answer Jeonghan’s question before speaking. “Just don’t wanna fuck up your car, Han…” 

His name, shortened on your lips, causes Jeonghan to take in a sharp breath. A pleased smirk takes the place of his grin as he nods along with you, reaching over to slide his hand along your thigh towards your knee. “I know, gorgeous. You won’t. ‘Sides, that’s half the fun. The rush of it, right?” Jeonghan’s eyes follow your hands as you slide them over the wheel before gripping it tightly and swallowing hard. “Drive it like you stole it, baby.” 

You start to argue again, any reason you shouldn’t be behind the wheel on your lips, when Jeonghan squeezes your thigh and urges you to put the car in drive. You find yourself driving so carefully that your hands are sweaty as you grip the steering wheel too tightly and never take your eyes off the road. It isn’t until Jeonghan sighs your name and slides his hand back towards your knee that you glance over at him even briefly. “I don’t wanna go too fast and—” 

“Told you to drive it like you stole it, baby. Let me help.” Putting pressure down on your knee, Jeonghan laughs under his breath when you whine his name, your foot pressing down harder on the gas. “There we go. Feel that engine, huh? She purrs so good you can feel it through your entire body, right?” 

He wasn’t wrong, as the car picked up speed, the engine putting in more work, you could feel the rev of the engine running through you. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. “Oh my god!” Squealing softly, you ease your foot off the gas, hearing Jeonghan chuckle when you realize how fast you had been going. “You’re crazy, Yoon Jeonghan. What if I scratch your car?” 

Leaning his head back against the headrest, Jeonghan grins at you and shrugs. “Just paint, baby. Turn up here. I wanna spend more time with you.” Easing his hand up more on your thigh again, Jeonghan watches you take a deep breath as you turn off the road and towards the lake. It had been a little bit since he had come out here with anyone, but you were just the right person to revisit one of his favorite spots with. Gesturing to a set of trees near the lake, Jeonghan lightly presses his fingers into your thigh and nods. “Good girl. Nice and quiet here, right? You still cold?” 

You knew about this place; it was a local hangout spot—or rather, makeout spot—but you had never been there before with anyone else. Shyly shaking your head to answer Jeonghan’s question, you turn off the car and bite at your lips. “Not really. Wh—” Smiling softly, you look away from Jeonghan’s intense gaze, knowing the answer even before you get the question out fully. “What are we doing here?” 

“Ah…” Looking out at the lake, the moon reflecting off its surface, Jeonghan doesn’t try to hide the slight grin on his lips. You were perfect—so innocent and sweet. Were you really asking that question expecting a genuine answer or were you playing hard to get? In the end it didn’t matter to Jeonghan. “Well, this is such a beautiful place. I wanna enjoy it together. Come on, baby.” 

The breeze was possibly even chillier by the lake, but you found yourself following Jeonghan out of the car anyway as you tug his jacket tighter around you. He was right; it really was a beautiful place and you could see the appeal for every single reason people brought someone else here. 

Resting against the hood of the car, you sigh softly, enjoying the silence. You could hear traffic off in the distance but somehow here it was overshadowed by the sound of the breeze moving the leaves, the frogs chirping in the lake, and a quiet hum of insects going about their night. “Pretty…” 

Yes, you were. God, Jeonghan couldn’t take his eyes off of you. All you were doing was existing, and yet he felt like he was going to go insane. “Baby?” Watching you lift your brows, your head turning to face him, Jeonghan smiles when you do. “I wanna kiss you so damn bad. I’ve wanted to all night. Can I? That alright?” 

It wasn’t like Jeonghan hadn’t kissed you before, but it felt different now with him asking. The look in his eye was different; it made you feel like you were melting into a puddle beside him. Nodding, you bite your bottom lip and let out a quiet laugh when he moves to stand in front of you, his hands sliding along your waist and down to your hips. You really wanted this—to be kissed by him, wanted by him. It was addictive to have Jeonghan look at you like this, as if you were the only girl in the world. 

Moving one of his hands back up to your neck, Jeonghan smiles just a few centimeters from your lips, hearing you let out the sweetest whine. You wanted him; there was no doubt about it. It was empowering to hold such an innocent flower in his hands and try not to ruin it all at once. “So fuckin’ beautiful. Can’t believe you’re mine.” Jeonghan sighs into his words, brushing his lips against yours as he steps closer, pushing you up against the front of the car. “You are, right?” 

You already felt breathless and all that had happened was Jeonghan’s lips touching yours. Holding on to his bicep tightly, you furrow your brows and whine his name. It seemed like such a silly question. You were with him, weren’t you? Whose else would you be? Nodding almost frantically, afraid that Jeonghan won’t kiss you, you let him help you slide back on the hood so he can step between your thighs, finally pressing his lips firmly against yours. 

While Jeonghan would have preferred to hear you say it out loud, your actions were enough for now. It was warm standing between your legs, and your lips were soft—Jeonghan was in heaven. He could feel your soft moans going straight to his cock, and he wasn’t going to hide that from you. Groaning your name under his breath, Jeonghan pulls your hips closer to his, letting you feel him, hard in his jeans against your thinly covered pussy. “Fuck, the things you do to me, angel. Want you so bad…” 

Gasping softly on Jeonghan’s lips, you close your eyes tightly, trying to stop the moan caught in your throat. One more rock of Jeonghan’s hips against yours has you not only clinging to him but also unable to stay as quiet as you’d like to. “I—shit. I’ve never—” 

This was even better than Jeonghan had anticipated. You were hot to the touch, not only between your legs but also on your cheek under his thumb, but the best part about it was that you were just as innocent as you seemed. “Never? Fuck…” Resting his forehead against yours, Jeonghan slides his hands along your thighs, enjoying your reaction. You were covered in goosebumps again, and you weren’t telling him to stop. “Never done anything, baby doll?” 

Shaking your head, you take in a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down but fail when you let it out on an even shakier one. “I—no. I mean, I have done stuff. Just not—” 

Jeonghan’s eyes widen slightly, as does his smirk at your response. You had him wrapped around your finger without even realizing it. “Yeah? What stuff?” Sliding his fingers under the end of your dress, Jeonghan grins when you whine his name, your cheeks burning even hotter. You were adorably embarrassed and it had his cock straining to be freed. 

You close your eyes and cling to Jeonghan, afraid to answer while also being afraid not to answer. If you answered, would he be ashamed of you? If you didn’t answer, would he be upset? Gasping at the feeling of Jeonghan between your legs, you lean your head back and whine once more as his lips brush against your throat. “Just… You know the normal stuff. I—I haven’t dated much.” 

Chuckling against your throat, Jeonghan nods alone with you before pulling back to look at you and how you avoid his eyes. “Normal stuff, huh? Why are you so shy to say it?” You were crumbling in his hands. Jeonghan knew he could and maybe should let it go at that, but you were too fucking adorable. “Touched a cock? Had your pussy played with? Hm? Or did it go further? Did someone get their mouth on these pretty tits? Did you let someone fuck your mouth?” 

God, you were dying inside. Shaking your head, you practically sob Jeonghan’s name, feeling his thumb press over your nipple. You had never wanted to do much with anyone else, but Jeonghan made your stomach tighten with arousal in a way you hadn’t experienced before. “Just touched—ah! Jeonghan, please…” Meeting his eyes finally, you struggle to catch a full breath as his thumbnail drags across your nipple, causing it to harden under his touch. “Hannie…” 

How could anyone resist you? How was Jeonghan supposed to be a gentleman when you were panting like a cat in heat and calling him Hannie? “Fuck, baby. I’ll give it to you. Lift your hips for me.” 

Pushing your hips up and forward, you gasp at the feeling of air hitting your skin when Jeonghan carefully tugs your panties down to your thighs. The hood of the car is cold against your ass, making you want to keep your hips up, only for them to be guided back down onto the cold metal. “Hannie… it’s not comfortable.” You were visibly shivering now, but Jeonghan simply bit at his bottom lip, pocketing your panties.

“You can be a good girl, can’t you?”  

Hadn’t you been doing that this entire time? Nodding quickly, you settle back on the cold hood before gasping under your breath when Jeonghan guides you to lie down. Warm lips ghost over your inner thigh and you lift your head only to whine once again when you see Jeonghan’s head between your legs.

One hand keeps your dress up at your stomach, as his other hand kneads into your hip, enjoying the way you were already trembling. “Shh, angel. God, you’re gorgeous…” Sliding his hand from your hip to the center of your legs, Jeonghan groans quietly, using his thumb to spread your soaked folds. “Wanna taste you so bad…” 

It wasn’t a question from Jeonghan; you knew that, and yet you were still nodding and whining out yes so he knew it was okay. The first swipe of his tongue between your folds is jarring. This wasn’t something you had done before. You weren’t such a prude that you hadn’t seen porn, but seeing something you had watched on a screen happening to you was completely different. The warmth of Jeonghan’s tongue was intoxicating and every pass of it over your clit had you shifting your hips closer to his mouth. 

You tasted just as good as Jeonghan thought you might. Your skin was soft and you were soaked, practically dripping on to his tongue. It was obvious to Jeonghan how much you wanted this—how much you needed this. “Shit, baby…” Shaking his head, Jeonghan marvels at you for a moment before burying his face back against you, his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked lightly. 

The pressure that had been building up in your stomach becomes unbearable. Arching your back from the hood, you moan Jeonghan’s name and thread your fingers into his soft hair. It’s like a dam breaking the moment that your orgasm rips through you. You try to stay calm, but Jeonghan only becomes more feral, his groans vibrating through you, making you lose all control as he greedily laps at your cum. “Ah—oh my god! Jeong—Hannie!” 

Feeling your thighs shaking on either side of his head, Jeonghan groans and nips at your soft folds before finally giving you a break. He didn’t want to move, but he also didn’t want to overstimulate you so much that you’d be in pain—though the thought was so tempting. You were already crying; it was almost impossible not to look at those streaks on your cheeks and not want to see more. “Fuckin’ perfect. Baby?” Now Jeonghan was whining, his lips skirting over your lower stomach, feeling you suck in a deep breath as you continue to shake. “Wanna be inside of you. I’m so damn hard. You’re killing me.” 

If you had been nervous about Jeonghan’s mouth on you, this was another dimension completely. Swallowing hard, you meet Jeonghan’s eyes with nervous ones of your own. “What—what? Here? Like this?” Glancing around, you feel the wind blow against your skin as it moves through the trees above you. “What if someone—” 

“They’d be so fuckin’ jealous they couldn’t have you.” Smirking against your skin as he leans to nip at your stomach, Jeonghan hums softly into his words. “We can get in the car, gorgeous. Is that better? Or—I mean if you don’t want me to love you—” 

“No!” Panic rips through you when Jeonghan even threatens for a second not to love you, though you can’t separate the idea of him loving you from wanting to fuck you. You were his girl, and he was in pain. How could he not be, with his tight jeans holding his cock prisoner? “We can get in the car, Hannie.” 

Offering you his hand, Jeonghan helps you slide from the hood as he glances around the lake, checking for anyone else around. Nothing but silence, at least for now. Resting his hip against the car, he grins at you, opening the door before letting the passenger seat fall forward so you can climb in before him. “Fuck—” Rubbing his hand over his lips as you have to lean over, your dress pulling up enough that he can see the swell of your ass, Jeonghan tilts his head and groans. 

The leather seat of the car wasn’t much better than being outside, but the heat running through your body at how Jeonghan was staring at you made up the difference. Sliding to the other side of the car, you shyly wait for him to join you in the back of the car and for the door to shut. Your eyes stay fixed on him as he settles into the seat, near the middle. He was so calm in comparison to you and in some ways that made you feel better and yet in others it was making your heart beat out of your chest. 

“Come here, baby…” Smoothing his hands over his thighs, Jeonghan waits for you to move. The moment you do, his hands are on your waist, guiding you over his thighs as he groans happily under you. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky. You know that, right? Not just that we are here and doing this… but that I have you at all.”

Feeling your heart tighten as you almost swoon over Jeonghan’s words, you pout as you rest your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily. You feel yourself start to calm down, the pressure of the moment lifting from you before you lean down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. You were still nervous, your body trembling occasionally, but it felt right. Jeonghan cared about you and he was the perfect person to take care of you when you felt so vulnerable. 

Jeonghan groans gently against your lips, his own capturing yours, enjoying how soft and sweet you are. You felt perfect in his lap and he had been struggling to keep his hands to himself, but the moment you relaxed under his hands, he moved them, slipping your dress back up your stomach. “So pretty…” Muttering under his breath, Jeonghan watches you shrug his jacket off, leaving him with more access to your skin. With each new inch of it exposed to him, his fingers working your dress over your chest and finally over your head, Jeonghan feels his mouth watering. 

You shiver once again when your clothes are on the floorboard. Lowering your lashes, you carefully tug at Jeonghan’s shirt, urging him to take it off. “Please?” It didn’t seem to take much to get Jeonghan moving. His hands carefully move yours, letting him tug his shirt over his head. He pats your thighs and watches you crawl back over to the seat as he pushes his jeans down with his boxers, all the while knowing your eyes were on him.

Jeonghan was perfect in almost every sense of the word. You had found him devastatingly handsome before, but undressed he was ethereal. He wasn’t like some of the guys at university. Jeonghan clearly worked out, but it wasn’t all muscle that told you that, but how fit he was in general. His abs were softer, but as you moved back into his lap, you could feel each ridge under your fingertips. 

You had felt soft before, but with your skin against his, Jeonghan was struggling not to throw you down on the seat and bury his aching cock inside of you. Sliding his fingers along your ribcage, he groans when he feels your soft breasts against his thumbs. You weren’t some picture-perfect model and that’s what made you even more stunning. There were tiny scars and blemishes in various places on your skin, but seeing them and feeling them under his fingers made Jeonghan want to spend hours exploring you. “Move to your knees, doll…” 

Keeping your legs on either side of Jeonghan’s, you whine a bit in distress when you feel his cock rest against your thigh. This was something you had never done before, though a few guys had tried to get this far with you. You had never felt ready before, but with Jeonghan, you just knew he would take care of you—he would be gentle. 

“Such a good girl. You are so wet…” Again Jeonghan was speaking to you but not meaning for you to answer. He was transfixed on the feeling of you against him and the way you were leaking onto his fingers. Carefully easing the first finger in, Jeonghan groans into his words, finally meeting your eyes again when you gasp his name. “Fuck, you’re tight. I’ll be so good to you, I swear to god. Lean on me.” 

Doing as you are told, you lean forward and rest your cheek against Jeonghan’s shoulder as he slips a second finger in beside the first. You had felt this before. Your first boyfriend had asked to touch you a few times, but even if the feeling was familiar—remembering his fingers or your own—nothing compared to how good Jeonghan was making it feel. 

“My good girl. Push your hips back on my fingers. Just like that—” Swallowing the last of his words, Jeonghan leans his head back, feeling your lips press to the side of his neck. His fingers were slowly stretching you, almost begging you to be ready before he blew his load just from the feeling of your pussy around his fingers alone. “One more. Oh—” Groaning as you whine out a moan so sweet, he has to bite down on his lip before he’s finally able to speak, pushing his fingers into you deep. “Fuck, you sound perfect. Sucking my fingers right back in, aren’t you? Hmm… Is that how you’re gonna treat my cock too?” 

You had never been good at dirty talk. You weren’t sure how to answer Jeonghan so instead you just moaned and pushed back on his fingers, enjoying the feeling and that bubbling pressure rebuilding in your stomach. You are right there, your orgasm teetering on the edge when Jeonghan groans into a chuckle and slips his fingers from you. “Wa—Hannie? Please?” 

Brushing your hair back, Jeonghan coos at you with faux sympathy as he uses his other hand to line his cock up with your dripping entrance. “Please, what? Please, this?” Helping you slowly sit down over him, he watches with his lips parted in a silent groan as tears slip from your eyes and down your cheeks like before. You felt so fucking good around him and from the look on your face, you were enjoying it too. 

Full—you felt so fucking full by the time that you sat down fully. Burying your face against Jeonghan’s neck, you whimper, feeling a stinging pain rush through you, but as quickly as you felt it, the sensation fades away. Tears were covering your cheeks. You felt overwhelmed by so many feelings but desire takes over most of them the moment that Jeonghan rocks his hips up towards yours. 

You were clenching around him like a vise. Jeonghan had been with his share of girls. He had fucked a handful of what he had thought were tight pussies, but they didn’t compare to you. Nothing compared to fucking you for the first time—for your first time. You were so responsive. Every single thrust, no matter how shallow and gentle, had your thighs shaking like you were right on the edge of covering his cock with cum. “So, so good, baby. You feel good? Huh? You like it?” 

Jeonghan’s praise makes you feel like you are floating. You want to be good for him. You want to be as good for him as he’s making you feel. Nodding, you whisper his name and roll your hips down over him, earning yourself a choked groan. With that groan, Jeonghan tightens his hands on your hips and thrusts up deep and hard. “Ah! I—oh my god, Hannie.” 

You were ready for him to stop babying you if you were ready to try to fuck yourself on his cock. He’d give you exactly what you wanted. Shifting in the seat to put you on your back, Jeonghan rests his forehead against yours as he pushes his cock back into you and rocks his hips forward as far as he can go. It causes him to see white for a moment with how good you feel around him. You were so perfect, warm, and wet. It was taking everything in Jeonghan not to cum in you right now. 

Scratching at Jeonghan’s biceps, you manage to get out a moan between breaths as he thrusts into you harder, deeper, and faster. Pushing your head back against the seat, you squeeze your eyes shut, causing more tears to flow back towards your temples when your orgasm rips through you. 

All the patience that Jeonghan had dissolves when you cum for him. Groaning your name, he reaches up with one hand to hold on to the seat when you lift your hips upwards to meet his thrusts, causing him to fall over the edge with you. He is seconds away from cumming inside of you before Jeonghan manages to slip from you and his cum paints your lower stomach white and leaves you feeling sticky. 

“Shit…” Collapsing onto you, Jeonghan smiles when you whine his name, obviously a bit uncomfortable between his weight and the feeling of cum on your skin. “Give me a minute, baby doll. Fuck, you about milked me dry.” Groaning as he pushes himself up, Jeonghan looks between the two of you with a smirk before leaning to open his center console to take out some napkins. It wasn’t perfect; he’d rather clean you up with a warm washcloth, but this would have to do. 

Your eyes follow Jeonghan’s hand as he painstakingly works to clean your skin completely. The sticky feeling remains, but you find yourself not as grossed out once most of his cum is off you. Moving to sit up, you wince at the strain in your hips while Jeonghan quickly uses the rest of the napkins to clean himself up. You weren’t sure how to do this—the after part. Jeonghan seems to sense your discomfort and leans to pick up your dress, gesturing his head for you to lift your arms. 

“You feel okay? I don’t want you to get too cold. Once we’re dressed I can start the car and get the heater going, alright?”

Nodding along with Jeonghan’s words, you smile softly, your bottom lip getting caught between your teeth as you sit back, letting him dress himself. “Can—you have my panties in your pocket, Hannie…” 

Jeonghan simply grins, glancing towards you before picking up his jacket and offering it back to you. “I know where they are. They’re mine now. You don’t need them tonight, do you?”

Heat rushes through your cheeks as you smooth your dress down over your bare thighs, feeling a bit uncomfortable with your lower half so naked. You want to say you do need them; ask him again to give them back, but the lust-ridden look in his eyes has you giving in. “You can keep them.” 

That was more like it. Jeonghan was sitting a little bit away from you now and he could still just about feel the heat on your cheeks. Biting at his bottom lip, he smirks before sliding out of the car and offering you his hand once again. Pulling you towards him once you are on your feet, Jeonghan chuckles softly against your lips before kissing you deeply, feeling you rest against him for strength. The look on your face when he pulls back makes everything worth it. You were his. He could say, ‘Let’s jump in the lake,’ and you’d go along willingly. 

Settling back into the passenger seat, you let out a deep breath and close your legs tightly the moment that Jeonghan closes your door to move around to the other side. This wasn’t how you thought you’d feel after losing your V-card, but you weren’t complaining. Your heart was beating hard in your chest and every look at Jeonghan had you swooning. You were falling hard and fast, and him being your first was only helping you think that you were falling in love. 

The drive to your dorm is mostly quiet. There are a lot of hushed giggles under the music from you as Jeonghan laces his fingers with yours and brings the back of your hand up to his lips. He was exactly what you wanted. He was so sweet and made you feel so warm. It isn’t until he pulls up to your building that you start to pout. 

“Aw, gorgeous. Smile for me.” Pulling down on your bottom lip, Jeonghan grins when you do as he asks and give him a smile. “I’ll text you when I get home, baby. Don’t be sad. If I could stay here with you, you know I would.” Laughing into his smile when you whine his name, Jeonghan leans to kiss you again softly before speaking between kisses. “I’d curl right up in that bed with you and hold you all fuckin’ night. God…” His words seem to fail him when Jeonghan brushes his thumb over your cheek and stares at you like you are priceless. “I—fuck, I love you.” 

The words make you feel like you are going to pass out. It’s too soon for him to say that to you—you know that logically, but it doesn’t stop your stomach and chest from tightening out of joy. Kissing Jeonghan slowly and sweetly, you hold tightly to his shirt and whimper before leaning back to meet his eyes. “I—” The words feel almost impossible, but Jeonghan tilts his head and you wouldn’t dare hurt him. “I love you too.” 

His. The fucking boys you see every day should be here to hear you say that to him. He pictures Mingyu's idiot face hearing you say it and Jeonghan just grins brighter. “Shit, babe… You sure you wanna go back inside? I could bring you home with me instead…” 

You didn’t want to go inside. You didn’t want to leave Jeonghan, but this was one of the last few days of “freedom” you had left and all you could picture were the books in your room. “I have to, Hannie. I have class in a couple days…” 

Fuck classes and fuck this school. God, you were too perfect in every way and some of it was already annoying Jeonghan, but he wouldn’t let you see it. He wanted you to pick him over your stupid-ass homework, but he wouldn’t say that to you. You were too good of a girl not to finish your work. “Of course, doll. Get upstairs and wait for me to text. I want a goodnight from you so I can sleep.” 

Nodding quickly, you kiss Jeonghan one more time before sliding out of the car. You find yourself looking back at him as many times as possible before the doors to the building shut, leaving him alone outside. 

Jeonghan glares at the oppressive building and knocks his head back against the headrest. You had been out of his hand for less than two minutes and he was already feeling stir-crazy. 

Jeonghan: morning gorgeous 

Y/N: good morning hannie 

That is how every day starts now. You smile at your phone, seeing a text from Jeonghan before you head off to class. Classes had been back in session for just over a week and you were already feeling the pressure of finals sneaking up on you. Jeonghan was a welcome distraction—or that was what you kept telling yourself. 

Jeonghan: baby do you want me to pick you up for lunch?

You adored him—hell, you loved him—but you were trying to get used to someone texting you regularly throughout your busy day. Sometimes you would get to the text right away and other times you’d be in class and not notice the texts until it was evident Jeonghan was annoyed. 

Jeonghan: guess not 

Jeonghan: i can just get something by myself :( 

Sighing at your phone, you adjust your bag on your shoulder as you leave your class and head towards another. There was a reason that you rarely went to parties during the year. You always overscheduled yourself with classes. You found yourself running from one side of the campus to the other in order to just make it on time. Now you were terrified to hurt Jeonghan’s feelings while also trying to stay on top of things. 

Y/N: i’m sorry 

Y/N: I was in class. next time. I promise babe 

Now you were making promises you’d be hard-pressed to keep. Shoving your phone into your pocket just as it vibrates again, you whine and keep your eyes forward, walking faster in order to make it to your next class right on time. Sliding into the seat, you lean your head back as the professor shoots you a look before starting the conversation for the day. 

Beside you, Mingyu’s brows lift at the state of you. Normally you were so well put together, but it seemed after break that you were constantly frazzled. Shifting to sit up and lean his forearms on the desk, he clears his throat quietly, getting your attention. The look on his face is clearly one of concern, asking, ‘Are you okay?’ without a single word. 

“‘M fine…” You shake your head and turn your attention back to the front of the class as Mingyu settles in beside you, doing the same. You were fine. This was all fine. You were fighting the urge to check your phone, feeling it go off again. The vibration felt like a phone call; it was either that or Jeonghan was sending texts back-to-back too quickly. 

“Y/N.” 

Hearing your name come from the front of the room, you sit up more and hold your hand down on your pocket as the vibration finally stops. “Ye–yes, sir?” 

Narrowing his eyes at you, your professor sighs and gestures down at the book on his desk. It was the same book that you had in front of you, but yours was still closed. “Could you please read the next section?” 

Panic makes its way across your face as you look down at the front of the book, unsure where the next section is. You start to speak up and apologize when Mingyu pushes his book towards you and taps the paragraph. 

Clearing your throat, you shift forward and muddle through the paragraph as best you can. 

“In addition to simple alkynes with one triple bond, research is also being carried out on polyynes—linear carbon chains of alternating single and triple bands.” Hearing others in the room shift, a small laugh on each of their lips, you shake your head and try again. “Sorry… triple bonds.” Mingyu nods along with you, reading silently in his book in front of you as you try to continue. “Poly–polyynes with up to eight triple bonds are thought to be present in interstellar space, and evidence has been presented for the existence of carbyne, an allo—”

“Yes, thank you, Y/N. Let’s all make sure we have our books open to the correct section. Chapter 9, Section 1: Naming Alkynes.”  

Your head drops forward apologetically as you scoot Mingyu’s book back towards him and open your own book to the right place. You were always a good student. You had just had a rough start back from break. You would get through this just fine. 

After an hour of following along in the book, you mutter thank you along with the rest of the class as your professor wraps up the day. Now you could check your phone. The stress of the moment was off your shoulders and you could take a deep breath. 

[2 missed calls from Jeonghan] 

Jeonghan: :( 

Jeonghan: it’s not like you to avoid my calls

Jeonghan: are you mad at me? 

“Seems like someone was trying to get in touch with you pretty badly. Everything alright?” Mingyu wasn’t trying to snoop, but you were sitting right there pouting at your phone. “Are you alright, Y/N? You seem dis—” 

“I’m okay. Swear. Just a little out of it today.” Sliding from your chair, you pack up your things and smile at Mingyu trying to convince him as much as yourself. “I’m just tired.” 

That sounded about right. You looked exhausted; it was a little unnerving compared to how you were before break had started. “Alright, cool. Just checking.” Following behind you, Mingyu catches up enough to walk beside you as you look at your phone again, typing out a quick message. “So… There’s a party thi—” 

“Uh, no. I mean, no thanks.” Gesturing at your bag, you fake another smile and let it fade into a small pout. “You know I don’t really do the party thing. Classes are kicking my ass, Mingyu.” 

Your phone was vibrating again and it had Mingyu curious if it was the same person. “You gonna take that?” Watching you turn your phone over, he sees Jeonghan’s name and fights the urge to roll his eyes. “He’s persistent, isn’t he? He knows you’re in class, right?” 

Managing one last strained smile, you nod and flip open your phone, putting it to your ear. “Hannie—” 

“I’m waiting for you near the sidewalk. I’ll take you back to your dorm.” 

At his words, you look towards the parking lot, furrowing your brows when you do see Jeonghan’s car idling. “Oh! I—well, okay. I could have walked ba—” 

“Come on, baby doll. Or are you too busy for your boyfriend?” Jeonghan couldn’t make out your expression from where he was, but what he could see was that tall idiot from the party lingering near you. It had his blood boiling as you so clearly smiled at him before turning in the direction of where you were asked to go. 

“Later, Y/N! Let me know if you change your mind about the party.” 

Cringing, you wave back at Mingyu before putting your head down and picking up your pace to make it to Jeonghan’s car just as he hangs up his phone. You force another deep breath before opening the door and sliding into the leather seat, your bag resting between your feet on the floorboard. “Hi, Hannie. Sorry I didn’t ans—” 

“What party? The fuck was he talking about?” Jeonghan’s eyes weren’t on you; they were still on Mingyu as he grinned and laughed with his friends in front of the building. “You know, first you don’t answer my phone calls. I don’t know if you are even alive and then—” Gesturing back towards Mingyu so you look at him only to watch you wince and look down at your hands. “Then you are lookin’ awfully cozy with that punk. Did he ask you out?” 

Panic was once again rippling through your veins with every hard beat of your heart. “No! Hannie… he’s just my friend. I told him I wasn’t going to any parties; that’s seriously all that—” 

“And you think I believe that shit? Look at him, Y/N.” When you don’t look back towards Mingyu, Jeonghan holds your chin firmly and turns your head for you. “He’s probably telling all his little friends how easy you are. He’s making us both look like idiots, baby.” 

You could see how Mingyu was laughing at something someone else said. As if feeling your eyes on him, he looks towards the car and lifts his hand to wave at you, not getting the same response back. “‘M not easy. I—he’s not—” Tears were sitting on the rims of your eyes as Jeonghan scoffed at you and pulled his hand away almost harshly, like he couldn’t stand touching you anymore. “‘M sorry, Hannie! I didn’t mean to make him think I’d do anything with him. I just—I only wanna do things with you.” 

It wasn’t like the sound of you crying didn’t affect Jeonghan; it just did it in a way that you probably wouldn’t expect. Lifting his brows, he watches the first tear roll down your cheek and lets you sit in your shame for a moment longer before he tenderly lifts your head back up. “I know, Angel. Just—” Hissing out a breath, Jeonghan caresses your cheek as you blink away your tears, still muttering that you are sorry. “I just missed you, that’s all, and then that punk.” Looking past you towards Mingyu, he smirks at the other man. For a moment he isn’t sure that Mingyu sees it, but then Mingyu’s expression changes into something darker—something similar to anger. 

“I’m really sorry. I won’t miss your calls like that again and I—” Swallowing your sob, you look up just as Jeonghan’s eyes find your face again. “I promise I won’t let Mingyu think that I’m—” You weren’t even sure how to say what Jeonghan wanted to hear. 

“Baby, you’ll tell him to fuck off. Tell him that you have a boyfriend.” Lowering his head to meet your gaze, Jeonghan nods along with you before wiping away more of your tears. “Don’t cry, gorgeous. Gonna make me feel bad—” 

Shaking your head quickly, you turn your face towards Jeonghan’s palm, brushing your lips over it. You couldn’t stand the idea that he felt bad over something you did wrong. “No… I’m sorry. I’ll stop; I’m just—” Closing your eyes tightly, you force back your tears and nod. “I was stupid. Won’t let that happen again. I love you so much.” 

Cooing softly at your words, Jeonghan leans forward to brush his lips against yours, tasting the salty tears on your lips. “I know, angel. I love you too. I love you more than anything.” You were crying again, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks but Jeonghan knew it was out of relief. He wasn’t breaking up with you. Why would he when you were so perfect? “Let’s get you home…” 

“Y/N!” Rushing back from the bathroom to tug on her shoes, Megan sighs at the sight of you sleeping on top of your books at your desk again. Shaking you gently, she waits for you to look up at her confused before she even says your name again. You looked like shit. You were exhausted and she knew for a fact that you were behind on your homework. “I—fuck. Have you ate?” 

Trying to remember what you had done today, you shake your head and turn your attention back to your books before gasping as you pick up your phone. Jeonghan had called and you had missed it. You were so fucking stupid. You had tried so hard to stay awake and answer every call or text, all while doing your late work, but your body had other plans.  

“Jesus, Y/N. It’s just a phone call. He can deal.” Megan moves to close one of your books, hoping you will pay attention to her, but you whine at your phone, quickly typing out a text. “I’m—look, I’m headed to dance. Don’t you have the networking club meeting like—” Looking at the time on her watch, Megan sighs at you. “Now?” 

Normally you’d fuss at Megan for messing with your textbooks or anything on your desk, but right now you couldn’t care less. You had made Jeonghan upset again. God, could you do a single fucking thing right? “Uh—no. No, I’m not in networking anymore. They—” Sighing as Megan pushes your phone down to make you look at her, you continue. “I was asked to step down as president. So if I’m not doing that anymore, why the fuck should I go?” 

This was the second club that you had been demoted in and then quit. Megan had never really understood your need to be the best, but now it didn’t seem like you cared either. “Okay… so what are you doing? You need to eat something, and— fuck!” Taking your phone out of your hand when you stop listening in place of reading the text back from Jeonghan, Megan feels her blood pressure rising. “I think you should tell Jeonghan that you need some space.” 

Megan’s words feel like a dagger being stabbed into your chest, but it’s even worse when she holds your phone above her head to keep it from you. “Stop! No, I’m not telling him anything stupid like that. Give me my phone back!” She only manages to keep your phone from you for a moment longer. You get to your feet and jerk it from her hand, causing her to stare at you like you are a different person. 

“He’s—Y/N, baby… You are tired all the time and always staring at your phone. I’m worri—” 

“Shut up, Megan! I’m fine and he’s perfect. Are you just that jealous?” 

That was enough to get Megan to react in a way that she had been trying to avoid. You had snapped at her more than once in the past week and over the month you had become unbearable. “You’re not fine and I’m not fucking jealous!” Staying close to you, Megan narrows her eyes at you and shakes her head. ”I don’t even know who you are right now. He’s too much. He’s intense and always keeps you on a leash. Y/N! Be serious… you know this isn’t right. If you don’t say something to him about how tired you are and how stressed you are, I fucking will!” 

Pushing Megan back, watching her eyes widen in surprise, you scream out of frustration and fear. “No! You won’t even talk to him.” Your head was busting and your heart was in your throat from anxiety. “Don’t fuck this up for me! Just leave me the hell alone!” 

Megan wants to say something, to pull you back down but the look in your eyes tells her she wouldn’t be able to. You were too far gone. “Y/N…” Her words come out more like a whisper as you push past her, tears running down your cheeks. She hated seeing you like this. You were her best friend and she felt responsible for how different your life was now. She had been the one to push the idea of talking to Jeonghan and dating him, and now she’d give up anything to go back to that day in the mall and avoid him. 

Words start to form on Megan’s lips when you suddenly suck back your tears and open your cellphone, putting on a happy voice. “Hi, baby! I miss you too. So so much…” Megan watches you grab your jacket and open the door with a happy gasp. “I’m coming down right now! No, no, of course I’m not too busy for you.” 

Looking over the paperwork on your desk, Megan rolls her eyes at your lie as the door shuts. You had at least three unfinished projects on your desk, but clearly your priorities were elsewhere now. 

It doesn’t take you long to jog down the steps and out the door to find Jeonghan waiting for you next to the sidewalk. He was like a breath of fresh air, just leaning against his car. You hadn’t realized just how much you missed him until he grinned at you, pushing his sunglasses up on top of his head. Squealing happily, you wrap your arms around his neck and give in to his kiss as if it were the only thing keeping you alive in that moment. 

“You too busy to hang out? I tried to call but—” 

“‘M sorry, Hannie. I kinda fell asleep and—” 

Jeonghan narrows his eyes, his hands sliding along your sides as you apologize. “At your desk? Baby doll… You need a break. Come on, let’s get you away from this hellhole and get your mind on something else, hmm?” 

You know you should say no. You should go back upstairs and get back to work on one of the projects that you were neglecting, but instead you smile and slide into the car without question. 

“Hannie—” 

Licking your lips, you whine Jeonghan’s name as his lips move further down your body. Your fingers cling to the half-made bed under you. You hadn’t spent much time at Jeonghan’s apartment in the month that you had been dating him, but every time you did end up here, you ended up in his bed. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it. Jeonghan could make you breathless with a single kiss and his fingers left your body feeling like you were on fire. The only difference today was how exhausted you felt and you two had barely gotten started. At least he didn’t ask much from you—usually. You could lie in the middle of his bed and enjoy the feeling of him ravishing you. Normally you didn’t have to lift a finger, but it seemed that today Jeonghan had other plans. 

Groaning your name quietly, Jeonghan sits back on his knee, his other foot planted on the floor as he pushes his jeans down with his boxers. He loved your eyes on him. You’d watch his every single move and it was like he could read your mind—see every dirty thought you were thinking. “Baby doll, come here. God, I want your mouth on my cock so fuckin’ bad.” 

You’d give him anything if he’d keep looking at you like that. You’d do things you didn’t really enjoy for him to praise you like he was now. Closing your eyes, you brace yourself for the feeling of the tip of Jeonghan’s cock hitting the back of your mouth. He always got so close to your throat and loved the feeling of your choking on him. 

“Shit—oh fuck. Good girl, just like that. God, you keep sucking my cock like that and I’ll cum down your throat.” Jeonghan could see the goosebumps that were spreading along your skin. He could read you like a book. You wanted him to cum, but he wasn’t doing it in your mouth. Why the fuck would he choose your mouth when he could have your perfect pussy? “Fu—fuck! That’s enough, baby. Jesus Christ, you are getting so good at that.” 

The first time that you had tried to give Jeonghan head, he had to coach you through it. You were decent at it, but too timid. Now you knew how he liked it: wet and sloppy. Jeonghan’s dreams were plastered with spit and cum covering your pretty mouth as the mess started to run down your chin and throat. Patting your thigh, Jeonghan runs his other hand through his hair as he helps you get into the position he wants you in. He’d fuck you in any position, but there was something special about having you on your knees in front of him, your face against the bed. 

“Ah—don’t tease me, Hannie.” Whining under your breath, you scratch at the comforter under you when Jeonghan nudges his cock against your clit. This was a position you had been in for hours at a time. Jeonghan loved to tease and you were almost always at his will, but in this position even more so. 

Smirking, Jeonghan taps your clit one more time before adjusting his cock and easing into your welcoming hole. There was nothing in the entire world like this. Your warm, wet walls hugged him and pulled him in closer every single time. Your hips were already covered in fading bruises, but that didn’t stop Jeonghan from digging his fingers into your skin and pulling you back hard against him as he thrusts forward with a groan. “You’ve wanted this all damn day, haven’t you, angel?” 

There was no point in lying to Jeonghan; it was easier to just nod and moan as he filled you completely. Perhaps you hadn’t been thinking about getting fucked while you were at your dorm earlier, but did it matter now? You couldn’t think of a single reason why it would as the trusts got faster and harder. You had started to like this—the way that Jeonghan could render you speechless and dumb. There was no real expectation in his bed other than to make him feel good, but he did the same for you every single time. “Han—Hannie! There!” 

Your broken whines were almost as good as feeling you tighten around his cock. He knew what he was doing. He could and did play you like a fine-tuned instrument. He knew what made you tick and more importantly, he knew how to make you cum. Jeonghan had spent many a night with you learning every inch of it. He found out exactly how to curl his fingers to make you scream and squirt on his hand. He had almost died of desire, learning how hard he could fuck you before your legs would start shaking. “Yeah? That the spot, doll? You gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?” 

Closing your eyes tighter, you turn your face towards the bed before you shake your head. You didn’t like that part of this. Jeonghan liked to degrade you and call you names like slut, whore, and sometimes things that seemed even meaner. You knew he didn’t mean it. This was just part of sex with him, but it never failed to make your stomach tighten with how bad it made you feel in the instant it came out of his mouth. 

“No? So you don’t wanna cum?” Jeonghan tsks before bringing his palm down hard over your right ass cheek, feeling you tense under him. “That’s fine, little slut, I’ll use you then. Remind you that you’re mine.” Smirking once again, he groans your name when he feels you tightening around him. “Fuck—and maybe if you are lucky, I’ll let you cum for me.” 

You couldn’t stop yourself from begging. You were so close that it was almost painful. It was less of a want to cum and more of a need to. “Pl—please! Jeonghan…” Tears had begun to soak the bedding under you as you sob out of frustration when he slows his thrusts with a laugh. You push yourself back on him only to get spanked again, causing you to give him what he wanted to begin with. “Ah! I am! I’m a slut.” Speaking through whines, you plead with him. “Please let me cum. Please, baby. Need it so bad. I’m yours!” 

Truer words had never come out of your mouth. “That’s fuckin’ right you are. All of you is mine. Your pussy, this ass, your pretty tits…” Biting at his bottom lip, Jeonghan holds back a groan as he thrusts into you hard once again, making sure he angles himself just right this time. “This cum is mine, huh?” 

You try to nod, but with one more low, deep thrust of his cock, you fall flat on the bed. You felt exhausted; your legs were weak and shaking uncontrollably as Jeonghan laughed your name under his breath. This wasn’t stopping him from finishing; it was incredibly hot to feel how tight you were with your legs together between his as he pounded into your tight hole. 

“Good fuckin’ girl! Take it, baby…” 

Every time that Jeonghan came inside of you, it made your brain go fuzzy. He had fucked you well and left you full. It was like your body was finally satisfied and gave your brain the right to cut off completely. Catching your breath, you only furrow your brows when Jeonghan slips from you and slides off the bed. You could feel the pain in your chest of wanting to be held, but Jeonghan had a ritual after sex that you were starting to get used to. 

He would go to the bathroom and get himself cleaned up before finally coming back to you and collapsing on the bed next to you. Tonight wasn’t the exception. You didn’t have any real expectations, but it didn’t stop the lonely feeling that washed over you when you’d finally slide out of bed yourself and make your own way to the bathroom. 

“Baby, when you come back, bring me a bottle of water.” 

Stopping in your tracks, you glance back at the bed and furrow your brows as Jeonghan smiles at you, causing your heart to tighten. God, you loved him. You loved him as much as you hated the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Forcing a smile, you nod and turn into the bathroom to take care of yourself. 

Jeonghan is half asleep when you finally come back. He could tell you had taken a shower because you smelled like the shampoo that he had bought for you to keep at his place. There was so much he had done for you recently and yet it wasn’t enough. He could move the fucking world for you and still not get everything he wanted. “Mmm, c‘mere, baby doll.” 

Taking the bottle of water from you, Jeonghan tosses it to the side before pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips to yours. You had put back on clothes; granted, they weren’t the ones you had come here in. You had changed into one of Jeonghan’s old shirts. He loved when you’d wear his clothes. His shirts would always end at the swell of your ass, giving him access to your skin. Squeezing gently at the fullest part of your thigh, Jeonghan laughs under his breath when you whimper into his mouth. “Sorry. You drive me crazy. You know that?” 

You try to smile, simply nodding when Jeonghan’s fingers brush over your cheek and his brows furrow. Turning your head in his hand to avoid his eyes, you mutter his name under your breath. Your cheeks were wet with tears and Jeonghan’s mind was racing. You had seemed fine before the shower. He had fucked you good, just like he promised and yet here you were crying and hiding it from him. 

“Y/N… Baby, stop moving your damn head away from me. What’s wrong?” This was one thing about you that annoyed Jeonghan. How could you seem fine just five minutes ago and now you are trying to hold back sobs? Sitting up, he tugs you with him and holds your chin between his fingers, making you look at him. You didn’t look like you were in pain, at least not physical and in his mind there was nothing that had happened to cause this. “What’s wrong?” 

The shower had let you have too much time to yourself and your emotions were raging. You felt just as stupid as Jeonghan probably thought you were. God, why were you crying? The more you tried to figure it out and keep him from looking at you, the harder you cried. It took a few minutes of him coaxing the words out of you before you realized what was wrong. “I’m just—I’m so fucking tired, Jeonghan. I’m exhausted.” 

Exasperated, Jeonghan sighs at your words, looking away from you. He knew you were tired. That was part of the issue he had with your fucking class schedule. Of course you were going to be tired when you were always sitting in front of some tight-ass professor who gave you too much work to do. “I know, angel. Hey…shhh. Stop cryin’. Come here.” 

When Jeonghan shifts on the bed, you let him pull you with him and into his arms. Resting your cheek on his chest, you close your eyes tightly and try to do as you are told. It should be so easy to stop crying, and yet tears were still slipping down your cheeks and onto his skin. “”M sorry. I—fuck. I need to go home, Hannie. I have so much work that I still—” 

“Fuck that. Baby, you are crying in my arms. You think for a second I’m letting you leave right now?” Shaking his head, he scoffs at the idea of you leaving. Where did you think you’d go anyways after dark? You’d get your ass handed to you by the administration and then your parents if you were caught out this late during the week. “You see, this is why I keep telling you to just move in with me. How much easier would it be on you? I’d take you to—” 

“Hannie, you know I can’t. It’s not—you know it’s not that I wouldn’t like it.” 

Biting his lip hard enough to almost break the skin, Jeonghan shakes his head at your excuses. It always went like this. He’d offer you something good and you’d refuse it. He could feel the frustration building its way to anger as you tried to speak between your tears again. “Fine, then get up.” He could see the surprise in your eyes, but this was what you wanted, wasn’t it? “Don’t look at me like that. You’re ungrateful, Y/N. All the shit I do for you—” Sliding from you to pick up his boxers and pants, Jeonghan scoffs out a breath into his words. “Up, Y/N. Get dressed. You can’t go back to your dorm dressed like that.” 

You were moving slowly and Jeonghan could hear the pitiful whimpers as you kept your face down from him. He wasn’t going to let you trick him into being nice again right now. “I’ll wait for you downstairs. Once you decide to get your ass moving.” 

Jeonghan was pissed at you—you knew that. Even though you didn’t think it was fair for him to get upset over something like this, the shame that you felt for making him this angry was almost debilitating. He was right; you were so ungrateful. He had made you feel so good and held you while you cried; now you were getting what you deserved as you shuffled around the empty room putting on your clothes. 

Leaning against his car, Jeonghan inhales deeply, causing the end of his cigarette to burn brighter in the dark. He didn’t even like to smoke but since he had started dating you, it had become a more frequent habit. Why the fuck couldn’t you just do something that made sense? How easy would it be on you and him if you lived with him instead of on that stupid-ass campus? He wouldn’t have to worry about you getting hurt, you wouldn’t cry nearly as much, and there would be less opportunity for that prick Kim Mingyu to see you. Jeonghan wasn’t an idiot. He knew that Mingyu was still keeping his eyes on you and it pissed him off more than your mood swings. 

With your arms tightly wrapped around yourself, you sniff back the last of your tears as you move towards Jeonghan’s car and the smell of smoke. It was just dark enough that you would have to actively work to see every feature of what was around you, but when Jeonghan took another drag from his cigarette, you could see the annoyance written on his face. 

He doesn’t speak to you at first; he just opens the passenger’s side door and turns his head away from you to blow out the smoke. There is a moment's pause before he sighs under his breath and closes the door hard, causing you to tense up as you wait for him to make his way around to the other side and slide behind the wheel. 

You want to speak. You want to apologize to Jeonghan but it’s hard to find your words when every time you look at him, he looks angry and heartbroken. You had done that—again. You were good at this. You were good at ruining something good.

Jeonghan knew he didn’t have to speak to you. There was enough happening in the car that his words weren’t needed to get his point across. He could hear your soft sobs. He could see the way your body was shaking as you tried to hide each time you wiped the tears off your cheeks. It was heartbreaking as much as it was frustrating. 

Finally sighing once again, Jeonghan takes the final turn towards your dorm before he looks at you more fully and slides his hand along your leg to catch your hand. Your sleeves were wet, but instead of letting that annoy him more, Jeonghan furrows his brows out of concern. “Enough, baby. I—god, you just—you’re breaking my fuckin’ heart. I—I’m trying to do what you want. You said you couldn’t stay with me so I’m bringing you home…” 

Though you knew that wasn’t exactly how this had happened, you find yourself pouting into a nod as you link your fingers with Jeonghan. You were so happy to have his hand back on yours. You had felt punished and raw until he tightened his hand on yours. “I’m sorry. I—I’m so fucking stupid, Hannie. I know it’s my faul—” 

“It’s mine too. I pushed too hard. I just want what's best for you. You know that, don’t ya?” Watching you nod, Jeonghan pulls up next to the sidewalk and leans his head back on the headrest to look at you better. “I’m sorry, angel. I just—I got so damn mad because I love you so much. You get that, don’t you? You don’t even realize how painful it is to be away from you.” 

Jeonghan’s words are pretty and soothe you at the same time as making you feel horrible. You hated the idea of him missing you so much that it caused him pain. You understood the feeling more than he seemed to realize. “No, I know, Hannie. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” Sniffing back more tears, you turn in your seat and lift his hand in yours to your lips, kissing his knuckles gently between words. “I’d move in with you if I could. I’d love it so much, but—” There was always a but and the moment you say it, Jeonghan’s fingers strain against yours, causing you to panic. “Please! You know my parents would kill me! Try to understand…” 

Relaxing his hand in yours, Jeonghan sighs, though his jaw tightens. More excuses, but at least this time he knew you were right. The conversation had come up several times already and he had even been in the room when you had called your mom to broach the idea. He had heard her screaming at you and felt the anger rising in him as he did everything he could not to snap. “I know. I–I fuckin’ hate it, but I understand it. Don’t mean I gotta like it.” 

Frantically trying to keep him calm, you nod along with him and kiss his knuckles again as fresh tears slip down your cheeks. “I know, Hannie. I don’t like it either. I’ll try to talk to her again about it, I promise.” 

It was colder tonight. You were dressed to the nines and Mingyu knew he shouldn’t be looking, but it was hard when you were standing there looking so lost. “You lose your keys?” Watching you jump, having been lost in thought, Mingyu grins when he meets your eyes, seeing you slowly relax. 

“No, I—no.” Laughing softly, you shake your head and turn your attention back towards the parking lot, scanning it for Jeonghan’s car. You wished he would hurry. Mingyu wasn’t the first guy to talk to you tonight, but at least you felt more at ease with him nearby. “Just—I’m just waiting.” 

That was obvious. Shaking his head as he lets out another sigh, Mingyu glances in the direction you are looking before settling back on you. “Yeah? You going to the party?” When you nod, he does the same, his smile becoming brighter. “Cool. I mean, I figured with the outfit and everything, but yeah—who knows. You might be waiting on a date or something.” 

Those words cause your brows to furrow and for a strained laugh to slip between your lips. “I—I mean, yeah, I kinda am. I’m waiting for Jeonghan.” 

Jeonghan. Trying to stop himself from rolling his eyes at his name, Mingyu leans his head back and nods. “Right, the boyfriend.” 

What did that mean? Crossing your arms in front of you tighter, you turn slightly towards Mingyu and lift your hand from your arm in question. 

“I—no, nothing. Don’t get me wrong. I was just hoping we could meet up at the party if you weren’t busy.” 

“Clearly I am, Gyu. I—I’m waiting for—” Biting your cheek, you watch Mingyu’s brows furrow tighter as he listens to you carefully. “He’s my boyfriend. It—It’s serious—” 

“I get it, Y/N. Sorry, I pushed.” Unable to stop himself from smiling at how ridiculous this all is, Mingyu lifts his hands up and laughs under his breath as you shake your head. How serious could it really be with some random townie with a piss-poor attitude? “I—you know I’m just gonna say it. I don’t like him. He looks at you like he owns you or something. It’s a little intense.” 

Sighing, feeling exasperated by Mingyu’s words, you roll your eyes and turn away from him slightly. “You—you don’t even know him. Don’t be a jerk…” 

Rolling his eyes in return, Mingyu runs his hand over his mouth, letting you have your way. There was clearly something you saw in Jeonghan that no one else did. He knew he wasn’t alone in being concerned for you, but he also wasn’t going to tell you what to do. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I am being an ass.” 

You couldn’t tell fully if Mingyu meant what he said, but the look in his eyes seemed sincere enough and yet his apology made your stomach feel queasy. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too. For, you know, snapping at you.” 

God, you really were too sweet for all this shit. Shaking his head, Mingyu waves off your apology before looking back out at the parking lot. “You don’t ever have to apologize to me for something like that. We’re cool, Y/N.” 

It was times like this that Jeonghan wished he could read lips better. Tightening his hands on the steering wheel, he pushes his tongue against his cheek and narrows his eyes at the sight of Mingyu next to you. What makes it worse is the two of you smiling at each other as you talk about some bullshit. Jeonghan had been running late, but he had never expected to find you like this. His blood was boiling but he was going to keep himself in check for now. 

Gesturing out in front of him, Mingyu’s smile fades as he points out Jeonghan’s car to you. He could feel the heat off the other man’s eyes even as your smile brightens and you move close to the edge of the sidewalk as the car pulls up next to you. “I’ll see you later, Y/N…” 

You barely acknowledge Mingyu before pulling open the door and slipping into the seat next to Jeonghan. It had been a couple of days since you had the chance to see him in person. The sight of him was like a breath of fresh air until he looked at you with a tight smile and your heart sank into your stomach. “He—hi, Hannie. I missed you.” 

Had you really missed him? Scoffing under his breath, Jeonghan leans his head back against the headrest and nods. “And I missed you. Let’s go.” He didn’t give you much more time to talk. He could sense the shift in your mood. Your shoulders were tighter, a little higher, as you chewed at your lips while he sped down the road, taking curves just a bit too fast. 

“Hannie, are you okay?” 

Rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses, Jeonghan only sighs at your words, keeping his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel. If you were asking that question, you knew the answer. You weren’t as dumb as you pretended to be at times. You had to know what you had done wrong and he wasn’t going to justify that question with an answer—at least not yet. 

You felt the tension rising so instead of pushing, you simply looked down at your phone in your hands and stopped talking. This had to be your fault. You had done something or said something without realizing it; Jeonghan was giving you time to figure it out. Getting so lost in your thoughts, you don’t realize that the two of you have parked until Jeonghan sighs again, bringing you back to reality. 

“You coming or not?” 

Furrowing your brows, you watch Jeonghan get out of the car and move towards the house only to stop and wait for you. Most times he would open your door and take your hand immediately, but apparently today was going to be different. Sliding from the seat, you carefully close the door before moving towards Jeonghan and his outstretched hand. If he was letting you hold his hand, he couldn’t be that upset with you, could he? 

“Y/N!” 

You smile, but it quickly fades at Jeonghan’s raised brow. You were happy to see your friends, but the grip tightening on your hand told you that you needed to stay right where you were. “Hi! Oh my god, you look so pretty.” 

Jeonghan’s eyes were on a swivel as you greeted your friends at his side. He hated these people and how almost all of them looked at you. He had enjoyed it at first. Any attention you got made me proud to be the one on your hand, but now he was starting to feel the tension rising in his throat. It was almost becoming too much; one more hug and he was going to lose it—but to his luck, you excuse them both in search of drinks and a place to sit down. 

Looking at the drink in your hand, Jeonghan sighs before bringing his drink to his lips and speaking between sips. “Don’t drink too much.” 

You had never been much of a partier but Jeonghan knew that. He knew that you’d get drunk from one or more cups of alcohol, and he was good to keep an eye on you. Smiling, you nod, taking smaller sips, hoping to make him proud of you, yet his expression never changes. “Thanks for bringing me to the party today, babe.” 

“Mm. We aren’t staying long so enjoy it while it lasts.” 

The arrival of Mingyu doesn’t go unnoticed by many, but especially not by Jeonghan. The idiot was too well liked by all of these stupid-ass people and the moment he was seen, they called out his name in excitement. Of course he would show up. Jeonghan could feel his blood boiling as he remembered how Mingyu had smiled at you and how close he had been standing. He couldn’t keep his hands off something that wasn’t his—maybe he needed to be told. 

Sliding from the seat next to you, Jeonghan squeezes your thigh and gives you a tight smile. “I’ll be right back.” He gestures to where you are sitting and nods. “Don’t move… So I can find you easily when I get back, alright?” 

Confusion evident on your face, you just nod and settle down in your seat more. “Oh—okay, Hannie. I’ll be here.” Reaching out to take Jeonghan’s hand as he starts to turn away, you tilt your head and try to keep your voice low enough others might not hear. “Are—you sure you’re okay?” 

Instead of answering you, Jeonghan just nods and leans down to brush his lips against yours, finally making you smile. “Stay put.” Not looking back, he lets your fingers trail from his as he heads in the direction of the bathrooms before taking a right out onto the patio, where he had seen Mingyu go a few minutes before. 

Mingyu enjoyed parties. He was a university student and fairly popular; this was his realm but sometimes it was nice to get a break from the music and loud voices. Taking a deep breath, Mingyu lets the smoke slowly billow out from between his lips as he rests the hand with his cigarette on it on his knee. It was a pretty night. The stars were almost visible even with all the lights and it was just cool enough for him to enjoy the feeling of his hoodie wrapped around him. Besides the low sounds of muffled music coming from behind the patio door, Mingyu was draped in quiet until the door opened and closed behind him. 

Jeonghan isn’t surprised when Mingyu doesn’t check to see who came out behind him. He was cocky and overly certain of himself. Leaving his hands in his jacket pocket, Jeonghan watches Mingyu for a few more seconds before letting out a low sigh into his words. “I need you to do something for me.” 

Furrowing his brows at the familiar voice, Mingyu glances back as he moves the cigarette from his lips in surprise. He doesn’t necessarily mean to scoff, but that’s the sound that leaves his mouth when he lets out a breath of smoke. What could Yoon Jeonghan possibly need from him? Why the fuck was he even talking to him? It wasn’t a secret that neither man liked the other. “Yeah? What’s that?” Offering his pack of cigarettes towards Jeonghan, Mingyu waits for Jeonghan to move but when he doesn’t, he just sighs again. “Fine, I’ll keep ‘em then.” 

So fucking sure of himself. Gritting his teeth to keep himself from losing his temper right away, Jeonghan stays where he is, watching Mingyu rest the cigarette between his lips and move to his feet so he can face him. 

“What—” 

“Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.” 

The words hang in the air for a moment before Mingyu can’t help but laugh. Was he serious? It didn’t seem too serious, or at least it hadn’t until the cigarette was knocked onto the ground and Mingyu felt the siding of the house against his back. Catching his breath, he meets Jeonghan’s eyes and his brows tighten with frustration and confusion. “Get the hell off’a me, man! I—I haven’t done anything with Y/N! She’s my friend—” 

“She’s not and you’re a damn liar. You are always on her fuckin’ back.” Pushing Mingyu harder against the wall even as the larger man struggles to get out of this without a fight, Jeonghan glares at him. “Always trying to take something that doesn’t belong to you. Spoiled little prick…” 

Mingyu wants to fight back. He could easily push Jeonghan off him and probably get in a punch or two before the older could react, but that wasn’t who he was. Mingyu had never been one to fight with his fists. He never lifted a hand in anger unless it was necessary, and the more that Jeonghan got in his face, the more it was beginning to feel necessary. The look in Jeonghan’s eyes was crazy — more than that, it looked dangerous. Mingyu finds himself becoming nervous not just for himself but for you. “I—” 

“Shut the fuck up. I’m tired of hearing you speak, so just fuckin’ nod if you understand.” Nodding along with Mingyu, Jeonghan’s lips pull up slightly into a smirk as he pushes him back against the side of the house one more time and steps back. “Good boy. If I see you around her again, you’ll regret it. And that’s a promise.” He had gotten his point across. Mingyu looked small and scared; that was exactly how Jeonghan wanted him. 

It had been around ten minutes since Jeonghan had left you, but you were still right where he had told you to stay. Pouting at your cup, most of the alcohol still in it, you consider downing the rest but remember what Jeonghan had told you. He would be disappointed in you if he came back to find you with an empty cup, knowing you had drank too fast again. So instead you sit still even as your friends say hi and try to pull you up to dance with them. You find reasons to decline: you are tired from classes, you are feeling too drunk, so many excuses… 

“Your drink that interesting, angel?” 

Jeonghan’s voice puts a smile on your face and seems to lighten your mood instantly. He had called you angel again. He seemed to be in such a better mood than he had before. You could smell a bit of smoke on him, but it didn’t matter as you moved to your feet and wrapped your arms around his neck, listening to him chuckle near your lips. “Missed you. Where did you go?” 

This was his. You were his. Everything that was happening right now was exactly as it should be. Sliding his hands along your sides to your hips, Jeonghan closes the distance between his lips and yours with a satisfied hum. “Just to the bathroom. You finish your drink?” 

When you shake your head no, Jeonghan just nods, taking your cup and putting it to your lips, tipping it back carefully. “It’s a party, baby doll. You can enjoy it. I know I can be an asshol—” 

Licking your lips clean, you quickly shake your head and shift so you can kiss Jeonghan’s cheek, silencing him. “No way. You aren’t an asshole. You are just looking out for me.” You feel Jeonghan’s smile get wider at your words, his cheeks getting fuller under your lips before you pull back to take your cup and enjoy a larger sip. “Mm, I can enjoy this with you knowing you’ll keep me safe.” 

That he would. Nothing or no one would ever do anything to you while Jeonghan was around. “Of course. I love you.” 

Brightly smiling, you swoon at Jeonghan’s confession. You had heard him say it hundreds of times over the past couple of months, but it never stopped making you feel warm and safe. “I love you more.” Humming into your drink, you pout when you realize it's gone. “You want another drink too, Hannie?” 

Jeonghan scans the room quickly and smiles at you, offering you his cup and letting you take care of him this time. There was less for him to worry about now. He hadn’t seen Mingyu since their little talk and you were hanging all over him. He could let you go to the kitchen alone while he settled back into his seat and took in the music. 

Weaving through the crowd, you bite your bottom lip lightly when you finally make it to the kitchen. It was less crowded in here. The music was still loud and there were cups and snacks all over the counters, but somehow this room felt less stressful than the living room full of people. You fill your cup and Jeonghan’s before you start to turn back towards the living room only to stop in your tracks when Mingyu meets your eyes and quickly averts them down to his own cup. 

“Hey, Mingyu! I was wondering if you were just kidding earlier or if you were really comin—” 

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.” 

Your eyes follow Mingyu as he turns out of the room and leaves, cutting you off. Maybe he was upset at how the conversation had gone before the party. You didn’t think it had been that serious, but perhaps you had really hurt his feelings. With a look of confusion and disappointment on your face, you move back through the sea of people to find Jeonghan. 

Taking his drink, he smiles into the sip even as you look at your own drink, lost in thought. He had seen Mingyu rush away from you and the disappointment on your face. At least one person had learned where they belonged today. 

“C‘mere, baby doll.” Patting his lap with his free hand, Jeonghan ushers you down to sit on his thighs before resting his chin on your shoulder, smiling next to your ear. “You having fun?” 

You nod, but still can’t shake the uneasy feeling in your stomach as you scan the crowd, feeling completely out of place for the first time.

“We are just very disappointed, honey…” 

This had become the weekly routine. You used to look forward to calls from your parents, your mother in particular but after your grades started to slip, you found yourself dreading the call. 

“I know you are trying to enjoy university and the boyfriend…” 

There it was. The real reason that your mom was in a bad mood. She hadn’t even met Jeonghan and she didn’t like him. It wasn’t fair. They should trust you and your judgment. You loved him and they should too. 

“Stop it, Mom. It’s not even that big of a deal.” This was a conversation that looped over and over again. “I’m gonna pass.” 

“Barely! You—dammit, Y/N. You were on the dean’s list. You were set to graduate top of your class. People are looking at you. Don’t you even want to be offered residency at a top hospital?” 

You were listening, but you also knew this routine. You’d feel like shit and try to push yourself more at the beginning of the week, but then you’d be so exhausted that you’d end up collapsing. There had been too many days lately where you’d barely make it back to your bed after classes and spending time with Jeonghan. Some nights you’d find yourself crashing at his apartment and rushing to class the next day. 

“I’m only saying this because I love you and I’m so truly concerned, honey. I think—we think that it would be best to let the boyfriend go.” 

“What?” There had been hints at your parents wanting you to break up with Jeonghan, but your mother had never come right out and said it before. You hear her start to speak again, explaining her reasoning, but your heart sinks with your own words. “Stay the fuck out of my life! Seriously, Mom! I hate this shit!” 

“Don’t raise your voice at me, Y/N Y/L/N!” Though the conversations had been tense, they had never reached this level before. It felt like more and more of your friendships and family relationships had become strained lately. All of them are pushing you away from Jeonghan and, at the same time, pushing you away from them. “He’s not worth ruining your life! I wasn’t going to say this but I think it’s time you heard it! Straighten up your life or you’re coming home. It’s not up for discussion, Y/N!” 

Tears roll down your cheeks and you try to speak through sobs only to hear your mother scream at you more over the phone. When it becomes too much, you close your phone and hang up on her, trying to run away from your disappointment and pain. 

You were crying. Even from where Mingyu was standing, he could tell. You looked defeated and maybe that was the reason he didn’t avoid you like he had started to. Glancing around for any signs of Jeonghan, Mingyu groans under his breath and lets his feet follow the concern digging into his heart. “Y/N? Are—hey, you okay?” 

Turning your face from Mingyu, you feel more tension in your chest when he speaks to you. He had been avoiding you for weeks now. At first, after the party, you had given him a few days but then each time he had seen you during class or in the hallway, he would turn the other direction or find a seat further away from you. It was painful to have Megan be mad at you but she could only avoid you so much; Mingyu felt harsher. He had always been kind to you. He was like a bright part of your day during classes and his light had been ripped away from you. 

Watching you try to walk past him, Mingyu groans under his breath again and reaches out to stop you, feeling you shrug your shoulder to get his hand off. “I… listen to me. I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay. You’re crying!” 

You scoff and still avoid his eyes, though your words are harsh and full of your own pain. “Like you even care.” 

Mingyu furrows his brows and shakes his head. Perhaps he deserved this a little bit, but he had only done what Jeonghan had told him to do. It didn’t seem fair for you to lash out at him when he was trying to respect you and heed Jeonghan’s threats. “Hey—that’s not… I do care! I’m not an asshole, Y/N.” 

Scoffing again, you finally meet Mingyu’s eyes. “Could’a fooled me.” 

You see the string snap in Mingyu even as you try to walk away again only to be pulled back by your wrist. “That’s not fair! I— dammit, Y/N. I— stop walking away.” Letting you jerk your hand from his, he sighs your name and stays still even as your eyes dig into him like daggers. “Something’s wrong with you. It’s been wrong for a while now and we both know what it is. It’s Jeonghan!” 

Oh, so him too. Of course he’d be like this. He avoided you for weeks and now he’s got so much to say. Your heart pounds in your chest as you glare at him and shake your head. “No! He’s fine. He’s— he loves me and I love him. Why is everyone being like th—”

“He’s a possessive asshole, Y/N! You are so blinded by him you don’t see it.” Taking a step forward, Mingyu knows he should just let this go but someone needs to try to make you see it. “He threatened me and told me to leave you alone. He said I’d regret it! You think I wanna act like this? Be for real, Y/N and open your eyes.” 

You start to speak, tears clouding your vision when you think back to the party and the moment that Mingyu had started avoiding you. Jeonghan’s behavior had changed so much from one moment to the next, but he’d never—

“Get in the fuckin’ car, Y/N!” 

The sound of tires against pavement near you and Jeonghan’s angry voice make you stop and you both look towards the red Corvette idling next to you on the road. You didn’t know that Jeonghan was coming to visit, but then again, it wasn’t like he asked or told you. He just did. Ignoring Mingyu’s quiet pleas for you not to get into the car, you shrug his hand from your arm one more time before sliding into the seat and slamming the door. 

Watching Mingyu in the rearview mirror, Jeonghan tightens his hands on the steering wheel hard, causing his knuckles to turn white. You were crying but he wasn’t in the mood to listen to it. “Stop whining…” 

You try to suck back your tears, wrapping your arms around you, feeling Jeonghan’s anger radiating towards you from his seat. “I’m sorry. I’m trying. Mingyu was just—” You start and stop when Jeonghan scoffs under his breath. “I’m just trying to tell you what was happening, Jeonghan.” 

“I know what was happening, Y/N! I’m not a fuckin’ moron.” Slamming on the brakes, Jeonghan puts the car into park and glares at you as you put your hand to your chest where your seatbelt caught you. “Why the fuck are you out here acting like a whore? Huh? Am I not good enough for you, Princess?” 

Jeonghan sees more confusion spread across your face, but he doesn’t give you time to speak. There was still plenty he needed and wanted to say. “You get some cock from me and suddenly you’re a slut? Gonna take any from anyone?” 

“No! What?! Hannie—” 

“Don’t Hannie me.” Putting the car back into drive, Jeonghan slams his foot down on the gas even as you whine his name and hold tightly to the handle above the door. 

“Stop. Please? I really didn’t do anything wrong.” Clearly that wasn’t what Jeonghan wanted to hear, as he takes a turn so fast that the tires squeal and make your stomach flip. “I’m scared, Jeonghan! I’m sorry! Please?!” 

With another turn taken too sharply, Jeonghan scoffs under his breath and only speeds up. He knew he was frightening you, but not even your pleas for forgiveness were making a difference right now. It isn’t until you scream his name and tell him to let you out of the car that he seems to come back to his senses, letting off the gas. 

“Wh—Y/N…” 

“Don’t! Let me out!” 

Panic starts to rise in Jeonghan as he pulls his car over to the side of the road and reaches out for your hands, only for you to pull them back. “Baby! I’m sorry! I just got so pissed off!” 

That was an understatement and after most of what you had seen with Jeonghan and experienced, you would easily accept his apology. This time, however, your stomach was in your throat. You had felt true fear waiting for him to take one turn just a hair wrong and for the car to collide with something else. Everything you had heard from Megan, your mother, and Mingyu flashes through your mind in just a few seconds when you meet Jeonghan’s eyes, barely hearing him plead for your forgiveness. 

“I’m an idiot! I don’t know what I was thinking! I just—I love you so fuckin’ much that it makes me a little crazy sometimes.” Trying to grab your hands again, Jeonghan feels tears prick at his eyes as you smack his away and reach for the door, pushing it open. “Where are you going? Baby, get back in the fuckin’ car! We are in the middle of nowhere! Least let me take you home…” 

“No! I’m done, Jeonghan!” You were having a hard time believing yourself, but you managed enough conviction in your voice to get your point across and to see the realization move over Jeonghan’s face. 

“No! What do you mean you’re done?!” Jeonghan watches in horror as you open your phone and put it to your ear, calling someone. You weren’t letting him take you home. You were refusing to get back in the car. Yes, he could get out and force you back in, but the realization of what he had just done sits on him like a pile of bricks. How had he let himself go that far? He could have killed you both because he was angry. “Baby! Who are you calling?” 

Ignoring Jeonghan even as he gets out of the car, leaning over the top to plead with you more, you hold your phone tighter to your ear, feeling relief wash over you when you hear a confused “hello?” “I need help. Can you come get me?” Walking away from Jeonghan’s car, you hear your name frantically called behind you even as you try to ignore it. 

“Yeah… Where are you? I’m leaving right now.” Mingyu could hear Jeonghan’s voice in the background and he sounded pissed. He had been terrified when you got into his car and watched the Corvette take off with reckless abandon. “Are you okay, Y/N? Do—should I call the police?” 

Running his hands over his face, your name dies on Jeonghan’s tongue as you continue to walk away from him. He had done it this time. Maybe if he let you get some time to yourself, you’d realize how bad of a decision this was—but even as the thought occurred to him, he knew that wouldn’t happen. He had fucked up this time. 

How truly fucked up he was didn’t hit him until he saw the black Impala pull up next to you and he watched you get into the passenger seat. He knew whose car that was and even though the man avoided his eyes, he knew you had called Kim Mingyu to come get you. This was worse than you breaking up with him. This was a stab to the gut as he watched Mingyu turn in the road and head back towards the university with you in tow. 

When you wake up, you are almost afraid to look at your phone. Every single day had been like living in limbo since you had broken up with Jeonghan. You always had dozens of missed calls and even more text messages for you to ignore. You had read them at first; they always ranged from devastated to furious, but you never answered them. You had made a promise that you wouldn’t. It wasn’t just a promise to friends, but also one to yourself. 

It had taken over a week for you to get rid of the instinct to run to Jeonghan to escape this painful feeling in your heart. You were broken, but you hadn’t realized how much until you were forcing yourself to stay away from him. 

At first you slept even less than you had before. You cried yourself to sleep and then finally you started to sleep too much. The depression hit you like waves no matter who was by your side trying to help you through it. You had thought that you had pushed away everyone. That had been the first thought you had after coming home, that no one would want to be around you like they were before—but instead you found yourself surrounded with even more love and care. 

“Y/N, babe… Let me block him. I know you don’t wanna do it, but I can—” 

“Not yet.”

Megan had been your biggest supporter. You had gotten out of Mingyu’s car and fell right into her arms. She had spent days making sure you were eating and keeping yourself clean. Your mind had let you think that she hated you and wanted you to fail, but like Jeonghan’s many pretty words, that was also a lie. 

“She’ll do it when she’s ready. Come on, try to sit up and eat.” 

Mingyu had been right there too. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he had rid you from his life completely after everything had happened, but instead he stayed. He didn’t push for anything; he only offered. All you felt when you looked at him now was regret for how you had treated him and how you had let Jeonghan treat him—though he’d never accept your apology for it. He just reminded you how it wasn’t your fault and he’d never think it was. 

It would take you a while to get past this. You still felt Jeonghan in your heart. You could still hear him tell you that he loved you—but as the days faded into one another, you started to question it more. Had he ever really loved you, or were you just a prize that he had wanted to keep?

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