#dlite

• daesung loves to hear praise in the bedroom. as you climb on top of him, lining yourself up, you’ll cup his face and whisper, “my pretty boy,” and he practically melts into your touch, moaning your name. any other praises, especially “you feel so good,” will make him a mess.

• daesung loves shower sex. he’ll cup your face softly, water still running, and place a passionate kiss to your lips. he’ll lift up one of your leg and gently press himself into you.

• he loves it when you pull his hair. when he’s nestled in between your thighs, making slow, deliberate movements with his tongue, your hands will reach down to tangle into his hair, tugging slightly, and he’ll moan against your core.

Jiyong had slowly become much more shy in the passed few years. Well, he had always been bashful and timid with girls he really liked while still being a gentleman. He was flirtatious and sweet. that’s why it surprised you when he cussed out the creep who cat-called you the first time the both of you went on a little friend date downtown.

You were staring up in awe at the beautiful lights and decorations peppered all over a new dress store when you heard it. fuck I’d like some of that. it seemed the man didn’t see Jiyong standing a foot away from you —or didn’t care. You definitely didn’t care as it was a common occurrence. Jiyong in his flared jeans, pink grandma cardigan and cute matching pink bucket hat that was fluffy all over huffed, face contorting in anger and disgust as he shouted at the man.

“you think you can just approach people like that? you fucking perv.” he took a step forward, puffing his chest. your awe was now directed at Jiyong, never having stepped in for you that way. not that he ever needed to, no one dared to treat you less than perfect when he was around.

“Get the fuck away from us before I shove my foot so far up your ass, not only will your life flash before your eyes, but so will your ancestors,” Jiyong seethed, his voice sharp and venomous.

You barely had time to process the sheer rage in his tone before you turned to glance at the man who had catcalled you. His confidence had evaporated in an instant. His cocky smirk was gone, replaced by wide, panicked eyes as he took a cautious step back. His hands lifted in front of him, palms out, a weak attempt at de-escalation—though the damage had already been done.

Jiyong took another step forward, chest still puffed, fists still clenched. The catcaller flinched. Then, as if realizing he was no match for the fire burning behind Jiyong’s glare, the man bolted, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush to disappear down the street.

You stood frozen, blinking up at Jiyong in stunned silence.

“Whoa,” was all you managed, suddenly feeling a heat grow between your thighs, which was new. Does that usually happen between best friends? You had to ask yourself the question and hope this sudden feeling was not out of the ordinary.

“Do you want one?” Jiyong asked, his voice now calm, as if the fiery outburst from moments ago had never happened. The shift in his demeanor was almost jarring, leaving you struggling to catch up.

“Huh?” you blinked, your mind still reeling from the scene that had just unfolded. You cleared your throat, trying to shake the lingering tension, but your body wasn’t cooperating. Your heart was still racing, pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

Following the direction of his outstretched finger, you turned to look behind you, your gaze landing on the large glass storefront. Mannequins stood elegantly posed, draped in stunning dresses, each one shimmering under the soft glow of the boutique’s lighting.

He was pointing at one in particular—a deep green silk gown that hung delicately on display, the fabric cascading down like liquid. It was stunning. It was expensive. It was also exactly your style.

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening for an entirely different reason now.

“Oh! You know I can’t afford these.” You sighed, shifting between your feet as you looked between him and the dark green silk dress on display, mouth watering at the lack of straps and how it glistened in the light. You winced before turning to walk away but Jiyong stopped you, hand on your wrist to spin you around. “It’s on me. After that bullshit you deserve it.” He smiled pulling towards the entrance.

Suddenly you were seeing your best friend in a different light. The strong grip on your wrist fought hard to pull a whine from your throat but you fought harder. You confused yourself but just let it go as you got an up close look at all the stunning gowns in the store, the clerk smiling wide before greeting the both of you.

“That green one you were looking at would look great on you.” Jiyong smiled before walking up to the clerk and asking for one in your size, which he had memorized by heart. It came as no surprise when you remembered your best friend is the fashionista of your tree of friends on top of being the mom friend.

You smiled bashfully as the clerk looked past Jiyong and right at you. “You have your girlfriend’s measurements memorized that’s very sweet. And the first of many many boyfriends who come in to purchase for their counterparts,” The order woman complimented and jiyong smiled happily, causing your heart to almost flutter at his lack of interjecting when she referred to you as his girlfriend.

Once you were home and finished shopping Jiyong encouraged you to try the dress on again. “It looked so pretty and I didn’t get any pictures of you in it come on,” he whined, pulling on your arm. You rolled your eyes playfully. “Fiiiiine.” Letting a giggle spill as you rushed into your room to try on the dress.

Jiyong sat behind you on the edge of your bed while you changed which wasn't an uncommon occurrence, you'd become quite comfortable with him the last few years and now it was second nature.

This time you spotted him watching closely, the tattoos across your hips and shoulder blades being visible to him. He allowed his gaze to linger.

You slipped into the dress, feeling the soft fabric glide over your skin. As you stood up, you spun in a graceful twirl, letting the material swirl around your legs. The moment you stopped, you caught Jiyong's gaze, and a proud smile spread across his face. "Gorgeous," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. He chuckled lightly, clapping his hands together in appreciation. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and snapped a series of pictures, each one capturing your joy and the way the dress seemed to come alive with your movement.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of his excited energy. It was rare to see him so caught up in a moment, and it warmed your heart. Without thinking, you flopped down onto the bed beside him, letting your head rest against his shoulder. The scent of his cologne mixed with the soft fabric of the sheets, creating a sense of comfort that you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.

He looked at you, his eyes softening, and you both shared a quiet laugh, the world outside seeming to pause for just a moment.

Laid in silence for a moment after the laughter died down, you turned on your side to look at each other. “Thanks, Jiyong.” You gave him a soft smile. “anything for you.” he pulled you into a cuddle. Your arm was thrown over his waist and his looped around you, pulling your head to his chest. The two of you stayed that way for a few minutes before you looked up at him.

In the moment it was like everything around you disappeared and it was just the two on you on your bed in an otherwise empty cube; No furniture, no windows, no muffled outside noise. Something felt different.

Warmth bubbled up in your belly and you could feel it reaching your cheeks so you quickly dug your head back into his chest to hide the flush creeping up on you so rudely.

what the fuck is going on with you today?

It was late, and after spending the entire day walking around downtown, exhaustion had settled deep into your bones. Without much thought, you found yourself curling up against Jiyong’s warmth, your body naturally gravitating toward his as sleep took over almost instantly. This wasn’t unusual for the two of you—falling asleep tangled together had become second nature after years of friendship. Whether it was crashing on each other’s couches after long nights out or dozing off during late-night movie marathons, moments like these were just another part of your unspoken routine.

When you woke up the next morning, you were still curled up against Jiyong, your body comfortably molded to his as if you had never moved throughout the night. The warmth of his presence was familiar, but as your mind slowly emerged from sleep, you noticed something was different. You were no longer in the clothes you had worn the day before—instead, you were dressed in soft pajamas, and when you reached up to rub your eyes, you realized your makeup had been completely wiped off. Your skin felt fresh, free of the remnants of eyeliner and mascara you had definitely been wearing when you dozed off.

A frown tugged at your lips as you blinked in confusion. How had you managed to sleep through all that? You weren’t exactly a heavy sleeper, yet somehow, Jiyong had changed you, cleaned your face, and tucked you back into bed without waking you. The thought made heat rise to your cheeks—he had taken care of you so gently, so effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“hey.” Jiyong croaked as he pulled away, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Did you take my makeup off and change my clothes?” You giggled as you hooked your hand under your pillow and clutched the duvet tight to your chest. He nodded and hummed a yes once he finished his big stretch.

"Thanks," you said with a soft smile, and as always, he returned it without hesitation. His gaze flickered to his phone, checking the time before letting out a small sigh.

"Ah, I gotta get to the studio," he mumbled reluctantly, pushing himself up from the bed. As he stood, you finally took in the sight before you—your sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his upper body completely bare. Heat crept up your neck, and you quickly averted your gaze, but not before the blush had already betrayed you.

"What? So early?" you pouted, tilting your head up at him. "Can’t we at least have breakfast first?" You sat up, watching as he hurriedly pulled on the clothes he had worn the day before, already preparing to rush out the door.

He shook his head. “Can’t. Already overslept. but I can come by later tonight if you’re not doing anything.” Jiyong raked his hands through his hair in a rushed attempt to tame it. You sighed in response. “Okay. I’ll see you later then. I feel like we barely spend time together anymore.” you pouted.

Jiyong had been pouring everything into his album—long nights at the studio, back-to-back promo meetings, and constant traveling had consumed most of his time. It felt like you barely saw him anymore, your usual daily texts turning into sporadic updates about his schedule. That’s why the two of you had made solid plans to go shopping the day before—to finally spend some much-needed time together like you used to.

But now, as you sat there alone in bed, you regretted falling asleep so early. You had missed out on the little moments that made your sleepovers special—the quiet conversations in the dark, the whispered jokes, the deep, unfiltered talks that somehow always felt easier when you were curled up beside each other. It wasn’t just about spending time together; it was about the comfort of those late-night moments, the ones that made you feel like no matter how busy life got, you’d always have Jiyong.

“That will change, I promise. I’m trying to make as much time for you as possible.” he ruffled your hair. “I promise, promise, promise I’ll be here tonight, with food.” he winked playfully and rushed out the door, both of you yelling your goodbyes.

-

By the time noon rolled around, you had already gone through the familiar motions of your morning routine—brushing your teeth, washing your face, making a half-hearted attempt at breakfast, and scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Yet, despite the slow start to your day, you found yourself sitting on the couch with nothing to do, staring at the ceiling as boredom settled over you.

With a sigh, you reached for your phone and quickly typed out a message to Marlee, your closest friend outside of Jiyong.

(12:04) You: you free? (12:04) You: Come over I’m dying of boredom

You barely had to wait a minute before the typing bubbles appeared, followed by her enthusiastic response.

(12:05) Lee<3: On my way hope you have snacks

A small smile tugged at your lips. At least now, the day wouldn’t feel so uneventful.

“Heyyy!” Marlee beamed, stepping through the doorway with her usual effortless confidence. One hand rested on her hip while the other clutched the strap of her purse, her oversized sunglasses pushed up into her thick curls. She looked every bit like she had just strutted off a fashion runway, despite probably having just rolled out of bed an hour ago.

You giggled at her dramatic entrance, shaking your head. “Record time! I swear you teleport.”

“Please, I heard urgent fashion news and I moved fast,” she teased, slipping off her shoes before following you inside.

Grinning, you grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward your bedroom. “You have to see the dress Jiyong bought me yesterday,” you gushed, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.

Marlee let out a dramatic gasp. “He bought you a dress? Okay, now I really need details.”

You reached into your closet, carefully pulling out the gorgeous silk dress before laying it out on the bed. The deep green fabric shimmered under the soft lighting of your room, practically glowing. Marlee immediately sprawled herself across the opposite side of the bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she stared at the dress like it was a piece of art.

Her reaction was instant. She sucked in a breath, eyes going wide before she let out a feigned moan. “Oh my god…” she gasped, clutching her chest.

You watched her face intently, unable to fight the satisfied grin forming as she dramatically fanned herself.

Her jaw dropped letting out a feigned moan. “oh my god…” she gasped as she sat up. “It’s gorgeous and it’s your style… baby why haven’t you hopped on it yet?” she looked up at you with her brows furrowed. “Marlee.” you scolded, face immediately displaying unamusment. “Y/n.” She returned in the same tone of course drawing an eye roll from you.

“I totally would if i had a sexy bestfriend who bought me expensive gifts like this just because.” She spoke nonchalantly, crossing her legs like a little girl and tucking her hands under her knee. “If i had the money I’d be spoiling you too. it’s not like that with Jiyong I don’t see him that way…” you paused and immediately remembered how you felt when he cursed out the catcaller.

“I knew there was a ‘but’ coming,” Marlee grinned, eyes glinting with curiosity.

You exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “Well… some guy catcalled me while Ji and I were out shopping yesterday, and—”

Marlee’s brows lifted expectantly. “And?”

“You know Ji,” you continued, gesturing vaguely. “He’s the sweetest guy. Super shy, total gentleman—he’s the type to pull out chairs for every woman, no matter who she is.”

Marlee nodded, fully invested now. “Right, right. That sounds like him. But—” she motioned for you to hurry up, her hands flapping impatiently.

You grabbed the dress from the bed, carefully placing it back in your closet before settling on the floor across from her, mirroring her posture.

“But he lost it on the guy,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “I mean—lost it. Nose flaring, face red, that little vein in his neck popping. He straight-up cussed him out like he was ready to throw hands.”

Marlee’s eyes widened. “Ji?”

“Ji.” You nodded, still stunned.

Marlee smiled like she knew exactly what you were about to say and unconsciously leaned toward you. “It was so hot.” you covered your face. “We've been friends for so long and I’ve literally never seen him get worked up that way before. I’ve seen him get frustrated and let out little huffs like when he spills something or when he messes up a dance or lyric.” You spun around and rested your back on the foot of your bed. “seeing him get that angry, that fast and the fact that it was over me?!” you exclaimed as Marlee nodded, understanding you entirely. she giggled and drummed on the bed.

“Yeah I totally get what you mean… so what does this mean for you?” she asked. Until that moment you hadn’t even asked yourself that. You hadn’t considered what thinking of your best friend that way meant, you hadn’t considered- hardly accepted that you were even attracted to the behaviour Jiyong displayed yesterday until you uttered the words to Marlee.

"I haven't thought about it actually." you threw your head back pensively before looking at her with wide eyes. "probably because it doesn't mean anything." You shrugged.

"Marlee, you can think someone's attractive without being into them." you blinked at her. "sure but you wouldn't sexualize them if you weren't into them." she gave a tight-lipped smile before letting out a whistle, earning a sigh from you.

Not wanting to discuss the matter any further you changed the subject knowing it would only frustrate you into an argument. "well anyway, how's it going with deli guy?" you asked her as you stood up, grabbed your pillow and laid on your chest. she rolled her eyes playfully and grinned. "Good, he gave me my favourite sandwich for free yesterday and told me when his break is so I think he wants me to come by tomorrow." she gleamed and you could swear her iris' morphed into hearts.

You loved hearing about Marlee's love life even if there wasn't anything going on in yours. that's what she loved about you; never being jealous or antipathous. You just wanted to hear about how happy she was with her newest cute boy-toy. "that's so sweet. you should bring him something in return." You gushed, cupping your cheeks gleefully. She giggled in response. "I hope something actually happens with this one; he really does seem to be into me." She sighed sweetly, sinking into the bed.

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