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Morning eludes you at times.

Countless times you have found yourself waking way past ten, but not with Junmyeon.

He prides himself on being an early riser, always managing to wake up at 8:30 no matter what time he goes to bed the night before. Not to mention him immediately wanting to begin his day productively.

This was something completely foreign to you.

Unless you had to do something in the morning, you always spent the beginning hours of your day wrapped in blankets and mindlessly scrolling. It was difficult to get out of bed some days, but that was how you liked it. 

Not your boyfriend.

Last night was the first time you ever spent the night at Junmyeon’s place. It was blissful: falling asleep in his arms while he read to you. Since you were a light sleeper, you felt him getting out of bed, tiredly pouting because you wanted him wrapped around you like the night before.

“Good morning,” he says, voice still heavy with sleep. You smile when he kisses you on the cheek, the softness of his lips echoing on your skin.

“Baby...” you hum, not opening your eyes. “Come back to bed.”

“Can’t. Gotta get ready.” He shakes you slightly, causing you to whine out. You give in and open your eyes, suddenly happy that you did so.

His hair was messy in that cute way it always was when he just wakes up. He also was wearing one of your favorite garments of his, an old wrinkly college sweatshirt you had only just recently returned to him. 

“There you are.” You giggle, reaching your arms out. He smiles, long dimples protruding from his face. He grabs your hands, pulling you so you’re now sitting up.

“You’re so pretty in the morning.” He whispers, kissing you on the forehead.

“Says you.”

Junmyeon brings you to the bathroom where all of your stuff is neatly laid out. You put on your spa headband, making sure all of your stray hairs are tucked away before turning the faucet on and splashing water onto your face. 

Junmyeon brushes his teeth as you spread your cleanser all over your face, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure every part is covered. What you don’t notice is your boyfriend watching you, a slight smile on his face. 

He spits his toothpaste into the sink and rinses his toothbrush before you go to rinse the cleanser off. As you pat your face dry, you see your boyfriend struggling to push his hair back to wash his own face.

“Do you need one of these?” You ask, pointing to your headband. He hesitates before nodding. “You can borrow mine, for now, but we’ll go get one for you today.” 

You remove your headband and put it on Junmyeon. As you push his hair back and slide the headband up, you look into his eyes, admiring the twinkle swimming in his irises. You adjust the headband a bit; once you’re satisfied you give him a kiss on the lips. “Perfect.”

Junmyeon looks in the mirror, inspecting his appearance. “I don’t look half bad.” You giggle.

“Hold on, don’t move.” You say, voice muffled because of the toothpaste in your mouth. You quickly run out of the bathroom, toothbrush sticking out of your mouth as you grab your phone, opening the camera app. He already knows what you’re going to do, opting to strike a pose right when you come back.

“Smile!” You chuckle, snapping a few photos before going back to brushing your teeth.

“How do I look?” Junmyeon questions.

You spit the paste into the sink, rinsing your toothbrush as you look up at him once more. “Adorable.”

“Told you.”

“Oh shut up.”

Shockingly enough, you convince Junmyeon to come back to bed with you and relax for a couple more hours. You snuggle into his chest, pulling blankets over you as he searches for a video on his tablet for the two of you to watch.

The smile etched into your cheek was immovable. Content down your nerves, you studied his discarded briefs, tossed and forgotten over the arm of his desk chair. Thoughts moved sluggishly in your mind, thinking and rethinking over how they came to be there, stumbling through memory and, ultimately, forgetting each time Chanyeol mumbled words to songs in quiet pleasure.

How many times you had to restart, losing your train of thought as your eyes fell closed in adoration. Still, you studied the navy blue cotton, remembering better how the elastic band felt within your hands - remembering best the way he moaned as you took him into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.

You'd sucked his cock with feral intensity, knees burning against the hardwood of his floor. Passion was boiling in your blood, your hollowed cheeks wrapped tightly around his girth.  If you could, you'd have written your name in his skin with the tip of your tongue. His hand had fisted in your hair as he came with a needy whine, fucking your mouth with urgency.

In the end, it did not matter how they got there, only that the heat of his cock still lingered on your tongue. And this, you decided, was most important.

In the corner of the room, the turntable spun diligently as Leonard Cohen did his best to drown out Chanyeol, the thundering rain, the sensation that you were falling more and more in love with him; his spirit was palpable, visceral, slithering down your back - a proclamation in the nodes of your spine that said there would be no escaping him.

Your fingers carved divots into the soft flesh of his stomach as you quietly hummed along with the music. You could still feel him between your thighs; the occasional twitch of his cock into your hip said he could still feel you.

If you were honest, you'd have said you were still trembling from the way he separated the buttons of your shirt the night before. He came to you as the sun through curtains, unrestrained, unrestricted - stubborn in his desire to touch you. Beneath the moonlight, he ran his tongue along your sternum and peered up at you through his long eyelashes, a challenge, a threat.

You were still trembling from the way he hesitated over your heart, taking his time to luxuriate in the way it was a flightless bird straining to reach him. Chanyeol's tenacity was unruly, and he paused over your heart to feel it beat before pressing his teeth into the ample curve of your breast. You're mine, he said, the rasp in his throat thick with desire. To prove his point, he slipped two fingers beneath your underwear and toyed with the folds of your cunt, preparing to stake his claim.

You were still trembling from the touch of his hands, the strength in his knuckles as he spread your legs and kissed your wet center. Your hands clutched the sheets as he pressed his tongue between your walls, massaging the backs of your knees in time with the movements of his mouth. He coaxed you to completion, smiling against your cunt as you moaned his name, the sound of it only strengthening his thrusts until he wove figure eights over your clit. Embarrassed by how quickly you'd cum, you apologized with a deep flush only for him to smile, full of love, licking at the drenched glisten of his lips.

Chanyeol had unraveled you, languidly making his way to the wet summer of your mouth. He'd left sunflower petals in your lungs, and you were autumn in all the places he had not touched you, the tiny caverns between your atoms bleeding into winter as they fought to seek him.

And when he came inside you, tears pricked the corner of your eyes as his teeth latched onto the tendon of your neck, your own nails digging crescent moons into his sides. You milked him as he fucked into you, your name a gasped prayer that fell from his lips directly into your pulse. You'd never been held so tightly, a second orgasm ripped from you as he fucked you beyond the limit of stimulation.

The clouds crept along the sky, the rain persistent and soothing as you curled deeper into him. He was awake, aware of your affectionate need to cover his full length - an impossible task. Chanyeol let you walk your fingers along the hills of his ribs, his own hands stroking idle shapes into the valley of your waist.

Silences like this were rare, silences in which it was not silent all but words were kept safe behind tongues. You had so much to say to one another, so many thoughts, so many ideas - plans. He called all these things plans, and your mind raced with visions of the future. A house you would eventually share, a refrigerator full of pictures, appointment reminders, invitations; pets, two dogs and two cats, perhaps a rabbit, perhaps a terrarium of snails; children, though you had never imagined you'd be a mother, had never even wanted it. Until Chanyeol, children were off the table.

Funny how quickly you'd given in, wanting more of him, wanting the universe with him.

Resting in his bed, you both had wanted to set aside all your plans for creation, choosing instead to live in the present, in each other.

But really, you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to marry him, imagined the weight of a ring on your finger, binding you to him. You wanted to marry him, prepared as you were for the eventual horrible and cruel words you would reserve for one another. With his soft warmth pressed against your cheek, you didn't want to fight with anyone other than him, nor could you imagine fighting for anyone else.

One day, some day, perhaps even sometimes, he would make you cry. Eventually, one day, you would even make him cry, both of you angry and volatile. You chuckled to yourself, rationalizing that you would be even more furious, wanting to hate him and surrendering that you couldn't - you would love him even beyond the rage.

You would always choose to love him.

'What are you thinking about?' he murmured, lightly skimming his nails along your back. Reaching the wings of your shoulder, he drew small circles before dragging his fingers back down.

A shiver traveled the length of your synapses, and you buried your nose into his chest as you held him tightly. Eyes closed, you took the scent of his warm skin deep into the nodes of your lungs, feeling yourself capsize.

'Nothing,' you managed.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you swallowed a laugh. You could hear the inquisitive raise of his brow, seeing right through your dismissal. Lifting up slightly to look at him, you considered his patient, knowing expression. A teasing smirk had caused his dimple to emerge, your wandering mind a poorly kept secret.

'I'm thinking about the future.' Chanyeol's expression softened, though his hand did not cease its soothing strokes. For a brief moment, you found yourself distracted by the freckle in the middle of his nose. Blinking twice, you collected your thoughts. 'How one day you'll make me cry,' you finished, waiting for his inevitable protests.

Instead, he surprised you, acknowledging your statement with a slow nod. Several moments passed in which he said nothing, expression curious and scrutinizing as his thoughts raced. You noted each one, counting the move of his eyes as he searched your face.

He was always good at worrying. Conversely, he was even better at managing worry with optimism. So unlike you, he was able to embody contrast without becoming consumed.

'Think about how I'll make you laugh,' he suggested, pressing his head into the pillow as he considered the ceiling. 'Think about how we'll laugh trying to shovel snow, or change vacation plans the second we get in the car.'

It was easy to picture, everyday with him uninterrupted and endless bliss. It would be easy with him, a full life - the entire length of it - brimming over with pleasure until you reached a shared grave, hands still clasped together in ardor. You could live like that, holding him tighter and tighter.

'You always make me laugh,' you appeased, resting your head back in its former position. 'But everyday won't be like that. Sometimes it will hurt.'

'So are you preparing then?' Chanyeol laughed, the sound thick and heavy. Sleep was threatening him, seeping into his voice with each passing moment of stillness. 'Have some confidence in me.'

'I have more confidence in you than anyone on this planet, but be practical,' you pouted, poking his rib with your index finger. His squirm of protest sent a thrill of victory into your belly. 'It won't always be like this.'

The rustle of his head against the pillow indicated his indigence, never happy unless he had the last word. 'Then I'll try to make it like this as often as I can.'

'Me, too,' you agreed. 'And even still,' you continued, lifting your head to regard him pointedly, 'even when you make me cry, I will still love you.'

He looked at you down the length of his nose, mouth twisting as emotion cast shadows over his face. He was always so soft, so sensitive, so much faster than you to loving.

'You could make me cry, too,' he whispered, and your heart broke.

'I'll try not to.' Seeking his free hand, you wound your fingers together and squeezed, making a promise of effort. 'What were you thinking about?'

Chuckling to himself, he bit his lip and returned his gaze to the ceiling, the tips of his ears turning pink. 'The next record to put on. Infinitely less serious.'

'I can't help it,' you shrugged, admiring the smooth line of his jaw. 'You make me want to commit.'

Chanyeol's eyes fell closed as his lips parted on a sigh, his cock twitching in excitement. He was just like you, often aroused by the idea of loyalty and fidelity, wanting a partner and wanting to build a whole life. You felt his heart increase its rhythm, his own mind likely racing with the thrill of making you his.

'Station to Station?' you offered, luring him back to you.

Opening his eyes, he shook his head. 'I wanted to fuck you again,' he admitted. 'I wanted to...'

Heat flooded your cheeks as you smirked, wetness building between your golds at the prospect. 'Pick the soundtrack?'

'Yeah,' was his sheepish reply.

You'd have let him fuck you to anything, the sound of his hips against yours more pleasurable than you could ever have fathomed. But he always took it seriously, wanting the right song for the right moment; your shared habit of constructing playlist after playlist resulted in curating simple, private moments, and you always wanted it to be perfect just for him.

'Closing Time?'

He'd had you the night before to Nick Cave and The Badseeds; in the morning storm, he reshaped your relationship to Leonard Cohen. If it were your bedroom, you'd have put on Sade, introducing him to the way women turn men into their servants from touch alone. But Tom Waits was just as good, just as amazed by the full force of love as you.

Turning against the pillow, Chanyeol eyed his long shelf of records, making a noise of approval.'It's in the third crate to the right.'

Easing off his chest, you slid away from the bed, your hands still joined until the tips of your fingers departed from his and his arm fell against the side of the mattress, dejected. Unashamed of your nakedness, you moved to the shelf, kneeling to inspect the crate as his cum still dripped down your thighs.

Chanyeol's eyes roamed your body, the searing heat of his attention burning your skin as he admired your ass. He made no effort to look away, and you glanced over your shoulder, finding his lips red, his cheeks red, his cock growing hard in your absence.

Never shy of the power you have over him, he's made it clear you have complete reign over the flow of his blood, and this knowledge suddenly makes you aware of your body, its curve, its thickness, its shape. He's hungry when he looks at you, and you have never felt so immensely remarkable.

Slipping the record from the crate, you hold it against yourself as you stand and ease the needle from the turntable.

'Already?' he questions, surprise nestled between the gravel in his throat. 'We didn't finish New Skin.'

'It's fine,' you reassure, slipping New Skin back into its sleeve. There's only one song left to the album, but you are impatient.

Chanyeol said he wanted you again, and now the emptiness at your core is unwilling to be ignored.

'All you have to do is kiss me,' you explained. 'It's easy to get me wet for you.'

Chanyeol hummed. 'I might need another minute.'

Years of experience allowed you to skillfully place the needle on “Hope I Don't Fall In Love With You,” the warm and rich treble oozing from Chanyeol's expensive speakers. Turning to face him, you watched his hungry, lovestruck gaze drink your breasts, your stomach, the adoring look you were certain lived on your features.

'Then just kiss me,' you affirmed. 'Kiss me until you're ready. I'll be ready for you.'

"You need to tell me what is happening so that I can help you. What is your name ma'am?"

He was still calm, he had enough experience to know what would happen if he lost his cool too.

A message dinged on one of his screens indicating that they had traced the nearest cell tower of the cell phone.

"Officer Lee." He said, already on the other line, talking to the nearest official he could see. "We have a 911 emergency of abuse."

"Roger that. Address?"

"It's…" Baekhyun's voice trailed off on seeing the address. No way- How was that possible?

The address was his house.

He cleared his throat, sure that the address was wrong since they tracked the nearest cell tower, and that could be miles away from the destination.

“The address shows my house but I think it means nearby places.”

There was a pause, as though Taeyong too seemed to be trying to process this.

“On my way.”

“Ma’am,” Baekhyun said, back to line one, “if you could tell me your name or your address, or even what is happening to you I could help you out.”

His eyes were trained to look at all the monitors at once, one monitoring the small dot that represented Taeyong heading towards the destination, another with a blank form about the caller and another one where he was rapidly typing what he was hearing, ready to call in other emergencies in case he heard something.

“Help. Why don’t you help me? Please help.”

“Ma’am help is on the way-”

There was a loud pop as all the lights went out and the only source now was his computer screens. Baekhyun wasn’t scared of the dark ever, another reason he never minded this night shift as a Dispatch Operator but the growing sounds of gurgling and growling in the telephone line was causing shivers to travel down his spine.

“Baekhyun…” The woman rasped, this time sounding like she had gargled razors and Baekhyun felt his blood turn cold.

H-How did she know his name?

The hair on his nape stood up as his breathing came out in pants on this unusual call. With a jolt, he realised how lonely he was, not a single soul on his floor whilst he was plunged in darkness.

The call cut off abruptly, and at the same time the power surged to life. 

Yet, the cold feeling hadn't left Baekhyun as though he could still hear the woman gargling in his ear.

“Byun?”

He jerked as the second line came to life, Taeyong’s voice clear through the landline.

“H-Hey. Did you find anything?” He tried not to sound shaken, but it was hard because the more he tried to ignore, the more the feeling of foreboding grew in him.

“Nothing. We will be needing to get a more specific address. Your entire apartment seems safe to me. Is she still on the line?”

Baekhyun exhaled.

“No. She cut the call. I don’t think she needs help anymore. She sounded alright at the end.” He lied.

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t we follow the protocol still-”

“She told me so.” Baekhyun snapped, and Taeyong quieted down.

He sighed, rubbing his template, trying to forget what he heard. Being a 911 operator, there was bound to be such horrors right? He had heard some similar stories of ghost calls from his superiors.

"Well then...I suppose that's it huh? Are you calling it a night?"

Baekhyun felt his heart leap to his throat.

Calling it a night? On any other day he would have loved to crash on to his bed but all of a sudden going back to his house seemed like a distant nightmare, something which would haunt him and tear him apart.

"N-no. I'll continue my shift. Besides, Kibum won't wake up if I call him now."

"You sound...scared. We've dealt with these before, right?" Taeyong asked, clearly concerned for him.

"Y-yeah. I'll hang up now."

As soon as the phone went down, Baekhyun buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the horrible sounds he had heard.

But the more he tried to forget them, the more he was convinced that they were no more voices in his head but were coming from the room.

I’m hallucinating. I’ve gone mad.

He got up and walked upstairs, walking into a similar room to see only two occupants in the entire floor. Night shifts were starting to become rare.

“Hey Taeyeon.” Baekhyun said, approaching the older female of the two women working as dispatch at this time.

“Hey Baek- Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Baekhyun smiled sheepishly, taking a seat between Taeyeon and Joohyun.

“You know, calls these days. As Halloween approaches things get creepy.”

“I think I’ll leave this job after a year. There’s only so much I can handle such depressing news and situations.” Joohyun muttered, eyes still raking over the screens.

“So, uh, I was wondering if you both could take my shift. I, uh, the last call-”

He really didn't know how to explain the call.

But they were already nodding, understanding his unexplained fear.

“You go home. We will take care.” Taeyeon said, patting his shoulder lightly.

He smiled at them gladly, getting up to leave.

But even after he left the building, he could hear those groaning sounds following him.

He pressed his fingers against his temples, the headache still persisting despite eating the medicines.

He couldn’t sleep even a bit the night before. Everything he shut his eyes he was only revisited by the same nightmare and then he woke up in cold sweat. Even awake he couldn't shake off the foreboding fear in him, shivering in the darkness.

The telephone range once more and he automatically picked it up.

"911. Please state your emergency-"

"Help."

Baekhyun froze, feeling blood drain out of his cheeks.

"Baekhyun, please help."

It was the same woman. He was very sure of it.

But this time he was scared for a different reason.

This time he was scared because he knew this voice.

"Y/N." He whispered, fear clutching his stomach as he felt his heart hammer in his chest.

In the empty office he could only hear his own ragged breathing and the slight buzzing sound coming from the phone.

But how was this possible?

Y/N had died six months ago. 

Or rather, she had been murdered in his apartment. At first he had been charged with murder, but due to lack of evidence he was set free. 

"Help please." She rasped. "Help me-"

"Where are you?" He whispered.

"In your apartment. Why aren't you helping?"

He felt his head spin. Whom was he even talking to? With each word her voice turned raspy and he could feel the famine fear returning.

"If you don't help me he'll-"

Baekhyun heard her gasp, followed by a whimpering as he heard someone slap her.

"Y-Y/N?" He asked, though he didn't want to know what had happened to her.

"Stay away." A male voice said.

Baekhyun nearly fell off his seat, the hair on his arms and neck standing up.

"Stay away." 

He could hear his own voice on the other side of the telephone line.

The telephone nearly slipped from his sweaty hand as he tried taking in a breath to calm himself down.

"And who's this-"

"Just stay away from us."

And the line disconnected.

"Who was that?"

Baekhyun jumped from his seat, hands flying to his mouth to prevent himself from screaming when he came face to face with Kibum.

"You scared me." He hissed, rubbing his sweaty forehead while trying to calm his shaking body down.

Kibum raised his eyes.

"Did I scare you? Or that call did?"

Baekhyun looked away.

"What are you talking about-"

"You asked the caller whether she was Y/N."

Baekhyun shivered involuntarily at the memory.

"It sounded like her." He gulped.

Kibum sat down beside him, concern etched on his face.

"Are you sure? Taeyeon and Taeyong said you were acting a bit differently even yesterday."

He exhaled.

"I'm fine. Just no sleep. You know, Halloween is just around the corner, kids coming up pranking-”

“You should go home.” Kibum cut him, patting him on the shoulder. “I think you need rest.”

Baekhyun opened his mouth to protest, but shuddered in the thought of facing another ghost call. 

Packing his things, he made his way out of the office into the elevator, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

His heart jumped again as his phone rang, cutting the heavy cold silence.

"Hello?" He whispered, wondering who it was.

"Why did you kill me?"

He felt his head spin once more.

"Y/N. How did you- Kill you- What are you talking about-" he panted, stumbling back to support his wobbly legs with the help of the wall of the lift.

All of a sudden the air felt cooler, and his clammy hands seemed to be unable to grip the hand bar of the lift.

"Don't you know? You killed me. Well, not exactly you. It was Baëkhyun. But he is you, you are him, right?"

He heard the lift ding as it reached the ground floor. Frantically, he tried pushing random buttons, not wanting the lift door to open.

But as though his fate was doomed, the doors slowly opened, until he was face to face with her.

She dropped the phone from his hand, stepping into the lift coolly as Baekhyun stumbled back, trying to make as much distance as he could with her. But soon his back hit the wall and he could only stare as this ghostly form of his ex lover smiled at him.

"Now it's time for me to return the favour."

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

You slam your laptop shut and practically yank your earbuds out of your ears. This meeting ran on a little longer than you expected and now you were worried you were going to be late for your date. A friend of yours decided to set you up on a blind date after lamenting about your ‘need to socialize.’

She basically begged you to do so, claiming your date, her coworker, was “grumpy but had a heart of gold.” You had argued with her, telling her it was fine and you didn’t need to go out on a date with a random person. You did trust her judgment, but he was still a complete stranger.“

You’re practically drowning in your work!” or “You need to go out more!” she’d tell you. After wearing you down for about a week straight, you had caved and agreed to go. She must have given him your phone number before asking because he had texted you as soon as you said yes. 

You were not looking forward to the date, but you still wanted to get there on time as not to give off a bad impression. Thankfully you already had an outfit laid out, you just needed to hop in the shower quickly before getting dressed. 

Stripping out of your clothes, you turn the knob of the shower, expecting cold water to rain down on you. However, nothing happens. Confused, you turn the knob all the way left and listen for the water but again, nothing happens. Frantically, you run back to your bedroom and call the apartment’s handyman.

“Tony? Hi. My shower isn’t working.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The water isn’t turning on. Can you come to fix it?”

“Oh, shit. I can’t come now, sorry. I can fix it tomorrow?”

“You can’t come now? It’s kind of an emergency.”

“My son just got home and there’s no one to watch him. Maybe try and ask a neighbor or someone to use theirs?”

“I...” You grimace, not really wanting to speak to someone else at the moment. “Okay. Sorry for bothering you.” 

“That’s alright. See you tomorrow.” You hang up the phone, breathing heavily and placing your hands on the sides of your head. 

“Okay,” you mutter to yourself. “I know literally nobody in this complex and I have a date in forty-five minutes. This is wonderful. This is great.” After moments of deliberation, you wrap a towel around yourself, grab your essentials and leave your apartment, looking for a door to knock on. Remembering that your neighbors on your left and right are not the greatest people, you go to knock on the door of the person across from you.

Your heartbeat increases as you hear the person unlock the door and open it. You come face to face with a man who looks to be around your age. He’s about average height, a bit lean and ‘a lot’ handsome. “Can I help you?”

“Hi. I know this is kind of outlandish to ask, but can I use your shower?” You ask, panting. He raises an eyebrow as you fall silent. “Uh, mine broke and it won’t be fixed till tomorrow and I’m in kind of a rush.” The silence only grows louder as you freeze up, trying not to show him you’re nervous. 

“Um-”

“I know I sound crazy and I promise I’ll never bother you again, I live right across from you-”

“No, you don’t sound crazy, it’s okay. You can use my shower.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, it’s not a problem.” You sigh in relief as the man leads you to his bathroom. He instructs you quickly on how to turn the water on and leaves you be.

You finish your shower fairly quickly, making sure to clean up any mess you left. You curse yourself for not bringing your change of clothes but shrug it off. The man is sitting on his couch when you leave the bathroom.

“Everything alright?” He asks, standing from his spot.

“Yeah, thank you so much. I totally owe you one.”

“No, it’s okay!”

“Shush, I insist. D’you wanna grab some coffee some time this week?”

“Sure, let me give you my number,” He grabs a sticky note from his coffee table and scribbles something on it, handing it to you when he finishes. “I’m Junmyeon by the way.” You give him your name and take the note from him, promising to text him when you could. You thank him again (and again) as you run out of his apartment and back to yours.

You already accept you’re going to be late as soon as the bus arrives at the stop. Sighing, you quickly text your date saying you will be there soon, apologizing for your lateness. You do not receive a reply, which only increases your worry.

Thankfully the bus stop is about a block from the restaurant you were meeting your date at. You rush over as quickly as you could, going inside and looking for your date. Luckily, you spot him fairly quickly.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” You say after introducing yourself. He harrumphs, gesturing for you to sit down. A waiter comes around and places a glass of water in front of you while refilling your date’s glass. You could barely get a sip of water in when he asks you:

“Why were you late? I was waiting here for fucking fifteen or so minutes. I was gonna dip if you didn’t show up.” 

You’re shocked at his tone. “Well, I texted you when I was on the bus and you didn’t reply so I thought you at least read it.”

“I left my phone at home.”

“Oh, okay. I didn’t know that.”

“Well, know next time.”

“Excuse m-” You’re cut off by your waiter coming back, asking for your orders. You tell him that you haven’t gotten the chance to find something, which earns an obnoxious groan from your date. Startled, you silently apologize to the waiter as you skim the menu for something quick and cheap. You settle with ordering a house salad while he orders a flank steak.

Small talk is thankfully minimal other than speaking a bit about your friend (how your date met them, how he gets along with them, et cetera). You notice he had some... interesting table habits when your food finally arrives. The last thing you want to see is a mush of steak and fries in his mouth while he (rudely) asks the waiter for a refill. You try your best to look down and focus on eating, especially when you feel him staring at your cleavage.

Thankfully you both finish your meals rather quickly. You flag down the waiter, asking, nay, begging him for the check. It arrives in a timely manner, with your date snatching it from you with greasy fingers.

“Why’d you get something cheap? Did you think I was paying?” He gruffly asks while he reads the check.

“What? No I didn’t. I’ll just ask for separate checks.” You reply, trying

“Typical females, always expecting men to pay for their meals.” You resist the urge to slap your date in the face after hearing him say this.

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” You say. “We’re splitting the check.” You tell the waiter. He nods, walking away from the table.

“Y’know, if you want women to be so equal to us men, you should pay for me.”

You’re taken aback. Trying not to raise your voice, you say: “Dude, I barely know you. So that’s an automatic no. Second, you’ve been nothing but rude and frankly disgusting this whole time. I’m not stupid, I saw you looking at my boobs.”

“Nah, it wasn’t like that.”

“Is everything okay?” You look to see the waiter has returned, this time holding two checks in his hand.

“Quite peachy,” You say, plastering a fake grin on your face. You hand him a wad of cash and stand to leave. “Keep the change.”

After leaving the restaurant, you begin to walk to the bus stop, checking the bus time on your phone in the process.

“Wait!” You hear your date call out. You turn to face him, wondering what could he want after ruining the entire night. The positive side of you wondered and hoped he’d come to his senses and apologize.

“Can you drive me home?”

Of course not.

“Excuse me? I...” You take a deep breath to help you keep your composure. “I took the bus. Either take the bus as well or get a damn cab.”

When you get home, you send your friend a quick text before shutting your phone down for the night, absolutely done with everything.

you: worst date ever. thanks.

You weren’t sure why waking up to see a text from Junmyeon filled you with butterflies, but after the disaster that was last night, you didn’t care enough to think further. All you wanted was a kind presence by you. You agree to walk to the coffee shop together around 8 AM. You both have a little bit of free time, so why not?

He’s waiting by his door when you exit your apartment. You give him a warm smile as you lock your door, which he returns instantly. “Ready to go?” he asks. You nod, and you begin to walk toward the elevator.

The coffee shop is a local place a few blocks from your apartment. You don’t go often, only if you have to go somewhere in the morning. Junmyeon, on the other hand, tells you he’s in there so often that the employees know his order verbatim. 

He’s proven correct as soon as you enter the shop, with one of the employees greeting him and immediately beginning to make his drink. “Morning, Junmyeon! Who’s your friend?” You giggle when you notice he’s blushing.

“Oh, it’s not like that. We’re neighbors, and I’m gonna pay for his drink.” You reply.

“Wait, it’s alright, you don’t have to!” Junmyeon insists.

“I told you, I owe you.” 

“Oh, alright.” You smirk at your small victory before going to the counter and ordering your own drink. The baristas place both of your drinks on the counter as soon as you finish paying. You take them and bring them to the table where Junmyeon is sitting.

“Thanks for paying, I appreciate it.” he says after you hand him his drink.

“No problem! Thanks again for letting me use your shower.” 

It’s silent for a bit with you and Junmyeon silently sipping on your drinks. He eventually asks you how last night went, to which you silently groan, warning in advance about how awful a night it was.

“And this man literally has the audacity to ask me to drive him home after the absolute shit show our date was. A, I don’t have a car. And B, I wouldn’t drive that asshole home if he paid me a million dollars. Moral of the story, I’m never letting my friends set me up ever again.”

“Gosh, that sounds terrible, I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Junmyeon places his hand over yours for a beat, causing your face to heat up. He takes it away quickly, but his touch lingers on your hand for a while.

“It’s alright, I’m just glad it’s over. Plus, we wouldn’t have met if it wasn’t for him.” You smile, giving a thumbs up sign.

“Yes, you’re right!” He returns your smile which makes your heart skip a beat.

The morning finishes with Junmyeon telling you about his worst blind date. He figured that it would make you feel a bit better about yours, and right he was.  Ghosting, showing up two hours late and awful sex were only the tip of the iceberg.

“The moral of both our stories is never to let our friends set us up.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” You say, tapping your cup to his. Your phone vibrates with a reminder. “Ugh, I’ve got a meeting in a half hour, so I gotta go back home. I wish I could stay longer!”

“Oh, okay. That’s fine, I, um, have to go get groceries anyway. I had a great time though!” 

“Same here, we should totally do it again.”

You and Junmyeon walk to the entrance of your apartment building and share goodbyes before parting ways. You wave solemnly as you watch him walk to the parking garage. As soon as he’s out of sight you enter your apartment building.

Somehow the only thing on your mind was Junmyeon. You were supposed to be paying attention to what your manager was saying during the virtual meeting, but you simply could not help your wandering mind. Junmyeon’s smile, his laugh, the way he would get flustered talking about certain parts of his date, it was hard to think he was anything but cute.

You had to be called back to reality a few times as the meeting continued but you didn’t really care at that point. You say your goodbyes to your coworkers, making a mental note to ask one of them to tell you if anything important was said during the meeting. 

With your work basically done for the day, you close your laptop and leave your room to get a quick snack. You pass the front door of your apartment on the way to the kitchen, eyes lingering on the peephole as you grab something from your pantry. 

You wonder if Junmyeon returned from his errands. Grocery shopping doesn’t usually take that long, and it’s only been two hours since you parted with him. Deciding to go with your heart, you walk to your door and look through the peephole.

Lo and behold, there he was, trying to unlock his door with three overflowing bags of groceries in his arms. You thank some omniscient being out there before slowly opening the door to your apartment.

You tried to act casual when you locked eyes with him. “Need any help?” You say, hiding a smile of amusement.

“Well hello to you too,” He replies, a joking tone lacing his voice. A tone that somehow made your stomach fill up with butterflies. “Um, I do need help, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, whatever you need.” 

He places the bags on the floor and quickly unlocks his apartment. “Can you bring these in for me? I need to run back out and get a couple more bags.” You nod. He thanks you quickly before running back to the elevator.

You place the groceries on Junmyeon’s dining room table, carefully to ensure nothing broke or got damaged. You see that he hasn’t come back yet, so you decide to walk around his place a bit. 

It’s quite typical-looking for a man who (presumably) lived on his own. At least, you told yourself he lived on his own. You were unsure why, but stuck to your feelings nonetheless. 

It was pretty messy all over the apartment, but you were sure the space was more of an organized mess. Your apartment was in a similar state. You walk over to the living room area and look around, fixating your gaze on a shelf full of Star Wars action figures and assorted memorabilia. Of course someone this cute was a huge nerd. You loved it.

You hear the rustling of paper bags. Turning around, you see Junmyeon bringing in the last of his groceries “Oh! I didn’t realize you were still here.”

“Oh, um, sorry. I... I stuck around to ask if I can help you put everything away. But I can leave if you want, sorry if I overstepped any boundaries!” You stutter, walking toward Junmyeon’s opened apartment door. 

“No you didn’t, don’t worry about it! I can, um, put the stuff away myself but thanks for offering. And... um... for helping me bring the stuff in too.” 

“Yeah! Um, I guess I’ll see you ‘round,” He nods, waving goodbye. You wave back and shut the door before rushing back to your own apartment.

Your face feels like it’s on fire when you lock your door, leaning back on it and sliding down to sit on the floor. What does he have to be so cute for? Why are his arms the most magnificent things you’ve laid your eyes on? Most importantly, why is he the sweetest human being on the planet? And why were you so fixated on him?

“Is this... Is this a crush?” You ask yourself. You turn around and look at the peeling paint on your door, imagining what went on behind your door and inside the apartment across from you. He’s probably putting his stuff away being all cute and sexy and... 

Sexy?

“Fuck, it is a crush.”

The next month or so passes with some pretty limited Junmyeon interactions. Said interactions that only made your crush grow more and more with each one. All simple ones such as holding the elevator door for you or saying hello in the laundry room had you swooning and giggling like a schoolgirl.

Sometimes you think of what would happen if you were to theoretically tell him how you feel. Would it result in rejection? A years-long romance? You running back to your apartment and not leaving for the rest of your life? An endless world of possibilities.

But you wanted nothing to do with it.

As much as you wanted more (read: needed more), you were completely unsure if he even liked you back, if at all. While you couldn’t help but fall for the bare minimum, he was probably just being nice. Because that’s what he was.

The nicest, sweetest man you’ve met. Who likely didn’t reciprocate your crush. And that’s fine. Totally fine.

On one particular rainy fall night, you decided to go over to your friends’ apartment to hang out. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them last, so most of the evening was spent catching up with each other and the show you started last time you hung out.

The show and being around your friend was a good distraction from your qualms at first. However, a particular scene between two of the characters brought you right back to where you were.

“Is there a reason for them to be this damn cute?” Your friend whines as they point at the screen, where the characters were cuddling by the fireplace.

“Right? I need that with him so bad.” You reply, placing your hands on your face. Suddenly the episode is paused, causing you to turn to face your friend. 

“Who’s ‘him?’“ They ask, an incredulous look on their face. You sputter, cursing yourself at your slip up. There wasn’t any reason for anyone to know about the crush you harbored on your neighbor, even if you had feared it was getting stronger when you wanted it to fizzle out of existence.

“Did I say ‘him?’ That was nothing. I meant I need that with my potential next partner, that’s all.” You say

“No, cut the shit. I know you,” Your friend gets closer to you, studying your expression. You avoid eye contact with them and feel your face heat up. “And you like someone! You gotta tell me who!”

“No one! Ever since that garbage date you set me up on, I’ve basically given up on love.”

“Okay, I’m sorry about that. He seemed a lot nicer when I’m at work and was really excited to meet you. I didn’t know he’d be a complete douche.”

“It wasn’t your fault. Plus it was a while ago, so I’m over it. But I am NOT crushing on anyone!” 

“Fine! You’re not crushing on anyone,” Your friend scoots back to their spot on the couch and presses play on the remote.

Another romantic scene between the main characters starts to play, this time showing a montage of them on a date. You sigh, imagining yourself and Junmyeon in place of the characters. 

You don’t notice your friend scoot next to you and nudge you with their elbow. They let out a dramatic sigh as they put their arm around you. “Don’t you wish that was you and him?”

“Yeah...” you hum. Your eyes widen when you realize what just happened. “I mean NO! I don’t! Who’s ‘him?’”

“IIII knew it! I fucking knew it! Who is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!” Your friend begs, shaking you back and forth.

“Okay fine! Stop shaking me,” You say, pushing your friend off of you. “It’s... it’s my across the hall neighbor. This cute guy, Junmyeon. Remember when I told you how my shower broke the night of the shit date? Well, I went across the hall to his apartment to ask him to use the shower.”

“You have a crush on shower guy? Stop that’s actually so cute.”

“There’s more. We exchanged numbers and we went out to coffee the next day. And I don’t know if it was then or when I helped him carry his groceries to his apartment but I have not. Stopped. Thinking. About. Him.” 

Your friend squeals, wrapping their arms around you. “What fanfiction is this? Get him, get him!”

You laugh, shrugging them off of you. “That’s the thing. We haven’t really talked or texted other than if we run into each other in the hallway. And I doubt he likes me like that, I’m probably grasping at straws.”

“Don’t say that, if he doesn’t like you that’s on him. You’re a snack,” You nudge your friend in the side as you smile. “You should say something to him, though. Maybe ask the handyman to break his shower so he could use yours.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m not doing that.” You playfully shove your friend. They dramatically scream as their back hits the couch. 

“Fine, that was a bit extreme. You should still try to ask him out. Even if it’s not a whole calculated operation or something.”

“I guess. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it! But... it’s a possibility.” 

“Fair enough. Do keep me updated if you actually follow through.”

“Of course.” 

A couple more days pass before you see Junmyeon again. You had just came back from running errands and were in the process of bringing your stuff back to your apartment when you saw him walking back to his apartment. “Hey, it’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah, nice to see you too.” You feel your face heat up in embarrassment when you place your bags down to unlock your apartment.

“Do you need any help bringing that stuff inside?”

It’s like a freaky instance of fate. Here you were, lamenting to your friend about your still-growing crush on Junmyeon with them encouraging you to say something to him. And then here he comes, two days later, asking you if you need help. 

“Y-Yeah! If you don’t mind. I just need to get a couple more things from my friend’s car. Can you bring these inside and put them on that table over there?” He nods. You move past him to allow him to pick the bags up and bring them inside. 

When you return to the parking garage, you’re grinning. Your friend is waiting by their car, rearranging their trunk

“What’s with that smile? Did you ask Junmyeon out yet?”

“No, not yet! But I’m gonna!” You squeal, hugging your friend. They return your enthusiasm tenfold hopping up and down with you.

“How, how, how? I need details!” They demand. 

“I, uh, don’t exactly knwo yet. But he offered to help bring the rest of my stuff in and I said yes.” You explain. Their jaw drops.

“You took the golden opportunity! Is he in your apartment right now?”

“Probably! I don’t know!”

“Well, what are you doing still talking to me? Go get him tiger! I’ll see you later.”

“See you soon!”

Junmyeon is leaning against your doorframe when you come back. You take the time to fully take him in. He’s wearing a loose-fitting white tee with Spider Man pajama pants, which somehow is the cutest and sexiest outfit you’ve ever seen him in.

“Nice pants.” You compliment, handing him a smaller bag of yours. He thanks you, his face reddening as he follows you inside.

You place the rest of the bags by the table, mentally telling yourself to put them away later. “So, do you want a tour of the place? You don’t have to if you don’t want to! But yeah...”

“Sure, it’s only fair since you’ve been over by me and I haven’t seen yours yet.”

‘Cool, cool, cool. This is exactly how it’s gonna go.’ You think to yourself as you start to sweat a bit.

There is not a lot in your place, so the tour ends up lasting less than you think. You’re worried about missing your chance, but you assure yourself you’re gonna get it.

“And finally, here’s the bathroom. Where all, um, I don’t know. But the shower finally works! So if yours ever breaks you can come over and use mine.” You laugh awkwardly, already regretting what you said.

Junmyeon is simply staring at you, saying nothing. Your panic increases as you tell him: “I mean, never mind. That was weird, I’m so-”

Your words come to a stop when you feel Junmyeon grab your wrist. His eyes dart toward your lips as red tints his cheeks. Wait, he’s looking at your lips?

Before you can say anything, he pulls you closer to him until you’re mere millimeters apart. He gives you a look, wordlessly asking you if he could make a move. You give him the slightest head nod and before you can process what’s happening, his lips are on yours.

You swear you’re about to explode. Thoughts, feelings and questions orbit around you like a moon orbits a planet. He’s kissing you. He’s kissing you? 

You can feel him pull away but you counteract, cupping his face with your hands as you kiss him back with more intensity. He just about snaps at that; he grabs your thigh and lifts your leg to wrap it around his waist. 

You eventually have to pull away to catch your breath. You’re both looking into each other’s eyes, wanting, needing, craving more. Junmyeon turns to look at your shower as he bites down on his lower lip.

“You know, I think we should test it out. See if your shower really works.” He says.

“I told you, it’s working...” Your words stop when Junmyeon shoots you a wink. “Oh. Yeah, you’re right.”

It was tradition. Every Friday night, you went over to your best friend, Junmyeon’s, house to hang out. It didn’t have to be elaborately planned; sometimes you’d watch something on Netflix or play video games, other times you’d talk about anything and everything until the sun rose. Tonight was one of those ‘talk about anything nights,’ much to your joy.

Lately, you were at a stage of thinking about your ex-partners. Not in the sense of missing them, God no. More in the sense of “Wow, they did not please me at all.” Somehow, the topic of sexual experience got brought up and you ended up lamenting to Junmyeon about your lack of.

“You’ve never gotten head? How?” Junmyeon exclaims while taking another bite of his dinner.

“Well, never gotten proper head. You gotta remember this dude only cared about getting himself off. I’m pretty sure the longest he was down there was ten seconds, max.” You reply, rolling your eyes at the memory.

“TEN SECONDS? You’re lying, no way it was that short.”

“Nope, it’s true. That guy didn’t even touch me or get me off, you shouldn’t be surprised.” 

Junmyeon scoffs. “That’s not fair at all, Jesus.”

“Don’t need to tell me that.”

You stand, taking your empty takeout containers to Junmyeon’s kitchen. He follows you, putting his leftovers in the fridge while you put your containers into the recycling bin. 

“You know, I can change that.” You turn around, looking at a blushing Junmyeon. He had a smirk on his face, trying to hide any nerves he had. 

“Change what?” You ask. He walks you back to the couch and sits you down.

“I can go down on you.” 

You gasp, coughing loudly in pure surprise. “W-what?” You sputter, trying to hide your flustered face.

“Come on, you’re here complaining about how you haven’t gotten head and I can give you that. Really good... that, mind you.”

“Really. You, good at... that?”

“Never gotten a bad review.”

You feel your cheeks grow hotter, the image of Junmyeon in between your legs blooming in your mind. “Um, are you sure? You don’t have to. I was just complaining, no biggie.” 

But it was kind of a big deal. You’d be lying if you didn’t want to get some at that moment. Or at any given moment, honestly. And you’d especially be lying if you said you didn’t think about Junmyeon’s mouth and tongue. Thinking about how every time you saw his tongue dart from his mouth and lick his lips, you’d wonder how it would feel on you. 

He’s your best friend though. Friends aren’t supposed to think about each other like that, right? 

“If you’re not comfortable, then we don’t have to do anything. But just know, my offer still stands and you can get it whenever. Say the word and I got you.” Junmyeon says, placing a hand on your thigh. This touch felt different than other times he’d done so. It made your body feel like it was on fire in an oh-so intoxicating way. Pushing all doubts aside, you accept his offer.

“Wait, um, I know we didn’t talk about this before but... can we make out for a bit before? It helps... y’know.” You mumble, clenching your thighs together.

“Of course.” Junmyeon moves closer to you and cups your cheek. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes instinctively as you feel his lips brush against yours. He rubs your cheek a few times before finally closing the gap between you.

You thought his lips were genuine perfection, to put it lightly. You were not expecting your best friend to be as good of a kisser as he is, but here you were. He lifted you onto his lap, spreading your legs so you were straddling him. As the kiss grew more and more heated, you felt yourself indistinctly grinding down on his crotch.

Junmyeon breaks the kiss first, allowing both of you to catch your breath. You look at him for a moment, seeing he was just as flushed as you were. “Wow.” you murmur, looking down at your hands.

“Yeah... that was great,” You bury your face in Junmyeon’s shoulder at his praise. “I can see why that helped you out, too.” You look down, seeing a small wet spot on his jeans where your crotch was.

“Oh my God, that’s so embarrassing.” You wail.

“What do you mean, that was so hot,” Junmyeon’s voice drops an octave. “Now I’m even more excited to taste you.” He kisses you softly before laying you down on the couch. You pull down your sweats and toss them aside. You go to remove your panties but Junmyeon places his hands at your hips.

“I’ll take care of this baby, don’t worry.” He hums, rubbing the wet spot in your underwear before sliding them down your legs. You look down to see him staring at your pussy.

“Oh shit, I didn’t trim, sorry if it’s-”

“Gorgeous.”

“Wait, what?”

“Beautiful. And all for me? You shouldn’t have.” Junmyeon runs a finger between your folds, lightly teasing your clit before bringing his finger to his lips. “Mmm, and so sweet too.”

“Oh gosh,” you whimper. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Better start planning your funeral, then.” And then he dives right in.

All of your thoughts become incoherent as soon as Junmyeon’s tongue makes contact with your cunt. He drapes one of your legs over the couch to bury himself closer, licking and sucking deeper and deeper inside you. Soft whines turn to loud, animalistic moans the more he devours you.

“Fucking hell, where do I get to leave a review- Shit!” Your back arches as Junmyeon wraps his lips around your sensitive clit, suckling the bud while inserting a finger inside you. He uses his other hand to spread your folds apart wider, thrusting his digit while licking any arousal that dare leak out of you.

Junmyeon is adoring this just as much as you are, no doubt about that. He loves hearing your sounds and being able to make you squirm. He loves the way your pubic hair tickles his face and how sweet you taste. He can’t deny that going down on you was making him a bit harder than he expected. Not that he was complaining, of course. 

You moan as Junmyeon slips a second finger inside of you. He hums against your pussy, increasing his thrusts as he brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“Fuck, Jun, I’m so close. Wanna cum on your face.” You moan, not realizing your slip-up. 

“Fucking do it, sweetheart. Coat my face with your sweetness.” You swear, clenching your toes together as a wave of pure, electric euphoria washes over you. Your body spasms further while Junmyeon continues drinking your sweetness till you’re through.

You’re breathing heavily, still in shock from your orgasm. Never have you came this hard (and this much) from anyone. “Well, that was definitely more than ten seconds.” 

Junmyeon chuckles softly as he presses a damp rag on your still sensitive pussy. Shit, he was cleaning you too? “How was it? Did I meet your expectations?”

“More like fucking exceeded them, Christ.” You sigh, moving to put your panties and sweatpants back on. 

“Glad to add another 5-star review to my book.” You roll your eyes at your friend’s quip. You notice Junmyeon on the other side of the room, not-so-subtly clenching his thighs together. It’s obvious through his jeans that he may have enjoyed going down on you a little bit too much.

“Are you... y’know?” You ask, eyeing his bulge.

“Uh...” Jummyeon stutters, hiding his crotch with a nearby pillow. You laugh, dragging him closer to you on the couch.

“Lemme return the favor. I’ve been told my head game is exceptional as well.” You lean into his neck, placing a light kiss on his reddening skin. He sputters, pressing the pillow further into his jeans.

“I... I mean...”

“What were you planning to do? Run off to your room to jack off?”

“I would have waited till you left!”

“That’s even worse!” You take the pillow from him and toss it aside, looking into his eyes. “Come on, let me return the favor. Say the word and I got you.”

Junmyeon takes a long breath. He was no stranger to thinking about you, either. Sometimes he’d picture you whenever he hooked up with strangers from dating apps, wondering how your lips would look around his cock. Taking your hands, he gave you his word. “Yes.”

You grin, going to kiss him again. Your hands quickly move down south, palming his bulge as you stick your tongue in his mouth. He moans into the kiss, grabbing and squeezing your ass. Fuck, you were gonna get wet again if he continued touching you like that.

Junmyeon’s jeans and boxers are quickly discarded, leaving you with the sight of his cock. His red, leaking, hard, big cock. 

“Christ, this is what you’ve been hiding all this time?” You hum, wrapping a hand around his base. He hisses as you begin to pump him to full hardness. He hands you a pillow for your knees while you settle down on the floor. You play around with his bush for a bit before wrapping your lips around his tip. 

Junmyeon whimpers when you start to take more of him in. You hollow your cheeks around him, tracing patterns over his shaft with your tongue. You wrap your hand around the part that can’t fit in your mouth, pumping with the pace of your mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop.” Junmyeon grunts, fisting handfuls of your hair. You moan when he tugs, gagging slightly when the tip of his cock brushes your throat. His hips snap up unintentionally when you start bobbing your head up and down. You move your hand down to massage his balls, earning another whimper from him.

Junmyeon’s moans were like music to your ears. You couldn’t help but reach inside your shorts and run a finger through your slick. There was something about sucking dick (Junmyeon’s especially) that got you going. Being able to hear his moans, feel his hair tickle your face, and generally being able to have him in your mouth and make him feel as if he was in heaven.

“Fuck, gonna cum.” Junmyeon groans. You hum around him as he shoots his load in your mouth. You swallow eagerly as he cups your face, pulling you off him and wiping any spare drops from your mouth. 

“So, how was it?” You ask, your previous shyness returning. Junmyeon pulls up his boxers, helping you back onto the couch.

“Now it’s my turn to leave a 5-star-review. Christ, your mouth is like magic.”

“Yours too,” You giggle, leaning close to him. “Um, thanks. Y’know, for earlier.”

“Anytime. If you ever wanna, y’know, we can.” 

“Yeah.” 

The night ends in silence. It’s a tad tense as you gather your things and go to leave. Your usual hug goodbye is awkward and not filled with any of the normal warmth and comfort.

The sound of a loud knock fills your silent apartment with noise. You shout a quick ‘I’m coming!’ while you grab your purse and your mask. You open the door to your grinning boyfriend dressed in a... unique outfit.

“Hey baby! Are you ready to go? I’m so excited.” Baekhyun says, kissing you quickly on the cheek.

“I’m ready, love. Uh, what are you wearing?” You stifle a giggle as you fully take in Baekhyun’s outfit. He’s wearing a black beret coupled with a brown sweater vest- something you could only see your friend Junmyeon wearing and something completely opposite from his typical comfortable streetwear style.

“I raided Junmyeon’s closet to look extra fancy tonight! Why, does it look bad?”

“Oh of course not, it looks great! I just didn’t expect you to dress like a grandpa.”

“You mean basically dressing like Junmyeon?” You both giggle at Baekhyun’s quip.

“Yes,” you say through laughter. “Although this look is kinda doing it for me.” You smirk, looking extra carefully at the beret in particular.

“Noted, I won’t give this back then.”

“Baekhyun!”

“Kidding! Let’s go.” Baekhyun holds his arm out for you as you close and lock the door.

Tonight was your good friend’s monthly Paint and Sip night. You always made an effort to attend both to support them as well as to improve your drawing and painting skills. This was the first time bringing Baekhyun and also the first time he would meet your friend. You were a bit nervous, considering how different their personalities were, but you hoped all would go well in the end.

You drag Baekhyun down some stairs to the entrance of your friend’s studio. The door is already open, allowing you and Baekhyun to walk inside. You immediately spot your friend, who is setting oil pastels onto the different mini tables. You call their name and wave, grinning excitedly.

“Well I’ll be. Early again?” You roll your eyes, pulling them into a hug.

“Of course, who would I be if I wasn’t early?” They laugh. 

Baekhyun clears his throat. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” He grins.

“Oh, yes. This is my boyfriend, Baekhyun.”

Your friend introduces themself, shaking hands with Baekhyun. “Nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from this dumbass.”

“I would hope so,” Baekhyun jokes, putting his arm around you. You feel your face heat up and bury your face into Baekhyun’s shoulder. “This is actually my first time going to something like this, so I’m pretty excited.”

“Really! Well, I hope it’s a good experience. Wanna help me finish setting up?”

“Always.” You say.

Right as the three of you finish setting up, other people start to filter in. You greet them and introduce Baekhyun to some of the other regulars. Once all the seats are filled, the door closes and the lights dim.

“Greetings and welcome to our twenty-fifth Paint ‘N Sip night. If you’re new here, welcome! Thanks for coming. And if you’re returning, I’m so glad you’re back for more.” Your friend announces.

“Whoa, why’d the lights dim? Are we getting spicy?” Baekhyun whispers to you, snickering to himself. You smack him on the arm, holding a finger to your lips. 

“Tonight’s theme is Sunset in Paradise. And tonight’s wine is a classic Cielo Pinot Noir, gifted to us by our lovely sponsor Cotton Winery. Sadly, Mr. Kim couldn’t join us, but we toast to him anyway,” Everyone raises their glasses. “Cent’anni!”

“Cent’anni!” You clink your glass with Baekhyun’s, smiling warmly at him. He grins back at you, clapping his hands softly before taking a sip. 

After the toast, your friend begins to give instructions for the painting. You try your hardest to concentrate on your own work, but you can’t help but worry about Baekhyun. He’d sometimes complain about not being able to paint as well as you or your mutual friends. When you first brought Paint ‘N Sip up as a potential date idea, he was hesitant. He warmed up to the idea as the date got closer, but you still had some worry in the back of your mind.

You would purposely finish certain steps early to silently check in on Baekhyun. For the most part he appeared concentrated, barely stopping to take a sip of wine. You wanted to peek at his painting, but you knew your friend’s rule not to look at others’ paintings.

“What’cha doin’?” You jump, turning to face your friend.

“Oh! Nothing! I uh, I finished early, just waiting for the next step!” You lie, taking a sip of your wine.

“Babe, I say this with all the love in my heart: you’re not slick. I see you’re watching him. Why? He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”

“I,” You sigh, leaning in to whisper to your friend. “He wasn’t too happy when I first brought up coming tonight. He would complain about how his art skills ‘aren’t as good as mine,’ and I didn’t want his confidence to get shattered.”

“Did you force him to go?”

“Of course not! He actually was excited to come when he picked me up-”

“Then try not to worry too much. If his hesitation lessened, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” You nod, turning back to your painting as your friend announces the next step.

After the final instruction is given, everyone gets an extra twenty minutes to add any last-minute details to their paintings. You resist the urge to look at your boyfriend, hyper-focusing on looking over your painting. 

“Time’s up!” 

You sigh, putting your oil pastels down and turning to face Baekhyun. He looks back at you with a small smile. “Can’t wait to see yours.” He whispers, giving you a thumbs up.

“Yours too.” You reply, smiling weakly.

“Alright! Everyone’s materials down? Good. Now everyone, show your paintings off! Let’s see who will get featured this month!” You hear oohs and aahs from everyone, noticing they are all staring at Baekhyun’s painting. 

"Oh my gosh, Baek,” you gasp in awe. His canvas could only be described as pure perfection. The variety of colors used on the sky all fit together in such a unique way, the contrast of the darker more natural colors tied it all together to create a sunset in paradise, indeed.

“What, is it bad?”

“Bad? You think that’s bad? What were you talking about, ‘your painting skills aren’t that good,’ you’re amazing!” You exclaim, walking over to give your blushing boyfriend a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Ladies and gentlemen I think we have a winner!” Your friend exclaims, leading the applause from the other patrons.

“A winner?” Baekhyun asks.

“Oh, every month I choose a painting to hang on my featured wall. And I’d love to hang yours, if you don’t mind of course.”

“It would be my honor.” Baekhyun says in a faux-pompous voice, puffing out his chest. You giggle at your boyfriend’s dorkiness, cheering as your friend hangs his painting on the wall (next to your painting from last month). 

You and Baekhyun say your goodbyes to everyone as you leave the studio. The sun has set long ago and there’s a gentle breeze outside. Baekhyun puts his arm around you as you walk to the subway.

“Did you enjoy tonight?”

“Are you kidding? It was awesome! Can we go again next month, please please please?” Baekhyun begs, kissing all over your face.

There was always something peaceful about the bus ride back home. Maybe it was the lack of people, maybe it was the opportunity to watch the sun paint the sky multitudes of hues as it set for the day. Whichever it was, it always brought you comfort after a long day.

You feel yourself start to drift off before you get startled awake by a vibration. Looking down at your phone, you start to smile softly at your husband’s contact name on a message notification.

jun🐇❤: how was your day birthday girl?😚❤ you: it was slow as usual, but i’m omw home now☺ you: i missed u all day😔❤ jun🐇❤: don’t worry baby❤when u get home, be ready for your final gift😉❤ you: oh? jun🐇❤: [attachment: 1 image] jun🐇❤:😉😉😉

You open the attachment, cocking a brow in confusion at what it was. It looked like silk sheets, but it was attached to his arm like a shirt? You gasp softly as realization hits you. 

you: is that what i think it is? you: is that... the /shirt/ ??? jun🐇❤: maybe😏 jun🐇❤: you’ll see when you get home princess😚

You place a hand over your (already covered) mouth, sighing at your husband’s teasing. Excitement was already building up inside of you, occupying your mind so much that you almost miss your stop. You thank the bus driver in a haste, getting off the bus and power walking back to your apartment complex. 

You quickly kick off your shoes and dart toward your bedroom. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of your bed, scattered rose petals coloring the white sheets. But no Junmyeon in sight.

“Jun, honey? Where are you?” You say, trying to hide your excitement.

“I’m right here, birthday girl.”

You turn around, squeaking softly as you lay your eyes on your husband. Your guess was one hundred percent correct; Junmyeon wore your favorite silk shirt, a shirt he only saved for... special occasions. The tight leather pants he wore certainly went well with the shirt and did not leave anything to the imagination.

“Oh my God, Myeon,” you go to hug him but he stops you, pointing at a chair placed in the middle of the room. You grin, giddily running to sit as he taps a few times on his phone screen. Pillowtalk by Zayn Malik began playing out of the phone’s speakers, causing you to gasp softly.

Junmyeon began to slowly unbutton his shirt, subtly rolling his hips as his hands travelled lower and lower down his chest. You quickly cover your agape mouth, studying his every move. His thumbs ghost over the button of his pants before he moves his hands back up to take off the shirt entirely. You let out a squeal as his beautiful, bare, toned chest is finally revealed to you. 

He shoots you a wink, tossing the shirt aside and turning around. All you can do is watch as Junmyeon starts swaying slowly, making note to wiggle his butt a bit (knowing how much you love it when he does so). 

You clamp your hands together breathing heavily as you struggle to keep it together. The final straw is when Junmyeon turns back around, winks, thrusts his hips a few times and tears off his pants, leaving him in a pair of (a tad too tight) briefs. You stand from your seat and rush over to your husband, slamming your lips onto his. He quickly reciprocates, backing you up into the wall as he grabs a fistful of your hair. 

Laying you down on the bed, Junmyeon begins to slowly unbutton your work shirt. With every button popped, he presses a kiss onto your skin. You let out a soft moan when his hands cup and squeeze your clothed breasts. “Gosh, I love your little moans, sweetheart.”

“Jun, take it off. Please.” You reply, squirming as he squeezes your breasts for a second time.

“As you wish, birthday girl.” Your bra and shirt are quickly removed and tossed aside before Junmyeon presses your breasts together. His mouth quickly attaches itself to your nipples, tongue tracing patterns all over. He buries his face in your tits, nibbling a hickey into your sternum while continuing to squeeze them. 

You whine at the loss of contact when Junmyeon removes himself from your chest. “Ah ah ah, don’t worry love. The fun’s only beginning.” At that, you feel yourself shimmying out of your pencil skirt. Junmyeon’s finger trails down your body, leaving it feeling like it was on fire. He bends down at the end of the bed, locking eyes with your ruined panties. 

“Jun...” you whine as he hooks his thumbs through your panty line and gazes up at you.

“Look at you all wet for me. Was that from the dance? Or me touching you?” Junmyeon teases, slowly beginning to tug your panties down your legs.

“You know damn well it was everything.” You say through gritted teeth. He smirks up at you, tossing your panties aside. He spreads your legs as far as they can go and licks his lips at the sight of his effect on you.

“You sure it’s not my birthday? This right here is the perfect gift for me,” Junmyeon chuckles, collecting some of your arousal on his finger and licking it off. You whine, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. “You want it that bad, hm? Well, your wish is my command.” 

You practically scream out when he licks a slow, long, agonizing stripe up your slit. He moans, the vibration of his voice against your pussy causing you to clench around nothing. The tip of his nose presses against your clit while he absolutely devours you. You bring your hands down to his head, tangling his hair through your fingers as he brings you closer and closer.

“Myeon, I’m so close.” You cry, grinding yourself onto his face. He continues licking at you, sucking at you, even nibbling at you until you’re seeing stars, fucking stars. Your toes curl as your orgasm shoots through you like lightning. 

But, he doesn’t stop. Your husband continues to eat you out and even opts to rub your ever so sensitive clit with his thumb. You’re surprised that you like the strange hurt feeling, it even got you going even more. The overstimulation is just enough to have your second orgasm of the night hitting you even more than the first. 

Soon enough, Junmyeon removes himself from your pussy. You whine softly at the sight of him: his face shining with your arousal all over. He takes a finger and wipes it all off, making sure to smirk as he sucks the digit clean. 

“I could eat your sweet pussy for hours.” Junmyeon sighs, helping you sit upright. You kiss him, your hands roaming all over his body. You feel his erection press against your stomach harder than ever. 

“Oh, Jun. Is that all for me?” You tease, dipping your hand into his briefs. He inhales sharply as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You look up at him, biting your lip as you move your thumb around the tip. “Lemme ride you. Y’know, to return the favor.” 

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” Junmyeon removes your hand and lays you down on the bed. He shimmies out of his briefs, his hard cock smacking against his abs. You hum in delight watching your husband grab a condom. “Lay back and let me take good care of you.”

“For the third time?”

“And forevermore.” Junmyeon kisses you softly before plunging right into you. You let out a soft moan, wrapping your arms around his back. He starts slow but quickly picks up the pace, making sure to take care of you before taking care of himself. You dig your nails into his back as he pounds into you, clenching down on his cock as both of your releases creep closer. 

“Baby, are you close?” Junmyeon moans, holding you close to his chest. You nod, biting down on his collarbone as you cum for the third time that night. The sight of you and hearing your noises causes Junmyeon to groan loudly, spilling into the condom as he reaches his own peak. 

You pull yourself off of your husband and lay next to him, breathing heavily as you come down from your high. Junmyeon stands, removing and disposing of the condom while you get up to go to the bathroom.

After finishing your business, you walk back into your bedroom. Junmyeon smiles, lifting the blanket for you as you climb into bed with him. You cuddle close to him, resting your head on his chest. 

“Happy birthday baby, I love you so much.” Junmyeon says, kissing your head softly.