#gyuvin

EXPLICIT 18+ SMUT WARNINGS: gyuvin: penetrative sex (gyuvin penetrating reader), a little degredation never hurt nobody; hanbin: penetrative sex (hanbin penetrating reader), just a teeeeensy bit of degredation idk i was in a mood. some angst and lottttts of swearing and inappropriate jokes. may the best man win!!

in every direction hanbin turns, he’s surrounded. 

by sex-havers. 

matthew is watching a tiktok on his phone with taerae in the corner. gunwook (who recently made it official with the new barista at the coffee shop down the street) is helping jiwoong and ricky with one of the more complicated moves of the choreography for zb1’s upcoming single release. hao is sprawled out on the floor, studying the lyrics for the entire EP.

disgusting, hanbin thinks. depraved sinners who have no self-control. 

how badly he wishes to be them. if it was physically possible, hanbin would be turning green. and, while we’re on the subject, hanbin did, in fact, end up seeing wicked: for good with hao, and they did, in fact, fight about which one of them was glinda and which one of them was elphaba well into the night.

jealousy festers in hanbin like an infection. he’s never felt rage come on so easily in his life as he has the past week or so. the pent-up testosterone is really doing a number on him. he’s frightened himself on several occasions with how much some of his fleeting thoughts have sounded like a rise-and-grind, alpha bro podcaster and not himself.

these feeble, fragile creatures, hanbin thinks as he watches the sex-havers exist in ignorant bliss. giving into their animalistic desires. if they’re such animals, i wonder how easily i could kill—

“ah, hyung!” gyuvin says, appearing suddenly right in front of hanbin as if by magic. he’s holding an ice cream bar and smiling. “whatcha dooooooin’?”

“jesus,” hanbin breathes, his hand flying up to grip his chest. “you fucking scared me.”

gyuvin smiles wider. “hyung, i’ve never heard you swear so much.”

“if you don’t wipe that fucking grin off your—,” hanbin starts to threaten, but gyuvin suddenly shoves a second ice cream bar between his lips before he can finish. 

“eat this,” gyuvin says, taking hanbin’s hand and wrapping it around the stick of the ice cream bar. “it’ll take the edge off.”

hanbin takes in the flavor, realizing it’s banana cream before pulling it out of his mouth. “you just shoved a banana cream-flavored, phallic-shaped popsicle into my mouth.”

“correct,” gyuvin agrees simply.

hanbin eyes him in wonder. “just last week you would’ve been banging your head into the door at the mention of just one of those words.”

gyuvin nods. “you’re right.”

hanbin sighs. “how?”

“well, once you embrace your sexlessness, you can be freed. when you admit it holds no power over you— when you bask in its absence and let go of all of your earthly needs,” gyuvin says thoughtfully, taking another lick of his ice cream. “then and only then can you conquer—.”

“HOW!? HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!?” hanbin yells desperately, both hands (after throwing his ice cream to the ground) gripping gyuvin’s shoulders and shaking him violently back in forth. “I DON’T NEED YOUR SPIRITUAL MUMBO JUMBO I NEED ANSWERS BUDDY. AND YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE THEM TO ME OR I AM GOING TO SHOVE MY—.”

“oh, oh, okay, okay, oh, okay, um, okay,” gyuvin manages to squeak out while being ragdolled around by the leader of zb1. he looks over at the rest of the members, eyes wide as he asks, “is anybody gonna help me or?”

“no,” they all (including yujin, who just got out of school) say calmly at once.

“hyung, hyung, listen to me,” gyuvin pleads, managing to free himself from hanbin’s grasp. “we have five hours left! we can do this.”

“... we?” hanbin asks, one brow piquing in curiosity. 

gyuvin shrugs. “we didn’t make any rules that said two people aren’t allowed to win.”

“oh shit, he’s right,” matthew says quietly from the corner of the room. “what do we do if they both win?”

“we could extend the bet,” ricky says with an evil grin. “last man standing.”

“i guess we could send them both on the trip, but that would be more expensive than we anticipated,” taerae ponders.

“that’s true— we’re not made of money,” jiwoong agrees. “and i have a wedding to save for.”

“maybe they could both go on the trip so long as they agree to share the same hotel room,” gunwook suggests with a shrug.

“then it’s settled,” hao says with a smirk. “in the event of a tie, the prize for no nut november is a romantic getaway for two. two members of zerobaseone.”

“i mean, it’s a little nauseating, but,” gyuvin considers with a nod. “i guess it’s fair. where do you wanna go for our romantic getaway then, hyung? i’m kind of thinking fiji, but, by all means, if you—.”

“i will destroy you,” hanbin says quietly, the room falling silent as he stares at his feet. “i will grind your bones to make my bread.”

“okay, what the fuck?” gyuvin asks incredulously. “am i seriously that bad of travel buddy?”

hanbin shakes his head. “we’ve come too far to end this in friendship. someone has to die.”

“DIE!? hyung, do you have testosterone poisoning or something? you—,” gyuvin tries to reason with his older friend but he stops when hanbin pulls something out of his pocket. it’s a tube of white frosting. hanbin flips open the cap, beginning to squeeze out the suggestive-looking frosting sensually into the palm of his hand. gyuvin stares at it, wide-eyed, a bead of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. “... stop.”

“you may have fooled yourself, gyubinnie, but you can’t fool me,” hanbin says, continuing to squeeze out the frosting as gyuvin’s expression becomes more and more strained as he watches all too intently the quasi-pornographic display. “i know who you really are.”

“say it,” gyuvin growls, stepping closer to hanbin in challenge. “out loud.”

hanbin closes the distance, his nose almost touching gyuvin’s. “sex. maniac.”

“wait, are they gonna kiss?” taerae whispers from the other side of the room.

“wouldn’t be the first time,” matthew says annoyedly.

gyuvin snatches the tube of frosting from hanbin’s hand, aims it into his mouth, and squeezes the rest of its contents down his throat, all while making direct eye contact with the deliriously strung-out leader of zerobaseone. when he’s done, he shoves it back into hanbin’s hand. “you’re going the FUCK down. bitch.”

hanbin gasps, hand to his mouth like a scandalized schoolgirl. “NO, YOU!”

“NO, YOU!” gyuvin yells back at him with a pointed finger. “you’ll rue this day.”

the younger boy storms off to the door of the practice room, throwing it open angrily and, before exiting, he looks back one more time to yell, “RUE IT!”

⋆˙⟡

it’s now 10:30pm and hanbin hasn’t heard a peep from gyuvin since he stormed out at the end of rehearsal a few hours ago. it’s eerie.

it’s unnerving.

he opens the door to his dorm, expecting gyuvin to ambush him on his way inside with some sort of sellacious trick. but much to his surprise, the dorm is quiet, with only the sound of the tv playing from the shared living room. he hangs his coat up by the door and removes his shoes, popping on some slippers and cautiously making his way down the hallway. 

hanbin peaks around the corner carefully, seeing gyuvin and hao sitting on the couch together watching a movie. he steps out fully, the entirety of the couch now in his line of sight. and what he sees shakes him to his core.

“SURPRISE!” you shout from your hidden spot on the couch, pulling the string of a mini confetti cannon as hanbin stares back at you in shock. 

“(y/n),” he says softly, eyes wide as he tries to make sense of your sudden appearance in his dorm. “w—... what are you doing here?”

you frown at his blatant lack of excitement. “i’m visiting my boyfriend after spending three months abroad?”

“i—... i—...” he stutters, several large conflicting thoughts running through his mind at once. hanbin is thrilled to see you. any other day, he would die for the chance to hold you in person. but today… with only three hours left on the clock. with gyuvin on the couch next to you, chowing down on popcorn without a care in the world… couldn’t you have waited until tomorrow? “i love you. i love you so much, baby. i’m just… i’m just SO surprised— you really pulled this off!”

“well, you have hao and gyubinnie to thank for that,” you say with a smile, reaching into gyuvin’s popcorn bowl. both hao and gyuvin’s eyes widen, an unchewed piece of popcorn falling from gyuvin’s mouth as his lips part, realizing they’ve been caught. “they called me a few hours ago and said you’d been having a really hard time with your comeback coming up and that it would help if i came to spend some time with you. so i came as soon as i could!”

the testosterone-filled rage that is burning inside of hanbin is almost impossible to conceal. but he tries. a mechanic grin turning up the corners of his mouth, hanbin turns his attention to the two fucking idiots next to you. “did they really?”

gyuvin looks up at the ceiling, and hao looks down at his lap.

“yeah!” you confirm happily. “they even paid for my flight.”

“well, well,” hanbin says, shaking his head back and forth as his maniacal grin remains plastered on his face. “aren’t they just a couple of fucking peaches?”

you blink at hanbin. “okay, what the fuck is going on here?”

“nothing!” hanbin denies quickly, finally walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you, forcing you up from the couch so he can spin you around. “i’m just SO grateful to my best friends for their help.”

over your shoulder, hanbin makes eye contact with both boys, drawing his thumb across his neck and mouthing, “jugeullae?”

once you’re back on the ground again, you study your boyfriend for a long moment. he’s sweating like a pig and the heater isn’t even on.

“i’m just gonna run to the bathroom quick,” you say, walking out of the living room and down the hall.

“take your time!” hanbin urges, eyes locked on you until he’s sure you’ve disappeared from sight before turning his attention back to gyuvin and hao.

“um. so,” gyuvin stutters as he winces. “are you surprised?”

hanbin launches himself at the younger boy, but hao is quick to stand up and hold him back. “let me at him— let me… LET ME AT HIM!”

“YOU’RE the one who declared war, hyung,” gyuvin says annoyedly, crossing his arms. “so don’t be mad when the best man actually wins.”

“i won’t,” hanbin says with a cocky smirk.

“you both just need to calm down,” hao says, letting go of hanbin’s arms.

“oh, yeah, and i almost forgot,” hanbin remembers with a smile. “what the fuck is YOUR problem? you lost five days ago. why are you helping him set me up!?”

hao pouts. “i just hate when you win.”

hanbin’s brow raises expectantly. “and the real reason…”

hao pouts harder. “i got jealous of the sexual tension between you and gyubinnie.”

“that sounds more like it,” hanbin says, shaking his head in disappointment. “go to your room and think about what you’ve done.”

hao rolls his eyes, walking toward the front door. “if you’re gonna have sex in here then i’m just gonna leave entirely.”

“I’M NOT!” hanbin yells back as the front door slams closed.

“you’re not?” you ask, wholeheartedly confused and a bit hurt at the last bit of conversation you just heard as you stand frozen in the kitchen.

hanbin and gyuvin spin around to face you in shock.

“i—... um—... that’s not what—,” hanbin stutters and, sensing a domestic dispute coming, gyuvin decides it’s a good time to slip away into his room to quietly and nobley win no nut november.

⋆˙⟡

when gyuvin shuts the door to his room, he decides to pass the time by playing some league. he sits down at his computer, exhaling heavily in contentment as he hears a bit of good-natured raising of voices through the door. he leans back, arms behind his head.

they’ll be fucking in no time, he thinks with the utmost satisfaction.

fiji would be so nice without that nuisance hanging around. but it would be kind of lonely to be all by himself on one of the most beautiful islands in the world... 

if only you could go with him.

gyuvin shakes his head quickly, sitting up and taking a sip from his water bottle. clear mind, soft dick. clear mind, soft dick, he repeats his new mantra to himself. 

at the beginning of the month, gyuvin had told you about the bet. you’d laughed really hard in his face and said, “why are you telling me this?”

“well—... well, because… we… we, like,” gyuvin stuttered, his cheeks reddening under your gaze. “we, like, have sex. and stuff. sometimes. so, i thought i should let you know that we can’t for a while.”

“you can’t for a while,” you corrected, taking a bite of your croissant. “i can do whatever i want.”

gyuvin’s heart dropped in his chest. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, it sucks for you,” you said with a shrug. “but let’s just say i’m really glad i’m not a part of that bet, because i’d like to stay booked and busy.”

“like… like, with other people?” gyuvin asked, his voice shaking a bit on the last word. you were just friends with benefits. gyuvin knew that. you’d both made clear boundaries with each other and it was the arrangement that both of you wanted. but…

you put your pastry down, pointedly locking eyes with him. “why? does that bother you?”

yes, gyuvin thought. my heart has burst open and both atriums and ventricles are fracturing into a pathetic, bloody mess.

“no,” gyuvin said nonchalantly. “of course it doesn’t.”

you stared at him for a little too long before picking your croissant back up. “okay.”

“okay,” gyuvin agreed with a forced smile.

you’d hung out with gyuvin several times in the first couple weeks of november. it’s just what came naturally. after all, you’d started as friends in the first place. after meeting as trainees in your predebut days, you’d maintained a semi-close friendship for a few years now even as you both navigated your separate idol lives. you’d never been all that attracted to him in the past, but when you’d seen him at an awards show a few months ago, suddenly looking like a tall glass of the purest reservoir water you’d ever seen, you’d decided you wanted to get just a little bit closer. just enough to get him inside you.

so you didn’t hesitate to text him when the movie you’d been discussing with him for weeks was finally released in theaters. and gyuvin had asked you to have a karaoke battle with him the week prior, and you weren’t just going to let him win by default. and you HAD to partake in your weekly taco tuesday ritual.

though your hangouts for the past few months usually ended in absolutely mindblowing sex, it still felt totally normal just to spend time with gyuvin. you’d even fallen asleep next to each other after a late night of gaming. and while that wasn’t unusual, it was unusual for both of your clothes to still be on.

but the last couple weeks had grown increasingly rough for him. even accidentally brushing up against his arm would cause him to have to go to the bathroom to calm down for a few minutes. he always got embarrassed, but you never complained. if all you have to do is look at a man to have them on the brink of busting, you’re going to feel pretty damn good about yourself.

still, gyuvin decided to keep his distance for the remainder of the month just to play it safe. he’d also deleted instagram and tiktok so that he didn’t come across any videos of you that would unknowingly wake up his dick. he’d actually tried to see a showing of wicked: for good with you on the 26th, but he ran out of the theater as soon as elphaba put her sex cardigan on. 

he hadn’t spoken to you since. 

gyuvin shoves his hand in his pocket now, frowning when he doesn’t find his phone. he looks around his desk and on the floor before accepting that he must’ve left it in the living room. sighing, he stands up and walks out of his room to find his phone.

⋆˙⟡

“oh my god,” hanbin says, looking at the spot on the couch that gyuvin has just vacated. “oh my god.”

“what?” you ask, following hanbin’s line of sight to find gyuvin’s phone sitting face-up, unlocked on the seat cushion. “what’s going on?”

“it’s a sign from the heavens,” hanbin says, rushing to the couch and picking up gyuvin’s phone, cradling it in his hands like it's a newborn baby. after a moment, he begins to type rapidly. “i am god’s favorite.”

“did you forget to drink your anti-superiority complex tea today, dear?” you ask sarcastically as hanbin grins evilly at the phone screen. when he’s finally done, he puts it in his back pocket.

“he thinks he can take me down?” hanbin mutters to himself happily. “then we’ll go down together.”

“why’re you acting so weird?” you ask as hanbin kisses every inch of your face a million times. it’s something he’d normally do, but in this moment, it’s incredibly suspicious. “i thought you’d be, like, super excited to see me, but i feel like i’m… intruding on something.”

“now why would you think that, snugglemuffins?” hanbin coos, pretending to bite your cheeks. 

“don’t gaslight me,” you growl, eyes narrowing at hanbin. his widen in response and, in an inhumanly short amount of time, he falls to his knees in front of you. 

“i’m so sorry, my perfect, beautiful angel baby,” he says bowing at your feet in sincere remorse. “please forgive me for upsetting you, i—.”

“are you fucking cheating on me?” you ask, starting to piece together the puzzle that you’ve been so unceremoniously gifted as best as you can.

“WHAT!?” he yells, completely taken off guard.

“you weren’t excited to see me. you looked like you were going to kill gyubinnie and hao for asking me to come,” you say, mentally putting together your serial killer, red thread cork board. “you’ve been messaging me a lot less than normal. and… and we haven’t had skype sex for an entire month.”

“honey, i—.”

“you LOVE skype sex,” you assert before tears begin to brim in your eyes. “so you MUST be having it with someone else!”

“NO! no, no, no, oh my god, no,” hanbin pleads, standing up and taking hold of you by your shoulders. “i’m not cheating on you, (y/n). i would NEVER do that. i love you so much it fucking hurts.”

“and you’re swearing way more than usual,” you say, shaking your head sadly. “something is going on and i don’t know why you won’t just—.”

“—no nut november,” hanbin blurts.

you blink back at him. “... pardon?”

hanbin sighs heavily. “my members made a no nut november bet. and unfortunately, my pride was too great not to take part in it. the last person not to… you know… wins.”

you stare at him expressionlessly.

“i know i should’ve just told you, but,” hanbin continues, trying to fill up the silence. “i was—... i mean, honestly i was pretty embarrassed. you know me as someone with such immense self-control and dignity and i didn’t want you to—.”

you laugh. really hard. a deep belly laugh.

“... w—... what?” hanbin asks concernedly. “what is it?”

when you finally catch your breath, you smile at him and say, “you are as delusional as you are handsome.”

hanbin gulps. “huh?”

“i don’t know if wanting to be inside me so badly that you cry is really the display of immense self-control that you think it is,” you say with a smirk.

“hey!” hanbin replies indignantly. “you—... you said that was hot.”

“it is,” you affirm, your fingers slipping into his front pockets. “and it’s also objectively undignified.”

hanbin stands completely still, staring at you in fear. “we—... i—...”

“i know, binnie,” you coo, sliding your fingers in a little deeper. “you have so much self-control.”

his brow furrows in helpless want. hanbin needs to give in. he has to. but… he hears gyuvin’s bedroom door open. “just one more hour.”

“hey, did you guys see my phone? i—,” gyuvin stops dead in his tracks when he sees the compromising position you're both in and grins. “looks like i’m interrupting something.”

but much to his surprise, hanbin is grinning too as he pulls gyuvin’s phone out of his back pocket and holds it up for him. the screen lights up and gyuvin can see from where he stands that there’s a notification.

“give me that,” gyuvin orders, though he takes no steps toward the couple in front of him.

“gladly,” hanbin agrees, tossing the phone gently over to the younger boy.

the notification he sees is a message…

from you.

“what did you do?” gyuvin asks, anxiety building up in his chest. “what did you do, you motherfucker!?”

hanbin suddenly lifts you up bridal style, brushing past gyuvin and walking down the hallway to his bedroom. over his shoulder, he calls, “may the best man win!”

⋆˙⟡

gyuvin unlocks his phone, his breathing shallow as he opens your message chat.

gyuvin races out the front door. no coat. no real shoes, just his house sandals as he curses hanbin for being able to text so convincingly like him. trudging through the snowfall until he’s outside your dorm building. he presses the number of your apartment on the callbox. he’s buzzed in instantly.

he runs up five flights of stairs until he’s finally at your idol group’s floor. your one-bedroom apartment is at the end of the hallway. when gyuvin reaches your door, he lifts his hand to knock, but he can’t help but hesitate. what would he say? what would you say?

would this be the end?

before gyuvin can catastrophize any more, you’ve opened the door, grabbed him by his sweatshirt, and pulled him into your apartment. you slam the door behind you, looking the snow-covered boy up and down. sighing, you grab him a towel from the linen closet and shove it into his chest.

wordlessly, he dries off, roughing his damp hair up. he looks even more boyish than usual.

you take the towel from him when he’s done and place it in your laundry basket. gyuvin follows from far behind, seemingly trying to make as little noise as possible. you spin around, hands on your hips as you stare at him incredulously. 

“what the fuck?” you ask simply.

gyuvin just stares at you like a lost puppy.

“what the fuck is your problem?” you ask again, waiting for a real answer.

“i didn’t—,” gyuvin starts to defend himself, but you’ve decided that you actually weren’t waiting for his answer and that you’d prefer to keep talking.

“i don’t fucking understand!” you shout in annoyance. “YOU are the one who suggested the no feelings rule in the first place. as soon as someone caught feelings, we were supposed to end it.”

gyuvin sighs. “i—.”

“then why did you say you were okay with me sleeping with other people this month? huh?” you interrupt again. “i asked you if it bothered you, and you said.... ‘of course it doesn’t’.”

“i—.”

“and you don't even know how much it fucking sucked to hear that, because i wanted it to bother you,” you confess unabashedly. “i wanted it to bother you so fucking bad.”

gyuvin’s lips part in shock. had he heard you wrong? had he hallucinated? had hanbin really killed him and this was his entrance into heaven?

you swallow hard. “i didn’t mean to break the rules, i just—... i spend more time with you than my actual friends. and i like it that way. i don’t know. i guess, somewhere along the way, i stopped thinking of you as just... good dick.”

a smile grows on gyuvin’s face after a few moments. “shit, that’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“that’s kind of sad,” you say with a laugh.

gyuvin laughs too. “i don’t feel sad.”

“how do you feel?” you ask, unable to keep yourself from looking him up and down.

he smirks, taking the invitation to do the same. “really fucking great. but i’d prefer to know how you feel…”

“i think you’ll find the answer is the same,” you flirt back. you look up at the clock on your wall and sigh. “in fourteen minutes, that is.”

“fuck,” gyuvin exhales in frustration. “right.”

“right,” you repeat, nodding as you both stare at each other awkwardly. 

“gotta… get that win,” gyuvin rambles with an uncomfortable smile. you stand in silence for a few moments longer until gyuvin suddenly shrugs, strides over to you and closes the distance. “fuck it.”

his lips envelope yours in a passionate kiss that you realize how much you’ve missed this past month. you’re backed against your kitchen counter as he lifts you up and sets you down on it. you wrap your legs around his waist as he deepens the kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance. 

“wait,” you manage to say, catching your breath as you look again up at the time. “eleven minutes. are you sure—?”

“what?” he asks with a smirk. “you really think i can’t outlast sung hanbin for eleven minutes?”

“that’s not really something i want to think about,” you reply with a frown. “but i know you want to win.”

“and i will,” he reassures, squeezing at your thighs until you lift your hips for him and he removes your shorts from around your waist. “i’ll beat sung hanbin if it’s the last thing i do.”

“me when i’m cosplaying as zhang hao,” you joke.

“good, keep saying stupid shit like that,” gyuvin says, falling to his knees as he begins to kiss up from your ankle to your thighs in your lounge shorts. “that’ll keep me from blowing it.”

you grab his hair on the back of his neck. “ya! if you want to fight, we can fucking fight.”

“holy fuck, no, that’s too hot,” he says, wide eyed as he stands back, sliding his own sweatpants down to expose himself to you. his cock is as angry and hard as you’d expected it to be after this month. he places a hand on your chest and pushes you back so that you’re entirely exposed to him. “just be yourself, that’ll keep me unaroused.”

“i’m gonna shove my fucking knee into your—,” you threaten, cut-off by gyuvin suddenly slipping himself inside you. “oh my god.”

gyuvin’s forehead falls to yours as he tries to maintain his composure over the sound of your whimpering. “what’s all this, hm? you sound as desperate as i feel. weren’t you getting fucked by your whole roster this month?”

“of course i wasn’t,” you say, shaking your head. “when would i have had time to do that, huh? i was too busy hanging out with you.”

gyuvin pulls back in suprise. “really? you didn’t fuck anybody else?”

“there was never anybody else,” you answer earnestly. smiling, you add, “... idiot.”

he looks at you with the most sincere relief and joy. you involuntarily clench around him as you drink up his reaction.

gyuvin seethes, his forehead falling back onto yours as he tries to compose himself again. he looks up at the clock again and then back at you. “six minutes. i can do six minutes.”

you’re honestly not sure if he can, but you want him so badly at this point, nothing really matters anymore. “you can. of course you can.”

“let’s fucking finish this shit.”

normally you got a little more creative with it, but the straight jackhammering you receive is incredibly welcome after the drought. you can tell how difficult it is for him to keep it together and you’re honored to just be a part of this victory. his hand reaches between your legs to help you out instinctively but you shake your head.

“you need to focus,” you encourage, taking his hand and putting it back on your hip. 

in another minute, gyuvin forces your legs over his shoulders as he slows his pace. “how—... how much time left?”

“just—... just another minute or so,” you hiccup, unable to make out the exact hand placement on the clock while being so fucked-out. “you can do it, binnie. i b—... believe in you.”

“i can’t—... i—... i—....”

⋆˙⟡

hanbin lies back on his bed, one hand behind his head as he smirks up at the ceiling. he’s thinking about gyuvin busting a nut prematurely after giving some big speech about how strong-willed he is. maybe he shouldn’t be thinking about his member cumming when his partner is literally in bed beside him.

hanbin put on some stupid drama he’s been watching about forty-five minutes ago and hasn’t made a peep since. his other arm is around you, holding you close to him as he strokes your back tenderly. 

everything’s normal. except it isn’t.

though he’d already explained the bet to you and the reasons for his weird actions, the explanation hadn’t really made you feel any better. 

“bin-ah?” you ask, looking up at him from his chest. 

“hm?” he replies, meeting your gaze with a dimpled smile. 

you hold your breath. “did we grow apart or something?” 

his expression immediately changes as he sits up in concern. “what? what do you mean?”

“i know that you said the reason you were being distant was because of the bet,” you say, propping yourself up on your elbow. “but that doesn’t change the fact that you were distant.”

hanbin frowns with guilt. “i’m sorry, (y/n). that truly wasn’t my intention.”

“i know it wasnt,” you agree. “but this was just a short study abroad trip for school. what’s gonna happen when i start my dance internship in los angeles next year?”

“well. it’s—...” hanbin stutters, looking down at his lap. “maybe this says something. maybe… maybe you shouldn’t go.”

these are the words that you knew hanbin had been dying to say for months since you told him about your dance internship in america. no one had ever believed in your talent like hanbin had. when you’d first walked into his dance class a year and a half ago, you had no idea the turn your future would take. his was the best class you’d ever taken and it was thanks to him that you had the courage to switch your major to dance and apply for the internship in the first place. you’d never meant to also fall in love with your famous instructor, but… who in the hell could blame you?

but there were clear and consistent obstacles in your relationship. hanbin being an idol, your devotion to your studies, your study abroad and soon, your permanent long distance. skype sex had been the only sex you’d had for a lot longer than your academic trip. 

and as you lay in his bed, still untouched, you fear that it will remain that way forever.

“i didn’t mean that,” hanbin says quickly. “i meant—.”

“you meant that you don’t want to be apart from me,” you finish for him, knowingly. he nods his head sadly. “it’s really hard, isn’t it?”

hanbin nods again, looking down at his quilt and tracing the pattern.

“well then maybe you should come with me,” you suggest.

“what?” he asks, one brow piquing in confusion. “come with you to la?”

you shrug, smiling at him. “you don’t have to move or anything. but the company i’m joining just sent out a memo that they’re looking to diversify their tutting portfolio. we both know that’s your true passion. and i assume you’ll have at least a little bit of downtime this spring after…”

hanbin sighs, shaking his head regretfully. “i barely have time to practice anymore. i don’t think i’d pass a serious audition at this point.”

“are you fucking joking?” you say, pouncing on top of your boyfriend and shaking his shoulders until he laughs. “how could you ever say that? you’re the best dancer that i know, you dummy!”

hanbin smiles sadly at you. “... i don’t want to break up.”

your brow knits together as you take his face in your hands. “hanbinnie—.”

“i’m sorry i made you doubt me,” he apologizes sincerely. “i love you. we’ll find a way to make it work. maybe i can come with you. or we’ll make a point to visit every month. and we can have skype sex every day.”

you snort a laugh into your hands. “you LOVE skype sex.”

“i do,” hanbin admits unabashedly. he reaches behind your neck, pulling you down to him until you’re nose to nose. “but you know what?”

“what?” you whisper, your heat fluttering in response.

“i like the real thing a little bit more,” hanbin whispers back, his free hand sinking underneath the waistband of your jeans and squeezing you tightly.

“just a little?” you say with a pout, batting your eyelashes like the saddest puppy in the world.

“oh my fucking god, let me inside you already,” hanbin whines, pulling your jeans down from the back. you sit up so you can remove them completely. hanbin wastes no time in removing his too and you’re back on top of him in seconds, positioning him at your entrance and sinking down slowly. “fuuuck.”

you throw your head back, happy to finally be filled again. “i kind of like the new swearing hanbinnie. sounds extra depraved coming out of that pretty face.”

“oh, fuck,” hanbin moans as you start to bounce yourself up and down on his length. “you feel fucking amazing, baby. missed you so much.”

you do this for as long as you possibly can, but your legs eventually give out. hanbin pulls you down to his chest, taking over for you as he thrusts up into your heat again and again.

“i—... i love you, binnie,” you whimper into his shoulder, biting down gently every time he hits a particularly good angle. “want you to fill me up.”

“fuck, fuck, yes, baby,” he agrees too easily, his thrusting growing more haphazard. “whatever you want. i’ll do—... i’ll do whatever…”

he’s completely on the edge now. suddenly, a bit of panic shoots through you. “binnie, what—... what time is it?”

“doesn’t. matter,” hanbin punctuates each word with a less-than-rhythmic, sloppy thrust. “i. won. i made… sure of it.”

you try to wiggle your arm free to look at your watch, but you're hopelessly trapped under hanbin's weight.

“g’nna fill you up with cum and eat it out of you,” hanbin promises deliriously. it sounds so good that it melts any worry you have away. if hanbin’s not worried, then neither are you. “g’nna—... gonna…”

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