#haechan reader

“haechan, you seem a little off.”

the statement was enough to make him cringe, the concern in your voice clear through the speaker in his heaphones. he’d been sitting in front of his pc for probably the entire day, with the only source of light in his cramped dorm room coming from the vibrant lights flashing from his screen. he was lucky enough to get the space to himself after stressing for days about the apex tournament happening right after his break ended.

what wasn’t lucky, though, was the anxiety and discomfort consuming him. he’d been preparing for this for weeks with the two other players on his team, you and jeno, practicing different techniques every moment of free time you all got for a cash prize at the end of the competition. it was fun and exciting during the moments leading up to the big day, but now as haechan struggled to use basic gameplay knowledge without completely immersing himself into each round, it was clear his nerves were starting to catch up to him.

but the nerves weren’t actually from the competition. no, haechan of all people wouldn’t fold that quickly under some pressure. they were actually because of you.

well, because of him. something he did. something that may or may not have been jerking off to a video of you just a day before this.

“really? how so?” he asked, and even just the words and tone of his voice felt foreign to him in the way it does when he lies. he watched your characters stand in the lobby waiting for the next game to start, hoping you wouldn’t catch onto it.

you sighed thoughtfully. “well, for starters, you’re not being annoying,” he hears jeno laugh at that and rolls his eyes before you continue, “but you’re not talking at all, really. are you nervous or something?”

“i’m not nervous,” he scoffed, trying to play it cool despite his fidgeting. “why would i be nervous? we practiced like every day for this.”

“he’s totally nervous.” jeno teased, his smile audible in his voice.

“i’m not!”

“you even sound like you’re lying, dude.”

you rolled your eyes. “okay, whatever! i’m not in the mood to listen to you guys argue,” and you were ready to just let it go, but as another beat of silence passed, you couldn’t get over just how uncharacteristic this was. in a way, haechan’s ranting and shit-talking kept the three of you upbeat and communicating, so without that everything felt a bit dull. the opposite of what you needed at the moment. “is there like.. something wrong, though? like, did something happen?”

at the time he had answered with a brief, “nope. all good.” but oh, you didn’t even know the half of it.

you’d met haechan through twitter along with jeno, the three of you just staying mutuals until you bonded over your love for competitive video games and created a groupchat. that groupchat soon turned into occasional streaming, which then turned into thousands of twitter followers and a discord server that you communicated through, making plenty of friends along the way. you guys had a pretty strong bond, personalities fitting well together, and planned to meet up in person at some point.

but haechan’s crush on you didn’t just spark out of nowhere the way he felt it did. he thought you were hot the moment he met you, scrolling through your pictures and accidentally liking one from months ago, which you poked fun at him for often. he was infatuated by the way you carried yourself; bright and confident in just about everything you did. he was similar, having those same qualities but like, three times as outgoing as you and jeno combined. 

as some time passed, your audience openly loved your dynamic and began to grow, and haechan was soon only one of very many people who found a liking to you. he noticed the spike in the amount of thirst comments you got as well as how you started to feel yourself more, selfies being taken from a higher angle and captions a tad flirtier. 

at the same time you noticed the slightly bitter tone in his voice whenever said spike was brought up, though neither of you recognized it to be jealousy. you figured he was just overdoing the male feminist look for you, which made you cringe but you didn’t feel like addressing it.

before the upcoming tournament, all three of your spring breaks luckily lined up with each other, and you raved on call for days about an upcoming trip to a beach house with your friends. both haechan and jeno thought it was cute listening to the excitement pour out of you just at the idea of your vacation, wishing they could do the same for themselves.

what caught haechan off guard, though, was later seeing a new post of you in your bikini at the beach you stayed by. it was a video of you with your feet in the shallow sandy water, small red tied bikini hugging your curves as you spun and posed for the camera, laughing and covering it with your hand at the end. you’d captioned it something like “the breeze felt so nice 🌊❤️” and it made him scoff, the caption so tame for a video so genuinely sexy.

he watched it again and again, letting himself shamelessly take in every inch of your skin he could see, completely unused to the priviledge of doing so. he’d seen your body before on camera while asking for outfit advice and in full body photos on social media, but each time you’d been clothed. this time it was like somebody heard his prayers and decided to drop a gift upon him.

he was relunctant at first, but the safety of being behind a screen made him throw all caution to the wind and the more he watched it, the more he let himself fantasize. he wondered what it’d be like to wrap his arms around your waist, grope your boobs or your ass, kiss you hard and wipe the smile right off your face. your airy embarassed laugh made him wonder what your voice sounded like when you moaned, what would make you whimper and what would make you whine, how it would feel for your vocal chords to vibrate in his hand as he gripped your throat.

he didn’t even realize he was palming himself until he felt the need to reach into his pants. he knew it was wrong then, very wrong, but he felt alight in a way that he hadn’t been from sleeping around or watching porn. this wasn’t an insignificant or nameless person, this was his close friend, his crush. just as much as he’d get chewed out and judged for masturbaiting to you, he wanted to see you like this so bad it would feel like losing the lottery to back out for the sake of morality when no one would be checking.

he didn’t think once about the guilt and shame he would feel afterwards as he sat back against his headboard and pulled out his dick, or when he imagined your wet bikini bottom-clad ass bouncing on him as he stroked himself, or when he moaned your name too loud when he came, quick and hard as if you had actually been there riding him. it was when his high dropped and he was left with a mess of cum and your twelve-second video still playing on loop that the reality of what he’d done hit him.

he felt bad. really bad. but if there was one thing haechan would do, it’s pretend everything’s okay when it really wasn’t, so that’s exactly what he did.

“it’s not that big of a deal,” he whispered to himself as he threw his phone down and made his way to the shower. “everyone jacks off to their friends at least once in their life, right?”

by the time he’d gotten out of the shower, he managed to convince himself that 1. he somehow was just super-humanly horny that day, 2. he wasn’t that bad of a person since it was just one time, a spur of the moment, 3. he could explain it all to you in perfect, morally aligned sense if you ever asked him about it for some reason, god forbid.

yet, it was actually comical how literally the next day, all of that convincing was forgotten the moment you logged on and he heard your pretty voice greet him. he would never be able to admit to what he did.

you guys didn’t win the competition, as expected with actual video game champions participating, but you made it pretty far for what your skills were before all the practicing. you stayed to watch the rest of the fight and then left, the three of you needing to prepare for upcoming finals.

haechan yawned and removed his headphones, rolling his chair back and stretching his legs out with a deep sigh. he especially had a lot of studying to catch up on, having a habit of procrastinating even when spare time was running low. he realized his monitor was the only source of light in his room and was about to go flip the switch when his phone dinged. it’s funny, really, how he had just forgotten about his situation just to see you texted him. almost like it was a reminder.

y/n 🤘: u sure ur ok? 

y/n 🤘: did me or jeno say something?

anddd he felt bad again. how in character for you to think his change in behavior had to be your fault, too selfless for your own good. he responded immediately out of fear that you’d sit in that thought for too long.

me: NO

me: i’m good i promise.. might be getting sick or something

me: felt tired

he watched as the typing bubble popped up with a wince on his face, realizing how stupid of an excuse that was. it took a bit longer for you to respond this time, the bubble disappearing and appearing again. he put his phone down and finally went to turn his light on, his phone dinging again when he sat back down.

y/n 🤘: bullshit 😭

yup. stupid excuse.

y/n 🤘: if u were tired u would’ve just said so.. ik how u are haechan

y/n 🤘: i wont bother u about it tho

y/n 🤘: but please know u can talk to me about anything!! i’m always here 💓 

he couldn’t tell if he was paranoid or if that last message felt a little too.. knowing, but he wasn’t going to test it. he just left a heart on it and got his study supplies out, ready for a long night.

—

flash forward a few weeks and... well. things kind of spiraled out of control.

what was meant to be a one time thing turned into a two time thing, then three, then four.. then five. and it wasn’t because he went out of his way to do it or anything, it was just that the beach video incident seemed to wake something up within him.

truthfully, it felt really good in the moment, which is why it was so easy to forget what exactly he was doing the first time. it was relieving, like he was finally addressing his feelings for you mentally and acting on them, even if that meant doing it secretly.

the difference, though, was that haechan didn’t need any sort of picture or video of you to get him off. 

the second time he did it, his arousal took him by surprise. all three of you had your cameras on just making conversation, and haechan’s eyes lingered on your screen, watching as you sat sideways in your chair with your legs pulled up, using your hand on your desk as leverage to help swing it lightly. you were wearing shorts that exposed your legs and some sort of shiny lipgloss that added to the pout in your lips as you asked him a question. he didn’t hear what you asked the first time, but then you whined an annoyed “haechannnn” to get his attention and he could practically feel each blood cell rush to his dick. he excused himself probably not even a minute later to “take a piss”, but really just yanked it to the idea of your pouty lips and big eyes looking up at him as he fucked your throat.

it was weird. he liked you before, clearly, but all of the sudden everything you did was overly attractive to him. you bit your lip in concentration? he was hard. you stretched your neck? hard. you laughed at a stupid joke he told? boom. boner. and if he tried to just masturbait alone in his bed at night, you would always cross his mind, and he’d end up moaning like a bitch at the thought of you. it was actually pretty ridiculous, and he knew it wholeheartedly, but what could he do to stop it?

a specific word bounced around in his head every time he got turned on by something you did, relentless and taunting. he denied it over and over, but it wasn’t until one late night where your conversation had died down and the three of you were just sitting silently on your phones in each other’s “presence” that he accepted, after having caught himself about to rub over his buldge while watching you, he was in fact nothing but a pervert.

he had a second rude awakening just a couple days later, the three of you chatting about random things while eating the lunches you’d saved for after classes.

you were sitting in your chair all sideways and curled up like the other time, wearing jeans now, your sticker-covered headphones snug on your head as you absentmindedly picked at your nails. you yawned, the day catching up to you, then visibly remembered something before you spoke. “there’s this guy who’s been fucking with me lately. on twitter.”

jeno just hummed in acknowledgment, missing how haechan perked up at that.

“what do you mean?” he questioned, very interested to hear about some.. guy’s relation to you. “like pranking you? sending you dick pics like a caveman? he definitely gets zero pussy.”

your eyes stared off in thought, ignoring haechan’s remarks and trying to word your sentences right. “no.. not anything that serious. well, maybe.” you cracked your knuckle, eyebrows furrowing like you were trying to solve a puzzle, “he just keeps telling me he’s jacking off to my pics.”

haechan’s heart dropped. jeno made a face of pure disgust and laughed a bit, saying “eww”, then looked at haechan and laughed louder. “dude, you’re so pale. did you imagine it or something?” 

it took a moment for him to respond, his body still reacting as if it were him you were talking about. he shook his head almost violently to clear his mind, playing it off as shivers. he looked at jeno with a scowl and grumbled, “shut up, you bitch.” then at you, smiling, “so what are you gonna do? let him keep going?”

it felt so heavy and deceitful, being guilty of the exact thing you all were talking shit about. it’d be one thing if it were something small, but this was toeing the lines of blatent disrespect. it wasn’t okay at all to do what he was doing, and he knew if you ever found out you’d drop him, which scared him shitless. but still, he couldn’t stop and had no will to, both shamefully and shamelessly obsessing over you.

part of him, as much as he wanted this conversation to now end, took this as an opportunity to hear your thoughts on the situation. even if it wasn’t his situation.

“you should block him.” jeno offered. yes, that’d be logical, but for haechan’s sake, no.

he was surprised to see you shake your head. “i.. don’t really want to. is that weird?”

“yes.” he blurted. he didn’t mean to, his thoughts taking over his mouth. but how would it not be weird? he was a random guy openly telling you he got off to pictures of you existing. you should’ve been grossed out, and frankly even a little scared. “i mean no. not.. really? why don’t you want to?”

you shrugged, still clearly in thought. “it’s been like two weeks and he dms me almost every day just to never get a response. it’s pathetic. i guess i’m just curious why he does it.”

there was something hidden in your tone on that last sentence, and yeah maybe the reason you were looking right at his screen was because he was the one who asked, but it all felt a little targeted. he found himself coming up short for a response, mouth slightly agape. this feeling of being vulnerable and seen washed over him, and he was going to convince himself that he was just paranoid, but then the corner of your mouth lifted a bit, and fell just as fast. the little smirk on your face came and went so quick that he thought he could’ve imagined it, but he knew better.

he’d been caught.

“that sounds kinda kinky.” jeno joked, once again oblivious to haechan’s internal dillema. you however, were highly aware, staring him down as he gulped, his reality sinking in further each second.

“i guess it is,” you said, and it became apparent that your thoughtfulness this entire time had been for show, now looking dramatic and unconvincing. “i have read reciepts off, i wonder if he even realizes i see him.”

haechan felt sick to his stomach. it was obvious now that this “guy who’s been fucking with you” did not exist and you were actually addressing him personally, and he just wanted a sinkhole to open up below him and suck him down into the dark abyss. how did you even find out? was it that obvious he wasn’t actually leaving to pee all those times? did he say something off one day? 

this was it. you were going to hate him forever and he was going to drown in guilt and shame for the rest of his life. he wondered how long you knew and if you were ever going to talk to him about it directly. you were probably too disturbed to, he thought, feeling better off just hinting at it like this. he felt like such an asshole.

so why was he hard again?

there was something about the confrontation of it all, the thing this was all building up towards, that gave him a rush like nothing else. you’d known haechan for so long.. you’d vented to him, made great memories with him, trusted him. the fact that all of that was potentially on the line because he couldn’t stop touching his dick, and the fact that you decided to tell him you knew about it through this little game.. he’d never felt anything like it. 

“uh. earth to haechan?”

jeno’s concerned voice knocked him out of whatever realm his overthinking landed him in, greeted with both you and jeno looking at him expectantly. they must’ve asked him about something, he was sure of it, but he was even more sure that he couldn’t stay in that call any longer.

“i’m gonna, um. take a nap. bye guys.” he rushed out his goodbye, closing the app and just staring at his monitor in shock. he caught his breath, not even realizing he was holding it. did that really just happen? and was he really about to go beat it again after that?

spoiler alert: yes it did and yes he was.

his heart was still racing when he situated himself on his bed, resting his back on his headboard and rubbing himself over his shorts. it all felt so much more electrifying now that you knew, his hands shaky and head already spinning lightly. he was so terribly gone to even be turned on by that whole interaction and he knew it, but he didn’t even care anymore. there was no saving him.

his eyes shut when he reached into his shorts, hissing when he pulled his dick out. everything wrong was forgotten once again as he let himself free fall into pleasure, thinking of your judgemental stare and what it’d be like if it were desperate underneath him, pleading and begging for him to touch you. he thought of that one skirt you wore that stops mid-thigh and what it’d be like to take it off you. he thought about fucking you from behind on stream, teaching everyone who even thought they could have you that you were his and his only.

he was rudely startled from his ridiculous fantasies by his phone ringing beside him. he was just gonna let it ring at first, but then he remembered he did just abruptly and suspiciously leave his friends on call no more than ten minutes ago, and his heart started pounding again.

he took a breath and checked it, not surprised to see that it was you calling him, but very surprised to see that it was a facetime.

it wasn’t smart at all, answering the phone immediately, but it was too late and he was panicking. your pretty face took over his screen with that signature sweet smile, able to see him from his head to his abdomen. “you look hot.”

he spluttered. “what?”

“i said you look hot.” you repeated, amusement clear on your face. “like you just went on a jog or something.”

haechan could now see the details in your makeup - some glitter under your eyes, the blush on your cheeks - and it just sort of rendered him speechless, hazy mind thinking back to the image of your knowing look on his monitor. “oh.”

you smiled at that like it was a funny joke. “‘oh’. what cha doing right now, anyways? you’re clearly not jogging.”

and it was that tone in your voice yet again, the same tone and same look that implied you knew damn well what he was doing. you were toying with him.

haechan’s hand started to stroke again before he could even think to stop himself, angling the phone a bit higher to not give himself away. he knew he sounded as wrecked as he felt, having literally edged himself thanks to your interruption, but he didn’t care to try and mask it considering the circumstance. “nothing, just.. chillin’. what about you?”

“well, i called for two things,” you started, sounding very chirpy as you plopped back onto your bed with a bounce, holding the phone in the air. haechan’s view was now from an above point of view, the cleavage spilling from your cami in frame and your hair sprawled around your face. “first, what happened earlier?”

he was nearly zoned out when you asked, eyes zeroed in on your chest and faintly aware of the light flapping sounds you were likely hearing. “i just got a little sleepy,” he lied. “wasn’t as tired as i thought.”

“mhm..” you hummed, nodding your head like it made perfect sense. you could’ve convinced him, honestly, his brain only halfway functioning. 

you bit your lip, taking in his appearance. his hair was only slightly disheaveled, eyes dark and unfocused, t-shirt wrinkled like he’d been gripping it, rising and falling with his quick breaths. the closest you’d gotten to seeing him looking so seductive was when he would wear a new outfit and style his hair, clearly feeling himself. this was entirely new and you loved it. craved it, even.

“okay. secondly,” you stood up and made your way over to your desk, body leaving frame for a moment due to the movement, much to haechan’s dismay. you then propped the phone up against the wall and stepped back so you were completely visible, letting out a slightly breathless sigh before you continued, “what do you think of my outfit?”

it was genius, really, the way you established parallels into your barely-planned fuckery. you’d had your suspicions before, but the moment you realized what haechan was doing was actually the last time you gave the boys a “fashion show”, the dots connecting when he left in a hurry for the bathroom as soon as you were done.

it wasn’t exactly hard to miss that something was up with him all this time, but you gave yourself props for getting it down to the tee. what was once your extremely energetic and annoyingly affectionate best friend turned into a more repressed, not-gonna-speak-unless-spoken-to best friend and it bugged you for quite some time. haechan wasn’t exactly haechan anymore, acting more like he met a celebrity, and it made no sense. 

you pinpointed that it started the day of the tournament, but it didn’t make any sense for that to be the cause. while thinking about that specific time period, though, you remembered that the night before he hadn’t responded to your goodnight text, which was extremely abnormal. it was already off that he wasn’t the one saying goodnight, but the fact that he didn’t respond to you? blasphemy.

it took a bit more time, but you eventually registered that it was because of that beach video, and the rest just fell in line. you noticed how his bathroom breaks were suddenly very frequent, how they always seemed to follow up a prolonged interaction with you. you noticed the way he reacted when you did things like play with your lips or fingers, the way he zoned out whenever the skin of your legs were visible. but what really took the cake, was the fact that he liked a post from months ago just like he did before you were close. the photo was one of your more popular ones, one where you were wearing a pretty revealing top, the pic taken from a high angle to get your bare thighs in frame. his like was gone by the time you clicked on the notification.

haechan’s breath audibly stuttered when he saw the outfit in question, noticing that you decided to wear his favorite skirt, the one he fantasized about all the time. you heard shuffling as he shifted a little, struggling to come up with an appropriate answer when all that was running through his head were filthy thoughts. 

“well?” you prompted, spinning a little to showcase it some more. “is it cute?”

“yeah.” the word was nearly a moan, his body fighting desperately to let out the sounds he kept swallowed by any means. 

you rolled your eyes at his response. “i’m gonna need a little more than that. what do you think about it like this?” 

you pinched at the fabric around your hips and lifted it just slightly, making the already short skirt shorter. ignoring the whimper from haechan, you tilted your head in mock thought, then turned around to flaunt how the curve of your ass lifted it a bit more. the sound of him jerking off sped up and you couldn’t contain your giggle. “i’ll take that as a yes?”

he really did try to speak to you, but as he opened his mouth and all that fell out was a long low moan, it was apparent that he was either be quiet or sounding like a bitch in heat. the entire concept of all of this alone was so hot to him. you were giving him material to work himself to, live and in action, but still nothing nude or inherently erotic, just like the pictures he used before. it was beyond arousing that you were even entertaining him to begin with.

his world tilted on it’s axis when you bent over, the skirt riding up on your hips completely, exposing your asscheeks and the black panties you wore underneath. 

“fuck.”

you brought your hands back to each cheek, spreading them to tease him. you giggled again as he moaned again, keening and desperate. his eyes were so lidded now, blush high on his flushed cheeks and arm visibly working overtime to stroke himself fast, eyebrows going from furrowed to looking almost concerned. his puffed breaths began to end with whines, the sounds mixing with the noises from his dick against his hand to create something no less than pornographic. 

you bit your lip and let it go, biting back a wicked smile. “you’re so quiet, haechannie. are you gonna cum?”

and he couldn’t pinpoint what was so hot about that in the moment, just so overcome with arousal at your words that it was nearly unbelievable. it was partially the petname, considering you rarely called him that in the first place, but more than anything he felt almost slapped in the face with reality. all of his previous fantasies involved him dominating you in some way - pinning you down, calling you names, being rough - but this entire time, you’d been in complete control of him.

it was almost comical, actually, the irony. you’d been in control of him even when he imagined those things considering his secretivity, but now you were especially putting him in his place. everything you were doing was in mockery, testing his self control while also showing him how utterly pathetic it all was. he could feel the embarrassment and shame despite it being supressed by his lust, and your question pulled it all to the front, making him vulnerable to your amusement.

he came harder than he had in a very long time. his eyes screwed shut as he whined high and loud, ears ringing loudly as the strong wave traveled through his body. it felt like it lasted an hour, and he felt numb and tingly when he finally came down, goosebumps all over his skin.

his vision was off in hue when he first opened his eyes, giving himself a moment to catch his breath and let the static dissipate. however, when he finally calmed down and looked to his screen to apologize to you or something, all he saw was an open text conversation between the two of you. 

you had hung up on him.

a/n: sorry for the abrupt ending i just got tired of writing this hsjdnkn also please leave me feedback!! i appreciate anything but reviews in tags are so lovely and awesome and if you can do it then please do!!

Even tho you didn't know, most of his mates were jealous of your relationship. Not the evil type of jealousy. They just looked forward to having someone like Haechan has you. It never reached your ears, but the boys were always commenting with Haechan how lucky he was to find someone like you. You didn’t push him, you didn’t pressure him or demanded things that were obviously out of his reach (the little time you had with him for example). Most people weren't ready to accept that. The ones who joined so far always got away broken hearteds. But you stayed and didn't seem to have any pretensions to leave. From the other’s eyes, you were ready to face it all for the boy and be the perfect girlfriend, barely any friction happened in your relationship. You were a full giver when it comes to Haechan. Yuta said once he regretted his life being too shy to walk to you, instead, Haechan shamelessly started flirting with you. And he owned you from that first moment.

You never lied to yourself, he wasn't the first to impress you that day. He wasn’t really your type. A little too boyish even tho he was around your age. You looked for the other ones Johnny or maybe Jaehyun that you were expecting. And even tho all glances were directed to you from time to time, it was the younger boy who put himself into action. Later in that conversation, he confessed that they were trying to make it fair by walking to you and he ended up winning Johnny on jokenpo. He considered for a second before walking over to you. You were clearly a foreigner, but you didn't seem to be an outsider, so he probably wouldn't have to struggle with English and end up having to ask Johnny over to translate you to him. Luckily it went well as expected. Your Korean skills were as good as a native could be. It was the first thing he complimented about you. And then came many others.

You ended up falling for the boy. What harm would it make? You two already had the chance to get acquainted with each other, why be picky now? And even tho he wasn't your type, it was exactly the opposite in him that attracted you the most (probably after his thick thighs). The boyish innocent side of him. From your first encounter was also clear that it was just a pose. You learned that within only a few minutes of talking with him. The way he gave explicit looks to your mouth, when not your cleavage, and then when he started dirty talking to you after a few more drinks.

Your encounter with Haechan seemed for the better, to both of you. You probably wouldn't go on a trip of dating any of the boys who first interested you. Destiny is a weird thing.

Whenever they were playing, Johnny would be the one in charge of the playlist. But when you were in for the game you were ruling that part. Most of your playlists consisted of rap. That made Mark grow very close to you. In fact, all of the 127 team were fond of you. You weren’t good only to Haechan, but to all of them whenever they needed it. Like when Doyoung got sick and you treated him better than anyone could have. And the sympathetic conversations you had with Taeyong whenever the two of you found yourselves alone. And the inumerous meals prepared with Taeil. Haechan did get jealous sometimes, it even caused you two to fight. It was a one and only event. All it took was a conversation for Haechan to land back safely on planet Earth, where he knew you'd be always awaiting his return. He realized that you were, indeed, his and he wasn't afraid of losing you anymore. He was fully confident about this relationship, as much as you were.

You were playing for almost three hours now. It was you, Johnny, Yuta, Mark, Doyoung, and Haechan, who sat by your side at your place. You got bored of playing. You decided to roll a joint and smoke your boredom away. Not sure if it was a good idea. You sat by his side when you lit it so he’d smoke too. Smoke never made you crazy high, just eased your nerves and made you feel a little lighter from the exhausting routine. ‘Tho it did hit different sometimes and this was one of the very few times you actually wanted your boyfriend's attention to yourself. You had already died mostly out of lack of interest to play anymore. You couldn’t say that Haechan didn't cooperate with you. That's when you called out for him, he just asked to finish the match.

You didn’t really mind waiting. You just layed on your bed, enjoying the summer vibes of the song from your playlist that kept rolling, but then something caught your attention. Haechan half spun his chair whenever he was too excited doing quick moves. That's when your eyes laid on your doom — Haechan's thighs. You realized he didn't change today, as he usually does, into some shorts, that always get your attention too. But fuck whenever he showed up wearing tight jeans would drive you a bit insane (you can read a lot). Sometimes you thought that your love and adoration for him could actually make you go nuts. So many lewd things go through your mind, you can picture you two in one of your make-out sessions. That was enough to get you on your feet and walk towards him like a cat about to catch its prey.

And just like your approach, your next movements were swift not to disturb his game he barely eyed you when straddled him leaning your head on the crook of his neck, he could keep playing since he still towered over your cradled form on his lap. He figured you’d stay put, that you were merely being affectionate. Though the word to describe your situation wasn’t exactly this one.

He soon found out your real intentions when you started to ground yourself on his thigh as much as you could, rubbing your clothed core on his ripped jeans. You let out a deep sigh when you found the right position. Haechan gave you a deadly stare. He didn’t want to express himself just to be asked by the others what was all that about. He didn’t know what were you up to. And to be honest, neither did you. But since you guys barely go out for fun, why not make it fun when you’re home? But then he just deviated his attention back to the game. You wouldn’t give in to it. Other than the computer game, you were just playing another one, consisting of who would give in first.

“Hyuk” You whined aloud for him to listen through the headset. You were back grinding on him, your legs completely attached to his body. He tried to cover the mic but it was too late, everyone on the other side of the line had heard you. They went deadly quiet almost like they were holding their breaths. The only sound was the inviting r&b playlist you played.

“What the fuck are you doing?” No matter how hard he tried, everyone could still hear you two.

“I just...” your tone was the softest any of the boys — except for Haechan — had never heard before. You didn’t know what you were going to say. What if Haechan gets mad at you for doing that in front of his friends? Lucky for you, your savior came to the rescue.

“You guys know we can hear you, right?” Your face was so close to Haechan’s that it was easy to distinguish Doyoung’s question.

Haechan raised his brows at you in a silent “what do we do now". You raised your head from his shoulder and Haechan turned his attention back to the game once again thinking that you were putting an end to this, but instead, you catch his mic bringing it closer to your mouth.

“Yes, we know you can hear us and well.. anyone who doesn’t want to hear it, just shut it off. Including my precious boyfriend, if he doesn’t want you guys to hear us, then he can always quit the match.” Haechan’s eyebrows were perked once again. He knew the final choice was his, and as the shameless bastard he was, he kept playing nonchalant, and just like as you could see on the monitors, everyone else kept playing too.

Then it was your turn to keep up with your onslaught on Haechan. You went back to ride his thigh. Usually, you weren’t much vocal, that you left for Haechan. But the fact that you had spectators on the other side of the line induced you to let out soft moans against his skin whenever you weren’t kissing him, on the sides of his neck and his jawline. You loved being up close to him, he was just too beautiful, and he loved the attention.

Haechan was trying with all the parts of his brain that weren’t thinking about the wetness he could evidence whenever your parts got in contact with his skin through the ripped jeans. That, and the fact that his best friends were all listening, the match was never this quiet, everyone wanted to hear you, to get a piece of you. He was well aware that the boys held an attraction for you. They couldn’t picture accurately what was happening on this side of the line. But Haechan wanted them to know exactly what was happening, make them jealous for not having you as he did. He kept playing, but he was ready to join your game too.

First, the only thing they could hear was your soft moans and Haechan cursing under his breath. Then, things started to escalate, they could now hear the dirties Haechan talked to you. All that without taking their eyes off the screen. The call would come down if they lost the match, and they didn’t want to lose.

“Shit, I haven’t even touched you and you’re soaking my pants” He paused, and he could hear a heavy breath and a curse through the headphones, he knew they’d have a clearer picture of what you were doing right now, “Mind to tell me what were you thinking?” You never stopped your motion, your hands clenching on his t-shirt.

“You already know" you answered in between your breaths, almost too low for the others to hear.

“But they don’t" You knew your boyfriend was a shameless bastard, but you didn’t think he’d enjoy it this much, enough to actually put up a show for his friends.

You humpfed not wanting to deviate your attention from the mild friction you were getting from humping his thigh, and for a millisecond, Haechan took his hand from the mouse and pulled your hair by the roots, getting a cry out of you, making you face him. His expression was deadly serious. You were in for it, now you deal with the consequences.

“Babe” you cried out leaning your face so your mouth was just under the mic. “You just looked sooo good on these jeans.. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Ahh..” He said as if he already didn’t know that you were crazy about his thighs, but what came later exposed how familiar he was with your taste. “So, what do you like better, ride me like this, or when I hold you between them until you’re choking on my dick?”, you actually heard what he said, but you got lost in the thought of it. He seemed to notice cause he shook his shoulder in order to make you get out of your trance. But he didn’t give you the time to answer “wow, you were thinking of it weren’t you?” you nodded fiercely, “I’ll give you everything you want, just finish yourself first”

You did as he said, you kept grinding on him, and even tho he tried to play cool, he started to grow on his trousers. You took your hand from his shoulder and landed it on his hardening member, massaging it over the layers of clothes that still covered him. Your other hand played and pulled the hair behind his neck while you licked and sucked on his soft spots. But you got eager and you wanted more, now. And you knew exactly what it took to make Hyuck break.

Just like his thighs were your doom, his were your breasts. He wasn’t much into exhibitionism or insanely horny to fuck you in the dorms. Those were rare occasions. The only times he'd initiate intimate activities, he'd go for your boobs, if not massaging them, he’d have his mouth on them on any chance he had. You gave up wearing bras the day Taeyong knocked on the door of the room Haechan shared with Jaehyun, you didn’t mind opening the door yourself, but then you wished you hadn’t. Taeyong was standing there, with your lacy bra in hand. “I believe this is yours?” he had said and you wanted to vanish from the face of the earth.

Anytime you two were alone, whether there were people in the dorm or not, Haechan would have his mouth on them. He’d either pull the collar of your loose shirts enough for him to savor them, or he’d pull it up to your chest. You already had a list on your mind of how many of them witnessed the act. Mark walked in on you once, which made him freak out and ghost you for almost a week, not even looking in your face when you came over. You had to confront him to bring your best friend back. Once it was Taeil, who got tomato red at the sight and apologized to you a zillion times in between the scolding with your boyfriend. Yuta was a freak, you didn’t expect any other reaction besides the one he had, which was to stay watching for a good couple of minutes before presenting himself, he still had the audacity to compliment your tits. That nearly made Haechan go insane and snap his neck. He refused to leave you alone in his company after that. And Jaehyun, who you lost count of how many times he witnessed it. But he had a clear picture in his head from the time Haechan lapped so much that they got impossibly wet. When you pulled your shirt back down, the white cloth became transparent. He did enjoy the sight as much as he could since you two didn’t seem to notice it. When you watched movies with the rest of the group, his hands would always sneak up to them smoothing and groping them. It happened so often that the others got used to it and gave up trying to hold back the menace, and so did you. Dare you to say no to him, he’d get mad, sulking for as long as he could. He was a manipulative jerk.

One second was all it took for him to let go of the mouse and the keyboard when you pulled your shirt over your head. He was all over you. The only thing he minded to do was moving the mic away from his face before he came down ravishing on them letting out loud groans against your skin. You not being much vocal was the total opposite of Hyuck, he’d let out the most beautiful sounds, just like his honey voice when he was singing, sweetness poured out of his mouth as much as dirty in your moments of intimacy. You absolutely loved it.

Having his mouth all over your sensitive nipples, sucking and kneading on them was all that was left for you to come while still riding his thigh, failing to contain a soft moan. You didn’t have a doubt that you left a trace of yourself on his jeans. He held you still, his arms around your form, and kissed you for the first time since you started to make out, or whatever you should call that. Now you were a moaning mess. You couldn’t help yourself when you were kissing him, not like that.

Realization of the fact that there were people listening to you only came when you broke the kiss, leaving pecks all over his jawline, and threaded your fingers through his hair. Hitting the headset that was still on. You chuckled a little and pulled the mic down to your mouth, keeping close so you could hear their reactions. It was a pity that you weren’t paying attention to them before.

“Well boys, I guess you've lost the game.” You bit your lower lip while Hyuck kept smiling at your actions.

“Like hell we did.” You were shocked to hear Mark, out of all the boys, Mark saying that. He seemed to regret it the moment he opened his mouth because he went back deadly silent.

“Yeah, sorry to let you know, but we’re still playing, even tho your boyfriend couldn’t handle whatever it was that happened in the middle.” Johnny came to the rescue and you turned your head to get a glimpse of the monitors, they really were still playing. Guess you weren’t over then. And the tent on your boyfriend’s pants told you the same.

“I bet 50,000 ₩ that she took her shirt off.” You heard Yuta say and snickers followed close.

“Nakamoto, do you want to die?” Hyuck said in a threatening tone. And you heard Yuta telling him to chill.

“Are you guys gonna keep playing or not?” Everyone was surprised to hear Doyoung’s voice. But they quietly waited for an answer.

“Well, I’m fine with it.” You said and shrugged your shoulders, “You?” you directed the question to your boyfriend.

“More than fine, we were just getting started anyways.” He gave you a peak on the lips just to reassure you. “Now, can you guys keep the match going?” You heard exasperated affirmation noises.

You were more than ready to keep the action going. Hyuck kept lapping on your breasts and since he was finally free from the match, he could now touch you. He slipped his fingers inside your panties and as expected, he found you almost dripping.

“Shit, did you get this wet for showing off to my friends? Are you that much of a slut?” His fingers playing with your entrance were the only thing you were focused on. “I asked you a question.” He pinched your nipple hard occasionating you to shrink down on his other hand.

“Fuck yes, yes!” Your voice came out of your tone, but then you said it louder so they all would hear.

“Good. Now I have a game for you.” Oh-oh, you knew nothing that would come out of your boyfriend’s mouth would be good. Haechan liked to take things to the extreme, being the competitive fucker he was. He felt you tense up, not looking into his eyes. You started this mess, now you deal with the consequences. He kept his hand inside your panties, still only teasing you and playing with your clit. However, his other hand came around your form and started to soothe your back, very softly. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s just a silly game. All you have to do is tell everyone what would you do to them if they were in my place. Tell’em what you like about them. Then you get a treat.” You were looking into his eyes, and you knew he was being serious. You looked down as if you could run away from this mess. This time Hyuck took both of his hands to cup your face and kissed you intimately, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. He was well aware that you couldn’t say no to him, and he never felt sorry to take advantage of it. He broke the kiss and took the fingers that he had inside your panties to your mouth. They were still sticky from your juices and you obliged to it, sucking on them. “You can start now,” he seemed to be giving a thought tho, before saying “by age order, come on now.” You looked incredulously at him. But he just hooked his hand inside your panties once again while his mouth came back to your breasts.

He inserted one finger inside you, well aware that it wasn’t much, but he pushed all the way in, easily hitting your soft spot. You were enjoying the motion, your eyes closed trying to focus only on this, but it didn’t take long for him to bring you back to the game by giving a sharp bite on your mound. You moaned loudly, in fact, you nearly screamed, and he licked on the bite to soothe the pain.

“Joh-Johnny — fuck —” You couldn’t deny to yourself that you thought of them like this, never when you were with Hyuck, but like when you saw them shirtless, drenching with sweat after a match, you did have some sinful thoughts. “Johnny I like your broad shoulders and I'd love to ride you while holding onto them. You are so fucking big.” You could actually picture the scene in your head, it wasn’t hard at all. That made your pussy clench around Haechan’s finger. Begging him for more.

“Hyung, her pussy tells me that she seems to really like you.” You couldn’t hear them anymore and that was probably for the best.

Every single one of them was struggling on their sits. If they lost the match, then the real game would be over. They are sure they’ll have blue balls by the end of this insanity. Nevertheless, none of them wanted to give in.

He inserted another finger but still wasn’t enough. When it came from him, you'd never get enough or tired of it. But you still hummed in pleasure.

“Alright, you know who comes next.” Hyuck talked to you in the sweetest tone.

“Yuta..” His name spilled out of your mouth almost as a moan. Your eyes shut close, Haechan kept his motions on your body, and now you pictured the boy with a beautiful smile, who looked like he came straight out of an anime. However, you knew better than to fool yourself by his looks. “I know you'd do the most sinful things to me, I'd let you do it all to me.” Yuta was all smiles on the other side of the call. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Maybe the little menace of his group did deserve some rights after all.

Haechan was somehow affected by it all, your words, your body on top of his, and the hisses of his friends on his ears trying to restrain themselves. He was enjoying the entire situation. It wasn’t really hurtful to hear you. He and everyone else knew that unless he gave a free pass to it, none of that would ever happen. Although he still planned to punish you for it.

His third finger slide in, driving you even higher. Hyuck knew you could take it just fine. There was a mild scratch, you held his forearm to stop his motions, an innocent act caused by your reflex. His fingers were already moving, touching your soft spot with a torturing pace.

“You’re so tight, babe.” He took his mouth off your sensitive nipples to kiss you. His tongue tangled with yours, you two let out suppressed moans through the kiss, and you had to take deep breaths after you broke the kiss. This whole time you've been bouncing on his fingers that were deep inside you. You had almost forgotten your task but then, he told you to keep going.

Next “Doyoung-ssi,” his name came out like a moan and you clenched so hard your legs pressed Hyuck's sides. That was the most entertained he looked so far, he even let out a shocked ‘wow'. What could you do? “You look so pretty I could come just by watching you.”

Haechan took one of his fingers out of you and you cried out in response. You thought for a moment that maybe you've done something wrong. On the other hand, Hyuck was shoving a finger of the other hand on your mouth and you sucked on it just like you've done before, wet enough for him, he laced his arm around your waist, his hand landed on your asscheek, and drove his finger to your rim, teasing your entrance. You knew he’d only plug into you after you were finished.

Well, you were wrong, because the second you were about to spill Mark's name he started to insert his finger on you, but very slowly. He was playing hard with you. He wanted to see if you had the nerves to keep going, but you would not give in.

“Mark,” You put so much effort to talk that your voice came out desperately quick, you took a deep breath and Hyuck took advantage of it sliding his finger further past his first knuckle massaging your insides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head but when your voice came this time it was in a purr “Mark, sweetie, you’re such a talented boy.. I’d love to see what your mouth can do.” Mark’s brain stopped in his tracks and he nearly died in the match, if not for Johnny covering his ass.

Now you could breathe properly. You wanted to kill Haechan for exposing you like this, but it was the least you had to worry about.

“Since we’re sharing today, I'll tell them a secret about you,” Haechan said casually and you glared at him. No good would come out of his mouth, that you knew. “Well, my dearest girlfriend loves to get her ass ruined.” Johnny let out an exasperated sound, he could easily be ripping his hair off right now. “Yeah, that’s right. In fact, I bet she’d love to get dicked down by two of us, what do you think?”

Haechan’s mouth was back on your nipple, innocent eyes looking up at you as if he wasn’t expressing the dirtiest desires you had. Your hand tugged hard on the back of his sand hair, and he smiled against your skin. He had you in every way. The mere thought of having him and another one fucking you just like his fingers were now expelled your second orgasm, hitting harder than the first one. Your sounds expliciting to the others what just happened. Yuta was biting his lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood, imagining being the one to join you two.

“That much, huh?” He removed his fingers from you, wrapping both arms around your waist pulling you down so you'd be face to face with him and deposited a kiss on your temple. You hated him for being so lewd and so sweet at the same time. After a moment to take a deep breath, you were ready to keep going.

“Shut it, it’s your turn now.” It was Haechan’s turn to wrinkle on his seat. He was mean making you look like a whore in front of his friends and he knew you could be as mean as him. But he didn’t really pay any mind to it. In fact, he smirked at you, loosening his arms from your grip and crossing them behind his head.

He watched your every move, as you stood up from his lap and swiftly pulled back the messy hair that framed your face. His eyes deviating from your breasts for a change, your hands landed on his thighs, stroking them carefully not to touch him yet. You leaned forward and kissed him before you sink to your knees.

Your fingers easily undid his belt and he merely moved his hips up for you to take him off his trousers.

“Seems like the idea of sharing didn’t just excite me.” You sing sang loudly.

“That’s news; you were never good at sharing.” Doyoung was talking nonchalantly as if you were talking about sharing a chocolate bar, and not one of his best friend’s girlfriend.

Haechan shut his eyes closed, meditating not to shut down the computer right away. Honestly, you had no idea this would carry so far, and even less how the fuck did they have the stomach to keep playing in the middle of all this. You couldn’t hear what was happening on the other side of the monitors, but you noticed your boyfriend seemed annoyed by something.

“Babe, look at me.” You said in the sweetest tone, but it was a clear command. Which he complied right away.

Any sign of annoyance dissipated in the second your mouth was on him, sucking eagerly at precum stained tip. It was almost immediate how his moans dripped like honey from his mouth and into your ears.

Your first pace was easy, taking your time to savor him inch by inch before you took it all in. Hyuck didn’t seem to want to be much compliant to it, his fingers threading through your hair harshly, scratching your scalp.

You never minded give in control to him, even tho you were a control freak. Indeed, it was the best trace of loyalty you could offer him. That you wouldn’t give in to anyone except for him.

In a matter of seconds, he was buried in your mouth ‘til the hilt. You did your best trying to focus on keeping your tongue down and not on the fact that your brain was starting to miss oxygen. The gurgling wet sounds that filled the room also filled the ears of the members that listened to the two of you, making them unbelievably harder. It felt great to have the chance of picturing your pretty lips laced around them without feeling the guilt of doing it.

Your nails sunk into his thighs when his hand came down to the front of your neck to feel his dick down your throat. Tears began to spill from the corner of your eyes but your boyfriend was too much into it to notice. You were close to passing out when he pulled you completely off of him.

You coughed hard, spit coming out of your mouth and nose dripping on your tits making half of your face shiny. You felt disgusting, as much as you looked, but your boyfriend always had the time of his life with you looking like that.

“Sorry.” He said acting cute with a smirk on his face that complied with the fact that he wasn’t even slightly sorry. That got him to hear snickers through the headset. This was so Haechan-like.

Over past his ability to control himself further about those who were hearing, he took the headset off, dropping it by the table. You eyed him with the greatest admiration as he shook his head to conceal his hair, his bangs parted in the middle framing his face in a way that made him look even more attractive. He smiled genuinely at you when he caught you staring right before resuming to the brutal pace he kept gliding your head up and down on his length.

When his breath became ragged and his moans reached higher pitches you knew he was close. He came into your mouth murmuring curses under his breath. In addition, you swallowed the moisture as you were used to by now.

Haechan took deep breaths, seeming kinda out of himself before bending down and kissing you, immediately lacing his tongue on yours in an incredibly wet kiss.

A sudden shift in the lightning took you guys out of your moment and looking back you let out a small laugh as the monitors shined in bright colors that indicated the win of your team. Not moving from your place on top of Haechan, who was back focusing on what he liked the most, your boobs, you scratched your arm to take the headset and put it on.

“Congratulations boys, seems like you guys won after all.” Everyone was surprised to hear your purred voice through their headsets, and they were too stunned to speak, so you just followed “Good night and sweet dreams.” Haechan shut the computer off with his feet not minding actually turning it off.

You gave him a final kiss before standing up. When he noticed you were about to flee, he took you by your wrist. You turned to face him offering him a sweet ‘hmm?’ in advance to know what was the motion about. He had his pretty dark eyes turned up at you, first, he seemed innocent, and right after he had the devil’s eyes.

“You didn’t think we were over, did you?” He stood up dangerously close, towering over you, and started to push you in until the back of your knees hit the end of the bed. His palm displayed on your chest shoved you to the mattress. He pulled his shirt over his head and you eyed him from head to toe. You’d never get over the experience of it. His tanned skin shined with stripes of sweat. Looking down you saw him already hard again. Apparently, you were in for a long night. Not that you were complaining.

Haechan fucked you like never before. You two have gone wild before, but never this much. You were afraid your soul would detach from your body by now. His hard trusts and tight grip on your waist were certainly going to leave you sore and bruised in the morning. But you couldn’t care less. Your boyfriend seemed to be in a drunk-hazed state not seeking release, but reassurance over the fact that you were his.

He was railing into you in a rather tiring position, your bodies sticked to each other, no space left in between other than when he pulled back before pushing into you again. Your nails sunk into his shoulders ripping the flesh beneath them, his bangs were now completely wet dancing on his forehead. The lewd sounds of your thighs slapping together was so loud that you two could barely hear each other.

Your pussy ached when he drew out of you. You didn’t have time to complain or react in any way, he was already standing and manhandling you to the end of the bed, spreading your legs wide and placing himself in between them before penetrating you again, this time on your ass. He kept the same brutal pace but now he was hitting something new. You were experiencing a new sensation. He was mildly alarmed when your moans got louder than ever, but it faded when he noticed you were in the same state as him. Your eyes shut closed in contrast to your mouth opened ajar.

It felt so good, for both of you. Haechan was more turned than ever to see you like that. You’d say you were a full giver when it comes to him, but you couldn’t deny that he’d never leave you on hanging either. His pace became erratic and the cream from your pussy collected by the hilt of his shaft occasioned him drift out of you unintentionally. It was the end for you. The strange feeling that had been building in the depts of your stomach washed itself out of you spraying your bodies. It was all it took to make your boyfriend come, pumping his dick spilling inside you making your blood boil in arousal.

Both your breaths came out of you in ragged huffs. Haechan almost tripped when he pulled away from you, so he just threw himself back to the bed. It took a few seconds for you two to roll around and fit yourselves into each other’s arms. He kissed you kindly and smiled in between.

“That was fucking amazing.” You giggled at his enthusiasm.

“Mind to tell me why were you trying to kill me with your dick?” He snuggled you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“You kinda deserved that, you know right?” You humpfed at his muffled words.

The steady rhythm of his breath told you that he was already passed out. Your fingers threaded through his hair occasioning him to hum in his slumber. So sweet, almost as if he hadn’t just tried to fuck your brains out.

You knew that it wasn't going to be easy after you got caught by Haechan while watching his fancams last week, but you didn't know it was going to be this hard. He just won't stop pestering you about it. But are you planning on telling him the truth about you having a bad day and watching his fancams for a pick-me-up though? Nope. So, you do the same thing most people in love with their best friend do. You deny it with all your might.

Nonetheless, you can't seem to get rid of him no matter what you say as he keeps tailing you around the house whining about it nonstop. "I literally saw it with my own eyes, y/n," Haechan insists, "there was a whole playlist with my fancams on repeat."

"I don't know what you're talking about, it was on autoplay," you answer, feigning nonchalance.

"You're impossible," he says, shaking his head in absolute disbelief, you are lying through your teeth. Why wouldn't you just admit? It was driving him crazy.

No, he cannot know that you have a crush on him. Period. He will never let you live it down otherwise. You're also not going to give him the satisfaction of saying, 'I knew it'. You do love Haechan with all your heart, but you also acknowledge the fact that he's a pain in the ass that loves annoying you to no bounds.

"So, you think I'm beautiful, huh?" he chuckles, back at it again the next day, teasing you and you want nothing more than to wipe that smug look off of his face. But you don't deny this one thing though, you do think he is beautiful. He's actually the prettiest boy you've ever laid your eyes upon and he somehow keeps getting prettier as time goes on. It's really that or you're just blinded by love. You're not sure, but you might have let it slip while watching his fancams and now you know he has heard it too. "You're staring again, y/n," he remarks, slowly slipping his hand into yours and interlocking your fingers, his eyes soft although piercing.

"You have something stuck on your face, you clumsy baby," you act like you're helping him wipe away the said 'something' while brushing off the butterflies swarming in your stomach.

That's the other thing. As annoying as he can be, he can also be pretty flustering. He does not understand the concept of personal space. You've always appreciated how quick he was to give you a hug when you were feeling low or how he held your hand when you were scared watching a horror movie, but that was all in the past. As your crush on him kept blooming, all this intimacy kept getting too much to handle.

Gone were the days when you'd call him, asked him to come over and cuddle with you. Nowadays, all you want is for him to stay away from you. A simple, loving gaze and a caring, tender touch from him is capable of unleashing a plethora of emotions in every single fragment of your mind, body and soul and you just don't want to deal with all of it yet. You actually don't know how to.

You need distance. Yes, some distance from him and from the thoughts you have when you're around him might do you some good. But when you do try to get away, he doesn't let you go. He stops you by gently tugging on your wrist and pulling you close. You turn around to see him looking at you expectantly with sincere, yet playful eyes and you know that he is reveling in the dilemma and uncertainty you have around him. He's smart, he has noticed it and he's definitely not letting it go unsaid. You just hope it won't change the course of your friendship, because you're not sure if you're ready for that. So you beat him to it, "Let me go, Haechan. You know that I'm never going to admit to watching your fancams right?" You're both as stubborn as mules and he knows that.

Alas, all your denial does nothing to dissuade him as he continues teasing you, bustling with confidence, "deny it all you want, but I know you have a crush on me," winking at you with a smirk, flustering you even more. He's not wrong, but you aren't going to admit defeat, yet.

“oh, he definitely likes you.”

you groaned in exaggerated frustration and let your body fall forward in your seat, forehead making contact with the cafeteria table. you heard yeri giggle across from you.

your freshman year of college started off strong. as strong as it could, anyway, with different members of your friend group convincing you to go with them to drink, party, or smoke every other week. you felt like you had a good healthy balance between productivity and fun. sometimes due dates came quicker than you thought, and you would pull an all-nighter to finish 2 day's worth of work in an hour, but you made it out alive in the end. even if you felt dead inside.

it was all working well until you met lee donghyuck.

donghyuck was loud and witty and gorgeous. he had a way of holding people’s attention, cracking jokes or making stupid comments that were only really funny because he was the one who said it. he started attending your shared cinematography class way too late into the semester, yet he was smart and creative as hell from the projects you’d seen him submit.

you, however, didn’t let yourself enjoy the experience of crushing on donghyuck because of the promise you made to yourself: no boys this year. dating in high school was a shitshow for you; too many empty promises and too much manipulation, and your grades slipped along with your sanity. it was exhausting, and you weren’t gonna sabotage your opening year of college by letting some guy cloud your thoughts. so you avoided donghyuck; tried not to make eye contact, tried not to check him out so much… tried not to look at him period. it all kinda failed.

yeri thought all of that was bullshit, of course, because “you literally had to write essays hours before your class started ‘cus you were with me and the guys getting high. you don’t really care about that, be real.”

so yeah, maybe you just emotionally closed yourself off. you still weren’t going to go out of your way to interact with donghyuck.

unfortunately, your professor decided the two of you would be perfect partners for a short film project so you had no choice.

he was the one who introduced himself first, all glowy skin and pretty smile and fluffy hair. the palm of his hand was soft but firm when you shook it. he smelled like whatever beachy bodywash he used and you tried not to drool at him while he shared his ideas with you in the last ten minutes of class. at that point you knew there was no saving you.

what really convinced you that you were done for was how quickly the two of you hit it off. a few meetups were all it took, your ideas bouncing off each other as you both enthusiastically got your creative juices flowing, and then you were friends. suddenly donghyuck was in every setting - the cafeteria, the hallways, the library - and as you became designated study buddies, his personality showed its depths.

he liked to poke fun at you over small things (your tone of voice when you tried to prove a point, the food you chose in the cafe, the music you liked, etc), but he was also caring. he’d ask if you needed help on any other subjects, carry art supplies for you, and offer to pay for your food.

you’d noticed about a week after meeting his close circle of friends that he didn’t do those things with them, though, and asked yeri, your closest friend, what she thought about that.

“yeah.. i’m sorry girl, but as someone who’s known hyuck for years, he’s literally an asshole like ninety-five percent of the time. this is honestly hilarious and i will be making fun of him for it.”

you lifted your head off the table with a heavy sigh and looked up to the busy cafeteria’s ceiling as if it’d give you some insight on what to do. “god, i’m so… we were doing fine! like i literally have a crush on him right now but the only thing that was keeping me sane was knowing he didn’t feel the same way.”

yeri continued to apply her makeup using a handheld mirror. she, luckily, didn’t have any classes after lunch for the day and was likely going to spend the rest of her friday with sooyoung. “he must be feeling something ‘cus even the teasing you described isn’t nearly as annoying as it usually is.”

“i mean, surely he’s not just a jerk.”

she gave you a look then huffed a laugh and shook her head. “sure, he can be sweet once every blue moon. he’s never fussed about driving us places, i’ll give him that. he just acts like a little brother to me.”

you practically felt the crush on him brewing into something bigger and more unbearable every time you talked about him. although he was really hot, you did genuinely like him as a person and you didn’t want to end up ruining what you had. “i really don’t know what to do. how am i supposed to control myself, now? just the way he talks sometimes makes me all.. you know.”

yeri pretended to gag. “please don’t talk about him like that near me,” satisfied with her face, she looked up from her mirror and not a second later something behind you caught her eye. “oh, speaking of the devil.”

“heyy girls,” donghyuck walked up to your booth with a very big camera and yeri smiled and nodded to him in greeting. he plopped down next to you and placed the camera right into your lap. your heart raced at how close he was. he pretended not to hear the squeak you let out. then, after noticing the pause, “you guys talking shit about me or something?”

“yes.” you and yeri said it in unison and you both laughed when he pretended to be offended. “what’s with the big heavy camera in my lap, hyuck?”

his excitement made itself known as he spoke. “renjun’s letting us borrow it since his final has him in the theatre. we were looking through the place earlier and found it with some other equipment so i kinda bribed him to let us use it.. it’s super cool.” he pulled out his phone to show some already-downloaded pictures and clips in his camera roll of what it’s capable of. you were honestly blown away.. it all looked straight from a movie.

yeri gave you an amused look. “you know.. you guys are both so geeky. i wonder why you didn’t become friends sooner.”

you knew from her tone and the way she pointedly looked at you what she was getting at with that statement. yeri was just as sweet and adorable as she was mischievous, and while that’s one of the things you liked about her, you couldn’t help the annoyance at her indirect jab at you. just as you were thinking of a response, donghyuck spoke. “you should come over later so we can test it out.”

your eyes widened. you’d never been to each other’s dorms, just meeting up in common - public study spots. and now that you knew he probably liked you back there was no way for the experience to be tension-free... on your part at least. yeri tried to muffle a laugh but it didn’t work.

studying with hyuck was already hard sometimes. he’d drink from a water bottle and watching his throat bob would be enough to make your mind fuzzy for longer than a moment. or his arm would brush against yours and butterflies would erupt all the way from your stomach to your chest. once, he decided to play a game of basketball with jeno before showing up, and you could swear being right across from his sweaty sun kissed body was going to drive you nuts. the idea of being alone with him in the comfort and privacy of his home was way more exciting than you wanted it to be.

you hoped you were playing off your shock well. “uh, sure. just text me the details after lunch?” your voice wavered regardless, and you cringed internally.

he nodded and walked off to grab something to eat, not without shoving your shoulder before he left for literally no reason. you could feel the smile on your face grow and bit your lip.

it was going to be an interesting day.

—

turns out donghyuck didn’t live in a dorm complex like most students, instead shared rent with mark, jeno, and jaemin in a cheap little house off campus. it made sense, the art school you all attended had so much to offer yet all the money they collected never really seemed to reach the dorm life. there wasn’t much space and the beds sucked, the cafeteria a ridiculous twenty-minute walk away from the buildings. it overall ended up cheaper and more convenient to split rent amongst four people and take turns driving to campus.

with that being said, the house was a mess, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. it didn’t necessarily stink (although the air had a hint of the familiar warm scent of weed, the kind that settled into furniture and you can’t quite get rid of), but it was cluttered and almost disastrous looking. while they seemingly had the decency to throw out food, they must not have had the same decency to put away anything else; shoes, clothes, bottles, textbooks, art supplies.. so many art supplies - you wondered how they knew where anything was. the living room tv played some youtube playlist of r&b music videos with no one in the room and you fought the urge to search for the remote yourself.

donghyuck’s shared room however, was very tidy compared to the main area of the house, and you assumed the kitchen and living room was just everyone’s communal workspace. his belongings seemed organized (surprisingly, considering his spontaneous personality), and you felt more at ease. you ended up sitting together on a large fluffy rug that accessorized his floor.

the requirement of your short film was that it had to be a visual study of your partner, whether that be an interview or a short documentary, it just had to be visual. the two of you decided to do both in one, as well as contribute some drawn graphic art into the editing to make it a partially animated piece in the end. in another meet-up you’d already colorfully written letters on pieces of paper, moved them around, and taken pictures of them to create the animation. you just had to start recording each other.

you’d realized you kinda overdressed when you arrived and saw donghyuck in sweats and a hoodie. you needed to showcase your true selves in the video, and while it wasn’t necessarily uncommon for you to wear a denim miniskirt and lacy cropped cami, it was one of your better outfits saved for outings. you had on an unzipped large hoodie for the breeze outside, so hyuck didn’t notice your top right away, but you saw the way his eyes flicked to your legs repeatedly when he gave you a mini tour of the place.

he set his bulky cinema notebook between the two of you and started flipping through it, looking for the pages with notes from the most recent classes. printed pictures and taped-in polaroids made the thing look a mess, but it endeared you, the amount of passion and thought hyuck put into art and photography.

he noticed your fidgeting. “you want something to drink? we have like, tons of soda.”

you hummed a no and stood up. “i’ll just start setting up the camera.”

“whatever you say.”

so far your visit had been almost as tense as you thought it’d be, fewer words spoken between the two of you than usual, and the only thing making things easier was the distant music from the living room tv. his room smelled so much like him, the beachy bodywash suddenly warm and strong in your nose and you figured he had the same scent in cologne. all those moments where each other’s presence felt like fire igniting (lingering looks when passing by, hugs lasting a few seconds too long, not moving away when you accidentally touch hands, arms, legs), felt like they’d been leading up to this; you in donghyuck’s room freshly showered and pampered with excitement bubbling in you, it felt way too similar to a hook up.

you could feel donghyuck’s eyes burning into you while you moved around. “so,” you pulled apart the legs of the tripod, “i assume this is our backdrop?”

hyuck looked to the heavily decorated wall you gestured towards and nodded, his mind visibly elsewhere. it wasn’t quite the white backdrop you had in mind but you figured it added character with all the pictures of him and his friends along with album covers and stuff. it probably should’ve been used for his segment of the video only, but you weren’t really thinking about anything that deeply at this point. your attention was mainly on donghyuck and the way he looked, soft and comfortable yet still as intimidating as usual.

he helped you put the actual camera on the stand and angle it, then played with the settings as you stood in front of the wall. you noticed how his roommate’s side of the room (mark, he told you) was relatively less neat than donghyuck’s and wondered if he just tidied everything up because you were coming. an exaggerated dreamy sigh pulled you out of your thoughts. “this thing is so fucking nice. really wish i could keep it.”

you smiled. what would he even need a big ass production camera for in his day-to-day life? you realized hyuck wasn’t just looking at the camera but you through it, and pursed your lips to keep from smiling bigger out of sheepishness. “let me know when you start recording.”

“i started, like, thirty seconds ago.”

“oh.”

he finally stepped aside from the settings on the camera but stayed within reach to zoom in or move it a bit when he felt necessary. you pulled a chair over and he started asking you questions, ones written and not shown to you during study sessions to keep each other’s answers authentic. the air in the room changed from loosely awkward to playful as you answered the very random questions. hyuck laughed at your responses and initiated friendly banter from behind the camera.

“what would you do with a million dollars? like if i handed you a million dollars right now what’s the first thing you’d do?”

you snorted. “i’d assume it’s all fake.”

hyuck rolled his eyes. “okay. then say you went and got it checked and it was all real. what are you doing with it?”

“buying anything i want, obviously.”

he tsked and flipped his paper to the next set of questions. “you could’ve said something meaningful, like donate it or something. you’re evil.”

you made a face at him while he messed with the camera a bit. the house was significantly warmer than the air outside and you were starting to feel it, so you shook your jacket off and threw it over to donghyuck’s bed. you took the chance to fix yourself up a bit, running your hands through your hair and adjusting both your top and skirt, rubbing your lips together to keep the lip gloss pigmented. your legs felt stiff so decided you’d rather stand, pushing the chair into the desk you pulled it from and standing back into place. there was a moment of silence and you looked up at donghyuck, just to see him already looking back at you. his playful smile was gone.

“you look really hot right now. just saying.”

your stomach flipped and your heart skipped before you even fully processed what he said. you had almost forgot about the butterflies and the tension and yet, it was back like it never left.

something in your expression made him laugh, the airy sound reminding you to breathe.. and to respond. “oh..”

a moment passed.

“sorry if that was crossing a line-”

“i promise you i don’t mind,” you interrupted, hands raised. “i just don’t know how to take compliments sometimes, i think. thank you.” then after a beat, “you look hot, too. like, all the time.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

you felt breathless. since when did you forget to say thank you after someone complimented you? donghyuck’s voice sounded almost seductive all of the sudden, and you were ready to throw all caution to the wind. just the fact that he was standing there looking and listening to you, adjusting the camera to focus on you better, and felt the need to compliment you.. you realized his attention had never been undivided on you this way before.

you were about to speak again, but he beat you to it. “do you.. consider yourself a risk taker?”

it made you pause, momentarily forgetting that he was even interviewing you in the first place. a risk taker? a very normal question in contrast to the other things he asked, yet it hit home in a way. it felt almost ironic considering the internal battle you’d been fighting since he entered your life, all to save yourself from some imaginary heartache. you did this with other things in your life, too; emotionally closing yourself off to avoid negative emotions, and while it never got bad enough to cause huge miscommunication issues, you missed out on a lot of great feelings and experiences.

“ooh you’re thinking hard about this one. it must’ve been good,” hyuck teased, and you couldn’t help the big shy smile that erupted on your face. he just had a way with words.

“i don’t think i’m a risk taker,” you decided. when he just hummed in response and waited for you to continue, you figured your emotions must just be visible in your face or something. “...but i want to be. i want to take risks.”

“then why don’t you?”

“it’s scary sometimes,” you shrugged.

“don’t be scared, then.”

you genuinely laughed, and maybe it was the way his chest tightened at the sound, or the way your eyebrow curved in disbelief, but he felt something in him snap suddenly. he stepped over to you, grabbed your face, and kissed you in one seamless motion.

your heart soared, his lips soft and strong against yours, and you grabbed his forearms to anchor yourself. the kiss winded you; the shock of it wearing off and into a simmer in your gut. it all felt so warm - his body heat having melted into the fabric of his hoodie, his hands on your face - and you leaned in closer, running your hands from his arms to his back and up near his shoulder blades.

the feeling of your hands on him made him kiss you deeper, hotter, and you moaned. his brain short circuited at the sound and feeling, humming and kissing you even harder. the room temperature rose rapidly as the kiss went from sweet to desperate, hands grabbing and groping at and around each other until yours brushed the skin under his hoodie. he broke the kiss to pull you over to his bed, laying back on it and guiding you to straddle him with his hands on your hips. you felt yourself become wetter at the light manhandling.

now on top of him, you leaned down to kiss him again, curling your hands into his hair. it all felt so right, any doubts or worries you had beforehand completely forgot about as you felt donhyuck’s bulge grow stiffer against you, body euphoric and mind hazy with nothing but his warmth and his softness and his smell.

you pulled back to admire his face, a red flush beginning to form on his skin and a shiny plump to his lips. you impulsively traced a finger through the slit in his brow (something you’d wanted to do for a while) and he laughed lightly, “you’re a good fucking kisser.”

you hummed in response and slowly started to grind on him, watching his eyes flutter shut as his breath stuttered. seeing him like this after so much time imagining what he’d look like - under you, above you, between your legs - made you feel hot all over. it was almost surreal. you sped up and huffed a laugh when he grunted.

“guess i’m in control here?”

“shut up.”

he rolled his own hips up a few times to meet yours and you moaned louder than you meant to, dipping down to mouth at the side of his neck to hide your embarrassment. he wanted to laugh but ended up hissing loudly when you bit and sucked at it, dick twitching in his pants.

was this a good idea? you didn’t know nor care, everything feeling too good, and neither did donghyuck it seemed, his hands pushing your already ridden-up pleated skirt even further to grab each of your ass cheeks and push you closer into him. his hands squeezed and kneaded, and after noticing your breath hitching against his neck he slapped one side, and you keened. the sound went straight to his dick, and he lightly pushed you off of him. you gave him a confused look.

“need you.” he explained. his breathing was labored, mind and body focused on the feeling of your weight on top of him.

you shook your head. “can i suck you off first?”

you felt him twitch again before his head fell back on the pillows. “god, you can’t just say things like that. i’m already not gonna last long.”

“so is that a yes?”

he looked up at you and just studied your face for a second, then playfully flicked your forehead when you gave him puppy eyes. “no, i totally don’t want head from the sexy girl in my bed right now. why would i want that?”

rolling your eyes at his sarcasm, you bit your lip and started making your way down. hyuck helped you pull his hoodie off as you reached the seam of it. the t-shirt underneath rode up his chest in the process and you left a couple kisses on the smooth skin of his lower stomach. his abdomen tensed up.

“oh, you’re sensitive..” you whispered hotly against his skin and he took a moment to respond, just staring down at you, his brain moving like slush.

“‘m just ticklish.”

“right.”

when you finally pulled his dick out it was fully hard and a red-ish purple at the tip. feeling the warm weight of it in your hand and seeing the trimmed hair at the base made everything feel so real all of the sudden; the cute funny guy from cinematography now underneath you, pretty and responsive waiting for you to make him feel good. you hummed and kitten licked at the tip, eyes flicking up to lock with his. his face was now fully flushed, hair all messed up from your fingers and being rubbed against his pillow.

you licked a long, slow stripe from the base to the tip, then loosened your throat and sunk down on him. the relieved moan he let out was the greatest enabler, and you tried your best to take all of him in. when you were at your limit, you started lightly bobbing your head and used your hand for whatever didn’t fit when you began to speed up.

donghyuck was nearly panting at this point, staring blankly down at you with his mouth agape. before he got too comfortable with the pace, you lifted up and kitten licked his tip again. his dick twitched.

“you ticklish here, too?” you joked.

he didn’t even respond, too lost in his pleasure. you felt his dick twitch again and his eyes screwed shut, so you removed him from your mouth and waited.

some time passed with hyuck just breathing, calming himself down. he opened his eyes and looked visibly flustered when he saw your smile.

“i’m not usually this sensitive, i swear,” his voice came out hoarse. “i’ve just been wanting to.. like, i’ve thought about you for a while. if you know what i mean.”

your heart stuttered at the confession. donghyuck, probably the least shy person you knew, wasn’t even able to tell you straight-foward that he’d imagined fucking you. “it’s really okay. i think it’s cute.”

he pouted. “i don’t wanna be cute, though. i wanna be sexy.”

you laughed and dipped down to lick at the spot right under the head of his cock, eyes never leaving his. his mouth parted and you smiled. “i promise you’re just as sexy as you are cute.”

your underwear was definitely soaked now, so you decided not to waste anymore time, biting your lip and moving back up to straddle. hyuck reached down and into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out a condom.

you snatched it from him. “you just carry these on you?”

he sucked his teeth. “of course not, i was just hoping. didn’t wanna have to stop and grab it from my dresser.”

you tried to hide a smile and shook your head in mock disappointment. his hand grabbed your wrist after you teared at the packaging for a second.

there was concern clear on his face. “we don’t have to do this, by the way. we don’t have to do anything.”

“i want to, hyuck. i wouldn’t be doing this if i didn’t want to,” the unsure look on his face didn’t budge so you continued, “do you want to?”

“hell yeah,” he scoffed. “you just looked put off by the whole condom-in-my-pocket thing.”

“oh, it’s not a problem. i just think you’re lazy.”

after you put the rubber on him, you flattened your hand on his chest and tried to use the other to move your underwear to the side, but he lightly slapped your hand away to replace it with his own. a rush of pleasure ran through you as he rubbed your clit over the fabric, feeling his larger fingers on your most sensitive spot for the first time. apparently the moan you let out sounded funny because he laughed, but your brain didn’t catch up to anything before he breathed “how the fuck are you this wet?”, and suddenly you were extremely impatient.

“please hurry up,” you whined, and surprisingly he didn’t make a comment about you begging. he got to work instead, pushing your underwear over and inserting a finger into you, free hand grabbing the back of your head to pull you down and kiss you again. the feeling of your hot wet walls around his finger set him off, and he wrapped his arm around you, flipped you both over, and gently placed you down so he could thrust it in and out. once you pushed your hips up and mumbled some jibberish (something that sounded like a jumble of “more” and “too slow”), he added a second finger then sat back on his knees to really look at you.

he felt almost dizzy. your eyebrows were furrowed and your skin was flushed, body still clothed yet moving like a wave from your abdomen to your hips against his hand, pushing into the pleasure he was giving you. you huffed out whimpers with most breaths, chest rising and falling giving donghyuck the tempting view of the lacy fabric of your top against the flesh of your boobs. he pushed in a third finger and used his other hand to lift your top up, grabbing a boob over the cup of your bra and squeezed.

you bit your lip, body buzzing. “hyuck.”

“hmm?”

you could feel yourself whining again but you didn’t care. “please just. i need you inside me,” the familiar winding-up in the pit of your stomach was coming way too soon.

the words ‘i need you inside me’ rung in donghyuck’s head as he looked at your pretty little skirt that’d been pushed up, your underwear that had been moved to the side, and the way your pussy took his fingers. your body layed there on his bed in his room, halfway clothed and desperate. he let out a shaky sigh. “i’m not gonna last long.”

you grabbed his wrist. “i don’t care. i’m not gonna last either.”

“you get all whiney and needy when you’re horny,” he teased, his wet fingers exiting you and indenting into your hip as he grabbed you and lined himself up. “would’ve never thought you were ever ‘in charge’ of me.”

you both moaned loudly when he sunk in. his cock inside of you felt like a missing piece to a puzzle, and you tried to slow your breathing to relax your body. he waited a moment, twitching inside of you as he waited for you to adjust, then thrusted in and out slowly.

it was overwhelming to say the least, everything you felt inside and out was hot and the stretch was addicting. if this was what you’d been missing out on all this time, you hated yourself for it. you moaned again when he sped up, the cheap bedframe creaking below you.

hyuck furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. he breathed in deeply, closed his eyes, then exhaled a half-whispered “you smell so fucking good.” he let go of your hips and draped himself over you, placing his forearms on each side of your head and just watched your expressions. you breathed hot and quick in each other’s faces, whimpers mixing with moans.

you faintly heard the music from the living room tv get louder and louder, some bryson tiller song echoing off the walls, and your stomach dropped a little. someone had come home and heard you guys fucking right next door. the tightening feeling came back to the pit of your stomach fast and you tangled your hand into donghyuck’s hair, bringing him closer to rest your foreheads against each other and anchor yourself.

he moaned loud and clear, fucking into you faster and harder, eyes screwing shut. “r-renjun’s here.”

you panted. “fuck.”

“hnng. fuck,” he nodded against you, but it was obvious the nod was in agreement to something neither of you would say out loud.

turned on beyond belief, you rolled your hips up to meet his thrusts, your g-spot getting pistoned into as hyuck chased his own orgasm. he huffed out a desperate little whimper at the action, and you wrapped your legs around him, pushed him deeper into you, and pulled his hair as you felt yourself start to let go.

he really did try to speak, but the only warning you were given that he was about to cum was a quick rough inhale and a violent twitch inside you before you felt the warmth fill you. you swore you felt numb in your limbs as your own vision went blank. your highs lasted a few extra seconds of both of you stiff against each other before you sagged into the bed, satisfied.

donghyuck rolled off of you and the two of you just panted up into the air for a while. he eventually breathed out a “woah.” and sat up, walking out the room to get warm wet towels to clean up with.

he came back with a stupid big smile on his face, and when you looked at him questioningly he just snickered. “he’s pissed.”

he was wiping your inner thigh for you, for soothing purposes more than anything, when you finally spoke.

“i don’t want this to be a one time thing,” you stared hard at his ceiling as if it’d give you the right words to say. the high from arousal had worn off and you were left with that anxious uneasy feeling that kept you from doing this in the first place, but after experiencing what you just did, you didn’t want to just move on. “i’m not sure how you think of me..,” you sat up to look him in the face and he paused, giving you his full attention. “..but i really like you. and i don’t wanna screw anything up.”

the look on donghyuck’s face was nothing but puzzled. he stared at you, really stared at you, and you felt stupid. did he not like that way at all? you were ready to accept the rejection and move on as friends with benefits and a hurting heart until he cut your thoughts short.

“you really don’t know?”

you frowned. “don’t know what?”

his entire demeaner softened as he took in your genuine confusion. then he looked a little embarrassed. “i’ve been kinda obsessed with you since we met. i thought you knew ‘cus the guys make fun of me for how i act around you all time.. they always joke about telling you. in fact jaemin said he told you and i couldn’t tell if he was kidding. so when you kissed me back earlier i guess i just assumed that was like, a reciprocation.”

despite having caught on to his crush the literal day before, you were shocked. you didn’t even suspect that he was ‘obsessed’ with you, if anything you thought it was just a bit of attraction from spending time with you so often. you could feel your skin go hot.

“i didn’t even think you were into me at all until yesterday,” you swore, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. “it really wasn’t that obvious.”

“even though i follow you around all the time?”

“huh? you follow me around? like, at school?”

he laughed in light disbelief. “yeah? i’m with you almost always outside of class. it’s pathetic.”

the butterflies came back to your stomach as the two of you talked about all the (very obvious) hints to your interest in each other, and when he kissed you again and asked you to be his girlfriend, you didn’t have to think twice before answering.

–

when you were being walked out by donghyuck, you were met with renjun sitting on the kitchen counter with a sketchbook in his lap and a paint set next to him. you guessed you were right about the communal workspace thing. he took out an airpod when he notice your presence and you smiled at him bashfully.

“is there anything you two would like to say to me?” he looked between the two of you pointedly, the edges of his lips curling up despite his efforts.

you and hyuck looked at each other then back to renjun. hyuck pursed his lips to stop himself from laughing.

“we’re dating now?” you tried, and renjun rolled his eyes.

“not even a sorry?”

“well, i’m not sorry, personally,” hyuck said, cocky smile stuck on his face. “this is payback for making me pay for dinner the other day.”

renjun scoffed. “that’s not even remotely the same!”

hyuck just grabbed your hand and continued to walk you out, and you turned to wince and mouth a ‘sorry’ to renjun.