#hhu

and it was in one of the thousand conversations you had that he commented on how hot his friends thought you were, and well, he didn't judge them, you really are hot as hell. in that conversation, you asked him how he felt, and that's when you discovered that wonwoo wouldn't mind 'sharing' you with his friends, in fact he would like to, well, in reality he even wanted to...

so a few days later, when he said that vernon had invited you to a beach house, and that 'you' referred to you and him, scoups and mingyu only, you understood what your boyfriend was proposing. you never talked explicitly about what would happen at the beach house, but it was obvious, and you were calm, you trusted your boyfriend.

you don't know what your boyfriend told his friends, but damn, from the first moment they looked at you like a piece of meat, and well, you didn't complain, you liked it a lot, and you didn't mind parading around with only your boyfriend's t-shirt that covered almost nothing of your body.

you got out of the shower, applying moisturizer and combing your hair while the boys prepared dinner, you had spent the whole day at the beach, and of course, you definitely noticed the dirty looks they both had on you, you could even swear you heard vernon say that he wanted to be wonwoo so he could fuck you on that beach, but you pretended not to listen... but you liked the idea.

downstairs, the boys were making dinner, seungcheol was cooking something you had no idea about, but it smelled really good, vernon was smoking weed, wonwoo was messing with something in the fridge and mingyu... well, mingyu was fixated on you.

okay, you knew exactly what you were doing when you chose tiny shorts and a thin blouse without any bra underneath, but mingyu's look almost made you give up on the whole idea because that man made it clear that he wanted and would devour you.

you walked down the stairs trembling, going towards your boyfriend and standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, wonwoo smiled, squeezing your ass right there in front of your friends, leaving a loud slap that made you squeal softly.

vernon was still smoking weed.

you walked over to him, the youngest of the four there, stopping in front of him as he let out a smoke, smiling mischievously afterwards, ready to make him lose his mind... and you saw that it would be easy.

your boyfriend finally left the fridge, appearing with a bottle of wine in his hand... son of a bitch, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"is cheol cooking?" you joked, receiving a smile of agreement from him. "i believe everyone here is really looking forward to eating."

and he was, but it wasn't dinner...

a few hours later, there you were, sharing a couch while some bad movie was playing on tv, wine on everyone's mind (except hansol's, he was high on weed). you were starting to get anxious but also disappointed. what the hell was this? it was the last day in that damn house and you couldn't even give them a handjob? you looked at wonwoo, and your boyfriend knew you so well that he knew what you wanted right away. wonwoo kissed your cheek, only to start complaining about the movie and grab the tv remote. "we should watch something better, something that really interests all of us." and he put it on the porn channel the next second. damn. you felt everyone there swallow hard, and even you, wonwoo seemed to have chosen that thing meticulously: a woman, surrounded by four guys, being treated like a toy while she felt so much pleasure that she could barely moan.

"what the fuck?" mingyu was the first to question, coming out of his own trance. "are we teenagers now?"

"what's up, gyu? don't you like porn? what's up? are you going to get turned on watching it?" wonwoo teased.

but the teasing was cut off by a low moan from hansol, who had his hand inside his pants, masturbating slowly while alternating between staring at the tv and you...

"what the fuck-" seungcheol questioned when he saw his friend like that, the woman in the video still moaning loudly and being fucked by the four guys, taking everyone in that room out of their minds.

"is that what you want, wonwoo? for us to take our dicks out and masturbate while watching some ridiculous porn while your girlfriend is right next to us?"

"what? no! of course not!" he laughed. "i want you to take advantage of my willingness to share, and stop acting like dogs in heat after her... come on, it's pathetic, if you wanna fuck her so bad, just ask... you know i'm not the selfish type, i know how to share very well!"

"did the weed get me high? or are you literally offering your girlfriend for us to fuck?" vernon asked, completely shocked.

"well, if you think that's so absurd, i'll take her to the bedroom and do everything myself..."

"no!" seungcheol interrupted you. "if you want us to share this cheap little slut, we'll do it with the greatest pleasure... at least i will... just don't whine later when she comes to sit on my dick again because she misses me."

"if she wants, i'll love watching..."

mingyu turned off the television, taking off his own shirt at the same time...

"okay, just listen to me." wonwoo said authoritatively. "don't mark her, she's not yours, she's ok with degradation, but when this shit is over she's still my girlfriend and you're gonna continue to respect her and my relationship."

"okay!" they said in unison.

"only i can hit her face, the rest of the body is free, she has a habit of saying 'too much' 'slow' don't take it seriously, she never really cares. the fucking aftercare is mine, i don't want you thinking about bathing or taking care of my girlfriend. and lastly, no pee or anything other than cum, saliva and sweat."

the conversation was short, but enough, and you trusted your boyfriend, you knew he would never let his friends touch you if they weren't people he trusted.

vernon walked over to you, quickly taking off your shirt, staring at your pointy nipples as soon as they appeared, while seungcheol and mingyu still seemed to be thinking, the younger one just put his mouth there, making you let out a slow moan, wonwoo laughed. "someone was faster than you... and they say that weed makes you slow."

mingyu joined vernon, leaving a slobbery kiss on your lips before going down to your free tits, massaging it, biting and sucking the nipple. you only felt scoups join in because someone bit the inside of your thigh, making you jump on the couch, which made everyone else there laugh. no one noticed wonwoo organizing the living room carpet, they only noticed when he called you over, ordering you to take off your shorts and soaked panties, your pussy completely exposed to them. "you're acting like virgins, damn it, am i gonna have to teach you everything?"

"i can-" mingyu spoke up.

"we don't question whores, mingyu, we just do what we want. that's what they're for."

your mind went out of orbit the moment mingyu's finger entered you, while seungcheol patted your clit and vernon continued to enjoy himself on your tits, you moaned in a pathetic way, and wonwoo liked what he was watching.

"you get so stupid for so little, crazy to receive cum in your pussy, you are so disgusting, wanting four men to just use you as a toy. pathetic slut." and wonwoo hit you, slapped you so hard that it echoed in the room, and your response was to laugh, laugh asking for more because that was exactly what you wanted, mingyu felt you contract on his finger.

"she gets even more excited if you treat her like trash, damn wonwoo, where did you get a slut like that?"

cheol pinched your clit, making you whimper in pleasure, it was pathetic how fast you would cum with all that.

wonwoo put a pillow on your head, letting you think for half a second about how cute and careful he was in those moments, but it didn't last long, since in the next second you felt mingyu inside you, and damn, he was big.

"aren't you ashamed of being completely wet just because of that? look how my dick is sliding inside that slut's pussy!"

and when you opened your mouth to answer, you felt vernon's dick enter your throat, making you cough and choke in reflex, they laughed in pure humiliation.

"you made us think she was good for something, wonwoo! but she's nothing more than a useless and cheap whore"

cheol was the one who was alternating between rubbing your clit and your tits, but in the end he ended up joining vernon and taking off his own pants while rubbing himself on you, it was pathetic, you couldn't properly suck either of them, they just rubbed themselves on your face while humiliating you in ways you never even imagined.

"wonwoo got us a slut who's no good even to be a sperm deposit."

"i feel sorry for him, he has to fuck her every week."

you looked at your boyfriend, and he laughed as he rubbed his thumb hard on your clitoris, you moaning in the dirtiest way possible while he laughed.

"shut the fuck up, your moaning is disgusting me," mingyu said as he continued to thrust hard into you, his hand squeezing your waist tightly.

you just stopped feeling his hand on your clitoris, but soon you felt your boyfriend's hand forcing you against the two dicks in front of you. you didn't even think, you didn't understand what was happening anymore, you just accepted it.

you also just accepted it when mingyu came inside you, the hot and sticky liquid making you feel even dirtier, but not in a bad way, you loved it. the way mingyu came out of you a little wobbly contrasted with vernon's desperation, because he soon stuck himself in your pussy, fucking you like a rabbit, at a speed you never imagined possible, seungcheol's dick still in your mouth preventing you from moaning loudly, and now you felt mingyu slapping your breasts hard. "bitch. useless. fucking delicious pussy." he moaned uncontrollably, and you knew he was going to cum, the extremely pornographic sound of mingyu's cum still inside you being expelled out with each rough thrust of vernon. and when cheol forced his dick down your throat you moaned loudly, your body shaking announcing the strong orgasm you had. vernon couldn't take it anymore, cumming right after while his whole body was still shaking.

cheol looked at wonwoo, like a silent question, and received a nod, he soon entered, you completely dirty, your thighs with cum from you barely know who! mingyu and vernon still beating you, sticking their fingers in your mouth, squeezing your nipple, pulling your hair, spitting on your face...

"disgusting bitch"

fuck, vernon spat on your face, the hot saliva running down your cheek as he pulled your hair making you face him, it was too much, your legs were shaking from the recent orgasm and you couldn't even speak or keep your eyes open.

"t-too much."

mingyu was the one who laughed, remembering wonwoo's phrase from earlier.

"stop whining, accept it and don't be a useless whore!" he said, sticking two fingers down your throat while his dick rubbed against your body.

"cheollie~ please~ slow down~"

"what kind of useless slut are you that can't handle this? shut up, you're annoying me!" cheol spat in your face before thrusting again.

you smiled, feeling exactly how you wanted from the beginning, a sperm deposit for all those men.

vernon approached, putting his finger inside you, still with cheol's dick there, and that was enough for you to cum again, this time even harder, crying and shaking like a real little slut. cheol couldn't hold back, cumming inside you too.

"it's my turn!" your boyfriend announced, making you tremble. no matter who or how many you have sex with, no one would do it like him.

"wonunie~ i'm tired~ i can't do it anymore." you pretended to be naughty to him, but he knew you well enough to respond with just a hard slap to your face.

"ride me, bimbo, and do it right, don't forget you have an audience."

you sat on his dick, your legs shaking, unable to move properly and whimpering from your recent orgasm, it was too much, and the first tear fell.

"are you gonna cry? are you gonna cry, bimbo? get off me then, damn it, if you're not going to use that pussy of yours for something, get out of my sight."

"wonunie~" you moaned, trying to move, trying to support yourself on your boyfriend's thighs, but your vision was blurred, everything was shaking, you wanted more and more but you simply couldn't keep going.

and he hit you.

"useless bitch, you're not even good enough to be a cum-slut! ride this shit or get off me"

you struggled, crying due to overstimulation, you would never get out of there, you wanted it, you wanted more and more, you wanted to keep crying and cumming until your mind went black.

you felt someone push you, and when you looked back, fuck, mingyu was pushing your waist up and down, making you bounce on wonwoo's dick.

"t-thank you" you mumbled, and the answer you got was vernon entering your mouth again, his dick leaking cum, eager to fill you in another hole, and then there was cheol, slapping your breasts with his hands and his own dick.

you couldn't hear anything anymore, but you knew they were both insulting you, calling you a bitch, useless, slut, you knew they were bragging about how dirty and open your pussy was.

you had one of the strongest orgasms of your life, your body shaking on top of wonwoo in a way he had never seen before, you screamed something incoherent trying to get your orgasm out in other ways.

and then you passed out.

you woke up minutes later lying in bed, wearing your boyfriend's t-shirt while he rubbed cream on you.

"hi, honey, are you okay?" you nodded. "fuck, you passed out after you came... i gave you a bath, and now i'm here rubbing cream, fuck, they ruined you."

"and... i liked it." you said, still fragile.

"of course you liked it." he laughed. "but now you're going to rest, okay?" wonwoo kissed the top of your head, placing the cream on the table next to the bed. "i love you! fuck, i'm going to be the happiest man in the world when i marry you!"

It’s almost as if you are the magnet and he is a piece of iron, always attracted to magnetic items. Because that is exactly how he would describe you, engrossed as you scroll through the photos you have just taken, lips pursed. It takes everything within him not to kiss you right there and then, instead tearing his eyes away from your lips to the crease in your forehead.

Supporting himself with one hand, he gets to his feet, closing the distance between you in a matter of strides. Before you realise it, his thumb is pressed between your knotted eyebrows, gently massaging your skin until you get it. The tension ebbs away, receding like the tide at dawn, leaving a smooth shore as you relax your facial features. You inhale deeply, releasing the tension in your clenched jaw, consciously lowering your shoulders.

”That’s more like it,” Minghao murmurs into the shell of your ear, breath fluttering across your skin and causing a heat to rise to your cheeks at the blatant display of affection.

For some time, you had tried to keep your relationship at work strictly professional, until one of the younger photographers tried to make a move on you.

Minghao wasn’t possessive by nature, but when he noticed your disinterested, polite smile didn’t seem to deter the younger photographer’s advancements, he had grown uncomfortable. You were too nice to reject him, but Minghao wasn’t just going to sit by and let it play out.

He had come up to you while your thumb played with the button on the camera, scrolling through your pictures, your attention half on them and half on the conversation at hand. You were nodding in that absent-minded way you did when you weren’t listening—something Minghao positively hated when it was directed at him, he would much rather you pay attention to either him or your work, not both—and he had given into the impulse to slip his hand into yours, causing you to stiffen at his touch.

”Hao?” Your nickname for him had slipped out, and he couldn’t help the smile playing at his lips.

”Yes, love?”

Your furrowed eyebrows had been a clear sign of your confusion, but Minghao only pecked your cheek and stood beside you, withdrawing his hand from your loose grasp to hold your waist. His touch was gentle and his presence welcome, and while the other photographer looked discomfited, you were comforted by Minghao’s gesture, and the photographer never made a move towards you again.

Since then, Minghao had been more open about your relationship, even at work. He wasn’t particularly clingy, but he liked to slip his hand into yours whenever he was standing near you, and he liked to kiss you before a shoot. It was his good luck ritual, he claimed. You weren’t one to protest, not when you enjoyed it perfectly fine.

With a sigh, Minghao rests his head on your shoulder, and you tilt your head to the side, resting your own head atop his. He slings his hands around your waist, inhaling your scent, until you let out a sharp gasp.

”This is the one!”

”Hm?” He looks up, careful not to jostle your grasp on the camera or hit his head against your chin, leaning in to peer at your screen. You tilt the camera his way, and he nods in approval.

He isn’t familiar with the process of photography, but he knows raw photographs rarely get published as they are. Editing is just as much part of the process as the photo-taking is, but that photograph is beautiful. Minghao is iron, after all, a magnetic material, and one of the things that draws him in is beauty.

From fresh morning dew on blades of grass to dried flowers used as bookmarks in old, weathered hardcover books with battered covers and yellowed pages, Minghao is familiar with beauty. He is especially familiar with it with you as his partner, with your soft hair and arched brows and the curve of your lips. Your jaw, soft where your tongue is sharp, and your eyes, bright and clever and keen, all of it is beautiful.

So is the photograph, because it was taken from your perspective, and the way you see Minghao is different from the way Minghao sees himself.

He sees himself as he is, objectively, able to appreciate the way wire-rimmed glasses frame his face in a more attractive manner, or the way his slender fingers and lithe limbs always draw a glance or two that hover a little too long to be normal.

But you have seen him in all his glory, the broken way he collapses into your touch after a long day at work, all of him melting into your embrace before he has even stepped over the threshold into your house proper. You have been with him through his frustration, the regret that follows after his harsh, angry words, said in a blur of fury so red-hot it turns his vision white. You have held him when he cries, softly, weeping into your shoulder, struggling to catch his breath.

You have seen him happy, too, the way he glows incandescently in the sunlight on a Sunday afternoon, sprawled across a picnic mat with the low-hanging branches of the twisted, gnarly old tree shading his face while the sun warms the fabric of his plaid clothing.

You have captured every facet of him in that one photograph. In it, he exudes confidence, but not in an arrogant way, in an easy way, the same way that he always seems to smile when he catches sight of you. Like it is second nature, as if he has been built for nothing else but to bask in your light, the glow of creativity you bring with you.

Minghao will always be a faded photograph to himself, but to you, he would will always be in sharp focus, fully in technicolour.

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You stare down at your paper, illegible and scattered with doodles and a sharp exhale falls from your lips. Tapping your pen against the table, you wonder how the hell you’re going to pass this surprise exam - a surprise for you at least, apparently telling you must have slipped everyone else’s mind. Someone taps your shoulder lightly, bringing you out of your spiral. You turn to meet the eyes of the stranger sat beside you, his jet black hair is pushed roughly out of his face, allowing you to see his soft dark eyes peer down at you. 

You raise a questioning eyebrow at him, clueless as to why he would be trying to get your attention in the middle of an exam. He mouths the word ‘pen’ in response, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes looking at you with pure desperation.  Looking at his desk, you notice the pen next to his hand is broken. You turn away briefly and watch as he lets out a breath of relief and adorns a grateful smile once you appear with a spare pen for him to use. 

It seems like the bell rings almost immediately once you return your focus to your exam paper - shit. Now you’re definitely not passing. The bell sounds vaguely familiar as it continues to ricochet through you, you rack your brain trying to remember where you’ve heard the sound before… oh, it’s your alarm clock. Oh! It’s your alarm clock! 

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Your eyes snap open as you sit up in bed to turn off the irritating tune that your clock had been emitting for god knows how long. It was the first day of the semester, of course you had woken up twenty minutes behind schedule after a cliche ‘first-day-of-school’ dream, what else could you expect?

Arriving at your first class of the day, you find your friend Seungkwan sat strategically in the corner of the semester hall - just far away enough to avoid the risk of being called upon by the professor. You take a seat next to Seungkwan and listen as he begins to rant about his commute. You and Seungkwan have been friends since Freshman year after getting paired up for a group project. Originally, you were fearful that you wouldn’t get along, on the surface you were like chalk and cheese, but you find now that Seungkwan balances you out just right. His bold extrovertism has pushed you to be a little less timid, to actually live and, you like to think that you’ve mellowed him about a bit too.  You wouldn’t mind listening to Seungkwan talk and joke around all day, that’s when he’s happiest so, naturally, you are too. 

Your conversation with Seungkwan comes to stop as both of your attention gets drawn to a loud racket growing a few rows behind you. You follow the noise to find loveable class clowns Soonyoung, Mingyu, and Seokmin. 

“Ah, it's just Soonyoung, so anyways…” Seungkwan turns back to his laptop and continues expressing his somewhat irrational love of drive-thrus . You, however, are still watching your classmates, unable to tear your eyes away from one of them, his dark slightly nerdy features captivating you. 

“Kwan,” you murmur, “Who’s the guy next to Seokmin?”

Seungkwan hums, satisfied, “I was waiting for you to say something, always so nosy.”

You huff gently, knowing well enough that there’s no point in arguing with him, “So?””

“Jeon Wonwoo. Just transferred for his last year I guess.”

“Huh weird, I could've sworn I’ve seen him before.”

Your friend scoffs jokingly,  “In your dreams bro.” 

You sigh again, resting your head on the desk sulkily.  ‘In your dreams’, Seungkwan’s words echo. Wait… Is he… your head whips around to glance at the mysterious man again. No fucking way… Jeon Wonwoo is literally the guy from your dreams. 

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If you had known back then how much you would grow to dislike Wonwoo, you never would have commented on his good looks that first day but, you guess you can’t really blame yourself for not knowing how much of a dick he was. Since you had met, you had tried, maybe too hard, to figure out what you had done to make him treat you the way that he did. Over the weeks you have watched him form bonds with everyone in your class - especially your friends, and you saw how his smile fell and laughter stopped as soon as you made your presence known. It was if you had physically attacked him, the way that his eyes immediately dropped to the floor once you came into view. The thing that annoyed you the most about Jeon Wonwoo though, more than the unexplained icing out, was his brain. 

You don’t like to brag but you pride yourself on your intelligence, especially in academia. You had worked hard to reach the place you were in now, throwing away your teenage years in favor of ensuring a happy and successful future for yourself. Because of this, you work hard to make sure you’re at the top of the list whenever your exam results are released - improving upon yourself and being the best of the best,  that’s what you strive for. So of course, it came as an infuriating shock when Wonwoo knocked you out of the top spot, that smug look on his face and the glimmer in his eyes as he walked past  you that day was something you couldn’t get out of your head. No matter how hard you tried, day and night, the only thing on your mind was Wonwoo and how to beat him.

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“Ok, what can you tell me about Wonwoo?” you are sitting in your campus cafe, your best friend Seungkwan sits across from you as you mindlessly stir your coffee. 

“Why do you always assume I have information on everyone?”

“Because you always do, my favorite gossip.” you reply, buttering him up in hope he’ll give you something, anything. 

“What’s your business with him anyways? Oh…” he gasps “you have a little campus crush don’t you?  That’s why you’re so off around him.” 

“Don’t go spreading false information, Boo Seungkwan, he’s the one who gets cold and quiet when I’m around. Besides, no sleeping with the enemy.”

“He’s the enemy now? Hot.” 

You scoff gently at his comment, rolling your eyes “Just tell me what you know”,  you say laughing. 

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As time goes on, nothing much changes between you and Wonwoo. He becomes a fixture within your friendship group with the boys taking him under their wing and as he begins to pop up in more areas of your life, you learn more about him. You learn about his love for video games and cats, you learn he’s a great listener but can speak for the country when he’s passionate about something. You learn he’s funny and even smarter than you thought. It’s annoying that you could imagine actually being friends with him if he was just nice, you admit you might be able to understand the crowd of girls that follow him around aimlessly if he wasn’t such an asshole. Because, despite him joining your friendship group and you - unwillingly - spending more time around him, he still acted so coldly towards you, no matter how nice you were to him, he never faltered. 

“Split into groups of six, no more, no less and create a presentation applying your chosen theorem to the 21st century.” your professor orders. Immediately the students around you begin to migrate around the room, collecting friends for the group project. You turn to your left to find that Seungkwan is already clambering over the seats behind you to reach Seokmin, Mingyu, Soonyoung and Wonwoo - all four of them cheering on his show of athleticism. 

“Quickly guys! Come on!” the professor calls out from the front of the class. You look around to realise that you’ve waited a bit too long to choose a group for yourself. That’s when you hear your name being called and turn to find Mingyu reaching his hand out to you with that cheesy grin you just couldn’t say no to. 

“We need the class nerd on our team, c’mon!” Soonyoung calls out to you from above.

“We already have Wonwoo though?” Seungkwan remarks with a mischievous smirk. You quickly shoot him a stern, irritated look as his smile is broken by Seokmin elbowing him in the ribs for a reason you can’t quite figure out. 

A few days later, you and your friends (and Wonwoo) decide to meet at the library to brainstorm for your project. You arrive first with Seokmin and Mingyu and find a table just big enough for the six of you. Soonyoung trails along not long after and the four of you play some quiet games whilst waiting for Seungkwan and Wonwoo to arrive. You note that one of the two empty seats is positioned directly across for you whilst the other is out of view. The solution is clear, Seungkwan will sit across from you, at least then you’ll be able to focus on the assignment. 

Once the pair arrive, you attempt to signal to Kwan, strong eye contact asking him to take the chair opposite you. 

“Won, which seat do you want?” He asks the other boy, and you can’t hold back the sigh that escapes as your plan crumbles before you

“I’ll take this one, the lighting’s better.” Wonwoo replies, making brief eye contact with you before pulling out the chair with a shy smirk on his face. 

…what was that about? And when did he get so cocky? 

Soonyoung clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence that suddenly fell over the group and you thank God that he’s here to take the attention off of your exchange with Wonwoo and prompt you to actually start working on the project. 

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Soon enough, you find yourself in a quiet bar across town on a Thursday night. Following your friends’ advice you decide to accept your coworker’s invitation to grab drinks. You tell yourself why not? He’s nice enough, attractive and funny, sometimes anyways. Plus you haven’t got much else going on in the love department - no harm, no foul. 

After half an hour or so of pleasant small talk, you leave the booth and head towards the bar to order another drink. As you trudge across the sticky floor you are stopped in your tracks as a man steps in front of you, blocking you from reaching your destination. 

“Excuse me,” you begin, attempting to manoeuvre around him.

“You shouldn’t be with him.” the man says. 

“Excuse me?” you repeat, this time in disbelief. 

“You heard me.” he says, quieter this time. You lift your head to get a proper look at the stranger’s face.

“Of course you’re here.” you scoff. You push past him, shaking your head as you reach the bar. He follows, not giving up. 

“You don’t suit each other.” 

You laugh, God, he’s so infuriating, who does he think he is?

“Oh please, Wonwoo, like you know the slightest thing about me.”

“Actually I-”

Just then your ‘date’ appears, “Is everything ok?” He asks with a slightly concerned look. 

“Yeah! Just a… classmate.” A false happiness lines your voice.

 “Come on, let's head back to the table.” you say, turning your back on Wonwoo who watches on with a solemn expression.

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Not long after that, you find yourself at the library with your friends almost every day, grinding to get your project completed. You and Wonwoo haven’t spoken about the night at the bar, not that he speaks to you usually anyways. Instead though, you begin to catch him looking at you more and more often, his gaze burning into you, making you heat up and, most importantly distracting you from your work. 

“What’s going on with you and Wonwoo then?” Seungkwan asks one day whilst you do a snack run for the rest of the group.

“What?” you reply, stopping where you are, astonished. 

“Just saying, he can’t keep his eyes off of you.” 

“He’s trying to sabotage me or something.” 

“...Why would he do that? Y’know we’re graded as a group right?” He says, baffled. 

“Whatever.” you reply, turning into the next aisle, fed up of even thinking about Wonwoo, never mind talking about the man. 

Returning to your friends, they circle you like vultures, picking out they’re snacks. It’s a chaotic free for all and you’re left with a candy bar and some chips. Wonwoo stands patiently whilst the others rob you blind so, once the others return to their seats you approach him quietly, avoiding eye contact and place the chips in front of him. He mutters a small “thank you” and smiles gratefully, watching again as you return to your work. Now he’s just being weird, you think to yourself. You can’t help but be curious about what he’s plotting. 

At the end of the study session, the boys decide to head to the bar to reward themselves. 

“Y/N, you coming?” Mingyu asks.

“I’m good, thanks though!” you reply with a soft smile, finding a quiet night watching Netflix to be a bit more appealing today. 

Your friends leave before you, saying goodbye whilst you pack up your stuff. As you shove your laptop into your bag, you can feel someone’s eyes on you and your face begins to heat up at your suspicion. 

“Wonwoo! Hurry up!” you hear Soonyoung whine. 

“Right, sorry.” 

You look up just quick enough to catch him turning away from you and running to meet with the rest of the group. 

Huh, weird. 

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That weekend, your phone buzzes with a string of texts from Mingyu.

Mingyu: Wanna come over and play video games?

Mingyu: (Say yes)

Mingyu: Pleaseee, I’m so bored :) 

You’ve worked fucking hard recently and couldn’t think of a better way to end the week than by playing nostalgic video games with one of your closest friends

Y/N: Don't even WORRY, I’m omw

You respond quickly, pulling a bleach-stained hoodie on and heading for the door. 

You’re sat on the floor next to Mingyu in front of his TV. The room is dead silent, spare some trash talk from the both of you as you channel all of your focus on Mario Kart. As a result, neither of you notice Wonwoo coming in to watch your fierce competition. 

You swear you see your life flash before your eyes when he, watching the screen intently, mumbles “Be careful. Blue shell coming your way.”

His sudden words do nothing but scare the living shit out of you and make you crash into a wall. 

“Oh my god,” you exclaim, heart beating rapidly after his jumpscare, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He looks at you blankly, taken aback by your overreaction, “Oh…uh… I live here.” 

You turn to Mingyu who confirms with his lips pressed together in an awkward smile. 

“Oh. Sorry. You just scared me a bit, my bad.” 

He chuckles quietly in response before walking over to the kitchen and leaving the two of you to finish your race (which you still win, despite Wonwoo’s meddling.) A handful of races later, Mingyu’s phone buzzes, ushering him to go and collect the takeout you had ordered. Standing up, he grabs his jacket and keys but doesn’t dare leave before messing with you more than he already has. 

“Wonwoo?” He calls with a mischievous grin, “Come play instead of me whilst I go get the food!” 

Wonwoo hums a response as he moves to sit down next to you whilst you shoot death glares at your friend, who simply mouths ‘be nice’ before slamming the door behind him. 

He picks up Mingyu’s controller and hovers over ‘Wario’s Gold Mine’. 

“What are you doing?”

He looks at you, confused “Uh… choosing the best map?”

You laugh, “No no, my poor Wonwoo. This is the best map.” You take the remote from him and select ‘Koopa Cape’. 

“Ooh, you’re so wrong.” he replies playfully.

“I’m never wrong.”

“That’s true.” 

You catch yourself smiling as the race starts. Maybe you are wrong, maybe he’s not so bad. 

“Oh my god, hit me with a shell again, I swear to god Jeon Wonwoo.” you exclaim as he surpasses you for the fourth time. He laughs, nudging you gently.

“I didn’t know you were such a sore loser.” 

You look at him, forgetting about the game, “You don't know anything about me.” you say, under your breath. He turns to you, concerned.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” 

Turning back to the screen, you find that Wonwoo has stolen first place from you - again. 

“Fuck.” you mutter, refocusing on the race, watching as a proud smile creeps onto Wonwoo’s face. 

“Wow, Y/N actually lost for once!” Mingyu declares as he returns with the food, “I guess we finally found your match.” 

“Shut up.” you bark back, rolling your eyes and leaning back against the couch. Wonwoo mutters a ‘good game’ before standing up with a smirk and leaving the room. You scoff at his slight obnoxiousness whilst Mingyu sits down beside you and begins unpacking the food. 

“Are you gonna stop sulking and go get some plates?”

“Ugh fineee” you reply jokingly before getting up. 

You’re completely lost in the kitchen, opening every cupboard in sight hoping to find some plates and cutlery.

“You good?” a voice calls from behind you. You look up to find Wonwoo leaning against the doorframe, slightly baffled by your snooping. 

“Uh…plates?”

“Ah,” he says walking towards you, you step back until you’re caught by the kitchen counter. “Just up here.” he continues, reaching behind you to grab the plates. 

He’s so close that, for the first time, you can smell his woody cologne strongly. Your heart speeds up as he places the plates down on the counter behind you, his hands resting on either side, trapping you. 

You look up at him, breathless, as he scans your face. You’re silent, drinking him in, your hands fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. He lifts his hand, brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers against your lips. 

You can only bring yourself to nod in complete disbelief at the sudden shift between the two of you, the magnetism drawing you together. He moves in closer to you, so close you can feel his eyelashes as they flutter against your skin and his breathing grows slightly heavier. 

“Y/N, did you find them?” Mingyu calls from the other room. You’ve never moved away from a person so fast, separating yourself from Wonwoo immediately. You clear your throat, maintaining eye contact with Wonwoo, still flustered. 

“Yep sorry! Just grabbing a drink.” Thinking fast, Wonwoo hands you a can of coke.

“Can you grab me one too?” Mingyu shouts. 

You both laugh quietly as he hands you another. You nod and smile, leaving him in the kitchen and heading back to your food.

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It’s a week before you see him again, your group's last meeting before the final presentation, a chance for you to go over the final details. The meeting is generally uneventful, everyone finally focused on the task at hand. 

“I think if we switch the parts about culture and equity then it would flow better.” Wonwoo suggests.

“Hmm, I agree” you reply nonchalantly because, on this rare occasion, you actually do. 

“What the fuck was that?” Seungkwan whispers to you.

“What?”

“You never agree with him.”

“He made a good point.” you shrug, brushing off your friend’s interrogation. Looking up you catch Wonwoo smiling at you, giggling under his breath like a teenager. You have to stifle the smile that begins creeping onto your face as you watch him. 

“And that is why we believe that absurdism is an essential mindset to have in order to thrive in the modern day.” Seokmin argues, concluding your group project, finally. The six of you share reassuring nods and smiles, you’ve done your best and you’re happy with it, the rest is out of your hands.

As you exit the assessment room, Soonyoung pipes up, “Drinks, drinks, drinks, drinks, drinks?” He chants pointing at each of you as he does, the group mumbles a variety of agreements. 

“Y/N?” Mingyu asks.

“Come on, it’ll be fun, try something new.” Seungkwan whispers. 

You look at your friends smiling eagerly as they wait for your response, with an exhale and a nod, you give in, “drinks.”

At the bar, you crowd a small table, each with a drink in hand, talking and laughing about whatever comes to mind. You play games, sharing embarrassing childhood stories and weird facts you never would’ve learnt anywhere else. You are having fun, smiling, peaceful but, something’s off. You can feel it. He’s been quiet all night, barely even looked at you. It was annoying. It was annoying that it annoyed you, a few weeks ago this would have been normal behavior but now, it was different, it upset you, made you feel like you’d done something wrong, made you feel… unwanted. 

Being truthful, you weren’t really feeling it tonight. If you had it your way you’d be on your couch right now watching a film. You weren’t gonna go, not until you saw his cheesy grin amongst your friends’, so sweet you could melt. He was the reason you went out tonight. Him, and Seungkwan’s words, you should try something new. You had never felt so overwhelmed by your own feelings, one minute you felt nothing short of hatred for Wonwoo and the next… your heart is fluttering every time your eyes meet. 

During your daze, Wonwoo gets up to buy another round for the group, the sound of his chair moving snaps your focus back to the table but he’s already disappeared. You excuse yourself to the restroom, taking the chance to talk to Wonwoo whilst everyone else is distracted. Standing beside him, his eyes are fixed on his phone, reading some kind of article. 

“Are you okay?” you ask him, nervous for his answer - you’re not sure what you’ll do either way. He looks up at you, soft dark eyes taking you in. He stands with an unreadable expression for what feels like forever before he finally opens his mouth to reply and then-

“Wonwoo! Come here quickly, settle this bet for us!” Sometimes, you really hate Soonyoung. 

He shoots you an apologetic look and then, he’s gone, just like that. All the courage you had built up, wasted on an unanswered question. Fuck this. You grab your jacket, shooting Seungkwan a ‘don’t worry I’ll text you later’ look and head for the door. You’re exhausted, tired of it all, you just want to be in your own bed. 

As you walk down the quiet streets, you hear another pair of footsteps catching up to you. 

“Are you okay?” 

You look at him. You’re irritable and know that you’re probably not going to say the right thing but what the hell. 

“So you’re allowed to ask but I’m not?”

“No, that’s not- I… I’m sorry, I never know how to act around you, I never know what to say, I’m always doing the wrong thing but I-”

“Wonwoo.” you interject, “I can’t do this right now. Just… just go back to the bar.”

He doesn't respond, a silent understanding. He doesn’t leave either. He walks alongside you the whole way home, giving you quiet to think, offering you a comforting smile whenever your eyes meet. It breaks your heart just as much as it warms it, that he, despite your outburst, stays by your side when you need someone.

Even if you try to push him away, somehow he knows, he knows that you want him there. 

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With the group project over, you don’t see him as often as before, hardly ever when you’re alone. You decide to put him out of your mind for a while, to focus on work and the rest of your assignments. Wonwoo, though, seems to have a habit of sabotaging your plans. 

It started off with simpler things, turning up at your work just to place a complicated order, smirking as he watches you struggle with it. Then on exam week, a bag of your favorite snacks appears at your door. On a random Wednesday, he orders a pizza to your apartment. On your birthday, a small cake. And, there’s not a week that goes by where he fails to visit the cafe, you’ve grown to look forward to his bizarre orders and playful teasing. 

Once the professor announces the end of the lecture, you grab your laptop and walk towards the door where you’re met with a familiar face. 

“Ah, the coffee fairy, what can I do for you today?” you greet him, playfully. 

“Can we talk? I’ll walk you home.” he asks, his voice laced with anxiety.

“Okay…” you nod, curious as to why he’s acting this way. 

Walking through campus, he clears his throat, “So…” he trails off.

“So?”

“So I don’t really know how to say this. I mean, maybe you already know but I mean… I’m sorry, I’m sorry if I upset you, or hurt you, or made you angry. If you hate me, that’s okay I just-” 

“I don’t hate you Wonwoo. Not anymore, anyways.” 

He chuckles softly, “Well, I just want you to know that I don’t plan on giving up I… I think this is it for me,”

“It?” 

“You. I think you’re it for me. I think it was over for me the moment I saw you.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “And I’m sorry about everything. Around you, I just, I forget how to act, I can’t think. It’s all just… you.”

As he speaks, your face begins to heat up under his gaze, a smile appearing on your face as you take his hand in yours hesitantly, squeezing it gently. Suddenly, he stops speaking, pausing to think.

“Wait… what do you mean you don’t hate me anymore?” You can only laugh at his question as he pulls you closer to him. 

The walk back to your apartment is nice, peaceful even, like this is where you’re meant to be. You turn towards him to say goodbye and thank him for walking so far out of his way. He can’t hide his shyness as he says goodbye, stammering slightly with rosy cheeks. You look at him, hoping for more, but his eyes are fixed to the floor as he blushes. You laugh quietly, finding him incredibly endearing before turning away to enter your apartment. 

Suddenly, you feel his hand reach for your arm, “wait.” he says, spinning you back to him. 

The action happens so quickly, you’re basically pressed up against him, one of your hands finding his bicep to balance yourself. You look up at him, it’s clear that he’s still nervous but he’s doing his best to play it cool, his hand rests on your lower back as he pulls you even closer. The way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing he’s ever known, sends the color to your cheeks and you can feel your heart beating faster by the second. 

His other hand finds your jaw as he leans his face closer to yours, his breath tickling your lips. His soft, puppy dog eyes search yours for consent, and just like in Mingyu’s kitchen, you can muster up nothing but a nod, your breathing getting shallower with anticipation, hunger. 

His lips delicately brush yours, cautious and timid. You kiss him back warmly, he tastes like peppermint and cola, both new and familiar at the same time. He leans into you more, growing more confident as you part your lips, letting him explore you further. You fall into a perfect rhythm with butterflies fluttering throughout you and your grip on the other becoming firmer.

Remembering that you need to breathe, you break away from each other slowly. He rests his forehead against yours, sharing your breathless giggles and smiles of relief. 

“Jeon Wonwoo.” you whisper, still in a daze.

“Hmm?” he hums happily.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t hate you anymore.”

“Only pretty sure?” he jokes, feigning upset.

“100% sure.” you correct yourself with a happy grin.

“Good.” he says, pecking you softly and then pressing another kiss against your cheek. “I almost went insane waiting for you to realize.”

“Realize what?” 

He pulls you into a warm, strong hug, resting his head on your shoulder before whispering “That it was always you and me.”

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“What’s going on with Wonwoo?” Seungkwan asks on your way to class two days later.

“What do you mean?” 

“Something’s different… he’s brighter.”

“Why would I know anything about it, none of my business” you state, biting your lip to hide your knowing smile. 

“Oh come on, don’t act like you haven’t noticed!”

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bro, he didn’t stop smiling the entire time he was there, it was weird. He even spoke differently, lighter.” 

You hum a manufactured surprised response as your friend continues. 

“Maybe he met someone, he always talks about that person he’s liked since he moved here, maybe he finally made a move - i hope so I don’t know how much more of his schoolboy pining I can take.” 

Your gaze is glued to the floor as you listen, knowing that you were the reason for all his changes and that he was the reason for all of yours. That he made the world seem new, brighter, happier. 

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“Are you okay? We haven’t talked in a few days.” Wonwoo says over the phone.

“I’m sorry, it’s just my thesis, I feel like I’m never gonna leave this apartment again.”

“That’s okay! I get it,” he reassures you, “talk to me about it.”

He listens intently as you babble about your thesis, humming along, asking questions and offering advice. Whilst you explain the block that you’re facing currently, there’s a knock at the door. Getting up from your laptop to answer it, you continue, “And now, I’m not sure where to go next.”

“With me.”

“Huh?” 

Opening the door, he’s stood in front of you. His dark hair falling perfectly, as he runs his fingers through it, still holding his phone to his ear with a sweet smile and pride in his eyes. 

Hanging up the phone, he clarifies, “take a break, let’s go for dinner.” 

And how could you deny such a pretty face? 

Walking the streets, he speaks passionately as he shows you his favorite spots around the city and you find yourself just happy to be here with him, to witness his excitement with a cheesy grin that you reserve for only a few people in your life. 

“You’re quite the sweet talker, Jeon Wonwoo.” you say, giggling. 

“Of course,” he responds proudly, “How else would I get to have you by my side?” With that he pulls you into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around you, swaying playfully from side-to-side and holding you as if you’re all he needs with him right now. 

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The elevator dings as the two of you stumble inside, your arms resting on his shoulders. Looking at him with adoration as he turns you gently, reaching his hand out to clumsily press the elevator buttons behind you. You giggle between kisses as you find your balance, clinging onto each other. You hardly notice when the elevator rings again outside your apartment, too busy with your hands tangled in his hair and his palms running across your sides in painstaking seduction. 

Then he’s guiding you out of the elevator, hands still firm on your hips and not daring to break away from you for even a second. He slips his hand into yours, taking your keys and mindlessly fumbles to unlock the door.

It takes mere seconds once the door opens for him to slam it shut and have you trapped against the wall, he moves against you sloppily, licking into you with pure hunger and adoration, a tsunami of lust as his groans echo throughout your body. 

“Fuck. If you’d just spoken to me on that first day, I would’ve made you mine then and there.” he whispers against your skin, trailing electric kisses down your jaw towards your collarbone. 

You laugh in shock, lifting his lips back up towards yours, his cold hands sneaking underneath your shirt as you kiss him back feverishly. “Me? No, you were the one who ignored me.” 

“Hmm” he responds breathlessly, turning you around and leading you to your bedroom. Drawn together like magnets, you both stumble across the room, hands and lips battling for the next sweet taste, the next wanting touch. 

“Look how far…” his lips find yours again, “just a bit…” and again, “of communication can go” you finally manage to moan out. 

“Are you gonna stop talking and be mine now or…?” he whines as you drag against his lips. 

You giggle softly as he lifts your arms to rest around his shoulders, pulling you in by the waist before his soft mouth is reunited with yours.

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You could never have imagined that you would come to find a safe space in Wonwoo. That you would eventually know him better than yourself. That the man you loathed, competed against, fought, would be yours. The man whose presence bothered you would soon be the one to hold your hand through good news and bad. That his happiness was your happiness, his sadness, his pride, his love. 

You never could have imagined that he would be the one waking you up on Sunday mornings with sweet kisses on your collarbone. That, at night you would be drawing idle patterns on his chest. That even after waking up from your dreams, he’d still be there holding you. That his touch was the only thing you craved, his kisses your favorite greeting, his voice your favorite song. His gaze and gooey brown eyes which used to irritate you to no end, would soon become your lighthouse in the storm.  You never could have imagined that you would love Jeon Wonwoo.

all im thinking about rn is abriding with wonwoo just like imagine him holding onto your hips while he pushes you up and down his defined abs like dear fucking god and your just a babbling mess head thrown back in pleasure fondling with your breasts and hes there just gawking at you praising you like “good girl use me however you see fit”

“make a mess on my abs pretty” “hottest thing ever my sweet” “most prettiest girl ever” and your letting out some guttural fucking moans and hes just edging you on then you lie back a little still riding up and down his abs and you stroke his cock from behind and he lets out the prettiest fucking whimpers and your about to cum and that just does it for you and you make a complete mess on his abs and your just riding out your high on his abs while pathetically whimpering.

and after all is said and done you take some pictures of his abs messy with your cum.