#junmyeon fluff

“Babe, you home?”

Junmyeon found it odd that the living room lights were off—it seemed as if the apartment were empty. He was about to call out to you again when he noticed a soft, dim glow seeping from under the bedroom door.

He hung up his jacket, set his bag down on the armchair, and walked quietly toward the bedroom. Just as he had thought, you were lying on the bed beneath a warm blanket, fast asleep. A flash of concern crossed his mind when he noticed you were wearing only a robe. Stepping carefully so as not to startle you, he checked that your hair wasn’t wet and gently reached to pull the blanket higher to keep you warm.

Just then, you opened your eyes lazily.

“Myeon?” You blinked several times, trying to adjust to the dim light. “Shit. I fell asleep.”

“Don’t worry, princess. I’m right here.” He smiled warmly, sinking onto the bedside carpet to gently stroke your cheek. “You okay?”

You hesitated, reluctant to worry him, but the faint flicker in your expression gave you away. “I’m just tired.”

“Bad day?” He smoothed a strand of hair behind your ear, coaxing a soft yawn from your lips.

You nodded. “Bad week, actually.” You started to push yourself up, but he gently held you in place. “Babe, wait—I haven’t even put on my pajamas yet.”

“I can get those for you, baby.” Junmyeon pressed a tender kiss to your temple, then stood up and headed toward the closet. “Anything else? Are you cold? Hungry?”

“Oh, no, no.” You sat up sluggishly, rubbing your eyes. “I still need to brush my hair, put on lotion, charge my phone, and—”

“I can do all of that for you.”

A soft smile broke across your face. There was that familiar, devoted tenderness in Junmyeon’s eyes—the very same look he gave you every single day. As he set your pajamas on the edge of the bed, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a sweet, slow kiss.

“You’re so, so sweet,” you murmured against his lips.

He cupped your hands in his, his own smile matching yours. “But I can handle it, Myeon. I’m just tired, not sick.”

“I know you can, love” He pressed a gentle kiss to the palm of your hand. “Just lemme take care of you tonight, okay?”

The last of your stubbornness dissolved, replaced by a quiet sigh of relief as you gave a small nod. Shifting to sit on the edge of the bed with your back to him, you felt the mattress give slightly as Junmyeon settled behind you with your hairbrush.

He moved with effortless care, holding the roots of your hair with one hand while drawing the brush through the ends so he wouldn’t pull on any tangles. The slow, rhythmic strokes were so soothing they almost made you drift off again.

“So...” Junmyeon coaxed softly, his warm breath fanning across the nape of your neck before he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your exposed shoulder. “What happened?”

With the tension finally leaving your body, you began recounting the endless week, the unreasonable stress, and the frustration of feeling overworked. Junmyeon listened intently, humming softly in understanding and occasionally pausing his brushing to rest his chin on your shoulder, absorbing every word.

“You worked so hard, baby,” he murmured gently, brushing a soft kiss behind your ear. “Anyone with eyes can see how brilliant your ideas are. You’re the most capable person, and if they can’t appreciate that, it’s entirely their loss.”

His quiet praise warmed you from the inside out. Once your hair was smooth and tangle-free, he set the brush on the nightstand and picked up the lotion.

Remaining behind you, Junmyeon loosened the belt of your robe, letting the plush fabric slip gently down your arms to expose your shoulders and back. He pumped a bit of cream into his hands, warming it between his palms before pressing them against your skin. His thumbs worked in slow, firm circles, smoothing the lotion over your shoulders, down the length of your arms, and across the broad expanse of your back, massaging away every last drop of stress.

“My beautiful girl.”

Every few strokes, he leaned forward to leave a trail of soft, lingering kisses along your spine and the curve of your neck. When he finished with your upper body, Junmyeon quietly shifted, sliding off the bed and sinking back onto his knees on the carpet right between your legs.

He took your feet in his hands first, his warm palms rubbing away the ache of a long week before smoothing the lotion up over your calves and knees. Every movement was slow, deliberate, and worshipful. As his hands slid further up your thighs, he leaned in, pressing a row of tender, deliberate kisses against the soft skin of your inner thighs, sending a sudden wave of shivers straight down your spine.

You let out a soft gasp, your fingers instinctively tangling into his hair.

Junmyeon paused, glancing up through his lashes with a fond, knowing glint in his eyes as he felt you tremble. “Cold?” he asked softly, though the faint smirk on his lips proved he knew better.

“No,” you whispered, your heart fluttering as his hands continued their journey upward, gathering the edges of your robe. “Just... you.”

He chuckled softly, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to your lips before trailing his mouth up to your jawline.

“You deserve to be completely spoiled, babe,” he murmured against your skin, his hands resting gently on your waist. “You survived a nightmare this week; you handled it with so much grace, and… you still look absolutely breathtaking. You knew that?”

The shift in the room was magnetic. As his kisses grew warmer against your skin, a sudden, heavy warmth bloomed deep inside you.

The look in Junmyeon’s eyes softened into a heady mix of pure adoration and burning desire. Slipping his hands up to rest against your hips, he smoothed the last of the lotion over your skin, sending a fresh wave of shivers straight down your spine that pulled a soft moan from your lips.

Junmyeon’s breath hitched at the sound. “Can I…?”

“Y-yes,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper against the quiet of the room, nodding just as the thought of him eating you out.

Junmyeon leaned in closer, his lips tracing a fiery path down your thighs, worshipping every inch of you as if he had been waiting, craving all day just for this exact moment. Junmyeon gently kissed the inside of your thighs before his lips touched your pussy—first a soft kiss, then a firm lick.

Your toes curled, your fingers instinctively tangling into his soft hair as his hands held your legs steady. “Oh—oh my god…”

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “So perfect.”

His tongue slid along your slit; his warm breath seemed to burn where it touched as he whispered intoxicated praises you could barely hear. He was completely insatiable, desperate to drink in every part of you, burying his face deeper as his lips parted against your sensitive folds with a greedy, feverish devotion.

“Let me make you feel good, baby,” he growled, his tongue thrusting rhythmically against your entrance, his fingers slowly sliding upward, exploring more of your skin. “Just relax, love. Leave it all to me.”

“Myeon—” you whimpered in a barely audible whisper, clutching his hair more tightly to anchor yourself against the sudden, overwhelming sensation. Your legs squeezed instinctively around his face, your hips lifting and rocking back and forth in an uneven, helpless rhythm toward him. “You feel so—fuck—so good,” you breathed.

Junmyeon let out a low, gravelly growl against your skin, a dark, satisfied smirk curving his lips before he buried his face completely into you again, his nose grinding. He was utterly drunk on your taste, lost to the sensation as his mouth and tongue worked in seamless tandem—slurping firmly at your clit and pressing deep, wet kisses into your folds. He made sure you felt the absolute weight of his devotion, the relentless heat of his breath, and the endless stream of unraveled worship pouring from his lips.

“So sweet… fuck, baby—you taste so good,” he rasped, his voice thick and breathless, tumbling out in a feverish, intoxicated blur between greedy licks. “So fucking good…”

His hands were everywhere, ghosting over your flushed skin with a needy, possessive touch as they dragged up the curve of your waist to squeeze your hips. When one of his palms slid higher and firmly cupped your breast, your free hand scrambled blindly across the sheets before covering his, clutching his fingers tightly as if trying to anchor yourself to anything solid.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. The pressure building in your core crashed over you with terrifying speed, giving you barely enough time to gasp out a warning.

“M-Myeon—oh god, wait—I’m—fuck!” you whimpered, your voice cracking into breathless, broken cries as the first sharp wave of your orgasm hit.

Your thighs clamped tightly around his face, trapping him against you in a desperate reflex. A low, muffled moan tore from Junmyeon’s throat at the sudden pressure, but rather than pulling back, his hands locked onto your body to hold you firmly in place, his palm heavy and warm beneath your trembling grip. He refused to let up for even a second, drinking you with a worshipful intensity. His tongue cleaned up every slick drop of your juices, the wet, heavy sounds filling the quiet room alongside your helpless whimpers.

“That’s it, baby… give it all to me,” he murmured against your slick skin, his words muffled against your flesh as he kept lapping at you through every pulse. “Ah… fuck, you’re doing so good.”

“Babe—ah! Myeon, please—” you sobbed out in a high, trembling whisper, your knuckles white as one hand pulled at his hair and the other squeezed his hand against your chest.

Overwhelmed by the sensory overload, your hips continued to buck and rock unevenly against his face. Junmyeon matched your frantic rhythm stroke for stroke, his tongue relentlessly coaxing out every last vibration of your peak until you were left completely unravelled, trembling violently in his hold.

As the overwhelming intensity finally slowed and subsided into a soft, lingering warmth, Junmyeon’s touch never once lost its gentle, deliberate focus. He remained on his knees on the carpet between your legs for a long moment, his chest rising and falling in steady, heavy breaths. When he finally looked up, his lips were visibly swollen and bright.

“You okay, love?” Junmyeon asked softly, his voice a low, raspy purr that sent a fresh wave of warmth straight to your cunt.

“Myeon… I’m more than okay,” you whimpered weakly, your voice still breathless as you stared down at him. “You’re incredible. Seriously.”

A proud, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his red lips. “I told you I was gonna spoil you tonight, didn’t I?”

With breathtaking patience, he reached for a soft tissue. His movements were so gentle and reverent it felt like a silent act of worship, every touch making sure you felt completely cared for, protected, and cherished down to the smallest detail.

“It’s okay, babe,” you murmured, shifting slightly on the mattress. “You don’t have to.”

“Just a second, lemme get you all fresh,” he whispered, leaning up to press a quick, reassuring kiss to your knee.

Only when he knew you were comfortable, he reached for your pajamas on the edge of the bed. Remaining on his knees, he guided you and helped you slip into them. His hands lingered over every seam, his fingers brushing against your skin at every opportunity as if he simply couldn’t bear to break physical contact.

“There, sweet girl,” he coaxed softly, smoothing the fabric over your shoulders and buttoning it up with careful, deliberate fingers. “So cozy.”

“Thank you, Myeonnie,” you whispered, feeling your eyelids grow heavy under his attentive gaze.

Once you were dressed, he gently hooked his arms under your back and knees, lifting you with effortless care to position you comfortably against the pillows.

As he leaned over to pull the warm comforter up to your chin, the sight of his kiss-swollen lips hovering just inches away made a sudden wave of shyness wash over you. Driven by a quiet, spontaneous burst of affection, you reached up, wrapped your arms securely around his neck, and pulled him down into a sweet, lingering kiss—stealing the taste of him right back.

Junmyeon let out a low, muffled sound of surprise and delight against your mouth, his entire body melting as he collapsed onto the mattress beside you.

“Oh? What was that?” he murmured into the tiny space between your lips, a fond, breathtaking smile breaking across his face as he noticed the rosy blush deepening on your cheeks.

“You deserved it,” you mumbled, hiding your face slightly against his shoulder as the sudden shyness settled in. “You took such good care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you,” he replied fiercely, without a second of hesitation. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest in a sweet embrace. Junmyeon tucked his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and peppering soft, worshipful kisses along your collarbone, your jaw, and the tip of your ear. “You have no idea how much I love doing this for you. You deserve the entire world, but until I can give you that, you’re stuck with me taking care of you like this.”

“I don’t mind being stuck with you,” you giggled softly, the sound muffled against his chest as you tightened your arms around his shoulders.

“Good, because I’m not letting go tonight. Or ever,” he whispered, his thumb stroking soothing, endless circles over your hip beneath the blanket. “Sleep, baby. I’m right here.”

You’re pacing back and forth in front of your sister’s room, debating in your head. This feels insanely stupid and childish. You were close to Stephanie. This shouldn’t be hard to ask.  

“I can hear you drag your feet out there.” She finally calls out to you, tired of the incessant noise you were making.  

“Sorry.” You open her door and carefully shut it behind you. “I need a favor.” 

“What kind of favor?” She continues to type on her laptop. Her nails are freshly done in her classic pink shade. Her hair is curled so effortlessly. Her lash extensions look so natural on her. She’s beautiful. She’s always been so beautiful. 

“Um,” You find a spot on her freshly made bed and find a plushie to hug to ease your nerves. “There’s this guy...” 

The typing is put to a halt and Stephanie slowly turns around to face you, jaw dropped. You have never been interested in boys before. You asked your parents to enroll you in an all-girls high school, that’s how uninterested you were in them. Stephanie cannot believe her own ears. “Say that again.” 

“Steph... Please, it’s so embarrassing.” You hide your face in the plushie. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You’ve just never been into guys like that before.” She sits next to you on her bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. “What’s wrong? What happened?” 

“I told a guy I liked him and...” You can’t even say it. It’s too humiliating. “He said I was too... ‘sweet’.” You groan, wishing that the memory of your crush rejecting you dissipates from your mind. 

“And what’s wrong with that?” She rubs your back gently. She’s so comforting and warm, sometimes you wonder if all sisters come built like this.  

You finally sit up straight and pout in her direction. She tilts her head with a consoling smile.  

“Nothing’s wrong with being sweet. Kindness is a strength and anyone would be lucky to have someone as kind as you are.” She gently places a hand on your cheek. “He doesn’t know what he passed on.” 

You feel like crying. She is one of the sweetest people you have ever met. She is the definition of perfection. You don’t know what you did in your previous life to deserve a sister like her. 

“It’s just...” You think for a second, biting your lips nervously. “I realize I don’t think I even know how to approach guys. Can you teach me?” 

Your sister’s brows rise in surprise.  

“You’ve had boyfriends before and you have guy friends.” You try to explain the logic behind the thought. You watch her think for a bit, examining your pitiful state (you imagine but you know she’s too sweet to think that of you).  

Then, like the fairy godmother that she is, she perks up and agrees.  

You have no idea what you just signed up for. 

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Stephanie, or as her friends call her: Tiffany, invited you to come study with her and her friends at the library. You hadn’t put too much thought into it. So, really, you should have expected this. 

You were met with a room of four men and your sister. Sorry, you forgot to add a bit more context. You were met with four extremely attractive men. How your sister met all these guys. You have no clue.  

“You found it!” Your sister stands up excitedly, hands settling on your shoulders. “Guys, this is my sister, Y/N. Please take care of her as if she was your own.” 

She introduces you to them individually.  

There was Minseok: the sports science major with fox-like eyes you wonder how many people have fallen in love with him just by staring into them, Yixing: the fine arts major who smiled sweetly at you before he went back to work, typing away on his laptop, Chanyeol: the music major with the loud voice and who was by far the friendliest and welcoming, and finally Junmyeon: the poli-sci major who immediately caught your eye – you couldn’t tear your eyes off him. 

You gulp nervously when Junmyeon smiles at you, his eyes look like they're shining. You weren’t aware how beautifully handsome someone could be. You wonder if he and your sister have ever dated. You feel like they would be the picture-perfect couple. 

“Sit here.” Your sister sits you beside Chanyeol who is already beaming at you. It’s kind of freaking you out. You cautiously take out your laptop and shoot him a nervous smile. Were all guys this friendly? 

"You look terrified.” Chanyeol grins at you. He’s right. You are. You have never been in the same room as these many guys before. “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” He says before shooting you a comforting smile and putting his headphones back on.  

Curiously, you peek a glance at his screen. Your mouth opens in amazement when you see a complex looking screen with a bunch of colourful bubbles that you don’t think you’ll ever quite understand. Chanyeol feels your stare and pauses his work. “Do you want to hear?”  

You nod timidly. He smiles and puts the headphones over your ears. He presses play for you, biting on his lip in anticipation. Your eyes immediately widen in amazement. His voice was the perfect mix of smooth and raspy. Your ears couldn’t believe what you were hearing.  

“You made that?” You can’t tell if you’re yelling but Chanyeol is laughing at you and you can’t help but smile back. Interacting with a man seems easy. He nods, shoulders shaking from laughing. “It’s really good!” 

Chanyeol loses his shit and throws his head back before taking the headphones off. 

“Sure, Chanyeol, destroy my sister’s hearing.” Tiffany says sarcastically before she turns back to Junmyeon who laughs subtly through his nose. She listens intently to him as he gets serious again and explains a concept to her. You watch as his lips purse as he talks – pink and glossy, likely from the constant licking he was doing from talking so much. Your sister doesn’t even look at him when he explains. It’s blowing your mind. This is the first time you are seeing your sister do something wrong. Because Junmyeon looks absolutely stunning. You don’t think you would even be able to concentrate if he was your tutor. You don’t even notice that Chanyeol is asking you a question.  

“He’s handsome, huh?” Chanyeol leans in closer so only you could hear him. You jump in your seat and almost fall off when you see how close he is to you. He catches you before you fall. 

“What did you think of my song? It’s my final project.” He asks as if he didn’t just catch you ogling his friend. 

"I-It was really good!” You stutter like an idiot. You make the mistake of glancing at Junmyeon and your sister who are both staring at you with concern. Of course they are. They’re perfect people. Perfect people who check on the condition of others.  

You avert your attention back to the comforting presence that is Chanyeol.  

“Ohh! Thank you! I’m so glad you like it.” He cheers and grabs something from his pocket. “Here, have a candy.”  

“Are you Pavlov-ing her to like your music?” Junmyeon finally talks loud enough for you to hear and your ears melt. His voice is soft but not in the way that makes him look weak, more in the way that makes people want to listen to what he has to say. But most importantly, you melt because he’s funny too. 

“No! She genuinely likes it. Right, Y/N? You’re not lying to be polite?” Chanyeol looks at you expectantly, head tilted playfully with big eyes staring into you. 

“N-No! I would never!” You shake your head quickly and turn to Junmyeon to show him that you do enjoy Chanyeol’s music.  

When you do, your hearts races.  

He’s fully smiling at you, eyes crinkled into crescent moons, wrinkling the corners of his eyes beautifully. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone smile so brightly like that before. 

“I’m just teasing, Y/N.” He laughs it off before returning his attention to your sister. 

The heavy feeling in your chest returns as you spend the entire study session sneaking glances at your sister and Junmyeon. 

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Stephanie’s first step in her guidebook to getting familiar with men is a success. She’s happy to see that Chanyeol has made an impression on you.  

“Oh, hey Chanyeol. What’re you doing in my kitchen?” She asks in her pink silk set and matching fluffy pink slippers. She just woke up, yet she looks so put together. 

“Chanyeol and I are going to go for a run!” You exclaim, blender in hand.  

“That explains the headband.” She taps Chanyeol’s head teasingly before she clicks on the kettle to start boiling her water. Stephanie has a glass of warm water every morning, says it’s good for her metabolism and gut health.  

Your sister takes care of her body with a fragility and femininity touch, focusing on what feels right for her body. You take care of your body by putting it through heavy lifting and tracking your macros. 

Stephanie does pilates and spin while you powerlift and jog.  

“That’s good. You finally found a jogging buddy.” She scrunches her nose at you, booping it affectionately. “Chanyeol, I didn’t know you ran.” 

"Not as fast as Y/N.” He smiles in your direction as you pour your magic smoothie that boosts your energy before a run. He has a taste of the green coloured mix, still skeptical. You watch the light in his eyes return and his ears perk up realizing that you haven’t poisoned him. “This is delicious!”  

Chanyeol chugs the rest of the drink while you giggle, pouring yourself a glass. 

Stephanie stops the kettle midway as not to get to a boil and eyes you both as she drinks her warm water. 

“Hm...” She hums, small smile appearing on her lips.  

“What’s so funny?” You raise an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Nothing.” Her grin doesn’t get any smaller. 

Weird. 

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Stephanie had texted you that the group would be meeting at the same study room you’ve all grown accustomed to. You arrive a lot earlier than the others, opting to study a bit more before you had to be in the same room as Junmyeon. You were in for another distracted session for sure. 

You find a spot on the couch near the room that’s still being used by other students. You check the time and pull the tiny coffee table closer to you and get settled. There’s still lots of time to get some work done. You manage to get a head start on your final essay at the end of the semester, drafting the structure and topics you want to highlight. Maybe you should do a bit more of the reading too.  

A hand waves in your face, disturbing the current flow state you were in. 

You raise your gaze at the culprit in annoyance, brows furrowed. 

They quickly raise in surprise instead when you see Junmyeon’s bright smile directed at you. Your mouth is slightly agape. Your hand shakily moves your headphones from your ears, wrapping your neck instead. It’s a bit hard to breathe when he’s looking at you so prettily.  

“Can I sit with you?” Junmyeon gestures the empty spot next to you and you scooch a bit to make space. 

“O-Of course! Come sit!” You feel like hitting yourself on the head. If Stephanie was here, she would 100% be giggling to herself with how ridiculous you’re acting around him. But how can you act normally when he smells like a fresh basket of laundry and his smile is bright enough to light the city?  

“Looks like there’s still people in there.” He makes small talk as he situates himself beside you. He gets comfortable in his seat. He’s wearing the university’s hoodie paired with baggy denim jeans. It’s a simple outfit most people throw on lazily but on him, it looks curated and intentional like he was going for the college boyfriend look. You must be going crazy. Junmyeon’s chuckle breaks you from your reverie. 

“Sorry? I wasn’t listening.” 

“I figured. I was asking what you were working on.” He’s amused by you. You would too if someone acted a fool around you.  

“Oh.” You say, as if you couldn’t believe he would be interested in what you were doing. “My final essay for intro to psych. I was just drafting it. I figured I’d start early so I don’t rush it later.” 

“Psych?” He tilts his head. “I thought you were a Kinesiology major.”  

You’re surprised he knows this. He’s never asked you this before. Stephanie probably told him when introducing you to the group. 

“It’s just an elective my advisor suggested.” You shrug. It wasn’t your first choice but you were growing to like it. It’s just a course to get through the first semester.  

“I took it my first semester too. Let me see.” He scoots closer to you and turns your laptop slightly to see your notes. The whole library probably heard the sharp breath you just took the second he got close to you. “Relax, I’m not going to judge.” 

He scoffs at your reaction; the edge of his lip rising in amusement. You wonder if the library also hears how loud your heart is racing right now.  

“Colour-coded notes... Cute.”  

Your hand flies to your mouth to cover the ridiculous smile growing on your face. Your cheeks were burning and hurting. You look around the library, anything other than Junmyeon’s unnecessarily perfect and smooth face and pursing lips as he concentrated to read your notes. Your eyes set sight on Chanyeol and you can’t help but feel relief, letting go of the breath you were holding. 

“Chanyeol!” You exclaim, jumping up to greet him. He raises an arm for you and you give him a side hug. 

“Hey Y/N.” His smile eases the tension built in your chest. “Hey Junmyeon. Were you guys studying together?” 

Junmyeon slowly leans away from your laptop and gives Chanyeol a small nod. “I was just looking at her notes.” 

“Ah.” Chanyeol says, shifting his eyes between you two. “The study room’s empty if you guys want to move in there.” 

Junmyeon nods politely, closing your laptop. He grabs it and your backpack too.  

“Oh, you don’t have to do that!” You reach to take your stuff from him but he pulls it slightly away, insisting. 

“It’s right there, Y/N. I got it.” He reassures you with that warm smile of his. 

If the library didn’t hear your heart before, you’re sure they’ve heard it now. 

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“I don’t know about this, Steph...” You pull down on Stephanie’s skirt she lent you for this party. 

“It’ll be fun! Chanyeol will be there.” Your sister hooks an arm around yours excitedly. She’s like a puppy the way she yaps and jumps around you.  

“Okay?” You raise an eyebrow at the mention of Chanyeol. You didn’t want him to see you like this either. 

“All I’m saying is this could be the perfect opportunity to practice how you flirt with guys.” She explains, dragging you to the front entrance where a line has already been formed to get in. 

“It’s a frat house.” You say, scanning the crowd of beautiful women and attractive men. She is throwing you into the ocean and you can’t even swim.  

“They’re normal guys too, you know.” She senses your judgement. 

“No, they’re not! They drink and party, probably do keg stands too!” You try to say it as lowly as possible as not to offend literally everyone here tonight.  

“Not all of them.” 

“Name one.” 

“Junmyeon.” 

“Oh.” 

“Tiffany! Y/N! Come inside!” Minseok’s voice disrupts the moment, waving for you both to come in. You hear a bunch of groans and complaints behind you that you will choose to ignore. Of course your sister had an in to this party. You just didn’t know it would be because of the same boys you formed a study group with. 

“Just try to have fun. If you feel uncomfortable, find me or Chanyeol.” It’s the last thing she says before she’s being dragged in all sorts of directions by different people. You don’t even get the chance to respond. This is her second time mentioning Chanyeol. Did she like him or something? 

The reminder sets off something in your head and you’re met with the realization that you really don’t want to be here. Your skirt was way too short. There were too many people screaming, drinking and dancing. You just don’t fit in.  

You try scanning the crowd for Chanyeol but you don’t find that giant head of his anywhere. Feeling hopeless, you go up the stairs. It might be a bit quieter there. Without thinking, you open the first door you see. 

“Oh, sorry!” You say when you see a pair of legs on a bed. 

“Y/N?” 

You freeze at the door then come to your senses when Junmyeon leans forward, guitar on his lap. He waves you in with a smile on his face. He removes his headphones and puts his guitar back on the stand. You enter, closing the door behind you. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.” You apologize and sit at the edge of his bed, pulling on your skirt before it rides any further. His room is a bit messy which was not what you expected of him. He just seems like such a clean guy – he does smell like one after all.  

There was a chair with a bunch of clothes on it. There were also a bunch of rock posters plastered on his walls: The Beatles and Coldplay for instance. You thought he’d be more into classical music or maybe musicals. Something classy. He is full of happy surprises. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves you off. He gets up from his bed and grabs a hoodie and sweatpants from the pile of clothes. “You look uncomfortable. Do you want to borrow these?” 

Your heart races once again. 

You nod and Junmyeon hands you his clothes before turning around to let you change. You wear the sweats over your crop top and skirt. It smells so ridiculously like him. You take one last sniff before sitting criss-cross on his bed, a lot more comfortable now.  

“You play guitar?” You try to avert your attention from the overwhelming feeling in your chest. 

He turns around, hearing you get on his bed. He’s staring at you with a glint in his eyes. His cheekbones pop out when he grabs the guitar again.  

“Yeah! Do you want to hear?” He sounds so excited to show you, grabbing the headphones and handing them to you. You smile and let him put them over your ears instead - his fingers brushing over your red ears. You’re glad your hair is covering them. 

“Tell me if it’s too loud.” 

You nod, biting on your lip unconsciously. The more you got to know him, the more your attraction for him grew. He was different from your expectations in the best way possible. 

He starts playing a beautiful riff. There is something about the electric guitar that makes it sound as sensual as it is romantic. You stop yourself from leaving your mouth agape, biting on your cheek nervously. There’s a pit growing in your stomach that you’ve only ever felt once in your life when you read a explicit book for the first time. You avoid eye contact with him when he stops. 

“Was that bad? You didn’t seem to like it.” Junmyeon’s smile is present, but his brows show you that he seems a bit embarrassed.  

"No!!” You shake your head vigorously and finally meet his eyes. It’s taking a lot in you not to cry, finding it frustrating that you don’t know how to be comfortable around him. “It was genuinely beautiful. I’ve never heard that song before.” 

“Oh, thank you. I wrote it.” He tells you casually. 

This man can’t be real.  

“You wrote that? You’re so talented! Why aren’t you in music with Chanyeol?” You ask in disbelief. He shrugs, leaning forward to help you take off the headphones. 

“It’s just a hobby. I want to be a lawyer.” He places the blue strat back on the stand next to his bed and leans against the headboard. The image is a bit too much for you. Seeing him in an oversized t-shirt and pyjama pants feels too intimate. You stare into his eyes, distracting yourself from how good he looks sprawled out on his bed. 

“Ohh, well I think you’re really gifted.” You compliment him one more time. “What other hidden talents do you have?” 

He laughs, his eyes smiling at you brightly once again. “You’re cute.”  

You swoon. You’re shocked you haven’t fallen off his bed over that comment. 

Maybe it’s because making him laugh feels like one of your greatest accomplishments. You hope you can make him laugh over and over again so you can hear that beautiful sound nonstop. 

“Just the one. What about you? Can you play?”  

“No, no. I only listen to music. I can’t make it.” You wave your hands embarrassingly. You don’t really have hobbies, unless you count the gym as one. 

“Sure you can. Here, I’ll show you.” He moves off the bed and nudges you to turn your body to the left. You follow, letting your legs fall off the bed. He places the guitar on your lap and crouches in front of you. His fingers wrap around your wrist and places them on the neck.  

“Relax your fingers.” He taps twice on your knuckles and for the first time tonight, he eases your tension even with the next thing he says. “Good girl.” 

He does all the work, placing your three fingers on three strings in a row. There’s something so calming with the way he touches you. He’s being so gentle with you. 

“Strum.”  

You listen to him, strumming the guitar with your thumb like you see musicians do all the time. You’re shocked to hear a cohesive sound.  

“Woah.” 

“Not bad, right?” He beams as he looks up at you with those dark and glossy eyes. You’ll probably dream of them tonight. 

“No. It was really fun-” 

“Junmyeon, have you seen-” 

Your head turns to see Chanyeol at the door, holding onto the doorknob. He blinks once, twice, before saying something. 

“... Y/N.” He finishes his sentence with a blank stare. You’ve never seen him like this before. Chanyeol was always so perky and happy to see you. 

“Hey Chanyeol! Junmyeon was just teaching me a chord.” You say innocently, not putting too much thought into it. Junmyeon stands up from the ground and that’s when you see Chanyeol’s eyes widen ever so slightly.  

“You’re wearing his clothes.” He says, completely ignoring what you just said. 

“She looked uncomfortable, so I lent her some clothes. I hope that’s okay.” Junmyeon clears up any misunderstanding for you. 

“Of course it’s okay.” Chanyeol’s usual tone and facial expression returns. “Your sister is looking for you.” 

“Ah.” You try to put the strat back on the stand but Junmyeon grabs it for you. “Thank you for spending time with me, Junmyeon.”  

“No, thank you. Good night, Y/N.”  

You shoot him one last smile before disappearing behind the door and back into the loud party with Chanyeol. Your heart is still in disbelief of what just happened. 

Chanyeol escorts you to the kitchen where Stephanie is talking to some other friends. She finally sees you by Chanyeol’s side and tilts her head curiously with a sly smile. You wonder what she’s up to with that mischievous grin on her face. 

“Hi Y/N~” She says with a little playful tone. She must be tipsy. She suddenly looks up at Chanyeol with the brightest smile. “Thanks, Chanyeol, for bringing my sister to me~”  

“It’s no problem.” He replies, tone still a bit different than you’re used to. 

Stephanie hooks her arm around yours with the same cheeky grin she’s been sporting since you got here. 

“I’m so happy for you!” She randomly squeals in your ear, making you laugh at how silly she’s being.  

“Happy for what?” You indulge her, just happy that she’s happy. 

“Come on, you’re wearing Chan-” 

“SHOTS!!” Yixing comes out of nowhere with a tray full of tiny cups and shoves them in our faces. Your sister grabs two: one for her and another for presumably you. She doesn’t say much, only winking at you and downing the drink. 

You follow her lead and immediately gag at the awful taste and burn in your throat. 

You wish you could sneak back into Junmyeon’s room and learn the guitar just a bit longer. 

-------- 

You can’t stop thinking about Junmyeon. Even as you’re highlighting notes in your textbook, you don’t halt your thoughts for a second. The way his fingers were delicately touching yours. The way he smiled when you complimented his song. And the way he noticed immediately how uncomfortable you were in Stephanie’s clothes. Junmyeon was making it insanely hard to get over this silly crush on him. 

“Y/N.” Chanyeol calls your name and your bubble bursts. He smiles when he sees you come back down to Earth. “I wanted to talk to you about something.” 

“Sure.” You say, adding the cap back on the highlighter and put all your attention onto him. 

“It’s a bit out there. And I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship.” Chanyeol looks really nervous. He’s rubbing his pen with his thumb and you can feel his leg shaking under the table. 

“It won’t. I can’t afford to lose a jogging buddy.” You joke, taking a sip from your bottle. 

“I just want to make sure I’m not reading this wrong. But do you like Junmyeon?” 

Caught off guard, you choke on your drink. You tap your chest to clear the liquid from your throat. Chanyeol also helps, patting your back. 

“W-What- How did you?” 

“You’ve liked him since the day we all met, right?” Chanyeol cuts you off. He’s looking at you expectantly like he’s being a good cop and you’re the criminal he’s interrogating. “I can tell by the way you look at him. And I’m saying this to you as a friend who wants to give you advice - which you can take or not of course.” 

You didn’t know you were being that obvious around Junmyeon. 

“You should tell him how you feel.” Chanyeol’s eyes soften and he looks... sad? He isn’t - hasn’t been his usual jolly self since the party and you’re unsure why. 

“But what if he rejects me? Like the other guy? I’m so scared, Chanyeol.” Your gaze lowers to your hands on your lap. This is embarrassing. Chanyeol was able to read you at first glance and you were still stuck in square one, unable to talk to your crush without dysfunctioning and having your heart jump out of your chest. 

“You won’t know how he feels until you tell him. You have to tell people how you feel when you feel them, Y/N.” He stops and thinks for a second before resuming. “Otherwise... You might miss out on other opportunities.”  

“I can’t even be myself with him. I get so nervous and jittery. I’m not ready.” Your head falls onto your textbook in embarrassment. “I just want to be as calm with him as I am with you.” 

Chanyeol scoffs and makes you turn your head so your cheek was on a page and you were facing him instead.  

“I promise you you’ll get there with time. That’s just what having a crush feels like.” He pats your head gently and smiles at you comfortingly. You could always count on him to cheer you up.  

You straighten yourself and go for a hug. “Thank you so much Chanyeol.”  

It takes him a second before wrapping his arms around you tightly. His head rests at the top of your head while his hand rubs your back.  

“Don’t mention it.” 

The hug is cut short when you hear the door to the study room open. 

“Oh, sorry we didn’t mean to interrupt.” Stephanie comes in with the same twinkle in her eye as that time at the party. Junmyeon is right behind her. He shoots you a faint smile before shifting his eyes to the floor, not even greeting you or Chanyeol with enthusiasm like he usually does. 

Did you offend him somehow? 

Maybe you accidentally said something at the party. You think hard to that night. But nothing comes to mind. You thought Junmyeon and you had a really good time for the short time you were together. 

You purse your lips, trying not to let it get to you. What if you missed the window of opportunity like Chanyeol warned you? 

“Oh shoot. I forgot my textbook in my locker. I’ll be right back.” Stephanie says as she rummages through her purse. “It’s so far though…” 

“I’ll walk with you.” Chanyeol stands up and follows your sister out the door, passing you with a comforting pat on your back. You exhale as you realize what he’s doing. 

Your eyes follow Junmyeon as he sits in his usual spot across from you. He’s still quiet, refusing to look at you. 

A thought crosses your mind. 

“Um, Junmyeon…”  

He lifts his head instinctively, finally meeting your eyes. You can tell he’s silently regretting it. There’s a gloomy look in his gaze and you really want to make him feel better. 

“I just wanted to thank you for lending me your clothes on Friday. It was really nice of you.” You clear your throat to calm the nerves. Somehow you’ve convinced yourself that the reason he won’t reply and probably hates you is because you haven’t returned his clothes yet. “I promise I’ll get them back to you. I just wanted to wash them first.” 

“There’s no need for that.” Junmyeon’s smile returns but it’s too polite… too nice. It doesn’t feel like him. His genuine smile is contagious and warm, not cold and foreign. His gaze goes back to his laptop as yours don’t leave his form. 

You’re pouting now. This somehow feels worse than the first time you got rejected. Probably because you actually know the guy this time. 

You have to tell people how you feel when you feel them. 

“Junmyeon!”  

His eyes widen and he’s staring at you all freaked out. You don’t think you’ve ever raised your voice at anyone before. 

“I- I-” The confidence is quick to fade away but you have to keep going. “I like you. And I’m sorry if I’ve offended you somehow but I thought we got along really well on Friday and- and whatever it is you have a problem with, please tell me now because I’m going crazy here.” 

Junmyeon stares at you in what you think is a look of disbelief.  

“Or don’t. Please ignore what I said.” You sit back down and focus on your laptop, moving your cursor all over your screen, not necessarily clicking on anything. 

“You like me?” He breaks the silence, lips curving into a smile. 

But it’s quick to leave his face. And there’s a pit growing in your stomach. 

“Yes.” You say nervously, biting on your lip. It feels like an eternity waiting for him to say anything else. He’s thinking really hard, you can tell by the way he purses his lips. The face is all too familiar. It’s the same face your first crush had when he was rejecting you. You want to bury yourself under a bunch of sand and let the ocean take you out with a big wave. “I-It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I won’t take it personally-” 

“Wait, no.” Junmyeon’s eyes shift to you then to the door. “Um, come.” 

Before you knew it, Junmyeon grabs your wrist and pulls you up and out of the study room, leaving all your belongings behind. 

“My laptop...” You pout as he brings you to one of the empty aisles of the library. 

“They’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.” Junmyeon comforts you but it’s not enough to ease the anxiety that’s blown out of proportion inside of you. You just want to shake out the rejection from his mouth. He brought you here so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends. That must be it. You’re Stephanie’s inexperienced younger sister, of course he wouldn’t want you- 

“Listen,” He starts and you hold your breath. “You’re really nice and sweet.” 

Here it comes. 

“I just... want you to think about this a little bit more. We’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks. You’re just getting over a different guy. I don’t want to rush into things so quickly...” He says a bit too fast, like he’s trying to get rid of the words and get this over with. He’s looking at you with a softened gaze like he’s handling a dried bouquet of flowers and trying not to make a mess before he throws it into the trash.  

“Oh, no worries. I get it.” You wave him off like it’s no big deal; the sting in your eyes burning extra hard. The shake in your voice isn’t hard to ignore either. “I’m sorry for making things weird.” 

“Y/N... Wait, that’s not-” He tries to reach for you but you retreat first.  

“No, really, it’s okay.” You force a smile before turning back and rushing to the study room. The tears come out a lot easier than it is to stop them. 

You open the door and are met with four pairs of eyes staring at you. 

Stephanie is the first to get up and check on you. You dodge her and grab your things, slinging your bag onto your shoulder before you head to the door. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Where’s Junmyeon?” You hear Chanyeol’s voice behind you and his chair screech to check on you too. Overwhelmed, you leave the room and head anywhere else. 

“Y/N, slow down.” Your sister is quick to follow you. She’s always been fast to be by your side. You don’t slow your pace though, walking even faster so she doesn’t see the tears running down your face. 

So she follows. She’s with you the only way you’re letting her. 

She trails behind you when you finally walk out the doors of the university and stop, unsure where to go next. She places a hand on your back and pulls you in for a side hug. 

“Come, my car’s this way.” She says, pulling you in the direction of her parking spot. It’s not a far walk but it’s enough to calm you down from the heightened emotions. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N. So I can help you.” She asks when you finally get inside her car, giving you a moment to settle your breath before speaking. 

Stephanie’s voice is filled with warmth and comfort. She feels like the sun and you can’t help but look her way. 

“I confessed to my crush.” You tell her shyly. “And he rejected me. Again.” 

You can’t believe you let this happen again. 

She frowns. 

“But you came in crying and Chanyeol was in the room.” 

It’s your turn to raise your eyebrow at her.  

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, unsure what she’s hinting at. 

“Your crush? Isn’t it Chanyeol?” She asks like you’re the one who is lost. 

You blink at her, once, twice. 

“… Junmyeon. I told Junmyeon I like him and he rejected me.” 

You can see the horror flash in Stephanie’s eyes and she covers her mouth. 

“What?” You ask, mirroring her reaction. “Why’s this so hard to believe?” 

“I’ve… I’ve been telling Junmyeon how you’ve been crushing on Chanyeol…” She says quietly, voice low and ashamed of what she’s done. You frown. When have you ever told her you were into Chanyeol?  

You’re just getting over a different guy. Suho’s voice rings in the back of your mind. And that sentence finally starts to make sense to you. You thought he was talking about the first guy who you were definitely over. 

“Y/N… I am so sorry. I can fix this!” Stephanie immediately goes on her phone and starts typing on her phone. 

“Steph, what are you doing?” You watch as she nervously types, erases, types and erases. 

“I’m texting Junmyeon right now.” She says frantically. You’ve never seen your sister so stressed out before. 

“What? Why?” You take her phone and delete the message. “He doesn’t like me! That's not going to change.” 

She steals her phone back and puts it away on her lap. 

“No, Y/N, I think he does.” She deadpans. 

“I was so fixated on you and Chanyeol. I didn’t put two and two together that you would be interested in Junmyeon. Oh god, I think I made a mess.” She continues. Her face is mixed with embarrassment and an eagerness to share her new-found revelation. “But Junmyeon definitely likes you.” 

You don’t even know how to respond to her. She must have lost her mind. As if she sees the confusion on your face, she persists. 

“He’s always asking about you.” She insists. 

“Stop lying. He’s just being nice.” 

“No, before I introduced you to the guys, he’s never once asked how my sister was, what your major was, what your schedule was or if we were meeting with you and the study group - even though I’m pretty sure you’re very comfortable talking to the opposite sex now and the study group is very much not needed anymore.” Stephanie looks very serious and… convincing. You can’t tell if this is just Stephanie’s communications bachelor’s talking.  

“Y/N, how exactly did he reject you?” 

You fold your lips into your mouth nervously. 

Now that you think of it… You can’t remember the exact words.  

It felt like a rejection. 

Stephanie sees the hesitation in your face and for the first time, you see your sister get annoyed with you. 

“We’re fixing this.” 

-------- 

Stephanie has you pacing back and forth in front of Junmyeon’s fraternity house. She had dropped you off under the premise that you were going to a cute coffee shop to study for the upcoming midterms.  

It’s been 15 minutes and she still hasn’t returned. She really did abandon you at the front steps like some stray cat. You feel your stomach turn as you approach the door. With a big gulp, you ring the doorbell. 

You release the tension from your shoulder when Minseok opens the door with a bright smile. 

“Y/N! Tiffany said you’d be stopping by.”  

Your shoulders tense up again. You hope she didn’t tell them anything. Although, they did see you walk into the room with tears in your eyes. It would be weird if they hadn’t figured it out on their own. 

“Junmyeon’s the first to the right.” He invites you in and throws a hand in the direction of the familiar room. So he does know. Great. 

“He hasn’t really talked to any of us about what happened. Just been cooped up in his room playing the guitar.” Minseok pats you on the back and lead you to the stairs. “Just talk to him.” 

You nod and find your way up the stairs that brought you to him the first time. You open the door to find him in the same position, legs straight on the bed, his cute feet covered in socks and moving to the rhythm of his music. You peek your head through to let yourself be seen but find his eyes closed and headphones on. Unsure how to approach this, you shut the door a little harder than you would usually.  

He doesn’t budge, still strumming along the blue strat.  

You bite your bottom lip and do the unthinkable. 

You tickle his foot. 

Junmyeon almost kicks you, eyes wide in surprise. Once it registers that it’s you, his body relaxes and he rushes to take off his headphones.  

“I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” He comes to your side and inspects you for any damage he might have done.  

“You didn’t even touch me.” You reassure him, offering him a small smile. You don’t let him say another word before you let yourself ramble. 

“Junmyeon, I came to say I’m sorry for the way I reacted. I rushed out of there and didn’t let you finish. I really do enjoy spending time with you and I hope that we can still stay friends. And maybe you can still teach me the guitar?” You finally say the words you had been practicing in your head this whole week. The heavy weight on your chest has finally been lifted and your conscience is now cleared. It’s now up to Junmyeon to accept being your friend. You wait for him to smile and say no worries, let’s just forget alllll about it. And you can try to move on from his beautiful brown eyes that disappear when he smiles. 

“But I don’t want to be friends.” He frowns. 

And the heavy feeling returns.  

“Oh.” 

“No, no.” He approaches you, hands reaching your sides awkwardly as if he didn’t want you to run off in tears again. “Please don’t misunderstand. I like you. Like, really really like you.” 

“Oh.” You were so ready for him to reject you kindly that this didn’t feel like an actual option. You didn’t think Stephanie would be right, but of course she was. It’s Stephanie. 

“Please stop saying oh.” He bites onto his lip nervously, almost looking like he’ll cry right then and there. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just having such a hard time believing any of this is real. But that’s my problem not yours.” You say, backing away from his hold. 

Junmyeon pulls you in for the hug, wrapping his arms around you and refusing to let you run away again. It takes you a couple seconds to react but you snake your arms around once you’ve come to your senses that Kim Junmyeon is hugging you. You rest your cheek against his chest and you smell the familiar scent of his laundry you’ve grown addicted to. You feel his every tense muscle soften around your body. 

“I’ve liked you ever since you walked into that study room looking all nervous to meet a bunch of guys. To be honest, when Stephanie first approached me, I thought it was a bit weird. We had only been study partners, and suddenly, she wants me to help her with her inexperienced sister.” He pulls away a bit so he can look at you as he confesses to you how he feels. Your heart stops when his lips curve into a smile and he laughs at the memory of Stephanie being Stephanie and doing the most to help you. 

“But when you were yelling at Chanyeol with those headphones on, I was hooked. You looked so cute. I couldn’t wait to talk to you. I wanted to know more. I’ve never felt so curious about a person before.” He admits, resting a gentle hand on your cheek. “I couldn’t understand how someone so cute could ever get rejected.” 

You gulp when his eyes flicker to your lips.  

“Cute.” He mutters to himself before kissing your cheek and making your face unintentionally burn up. “So no, I don’t want to be just friends with you, but I would love nothing more than to take you out on a date and take our time getting to know one another.” 

Your heart races at an impossible speed. 

“And maybe guitar lessons?” You manage to mutter out like an idiot. 

Junmyeon’s smile quickly morphs into the one you love so much, brightening the room and warming your heart. 

“Maybe.” 

Unable to contain your happiness, you return the smile and give him a quick peck on his lips. 

“Well, it’s a definitely, now.”

✰ bonus ova here ✰

chananyeol bong: y/n is sucha big fluff ball omfg shes so oblivious that two men are fighting for her affection. if only that was meeeeee </3 (not really i would hate that) i hope you guys enjoy!!!! this was supposed to be 2k words MAXXXX but idk i let the writing gods take the wheel on this one. 🙏🏼😊 there's going to be a part 2 but the story is basically done!! part 2 is just a bonus for us!! 💓💘

and of course a happy early birthday to kim junmyeon!!! ilysm ty for being the rock of the family you sweet sweet boy!!! 🥹😭💖💗💌💘

this is y/n btw:

"You're popular today."

You look up from your laptop and peer at the stack of letters in your roommate's hands. She waves the multicolored pieces of paper in front of your face with a sly grin. "Feels like I'm in kindergarten all over again and the popular kid got all the Valentine's."

"What are you talking about?" you sigh, holding your hand out impatiently. "Nothing exciting about getting a bunch of bills."

"Bills?!" She flops down next to you on the couch and spreads out the pink and red envelopes. "Do these look like bills to you?"

You take the envelopes and flip through them quickly. Sure enough, your name is plastered on the front of each one, each with different handwriting and writing styles. There's no return address, or even any indication of the sender's identity.

"Kinda creepy," you mutter.

"I think it's cute! Who's doing this anymore, huh? I'd much rather get one of these then get another 'you up' message from Hinge." She shudders. "Well, aren't you going to open them?"

You sit there and go through each letter one by one, your face burning embarrassingly hot with each word read out loud between the two of you. They're… love notes. Confessions of feelings ranging from silly and light-hearted to deeply sincere. With each note, you realize the identity of each letter writer: nine distinct men that you’ve had contact with recently. Some of whom you’ve known for years, but some that you barely knew their names.

Each letter ends similarly: a request to take you on a proper first date. 

“It seems like I had better find some plans for Valentine’s Day,” your roommate whistles.

“I don’t even know what to do,” you moan, putting your head in your hands. “Nine dates to choose from?”

“Oh no, my steak is too juicy, my lobster is too buttered.” She pries your head out of your grasp and squeezes your hands reassuringly. “Hey, you know all these guys, right? It’s not like they’re creeps. You really can’t make a wrong choice here. And hey, who said you can’t go on all these dates?”

You roll your eyes, but she nods vigorously. “Seriously! If you really can’t choose… then don’t!”

You look at the scattered letters around you and think carefully. Of course, one date (or nine) couldn’t hurt. The question was: who should you reply to first?

⋆˙⟡♡ the artist you accidentally bumped into on the street last week?

⋆˙⟡♡ the man you’ve started talking to on the commute home from work?

⋆˙⟡♡ the pianist who’s always playing in your apartment lobby?

⋆˙⟡♡ your next-door neighbor who’s always trying to borrow some sugar?

⋆˙⟡♡ the barista at your favorite cafe?

⋆˙⟡♡ the guy you met at the record store?

⋆˙⟡♡ your old college friend you recently reconnected with?

⋆˙⟡♡ the dancer that’s always in the gym at the same time as you?

⋆˙⟡♡ your childhood best friend?

junmyeon laughs at the shocked look on your face. “what, you thought i wasn't going to marry you some day?”

you shake your head, lost for words. “you can't just—you're not supposed to be...so...casual about it.”

junmyeon takes your hand in his, thumb tracing your ring. “sweetheart, let me assure you, my love for you is nothing but casual. and there's no way i'm going to propose to you in pajamas. i'd like to think i'm a little classier than that.”

you laugh at that, feeling a little giddy when he kisses the back of your hand like the gentleman that he is.

“so, what do you like more? platinum? or diamonds?”

you pretend to think. “well...you.”

now it's junmyeon's turn to blush. “you can't just say things like that,” he groans, hiding his face in your shoulder. “that's my thing.”

You stood before the full-length mirror in the boutique's private fitting room, the emerald silk dress clinging to your curves like liquid jade. The fabric caught the warm lighting, highlighting every dip and swell of your body.

This was your third shopping trip this week, but this dress had stopped you cold the moment you'd spotted it through the window.

Junmyeon had followed you inside, his presence filling the small space as he came up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest while his eyes met yours in the reflection.

"You look breathtakingly beautiful, m'love," he murmured against your ear, his lips brushing your earlobe. You felt his warm breath fan across your skin, and the way his arms tightened around you told you everything about his desperation.

"myeon... can I buy this...?" you asked, turning in his embrace. Your hands found his cheekbones, thumbs stroking gently over his skin.

Junmyeon reached into his pocket without hesitation, pulling out his wallet. The black card appeared between his fingers, extended toward you with complete trust.

You squealed with delight, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you so much, baby~"

Just as you turned to leave and pay, his hand caught your arm, pulling you back against him. His voice dropped to a whisper against your ear.

"ah ah. You have to earn it."

His hands slid down to grip your hips through the silk, fingers pressing into the fabric as he pressed his growing hardness against your ass. The fitting room suddenly felt much smaller, the air thicker with tension.

"How do you want to earn it, baby?" he asked, his voice low and rough. His hands moved to cup your breasts through the dress, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "on your knees? bent over this bench? or right here against the mirror while you watch yourself?"

Junmyeon's hands tightened around your waist, your arms looped around his neck, fingers threading through the hair at his nape. "There." your eyes flicked toward the oversized sofa behind him. "I don't wanna ruin this dress though," you murmured, glancing down at the emerald silk still clinging to your body.

A knowing grin spread across Junmyeon's face. His fingers found the delicate straps at your shoulders, hooking beneath the silk and tugging them down slowly. The dress slid over your curves like water, pooling at your feet and leaving you in nothing but the expensive white lace lingerie he'd bought you the week before.

The sheer fabric barely covered anything—your nipples visible through the delicate material, the tiny panties already damp against your skin.

Junmyeon grabbed your ass with both hands, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. "do you know what you're doing to me?" he hissed, his voice strained as he swallowed hard, the bulge in his pants pressing insistently against your core.

Your palms dragged down his white dress shirt, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fabric. You walked him backward until his legs hit the couch, then pushed him down and carefully straddled his lap.

The moment you settled over him, his hard length pressed against your soaked panties, and Junmyeon exhaled sharply, his breath hot against your neck.

You ground down on him, feeling every inch of his cock through the thin lace. Your hands rested on his chest, the shirt becoming nearly see-through from the sweat gathering there. "myeon, I wanna ride you," you moaned, the words barely coherent.

"go ahead, babe," he breathed, his cock twitching beneath you.

You reached between your bodies, shifting the lace aside just enough before sinking down onto him. Inch by inch, he filled you, stretching you open until your thighs met his. Both of you exhaled at the same time, the aching emptiness finally satisfied.

"oh—you're so tight...!" Junmyeon heaved, his hands automatically finding your hips like he had your body memorized. You started moving at a devastatingly slow pace, rolling your hips in teasing circles that made him groan.

His fingers dug into your skin, unable to take the torment any longer. He started slamming you down onto him, his hips thrusting up to meet every movement.

The wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the fitting room, your moans loud and unrestrained as he fucked you with increasing intensity.

Junmyeon groaned, his forearm muscles flexing with every thrust. "shit—"

"myeon, i—i can't," you whimpered, your fingers clawing at his shoulders.

"yes—you can," he reassured, continuing to drive into you relentlessly.

The line of workers outside could hear everything—the wet sounds, your desperate moans that sounded they came straight from a pornographic film, junmyeon's grunts of pleasure.

His secretary peeked through the door at Junmyeon's signal, then quickly shut it, the workers scattering.

His length twitched inside you, every vein pulsing against your walls. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, barely contained by the white lace bra.

"ngh—Myeon!" your voice barely coherant, "i saw this bag—" you whimpered, bouncing on his cock. "would you buy it for me—"

"can I cum in you first?" he groaned, his voice breaking. you nodded frantically, still riding him. "Yes—please!"

Junmyeon buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he filled you with hot cum. You kept moving, riding out his orgasm while chasing your own, your walls clenching around him.

His mouth found yours in a desperate kiss, tongues sliding together as you moaned into each other's mouths. He swallowed your cries while his hands gripped your ass, helping you grind down harder.

The kiss turned messy, teeth clashing, saliva mixing as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. You came with a muffled scream against his lips, your body shaking as your orgasm crashed through you, his cum leaking out around his still-hard cock.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing and the soft rustle of silk against skin. You lay there for a moment, letting the tremors subside, your heart hammering against your ribs.

He didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he pressed his forehead to yours, his own breath warm and uneven against your cheek, anchoring you to the earth after that dizzying flight, "I love you," your breathe fanned on his lips.

His thumbs stroked your cheekbones, wiping away the sheen of sweat, "I love you too."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering there.

Your eyes, then flickered towards the drress. It was absurd, really. The dress had cost more than a fortune, a masterpiece of embroidery and delicate threads. Now, it was crumpled and damp, discarded in the heat of the moment without a second thought.

The thought should have horrified you, but all you felt was a strange, hollow satisfaction.

He shifted, his hand sliding up your spine, tracing the curve of your shoulder blade. The touch was gentle now, a contrast to the desperatjon claiming from moments before. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes dark and hazy with the same lingering haze that clouded your own mind.

There was a possessiveness in his gaze that sent a fresh shiver down your legs, even as your body began to cool.

"Don't move," he murmured, his voice rough, barely above a whisper. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your jawline. You leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering shut. The scent of him—musk, sweat, and something distinct filled your senses, more intoxicating than any perfume the dress had ever been paired with.

You felt the weight of him settle against your thigh, still hard despite the climax, a testament to his own hunger, it wasn't over. He kissed you again, softer this time, tasting of salt and shared breath.

If you're having a bad day, he’ll want you to tell him all about it so he can make it better.

He will be the type of boyfriend who opens the car door or any other door for you.

If it’s cold, he gives you his jacket to keep you warm.

If you're talking, he gives you his full attention.

When you're going to cross a street, he’ll hold your hand and keep you close to him.

He will spoil you by buying you the most random thing because he thinks you’ll like it.

If you are in trouble, he will tell you to call him to get you out of it.

He’ll try to make you laugh, even if he has to hurt or embarrass himself to do so.

He looks at you like you are the most beautiful diamond he’s ever seen.

He will be your number one fan and cheer you on in everything you do.

He’ll cook for you and make sure everything is perfect.

When he’s stressed, he’ll go to you, and you’ll take the stress away.

He can’t ever get mad at you; it’ll hurt him to do so.

If you have somewhere to go, he’ll ask if he can drive you there.

When you're out with the guys, he makes sure you're having a good time.

He will always put your needs before his own.

He likes to take you to museums or libraries.

Always have something cute planned for your dates.

He likes to buy you clothes and makes us try them out for him.

He’ll get jealous of you if you give his brothers more attention than him.

He talks about you to the boys to the point that they get annoyed.

A wheeze left you as you stepped down onto the pale blonde sand, feeling completely changed as the warmth enveloped your bare feet. Wow. This was paradise indeed.

“How could she hide her wealth from us all this time? We all rented the shittiest apartment together when we were in university. This makes no sense.”

Mac shrugged, not feeling any sting of betrayal like you were. “And yet here we are for the wedding destination of the year. Are they waiting over there with flutes of champagne for us? I’ve never had this type of perk upon arriving anywhere before.”

“You’ve never been flown into a tiny island for a wedding like this before either.” You eyed everything a little more cynically. “We only paid two thousand dollars to attend this.”

“And?”

“Look around Mac! This is utter paradise. This is mad! This is expensive.”

“Oh no,” he lamented, shaking you gently. “You’re not going to get hung up on the details, are you? Our best friend met the woman of her dreams. Now she’s getting married. We, as members of her bridal party need to get on board with her ideal wedding. She wanted something tropical and on the beach. It can’t get any better than this for Jennie.”

You sighed, knowing he was right. You wanted the very best for Mac and Jennie, but you also wanted answers. Nodding gratefully at the flute of bubbles handed to you, you craned your neck to see if your other best friend that you hadn’t seen in six months would suddenly appear before you and settle your nerves. Maybe there was some misunderstanding, some other way you had both ended up flying halfway across the world to this little island for less than you knew something like this had to cost.

Instead, you spent the next ten minutes listening to the head of staff on the island letting you and the eight others who had flown in with you about how the island ran. Whilst they had a heavy focus on nature and serenity, it was a resort all the same, with full amenities to promote relaxation and zen.

“Maybe we need to get you to the spa,” Mac murmured to you with a chuckle. “You’re not looking very zen.”

“I want to find Jennie.”

“For those here for the Mabell-Lorne wedding, please follow me in this direction,” a staff member suddenly gestured to a small pathway and you and Mac followed her. She smiled at you both. “We are still waiting on more wedding attendees to arrive today, but the hosts are up here. You are part of the Lorne bridal party, yes?”

“We are.”

“Excellent, I will organise you into your lodgings for the duration of the week, and then we can show you where those already here are relaxing today.”

You weren’t led to a large resort building, but rather, a pod-like village, all connecting to a boardwalk that sat near the beachfront. You laughed sharply, and Mac, who was uncharacteristically quiet too, wrapped his arm around you again. “This is insane.”

“This is our private cottage colony,” the clerk mentioned, gesturing to the buildings you were heading towards. “The whole wedding party will be located over here for privacy and easy commute to other attendees. The brides-to-be are staying in the cottage up the front here, and you both have been allocated a cottage to share a row back. Allow me to show you to it now.”

Another disbelieving laugh left you when you saw the luxurious cottage. Everything was high-end. There were two plush beds facing out to the sea through a window wall, a shower with three shower heads that was large enough for you both and even Jennie to share comfortably, and a waiting goodie basket full of branded chocolates, perfume, and another bottle of champagne.

“Okay, I’m suddenly on board with interrogating Jennie now,” Mac admitted after letting out a low whistle. You let go of your purse onto a bed and then marched back out to the waiting clerk who led you both to your best friend.

You saw the back of her first. She was laughing whilst leaning into her fiancée Cassida and your heart squeezed for the genuine love between the pair. However, Mac, now having caught up to your level of stress, called out and broke up the canoodling moment. “Oi, Jennifer Marie Lorne. You have some explaining to do.”

Jennie shrieked and turned, running at you and Mac, and your annoyance dissipated as soon as the woman held you both tightly to her body. “I’ve missed you both, oh my God.”

“I’ve missed you more,” you told her, as Mac patted you both on the back, his signature hug style.

“And I’m always glad to have women in my arms, but I have to know. How the hell did you pull this off, Jennie?”

Your best friend stepped back and allowed Cassida to hug you both whilst wringing her hands together. “So, uh. There’s something I need to tell you both about my family.”

The sun was finally setting in paradise, and you had spent the last few hours finding out that your best friend for the last ten years had been born into wealth. You and Mac had heaps of questions, but at the end of it all, being rich didn’t mean Jennie wasn’t the same person you thought she was. Well, mostly. You still were trying to wrap your head around the fact that her parents actually owned multiple island resorts just like this one, and that Jennie had wanted an authentic college experience fending for herself and not living like the elite she was.

You’d taken this information on board better than you initially felt you would, and the excitement of Cassida and Jennie’s wedding returned before long. You guessed you could see this week-long stint on a tiny island as a great way to relax before returning to reality after all this. In fact, you had just woken from a small nap and gotten ready for the first night of wedding festivities.

Dinner with the wedding party wasn’t too bad. Yes, you noticed the wealth radiating off certain people gathered there, but everyone was welcoming, and you didn’t feel out of place in your maxi beach dress that you had gotten on sale and not from a branded store. Mac had already charmed his way into the graces of Cassida’s very single cousin Lydia, forever finding his way through life with a smile on his face and adapting to any situation thrown at him.

You were more reserved, however, and made polite conversation where it mattered, trying to not monopolise all of Cassida and Jennie’s attention when they were wanted by everyone there to celebrate their love story. But you were thankful when the younger members of the group decided to head off to the club on the island to continue the night. Relaxing with your best friends and dancing for a couple of hours loosened you up, as did your second drink of the night. You weren’t buzzed, but your shoulders were no longer up by your ears, and you were laughing and having a good time.

You were on a romantic little island though. And there was a part of you, as you watched Mac cosy up with Lydia, and then Jennie and Cassida kissing as they danced, that made you look around the crowd. Maybe there could be someone here you could get to know. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet someone for an island fling, wasn’t it? How many of your other close friends were going to get married like this?

Searching the crowd again, your gaze snagged on a group of people who had been at another table during dinner. You hadn’t paid them much attention earlier, trying to keep up with conversation going around the table you were sat at instead, but now you were free to acknowledge the group more easily.

“What’s caught your eye?” Mac breathed heavily into your ear, wrapping a sweaty arm around your shoulders that you immediately shrugged off. “Or who? Don’t want your bestest best friend leaning over you in case you want to shoot your shot?”

“Y/N?” Jennie said with a laugh, shaking her head lightly. “There are calculated risks to everything, Mac.”

“Including dating. ‘I can’t possibly jump into anything that fast’,” he concluded, echoing words you had said years ago.

You rolled your eyes. “I can be spontaneous.”

“You over-plan everything.”

“You immediately grew cynical when we arrived here earlier,” Mac pointed out and you looked at him accusingly.

“Excuse me, but so did you!”

“Okay, so I should have told you both earlier in our friendship, but I never made friends, only people who wanted me for my status. I apologise!” Jennie claimed dramatically and you laughed whilst rolling your eyes. Jennie then grabbed your hand and pulled you to where she and Cassida were still dancing. “But we’re right, Y/N. You don’t just leap without checking what’s happening below.”

“Maybe I could here,” you announced, looking back over at the group from before. There was one man amongst them all that made your heart thud faster. Although he’d lost his jacket, his clothing screamed wealth, and you sighed a little, wondering if someone like you could still be attractive to anyone on this island. A little fun wouldn’t hurt, though. And if you could get away from your best friends, they could actually enjoy more romance themselves. You knew Mac was dying to make out with Lydia but kept near you just so you weren’t left out entirely.

You straightened your shoulders. “Actually, I know I can. I like someone already.”

“Holy shit.” Mac looked straight at Jennie, a hand coming to rest over his heart. “Is our baby bird ready to fly our nest, darling?”

“We’ve raised her well. It’s about time she wobbles on out of here.”

“I will not wobble. I can do this,” you told them both, catching the eye of the man in question and smiling at him. He looked you over from head to toe and returned his focus to your eyes, smiling back.

“Oh god.” Jennie tracked your focus. “Hey Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“That’s uh, my father’s best friend’s son.”

“Aim high baby!” Mac exclaimed with a wolf whistle.

“What’s his name?”

“Kim Junmyeon. His dad was at dinner with us. You know, the one I mentioned ran this island for my parents.”

“You mean, he lives here?”

Jennie frowned. “I think he lives here some of the year. Junmyeon helps run the place. He will take over when his Dad retires.”

You laughed lightly. “Of course, I would go for the most unrealistic option here.”

“He’s really nice,” Jennie supplied, and Mac rubbed your bare shoulders like he was warming you up for a round in the boxing ring. You guessed it was a bit like that with how your brain was already throwing punches at you to not proceed anywhere near the attractive man.

You rolled your shoulders under Mac’s hands, and he moved them to tap you playfully on the butt. “Atta girl. You’ve got this. I’ve watched you slay mediocre men in the office. Treat it like an interview.”

“Not like an interview,” Jennie breathed at the terrible advice, but you nodded decisively and started walking over to the group. Junmyeon stepped away from his friends to meet you halfway.

And of course, just before you reached his side, you did in fact wobble. How could you lose your footing when you didn’t even have any heels on or something to make you step poorly, to begin with, you didn’t know. One moment you were confidently moving towards the gorgeous man, and the next you were falling.

“Woah,” he breathed, reaching out to right you before you fell, and you gripped his forearms that were exposed by his rolled-up sleeves, sinking into the warmth of his body. They were firm, and you reluctantly loosened your hold when you felt stable enough.

“That was not how I was hoping to come over and say hello,” you admitted sheepishly, and looked up into his face. He was the brightest thing here under the stars of the outdoor club, especially when he grinned at your statement. You felt momentarily blinded, your heart thudding out three words in repetition.

I like him.

“It’s very memorable all the same. And you gave me the chance to show my chivalry.”

“I can’t take the moment from you then.”

“No, but you could tell me the name of the woman I just saved?”

“Y/N,” you said, lifting a hand away to hold out in greeting.

He slipped his palm against yours without hesitation. “Junmyeon. Are you here for Jennie’s wedding?”

“The one and only. Maid of honour, at your service.”

“You’re the best friend from college days that I’ve heard a lot about.”

You nodded. “One of them.”

“And how are you liking paradise?” he wondered, gesturing to the place around you without taking his eyes off yours.

“It’s like a dream.”

“Don’t want to wake up?” he wondered, and you smiled again.

“Definitely not right now.”

“It would be terrible if you did.”

You spent the rest of the night getting to know Junmyeon. At one point, your friends came over and joined you for a chat, and you marvelled at how easily Junmyeon fitted in with everyone. Of course, he knew Jennie and was able to share anecdotes of their childhood growing up. Not to be outdone, Mac was quick to supply your own memories, much to your horror when he talked about the time you marched into the swimming pool with your bikini top off so you could match him.

“I was six!” you exclaimed, leaning over to cover his mouth from spilling anything else. “I didn’t even have a chest to worry about covering up then.”

It wasn’t lost on you when Junmyeon tracked that you had something there worthy of keeping wrapped up now.

And when Jennie kissed you on the head and told you she would see you in the morning, and Mac declared that he would not see you until breakfast whilst following Lydia back to her cottage, you shifted further into the seat of one of the couches that lined the terrace that you had migrated to earlier.

Junmyeon leaned on his arm as he swivelled to look at you. “Not tired?”

“I’m not risking going to sleep just yet. It might disturb this dream I’m having.”

He laughed. “We don’t want that. How about we take a walk on the beach? Somewhere quieter than here?”

If you were back home right now, you wouldn’t dare go somewhere secluded with a man you had only met, but you didn’t think about it as you slipped your hand into Junmyeon’s, allowing him to pull you up and lead you away from the club.

There was an easy quiet between you both as he swung your linked hands back and forth whilst taking you down to the beach from a small trail marked between the trees and bushes. The ocean was calmly rolling in and out along the shore and you sighed with content. “How do you find living here? I wouldn’t be able to believe it’s real every day I woke up.”

“When I’m away from here for a while, it’s like that for a bit when I return,” he admitted, staring out at the sea. “I find cities hard to bear because of it.”

“The noise,” you replied, and he nodded.

“And the smell. I’m very lucky to live in such a natural environment.”

“Does it get lonely?”

He nodded softly. “We have guests all year round. So, it’s not that I’m only seeing the same faces. And the people who work for us do come and go. Paradise long-term isn’t for everyone.”

“Fancy things lose their shine, I’m sure.”

“It gets all very much the same. People who come here are generally from the same circles. They expect certain things from the people here.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s never real. The rich, they can be very ridiculous.”

You shot him an amused look. “Says someone wealthy.”

“Touche.”

“I work with people like that though. The façade of the office is exhausting.”

“Thankfully, you get to leave it behind at the end of the day. When you live in paradise, you don’t quite get to escape it.”

“Do you want to?”

“I just want something real. I want to feel more than I do.”

“I relate to that,” you admitted, taking a seat on the sand and Junmyeon dropped down beside you. “I’m not normally this forward.”

“No?”

“Gosh no. Back home, I’m pretty guarded. Mac can approach anyone and make a friend within five minutes. Not me.”

“You chose to come to me tonight.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“I felt… something.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Like?”

“My heart picked up.” You couldn’t face him as you continued your confession, staring out at the ocean instead. “I thought this is someone I could like.”

“Huh.”

“And then I went and fell on you.”

“You sure you didn’t do that on purpose?”

“You do have impressive arms,” you replied with a laugh, and Junmyeon scooted closer.

“In this dream of yours, the one you don’t want to wake up from. What happens next?”

“Well,” you said, moistening your lips. “In dreams, you’re the bolder version of yourself, right?”

“Definitely.”

“Then I’m not going to be afraid to take your hand, like this.” Reaching out to take the hand that had held yours all the way down to the beach, you smiled when he rubbed his thumb over your skin softly.

“And I’ll tell you that I’d very much like it if you kissed me.”

Junmyeon’s lips were still smiling when they touched yours, but not for long. The kiss was slow and searching, both of you looking for more than the spark of attraction that had brought you together tonight. He tasted decadent, like chocolate melting in your mouth, and you moaned lightly when his tongue slipped in to meet yours, your free hand slipping up into his hair.

Eventually, he sat back, catching his breath. You noticed he still held your hand and smiled.

“Was that a good first kiss?”

“Probably the best I’ve had.”

“Well, I confess, I don’t just go around kissing anyone.”

“You mean, you don’t take a chance with every new group on this island here?” you teased, and Junmyeon nudged you playfully.

“Definitely not. I’m very glad you came over to me.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been looking at you all night and was about to move over to you when you did.” The moon lighting up his face in the night helped you see the pink tinge to his ears. Without thinking, you reached out to touch one of them, and Junmyeon sighed heavily.

“One week.”

“Don’t break the dream yet, Junmyeon.”

“Who’s to say that you’ll want to leave paradise too easily?” he wondered, and you leaned in so you were a breath away from his lips again.

“I really fancy you.”

“Good. Because the night isn’t yet over. I’m hoping I can make you keep telling me just how much you like me that after this wedding, there’s more than just one love story to share.”

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