#more vision

the dorm was quiet when he unlocked the door, he immediately pulled you inside before you could complain again, snorting as you basically tripped over your uggs trying to be quiet.

“shh,” he whispered and pressed a finger against your lips.

you blankly stared at him. “you’re louder than me!”

“no, i’m not.”

“you just slammed the door shut?”

“it was gentle.”

you huffed under your breath while he carelessly kicked his shoes off. the only light source was from some dim lamp in the kitchen and light gaming sounds came from one of the boy’s rooms. you instinctively grabbed the back of his hoodie.

“ohyul,” you worriedly whispered. “someone’s awake.”

he looked down at your fingers holding him and then back up to your flushed face and smiled. he tugged you in by your waist. “they won’t care.”

“well, you’re the one that actually lives here,” you said, “not me.”

“you’re here like every night anyway.”

“oh my god.”

you buried your face into his chest while he quietly laughed at you.

“if louis sees me i’ll be mortified,” you mumbled.

“c’mon.” ohyul scoffed like it was a sensitive topic while still bringing you toward his room. “louis is in love with you.”

you bit down on your bottom lip to hide your smile. ohyul was so convinced louis had mischievous plans of stealing you from him. “let’s not start this again.”

“he literally follows you around.”

“he’s just sweet!”

“sweet my ass,” ohyul said seriously, opening his bedroom door. “he’s like fifteen so it doesn’t matter.”

“hmm, you sound jealous.”

“i am jealous.”

he caught you off guard for a second . . . yeah, both of you spent like every day together and snuck around to get even more time, but neither of you had ever thought of it seriously.

ohyul noticed your face and shook his head. “don’t look at me like that.”

you laughed lightly as he shut the bedroom door behind you. his room was messy — clothes and different pairs of shoes all over the floor, headphones all tangled next to his macbook, bed very messy and unmade.

you dropped onto the edge of the mattress while he fixed the way his glasses sat on his face.

“have you like ever cleaned your room?” you scoffed. “this is crazy.”

“and you’re still sitting on my bed.”

“sadly . . .”

“oh, you love me.”

you were just about to answer him with some sort of retort, but he stepped between your knees before you could even open your mouth.

his hands softly rubbed your thighs, fingers brushing the skin under the big hoodie you stole from him like a month ago.

“sneaking in wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“. . . no.” you batted your eyelashes at him while he towered over you. “jay’s gonna ban me from the building one day. the staff definitely know and—”

ohyul cut you off the way he always did. he leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours, tongue entering it before you could even blink. you made a sound out of shock that only made him smile more into the kiss.

“you always do that,” you whispered when he pulled back enough so that your lips were still brushing.

“mhm.”

“that’s so manipulative!”

“i just needed to kiss you.”

his glasses bumped into your cheek when he kissed you again. one of his hands sliding into your messy hair, the other pulling you in by your waist. there was the sound of movement from somewhere in the dorm that made your stomach twist.

“ohyul,” you breathily whispered against his lips, “someone’s gonna hear.”

“so be quiet, baby.”

“god, you’re the worst.”

“you don’t mean that.”

you rolled your eyes as he kissed the corner of your mouth lovingly. that was another one of the many problems with kwon ohyul.

Being in the kpop industry wasn’t an easy job at all. You were constantly getting followed by crazy fans and your company kept piling more work upon you. All you wanted to do was terminate your contract, but where would you go then? You never finished high school, so you don’t have a diploma and now your only choices are getting overworked or being unemployed.

It was getting too much and you didn’t care any longer, so you went to a bar. There obviously was paparazzi everywhere and you knew that by tomorrow news stations are gonna call you an alcoholic but you simply didnt give a fuck.

Once you arrived, you took a seat at the bar before ordering yourself a drink. You lost track of time after a while, thoughts fogging up your mind. At some point you just decided to stop overthinking everything and start enjoying yourself and make the best of the night. You looked around the bar, which once was half empty, getting packed with more people by the minute. Then you glanced around the bar counter, glancing at all the people sitting there, and that’s when you spotted him. The Jay Park. You guys made eye contact and you shot him a quick smile before turning to the bartender to order another drink. And then you heard a voice behind you, “I’ll take the same as she has.” Jay told the bartender before plopping down next to you. “Well, who do we have here? You know, you’re the person i would least expect to be at a bar.” He said, looking you up and down. “Is it illegal to go to bar?” You rolled your eyes at him. The bartender handed you your drinks. He chuckled at your reaction. “Why are you here? Aren’t there paparazzi following you like crazy?” “That’s one of the reasons i’m here. It’s just been too much work recently and i needed some type of break and this is the best thing for now.” you answered him.

“Yeah i get that, the industry is crazy isn’t it?” he shook his head, taking another sip from his drink. “I am just too overwhelmed. I have been thinking about leaving the company, but what would i do then?” you questioned. “I mean, you can always come to my company. I would make sure you wouldn’t be overworked and you can try out new concepts and stuff.” he offered. “I couldn’t ask that of you” “Why not? It might be for the best. But i’m just saying, no pressure or anything.” he told you, before finishing his drink. He pulled his wallet out, handing the bartender his card and you a business card. “If you change your mind, call me alright? I’ll keep a spot open for you.” he said, before making his way out the bar.

The following days, his offer was all you could think about. It couldn’t be that terrible right? And maybe you wouldn’t have to be in a group any longer and could try going solo. After your company announced another tour and new album, you decided to call him. You just couldn’t take it anymore. You dialed the number on the card and it rang three times before someone picked up.

“Hello?”Jay’s voice broke the silence. “Hey it’s me, y/n. I’ve been thinking about your offer and I might accept it. Could i maybe come around some time, to like look around and stuff?” you asked nervously. “Yeah of course, do you have a specific date in my mind?” “How about next week on wednesday, do you have time then?” “That’s perfect, just come around whenever and i’ll show you around.”

The days went by quickly and on wednesday you took the day off, which wasn’t the easiest but you made it work somehow. You made your way to the building. Once you got there, you realized this could be your new work place, full of new opportunities. You stepped inside and went over to the secretaries table. “Hi, I’m supposed to meet jay park for a show around today.” you told the secretary. “Oh you must be miss y/l/n. Follow me.” She got up from her chair and strolled towards a door, which seemed to be jay office. She opened the door for you as you stepped into the spacious room. There he was. A big smile plastered over his face. “Long time no see, you ready?” “yeah let’s go”

Jay walked you through the building, showing you all the practice rooms and the recording studios. You were impressed to say the least. The building was so modern in comparison to your current company, you could swear you fell in love with it. “So what do you think? Does it fit your standards?” “It’s honestly way better than what i am used to. And the people here actually seem to enjoy working here” you commented, to which he let out a chuckle.

You went back into his office to discuss a few things like if you’d be in a group and contract stuff. He told you, that you could sign whenever is best for you and that you should take your time to wrap everything up at your old company. And so you did. You talked to your manager and told him how you have been feeling and that this company just isn’t right for you. Then you had to meet with staff and the ceo. After finalizing the termination of your contract, you had one last fan sign before officially being free.

A few weeks later, you were settled into your new apartment and it was finally the day of signing your new contract as a soloist. You made your way back into the now familiar building, passing by the secretary, straight intro jays office. “Have you ever heard of knocking?” he asked sarcastically after you barged into his office. You just shook your head in disbelief, before taking a seat across from him.

“Are you ready to do this?” he asked looking for certainty in your gaze. “Yes, absolutely.” “Alright then, there you go.” He said, handing you the contract. “Read through everything and if something doesn’t work for you, tell me and we’ll figure it out. And then, you can finally sign it.” You read through each document carefully and you were about to sign it but jays hand blocked your path. “Is everything up to your standards? Do we need to change anything?” “No, everything seems perfect.” You brushed his hand away and at last you could finally sign the paper. You handed it back to him and he signed it as well. After all this time you have a job which hopefully won’t burn you out.

“This is a reason to celebrate, right? Let’s go to the bar, i’m paying.” He said, already getting up from his seat. The both of you headed to the bar, having some small talk before finally arriving. You took a seat right by the bar, in the exact spot you met at just a few weeks ago.

You started the night by ordering a few drinks. After every drink you felt tipsier and tipsier. The night started innocently, you laughing at his jokes, small “accidental” touches but as you got more and more drunk, your touches lingered longer than they should’ve. Your fingers brushing his arm way too many times. His hand “unintentionally” touching your thigh. The both of you knew this was wrong but you still didn’t stop. You didn’t stop when his lips brushed against yours or when you started making out fully by the bar. You pulled away from him and took his hand, he looked at you confused but still followed. You swiftly brought him to the bathroom, before slamming your lips back onto his.

Things got heated quickly, his hands roaming up and down your body, before pulling your shirt off. His hands immediately cupping your boobs and squeezing them. “Can i take your bra off?” he asked, his voice filled with lust. You nodded, being too hazed to think. He took it off, kissing his way down to them, before taking one nipple into his mouth and pinching the other between his fingers. Your moans echoed through the dim bathroom, overshadowed by the r&b music playing outside the bathroom door. Jay pulled away from your breasts, his lips finding yours again. You felt his hands gripping your hips before he lifted you up onto the bathroom counter. The kisses got more intense and you could feel how hard he was against your thigh. He pulled away, his eyes finding yours immediately.

“Are you sure you want to do this? don’t feel obligated or anything just because you got the job.” he asked for reassurance once more. “It’s not because of that, you’re just hot and i’m horny, so stop talking and fuck me already.” You told him, which made him smirk. His hands found your thighs, slowly sliding up to your pussy. His fingers teased through the thin fabric of your tights, making your hips stutter against his touch. He hooked his fingers into your tights, before pulling them down, including your panties. He plunged his fingers into you, the sensation making you see stars. They curled so perfectly against that one spot you love. Jay kept hitting that spot and you could feel your orgasm approaching, and so did he. His thumb found your clit and started circling it, bringing you even closer to cumming. He slightly increased his pace, his long fingers plunging into your wet hole. You tightened around his fingers, and he immediately knew, his thumb pressing down on your sensitive clit. That’s what made you cum. You came all over his hand, shaking like crazy before slowly catching your breath and gathering yourself back together.

His lips found yours again as you came down from your orgasm. “Do you want me to stop or do you wanna continue?” he asked. “Please continue, i need you.” is all you said before he rid himself of his pants. He slapped his hard dick against your swollen clit a few times, earning loud moans from you. Jay aligned his hardened length with your pussy, before slowly pushing himself in, letting you get used to his cock. Once you got used to the stretch, he started moving. Slow and deep at first, starting off easily, to not overwhelm you too much. He kept his pace steady for a while before you asked him to go faster. Obviously he didn’t start ramming into you but it was definitely much harder than before. Jays hips continued slamming into you, chasing for release. “Ahh- Jay.. f-fuck please go faster” you moaned out. “You sure u can handle it baby?” he asked, to which you just nodded. He increased his pace once again, feeling his own orgasm building up. His hand crept up your thigh and towards your pussy, fingers circling your clit. Your pussy clenched around him as soon his fingers touched you, which made him thrust his hips into you harder. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening and you knew you would last much longer. You got needier and started moving your hips in rhythm to jays thrusts. His fingers started going faster and that made you lose it. You came once again, shaking all over, clenching down hard on his cock. Your pussy literally milked the orgasm out of him. He thrust himself into you a final time, before his warm seed slowly coated your walls.

How was ohyul supposed to feel? That feeling of embarrassment and sadness slowly matured into resentment, especially when you came up to him two years later introducing yourself. I mean you already didn’t know his name before, but was he not memorable enough? The thought annoyed Ohyul so much.

So here you guys were, stepping on each others toes, bantering, disagreeing with how the moves were supposed to go. You guys were paired up for the dance at the end of the FaceTime mv and it was not going so well. “CUT” yelled the director. “Okay, what are you guys doing?” Jay park asked as he held his nose bridge, frustrated enough from the argument you guys put up when you were paired up together. “She stepped on my foot.”

“You’re the one who moved the wrong way!” You yelled back. Woojin giggled in the back as you guys were getting scolded by dpn. “I don’t get it though, why do they hate each other so much?” Louis asked his hyungs. “I have no idea. They’ve been at each other’s necks since I joined.”

“I’ve asked Ohyul before and he just brushed me off.” Ryul spoke. “Although, Y/n doesn’t like him because he’s been particularly rude to her since they met a couple years ago.” “Oh so it’s more of Ohyul’s problem then? I’m really curious now.” Louis pondered as he started at Ohyul, who was getting the brunt of dpns anger.

“And Ohyul! Stop glaring at her. You guys are supposed to be happy and Y/n.. try to look like you aren’t being held against your will.” Jay park shook his head. “It feels like I am.” Y/n mumbled. “What was that?” Jaypark looked at her pointedly. “She said “it feels like I am” dpn.” Ohyul ratted. “Ugh shut up!”

“Okay you know what. Everybody but Ohyul and Y/n take five!” Jay Park yelled. Everybody slowly dispersed, Ryul shot Y/n a pity look. “This cannot be happening.” Y/n looked up at the ceiling. “Oh, it’s happening. The two of you are not leaving this room until you figure whatever this-” Jay Park pointed between them rapidly. “…is. And if you guys still can’t work together after this.. there will be serious repercussions.” Jay Park warned.

It was silent up until Jay exited the room. “This is your fault.” Ohyul rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bench. “You know what Ohyul, if you weren’t such a dickhead we wouldn’t be here to begin with.” You shot back. “Well maybe I wouldn’t be a “dickhead” if you weren’t so hell bent on being the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

“You know what, fuck you! What have I ever done to you Ohyul for you to treat me the way you do. You aren’t like this to anyone else — you actually treat them with respect so what the hell is your issue with me?” You yelled at him, frustrated now more than ever with Ohyul. He looked a little shocked as he just stared at you. “You seriously don’t remember?” He squinted at you. “Remember what?”

Ohyul scoffed. “Does “Wooyul” ring a bell?” You stared at him in confusion when it all came back. Wooyul. Middle school. “Holy shit. You’ve been a pain in my ass for three years just because I shot you down when we were 15?” You said, incredulous. “It’s not just that! you didn’t even know who I was. You just.. came up to me like I was a stranger. Like I didn’t spend a whole summer replaying that conversation in my head.” Ohyul argued back.

“Well I hate to break it to you but you were a stranger to me.” You scoffed. “It’s not like we were friends. What reason would I have to know you, or remember you? It’s not like I knew you took it that serious. We were in middle school for goodness sake. Grow up Ohyul.”

Once again, Ohyul felt angry all over again. Seeing you walk away while downsizing his feelings irritated him to no end, but that was apart of your charm right? Later that day, you guys successfully executed the FaceTime dance to everybody’s surprise. But you were both oddly quiet. No bantering, glaring, sly remarks. Just silence on both ends. “Wow what happened in that room?” Jasmine nudged you as you guys went to your van. “I don’t want to talk about it. It was dumb.” You muttered.

Jasmine and Jihye shared a look. “Woojin just texted me saying that Ohyul isn’t telling him anything either.” Isol notified the group of girls. You snapped your head back. “Guys!” You yelled at them. “Seriously just drop it. I don’t want anything to do with that guy.” You huffed. “Y/n realistically, that’s unrealistic. You guys are from the same company, you see each other almost everyday. You guys can’t be enemies forever.” Minami warned.

“Can and will.” You dismissed. “Honestly you guys give off enemies to lovers vibes. I mean didn’t you like him before?” Jihye giggled. “That was before I realized he was an asshole. I mean, the minute I finally decided to approach the guy he was a total dud.”

A week later, and the FaceTime video has dropped. Besides the overwhelming amount of hate you recieved from dancing with Ohyul, you also have been seeing a lot of positive feedback. They were even digging up your old photos which was extremely embarrassing. All over your fyp and timeline was people praising you and Ohyul’s chemistry to no end. And although it was a little frustrating, deep down you knew it gave you butterflies. Lately you’ve only seen Ohyul once or twice and he’s been blatantly staring which threw you in for a loop.

You were getting ready to go practice for the money shot dance performance. You were doomscrolling as you walked the halls of more vision. Making a sharp turn and not looking where you’re going, you bumped into someone and dropped your phone. And just your luck, you happened into bump into Woonhak, Ohyuls best friend from BND and of course accompanying him was the devil himself. “Are you okay?” Woonhak asked, worry all over his face. “Ah, yeah I’m okay, that was my fault I wasn’t looking where I was going..” you replied bashful. He picked up your phone for you which was pretty much shattered.

You expected a sly remark from Ohyul but he was quiet. “Oh no your phone!” Woonhak pouted. “I’ll take you to get it repaired, if you want of course.” “That’s really not necessary don’t worry! I’ll just do it myself once I get the time.” You scratched your neck. “I insist really. I feel really bad!” Woonhak smiled. You smiled back. You were almost going to say yes when your eyes flickered to the boy standing next to him who was staring into your soul. Your smile faded almost immediately. “I appreciate the offer but it won’t be necessary. Thank you though!” You bowed and went on your way.

“Oh man she really doesn’t like you.” Woonhak laughed. “Her face dropped when she looked at you!” Woonhak mimicked your facial expressions. “Whatever.” Ohyul scoffed. “Do you still like her?” Woonhak inquired. “What kind of question is that.. it was like 5 years ago. Let it go.” Ohyul shoved him playfully as they continued on.

Later that day you were alone in a practice room. Sweat dripping from your chin, and your tank top sticking to your skin. You were messing up so much during the practice for the money shot dance performance and you hated it. You usually excelled in dance, but all you could think of was Ohyul earlier and that whole odd interaction. So here you were, dancing until your legs fall off. You were determined to perfect it. You were taking a little water break when you heard 3 knocks on the door.

You assumed it was Minami or Ara as you went to open the door because they said they’d come back later to check up on you. So imagine your surprise when Ohyul stood at the door. Before you could react, he tossed you a phone which you catched, dumbfounded. “You… you bought me a new phone?” “No you idiot. It’s my other phone. I already reset it so.. you can use it until your phone gets fixed.” He said. You were still shocked by the random act of kindness by Ohyul of all people. You both stood there awkwardly until Ohyul began to leave. “Well that’s all i had to say so..”

Ohyul turned to leave when you grabbed his hand. “Wait!” You were both shocked by your actions, but you were the first to pull away. “I mean, thank you. I just didn’t expect that from you.”

Ohyul nodded in response. “Have.. you eaten yet?” You asked. “Not yet. I was gonna order takeout with the boys at home.” He replied. You cleared your throat. “Do you wanna go grab something? On me.” You made strong eye contact with him as you asked, to which he was avoiding your gaze. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Okay! You smiled. I’ll just grab my stuff. Ohyul was actually surprised he managed to pulls a genuine smile from you. You grabbed your bag and stuff and came back. “Uh wait. Where’s the rest of your clothes.” Ohyul asked. Slight rosiness painting his cheeks (if you squinted).

“Jasmine took my sweater after I spilled a drink on it. Minami and Ara were supposed to bring a jacket back for me before we left together.” You giggled. Ohyul took off his sweater, his biceps glistening in the warm light. You couldn’t lie, it was a nice sight. “Here wear this. Return it whenever.”

“Thank you Ohyul. You’re being strangely nice. Did you hit your head somewhere?” You teased. “Shut up before you ruin the moment.” Ohyul smiled, and you guys headed out together.

When Ohyul came back, he was awfully happy. “No! Ohyul is back. I was about to shower right now..” Louis groaned. “Go ahead and shower Louis, I’ll wait.” Ohyul smiled as he sat down on the table. All the boys turned to look at him, then each other, then him. “Are you okay Ohyul?” Woojin asked. “Something good must’ve happened.” Ryul snorted. “Something good did happen but it doesn’t concern you guys.”

“Ah no way! I wanted to know. And where’s your jacket?” Louis asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ohyul smirked. “Ah come on!”

“Louis go take your shower before I do.”

On the other side, you were listening to summer eyes in bed. You were still wearing his sweater. It smelled so much of him. But then it suddenly dawned to you.. this was weird, really weird. I mean he randomly decided to show you one act of kindness, and you were already fawning over him. He was hot and cold. On top of that, the FaceTime dance performance at the music show was tomorrow. You groaned. When would he stop plaguing your mind?

Besides, you had to deal with a questionnaire from the girls once you came back from your rendezvous with Ohyul. Of course you’d never admit what you were doing and were you been. Your phone suddenly dinged, a message from an unknown number.

(xxx) xxxx - xxxx: let’s talk after the music show tomorrow.

(xxx) xxxx - xxxx: ah, this is Ohyul. If it wasn’t obvious enough..

you: sassy over text too. Okay, that’s fine.

Ohyul reacted 😂 to your message

you and the girls were getting styled for the stage, while the boys were getting ready to head on. You had stage jitters. Everybody knew how conservative Korean music culture is, and the type of reaction that would be received after this performance. You already saw the backlash from the music video which didn’t help your nerves at all. You glanced in the direction of the boys. And Ohyul was already staring at you. He grinned once you made eye contact. He made a “follow me gesture” and headed towards the janitorial area of the backstage.

“I’ll be back I just need to take a quick phone call!” You let the girls and staff know before you headed off. You were looked for Ohyul in the hall when he grabbed your arm gently, guiding you to him. “You’re nervous.” He said as he held both your hands and looked down into your eyes. “W-what?” You stuttered, heat rushing to your face. “Ryul mentioned it.” “Don’t look at the crowd, just look at me. Look at my face.” He said.

“Are you serious?” You nervously laughed but Ohyul didn’t find it funny one bit. “Dead.” He stared at you, blank face. “I gotta go, but you’ll do great. See you on the stage. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before rushing off, leaving you to deal with your feelings in a corner. “What was that.” You mumbled to yourself.

When the time for the stage came you listened to his advice. You only stared into his big eyes. It felt like it the world was only you and him as you danced with each other, completely disregarding the distasteful looks everyone was getting and the shameless screams. After the fact, everybody headed back to the company. The boys went into a separate room to do their livestream while you and the girls ate in another.

As soon as you got to the room Isol and Jihye were already searching up fancams of themselves. But their timeline was mostly you and Ohyul. “Holy shit Y/n, you and Ohyul are going viral for literally being in love.” Jasmine showed you a photo on Isol’s phone of Ohyul smiling brightly at you, and you doing the same, completely focused on one another. You almost smiled before you caught yourself. “Look at this video of them dancing!” Ara showed Minami. “Ah guys. Seriously?”

“Okay guys let’s stop teasing her.” Jasmine laughed. “Okay but one more thing. You guys look like you don’t hate each other and even I know your acting isn’t that good.” Jihye gave her that look. You made a gesture of zipping your mouth and throwing away the key in response. “Holy shit something definitely happened!” Isol yelled as her and Ara held each other while jumping. “We’ve been praying for days like this!” Ara cried. “Okay don’t get too ahead of yourself.” You smiled. “Let’s just say he hasn’t been as much of a dick as usual, and I’ve been hating him a bit less than usual.”

All the girls looked at each other. “You know what guys? Don’t stress. If Y/n doesn’t spill the beans Woojin will definitely get it out of Ohyul sooner or later.” Isol said, slyly. “No he wouldn’t actually because there isn’t anything to get out.” You shot back. “Now eat your food.”

As the girls moved onto the next topic you couldn’t help but search up yourself and Ohyul. Fan and ship accounts have already emerged and you couldn’t lie, it was feeding your delusions.

Ohyul: rooftop

You: Say please?

Ohyul: how about ‘now’

You: on my way brat

Ohyul: 💁‍♂️💁‍♂️

The cold air hit your skin immediately. Ohyul immediately turned to you, a smile forming on his face. “Hey.” He grinned as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Hi.” You greeted back, shyly. “So I wanted to talk to you about.. well everything.” Ohyul took in a deep breath. “After our conversation when Dpn forced us to talk, I had a lot of time to think. I mean, I’ve been holding on to resentment of something that could’ve been resolved a long time ago if I hadn’t been so caught up in my own feelings.”

Ohyul held your hands again. You swallowed deeply. “For the past three years, I haven’t been the nicest, and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness right now. But I want to treat you the way you deserve, buy you the things that you want, Hold you the way you want to be held. Because in all honestly the only reason I’ve been so angry all this time is because I still like you.” Ohyul paused for a moment. “..no. Because I love you and I have for the longest. every single part of you.”

“Being able to be the reason you’re smiling, to see you actually happy because of me has opened my eyes a lot. And I want to be there for you.”

“Y/n, if you give me a chance, I’d love to call myself your boyfriend.” He swallowed, anticipating your answer. “Ohyul, yes of course.” You said, teary eyed. He embraced you, and you guys just stood there for a while, hugging. “You better make up for all the times you’ve made me cry, or feel upset.” You joked as you punched his shoulder. “I’ll make it up to you in no time, you won’t even be thinking of those times when I’m done with you.” He teased.

Before you could snap back with something ohyul pulled you in for a kiss. It was soft, and gentle. He held you by your waist, your hands clasped around his neck as the kissed. Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind you. You jumped instinctively as you turned around. There Louis was, on the floor because Woojin, leaned too much on him, causing him to collapse. Behind them was Ryul, Jihye, Ara, Isol. “Louis seriously?” Woojin yelled at him. “Bro, that was your fault!”

“Both of you idiots blew our cover!” Jihye yelled at them. “These guys… cannot be serious.” You massaged your temples. Ohyul laughed as he brought you closer to him, protectively holding you from the side. “It’s okay babe, they were going to find out anyway.”

If you read this far, thank you so much! Reblogs much appreciated ;3

More to come!

This one shot is pretty short but I just wanted to wrap it up without getting to deep into it, I had a lot of scenes that I ultimately scrapped because I didn’t want to get to lengthy.

For anyone who’s gotten a bit confused over the timeline: Ohyul, Y/n age 15 end of middle school and his confession —> two years later (17) they meet again as trainees where Y/n introduced herself and the start of their feud began —> three years later age (20) and they’ve been training together from 17-20

The money shot and FaceTime performance + mv is the only thing that’s a bit messy because they aren’t actually in that order.

Thumbing roughly at the head of his bulge

slicked between fabrics

a low groan escaped him

“Fuck. I’m wasted”

—

At home, you slipped onto your naked body the black set

Tailored

Expensive

Victoria Secret

You were unaware being his fuck buddy was part of the job

It wasn’t listed on the resume

but how could you complain

Depyunim was stacked in bills he practically threw at you

Hot

Fucked good from experience

If anything this was a perk to assisting him with the boys

And his tongue…

Sometimes it did all the work—did just enough

The way he licked his fingers in the choreo for ‘Mommae’ wasn’t just a performance

That tongue had done wonders for you

—sat in the backstage with a grin, women cheering without knowing how skilled his tongue really was

Thinking of it made you hot before arriving

… but that wasn’t how he’d play tonight

‘Knock. Knock’

“Just come in if it’s you”

His speech sounded slurred

Pushing open the doors—he looked recked at first glance…just how you liked him

Geld hair disheveled

his wrinkled black button up popped open, stretched—sporting chest muscles below the ink

Jewelry glinting on his neck and wrist—Diamonds dancing under the dimmed ambiance

He stared between the whites of his eyes, trying to keep them open as they dragged over the sight of your body

“Jay. Are you fine?”

His pink lips lifted lazily

looking innocent enough to almost fool you

“Come.

His hand ushered you closer

—cocks been hard for you an hour straight”

Drowsily

He pulled the drawer open beneath his desk

Aggressively slamming it closed once he took hold of the pink-fluffy cuffs

waving them up—orbs darkening on you like a predator

lazer focusing with eyes half-lidded

Your brow shot up at the teasing

sporting a smirk as you stopped beside him…he reeked of alcohol

“Oh. One of those nights yea?”

Jays hand instinctually slapped the fat of your ass

kneading the mounds possessively– forcing you closer with his grip

“You gonna listen?—I’m too drunk to slam you down and fuck you”

Jaw clenched.

He stood—pressing his hard chest to yours, strong arms covered by silk corseted to your waist

high-end cologne immediately filling your nostrils

“Turn. These are getting used”

Turning you

His throbbing dick pressed over your ass, belt digging—fingers slipping below your waistband, letting the lace peek out with a push

His touched heated your skin quickly— hands landing hard over your ass

You winced

uncaring, he grabbed your wrists

pinning them behind your lower back with unfair ease for a non-sober man

“I was gonna fuck you on my lap—but you won’t follow orders”

he whispered over the shell of your ear before pushing you down forcibly on his marbled desk

hold turning painful as he slid the cuffs on— fluff tickling your inner wrist once he tightened them

The tiny key made a soft ‘click’— locked…at his mercy

Immediately your skirt was ripped off—the AC’s cool air kissing the bare skin

A choked groan escaped him, bending at his knees to take in the sight of your arch in Victoria Secret

“You wore them”

Depyunim’s lips traced the arch of the mounds, his nose pressed into the fat—intoxicated in your smell

“Such a good girl.”

His teeth clamped hard—wanting to see the skin splotchy, marked by him

White enamel made red–crescents over the area. Letting his hand land harder over them, hand making an imprint

The sting made your core clench

“Jay…it’s hurts”

His loud laugh echoed the silent room

Standing up straighter behind you

you could hear the metal clinking of his belt,

getting unfastened

Zipper audibly sliding down

“You’re gonna shut up and take it.”

Slipping his black boxers low enough

his hands hoisted to where wrists were cuffed painfully—pulling you close to his bare cock

Pre-cum dripped on the panties as he slid his length against them—making the dark fabric glisten below

“Mm’ take it raw today—from behind”

A groan ripped free at another shallow thrust—angry red tip catching on the dip of your ass, veins wrapped thickly burning at the rough sensation of the fabric

A string of whines escaped you at his accidental grazes against your heat—making you needier for him than you already were, unable to fuck yourself on him with your hands cuffed tight

Feeling like he was getting close just by rubbing on your ass, Jay parted your panties to the side with the his cockhead

Bulbous tip teasing slowly at your dripping folds

mixing together with clear pre-cum

He cursed under his breath, kneading your cheeks together to fuck himself between them

Abs tensing in restraint

teasing everywhere but where you wanted him

…not yet slipping in, thrusting his shaft hard

“Jay—I’m wet…stop”

Your whining was cut short when he slapped your ass again—this time the silver rings on his fingers knocked the breath out of you

the sting so persistent, chocked pants escaped you, unable to bend at the pain—you let your cheek press to the cold table

Jay noticed

Letting his tip slip in slow —wanting to distract you from the pain

wanting to see how he stretched you out

“I know it hurts

but that’s how you like it baby”

He laughed again—almost manically, really the alcohol was making him loosen up even more

“Wanna hear you call me daddy while I fuck you rough”

A daddy kink was something you’d never explore…till you met him

It came to you naturally when he had you in these positions

He let spit land on his length—muscles tensing with restraint from your core squeezing him as he lathered it between you both

holding back

A sigh left his throat as he slid in

dick throbbing from your whines and the position he had you

warm breath condensing over the glass table—panting each time his cock hammered into you

“Say it. Now”

One hand tightened on the cuffs for mobility—other dipped below you, parting the panties more to circle your clit with pressure—cock hammering your walls in a deep rhythm, incessantly, needing to coax the words out of you that were music to his drunken ears

“Ha’ah daddy depyunim”

You could’ve sworn his pace faltered—then he went back pounding into you, harder than ever

movements so charged he reached that deep spongy hilt that made you moan out

Luckily, the building was vacant besides you two

If not, workers would hear the strength of his hips snapping into the fat that enveloped him

his pubic bone slapping against you, hair scattered on it adding to the feel—soo lewd it only made you tighten around his pulsing veins, earning a slurred groan from him

Brown eyes never peeled from the way your soft skin jiggled against him, pushing you harder to him to watch every inch of you shiver—your warm walls only making him want to fuck you harder

Needing to fuck you harder

his hands moved to grip your hips

pressing you closer

reaching a pace that was impossible if he wasn’t still active in the gym

maintaining a rough pace with you at his mercy

with no choice but to take it as your cuffed wrists jumped with each of his rams in you

“Daddy’s about to cum in you”

Jays voice came deep, leaning his chest over your back to rut forcefully

with more power

“Mmh’ cum in me Jay”

manly grunts tickled the side of your ear as he nibbled the soft tissue

brining his hand down to strike the bruised mounds once more

he knew you clenched from them

so he slapped in successions

One

Two

Three

Burning deliciously

Unable to hold back his release for you any longer with your pussy reacting to every hit

Jays fingers tangled tight in your hair, pulling you up

closer to his damp chest as he came deep

feeling his body tremble above

dick stuffed into the deepest parts

letting his cum spurt hotly inside of you—thrusting again slowly to feel his cream drip out

straightening up without pulling out

watching it ooze out of your tight hole

grinning in satisfaction at the scene of both releases mixing

—•

Falling back on his chair, he pulled out slowly

sitting you across his lap

feeling slightly dizzy as he caught his breath

his dark hair disheveled, gel not even bothering anymore

Unlocking your wrists free– Jay massaged the flesh where lines were newly embedded

Kissing your mouth softly

aftertaste of soju hit your tastebuds…he really was drinking

Not breaking it—he reached blindly

gripping the green bottle

he pecked you softly once more before using his teeth on the cap—spiting it on the tiled floor

“Nothing better than drunk sex with you”

smile perverted at you as he chugged, eyes half-lidded at the sting

His tattooed fingers held your chin to pull you close

holding the alcohol in his mouth

He kissed you hard

swishing the liquid past your lips—silver fingers clasping your neck to force you to swallow the soju he had in his own mouth

Kissing you deeper again as you complied

“The boys

speaking between kisses

“…they call me an alcoholic”

Giggling against his lips, you pecked them softly

taking the alcohol from him

you let some drip down your chest—wetting the lacy bra

knowing how it would get him

“I won’t judge you for it—lick up daddy”

His smile widened at your teasing, bringing you closer on his lap

spreading his tongue out thickly—he dug his face between your tits

licking the bitterness off you with his gaze unwavering

moaning from their plushness

heated stare as he sucked hickes

tongue circling the fresh bruises

“I’d really be an alcoholic if I drink off you”

Both your laughs filled the office—ending off the heated sex with Jays cherry lips wrapped around your sharp buds

suckling the peaks till they hardened more

playing with your nipples insatiably-hands still squeezing your bruised ass into his grip

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