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Enough is enough.

You slam your pen down and push yourself off the desk, sending your chair rolling to the middle of the room. One more second with this headache and you might break something.

Standing with a satisfying stretch, you make your way to the bathroom door down the hall, where you can hear the shower running.

“Junhoe?” You rap your knuckles lightly on the hardwood.

“What’s up, babes?”

You smile to yourself at the nickname. “I have to check the medicine cabinet, can I come in?”

“Come on in.”

The heat and steam that hits you as you open the door is somewhat soothing. You find exactly what you’re looking for, the Tiger Balm hiding on the top shelf behind the bathroom mirror. “Oh, thank god,” you mumble.

“You okay?” Junhoe’s back is turned to you. Your eyes have a hard time not following the soap suds that trail down his toned shoulders, the dip of his spine, his perky cheeks.

You swallow thickly, blush climbing up your cheeks. “Uh, I—uh headache. I’ve got a headache.”

He must’ve picked up on your fumbled words. His grin is smug when he looks over his shoulder at you, pushing his wet hair out of his face. “You look ready to eat me up, Y/N.”

You give a little shrug as you reach for the door handle, “I mean, I would, but I have to finish my assignment.” You gesture in the direction of the study.

“You’re sure?” Junhoe’s tone suggests mischief.

“Yes,” you insist.

“And,” he draws the word out as he turns to face you, raising an elbow to lean against the shower wall and placing his other hand on his hip. “You’re sure there’s no way I can change your mind?” He looks you dead in the eye, but he’s clearly resisting the urge to laugh. It takes you half a second to realize he’s rock hard.

Your hand flies to your mouth, but it does nothing to stop the scoff of shocked laughter. In the same instant, something swoops to the bottom of your belly and pools there. Junhoe’s just asking for it now.

“Fuck you, Junhoe,” You groan before whipping your t-shirt off and tossing it to the floor along with the Tiger Balm in your hands. “You really love making me suffer.”

You’re treated to a laugh. As you push your leggings down your thighs, Junhoe wraps a hand around his cock, stroking firmly as he watches you with eyes now dark with want. It’s ridiculously sexy and you feel yourself pulsing between your legs. Once you’re fully stripped, Junhoe steps away from the spray of the shower to pull you in. He reaches for the hair tie holding your loose bun in place as he claims your lips in a hungry kiss. His mouth is hot and slick, as is his wet skin against your own—you run your hands down his chest to rest on his hips. When your hair falls down your back, his fingers tangle themselves in it, only to tug your face gently away from his.

Junhoe’s face is deeply flushed, a lopsided smile lifting the corner of his lips. “Let’s get you wet.”

“I already am,” you grin, before he pulls you backwards into the stream of hot water. It barely has time to hit your face before Junhoe covers your mouth with his own, his tongue demanding entrance. You give in immediately as his hands, squeezes, pinches and soothes, finding their way to your breasts. Between you, his erection brushes against your stomach, and you shiver before reaching for it responsively.

With nothing but your fingertips, you stroke him gently from base to tip and back again. The feel of delicate skin, every vein and ridge, and the heat and hardness of him drives you mad. You want nothing more than to drop to your knees. But for now, you bask in the noises the touch provokes, the jerk of his hips into your hand.

“Such a fucking tease,” he hisses into your mouth. His thumbs ghost small circles over your hard nipples, and you gasp, fingers wavering in their slow path.

“You want this, yes?” He asks against your lips.

“Yes, please,” you breathe.

Junhoe breaks the kiss, and you have to blink water out of your eyes to meet his heavy gaze. His hand glides down your body to push your thighs apart, and you suck in a sharp breath as he runs two fingers through the slick of you, just barely grazing your clit and only teasing your entrance before he takes them away again.

You choke at the loss of his skillful fingers, but then they’re at your lips, and Junhoe’s watching you with dark, expectant eyes, so you take them into your mouth greedily. You don’t look away, your eyes fluttering closed briefly as you taste yourself. In your still hand, Junhoe’s cock twitches, so you suck a little harder and run your tongue along the underside of his digits, and he twitches again, this time with a soft moan.

With a pop, he pulls his fingers away from your mouth. “So fucking good,” he purrs as you coax him down by a fist full of his hair to kiss him again.

Junhoe wastes no time in slipping his hand between your legs, this time with full intention of depriving you of your ability to stand. You give a little hum as his fingers find their way to your clit. The smooth, soft pressure of his fingers is borderline euphoric, until it becomes maddening, and your hips start to jerk at each careful stroke. Your hands move from his hair to squeezing his broad shoulders. “Fucking—oh—Junhoe,” you moan between laboured breaths, words faltering when his fingers press just a little harder.

With no warning other than a low chuckle, Junhoe leans down to slide two fingers into the heat of you. You moan, deep and drawn out, and tip your head back into the spray of the shower at the satisfaction. When you look back at him, he’s watching you with hungry eyes, a smirk at the corner of his lips. You want to wipe it away with a kiss, but the hand working in you moves faster, harder, and you have to brace yourself on his shoulders as your knees buckle.

With a crook of his fingers in the perfect place, they give in again, and there’s the indecipherable string of moans and curses now leaving your mouth that you can’t stop. You glance at Junhoe as his brows are knit in concentration, the muscles in his arm and shoulder beneath your hand taut with effort. As some thought about perfection manages to register in the back of your mind, he looks up at you with a large shit-eating grin. He shifts slightly, his palm now grazing your clit with every pump of his hand, his fingers inside you working quickly, exactly where you need them.

He suddenly removes his fingers and you’re one second away from exploding before the sight of him getting down on his knees stop you, his head placed between your legs as he nibbles on your inner thighs and breathes intensely against your heat. The water drums on his back as he looks up to meet your eyes.

“Junhoe, please,” you beg.

“Please… what?”

“Your tongue. I want your tongue, please.”

Junhoe smirks and dips his head down as you feel his tongue swipe across your entrance. You lay your head back as he sucks on your clit and his tongue darting in and out of your pussy. Junhoe was already accustomed to your g-spot, flicking his tongue repeatedly and you’re trying your best to not slip in the shower. He lifts your left leg to rest on his shoulder so that he’s exposed to more access of your pussy as he continues his work with his mouth—his sinful tongue, and fuck, his plump lips. Your hands run to the ends of his hair and his neck while you try to maintain your balance and you find yourself pressing him deeper, further and forward as he drives you to another orgasm. Release begins to bloom, and his name joins the nonsense you’re spouting until it’s all you can say, louder and higher each time. Junhoe’s pace becomes vigorous, and it’s your undoing.

You come hard. The ecstasy that rips through your body deprives you of breath and balance—and Junhoe catches you in his arms when you stumble forwards, trembling, your thighs clamped around his finger that slipped in to your clit, slowly helping you near the edge of your climax. Hips bucking with the last waves of your release, you press your forehead to the crook of his neck as he holds you close as you come down. Junhoe presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“How’s that headache of yours?”

You tip your head back to smile up at him. “What headache?” you tease softly.

He laughs and shakes his head as he brings his lips to yours.

It’s gentle at first, Junhoe’s kiss, until he slides his hands down your back to grab your ass and coaxes your tongue into his mouth with his own. There’s an urgency about it, and you’re aware again of his erection pressed between your bodies.

“Proud of yourself?” He didn’t answer, only kept grinning, cocking his head to the side modestly.

Smug bastard.

“You’re still hard,” you noted, grabbing the body wash and lathering your hands with it, running them over his chest, the soapy water making it a tantalizingly slick glide. Your hands roam down to his sturdy thighs and around to his muscular ass, as your fingernails bite into the skin there. Back over his hip to his girth, swinging back and forth like an almost vertical baton as you stroked it in your hands.

And he was pulling you even closer—if that was even possible—pulling your legs so they were wrapped around him, as he effortlessly held your body in his arms, taking all of your weight as if you weighed nothing, restraining you with one arm while the other reached down and guided his cock against you—into you.

You let out a shout as he hitched his hips before driving himself into you, up until the thick hilt. Junhoe paused, not trusting himself for a moment as the both of you panted, the tip of his nose hidden in the crook of your neck. You felt him inside you, so tense, so hard, his pulse hot and throbbing. And then he moved, bouncing you against him, pushing into you over and over again. Your wet mouths met, swallowing the wails and whimpers escaping your throat, the growls of pleasure coming from him and the approaching fulfillment of both.

Junhoe pushed you up against the pipe of the showerhead that sat atop, one of your hands reaching up to cling onto it, to gain leverage to hitch your hips to meet his thrusts. You angled your body so your clit brushed against his furry groin, pushing deeper into you.

That moment, that perfect moment, lasted, and lasted, his big hands gripping your ass, confirmed to leave marks later but you didn’t care as his cock plunged into your clinging velvet lips over and over again, deeper, harder, until you felt his tip against your deepest insides, and that was enough for you to come once more. He followed right after, the first explosion of his cum surging into you so strongly that you were seeing black dots, the climax so intense as he pulled out and gushed in hot streams just inside your soft lips, against the wall, and against your marked thighs.

“Wow,” you panted, your brow furrowed, your small hands reaching up to touch his face, urging him to open his eyes he’d screwed shut in bliss. “Baby.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed, holding your tremulous body to his.

He leans his backside against the countertop and pulls you with him, grinning cheekily at you. “What?” you asked with practiced, confrontational innocence. “I’m acting out because I have a famous boyfriend and he’s rarely home.” He chuckled and bobbed his head, acknowledging the point.

Junhoe wraps an arm around your shoulders and cradles you to his chest. His other hand cups your face, thumb gently stroking your cheekbone as he brings his lips to yours. Sweet and soft, you kiss him back and melt into his touch. When he pulls away, his eyes are warm and glassy, and full of something that gives you butterflies.

“I know. But I love you, and I’ll give you everything if I could,” he breathes.

Your heart is as full of tenderness as your stomach is of butterflies. “I love you, too, Junhoe,” you croak. The crack in your voice takes you by surprise and you cough into his chest.

“Are you okay?” He massages little circles onto your back.

“Never better, just a bit sore,” you pout.

His arm encircling your shoulders gives a small squeeze and he presses a kiss to your forehead. His voice is low in your ear, his smirk practically audible. “If it makes you feel better, I’m all yours for the rest of the week. Still sore?” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“It’s gonna be one hell of a week, huh?” You can feel a soft, stupid, dopey smile on your face, not unlike the one on Junhoe’s lips. “You wanna go take a nap first?”

“What about your work?”

“I’m over it,” you sigh, defeated.

When you had finally unpacked the last box, your new apartment had finally felt complete. You were giddy as you made your way through each room searching for your boyfriend. You found him looking out the window, enjoying the view of the future nights to come with you

You paused in the doorway of your living room, smiling to yourself. You took off towards Minhyuk, jumping onto his back. He swiftly caught your legs, laughing that beautiful laugh of his as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hair swinging around you as he spun you around.

You giggled as Minhyuk took off around the apartment with you on his back. “I just finished unpacking, thanks for the help today, babe. Finally! No more boxes!” You murmured in his ear as you clung onto him tightly, not even worrying about how Minhyuk might let you fall as he piggy-backed you.

Minhyuk barged into your room, and you could feel him beaming. “Lee Minhyuk! Can you believe this? A whole apartment, all to myself. And you, of course.” You squealed as he dumped you onto your bed, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Laughter took over you and he looked at you before joining in with your laughing, your laughter contagious and leaving the both of you breathless and stomach aching.

“I’ll make sure to come over every day. Whenever I’m lonely back at the dorm, you bet I’ll be coming here without any notice at all.” He hummed, putting a strand of your messy hair behind your ear. “Like, nope. Not telling you. Just gonna barge in and make it my own house.”

“It is yours. I mean, it’s ours if you want to. I have no complaints about that.” You smiled, hoping that Minhyuk could stay with you forever, but you know he’s always going to be busy with his comeback just around the corner.

Minhyuk captured your lips with his, rolling over so that he hovered over you. He broke away long enough to whisper, “Guess I’m finally home.” You smiled up at him, trying your best not to tear up at this important step in your life before nodding, grabbing the sides of his face to bring his lips back to yours. You smiled against Minhyuk’s lips, and you felt him mirroring your actions. You rolled the both of you onto your sides before pulling away to rest your forehead on his shoulder blade.

It’s these kind of moments that are your favorite. The moments where you could just lie there and be content with each other’s presence. You lost yourself in Minhyuk’s bright smile, and the peace surrounding his beautiful eyes. You smiled softly at Minhyuk as he placed his hand on the side of your face, booping your nose along the way as he ran his thumb along your cheekbone. You hummed, letting him hold your face as you closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft bedding and pushing yourself further into Minhyuk’s embrace.

You could feel yourself falling asleep, snuggled up to Minhyuk. Your head resting on his chest and his arms were wrapped around you. And when you were on the verge of being asleep, that was the moment that Minhyuk sneezed with his entire body—one of the loudest you had ever heard.

When Minhyuk sneezed, it surprised you. You jumped, your eyes widening as you felt yourself rolling off the side of the bed. Landing with a thump, you were face down on the floor.  Over your groggy whines, you could hear Minhyuk cackling, not even caring about how loud it was anymore. He was rolling around, holding his stomach tightly as you pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees, using the side of the bed to pull yourself to your feet. You were met with a laughing Minhyuk, tears streaming down his face as he couldn’t contain his laughter.

“Hello? A little help here, Lee Minhyuk?” You weren’t as amused as he was, but you could feel a grin slowly making its way onto your face as Minhyuk continued to laugh, and laugh… and laugh.  

“I—I’m sorry,” he paused, “I—I, wow, that—that was a lot to take in.” Minhyuk says with a large grin plastered onto his face, but he continued to laugh again, and you couldn’t help but glare at him. It was funny, sure you could agree, but he’s overreacting—but then again, it is Lee Minhyuk we’re talking about here. He wasn’t having much luck apologizing through his laughter, attempting to wave his hands and reach out to you.

But Minhyuk was also the love of your life, so you gave up on your anger and joined him in his tear inducing laughter. You let him grab you by the wrists and pull you back onto the bed, the both of your laughter never ceasing.

“I’m sorry… you fell off… the bed.” Minhyuk apologized between fits of laughing. “But… I’m not that sorry… it was kind of too funny.”

“Well, at least—at least we know the carpets clean.” You snorted, trying to catch your breath.

You laughed along with Minhyuk and wiped the tears from your eyes as he told the story of you falling off the bed to your friends and his friends at a small gathering. This was the first time that you were letting him off the hook, finally letting him tell everyone else about that iconic moment, but you swore you had caught Minhyuk giggling about it on more than one occasion as you walked past your room.

“Oh, come on now, Y/N, you can’t be fucking serious,” Kihyun bumps his shoulders with you at the counter of the bar, sighing audibly. He taps his fingers anxiously on the glass of his beer bottle.

You look at him, laughing, “I am serious!” You scan across the table, to a tall, dark and handsome figure talking casually to Minhyuk, “He’s hot, Kihyun!”

The boy next to you hung his head down, his own dark hair hanging over him. The guy you were ogling over was no one special, to Kihyun that is. He lets out another heavy sigh.

“And I can’t believe you have Minhyuk talking to him for you.”

Changkyun laughed by Kihyun’s side, massaging his shoulders. “He’s not that bad looking, hyung.” 

But for Y/N? Kihyun thought to himself, being shaken by his younger friend’s hands. Not good enough for Y/N, he thought.

Okay, maybe he was a little over protective of you. And maybe a tad jealous.

Just a little bit, he thinks.

He peeked at you from the corner of his eyes and you were literally resting your head on your hands, sighing in admiration over the other guy. Kihyun made a face at you, and you laugh.

“See? Even Kyun agrees,” you tease Kihyun, poking his arm. You let your hand rest on his stiff forearm. Kihyun could feel the heat of your skin through his clothes.

“What’s so great about him?” he asks, his voice dripping in sarcasm as he takes a swig from his drink, a tad curious.

You turn away from the man, leaning with your back on the counter, facing the two male friends of yours. You peek back at him over your shoulder coyly, and start to list.

“Well, I think even if his hair isn’t natural, I love how it looks on him.”

Kihyun unconsciously runs his hands through his hair, ruffling up his naturally brown hair.

“And he has these intense, warm brown eyes…”

Kihyun exchanged a glance with Changkyun, opening his eyes wider. His dongsaeng nods, amused.

I have that, Kihyun thought to himself.

“Oh, and look at those arms though. Like he’s buff, but not too bulky. Ah!”

The boy looked down at himself, thinking he has what it takes. He flexed his arms, coolly, clenching his hands into fists, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Kihyun exchanged glances with Changkyun again, waving his eyebrows. Changkyun smirks, whispering, “Can you not be that obvious, hyung?”

You put your hands over your chest, clasped together dreamily.

“And he’s soooo tall,” you pretend to swoon, spinning once in your spot.

And then, Changkyun bursts out laughing, slapping Kihyun on the back. Kihyun clenched his jaw, scoffing in defeat.

He couldn’t help it that all his friends were giants, he was still tall too. Taller than you, and from your perspective, that would be all that matters right?

Kihyun rolled his eyes, as you fantasized about the other man, incomparable to him. He had all the traits you described, and much, much more to offer to you.

And, of course, he only wanted what was best for you, even though he felt like he had the potential to be a whole lot better than the other dude.

Suddenly, Minhyuk is motioning for you to come over and talk with them. You look nervously at the two boys beside you, smoothing down your hair, and fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

“Go on then, to the man of your dreams,” Changkyun cheered, hanging an arm around Kihyun’s shoulder lazily.

Kihyun was visibly annoyed, his jaw clenched but he waved his hand, motioning for you to go greet them.

You walked over to them, Kihyun’s eyes trailing after your giddy steps. He watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear, and laugh at whatever stupid thing that guy was saying as you introduced yourselves.

“Ugh,” Kihyun grew pale, turning away from the scene, drinking his beer, dropping it back on the counter, empty with a loud clatter.

Changkyun looked at him amusedly. He smiled at his hyung knowingly, not speaking. He dared Kihyun to talk about it first, he knew the brown haired boy would break soon.

Kihyun had his own little fixation on you, Changkyun knew that. Kihyun would talk about the small things you did that day, or ask about you when he was away, or all those times where Changkyun has peaked a look at Kihyun’s screen and he was scrolling through your Instagram.

Kihyun had a crush on you.

A genuine, red-faced, stuttering and clumsy thing for you.

A check your social media thrice daily, and send a text a few minutes late just to be nonchalant, thing for you.

Changkyun sipped his drink, watching you flutter around Hoseok, or whatever the hell his name was. He couldn’t deny that he would rather you be fawning over his Kihyun instead.

You rest a hand on Hoseok’s arm, engaging with him in conversation.  You give him your full attention, your eyes twinkling with delight over him.

The tall man flicked your hair over your shoulder, surprising you with his boldness.

Kihyun’s hand clenched around the bottle, his knuckles turning white.

Too close.

Minhyuk is walking back over to you guys, glancing back at the pair of you chatting at the corner of the bar. He’s raising her brows, and making a wide-eyed face. When he’s within earshot of the other men, he finally speaks.

“Sooo, what do you think?” He was just happy at the prospect of putting yourself out there, since he wanted you to start dating, “They look pretty good!”

“Great!”

“God awful.”

Changkyun and Kihyun chime in at the same time, followed by a deadpanned Kihyun, looking on with half lidded eyes, trying to look anywhere else. It was difficult, especially when you’re the brightest soul in the room.

“Terrible choice, Min, I mean, come on,” Kihyun gestures over towards you and the other guy. “He’s wearing white jeans, with holes!” He was trying to hold onto anything as an insult towards this guy, standing in his tall glory, “Pretentious, isn’t it?”

Kihyun huffed, leaning back on the counter, ruffling his hair in annoyance.

Minhyuk laughed, shaking his head, nearly wagging a finger at Kihyun, “Honey, but doesn’t he look good?”

Changkyun nodded in agreement between the two of them, shrugging.

“Hey, looks aren’t everything,” Kihyun contradicted himself, just making fun of his clothes seconds earlier, “Bet he sounds like a total ass hat.” He ordered a new can of beer, he needed a drink to keep his mind off you.

He squinted his eyes at the sight of Hoseok motioning at something with his hands, and you giggling at it, placing a hand on his chest.

Kihyun’s blood was boiling.

“Come on, Kihyun, she looks happy,” Minhyuk spoke, tracing a circle with his fingers on the wooden counter. If you were happy, he was too.

I mean, they all wanted that.

Kihyun rolled his neck in a small circle, annoyed, but he wasn’t going to do anything about it. What could he do about it? You were smiling brightly.

They spent the next hour chatting amongst themselves, sipping drinks and trying to be wingmen for you. You could feel their eyes looking over you through the night.

Kihyun had his back turned to you, trying desperately not to look. He didn’t really want to see that smile aimed at anyone else. He slouched against the counter of the bar, laughing and talking loudly so that maybe you would grow curious and come back.

He wanted you by his side. He would so rather have you giggling and cracking jokes and dancing beside him than some random guy you just met. Besides, Kihyun had all those qualities you so readily swooned over. Except the tall part though, and the blonde hair.

But whatever.

Changkyun and Minhyuk kept an eye on you while talking with Kihyun; checking over his shoulder to see you cozying up with Hoseok. They missed your presence too, at least wishing you would bring the guy over towards the group.

The night rolled on, long and dim.

Hoseok was talking to you about his job, and about some supposedly cool thing at the office. You weren’t too interested, but smiling pretty and nodding along with his story.

You were both leaning against the wall, enjoying the company. It was a little awkward, but meeting someone new was always a little like that, so you weren’t too worried.

He was drinking a whole lot though.

You ran your finger over the lip of your glass, drawing a small circle while you listened. You were growing fidgety just standing in one spot while he spoke. You shifted the weight on your legs, your feet silently killing you.

You glanced over to your group of friends, Changkyun telling a wild story while motioning with his arms. Minhyuk was laughing hard, throwing his head back. And you were sure that Kihyun was laughing too, his form was shaking, but you could only see his back.

He wasn’t facing you.

You could only see his brown hair bouncing, and hear his laugh faintly from the corner of the bar. You felt a little pang of loneliness; you wish you could at least see his face.

You turned back to Hoseok, who was still rambling away, bragging about himself again, and his hand touched your exposed arm, grazing you gently. The scent of alcohol was strong on his breath, and you were starting to wonder how much he had to drink.

He smiled at you, leaning in closer,

“Want to go somewhere cozier?”

You jumped a little, goosebumps forming and a chill running down your spine. You were a little cold and shocked at his touch with your passing thoughts

You stammer a little, caught off guard, “Uhm, no I’m still here with my friends but, “You were pulling out your phone, readying yourself to at least exchange numbers.

Hoseok shook his head, smiling sneakily, “Come on, let’s go out somewhere. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.” His hand was fully holding your arm now, rubbing up and down slowly.

You bit your lip, a little nervous at his forwardness. You shook your head back at him.

“N-no thanks, I’m fine.”

He was generally a nice guy, and you were content with just talking. His physical advances made you uncomfortable and the way he was leaning over you so suddenly scared you.

Hoseok stepped closer to you, invading your personal space, and touched your chin. His eyes were dark; you couldn’t read them.

You did not like this.

Kihyun was still facing away from you, softly humming to the music by himself. He was oblivious to the situation brewing behind him until Minhyuk shook his arm, worry written across his face.

He watched as Changkyun frowned, setting his drink down already walking over to you.

Kihyun raised a brow, “Wait, what’s going on–?”

He turned to see Hoseok holding your arm, and the back of your neck. He pulled you into an unwanted kiss, you were squirming underneath him and trying your best to push at his chest to break away from him.

You were gasping for air when Hoseok broke apart from you, and he was smiling lazily. He was obviously drunk and nearly falling over onto you. You stumble backwards, holding up his sloppy form.

He raised his head to speak, swaggering and pressing his full weight on you, but a familiar voice cut him off.

“What the fuck!”

You whipped your head around, pushing the drunk man off of you. Hoseok stumbled, leaning himself up against the wall, bumping into a nearby table.

It was Kihyun, walking angry towards you. Changkyun was following in suit, his eyes narrowed.

Kihyun stepped in closer to you, pulling you behind him to put himself between you and Hoseok. His back faced you still, you couldn’t see his face, but could imagine it based off his squared up posture.

“Kihyun!”

His hand was outstretched, signaling for you to stay behind him. You felt a small wave of relief fall over you, feeling protected but guilty. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand unconsciously as Changkyun stands next to you, backing up Kihyun. His arms were crossed tightly in front of him.

“What the fuck, man!” Kihyun growls, angled towards the drunk man.

Hoseok waved his hands, his light hair falling in front of his eyes, “What? She was into me!”

Changkyun stepped in front of you then, blocking most of you with his shoulder and retorted, “Well that’s not an excuse to forcefully kiss her, you fucking prick.” His voice sounded calm and level, but you knew better. His voice was only that level when he was angry.

“Well, she talked to me all night,” Hoseok spat, standing up tall, “She owes me that much.”

“You fucker,” You saw Kihyun’s fist shaking, his whole body vibrating in anger. His jaw was clenched tight, and he was giving the most murderous stare to the man before him. He was more than ready to beat this idiot down.

Minhyuk walked up behind you, clutching your shoulders and smoothing down your hair, asking if you were alright.

You nodded, “I’m just a little shaken… I’m fine though.”

Hoseok overheard that, jeering, “See? It’s fine, she liked it!” He motioned with his arms, “Just a little rougher than she’s used to, right boys?”

You watched Changkyun close his eyes and shake his head, silent in disbelief.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucker?” Kihyun erupted, walking to the guy with heavy footsteps. He was ready to murder this man. He stood in front of him, coming up to Hoseok’s nose.

Hoseok looked at him apathetically, still speaking,

“What? I’m speaking the truth.”

Kihyun grabbed his collar, shaking him with a surprising strength, readying to deck him in his pretty face. His face was scrunched in rage as Hoseok cowered slightly.

“Stop!” you call, jogging up to them, you pushed past Changkyun.

Kihyun froze, but didn’t release him.

Hoseok looked at you, stupidly asking, “Coming back for more?” He was standing arrogantly, his weight on one leg.

“Fuck you.”

You scrunched your face and threw your red drink over him, spilling over his face, clothes, and white pants as Kihyun loosened his grip.

You pushed him hard with both hands, and he staggered backwards, bumping against the wall and then falling to the floor, making a large commotion.

Hoseok looked up at you, red liquid dripping down his face, and spat, “What the fuck!” He wiped his face on his arm roughly.

“Hey!” some employees called, coming closer to your group, the entire bar had their eyes on you. You heard a hush whisper fall over the crowd, cameras snapping all around.

Before you could respond, someone was holding your arm back, pulling you away. As you were taken away, you kicked his boot hard, while he was still struggling to get up off the floor.

The strong arm guided you out of the bar, and as you continued to look back you saw Minhyuk pour another drink over his head while shouting some profanities.

You cracked a small smile, finally looking forward to see who was pulling out of the bar into the cool air. You see Changkyun walking alongside you, his hand pressed hard on your back.

And then there was Kihyun.

He was pulling your arm, walking in front of you at a quick, and angry pace. His back was still turned to you, and you still couldn’t see what expression he held.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll wait for Minhyuk.” Changkyun said to you, dropping his hand and waiting at the corner. You nodded.

The both of you walk in silence, Kihyun with a strong grip on you. You could hear him huffing angrily, and you looked down at your feet, a little embarrassed, and a little ashamed.

The quiet air between you was unbearable.

“Kihyun?” you say, pulling yourself back to a halt. You needed to see his face.

He stops in front of you, dropping your arm, and crossing his. His shoulders looked so wide, and you saw the rise and drop of them as he sighed angrily.

“What were you thinking?” he scolds, his voice was low and sharp, cutting through the night’s cool breeze.

You turn to the side, ashamed, and rub the spot where he held you,

“I-I don’t know, he just forced himself on me… I wasn’t trying to…“ Tears welled up in your eyes, as you bit your lip to stop them from falling. The last thing you wanted was to cry while you were being scolded by a friend. You were more hurt that you made Kihyun and the others mad and worried, than the fact that you were kissed by some bar creep.

“I didn’t want to kiss him…”

Kihyun dropped his arms, his fists shaking a bit. He sighed again, trying to regain his composure.

From behind you saw him run his fingers through his ruffled hair, and then take off his jacket. He finally turned to face you.

Kihyun’s face was upturned a bit, his jaw sharp as he gritted his teeth. His eyebrows were knitted together tight, lines pressed hard in between him. You could see in his eyes that he was still furious.

You cowered away a little, not able to look him in the eye. You hung your head down, shutting your eyes.

Kihyun let out a small breath, trying to calm himself as he saw your glassy eyes. He dropped his arm roughly, slapping the sides of his legs with a resounding smack. He looked at your shivering form, and slid his jacket off.

“Sorry, Y/N.”

Kihyun threw his jacket over you, rubbing your shoulders softly. He smoothed down your hair, his touch was so gentle and kind now. You leaned into his hand, and he rubbed your head gingerly.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault at all, I just—I just lost my cool.”

You peek up at him, his brown eyes were softer as he wiped a stray tear off your cheek with his thumb. He blinked slowly, inhaling deeply to try to regain some composure,

“But I should have just fucking punched that guy.”

You hold his jacket close over your shoulders, thankful for the warmth, and smile a little. Kihyun cared about you so much.

“I should have punched him,” you argued, snuggling into his coat, warmed by his body. You begin to start walking, one of your hands holding his jacket closed over you.

Kihyun matched your pace, shaking his head at your fearlessness, “Are you alright though?”

You bit your lip, remembering the unsavory taste of an unwanted kiss. You blinked hard and shook the thoughts away, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

A warm hand grabbed your own then, surprising you. You looked down at them, and followed up the arm, landing on Kihyun.

He wasn’t looking at you, only facing forwards, but his ears were starting to glow red. You turn away, blushing yourself at the sudden contact. Your fingers easily intertwine with his.

It was comfortable.

“God, Y/N, please don’t scare us like that again,” he said breathily. He peeked over at you, his lips almost forming a smile as he tried to lighten the mood, “Would have had a better time if you stayed with us.”

You blushed and defended, “Hey! I didn’t know he was going to be an asshole!” You pretended to pull your hand back, tugging your arm up.

Kihyun held it back down, gripping it tighter, “Y/N, the white pants? At a bar? He’s definitely an asshole, babe.” He had an exasperated smirk spread on his face. He was still feeling the end tail of anger in his veins, but he wanted you to be smiling and light hearted. He didn’t want any tears from you tonight.

“Well, his white pants are ruined now, and he can’t prey on anyone else tonight,” you offer, a little proud of your counter attack, “Everyone saw too!” You huff defiantly.

Kihyun raised his brows at that, swaying his head at you, before looking forward. His tone turned serious again, less scolding, but more firm,

“Stay with me next time.” His brown eyes peered into yours, demanding your compliance.

“You?” you send him a small smile, your stomach doing a small flip at the insinuation. He’s never really inserted himself like that before.

“Us, I said ‘us’ right?” Kihyun bit his tongue at the little slip as he tried to recover.

God, your crush is showing, he thought to himself, throwing his head back a little.

You smiled at him, his cheeks were growing pink. You bumped his shoulder with yours as you walked, expecting him to give. But instead you bounced off of his firm frame, forcing you to stumble to the side a bit.

Kihyun looked at you, chuckling quietly at your antics, and swung your hand in his lightly in response. You giggle, understanding his sentiment but fidgeting at the implication.

He walks you back to your apartment, walking together in content chatter. He holds your hand the whole way, something uncommon but not unwelcomed. It made your heart race thinking about it, so you focused on the small conversation you made with him, admiring his facial expression as he spoke, and watching him smooth down his hair.

He walks you into your building and all the way to your door.

You separate hands then, needing to rummage through your purse to fetch your keys.

Kihyun looks down at his own, already missing your touch, and shoves his hands into his pockets.

You open the door, stepping in, expecting him to follow.

“Wanna come in for a bit?” you ask, turning to him as you slip your heels off. You voice was a little high from the excitement.

“Ahhh, no, I’m just going to head back to the dorm,” He tilted his head, leaning his body to the side, he wanted to run. His mind was flipping through what it meant when you hold hands with a friend, who you like more than a friend.

Fuck.

You pout your lips a little, disappointed, but nod. He was already turning on his heel to leave, when you call out to him, remembering you had his coat.

“Wait! Kihyun!”

Kihyun turns back, an eyebrow raised, jogging back to you.

“Your coat!” you say, as you looked down to slip it off your shoulders.

His hands shot forward, holding yours onto the jacket, pulling it back up. His voice was low and close to you as he spoke,

“Keep it for tonight.” He wanted to leave a piece of himself with you tonight, as if it could watch over you as a protective charm.

You laugh at little, looking up at him, “But you need it, you’re walking back, Kihyun! And it’s getting chilly—“

His large hands massaged the sides of your arms, and he smiled with his eyes crinkling,

“Keep it.”

Kihyun’s face was soft, his brown eyes reflected your confused form in front of him. He squeezed your shoulders softly, stepping closer to you, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Y/N.”

“What?” you ask softly, taken by his sudden proximity. It felt warm, and intoxicating almost. He smelled nice, and you could count the freckles on his face as he drew in. Your eyes were bouncing all over his face, trying to read his expression.

His eyes looked like he was asking something of you.

You craned your neck up, tilting your head inquisitively, wondering what it would mean if you leaned in closer.

You watched Kihyun’s lips part open.

Yes.

Kihyun closed his eyes, closing the gap between you.

You were met with a tender kiss, his lips softly pressed against yours. You closed your eyes as the kiss deepened, your hands held gingerly against his chest, feeling his heart thump wildly.

The kiss lasted only moments, but a wave of passion washed over you. You felt weightless in his embrace, not wanting it to end.

Kihyun pulled away, pleased with his effort, as he saw you dazed and speechless.

He smiled coolly, and in a low voice spoke,

“Sorry, Y/N.”

Your mouth was hanging open as you stared back at him, blinking wildly.

“I couldn’t leave you with a bad taste in your mouth tonight.”

Kihyun dropped his arms after pinching your cheek playfully and scratching the back of his head. He chuckled, pursing his lips, but turning his eyes away from you,

“Well, I don’t want any drinks spilled over me tonight, so I’ll be taking my leave.”

Your hand went up to touch your lips, sanitized by your cheeky brown haired friend. A fiery red kissed your cheeks where his hand touched you.

Kihyun took your prolonged silence as his cue to leave, so he peeked one last glance at your blushing face, unsure of what it meant. He didn’t want to face this right now, so he turned to leave again, ready to scream profanities into the open street.

“Good night, Y/N.”

He walked away briskly, scrunching his face, wondering if he made the right choice. He was going to bring a hand up to wipe his face.

A small hand stopped him.

Upon seeing his form leave, and seeing his back face you again, you snapped back into reality. You were stricken, and anxious to see his face, and you wanted to ask him why he did that, and ask him how he felt, and what this all means…

You run into the hallway, chasing him down and grab his hand from behind. You were in such a rush you left your apartment door wide open, and ran out with bare feet, huffing.

Kihyun turned back to you, doing that thing where he quietly licks his lips. A victorious and relieved smile curled on his lips.

You look at him, eyes innocent and hopeful, and you quietly whisper.

“That is actually really pleasing,” Changkyun muttered, tightening his arm around your hips. The blanket was pulled up to your chin, which underneath, Changkyun tangled his legs with yours.

It was one of those rare days where Changkyun had nothing to do. Any normal couple would probably spend it out on a date night or doing something extremely special on rare days off, but for Changkyun and you, you were cuddled up on the edge of the couch and exploring the weird side of the internet.

It started off with innocent cat videos, to weird Monsta X vine compilations, and that led to his ASMR videos and ultimately to satisfying slime videos. You were practically draped on top of him, your head resting on his chest while he played with your hair. He, however had his arms clutched tightly to your waist.

“The kinetic sand really gets me going,” you mumbled, a small pout appearing on your lips. Changkyun chuckled beneath you, his chest moving up and down because of the vibrations, “look at how it goes – so smooth.”

“Oh wait, look, this cat! It can’t catch its own tail!” changkyun laughed excitedly, enthusiastically clicking on one of the recommended videos after the slime one ended. The light of the video washed over his face, his dimple digging deep into his cheek.

“We should get a cat.” You spoke mindlessly.

“Yup, babe. Sure. I’d like to see you take care of one.”

“What do you mean, of course I can take care of a kitten,” you argued, lifting your chin up to look at him better. “Okay, what about you? You have lost two hamsters, four turt—“

“Okay, I do not need to be reminded. And I did not kill them, okay, they just died.” He mumbled, as you shook your head, refusing to listen to him, smiling as you tucked your head under his chin. “Whatever you say, babe.”

“Oh, a baby.” You whispered, clicking on another video, “oh my god, it’s so cute! I love babies.”

“We should get a baby.” Changkyun smiled, twirling strands of your hair between his fingers, “I mean, we already know what to do.”

You chuckled, playfully smacking his butt with your free hand. Warmth spread across your neck and cheeks, while you hid your face in the fabric of his sweatshirt, which oddly smelled like whipped cream and a strong cologne he likes to wear. A tiny grumble of ‘shut up’ left your lips while Changkyun pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, tugging you further into his chest.

Hyunwoo was completely infatuated with you. The way your oversized jumpers hung loosely over your frame and the way your hand flowed with the pens as you silently took notes.

He’d only ever seen you during lectures or sitting quietly in the café on campus but never at social gatherings or parties where he spent most of his time. Despite what was expected of him, he noticed you everywhere and it almost became a routine of his to make sure he’d at least see you once a day. It seemed like he cared a lot more than he usually admits.

Dragging himself to the lecture, Hyunwoo was only motivated with the possibility of seeing you even if it was just the back of your head. His snapback hung low on his forehead in attempts of covering the dark circles that surrounded his brown eyes.

The lecture hall was still quite empty when he’d arrived which made it easy to spot you in your usual seat in the middle. He always made sure to sit a few rows behind you but not too far behind to the point where he couldn’t see you at all.

A can of Redbull was placed carefully on the table with your notebook close beside it as it was already opened to the notes that you’d written from the last lecture. It was your usual setup and Hyunwoo quickly noticed that you had a slightly troubled posture, as you flipped over the couple few pages left in your notebook. It seemed like you were running out of paper to write on, and he chuckled softly, he didn’t quite understand how that would make you worry but still admired it as another unique aspect of your personality.

The lecture started soon after but Hyunwoo paid no attention to it, copying notes off the person sitting next to him when needed but mostly paid his attention to the back of your head.

Throughout the lecture, Hyunwoo watched you sip silently from your can of Redbull, write notes quickly whenever the professor mentioned something that didn’t seem important to him but the opposite to you and how you shift in your seat. It made him intrigued for a reason not even he could explain.

For everyone else in the hall, the lecture seemed to drag on and on, but for Hyunwoo, it went by way too quickly and before he knew it… he was watching you leave once again.

“Come on Y/N! It’ll be fun.” Your roommate exclaimed, desperately shoving the text for a party into your face.

“It’s not really my thing.” You muttered, throwing your bag onto your bed before walking towards your table and grabbing your bottle of water.

“I heard Hyunwoo might be there.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“So what? I don’t have anything to wear anyways.” You huffed, your attempts at getting her to leave you alone and covering the rosy blush that appeared on your cheeks failing miserably.

“You can borrow my clothes! I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Y/N, trust me. This is your chance. You’re going and that’s final.” She grinned cheekily, pumping her fists into the air.

You let out a groan of defeat, knowing that she wouldn’t leave you alone until you agreed but also because you thought that maybe Hyunwoo would actually approach you.

Maybe.

She let out a squeal before running over to her dresser, already taking out pieces of clothing for you to wear.

The party was loud and you couldn’t help but feel completely out of place. You knew basically nobody and your roommate had ditched you after finding out her parents suddenly texted her to meet up for dinner.

The short, maroon dress rode its way up your thighs despite your attempts to pull it down whenever you had the chance. The whole house smelt of cigarettes and alcohol and it made you wonder how everyone wasn’t aware of it.

You slowly walked towards the drinks, hoping to find some water or a fizzy drink, but instead finding vodka and beer. Carefully avoiding the drunken human beings, you walked into the front room, taking place against a wall until you deemed it acceptable to leave.

Your phone was the only thing that was occupying your hands and you silently prayed that nobody would try and talk to you. But it seemed like your prayers weren’t heard.

“Hey, what’s a pretty babe like you standing here all by yourself?” a voice said disturbing you from your gaze on your phone.

Your eyes met a familiar face, and you silently questioned at how Jooheon probably couldn’t recognize you even though he attended most of the classes you were attending too. Tonight, his eyes were bloodshot and you could almost taste the alcohol that was radiating off his breath.

“Waiting for my boyfriend.” You lied, struggling to think of anything else to make him go away. But instead he came closer to you making you lean further into the wall, hoping the wall would just swallow you whole instead.

It was no secret you were uncomfortable, anybody around you would’ve been able to tell but everyone was drunk and too absorbed in their own world to care.

“C’mon baby, I hate it when people lie to me.” He murmured, tilting his head to the side as the stench of alcohol made your face scrunch up.

Absentmindedly, you pulled your dress down. It was a pathetic attempt to even try covering yourself as it only drew his attention to your exposed skin. Your whole body tensed as his hands made its way to your thighs.

“I’m not lying.” You whimpered, your attempts at pushing him off you being completely useless.

His palms were sweaty against your skin, sticking to your smooth skin as he rubbed his hands up and down. But before he could say anything, he was pulled off of you.

“What do you think you’re doing to my girlfriend?” A voice growled making your head snap around to the boy you had been hoping to see all night.

“I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.” Jooheon defended himself making Hyunwoo roll his eyes before his hand grasped the collar of Jooheon’s shirt.

You gasped, eyes meeting a few bystanders that were watching the scene as if it came out from a movie.

“Bullshit. Now get lost.” Hyunwoo snarled making him scatter away.

Hyunwoo quickly turned his attention back to you, a concerned look replacing the tough look from before. “You okay?”

You simply nodded, the words being stuck in your throat as you tried to recover. Hyunwoo was quickly by your side, his hand encasing yours as he pulled you away from the party.

The cold air shot through you as you made it to the front garden that was mostly empty. The music that once pounded through your head was now less intense and gave you room to breathe.

“Uh, thank you.” You murmured, finally being able to get the words out. Hyunwoo’s head snapped up, his brown eyes immediately meeting yours.

“I-it was nothing.” Hyunwoo stammered, looking speechless but still managing to make your heart race.

“No seriously, I don’t know what I would’ve done if he went further.” You said, a shiver running down your spine from the thought and also from the cold night breeze.

“Oh, you’re cold.” He stated, taking his jacket off and wrapping it around you before you could even get the chance to get a word out. You smiled sheepishly at him as a thank you which he returned gracefully.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

It was about ten minutes before either of you said anything, instead walking in a comfortable silence.

“I didn’t know you were into parties.” Hyunwoo said, breaking the silence.

“I’m not. Just forced to be here because of my roommate.” You sighed, wishing you stayed home instead of listening to your roommate.

“Oh, she’s at the party?” Hyunwoo asked as you looked at him for the first time for the entire walk.

His hair was scruffy and was void of the beanie or snapback he usually wore around campus. He wore an old tee that was once framed by the jacket that now hung loosely around your shoulders. His legs were adorned by black jeans that tightly hugged his legs and you couldn’t help but admire him for a moment.  

“Uh, not really. Her parents decided to show up but she still made me go in her place.” You sighed, rolling your eyes when you could’ve just lied to her and gone somewhere else.

“So, she convinces you to go to a party, but couldn’t even go with you.” Hyunwoo stated although it came out as more of a question making you giggle.

“Yeah, she even made me wear her dress.” You smiled, looking down at the dress that was mostly covered by Hyunwoo’s jacket.

Hyunwoo glanced over at you, smiling slightly as you hugged the jacket tightly around your frame. “So this is what you hide with all those big jumpers.”

You couldn’t help but laugh which made Hyunwoo smile, to him your laugh was contagious. He can’t get enough of it.

“Don’t mock my fashion sense. I enjoy being comfortable all the time.” You stated firmly, before pouting a little at him.

“Do you steal them from your boyfriend or something because you seem to have a never-ending supply,” Hyunwoo chuckled, but secretly trying to cover up the sadness he feels. He’d always thought a pretty face like you having someone, but hearing you say it earlier only confirmed it.

“Boyfriend?” You raised an eyebrow at him, shuffling your feet slightly as you continued to walk beside the tall boy.

“I thought -,” he started but cut himself off. “Why’d you say you were waiting for your boyfriend?”

You laughed at him only making Hyunwoo even more confused.

“If I was waiting for my boyfriend then how come you swooped in claiming I was your girlfriend? Surely it’s obvious that I am single.”

Hyunwoo stopped on the sidewalk making you stop too, turning slightly so you could face him. You watched as the gears in his head turned vigorously, before he turned to look at you with a smile on his face.

“So, you’re single?” Hyunwoo smirked, a sudden boost of confidence surging through him.

You groaned out loud, rolling your eyes with a smile – making Hyunwoo’s smirk turn into a grin.

“I mean, can you stop saying that out loud?” You fidgeted with your hands, “And it’s not like I haven’t noticed you burning a hole through my head with that stare of yours.”

Hyunwoo instantly met your eyes, his grin now replaced with a shy smile.

“And?” Hyunwoo smiled, his eyes shy which only made your heart flutter at how fast everything was going.

“I mean, it’s not like I don’t stare at you too.” You murmured, your eyes slightly wavering at how intense he was looking at you right now. “Like, maybe, I won’t mind if you wanna look at me more often from now on.”

Your heart was practically hammering out of your chest whilst butterflies swarmed your stomach.

“So, if I kissed you right now, you won’t mind?” Hyunwoo grinned, his body rocking back and forth with his hands in his pockets.

You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence anymore, so you shook your head, a smile pushing its way onto your lips. Before you could even think, Hyunwoo’s warm hands had cupped your face as his lips pressed against yours softly.

Instantly, you melted into him and your hands found their way to the width of his back and his lips molded gently against yours. The butterflies that swarmed your stomach felt like they were on fire and you felt like you were going to pass out.

It was a few moments until you both pulled away, panting for air but craving each other once again. Hyunwoo’s eyes burned into yours, his pupils blown out and his lips puffy. He let out a shaky breath before grinning, his eyes mocking his smile too.

“Does this mean I can take you out on a date?” Hyunwoo asked, making you giggle and shake your head lightly.

“You can do whatever you want, and I’d be happy to do it together.” You smiled, before nuzzling your forehead onto his warm chest as you felt his lips press on the top of your head.

Hyungwon sat on one end of the couch with his legs curled underneath him, wearing some black shorts and a shirt he stole from Hyunwoo’s or Hoseok’s clean laundry since he hadn’t bothered to do his own.

Hyungwon and Hyunwoo were left alone at the dorm – of course, their schedules always meeting in the middle. A reason why they went out together all the time. It’s not their fault that they were always left together. And it’s not like they’re complaining either. It’s nice.

Hyungwon was flicking through the channels, trying to find something that they both hadn’t watched yet, but when Hyunwoo walked in the room after grabbing something to snack on, Hyungwon’s eyes followed his legs. He bit the inside of his bottom lip as he watched Hyunwoo’s grey sweatpants hug the muscle of his thighs as they flexed with each step.

He remembered the small act on Weekly Idol that they had pre-recorded earlier that day and it made him shiver slightly. Seeing how Hyunwoo’s thick thighs were perfect in those sweatpants, and how amazing it felt between his when he held onto Hyunwoo’s muscular arms. Amazing, really.

Hyunwoo reached his side, and held out a cold beer for Hyungwon as their eyes met and smiled, Hyungwon warm at the act of kindness, along with the arousal he felt because of Hyunwoo’s thighs. The older man took a sip of his own beer and brushed his hair out of his face. Hyungwon followed suit, taking a gulp from the can as he turned his gaze back to the TV, staying on the first channel he found that seemed decent.

They were both platonic, but that didn’t mean Hyungwon didn’t have a hard time keeping his eyes off of Hyunwoo whenever he wasn’t looking. He’d never admit it, but Hyungwon was pretty sure he’d caught Hyunwoo looking at him once or twice. He enjoyed the attention he got from the leader, no doubt, and spending all their time together definitely amped the spark up a little.

Hyungwon tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the screen, but they kept drifting back to Hyunwoo’s damned thighs, parted just enough for his beer to rest between them. Hyungwon chewed on his lower lip and tried to stifle the sigh that was forcing its way out of his chest. It had been a while since he’d been with someone and his mind was trying to go somewhere he’d avoided the past three years.

“What’s wrong, Won? Are you even watching TV?” Hyunwoo asked. His eyes hadn’t left the TV and he took another sip as he waited for Hyungwon to answer.

“Nothing. It’s not that funny,” Hyungwon stated, snapping his head towards the TV, hoping he hadn’t noticed his stares.

“Well, it is a melodrama.” Hyunwoo chuckled lowly. Busted.

“It’s not my fault you have nice thighs,” Hyungwon mumbled.

“What?” Hyunwoo was now looking at Hyungwon, his brow knit in confusion but a cocky smile spread across his face.

“You have nice thighs. Making me feel distracted," Hyungwon said, rolling his eyes as he took another sip of his beer.

“That might be the strangest thing you’ve said to me so far,” Hyunwoo laughed, stretching his arm and resting in on the back of the couch behind his head.

Hyungwon fell into a tense silence as the show played on, and the both of them finished their beers in record time. Hyungwon had hoped Hyunwoo had forgotten about the whole ordeal, but his next question confirmed he definitely wouldn’t let him off that easy.

“What is it about them? Is it, like a kink or something?” he asked, spreading his legs a bit further and causing his knee to brush against Hyungwon’s before it rested there.

Hyungwon hesitated for a moment, trying to think of a less forward answer, but he had nothing.

“Have you ever humped someone’s thighs?” Hyungwon blatantly asked. If he was going to do it, then he was going to go all out. Shock flashed across Hyunwoo’s face and a blush quickly followed.

“I- nope, maybe never, but that still doesn’t answer my question.” He replied.

“It’s the friction that’s amazing. You can ride someone’s thigh, and if you can get the right friction, then it feels so fucking good.” Hyungwon stated, his eyes focused on the TV so they wouldn’t wander.

“And you like that?” Hyunwoo asked, his voice quiet and curious.

“Well, yeah. It’s been a while. I haven’t had someone as thick as you though, I felt them between my thighs this morning and I’m not complaining.” Hyungwon laughed.

Hyunwoo didn’t say anything after that, but Hyungwon felt his eyes on him just like Hyunwoo felt Hyungwon’s stares earlier, cutting through the tension and begging him to look at him.

“What?” Hyungwon asked, meeting Hyunwoo’s gaze which was much softer and innocent than Hyungwon had expected.

“Do you want to…” he asked, softly patting his left thigh as an invitation.

“Are you serious?” Hyungwon snorted, trying his damnedest to not entertain the idea even though it was tugging at his core.

“I mean, if you want to. I’ve never had someone do that… I can’t lie and say I’m not interested in seeing how it goes, and if it would help you out…” he shrugged casually, as if he was offering to help wash dishes instead of letting Hyungwon ride his thigh with explicit reasons.

Hyunwoo’s eyes held Hyungwon’s as he considered the offer. After a minute of awkward silence, he finally made Hyungwon’s decision for him.

“Come here,” Hyunwoo whispered as he tugged on Hyungwon’s knee.

Hyungwon pulled his legs from beneath him and stood, nervously making his way to stand in front of Hyunwoo. He settled back into the couch and spread his legs enough for Hyungwon to slide one of his thighs in between them. The younger boy placed his hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize himself as he lowered himself onto the older man’s left thigh.

He flexed his leg beneath Hyungwon, making him bite his lip and tighten his grip onto Hyunwoo’s broad, broad, broaaaad shoulders, and a sly smirk teased Hyunwoo’s lips. Hyungwon punched his shoulder playfully and tossed him a glare and Hyunwoo threw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Okay, Won. Use me however you want.” Hyunwoo coaxed.

Hyungwon moved his hips and his breath caught sharply in his throat as he accidentally rutted his semi-hard cock and brushed his clenched hole against the muscle of Hyunwoo’s thigh, the friction causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through his core. He repeated the actions, a whispered moan escaping his plump lips as his eyes fluttered shut. Hyungwon found a slow but steady pace, his hands moving to Hyunwoo’s firm, firm chest as he gripped his hyung’s t-shirt.

Hyungwon arched forward, pushing his chest against Hyunwoo’s as he rode his thigh, already feeling his cock hardening and rutting against his clothed cock. His breaths were uneven and Hyungwon moaned softly with every thrust he made.

“Can you touch me, please?” Hyungwon whimpered, craving large hands on his body to push him further.

“Where?” Hyunwoo asked silently, as if worried his voice might interrupt Hyungwon.

“I don’t care hyung, anywhere, just, please,” Hyungwon begged, biting his bottom lip at the last word. Hyunwoo wasn’t familiar with this side of Hyungwon, he’s only heard this side of him during early mornings and whenever he had to act cute for his fans.

“Okay, babe, I’ve got you,” Hyunwoo cooed, furrowing his brows at Hyungwon's desperation.

His left hand slipped beneath Hyungwon’s shirt and rested on his hip to guide his movements, his thumb trailing small and gentle circles on Hyungwon’s hipbone. Hyunwoo cupped the side of Hyungwon’s neck with his right hand, running his thumb along his sharp jawline.

Hyungwon opened his eyes to find Hyunwoo staring right back at him, his bottom lip caught between his large front teeth as he watched Hyungwon’s every move. The fire in his eyes fueled Hyungwon and pushed him further as he picked up his pace a notch, rutting himself harder against Hyunwoo’s thigh. He flexed again and this time Hyungwon didn’t stop himself from letting out a whimpered moan pour past his plump lips.

“Aren’t you beautiful? Riding me like this,” Hyunwoo whispered silently before pulling Hyungwon closer and brushing his lips against Hyungwon’s.

The coil in the younger boy’s stomach tightened as Hyunwoo’s hand slipped off his hip and grabbed his ass instead, pushing him down against his leg as he flexed once again. Hyungwon lurched forward, deepening the kiss while finding the perfect angle to grind himself against Hyunwoo’s thigh. He bounced his leg once, causing Hyungwon to gasp and nearly lose his balance.

Hyunwoo’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle, almost a growl as Hyungwon placed one hand on the other thigh to brace himself and wrapped his arms around Hyunwoo’s broad shoulders. Hyungwon was riding him at an almost violent pace while Hyunwoo left kisses along his neck and whispered encouragements.

Hyungwon moaned his name over and over again, a string of curses as he finally came hard, staining his shorts, silently thanking the heavens he wasn’t wearing any boxers. His body quivered in Hyunwoo’s arms, collapsing against his hyung’s chest.

Hyunwoo rubbed Hyungwon’s back beneath the large shirt, slowly coaxing him back down from his high. Hyungwon had been so lost in the pleasure that he forgot he was using his best friend to find release, but as he relaxed and steadied his breathing, the tense pleasure was immediately replaced with a nervous guilt as he pushed himself back up, away from Hyunwoo.

“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.” He whispered, moving his leg to stand, but Hyunwoo stopped him, his arms around his slim waist as he pulled Hyungwon back into his arms, their faces only an inch apart.

“Babe,” he whispered, “Hyungwon,” he whispered again, before kissing Hyungwon gently. “Don’t you dare say sorry. That was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Best thing I’ve ever done. Just, promise me this won’t be the last time.”

His hands were on Hyungwon’s ribcage as he lifted the skinnier boy up and set him on his lap so Hyungwon was straddling his waist. Hyungwon bit his lip as he felt how hard Hyunwoo was beneath him, and realized that Hyunwoo had enjoyed the show as much as he enjoyed the performance. Hyunwoo felt Hyungwon grinding against him slowly and smoothly, and his pupils blew out and a growl built in his chest once he felt Hyungwon’s cock hardening again.

“It’s yours if you want it, babe,” he whispered, pushing his hips up to meet Hyungwon’s.

“What do you want?” Hyungwon asked, the words coming out barely louder than a breath.

Earlier that morning, Hyungwon had agreed to bring you over to a mutual friend’s party he got invited to. He had been kind of resistant at first to go, since he’s not usually the outgoing type and he’s kind of shy when there’s a lot of people. But since he’s already mentioned it to you and you were so excited to go, he had agreed to go anyways.

You were in college, it is your second year and he had just finished with his recent comeback, thus, the main reason why the party was held by Jooheon. You were friends with the other boys, of course, and it has been a while since you’ve enjoyed some time with Hyungwon and time away from your assignments.

As cliché as it was, you bumped into Hyungwon in the middle of the streets, his face totally covered with a cap and mask, but since he had spilled your cup of coffee, he offered to buy you another one. The both of you shared interests in the pastries at the small café nearby your apartment, and things just picked up after that.

Ever since that small accident, you’ve been together for a year and a half and it might have been the best thing that has ever happened to you. Hyungwon is your best friend, and you are his, and there is nothing better than having a relationship with mutual understanding and resentment for each other – since you both tease each other and fight like two five year olds sometimes.

But, when you’re in love, you’re just in love.

“Hyungwon? Are you ready?” you shout from your bedroom to your boyfriend who was still in the bathroom. You missed the rest of the boys, and you were actually looking forward to let loose and just have some fun with them since they have been too busy the past two months. You missed Hyungwon, sure – but you missed the others too.

Hyungwon comes out of the bathroom, dressed in a black pair of ripped skinny jeans, and a white shirt, his hair styled into a quiff, his beautiful forehead out for the world to see. He lets out a big sigh and walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Yah! Stop messing up my hair.” You say, pushing him off of you.

“But, babe…” he whines, falling down onto your bed, back first. “Do we really have to go?”

“Don’t tell me you changed your mind, you were the one who wanted to go in the first place.” You say, not bothering to look at the sprawled man on your bed.

“What if we just stay in tonight?” He whines again, sitting up to look at you through the mirror you’re looking at.

“But I’m all dolled up, you ass! I even put on lipstick.” You protest, not wanting you cancel your plans. “I never put on lipstick.”

“I know.” He says and stands up again, walking up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on the top of your head. “I’m sorry that I changed my mind but can you imagine… us cuddling? Sleeping? That just feels so nice right now.” 

"Yah, Won….” You say, turning around in his arms so you are facing each other.

“We can stay in and cuddle all night, watch movies and order some pizza or chicken. My treat!" 

"Why can’t we go out?” You pout, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Because I’m not feeling like going to a party, and I see them all the time.” He says, making you roll your eyes. “I promise we can meet the boys tomorrow or next week, I promise. But a party? With all those people? And we have to pretend like we enjoy it? Come on.”

“Is it that time of the month, babe?” You ask, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Yes, I’m on my man period. Now stay home with your cute and tired boyfriend and cuddle with him." 

"You’re not sick when you’re on your period dumbass." 

"I am sick though.” He argues. “Sick of you not cuddling with me.” He grins, his cheeks popping up making you pinch them, and it was your most favourite thing in the world.

“Yeah, okay.” You say. Even though you’d enjoy a small getaway from your apartment where you spent most of your time studying, spending time with your busy boyfriend on his time off felt amazing.

“So you agree to stay in?” He says, shining up like the sun itself.

“No, tha-”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re the best girlfriend ever!” He exclaims, lifting you off your feet in a bone crushing hug.

“I’m the only girlfriend you’ve ever had, loser.” You point out when he puts you down again. “Except for that girl you had your first kiss with though.” You smirk.

“Please don’t remind me.” He groans, making you laugh.

“Come on! Let’s take off our clothes and cuddle on the bed in our underwear and watch movies till we can’t keep our eyes open anymore and eat chicken until we look like chickens!” He says excitedly, already unbuttoning his pants.

You shake your head, smiling, and say, “You’re lucky I love you, idiot.”

“Love you more!” Hyungwon says, planting a wet kiss to your lips.

“But can you imagine the amount of free food we could’ve had at the party?” You say, gasping while unzipping your dress.

“I hate you.”

“I love you.”

Hyungwon hates gym.

He stands in a line with his peers, digging the toe of his shoe into the grass and waiting. He knows he’ll be waiting for a while as Wonho and Kihyun pick out the best teams possible for their head to head football match. And Hyungwon knows that, just like always, he’ll be picked last. Because Hyungwon sucks at all things sports-related, but especially football.

He pushes his hair back and glances at Hyunwoo as he’s chosen, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Hyunwoo is, by far, the best football player in Hyungwon’s gym class. He’s always picked first for everything. He’s all athletic and tan, with these strong thighs and muscular arms. He’s sort of perfect and Hyungwon has to remind himself not to stare as Hyunwoo jogs over to join his team.

The minutes tick by slowly until everyone is chosen except for Hyungwon and Jooheon, the asthmatic kid. Even he gets picked before Hyungwon usually.

Hyungwon looks up from the pattern his foot made in the grass with his toe when he doesn’t immediately hear Jooheon’s name being called and he sees Hyunwoo and Wonho arguing slightly. Finally, Wonho gives in with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.

“Chae Hyungwon,” he calls out, making Hyungwon’s jaw drop.

He stands there, not moving to join his team because, well, he couldn’t have possibly heard that right. Right?

“You gonna stand there all day, or are you going to join us, Hyungwon?” Hyunwoo asks sternly and Hyungwon instantly pinches himself to see if it’s a dream, or reality.

“Um. Yes. Joining.” He answers, still not feeling too sure of himself as he walks over to join his team.

“Good choice,” Hyunwoo smiles, patting his shoulder when Hyungwon stands next to him.

Hyungwon feels his ears heat up and bites his lip as Kihyun calls out Jooheon’s name and the teams are all even.

Hyungwon tries to pay attention in the huddle. They all know he can’t run, he’ll trip over his own feet, so he’s assigned to play goalie. After that, he spends the next few minutes trying to not dwell on his crush towards his own teammate.

“Alright, let’s go!” Wonho claps and they break apart, running to take their positions.

“Um,” Hyungwon stands there, unsure of which side of the pitch he’s supposed to be on. He’s alone. Because his teammates actually have a clue on what they’re doing.

Luckily, Wonho comes to his aid. “Chae,” he calls, pointing to the correct goal. “Stand there.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Hyungwon says, nodding like he knew that, he was just waiting for… his legs to start working.

Hyungwon jogs over to his goal and takes his place, hoping that he can pull through for his team.

The game is going pretty okay.

Hyungwon has only had to defend against one shot that went too out of the goal anyway. So, at least he hasn’t let his team down. Hyunwoo has been a boss on the field, stealing the ball and blocking most of the shots before they can get the ball to Hyungwon anyway.

Unfortunately, the other team actually has an amazing goalie so Hyungwon’s team hasn’t scored either, though not for the lack of trying.

“Three minutes!” the coach calls out, and Hyungwon already feels relief that the game is almost over and he’s managed not to embarrass himself. “The team that scores first, doesn’t have to run laps!”

“Oh shit,” Hyungwon says to himself as he sees Jooheon, dribbling the ball his way, giving him a look with renewed determination. Of course he wouldn’t want to run laps. It would be much easier on his lungs to not have to.  

He’s not sure how but Hyungwon knows it even before Jooheon kicks the ball. He can tell which direction it’s going to go and he could stop it but Hyungwon has a crisis of conscience. Does he stop the ball and save his team from running laps? Or let it in and save Jooheon with asthma from the same fate? In the blink of an eye, Hyungwon has a decision to make. So he makes it. He dives towards the opposite side of the net, just to make absolutely certain that he doesn’t stop the ball accidentally. It makes him look like a fool and his teammates groan and curse loudly at him but Hyungwon’s used to it by now.

The coach blows his whistle and the game ends. “You know what to do!” he bellows and Hyungwon’s team starts running their laps around the field while Kihyun’s team sits on the bleachers and smirks, clapping Jooheon on the back.

After the first lap, Wonho passes Hyungwon, hissing something about how he knew he should have picked Jooheon for his team. Hyungwon feels awful but then he passes the other team and sees Jooheon sitting there breathing without the help of his inhaler and he pushes on, pretending he didn’t hear Wonho’s comment.

After eight laps around the field, coach blows his whistle again. “Alright, hit the showers!” he yells, and everyone moves to obey. A few people send dirty looks Hyungwon’s way and he hunches in on himself, feeling bad about letting the team down. He walks slowly behind the others, making it to the locker room when half of his class is already in the showers.

Hyungwon heads to his locker to grab his towel and finds none other than Son Hyunwoo leaning against it, playing with his phone as he waits.

“Oh,” Hyungwon says involuntarily, freezing in place a few steps away. He figured he was going to get shit for causing his team to run laps but he didn’t think the boy he had a crush on would be leading the charge.

“Hi,” Hyunwoo smiles, standing up straight when he sees Hyungwon.

“Um,” Hyungwon mumbles, unsure of what to do. Why is he smiling? “Hi?”

Hyunwoo’s smile fades a little and he looks concerned. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“S-Sure, I guess,” Hyungwon answers, not moving any closer. He’s sure this must be some cruel prank from his teammates. Use Hyunwoo to draw him in and then shove him into a locker or something.

Hyunwoo stares expectantly, finally speaking when it’s obvious Hyungwon’s staying where he is. “It would be great and probably more private if you’d come closer.”

“Oh,” Hyungwon swallows, knowing he can’t deny a direct request from Hyunwoo like that. “Okay.”

Hyunwoo smiles again when Hyungwon comes closer, and as hard as he’s looking, Hyungwon can’t see any malice in it.

“Look,” Hyunwoo starts quietly when Hyungwon is right in front of him. “I know what you did out there for Jooheon. It couldn’t have been easy taking the blame for missing that shot but, I think it was pretty damn cool.”

Hyungwon looks around and sees Jooheon at his locker, half-dressed from his shower and still getting pats on the back from his teammates as he pulls on his shirt. Jooheon has a smile on his face and he’s probably never been in a position to feel appreciated like that in gym class before. Hyungwon hasn’t either and he’s not going to risk ruining it for Jooheon. He’s prepared to have half his gym class hate him for a while.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says when he turns back to Hyunwoo, looking at his shoes instead of his face. “I just really suck at football, end of story.”

Hyunwoo stands there silently for another fifteen seconds and Hyungwon can feel Hyunwoo’s gaze on him but he refuses to look up at the other boy. It’s killing him but he thinks having such a close-up view of Hyunwoo isn’t good for his heart anyways.

“Alright. If you say so, end of story,” Hyunwoo gives in, sounding like he doesn’t believe Hyungwon for a second. He reaches out and squeezes Hyungwon’s shoulder as he passes and Hyunwoo feels his heart clench right along with it.

Hyungwon takes a second to breathe, and then gets his towel. If he doesn’t hurry, he won’t have time for a shower before the bell rings.

Chae Hyungwon still hates gym class. Only a week has passed and he’s not looking forward to the reminders of his failure from the week before that he’s sure Wonho and the others are going to throw at him.

Except, when Hyungwon walks into the locker room to change for class, no one says anything. No one even looks at him.

Hyungwon shrugs to himself and moves to his locker. The silent treatment is better than insults, he supposed.

“Hey Hyungwon,” Hyunwoo says, clapping Hyungwon on the shoulder as he passes, already dressed in his gym clothes.

 Hyungwon stares after him as he walks out the door. Okay, maybe not the silent treatment?

“Hey Chae,” Changkyun says as he follows Hyunwoo out.

Hyungwon stands there, bewildered with his gym shirt in his hands. Changkyun is one of those popular kids that Hyungwon didn’t even think knew his name.

It happens a few more times as Hyungwon is getting dressed and he’s seriously not sure what’s going on now. None of these people usually talk to him. He walks out to join his class, pushing his hair back as he goes and hopes for the best.

“This week’s form of torture,” the coach announces once everyone gathers in front of him, “is football again!”

Hyungwon groans internally. Seriously, you’d think football was the only sport that existed, the way they play it all the time.

“Team captains… Son Hyunwoo and Im Changkyun.”

Hyungwon sees Hyunwoo and Changkyun exchange a look as they take their places in front of everyone. He stares at his shoes and waits to be chosen last again.

“Hyungwon.” A voice calls out and Hyungwon’s head snaps back up, wondering why Hyunwoo’s calling him. Is he standing in the way of the person he had intended to call? He looks behind him and sees no one, so he looks back at Hyunwoo, confused.

“Care to join my team?” Hyunwoo is smiling at him, looking hopelessly endeared and Hyungwon doesn’t think anyone’s looked at him like that before.

“Oh, um, yes. Sorry.” Hyungwon answers a bit too enthusiastically probably, as he hurries over to stand next to him.

He barely hears Changkyun calling out Minhyuk’s name as Hyunwoo leans a little closer to him, placing a hand on the small of his back as he whispers, “Glad to have you.”

Hyungwon physically bit his lip to keep himself from replying “you can have me anytime you want.” It’s a struggle but he keeps it in, mumbling out a squeaky “thank you” before Hyunwoo calls out the next member on their team.

“Jooheon.” Hyunwoo’s next choice is Jooheon and Hyungwon knows what he’s doing. He’s picking all the people who get picked last first. Hyungwon thinks he might want to kiss him. Very badly. Right now. But that’s not exactly unusual. Hyungwon tries to clear his head and pay attention. He has to hold it together so he can make Hyunwoo proud of him.

Hyunwoo puts Hyungwon in goal again, leading him to the right one so there’s no confusion like last time.

In a brief moment of insanity, Hyungwon grabs Hyunwoo’s wrist before he can leave. “Thank you,” he says, “for picking me first. I know you’re just trying to be nice, letting the kids that get picked last feel great for once. It means a lot to me. You’re a great person, Hyunwoo.”

Hyunwoo smiles, eyes flickering down to Hyungwon’s hand as he lets go of Hyunwoo’s wrist. “The way I see it, letting the kid with asthma win so that he doesn’t have to run laps makes you a pretty great person too, Hyungwon. The other guys thinks so too. They’ll keep your secret.”

Hyungwon’s eyes widened. Of course, Hyunwoo would see through his lies. Hyungwon’s always been pretty transparent when it comes to Hyunwoo. No wonder people are talking to him, Hyunwoo told them what he’d done. It was sweet of him to make sure they wouldn’t tell Jooheon.  

“And I didn’t pick you just to be nice,” Hyunwoo mentions, brushing his hand against the side of Hyungwon’s hand, letting his fingers graze Hyungwon’s for a split second, making his heart skip and his mouth go dry. “If we win today, maybe we can go out to dinner together, to celebrate?”

Hyungwon swallows, looking at Hyunwoo and nodding dumbly. Did- Did Hyunwoo just ask him out on a date?

Hyunwoo grins cheekily, biting his bottom lip. “Great,” he says, taking a slow step back. “Now, let’s show them what Chae Hyungwon is really made of.”

Turns out, Hyungwon is still shit at football. They still lose, though it’s not entirely Hyungwon’s fault this time. Hyunwoo still takes him on a date though… and a couple more after that.