#noona reader

“I don’t mind –”

“Seungminnie Hyung should go with her!” You hope the look on your face is attributed to annoyance at Jeongin’s interruption rather than frustration at his meddling. He shrugs. “He’s had the least to drink.”

Seungmin agrees before you can object. I guess it’s time to talk. But first… “Okay Innie, truth or dare?”

His girlfriend looks on a touch worriedly as he chooses dare. “Great. I dare you to take a shot of whatever condiments Minho wants to throw in a glass.” His face goes a little green while the others laugh and offer their condolences. 

You don’t stick around for the aftermath of your punishment, heading to take care of your own dare. As you’re putting your shoes on, a hoodie drops onto you. 

“You know you really don’t have to come with me, Minnie.” You pull his hoodie over your head, savoring the smell of him as it envelops you, and turn to face him. 

“I know, but I’ve been waiting for the chance to talk to you.”

You consider playing dumb to try to put the conversation off, but you just nod when you see the serious look on his face. “Let’s go then.”

You walk for a few minutes before either of you say anything. 

“About last ni–”

“Noona, I–”

The tension breaks with your laughter. This is Seungmin. Regardless of your confusion over your feelings, you’ve always been able to talk to him. This shouldn’t be any different. You’ve been acting silly. 

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no, you’re fine. Go ahead, Minnie.”

He sighs and looks a little like he wishes he’d pushed for you to speak first. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable this morning. I didn’t really think through what I was doing; I didn’t mean to cross a line. I don’t want you to feel like you need to avoid me.”

Despite the darkness of the night, you can tell his ears are red. He’s not looking at you anymore, instead looking down at his feet like a puppy who just got scolded. You take one of his hands in yours before you answer. “You have nothing to apologize for, Seungmin. Did I really seem like I was avoiding you?”

You know you’d been putting off talking to him, but you hadn’t realized that it was so noticeable.

“Kind of?” He steals a glance at you, cheeks puffed out as he considers his next words. “I thought you might stay at our dorm today when the others left or come to my room when you got back. I guess I didn’t ask you to come to me, though, and I’m realizing now that it might’ve looked like I was avoiding you, staying in my room like that.”

“I didn’t think you were avoiding me.” When you get to the store, you have an unspoken agreement to continue this when you return outside. You grab a variety of ice creams and see that Chan texted asking that you bring back the least spicy ramen you can find for a dare. Menace that he is, Seungmin of course grabs the spiciest option, and you text back a smiley and a thumbs up. You can’t help but laugh at Chan’s inevitable demise. When you leave the shop, the mood sombers again, but you’re still close. Seungmin insists on carrying the bags, so you link your arm around one of his. 

“Can I ask why you kissed me this morning?” You’re being a little bit of a coward, still making him carry the burden of the conversation, but you understand where he’s at even less than yourself.

You’re pretty sure he walks for a full minute, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes straight ahead. “Well, it was a combination of things. I’ve always felt like we really connected. Both when we hang out together and when we talk while we’re on the road. I think it’s always been a bit different with you than our other friends. Lately, you’ve been on my mind a lot, but I didn’t want to talk about it and mess up our friendship. I really do value your friendship, and I know the rest of the guys do, too.” He glances at you then, maybe trying to read your expression, gauge your reaction to what he’s saying. You find you’re not all that surprised to hear it. Of them members, he has always been one you felt you could resonate with most. You know how caring and kind, how loving he is with the members, and you’ve seen how his treatment of you is nearly the same. You do have a tendency to gravitate toward each other. God, have I been this dense?

“Anyway, when you kissed me during the game, I got it in my head that maybe you were starting to think of me that way, too. And we never kiss goodnight on the lips like that, though I know we were drunk. And…” He shifts both bags into one hand so he can run his fingers through his hair. He’s clearly flustered. 

“And, Min?”

He says it with a rushed sigh before looking away. “And you felt so good in my arms, and you looked so beautiful; I had to ask.” He comes to a stop, turning to face you. You look up into his eyes, nearly getting lost in their depths. He looks beautiful. “And you said yes.”

You trace his features with your eyes, resisting the urge to run your fingers over those lovely lips, along his strong jaw. Now it’s your turn to be brave. “I did. And it was a wonderful kiss, Min. I can’t say that I’m exactly where you are –”

He starts to look away, his face falling a little bit, so you do reach up to touch him now. Your hand rests against his cheek, turning his head so that he’s facing you again, though he keeps his gaze downcast. Sad puppy vibes abound. “But. I do think I’m starting to catch up.”

His eyes flash up to yours, and you can see his hope. You know you should say more, but for now, you’d rather show him how you’re feeling. You tilt your face up while your hand slides back to wrap around the nape of his neck, drawing his lips to yours. It’s short and sweet. His lips are soft as flower petals; he’s much more reserved than he was this morning. It’s for the best, though. The ice cream will start to melt if you don’t get back soon, plus anyone could see you out here. 

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The rest of the walk has a different brand of silence, the comfortable, companionable kind of  quiet shared between people who are just happy to be in each others’ company. 

Reentering the dorm is a little like walking into a riot. Naturally there’s plenty of yelling. Someone (with a death wish, clearly) has strewn as many of Minho’s cat clothes as they could find around the living room. Chan is laughing so hard that he’s crying with Jeongin actively trying to smother Jisung with a pillow on the floor in front of him. It’s perfect.

“Ice cream!” Minho yells when he sees the bags in Seungmin’s hands. He grabs one bag, digging through for his favorite before tossing it to Chan. As he reaches in, he pulls out the ramen with a look of utter betrayal on his face. 

“I asked you to get the least spicy one! Do you want me to die?”

With a laugh, you immediately throw Seungmin under the bus. “I’m sorry, honey. Seungmin told me that one would be best.”

Hand to his chest, fake outrage on his face, Seungmin feigns innocence. “You told me that was for Changbinnie Hyung; I never would’ve gotten that for Channie Hyung.” He stage-whispers to Chan, “watch out for that one, she doesn’t have your best interests at heart, Hyung.”

You venture into the chaos, passing out ice cream, hearing about the shenanigans you missed while you were gone. When you make your way to a less murderous Jeongin and a barely breathing Jisung, you give the latter a little kick. “You guys can quit meddling; we’re figuring things out. 

Jisung beams up at you while Jeongin deadpans, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Whatever you say, Innie.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, bringing out his dimples. 

The rest of the night ends up being a lot calmer than the one before. The group opts to watch a movie rather than getting the games going again. One turns into two, and everyone snuggles up together. When the second movie ends, the others start figuring out sleeping arrangements and who all will be heading back home to their own beds. Seungmin takes your hand, leading you back to his room. The t-shirt you wore to bed the night before is slung over his desk chair. 

He eyes the shirt. “Are you gonna stay over again tonight?” 

You nod, grabbing the shirt as he leaves the room. You’re entering new territory here. It makes you nervous. You consider leaving your clothes on but ultimately decide it would be more awkward to act differently than normal. You’re sitting cross legged on his bed, chewing on your lip when Seungmin comes back in, gently closing and locking the door behind him.

He approaches with a small smile, giving you a peek at the braces he too often tries to hide. You expect him to sit beside you, talk about what you guys are to each other, what you’re becoming. What actually happens is much better. 

His big hands are on either side of your face, lips crashing to yours before he even gets all the way onto the bed. Your tongues clash; he’s kissing you like a thirsty man drinks water, taking as much as he can get. As your arms wrap around his neck, his hands move down to your thighs; he lifts you with surprising strength, sliding underneath you so that you’re straddling him. In your state of undress, his hands easily slide up under your shirt. One stays near your hip, rubbing his thumb over the top of your panties. The other continues up, giving your breast a squeeze before pinching your quickly stiffening nipple between two fingers. 

You gasp into his mouth, excited by his touch and surprised at his ferocity. Your hands swiftly reach down, gripping the hem of his shirt and drawing it up. He breaks the kiss to drop it to the floor and pull yours up and off to join it. Immediately, his mouth locks onto your breast, licking and sucking, while his hand moves to tease at your other nipple. You arch into his touch with a soft moan, one hand in his hair while the other sneaks between your bodies to grasp his cock. It is an impressive length and its girth makes you salivate as you imagine the way he’ll be filling you soon.  

It’s his turn to groan as you start to pump him through his shorts. He drags your mouth back to his and allows you to push him down onto his back. He kneads his fingers into your ass as you grind against him. Even with the remaining layers between you, it feels amazing. Seungmin clearly agrees. “Fuck.”

You smile into his mouth, pleased to hear how you’re affecting him. You start kissing along his jaw, licking and nibbling at his neck, drawing a sharp exhale out of him. With that, his hand appears between your legs, another soft groan escapes his lips when he makes contact with your drenched panties, realizing just how hot he’s made you. The rough circle of his fingers almost makes you want to forget what you had in mind. 

“Noona, I –”

You silence him with a kiss. “Just relax, Minnie. Let me take care of you.” You kiss your way down his body. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but you never imagined you’d have the chance to be this intimate with him. He’s thin, but you can feel how strong he is with each kiss and caress. You stop to nip at his hip, and glance back up to see him smiling down are you, lower lip pulled between his teeth. You tuck your hands into the waistband of his shorts, pausing for just a second before pulling them off along with his boxers, tossing them to join the rest of your clothes on the ground. 

As you settle yourself between his legs, you lick your lips and run your fingertips lightly along his cock. He’s so big. You aren’t sure that you’ll be able to take all of him, but you can’t wait to try. 

Seungmin props himself up on his elbows so he can watch you more easily. He looks almost mesmerized as you drag your tongue from base to tip, eyes locked on his. You wrap your lips around his head and suck hard. A strangled whimper comes from the head of the bed as Seungmin tips his head back, exposing his lovely long neck; you wish you could leave dark marks all over it. 

You take it slow, one hand wrapped around his base while you lick, kiss, and suck along the rest. You gradually take more and more of him down your throat, his melodic moans combatting your discomfort at his size. You can tell he’s doing his best to stay still, to let you do your work, but as you try to take him a little further, his hips jerk up with a “fuck.” You gag, tears springing to your eyes, and pull off for a second to catch your breath. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he sits halfway up, reaching to cup your cheek and brushing away a tear with his thumb. “It just feels so good.”

You like hearing him call you ‘baby.’ You just smile at him, then lazily drag the flat of your tongue over his tip to collect the precum leaking out. “I’m fine, Minnie. Don’t worry.”

Before you can get back to your work, he pulls your face up to his for a kiss. “As much as I like this, I was hoping we could switch things up.” 

His smile is so relaxed and beautiful. You nod, and he reaches over to dig in his nightstand. “Shit. I’m going to kill Jeongin.”

He flops back over onto his back with a sigh, and you can’t help laughing.

“It’s not funny, Noona,” but he’s chuckling, too. “Things were going so well.”

“They’re still going well, Min.” You lay down at his side and give him a few kisses. “We don’t have to go any further. But if you feel comfortable, I do have an IUD. So as long as we’re both clean, there’s not much to worry about. Granted, I should’ve checked that before I put your dick in my mouth.”

You’re both laughing again. “Don’t worry, Noona; I’m good. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I got tested. I would never do anything that could harm you.”

And you know it’s true.

“Well then,” you move to straddle him again. You’re still aching for him, the brief interruption doing nothing to slow you down. As you grind your hips, you know he feels the same. As much as you want to take the next step, you loathe to stop. He feels so good. “I guess we’re good to go.”

Before you can do anything else, Seungmin moves suddenly, flipping you so that you’re underneath him. Once again, his speed surprises you as he peels your panties off your body and settles between your thighs. 

He sits back on his heels, his mouth is quirked up on one side. “Almost good to go.”

You pull a face. “Kim Seungmin, it’s rude of you to make me wait for your cock.” 

His smile widens as he leans down to kiss you. But instead of giving you what you want, he shimmies down your body until you’re gifted with the beautiful view of Seungmin’s head between your thighs. You almost want to complain, impatient to have him inside you, but the feeling of his breath ghosting over you paired with that of his hands caressing your hips while he stares up at you with those boba eyes amps up your anticipation. “I got ahead of myself; I need to do something first.”

He teases you at first, kissing the insides of your thighs, your outer lips – his mouth everywhere but where you want it. Where you need it. You slide your hands into his hair, pulling lightly to try to redirect him, and whisper, “Seungmin, please.”

“Patience, Noona.” The smile he flashes at you reminds you that he’s one of the group’s biggest menaces. Luckily, he heeds your plea anyway, and your mind goes blank the second his tongue touches you. He mimics the way you started with him, a nice, slow lick, then swirling his tongue around your clit for a moment before blowing on it gently. You clench and moan at the sensation. 

He works you slowly, teasingly, switching up his technique every time your legs start to tremble. It’s so good and terrible all at once; you don’t know how much more you can take. When he suddenly starts sucking and flicking his tongue up and down, you feel you might implode. If you weren’t so turned on, you might be embarrassed by the whine in your voice.

“Minnie…”

He pulls away and sits up with a grin, almost simultaneously sliding two long fingers into you. His thumb begins circling your clit as they curl inside you. You let out a small whimper. 

He shifts so that he’s kneeling with one hand posted at your side as he pulls his fingers out to stroke himself. You’re disappointed to be left empty, but love watching him spread your wetness along his shaft. 

Seungmin drags the head of his cock through your folds, tapping your clit with his clit a few times before moving to fill the loss of his fingers. When he starts to slide in, you can’t help the moan that leaves your lips. He smiles even wider as he lowers himself down, now braced on his elbows as he slowly buries himself into you. “Tell me how you’re feeling, Noona.”

“Oh, Minnie,” you all but gasp, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your nails dig into his back as he starts slowly rocking his hips. He fills you so well, hitting just the right spot. “You feel so, oh, so good, Seungmin. God. You’re, uh ah, perfect.”

Whether it’s your words or the squeeze of your body around him, Seungmin can’t go slow anymore. He picks up the pace, and you try to meet him thrust for thrust. He sits back and slides his hands under your knees to fold you so that your knees are at your chest. In this position, you’re unable to kiss him, though it had been getting hard to focus on kissing anyway. Instead you watch the concentration and pleasure on his face as he begins slamming into you; it’s a symphony of skin on skin, heavy breathing, gasps, and moans. 

You start to near your peak, and he must be able to tell. He sits up more, and his hands slide up your thighs to bring your calves up over his shoulders . It’s almost too much for you. You can’t do much more than clutch at the sheets. He pounds into you, his fingers digging hard into your hips. You might end up with bruises. Good as it feels, you need more to put you over the edge. 

“Min… I need…”

He knows. He sticks his thumb in his mouth for a moment before applying delicious pressure to your clit. The friction created with his thrusts has your eyes watering. Your breath is coming out in gasps and moans as you try to say his name. You grab the hand that’s still on your hip. 

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he pants. 

You can feel the surge in him as he tries to stave it off. It tips you over the edge. Your body is on fire as you convulse around him. Seungmin soon follows you, allowing your legs to fall back down around his hips, he grinds into you. His other hand finds yours, fingers interlocked above your head, and his forehead rests on yours as you ride out your pleasure. 

When the tremors pass, he plants a soft his on your lips before slumping down with his face in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, relishing the feel of his weight on your body. You lay like that for what feels like forever, breathing each other in as he grows soft inside you. Finally, he sits up and pulls out, grabbing the package of wet wipes from his nightstand for a quick clean up. Then, like the night before, Seungmin lays down, pulling you against him – this time on his back, your head resting on his chest. You fall asleep easily with his arms around you, listening to the steady beat of his heart. 

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You wake when you feel Seungmin getting out of bed and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Minnie?” You murmur, trying to reach out and touch him before he moves too far away. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips. 

“I’ll be right back; I just want to start the coffee.”

You let your eyes close again and stretch as he heads to the door. You hear a huffed laugh and open your eyes to see him walking back to you with something in his hands. A basket?

He holds up the note that must’ve been on top. “Minho Hyung thinks he’s funny.”

Your eyes widen, and you sit up as he sets the basket between you. Your cheeks flush as you take in its contents: two bottles of cold brew, two bottles of gatorade, a handful of granola bars and a couple bananas, a package of wet wipes, a bottle of lube, a sleeve of condoms, and – 

“What is this?” You unfold a pamphlet of some sort. It shows a few stick figures doing a variety of stretches to ‘help avoid thigh burn out,’ all with Minho’s signature wrinkly-faced Jureumi. “Do I even want to know what the note says?”

You’re sure your face is as red as Seungmin’s as he reads it aloud:

Darling Puppy, Did you forget you live in a dorm with other people? As proud as I am to know that you’re a competent lover, I think I speak for us all when I say there’s no need to provide further evidence. Here you’ll find a few goodies to aid you in your adventure – remember, it’s important to not only have enough sustenance to maintain your stamina but also to do your best to avoid cramping. Also, keep in mind that not everyone wakes as early as you, so any morning activities should be kept to a minimum volume. In a pinch, biting a pillow can stifle a good number of… interjections.  Don’t make me hurt you, Your Favorite Hyung  P.S. Happy for you, Noona. You’re welcome to stay over any time so long as you keep your dog on a leash.

You’re pretty embarrassed, but luckily you’ve witnessed plenty of embarrassing moments when hanging with the guys. You can’t believe you’d both forgotten to try to keep things quiet. Still, this isn’t even going to be the most awkward sex story from this dorm. Felix will forever hold that crown. And when you’re laughing with Seungmin about it, seeing the unabashed joy on his face, you know you’d do it again, if given the chance.

She dragged her fingers over her phone, the rush of control settling deep in her bones. The three dots appeared instantly, and she could feel his impatience.

Hobi: Lyric. Please.

She exhaled through her nose, biting her lip as she typed.

Lyric: Please what, baby?

His response was instant.

Hobi: Send me something. Anything. I need you.

Her stomach tightened at the need in his words.

Lyric: So greedy.

Hobi: Yes. I’ll be whatever you want. Just give me something to hold onto.

A shiver ran down her spine. She let the moment stretch, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, knowing it was killing him.

Then—

Hobi: I’ll send a car. Just tell me where.

Her eyes widened.

Lyric: Excuse me?

Hobi: I’ll send a car right now. Come to me.

Her heart pounded, excitement laced with amusement.

Lyric: You’re down bad, huh?

Hobi: Fucking wrecked. I need to taste you. Right now.

Her thighs tensed.

The idea of showing up at his place, letting him pull her inside and ruin her the way she knew he wanted to—it sent a rush of heat straight to her core.

But she wasn’t going to make it that easy.

He had to earn it.

Lyric: Mmm. Tempting. But I think I like watching you suffer. 😈

His reply was instant.

Hobi: Lyric, please.

She laughed, wicked and full of power.

This man—one of the most charismatic, confident men in the world—was desperate for her.

She stretched out on the bed, running her fingers along her bare thigh.

Lyric: I dunno… you already have my panties. Isn’t that enough?

Hobi: NO.

She bit her lip, dragging her free hand lower, teasing herself over the silk slip she hadn’t even bothered to remove.

Lyric: You sound so needy, baby.

Hobi: I AM. I’m losing my fucking mind. I need to hear you.

Her own arousal spiked at his unraveling.

Alright.

She lifted the covers, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers pressing into slick heat.

She wasn’t even surprised at how wet she was.

Hobi had done this to her.

She switched to video mode, flipping the camera to her front-facing lens. The lighting was dim, shadows stretching across her skin as she adjusted, pressing record.

She let out a slow, breathy sigh, lids heavy with arousal. Her lips parted, fingers pressing just right, dragging out the heat building in her core.

Then, as her body arched under the pleasure—

A soft, wrecked moan.

His name.

“Hobi…”

She hit send.

Seconds passed.

Then—

A call.

Incoming Video Call: Hobi

She smirked.

He was losing it.

She let the call ring twice before answering.

Hobi’s face filled the screen—his hair was a mess, lips slightly parted, his chest still heaving from whatever torture he’d put himself through watching her. His jaw tensed the second he saw her, eyes wild with need.

“Lyric,” he rasped.

She licked her lips, tilting her head. “You called?”

His hand ran through his hair, frustration and lust twisting into something dangerous. “You’re evil.”

She hummed, slipping her fingers into her mouth, tasting herself just to see his reaction.

His groan was low and filthy.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he breathed.

She grinned.

“Good.”

Lyric let her fingers trace the edge of her phone, her lips curling in satisfaction as Hobi’s wrecked voice filled the quiet space of her hotel room.

Thank God Destiny was still up on the rooftop garden, lost in her thoughts, and Lauren had disappeared into her own room the second they got back.

Because the way this man sounded—

Absolutely wrecked.

He was gripping his phone, that much she could tell. His voice was strained, rough like he was barely holding himself together.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Lyric smirked, her fingers still lazily teasing herself beneath the covers. God, he sounded hot like this.

“Maybe,” she murmured, drawing out the syllables like slow honey. “Or maybe I just like knowing how bad you want me.”

His breath was ragged on the other end. She could hear him shifting, restless. Probably gripping his thighs to stop himself from stroking his cock again.

“You have no idea.”

The deep timbre of his voice sent heat rushing straight between her legs.

“Then tell me.”

A sharp exhale. A curse under his breath. She could almost see him—body tight with tension, his jaw clenched, his hands flexing, ready to snap.

“You think this is funny, huh?” His voice was dark now. Different. Something low and dangerous slithered through it.

Lyric stilled.

That was… new.

The teasing lilt in her voice flickered slightly, but she recovered fast. “A little.”

Silence stretched between them. Thick. Charged.

Then—

“Fuck this.”

A chill rolled down her spine.

“What—”

“Oh noona!” He mumbled somewhat sheepishly.

“Jungkook? What are you - oh...” you stopped as you looked down to see the very obvious bulge he was failing to cover up with his hands right now.

You hid a smile as you questioned him. “Aaw Kookie, do you have a little problem down there? Or should I say a big problem?” You stifled a laugh as you recalled the generous clothing size requirements when it came to his crotch area.

“Ah please don’t laugh! It was the clothes, they were rubbing me up when I was dancing and now it won’t go away! I can’t go into our dressing room - if the others see this I’ll never hear the end of it!” Jungkook hid his face in a pillow out of embarrassment.

“Well you need to do something about it fast because I need to get you into your next outfit. Think of something unsexy, like Yoongi’s morning voice” (it was the first thing that came to mind, but totally untrue – Yoongi’s morning voice was incredibly sexy). You were about to leave to give him some privacy but – “Noona, wait…can you help me?” He was looking at you hesitantly with his adorable bambi eyes, sitting up with more confidence as you gazed into them. You couldn’t resist that face… and you had to admit, the thought of getting him off turned you on.

“Ugh… this is a one off, okay? And no one must know – I could lose my job for this. Trousers and underwear off baby boy.” You decided to make the most of this moment and tease him – he hated being called baby boy, you knew as you’d heard his hyungs play around with the nickname to his dismay. “Don’t call me that” he grimaced.

You walked over and straddled his thighs without hesitation – something he was not expecting as he leaned back onto the sofa in surprise, being careful not to touch you inappropriately, all confidence he had a moment ago gone.

“It’s okay Kookie, just relax and enjoy it.” You whispered as you took his hard length into your hand, starting to stroke up and down (god, he really was well endowed). Jungkook whimpered, leaning his head back as you held tighter onto his cock, spreading the precum from his tip along it. You placed your other hand on his shoulder to keep yourself balanced and focused on putting your strength into the hand that was gliding up and down his cock, aiming to get him to cum as quickly as possible. His whimpers started to turn into heavier moans, the veins in his neck standing out as he whined under you. The sounds he was making right now were absolutely delicious, you were getting hotter just watching him - and when he moaned “noona” breathily, you felt wetness pool into your underwear. Jungkook coming undone beneath you by your hand was without a doubt insanely hot - your mind ran through the possibilities of having him under your control like this more often. 

“Come on Kookie, cum for me” you said in a low voice, deeply affected by his moans and gasps. You quickened your pace on his hardness as he writhed under you, placing his hands on your thighs. 

“Ah – uh – noona, I’m gonna…” he started to say, seconds after you had already realised he couldn’t cum on either of your clothes or the sofa. Fuck it, you thought as you got on your knees in front of him and took his cock into your mouth. You didn’t have to do much, he started to spurt into your mouth after you deepthroated him twice, your hand still stroking him to squeeze out every last drop of cum onto your tongue before swallowing.

Your legs were shaking slightly as you stood up and fixed your hair, looking at him expectantly. He stared back at you in awe. “Holy shit noona that was so hot, damn” he smirked as he ran a hand through his hair, all confidence in himself apparently returned.

“Get over it baby boy, it can’t ever happen again” you said as he scowled at the nickname. “Hurry up, we’ve wasted enough time in here, you need to go and get changed. The others are probably ready.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he stood up and pulled up his underwear and trousers, he noticed as you bit your lip, clenching your thighs together.

“Are you okay noona? Do you need me to help you out there?” he smirked again, looking towards your covered wet core. You pondered … you were already in this deep… there would be no harm in him helping you cum too right? Besides, you were marvelling at how hot he looked right now after having cum because of you. You would be stupid to say no really. Your mind was hazy with lust as you found yourself letting him lay you down on the sofa and pull your skirt up, your panties off, and move his head down between your thighs…

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You finally returned to the dressing room (in a more relaxed state) where the rest of the group were having their make-up done.

“Noona, did you find Jungkook? We were starting to worry” Hobi questioned.

“Yes, I found him, he was talking to the camera director – wanting to have a go with the cameras – typical of him, right?” you rolled your eyes as you told the convincing lie. Hobi laughed and easily took it in. When Jungkook came trailing into the room, you immediately took him away behind the screen to give him his next outfit.

“Hmm... I know why Yerim always refuses our blind dates proposal” says one of my colleagues who suddenly stands behind me.

“Ah, it’s not like that” I defend myself that barely gives any effect.

“You hide your handsome boyfriend from us for all this time?” ask Aeri who looks at me mischievously. She knows who Jungkook is, but she always teases me every time I share a story of him. She meets Jungkook months ago when she gives me a visit on Sunday morning, the day which is coincidentally falls on Jungkook’s last holiday when serving in military.

I open my mouth to answer but my colleagues’ attention has already directed to Jungkook. He flashes them polite smile then bow to the others.

“So, who is this lucky man?”

“Hi, I’m Jeon Jungkook. If it’s okay for you all, I will take Yerim first since we are late for our dinner appointment’ he answers which makes my colleagues squeal. He must be out of his mind to play along with these people.

“Take her please. But do not forget to return her tomorrow, I need her for new project’s presentation”

“I will let her have a good rest tonight”

The females scream hearing Jungkook’s answer. I punch his stomach and only earns a grin from him. My face feels heated when I crash to the solid abs. I never can be used to this Jungkook when I have known him since a baby and always think of him as younger brother.

“So, see you ladies” he says before wraps his hand to my waist. I wave to my friends while walking outside.

  “Kookie, why did you answer them like that?” ask me when I finally sit in the restaurant. He gives me the menu book and set the utensil while chuckling. He, apparently, loves to see me embarrassed. He once said it’s nice to see the faint pink tint on my cheeks.

Jungkook and Jeon family have been my neighbor since I was a kid, so we are close like blood-related family. I’m the oldest out of the children from both families, then followed by oldest son of Jeon. My sister and Jungkook are in the same age. We are quite close since we don’t have many years gap but eventually drifting apart when we have our own business.

A year ago, my family moved nearer to the city while the Jeon stayed in our neighborhood. We still manage to meet at each other house sometimes, but I often miss the gathering than I intend to because of work. And it makes us drift apart somehow.

But Jungkook is different. He calls me often, sometimes it feels like he is my real blood-related brother. Even he is used to spend his call benefit in military for me. I still remember his sudden decision of military enlistment after graduate from high school has shocked everyone including his brother who hasn’t going yet. He still manages to keep us close.

“Your friends are so funny, Noona” he says, making me shake my head.

“And why they seem obsessing to get you a boyfriend? I don’t think any man will pass my standard”

“Your standard?” I ask while raising my eyebrow.

“Yes, my standard. He should beat me in every aspect I’m good of”

My mouth is hanging open hearing his answer. Where will I find a man as perfect as him? Jungkook is tall, handsome, good at sport and arts. He sends me some voice notes of him singing and it helps me to sleep. He makes a video of our family weekend getaway like a short movie. Once he learns something, he masters it in no time.

“Hh… I will be single forever then”

He laughs and calls the waiter to get our orders. I sit lifelessly, looking at his excited face. He say thank you after he is done and back to give his attention to me. He puts small box in front of me and tells me to open it by his eyes. I narrow my eyes to him, questioning his intention. He laughs again and encourages me to open the box once again. My eyes widen to see a pair of beautiful earrings similar to his but in more feminine design.

“Happy birthday, Noona. I know it’s early but I’m afraid I can’t come on your day. I always pray for your happiness”

And somehow, I think that being single forever is not bad if I can have Jungkook beside me all the time.

 1st of September

 I come to my parent’s home on the weekend to find everyone being so neat unlike the usual. I always see my father and mother watch the variety show leisurely on Saturday night, while my sister is busy preparing herself for a date with her boyfriend. My father is not using his dress pants but tidy enough to know that they are going somewhere. I frown and try to remember any event today until my sister stands before me.

“Jeon family invites us over for dinner tonight. I believe you haven’t read the messages, have you?”

I flash her guilty smile. I can’t take out my phone in the packed subway. Having a handle to help me standing is tough already.

“Put some perfume then we’re good to go” she says while making gesture that I’m stink.

I check my phone and see the notification on the messenger app. It turns out to be the youngest Jeon’s birthday today. I palm my face to let myself forgetting this important day and don’t bring anything to his house. Jungkook will make me own him a big favor.

  Coming to Jeon’s house always brings back happy memories on my childhood. This house has become my second home. The parents always welcome me and my sister and take us as their own since they don’t have daughter, vice versa for my parents.

I stand in the back and let my family to greet the host first while I’m taking a second look to the house. Aunty Jeon is growing more small plants in front of the house, making me sure that she will give some for my mother later.

“You’re coming, Noona” said someone behind me. I turn my body to see the birthday boy smiling. Maybe I shouldn’t call him boy anymore since he becomes a man already. His figure screams grown-up man with his broad shoulder and muscles here and there but his innocent face tells another story. He is the same Jungkook I know years ago. Even though I meet him sometimes, he looks different tonight.

“I shouldn’t miss your birthday dinner, should I?”

He chuckles and stands beside me, making me looks smaller compared to him. He puts his hand to my lower back and pushes me to step forward nearing his mother.

“Where have you been?” I ask, wondering why he comes late while our presence here is for him.

“I’m back from being adult” he answers shortly with playful smile. I don’t get his joke and think about it for a while. But before I can ask him further, I arrive in front of his mother.

“Yerim, it’s good to see you” Aunty Jeon hugs me tight. She nags me because I haven’t come for ages. Being in the team that obviously lacks member makes me work very hard. I, sometimes, don’t get any break in weekend when it gets very busy. I know they understand and worry for me at the same time, but they also can help to throw their complaints to me for my own good.

“Mom, she is just coming after God knows when. Don’t make her regret it now” says Jungkook. I can hear his tease in every word he says. Aunty Jeon glares his son but eventually rushes me to come in.

“The earrings look good on you” he whispers on my ear before we step inside the house. I don’t take compliment easily and I’m sure my face is suddenly turns red. Jungkook is no longer a boy to do thing like this.

 We’re lucky the night is clear while we have the dinner at the backyard terrace. I spot the old swing in the corner of the yard and remember how we always fight for it. I love to spend my time there while the other kids are napping back then. But Jungkook will always find me missing and sleep upon my lap on the swing.

“I’m so sorry for coming late” said Junghyun as he comes in. He spreads a wide smile resembled to his brother.

“Oh, the busy noona is here today? Is it the power of Jungkook’s birthday?” he teases me while patting his brother shoulder. The younger man gives shy smile.

“If everyone teases me like this, I think I’ve been missing too long already. I will try to come as often I can then”

“Don’t bother him, Yerim. He is the one who barely come home since move to Seoul” said Aunty Jeon after Junghyun sit and smack his arm. I just laugh it off.

  The others are busy in catching up in the living room while I walk alone following the small garden light to the swing. I sit and close my eyes for a while, releasing the exhausted feeling I get for the entire week. I sigh deeply and comfort myself until feeling sleepy and not aware that someone joins me in the silence. He lets out a cough, announcing his presence in front of me.

“Jungkook” I said. He smiles and points on the empty spot next to me. I only nod and let him take a sit beside me. His cologne fills my lungs when I take a breath. His scent is surprisingly calming, making the sleepy feeling comes to me once again.

“You can lean on me and get some rest, Noona”

I look at him and notice how he becomes more mature and handsome after two months not seeing each other. I bet he has a girlfriend now because his aura becomes different.

“You’re doing well?” I ask while taking the detail of his face. His jaw is sharper than I remember, his cheeks are thinner. I hold myself to not suddenly touch them.

“Hmm, I barely pass the interview to be intern in my dream company and start next week. I still can give you piggy back to living room if you really pass out here. And I’m kind of missing you?” he answers while looking at me. I give him a light slap on his arm and rest my head on his shoulder that he is purposely lowered. We both lean back to the swings and looking up to the sky.

“Then how about… girlfriend?”

His palm is open as if waiting for my palm to play with. I sometimes wonder if we were this close before. I don’t remember exactly how it happened but Jungkook always makes time to meet me on his spare time. I’ve just got a job that time and surprised to see him waiting for me in front of my office during his serving days. I think I have a hard time to see him as a brother since that day without myself knowing.

“What about girlfriend?”

“Do you get yourself one?”

“Should I?”

I close my eyes and think about his question. He should get a girlfriend, shouldn’t he? Why don’t I answer the simple question easily? Jungkook takes my hand and puts it on his. He entangles his fingers around mine.

“Don’t you want to have someone beside you to share everything with?”

“I think I have one already but I’m not sure if she’s thinking the same”

My breath hitches and stops for a while. I think he can feel me stiffen since he tightens his grip on me.

“Have you… have you ask her out?”

“Mm, I haven’t. I don’t think she sees me as a man yet but I will try”

I don’t think my brain is functioning well because I suddenly forget to breathe. Why I feel like want to throw up imagining him with another girl while I’m the one who bringing up the topic?

“But will you be okay if I have a girlfriend?” he whispers slowly. I can feel his head moving and traps my head into his shoulder. I hesitate to answer so I choose to keep silent.

“Yerim” he calls my name softly. I always thought it’s a slip up but it happens often lately so I’m not so sure now.

“I don’t know Kookie”

 6th of September

 Jungkook hasn’t contact me after the dinner for 5 days straight and I begin to worry. I don’t think I feel this way before but I’m too afraid to not hear anything from him now. I steal a glance as often as I can but find nothing. I decide to send him a message on lunch, just checking up on him in case he’s sick or something.

 Kook, are you alive?

Sent

 Rest of the day goes blurry since I have many tasks to do from my manager. I haven’t checked my phone until time to off from work. I wave at my coworker who works late today and go to subway quickly. I don’t have much energy to spend so I choose the fastest route to home. My mind wanders to Jungkook while I set my eyes to the line of lights outside the bus. Why do I feel empty these days? I’m always fine to not having company yet 5 days without words from Jungkook makes me feel like this.

I lean my head on the elevator wall, feeling drained. I should make dinner as soon as I arrive on my apartment to recharge. Filled tummy will help me sleep well, I hope. I stun after a step outside the elevator when I find Jungkook stands in front of my door. He looks nothing like the hoodie boy I know with white shirt and black dress pants. He looks tired while his phone reattached to his ear.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, still in lost to see Jungkook out of nowhere.

“Noona, I call you hundred times”

His voice breaks my blank state and helps me to move. He straightens his posture and gives his hand to my direction. I walk slowly and he patiently waits for me to reach him. I take his hand and look at him.

“I bring ice cream for you” he says and lifts his other hand to show me, but my eyes are still on him.

“Are you okay, Noona?”

His eyes now fill with worry to see no response out of my mouth. He closes the gap and whispers.

“Are you mad at me?”

I can talk, I can answer his question. But I don’t want to. I don’t believe on myself to answering him now. At this point I should accept the fact that I have fallen to the boy that I label brother for years.

“I’m sorry Yerim, please talk to me, yeah?”

I hug him and bury my face on his chest. I murmur softly, to scared to be heard but enough for myself to finally admit it.

“I miss you”

  I still feel embarrassed for hugging him and saying that I miss him when we enter my place. He knows my place well and gets himself and me a glass of water after puts the ice cream in the refrigerator. I scold myself inside my head many times until Jungkook clearing his throat before speaking. It’s not like the first time I say those words but I think we are both aware that something’s changed. The words feel heavier than usual.

“I don’t know being intern will be that busy”

“Nah, it’s okay, I’m just worried”

“How’s work this week? Is it getting better?” I caught a hope to melt the tension in his voice. I sigh loudly before let my body relaxing on the sofa.

“It worsen, I skip two lunches just to finish the work before deadline”

Jungkook face hardens and I realize I say something wrong. When I was in college, I have taken a bed rest for skipping a meal three days  in a row and now I’m about to repeat the history.

“I’m stacking snacks on my desk Jungkook, I still eat even it’s not a meal”

“Can you not doing that again? I don’t want you to get sick”

I nod to his request. This is a normal conversation of me and Jungkook but something’s feel weird. Maybe I’m attracted to this guy more than I thought before. I tilt my head to his direction and find him looking at me.

“Pizza for dinner?” he just smiles and nods before calling the pizza restaurant.

  Being comfortable with Jungkook means arms and legs are entangled while we are eating and watching a movie. Sometimes I think we are both aware that we’re crossing the line of being best friends or brother-sister because we are not really related by blood. But we also don’t want what we are having now changed. Lately, I just think maybe we should give each other some space but in reality I can’t stand to be in the dark without his presence. I am depended on him more than I realize. And with some ego, I want to keep him for myself.

“Kook”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think I will be okay” I say while hiding my face to his arms.

“What do you mean?”

“I won’t be okay if you have girlfriend”

I hide further to the fabric of his clothes without worrying my make up will stain his white shirt. I can dry-clean it later since I don’t have much bravery to say this to his face. He doesn’t say anything for a second that makes me panics. I shouldn’t tell him this, not now.

“Why?”

This time I really take my time to answer. I’m preparing my heart to take whatever response Jungkook give me after hearing the answer.

“I hate the idea to share you with anyone”

“Share me?”

“I mean… I know I don’t own you, you’re like brother to me or at least I thought you are but I need you more than that”

“Do you love me?”

“I don’t know… I think I love you?”

“You think…”

I’m not sure why but tears are prickling my eyes. I don’t want him to know that his answers somehow break me. I detach myself from him and stand up abruptly. I am a coward yet I’m older than him for years. I’m not wise to feel hurt by his response while I’m the one who confess out of blue. I’m not ready to get rejection from him while I’m aware it is one-sided love.

“I’m going to clean myself and off to bed. You can go if you’re done with the pizza” I say to him without looking. He still says nothing.

“You can forget what I’m saying just now, Jungkook.”

He grabs my hand to keep me from leaving. I don’t want him to see me crying because of my own foolishness.

“If you don’t want to share me with others, why don’t you own me as yours?” he asks softly. I’m not sure is he really asking me or mocking me. I can’t read any emotion in his voice.

“Do you know how long I try to get your attention as a man and not little brother who follows you around?”

His next sentence lets me know that his previous one is a real question. He stands up and hugs me from behind. He circles his left hand on my waist and his right on my shoulder. His chin rests on the top of my head. He is trapping me and throwing away the possibility of running.

“You can’t just go after you say you think you love me” he says. And now I feel him smiling while saying those words. Being usual him, he is strongly holding himself to tease me.

“I thought having you seeing me as a man is enough for me, but I was wrong”

“Jungkook”

“I’m not satisfied to be just a man, I want to be your man. I want to make you happy, as you make me”

He loosens his hug and spins me to face him. I still feel the tears streak on my cheek.

“You can scold me, punch me, anything when you mad at me but don’t cry”

“You fool”

“Oh yeah, you can curse me too”

We both laugh at our silliness. He hugs me again, making me feel so secure in his arms, like always.

“And now, let me kiss my princess”

I’m shaking my head as refusal but he is closing the distance very fast. Next thing I remember is his soft lips taking my breath away for the longest time I’ve never thought I can handle.

  31st of December

 “Are you ready?” I ask Jungkook who looks pale when we arrive at my parents’ house.

After we get together, we meet regularly on weekends. We haven’t told our families yet and even when we come to our monthly dinner night together. They seems not noticing our relationship since nothing really changes between me and Jungkook. Well, at least in front of them we are still the loving brother and sister. Before official, we are already touchy so after that night, Jungkook is unstoppable for any kind of skinship behind the door of his place or mine.

“What if your father doesn’t like me as her daughter’s boyfriend?”

“Should we do this again?”

He nods. He is just being the real him as the youngest and it’s cute.

“You’re practically his son, why won’t he like you?”

“It’s different you know. Hhhh, don’t ever mentioned about our overnights anytime soon”

I laugh this time. He is totally scared of my father’s response like committing some deadly serious crimes.

“Why? So don’t want to run another 50 laps like you do on high school?”

I remember Jungkook was punished by my father for skipping school with his close friends back then. He and all his friends were almost fainted after finishing the punishment. But right after that,  my dad fulfilled their stomach with meat.

“Ugh… You have to hold my hands whatever that happens inside”

“Okay, okay”

He lets out a loud sigh an nods repeatedly. “Let’s go”

 Jungkook keeps glance at me every minutes. He looks so miserable with his worry while our families are enjoying the dinner. Since Junghyun and my sister, Harim bring their partner tonight, I can understand what’s going on in Jungkook’s head.

“So, when will you introduce your boyfriend to us, Noona?” say Junghyun. I smile widely when Jungkook coughs hearing his brother question. I pat his back slowly while he is reaching his drink.

“I really want to introduce him to you all just like what Junghyun and Harim do tonight but…” I don’t continue my sentence and look at Jungkook who sits beside me.

“Does Jungkook ban you from dating? Does he scare any man that attracted to you just like before?” ask Junghyun again. I shake my head while laughing with others. Jungkook hisses and grits his teeth.

“I am dating Yerim Noona”

“Right, you are dating… what?!” It’s Junghyun turns to coughing now. His fiancée gives him a glass of water to calm him down.

“Is it serious?” ask my mother and I nod to her question.

“See, Mom? I told you right, there’s something going on between these two” says Harim and Aunty Jeon agrees with her. Seems like they are gossiping us when we are away.

“So it’s official now that Yerim will be my daughter” says Uncle Jeon that makes everyone laughing. Jungkook steal a glance to my father in fear of being yelled or so he thought but nothing happened. My father looks happy and it brings color to Jungkook’s face.

“What it is? Am I the only one who didn’t expect this?” ask Junghyun. Jungkook palms his face.

“So, Mom, Dad, will it be okay if I’m getting married earlier than Onni?” Harim asks while holding her boyfriend’s hand tight. And I just realize that she is wearing a beautiful ring on her ring finger.

“If it’s okay for your sister”

Now everyone looks at me.

“While I am waiting for Jungkook to ask me from Dad, I think I’m ready to be bridesmaid”

“Noona…” Jungkook whispers in defeat. My sister shouts ‘thank you’ and hugs her man. I look at Jungkook and feel the euphoria taking over me.