#so junghwan

summary: junghwan is known as treasure’s precious youngest who can’t even talk to girls, so why is this random girl in their kitchen claiming that they’re friends?

warnings: ot12 treasure implied, reader and junghwan are the same age, reader stutters at some point but it doesn’t last, sick junghwan = bold junghwan ( ooc ik but it’s for plot reasons )

pairing: fem! idol! reader x so junghwan

genre: fluff, comfort, kind of comedy, treasure being suspicious and dramatic

author note: treasure map is back we cheered !!!! this will also have a part 2 at some point ( i just need to figure out the plot and timeline )

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y/n knew that the only reason she’s friends with so junghwan is because of her member — even though it did take a few months for junghwan to actually look at and speak to her.

"you're doing it wrong"

currently, their friendship is in the territory where they argue and make fun of each other so often that it makes people think that they must hate the other.

"you can't even cook!"

"i know. i just like telling you that you're wrong" she glared and threatingly raised the large knife in her hand, but it only made junghwan smile

y/n wasn't even supposed to be here, or around junghwan at all, but when he called and coughed in her ear for five seconds straight before asking if she could bring him some medicine since his members weren't answering, she had sighed and agreed. even if they did argue and fight constantly, she wasn't mean enough to ignore him while he’s sick.

however, when she arrived, junghwan then asked if she could make him some soup since he tried and all the water somehow disappeared from the pot ( junghwan also almost set the dorm on fire, but no one had to know ).

so now, y/n is preparing him soup while he judges her every move.

“go spread your germs somewhere else or at least put a damn mask on… if i get sick i’m throwing you out the window” he laughed, but then started coughing which made y/n quickly cover the ingredients

“go take a shower. it’ll make you feel better” her tone went soft as she grabbed the ingredients and turned around

junghwan blinked as he stared at her back. y/n always does this; they’ll be in the middle of an argument or had just finished one when she says something so quietly and gentle that it makes him freeze.

they’re friends, of course she cares, but sometimes it made junghwan’s heart leap and cheeks grow red from — well, he doesn’t really know.

“don’t make the water too hot or you’ll feel dizzy. i’ll come check on you if i feel like you’re taking too long and your members aren’t back” she glanced back making junghwan nod… almost timidly, but y/n didn’t think much of it

she heard him let out a few more coughs before the sound of his chair was scraped back and his footsteps slowly got quieter.

y/n let out a breath that she didn’t realise she was holding in and looked down at the ingredients.

“is this normal for friends?” she questioned

“or is this… something different?” she wondered

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y/n was busy scrolling through her phone with earphones in to notice that junghwan’s members had come back — she hadn’t even thought about the possibility of them not knowing that she had even came over, much less be completely unaware of her entire existence.

“something’s off” hyunsuk stated as soon as junkyu opened the door, which made him scoff

“you’re only saying that to scare us and it’s not working!” he quickly slipped his shoes off, took a few steps in, but then stopped

“what is it?” haruto asked

“there’s a girl” junkyu whispered

“what?” the members questioned behind

“there’s a girl. in our kitchen” he said slowly as they peeked out from behind

“Is it a ghost?” jeongwoo spoke as he and jaehyuk clinged to each other

“doesn’t seem like it…”

hyunsuk took a deep breath, mentally reassured himself, and walked into their kitchen where y/n was trying to find something big enough to put the bowl of soup, medicine, and tea she also made on.

“oi” hyunsuk said, voice loud and firm that it made y/n jump

she turned and stared at junghwan’s member like someone who was caught doing a crime — she’s never met any of them before since their schedules don’t line up. she has seen jeongwoo ( who was hiding behind hyunsuk with the others ) before around school, but they’ve never interacted ( unless junghwan complaining about him counted, but she doubts it ).

“who are you? what are you doing?” hyunsuk demanded while staring straight at her

the boys didn’t think they had any stalkers, much less one that looks this young…

“um… m…making soup?”

okay. they weren’t expecting that.

junkyu peeked out and looked at the pot on their stove before shifting his attention towards the cup and… medicine bottle?

“j…junghwan’s sick… he asked me t…to come o…over”

y/n actually can’t believe she stuttering right now, but jeez, junghwan’s leader is really intimidating — more than hers anyways.

“as if” he scoffed making her eyebrows furrow

“what’d you mean?”

“junghwan can’t talk to girls”

“i know… my member was friends with him…” she spoke slowly while hyunsuk narrowed his eyes

it’s on thing to say that they’re friends, but then saying that he was friends with her member first?

“you’re an idol?” jaehyuk asked making her nod

“i’m in ( group name )”

y/n watched as haruto tapped hyunsuk on the shoulder before showing him his phone that had her profile on it.

“you’re in a co-ed group” she nodded

“yeah. me and ( member name ) are the same age… we go to school with junghwan… they’re in the same class”

she played with the string of her earphones as the boys looked at each other. y/n glanced behind her before taking a deep breath and speaking up.

"um..." the five boys immediately snapped their heads towards her

"it's going to get cold, so..."

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y/n placed the bowl of soup on junghwan's beside table before placing a hand on his shoulder and carefully shook him awake.

he whined and pulled the blanket higher, making her sigh.

"come on, hwan, you need to take more medicine and eat something"

“hwan?” jaehyuk repeated in disbelief

junghwan let out a groan, but allowed y/n to push the blanket down and help him sit up as his members watched from behind — they truly couldn't believe what they were seeing.

not only did their precious youngest forget to tell them that he's friend with a girl, but they're this comfortable with each other!?

if hyunsuk felt like he was going to faint, he couldn't even imagine what the other members were feeling or might feel when he tells the others.

junkyu passed her the small medicine cup which caused a look of disgust to form on junghwan's face, but it was immediately wiped off as he started coughing. she used her free hand to quickly pat his back and the members actually gasped at seeing him lean into her.

"have your medicine hwan, it'll make you feel better" he nodded and took it from her hands

"he argued with me when i tried to make him take medicine earlier" junkyu huffed out

junghwan held out the now empty medicine cup as y/n passed him the cup of tea that jeongwoo had placed down beside his soup.

"thank you" he said weakly and she smiled softly

"it's alright. you do need to bit a though before you go back to sleep" he sighed but allowed her to take the cup away

the boys watched her scoop some of the soup before bringing it to her lips and… blowing it?

“i can’t believe this” haruto said as she held out the spoon to junghwan… who ate it?!

“i feel like i’m going to faint” hyunsuk stated as he moved to hold onto the wall

y/n rolled her eyes and feed junghwan some more as he let out a small laugh ( that thankfully didn’t turn into another coughing fit ) after swallowing.

“just ignore them” he said and placed his hand over hers

“it’s a bit hard when they’re right behind me” junghwan softly rubbed his thumb over her hand as reassurance while his members were quietly freaking out

y/n pursed her lips as she stared at junghwan who just smiled tiredly.

“okay!” the youngest let out a sigh as hyunsuk took the bowl of soup away from y/n

“it’s getting late, you should probably head home” he smiled at the girl who looked at an annoyed junghwan

“alright” she slowly stood up, eyes never leaving junghwan

“text me later?” junkyu choked at her words

‘i will” he promised making her nod

she then turned to the five boys who kept looking between them.

“it was nice meeting you’s”

y/n looked back at junghwan one last time before walking out of his room.

the boy sighed and glared at his members who took massive offence to his look.

“you’s are so embarrassing” he then pulled up his blanket and turned away from them

they couldn’t believe it.

“i can’t believe that we’re actually witnessing his rebellious stage”

it went quiet before haruto spoke up.

“you’s don’t think they’re more than friends, right?”

⋆.˚ Jeongwoo with a Breeding Kink ˚.⋆

Request

Genre: Smut MDNI 18+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Rough sex, Breeding kink, Creampie, Possessive, Dirty talk, Wrist pinning, Overstimulation Degradation, Praise kink

Your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, Jeongwoo already spreading your legs open like he’s been starving for this all day. His eyes are dark, jaw tight, and when he pushes inside you in one rough stroke, the breath rips out of your chest.

“Fuck—” his voice is low, wrecked. “This is where you belong. Wrapped around me. Taking me.”

His hips snap forward again, harder this time, the bedframe rattling. You claw at his shoulders, but he pins your wrists down by your head, mouth at your ear, every word sharp and filthy.

“You’re gonna take it,” he growls, pounding deep enough to make your thighs shake. “Every drop. I don’t care how messy it gets—you’re keeping it.”

You whimper, the sound only spurring him on. He drags almost all the way out before slamming back in, groaning at the squeeze of your walls. “God, you’re perfect. Made to be filled—my cock, my cum, all of it.”

“Jeongwoo—” your voice cracks, your body arching into him.

“Say it,” he bites out, his thumb finding your clit, ruthless circles driving you higher. “Say you’re gonna let me breed you.”

“I—I’ll take it,” you gasp, already spiraling. “Want you to fill me up.”

“That’s my girl.” His pace turns brutal, each thrust driving the air from your lungs. “Gonna fuck you until you’re dripping, until you can’t take anymore.”

The orgasm crashes over you, sharp and violent, and you cry out as your body clamps down on him. Jeongwoo snarls against your throat, slamming deep one last time before he spills inside, hot and heavy, holding himself there while he groans through clenched teeth.

“Stay open,” he orders, grinding in slow, punishing circles to push it deeper. “Feel that? That’s mine. All of it’s staying right here.”

You’re still shaking when he starts moving again, overstimulation sparking through every nerve. His mouth curls into a dark grin as your pleas turn to broken moans.

BITTER LIKE SOJU

Pairing: Childhood friend!Junghwan x original fem character!Eunseo.

Word count: 7,210, I got carried away lol sorry.

Warnings: childhood friends to lovers, idol!junghwan, virgin oc, virginity loss, junghwan is a gentleman, smut with plot, emotional sex, angst but with a happy ending, probably not realistic description of getting drunk and having sex for the first time, drunk sex, overstimulation, dubious consent, etc.

Author’s note: I’ve been sooo in love w Junghwannie since 2024 (the year i met him omg it’s been so long), yet, this is my first actually long fanfic for him (w actual smut and not only oral sex lol i’m not forgetting abt barely adults), and i’m still not sure if i love it lol. I put way too much effort on it though, so please appreciate it. Also, my requests are always open, however, it’s like really difficult for me to answer them so pls be patient ;( anyways, enjoy!

Eunseo remained sitting in the chair of her parents’ home, silent, with her arms crossed on her chest, tapping a finger on her elbow as only one thought occupied her mind: ‘how much longer should I wait here in order to not look mean’.

The remaining food was still lying on the table, barely warm because it had been hours since it was prepared, and the smell had already faded in the air while their parents’ conversation only seemed to grow more interesting.

And on the other side of the table, Junghwan sat silently, eating just a little bit more of the food before settling his chopsticks on the table, while Eunseo tried not to look at him at all.

It had been seven and a half years since they saw each other for the last time, seven and a half years without talking at all. None of them contacted the other through social media, they didn’t call the other despite having each other’s number, and even when they were in their parents’ home, none of them decided to meet. All this time she kept telling herself it was natural, she was busy, and of course he was too.

“Woah, this place still looks exactly the same,” commented Junghwan’s mom. Even though she and Eunseo’s parents, unlike their children, didn’t lose contact, they met less frequently than they used to.

The frames covered the walls, dozens of pictures of them throughout the years. They were smiling and holding each other’s hands with Lotte World as a background in one, with flushed cheeks and teary eyes in the other one because they were fighting, and standing against the wall with their arms lifted in another one because they were being scolded for running away from home to play on the playground.

Eunseo’s father’s camera saw them grow together from newborns to teenagers, and poetically, it suddenly stopped working after more than fourteen years of use, the day Junghwan was accepted for the newest kpop group of a big company.

“We didn’t really want to change anything at all, we still like the same things,” Eunseo’s father commented. “I thought growing older meant liking different things, but we’re still the same, just a little bit more wrinkled and with grey hair.” He explained with a contagious smile.

Junghwan’s mom smiled softly, nodding. “My house still looks the same too… I just wouldn’t want Hwannie to come back home one day and not recognize the place.” it sent a tiny ache right into Junghwan’s heart.

He was still young when he left her mother alone, and it was very hard for him, but he barely ever thought of how hard it must have been for his mother.

“It’s very comforting coming back to the same exact place I left years ago,” Junghwan spoke softly, watching his mother with adoring eyes.

“We’re so thankful that you were able to come to our home today! We’ve been planning this for months,” Eunseo nodded unconsciously at her mother’s words. The last few weeks since Junghwan told his mother he definitely would be there, had been filled with thousands of calls from her own parents, asking if she was going to go too, telling her she couldn’t change her mind, and warning her not to cancel last minute because of her job. “You weren’t able to come many times before.”

“Yeah, my job has me either always too busy or too tired… but as soon as I heard we were getting our first long vacation, I knew I would spend the whole two weeks here.” he explained.

“You’ve grown a lot, but you still look exactly the same—it’s like baby Hwannie but a meter and eighty centimeters tall,” Junghwan laughed at the Eunseo’s father’s words.

“Eunseo has grown a lot too, she’s a beautiful lady now,” his mother praised, to which Eunseo only smiled. “How have you been doing lately, honey?” she asked.

Eunseo doubted a little before opening her mouth to answer, “Great,” just to be interrupted by her mother.

“Not as great as Junghwan though,” it wasn’t just her cold voice, nor the words themselves, but the meaning behind them. Every mother wants their child to be better, despite saying they are enough, and there is a moment in every child’s life in which they get to know that. These last months have been about that for Eunseo and her mother. “You must be so proud of your son, you must tell everyone about his job, don’t you?” The sudden change of topic felt a little weird to Junghwan’s mother. However, she didn’t notice Eunseo’s eyes looking down, her jaw clenching along with her fists, that tiny sigh that she always did when she was fighting the urge to say something, anything. But Junghwan did.

The conversation kept getting frustrating for Eunseo, everything was Junghwan and his career. Even when his mother tried to ask something about her daughter, it didn’t seem to be interesting for her, and her father would only laugh uncomfortably. It’s been the same for the last few years, and she should have probably gotten used to it, but how? When it’s everything her mother talks about lately.

She faked a loud yawn after a while, catching the parents’ attention. “Sorry, I’m a little bit tired, I think I should go back to my apartment, I’ll see you later,” without wasting a second, she left her parents' home.

Her feet landed heavily on the wet ground, quickly, one after the other, as the anger kept her guts warm despite the cold in the streets due to rain that covered the city just minutes before.

And then she felt it, someone walking right behind her. She tried not to pay too much attention to the stranger, but as she kept walking, it became unbearable to feel uncomfortable, so she rushed her steps a little, just to feel them rushing too. Before she could even turn around to see them, she heard his voice.

“Seo,” he called her while walking the last steps towards her. She turned around.

“Fuck, Hwan, you scared me.”

“Yeah, I could tell,” he laughed shortly.

“You could have said something, like ‘Eunseo wait’ or anything,”

“Sorry,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t know how’d you react,” she looked at him for a second, confused. “You seem a little… mad.”

She looked down at first, nodding subtly, looking at him back after. “I’m sorry” he shook his head silently. “I’m not mad, not at you, at least… it’s just… a little weird. Seeing you after so much time, it’s weird.” She explained. “I-I will stop by a convenience store by my building, if you’d like to go too,” she offered, and before he could say anything, she covered her mouth. “Oh shit, someone could recognize you, right?”

He laughed, shaking his head, his feet began to move again, and she followed. “No, it’s not like that,” he started. “I’m not that famous”

“But I’ve seen videos, people follow you and the rest of your group with cameras,” she said as they turned the last corner before reaching the convenience store. He looked at her, which made her realize immediately what she just said. “My-my mom showed me,”

He giggled shortly. “Most of those videos are for announced events, like the airport schedule… It's actually very different on a daily basis. People rarely recognize me, and most of the time, people think I’m an actor or an idol only because I’m tall. " He opened the door for her, and she entered, barely noticing his gesture. It was his common behavior as kids.

They walked through the aisles slowly, grabbing some products as they kept walking, until they stood right in front of the fridges where the alcohol was kept. There was soju with dozens of different flavours, beer, and even whiskey and tequila, not that they knew a lot about it.

Their eyes brightened as they looked at each other with a knowing smile. They were twelve when they agreed to get drunk together for the first time once they both turned nineteen, which actually happened almost three years ago though. Junghwan drank alcohol for the first time in the dorm, the night of his nineteenth birthday, right after his members gave him his birthday presents. Eunseo did it in one of the dinners with her coworkers, when everyone convinced her of doing it and she fell for the pressure. Their experiences were very different, however, they shared the bitter taste—it didn’t taste like the grape juice they drank like it was wine when they were younger, and they couldn’t help but think about the other because of that broken promise.

Minutes after leaving the store, Eunseo struggled to open the door of her apartment as Junghwan carried all the bags with his big hands. “Come inside,” she invited, and he entered behind her. “And sorry about the mess,” he left the bags on the small coffee table in the living room. “I didn’t expect to have a guy over tonight-“ she tried to cut herself after realizing the possible meaning of her words, then she laughed awkwardly. Junghwan giggled, sitting on the floor beside the table. “That sounded really bad, didn’t it?” He nodded.

She took two tiny glasses from her counter, and brought them towards the living room, putting them on the table before sitting right beside him.

“Alright, so where should we start then?” She asked, smoothing the fabric of her short, flowy white dress.

“Makgeolli? Is the one with the lowest alcohol” she nodded, and he took the bottle out of the bag, opening it immediately. He laughed when she put the tiny glass in front of it, waiting for him to pour it. “Isn’t this supposed to be served in a makgeolli sabal?”

Eunseo remembered then how her coworkers used to drink it in their afterwork meetings in the restaurant, however, “well, this is all we have.”

He poured the white liquid in both of the cups, and they looked at each other while holding the cup in their hands. After a tiny nod from him, they both drank from it, feeling like this was the first time they tasted alcohol. They would have liked to believe it was.

It tasted a little bit sweet, it reminded her of the puffed rice cakes snacks they used to eat when they were younger, but deep on it, they could still taste the sourness of the fermentation. They shared a laugh.

“Woah, this still feels illegal,” she commented, and he nodded. Maybe they were thinking of their younger versions at that moment. “How does it feel? You know, living with a lot of strangers out of nowhere, after being an only child your whole life” she asked after drinking the second serving of makgeolli.

“It was weird at the beginning,” he nodded, analyzing his words. “But it’s impossible not to get used to it. My teammates are nice, I could even consider them as my brothers.” He answered, serving for the third time. He laughed then. “I get why they use the makgeolli sabal, we’ll never see the bottom of this bottle.”

“Should we start with the soju after this? You know, since these are soju cups” he nodded, drinking the liquid in a single gulp because of the expectation of it, the real thing.

The white residue was washed by the transparent liquid, making them laugh softly because that’s probably not how it should be done.

She drank first, scrunching her face at the feeling. It tasted strongly like perfume, grape perfume, or pure alcohol, and it made her tongue ache just a little. Then, she felt the burn in her chest and stomach, short, warm, nothing worrying. Yeah, she forgot about how strong it was.

He copied her right after, still laughing at her reaction.

“It’s pretty,” he commented, the glasses sat filled on the table while they saw them as if it scared them to take the second serving. She looked at him expectingly. “Your apartment, you have really good taste… you just have never seemed like the kind of person who liked living alone” the silence after that felt heavy.

She didn’t want to say it, but, “well, I grew up… and changed,” her voice sounded low, and while she looked at nothing for a second, he looked at her, nostalgic. Unlike her father, she wanted to believe it was just how it works—you are not the same person you were when you were young. “And thanks… the furniture comes with the rent though.” They laughed.

The second gulp wasn’t easier than the first one, but it definitely made her realize why people like drinking so much. She felt softer, lighter, and the anger was completely forgotten.

“Hold on, I’m not the one who is supposed to serve our cups? Because I’m younger?” She asked as she saw him serving once more.

He giggles softly, his cheeks turning pinker every second. “I think it only applies when you’re years apart, but I’m only a month older”

“How’s adult life going for you?” He asked after drinking, the white residue had already disappeared in both of the glasses.

She nodded, a serious look on her face. “Good… I mean… I don’t have a strict work schedule, I have a monthly salary, and my work doesn’t consume me a lot actually,” she explained, trying to say the right words, even when her tongue tangled before saying every word. “What about you?”

“I mean, decently? I guess? I practice a lot, and it’s really tiring, but after every comeback, we rest a little, and I can’t complain a lot about my salary,” he stopped himself, he didn’t want to drag the conversation to himself. “Is this making anything to you? I feel like it’s just water with freshener taste.” He laughed.

“Are you kidding? It’s getting hard for me to even form a proper thought… are you saying that to look tough?”

“I’m not, I swear! I think this cup is just way too tiny for my height and weight.”

A mischievous smile escaped her lips as an idea settled in her mind. She took the bottle, and shifted her body into a more comfortable position. “Open your mouth,” she ordered, and he giggled knowingly, but obliged as she pushed his head by the forehead, until the back of his head lied against her couch.

She positioned the bottle right before his open mouth, pouring the liquid directly into his mouth slowly. He giggled while trying not to drown on it, but Eunseo’s eyes showed something more than fun.

He looked so good under her, his skin was fair, his hair was really soft, his jaw was sharp, and his shoulder under her hand felt not only broad, but also muscular. She couldn’t help wondering when he started to look like this—and it hurt deep down because she didn’t want to see him again in a while, and realize again that he’s changed even more.

He took the now empty bottle away from her hand and put it on the table, wiping away with the back of his hand the drops that tickled from the corner of his lips, but god, the glow of the moonlight escaping from her window made him look so good.

He laughed, looking at her. “What? Are you already that drunk? I’m the one who emptied the bottle directly,” She shook her head, trying to regain her composure. “Wait, let’s try the other flavors” he announced, taking two bottles out of the bag. Grape soju felt like the regular option, but peach soju and strawberry soju were tempting when they were in the store. They bought the three.

After taking the cap off the bottle, he put it right in front of her, and then took his, gulping on it for the first time, scrunching his face a little, gasping after swallowing.

That encouraged her a little, so she copied him, regretting instantly again—maybe due to the light head, but she forgot to take her time again with the first gulp of it. He laughed softly.

“Is it good?” He asked.

“It doesn’t taste like strawberry… I mean… barely? What about yours?”

“I don’t know if it tastes like anything else other than alcohol,” he laughs. “Wanna try?” She nodded, expecting him to offer her the whole bottle. Instead, he titled it a little.

She followed his implicit instruction, tilting her head against the couch after approaching just a little bit more to his body, their legs brushing against each other’s, the heat from his body radiating to hers. He stretched his right arm on top of the couch, making room for his body to approach hers even more. Then he let the liquid pour into her mouth slowly. Just a little, but he understood her in that moment, the way she looked at him dazed before, because it was mesmerizing. He put the bottle on the table, and took hers.

“Can I?” She nodded, despite knowing he had already taken it, too high to actually think about the timings. He drank a big gulp from it, under the lost eyes of her long time friend. “Oh, it doesn’t taste like strawberry at all” he laughed.

Mirroring her position after his smile faded, he admired her back. The thing is, even if it didn't look like it to her, it had already affected him.

The silence felt heavy, the apartment was dark, the moonlight entering through the curtains only added to the intimate atmosphere.

“I dropped out of college,” she said out of nowhere. “It was horribly hard, I didn’t understand a thing, and I felt so lost… so lonely,” she laughed bitterly. “My mom hasn’t forgiven me, and she complains a lot because of my job—I’m the assistant of the manager of an unknown group under a very small company… Runa, you know them? Probably not,” she laughed again. “He calls me whenever he wants to, I don’t even have a schedule. My coworkers are a little too extroverted for my current self,” he remembered how outgoing she used to be, and wondered how long it could have taken her to completely change that. “And my salary is just enough to pay my bills.” He heard her silently, and after a while, he put a hand on her leg, above the dress, in a comforting way. “And she thinks I’ll die alone because I have never introduced her to a boyfriend…” the weight of his hand on his leg grew slightly. “And I did have a boyfriend, I just didn’t introduce them because we lasted almost two months and we barely kissed once or twice.” A single tear rolled down her left eye, disappearing in the fabric of the couch, not because it hurt, but because taking that pressure out of her chest felt freeing. “And I know this isn’t how I would feel, but watching you succeed makes me really mad”

He repositioned himself, his body facing her now. “It feels good… doing what you like, but… it’s never enough,” he started speaking softly, with a deep voice though, and their faces were so close, she could feel his breath fanning on her lashes. “I can’t help it, watching the numbers of our latest content and thinking it’s not doing just not doing as good as older content did. And it doesn’t matter how much more we train, the numbers will never grow as big as that one comeback years ago.” Even while showing his struggling side, he didn’t seem anything close to her, he seemed like he knew what he was talking about, like an expert in life. She remembered then how they used to admire one of their neighbors when they were young, because she was older, she lived on her own, she had a real work. And that was what Junghwan had become, successfull. “You become addicted to the adrenaline of the numbers, the adrenaline of people following you in the airports, the adrenaline of performing on stage—but you want more, every time more because, after a while, it’s just not enough.” His thumb started caressing her leg softly, carefully, unconsciously. “At some point, there is no point in between—when you look for your name online, you only expect either hate comments, or… nothing… there is nothing worse than finding nothing more than old posts from a time you were actually famous.” He sighed, and then he laughed. “I didn’t even enter college and I don’t think I will,” she laughed at the change of vibe. “And I also had only one girlfriend, but didn’t introduce her to my mother because if I would have, half the city would have known.” He laughed softly, but she didn’t. She didn’t even know if she had the right to feel like that, but she couldn’t help it, it hurt.

“Did you kiss her?” Her voice sounded somehow stable, despite it not being before. The air shifted again, turning a little bit more serious.

He nodded. “Yeah…” There are times in the life of a man in which admitting his lack of sexual experience is hard and shameful—that moment was the complete opposite of that.

The silence after that was long, heavy, but it meant a lot. They didn’t break eye contact at all, and perhaps she was just way too drunk, but she could have sworn he didn’t blink once. It felt warm and agonizingly slow, making her desperate, but after a while fighting her urge to move, she finally landed her right hand on his shoulder, their bodies closer than ever.

He looked back at her, not confused, he knew exactly what was that about, expecting instead, wondering how far she would let herself reach. But when he expected it the least, he felt her lips brush softly against his, shortly, just enough for him to get the clue—she was opening her doors for him.

It took him longer than he would have wanted to before his hand slid behind her soft hair, taking the back of her neck dominantly and pulling her for another kiss, a much needier one, messier. His lips moved against hers desperately, their tongues danced together, and in his mouth, she could feel the taste of the peach soju, sweet, very sweet, and her mind was empty.

His right hand lifted from her leg to her waist, lifting the dress just a little. The heat of the alcohol increased as the kiss grew eager, their mouths barely separating at times just to breathe a little, just to go for another one.

He started to leave tiny kisses on the corner of her lips now, her cheeks, her forehead, her collarbones, the thin strap of her dress and shoulder, she could only sigh and gasp softly, tilting her head against the couch again, it felt so good, yet, not enough.

His hand left the back of her neck, taking her waist with both of his hands now, and kissed her lips again just once more before lifting her body easily, sitting her on the edge of the couch. He shifted to his knees while her hands held his neck, pulling him for another kiss. His hands rested on her legs softly, lowering slowly until the heat of his skin met the skin of her knees. There, his hands began to move, piling up the soft fabric higher every second, uncovering her legs, which made her sigh against his lips softly, needy. And a gasp left her lips when she felt his fingertips finding the fabric of her underwear, and he almost froze at that, but she kissed him one more time, reassuringly.

That’s when his fingers took the hem of her panties, lowering down agonizingly slowly, almost as if he was too fearful to scare her away. Their eyes were connected, their skins touching, the heat of their bodies colliding—it felt intimate, not only physically, but emotionally.

He left a tiny kiss on her knee, her skin burned under his lips. Then he left another kiss a little bit higher, another one, and another one—his lips pressed longer in the inside of her thigh, his eyes closed at the feeling, his heart beating strongly, expectant, almost as if he was the one who had her so close to where he needed her the most, and in some way, it was probably just like that.

She lost sight of him when he got lost in between her legs, her flowy dress covering him, paired with the feeling of his tongue drawing a slow, hot and long trace along her folds, dangerously slow. She let out an airy gasp, covering her mouth right after.

But staying silent became impossible when she felt it, his strong hands holding her legs apart, his lips closing over her clitoris, sucking every once in a while, his tongue licking all her juices incessantly. She threw her head against the back of the couch when his left hand lifted her thigh, opening her legs wider, making his tongue reach even deeper. It was almost unbearable, the soft gasps growing every second higher against her own will, her abdomen tensing, her legs trembling uncontrollably—it took embarrassingly shorter than she would have imagined, the tight knot inside of her breaking free with a high-pitched moan, her eyes closing shut, and her legs weakly trying to fight his hands keeping her open because his tongue kept moving even after her first orgasm, the oversensitivity made her tremble even more.

“Junghwan,” she moaned, her voice sounded so desperate, her hands flew to his hair, trying to pull him away.

The sound of her voice, soft, tired, so hot, it was all it took for him to leave one last kiss in her clit before his hand pulled her again for another kiss, a messy one.

In her right mind, she would have pushed him away because she would have thought it was nasty, tasting herself even if it was on his lips, but she was too light headed in that moment, too high to even realize.

“I missed you,” he said in between kisses, his voice sounded soft, blurred, almost as if it was just a memory, but she felt him under her hands, his skin radiating heat through the fabric of his white shirt.

“I missed you,” she repeated, not just because she did, but because she liked how it sounded in his lips, she liked how it felt coming out of her own too. Her hands moved down, playing with the hem of his shirt.

He understood immediately exactly what she wanted, lifting his arms, allowing her to lift the garment easily. His kisses lowered to the back and side of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, her clavicle, his hands surrounding her, holding her waist tightly, all while she could only caress his shoulder and back softly.

She took the back of his neck, drawing him towards her lips again. He sat on the couch beside her for a more comfortable position, his hands still on her waist as she kissed him now, feverishly, her hands lowering slowly from his shoulders to his pectorals, and his abdomen—it felt hard under her touch, the muscles she wasn’t ready to touch in real life, but served so deliciously just for her.

His hands took her hips, pulling her onto his lap easily, their lips barely separating before pressing together once again. His hands took the flowy fabric, lifting it over her head, taking it off and then throwing it away. She felt for the first time his hands in the bare skin of her back, finding the back of her white bralette and unclasping it with ease, throwing it on top of the dress then.

He parted from her lips just a little, his eyes gazing down at her body, and she almost couldn’t help the urge to cover herself with her hands, but his eyes lift to hers again, glossy, his lips swollen and red, his cheeks flushed from the fever and the alcohol forgotten on the table. She thought she probably looked the same.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, and even though his deep voice barely sounded, she heard him loudly, firmly. Her legs spasmed at the compliment. “You’re so so so pretty, I can’t wait anymore,” their faces were so close they could feel the other’s breath, their bare chests kept colliding as they heaved heavily, gasping for air, his forehead sweating lightly, providing him a glow that made him look so unreal. She thought she couldn’t wait anymore either. He placed his hand under her hair, in the back of her neck, softly, his eyes admiring her so deeply, she never felt so seen before, no one else had ever looked at her like he did. “Been waiting for so long, I don’t want to be far away from you again.”

He kissed her again, softly this time, like it would erase all the fever from before, like it was the first kiss, and it probably would have made more sense. But none of them carred, because they wanted more, they wanted all.

She twitched in his lap, his words, his touch, his voice, his skin—she was going crazy at the mere thought of having him right there, so close to where she needed him, but still almost fully clothed. The fabric of his jeans felt rough against her slit, taking her moan in his lips, but she didn’t stop moving, not after his hand placed in her hip, guiding her movement, slow, soft, rhythmic. He broke the kiss shortly, just to look at her, holding his shoulder for support, eyes shut closed, and moving her hips instinctively. His hand on her moved a little, his thumb stopped caressing her side, lowering to her clit instead, making her jump in surprise.

She began moving frantically under his attentive gaze, biting on her lower lip strongly, her hands lowering to his chest again. She was feeling him under his jeans, his bulge, hard, warm, big, making her even more wet, more excited, moving faster. She tried to stop when she felt it again, her abdomen tensing tight, like her own muscles didn’t want her to keep going, but his thumb kept stimulating her knot of nerves strongly, faster than before. She tried to stop him, taking his arm, but it was already too late because just seconds after, she felt the second orgasm hit her, stronger than the last one.

Her body went stiff for a second, but almost fell backwards as her muscles grew weaker. He held her, placing his hands on her back. He caressed her softly, his hand lifting to her face, brushing away the strands of hair sticking to her forehead due to the sweat.

“Are you okay?” He asked. It took her a little too long to answer with a nod. He smiled, leaving a kiss on her cheek. “You sure?” She shook her head, her eyes closed softly, eyebrows knitted. He looked at her worried.

“I want more,” she whispered. He breathed again, and then felt her hands lowering through his abdomen, finding the waist of his jeans. She just opened her eyes after touching the fabric. He let her unbutton his jeans, lower the zipper, and then his boxers, just a little, just enough to give her the access she needed to find him.

He sighed when her hand took him out of his garments, his member was completely erect, hard, hot, the tip almost completely red, and a single drop of precum had gotten it slightly wet. She saw it, her hand felt suddenly weak when she analyzed it. It was the first one she saw in real life, and it was intimidatingly big, heavy on her palm, so thick her hand couldn’t wrap it.

He saw the fear in her eyes, the hesitation in her hands, the way she looked lost because her mind was filled with thoughts and completely empty at the same time. He didn’t know if she was that easy to read, or if he just knew her too well. His hand still in her cheek caressed her skin, making her look at him again.

“Just sit on top of it,” he said after a kiss on her lips. She repositioned herself on top of him, sitting right on top of him, making her gasp at the heat and slickness of their sexes meeting for the first time. He breathed heavily, trying not to show how affected he was by the contact because he knew she needed to feel like she could cling to something stable. “And move slowly, let it slide between your folds.” He bit his lower lip when he felt her doing exactly as he instructed right away. His hands took her hips again, but he wasn’t applying any pressure, not moving her or squeezing her, just resting there. “Keep doing it until you feel ready to take me.” She nodded, wondering if she had told him she was a virgin before, it probably had slipped from her lips due to the alcohol. He was treating her just like he knew. However, she couldn’t pay too much attention to it as she felt it, her abdomen beginning to tense once again.

One of her hands lowered to his lap, taking his member again, aligning it with her entrance nervously. She looked at him hesitant, but his eyes had just the comfort she needed. She lowered just a little, feeling the stretch immediately, but it didn’t hurt, it just felt weird, foreign. She breathed, preparing herself to lower a little more. That’s when she felt it, the burn in her skin, similar to the burning sensation of stretching her fingers far past their limit, but ten times worse, and the ache in the bones of the hips, like her bones were trying to reposition inside of her.

Her face scrunched up tightly, her eyes closed shut, biting her lower lip tightly, as if the pressure from her teeth on her lip could distract from the sharp ache between her thighs. “Ah~ it-it hurts,” it slipped from her lips, and he nodded, leaving chaste kisses on her lips, softly. His hand on her hip caressed her skin softly, as if trying to comfort her.

“I know, Seo,” she called her name softly in between kisses. “It’s okay, take your time, there’s no need to rush,” he voiced, although his own hips were dying to move, it felt like a torture to not be able to move, however, it didn’t matter because he never wanted to be as comforting and gentle with anyone before.

She kept lowering slowly, regretting right after because she thought it would have probably hurt less if she just sat all the way down in one single stroke. But he was fully inside of her now, and that was all that mattered.

She let herself fall into his shoulder, their chests met once again, his hands holding her, one in her lower half drawing lines with her fingertips, and the other one in her lower back, just resting there in a comforting way.

“Are you okay?” She nodded in his shoulder. “Does it hurt?” She shook her head, not because it didn’t hurt, but because she didn’t know it still did. She moved her hips slowly, wincing from the pain, but forcing herself because as she kept moving, it started to feel easier, and the sighs coming from his mouth were what she needed.

He separated her body from his just a little, kissing her tears away softly.

Then, as time kept passing, the sensation changed—it didn’t stop burning, but it did start to feel pleasant, covering the ache and discomfort. “Lift yourself just a little,” he instructed, and she hesitated, biting her lip. “It’s okay, it’ll feel good, I swear,” she obliged slowly. “And now lower yourself,”

“Ah~!” She couldn’t help the high moan that left her lips when she did it, his pelvis hit just against hers, a little bit stronger than she intended, his skin kissed her clit, making her jump.

“See?” He asked, but she didn’t hear him anymore as she started jumping on him, incessantly, unskillfully, instinctively, just chasing what she wanted, that sensation of pleasure again.

Her jumps began to falter as time kept passing, not because it was enough for her, but because she was growing tired, her legs trembling with a burning sensation, weak, exhausted. She let her head fall to his shoulder again. “Hwan, ‘m tired,” she whispered out of breath.

“Let me help you, Seo,” he responded, leaving a kiss in her shoulder before taking her thighs with his hands, lifting her body a little, just enough to begin thrusting into her, strongly, with an agonizingly fast pace, making her cry out in his shoulder, however, he was still trying to be gentle.

She came again, squeezing his neck strongly, her whole body tensing suddenly, and he hugged her, slowing down a little, helping her ride it softly, but the oversensitivity made her tremble. They held onto each other for a while, trying to regulate their heavy breaths, silently. Then he stood up, throwing her softly on her back on the couch. She fell there, bouncing as her hair spread in her face and shoulders messily.

“Are you good?” He asked, she nodded letting out a ‘mhm’ softly. His hand took the back of her left knee, while climbing on top of her body, his hands supporting his weight on each side of her head while her leg wrapped around his waist. He entered again, making her wince at the overwhelming sensation, it was too much, way too much, but she liked that feeling, she thought of passing out in his hands, and she got impossibly wetter at that.

He began thrusting again, stronger than before, like he wasn’t scared of breaking her anymore. His pelvis crashed against hers over and over again, the sound of skin against skin was loud, so were their heavy sighs, and he kept kissing her on the lips, cheeks, forehead, incessantly. She felt him reaching deeper than before, her hand lowered to her abdomen, she felt him there, pressing against her abdomen from the inside. It caught his attention too, and he placed his hand over hers, caressing it. His thrust felt controlled now, hard, brutal, feeling him reach the deepest part of her, while all she could do was moan.

He took her other leg, wrapping it around his waist too, reaching even deeper. She screamed loudly when she felt him hit inside of her, her cervix, strongly. Her hands flew towards his shoulders, hugging him tightly. His thrusts grew stronger, rawer, his moans were loud too, and none of them could form an actual thought, too lost in the sensation of it. He let go when he felt her tense around him even more, thrusting a few more times, gently now, all while they were coming together.

He collapsed beside her when he finished emptying inside of her, their chests heaving heavily, the couch barely big enough to hold them together. He caressed her hipbone softly, watching it spasm uncontrollably.

She fell asleep at that, then he followed her.

The next morning, they woke up with the sunlight trickling through the window. Her head hurt from the brightness, she was surrounded in his arms tightly, his cheek resting on her shoulders, their bodies were sticky, the both of them still sweaty and naked.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, softly, his voice sounded muffled.

She nodded hesitantly. The weight of everything falling into her shoulders in that moment—how should they act now? After all of the limits and lines have been crossed? “Fine,” she answered.

And what were they now? Did their relationship change? Did he like her? Was it a one night-stand? Something they did because they were drunk? Would they just forget about everything once his vacations were over?

“I missed you so much.” He said, his words, his tone, his warmth.

“Missed you too.”

Eunseo knew she did, she had been feeling his absence a little more than she expected—she still remembered the day he left. She thought she supported him all the time she saw him training until late in the night when they were younger, she thought she would be happy for him the moment he was set to debut, however, the day the news came to her… she selfishly hoped he wouldn’t actually make it, because his success meant losing him.

Junghwan noticed the sparkle leave her eyes the moment her mother brought the news to Eunseo’s house. Everybody cheered for him, they told him they always knew what he was capable of, and he faked a smile, because deep down, he felt it too—all the effort he put into becoming an idol, the nights he stood until late to train harder… none of that mattered because even after his position in his group was confirmed, all he wanted to do was stay with her.

He was young back on that day, and he didn’t dare try to contact her again—he felt guilty for leaving her behind, and as time kept passing by, the guilt became worse, making it even more difficult to contact her. Coming to his mother’s house felt agonizing because it only meant he would have her so close, but so impossible to approach. Until she moved away from her parents' house; then it seemed to get even worse. She wasn't there anymore, and he couldn't even coincidentally watch her from afar.

She didn’t call either, and didn't try to contact him because he didn’t. She thought trying to look out for him might feel invasive to him—his mother told her he missed her, many times, but she decided not to believe it. He was there after all, on her television every night, living his dream, dancing along with hundreds of girls and boys with just as much success as him. Why would he want to keep in contact with her? A college dropout? The assistant of the manager of an unknown kpop group?

He didn’t even doubt going to the dinner her parents were inviting him to go to, because this time, unlike many others, they said she was going to be there too. He thought he was ready to see her, but the moment he saw her walking towards her parents’ apartment in that flowy dress, he thought he wouldn’t stand the distance anymore.

The white flowy dress she bought especially for that day, and although she would never admit it out loud, the dress she bought for him.

The unresolved tension had faded away, they did what they wanted, and even in that moment, they were holding each other so close, skin to skin.

Then, why couldn’t she stop overthinking?

“I don’t want to disappear again…” he whispered, his words warming her heart, just like those were the exact words she needed. “I don’t wanna see you after a while and realize that you’re building a life without me again…” her eyes grew glossier, the tip of her nose burned. “Let me be a part of you from now on.” His hands took her face softly, his thumbs cleaning her tears away. She nodded softly, hugging him again.

“I missed you too,” she answered, her voice sounding so broken, but it was all they both wanted to hear.