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“Like, right now?” You were just in the middle of cleaning up your desk with your antibacterial wipes and all the rest of the mess that had piled up from the start of the week - some uncleaned dishes, empty ramen cups, all of your clothes that were thrown on your chair, the small bin that was pretty full by now. You’d managed to neglect tidying and doing the house chores right up until the weekend when you really couldn’t ignore it for any longer.

“You’re being in my youtube video.” Beomgyu states matter-of-factly over the phone. You can hear his footsteps, the sounds of cars and the outside winds from his end, which means he quite literally was coming over to yours right this moment.

You tiredly sigh, pulling out another wipe from the packet with aggression, your phone on speaker. “Why do I need to be in it?”

“Your building’s the haunted one right?”

“Supposedly.”

“Thennnn it’s perfect! I’ll be there in ten.” He hangs up.

You close your eyes briefly and shake your head, one hand on your hip, then, opening your eyes to survey your half cleaned room. Dealing with beomgyu, however, was an even greater effort than cleaning your entire messy student accom times ten.

He’s not exactly your best friend. That title belongs to taehyun. Taehyun is unfortunately both of your best friends which is how you met beomgyu. And even more unfortunately, taehyun is traitorously abroad for the semester at the moment, so now beomgyu has redirected his full energy and badgering onto you, because ‘you’re the next best thing’ apparently, beomgyu’s words.

You won’t lie, you were apprehensive of beomgyu at first, didnt quite like him. Taehyun was your childhood best friend. It was only ever you and him from the beginning. Taehyun has always just got you. He thought in the same way as you, a mutual understanding ever since you were four, when everyone else on the playground was wailing over the smallest of things like getting their knee a little scraped and missing their mothers after forty minutes of being in school, both of you unimpressed by the dramatics of the other four year olds, and you’ve been stuck together like gorilla glue ever since. He’s been with you from primary school, the same secondary school, all the way up until you were applying to university together. You’d ended up naturally picking the same one, the same subject, both of you inevitably stem based people.

You’d falsely assumed it would simply be just the two of you once more, navigating adulthood together. But, when you started university, he suddenly got super close to this one dude named Choi beomgyu. To be honest, you had hated his guts. Whenever taehyun talked about him, mentioned him in passing, you gained an overwhelming amount of ugly jealousy at hearing his name.

“Oh, beomgyu this, oh, beomgyu that.”

“Oh, I can’t, I already made plans with beomgyu.”

“Oh, beomgyu says blah, blah, blah.

“Oh, I’m too busy making out with beomgyu that day.”

Alright, he didn’t exactly say that last part, but he may as well have. It was like he was in love with him or some shit. They even had their own inside jokes that you weren’t a part of already.

Now, you’re a pretty good people reader, priding yourself in being a good judge of character. You like to think you can mostly already tell whether you’ll like someone’s vibe and whether they were cool and nice and genuine from first meeting them. In your head, you’d already made up in your mind that this choi beomgyu guy was some slimy bitch trying to steal your close friend away from you. You just thought taehyun had terrible perception and couldn’t see how much of a snake this beomgyu guy really was. So, you were already adamant that once you met him, it’d only validate all the feelings you had towards him and then, you could tell taehyun he was evil and not to be trusted and taehyun would realise you were right and stop being friends with him. Balance restored.

Because, well, you were terrified. Terrified that you could lose the sole person who had always been there and understood you without translation, afraid of having to go through the rest of this scary adult life with that being taken away. This had never happened before. Beomgyu threatened all of that for you.

And then, you finally actually met beomgyu on the campus cafe one day. And you do admit, it was hard not to like him even when you absolutely didn’t want to at all. He wasn’t slimy or snakey or fake. He was alas, very likeable. Annoyingly, infuriatingly so. Warm and friendly and all unadulterated smiles.

He was genuinely delighted to meet you, like you were some kind of micro celebrity. “So you’re the famous childhood friend. Taehyun talks about you all the time. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Beomgyu's eyes were shining.

You soon realised it was all one sided, all the territorial resentment was of your own invention, that he wasn’t trying to steal your best friend away from you, that taehyun wouldn’t replace you, and that you were being totally, completely childish. Beomgyu always greeted you kindly if he ever saw you on campus alone, he went out of his way to become friends with you too, whenever it was the three of you, he made sure to never exclude you, having this habit of always checking your expression mid conversation to see what you were thinking, and he remembered the smallest things you mentioned only once in passing. He soon wormed his way into your life too. You got it. You guess you liked this choi beomgyu guy as well now.

You concluded it wasn’t the case of taehyun being taken away from you, but that there was now one more person who loved taehyun unconditionally just as much as you did. And you definitely wouldn’t hate that person, because taehyun deserves an abundance of love. ‘Sharing is caring’ or whatever shit they say. In short, you got over it. You embraced choi beomgyu in your life too. But there’s still a limit to just how much choi beomgyu doses you can take in one go.

There’s loud banging on your door nine minutes later.

You open it and unsurprisingly, it’s beomgyu, a little breathless from the flight of stairs he had to go up, hair windswept and cheeks and nose slightly tinted pink from the cold, but he's clearly very excited. He breezes past you and throws his dirty backpack onto your desk, which you had just sanitised, and immediately starts pulling objects out of it, a tripod, a small camera, a ring light. Then, he pulls something else out of his bag with dramatic flair, some kind of obnoxious, glittery, pink box, holding it up proudly in front of you.

“Ouija board.” Beomgyu grins, breathing still heavy, wiggling his eyebrows.

Your gaze travels from the box to his face and back again. “And where’d you get that from?”

“I was at that shop on Croft Street.” He’s entirely pleased with himself.

You furrow your brows, trying to place what he’s talking about in your head, and then you nod. “Ohh,” you think you can picture it now, “the vintage antique place?”

Beomgyu hesitates for the tiniest second, rubbing at the back of his neck, gaze flicking away just briefly. “Erm, no. The one next to it.”

“There’s only the…-Wait, the sex shop??” Your voice jumps an octave. “What? I thought it closed down.”

Beomgyu shrugs, trying to maintain his facade of confidence. “Well anyway, the lady, she gave it to me free with my purchase! Isn’t that so nice?”

“You bought something from there?”

He tilts his chin up in defence and puffs out his chest, expression shifting into a look of totally exaggerated dignity and defensiveness. “I can if I want to. I’m an adult. None of your business.”

Alright, fair. You shrug. “Why the hell would they be giving out ouija boards though? And why would you take it?”

“Beats me. But what’s free is free! Look how cool it looks!” He shoves it more into your face, beaming, waiting for you to agree too.

To be honest, nothing beomgyu does can surprise you that much anymore.

You let out the biggest, melancholic sigh. “I miss taehyun.”

“So do I. At least he’d be giving me way better reactions than you are right now.” Beomgyu points a brow at you, disappointed with your lack of enthusiasm, but then his grin creeps back. “Anyway, this is going to be such a good video for my channel.”

Yes, his channel. A new interest of beomgyu’s, his most recent endeavour. He was now an aspiring youtuber. He'd already gained ten thousand subscribers actually, which he mentions a lot, but it was pretty impressive. People thought he was handsome, apparently, he also mentions that a lot. His goal though has been to get more followers and take the crown of the campus youtuber which currently resided to some other choi. Yeonjun, is his name you think.

Truthfully, beomgyu is pretty good at making entertaining content, you've watched a few (all of them. You wouldn't tell him that though.) he was naturally so very hilarious and quick witted, you wondered how he managed to come up with such funny things to say at the right moment unscripted.

“What’s that gonna be?” You already had an inkling, you just wanted to hear it from his dumb mouth.

He’s pulling out his camera, setting it on the tripod and adjusting its height. “I’m holding a seance in your room. Okay the title,” he turns around to you, continuing excitedly with his hands in the air like he was presenting the headline right there. “We Contacted a Real Ghost in the Most HAUNTED Uni Accommodation Building. NOT clickbait. What d’you think?”

“It’s not actually haunted.” You snort.

“Didn’t some guy die like, years ago?” Beomgyu counters, “some fratboy going up the stairs drunk, slipped, and fell all the way down. Dead. That’s why everyone’s always scared to take the stairs after a night out.”

That is how the story goes. You’re pretty sure it’s fake. An urban legend recycled every year by the first years to scare each other. There’s no real news or evidence for it. “Yeah, but those are just rumours though.”

“Well, we’ll find out for sure today.” Beomgyu declares. “Now, do you have any candles?”

Both of you now sit cross-legged on your carpet floor with a circle of all the candles you own, the strong scents of all of them, mixing together and making your room have a strange amalgamation of smells that doesn’t really go well, the glittery pink ouija board placed in the middle of it and your room dimly lit, lights off, curtains drawn too for the aesthetic.

Beomgyu approves, satisfied and picks up the camera, shoving it into both of your faces. “Okay, make your most scared face. It’s for the thumbnail.” You comply, both of you making theatrical frightened faces, beomgyu fully committed to it, his features entirely contorting and making such a silly face like he was crying, which you can’t help but giggle at a little.

He mounts the camera back onto the tripod, adjusting the lens with careful precision and then checks himself out, running a hand through his hair, content with how he looks. “Let us begin.” Beomgyu says in a weird, deep voice. He deviously smirks and presses play.

“Hey guys!” Beomgyu starts, switching into that slightly agitating content creator voice, his demeanour shifting. “Today we are investigating a real haunted university accommodation building! The legend goes that a student was walking up the stairs drunk after partying, slipped, fell all the way down and unfortunately died. Now they haunt the stairwell and all the students ever since…Today we’re here with one of the victims who has to endure all these hauntings on a daily basis. Tell me, how often is it that you hear strange noises and sounds? See figures?”

“Oh, uh, never.” You reply, staring blankly.

Beomgyu sighs exasperatedly at you, shoulders sagging, whispering. “You can’t just say that. This is content. Make some shit up!”

“Right, sorry.” You try again, clearing your throat and straightening your posture. “All the time. I’m so terrified.” You say gravely into the camera with widened eyes. “I can never fall asleep. I can hear their footsteps and breathing outside my door every single night.” You lean closer to the camera with a crazed face.

“oohh that’s good,” beomgyu says, delighted by your performance, clapping. “You’re actually a better actor than taehyun.” Beomgyu slowly pans the camera across your room. “Guys, just look at this place,” he whispers, “This room is definitely haunted. Look how old and musty it is. Woahh.”

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “It’s not musty…” You mutter bitterly, taking offence. You just spent a long while trying to clean it too.

After beomgyu is done with his talking and grand introduction, briefly reading the rules it came with before tossing it away carelessly, you both stare at the ouija board, placing both your fingers on the planchette.

“If we get possessed, make sure to like and subscribe! Oh, and comment down below right now in five, four, three, two, one!” Beomgyu then turns to face you. “I’ve never used an ouija board before. Have you?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Remember when it was trending back in the day? My mum never let me. I missed out big time.” he says faux solemnly, shaking his head, “but I’m reclaiming what was denied to me,” You have no idea what he’s going on about. “Okay,” he begins theatrically. “Spirits of this building. If you are here, please give us a sign.”

For a moment, nothing happens. You tilt your head despite yourself, trying to listen out, if you can hear anything abnormal, anything out of the blue.

“Is anyone here with us?” Beomgyu asks hopefully.

More silence. It stretches for long enough. The planchette remains perfectly still and the red recording light from the camera is still naively blinking like it was hoping to catch something too. You raise a brow unimpressed, but knowing this would obviously happen. You feel ridiculous, this whole thing is. You sigh, ready to give up already, not sure why you agreed in the first place-

But then, you feel a force, moving the planchette, dragging it beneath your fingers. Beomgyu gasps. As do you. The small triangular piece glides and stops over two simple letters.

H

I

Beomgyu’s jaw drops. “Oh my god! Guys, there’s someone with us! Hello! Thank you for joining us. Who are we speaking to?” The planchette moves again, dragging both your fingers along with it.

C

H

A

D

It spells out. You blink. Beomgyu blinks.

“Chad…” beomgyu says slowly. “Woah. Nice to meet you, chad.”

“How did you pass away?” You ask, sceptical, furrowing your brows and leaning forwards to the board.

S

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R

S

Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth. “Holy shit, guys! It’s true. This is chad the fratboy! He really did slip and fall going up the stairs oh my god! This is crazy! We’re speaking to a fratboy ghost!” Beomgyu’s eyes sparkle with excitement, looking into the camera.

It slides once again, something else supposedly pushing the planchette.

U

2

S

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L

E

?

You stare at him flatly, warning, “Beomgyu.”

“What? I’m not doing it.” Beomgyu then laughs awkwardly. “That’s a pretty weird thing to ask, chad. Haha…”

No, it’s obviously beomgyu doing this for the views. You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, untrusting, but he’s looking down at the board with those pure glittering eyes of his with genuine fascination and awe. It’s not the first time you’ve assumed the worst of him when he’s been anything but. Still, maybe he’s just a good actor.

Chad, the ‘ghost’ tugs the triangular piece and moves across letters for another time.

I

M

H

O

R

N

Y

…

You pull your hands back immediately with a scoff, getting up from the floor in sheer disgust. “That’s it. You’re absolutely moving it.” This whole thing was ridiculous. You don’t know why you almost even believed it for a split second. Damn that boy with his sparkly eyes that almost fooled you.

“I swear it’s not me!”

“It’s literally you.” You grab a pillow from your bed, throwing it at beomgyu. He’s definitely messing with you.

He collapses onto the floor, cackling, throwing the pillow back at you. “Why the hell would I deliberately move it to ‘I’m horny’ ?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a very strange, very weird person?”

All of your candle flames in the circle suddenly flicker violently, causing both of you to snap your head back and look at the scene of the abandoned seance. The planchette begins to move, but on its own, erratically.

I

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It feels as though there’s an immediate gust of chilling, cold wind in your room, but your window is firmly closed shut. The candles go all out, vanishing. It is all pitch black.

You scramble blindly for your light switch near you, flipping it on, the sudden flood of brightness stinging your eyes but relieving. You tremble, genuinely frightened and creeped out by whatever just happened.

Beomgyu swallows slowly. “….okay see?” He raises his hands in surrender. “It was not me.”

You reach over and flip the board upside down, absolutely done with it. “Seance over. Goodbye, chad.”

“That was…so sick!” Beomgyu blurts out, eyes wide. “I can’t believe we got that on video!”

You bite your nails, unsure what to do, freaking out, trying to process. That was weird. Super weird. Beomgyu, in comparison, seems pretty fine about it, just shocked and very thrilled at the prospect of catching a real ghost on camera, probably thinking that he’s definitely going to go viral with this.

The ghost didn’t seem that particularly threatening, it was just a fratboy, and some ghosts don’t have to be evil. But still, you’re pretty spooked out. Even more so since you’ve never believed in the supernatural. It never made sense to you, no actual proof, no logic to it. But you’d just seen that board move by itself with your own eyes. And even though you’ve never believed in it, you still never loved the horror genre, never a fan. You remember the first time you ever watched a horror film with taehyun at the age of ten. Both of you were scared shitless, deciding to sleep together with the lights on all night in the same bed because neither of you wanted to be alone. And you didn’t really want to be alone in your room now, knowing there was some spirit floating around in your building. You don’t think you’d be able to sleep at all. There’s no taehyun. But asking beomgyu to stay would be too humiliating for you.

It seems beomgyu notices your expression though, studying and checking you carefully. That attentive, perceptive, annoying habit of his where he can tell what somebody is thinking. He softens at the sight of you. “You know,” beomgyu says slowly, thoughtfully, “I’m…pretty creeped out right now.”

You look at him, surprised. “You are?”

“Totally.” Beomgyu scratches his head. “So uh…is it alright if I stay the night with you? I don’t really wanna go back by myself.”

“Yeah,” You nod instantly, without question, alleviated, the reply coming out of your mouth far too quickly. You clear your throat, trying to salvage some kind of dignity, “I have an air mattress.”

Beomgyu presses his lips together, trying not to smile. You really are so similar to taehyun in certain ways.

You lie in bed, flat on your back, restless, looking up towards the ceiling, still scared and paranoid.

Beomgyu is lying on the air mattress that you had inflated. It’s been three hours now. You still can’t sleep. You’re grateful that beomgyu is in the same room as you but you can’t see him at all since he’s below you, your bed frame raised higher. You still feel slightly alone. You kind of want him on the same bed as you. It would be a lot more comforting. But, you definitely cannot ask that.

An hour passes of you contemplating whether to ask beomgyu but it’s way too embarrassing.

Another half an hour passes by painfully slow, still not being able to sleep and thinking whether you should just ask beomgyu. You huff. You’ll just have to do it. Nobody else is going to do it for you. You cannot continue lying here all night having an internal debate with yourself, you think you might go crazy. You’ll just have to swallow your pride and simply say something.

“Beomgyu.” You call out lowly.

There’s a faint shift from the floor. “Hm?” You hear his response coming down from below, his voice deep.

“Are you awake?”

“I wouldn’t have replied if I was asleep now, would I?”

You roll your eyes even in the dark. “Shut up.”

Beomgyu quietly chuckles. “What do you want?”

You brace yourself. You hate this. “Will you…will you…sleep on the bed with me?” Ew. You recoil and immediately consider wrapping yourself in your blanket and throwing yourself out the window.

There’s a pause. Then rustling as beomgyu gets up. “Okay.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t make fun of you. But, it’s not like your scared behaviour is unreasonable. The ghost was real. Not the most intimidating, a weird one named Chad, but still. It was creepy. Especially since you had never believed in them before.

Beomgyu just quietly lifts the covers up and lays beside you once you scoot towards the edge near the wall, making space for him. Your bed isn’t the biggest, so his shoulders bump gently against yours. You feel his warm presence and body immediately, feeling better and less jumpy.

“Thanks,” you mumble, a little sheepishly.

Beomgyu shifts slightly beside you, getting comfortable under the covers. “It’s alright,” he whispers gently.

You manage to get the littlest of sleep, a sliver of sleep, but at least it was something. You wake up in the morning to the faint sound of your bathroom door opening and closing, beomgyu had just gone in, space beside you empty, you feel the absence of his body on your mattress instantly. It’s colder.

You yawn and stretch your limbs from how cramped you were last night, but you immediately sense something strange. You feel some kind of weird…weight between your legs. It must be something from your shelf that fell off onto your bed and made its way under your covers, or something. You reach down, grabbing to pick it up, but it doesn’t move. It’s attached to you almost. You’re still tired and drowsy, eyes still bleary. You don’t know what the hell is going on and why this weird feeling object won’t move. You sit up, still confused. You try to pull it again, harder. It’s somehow attached to your skin? With a frown and a growing sense of unease, you move the covers off you and lift the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. You think you see something.

WHAT

THE

HOLY FUCK?!

You scream out in pure terror at what you see. At the exact same time, beomgyu screams from the bathroom, high pitched and shrill-like. The both of you screaming simultaneously for a very, very prolonged time.

This isn’t real. This can’t be real. You’re definitely still dreaming. This is not real. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell this is real. It’s impossible!

Beomgyu slams the bathroom door open with a bang, running out. His face is pale, disbelieving, mortified. “MY DICK. IT’S…I-IT’S GONE!” He looks like he’s seen a ghost, but that was yesterday and this is far worse somehow.

“I HAVE A DICK!”

You stare at each other dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouths dropping to the floor.

“WHAT?!” Both of you say at the same time again.

“I woke up with a penis!” You tell him, gesturing downwards, seeing if any of this exchange of information would help and make this make sense.

“I went to go piss and…a-and there was nothing there! I-i I have a-a vagina!” Beomgyu’s voice cracks, he looks like he’s about to weep.

“Right.” You rub your temples, trying to digest any of this, inhaling deeply, seeing you had to step in as the calm one, “Okay. Okay. We have to think about this…logically.”

Beomgyu gapes at you like you’ve lost your mind, “there’s NOTHING logical about this! At all!” He lets out an anguished cry.

You pace around your room, trying to think hard. “What did we do? What have we done that’s different?”

“The ouija board…”

Oh, right. That is really the only thing both of you have done that is different. And if ghosts existed now, you’re not that surprised if any of this can happen too. This has to be connected to it. “Do you think Chad cursed us or some shit?”

Beomgyu also frowns, deep in thought with a pout. “Nah, it can’t be. Why would he do that to us? He seemed nice.”

“He called us idiots.”

“As a term of endearment!” Beomgyu defends passionately for some reason. “I really don’t think we did anything to anger him. Maybe because I got it from a sex shop, it’s like a sex ouija board. It’s...freaky? Freaky…magic? Maybe it’s not actually chad. Chad seemed pretty nice. Just a horny guy. But hey, he hasn’t been able to have sex in years.”

You groan and flop back onto your bed in a crisis. “Shit, man. What should we do?”

Beomgyu ignores you. He’s too busy clasping both his hands together, eyes shut and whispering hysterically near your window. “I have a dick I have a dick I have my dick back I have a dick. I have my dick back I have my dick back I have a dickihaveadickihave a dickihave a dick.”

You sit up slightly to watch him, eyebrow raised. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He shoots you a glare, “I’m manifesting my precious organ back,” then he returns back to his desperate affirmations, repeating the words so intensely like a mad man.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“I say we call taehyun.” Beomgyu suggests, crazed, turning around to your already defeated form, laying spread out on the bed.

“Uh, why?” That sounds like a terrible idea.

He shrugs. “He’s good at magic tricks and all that magic shit. He’ll know what to do.”

“WHAT the fuck, no. He’s not going to know. I’m not asking him. He wouldn’t even know. We are not telling him any of this.”

“He might!”

You give beomgyu an incredulous look. “He does card tricks, bro. That shit’s not going to help.”

You knit your brows and grab your phone, frantically typing into the search bar different variations of your situation. Seeing it written out is beyond absurd and unsurprisingly, no matter how many ways you try to word it, there’s just nothing there. There’s no explanation and this has never happened to anyone else online ever.

From time to time you glance down at it, checking to see if it is still really there and not just both you and beomgyu experiencing some mass hallucination. It is always still there. Your anatomy is still switched.

Beomgyu also taught you how to piss standing up in the meantime, which was a lot harder than it looks to be honest.

The two of you sit on your bed in stunned silence in the aftermath of the discovery and shock, staring off, lost in doomed thought. Because, genuinely what were you supposed to do? What if this is permanent?

“Here.” You snap out of it, refusing to spiral, reaching into your drawer and pulling out one of your lacy, pink frilly panties, handing it to beomgyu.

Beomgyu raises a brow at you, staring at them like they’re going to blow up in his face.

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god, just take them. They’ll be more comfortable.”

He slowly reaches out and hesitantly takes them. Beomgyu’s entire face heats up, turning the colour of a ripe tomato, it’s almost impressive how quickly it happens. He clears his throat. “Do you want my boxers?”

You glance down at him and then back up. “The one’s you’re wearing?”

He nods.

You gag. “Eugh. No, that’s disgusting.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you’re wearing them!”

He opens his mouth to argue but stops and sighs. “Ugh. Fine, i’ll get you new ones…”

Beomgyu rushes back to his place, running out with his hands covering in between his legs as if anyone would notice and quickly gets some boxers for you, returning swiftly. They’re much more comfortable and they fit better for your new organ at least, but were you supposed to just accept this now? No, you’re just adapting. You’ve always been an adaptable person. You just have to adapt to this situation for now, yes. It’s the best way to react.

Beomgyu comes back from using the bathroom, cheeks dusted pink. “Peeing is still super weird…” he mumbles.

He pulls up his jeans, tugging and wriggling them into place with a small frown, but from the way your underwear is resting on his hips, they’re still so visible, the lacey fabric being seen.

You get distracted by the sight. The way the soft pink fabric sits against his hips, delicate and out of place against his usual style. It does something weird to you. A flicker of something passes through your mind, uninviting, you sharply look away, swallowing. But, you form some kind of sick idea, gears turning in your brain. It’s not a good idea, you know it isn’t.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest. And you need to hear me out…” You start slowly, testing, cautious.

“What?” Beomgyu asks, curious, but very suspicious.

You shift awkwardly on the bed, trying to think of a way to say this out loud that sounds less insane than it currently does in your head.

You take a breath, hesitating. “I think…”

Beomgyu watches you with narrowed eyes, waiting for you to continue saying whatever it is you have to say, “Go on.”

“…We should fuck.”

There is a long silence where he just stares at you blankly as if he didn’t quite hear you right, then his face twists into absolute bafflement.

“Excuse me?! Are you mental?!” Beomgyu squawks.

You hold your hands up in defence at his reaction. “Not because I want to!”

His eyes widen. “That’s not much of a reassuring clarification!”

“I-i mean-not that I don’t want to—!”

“WHAT?”

Fuck. You grasp at straws, trying to defend yourself. It made sense in your head! “Maybe it will be reversed like that! You said it yourself, maybe this is like…freaky magic!”

“What if it makes it permanent?!” Beomgyu shoots back instantly, making a horrified expression at the thought.

You pause. It’s not a possibility you had considered. Your eyes flicker around your room in thought, falling down to the pink glittery board still on your carpet floor. “Wait, we can ask chad! He has to know something.”

You pull out the ouija board and the two of you impatiently set up everything for it, sitting crosslegged once again. You place both your fingers onto the planchette and ask for the frat ghost once more.

“Are you with us, chad?” Beomgyu asks.

There’s a few minutes of silence, finally, he appears.

Y

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You exhale slowly through your nose. “Did you curse us, chad?”

N

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H

“Then who did?” You turn to beomgyu’s face with an exasperated sigh. “Do you know how to reverse it?” The planchette drags slowly across the board, almost playfully if that were possible.

M

A

Y

B

E

It’s not entirely an answer. You and beomgyu exchange an irritated look, trying not lose your temper over this dead frat boy. “If we…” you clear your throat awkwardly, “fuck, could we possibly go back to normal?” It moves immediately over the letters this time, almost enthusiastically.

Y

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S

You take your fingers off with resignation. “There’s our answer…”

The planchette suddenly starts moving on its own again, something chad clearly likes doing. Both of you flinch.

F

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“Oh my god…I hate this chad guy.” You mutter.

Beomgyu folds his arms across his chest with a grimace. “I’m beginning to hate him too now.”

You fold the board up and shove it into one of your drawers on your desk, wanting it out of your sight. The room falls uncomfortably quiet and heavy. Beomgyu does not make eye contact with you as he fiddles with the sleeve of his hoodie. You can tell he’s thinking about it though and you’re thinking about it more too. You bite your nails, turning to look at beomgyu, at the soft pink sitting across his cheeks, at the strips of lace still visible above the waistband of his jeans, resting high over his hips. Honestly, you are curious. And apparently it will work if you both do it so…it’s worth a try. There’s nothing else you can do. This seems logical to you, or as logical as it can get in this situation.

“I’ve lowkey always wondered what it would be like to have a dick.” You cut through the silence.

Beomgyu finally looks up at you, scandalised.

“What? I have.” You shrug. “Come on,” you continue, sitting up straighter. “You’ve never been curious to what it feels like? What sex feels like from the other side?”

He looks deeply conflicted. “This is the weirdest shit…” beomgyu murmurs.

“Well, yes, but no one has ever had this opportunity before.”

Beomgyu chews the inside of his cheek as he contemplates. You leave him to it. Because, whilst you are sort of strangely game to this, you know beomgyu is not. It’s his call.

You wait for a while to see what beomgyu will decide as he still chews the inside of his cheek, staring down at his lap. Then finally, he gives a tiny, nervous nod. “Fuck it. Let’s just do it. Let’s have sex,” he’s looking at you now with a strange mix of embarrassment and determination.

“Okay,” you reply, exhaling a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You sit up a bit straighter, like that might make you seem more composed than you feel. “Okay.”

Beomgyu nods again, slower this time. “Okay,” he echoes, though it sounds less confident.

“Maybe we should…kiss?” You suggest, wincing almost.

“Why?”

“To…get us going?” you offer, even less certain now, your voice trailing slightly at the end. You clear your throat.

“Oh, uh, okay.”

“Okay.”

The two of you move onto the bed awkwardly, sitting opposite one another on top of the duvet. And suddenly everything feels much stranger and worse. Because it was one thing when it was all hypothetical, but now, actually sitting here, knees nearly touching, looking at each other like this and so close, is different. You don’t think either of you have ever really looked at each other like this before. You’ve never looked at beomgyu this up close and so intimately before, close enough to see the pretty mole near his mouth and another on his cheek. The pair of you sit there for a few seconds in unbearable silence doing absolutely nothing, both of you too scared to actually start anything.

You eventually make a move first, mostly because if you do not, you think the two of you might actually stay frozen here forever. Your hand lifts awkwardly to his heated cheek, fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Beomgyu goes very still. You stare down at his lips and he does the same, nervously wetting them and then swallowing.

Awkwardly, hesitantly, you press your lips with his, brief, testing. Your lips barely brush before both of you pull back a little too quickly, recoiling. You try to kiss again before you can overthink it. It is so awkward, obviously, in the way that comes with clearly crossing a line between the both of you. But his lips are soft, very soft, perfectly soft. Yet, it’s not that surprising, they’d always seemed like it whenever you’d watched beomgyu’s lips move in a pout when he talked passionately or argued back about something, fascinated by it. His lips had an annoyingly pretty shape to them.

Gradually, some of the awkwardness thins out, dissolving and melting somewhere between some kisses and the next kisses. Until you’re not really thinking about it anymore, starting to get a little lost in beomgyu’s soft lips, your mouth caught between kissing his plush bottom lip, deeper, becoming much easier. Now, you’re making out with Choi beomgyu. Making out with your best friend’s other best friend. Never would you have thought this would happen, but maybe kissing beomgyu wasn’t the weirdest thing right now. Seriously, how did the most unlikely events manage to happen to you in the span of less than twenty four hours?

It’s getting to the both of you now, all the messy kissing, your faces tilting and moving in opposite directions continuously as you move your lips against each other, both of you kiss-drugged. It’s certainly getting you worked up, increasingly harder to think through, more fervent, your hands are in his hair, beomgyu is pulling you in closer by the back of your neck, then his hands go to your waist, gripping. You can feel the warmth of his breath between every kiss and the way he exhales shakily whenever you kiss him with more intensity. Making out with beomgyu is surprisingly very, very pleasant.

And when your mouth drifts from his lips, down to his jaw, brushing softly against the side of his neck, you feel him shiver. You start kissing his neck instead, sucking, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses, beomgyu tips his head back, very into it, all of it going to his pretty little head, letting out little whimpers as you suck more and more, kissing the same sensitive spots on his pretty neck over and over.

His fogged up brain allows you to unbutton his jeans, unzipping them and letting you put your hand down them, slightly, slowly rubbing at his pussy through the lace underwear he's wearing, still focused on completely attacking his neck too. The effect is immediate, beomgyu positively squirms and lets out a shy little noise, grabbing to hold onto you more, hiding his face in your shoulder as he continues to whimper shakily the more you rub his folds through the panties. It doesn't take long at all until you can feel the material completely soaked, even catching on your fingers.

You pull away to tug beomgyu's jeans completely off him, leaving him only in your pink panties and his grey hoodie. The second he realises how exposed he is, he shuts his legs closed, his entire face completely red, his neck and ears too.

"Are you gonna let me see? Please?" You ask and tilt your head, cooing softly at how embarrassed beomgyu is. "I'm sure it's pretty." That doesn't really help, beomgyu just lets out an annoyed whine at you and his face somehow becomes even more red.

You place your hands onto his milky, smooth thighs instead, moving back and forth over them. "Come onn, gyu. I'll play with your pussy right. I’m the one who’ll know better. Don't you wanna know what it feels like? Your vagina needs me. She's drenched. She wants me." You can't help but burst out laughing.

"Oh, shut up.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes despite how embarrassed he is, voice going all high and whiny, playfully kicking you away. But after a moment, he quietly speaks up, “f-fine…touch me.” He brings his hands to his face to hide.

“You’re okay with it?”

Beomgyu nods slowly, still hiding his face. “Feels like I-i need it, need something…” he mumbles quietly, confused. It’s so cute.

“Okay,” you gently part beomgyu’s legs, he covers his face even more in his hands at this, slightly closing his legs on instinct but you push them wider. And you’re right, he’s completely soaked your panties, they’re so wet that you can see the outline of his folds through them, they’re basically transparent now.

You suck a breath at the sight, desperate to see fully. You push the cloth to the side, beomgyu’s newly attained pussy on display and you’re almost in awe, because it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, with delicate folds and a small clit peeking out from under it’s hood. It’s glistening, almost shining with slick too. You can’t take your eyes off beomgyu’s pussy. You swallow hard, mouth watering like you’ve just stepped into a forest clearing with a beautiful, sparkling, waterfall before you. It’s so pretty just like the rest of him.

“So perfect…” You gently trace his pussy lips with your fingers, grazing the entrance and then circling his clit but not touching it directly. Beomgyu takes in a breath, trembling at the light touching, horrified with shame, trying and failing not to react so strongly. He feels a throb inside, at the bottom of his tummy, some kind of itch he knows he himself can’t scratch, he feels this overwhelming kind of feeling, needing it to be taken care of. He peeks just to look a little at you through his fingers, stomach heaving erratically, his body reacting so needily.

You watch him as he does this. “Are you going to keep hiding?”

“It’s embarrassing.” Beomgyu groans dramatically and drops his head back against the wall behind him.

“It’s not that embarrassing. You’re not the only one with your sex swapped here. Take your hands away.” He does actually take them away from his face with a grumble, unsure what to do with his hands now, keeping them balled up on the mattress.

You tug the panties off him. As much as they do look good on him, they were irritating you now. You wanted to see more of him, all of him. Once they’re finally off, you trace gently once more and beomgyu exasperatedly sighs.

“Do something more!” Beomgyu complains, bucking his pelvis into your hand, whining.

“Chill, dude. I’m just trying to get you used to the feeling of having a vagina. It could be too much.”

“Well, I’m used to it now.” Beomgyu snaps back.

You sneer at him, mouth twitching but slightly amused by how he can talk back even with how embarrassed he seems. “Tch, you’re annoying as hell.”

“So are you.”

“I’m just helping you.”

“Helping me? We need to fuck to be normal again! It’s not like I want this.”

“I don’t know, kinda seems like you want it.”

“I-i don’t.”

You raise a brow. “Your pussy says different.” You lightly give it a slap and then rub the folds soothingly. Beomgyu yelps, wide eyed, shuddering, but it’s clear it arouses him. You see his hole clenching and unclenching at that.

You can’t help but grin a little. Mangled, startled mewls slipping out from beomgyu as you continue to lightly slap at his wet pussy over and over again until his clit is fully throbbing and his folds are so puffy and pink. He looks absolutely wrecked already, despite how little you have actually done. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths beneath the oversized hoodie, slipping off one shoulder and exposing the tank top he’s wearing underneath.

“Please. Need something in it. Please.” Beomgyu gasps, a singular tear falling slowly, elegantly down one of his cheeks. Maybe you are being a bit too harsh with the teasing. With your thumb, you brush the tear away looking up at beomgyu’s teary, simmering, gorgeous doe brown eyes, some of his lashes clumped with unshed tears. You feel almost sorry.

“Aww, sorry. Just can’t help but play with the pretty doll.”

“Y/nnnn.” Beomgyu whines out heavily at you, pleadingly, brows scrunching up frustratedly. So finally, you bring the pads of your fingers to circle his hole, dipping one finger slowly into him, moving the littlest in and out. Beomgyu lets out a soft whimper and when you’re bored of just one, you add a second finger inside him. It slides easily in with an audible squelch, beomgyu winces, embarrassed at sounds he didn’t think his body would produce. You carry on pumping your fingers in at a pleasant pace, watching beomgyu’s reactions intently, loving how sensitive and reactive and new he is to all of this. It’s a lot for him already. But you’re also curious to taste his magical pussy. So bad.

“Why’d you do that—ahhhh!”

You remove your fingers completely out of him in one go, grabbing under his thighs and shoving your face into him instead, taking in the scent of his sweet, magical pussy and then sticking your tongue flat out, licking a sudden stripe on his slit, lapping at the stickiness. It’s like honey. Beomgyu tastes so good, you want to eat and eat and lick until you physically can’t, until your teeth rots from how sweet and yummy and addictive he tastes.

You tongue fuck him too, twisting, trying to reach deep. Every time your tongue drags over him, his body jerks. You decide to pay attention to beomgyu’s currently neglected clit, flicking your tongue over and over rabidly. Beomgyu nearly jumps out of his skin at this, not anticipating the raw nerves there and it is so intense, more than anything he’s ever experienced.

You decide to wrap your entire lips around the bundle of nerves instead, harshly sucking until they’re even more swollen.

“O-oh my godd- !” Beomgyu cries, flustered, taking a sharp intake of breath, screwing his eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation, his hands immediately flying to cover his face yet again. You bring the two sticky fingers back, stuffing them back into beomgyu’s cunt, pistoning them in and out and continuing to suck on beomgyu’s overly sensitive clit. His full lips are parted in an ‘o’ shape, mouth agape, prettiest choked up cries coming out of them, brows knitted together, head reeling back as well as his eyes. Beomgyu is sopping, you feel the new wave of slick every single time you push your fingers back in him. Every slight curl of your fingers making his thighs twitch. You also start a scissoring motion with the two fingers inside, spreading him open, making him squirm so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s something almost helpless about him now.

Beomgyu shifts restlessly against the bed, shaking, clearly trying to deal with the strange, feeling building inside him. “I-I I think I’m gonna come!” You’re obsessed. You drag beomgyu down even more to eat him out at a closer, better angle, feasting on his pretty cunt, hungrily, mouth, tongue moving frantically, making your own muffled groans against his flesh that no doubt send vibrations through his already overwhelmed body, going out of his mind with need.

Beomgyu falls apart easily with a strangled cry, tears spilling over his red apple cheeks, fighting against your hold. His hips buck so much into your face as he orgasms, you think he nearly breaks your nose, but you don’t care, his legs trembling and clenching at the sides of your face, a slush of juices gushing and flooding out of his already drenched cunt. You’re genuinely mesmerised by it all, lapping all the juices up, slurping it all clean.

“T-too muchh!” Beomgyu shakes at the overstimulation, squealing and whining slightly painfully. Reluctantly, you pull your face out from in between his legs.

The sheer intensity of it leaves beomgyu breathless and in shock, utterly undone as he pants, and pants in a daze, red in the face, having never felt like that before. “Jesus fucking christ. People with vaginas have orgasms like this?”

You huff out a quiet laugh. “Yeah lol. Why? It’s much more different?”

Beomgyu nods, still panting, trying to breathe regularly. “Uh huh.”

You push your soaked fingers out of his cunt, tapping them together to watch the thick strings connect like webs.

You bring them to beomgyu’s pretty mouth. “Wanna taste your pretty pussy?” Beomgyu does so without a fight, wrapping his swollen, plump, glossed and round lips to them, sucking your fingers dry, looking up at you with those pure sparkling eyes through his doll-like lashes, fluttering his eyelids like a slut. You don’t know if it’s purposeful.

It’s only now you notice the rush of blood to your dick. You’re hard as hell, you were too focused on beomgyu to think of anything else. But it feels even heavier, aching, straining. You need to fuck him so bad.

“Can we fuck?” You ask him.

“A-alright.” Beomgyu gulps, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

You rid yourself of your own clothes, taking ahold of your length in your hands, bringing yourself closer to beomgyu’s body. You close your eyes and inhale and exhale a number of times, trying to calm yourself, firstly, slapping the length lightly on his folds. Beomgyu seems to be in the same predicament, trying to calm himself down too, he’s staring down at the scene carefully, feeling his face heat up, cheeks burning.

You start to rub your cock on beomgyu’s cunt, rubbing the slitted tip from his entrance and up to his clit, focused more on the friction with the head and clit together. The tip now stuck with strings of beomgyu’s sweet slick, is much more sensitive than the rest of it and you shiver at the feeling, both you and beomgyu gasping at them rubbing and sliding slippery against each other.

“Okay…I’m gonna put it in. Is that okay?” You brace yourself, mentally preparing for it. Suddenly, you’re reminded that this is actually a one of a kind, very awkward situation to be in.

Beomgyu nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he’s bracing himself too. “Yeah, okay.”

Slowly, you bring the head of the cock to his wet, eager hole, pushing it in, stretching out the delicate ring of skin at the entrance until it pops completely in with a small, moist, squelching noise, both of you gutturally groaning out. You wait a little until attempting to push in the rest of the girth inside, inch by inch, watching his face attentively as you carefully ease the rest in. You stop once you do this, allowing him and you to get used to it.

“You okay?” You brush the strands of messy hair away from beomgyu’s eyes.

Beomgyu is stuffed. He nods, blushing so hard and face flushed so much he practically looks feverish, whole face somehow going even redder, which just shouldn’t be physically possible at this point at all.

It’s so warm and soft and slippery, the length being fully tucked inside.

“You can move.” Beomgyu breathes out eventually.

So, apprehensively, you begin to test the waters. You pull all the way back out and then sheath it all the way back in the tight but softly delicate space, the searing friction at this causing you to shudder, lips parting at the feeling. “Oh…”

“Fffuu.” Beomgyu dulcetly whimpers too, it’s hard to get used to, stretched out so much, feeling everything side, every ridge of the length.

You begin a pace of leisurely rocking in and out of beomgyu’s cunt, watching the way the pretty pussy swallows your new dick whole, enveloping it each time, the motion of pushing and pulling creating more intense feelings for you.

“You’re taking it so well,” you murmur lowly and strained, trying not to lose yourself in the pleasure of fucking slow into beomgyu’s goopy, gorgeous, spongey pussy.

He’s still quietly whimpering and you can practically see him trying to make sense of what he is feeling until his expression changes as he realises just how good it feels, allowing himself to relax and succumb to it.

It’s a new sensation. Being the one to fuck into rather than fucked into. You try to hit further, deeper inside beomgyu at a different angle, giving an experimental thrust. He instantly moans out loud and pretty to your ears, his toes curling.

“How does it feel, gyu?”

“Weird. I-i feel so full. Feels good.” Beomgyu barely squeaks out. His pouted lips stay parted, the prettiest little sounds spilling out every few seconds with each push in no matter how much he tries to hold them back, spreading his legs thoughtlessly even wider, both of his hands now coming to rest underneath his thighs, holding them apart for you.

“H-how does it feel for you?” Beomgyu looks up at you, curiously, thick eyelashes fluttering every time you move just right, voice trembling.

“Mm. Feels really good too.” You nod, knitting your brows, lips pressed together in concentration, gritting your teeth, fucking into his gummy walls, deeper, harder, staring down where your bodies connect, his ripe pussy just sucking you in, seeing how deep it goes every time, so greedy and hungry, growing more wet and sticky between you both.

You start to move more confidently without realising it, hips snapping into his with sticky sounds that follow. You’re sweating, it’s tiring, but it feels so good. It’s so hard to think about anything else anymore, it’s just alll consuming. You can see it on beomgyu’s pretty little face too, so debauched, glistening with sweat too, mellifluously whining continuously.

“Fuck, y/nn!-ughhhgh!”

You lift one of beomgyu’s legs up by his dainty ankle, holding it straight against you, the new angle allowing you to bury yourself even deeper in his mystical cunt, against his cervix, sickeningly enjoying the way he cries out at this. The position is far more vulnerable for him and beomgyu looks so hot like this, flustered, body jolting and bouncing along with every ram into him, your dick splitting him open. You love it.

Beomgyu is so fucked out, eyes hooded in ecstasy, dumbly drooling, soft long hair messy and splayed, red, sweaty, button nose scrunched up, biting his glossed full lips raw, you can feel the one leg you have up, shaking, like a pretty fawn. He makes another helpless sound.

“Such a—mhmm-pretty girl…” Fucking beomgyu like this is getting to you, your brain is so pussydrunk, you’re just murmuring any shit as you pound beomgyu’s obscenely puffy, glistening pussy. It’s taking everything in you not to cum so soon.

Beomgyu whines with furrowed brows and a tremor. “I’m not a girl!”

“Come on. You already look like a—hahhh-girl, beomgyu. Maybe you should have a pussy all the time, keep you fucked all the time. I wouldn’t mind.” You meanly laugh.

Beomgyu cries, embarrassed, shaking his head, but he’s quite literally moaning out like a girl right now, so incredibly loud and high pitched and airy compared to his usual deep voice.

You grin suspiciously wide at him, and then you grab a hold of his other leg, folding them both over his chest to plow into him even more, your dick carving and curving up inside of him beyond deeper, hitting such a sweet spot for him, tearing a sudden, alarmed moan to rip out from beomgyu’s mouth.

“Look at you…you love this, beomgyu, being fucked and full like a girl. Don’t you?” You cruelly slap his mushy clit raw and red as you fuck him faster, barely holding off your orgasm. You’re not used to how quickly the sensation builds, immediate. You’re not going to last long. You quickly bring your thumb to beomgyu’s clit, rubbing over it fast, knowing it will do it for him. “You love having a pussy, don’t you?”

Beomgyu’s body arches, writhing, hands twisting in the sheets, full on sobbing, pretty tears streaming down his hot face. “I do, I do! Shitshit-ohhmygod!” Beomgyu completely convulses, spasming, eyes rolling to the back of his head, pussy fluttering and clamping down so hard on your cock, long waves of pleasure completely crashing over him as you watch his pussy give out and squirt all over, juices surging, flowing, cascading out of him gorgeously and wondrously. The sight of beomgyu squirting and clenching around you completely does it for you as you moan out too, cursing, giving one last, hard ram into his cunt until you feel yourself go over the edge too, his magical cunt making you cum so hard you genuinely see stars, filling beomgyu’s hole to the brim, overflowing, stuffed with your cum that you can see a white creamy ring around your dick.

You pull out with a shudder, watching the way your cum oozes and gloops out from his sensitive hole, his pussy completely wrecked. You don’t think his hole can give out anymore cum but it still slowly drips out of him like pearly beads, like pretty pearls from clam shells. You’re so entranced. “Holy fuck…”

Beomgyu completely melts into the sheets, drained, exhausted, boneless, dry tear stains on his pink cheeks. He’s looking up at you so dreamily, so content and satisfied from being fucked.

“I think that was like, the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my entire life. What the actual fuck.” Beomgyu states with very laboured breathing.

You can’t help but kiss his soft lips sweetly again and he kisses you back. “You genuinely did so good, beomgyu. I got a bit carried away, sorry.” You sheepishly tell him.

Beomgyu hides his face in his hands again, tips of his cute ears turning red. “It’s okay. I…liked it.” For a moment, both of you just pant, laying on the bed, but then beomgyu speaks up timidly. “If we go back to normal tomorrow, should we…fuck again?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before you’re grinning again. “Hell yeah,” having absolutely not had your fill of his pussy just yet. You figured you may as well if it will all disappear in the morning.

Now, you’re pushing beomgyu’s face into your pillow, his ass up in the air as you spread his pretty pussy apart, watching the way it’s still dripping, you push your thumb a little in the hole, watching it still twitch and clench, still wanting more, so greedy. Beomgyu’s head is tilted, one side of his cheek smooshed into the pillow to look at you from behind eagerly.

“Come onnnn.” He whines out brattily, so impatient, arching his back even more seductively.

You lightly spank his small ass before digging your nails into his hips and slamming your dick inside once more, pounding into his delicious, succulent, messy cunt once again as beomgyu cries out muffled underneath, drooling onto your pillow, rocking his hips like a whore to meet your thrusts, fucking your cum and his juices back in.

You don’t know how long you guys go at it for but you’re ripping multiple, countless orgasms out of beomgyu, pushing his delicate body into different positions like the pretty doll he is, spurting cum multiple times inside his pussy and all over his pretty body, because you may as well, it’s quite a once in a lifetime thing, savouring how it feels to fuck his cunt and every pretty noise that comes out of his mouth, continuing to fuck the daylights out of him.

Both of you wake up in the morning to your genitalia, thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, indeed, back to normal. Chad the ghost was actually right.

Both of you go back to Croft Street to return the freaky ouija board to the sex shop beomgyu purchased it from, not wanting to deal with anymore paranormal activity, fine with what experience you have. But, when you stand in front of the sex shop with beomgyu, it has in fact, been closed for months now, boarded up and was definitely not open because you found out the owner had died a while back, hence why it was shut down, even though beomgyu swears down they were the one who served him. Neither of you try to think about that.

Instead, you sell it to the vintage antique place next door, someone else can deal with it. You also make sure not to reapply to that accommodation building next year and to go elsewhere. Beomgyu uploads the YouTube video with the salvageable footage he had left and it goes viral. He becomes the number one famous campus youtuber like he wanted and gains many more subscribers. He doesn’t stop talking about it. Not once.

When taehyun finally returns back from his semester abroad, you and beomgyu decide to surprise him at the airport together, running to hug taehyun’s shocked face once he comes out of the arrivals terminal. He’s so touched he nearly cries, but taehyun swears he didn’t even have tears in his eyes.

Now, all three of you are sitting in a cafe at the airport with drinks.

“I watched the video you guys did together. It was super good. It’s a funny skit. Love how you guys managed to make it look so real.” Taehyun says, watching you both.

“Haha! Thanks.” Beomgyu forces a laugh, slurping his milkshake.

“So you guys had some bonding time whilst I was gone then?” Taehyun asks, curiously.

Both you and beomgyu splutter on your straws. Beomgyu starts actually choking so much that you have to hit at his back. “Y-yeah…!” He manages eventually, eyes watering.

You rub at your neck. “You could say that..”

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

A/n: idk how this reads i didnt proof read I wanted to be more creative 😭 it was very interesting and fun to write smut with the reader having a dick since ive never written that before, I’ll admit I had a bit of difficulty trying to write in that pov 😭😭 but it was so fun !! upside down kiss - txt is absolutely the song for this fic 😼😼 I recommend. Babygirl let’s get freaky.

Bang Chan - Service Sub. He’ll do anything to keep you satisfied. will follow your orders. 100% a munch. Loves praise. Definitely starts overthinking that you’re disappointed. Verbal reassurance + warm bath + cuddles. Needs to be told over and over that he did well and that you’re proud of him. Loves lying with his head in your lap while you play with his hair.

Lee Know - Bratty sub.  Loves testing your patience. Rolls his eyes mid command to get a rise out of you. Degrade him(but also praise him). Melts when you force him to say sorry and punish him<3. Acts like he doesn’t need special aftercare, but melts if you clean him up and rub his back. Likes when you quietly hold him until he relaxes.

Changbin - Needy princess. Needs 24/7 attention. Gets pouty when you don’t cater to him every waking second. Loves praise, no matter how much you praise him he always gets super shy :(. Wants every ounce of your focus after, just as much as during. Loves when you shower him in praise, cuddle him, and feed him snacks. 

Hyunjin - pillow prince. Loves your attention. Lives for long kisses. Melts when you worship his body.  Gets so, so whiny when you stop, but gets so shy when you make him beg :( <3 Needs you to kiss all over his face, pet his hair, and worship him even after the scene ends. Loves soft words and constant touch until he drifts off.

Han - “Bratty” sub. He tries to act bratty to get a rise out of you, but quickly turns into mush when you confront him about it. Goes from “make me” to moaning your name in seconds <3. Praise addict. Gets embarrassed about how needy he got, so he loves when you joke with him a little to lighten the mood. Lots of praise, forehead kisses, and cuddles.

Felix - Sweetest sub. He is such an angel. Does whatever you say without hesitation. His ears turn pink at praise(but he also likes to be degraded…!) He definitely is a crier. Oral fixation… Wrap him in blankets, cuddle chest-to-chest, and whisper soft praises until he stops crying. Likes when you rub his back or hold his hand tight so he feels safe. <3

Seungmin - bratty pup sub. Teases and mocks you. He’s so bratty until you make him repeat himself :(. Loves to be called “dumb pup/puppy” and “good boy”(when he listens). Just a little bit of pet play<3 He won’t ask for it, but he loves when you wipe him down, put clothes on him, and hold him close. He gets shy about eye contact, so he likes when you hum or talk softly while petting his hair.

pls enjoy this as I went too hard w/ describing the photoshoot/outfits... if you look at the Louis Vuitton 2026 spring/summer collection you might recognise the outfits that are mentioned.

Like always, you were early. The people you had worked with before barely bat an eye, smiling and bowing in greeting, while some of the newer faces gave you a look that was half surprised, half impressed. It was a comforting, calm yet structured vibe in the air as people started setting up their stations. The prop manager had already rolled out the eggshell colored backdrop and was currently prepping sheets of pale tulle fabric for later. The MUA and hair stylist were exchanging words about the work ahead, placing various makeup palettes and hair tools at their respective stations. The stylist was talking with the Louis Vuitton representative and unzipping garment bags, hanging up the brand's clothing. As you spotted each of them, you offered them a smile, dropping off coffee as you walked around the set. This was always the calmest moment of your day. When everyone was that special mix of excited and drowsy, going through the prep to get to the main part. It was never a pain on your end to arrive early, as it offered you a gentle start to the day. 

Once you had finished exchanging greetings and pleasantries it was time for your own preparations. Your assistant had already brought out your equipment from the car, so it didn’t take long to set up your camera and lights. All the prep that could be done without the model present was done. The model, who was late, was unbeknownst to you in a car driving slightly over the speed limit. 

Felix sighed, looking out of the window as his manager muttered under his breath about “Seoul traffic”. Luckily for the idol, Felix wasn't the one who caused the delay. He'd feel awful if it were. He had actually woken up a couple of hours before the time he was supposed to be picked up, his nerves shooting him up out of bed at a frankly unreasonable time. Sadly, his body's “effort” was in vain as traffic caused them to arrive tardy nonetheless. The manager quickly pulled into the parking lot with a maneuver that Felix genuinely doubted was safe. Felix was then hurried out of the car as his manager gave him a quick briefing about the shoot, probably for the third time since picking him up. A Louis Vuitton shoot for Vogue Korea, featuring the brand's spring collection. Simple. Nothing new, not really, but a photoshoot with a brand of such fame would easily make anyone nervous. No matter how many jobs he booked with the brand, Felix felt that every shoot, every runway… they held a certain gravitas. While his manager spoke, he was led inside the simple-looking studio. It was still early in the morning, the sun's rays starting to warm up the sky, but Felix didn’t look drowsy. He smiled warmly as he entered, pushing down his nervousness. The room wasn’t necessarily bustling with life as he entered, but when he was spotted, finally, things started picking up. The warmth on his face remained, although his smile turned apologetic. 

“I’m really sorry everyone, traffic held us back.” 

A chorus of voices simply brushed him off with words of dismissal, both out of kindness and to hurry things along. He was grateful nonetheless. Embarrassed, but grateful. Even if those words of reassurance and kind gazes calmed him a bit, he still felt a pair of scrutinizing eyes studying him. Fair, he supposed, he was late after all, but the intense look made a shiver run down his spine. He had no time to reflect on who had glared him down before he was whisked away to get his makeup started in an attempt to catch up to the schedule. 

You took a deep breath and sighed. This wasn’t the first time a model was late. It happened way too often with people a lot less famous than Felix. That didn’t mean it didn’t irritate you. It was unfortunate. He was handsome and whatever, sure, but when you work in a field such as yours where you run into beautiful people daily, that does very little to soothe one's mind. Ideally, good looks were paired with good manners, but you weren’t one to build up your expectations in vain. You had heard good things about Felix’s character - that he was easy to work with and a person who could light up even the darkest of places just by smiling. Yet his first impression left much to be desired. You sighed again and realized you were still staring at the spot he stood at, even in his absence. Something you didn’t have time for. You had work to do. With authority matching that of an army general, you gave the team instructions. The model needed to get his hair and makeup done, and then be dressed in the clothes, and you would observe every part of the process. Any newer staff who raised their eyebrows at this were quickly silenced by others. Sure, you didn’t hold the same amount of fame as the tardy idol, but within spaces that mattered, people knew not to question how you handled things. Being known to be detailed means you're allowed to be a bit picky. Comes with the job. They wouldn’t love your photos so much if you were slacking off. People quickly got to work, and your assistant ran around to help with further instructions. 

Felix sat down in the makeup chair and the MUA and hairstylist quickly got to work. His hair was pinned out of his face as they started the prepwork, cleaning and moisturizing his skin. He looked at himself in the mirror, opting not to move too much to not disrupt the process. Even if photoshoots sometimes felt a bit rushed, it was nothing near the speed of his usual schedule. Fewer people, his members included, and fewer firm deadlines. There was no one yelling at him to get up on stage, no booming speakers ringing in his ear while adrenaline pumped through his veins in preparation to face thousands of people. Simply small talk with soft-spoken staff and calm music. He could hear the pleasant tunes of some indie song being played throughout the studio, probably chosen to match the vibe of today's shoot. He hummed along in recognition, chatting away with the people pampering him as he relaxed in his seat. 

Time went by way too fast in his opinion; close to an hour had passed in what felt like minutes, and he was nearly done with his makeup when someone entered the room. Both the makeup artist and hair stylist greeted the person kindly when he entered, exchanging smiles. Felix couldn’t turn to face the person as he didn’t want to interrupt the work that was being done to him, but looked at him through the mirror. He quickly recognized the intense gaze that had made him nervous before. It wasn’t mean, and the man didn’t look angry, but it was a lot. Bordering on uncomfortable. It felt like he was being read like a book, as if he could ask the man about the color of his soul and he would know just by a simple glance. Felix was a bit caught off guard, but still smiled politely as he usually would. 

“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Felix said softly, eyes crinkling from his grin. 

You looked him over in the mirror. The makeup artist had applied light foundation that kept his freckles visible, a pale pink eyeshadow, and specks of glitter. The hair was curled with blonde extensions, making him look perfectly ethereal. You hummed approvingly, his current look matching the mood board to a T, and relaxed a bit as you saw things falling into place. Looking at Felix with a kinder gaze, you finally noticed the slight twitch in his expression. He wasn’t outright uncomfortable per se, but it seemed as if you had at least startled him a bit with how you were studying him. You reminded yourself to relax. 

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m the photographer today, and I look forward to the shoot.” 

You said with a smile. 

You looked a lot softer like this, Felix thought. Without the previous intensity, he could actually look at you without feeling like an ant under a magnifying glass, and you were surprisingly attractive. Handsome. Put together from the pressed collar of your shirt down to your matching socks. 

“I heard a rumour that you’re not the biggest coffee fan, so I hope this is alright.” 

You said and placed the grape-flavoured ade in front of him. 

His eyes widened in surprise. 

“Oh my gosh, thank you! Looks yummy, that’s really sweet of you.”

You chuckled softly and shook your head in dismissal.

“No worries. I just came in to say hi, so don’t let me interrupt you all.”

You glanced over at the others. 

“Bring him out as soon as he’s dressed; let’s get things going.” 

Felix blinked slowly as that intensity reappeared on your face. It must be what you’re like at work. Maybe even all the time. Serious, yet warm. It honestly gave him a bit of whiplash, but something about it… It was charming. He definitely trusted that the pictures would turn out well; that was for sure. 

You sat on your phone going over the mood board for the twentieth time when Felix reentered the room. You genuinely had to do a double-take at his outfit. He was dressed in a dusty pink dress made out of a ruffled sheer fabric. It had a high swallow-tailed collar followed by a sheer chequered part that went down to his shoulders, cut off by ruffles that drooped down into bishop sleeves. With a white broad belt to accentuate his waist, he looked… well, simply put, jaw-droppingly beautiful. You walked up to him to observe him up close. Felix could feel his heart in his throat. Yeah, sure, he was usually nervous about these sorts of things, but the way you were appraising him made him somewhat flustered. You looked at him with stars in your eyes, like you had found your muse, your inspiration, your everything. Even in such a professional setting, it felt oddly intimate to be viewed like that. Something in him wanted your approval. Not the Louis Vuitton representative's approval or anyone else's. Just yours. 

“So… what do you think? Am I camera-ready?”

He joked weakly, praying his foundation did a good enough job of hiding how flushed he was. 

You looked him up and down with a pleased smile. Not the way one would look at someone they met at a first date, happy that they somewhat matched their photos, but rather like one would when they see a beautiful piece of art they worked hard to get their hands on. No attraction, simply appreciation. 

“You’re perfect, absolutely perfect.” 

Felix shivered at the praise, returning your smile. It was almost dizzying to hear those words from you. Before, it felt a bit odd, having your eyes on him, but now… he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” 

There was something about the way he stressed the “you” that made you raise an eyebrow. Not in dismay, oddly enough. It somehow excited you in some weird way that certainly wasn’t in line with your usual professionalism. But it was barely anything, and you doubted he was playing that kind of game. Just a good person, happy to be praised. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and gestured towards the backdrop.

“Please have a seat and we’ll get started.” 

You had been right on the money when you described him as perfect before.  There was no other word that came to mind as you photographed the first outfit. He followed all instructions with ease, posing for the camera like he was born to do so. It was detailed all the way down to the point of his toes as he leaned back, legs slightly up as you shot his side profile. You couldn’t help yourself, beaming behind your camera as you praised and encouraged him. 

“Beautiful, just like that.” “Doing so well.” “Just one more for me.” 

As you said these things, you had no idea how it was affecting your model. His confidence grew from the praise, sure, but internally, he was fighting to make sure it wasn’t visible just how excited he was to hear your approval. Even with a camera separating you, he still felt hot all over just from you looking at him. It was a lot, and God help him if he popped a boner in the midst of a photoshoot. When you were done with the first outfit, he breathed out a sigh of relief. 

“Touch-ups and outfit changes everyone! Prop master, let's add the tulle and chair. Gotta keep this momentum going.”

You instructed everyone quickly. The stylist ushered Felix away to change, a welcome break. He fanned his face as he left your line of sight. The MUA gave him a questioning look and handed him his drink to cool off. He made a weak excuse about the lights being warm and sipped the ade. They shrugged and started doing touch-ups, adding some pink lip products. He had to pull himself together considering you had two more outfits to photograph. 

You on the other hand, oblivious to his internal battle, were talking excitedly with your assistant, raving about the shoot that had barely started. They nodded along to your words, agreeing that “yeah, he looked good in front of the camera”, but you, much like Felix, received a questioning glance. Somewhere around when you went into detail about his features, your assistant frowned. It isn’t odd for a photographer to praise someone's looks per se, but it was definitely odd for you to do so. 

“He's really something, I guess. But did you notice how red his face was? Remember not to make another model uncomfortable with your staring.”

They chuckled, playfully teasing you. 

You winced and nodded, cursing mentally. You didn't notice. This unfortunately tended to happen. No one had straight-up left mid photoshoot, your reputation kept them in front of the camera, but you've been told off by some managers about “scaring their clients”. Not the words you want to hear when you primarily work with people. Especially not influential people whose opinions affect your job. You had clocked his discomfort earlier in the makeup chair, but not while taking the photos… were you too distracted? Too excited about the high quality of the photos? You sighed to yourself, mentally making a note to be more observant. Well, more aware of his emotions. 

When Felix reentered, he looked just as stunning as the first time. The dress had been replaced by a top and pants. The shirt was slightly revealing, yet tasteful. A low V neckline leading down to a button that then split back up to reveal his midriff. By his hips, it swung out, giving him a doll-like hourglass shape. The white fabric of the top was covered entirely with lace appliques in various shades of beige and white. The bottoms were plain white dress pants that made his legs look impossibly long. His upper body was definitely the focus of the outfit so naturally, his neck and hands were heavily decorated with different jewelry. A ring on every other finger and his iconic silver lockit pendant made in collaboration with the man himself, paired with a simple diamond necklace. He looked… expensive. Refined. Not dressed in luxury simply to brag about one's wealth, but put together carefully. Once again, you looked him up and down. Felix smiled nervously, waiting for your judgment. Remembering your assistant's words from before, you loosened up your posture and gave him a gentler smile with less manic enthusiasm than before. 

“Absolutely stunning. Let’s start.” 

As Felix sat down, you took more pictures. He placed his hands by his collarbones, wrists crossed to show off his rings. Then he pressed his fingers on his temples, elbows out wide so you could see the necklaces. Two wonderful poses that perfectly highlighted the jewellery and his stunning features. He was working hard yet… Felix felt like something was lacking. He was doing just as well as before, better even, paying more attention to detail. You seemed pleased with him, smiling behind your camera. But that look was gone. The burning one. The one that made him feel like it was just the two of you in the room, alone as you created art. You simply observed him now. Those butterflies in his stomach settled, leaving a sour taste in his mouth that acted as a painful reminder that this was all just work. Not exciting and intimate, merely mundane. He tried to not let his disappointment show on his face, but by the tilt of your assistant's head, it was obvious. You snapped your photos, and then you were done. Whereas before he felt somewhat relieved to be freed from your capturing gaze, locking him in and gluing him to the spot, now it just felt empty. Hollow. 

Turning to the monitoring screen to look it over you hummed, squinting your eyes. Something was… missing. He looked less vibrant, somehow. The photos were just photos, not alive like before. It instantly made you anxious. Had you done it again? Was Felix uncomfortable? You had tried so hard to make sure you weren’t glaring him down this time, but perhaps you had subconsciously stared. You sighed, glancing over at Felix who was standing next to you, he too looking at the photos. Your own disappointment was mirrored in his features. 

“Let’s uh, take a small break. Everyone can get their food orders in while we rest for a bit.”

You announced to the room in an attempt to push past the solemn mood. Felix's whole body sagged in on itself. He honestly looked like a kicked puppy, small and sad. You walked up to him with a weak smile. 

“Are you okay? I’ve heard before that I can be a bit intimidating. I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable in any way. I promise it’s just me being focused, not judging. You’re doing great.”

His eyes widened in panic as you misunderstood him, shaking his head so quickly you were scared his head might come off. 

“Oh, nonono, that’s not it at all! I’m really comfortable. You just looked… different? I- it just seemed like I had lost you a bit, or something. I really want you to like the photos, you know? You don’t have to worry about making me uncomfortable or anything. The intensity and all makes you like, trustworthy.” 

He was looking at you sheepishly, stumbling over his words. It didn’t seem forced out of politeness. Felix didn’t seem like the type to force anything to be honest, always carrying an air of genuineness with him. It helped alleviate your anxiety. 

“I’m relieved to hear that. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you need a break or anything, though. I want this to be pleasant for everyone, you especially as the model.” 

Your smile felt more natural on your lips now with his reassurance. He beamed back at you, nodding. 

“Will do.” 

Both with less burdened minds, you separated. Felix to the room occupied by the MUA and hair stylist, and you to a corner with some other staff. Felix sat with the two stylists, chatting about the shoot and ordering food, yet his mind was elsewhere. It felt like his own personal mission to have your undivided attention again. Not just for his own pleasure, but to reignite that creative flow you had had earlier. Neither of you would be pleased if the photos ended up looking bad, and his company and Louis Vuitton would certainly disapprove. That wanting side of him though… It made Felix feel a bit pathetic, to be honest. He had never been this needy for someone before, especially not just for a simple glance. But now, somehow, you had made him addicted. That heat that bloomed deep in his stomach, spreading throughout his body… He needed more. Felix glanced over at his next outfit, deep in thought. He had to do something if he wanted those strange wants to be a reality. As he spaced out, studying the satin, he realized that the solution was quite simple. For the final outfit, he made a plan. 

Food eaten and legs stretched, you were ready for the final photos. It was going to be alright, and you were going to be so normal, not a burdensome photographer that glared at any hairs out of place. Chill but professional, less uptight. That was certainly what you told yourself until you saw the Louis Vuitton representative being pulled into the styling room. You immediately started praying that nothing was wrong with the clothing, itching to walk in there to do any necessary damage control. But you held yourself back, reminding yourself that for the love of God, you had to chill. Barging in wouldn’t help at all. It’d show everyone that you were a total control freak who couldn’t do a single photoshoot without nagging about some small detail. You remained in your seat, instead opting to glance over at the door every so often just to calm yourself down. A couple of painful minutes later, the representative reemerged. You stood up, not being able to hold yourself back from walking over to check that nothing was wrong. That’s when you saw Felix. Stepping out from behind the representative, he looked… Well, wrong. Technically. He wasn’t wearing what he was supposed to, at least not in the right way. The creamy white jacket was supposed to be worn with a striped jumpsuit underneath. You remember the concept photos quite well, having checked them religiously. But no, instead of what was planned he was dressed in the same pair of pants from the first outfit. No undershirt, just the puffy ruffled layers of the jacket pulled open to reveal the entirety of his torso. His hair extensions had changed as well, looking even longer now, soft curls reaching his bellybutton. It was wrong, technically, but so so right. He looked like a wet dream, all lean muscle and freckled skin. Elegant yet exposed in a way you knew only he could pull off. You felt yourself being drawn in as you looked him up and down yet again, something different in your gaze as you ate him up with your eyes. The stylist looked truly proud of themself and you couldn’t even blame them for it.

Felix felt like the cat that got the cream. You were back. Looking at him like before, scanning him, but something was different. Even if you might not have realized it yourself, there was a heat in your gaze that wasn’t there before. You savoured the sight of him instead of picking him apart. It was attraction, not just approval. It was almost more addictive, knowing he managed to affect you. The sound of your assistant clearing their throat is what snapped you out of your trance. You blinked, gaze snapping over to the representative, an unasked question in the air. 

“Felix made a suggestion, and it’s been approved. Spring and summer are warm, rebirth, fans will love it and so on and so on. Head office liked the idea so…”

They shrugged, giving you a glare that said “do you have any idea of how popular shirtless idols are on magazine covers?”. You sighed shakily and glanced over at Felix. 

“I thought it was a good idea…”

He hummed, looking coy as he batted his lashes. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find the words. 

“Yeah! It uh, is. Just… different. Is your company okay with-”

You gestured to his lack of a shirt.

“-this?” 

Felix chuckled and gestured over at his manager who nodded.

“Yeah, they’re fine with it. Are you?”

He raised a brow challengingly, studying your face. You looked a bit baffled, but not necessarily in a bad way. 

“I mean, yeah, it looks good. And since it’s all approved…”

You allowed yourself another glance down his form before clearing your throat.

“Let’s do it.” 

Felix made it really difficult to be professional. As soon as he sat down in front of the camera, he leaned back, his jacket falling open to reveal more delicious skin. His eyes were trained on you through the camera lens, head tilted to the side as he stared you down. You felt your hands shake as you pressed the shutter. It made you feel like a pervert, looking at him like this with his angel-like features. As if you were tainting him, painting his form in filth for your own pleasure. He was teasing you with a glance, and little did you know, he was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. Seeing your nervousness, even if it was obscured by your camera, was the treat he didn’t know he was hoping for. He expected his little plan to work, for you to see him again, but for you to lose focus…? It was quite frankly the opposite of his main goal, but tasted just as sweet. He changed his pose after a couple of shots, raising one of his arms to rest behind his head as he lowered his chin to look up into the camera. The studio lights made his eyes sparkle, reminding you of a vast dark ocean. To put things frankly, he was giving you (or well, the camera) the biggest “fuck me” eyes you had ever seen. You cleared your throat before pressing the shutter, your nervousness a sound that felt like a reward for the model. He smiled smugly and licked his lips. Some part of your brain was raving about how perfect these photos would be, that it might be some of your best work. Unfortunately, you weren’t thinking with your brain in that moment, no matter how much you wanted to. Shot after shot of pure filth delivered in a pretty package, and it just drove you more and more wild. Once you were done, you released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. The people around you applauded, praising Felix’s ideas and execution while you tried to return to your body. The smile on Felix’s lips was innocent as he bowed gracefully, still the embodiment of innocence, as if he wasn’t just eyefucking you through your camera. No one seemed to have realized this fact, or used the photoshoot as an explanation for his behaviour. You certainly had a harder time finding an explanation for what just happened, finding it difficult to just brush past it. He walked over to you and bowed again in respect. 

“Thank you so so much, I’m so excited to see the results.” 

He said with a beaming smile. 

“No, thank you. You’ve been an absolute joy to work with.” 

You did your best to appear unaffected, returning his smile, albeit a little shakily. 

“I hope we can work together in the future, I’m really happy with the pictures I took today.” 

Your words were genuine even in the midst of your mental breakdown. 

“So do I.”

He said with a wink that made your body burn hot. As he walked away, it felt like you could finally breathe. The shoot was done. All that was left was exchanging pleasantries and packing up your stuff. You felt relieved somehow. Well, conflicted. It had been intense in all the best ways, but you were grateful you had the rest of the day off just so you could process everything. Were you reading into things? Had Felix just been so amazing in front of the camera that even you got pulled in by him? Or was it truly a pointed move from his part to get you nervous? Those were the thoughts Felix’s manager interrupted when he walked up to you. You had just waved goodbye to the last staff member when he cleared his throat to get your attention. 

“Hello. I apologize if this is short notice, but I have a small request.” 

You turned to face him with a raised brow, silently urging him to continue. 

“JYP want Felix to take some simple headshots while we’re here. Would that be possible? I have to go to another member's schedule right now, but a car will be ready to pick him up once you’re done. We’d be really grateful.” 

He looked stressed and not ready to accept a no, already halfway out the door. Before you could say anything, he mumbled a quick “thanks” while hurrying out to his car. You swore under your breath as your assistant walked over with a questioning look. 

“It’s just the camera and lights left. Should I…?”

They gestured to the now plain and empty set. The backdrop remained, a part of the locale, as well as your things. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head. 

“You can head home. I have things left to do; I’ll pack up on my own.” 

They frowned but shrugged. You didn’t blame them for not putting up more of a fight about staying; very few people wanted unpaid overtime. You waved them off as they walked out to their car. 

The room felt so empty. It was quiet, no music, and no people. No more of that cozy vibe you had felt before. You turned around with yet another sigh, almost jumping out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Felix. Maybe you were too distracted, but he had managed to sneak up on you. Now that the photoshoot was officially over he had changed out of the branded clothes. His extensions had been taken out, and he was back in his own clothes, a simple black shirt and jeans. Felix didn’t look any less gorgeous after changing, a fact that made you even more nervous to be alone with him. 

“I guess my manager told you about the situation…?” 

He had the decency to at least look apologetic as he saw the traces of tiredness on your features. 

“He did. It’ll be quick, so you can alert the driver picking you up. I don’t wish to keep you.” 

You offered him a professional smile. You assumed he wasn’t happy about staying either, even if his motivations were different from yours.

“I’ll do that.”

He chuckled and picked up his phone to text them. You glanced over to where your camera still stood. This was going to be easy, no biggie. That’s at least what you told yourself in an attempt to calm down. Once Felix had texted his driver he glanced back up at you. 

“So…?” 

He hummed, gesturing over to the camera. 

“Ah- Yes. Just sit down and I’ll get to work.” 

Felix sat down in the chair, looking at you as he awaited further instructions. You stood behind the camera, adjusting the lighting to fully illuminate his face. You hummed to yourself and adjusted the camera settings as well before looking at him. You blinked slowly. …had those buttons always been unbuttoned? You thought his shirt was fully closed before, but apparently, your memory failed you. Two buttons opened. Odd, but not a thought you were willing to voice. You already felt like a pervert for noticing. Even as you mentally chastised yourself, you couldn’t resist letting your eyes run down that small patch of exposed skin. Everything about him teased you, tempted you into doing very inappropriate things with someone you should’ve been very professional with. You cleared your throat, something that had become a habit whenever you were in his presence, and leaned down to look at him through the camera. Felix just smiled innocently as if he hadn’t unbuttoned his shirt just now.

“Just look into the lens head on.” 

You managed to say, tongue heavy in your mouth. Felix did as instructed, facing you, but his fingers snuck under the collar of his shirt to open it further. He rubbed along his skin, stroking it casually as if it wasn’t an attempt to get you worked up. You swallowed dryly at the sight, trying to ignore the twitch of your cock as you snapped a photo. Felix could practically smell your arousal on you. It was painfully obvious by how your eyebrow twitched and your hands shook when you pressed the shutter. That same bordering on sadistic joy reawakened in him. He had you right where he wanted you, bordering on coming in your pants just from a teasing touch to his own body. It was beautiful. The devastating part though, was that you didn’t act on it. He accomplished his goal, working you up and getting your eyes focused on him, yet you didn’t move. You couldn’t. He wanted you to so bad, but you were frozen in place. He knew you might need quite a push to actually do something. That his alluring gaze might not be enough. But he wanted to try, to see how hard he could get you doing as little as possible. He sighed and let his fingers drag lower, down to the buttons remaining. His dark eyes drilled into yours as he unbuttoned the last ones, leaving his torso fully exposed. 

“Is this alright…?”

He hummed, tilting his head. You pursed your lips, eyes roaming the expanse of skin. 

“...yes.” 

You didn't have it in you to object. Playing along felt somewhat okay, watching as he did what he wanted. You didn’t egg him on. If anything, he was riling you up. That voice in your head that said he wasn’t doing anything on purpose was slowly dying as he looked you up and down. He wanted this reaction. He wanted that burning desire that was bordering on uncomfortable. Some dirty part of you wanted it to. 

You snapped another photo, mostly on instinct. Felix didn’t mind, the corners of his lips twitching as the lights flashed. His hands teased lower, dragging along the front of his pants. His eyes remained trained on yours as he played with the buckle of his belt.

“And this…?”

He asked coyly, raising a brow. Words failed you, so you just nodded. He smiled a Cheshire grin, and slowly, painfully slow, unbuckled and unzipped his pants. There was no denying the bulge in his underwear. With a gentle touch, he rubbed himself through the fabric using just his fingertips. He bit his lip, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes rolled back. Felix wanted to put on a show. Push you. He was exposing everything, laying himself bare for your enjoyment. You couldn’t move. Your desire froze you in place. He let out a breathy sigh and pulled down the waistband of his boxers, just as slow as he'd done everything else, staring deep into your eyes. His cock plopped heavily against his toned stomach, pre smudging his skin. He was an angry red, twitching as you took him in. You could feel all your blood rushing down to your groin, pulsing beneath your skin. Felix wasn’t better off. He saw the fight in your eyes. How you wanted to do something, how desperately you wanted to reach out and touch. But also how you held yourself back, clinging to some dumb idea of professionalism. It was frustratingly hot. Even with how lightly his fingertips rubbed at the underside of his cock he felt like he was in heat. It was too much yet too little, all at the same time. 

Felix looked at you longingly, teeth digging into his lip.

“Please…”

It was barely above a whisper, whiny in the best way. 

“Help me.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Felix’s eyes shone in the studio lights, bordering on wet. You saw the frustration buzzing under his skin, the longing. The entire photoshoot had been messing with him, and now he had had enough. He didn’t ask for your touch; he asked for your help. Grander than skin on skin. He needed you. Your body moved against your will. You walked slowly, your mind in a haze, until you were in front of him. Felix looked up at you as you loomed over him, casting your shadow upon him. Up close, it was even worse for both of you. You could see the flush of his cheeks. His freckles. The way his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He could feel those intense eyes on him up close. How your gaze travelled across him, mapping out his skin. It made him leak against his stomach, dripping like a faucet. No words were needed as he whined, his hand reaching for yours. He grabbed it, pulling it down to where he needed you most. Your heart was in your throat as you dragged one finger along a bulging vein. Felix sighed in bliss, his body sagging against the chair. Just one light touch and he was quivering. You took a deep breath, gathering courage. You placed one hand on the backrest behind him, leaning over him, the other moving slowly down to his heat. With less nerves, you wrapped your fingers around his cock. He was so warm, twitching in your hand. You gave him an exploratory tug. His thighs tensed as his hips stuttered, jerking up into your touch. You hissed through your teeth at the sight, squeezing him in your palm. He was so desperate already. 

“M-more… Please?”

He gasped, his grip on your wrist tightening. Your lips pursed in hesitation.

“Are you- Are you sure? Because-” 

You took a ragged breath.

“-I really don’t want you to regret this.” 

If he stopped right then and there, that would be it. You would awkwardly separate, mumble something like “good job, goodbye,” and crawl into a hole and die. You’d sit on your lonesome, hand around your cock as you regretfully deleted all of the “headshots”. It would be over. But God, you didn’t want it to be. 

If Felix wasn’t so drunk on arousal, he would’ve laughed. 

“Is there anything I’m doing that makes you think I will?”

Even if he thought you were being silly, there was a softness in his voice. Felix felt the same way you did; if either of you wished to stop, you’d stop. But neither of you seemed keen on ending this any time soon. You shook your head and gathered yourself as best as you could. With his approval, you picked up the pace. Up and down, squeezing when you reached the tip. He shook like a leaf, trembling against the chair as moans escaped his plump lips. Felix let go of your wrist to lay his hand against your cheek, pulling you in to a deep kiss. There was no fight for dominance. He was like putty in your hands, his tongue languidly meeting yours. He only allowed himself a moment of bliss with your mouth before he pulled back. He did his best to keep his focus on you, needing to see your face. Every expression, every glance, they all needed to be imprinted into his memory. You were panting, a light sheen of sweat covering your form. You kept going faster, unable to hold back your eagerness. You wanted, needed to see him unravel. He moaned loudly, his dark voice reaching a higher tone than you thought was possible. 

“Fuck- C-close, really close-”

He cried out, nails digging into his own thighs. Felix stared deep into your eyes as he fought his body to keep his own open. 

“Can I cum? Please- please let me cum for you!”

You groaned and nodded, your grip on the chair the only thing keeping you up as your knees almost buckled. Felix was babbling so quickly you could barely make out the words, only catching his desperate “please”s and “thank you”s. His whole body trembled as his pleasure reached its high, going up and up until it had nowhere left to go. His back arched as he spilled all over himself. He pulsed in your hand as he came, his teeth clenched from the sheer force of it. He hiccuped while you stroked him through it. He looked perfectly spent, breathing ragged and skin flushed. As his pleasured moans went into overstimulated whimpers, you stopped, pulling your hand back. He smiled up at you lazily, attempting to catch his breath. 

“You… God.” 

You smiled softly, chuckling in disbelief at the situation. It all felt so surreal. You had just jerked him off after a photoshoot. In a studio. With a camera around. It was truly wild and something out of your wildest dreams. You’d call yourself blessed if it didn’t feel so uncouth in the current situation. 

Felix chuckled as well, coming back into his body. He had never felt like that. It was hot and fast, yet warm and slow. Perfect. He had never cum that hard in his life. He was about to voice that thought when his eyes left your face, fleeting down. Your bulge rested heavy between your legs, sadly forgotten in the throes of passion. He sighed wistfully and laid his hand against your hip. 

“Now it’s your turn.” 

He purred, nails dragging against the fabric of your pants. You stiffened under his touch, standing up straight. 

“You really don’t have to.” 

You mumbled almost bashfully. You had honestly forgotten it yourself, too focused on Felix. He shook his head with a reassuring smile.

“I know. But I want to.” 

He hummed. Felix let his fingers play with your belt, leaning in to rest his chin against your hip, his mouth close to your bulge. He was so close he could practically kiss it through the fabric if he wanted to. He looked up at you, his gaze somewhere between teasing and pleading. 

“Want to make you feel good. Please?” 

His finger dragged over your front making your hips twitch. You felt dizzy with want as you swallowed, nodding. His face bloomed into a pleased smile.

Felix gripped your hips and went down on his knees. He undid your pants leisurely, wanting to take his time with you. Leaning in, he breathed out against your cock, his breath hot against your skin through your boxers. He looked like a wet dream like this; on his knees, a content grin on his lips, his eyes locked on yours. He placed soft kisses against you, licking you through the fabric. Your hands shook by your sides, twitching as you shivered. Felix chuckled, his voice vibrating your bones. With a casualness you envied, he grabbed one of your hands, putting it in his hair. 

“No need to hesitate, want you.” 

He murmured, his spit soaking you. Your fingers tangled into his locks carefully just to busy your hand. Felix hooked his fingers under the waistline of your underwear and tugged them down. You groaned as you were freed, tilting your head back from the relief. His tongue peeked out from between his lips and he licked along the underside of your cock, moaning at the taste. Your grip on his hair tightened, making him melt at the slight pain. He leaned in and took the tip of you into his mouth. It was already bordering on too much. Your hips stuttered into his warmth, the sound filthy and slick. Felix’s tongue swirled around you, teasing your head slowly. It was slow and mean and perfect all at the same time. He was toying with you but also giving you the reins, staring up at you alluringly yet with obedience clear in his eyes. You tugged on his locks, gentle yet firm. His nails dug into your hips as he hollowed his cheeks, urging you to go deeper. He looked sinful with his puffy lips wrapped around you, drool running down his chin. Felix was blissed out. His head was mush, his only thoughts being you. Your taste, your smell, the weight of you on his tongue. But most of all, the way you savoured him with your eyes. He was already half hard again from just that look. If he appreciated the intensity from your photoshoot, he loved this. He felt so small beneath you, and it made him ache, deep in his bones. He took you deeper and deeper until he almost gagged around you, eyebrows raised and gathered in a way that looked truly pathetic. 

“You’re so pretty like this, on your knees. God, you’re perfect.” 

You breathed out, almost choking as he swallowed around you. Felix whined through his nose, the praise making his head swim in ecstasy. With renewed vigour, he sped up. It was filthy, all spit and gagging as he took you as deep as he could. You groaned above him, lightly thrusting into his mouth which only made him try harder. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he bobbed on your cock. The sight of him pushed you close really quickly, thighs tensing under his hands. Your blood buzzed in your ears as you drowned in pleasure. 

“C-close. So good for me, fuck-”

You stuttered out, warning him and trying to tug him back. Felix refused, not backing off. You moaned louder than you ever have, body burning as you thrust into his wet heat and came. Felix whimpered around you, keeping you at the back of his throat as you pulsed. The tears fell freely down his cheeks. You panted, the waves of your orgasm slowly ebbing out. He pulled back and swallowed, licking his lips as he caught his breath. Felix looked perfectly fucked out. His face was red, covered in tears and drool with a lazy grin on his lips. You’d feel apologetic if he didn’t look so pleased. 

You patted his head with shaky hands, his hair a mess from the grip you had on it. He leaned into your touch as it helped ground him, slowly getting out of the haze. You smiled down at him and gripped his arms to hoist him up onto the chair. He sagged against it, his limbs heavy after everything. Looking at the rest of him, his front was covered in cum and sweat. You sighed softly and focused on the task at hand. With a clearer head, you hurried over to the bathroom with a mumbled “be right back”. You grabbed some napkins and wet them with warm water, wiping yourself off and tucking your cock back into your pants. You prepared some more tissues for Felix. You would have preferred a softer towel, but you had to make do. You quickly returned and knelt in front of him. With a gentle touch, you started cleaning him up. He hissed from sensitivity as you touched the more sore parts of him, but still appeared grateful. Once he was as clean as you’d get him without a shower, you looked up at him. The awkwardness had returned to you, feeling rather flustered after your encounter. 

“Are you okay?” 

You asked hesitantly. This time he actually chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. 

“I’m great. You?” 

“Me too.”

You smiled shyly. 

“I really want to work with you again.”

He hummed, blinking slowly. 

“Not just because of this-”

He gestured between the two of you.

“-but because you’re really talented. Please don’t get all awkward and refuse any future shoots with me, alright?” 

Felix actually mirrored your shyness for once. He was genuinely nervous that you might blacklist him or be too embarrassed to face him again. You took a deep breath and shook your head. 

“I won’t. I don’t think I can, you’re too perfect in front of the camera.”

You chuckled. He smiled.

Overstimulating Mingi while his arms and legs are restrained (Ateez)

Sunoo crying while you make him ride your strap, he hates having to do the work to get himself off (Enhypen)

Wonbin loves the way his latex gloves feel wrapped around his cock (Riize)

Mingyu loves sending you videos of him trying out the toys you buy him (Seventeen)

Spanking Yunho over your lap after be had been a brat all day (Ateez)

Jerking him off and playing with Doyoungs nipples (NCT)

Mark making a mess in his boxers (Got7)

Mark begging you to stop playing with his overstimulated cock (NCT)

Minghao finally agrees to be submissive for you (Seventeen)

Changbin humping your pillow because he couldn’t wait for you to come home (Stray Kids)

Teasing Soobin in public because he had been whining for your attention all evening (TXT)

Heeseung couldn’t stop himself from cumming untouched while you were helping him shave (Enhypen)