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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒊-𝒆𝒖𝒏:
How does he make love?
❥ Si-eun is incredibly observant and quiet. When he’s being gentle, his touch is light... almost delicate.
❥ He isn’t the type to say "I love you" a thousand times, but he will constantly check in, asking if you want to do this or if you like that. His tone remains flat, yet he can’t quite hide how nervous he actually is. His kisses are brief and precise, scattered across your face and the base of your throat.
❥ To him, oral sex is a way to study you. He needs to figure out the exact pressure and rhythm that pushes you over the edge. He takes mental notes of your physical reactions; it’s his way of ensuring your happiness.
❥ His favorite position for making love is a reclined cowgirl. He loves it when you’re on top but leaning down against his chest, burying your face in his neck and letting him take the lead.
❥ He’ll wrap his arms firmly around your waist, pinning you against him as he begins to sink into you, tilting his hips up with slow, deliberate thrusts.
❥ He’d say things like:
“You’re shaking.”
“Don’t pull away.”
“Do you like it like this?”
It’s all very logical, but whispered in his low voice, it feels incredibly intimate.
❥ Aftercare is the most important part for him, especially since he grew up feeling lonely and overlooked by his parents. Afterward, he’ll stay glued to your side, likely bringing you water or food without you even asking. He doesn't say much, but he’ll let you fall asleep on his chest while he silently strokes your hair.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ It doesnt happen often, it just doesn't align with his usual personality or the nature of your relationship.
❥ If he takes the initiative, it’s usually because he’s been under extreme pressure. He isnt angry with you, and he makes sure you know it’s not your fault... he just needs to burn off the pent-up adrenaline.
❥ If you take the initiative, its usually after he's had to fight to protect you. You simply find it hotter when your quiet boyfriend lets his more violent side slip through.
❥ If he’s jealous, he’ll be rougher in bed, though you’ll likely never know jealousy was the catalyst. Si-eun is guarded and a man of few words; he’d never admit to feeling insecure.
❥ Don’t expect cheap degradation, he’s too smart for that. Instead, he’ll say things that prove he knows you better than anyone:
“Did you really think you could pretend you don’t like this?”
He isn’t mocking you, he’s just exposing the truth of your desire with his signature coldness.
❥ The pace stays slow, but the force behind his thrusts increases. He knows exactly where to push to cause the most pleasure. He doesn’t like leaving marks (or being marked), but he might leave faint bruises from biting your shoulders.
❥ He’s fascinated by seeing you... his shy and quiet girlfriend, go completely irrational for him. He won’t overstimulate you until it hurts, but he’ll certainly keep going until you’re begging.
❥ Si-eun has deceptive physical stamina. Though he looks fragile, he can go for a long time without reaching his own peak.
❥ When he wants to go hard, he likes pinning you against the wall. It lets him move your body however he wants. His hands would be busy: one likely cupping your breast and the other gripping your hip firmly... never to actually hurt you, but to guide you.
𝑨𝒉𝒏 𝑺𝒖-𝒉𝒐:
How does he make love?
❥ When Su-ho decides to be gentle, everything slows down, as if time stops in his room. His touch is firm but warm, he loves tracing your body with his fingers, marvelling at how soft your skin is.
❥ He’ll whisper things like “You’re beautiful,” or just mutter your name in that signature deep voice of his. His kisses are slow and deeply calm, usually starting on your forehead and the tip of your nose before moving down to your neck.
❥ Since he’s always active, working or training, his stamina is enviable. He’ll touch you with technical precision, he needs to make sure you’re properly prepped because he hates the idea of causing you any unnecessary pain.
❥ He gives the best head of your life because he’s dedicated. He genuinely enjoys it because, to him, seeing you come is the ultimate win.
❥ Missionary is his favorite. Its simple, comfortable, and lets him control the depth... plus, he gets to look you in the eyes the whole time. He’ll stroke your face with his thumb while he’s inside you. He isnt much of a hair-puller during sweet moments, he prefers keeping you flushed against him.
❥ He’s a man of few but very direct words:
“Don’t stop.”
“Do that again for me.”
He keeps that playful, ironic tone he uses with his friends, so if he sees you’re totally lost in the pleasure, he might drop a smug: “Am I really that good?”
❥ Su-ho is fiercely protective, so afterward, he’ll wrap you in his arms or a blanket. He’s usually exhausted, so he’ll likely pass out as soon as he gets comfortable.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex with Su-ho doesn't come from a place of malice; he has a strong sense of justice and isn't abusive. It usually happens when built-up desire simply overflows.
❥ It’s rarely about jealousy since he’s quite confident, but if someone has been bothering you, that protective energy transforms into an overwhelming physical intensity in the bedroom.
❥ He won’t degrade you, but he will tease you:
“Is this what you wanted when you were looking at me like that earlier?”
“Bet you can’t handle much more.”
It’s a power play where he knows exactly which buttons to push.
❥ The pace is rough, fast, and passionate. Thanks to his martial arts training, his body control is incredible... he’s fast and strong, but never reckless. He does like leaving marks; he sees it as a silent way of marking his territory. But if you dont like it, he won’t do it.
❥ His stamina is legendary. He just doesnt get tired. Doggy style is his favorite for dominating you because it gives him the perfect angle to be rough. He loves the view and the ability to apply rhythmic force, using his hands to grip your hair or hold your hips. In this mode, he isn't there to cuddle, he’s there to claim.
𝑶𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒐𝒎-𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌:
How does he make love?
❥ Generally, Beom-seok is very gentle. His way of showing affection is almost painfully shy and needy.
❥ His touch is hesitant at first, as if he’s waiting for you to reject him or for things to turn sour. Once he feels secure, he lets go and caresses you without breaking eye contact. He loves hearing how good he makes you feel.
❥ He whispers things like “Dont leave me” or “You’re the only thing I have,” constantly seeking validation. His kisses are soft, concentrated on your hands or your neck.
❥ Beom-seok is surprisingly good at giving oral. He’s deeply obsessed with your taste. He does it to please you, but also because it makes him feel useful. There’s always a shadow of insecurity, worrying if he’s doing it well enough, but your reactions are usually enough to reassure him.
❥ His favorite position is missionary, but with him clinging to you tightly. He needs the eye contact and the feeling of your weight to convince himself that you’re choosing him.
❥ He’ll rarely grab your neck or hair when making love, those gestures remind him too much of the abuse he’s suffered.
❥ Afterward, he feels safest. He’ll stay wrapped around you in silence, likely hiding his face against your chest with a small smile.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex with Beom-seok doesn't usually stem from healthy passion, but from frustration or jealousy. If he feels sidelined or thinks you’ve paid attention to someone else, he will use sex to reaffirm that you belong to him.
❥ He’s the type to take out his daily pent-up rage on you. In these moments, he can become unrecognizable. He won’t use cruel insults, but he might mock your need for him as a way to project his own insecurities: “You know nobody else is ever going to love you like this, right?”
❥ The rhythm is erratic and a bit clumsy, driven by a mix of desire and anger. He likes leaving marks, especially bites or hickeys in visible places, to "mark his territory." There’s no romance here, it’s a physical manifestation of his anger at the world.
❥ In public, he wont show his jealousy. He’ll be quiet and distant. But in private, he becomes suffocating. Sex becomes a way to punish you for making him feel excluded.
❥ He’s prone to overstimulating you. He enjoys the physical control. He might even ignore your pleas to stop for a second, getting lost in the sensation of power that comes from having you at his mercy.
❥ His stamina is lower when he’s angry. The adrenaline and lack of emotional control mean he burns out faster than usual, leaving him vulnerable and sometimes immediatey regretful after he finishes. He prefers positions where he doesn't have to look you in the eye.
𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒃𝒊𝒏:
How does he make love?
❥ Yeong-bin has a very fragile ego. When he makes love to you, his primary goal is seeking your validation.
❥ His touch is possessive, he loves running his hands down your back and legs to feel like you are his. He’ll whisper things like “No one will ever love you like I do,” projecting his need for control. He actually enjoys it when you challenge him.
❥ His kisses are intense and a bit desperate. He is the kind of idiot who leaves marks on your neck just so everyone knows you were with him.
❥ He likes to finger you at a fast pace, watching your face constantly to ensure he has power over your pleasure. Honestly, he’s not a fan of giving oral and probably isn't good at it. You’d have to beg quite a bit for him to even consider it.
❥ His favorite position is the mating press, with your legs over his shoulders. He craves direct eye contact because he needs to see that he has your undivided attention.
❥ After, he is surprisingly clingy. He seeks refuge in you, snuggling up and letting you stroke his hair. Deep down, he’s terrified of being abandoned or humiliated. Once things calm down, he’ll offer you food or a shower. He hates when you have to leave, so he’ll playfully demand that you stay the night.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex with Yeong-bin happens when he’s had a bad day or feels humiliated by others. He takes it out on you to reclaim the sense of power he lost on the street or at school.
❥ He says very degrading things centered on his authority:
“Who’s in charge here?”
“Look at you, begging for more.”
❥ He’ll mock you if he notices you’re enjoying the roughness, using it to inflate his ego. He prefers you to be submissive in this mode; if you talk back, he’ll only get angrier.
❥ The pace is unpredictable. At first, he’ll go slow just to make you wait. Then he’ll become rough and erratic. It’s a pure display of force. He loves leaving bite marks or finger bruises... to him, they’re trophies of his dominance.
❥ When he’s jealous, he’s the type to wrap an arm around your neck in a suffocating way to mark his territory in front of others. In private, that jealousy translates to extremely possessive sex. He enjoys pushing you to your limit and then stopping just to watch you beg.
𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐-𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈:
How does he make love?
❥ It doesn’t happen often, but when he lets his guard down, Woo-young treats you like his only safe haven. His touch is firm, and his hands, usually balled into fists, open up to trace your jawline with agonizing slowness.
❥ He’ll tell you things like “Stay like this,” or “Just look at me.” It’s possessive, but in a soft way. His kisses are deep, like he’s finally catching his breath.
❥ He is fairly neutral about giving oral, but since you told him you like it, he’s determined to be the best at it. Plus, he’s realized it’s a great way to relax you so you can take him more easily later.
❥ He’ll masturbate you with a steady rhythm, watching your face to see exactly what makes you lose it. He’ll start with one finger and slowly add more, testing how much you can take.
❥ He likes any position that allows for maximum body contact. He loves missionary for the control, spooning so he can whisper in your ear, and he loves it when you mount him so he can hold you. He just needs to confirm your attention is 100% on him.
❥ While he’s inside you, he’ll interlock his fingers with yours against the pillow or hold your face. He never lets go. He loves telling you how much he likes you, but in a rougher way:
“You’re incredible.”
“Look at what you’re like for me.”
❥ Aftercare wasn't a thing for him until he met you. Now, he finds it vital, though he’d never admit it. He feels vulnerable after making love, so he’ll bury his face in your neck for minutes at a time.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex usually stems from frustration. Woo-young has a serious problem with losing. If he’s had a bad day or felt inferior, he’ll use that fire in bed to feel powerful again.
❥ In this mode, he is a natural teaser. He’ll ask if you can keep up with his pace or if you’re ready to give up yet. He’ll tease you about your moans:
“Is that all you can handle?”
“Are you going to come that fast?”
❥ It’s not cruel, just a playful superiority that drives you crazy. The rhythm is rough and passionate, almost like he’s sparring with you.
❥ He’s fascinated by leaving marks. Bite marks on your collarbones or finger marks on your hips so that, the next day, you remember exactly who you belong to.
❥ When he’s jealous, his silent and dangerous vibe doesn't change... it just intensifies in the bedroom. He becomes much more vocal about the fact that you are his.
❥ He loves making you beg for an orgasm and will demand that you do so, threatening to pull out and leave you hanging. He’s never actually done it, but you’re not about to test him.
❥ His stamina actually increases when he’s rough. He can go for several rounds without losing intensity.
❥ When he’s in this mood, he wants you on your knees. He’ll use one hand to grip your hair and guide you. It gives him total control over your body. He’ll tilt your head back to make you look at him, relishing the sight of your flushed face and arched back, knowing he’s the one who put you there.
𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑯𝒖-𝒎𝒊𝒏:
How does he make love?
❥ Baku is all pure love and warmth. With you, he’s incredibly careful, as if he’s terrified of breaking you with his large hands. His caresses are slow and steady; he loves tracing the line of your shoulders and back.
❥ He’ll whisper how much he adores you and how lucky he feels to have you. His kisses are deep, but he loves peppering your forehead and the tip of your nose with them between soft chuckles.
❥ He loves giving oral. It’s in his nature to be service-oriented with the people he loves. He’ll stop every now and then just to look you in the eyes and make sure you’re okay. To him, prepping you properly is an extension of taking care of you, but he ends up enjoying it as much as you do because seeing your pleasure is his greatest reward.
❥ He doesn't have a favorite position, anything where he can face you works. He craves eye contact and constant physical proximity.
❥ He loves the feeling of your breath against his neck... it always makes him smile. He’ll use his hands to cup your cheeks and tuck your hair behind your ears with a tenderness he shows no one else.
❥ He says sweet, slightly clumsy things like, "You're so amazing," or "I can't believe you're actually here with me." He’s very vocal about how much he admires you.
❥ During aftercare, he’ll carry you to the bathroom, help you clean up, and then wrap his arms around you like a human shield. He’ll likely order takeout, and you’ll fall asleep cuddled up while binge-watching a series.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ When it happens, it’s never out of malice. Baku is deeply compassionate and would never take out external frustrations on you.
❥ Rough sex usually happens when he’s afraid of losing you... maybe after a heavy fight or when he sees that look of mixed anger and pity on your face after he’s been hurt in a brawl. It’s a release of raw, passionate energy.
❥ He’s not the type to degrade you, even then, but he will tease you about how much you tremble under him or how your eyes roll back. "Look at you... did you really need me that badly?" he’d murmur with an arrogant but lustful smirk.
❥ The pace is rough, passionate and powerful. However, there’s always a hint of romance in the way he seeks you out for a kiss in the middle of the chaos.
❥ And yes, he absolutely loves leaving marks all over your body. Baku is territorial but not toxic. In intimacy, he becomes much more dominant and possessive, claiming every inch of your skin to remind you who you belong to.
❥ He has incredible stamina and uses it to overstimulate you, he wants to see how much you’ll beg. But if he senses you’re actually in pain or truly distressed, his protective instinct kicks in immediately, and he’ll stop to comfort you.
❥ His favorite position for going rough is prone bone. He loves heavy body contact, pinning you down and taking you from behind. He’ll use his free hands to cup a breast or tilt your jaw back to force you to look at him.
𝑮𝒐 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏-𝒕𝒂𝒌:
How does he make love?
❥ Gotak is a ball of energy in daily life, but in bed, he’s surprisingly attentive. His absolute priority is making sure you feel cared for. His touch is warm and heavy with affection. He’ll whisper things like: "You're safe with me," or "You're the best thing I've got."
❥ His kisses are slow and deep, always lingering on your forehead or neck.
❥ He touches you with a playful curiosity, watching every reaction to learn exactly what makes you tick. He’s incredibly proud of his oral skills. If you finish just from his tongue, his ego hits the roof, and he’ll give you the most radiant smile in the world.
❥ He loves it when you mount him. First, because he needs to see you... Gotak is all about that visual connection. He also loves the skin-to-skin contact. Finally, he likes giving you control at the start, only to take it back once you’re tired.
❥ Afterward, you both usually pass out instantly from exhaustion. Aftercare for him is simply tangled limbs and deep sleep.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ This happens fairly often, mostly because Gotak has a short fuse and you often offer to let him "take it out on you." He hates that phrase, but he loves what it leads to: hours of intense sex.
❥ He isn't the type to use cruel degradation, but he’ll talk back: "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" or "I bet you can't handle much more than this."
❥ Gotak has incredible tenacity, so the rhythm will be fast and unrelenting. He loves leaving marks, though he keeps them in places only the two of you can see.
❥ If he’s jealous, he gets very physical and much more possessive. He’ll claim you with a force that ensures the other person’s name is the last thing on your mind.
❥ Overstimulating you isn't always intentional, it’s often just a byproduct of how long it takes him to reach his own peak. You’ll be going until your legs give out and he’s still not tired.
❥ His favorite position for rough sex is from behind... whether it’s against a wall, over his desk or on all fours. He just loves the sight and feel of his body slamming against yours. He’ll grab your hair to pull your head back for a rough kiss or grip your hips so you can’t escape his pace.
𝑮𝒆𝒖𝒎 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒋𝒆:
How does he make love?
❥ Just because he’s being "gentle" doesn't mean he’s going to be soft. It just means he takes his time to analyze your reactions. He studies your body and uses that knowledge to make you lose your mind.
❥ His touch is slow and provocative. During foreplay, he simply cannot keep his hands still. He’s not one for traditional sweet talk; instead, he’ll whisper how much he loves being the only one who gets to see you like this.
❥ His kisses are deep and possessive, mostly concentrated on your neck and jawline... marking his territory while enjoying the skin-to-skin contact.
❥ When he touches you, it’s with a torturous calm. He can spend minutes just teasing you, watching every reaction. He’ll often demand you say things like, "I'm yours."
❥ I don't think he’s naturally a fan of giving oral, but he’d give in without hesitation if you asked. You’ll have to teach him exactly what you like, and luckily, he’s a fast learner. His favorite part? Hearing you beg for more and watching his glasses fog up.
❥ His favorite position is having you on top. After the oral, he’ll let out a tired sigh and sit back against the headboard. He loves the visual of your chest against his face. He’ll smirk like an idiot when you take his face in your hands and smother him.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex is more frequent and usually follows a fight. It’s not about hate, but he needs to release that savage intensity to feel alive.
❥ His words get sharp. He’ll tease you and can be slightly degrading in a playful way that baits you into challenging him. If you push back in a way he doesn't like, though, he gets genuinely riled up.
❥ The pace is fast, passionate, and absolutely draining. He alternates between violent thrusts and a torturous slowness. He loves edging you just to see how much you can take before you break and beg to come.
❥ He loves leaving evidence: bite marks on your shoulders and finger-shaped bruises on your thighs that last for days.
❥ If he’s jealous in public, he’s cold and dismissive, keeping a heavy hand on your waist to mark his territory. In private, that coldness vanishes and turns into hours of sex that leave you on the verge of tears, ignoring your pleas to stop just so he can push you through one climax after another.
❥ He has superhuman stamina. He doesn't tire... in fact, the more you struggle, the more energy he seems to get. His favorite position is doggy style, but he’ll pin your hips down to keep you as flat as possible against the bed. He’ll grab your hair to force you to look back at him or grip your neck to remind you who’s in control.
𝑵𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒆𝒌-𝒋𝒊𝒏:
How does he make love?
❥ When Baek-jin decides to be gentle, his usual coldness shifts into a meticulous focus on every inch of your skin. His touch isn't random, his long fingers glide over your collarbones and thighs as if he’s memorizing your anatomy.
❥ He leaves lingering kisses on the curve of your neck while whispering how perfect you are for him.
❥ He finds a quiet satisfaction in making you lose your composure. He takes all the time in the world with oral and manual play, ensuring you’re more than ready for him.
❥ Missionary is his favorite, but he’ll always ask you to wrap your legs around his waist to pull you closer. He insists on uninterrupted eye contact. While he thrusts rhythmically and deep, he will interlace his fingers with yours or cradle your face, forcing you to look at him as he confirms you are his.
❥ Words are scarce but heavy with meaning. He’ll praise your body’s response in a low, raspy tone, telling you how much he loves how receptive you are only for him.
❥ Aftercare is an extension of his need for order and protection. He’ll wrap you in the sheets or carry you to the bath with a delicacy that contrasts sharply with his public persona.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex isn't a daily occurrence, he usually vents his frustrations elsewhere. But if someone has tried to get too close to you, the "inevitable" is coming. He won't make a scene in public... he will just watch you with a glacial intensity that warns you the real conversation will happen behind closed doors.
❥ His rhythm is slow and punishing, a way to remind you who has absolute authority in the relationship. He uses his stamina to keep you on the edge, ignoring your pleas for him to go faster.
❥ He enjoys how your body shakes under his. He’s an expert at orgasm control, stopping the moment you’re about to peak just to watch your face contort in frustration. He’ll keep you in that state of absolute need until he decides you’ve learned your lesson.
❥ He prefers doggy style or any position where he can pin you down firmly. He loves the sight of your arched back and your hands immobilized against the mattress, using his strength to set a rough, breathless pace.
𝑩𝒂𝒆𝒌 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒉𝒂:
How does he make love?
❥ When he’s gentle, his mocking attitude turns into hypnotic focus. He treats you with unexpected delicacy, tracing your skin with his fingertips. His words are slow, whispered promises about how much you belong to him.
❥ His kisses are deep and show a devotion he’d never reveal in public. He’ll focus on the corners of your mouth and the arch of your neck, wanting to show you he only has eyes for you.
❥ Foreplay is essential. He enjoys the patience of prepping you, watching your face with that signature smirk, though this time it’s softened with genuine affection. He loves the power he has over your pleasure.
❥ Missionary is his favorite because of the eye contact and the ability to pin your hands above your head. He loves feeling your heartbeat against his and having one hand free to caress your cheek while telling you how beautiful you look when you're about to come.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex with him is intense. Forget any trace of tenderness. It usually happens because of accumulated tension or a spike in jealousy. He needs to re-establish his possession over you in a physical, overwhelming way.
❥ His language turns much cruder. He’ll mock how much you love the roughness and use degrading talk, calling you his "slut" or reminding you that no one else knows you like he does. He loves seeing you lose control and uses it to tease you further.
❥ The pace is relentless, it feels like he’s hammering you into the mattress. The only "romance" you’ll get is a bite on the shoulder or marks hidden where only the two of you know they exist.
❥ He is toxic to the point of getting into physical altercations with anyone who flirts with you. In private, that energy means the control is entirely his. He’ll overstimulate you until you’re begging for him to stop.
❥ Since he’s used to fighting and staying on his feet, he can go for hours without flagging. His favorite positions are doggy style or against a wall, where he can see your whole body and keep a firm grip on your hair or neck.
You play a popular game you found on social media that you play with your partner, and you think it's the perfect way to get Seong-je's half-assed attention. One applies the chapstick, and the other must guess the flavor through a kiss.
Warnings: Language, nsfw content, fingering
Word Count: 1.3k
Notes: I'm currently working on requests! I've been gone for so long, but I promise I'll lock in now.
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Seong-je snuck through your window a little over two hours ago. He's leaned up against your headboard, one leg thrown over yours, while the other is propped up. He's currently playing on your console, curses quietly flowing past his lips as he mashes the buttons on your controller.
"Shit...little fucker is probably playing on his brother's account. We all know you aren't level 420, ugly little shit." he curses, eating the chocolate-covered acai and blueberries he got for you.
The reason why Seong-je was even over was because you had sent him a photo of a cute dress you had found at the thrift store. As pretty as it was, it was incredibly short. You thought that maybe if you provoked him, he'd come over and finally give you the attention you've been craving.
Instead, he's in your bed, eating the snacks he bought for you and playing on your console like a bum.
"Seong-je." you nudge him.
"Hm." he hums, not looking away from your TV.
You stare at him a little longer, waiting to see if he'd ask for the follow-up, but he was clearly occupied. You roll your eyes and lie on your side, turning away from him. You scroll on your phone, liking videos your friends had posted, when you remember why you invited him over.
You came across a cute trend where couples guess Chapstick flavors by kissing each other, taste-testing each flavor. You quickly sit back up, stretching your body over his lap as you reach into your bedside table. You pull out the chapstick packaging of several flavors you found at some cheap dollar store.
Right as Seong-je finishes his game, you face him, sitting with your legs crossed. You push the chapstick into his hands.
Seong-je looks down at his lap, thinking you got him a gift, only to see the cheap knock-off brands of chapstick. Hershey, Skittles, Strawberry, Cola, etc.
"What are you, a kid? What is this?" he tears the packaging open, picking up the Redbull flavor. "This is the equivalent of when you go shopping at Bath and Body Works and only get those nasty food-scented perfumes."
You frown. "You told me you liked my strawberry poundcake."
"I lied."
You gather the tiny cylinders in your hands, putting them in your lap.
"I wanna play the Chapstick game. I saw it on TikTok." you urge.
Seong-je thinks for a second before he nods once. "The game where you guess all the flavors and shit? I've seen that before."
"Yes!" you exclaim excitedly. "Okay, so you know the rules. Come on, put that down. Let's play."
He sighs, placing your controller down and sitting up. "Alright, Princess. Let's play."
"I'm going first. Close your eyes!"
The edge of Seong-je's mouth quirks up into a smirk as he reluctantly shut his eyes. You pick a random flavor in the pile of many flavors, lathering your lips with it.
"Okay, open!"
He opens his eyes. Now, to guess. He leans in, tilting your chin upwards towards him. His lips meet yours, prompting your eyes to close in bliss. He deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip before he abruptly pulls back.
"That shit tastes like lizard ankles."
You laugh, concealing the true flavor in your clenched hand.
"No, that's not a guess."
He leans back, wiping his mouth. "That's got to be like, slime or something."
"It's Sprite."
"That was sprite...?" he asked in disbelief, looking at the flavor you presented to him.
"Okay, it's your turn. Pick one." You close your eyes, waiting patiently.
You can hear Seong-je rustling through the flavors before finally picking one. He doesn't tell you he's done, nor does he tell you to open your eyes. He just slams his lips against yours, pushing you down towards the bed. You let out an involuntary moan, hand sliding up his chest as you try to taste the flavor on his lips.
Seong-je's teeth bite down on your tongue, causing you to gasp out in pain. He smiles down at you, relishing in the pain he inflicted on you. You look up at him through your lashes, licking your lips, trying to taste the flavor.
"Is it...Cola?"
Seong-je gave you a tight-lipped smile, shaking his head. He placed his hand on your chest, squeezing your breast shamelessly.
"Nope. That's wrong, Princess." his hand trails down. "For every answer you get wrong, my hand will go lower."
Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his large, calloused hand slide down your stomach.
"Liquorice?" you guess, rubbing your thighs together.
"Nope." he huffs, hand now rubbing your lower belly. "One more guess."
"Pepsi?"
Seong-je sighs, giving you a moment to process the silence before slipping his hand past the waistband of your underwear.
"Three guesses, and you got them all wrong, Baby." he smiles, palm sliding down your freshly shaven skin. "You've lost."
You let out a whimper, wrapping your hand around the wrist of the hand buried in your underwear. His lips find your neck, his free hand angling your head backwards.
"This isn't...fair," you protest. "This isn't how you play the game."
Seong-je's kisses turned into nips as his fingers found their way towards your entrance. His free hand hooks underneath your knee, spreading your legs so he'd have more access.
His fingers, playing in your heat, finally dip into your aching entrance, relieving you of the emptiness that had been bothering you all day. You gasp, burying your mouth in the palm of your hand. He must've forgotten your parents are still home.
You grind your hips against his hand as his fingers curl against your g-spot, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
"Right there," Seong-je speaks to himself, making a mental note of where you like it best.
The rolls of chapstick were long forgotten, some across your floor after they had rolled off the bed. You were hot, and the room felt like it was closing in on you with each passing minute. You clench around his fingers, embarrassed that it didn't take you long to get close.
"Already?" he laughs, his other hand gripping your knee, making sure you kept your legs spread, while the other pumped two fingers inside of you. "That's even quicker than last time."
Your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. Your whimpers progressed into moans as each pump brought you closer to the edge, and it didn't help that he added another finger.
The hallway light flickered on, followed by the sounds of footsteps. Your parents.
"Honey?" your mother's voice calls out, startling you. "Are you still awake?"
Your body goes stiff at the sound of her voice. You try to get Seong-je to stop, but a wicked grin formed on his face. He curled his three fingers around your weak spot, making your back arch.
"Careful now," Seong-je warns with that shit-eating grin. "Don't wanna be too loud, now do we?"
You stare at your boyfriend in betrayal, coughing in your hand to mask a moan.
"I was studying, Mom. I'm going to bed now." You lie easily.
The light eventually shuts off, making your body relax. You're filled with ecstasy and relief as you clench around him, feeling the knot tie in your lower belly. His fingers come to a slow stop, coated in your liquids.
You breathe heavily, chest heaving as the ceiling of your bedroom spins in your vision. While you slowly come back down to Earth, Seong-je rubs your thigh with his thumb, bringing his coated hand towards his mouth.
He sucks his fingers off, not once breaking his glare on you.
── .✦ pairings: Yeon Sieun. Ahn Suho. Oh Beomseok. Park Humin. Go Hyuntak. Kang Wooyoung. Geum Seongje. Na Baekjin. Baek Dongha. Do Seongmok. Jeon Yeongbin. Yeongi x gn!reader
contains. fluff. whc characters showing possessiveness when they get jealous. rude!Gotak. everyone else is sweet (I have one sided beef with him for a while — idk why) wuhluhwuh
warnings. none wc. 1.9k
note. we are back on track. thanks to everyone for 1.5k!! let’s see if I still got it
YEON SIEUN
likes having you sit on his desk when you’re talking to someone
“You totally did cheat, though.”, you half-heartedly accused your class-mate, a little envious to see him achieve a higher grade than you.
He just shook his head as he explained to you one more time how hard he’d been studying.
Sieun was characteristically quiet behind you, just the faint shuffle of papers gaining your attention. You whirled around to see the space he’s made for you by swiping all his workbooks to the side so you could sit.
You pointed him a look but he kept his head down. With a light chuckle, you planted your palms on the wood and heaved yourself up to sit, legs bouncing in the air. “It makes sense that Sieun gets better grades cause he’s smarter than all of us together, but you on the other hand..”, you trailed, glimpsing at your boyfriend to see a subtle lift in the corner of his lips as he continued rehearsing his vocabulary.
AHN SUHO
arm around your shoulder
You were casually chatting up a guy from your class, asking him for details about his sneakers because Suho’s birthday was coming up and you thought that the shoes would be a nice fit on him.
“It’d be cool if you could just send me the link.”, you suggested, jumping as a heavy arm ranked around your shoulders.
“What are we talking about?” Your boyfriend’s voice sounded casual, yet his demeanour was everything but, the act itself an obvious display of belonging. “Nothing.”, you just quipped, motioning with your head for the classmate to dip.
He obliged, muttering a quick goodbye, and instantly Suho’s grip around you loosened, the tick in his jaw still very evident to you.
OH BEOMSEOK
holds your hand, fidgets with your ring
Your head rested casually on Beomseok’s shoulder, eyes fixed on Yeongbin, half listening to a story you’ve heard before. His gaze kept snapping towards you while he was talking, adding substitute to the tale, hands motioning.
Beomseok was following his friend’s eyes, the hint of a glare sparkling in his own as he dropped his hand to lie next to yours, casually grabbing it before interlacing his fingers with yours. „You okay?“, you asked him in a whisper, but he just hummed.
A light tickle against your middle finger had you glimpse down, a smile tugging on your lips as you watched him roll your ring between his fingers.
PARK HUMIN (BAKU)
back hug
The evening had just set, light gusts of wind tugging on your clothes as you threw another ball, biting your lip in concentration. You held your breath as the basketball bounced against the basket’s board, swirling one round against the rim before dipping right in, the net carefully guiding the rubber ball back to the ground.
A cheer erupted from around you, your friends impressed by your first score. You jumped in excitement. Gotak was the first to close the distance, giving you a high five as he grinned down on you.
Baku, on the other hand, engulfed you in a hug, both arms draped around your front as he pressed your back into his chest.
Your heart skipped a beat at that, the embrace pushing the air out your lungs.
GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)
drapes his jacket around your shoulders
You checked your phone for a new message, but there was still none from your boyfriend. You sighed, leaning back on your chair.
The sun had dipped low but the heat still radiated off it, gleamy rays of light swathing you in. You had agreed to meet up at this convenience store but it looked like Gotak was running late, so you rose from the chair and padded back into the store.
When Gotak had finally arrived, seemingly a little out of breath — hinting that he had run to get there faster, you were too indulged in your conversation with the clerk to notice his arrival. And you were laughing.
Gotak stepped up to you with his jaw clenched, startling you as he tossed his jacket over your shoulders. Your head snapped back to him at once, smile faltering as you took in his expression.
“I’m not exactly cold.”, you let him know, tugging on the polyester as you tried to pull it off, but Gotak wasn’t having that, pulling it tighter around your body as he placed a hand on your lower back.
“I didn’t exactly ask.”
KANG WOOYOUNG
got you a necklace with his initials on it
Wooyoung‘s gaze was burning holes into your skin, but you refused to look over to him, a smile tugging on your lips.
The guy in front of you was on an even level with you since you were sitting on the kitchen table, originally waiting for your friend to return from the bathroom, so your group could head to the club (cause house parties are just pre-game).
It took less than two minutes for a guy to approach but less than one for your boyfriend to come up. The guy in front of you startled as Wooyoung had appeared, yet he refused to leave.
The skin on your neck tingled where his fingers brushed your hair to the side, the fluoroscent light catching the metal acronym in a gleamy glow. KW.
The other guy‘s expression dropped as he put two and two together, spinning on his heels to approach someone else.
„You‘re so lame.“, you cooed, affection laced in every word.
GEUM SEONGJE
pulls you to sit on his lap
Ever since Seongje had lent you his Wii-U, he hadn’t seen the device anywhere besides your hands.
You couldn’t help it, the games were too good and the endless opportunities to play a 1v1 was just appealing to your competetive spirit.
You were enthralled in your game and Seongje barely paid attention to you, just pointing you a quick glance as he saw you standing right before the seat instead of just sitting down. (It was getting too heated — you had to stand to win).
As you let out a laugh, throwing your head back slightly, you re-gained his attention. He ripped his headphones down to his neck as he inspected your screen. He had assumed your airpods were due to listening to the soundtrack, not for chatting.
“Who-“, he cut himself — you couldn’t hear him either way.
He huffed, wrapping both hands around your hips to pull you down on his lap. You barely reacted, eyes locked on the tiny screen. He wrapped his hands around you and brought his ear next to you, trying to filter out a voice from the spill of soundtrack spilling out the buds. He couldn’t really make out any voices, except-. There. A laugh. Rich and loud. That one friend of yours.
He clicked his tongue, leaning back in his seat before returning his attention back on the game he forgot to pause.
NA BAEKJIN
death stare at whoever you’re talking with + physical barrier
You were scrolling Tiktok on Baekjin’s couch, casually sprawled onto the leather as you swiped to the next video, unwitting to the volume that was pulsing out of the speaker.
Baekjin fixed you with a stare, but merely shook his head as you kept scrolling, oblivious. Then the door snapped open and a few guys you couldn’t place spilled inside. Like it was your cue, you rose from your position and padded over to your boyfriend, putting your body behind his chair like it was shielding you from the encounter.
Whatever the guys wanted, was a matter of a few minutes and as soon as they left, you tucked your chin on Baekjin’s shoulder, placing a quick peck on the side of his face.
Back in the days he would jut his chin towards you or wave you over but over the time you had learned to distance yourself from anyone who came through that door.
With a stretch of your limbs you rose back up, heading for your usual spot, but your boyfriend grabbed your wrist to halt you in your step.
“Lower the volume.”
BAEK DONGHA
hand on your waist
There was a new food truck in your city, offering stuff you hadn’t seen outside your phone before, so naturally you had to try.
Dongha was on the phone beside you, discussing some union-related business, as it was your turn. You stepped up, placing your order and when you looked up and met a familiar face, you laughed. The vendor was a classmate of yours.
Dongha’s head whirled towards you, eyebrows knitted as his gaze darted from you to the uniformed guy.
Without further ado, he ranked one arm around you, hand digging into your hip as he continued the phone call, smiling proudly hence you didn’t even react to the possessive act.
DO SEONGMOK
hand in your front pocket
“He’ll be here any minute.”, you assured your boyfriend, earning a silent nod. Just as you lowered your arm, your phone’s screen lit up with a new notification.
“He’s here.” Your eyes were scanning the place, craning your neck to look past people, hoping to catch a glimpse of your friend.
A tap on your shoulder had you whirl into the opposite direction, lips split into a smile as you recognised the familiar face. He held his notebook to you with his arm stretched, but your fingers merely graced the paperback before a big hand slipped into the front pocket of your jeans.
Seongmok pulled you back against his chest with a light grab on your thigh, his fingers raising goosebumps across the same path as the cold seeped through the thin layer of cotton that seperated the denim from your skin.
He used his free hand to grab the notebook off your friend, nodding once as he held it to your chest for you to grab.
JEON YEONGBIN
head on your lap
Yeongbin was half asleep when you stumbled into your own room, doing a double take as you caught him sprawled on your sheets, face buried in your pillow.
„I can‘t give you attention, right now.“, you sneered. „I have a group project.“ Yeongbin groaned at that, lifting his head just enough to look at you.
„Invite them over.“
You didn‘t really see any reason as to not do it, preferring your home to any cafe.
Your project partners arrived shortly after and you immediately got to work. Yeongbin causally greeted the people he knew from shared classes or the hallway, but found himself irritated every time someone hogged your attention. In his mind they were feigning needing something.
You were sitting cross legged on your bed while the rest of the group had occupied a spot on your carpet, only one of them bold enough to sit in your chair, spinning around every once in a while.
Yeongbin was laying behind you, casually coming up behind you until he could nestle on your side, dipping his head to rest it on your thigh. Your hand found his hair immediately, fingers intertwined in his hair as you started to caress his scalp.
This way you wouldn’t stand up again.
YEONGI
making you crowd her space
You were sitting on your desk, casually chatting up a classmate when Yeongi returned from the bathroom. Her eyes narrowed immediately at the sight of you talking to someone else than her.
She stalked over to you in a few strides, coming to a halt right before you, but as your friend glanced at her in a confused matter, you kept taking, wrapping you legs around her torso as you pulled her back against your chest, tucking your chin on her shoulder.
The bell announced the end of the break and you all moved from your clusters to get back at your assigned seats. As you loosened your grip on your girlfriend, she turned to you with a scowl.
“Don’t talk to other people.”
“Leave me alone.”, you pressed through a chuckle, lightly kicking at her before sliding down the desk and heading for your chair.
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summary: you and sieun weren’t really childhood friends. your mothers were friends, and naturally, you were forced to play together. after his parents’ divorce and your family moving to the states, you never saw each other again, which didn’t really bother you. you and sieun reunite when you move back to south korea, and you think to yourself, when did you get hot?
warning(s): reader has mommy issues, 18+, MDNI, explicit content, smut, female masturbation, fingering, virgin!reader, virgin!sieun, mentions of multiple sex acts, mentions of protected sex, soft dom!sieun, neighbours to fuckbuddies to lovers
author’s notes: all characters are aged up to 18+. this takes place post-whc2. divider is made by the talented @saradika-graphics! fair warning, i didn't take physics for my a-levels, so i have no idea if what they're studying is accurate.
You were six years old when you met Yeon Sieun for the first time. Your mother and his mother had been friends in college, and they recently reconnected after your family moved into his neighbourhood. Naturally, they arranged playdates for you and him. You didn’t mind since he wasn’t loud and annoying like the other boys in school who pulled on your pigtails. He was content with your idea of fun: studying and, at most, reading books together.
When you were eleven years old, his parents divorced, and Sieun moved out to live with his father in another part of Seoul. Meanwhile, your father announced that he had received a promotion and that you would be moving to the United States.
There was no dramatic farewell scene. No promises of reaching out to each other. After all, to each other, you and Sieun were just the children of your mother’s friend.
Seven years later, you were moving back to Seoul for your senior year of high school. Your parents had enrolled you in Buil Girls’ High School.
“Honey, you remember Aunt Hyejin, right?” Your mother eagerly told you. “It turns out we’re going to be living right next door to her and her son. You used to play with him all the time.”
“Because we were the only kids there.” You thought. Clearly, your mother still favoured Yeon Sieun.
“I heard he’s ranked first in his school. You should ask him to tutor you.”
You tried to refute her, “My grades are fine.”
“She got that award back in New York.” Your father chipped in.
“The standards are different here in Seoul.” She argued back. “She could always do better.”
You didn’t try to defend yourself. It was always like this with her. When other parents would praise their kids for scoring over 90%, your mother asked why you didn’t get the rest of the questions right. Maybe that was why you weren’t keen on being friends with Yeon Sieun. You didn’t like how easily he received her praise when you had to fight for it.
Later that night, you found yourself looking at a framed photo of you and Sieun. You were both only eight years old at the time, and your mothers practically forced you to pose together. Both of you had permanent scowls on, and you faintly remembered your mother scolding you afterwards for your rude behaviour.
Looking back, you admitted that Sieun was a cute kid. If he didn’t have such an antisocial personality, the neighbourhood aunties would have adored him. You were faintly reminded of your younger brother who was nine years younger than you, although he certainly wasn’t as studious as your childhood playmate.
You admitted the made-up rivalry was rather one-sided, but you were just a kid back then. It was just easier to think of him as the enemy rather than admitting that your mother didn’t see your worth.
You shook your head. There was no use lamenting over your childhood rival. You have matured since then. Well, at least you hoped so.
You put the framed photo down and flopped down on your bed. There were still a couple of boxes left unpacked, but you will get to them later. You had more important business to do.
You pulled out your phone and logged into your Tumblr account through the app. You scrolled through your For You page, where various fanfics of your favourite idols and drama characters filled the screen. You clicked on a Yeonjun fic that piqued your interest.
trope: childhood friends to lovers
warning(s): 18+, explicit content, oral sex…
The list of kinks went on as you blushed at how extreme they became, even though you had encountered all kinds of fanfics on Tumblr. One might say that most of your sexual knowledge came from the app, even though you were a virgin who hadn’t even seen a cock outside of porn. However, it didn’t mean you weren’t curious about sex. You just didn’t have the chance to explore when most of your time was dedicated towards your academics and extracurricular activities.
As you read about Yeonjun fingering the reader, you slipped your hand underneath your pants and started slowly mimicking his actions. You played with your clit for a few moments before finally pushing a finger inside yourself when you felt a familiar slick lubricating your vaginal walls. As the reader was reaching her climax, you felt yourself nearly achieving the same peak, and you were going to insert another finger to finish the deal when suddenly, you heard rapid raps against your bedroom door.
“___! Hurry and get ready!” Your mother knocked a few more times. “Aunt Hyejin invited us to dinner in thirty minutes.”
“Why is your door always locked?” You heard her mutter as she walked away to inform your little brother.
You let out a heavy, unsatisfied groan. You pulled your hand out from your pants, the once euphoric sensation long gone by your mother’s squawking. You really couldn’t wait until you were in college and living on your own, where you didn’t have to worry about nosy family members ruining your orgasms.
You stripped off your shirt and shorts, and even changed your underwear as they were sticky and clinging to your core. You changed into a sensible dress that reached down to your knees. You quickly got your makeup done, opting for a simple look so that you didn’t look like a raccoon with your dark circles.
Like always, you and family were early as your mother insisted on departing early despite living next door to Aunt Hyejin. Sieun’s mother didn’t seem to mind as she warmly greeted you.
“You’ve really grown up, ___!” She marvelled at the sight of you. “It feels just like yesterday, you and Sieun were playing on the swings.”
“I’m sure Sieun has grown up, too!” Your mother chuckled. “Where is your son, by the way?”
“He was hanging out with his friends, but he should be home anytime soon.”
Your parents started chatting with Aunt Hyejin about your childhood while you retreated to the living room with your brother.
“Noona, who’s Sieun?” He asked while you were helping him beat a particularly difficult level of Super Mario Party. You suddenly remembered that he was only two years old when you moved to the US, and probably didn’t have many memories of Seoul, much less Yeon Sieun.
“He’s Aunt Hyejin’s son. He and I used to play together.”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“Absolutely not.” You immediately answered. The last time you saw Sieun, he was thin with wobbly knees. He looked like a breeze could blow him over. Man, he was a total nerd.
“Eomma, I’m home.” You heard a deep voice call out.
“Sieun-ah, welcome home!” His mother greeted him, blocking your view of him from the couch. “You remember Aunt Minsook, right? ___’s here, too!”
She moved out of the way, and your brain promptly stopped working when you first saw Yeon Sieun in seven years.
He was no longer the gangly kid you remembered him as. While he wasn’t tall, he was still a few inches taller than you. His skin was a light tan, not the smooth alabaster desired by society, but it suited him. He didn’t look as pale and sickly as he used to. He was as handsome as any idol, with a flawless complexion and a sharp jawline people would kill for. His lips, although slightly chapped, were plump and, for a second, you imagined what they would feel like trailing every inch of your body.
Only a single thought ran through your mind.
“Yeon Sieun, when did you get hot?”
You never really understood why the childhood-friends-to-lovers trope was so popular. Kids never hide anything from each other, including their gross and embarrassing habits. You shuddered at the idea of falling for one of the neighbourhood boys who used to eat their boogers.
Granted, Sieun never did any of that stuff, but still.
After you got over your brain fart, you stammered out a mumbled greeting while hiding behind a curtain of hair, trying to hide your flushed face.
It was ridiculous. It wasn’t like this was the first time you ever saw a handsome boy face-to-face.
Well, you’ve never actually faced someone with idol-like visuals, but still. You were more mature than this. More evolved than this. Yes, Yeon Sieun was a very attractive man, but he is still a man.
So why haven’t you been able to meet his eyes when he was conveniently sitting across from you at dinner? Why couldn’t you let out anything more than a mousey squeak when he asked you to pass the potatoes?
Your mother looked at you, disapproving of your quiet demeanour. She cleared her throat before asking Sieun a question.
“Sieun-ah, I’ve heard that you’re the top student of your school. Is that right?”
He didn’t answer her verbally, only gave her a brief but confident nod.
She turned to Sieun’s mother. “You must be very proud. I wish my daughter studied as much as he does. She has a lot of potential, but she always squanders it.”
You were then hit with a harsh reminder of why you disliked Sieun so much. Your mother used to compare the two of you, and you hated the fact that you could never measure up to his prodigal levels. You used to think that your mother would trade you for Sieun in a heartbeat if she ever got the chance.
Any attraction you had to him was stomped down until not even a single ember remained.
“Mom, I was first in my year,” You mumbled, wanting to speak up even though you knew your struggles often weren’t heard by selective ears.
Your mother let out a heavy sigh, a pointedly annoyed expression on her face. “What was that? How many times do I have to tell you to speak up? You know my hearing is not as good as it used to be.”
Your father looked like he wanted to speak up for you, but you already knew he wouldn’t. She was too domineering. Anything you would say would just be labelled as unimportant.
Sieun’s mother must have noticed the awkward atmosphere as she quickly cut in to defuse the tension. “I’m pretty sure ___ has her own talents too. Your father told me you were thinking of applying to law school?”
You quickly answered her, anything to get out of the chilling environment. “Yes, I have always been more interested in humanities.”
“Have you thought of which schools you’re going to apply to?”
“Yonsei,” You smiled at her. “I want to study Criminal Law.”
“What a coincidence!” She smiled at her son, patting him on the shoulder. “Sieun’s planning to study Physics at Yonsei.”
Your smile faltered slightly at the prospect of being stuck with Yeon Sieun throughout your college life. You hid it quickly, but you had the feeling Sieun noticed you.
“Physics, huh?” You finally looked him in the eye. “You must be really good at it. I never really liked it.”
That was an understatement. You abhorred the subject as it didn’t click naturally with you. Potential force? Gravity? Magnetic fields? The only reason you studied it so much was so you could scrape a B, the highest grade you achieved in the damn science.
Sieun gave a short answer. “It’s not so bad.”
And with that flash of dislike came a wave of guilt. It was hard to dislike someone who didn’t really do anything to deserve it. Sure, he wasn’t the most social person, but he wasn’t a bad guy.
The emotions you experienced about Yeon Sieun were dramatic and complex, and you really didn’t need to add lust and teenage hormones on top of all that.
“If you’re not so bad at it, I would hate to think what it’s like for ___.” Your mother probably meant that as a joke, and you smiled even though you didn’t find anything funny about it.
Unbeknownst to you, Sieun noticed how uncomfortable you were. He was more observant than you thought he was. He had always known that even though your relationship with your mother was vastly different from his relationship with his mother, there was still that same distance.
Suddenly, your mother clapped her hands. She had a smile on her face that usually meant that something troublesome was coming.
“Sieun-ah, why don’t you tutor ___?” She requested, and you felt like a little kid all over again. “It’ll be just like when you were kids!”
“Mom, he doesn’t need to do that-”
“I know that, but you need his help,” She told you as if you were being stupid for not considering Sieun as a tutor. She sent apologetic looks towards him and his mother. “She’s always like this. She never thinks about her future.”
With every word, she made you feel smaller, as if your own efforts were never going to be enough for her. You bit your lip, wanting to say more, but you knew that when it came to her, you were on your own. Your brother was too young to understand your plight, and as much as you loved your father, you knew he would never stand up to her.
“I’m okay with tutoring her, but I think you should ask your daughter first,” He interrupted your mother, and you finally looked up from your lap to see him. You didn’t even notice that your mother was silenced. “After all, ___ knows her own capabilities better than anyone else.”
How did Sieun know the simple words you always wanted to say?
Your mother shook off her stunned silence after a moment, awkwardly chuckling, “O-of course. ___, do you want Sieun to tutor you?”
As much as you wanted to defy his help, to finally prove to her that you were more than enough, you also knew you needed top grades to get into Yonsei, and a B in physics wasn’t going to cut it.
Even though you didn’t want to, you needed Sieun.
“I would appreciate it,” You smiled at him, the first sign you showed of acknowledging him. “Thank you, Sieun.”
At that moment, you weren’t aware that you and he would flip each other’s worlds upside down.
Despite transferring into Buil relatively late compared to the other students, you adapted quickly, finding friends with a couple of girls, Hari and Youngseo. Although you were distinctly different from them, preferring to spend most of your free time studying and revising for the suneung, you found that they didn’t mind that. They often would try to get you to join them whenever they went cafe hopping, and today was one of those days.
“Come on, ___!” Hari laughed, linking arms with you while Youngseo took your other arm. “You know what they say. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. You deserve to have some fun!”
“I have to meet my tutor later!” You protested.
“Yeah, in two hours,” Youngseo argued. “Eating cake and drinking lattes doesn’t make you incapable of absorbing information.”
You couldn’t tell them that you wanted to revise physics just so you didn’t appear as a complete dolt in front of Yeon Sieun. You weren’t dumb; it’s just that physics wasn’t your strongest subject compared to biology, which you excelled at.
Your insecurity had always been high, especially when your mother compared you to every child genius and prodigy out there, always saying that you could achieve those same things if you just applied yourself. Yeon Sieun was a major source of your insecurities since he was the first genius she compared you to. You knew that it wasn’t his fault, but seeing him every day when you walk to school just made all of your hidden insecurities bubble up again.
It was extremely hard to hate him since he was the one who defended you just a few nights ago.
Yeon Sieun should have been an asshole. At least, you wouldn’t feel guilty about resenting him.
You shook your head, trying to get him out of your head.
“Girl, are you okay?” Hari asked, concerned about you.
“I’m okay,” You then grinned, pulling them along to the cafe. “Let’s eat some delicious food! I’m going to get matcha!”
“Again?” Youngseo groaned. “You might as well be drinking grass!”
“Matcha is NOT grass-” You argued back, but Youngseo, who was the one who wanted to go to the cafe, suddenly pulled you and Hari away from the entrance.
“Shit,” She looked back into the cafe before groaning. “Why is he here?”
You and Hari joined in, looking through the window. There was a group of boys in uniforms from another school you didn’t recognise. One of the taller boys was wearing a red basketball jersey under his blazer.
Hari suddenly guffawed, prompting Youngseo to tell her to shut up.
“Who is he?” You asked them.
Youngseo sharply replied, “He’s nobody.”
“That’s Baku. He’s the top dog of Eunjang,” Hari explained before grinning. “He’s also Youngseo’s ex.”
“We never dated!” Youngseo denied her. “We just …used to hook up, until he got too involved with the Union.”
You tilted your head, this being the first time you ever heard of it. “The Union?”
“They were like this high school mafia group, but they sort of dissolved last year,” Hari punched Youngseo’s shoulder lightly. “Yah, you guys were good together. Why not give him another chance?”
“Absolutely no fucking way. I don’t want any mafia drama this year,” Youngseo looked like she would rather go to hell than give her and Baku’s relationship another chance. “Come on, let’s bounce. This isn’t the only cafe in the area.”
“Just so you won’t bump into your ex?”
“You would be saying the same thing if your ex was in there.”
In the midst of Hari and Youngseo’s bickering, one of the taller boys stepped aside, and lo and behold, Yeon Sieun was with them, and suddenly, you were inclined with Youngseo’s suggestion.
“I agree with you,” You said to Youngseo. “Let’s go.”
“What’s with the two of you?” Hari followed your gaze, seeing Sieun. “Yeon Sieun? Do you know him?”
“Our mothers were friends,” You explained briefly. “How do you know him?”
“Rumors say he was the mastermind behind the Union’s downfall. They call him the White Mamba.”
“Who cares what people call them!” Youngseo snapped. “Let’s just get out-”
“YOUNGSEO!”
She froze at hearing that loud, booming voice, before the three of you turned around to see the aforementioned Baku excitedly waving at her. You avoided Sieun’s stare as the other people in the cafe were startled by Baku’s sudden bellow.
“Yah, Youngseo! Come over here!” Baku clearly didn’t care about how loud he was, even when the other tall boy next to him told him to shut up. “What are you doing here?”
Hari snorted, “You know he’s not going to let up until you go over there.”
“Oh, fuck me.” Youngseo groaned.
You jokingly quipped, “No, thank you, but I think he would like to volunteer himself.”
She glared at you half-heartedly before the three of you marched over to the four boys sitting at a booth near the window. Baku pushed the tall boy sitting next to him, making space for Youngseo. Somehow, you were sitting right across from Sieun, and you found his gaze harder to avoid. Ever since you were little, even when you found his doe eyes to be unfairly beautiful, they were also intimidating in their own way. His gaze always made you feel like he knew every little nook and cranny of yourself.
“Hari-yah, it’s good to see you,” Baku bumped fists with her before directing his eyes at you. “I see you have a new friend. I’m Baku, and that’s Gotak, Juntae, and Sieun. Nice to meet you!”
You shyly nodded, offering a small smile to each and every one of them. “I’m ___.”
However, you froze when Sieun held his gaze at you, not bothering to spare a glance at Hari and Youngseo.
Luckily, Hyuntak noticed your discomfort, “The staring thing again? Come on, buddy, we talked about this…”
Only when Sieun stopped staring at you did you finally feel like you could breathe easily again. Even with how insecure he made you feel, you couldn’t help but think about how his unwavering stare turned you on.
The first few tutoring sessions between you and Sieun passed by quickly. You didn’t say much nor did he, just like how you used to when you were kids. You fell back in the comfortable rhythm of putting up a friendly act just so you and he could please your respective mothers.
Reluctantly, you had to admit that Yeon Sieun was a good tutor. He didn’t go easy on you, but he didn’t expect you to know the answer to every question. After all, why would you get tutored by him if you knew everything? Slowly, you saw your physics grade improving at a steady rate.
However, you ended up regretting being so comfortable with Sieun during your fifth tutoring session.
You were brushing up on high energy particle collisions when his laptop ran out of battery. Being a responsible student, you absentmindedly let him borrow yours, giving him your password, while you worked on a practice exam question.
“___, I think you forgot to close this?”
You looked up from your paper, and-
SHIT.
Right there, on your screen, full-brightness and misleading pastel colours, was your Tumblr page. It wasn’t even your SFW account you used to interact with your MOA moots. No, it was your very 18+, MDNI, blog you used to write your deepest, dirtiest and smuttiest fantasies about your biases and bias-wreckers.
You almost tripped over your bag when you ran up to him to slam your laptop shut.
“S-Sieun-ah, this is just a hobby,” you stammered, stumbling over your words. “It’s getting late, so I’m gonna go home now.”
You rushed out the door, face red and wanting to evaporate out of sheer embarrassment right then and there.
What do you do when your former one-sided rival and childhood friend stumbles onto your smut blog?
The answer is that you avoid him at every turn.
You weren't ashamed to admit to running away when you and your friends bumped into Sieun and the rest of the guys at the arcade.
“It’s okay. I don’t need to get tutored by him anymore. I’ve been getting the top spot in physics for weeks now,” You thought, reasoning with yourself when you were walking back home after you were done with cram school. “When I get to college, I won’t live next door to Yeon Sieun anymore.”
You swore when you saw Sieun outside his apartment, about to unlock the door with his keys. You put your hood on, trying to hide as much of your face as possible, and sprinted to your door, trying to unlock it as fast as you could.
“___,” You froze, key just outside the door lock, upon hearing his deep voice. “Can we talk?”
That was how you found yourself sitting next to Sieun on the couch in his living room.
“Where’s your mom?” You asked him, trying to break the tension. Now that you thought about it, she was rarely around. She placed too much faith in letting her teenage son be alone with a girl in her apartment.
“She’s on some business trip. She won’t be back until next week,” He answered casually, handing a mug of hot tea to you, which you gratefully accepted. “But we’re not here to talk about her.”
You awkwardly placed the mug on the coffee table, making sure a coaster was beneath it, knowing how particular his mother was with condensation stains.
“You’re …not going to tell my mom?”
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why would I do that? What you do in your spare time is none of my business. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
You nodded slightly. “What was I supposed to do? The last time we really knew each other was when we were kids, and the stuff I wrote wasn’t really- well-”
“I know.”
“What do you mean, you know?”
“I saw your username and read some of your writings.” Your jaw dropped at his confession.
“Why the hell would you do that?” You asked him, gobsmacked. You couldn’t imagine Sieun willingly reading smut.
“You made a few grammar mistakes, but the plots were interesting,” Sieun then turned to look at you. There was something in his eyes, something you have never seen before, but heard of it described in the many works you have read before. “The last one you wrote. The male character… he sounds like me.”
You knew exactly which fic he was talking about. It was a Taehyun fic, where he and the reader were childhood friends who reunited years later. 10k+ words where roughly two-thirds of it was pure, unadulterated smut. You practically wrote it overnight. Despite how easy it was to write it, it was your most successful fic. Taehyun’s characterisation in your fic was most definitely based on Sieun, but you weren’t going to admit that.
“No, he’s not,” You immediately denied his allegation. “The childhood friends-to-lovers trope is very common. I’m pretty sure half of all K-dramas have some variation of this trope.”
“You wrote about the time where I accidentally pushed you too far off the swings.”
“Coincidence.”
“You wrote that she used to hate him because her mother always praised him over her.”
Somehow, Sieun had gotten close to you, and you were a breath away from him. If it were any other guy, you would have shoved them away, but this was Sieun. The little boy who read books with you because you both preferred silence. The same boy who had grown into the young and very attractive man in front of you.
“I …did write that.”
“You haven’t updated the second part,” Was his voice always so melodic? It felt like he was luring you into a trance. “Does she still hate him now?”
“No,” You breathed out heavily. His whispers felt like they were kissing your lips. “She never hated him. She just- she was just jealous that he was seen, and she wasn’t.”
You had never been this close with a boy- no, a man, before. His jawline looked like it was sharp enough to cut glass. There were no signs of acne or blemish marks on his face. He had to be using some sort of skincare routine. If it turned out he used some sort of 20-in-1 soap for his whole body, you would riot and declare that life was unfairly biased towards men.
“That’s not true,” He looked you in the eyes. How did they convey so much emotion when his lips didn’t say much? “I didn’t like you either, but I have always seen you.”
Time stood still as your eyes flickered down to his lips. His own eyes were searching for your lips as well.
“You wrote consent was the key. ___,” Sieun breathed out, his voice too low and quiet to be heard by anyone but you. “May I kiss you?”
You didn’t even need to think about it. “Yes.”
Sieun didn’t waste any time, stealing your breath away when he pressed his lips against yours in a clumsy yet heated motion. His approach to kissing you was exactly like how he approached his studies. He made a hypothesis, tested it, and then experimented from there. He found that you rather liked it when he nudged your lips with his tongue, silently asking permission for entry, which you gladly gave him.
When you moaned, a verbal response to his hands brushing through your hair, angling your head to kiss you deeper, he added another step to his experiment. His hands travelled down to your waist, and his leanly-muscled arms pulled you into his lap, your plush thighs straddling his strong ones.
You let out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan when Sieun trailed his lips down your neck, focusing on the soft, hollow area where your pulse was the strongest. He helped you out of your blazer, leaving you in your white, long-sleeved school shirt. You grabbed his hands and led them under your shirt, where they rested against the warm skin of your waist.
“Come here,” you panted as you looked down at him, kissing him as if it was as natural as breathing in oxygen. You usually weren’t impulsive like this. You never saw your first kiss culminating in grinding Sieun on his lap. Hell, he wasn’t even in the scenario back when you were twelve and imagining what your first kiss would be like.
It was only when you felt Sieun’s erection straining through his trousers that you finally snapped out of your hormone-addled haze.
“Wait. Wait a second,” Your hand pushed him back by his shoulder. His dark eyes, usually apathetic and unfeeling, were full of unbridled lust and confusion, and you desperately wanted to comfort him by kissing all his doubts away, but you still had to make sense of what this was. “I just- Sieun, what exactly are we?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, one second, we were tutor and tutee, and the next, we’re making out on your mom’s couch.” When you said it out loud, you realised how much it sounded like the plotline of a low-quality pornographic video. “We’re ___ and Sieun. We don’t like each other like that.”
“What makes you think I don’t like you?”
You laughed softly. “Okay, if you say that you’ve been in love with me since we were kids, I’m going to hit you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Sieun, who started drawing absentless circles on your back, sending chills down your spine. “I wasn’t really fond of you too back then.”
You frowned. “Okay, offence very much taken.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that-” Sieun cut himself off, biting his lip before continuing to explain himself. “Your mom was always there, and mine wasn’t. I know how she really is now, but back then-”
“I get it,” You interrupted him. It was like your mothers were a reverse of each other. While your mother was always around, she was controlling, always making you doubt yourself. Meanwhile, you found that Sieun’s mom always had confidence in him, but she certainly kept her distance. Both of you wanted what the other had. “It still doesn’t explain why you suddenly like me.”
“I’m not sure about it, myself,” answered Sieun. “It was more like, I just realised how much I enjoyed having you around when I saw you again. You reminded me that I hadn’t always been lonely all my life.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked, puzzled on why he would think that of himself. “You have your friends.”
“They were a recent development, and it didn’t come easy.”
“Are you talking about the Union?” You questioned, remembering what Hari had told you.
“So they told you.” Sieun sighed. He looked like he didn’t want to recount the things that happened last year.
“You don’t have to tell me,” You held his cheek with your hand. Somehow, he looked more vulnerable than you ever saw him. “I can tell by your face. It must have been a difficult time for you.”
Sieun’s eyes softened. He slowly brought you closer, hugging you as he leaned his face into the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure of what kind of relationship you had with him, but what you learned was that he needed you somehow, and you welcomed him.
From a young age, you always had a life plan. It was nurtured into you by your mother. It was a simple, linear plan. Get good grades, get into a top university, and graduate with first class. Your mother didn’t include dating into the life plan.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Yeon Sieun was supposed to stay that awkward and geeky kid.
He was supposed to be a skinny nerd with no game.
He wasn't supposed to have clear skin and soft, supple lips. He wasn't supposed to be devastatingly handsome with Bambi eyes and a sharp jawline.
He wasn't supposed to grow out of the one-sided childhood rivalry you had with him.
He was supposed to tutor you like your mother asked him to, even though you never agreed to it.
He wasn't supposed to be pressing you down on his bed while invading your mouth with his tongue.
Sieun certainly wasn't supposed to be pushing your soaked panties aside and demonstrating the many ways he could make you come undone with his fingers alone.
Yeon Sieun wasn't supposed to be hot.
It had been a few nights since you made out with Sieun while grinding him wantonly on his lap. Since then, you have found your libido uncontrollable since your childhood friend found the switch and turned it on. Suddenly, every smut fic you read on Tumblr, Wattpad, AO3, etc, all involve his stupid face and his equally dumb, messy hair, instead of the idols you fangirled over.
Now, his unfairly long fingers were stripping you of your cotton panties. Even though you were still wearing your skirt, your hands went down to cover your heated pussy.
Sieun, who was between his usual careless self and the oddly passionate self he displayed whenever he was with you, asked you, “Do you want to stop? You know what to say.”
He had read another one of your one-shots, a BDSM V fic you wrote for Kinktober, which wasn’t really as rough as the ones you have read before, but did contain the proper usage of safe words. Proper etiquette was a yes with you.
Of course, you had no intentions of committing any sadomasochistic acts; you mainly read them because of the smut, but you agreed with Sieun that a safe word was a good idea.
You shook your head. “No, I’m good.”
“Then, get your hands away.” With his strong grip, Sieun wrenched your hands away. He then proceeded to bunch your skirt up around your waist, fully exposing your wet nether lips to him. “You’re already wet.”
His left hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head onto the headboard of his bed. “How do you usually finger yourself?”
You gulped, fully aware that you were the only one who had ever witnessed the Sieun you were with now. “My clit. Just start there, and then work your way from there.”
He nodded, focusing his attention on the throbbing clump of nerves. He traced your nether lips with his index finger before pressing your clit with his thumb. You struggled to keep still, not wanting to show him how out of control he made you feel with just a simple touch.
“T-that’s it,” You stammered, trying to keep your voice low. “Just circle around it a few times to stimulate it.”
You thought Sieun would have added his own flair, but he diligently followed your instructions. Your breathing became quicker. Even though his touches were simple and minimal, his fingers were very different from yours, his calluses rougher, making the sensation different.
You gripped his sheets. “Y-you can put a finger inside now.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” You let out a heavy breath when his middle finger finally penetrated you. He started with shallow pumps before slowly building up his speed. You firmly shut your eyes, holding your tongue back from letting out the many moans threatening to spill out of you.
“Why are you quiet?” Sieun questioned you casually as if he wasn’t fucking you with his finger right now. He pulled out of you, and somehow, your aching heat missed him. “You didn’t like it?”
“No!” You raised your voice, emotions still high from the peak you were seconds away from reaching. “It’s just that- I’m never alone at home, so I always have to be quiet-”
“Well, you’re on my bed, in my room,” Sieun reasoned with you. His finger penetrated you a second time without warning, causing you to yelp at the sudden but certainly welcome intrusion. “Be as loud as you want.”
He slipped a second finger inside when you were practically drenching him, scissoring and stretching you out, making your thighs shake as he made sure to let each and every one of your moans escape from your mouth. The warm slick lubricating the spongy walls of your cunt coated his fingers, making each push and pull easier as you got wetter.
“Sieun-ah!” You wailed loudly. His hand stopped gripping your wrists to the headboard, instead choosing to hold your hand, his large hand encompassing yours as he interlocked your fingers together. You involuntarily kicked at his sheets when he reached your g-spot. Methodically, he repeated the same motion, making you climb higher and higher to your peak. “I’m going to cum!”
The familiar feeling of waves crashing over occurred when he somehow managed to press his thumb to your clit at the exact time his fingers reached your g-spot, something you have never been able to do on your own. You thanked your lucky stars that his mom was never around, because the scream you let out was embarrassingly loud and unmistakable.
You were still climbing down from your high when you felt Sieun brush your sweaty bangs back. You stifled a chuckle, pushing your upper body arm with your arms before reaching up to kiss him, before sneakily lowering your hand to unzip his trousers and cup his noticeable erection.
You weren’t sure what kind of relationship you had with your former childhood friend, but right now, you were in a state of bliss, experiencing all of your firsts together.
A couple of months passed by since you and Sieun progressed your relationship from awkward former childhood playmates to friends who play with each other in bed.
Well, it wasn’t always necessarily in bed.
There was that one time when you blew him under his desk when he didn’t pay you enough attention. Sieun repaid you when he pinned you to the desk, using his pretty lips and tongue to eat you out.
Of course, you would always remember the time you and Sieun finally did the deed.
You had just gotten your mock exam results, and lo and behold, you had gotten an A+ on your physics exam, something you thought impossible. You remembered proudly showing off to Sieun, who congratulated you with a small smile. You hung out with your friends, where Youngseo and Baku were still somehow figuring out their situationship, and you mischievously played footsie with Sieun when you were all celebrating the end of finals at a pizza place.
That culminated in a long night when you finally asked Sieun to make love to you, despite you still being ‘friends’. Somehow, you felt truly loved by him, with how he eased you into it when he finally penetrated you, and how he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you got used to him.
Even though you were at a stalemate with Sieun, both of you knew that you were no longer just friends, not with the lazy lovemaking sessions, the shared journey together to and from the cram school, or how he shared his AirPods with you every time you rode the bus.
Somehow, love had bloomed between the childhood acquaintances who used to be so envious of each other.
However, the suneung was coming up, and just like Sieun, your grades were too important for you.
“Let’s wait for our university letters,” you told him one day. He was tracing absent-minded circles on your back as you lay in bed together. “Then, we’ll go from there.”
Even though he used to make you feel insecure, somehow, you felt safe with him. You weren’t afraid to loosen the reins on your life. He always made you feel as though he would always accept you, no matter your flaws.
For the first time in a while, you and Sieun still had all of your clothes on as you sat in front of your laptops in his room, impatiently waiting for the long-awaited email to arrive.
“Where is it? It should be here by now,” You rapped your fist lightly against your mouth. “Damn it, I know I messed up on that last question, and they’re taking so long because they know it too-”
“Calm down,” Sieun rubbed your back up and down, trying to ease your nerves. “It’s a mass email, so it’s going to take a while to send to everyone.”
At that moment, both of your accounts received emails from Yonsei, each headlined with the department you applied to.
“Sieun-ah, it’s here,” You whispered before nervously tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie. “It’s here!”
“I know,” he acknowledged. “On three?”
You smiled at him, hovering your finger above the touchpad. “On three.”
You counted down, opening the email at the count of three, and gasped when you saw the first line starting with, ‘Congratulations, Miss ___, you have been accepted…’
You couldn’t help the wide grin on your face. “Sieun-ah, I got in! What about you?”
While his smile wasn’t as obvious as yours, it was obvious that he received good news as well. “Me too.”
Unable to contain your happiness anymore, you threw your arms around him. Your feet were lifted off the ground as he wrapped your arms around your waist, hugging you back earnestly. You didn’t need to explain what you felt. Sieun knew what it felt like to have years of studying finally pay off.
When he finally stopped spinning you around and set you down, you leaned up and pulled him into a kiss. Unlike the many heated kisses you shared that led to even hotter encounters, this kiss was soft, gentle, and comforting. You realised that ever since Sieun first defended you during that dinner, you readily started giving your heart, little by little, until he had it whole.
“___,” he whispered, just a breath away from your lips when you finally separated. “I really like you. I think I love you. Do you want to give us a chance?”
What else could you say other than yes?
author’s notes: Finally, I've finished writing this. I wanted to write more sm*tty parts, but it sounded so awkward and weird, so I ended up scraping it. I hope you enjoyed reading it!
A/N: Comissioned by @tojii11 ... as always I'm not responsible for the media you consume.
Since you've known him as of late, lying has become almost as voluntary as breathing. It should scare you, how fluidly a lie slips past the confines of your lips. Making you more and unrecognizable to even your own self.
"I'm tutoring late tonight."
"I’m studying at the library,"
“I'm having dinner with a friend.”
You didn't have many of those. Had your parents been the caring type they might have known that friends were a luxury you could not afford.
Still, it bothered you that you were making excuses for him. You were helping yourself get extorted everytime you stole for him and everytime you didn't let a living soul know.
The first few times were as difficult as it ever got. But the more you were forced to work for him, the more he corrupted you-the more that infection spread until it became all you were.
"What do you need that much money for anyway?" You squeeze your phone tighter with one hand while the other sits in your blazer pocket. You maintain a calm, controlled gait as you walk out of the school gates, surrounded by your peers dressed in the same uniform walking in clumps of groups- little ecosystems that they formed to help manage their anxieties. You wish you had their problems: Boys. Makeup. Parties.
You wish you had your own little ecosystem. A group who'd be more concerned with strengthening your mental health, not deteriorating it.
"You think school trips to Bali are gonna be cheap?" It was always easier to lie to her over the phone or through text. There was something biting in your mother's eyes that you couldn't always face. Something that would eat you alive if she found out you've been working for the kind of people you're working for.
"Backtrack on the attitude," her words snipe you through the receiver like barbed wire, "It's just strange that they're organizing a field trip in the height of your assignments like this..."
"It's an incentive I guess. They're telling us about it now for extra motivation to see this exam season through.." lies lies and more lies. Your mouth is full of them.
"I don't know if I want you to be thinking about a trip to Bali during all this work... have you been improving?"
There was no improvement with her. Only perfection. She tried your whole life to wipe you squeaky clean until you were spotless. If only she knew that over the past year you've acquired a spot almost impossible to scrub away. He's irremovable. Or at least you thought he was...
"When did you say your field trip was? Perhaps your father and I will tag along, make a family vacation out of it. We never see you anymore because you're always studying and Bali is lovely all-year round-" while your mother talks, your heart sinks and panic festers. You try to focus your steps on making it across the road, down a path you've walked all year.
"Mom, please don't be embarrassing."
"How am I being embarrassing?"
"You'll be the only parent there." Above you, the afternoon sun sits snugly against the horizon, guiding you down a decrepit lane. Stray cats and empty soju bottles litter the street the farther you walk from the safety of the school grounds. You're getting closer and you needed her to send the money.
"It's my money. I can do with it as I please."
You scramble your brain, searching furiously for a lifeline.
"It's just..." More and more lies, "This trip is actually just Geo-camp. Our teachers planned a few cave explorations. We're gonna check out the different stalactites and stalagmites-your presence might hinder my concentration-"
In the distance, the warehouse looms and your fist in your blazer pocket begins to coil.
"Why didn't you say so in the first place instead of wasting my time?” Your mother tsks, “I've sent the money to your account."
"Thank you ma'am..."
The call ends abruptly, void of any warmth. Void of any love. You pull your phone away from your ear and your nerves settle as you see the money reflecting. You suddenly feel bigger than this warehouse- bigger than life itself- like you're armed and ready to take on anything this rabid dog might throw at you.
You tilt your head back to watch the clouds disappear behind the iron roof and you steal your nerves. Word on the street is that this place once belonged to Baek Jin before his untimely disappearance. Until, naturally, a wolf came in and marked it as his own...
The nearer you get to the slightly opened door, the clearer the sound becomes: You hear the sound of a broken man groaning and your body has a visceral reaction. By now you recognize the sound of a fist slamming against human flesh and bone. You know what that sounds like and it haunts you through those quiet moments at night when it was just you and your memories. You fight the urge to stop walking, something in you tugging and begging to just walk away. It's either this or remain a slave for the rest of your foreseeable future.
That thought is enough to have you sucking in one final breath of air before waltzing into the warehouse. It's dark, the air damp and stuffy with little to no circulation. Despite the location, the interior is somewhat tidy and were it not for the man kneeling and bleeding on the floor, you might have thought the place fitting for any dignified bachelor.
“I didn't expect to see you today,” Seongje addresses you the moment you step in. His fist is paused in mid air and it's pulled back as if you'd just saved the man on the floor from experiencing one final blow.
He smiles at you, as if he didn't have blood on his knuckles. As if he didn't have a man on his knees, pleading for his life. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Seongje asks, before digging his fingers into the boys scalp. You hide your trembling hands in the pockets of your blazer and you appear as unaffected as you possibly can when Seongje tilts the man's face to look up at you. “This is Eungmin. He's very cute, very small.” Seongje smiles. “Eungmin is getting beat unconscious because he's been stealing some of my money for himself, isn't that right, Eungmin-a?”
The man’s left ise completely disappeared under a swollen mass of flesh. His skin is broken in several places- all is red and yet he still tries… “P-please-” his words are slurred. You can tell he's getting closer and closer to blacking out. His brain can't comprehend the words leaving his mouth and it's far too painful to watch. “My grandfather's sick and- I needed the money-”
“Sob, sob, sob, stories, Eungmin-a,” Seongje lets go of the man's head before tucking his hands into his pockets. Eungmin sways from side to side as Seongje rounds his bruised and battered body, tsking lightly like a scolding parent.
Before you're made witness to any more bloodshed, possibly even a murder, you grab your phone out of blazer pocket and with trembling hands you press a few buttons on your screen.
Seongje's phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his pockets. He taps away at the device with bloodied fingers, his orange windbreaker stained with the same blood and for a moment, all is quiet.
Seongje stares blankly at his screen.
“What's this?” He asks without looking up.
Something in you tells you that you have the upper hand. Power has shifted, even minutely and it gives you the courage to reply back, “It's an incentive.”
Seongje's dark eyes finally flit up to you and you're arrested by that wolfish grin. “Big words.” He smirks. “You want a promotion or something?”
You ready your voice. “Actually, Seongje, I’m looking for a way out.”
More silence but this time, it's fucking suffocating. Even the man on the floor, the man who's experienced the very worst of Seongje's wrath has his mouth slightly open from shock.
“I never want to steal for you again. I never want to do anything for you again.” You find your voice in the rubble of your pain and all your anxieties that have gone unnoticed by the adults around you. “I never wanna see you again.”
He nods slowly. “I hear you.” Seongje's voice is calm. So calm it births a sliver of hope inside you: Maybe he'll just accept the money and you might actually be free. You could go back to being a girl forgotten by the rest of the world but this time, it'd be on your own terms. You'd love to be invisible again. Invisible girls don't get extorted like this.
“It's just… I'm really sensitive-”
The very moment those words leave his mouth, the moment a glimmer of a smile flits onto your lips, Seongje delivers a bone-cracking punch to the man's jaw.
You gasp and cup your mouth with both hands. Shocked.
The man slumps over, face hitting the floor. Knocked out cold.
“This is interesting.” Seongje says but you can't look away at the man laying on the ground. His body twitches periodically until there's barely any movement at all. Were you looking at someone passed out or were you staring at a corpse?
Soengje doesn't care about either outcome because he's already lighting a cigarette, standing as if pondering something else entirely.
“Where'd you get this money from?”
“D-Does-” you swallow thickly, “-it matter?”
He nods his head slightly before sticking the cigarette on the tip of his lips, “I could buy a million cig packs with this. The good kind too,” he chuckles, “Fuck, I could buy a fucking factory-”
“It's not that much-”
“Are you rich?” He asks suddenly, ramping up your nerves as he tucks his hands in his pockets to stalk closer towards you. “Have I been extorting a princess this whole time and I didn't know it?” You make your body an iron rod- your face cold. Something like him can't sense discomfort or he'll play with it.
“Not rich,” you say, “Just desperate…”
His feet stop directly in front of you and you keep your gaze there. Not daring to look up at him until he brings his own index finger under your chin, tilting it up.
“I like that word… Desperate.” He blows out a plume of smoke but not in your face. The small, gentlemanly act is almost laughable.
“Seongje, at this rate I'll be working for you for the rest of my life-”
“The rest of your life…” he nods slowly, looking away in a pensive manner before looking back at you, “That sounds fun, doesn't it?”
“Seongje- please just accept the money…”
“Are you calling me poor?”
“That's not what I'm saying at all and honestly, I feel like you know that's not what I'm saying-” your brows are furrowed, voice rising.
“So I'm delusional then?” He asks with a smile.
“Why do you get off on making yourself a victi-” his hand contracts around your throat and it tightens.
“Lemme stop you from saying what you wanna say because you really won't like the outcome.”
He squeezes one more time in warning before letting you go
“Why would I let you go? You're so perfect for me. We work well together.”
“Seongje, Please-”
“Shh… shh… shh…” he lets the cigarette hang off the side of his mouth before cupping both of your cheeks with both hands. He pushes back a stray braid and you tremble under the weight of not only his hands, but his gaze. His eyes are two endlessly cold voids. You don't wonder what's behind those eyes because you bet there's nothing there.
So focused, you've become, with Seongje's eyes, you barely notice his hand slithering down your neck. He feels you, touches you like he's just discovered something new…
“You've just made me more money than any of these useless scumbags ever have…” He stands closer and you watch as he opens his mouth to let the cigarette fall to the floor. You hear his foot stomp on it but your eyes are hazy with tears.
“I pride myself on being a good businessman… Letting you go?” He tsks, “That's not very good business.”
“Please, Seongje-”
“I do believe in rewards though so…” he lets his hand roam lower and lower. On its way down, he squeezes you tit through your shirt, causing a small gasp to slip through.
“Is it okay?” He asks in a low voice, “That im touching you like this?”
He waits patiently for a response that never comes. Truth is, you're completely and utterly overwhelmed. Caught in a web of feeling good and fucking terrible.
A tear falls.
“Shh,” he pats down your hair while all too slyly inching his hand up your skirt. “Seongje will make you feel better-”
You could tell him to stop, but your mind is clouded with all sorts of contradictions. You can't lie some more and say you don't find him even a little bit attractive. Isn't it fucking terrible how that works? This man has tormented you and yet-
“You're so wet, Princess,” you open your legs wider, only flinching when his fingers rub against your clothed cunt. You don't have the energy to look up at him, but you notice the visceral reaction his body is having from all this.
Over his shoulder, you notice the bloodied man unconscious on the floor.
“You just became wetter-” he whispers into your ear before cursing ever so lightly as his finger pushes aside your panties. You notice his movements becoming less controlled, far more hungry and you begin to pull away.
“Say it.” He urges, before fisting your neck in one tight grip. “I need you to say it.”
In a moment that feels unreal, Seongje pushes you backwards, forcing your feet into motion until he has you firmly pressed against a wall. “Say we work well together- tell me-”
You can't very well say much of anything because he's already sinking his index and middle finger into your cunt. Your mouth flies open and you're caught in a silent cry.
“Fuck- Look at how well we work together…” he says, bringing his fingers up to the light. He watches your slick coat, his fingers and something in you coils with disgust and immense pleasure.
His eyes immediately snap to you the second a small moan croaks out.
“F-Fuck-” you gulp in all the air you possibly can when his grip around your throat loosens. There's absolutely no space between you as he crowds you against the wall, staring down at you with the bad fluorescents reflecting against his glasses.
“You don't get to do that… You don't quit on me. I quit on you.” He's forcing his hand between your legs, this time he fucks you properly. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and a tear falls.
“Say sorry.” He taunts with another manic smile flitting across his face, “I want you to take my fingers and tell me how sorry you are-”
“F-Fuck Seongje-” your hips snap awards and you stare up at him with watery eyes- watery eyes that havr his cocktail straining against his pants. He brings you in close by the nape of your neck while he forces you down until your clit meets the palm of his hand.
“You keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna cum. And I hate cumming first.”
“Shit…” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you force yourself to grind down on his fingers. His hand around your throat is the only thing keeping you somewhat upright. You've slipped into that mental soace where you'll embarrass yourself to achieve orgasm. You needed this.
And him.
“What a greedy slut, huh? Tell me you're done with me. I want you to say it again-”
You can't say much of anything because you grab ahold of his wrist, keeping his fingers inside you as your orgasm crests and breaks.
You're screaming wildly, devoid of all rational thought, unprepared by the fact that a bleeding man still lays forgotten on the cold floor. All you feel is him. Jts all him and its suffocating.
You've quite literally found yourself in the clutches of a sadist and he's guiding You gently through your orgasm… patting your head down lightly like you were a delicate baby bird.
