#weakheroclass2

"Is this...stupid?" He asks you.

You shake your head, grabbing the paper and folding it up, "Nah, this is the best idea we've had in years."

You promptly turn to the kitchen sink window and put the paper in a little decorative box you keep on the windowsill; of course, when you'd first gotten it at the thrift store a year ago, you'd never have thought it would be the perfect place for a friends-with-benefits sex contract with Kyung.

Funny how life turns out, huh?

After putting it away, you both stand there, a certain silence falling between you, a bit awkward and heavy- expectation fills the air.

Now what?

You clear your throat, "Uhm, wanna help me...clean up real quick?" You motion to the shot glasses and bottles of alcohol, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

He easily notices the nervous way in which you're moving; not looking at him, keeping yourself hyper focused on such a menial task- it's not like you'd made a huge mess while you were drinking.

"Clean up?" He scoffs, "You just made all that fuss over making a sex contract- and you want me to wipe down counters?"

You laugh nervously, "I mean- do you usually like to have...sexual intercourse in dirty apartments?" This time, even you have to cringe at your use of the phrase.

It's interesting how shy you're being now in comparison to the animated way in which you'd been talking only a few minutes ago. He finds it kind of...cute.

He can't help but chuckle to himself, and as you're about to walk past him to grab a paper towel, he swiftly grabs your arm, spinning you so you're looking at him, his hand coming up to your chin and lifting upward so you can look at him, "Do you usually use the phrase 'sexual intercourse'," His eyes are low as he looks down at you, "when you want to ask someone to hook up...?"

Your heart is pounding in your chest, "N-no."

You can't even say anything else; the words are completely caught in your throat.

The air between you two finally shifts: thick and charged, like the world just got smaller...reduced to the size of your kitchen.

He sees it; the way your breath hitches, how your lips part slightly. This is usually the part where he'd say something sarcastic, or make some kind of joke to relieve the tension...

But he doesn't want to. Not this time. Instead, he does what feels the most natural for a man and a woman in this exact situation...

He leans in- just slow enough to give you time to pull away if you want- but you don't pull away; Because you want this so bad, you feel it in every single cell in your body.

Just before his lips meet yours, he whispers, "Then say it right...or don't say it at all."

Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting a bit wider and, for the first time in a long time, you feel that familiar wetness between your thighs- not for your own hands, not for a toy- but for a man...

For your best friend.

He snakes his arm around your waist, "Say what you really want, Y/n..."

His lips ghost over yours so gently, you can hardly stand it. You're desperate for pressure, and he knows it;

"Fuck me, Kyung."

Never in a million years would Kyung have ever expected to hear that string of words fall from your lips, but now that he has, it sets something ablaze within him, and he can no longer deprive himself of the delight of tasting his name on your tongue.

His lips finally press against yours, the firmness catching you by delightful surprise- For someone who says he doesn't kiss often, he sure as hell knows how to do it right.

His tongue gently slips into your mouth, begging for entrance- and you oblige. His mouth is sweet, even through the taste of alcohol. You bring your arms up to rest around his neck, bringing him ever closer to you. His grip around your waist becomes tighter, "Y/n...can I...can I touch you?" He asks between kisses. "Yes- please," You say, eyes still closed.

His other hand comes up to rest gently on your ass, though it doesn't last long before he's bringing it lower to grab a handful.

"Mm," You pull away to moan, turning your head- though he continues on down to your neck.

Already, this feels different form your almost-hookup with the guy at the wedding; The way Kyung's touch feels is different- even despite his desire for your body, his touch is sweet and slow.

"Can you take this off?" You ask breathlessly as you grip the hem of his t-shirt. He nods enthusiastically, "Yeah-"

Tugging the fabric gently out of your hands, he swiftly lifts the t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the kitchen floor.

You've seen him shirtless many times- and admittedly, you'd stolen glances every now and then- you're only human after all...

But in this context, it's like everything is magnified; the ridges in his slender frame- his arms and pecs defined without being overly bulky-

you run a hand gingerly down his chest and stomach, and the sensation makes him let out the softest of sighs.

It's been a while for him too since the last time he was... touched, in this way.

"Your turn," He whispers, bringing his hands up under your t-shirt, though he doesn't remove the shirt himself; he just touches the warm flesh of your waist, his fingertips grazing softly enough to give you chills.

He hasn't removed his eyes from yours; wanting to savor every second of the sight. It's like he's afraid to blink and be woken up from this moment.

You slowly bring your own tee-shirt up, exposing the supple flesh of your chest to his eyes.

His lips part, drinking in the sight of your breasts sitting beautifully in your black bra; it's not a special kind of undergarment- it's plain, one solid color- but to him, you are a sight to behold.

And truthfully, you get a thrill from being on display like this for him.

"Can I confess something?" He asks, a coy smile growing on his face, though he keeps his voice low- like he truly wants you to be the only one to hear it.

"What...?"

"When we hit middle school, I would kinda catch myself thinking a lot about..." He laughs at himself, "About your boobs."

You blink a few times at the revelation, completely caught off guard.

You snort, "What? Are you serious?" He nods, "Yeah- way too often. What can I say? I was a pubescent pre-teen."

You laugh, but then it turns into a coy smile of your own, "And..." You lean back on the counter, arms supporting your weight, which makes your chest stand out more, "What did you think about them?"

"Well..." He's impossibly close as he speaks, "I'd wonder what they looked like..." He drops his eyes to your chest again, and then brings one hand up to caress the surface of your left breast with the back of his index finger, "What they'd feel like..." He looks back up at you, all the playfulness in his eyes gone, "How they'd taste."

Your breathing is ragged under his touch. "Can I see them completely?" He asks, bringing his hand up to toy with your strap. You nod, "Yes-" You go to undo the clasp, but he stops you, "No...let me..."

He brings one arm around to your back and expertly unclasps it; the immediate relief making you sigh. Slowly...excruciatingly slowly...he slides the bra down your arms, tossing it haphazardly.

"Shit..." He murmurs, staring down at your naked torso. He doesn't touch right away, just stares for a long while. It makes you shy- standing there, his eyes eating you up- though it also makes you so unbelievably aroused.

You reach for his hand and rest it on your boob; immediately, he begins kneading at your warm flesh. He bites his lip, bringing his free hand to play with the other breast, his fingers gently pinching at your nipples- though not enough to hurt.

Your eyes flutter at the sensation until they finally close; that's always been a sweet spot for you.

"Mm..." You moan.

He looks up at you, still playing with your tits but more focused now on the reaction he gets from you, "You're sensitive here, aren't you?"

You nod, "Yes..."

And then, you feel it; he takes your nipple into his hot, wet mouth, and your eyes shoot open, "Shit, Kyung," You whisper, bringing your hands up to support his head, fingers gently finding their way in his beautiful, wavy, black hair.

His ears perk up at the sound of his name again, and it encourages him to keep going, not ceasing with his tongue or his hand.

"Let's- let's go to my room," You suggest, bringing his head up to look at you.

The way he looks at this angle- like a dog eager to please- it ignites something in you; raw, primal, and oh so hungry.

He nods, straightening up.

You gently grab his hand and lead him out of the kitchen and down the short hallway; your heart is pounding anew as you open your bedroom door.

He's been in your room a million times and even slept over more times than he can count- but in this moment, he's not just a friend- he's a lover;

and he's not just here for a movie marathon and snacks.

You drop his hand and sit down on your bed, leaving him standing in the middle of the room.

Now you're both topless but still in your jeans from earlier.

You both stare at each other- the tension so thick in the room, you could cut it with a knife. He steps closer, and closer, and closer- until he's hovering over you, lifting your chin up to look at him, "Lay back."

The firmness in his voice makes your pupils dilate.

You don't hesitate to obey, and you slowly lower yourself backwards until you're propping yourself up on your elbows- your legs still hanging off the edge of the bed. "Can I take these off?" He asks, gently pinching the fabric of your jeans.

The butterflies in your stomach are darting around violently- like they're trying to make a break for it.

You nod, unable to formulate audible language. He smirks, loving how different you are under these circumstances.

He leans over, and you think he'll remove the pants right away, but instead, he lowers his lips to your stomach, planting butterfly kisses all over the soft surface.

You gasp, feeling your muscles ripple under his lips, "I love that..."

He pays you no mind, continuing to worship your abdomen until his hands come up to the button on your pants, seamlessly undoing them with a quickness- you hardly notice he's done it already- that is, until he's gently tugging downward-

and then you remember the type of fucking underwear you're wearing- along with the fact that you didn't fucking shave down there today. Your hands quickly shoot to the waistband of your jeans- "Wait!"

He immediately snaps out of the moment, concern on his face, "What? Are you okay? Did I mishear you?"

You shake your head, "No- sorry, no- it's just-" You feel embarrassed. "What is it?" He furrows his brows, holding himself up on the edge of the bed now.

"I didn't expect to have sex tonight so I-I-I didn't prepare and I'm wearing..."

"You're wearing...?" "Granny panties," You squeal, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

He stares at you for a moment, processing what you've just said, and once he does, a laugh escapes him, "Y/n- are you serious?"

"Don't laugh, you asshole," You groan. "Y/n." He waits for you to uncover your face, but when you don't, he gently slaps the side of your thigh over your jeans, "Y/n, look at me."

You crack your hands open just enough to look at his face without fully uncovering your face, "Speak."

"Y/n," He says once more, his smile softening as he removes your hands himself.

"What...?" You sigh. "So you're wearing granny panties," He laughs, spotting a bit of the elastic sticking out from the top of your jeans and snapping it gently against your skin, "You think any heterosexual man would genuinely stop the process of getting laid just because a girl is wearing her...old lady underwear?"

"It's not just that- I didn't....I didn't shave either."

He gently rubs at your thighs, "And...?" "What do you mean 'and'?" You ask, lifting a brow at him. "I mean...we can stop if you want, but I don't really care if you're shaved or not," He shrugs.

You stare at him for a moment, surprised at his reaction, "You...don't care if a girl shaves?" He shakes his head, "I mean, are you not an adult woman? I don't need you to be bald as a baby's bottom or anything."

You know it's the bare minimum answer from a man, but you can't help how his reassurance makes you feel. You give him a nod, "Alright...you can- you can take them off."

He smiles, "You sure?" "I'm sure."

His smile gets bigger and he resumes his previous task- he tugs down slowly, pulling a little harder when the pants get caught on your ass, and then finally he's pulling them down your ankles, exposing the supposed 'granny panties', which are really just black bikini-cut panties with a slightly higher waistline.

His heart pounds at the sight of your bare thighs; unsurprisingly, he's never seen you like this, as you've always been a basketball shorts and tee-shirt kind of girl when it came to swimming and stuff.

"God, I could take a fucking bite out of your thighs," He groans. "Then do it." You say, eyes locked on his as you challenge him. Without a moment's hesitation, he bends down, kissing the flesh of your thighs a few times before giving a few love bites.

You smile, delighting in the sight.

At first, he's gentle, but then he begins to apply more pressure, until he's leaving slight indentations in the skin.

It's so fucking hot to see him enjoying you like this.

You watch him bite for a little while longer, and then he finally drops to his knees.

Your breath hitches at the sight.

"Here, lift your legs up a bit," He says. You lift up, and he helps your legs the rest of the way so that they're resting on his shoulders and back, leaving him in between your thighs.

His mouth waters at the sight of your clothed pussy- the mound of heat calling to him already.

"Can I keep going?" He asks, looking up at you. You nod, "Please..."

He brings his hand up so that four fingers rest on your upper pelvis while his thumb rubs small circles over the fabric of your panties. Immediately, you let your eyes closer, "Fuck...that feels so good."

He lets his tongue come out to rest at the corner of his mouth, completely focused on you. You bring your arm up to rest behind your head as you let out soft moans. Then finally, he's sliding your panties off- the last barrier between your wanting pussy and his hungry mouth.

You feel shy again at the thought of him seeing your ungroomed heat, but then he lets out a desperate groan, "You're so fucking beautiful..."

His words make your heart flutter. Then he does something no one's ever done before- he blows gently on you, and the sensation makes you exhale sharply, "Woah- no one's every done that to me before." "Not everyone knows how to eat pussy like me," He says smugly. "Oh please, you're so fucking arrog-" You begin to say,

And then, without warning, his tongue is flat against your sensitive bud, the shock immediately shutting you the fuck up.

"Oh fuck," You hiss.

He licks up and down, his head bobbing as he works on your sensitive clit. You bring your hand down to his head, but you can't help the way it clenches to grab a fistful of his hair, and you accidentally pull a bit too hard- Then you feel a firm smack on your ass- the sting making your eyes widen in pleasure, "Again," You say, surprising even yourself.

He smacks once more, slightly harder than the last time, as he continues to lick you. "Kyung, it feels so good- it feels so fucking good," You whimper, beginning to grind your pussy into his nose and mouth. His arms curl around your thighs, holding you in place as his licks become more rapid and merciless, his fingertips digging into you.

Somehow, in this intimate and pleasurable moment, you're reminded of that interview Doja Cat gave about how she prefers men with big noses- and you must say, you now understand what she meant.

"Mmm..." He groans into your pussy before briefly pulling away to say, "You taste even better than I thought you would."

Your breathing becomes labored as you begin writhing in pleasure, "Kyung- I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum soon," You moan. He doesn't stop- just holds tighter, groaning more into your soft pussy. "Kyung- Kyung- oh God-" Your hips begin bucking wildly, "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

He doesn't stop just yet, wanting you to ride out your orgasm on his face, and you let him continue for a little while longer, until the sensation is way too much, "Shit-" Your hips buck involuntarily once more, and then he's finally releasing you, a triumphant smile on his face.

"God, Kyung..." You pant, staring up at the ceiling in a daze, "So, this is what you've been doing all this time?"

"Pretty much," He chuckles.

He doesn't move, just lets your recover- though he stares at you in awe; he can't get over the fact that he's now watching you- the girl he grew up with and considered his absolute best friend- recover from an orgasm that he gave her. It's enough to make his head spin.

His hand does come up to gently massage the spots on your thighs that he'd previously smacked, wanting to help ease some of the redness.

You look down at him and see his mouth is still glistening from your orgasm, and you can't help the new wave of arousal that grows within you at the sight, "Come here," You say, beckoning him.

He knows exactly what you want, as he wants the same thing, and he gently stands, leaning over you with his knee resting between your legs as he holds himself up, "You wanna know what you taste like, Princess?"

He uses one of the names- one of the pet names you'd mentioned earlier- and it instantly makes you ravenous.

You immediately wrap your arms around him and bring him close, and much to his surprise, rather than kissing him, you bring your tongue out to lick your cum off of the surface of his mouth and nose.

"That was so fucking hot," He breathes. "I know right?" You say smugly.

"Are you...okay to keep going?" he asks, his own smirk growing, "Or have I already worn you out?"

"Oh please," You reach down between the both of you and undo the button of his jeans with the same precision he'd undone yours, "I haven't even had my fill yet."

His eyes darken at the way you're speaking to him- so confident, so sure of yourself.

This was the side of you that that prick at the wedding didn't get to see- and maybe it's a good thing; that asshole didn't deserve you anyway.

Kyung slides out of his pants, leaving him in his black boxer briefs.

"Oh, you haven't had your fill, huh?" He echoes your words, a dark smile on his face, "You gonna let me fill you up, then?"

You nod, eyes flashing down to his groin; you can see it- the hard bulge that you can already tell is gonna be big.

Your mouth waters at the sight. He follows your line of vision to his groin and smirks, "What? What are you looking at...?"

"You know what I'm looking at," You say, feeling your cheeks burn. "No, no. Tell me what you want, Princess."

You can't help the shyness that suddenly takes over, "I..." "You...?" He brings his hand to run from your ankle and up to your thigh, "Come on...just say it..."

"I wanna see you...all of you," You manage to say.

His smile grows wider, "Alright..." He brings his hands up to the waistband of his underwear and and gently tugs downward just enough to expose his upper pelvic area; a little shadow of hair peeks out from the top.

You bite your lip, your pussy newly wet as you anticipate the moment he'll finally show you.

Then finally, he tugs them down all the way, stepping out of them once they're on the floor.

Hong Kyung... is fucking hung.

Your mouth falls open, but no words come out, and it makes him smile; he knows very well what he's working with.

"Where do you want me to put it, Y/n?"

His slick tone, mixed with his use of your name, makes your stomach do flips.

You don't answer verbally; instead, you adjust yourself up higher on the bed so your back is against the headboard, and slowly, you spread your legs to display yourself for him anew.

You bring your hand up to your tongue, licking slowly, and then bring it down between your legs to rub gentle circles on your clit.

He watches you with a dark ferocity, your sensuality making his cock twitch at the sight.

Slowly, like a man hunting prey, he crawls onto the bed until he's positioned between your legs again, though he makes no other move- he just stares down at you, drinking in the view.

His eyes trail over your breasts, your pussy, your thighs- and finally, your face... The face he'd seen so many times, but hadn't truly seen until this very moment.

You really are so beautiful to him... "Get the condom," He instructs.

You nod, reaching over to get it from your beside drawer, then you hand it to him. "Wait, why'd you assume I had one?" You ask, tilting your head as you watch him tear the corner open with his mouth.

He'd learned that movie when you'd watched 'Love Don't Cost a Thing' as teenagers- I guess Steve Harvey was right... it is cooler to do it with your teeth.

He snorts, "I saw the condom a few weeks ago when I was digging for batteries for the remote, and I sure as hell knew you weren't fuckin' gonna use them." Even in the middle of some of the hottest sex either of you has ever had, he still manages to be the same asshole you've always known him to be.

"And how would you know I wasn't going to?" You arch a brow at him. "Because I saw the rose toy you have right next to the box," He laughs. Making fun of you right before he fucks you?

Oh yeah, absolutely nothing's gonna change between the both of you after this, you're sure of it. He's finally slips the condom on and then reaches down and hooks his arms around your thighs, gently pulling you lower so you're positioned better. He caresses your legs gently, delighting in the way goosebumps cover every inch that he touches. He brings a hand between your legs to see if you're ready, and then brings that same hand up to his mouth, "You're so wet, aren't you?"

You nod, "I am- I'm so fucking ready, Kyung."

He smiles and then looks down between the two of you. He grabs his dick in his hand and puts his tip right on your clit, rubbing up and down a few times to get it lubricated, "I can't wait to see how you fucking feel, Y/n," He says, drool practically dripping out of his mouth at the thought of finally feeling you around his cock...

You bite your lip, bracing yourself for when he'll actually slip it in.

He positions himself at your entrance finally, "You tell me if you need us to stop, okay?" He says, looking at you again, a much softer expression on his face- wanting one last nod of approval for him to continue.

"I will," You say, giving him a soft smile.

That's all he needs; slowly, he pushes his length into you, his eyes fluttering at the sudden tightness. Your eyes shut completely as your pussy adjusts to his size; he's so damn big- bigger than anyone you've had before.

"Oh fuck," He growls, "Y/n...oh my God, Y/n..."

The way he moans your name is like music to your ears, "I'm here with you," You say gently, resting your hand on top of the one he has on your thigh.

Your voice is like honey, and all he wants is to be completely engulfed in you right now as he feels every single centimeter of your wanting heat.

His deep voice fills the room- a series of curses as he indulges in the pleasures of the flesh.

"Fuck, I never thought you'd feel this fucking good," He drives all the way into you, though he's careful to keep his pace slow, so as not to hurt or discomfort you.

"Come here," You say, bringing your arms out so he can be closer to you.

He doesn't hesitate to get on top of you properly, his dick never leaving the comfort of your heat, and now he's hovering over you again, his face inches from yours, eyes connected completely as you both exchange this intimate moment.

"You're doing so good, Princess," he says, his nose grazing yours. God, the way he's praising you is the hottest fucking thing in the world. "Harder, Kyung," You say, bringing your hand into his hair, tugging lightly.

He obliges, pumping harder and slightly faster, the slapping noises filling the room. "Oh shit- oh shit like that- right on my clit, baby," You moan for him, "Just like that."

He loves hearing you be vocal, and can't help the urge to bring his lips crashing onto yours again; it's a sloppy kiss, but delicious all the same- His tongue drags against your bottom lip and he takes the soft flesh between his teeth to bite down gently, stretching the delicate skin.

You tighten your grip in his hair and let out a small moan. Nothing compares to this feeling; the feeling of wanting to be so close to someone that you're fused into one being...one very soul.

You're so tight and he's so excited it's hard for him to fully focus on not cumming- he'd be mortified if the very first time you guys ever hooked up, you'd get the impression that he was a minute-man.

"I- I'm trying not to cum too soon," He murmurs. Your eyes gleam at his words; he's already close to orgasm and it's...because of you.

"Okay hold on-" You rest your hand on his chest to slow his pace.

You reach over to your nightstand, careful not to let him fall out of you. You feel around for a moment or two for the texture of the silicone against your fingertips.

You pull out the little, pink, silicone rose toy.

Kyung somehow gets even harder at the sight of the toy; when he'd seen it for the first time a few weeks ago, he was curious about what you might look like when you... though he'd immediately shut the idea out of his mind- But now?

Now he gets to see you in action.

He gives one hard thrust into you, keeping you on your toes. You squeal, letting out a laugh and slapping his chest.

You reposition yourself comfortably, and he moves a bit so that there's enough space for your arm to fit between the both of you; then, you switch on the toy and place it right on your clit.

Your eyes immediately close, delighting in the sensation. He watches your face for a moment, his cock twitching inside of you at the beautiful sight.

Slowly, he pumps in and out, wanting to savor the moment a bit.

"Mm..." You moan, your jaw falling open involuntarily, tongue pressing hard against the inside of your cheek.

"You're so beautiful..." He murmurs again, planting kisses along your shoulders and chest as he keeps his thrusts even.

You open your eyes and see the way he's looking at you- his eyes holding something not a single one of your other partners has ever held.

You can acknowledge that the dynamic between the both of you makes the experience more enjoyable. He knows you better than anyone, which amplifies the connection aspect.

It's just a fuck, but its a fuck between best friends- and that feeling of closeness is why you find yourself so close to your second orgasm already.

"K-Kyung-" Your brows furrow, though you don't break eye contact, "I'm gonna cum again," You whisper, feeling it rise in your stomach.

"Come on, beautiful. I'll cum with you, come on-" He brings his hand up to the side of your face, caressing it slowly, and letting his thumb rest on your bottom lip, holding it down as he begins to pump harder and faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" You whine, "I'm gonna fucking cum for you, baby," You're already losing yourself.

You calling him that- calling him baby- triggers something deep within him and he realizes that this whole time, he'd been in the same boat as you- wanting connection.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum too, Y/n," He groans, giving five good, deep thrusts before bursting inside of you, filling the condom with every last drop he has.

Shortly after, you're screaming as the wave overtakes you, bucking your hips violently, "Oh shit!"

He takes you in again, his chest swelling with pride at having made you cum twice in one night. His thrusts slow down considerably, and he's now just looking down at you, a lazy smile on his face.

You pant, "Shit, Kyung..."

He laughs tiredly, "What the fuck just happened?"

"I think we...just had sex," you laugh with him, legs still spread as he hasn't taken himself out of you.

He lets himself collapse top of you, this time not supporting his weight, as his arms now feel very much like spaghetti.

"Shit, you asshole," You reprimand him playfully, "You're thin but you weigh a ton."

He nuzzles his face in the cruck of your neck, "Shut up."

You feel the heat of his breath on your skin and it relaxes you, your breathing now even as well.

Finally, after about two minutes, he rolls off to the side- the sudden feeling of emptiness between your legs makes you shiver, along with the sudden exposure to the coolness of the bedroom now that you don't feel his warmth.

A comfortable silence falls between you as you lay next to one another. He stares up at the ceiling, smiling softly.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" You ask, furrowing your brows. "Honestly...and I'm not saying this to blow smoke up your ass or anything..." He looks over at you, "That may have been the best sex I've ever had."

"Right!?" Your eyes widen and you let out a boisterous laugh, "I was just thinking that."

"You were right all along," He shrugs, "It's different with someone you have a connection with." "I know I'm right. I always am."

He rolls his eyes, "I take it back." "Nope, that's not how it works," You sigh triumphantly. He sits up and adjusts himself to stretch, "I'm gonna go to take a whiz," He sighs, "Need anything from the kitchen?"

"Yeah, bring me one of the little bags of Hot Cheetos. I just bought some." He nods, about to get up but he can't fight the temptation and swiftly turns to give your ass one good smack before jumping up, knowing you'd reach over to try to get him.

"Hong Kyung!" You hiss. "I'll be back!" He runs out of the room (naked) before you can get your hands on him.

You can't help but laugh at his stupidity... Maybe this will work after all.

It's been about a week since you and Hong Kyung started up your little...agreement, and since then, you'd been having sex every other day, almost.

It's fun, casual, and satisfying; not to mention, as soon as it's over, you're back to how you always are- watching movies, goofing off, being unserious and uncomplicated.

You sit in the coffee shop, leaning back in your chair as you sip your black coffee, anxiously waiting for So-hyun.

When she finally walks through the door, she approaches with a sorry smile, "I know I'm totally late, there was so much traffic."

You wave her away with a smile, "Don't worry, I haven't been here long." She looks at you, blinking her eyes a few times, "You're awful smiley for it being so early in the morning..." You furrow your brows, though your smile doesn't fade, "What do you mean?" "Y/n, I'm usually having to call you at least twenty times for you to get up and meet me earlier than eleven," She snorts. "Oh, yeah...I guess I've just been...in a good mood lately," You say, looking around the room to avoid looking directly at her; you're bad at trying to be casual. "Y/n," She eyes you. "Hm?" "What are you not saying...?" "What do you mean? There's nothing I'm not saying. I say it all, all thet time. I'm known for keeping it real, ya know?" You're word vomiting again. She gently rests her hand on your forearm, "Take a breather, Y/n."

You nod and let out a big exhale. "Now spit it out," She says. You hesitate, but then finally decide to just say it, "Remember how I told you about my...almost hook-up at the wedding?" "Yeah..." "And then remember how you suggested that I hook up with Hong Kyung?"

She raises a brow at you, "Yes...I remember." "Well..." You bring your coffee cup to your lips, "We had sex this past weekend, and have had sex almost every day since then," You take a sip. Her mouth falls open and she stares at you in disbelief, "You guys are-?" She doesn't finish her sentence. You nod, "Yep. We are. We even made this...contract."

You feel your face getting hot.

"A contract," She echoes incredulously, "Like a legal contract? Or did you two sign something stupid on a napkin after drinking soju" She snorts. "Uhm, well actually, it was a sheet of legal pad paper, thank you very much," I huff.

She lets out a laugh, "I can't believe you guys are doing that." "What do you mean? You were the one who suggested it," You furrow your brows. "Yeah, but I didn't seriously think you'd do it." "What, now you think it's a bad idea or something?" She thinks for a moment, "I don't know...possibly." "Well, allow me to put your mind at ease; he and I are totally normal. Nothing has changed, nor will it change." "And you're sure about that?" She asks. "Yes, dammit," You say exasperatedly.

She throws her hands up in surrender, a sly smile still on her face, "Alright, alright. I believe you."

"Thank you," You sigh, taking another sip of your coffee.

She just doesn't understand. You and Kyung are just built different; thick as thieves- nothing will ever change that...

Not even really good, life-changing sex.