Whenever you two were together in his room during your study sessions, and he simply couldn’t figure out the solution to a math problem, it would always end up with him fucking your throat or cunt. And the sex got more intense over time as he got better and gave into his suppressed desires.

And he was mean whenever he was upset over an unsolvable question. Eyes dark and mouth slightly parted from the pleasure as he completely took it out on you, his cock driving into your tight pussy with surprising rigour.

To be honest, you loved this side of him, which you never saw outside of this room. Fucking you so meanly whilst whispering the nastiest things to you.

“God, you’re so tight.”

The bed was creaking from how hard Sieun was fucking into you, grabbing onto your hips to hold you in place as he repeatedly thrusted up against your sweet spot. The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he watched in satisfaction as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

As if the pleasure wasn’t enough, his hands slid over your stomach and pressed down over where his cock was buried in your pussy and you let out a squeal. Sieun leaned in close, his lips brushing over your neck and to your jaw as his other hand moved to thumb your clit, the contact of his finger against your bud sending electric shocks up your body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His breath was hot against your neck as his index finger drew teasing circles around your clit. “You’ll cum, won’t you?” You could only nod, your brains had turned into mush from how good Sieun was dicking you down and you could barely form words.

Your body took his words like it was a command, grabbing his arm like an anchor as you came around his thick cock. A soft, satisfied noise left his lips as he watched you come undone underneath him, and he finally pulled out of you.

He took out his napkin from his study table and gently dabbed at your inner thighs, dragging the soft silk over your slit as he held your hand.

“You know, I think I finally figured it out. The answer to that last calculus question.”

— 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐍

If this man could care less than not, he would. Lowkey doesn’t even get that she’s trying to flirt at first and is just annoyed because the girl won’t leave. It takes him five full minutes and one glare from you to finally understand what’s happening and reject her.

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“Excuse me?”

The fresh air of the park your boyfriend had taken you to seemed to thicken when your eyes landed on the girl standing near the both of you. You weren’t usually hostile to distractions, on the contrary glad to help if you could, but you had trouble keeping your jaw from clenching when the distraction in question was one of those girls with too wide grins and an attitude like the world owed them for existing. Your boyfriend, which was the one that girl spoke to, turned to her with that neutral-like look he always wore.

“Yes?” He asked simply.

The girl giggled—that, sort of giggle. Your skin crawled at how awful it sounded.

“I was just passing by like… you know. You two are so cute together! Are you siblings?”

At the blatant attempt at smoothness and the tone in her voice—that high-pitched, annoying sound—your fists clenched. You were literally sitting together, your leg over your boyfriend’s and his hand nearing your thigh? If you couldn’t tell she was desperately trying to flirt and ruin your date, you’d worry about her idea of sibling relationships.

Sieun just frowned, quiet and almost confused as he looked up at her. She stood there with a wide bright grin that slowly faltered as the silence got heavier and longer—your boyfriend quietly looking up at her in confusion while you glared at him. Finally, she cleared her throat, trying again.

“Anyway, I just wondered if I could have your num—”

“I think that’s enough.”

Your smile was as sweet as usual but your tone could cut through steel—your eyes glaring daggers at the girl. You moved your hand to grab your boyfriend’s one, who lazily let you, slowly lacing your fingers with his at the notice of the tension in your hand.

“We’re not interested.”

The girl stood there for a minute, frozen and mouth slightly agape before closing it shut and leaving with an arrogant and frustrated huff. You groaned loudly, turning to your boyfriend with an almost deperate look in your eyes.

“You seriously didn’t get she was flirting?”

“How could I have? She’s terrible.”

You couldn’t even be mad at him.

— 𝐀𝐇𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐇𝐎

This little brat would not even be surprised—he’s popular and he knows it. He’d try to reject her gently, with kind tone and words, until he slowly gets frustrated when she’s not backing away. Would make her leave with one last firm word, and turn to you only to tease you about that jealous and annoyed look on your face.

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“Hi!”

Her voice had been too loud, filling up too much space in the quiet peace of the restaurant. You turned your head to watch the girl standing near your table, her gaze solely on your boyfriend like you weren’t there—or not worth looking at. You frowned but kept quiet, waiting to see how that’d turn out. After a moment of awkward silence, Suho finally found his voice again, putting on a polite smile—the same one he offered customers all the time.

“Can we help you?” He asked politely.

You loved how he said ‘we’—like he always included you, whatever was the conversation. She smirked, chuckling with that annoying tone.

“You, sure can.” She grinned widely. Her lips became a sulky, self-pitying pout. “It’s just—I’m so lonely. My date dumped me, so I’m left all alone…”

Your jaw clenched but you kept to yourself, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest with raised eyebrows. You trusted Suho, and despite how annoying this girl was, you were willing to see how far she’d go.

“I’ve seen you from the table there.” She carried on, motioning to the empty seat across the room. “I wondered if you’d come with me? We could share a drink together.”

Suho’s smile had dropped into a small frown as the girl kept talking. He didn’t want to be mean but the nerve she had and her proud smirk made his frustration boil just under the surface.

“Sorry.” He still smiled, though it was way tighter than before. “She’s my girlfriend.” He held your hand, as if showing you off proudly. You couldn’t help a small grin on your lips. “We’re on a date.” Your boyfriend finally added.

Both you and Suho had expected her to back off from then, maybe leave while rolling her eyes, but she stayed there—her grin not faltering.

“I wasn’t talking about her.” Her voice cut through, sharp and filled with that false warmth. “We can—”

“Can you stop?”

Your boyfriend wasn’t being nice anymore. His eyebrows were furrowed and his tone colder.

“I told you, I’m with my girlfriend. Have some respect, and leave.”

That finished shutting the girl up. Her smile fell, she straightened back up and cleared her throat, cheeks flushing a little.

“Tch, whatever.” She groaned lowly, turning on her heels and walking away.

Once she was seated again, you turned your gaze to your boyfriend who sighed—yet his grin quickly returned when he looked at you.

“Jealous?” He grinned, his gaze soft beneath the teasing at the sight of your crossed arms and furrowed eyebrows.

“Shut up.” You retorted, smirking as you took a sip of your drink. “You’re lucky you rejected her.”

Your boyfriend laughed, grinning widely.

“I wouldn’t have if she was a bit prettier—”

Your knife was seconds away from accidentally stabbing his hand.

— 𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

This man does NOT get it—because what do you mean a girl is interested in him? But he gently pushes her away the second he realizes. He feels bad and sorry that happened, even if it wasn’t his fault, because he understands how uncomfortable and jealous you might have felt—and he knows he would’ve hated if it happened the other way around.

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The girl had been at it for what felt like hours now. Approaching the two of you at the entry of the cinema your boyfriend had taken you to—she started complimenting your boyfriend’s car, looks, even his personality as if she knew him. You’d been clenching your jaw but hadn’t said anything yet—while your boyfriend stood there with flushed cheeks, trying to figure out whether this girl was talking casually or dumb enough to flirt with a boy holding a girl’s hand.

You’d try to restrain your own feelings, see if he’d do anything, but lost your patience the second the girl’s hand moved to touch your boyfriend’s shoulder.

Whithin a second, you swatted it away, glaring daggers.

“Are you really that dense?” You finally spat out, voice sharp. “He’s my boyfriend. Stop flirting.”

The girl’s eyes widened, quiet for a second before she chuckled sufficiently.

“Well, he doesn't seem to mind—”

“I do.” Your boyfriend suddenly cut her off, trying to toughen his voice.

You gave one last glare to the girl, as if your gaze only could push her away, and dragged your boyfriend in the movies' room.

You sat at your designed seat, sighing as you finally got rid of that annoying girl, when your boyfriend’s voice was heard, quiet.

“Sorry.” He muttered, gaze low. “I thought.. I mean I wasn’t sure…”

He cut himself off, as if too ashamed to even explain himself.

“I’m just really sorry.” He finally conclued. “I should’ve rejected her myself.”

You had turned to look at your boyfriend, your gaze trailing over his features in the dark. He didn’t dare look at you, chin down, and instead waited for your reaction—an outburst of anger he guessed.

But your voice was soft, gentle when you finally spoke.

“It's fine. You didn’t want to hurt her.”

Beomseok’s head whipped around to look at you, eyes wide. You kept your gaze on the giant screen before you.

“I understand how you felt. I don’t blame you, so don’t feel guilty okay?”

You turned to meet his gaze and swore you could distinguish the smallest tears in his eyes despite the darkness. He didn’t let them fall though, instead nodding slowly and smiling.

“Okay. Thank you.”

It was your turn to smile, moving your hand to grab his.

“No worries love.”

He didn’t let go of your hand the whole movie.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍

The idiot’s smiling and talking the whole time, completely clueless of your furrowed eyebrows until one touch makes him realize what this girl’s been hinting at. His eyes widen and he stutters something so you take matters into your own hands. He ends up teasing you like the little brat he is.

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You’d been gone for a minute, just enough time to go to the bathroom, that you walked out to the sight of your boyfriend excitedly talking to some girl you've never seen. Your eyebrows furrowed. Maybe she was just a friend? Yet, she laughed way too much at your boyfriend’s antics to your liking. You quickly walked over, offering a small polite yet tight smile.

“Hi?”

“Oh hey baby!” Baku excitedly called out, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer as he turned to the girl. “That’s Si-yeok! She needed help finding her way around, she's from Haenam!”

You slowly nodded, turning to look at the girl who’d stiffened when Baku called you ‘baby’.

“Finding her way around hm?” You spoke, suspicious.

There was a silence, your boyfriend looking between you and the girl in confusion as tension seemed to thicken the air.

It took one glare from you to your boyfriend for his eyes to suddenly widen, gasping dramatically as you sighed inwardly.

“OH. THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND.” He suddenly exclaimed, taking about three steps back like he's been bitten and pointing obnoxiously at you.

You held back a chuckle, looking up at the girl and just gave her a nod of the head.

“The dumbass’ mine.” You sighed. “Please go on your way.”

She nodded back at that, muttering a halfhearted apology before quickly walking away. You turned to your boyfriend, almost as if about to scold him—but the next second Baku was on you, bowing like he’d personally threatened you.

“I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, looking up at you. “I didn’t realize—I mean I didn’t think—I only love you—”

You gently hit the back of his head to make him stop, winning a whine out of him. You couldn’t hold back a smirk, though you tried.

“Just shut up.” You sighed. “You owe me tteokbokki for that.”

Your boyfriend grinned at that, smirking at you.

“Anything for my dearest girlfriend.”

— 𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊

SIDE EYE KING YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE. Will let her talk for a while before mumbling a cold ‘we’re on a date’ and when she keeps insisting—we all know he has anger issues—he gets frustrated easily and only eases when he sees your whipped smile.

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“Hi there.”

You might not have been the smartest in your class, and neither was your boyfriend, but both of you knew what that annoyingly sweet tone meant. You shared a glance as the girl walked up to you, judging before she could even keep on her speech—which promised to be worthless anyway.

You turned your head back to the girl standing there, eyeing your boyfriend up and down in the middle of the street. You would've laughed at her if uninvited jealousy didn’t come picking at your heart. Not that you didn’t trust your boyfriend, far from you that idea, but he was.. your, boyfriend. Not hers to look at with that stupid grin.

“You’re hot.” She pointed out blatantly.

What a way to start a conversation with a stranger, you thought. You turned to your boyfriend, trying to guess what he’d reply, only to see his eyebrows furrowed as he gave that girl the nastiest side eye you’ve ever seen. You bit your lower lip and looked away for a second, holding back a laugh.

Meanwhile, the girl stood there in awkward silence as she waited for an answer that wouldn’t come. After a minute of painful silence, she tried again, frowning now.

“Hello? I’m speaking to you—”

“We’re on a date.”

Gotak cut in with a low and cold tone, his gaze still on the girl. There was another small silence, as awkward as the last. I mean, you wouldn’t know—this whole situation had turned hilarious for you.

“Yeah, I can see that.” The girl finally scoffed, tucking her hair behind her ear like some dramatic character from a K-drama. “But I mean, look at her and look at me. Clearly there’s a better option—”

“Yeah, her, 100%.”

Your boyfriend’s tone was firm, like stating the simplest fact ever but with a hint of frustration. His hold on your hand unconsciously tightened.

“You don’t get to stop us and talk to me this way.” Gotak carried on. “You don't get to keep pushing when I ask you to stop and even less to dare say anything about my girlfriend.”

The way he insisted on the word ‘girlfriend’ made your lips twitch slightly upwards. Your eyes were locked on his now, your chest warming at the sight of his frustration boiling over—which you rarely appreciated.

“Have some respect, for us and yourself.” Your boyfriend finally ended. “And leave us alone.”

And on those words, he turned around, and walked away—dragging you away with his grip still firm on your hand. Only when you turned the corner of the street did he slow down, sighing between his gritted teeth.

“Sorry about that.” He groaned, turning to you. “This girl—”

He stopped himself when he met your sparkly gaze and totally whipped smile. He was quiet for a second before letting a soft scoff escaping his lips.

“I can’t believe it. Did you enjoy that?” Gotak grinned.

You chuckled and confidently nodded.

“Not until you started speaking.” You smirked back.

Your boyfriend chuckled and resumed walking, still holding onto your hand firmly. He was cocky for the rest of the day.

— 𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐄

This poor boy is flustered to death so you take matters into your own hands (you’re the man in the relationship ngl).

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“You’re so cute!”

Juntae and you had simultaneously turned to the voice, caught off guard by how energetic and high-pitched it sounded. You frowned at the sight of the girl, glancing at your boyfriend like he was some puppy she wanted to pet.

Your boyfriend and you had only came outside to do some shopping together, but that afternoon seemed about to take a whole new turn.

“I can’t believe this! And you’re so short too!” The girl kept talking, her voice almost a squeal.

You clenched your fists in frustration, noticing your boyfriend’s flushed cheeks and clear embarrassment. Yet the girl didn’t back off, like she couldn’t be bothered.

You truly saw red when her hand reached for your boyfriend’s hair, as if about to ruffle it. Within a second, you swatted her hand away in a slap—taking a protective step in front of your boyfriend.

“Don’t touch him.” Your voice was firm and cold, a clear threat if the girl dared doing another move. “He's my boyfriend, and more importantly, you’re clearly making him uncomfortable. Be respectful.”

The girl frowned, scoffing like you’d just said a joke.

“What? I didn’t even do anything—”

“Just shut up will you?!” You snapped, eyebrows furrowing and voice raising a little. “And back off before I actually punch you!”

The girl flinched, groaning as she reluctantly walked away, stealing one last glance at your boyfriend above your shoulder. Once she finally left, you sighed and turned back to Juntae—who gave you the most awed stare you’ve ever received.

“What?” You chuckled, smile returning on your lips.

“You’re so cool.” He simply grinned, cheeks still a bit flushed.

You laughed at that, grabbing his hand, and went back to shopping. Juntae insisted on buying you all the clothes you asked for that day.

— 𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

Straight up ignores her and keeps on talking to you like she ain’t even there. When she keeps insisting, he gives her one stare and a cold reply and pouf she flew out of there herself.

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The both of you had been sitting in a café you’d dragged your boyfriend to, pleading you wanted to go on a ‘normal date’ with him rather than sitting in the cold bowling room, when it happened.

“Hi~”

One glance towards the girl and Baekjin was already looking back at you, keeping on talking like he’d never been interrupted. You were almost as surprised as the girl, glancing back and forth between your boyfriend and the stranger standing there awkwardly, eyes darting around before landing on Baekjin again. She cleared her throat.

“Hi!”

She spoke a little louder, like her volume was the reason she hadn’t got a reaction out of your boyfriend. The situation was almost comical at this point—the smallest smirk tugging at your lips. She sighed like the both of you were the problem before suddenly slamming her hand on the table. Not hard—but enough to cut Baekjin into his speech.

Satisfied she finally got his attention, the girl smiled widely, opening her mouth to speak. But before a word could leave her lips, your boyfriend’s cold voice cut her off.

“Don’t you have some self-respect?”

You could feel the air charge with tension at your boyfriend's tone, the smile slowly faltering on your lips. Though you did find her annoying too, you didn’t want to witness a murder.

“I’m clearly on a date with my girlfriend.” Baekjin carried on. “And yet you keep interrupting us, even when I made it clear I wasn’t interested.”

The girl opened her mouth but your boyfriend stopped her—again.

“I don’t think you have anything to say for yourself. Now, I’ll ask you to apologize, and leave.”

She hesitated, like her pride didn’t allow herself to know the word ‘sorry’, but one cold glare from your boyfriend and she gulped turning to you and bowing slightly.

“I’m sorry.” She quietly murmured before bolting away.

Baekjin sighed and leaned back in his seat as your eyes followed the figure of the girl running out the café. You only turned to your boyfriend when he spoke again.

“I told you we shouldn’t have come here. I hate places like this. Next time, we're finding a place we both like.”

You simply nodded, the smallest smile drawing itself on your lips.

He might’ve been scary, but there weren’t many boyfriends who compared to how much Baekjin cared for you.

— 𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐄

Lowkey would flirt back for half a second just to annoy you but stops before you actually get upset and flip off the girl himself so hard you almost feel bad yourself (then relentlessly teases you about your ‘jealous face’ so much you end up beating him up (you’re stronger than him trust)).

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Your boyfriend had taken you to play video games—which he thought was the best place to take you to after you asked him for a proper date. Needless to say you sighed and groaned the whole way, reluctantly following him until you sat in the seat beside him, facing one of those screens Seongje somehow seemed addicted to.

After a few games you miserably lost while your boyfriend both laughed at you and offered you advice, you thought it might not be so bad for a date. That, was until she came in.

Long straight dark hair running down her shoulders, a cocky smirk and what you liked to call a very punchable face—the girl that walked to your boyfriend’s seat looked exactly like the mix of a bully and the classic pick me girl. Just one look, and you hated her already. What came after only made it worse.

“Hey there.” She grinned widely as she leaned on your boyfriend’s seat. “What you’re playing?”

You clenched your jaw, watching the whole interaction from the corner of your eye. And Seongje was well aware of it.

“Just some game.” He grinned back, clearly enjoying this. “Why? Interested?”

The girl smirked back, glaring at you like she'd won. Her hands moved to hover just above your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Maybe.” She replied. “Are you?~”

Your fists were clenched at her flirty tone and though Seongje did have a lot of fun seeing you so obviously jealous—he didn’t wanna actually upset you.

“Nah.” He grinned suddenly, not bothering to look up at the girl. “You’re not my type.”

The girl’s eyes widened suddenly as she straightened, taken aback. You kept your eyebrows furrowed, quiet.

“Wait what?” She exclaimed. “But you—”

“Yeah, well no.” Seongje sighed, cutting her off. “Now back off, your perfume smells terrible—it makes me sick.”

The girl couldn't help but let out a small offended gasp before stomping away—ego crushed—as your boyfriend laughed to himself. You kept your gaze on him, glaring daggers.

“What?” Your boyfriend smirked, feeling your gaze on him. “Jealous? I just rejected her for you—”

You punched his arm just hard enough to make sure he loses his game before turning back to your screen, sighing.

“Shut up you jerk.”

Your boyfriend only chuckled at that, observing you for a second before going back to his own screen, smirking like a devil as his avatar revived in the game.

“Oh it’s on.”

Let’s just say you guys cleared that off fighting for your life in whatever game you were playing—and that your frustration somehow made you level up just enough to beat your boyfriend’s ass.

AN: Tried making all characters in one instead of doing multiple parts, what do we think chat?🥀 Lowkey sucks and kinda short since I put everyone together really sorry but I hope it lived up to your expectations anon!! Thank you so much for your kind words and support it means the world to me<33

dating a literal opposite of you was not on your bingo card.

you met this idiot accidentally when you were heading to lunch by yourself like always. all of a sudden, someone bumped into you badly, making you turn around in shock.

but as you made eye contact with the person who dared to shove into you, his eyes went into an awe expression.

if it wasn't obvious, he just fell in love with you. he started to bow, an adorable blush spreading on his cheeks.

"i sincerely apologise, i didn't plan to shove into a beautiful girl like yourself!"

his antics made you crack a soft smile, revealing a blush of your own.

at that, his smile widened in relief. since that day, baku never left you alone.

every day, he was by your side. he was just too intrigued by your shyness, insisting that he means no harm.

"i promise i don't bite! unless you're into that kind of stuff," he joked, laughing at his own words. but when he saw your uncomfortable expression, his laughter faded quickly. "sorry, that was totally weird."

and yet, you managed to fall for this big idiot.

even if you two were the complete opposites, you still felt like he understood you so well. your personalities complimented each other, making you compatible right away.

this guy lost his mind with cuteness aggression when you actually confessed first - voice low, cheeks a lot redder than usual - it just made him wanting to squeeze you into his embrace and never let you go.

that's what he did anyway. no one could stop him.

when you were alone with him, everything felt a lot easier for you. he never hesitated to talk for you, taking the lead in anything (not before getting your approval, of course).

after all, he was a natural leader. he didn't mind it. actually, he loved doing it for you.

he knew how anxious you could get, already used to it. it never bothered him, he was happy to be there for you.

what he adored the most about you was the way your eyes keeps looking away at the intense eye contact, or the way you catch onto his hand when you feel nervous or anxious in public.

he thrives in the feeling of protecting something precious as yourself.

but sometimes, hanging out with his friends was... a lot.

you got introduced to them in the beginning of your relationship with humin, but as he got carried away with them, you sometimes felt very left out.

you never commented on it, glad that your boyfriend is having fun with his friends.

he himself sometimes doesn't notice it either, too focused on cracking jokes and making people laugh.

you usually stood at the back or was on your phone, secretly hoping to get noticed.

nothing.

sometimes, you thought about it a lot. sometimes, you just hated your very introverted nature.

you wished to speak freely with anyone about anything, just like your boyfriend.

why was it so easy for him? what did he have that you lacked?

...

on a sunny weekend, you found yourself watching the guys play some basketball at the court.

they were clearly having fun, all of them cracking jokes and smiling. even sieun shown a small lift of his lips.

of course you got invited to also play but you declined, sending them to have their own fun.

you didn't even notice yourself zoning out all of a sudden, thinking about nothing particular.

the guys ran to the bleachers, plopping down on the bench as they reached for their water.

the faint smell of sweat intensified when your boyfriend found his place right next to you. you weren't grossed out by it, you found it a bit comforting in a way.

as he chugged on his water, he then hummed at you to get your attention.

"whatcha thinking about?" he asked, pointing out your moment of zoning out.

you shrugged, still hugging your knees. you felt his eyes still observing you. he clearly was thinking about something.

"you know what?" he began speaking again, standing up. "let's play ball. 1 v 1," he announced, grinning.

you looked up at him, your expression a bit confused. that was clearly way out of your comfort zone, and he was aware.

"come on, you can't be sulking around me!" humin announced loudly, still waiting for you to stand up. "let's go. baku will distract you."

your friend next to you, gotak, grimaced at the sight. "why are you talking in third person...?"

humin of course ignored his words, getting a hold of your wrist as he lifted you up.

"c'mon, princess! off you go!" he cheered as he led you onto the basketball court.

in the end, you had a good time. you loved that your boyfriend was always aware of your presence, making you feel seen.

even in front of his friends.

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You were messed up, your hair was in knots.

You looked at your friend through the bathroom mirror.

Her mascara was clumped, forming streaks of black down her cheeks, her dress might as well have been in a fountain from how much alcohol was spilled on it.

A group of girls that you had never seen before huddled around her, offering comforting pats on her back as you rushed and grabbed a hold of her hair while she hunched over the toilet bowl and hurled.

You cringed at the sound, at the smell, at the sight-- everything about it.

One of the girls had asked if she was okay, to which she responded with a drunken sob.

To be frank, you weren't really sure what had happened. She had walked up to you and hurriedly pointed to the bathroom while you were by the island table grabbing another cup of punch.

And now you were here, comforting your dear Ji-na like you had done so many times before.

She sniffled a little bit, before turning to face you.

"I.. I saw him making out with her." She sobs.

You stare at her, the anger obvious on your face. You weren't surprised that her slut of a boyfriend was making out with another girl, in fact, you had tried to tell her that multiple times, even providing evidence of him and another girl having dinner together.

To which you were always met with an "you're just jealous!" or "you don't know anything about us!"

All you could reply with was a sigh. A 'you should've listened' type of sigh.

"Where is he right now?"

"I dunno," Ji-na sniffled, "probably in the pool, still making out with her." She paused for a second, before sobbing again.

The girl behind her handed her a tissue, gently cooing at her in a motherly nature. The others around her seemed to foster the same gentle manner.

It felt like every girl who has stumbled into the bathroom, checked to see if Ji-na was doing alright.

These were the moments you really appreciated when it came to having friendships with other girls. There was a sort of connection and fondness of each other that men never seemed to have.

"Someone sober her up please, I need to go take care of that man." You stood up and walked to the door, earning a few 'beat his ass!' and 'he fumbled a bad bitch.'

You walked around the ridiculously big mansion that was owned by whichever rich kid that was hosting the party. Trying to find the pool. You garnered a couple catcalls from the men around you, you always ignored it, as sad as it is, they value a reaction from their harassments.

You always made sure to.. accidentally step on their feet though.

You opened the huge glass door, making your way to the even bigger backyard. You catch Ji-an's boyfriend, Kang-i, leaning on a sun lounge, his new girl straddling him as they were in a deep make out session.

You stormed towards them.

"Hey!" They startled before looking at you. Kang-i immediately shoving her off of his lap.

"y/n!" He says in a frantic daze. "It.. it's not what it looks like!'

"Not what it looks like?" You yell, stepping closer towards him as you back straightens in frustration.

"Your soon to be ex girlfriend is in the bathroom right now, crying over you and your bitch ass!" This a earned a few whispers and 'oooo's from the people around you.

The girl he had shoved stood up, folding her arms against her chest as she glances at you before looking back at him.

"Soon to be ex girlfriend?" She asks.

"It's not.. I didn't--- I don't.." he groans in frustration before letting out a breathy laugh, "she's fucking crazy babe! I don't have a 'soon to be ex girlfriend'." He sputters out in a nervous laugh.

"Oh, so then Ji-an's just nothing to you then?" You say this quieter now, not wanting Ji-an to be known by the crowd around you.

"Ji-an?"

"Who--! I don't even know her--- she's fucking crazy man! She's making shit up." He points at you.

"Oh really?" You say accusingly, "so then you don't know Go-ra? Or Helen? What about Do-il? Young-mi? Eun-bong? Yun-hee? Ha-yoon? Seo-ha?" You dropped your tone so only the three of you could hear. You wanted to embarrass this guy, but you didn't want to drag those other girls down with him.

He let's out another nervous laugh.

"Do they all not know about each other as well? Are you lying to her like how you lied to them?" Your lips were twitching upwards with the way he was shaking in fear.

Not just the fear of losing her, no, she was just another plaything until he gets bored. But the fear of not being able to get any new ones.

The girl that was in front of him was now standing next to you. The same look that was on your face was now on hers.

"I'm leaving, don't talk to me ever again." She says before grabbing her purse and making her way out. You give her a pat on the back as she walks past you, to which she returns.

"Y/n you fucking bitch!" Kang-i shouts, before you knew it, he lunges towards you.

You managed to step away just in time, looking back as he prepares himself for another lunge.

Of course, you dodge it. He was drunk out of his mind and was probably seeing double. He couldn't even guess where you were actually standing.

"You just had to get into my business didn't you?!" He's throwing punches now.

Well, he's trying to, he's not necessarily hitting anything per se. Only the air. You just look at him as you sigh in disappointment. Turning around as you started walking.

Until you felt an arm wrap around your throat.

Shit, now he's headlocking me?

Your reflexes kick in fast, you bit into it as hard as you could. Hearing a loud yell from the man behind you. You turned around to see him clutching his arm in pain. He looked up at you, baring his teeth as he was practically seething with rage.

Fine, if he wanted a fight, then he'll get a fight.

You bring yourself over to him, landing a steady kick by his stomach. He stumbles backwards, while he steadies himself, he swings at you. A swing that you obviously dodge. You grab his arm, twisting it as hard as you could, before punching him right smack on his face.

He collapses on the ground, before throwing up the contents of his stomach.

You send in a final kick to his chin, flying him backwards onto the ground, right next to the puddle of his own vomit.

"Ugh" you cringed as you walked away.

You were stopped by the entrance. One half of the door was closed, and in front of the other half stood a tall figure.

You mutter out an 'excuse me,' looking up when you realised that he wasn't budging.

Geum Seongje.

You've heard about him before, mostly things that were chalked up to being rumours. You knew that he was violent, sociopathic even. People say he has no emotions, others say that he gets off on beating people up.

One thing's for sure though, you didn't want to deal with him right now.

"Excuse me." You repeat, voice stern this time. He just smirks down at you.

"Cool it, killer." He grins, leaning towards you, a cigarette in between his mouth. "That was real sexy, seeing you fight like that." He lets out a mocking laugh.

You just glare up at him, waiting for him to finish so that he could move aside and let you in the house.

"Woah, relax your eyes a bit, they're gonna scare people off."

You don't respond, further intensifying your gaze.

"Not a talker? But you talked so much back there." He laughs again, now he's just being annoying. He pulls away from his cigarette with a smoke.

"I have a feeling I'll be seeing you around."

You bump into his shoulder as you force your way past him.

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That was seven months ago. And see him around you did. You saw him everywhere you fucking went.

"All you're good at is starting fights."

You were leaning against an alleyway, taking a drag from your cigarette.

"And all you're good at is staring at me while I do it." Geum Seongje's voice echoes through the alley as he lands another kick on the guy kneeling in front of him.

"I was here first" you rolled your eyes as the boy cried out in pain.

"Then that's too bad." He smirks.

The guy he was hazing got up from his position on the floor, facing behind him to look right at you. His eyes were covered in snot and his face was full of bruises. You're not sure how long Seongje spent beating this freak up.

"p-please..I'm so sor---"

Another kick lands right at his lower back, sending him back on the floor.

"You should apologise to me you fuck." Seongje spat out, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as he clicks his tongue.

If it was anybody else then you would've helped him, maybe pull Seongje back by his hair and tell him to back off. You've done it before.

But the bruised up bitch he was beating up was the same guy that stole your pack of Marlboro's, so you weren't too concerned about him. Sure, they were only 4,500 Won, but in this economy, you expected yourself to buy things and actually use them.

You flicked your cigarette to the floor, stepping on it before making your way back to the internet cafe. Ignoring the annoyingly playful calls of your name.

You hated Geum Seongje.

Hated hated.

You hated men in general, but this freak. Oh, this freak was the guy that really tested your patience.

Whenever you were unfortunate enough to run into him, he'd be relentless with his (for lack of a better word) bullying. He'd make fun of everything you'd do, every step that you would take-- literally--- he's made fun of the way you walk, the way you talk, even the way you smoke.

By the time you realised that you two frequented the same internet cafe, it was already too late. He'd pull up the chair right beside you while you were focused on your game. And whenever you moved seats, he'd just follow suit.

What's worse is when you'd be so close to winning a match, your aim focusing on your opponent, ready to take the shot, before his hand pops up in front of you, waving it around as he laughs at the "you lose" sign on your computer.

You hoped to god that you could shoot him one day.

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You walked up the stairs to the roof of your cousin's school. You were trying to find him, your father forcing you to go and find his ass since you had a family gathering tonight. You really disliked him, all he watches are red-pilled content on Instagram, reinforcing the same words into your family's household.

He gets it from all the other men in the family probably.

You hear a couple of thuds from the other side of the roof. You opened the door slightly, lowering your eyes as you see the sight in front of you. Once again, Geum Seongje was beating the crap out of some guy.

You just sighed, debating whether or not this dude was worth saving.

You snap out of it once you see Seongje crouch in front of him, saying something about him having sad eyes and wanting to remember it for later.

You open the door fully, storming towards him as you snatch his phone out of his hand.

His head darted at you, a slow grin forming on his face when he slowly realises that it was you.

"Hey there gorgeous." He winks, you sigh again for the hundredth time today. "Don't call me that."

"Sure thing, princess." His eyes drift from your face to the phone in his hand. "Mind giving that back to me? I want to capture a memory."

You narrowed your gaze to the boy sat on the floor behind you, you glance at him, signalling to him that he gets to fuck out of here, he seemingly gets the message as he fumbles up to his feet and run towards the door.

"Aww, what an angel you are." He coos at you mockingly. His eyes wide in excitement. He lifts up an arm to you, palms open.

"You have something that's mine?" He teases you, grin growing wider while he drifts from his phone back to your face. He could feel his pupils dilating as he looks at you.

You really are gorgeous.

"You want your phone?"

He's even more excited now. What are you gonna do? Tell him to beg for it? Maybe force him to a fist fight for it? Oh, he was giddy in anticipation.

You walked to the edge of the rooftop, not giving him a chance to negotiate before you pulled your arm back and chucked his phone to the parking lot of the school.

He smiles, he smiles widely.

"You're a confident one aren't ya'?" He shoves his hands inside his jacket pocket, slowly striding towards you. You return his gaze, not backing down.

"And you're a power hungry insecure freak that gets off on hurting other people."

He laughs, he laughs hard. He likes you already. A young girl like you has the confidence to challenge him? Oh, he's hot already.

He may be a power hungry freak, but so were you. He could see that.

He's keeping an eye on you.

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From then on he'd bother you any chance he'd get.

Usually it would just be a few minutes of annoying banter, other times it would be a fight. Nothing too intense.

You'd be fiddling around with the vending machine by the alley of a bowling place. It was the one where the Union would frequently hold their meetings, you didn't know that.

You were getting annoyed from the stubborn machine, before deciding to just kick the snack down.

You managed to grab a hold of the snack, though as you were holding it, it was snatched out of our hand just as quickly.

You looked at the person who stole it, already guessing the culprit.

"Seongje." You said with malice, wanting to punch the smirk on his face right off.

"Thanks for the food." He laughs. You reach your arm to grab it, before he stopped your wrist with his own.

"I appreciate it," his face is closer to you now, he's leaning down to face you, he was too close for your own comfort.

"Maybe you should just give me your money, so I can buy my own snacks, hm?" He says teasingly, chuckling at the way you were trying to squirm your way out of his grip.

"Let go of me."

"I don't think I will." He wanted to see how you would react. He was really looking at you to hit him, punch him, kick him. He obviously didn't like being beaten up, but if it were you.. he wouldn't mind.

The second your fist met his stomach, his heart churned. Maybe in some twisted obsession, or the need to feel something, or the fact that you were a girl and you were noticeably smaller than him. He could feel his chest swell up with pride.

Pride from what? He wonders that too, maybe the fact that he had already claimed you as his, from the moment he saw you during the party. And that in his mind.

His girl had the confidence to hit him.

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You were slouched down sitting on the ledge of a rooftop. You took a swig from the bottle of soju in your hand.

"Damn Y/n, leave some for the rest of us." You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, nearly startling yourself off the ledge. You whipped your head around almost too quickly.

"What are you doing here Seongje?" You squinted your eyes towards him suspiciously.

"I didn't think you'd be here," he walked lazily towards you, before dropping himself down beside you. "This is where I usually hang out."

The rooftop you were sitting on was of an abandoned building, you suspect maybe an apartment of a firm. You found it last winter while you were running away from a bunch of crepey men who were trying to hit on you in an alleyway. They ultimately decided to ditch chasing after you.

Since then you've been coming back here whenever you had to deal with another handful of annoying boys from your family.

"I didn't know that meant this entire place is yours." You didn't even bother looking at him beside you, gripping the bottle tighter and bringing it to your lips.

He watches you. He watches as your lips pursed over the opening of the bottle, he could feel his tongue come out to lick his own.

He watches you as your hand lowered, signalling to him that you were done. He takes this as an opportunity to swiftly grab the bottle from your hands, chugging down the remains of the alcohol.

You just sigh, the obvious disappointment evident on your face as you stare at him blankly.

You watch as he tosses the bottle to the floor beneath you.

"Strawberry."

You pause, slowly reverting your gaze back to him.

"What?"

"You're wearing strawberry lipgloss, no?"

Your eyes dart around, flustered. Your adams apple bobbing up and down as you swallow down your frustration.

He notices, he smirks, before reaching a hand down his pocket and taking out his pack of cigarettes. He takes one, placing it between his lips, before shoving the box to your hands. He looks at you expectingly.

You take it.

He smiles, his chest is heaving now. He watches you take out your own lighter. He watches you smoke his cigarette. He could still taste the strawberry on his lips. He wanted to taste it again, needs to taste it again.

He watches you exhale the smoke out of your lungs, into the black of the night. You could feel his gaze, you always felt it. Your mind was screaming at you to just get the fuck out of here. To get away from him.

And you do. You push yourself away from the ledge, turning on your heel while you prepare to leave.

"I'll see you." You hear him say.

Sure you will.

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Every time you're sitting in your personal hideout, he'd appear right beside you. He'd bring all sorts of shit that the both of you would chainsmoke.

Today was weed.

The two of you shared a joint as the cloud of cannabis swarmed your head. Your eyes were burning and your mind was elsewhere.

You pass the joint back to him, the both of you sitting in silence with the occasional banter.

He brings it to his lips and lets out a drag. He smacks his lips, pausing for a second, before he gives it back to you.

"Cherry?" He smirks, you were past being flustered anymore.

It was a regular occurrence for him to snatch a cigarette from your lips whenever he would walk past you, bringing to his and then guessing the flavour of lip gloss that you were wearing.

You also found yourself wearing a different flavour every time. Sometimes you'd catch yourself with a cigarette between your lips, unlit. Just in case.

... Just in case? Just in case what? In case he'd come and take it out of your mouth so that he could taste it while locking eyes with you?

You tried to deny any interest in him-- in fact-- you denied any interest with any guy, not wanting to risk being so vulnerable with people known for treating their girlfriends like shit. You've seen your own family, you knew the effects of men that understood their power over their wives.

You felt a finger poke your cheek, you turned to look at him in a haze.

"There she is" he looks at you, a small, lazy grin forming on his lips.

"Will you ever leave me alone?"

He shakes his head, "I'll follow you every where."

You felt your heart stutter. Despite being insanely high, you were lucid enough to compose yourself. Fighting the urge to kiss hi--

To kiss him?? Pull your shit together Y/n.

You couldn't afford having any physical relations with anyone, especially him. The guy known for fucking around with other women.

Get your shit together.

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You've been avoiding him. Not because you just want to be away from him, not because you had to take a moment to contemplate your growing feelings for him.

But because your dad was home. The second he stepped through the front door, you just felt an impending sense of doom.

You father, along with the many other men in your family, doesn't really treat you like a person. They treat you differently, mostly because you were a woman, and you were just expected to act lady-like and feminine.

It angered you how looked down the many women in your family were. The worst part was that they just take it, they don't try to fight back, or take back any dignity of their own that had been stripped away from them.

You were sat on the steps of an alleyway almost half an hour away from your home. You just needed to clear your mind, so you ran.

You ran as far away as you could form the insults that were coming out of your family's mouths. You ran until you found a place where you could be vulnerable. You bury your head to your knees as you let tears spill from your eyes. You refused to show any weakness in front of anyone, especially your friends. You considered yourself as the stronger one. The reasonable one, you didn't want anyone to think that your emotions could cloud your judgement.

But the thing about emotional repression is that eventually, you'll break. You were always cautious whenever you'd feel your chest grow particularly heavier, or when you could feel your body heat up from all the anger you've been swallowing down.

You wiped your tears away the second you heard footsteps approaching you. You didn't have to look and see who it was, you could already tell from the way his shoes hit the ground.

You felt a nudge by your foot. Looking up, you the unmoving features on his face, his usual bored expression evident, but his eyes held a silent soft look.

"Need a smoke?" He lowers his hand, his cigarette resting between his fingers as he crouches down to your level. You look at him, your eyes puffy and red, you stared at it for a second, before taking it.

"Is this why you smoke?" He watches you, the sadness in your eyes never faltering from your face.

"To distract yourself from all the sadness in your life?"

You don't bother to look at him, whatever it was that he was trying to say, you weren't in the mood to deal with it.

"That's why everyone smokes." You exhale. He nods, reverting his gaze to look at nothing in particular.

"How did you find me?" You eventually ask.

"I followed you." This makes you glance up at him, before looking back down on your lap as you scoff, "of course you did."

He leans closer to you, his face only a few metres away, "I heard shouting when I walked past your house, thought you might've ran eventually." How does he know where your house i---

"I ran for my own safety." You muster an eye roll, not wanting to encourage his false assumptions. Well, was it really false though?

"You ran because you didn't want to deal with your shitty life." He quips.

He has some nerve doesn't he.

"As if you're any different." You took another drag from the cigarette, "you deal with it by hurting people."

He laughs this time, "and you deal with it by watching me."

The both of you fell into silence once again, you glance at your watch, sighing when you remembered that you had to go back home eventually. He watches you close your eyes taking another long drag of the tobacco that you were holding.

He stands up

"Wanna go get ramen?"

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You tried your best to ignore Seongje ever since that day. It's been a week, and you hated yourself for showing so much weakness in front of the man you thought as your enemy.

Instead of bumping harsh shoulders with each other when you would pass by, you avoided him entirely. Every corner he was walking in, you'd take the opposite.

He's been noticing it as well. He's not oblivious, he's nothing if not observant, he sees the way your eyes dart around if he stared at you for too long. He noticed when you'd uncomfortably shift in your seat instead of challenging him and returning his stare.

He didn't like this, he didn't like this at all.

Usually he'd get over it, he'd find some other girl to obsess over and forget about you entirely.

But you weren't some girl. He felt something whenever he was with you, maybe frustration that you didn't just take his bullying and instead retaliated.

He could feel his entire body getting hot whenever you looked at him with a playful grin, your eyes essentially telling him to "try me."

And he did, and he loves it. He loves the cat and mouse game between the both of you, only this time you and him were both the cat and the mouse. You were tormenting each other, and he could only assume that you loved the chase as much as he did.

But now you were starting to become like everyone else; scared. Scared of him. Though, perhaps because of something else.

It was night, you slowly walked back home, wanting to prolong the journey because you just really didn't want to go home.

You were focused on the music playing on your headphones, not realising the way Seongje followed suit behind you.

You turned a corner, taking the long way back. You felt your headphones getting shoved down to your shoulders, before you could turn and punch whichever creep did that, you felt your back slam onto the wall of an alley.

"We keep meeting in alleys." You could feel Seongje's breath creeping down your neck.

You shove him off of you, "what the fuck's your problem!?" You shout out, rubbing your shoulders as you glared at him in frustration.

"There's something I wanted to ask you." He says blankly, acting like he didn't just scared the shit out of you.

"Then ask like a regular person you fucking psycho." You shove past him, continuing your way home. You didn't make it too far when he strides in front of you, blocking you from walking any further.

"You would've ran away." He crosses his arms, "speaking of.." He drags you near a wall, a steady hand on your shoulder. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest.

"You've been avoiding me." He purses his lips, head lowering down to yours. His breath fanning over your neck as he speaks.

"What? I can't be fed up with your annoying shit anymore?" You spat. Your head was dizzy, too many things had happened at home, and at school, and overall in general. You just wanted to collapse on your bed, to be taken care of.

He shakes his head as he chuckles lowly, "no, not you." You roll your eyes.

"Well I'm sorry that I'm not the version of me that you made up in your head, then." You smack his arm off of you.

"I don't care that I've been 'acting different,' or if you don't like how I'm acting just because I'm dealing with shit." You watch as his chest heaves up and down, you can only assume that he was growing angrier the more you spoke.

"Or maybe you think I owe you something just because you found me crying and treated me food." Your voice was growing louder now.

He doesn't speak for a moment, he shifts from one foot to the other, "I think I want you to stop pretending to be so tough."

"You're saying that?" You scoff. pushing yourself off of the wall, groaning when he slams you back. "What do you want, Seongje?" You tell him sternly this time.

"I want you to stop acting like you don't notice the shift between us." He might as well be drilling holes through your skull.

"Us?" You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, "since when has there ever been an us?" You wanted to shut up, you screamed at yourself to stop talking. You didn't want to show him that you cared, that you were as bothered as he was.

"Since the second I saw you beat up that loser during the party." He says, voice dropping this time, there's a certain gentleness in the way he said it.

His eyes never left yours. Your shoulder raised with every breath that you took, you could hear your own heartbeat pounding through your ears.

"And I want you to stop acting like you care." You're not sure why you said that. Your interactions with him barely showed any care.

He'd threaten other guys to stay away from you was it. Though you could just chalk it up to his possessiveness and need for control over care.

"Would it be so bad if I did?" He breathes out, it was your turn to laugh now. He's not the type of person to give a fuck about someone else. Especially another woman, guys like him only see women as a game to win. Though, you guess he's not like every guy.

"You don't know how to care." You step closer to him, watching him take another step back, "no one has ever cared about you, so you don't know how to replicate it." Your cheeks tugged into a smirk.

"You like the thrill of arguing with me, you confuse fear with care." You could tell your words were ticking him off. You don't know why you've decided to piss him off, rather than just running back home.

"I do, I really do." He looks back to you, "but I also like how, compared to everyone else, I'm the only guy who has ever seen you as an equal."

You froze. He was right. You hated him, you hated how he treated you like an obstacle, but he treats everyone the same way. He doesn't see you any less just because of the one thing you can't control. He bothers you like he'd do anyone else.

You sigh deeply. "I really wish I had never met you."

His jaw twitches, teeth clenching while you see his eyes darken further. "Try again?" He steps closer to you now, his body might as well be pressed right against yours with how close it was. His face stopping right in front of yours.

"I wish" you grit through your teeth, "I had never met you." I wish you didn't make me feel so vulnerable.

His hand drift to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. His fingers slowly caressing the nape of your neck. Your breath hitched, you could feel yourself heating up.

"Even when you're cornered like this, you really think you can challenge me, huh?" His other hand comes up to pat your cheek. His eyes widen, he smiles, a slow, wide smile. Baring his teeth while he looks down at you.

"You piss me off." You say plainly, trying to hide the way your thighs wanted to clench.

He laughs again, "you're really begging for it, huh?" He's way closer than before, your mind screamed at you to punch him in the face and run your ass out of there. But a part of you didn't want to. You wanted him to prove to you how much he wants you. You want to be wanted.

"You gonna do something about it?" Your voice came out much more airy than you intended it to be. Your back presses further onto the wall. His gaze darts to your lips, You felt the same hand that was on your cheek rift further down to your hips. Your body flinching slightly from the contact.

He mutters out a 'hell yeah I will' and before you could process what was going on, his lips were already on yours. Your eyes closed the second he presses himself further against your body. Your lips parted slightly when you felt his hand give your neck a gentle squeeze. He took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into you. The wet muscle exploring your mouth, gliding against the front of your teeth, tasting every inch of your mouth.

He takes your lower lip in between his and sucks. You felt your legs tremble slightly as you stopped a moan from escaping your throat. He didn't like that, the hand that was on your hip shifted, pinching the mound of flesh between his fingers, he drinks in the yelp that you had let out.

He tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, he bites down, wanting to hear you squeal, he clicks his tongue as he parts from you only slightly, catching his breath, he sees the way you try your best not to make a sound, and he hates that. He immediately dives right back in, his tongue focusing on yours this time. He bites down on yours, forcing a soft whimper out of your throat. He smirks slightly, your head was locked between both of his hands, he brings your tongue out past your lips, sucking on it.

God, he'd leave hickeys on it if he could.

Your cheeks heat up from embarrassment at the sound the both of you were making. The wet squelches bouncing back and fourth between the cramped walls between you.

He groans at the way your fingers dig into his scalp and tug on his hair. Trying to find something to ground yourself through the situation you were in.

His actions were more impatient now, he was biting harder, wanting to draw blood from your lips, wanting to taste it.

His hand landed on your thigh, slowly caressing it. You gripped his wrist before he could slide it up your skirt. You parted away from him, lips swollen, you mustered up a glare, but the haziness in your eyes prevented you from doing that. You wanted him to slide it up, you wanted him to take you right then and there, but you were also scared of what that would mean.

It was already bad that he had seen you cry, if he sees you naked, bare beneath him, then you couldn't turn back from that.

He sees the hesitation in the way your fingers trembled. "I need you, right now." He says with half-lidded eyes, clouded in lust. You contemplated for a moment, before loosening your grip on his wrist, he acted quickly. Slipping it up your skirt and pressing a palm on your clothed pussy. You buck your hips into his hand as you bit your knuckles to prevent any sound coming out of your throat.

He rips it away from your mouth, "let it all out princess," he practically growls. "I need everyone walking past to know who's making you feel good."

You let out a tiny whimper as he presses the bone of his palm to your clit, rubbing it in steady circles. You let out a long sigh, closing your eyes as you focus on how good you're feeling.

"That's it." He grins, repeating the pattern on your clit, "just let go, alright?"

He angles his hand, the pads of his fingers slowly rubbing your slit. He could feel the tip of his finger getting wet from your slick. He lights up seeing how wet you were already, "I haven't even touched you properly yet."

You roll your eyes, trying to maintain at least some kind of composure. Fighting the way your legs wanted to give out and collapse under him. The only way you were hoisting yourself up was the way you leaned against the wall.

The discomfort of the cloth between your flesh and his was preventing you form actually feeling him. He feels just the same as you did, wanting to shove your panties aside and plunge his fingers deep inside you.

Instead, he tugs on it. Letting go as and watching you flinch when the elastic band of your panties slap against you.

"You're so much prettier when you're falling apart." His other hand rides up your blouse, tugging your bra to the side and firmly grasping on your tit. You arch against him.

"I've-- ugh..- I've been falling apart."

"Yeah but never because of me." He retracts the hand that was massaging your tit, lowering it down between your thighs and in one swift motion, you hear a loud rip coming from beneath you. Your head snapped down, looking at him in disbelief when you realised he had fucking ripped your panties in half.

"Seongje what the fuck are you doi--" you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling his slim fingers enter your cunt. He's knuckles deep inside you now, adding another finger while curling it up, you arch even further when he reaches the sensitive spot inside of your gummy walls.

He pulls it out, before slamming it back in, maintaining the fast rhythm that he was going at. Your head drops down, hands clutching his forearms. His pride increasing the more he feels you clench around him. He hasn't even put his cock in you, and you're already trembling?

You groan when you felt his thumb rub steady figure eights on your clit. That mixed with the overwhelming feeling of his fingers folding inside you, slowly building up the pressure in your lower abdomen.

He could feel you were close to getting undone. Your pussy tightening around him even more, your moans were increasing, your hand let go of him and reached up to grip your hair.

"Just give it to me, yeah?" He dips his head down and snakes his tongue into your parted lips, your wet muscles dancing on each other while you reach closer to your release.

"I need to see you cum." He could feel his bulge growing harder in his pants the more he looks at your writhing face. Your brows furrowing as you focused on your pleasure. "Need to know how much of a slut you are for me."

His words made the walls of your cunt stutter around him. His pace falters for a second, his lips widening to a teasing smile. "You liked that?" He chuckles lowly.

"You like being degraded, don't you?" His head is by your neck now, licking and sucking hickeys on the nape of your throat. "Dirty girl."

His mouth is back on yours. A string of saliva connecting the both of you when he pulls away. Your lips were covered in his spit.

"I need you to cum around me baby." His voice dropped even further down somehow. You shut your eyes the second you felt your orgasm wash over you, your cum was practically dripping down his hand. Your pussy was clenching on nothing as he pulls his fingers out, he steadies his eye contact with you, bringing his hand up to his mouth and sucking on it.

He makes a show on dramatically moaning into his hand. "You taste so good." He grins at the way your head snaps away from his gaze in embarrassment. "Better than any of the lip glosses you've ever worn." He sucks on his fingers again, licking it clean, clean of your slick.

You didn't say anything, you didn't know what to say. He just fingered you, in public. God, you were probably moaning like a bitch in heat. You weren't too far from your neighbourhood too. You didn't want to embarrass yourself any more than you already are. He ripped your panties and fingered your pussy, and he's acting so much more normal than you are right now.

Your face was flushed, eyes half-lidded and lips wet and swollen. You were panting, both of your hands were clutching his jacket. Trying your best to avoid the intense gaze he was melting you with.

"Aw, she's all shy now?" He coos, he reaches up to caress the back of your scalp, redirecting your head to forcefully look at him. "But you were running your mouth so easily before." He tugs on your hair, forcing your head to completely focus on him. Only him.

"Look at me."

Your gaze drifts to his. His grin grows wider. The grip on your hair tightening only slightly, providing him restraint from just fucking you right here.

And he would, he wanted to feel you fall apart even further, this time, on his cock.

"Come home with me." Your eyes sharpen the moment he said that. Your lips part to speak, before you caught yourself between your words. You shook your head only slightly, uncomfortably so with the hand on your head. "My parents are-- are expecting me." Your voice came out soft.

You were mesmerised by the way the street light illuminated on his face, the yellow light accentuating the shadows of his features. The more you looked at him, the prettier he became.

"They can wait," he mutters before leaning his head back down and brought his lips back to yours, kissing you passionately.

He pulled himself back before it had gotten too heated again.

"I want to feel you." You didn't have time to respond, letting out a yelp when he bends down to hook an arm over the back of your knees, your own instinctively tossing itself around his shoulders as he carried you between his arms.

"What the hell are you doing." Your words came out more as a statement rather than a question. You could feel his erection through the way your hips would rub against him. Not wanting to point it out, not knowing how to point it out.

"I'm making sure I don't fuck you in the middle of that alleyway."

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Your head spun when your back hit the mattress of Seongje's room.

He kneeled in front of you, staring you down, eyeing you like prey. He wanted to ravage you right now, you were truly beautiful under him. He wanted to see you fall apart.

"I should've done this sooner." He groans, caging you between his arms, his hands on each ≠the mattress on each side of your head. You looked up at him, your eyes and mind hazy from the amount of times he had stopped walking just to take you into his mouth.

"Why didn't you?" You were challenging him again, not sure where you got the confidence to do so, given the fact that you were quiet almost the entire time he walked to where he lived.

He paused for a moment, eyes drifting down to your unbuttoned blouse, his hand reaching to pop off the last few buttons, exposing your chest.

"That doesn't matter." He sits up a bit, hastily shoving the blouse off of your torso, tossing it to whichever direction behind him. "I have you now." He reaches to your bra strap, sliding it off of your shoulders and guiding his fingers to unclasp it.

You shudder at the way the cool air hits your exposed breasts. Your head shying away from him once you realise how vulnerable you felt beneath him. Your hands reaching for his just to stabilise yourself.

"Save the embarrassment for after I actually fuck you." His hands slide away form yours for a split second, he leans back and frantically unbuckles his belt, wanting nothing more but to feel you already.

He chucks his belt elsewhere, when he dives down to your still bare cunt, your ripped panties are still bunched up on your thighs, he leans down and licks a fat stripe from the bottom of your folds up to your clit. He lets out a loud moan after he tastes you.

"Taste so much better straight from your pussy, baby." He whispers, the vibrations from his voice shooting through your body, causing you to let out a breathy moan.

He laps at your cunt, licking up and down at your folds, before pushing past it and shoving his tongue inside your hole. He pushes in and out of you. His hands work down to unzip his jeans, grinding onto the mattress when he parts from between your thighs to pull down his pants. Leaving him with his boxers. He takes off his shirt along with his pants, not missing the way your eyes linger on the muscles of his figure.

He smirks down at you, grabbing you by your legs and dragging you against him. Pressing his hips flush to your pussy, you felt his clothed erection rub against your clit. Without thinking, you hoist yourself up on your elbow, extending your arm and tugging on the waistband of his boxers.

"Why don't you take this off and fuck me properly then?" You're not sure where you had gotten the sudden confidence. Seongje was also taken aback, looking down at you in mild shock, before gripping on your hips even tighter and slamming you against him.

He smirks widely, the corners of his lips stretching all the way to the edge of his cheek. "There she is."

He spreads your thighs wider apart. Basically ripping off his boxers and aligning himself with you. Your eyes widen only slightly when you see the sheer size of him. You've taken dick before, you've even seen dick bigger than the average. Seongje, however, he had a certain thickness to it that you had never seen before, he had an upwards curve and his tip was flush pink. You could already see the way it glistened with his pre-cum.

He seemed to notice the way you were focused on his dick, his chest swelling up in pride as he seemingly knew what you were thinking about.

"Needy for me, aren't you?"

Slowly-- and very slowly --he inched his tip inside you, your thighs clenching in the way it prodded at your hole. "You're so tense." He whispers, his voice dropping, "just relax."

Oh but how could you relax? He was nearly splitting you in half. You could feel every inch of his thick cock as it slides in your wet, tight, cunt. You unconsciously spread your thighs even wider apart, your eyes threatening to squeeze shut to compose yourself from the unbearable stretch he was causing you to feel.

"Oh no no no," he chuckled, tapping your forehead with his index finger, making you look up at him. "Don't do that cutie" he tells you softly, as if he was trying to be gentle, though there was nothing gentle with the way he has you caged in his arms right now. Nor the way his eyes were devouring you in ways he physically won't be able to.

"Just keep your eyes on me." Before you knew it, he was fully inside you, his cock burying you to your hilt, it was almost like you could feel his tip kissing your womb. The stretch was painfully amazing. The sting of it making you clench even harder. He grinds his hips so deep that you could feel the way his balls rest against your ass.

He groans the second he sinks in to you, "didn't think you'd be this tight." He laughs, head slumping down, ogling at the way your tits were sitting right in front of him, he takes a few deep breath, before moving his hips back to pull out his dick, leaving only his tips past your folds. "You flirt with almost every guy in school--"

He slams down, your back arches off of the bed, your arms reach around to grip on something-- anything-- to prevent yourself from letting your mind drift too far. "Is it that you've never fucked any of them?" He pulls himself out again, leaving only half of his cock inside, he pushes himself up, hooking his arms under you, squeezing your ass when he brings your hips up with him.

He slams down into you again, angling his hips so he could feel your cervix reaching his tip. "Or were they all so small you couldn't feel anything, huh?" He pulls his one arm away from you, reaching to your stomach and pressed down on the evident bulge poking out through the stretch of your skin. You moaned at the way he felt so deliciously uncomfortable when you felt his dick push harder down inside you.

He started to grind his hips in and out and in and out. Picking up his pace once he get comfortable at the way your walls are hugging him. You felt every vein grazing the inside of your cunt, rubbing on the spongey spot in your cunt.

"mm-- ah- oh god." You reach to the pillow behind you, muffling out the noises slipping through your mouth. Seongje didn't like that, he wanted to hear you, he wanted to own every sense of you; your noises, how you felt, how you tasted, hell-- even how you smell.

He grips the sides of your face away from the pillow, he forces you to look at him, "hiding away form me?" His hips were meeting yours with every thrust, "but you were running your mouth so confidently before."

You clutched the sheets behind you, your thighs clenching Seongje's hips as you felt your own grow sore with the position he was pulling you in. Though, you didn't have to hoist your own body upwards, not with the way he was holding you up to meet him.

Moans and sighs of his name leave slip from your tongue.

"That's right baby, just keep on moaning my name for me." His eyes close shut, the rhythm in his hips stuttering ever so slightly once he realises how close he is. Your wet, velvety walls were caressing him so nicely.

He felt so warm, so snug and tight. The way you were hugging him gave him a pleasure that no meaningless hook up could ever give him. There was a connection, emotionally speaking. He had pried his way to your heart and it seems like you were doing the same to him.

"Seongje! I-- hah, I'm close..--" You whined, thrashing around beneath him, he holds your hips in place, "stop moving." He focused on your release, wanting to make you cum around him, wanting you to suck in his dick like you needed it.

And you did, with a high pitched moan, you came around him, pussy clenching his cock even tighter, like you didn't want him to pull out.

He won't be pulling out any time soon.

He speeds up, creamy slick forming around the base of his cock. He swipes it with his finger, leaning slouching down and forcing his fingers in your mouth. You take him in easily, sucking on the two of his digits, tasting a mix of you and his pre-cum.

"You taste that?"

You meekly nod, his hand moving with every bob of your head, "that's us." He smiles, a crazy tint in his eyes, reflecting possession. The way you opened your mouth willingly, like you had already accepted that you were his.

"God." He whispers softly, feeling his high coming close with every grind of his hips, "I'm gonna cum in you cutie." He moans in your ear, relishing in the way your mouth curved in embarrassment. Or maybe it was pain, he's rubbing your clit violently now, your entire body spasming in overstimulation.

"I'm gonna paint you white, you want that? Hm?" His spit-coated hand slides up and down your cheek, "want me to breed you good?" He growls out a chuckle, tongue slipping past his lips and licking on yours.

You couldn't let out a word, your pussy already feeling sore and puffy, your legs probably had bruises with the way his hands had gripped on them. Your hips were probably bruised as well, matching the forming bruises on his own hips.

He lands a light slap on your face, snapping you out of the state of pure bliss you were wandering off to. "Nngh-- yes.. please-- oh!" You clutched your eyes shut, unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure forming beneath your thighs.

"That's it, just keep begging like that princess, I'll give you what you want." And with a final trust, he spurts his cum inside you, the sheer amount of it causing some of it to spill out of your stuffed hole. You felt full, full of him.

The both of you were panting in the same beat, breaths mixing with each other when he pushes his lips against yours, tongue fighting with your tired one. He lets go of yur thighs, and it falls down on his bed with an echoing thud. You let go of the bedsheet between your palms, darting up to clutch on his hair.

Somehow, strangely, and unbelievably so, the kisses that he had trailed down your neck were gentle. You'd describe it as almost lovingly, romantic even.

"Holy shit princess," he breaths out on your skin, you shuddered at the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the cold atmosphere of his room.

"I think I like you." He lazily grins up at you, biting his lip when he sees the red and swollen features on your face.

You look down at him, catching your breath and trying not to focue on the fact that he was still inside you,

"You.." you cut yourself off, catching your breath, trying to find the words, he looks at you expectingly, "you don't like me, Seongje." His eyes widen only slightly, if you weren't paying attention, then you wouldn't've noticed the shock on his face.

"You're just obsessed with me."

"Then let me be obsessed with you" He props himself up with his arms, "you'll learn to want me eventually."

You paused for a moment, wondering if he was even worth the words you were thinking.

"I do."

He lights up, locking eyes with you. You could feel him slowly harden inside you.

"I want you as much as you want me."

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She treats him with absolute respect for his space and his time, never smothering him with demanding questions or unnecessary drama. Instead, she shows her love through practical acts of service: slipping a cup of coffee onto his desk while he is studying without saying a word, organizing his notes when she sees he’s completely exhausted or just sitting next to him reading a book in complete silence.

She is the only one capable of catching his subtle mood shifts or physical fatigue before anyone else, making her his ultimate safe haven.

𝑨𝒉𝒏 𝑺𝒖-𝒉𝒐:

His ideal type is a genuine, cheerful, transparent and down-to-earth girl. Su-ho values honesty above all else and absolutely hates mind games or being messed around. He needs a girlfriend who can be his anchor… someone mature but with a warm heart, who truly understands the grueling, exhausting pace of life he keeps up between his multiple jobs.

She treats him with immense warmth, spontaneity and a deeply sweet protective instinct. She is someone who genuinely laughs at his jokes, but still has the backbone to stand her ground and tell him: "Break time means resting... sit down and eat."

Her affection is incredibly physical and comforting: giving him long, heavy hugs after a brutal shift, whipping up a quick meal for him or insisting on walking with him in the dead of night so he isn't alone. With her, Su-ho can finally stop being everyone else's protector and just let himself be taken care of.

𝑶𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒐𝒎-𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌:

His ideal type is a girl with bulletproof emotional stability, immense empathy and total transparency. Beom-seok is incredibly fragile, paranoid and prone to misinterpreting people's intentions out of a deep-seated fear of rejection. His ideal girlfriend has to be highly secure in herself… an open book who never gets tired of clearly reassuring him of her affection.

She treats him with constant validation, infinite patience and absolute honesty. She’s the kind of girlfriend who never hides a single thing from him, making sure never to trigger his insecurities or jealousy. She doesn't treat him with pity, which Beom-seok would absolutely despise… instead, she gives him top priority in her life. She speaks to him gently but firmly whenever he starts to doubt himself, using daily gestures to remind him that he is loved for exactly who he is, helping him soothe his chronic fear of abandonment.

𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐-𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈:

His ideal type is a direct, loyal girl with zero emotional filters and a strong sense of companionship. Woo-young values straightforward codes of loyalty. His ideal girlfriend would be a pragmatic girl with a lot of character… someone who knows how to hold her own but thoroughly enjoys sharing a relaxed, drama-free everyday life with him.

She treats him with blunt honesty, camaraderie, and unconditional support. Their dynamic feels incredibly natural, like two best friends who also happen to be deeply in love. She doesn't try to change Woo-young’s lifestyle… instead, she becomes his anchor. If he messes up, she’ll call him out on it straight to his face with no sugarcoating, but at the same time, she’s the first person to have his back or sit down for a bite to eat with him just to listen to him vent after a tense day.

𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒃𝒊𝒏:

His ideal type is a girl with a strong, independent personality who isn't easily impressed. Yeong-bin uses cruelty and money to camouflage his own weaknesses. His ideal girlfriend can’t be a submissive girl, whom he would only end up walking all over out of sheer frustration. She needs a firm moral compass and enough maturity not to be blinded by his delusions of grandeur.

She treats him with firmness, clear boundaries, and a disarming honesty. She doesn't laugh at his cruel jokes or feed into his arrogant attitude. By treating him without fear and demanding maturity from him, she forces him to step down from his high horse. Their relationship is the only space where Yeong-bin doesn't have to "act" like the rich, tough guy... she strips away his facade with a single look in private, making him realize he doesn't need a power trip to win her love.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑯𝒖-𝒎𝒊𝒏:

His ideal type is a peaceful, deeply sweet and empathetic girl with great emotional stability. Baku carries a massive amount of tension and a complex background, so his ideal girlfriend represents the pure concept of "home." She has to be a great listener, someone who won't get spooked or judge him for the physical conflicts and street fights he constantly finds himself wrapped up in.

She treats him with unconditional tenderness and endless patience. She’s the classic girlfriend who welcomes him with open arms no matter if he shows up with a bruised face from a fight. Instead of scolding him harshly, she gently patches him up while making sure he’s well-fed. She speaks to him in a soft tone that instantly diffuses Hu-min’s impulsive temper, prioritizing his emotional well-being and making him feel profoundly safe and held.

𝑮𝒐 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏-𝒕𝒂𝒌:

His ideal type is a grounded, deeply understanding girl with a fierce, unbreakable loyalty. Because Gotak tends to be reactive and hides deep insecurities about his place in the group, his ideal girlfriend needs to be his emotional anchor. She has to be a mature girl who doesn't flinch at his angry outbursts and knows how to see the massive heart hidden behind his tough-guy front.

She treats him with constant validation and firm but loving boundaries. She knows exactly how to bring him back down to earth when he gets worked up, speaking to him calmly but firmly. She makes sure to make him feel like the center of her universe, keeping his fears of being sidelined at bay. Her affection shows in the little everyday details: texting him to make sure he got home safe, defending him in front of others and constantly reminding him how much he’s worth all on his own.

𝑵𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒆𝒌-𝒋𝒊𝒏:

His ideal type is an incredibly intelligent, sharp girl with a strong backbone and impeccable composure. Baek-jin has zero tolerance for weakness or people who are easily manipulated. His ideal girlfriend must possess immense mental fortitude, she isn't intimidated by his presence and has the intellectual capacity to challenge him or keep pace with him in conversation.

She treats him as an equal, with frankness and a subtle touch of irreverence. She doesn't treat him like a boss nor does she fear him like the rest of the world, she speaks to him peer-to-peer. She creates the only safe space where Baek-jin can completely take off his mask as the ruthless leader of the Union. In private, she uses her razor-sharp wit and clever sarcasm to crack his poker face, offering him absolute loyalty built on mutual trust, never on fear.

𝑮𝒆𝒖𝒎 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒋𝒆:

His ideal type is a bold, unpredictable girl with a quick wit and a thick emotional armor. Seong-je is cynical and gets incredibly bored by predictable or submissive people. He needs a girlfriend who can mentally stimulate him, someone with a streak of rebellion or mischief in her personality who isn't scandalized by his chaotic energy.

She treats him with constant challenges and a deeply playful, sharp complicity. She plays verbal tennis with him, throwing his provocations and ironic remarks right back at him instead of getting offended or scared off. She doesn't try to "save" him or change his wild nature, she enjoys it. However, behind closed doors, she knows exactly when to stand her ground with a cold look that tells Seong-je he’s crossed a line… earning his absolute respect because she is the one woman he would never dare to cross.

𝑩𝒂𝒆𝒌 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒉𝒂:

His ideal type is a girl with a patience of steel, great maturity and sharp intuition. Dong-ha is a cruel, sadistic delinquent who usually hides behind a mocking smirk to make everyone else uncomfortable, but deep down, he carries profound insecurities whenever he’s defeated or loses control. His ideal girlfriend needs to be incredibly grounded… someone who isn't spooked by his chaotic side or his obsession with money, possessing enough stability to be his only real axis.

She treats him with a mix of absolute firmness and unconditional loyalty. You dont celebrate his cruel streaks nor do you let yourself be intimidated by his provocations... if he gets unbearable or arrogant, you know how to shut him down with a single cold stare, earning his respect because you are one of the incredibly rare people he can't manipulate.