TheGreenLynx

the lights of the cameras are small, almost unnoticeable, but you feel them like a pulse against your skin. they blink quietly from different corners of the restaurant, red and steady, reminding you that everything you do, every breath, every shift of your fingers against the table, every flicker of hesitation is being recorded. 

you try not to look at them, but you are aware of all of them in the same way you are aware of your own heartbeat inside your chest, constant and impossible to ignore.

you’re sitting by the window, and you don’t remember choosing this seat, but it feels like something you would normally do. you’re close enough to the glass to watch people passing by, and you’re far enough from the door to have a few extra seconds before he reaches you when he enters. people walk past the restaurant without knowing what’s going on inside, without knowing that something unfinished is about to be reopened.

your hands rest around a glass of water you haven’t touched yet but they feel colder than they should. you shift slightly in your seat then stop yourself when you remember the cameras - too much movement feels wrong, but sitting still feels even worse. you wonder, briefly, how this looks on camera, if you seem nervous, if all of this is obvious, if you should leave before he comes, if you should stay there.

it has been a year since everything between you ended. a little over 365 days since your perfect world, the one you had been living in for two and a half years, ended in the blink of an eye. 

you still think about it sometimes, how complete and unbreakable it all felt while you were in it. how easy it was to believe you had already found the person you were supposed to build something with. you were good together, not just good, you were perfect together. everyone could see it - your friends, your family, his family, everyone that knew you two. you knew how he liked his coffee, the exact tone of his voice when he was pretending not to be tired, and he knew you just as well. or at least, that’s what you two thought.

your grip tightens slightly around the glass when you think about it because the truth is, somewhere along the way, your perfect world started to break when things stopped being said. things you thought you would bring up later, things he probably thought the same about. you would tell yourself you would talk about them another time, but that time just kept moving further and further away, until one day, it all became too much. 

you exhale slowly when the memory of the fight comes back the way it always does. words that were said too quickly, too sharpy. words that none of you meant but still landed exactly where they hurt the most. you remember the sound of your own voice, louder than you expected, and you remember his voice, on the edge of breaking down, like you had never seen him before.

you two had been holding back for a long time and then, in the middle of the fight, you realised that it wasn’t just that, that it was everything you hadn’t said, spilling all at once. you remember the way the anger drained out too quickly, and the silence that followed after that.

you remember him looking at you with tears in his eyes, just like you were looking at him, and that was the moment you two realised you needed to break up. it was not because you had stopped loving each other, but because something between you was no longer working the way it was supposed to and you both knew that loving each other was not enough to fix it, even though you both hoped it was. 

neither of you wanted that ending, you didn’t think you would ever get to that, but neither of you could see another way forward.

your fingers press lightly against the glass as you try to stop the memory from repeating again and again. you had spent a whole year learning what it felt like to not reach for him, catching yourself in small moments - wanting to call him, wanting to send a text, wanting to tell him something that had happened to you, wanting to tell him something that no one else would understand.

a whole year of stopping yourself.

you wonder if he stops himself too, if there are moments where he almost-

you stop the thought before it finishes and you look at the chair across from you, still empty, still waiting. 

you shake your head, this is a bad idea, you shouldn’t have agreed to this, you should’ve said no. you had declined at first, that day when your friend hyunjin called you, saying he wanted to tell you something about the new dating show he was producing in his new company. you remember the way his voice sounded on the phone, too casual for what he was asking. 

“it’s a new dating show, just four ex-couples living together. we wanna see if people go back to their ex, find someone new, or just go there to… maybe live the experience and see what happens. i know i might be asking too much, but i want you two to be one of the couples that go there”

that’s what he had told you that day and you remember almost laughing at it. you had said no at first, or at least something close to it, you’re not really sure. he didn’t push you, he just explained it again, calmly and patiently, and when you went quiet on the other end, he took his chance.

“i’ll let you think about it, you don’t have to say anything yet. but just, think about the past year and what you want. you’re always saying you want to do something different and live new experiences that could inspire your books and, i don’t know… maybe this could be your chance to do that”

and that’s what you did, you thought about it long and hard, for even days maybe. you didn’t tell anyone at first, you just let it linger in the back of your mind, the idea showing up when you least expected it, refusing to fully leave.

and then one night, without overthinking it too much- 

you texted your ex.

a simple text, just to tell him what hyunjin had told you, to let him know about the show. you didn’t expect anything of it, or maybe you just wanted him to say no for the both of you, to make things easier.

but then he replied, agreeing to go to the show with you, agreeing to live with three other ex-couples, agreeing to live with you again. just like that.

you remember staring at your phone longer than you should have, rereading his text again and again, as if it was going to change with time, as if you were gonna get another text from him saying he had changed his mind and didn’t want you to contact him anymore.

but none of that happened, and everything else became too real after that because if he was willing to do this, then what does that mean? for you, for him, for what you once were, for whatever is still left between you. 

and that’s how you find yourself today, in the restaurant, waiting for him, waiting to see him again for the first time since you broke up, all eyes on you, the cameras recording every single thing that would later be aired to the world. your throat feels a little dry, so you finally take a sip of water, even though it doesn’t really help.

the door of the restaurant opens and you feel everything stopping when you realise he’s here. you consider not looking at him at first, just holding onto the moment before everything changes, but you know that would only delay it, and you didn’t come here to delay anything. so, slowly, you lift your gaze and meet his.

you are still sitting at the table, still holding onto a past that hasn’t fully let go of you, and he is here, walking towards you, every reaction captured by the cameras. he slows down when he reaches the table, and none of you moves, you just stay there, looking at each other.

a year passes again in that single moment, quiet and heavy, full of things that don’t need to be said to be understood. he looks the same, but there is something more careful in the way he holds himself now, something more restrained, like he is measuring every step even as he stands right in front of you. then, softly and almost instinctively, you both smile at each other, a reflex neither of you has unlearnt.

he pulls the chair back and sits down across from you, and the distance between you is nothing more than a table, but it might as well be something much larger. none of you says anything at first and it’s not exactly awkward, but it isn’t easy either. it’s like you’re both testing the ground before taking the next step.

“hi”, he’s the first one to break the silence.

his voice is quiet, softer than you remember, and you nod slightly, your fingers still loosely wrapped around your glass.

“hi”

he lets out a breath that almost turns into a laugh, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with this moment either.

“how have you been?”

it’s such a simple question, one that shouldn’t feel this complicated. you glance down at the table before answering, buying yourself just enough time to steady your voice, to stop your eyes from watering.

“i’ve been… okay”, you say.

it’s honest, but incomplete, and then you look back up at him.

“what about you?”, you continue.

he tilts his head slightly, considering it, “yeah. i’ve been okay too”

there’s something in the way he says it, something that mirrors your own answer so closely it almost feels rehearsed, even though you both know it isn’t. you nod your head and then you let the conversation move, asking questions here and there, answering when he’s the one that asks you, just making small talk.

there’s a constant awareness underneath everything - of where you are, of why you’re here, of what this is supposed to be, of what you were supposed to be. after a while, you find yourself watching him for a second too long, how his hands rest on the table and the way he looks at you before speaking. you don’t even realise you’ve gone quiet until he notices.

“what?”, he asks you.

you blink, then shake your head quickly, “oh, n-nothing”

a small smile pulls at his lips, like he doesn’t quite believe you, but he lets it go because he then remembers where you two are and how many cameras are capturing this right now. had this happened when you were together, there was no way he would have let this go, not until he had you crying tears of laughter from how much he was tickling you to get it out of you. 

you exhale softly, then lean back just a little. 

“i umm… thank you for coming”

the words come out more sincere than you expect and he frowns slightly, almost immediately.

“you don’t have to thank me”

“i do”, you insist gently, “i didn’t… i didn’t know if i should have said yes or no, or if you would even agree to do this”

“i did it for you”, he cuts in.

you look at him, surprised by how easily he says it. he looks at you and shrugs lightly, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“i could just tell from your text”

“what do you mean?”, you ask him.

“you wanted to do this”, he says simply, looking away for a moment, “you just needed a little push, someone to say it was okay”

he meets your eyes then, steady and familiar, before he speaks again.

“and i am always going to support you”, he says, a quiet weight to his words, “that hasn’t changed”

you swallow, looking down briefly before nodding.

“... right”, you say, shifting in your seat, trying to ground yourself again, “and um… are you… ready for this?”

you look at him again and he tilts his head.

“the house?”

“yeah, just…”, you sigh and let out a small breath, closing your eyes as you continue, “the whole thing and… pretending we don’t know each other”

the words feel strange as soon as you say them and you almost want to take them back. he leans back in his seat, thinking about it.

“we just have to act like we’re strangers”, he says, “shouldn’t be too hard, right?”

there’s a hint of something in his tone - dry, almost teasing - but when you look at him again, you can see that it doesn’t quite reach his eyes and you huff out a quiet laugh.

“yeah. strangers”

the word sits between you, uncomfortable and untrue, and you both know it. 

“four ex-couples living together, and no one knows who dated who, no one knows anything about each other”, you continue, almost like you’re reminding yourself, not just talking to him, “we can’t slip up”

“we won’t”, he says, calm, certain.

you are still looking at him and there’s that steadiness, the same one that used to make everything feel simple and easy. you wonder if it still can.

“do you honestly think you’re ready?”, you ask him.

he pauses before he sighs and answers, “i guess we will have to find out”

there’s no overconfidence, no hesitation either, just honesty. the conversation drifts again after that - to the structure of the show, to what it might be like, how strange it will feel, how unpredictable it all is. but there’s something unfinished and waiting under your words, and you don’t say it but neither does he. you sit across from each other, the cameras capturing every second as your past quietly folds into the present. 

you can’t help but wonder what this place is going to bring back or what it might finally force you to let go of. because in just a few days, you will both walk into that house as strangers and for the first time since everything ended between you, since you got the call from hyunjin- 

you have no idea what you’re gonna be by the time this is over.

a/n: okay so i've been working on this one for MONTHS!!!! you have no idea how many times i've started planning this, drafting everything, then changing it again and again and omgggg it has been so hard but i just couldn't wait to finally post it!!!! this is for every single time that a skz member (most of the times it was han yeah) mentioned the tv show exchange* and i ended up watching it and... YOUR OWN SKZ EXCHANGE VERSION IS HERE 🥳

*exchange (transit love): it's a reality dating show where ex-couples live together, hiding their past relationships to either reunite or find new love

a/n2: you may have realised that the reader's ex is not named here and well, that's because it's for me to know and for you to find out 😎

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you stepped closer, trenchcoat falling open, lace clinging to your curves. his gaze flickered down, and for a split second, you caught the way his breath stuttered—before he smirked again. “cute. but i expected better.”

your palm connected with his thigh in a sharp slap, making his glass jolt. his smirk widened. “oh? finally some effort.”

you leaned down, your hand curling around his jaw, forcing his dark eyes up to meet yours. “watch your mouth, birthday boy. keep this up and you’re getting nothing. i’d shut it if i were you,” you warned, lips brushing his but not granting a kiss.

he tilted his head, grin defiant. “make me.”

the challenge sent heat spiraling low in your stomach. you shoved his glass aside and straddled his lap in one fluid motion, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging until he hissed.

“there’s my girl,” he rasped, breath shaky now despite the cocky edge. his hands twitched at his sides, aching to grab you, but he did not dare—not when you were looking at him like that.

you ground down against his lap, slow and deliberate, until his smirk faltered, a whimper betraying him. “thought you wanted better,” you whispered, teeth grazing his ear. “say please if you want your real gift.”

his breath hitched, cocky grin flickering into something softer, needier. and for once, seungmin stayed quiet, waiting for you to wring the word out of him.

your hips ground down harder, the lace of your lingerie dragging against the thick bulge in his jeans. seungmin’s smug expression faltered further, his mouth twitching like he was fighting a whimper.

“still not impressed?” you taunted, nails digging lightly into his jaw as you kept his gaze locked on yours. “say it. say you want me.”

he scoffed, though his voice cracked. “tch… maybe a little.”

your hand cracked across his cheek before he could blink. not hard enough to hurt, but sharp enough to sting. his eyes went wide, pupils blown, lips parting on a strangled gasp.

“fuck—” his cock twitched hard beneath you, betraying him completely.

you smirked, leaning down to drag your lips over his ear. “you love it, don’t you? running your mouth just so i’ll put you in your place.”

his breath hitched, hips jerking up into you before he could stop himself. his hands flexed against the couch cushions, trembling with restraint.

“please,” he whispered, finally cracking, voice rough and desperate. “please—don’t stop. i’ll be good, i swear.”

you gripped his chin tighter, forcing his head back until he was looking up at you with wide, dark eyes. “i can’t hear you~.”

his chest heaved, pride breaking with every shudder of his body. “please—fuck, please, i need you, i need it so bad, just—just give it to me, i’ll do anything.”

your smile turned wicked, satisfaction blooming in your chest as you ground down again, pulling a wrecked moan from his throat.

“good boy,” you purred, kissing him rough and messy, “you finally learned how to ask nicely.”

you shoved his jeans down just enough, fingers wrapping around him slick and tight. seungmin’s head dropped back against the couch, a sharp, strangled moan tearing from his throat as his hips bucked into your grip.

“ah—fuck, yes, that’s—” his words died in his throat when you tightened, dragging your fist slow, deliberately cruel. his hands clawed at the couch cushions, knuckles white, trying so hard not to touch you.

you kissed down his jaw, biting at the edge of his throat before whispering against his skin, “you talk big, but look at you. already whimpering. already my begging little pup.”

he groaned, chest heaving, sweat beading along his hairline. “please, please—don’t stop, i’m sorry, i’ll be good, i’ll be so good—”

you sped up just slightly, enough to make his thighs tremble under you. his breath came ragged, each gasp sharper than the last until his eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in a helpless whine.

“eyes on me,” you ordered, tightening your grip until he nearly sobbed. his gaze snapped up instantly, watery, blown wide, every ounce of his bratty defiance burned away.

your thumb swept over his tip, collecting the slick, and he let out a cry so desperate it made your stomach clench. “i—i’m—fuck, i’m gonna—please—please let me—”

you hummed against his lips, kissing him hard as his body seized beneath you, release spilling hot over your fist. seungmin moaned into your mouth, messy and broken, hips twitching helplessly as he came undone, every sound wrecked and desperate.

when he slumped back against the couch, shivering and breathless, you stroked him through the aftershocks until he whimpered, body feeling oversensitive.

“such a good boy when you finally behave,” you murmured, kissing his swollen lips. “happy birthday, minnie.”

his answering moan was soft, shaky, nothing of the brat left—just your ruined, obedient birthday boy.

academic rival seungmin, a computer science major always decked out with his laptop and headphones, ready to tackle each and every task.

academic rival seungmin, who is exasperatingly good at everything he does — a fact you refuse to accept due to your own ego.

academic rival seungmin, who manages to irritate you by his mere existence; he is cocky — like he is superior to you, someone whose company is unattainable.

academic rival seungmin, who loves to argue with you — or rather, looks at you amusedly as you snap at him for being an asshole.

academic rival seungmin, who calls you by your last name as you call him 'kim', competing with you on every possible front whether it's the gpa, the hackathon or the race for the valedictorian.

academic rival seungmin, who looks too fuckable for his own good; his face making your heartbeat race but those thoughts are shunned as soon as he opens that mouth.

academic rival seungmin, who gives you that breathtaking smirk as he decodes the program bug — literally a second after you — winning the competition, much to your dismay.

academic rival seungmin, who types away at his laptop, the lithe fingers clicking onto the keyboard giving you the unholiest of thoughts, which you despise yourself for.

academic rival seungmin, who manages to rile you up no matter what — manspreading in those grey sweatpants as his gaze locked with yours mid-lecture.

academic rival seungmin, who manages to impress you; you know you don't truly hate him because you admire his brilliance too much.

academic rival seungmin, who smirks when your professor announces you both as partners for the semester end project, making you roll your eyes.

academic rival seungmin, who nods amusedly when you come over to him, telling him to meet in the library today so that you both can start working on the project.

"so you're ordering me around now?"

academic rival seungmin, who surprisingly shows up in the library on time, clad in a white ribbed tank top, a blue shirt thrown loosely over it and those sinful grey sweatpants, laptop under his arm as he sits beside you.

"let's get this over with — i've better places to be."

"well i don't prefer your company either — you absolute douchebag."

academic rival seungmin, who brushes his legs against yours as he opens his laptop, both of you beginning to discuss the topic for your project.

"okay let's just get started with our individual parts — i can't listen to you ramble on for fucking forever."

"i knew you weren't paying attention, you little piece of sh —"

academic rival seungmin, who couldn't take his eyes off your form — the pretty skirt you rarely wore, a beautiful long sleeved top and your hair in a messy bun, glasses on your nose as you focused onto the screen of the laptop.

academic rival seungmin, who managed to catch your attention every second despite you trying your best to tear your eyes away — he looked too delectable that you had to bite your lips to stop the train of thoughts.

academic rival seungmin, who kept working alongside you as the library emptied, leaving you both engrossed in the project you both wanted, no needed, to excel at.

academic rival seungmin, who insists on his suggestion to change the trajectory of your half of the project after you had just completed the finishing touches.

"well too bad, i also have a say here. it's my project too — sir."

"say that again."

academic rival seungmin, who gazes at you with darkened eyes as his eyebrows quirk up at the usage of the title, your breath hitching slightly but you can't let lose that easily.

"what ? you got a title kink or something ?"

academic rival seungmin, who tilts your chin to face him — your mouth feels dry, making you lick your lips — his eyes falling to your lips then back to your eyes.

"only if it falls from your lips, angel."

academic rival seungmin, who pulls you onto his lap as your breath hitches — chest heaving as you await his next action — his own heartbeat racing with yours.

academic rival seungmin, who crashes his lips with yours as you gasp, hands catching the strap of his tank top as his shirt falls off his shoulder.

academic rival seungmin, who groans as you whimper into the kiss, breaking apart to look at you, skirt splayed on his lap, lips swollen and glistening.

"is this why you run your mouth in front of me? want me to shut you up with a kiss everytime ?"

"as if you don't like it hm? i could have you on your knees in a heartbeat — wouldn't that be a sight to behold ?"

academic rival seungmin, who reaches for your hips, squeezing them slightly as he enjoys your warm weight on him, soothing him.

"been thinking about that sight often? — how cute."

academic rival seungmin, who presses you down on his lap, your wet panties coming in direct contact with his already hardened bulge.

"well mr. unaffected, your cock says something else."

academic rival seungmin, who thrusts up into you, his bulge putting sudden pressure on your clit making you sputter out a moan.

"you're not in any state to say that, angel. i can feel you dripping on my lap."

academic rival seungmin, who watches you grind onto him instinctively, busy chasing your pleasure — losing all semblance of control you were feigning earlier.

"look at you — just begging me to put you in your place."

academic rival seungmin, who kisses you again, moving your drenched panties to the side, groaning as he plunges his fingers into your slick heat.

academic rival seungmin, who loves watching you as you bite your lips to contain your moans but end up spilling them anyway, your grip tightening on his shoulder.

"yea — you like that? do i need to do all the work, angel? come on — ride my fingers, ms. topper. i know how hardworking you are."

academic rival seungmin, who fell in love when you leaned forward, kissing and sucking on his pulse point as you slowly began bouncing on his fingers.

academic rival seungmin, who could feel his fingers reach your sweet spot as you clenched around him, whining as your head dropped onto his shoulder.

academic rival seungmin, who can feel you slowing down, as you keep trying your best to continue riding his fingers, your legs slowly giving way.

"mmmm — s-seungmin fuck — need you."

academic rival seungmin, who hasn't enjoyed himself this much, seeing his dream come true, you needing him — not wanting — needing.

"what are the magic words, angel?"

"please — sir."

academic rival seungmin, who moves his laptop aside and gently lays you flat on the table, a shiver running through his spine as he finally looks at you.

academic rival seungmin, who takes his shaft out of his sweatpants, groaning as the air hits a bead of precum on the tip, your gaze making him harder.

academic rival seungmin, who pushes his cock in, almost cumming as your heat envelopes him, walls gripping him like your life depends on him.

"oh god — seung — 's too fucking big."

academic rival seungmin, who drops sweet pecks on your forehead as he slowly bottoms out, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"it's okay love, you're doing — fuuuuuck — so good for me."

academic rival seungmin, who starts snapping his hips into yours, making you moan as his tip kisses your cervix, his lips marking your collarbone.

academic rival seungmin, who comes to envelop your lips as you both ride your highs together, cradling your head.

academic rival seungmin, who cleans you up with a gentleness, fixing your clothes as he finally asked you out after pining for years.

academic rival seungmin, who never craved attention until he tasted yours, and now he has finally made you his.

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Dinner with the group was very entertaining, to say the least. The boys asked you a multitude of questions to get to know you and your relationship with Seungmin. Meanwhile, Seungmin sat there acting very uninterested, stirring his straw in his drink while his other hand rested on your thigh. 

"Y/Nie, how did you even know where to find us? Seungmin’s kept you such a secret; we’re just surprised he even gave you information about the company and didn’t keep us a secret.” Felix inquired with wide eyes filled with genuine curiosity. “Oh! Minnie gave me the company information just in case of an emergency. I got a little lost on the way, so I asked a nice stranger for help. He was super kind!” Seungmin audibly sighed next to you. “Sweetheart, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?” You pursed your lips and took a moment to think, and Seungmin patiently watched as the cogs turned in your head. "Oh, you said not to talk to strangers, but I needed the help, so I made an exception to the rule.” Seungmin frowned at your response and rubbed his palm against his forehead as if he could rub away the worry and stress you give him sometimes. “We’re…going to have a conversation about that at home. I don’t give you rules for you to break them, pup.” Your pout was lethal, but Seungmin was not swayed by it this time around. You knew you were going to hear it once the two of you were back at your place. You gently removed Seungmin’s hand from his forehead and placed it back on your thigh. His grip was a little tighter this time around. “I told you to stop rubbing your forehead like that, Minnie. You’re going to give yourself wrinkles. I don’t do all those sheet masks with you for nothing!” Your comment made Minho snicker, and that was the final straw. Seungmin quickly grabbed your hand and drug you out of the booth. “We’re leaving.” His tone was final, and you tried to turn in his grasp to wave the members goodbye, but it was cut short as his grip got tighter and his stride got faster.

The car ride home was tense. You tried to lessen the tension with small talk, but Seungmin didn’t want to hear it. The best response you got was small grunts. You shrunk yourself down in the passenger seat and stared out the window for the rest of the ride home. 

Once you made it through the threshold of your apartment, you looked at Seungmin expectantly. He took his time kicking off his shoes while you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt. He stalked towards you and grabbed you by the chin, his face no more than an inch away from yours. “Go to your room, and I want you on your knees in front of the bed. Take everything off except your bra and underwear. I can only hope that you can follow this simple of a direction.” You scurried off to your room and bit your lip as you hurriedly stripped off your clothes. You rushed to drop to your knees and wait for Seungmin, not even trying to chance a harsher punishment if you weren’t ready for him. 

He walked through the door and loomed dangerously over you. “I want you to tell me the rules you broke today, pup.” You gulped and started murmuring under your breath. Seungmin wasn’t having any of this; he gripped your hair in his large hand and forced you to crane your neck to look at him. “Speak louder, or is my dumb puppy too stupid to use her words, hm?” “I’m sorry, sir! I left the house without your permission since I wasn’t accompanied by you and I talked to a stranger without permission!” “That’s not all.” You wracked your brain as to what else you could’ve missed, but you were at a loss. “I d-don’t know, sir.” Seungmin scoffed but released you by the hair, having you let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding. He squatted down to your height, and his dark gaze pierced through your confused stare. “You think I didn’t notice you sitting there flirting with my members. Pink in the face and giggling like a lovesick girl in high school?” He tsked and got back up before you had a chance to refute his statement. 

Seungmin slapped your cheek patronizingly and circled around you, sizing you up. You could see him thinking about what he was going to do to you, and the uncertainty of the situation at hand had you slightly trembling. He sat down at the edge of the bed and tapped his lap, beckoning you over. You stood up on shaking legs, and he tutted at the action. “Get back down on your knees. You’re going to crawl over here and beg to suck my cock. You fuck this up, you’re going to get an even worse punishment.” You whimpered at his threat and started to slowly crawl towards him. The embarrassment you felt had your cheeks flaring with heat. You situated yourself between his legs. “C-can I please suck you off, sir? I’m sorry for breaking the rules. I’ll do better and I won’t let it happen again. I really need your cock, sir. Can I have it, please?” Seungmin smirked at your words. “Good job, puppy; it seems like you can follow instructions.” 

You unzipped his pants with shaky hands, and his cock sprung out, bobbing in front of your face. He grabbed you by the back of the head and instantly pushed his cock to the back of your throat. You gagged immediately. Tears filled your lash line and spilled over, running down your cheek. Seungmin threw his head back, and his groans were filthy. You tried to keep the pace he set as he kept bobbing your head up and down, but it was difficult. Spit dripped out the corners of your mouth and disabled him down to his balls. “You should be fucking grateful that you even get to suck my cock tonight after the stunt you pulled.” He did a final thrust into your mouth that was deeper than the rest and grabbed your hair to slide your mouth off of him.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs. Start playing with yourself until I tell you to stop. You cum and we end all of this. I can already tell your hole is begging to have me, so don’t ruin your chances, sweetheart.” You scrambled onto the bed and shucked off your panties that were already ruined from your wetness and immediately rubbed your clit. It felt good, but your manicured nails were too long to comfortably finger yourself, and you whined. “M-min, I need your help. I want your finger, sir.” Your hips bucked in desperation. “Aw, my dumb puppy needs sir’s fingers, huh? So fucking desperate for me.” He crawled over you and stuck his index and middle finger into your mouth to get them coated in your spit before shoving them inside of you. Your back arched off the bed as he fingered you at a relentless pace. Your head lolled to the side, and your abdomen contracted, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure in your core. Seungmin felt your cunt clench around his fingers, and he instantly withdrew them. Tears came running down your cheeks again as you let out a whimper, unsatisfied from the emptiness. 

“You cum on my cock, and that’s final.” Seungmin laid against your pillows and had you crawl on top of him to ride him. His eyes were locked onto the way your tits bounced; he was enamored by your body. He looped a finger under your necklace to pull you closer to him, and he kissed you passionately. You moaned into his mouth as his cock hit you in the perfect spot, making your eyes flash white as you scrunched them closed. Your body shook as you orgasmed on him, but he didn’t give you a chance to recuperate. His pace brutally increased as he grabbed onto your hips to fuck into you. Your moans turned into screams at this point. You grabbed onto his shoulder for some sort of stability, but the force he used to bully your pussy had you like a ragdoll. As he got closer to cumming, his moans turned into growls, and he was ball deep into you. His release had coated your walls and had you gasping for air that had escaped your lungs.

 Your heart skips a beat when the stranger looks up to meet your eyes. His dark black hair falls just above the rim of his glasses, eyes curious yet cautious as he looks you over. He then reaches up to remove his earphones and you realize he didn’t hear so you ask him again. 

 “Mind if I sit while I wait?” You point to the chair. 

 “Not at all.” He sends you a small smile then puts his earphones back in. 

 You thank him and then scroll through your phone until your order is called. Thanking the man again, you get your drink and then leave to go back home. 

-

 The next day you find yourself coming back and it is just as packed, if not even more. Only out of curiosity do you glance over at the table you sat at yesterday. To your surprise you see the same man sitting there, hood up just the same too. You take the risk and walk up to his table again after ordering the same drink as yesterday.

 “Hi,” the man looks up from his notebook with a surprised look on his face, “can I sit here again?”

 “Of course,” he looks out the window then back at you, “what did you order?” 

 You’re surprised by the question but perk up at the fact that you don’t have to sit here awkwardly while you wait. 

 “I got the cinnamon chai. What about you?” 

 “Iced americano. Are the chai’s good? I’ve been wanting to try and branch out of my basic order.” 

 You smile,” I think they are! The subtle spice keeps me coming back.”

 He hums in response then begins writing something in the notebook laid out in front of him. You glance down at it to see a bunch of different work out plans scribbled down. When you look back up you take the opportunity to really look at him. 

You could tell just by looking at his back earlier that he worked out. His hoodie doing little to hide the way his biceps bugle against the fabric. You look out the window before he could catch you staring and then you hear your order being called in the mix of a few others and stand up. 

 “Thanks for letting me sit with you again. Sorry that I keep disrupting.” 

 “You aren’t and I don’t mind.” He smiles up at you. 

 -

 All of last night, you couldn’t stop thinking about the man at the coffee shop. How kind he was to you even though you for sure were bothering him. His curly hair was always a little messy but in a cute way. Even his voice caught you by surprise by how velvety and deep it is. 

 You weren’t able to go back for the next couple of days and when you do eventually find yourself walking through the tall doors, your eyes immediately go to the left corner. To your disappointment the table is empty. So, after you get your order you leave. 

-

 Your head is pounding as you walk into the cafe a few days later. Nothing sounded better than a hot chai so that’s exactly what you ordered. Since the weather is a lot cooler today you needed to warm up a bit. 

 It’s busy as always so you look for a certain table and hide the smile that tries to shine when you see him sitting there in his usual hoodie. Before you could even say anything he looks over his shoulder, a sparkle in his eyes as they meet yours that nearly makes you trip over yourself. Suddenly your headache is nowhere to be seen. 

 “Need a place to sit?” He smirks up at you. 

 “Only if you don’t mind?” 

 “Course not.” 

 Instead of sitting adjacent to him like you usually would, you decide to be a little bold and sit across from him. When you sit down you notice an iced chai placed in front of him. The condensation dripping down the sides makes you think he has been here for a while. 

 “What did you get this time?” You ask, gesturing to the half empty drink. 

 “The cinnamon chai. It took me a minute to get used to the flavor but I am really enjoying it.” 

 The excitement on your face says it all, “I’m glad I could help expand your flavor palate.”

 He laughs then takes a sip of his drink, not once breaking eye contact. You look out the window to try and calm your racing heart and see giant rain clouds looming over the area. A few seconds later it starts pouring rain and lightning strikes not too far. The thunder booms soon after, making you jump a little. 

 “You okay?” The man asks, eyebrow slightly furrowed. 

 You nod your head and then look to the pick up counter as your order is called, “just wasn’t expecting it. I wish I had brought my umbrella.” 

 “Here,” he reaches down a little and pulls out an umbrella, “use mine. I have an extra one in my car.” 

 “Are you sure?” 

 “Yeah don’t worry about it.” He smiles at you as he passes the umbrella to you. 

 “How will I get this back to you?” You ask after standing up. 

 He turns slightly in his seat, resting his elbow casually on the back of his chair, a playful smile etched onto his face, “guess you’ll have to come back tomorrow.” His confidence leaves you startled and you can tell he is enjoying how flustered you are getting. 

 “I guess I will.” Your voice is a little shaky so you clear your throat, "I'm Y/N by the way. I don't think we have formally introduced ourselves. 

 He stands up and extends his arm out, leaving his hand open for you to shake. You're not surprised by the rough feeling of callouses but you are surprised by how gentle his grip is. 

 “Changbin.” His smile is so effortless it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

-

 The rain is even worse the next day and you once again forgot your own umbrella. You are so grateful for Changbins’ umbrella that is sitting on your passenger's seat as you pull up to the cafe. Quickly you make your way inside, shaking the umbrella and closing it before passing through the doors. 

 Changbin is at your usual table and heat rushes up your neck when you see two drinks in front of him. Just from the color alone you know it’s your usual and it makes you like him more than you already do. It’s crazy to you how fast you have caught feelings when it’s only your fourth time being around him. Something about how kind and easy going he is pulls you to want to learn more and more. 

 “You didn’t have to get me a drink.” You voice when pulling out your chair and sitting across from him. 

 “I didn’t, this one is also for me.” The glint in his eyes tells you he’s kidding but you decide to play along. 

 “Oh, and here I thought you were trying to woo me.” 

 Changbin lights up at the implication,” would it be wrong if I was?” 

 “No.” You take a sip of your drink to try and hide your smile. 

 The both of you chatted for what felt like hours. Talking about the small things at first and eventually getting into the deeper things. Changbin never pushed too far if you didn’t feel like sharing and vice versa. It had been a while since you were able to be so open with someone and it felt good. 

 You learn that he is a personal trainer and does music producing on the side for fun. He has a few close friends that he hangs out with often and he is really close to his family, which you really liked. In your past relationship, your partner always talked badly about their friends and family just because, which never sat right with you. 

 Changbin tells you about his past relationship briefly. He fell first and fell harder but she just strung him along until she found someone else. Since then he has been trying to better himself and focus on finding someone who wants the same things as him. 

 “What kind of things would that be? You know, for research purposes.” 

 Changbin huffs out a laugh, “someone who is kind and honest, respectful towards others and definitely has a good sense of humor. Someone to help me expand my drink palate wouldn’t hurt either.”

 Your stomach flutters. 

 “What about you? What do you look for?” He throws the question right back at you. 

 “I don’t like my time being wasted so knowing what you want is pretty important. Someone who doesn’t take themselves too seriously, but knows when to tone it down and is able to have serious conversations. I also want someone who is honest. I’ve had my fair share of liars and I don’t tolerate those kinds of people anymore.” 

 Changbin listens intently, nodding his head along with everything you’re saying. He can’t help but get a little excited over the similarities between the both of you. You are definitely his type and hearing what you are looking for just solidifies to him that he wants to get to know you better. 

 “Stop me if I am reading things wrong,” Changbin takes a breath before asking, “but, would you maybe want to go out sometime? You know, outside of this cafe.” 

 “I’d really like that actually.” You confess way too quickly.

 By the time you are getting ready to leave you exchange numbers.The rain is still coming down heavily so Changbin tells you not to worry about giving his umbrella back and opens the door for you when you both exit. He gently takes the umbrella from your hand, holding it above your head for you as he walks you to your car. 

 “Thank you for the drink and walking me to my car. You didn’t have to do that.” You smile at him while taking the umbrella back. 

 “Of course and no need to thank me. I wanted to. I’ll see you on Sunday then?”

 You nod, “yeah. Now hurry and go back inside before you get soaked!”

 Changbin laughs and you wave goodbye after getting into your car. You wait until he dips back into the cafe to finally make your way out of the parking lot and back home, your stomach fluttering the entire drive. 

-

 The weather is finally clearing up and you are almost to the bowling alley you and Changbin had agreed to meet at. The two of you had been texting non stop since you last saw him and your heart felt so full. You’ve never had such an easy time getting to know someone. The conversations flow so easily and a few days ago he suggested taking you out for a first date. 

 Of course you couldn’t say no and when you were throwing date ideas back and forth, you decided that bowling could be really fun. Which leads you to where you are now. Your heart beats out of your chest when you see Changbin leaning against his car, waiting for you. He looks up from his phone when you park across from him and he instantly has a smile on his face. 

 “Hey! You look really pretty.” He states. 

 “What? Shut up.” You lightly hit his bicep and look down as you feel heat rushing up your neck. 

 He looks you up and down with a soft smile, “I never say something I don’t mean. Come on, let's go inside.” 

 You follow him into the building and are immediately met with loud noises and the smell of food. Changbin pays for a lane and you both get your shoes and bowling balls before walking over to it. You watch as he is about to put your names but then he turns towards you. 

 “Do you want to go first?” 

 “Oh no, you should probably go first. I wouldn't want to intimidate you with my skills.” You tease. 

 Changbin's eyes light up and he lets out a small laugh. He turns back to the little tablet to put your name first and his second. 

 “Come on then. Show me what you got.” 

 Your first turn you bowl is a strike. Looking back at Changbin you can tell he is not going to go easy on you. When he takes his first turn he also gets a strike and the competitiveness in the both of you lights up. 

 “Want to make a bet? Make this more interesting?” He suggests and you don’t think twice before nodding. 

 “The loser has to pay for ice cream after.” 

 He puts his hand out for you to shake to make a deal and you gladly take it. His hand is just like you remember. Rough in some places but somehow still soft. It’s your turn next and you hit nine pins but easily come back by making it a spare. 

 Changbin gets another strike and you wanted to rub that smug look off of his face the second he turned around to walk back. You get up and purposefully brush your shoulder against him, lightly knocking him to the side and your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh. 

 “Playing dirty I see.” 

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You flip your hair over your shoulder and get ready for your next turn. 

 Back and forth you both get strikes and spares and by the time there is only one round left you are beating Changbin by three points. 

 You hold the ball up to your chest and right before you could wind it back, you feel a warm presence suddenly behind you. Changbin leans near your ear, “good luck.” Then he walks back to the booth seat. You stand there, rigid for a few seconds then take a deep breath. 

 After you release the ball, you hold your breath as it starts to curve slightly and then smile when you hit all the pins down. Changbin is still standing behind you, ball  in hand. You already know that there is no way for him to win, but his determination as he rolls the ball perfectly is really attractive. He knocks down all buy one and easily throws for a spare. 

 He walks back with a knowing look on his handsome face and you can't help but laugh a little bit.

 “So ice cream on you then?” You playfully tease and your heart warms at his smile. 

 “I wouldn’t have let you pay for it anyway.” 

 You roll your eyes and then follow him to give your bowling shoes back. Changbin holds the door open for you and then you make your way over to an ice cream shop in his car, which was just down the street. It’s a cute little corner shop that has a lot of colorful decor. The line isn’t too long and Changbin asks which flavor you would like. You look at the options and tell him which one and then he asks for you to find a seat while he waits in line. There weren't that many tables so the only ones available that you could see were outside and you didn’t feel like being outside alone. 

 “I don’t mind waiting with you.” You smile up at him. 

 Changbin smiles back easily, “How long have you been bowling? You are way too good for that to be your first few times at least.” 

 “I used to go with my family a lot. It was something that everyone enjoyed so it was an easy thing to get us all together. What about you?” 

 “My friends and I have been going for years. I also just love bowling.” He tells you and then you are next to order. 

 After getting your respective ice creams, Changbin holds the door open, letting you lead the way to pick which table you want to sit at. Once settled you get straight back into your previous conversation and before you know it, it’s nearly ten pm. Your ice creams are gone and the smiles never leave your faces. 

 “How are you feeling? Are you cold?” Changbin asks after seeing you slightly shiver. 

 “Oh, maybe a little but I’m fine, really.” 

 Changbin shakes his head before slightly jogging to his car. You watch as he pulls his signature hoodie from the backseat and you nearly faint. He comes back and instead of just handing it to you, he carefully places it around your shoulders. 

 “Thank you.” Your voice is quiet and cheeks warm.

 “Of course,” he looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes, “I’ve had a really good time tonight.” 

 “Me too. Thank you by the way, for paying for everything. You really didn’t have to.” 

 “Stop that. You don’t have to keep thanking me. I wanted to and hopefully I can do it in the future too.” Changbin looks at his hands sheepishly. His cheeks also heating up a little. 

 You wait until he looks up at you to answer, “I’d really like that.”

//

still, the heat was becoming unbearable. your heart was doing that annoying, fast-paced thumping in your chest, partly from the physical discomfort and partly from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. you felt... gross. un-cute. definitely not like the effortless partner you wanted to be in these quiet, domestic moments.

you tried to slowly peel minho’s arm off your waist. he made a soft, disgruntled sound in his sleep, his fingers twitching against your hip. you froze, holding your breath until his breathing leveled out again.

just get up, get some water, and stand in front of the open fridge for five minutes, you told yourself.

you moved an inch. then another. just as you were about to swing your legs over the side of the bed, a hand clamped firmly back onto your waist, pulling you flush against a very warm, very solid chest.

and then, dori decided to help. the cat, who had been sleeping near your feet, decided he needed a change of scenery and hopped directly onto your stomach.

you let out a muffled "oof," and that was it. the delicate balance of sleep was broken.

minho stirred, his arm tightening around your waist for a second before his eyes blinked open, dark and heavy with sleep. he didn't move his head, just shifted his gaze to yours in the dim light.

"why are you wrestling with the cat at 3 a.m.?" he mumbled, his voice gravelly and thick. “and where are you going?" minho’s voice was thick with sleep, deep and raspy in a way that usually made your stomach flip, but right now just added to the heat radiating between you.

"nowhere," you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. "go back to sleep, minho."

he didn't. instead, he shifted closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. he took a deep breath, then immediately pulled back, his eyes fluttering open in the dark.

"you're burning up," he noted, his hand moving from your waist to your forehead. his palm felt incredibly cool against your skin, and you subconsciously leaned into the touch before catching yourself. "are you sick? do you have a fever?"

"no, i'm not sick," you muttered, looking at the far wall instead of him. the embarrassment was hitting full force now. "i'm just... i'm hot. like, really hot."

minho sat up slightly, propping himself on one elbow. he reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, the dim amber glow illuminating the room. he looked at you—really looked at you—taking in your flushed cheeks and the way you were trying to pull the collar of your shirt away from your skin.

"you're sweating," he said, his tone shifting from sleepy to concerned.

"i know, i'm sorry," you squeaked, covering your face with your hands. "it’s so embarrassing. i feel like a literal radiator. please don't look at me, i probably look like a mess."

there was a beat of silence. you expected a joke, or maybe for him to complain about the sheets getting damp. instead, you heard the soft thud of the duvet being tossed to the foot of the bed.

"hey," he said, his voice softer now. he gently pried your hands away from your face. "why didn't you say something? you've just been laying here suffering?"

"you were asleep! and it’s a weird thing to wake someone up for. 'hey, i’m slightly overheated and sweaty, can we fix the vibes?' it’s gross, minho."

minho let out a short, dry chuckle. he sat up fully, stretching his arms over his head before looking back at you with an expression that was halfway between amusement and genuine fondness.

"you think i care if you're sweaty?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "i spend ten hours a day in a practice room with seven other guys. i know what 'gross' looks like. you just look like you're melting, which is actually kind of pathetic and cute."

"i am not cute when i'm melting."

"debatable," he murmured. he slid out of bed, his feet hitting the floor with a quiet patter. "stay there. don't move."

you watched him disappear into the hallway. a minute later, you heard the clinking of ice cubes and the sound of the kitchen faucet. when he returned, he was carrying a tall glass of ice water and a damp washcloth.

he sat back down on the edge of the mattress and handed you the glass. "drink. all of it."

you took a long, grateful sip, the cold water shocking your system in the best way possible. while you drank, minho took the washcloth and began to gently pat your face and neck. he was being incredibly methodical about it, his touch light and careful, as if he were cleaning one of his cats.

"better?" he asked, his eyes tracking the movement of the cloth.

"yeah," you whispered, feeling your face heat up for a completely different reason now. "you don't have to do this, minho. i can do it."

"shut up," he said, though there was no heat in it. "i'm already awake. plus, if you pass out from heatstroke in my bed, it’s going to be a lot of paperwork."

he moved the cloth to the back of your neck, holding it there for a moment. the relief was instant. you closed your eyes, letting out a long sigh you hadn't realized you were holding. when you opened them again, you caught him watching you. he wasn't smirking or looking for a way to tease you; he just looked... soft.

"you're so shy about the weirdest things," he said, dropping the cloth into a small bowl he'd brought. "you'll tell me if i'm being an idiot, but you won't tell me you're uncomfortably warm?"

"it's different," you defended weakly. "it’s a physical thing. i didn't want you to think i was... unhygienic."

minho rolled his eyes, a familiar, grounding gesture. "we've been together how long? i've seen you with the flu. i've seen you after a hike. i think we’re past the 'perfectly manicured' stage of the relationship."

he stood up again, heading over to his dresser. he rummaged through a drawer for a second before pulling out one of his oversized, thin cotton t-shirts. he tossed it at you.

"change into that. it’s thinner than what you're wearing. i’m going to go crank the ac down a few degrees."

"minho, you'll freeze! you hate the ac that low."

he paused at the door, looking back over his shoulder. the light from the hallway caught the sharp line of his jaw and the slight messiness of his hair.

"i'll live," he said, his mouth twitching into a small, private smile. "i'd rather be a little cold than have you sitting over here vibrating with embarrassment because you're warm. besides, it just gives me an excuse to hoard the blankets later."

while he was gone, you quickly swapped your shirt for his. it smelled like him—that clean, slightly woody scent that always made your heart ache a little. by the time he came back, the room was already beginning to feel significantly cooler.

he climbed back into bed, but instead of pulling the heavy duvet back up, he reached for a thin, decorative throw blanket at the end of the bed. he settled back against his pillows and patted the space next to him.

"come here."

you slid over, resting your head on his chest. he felt much cooler now, his skin refreshing against yours. he wrapped one arm around you, his fingers tracing aimless patterns on your shoulder.

"still embarrassed?" he teased, his voice vibrating against your ear.

"a little," you admitted, hiding your face in his side. "but mostly just tired now."

"good. sleep. if you get hot again, just kick me. or tell me. i'm not going to think you're gross, you dummy."

you hummed in response, the tension finally leaving your body. the silence of the apartment settled back in, punctuated only by the low hum of the now-hardworking air conditioner.

just as you were drifting off, you felt minho lean down, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

"for the record," he whispered, thinking you were already asleep. "you're cute even when you're a radiator."

you didn't say anything, but you couldn't help the small, sleepy grin that spread across your face as you finally, comfortably, fell into a deep sleep.

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