Bebo

The air of the campus's coffee-house is perfumed with the rich scent of toasted almonds and burnt coffee stains sticking to all surfaces by the time you pull your attention out of the document you have been working on and back into the space around you.

The half-eaten cream-cheese bagel has gone soggy by your side but the coffee cup still feels warm as you wrap your fingers around it. You bring it close to your lips, not quite drinking yet, but letting the sugary aroma of it settle like steam in between your breaths.

He must have replaced your previous cup that had gone cold with a fresh one without you noticing, for sure.

When you open your eyes and catch a glimpse of him ringing in the last orders of his shift with the same smile he had some four hours ago, you can't help but feel your heart thump in a sweeter melody behind your ribs. As if your gaze has a weight of it's own, Dokyeom feels it lingering on his skin and flicks his eyes up to catch you staring. And when he does, his flashy smile turns into something more honest and benign—the kind that you know is his most gleeful.

You gather your things in your bag and wait for your boyfriend to get free from his shift for a few more minutes, humming along to the songs strumming out of the cafe's music system that you know he must have been in-charge of queuing because it is your favorite playlist filtering into the buzzing space.

By the time he reappears from the back-room in his oversized soft pink hoodie and carrying an array of drinks and desserts boxed in a giant cardboard box, your stomach is grumbling and you crave your bed more than ever. Dokyeom places a lingering kiss over your head, pulling you closer into his chest with his free arm.

"How was your day?" He asks, rubbing your spine and making you sigh.

"Finished all my assignments while my boyfriend force-fed me enough sugar and caffeine to take down a Victorian child…you can say it went pretty good."

"Well I saw you withering away behind the laptop and knew it needed immediate intervention." he claims, frowning seriously.

The two of you begin walking hand in hand towards your dorms, opposite to most couples who were walking out of the dorms to spend the Valentine's evening outside the campus. Ideally, you and your boyfriend would be walking in that direction too. But with Dokyeom picking up many extra shifts at the coffee-house lately and your own grad-school applications demanding every second on your clock, you had unanimously arrived at the decision of just getting your favorites from the coffee house and cuddling in your dorm room all night.

His hand, despite the exhaustion of carrying scalding orders and packing delicate pastries all day, remains soft yet secure as it curls around you. The dorm halls are all nearly empty with the only sounds being those of your keys jamming against the old lock and a distant giggle of some girls getting ready for galentines in a room.

Upon entering, one of your hands fumbles for the switches to light up your room while the other pulls him in for a deep kiss. The bags fumble from his fingers carelessly onto your study table which is already swamped with haphazard notes and open, forgotten books. He angles his head and your lips melt against the heat of his, sliding against each other—tongue and teeth—slick with saliva, lipgloss and pure wet need.

It is only when he pulls you closer, almost bringing you on your tip-toes with his arm looped sure around your waist, that you realize just how cold you've been all day. Despite the coffee. Despite the air-con. Despite the golden sun of early spring. It is not until the press of his skin soaks his warmth into you that the tight coil between your shoulders finally unspools in slow, quiet threads.

You're breathless when you pull apart, skin flushed pink and eyes glossed over.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles watching you as you blink confused. His fingers come up to brush your air-mussed hair off your face, "this probably wasn't the valentine's you imagined."

You physically feel your smile falter when he says that, your chest caving in as something within it shrinks at his genuine, apologetic eyes.

Before you can say something, he continues, "I should have taken you out…"

"We always go out," you interrupt him, hands sliding up against the hem of his hoodie until your palms flatten against his chiseled abdomen, "and after a whole week of grueling assignments and terrible meetings with my advisor, staying in with you is exactly the type of valentine's I needed, Dokyeom."

"Joanne's that bad, huh?" He asks, referring to your academic advisor.

You deflate until you slump against his sturdy shoulder and pout, "she's the worst."

Dokyeom doesn't push at that, you've talked about her enough times for him to know just what about her way of stating what she needs to say rubs you off wrong. He is also aware, just as much as you are, about her importance at this stage of your applications. So instead of offering solutions that'd make you feel terrible about badmouthing your advisor in the first place or pampering you with unsure promises of it all getting better in the future, he makes today feels like its worth something.

Between kisses and running fingers over whatever skin you can find, he undresses you slowly and into his hoodie. And as he builds a cozy fort with all your throw blankets and pillows and comforters, you massage your vanilla-scented lotion into his naked back, nimble fingers carefully working around all the stiff knots.

"This is unfair!" you screech, lunging at him with a pillow when he brutally defeats you at scrabble, yet again.

Dokyeom barely gets the time to yelp before you're tackling him into the nest of blankets, the carefully built fort partially collapsing in the corner you push him against. The wooden tiles scatter everywhere, a few disappearing beneath the sheets or bouncing around before landing near the half-eaten desserts.

"You're just mad because I'm a genius," he declares, shielding himself with his forearm as you attempt to whack him again.

"You made up 'florp'," you accuse.

"It's a real word, check on Google."

"Google will say anything is a real word. But that's not how dictionaries work!"

"They do when you're pure of heart."

The entire fort crumbles around you in soft swooshes, cushioning your bodies when you fall on him. He instinctively wraps his arms around, pulling closer over the weighted blanket. He hit his bicep one last time, a light half-hearted attempt, before pouting and burying your face in the crook of his neck. The fading cologne of his is blanketed by the richer aroma of burnt coffee and buttered sugar, it shouldn't tempt you to inhale it again and again with needy drags. But you do. Your warm breath tickles his skin and you see them in real time as goose-bumps rise on the skin of his forearm which is visible under his half-pushed sleeves. You trace thoughtless patterns all over them, connecting them like stars in some constellation.

You don't know when it happens, or how it happens, but a few moments later you find yourself tangling your little, cold fingers between his much longer ones. A soft sound of amusement laced with something deeper, richer, escapes your lips when you press your palm to his and his digits slot so easily between your own. His hand is so big compared to yours, not just in size, but the strength, the surety of his grip and the protection of his hold as he contains you closer to his chest.

You run your fingertip over the back of his palm, and he stares at you intently trying to sync his breathing with your own with broken pauses when you speak, "I love your hands."

A warm chuckle rumbles under your cheek which is pressed to his collarbone.

"They're just hands," he says and you shake your head.

"No, they're the hands that replace my coffee without me noticing…the hands that braid my hair when my head hurts…hands that help me undress when I'm too overwhelmed to do so but too overstimulated to admit it out loud," you shift just enough to let your eyes meet his reverent ones, "they are the ones that write my name in every dumb little heart that you draw around my notes."

Dokyeom seems at a loss of words at your sudden confession, and even more so when you bring his palm up to press a kiss in the middle of it before proceeding to press it over your chest.

"You're being really cute right now," he attempts to joke, but you notice just how slightly his fingers shiver over your flesh.

Desperate and nervous at the same time, almost as if he wants to saturate his hands with the feeling of your skin until he has mapped out every single inch of yours fully, unabashedly. But at the same time, he realizes that this is you…the girl he has been in love with for over three years and the girl who had turned stone cold when he had tried to touch you like that for the first time.

It had been sophomore year, and the two of you were dating for around four months by the time. It was immediately after a party at your dorm-house. You both had been a bit tipsy, laughing too loudly in the empty hallway as he carried you on his back to your dorm-room. You remember catching a glimpse of yourself in your mirror when he led you inside and the view of your smudged-mascara paired with your gray sweater made you giggle. He kept wiping it away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt while you mumbled with a pout that you looked like a raccoon.

The gentleness, one you had grown to associate with him always, was there then too. His hands hovered before they touched you, his pleading eyes always asking before his fingers could make a move. You had kissed him, assuring him that you wanted it…that you wanted his hands to be the one to take your clothes off and his eyes to be the first ones to see you naked.

He had taken his sweet time to get there, making out with every inch of your skin, slowly and with a wet heat that you still feel sometimes. You remember how your head had spun, the walls of the room warping in on themselves the more he worshipped you. You had felt so cared for, so looked after.

But then, when his fingers moved from tracing your ribs to down where all your sensations had heightened, everything inside you locked.

You thought your body would continue welcoming him like it had been doing so far—skin tingling and eyes anticipating. But before his fingertips could even make contact, your legs had snapped shut with such ferocity that it startled him to see you coil away like that. The more you tried to process it—the more you tried to bring yourself back into the room and in his arms—the shorter your breaths got, muscles pulling tight like wires.

Dokyeom had backed down comically quickly, and assured you with this immediate urgency that it was fine, that you didn't have to do anything. Tugging you into a loose hug, you had lulled you back to sleep while you wept silently, murmuring how you didn't know what had happened and that you did want it. Perhaps you weren't ready for it, perhaps it was another whim that you had been on ever since coming to University. But he had understood and agreed with any and all explanations, ensuring you that he didn't need them.

Always so gentle and careful, especially with you, Dokyeom had never tried initiating intimacy after that. Neither had you, bound by the fear that it might lead to another disappointment and you were afraid that the dejection might kill you this time around.

But tonight, with his fingers stationed on your body like they had no intention of moving away unless you insisted and with love ebbing in your heart like the contents of an ocean poured into a lake, you feel surer than ever of it.

His breath hitches when you hold his hand between both of your palms and begin trailing it down below, under the sheet and closer to where you ache for him the most. He says your name like a plea, like a question.

You answer him by pressing your lips to his jaw. "I want it," you whisper, "I want to try again."

He doesn't ask you if you're sure, he leaves no window for you to second guess that. Because the need for him to honor all your wishes is inbuilt within him like red to his blood.

"Tell me when to stop," he says before pushing himself up enough to hover over you.

You nod eagerly. He pushes your hoodie up to your chest with one hand while making sure not to disturb the blanket that covers you hips down. Perhaps it is one of your armors that might give you some sense of safety.

Your shy tendencies appreciate the additional layer that shields your nakedness, but you know that even if he were to undo it, you'd feel safe. Because this time around, it's not a hasty decision to lose your virginity to your first boyfriend ever, it is rather a conclusion that you have arrived upon after sharing your life with him until your soul lay in his palm threadbare and watching him hold it like his own life.

This time, Dokyeom holds your eyes when his fingers slip into your underwear. He hisses at the impact with your slick folds. "So wet," he mumbles, "how long were you thinking about this?"

All my life, you want to answer.

"All the time," you moan instead when they slip down to stroke your melting heat.

Dokyeom's fingers are so skilled at making you pulse more than you already are as they cover your entire cunt. Thumb drawing circles over your clit, fingers soothing the walls that grow slicker with each movement, occasional pinches on your folds that make you whimper more than they hurt…he is everywhere.

And for the first time, the idea of sharing your most vulnerable parts with someone doesn't make you ashamed or anxious. It rather thrills you, watching how he pleasures you between your legs more than anyone—yourself included—ever could. Your breaths mingle into a steamy haze of moans and grunts as you kiss him.

He presses his forehead down on yours, biting his lips and savoring in this moment like this is as pleasurable for him as it is for you.

"Tell me," he huffs, "does it feel good?"

"So…so good, Dokyeom," you clutch the pillow hard.

"Yeah," he talks you through it as his fingers flirt with the idea of pushing inside your leaking hole, "does it feel as good as when you touch yourself?"

That makes you stutter a bit, just for a split second, because the very next moment he is pressing a chaste, open-mouthed kiss into the column of your neck and you feel your legs part even more.

"I never….I mean, I've tried," you admit. Your skin turns scarlet under him, and it is almost impossible for him to determine if it is because of your innocent confession or the things he is doing between your thighs.

Something soft and broken flashes across his face when you tell him that you've never been able to make yourself come this way. But a playful determination over takes it when he finally pushes one of his long, sturdy fingers inside of you and instead of clenching up painfully, you only tighten around him when he tries to pull it out.

"So sweet," he praises, kissing the stray tear from the corner of your eye, and feels you ease up again when he pushes the finger back in, "so eager, my love."

"D-Dokyeom," you hitch when you feel his another finger at your entrance…you had barely accustomed yourself to one of them.

"Shh baby," he insists, "you can take it, I know. You are doing so well so far…and if it hurts, we stop, okay?"

Your eyes search for anything akin to a doubt in his eyes. When you find none, you feel yourself easing up in his steady embrace. The trust you have on him in this moment is beyond any worries of yours. And so, you let him wrap one of your legs over his hips with one hand while he pushes another finger into your warmth.

"Just like that baby," he groans when his fingers ease up without strain, snug and warm inside of you.

Your back arches of the ground when he begins pumping them with a certain rhythm and you press yourself closer to him until you feel his heartbeat right against your own. The orgasm that washes over you is so inevitable, yet it takes you by surprise when you scream out his name. His fingers only pick pace up, the squelching sounds intensifying more than before now that the sweet evidence of your love for him flows down in messy waves around him as you fall apart.

Your body buzzes with the intensity of your orgasm so you are not fully aware when he pushes your underwear down your legs and disappears down the blanket. The loss of fabric isn't noticeable for long though, because he instantly covers your soaked cunt with his mouth. Your thighs had gone limp on either side of him, but they tighten and coil around his neck when he begins cleaning you up with hungry licks. He doesn't eat you out, he ravishes you like a man parched. His nose presses down against your sensitive nub, but he is determined to press as many kisses to your blushing core as you can take without pushing him away.

Someone so devoid of sexual intimacy, now overdosing on it.

You are no better though. Even as your limbs scream to rest after the overwhelming climax from some moments ago and your back aches from arching so much, you can't help but press yourself deeper and deeper into his mouth, welcoming him he begins sucking on your engorged clit.

Your legs shake and your fingers knot into his hair when your second orgasm crashes down on you earlier and harder than your last one, thanks to your overused and sore nerves.

Your boyfriend emerges flushed and breathless from between your legs, but not before littering the flesh of your abdomen and thighs with a hundred tiny kisses.

He stares down at you for long, silent moments, trying to catch his breath that he lost somewhere between kissing you and claiming you. You hold onto his arms, your own breathing rapid and ragged while you wait for his next move.

"Wanna go further?" he finally asks, toying with the hem of your sweatshirt.

With your legs still parted and coiled around his hips as you occasionally rub yourself against his hard body, he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you no matter how gone you are.

"Yes," you hiss, flexing your hips again against the rough fabric of his jeans, "fuck yes."

A single flick of his wrists undoes the hoodie and has you naked and writhing underneath him. Subconsciously, you brace yourself for the ancient pang to hit you again, one which is often accompanied with the urge to cover yourself up.

But nothing happens.

Because the more Dokyeom's eyes darken with pure, molten want, the more pride you feel in your skin. You don't want to hide, even though he is fully clothed above you. It only pushes you further to tug at his shirt, silently prying him to join you. He ignores it though, because all his senses are zeroes down on the hardened nipples on your breast. He swoops down to capture one of them between his lips. His slick tongue that is still coated with your arousal, drags against them over and over again until you are keening below him, now shamelessly rubbing yourself all over your boyfriend.

You chant his name because it is the only appropriate word that occupies your mind as you undo the buttons of his shirt. Frustrated, you pull at the fabric until they give away at once.

"Fuck I love it when you're fiesty," Dokyeom doesn't even have the decency to detach his lips from your breasts when he speaks.

His fingers undo the zipper of his jeans and push it along with his boxer down his legs somehow while ensuring he doesn't stop touching you. His legs get caught up in the hurried movements and you can't help but giggle, covering your eyes.

"Hey, that's insulting," he pouts, assuming that you're laughing at his nude form.

"No!" you say, pressing your palms over his abs, "you're just so silly."

"Am I?" he says, trying to keep the lightheartedness alive as he fishes for a condom in his wallet. You're grateful for it though, because it distracts you from the thoughts of what you just glimpsed at and if it is going to fit. For a moment, your head gets swarmed by all the Buzzfeed horror stories you read as a teen about 'it' getting 'stuck' painfully. But then, you also remember reading in some self-help book about taking charge and facing things that scare you.

In this case, your boyfriend's huge cock.

And so,

"I wanna blow you before you fuck me!" you announce out of nowhere.

Dokyeom is in the middle of ripping the packet of condom between his teeth when you say that. It falls down and lands over your stomach.

"You what?" he blinks.

"I wanna suck your dick."

"Oh."

Slowly, he shifts back, allowing you space to get up from the ground. You somehow push yourself up to your elbows and watch him as he leans against the wall, his hand stroking his member as he waits for you to do what you want to do. He looks so clueless at your sudden enthusiasm that it makes you laugh. Surely, haunted by the last time the two of you tried having sex, he must have thought that this time too, he should take his careful, sweet time to ease you into it…clearly unaware of what had shifted within you over the years.

Your outspokenness isn't a switch flipped, but something that you have been eased into with him.

You are still smiling when you crawl until you reach his lap. And once you do, you do not waste much time before applying what you had seen quite a few times in movies by kissing the tip of his cock as he fists it aggressively while keeping his eyes on you. Moisture gushes behind your lips at the view of his flushed cheeks and eager hips as he ruts them towards you. You give him what he silently begs for by wrapping your lips around his shaft and making yourself push down on him as much as you can until you feel your throat close up around him.

"Fuck baby yes…." he hisses, fluttering lashes drinking in the image of you as you hold his gaze and begin bobbing your head.

One of his arms creeps up behind your neck to aid your movements while the other gathers your hair up in a ponytail in his fist. Maybe he did that with the intention of providing you some extra support as you sloppily suck his cock for the first time as best as you can. But when the slight pressure on your neck and the pull of hair in his fist begins making your vision double, you realize it is more about him trying to regain some sort of control as everything slips away from him under your ministrations.

"Such a pretty cocksucker," he praises, brushing your cheek with his thumb just when you pull him out of your mouth with a fit of coughs.

With a little nudge of his hands, he tries to move your pretty, swollen lips back onto his cock, but you protest, "I can't wait anymore."

Your nails scratch his chest as you haphazardly climb his lap and kiss him.

"Won't it hurt you more this way?" he manages even though your teeth are pulling at his lips.

"No I think this way I'd be more in control of it," you ramble almost enthusiastically, but then when you wrap your fingers around it and remember how you barely had been able to take him halfway down your throat, you begin to dim, "at least I think so…"

Your dubious eyes flicker up to his, glassier and wider than ever. The slight tremble in your lips make him tighten his hold over your hips like a promise.

"I'll help you through it," he says. And even with his rumpled up hair and flushed face that make it seem like he can barely formulate a coherent thought under the weight of this moment, he sounds surer than ever.

Your words fail you as the gravity of what you're about to do tightens around you. You feel like you are confined inside something thick, yet sweet. You rope your arms around his neck and kiss him through it as you begin to descend your hips down until he is perfectly aligned with you.

Both of yours' eyes meet and darken in tandem as the realization hits you...just one push, that's all it will take.

He licks his lips, "May I?"

"Yeah," you gulp, "yeah, please."

He flexes his hips gently, but with intention, and at the same time, his hold over you tightens. The stretch of the first half of him makes you double down until you're pressed chest to chest, your face finding home in the crook of his neck as uncontrollable tears begin rushing down. He doesn't move any further, just pats your hair all while mumbling sweet nothings to you.

"You're so….so beautiful my love," his voice is lush yet contained, like velvet forced between concrete, "you feel better than I ever imagined."

You continue to whimper into his neck, not knowing whether to move up or down.

"Relax," he says, almost as if he senses your strain. "let it flow…listen to your body babe."

Your eyes flutter shut, all the worries that you had about doing something wrong dimming at his reassurances. You take a few breaths, no matter how jagged.

"I love you," he reminds you and you are so grateful that he does. Because with his confession, something loosens within you…almost like sugar melting above open fire and turning into syrup. You feel your hips loosen, and you effortlessly slide all the way down until you are flushed fully down on him.

Your body continues to shiver, it is a strange sensation, but a pleasurable one. One that you want to accustom yourself to. One that you want to feel again and again, even when it makes you cry.

His big hands hold your hips gently, fingers twitching as if he's trying to resist gripping you tighter. Your unfocused eyes blink up at him to see his reaction, but the feeling of him, the weight of him, the hardness of him makes it impossible for you to stay still and focus. His body trembles against yours when you frantically begin rutting your hips in whatever motion you can. Up, down…or grinding when your thighs begin to ache.

It doesn't take long for your body to turn pliant and exhausted with the effort and when you whine his name yet again, he helps you by taking charge and bucking his hips against you, doing most of the work as you nearly give up on riding his enormous, girthy length.

His fists gather the flesh on your bottom as his movements become more and more commanding. He easily moves you up and down his cock, the only evidence of any strain being the slight bulge of the veins on his hands. His head falls back as your moans turn into screams and eventually tears—music to his ears.

"You feel so warm and so good," he says while you mewl at the slow drag of his cock as he begins slowing down to savor it more, "thank you baby…thank you so much for trusting me with this."

He makes a point to emphasize that when his fingers slip down from where they were toying with your breasts down to stroke your clit and you feel like he just lit you alive.

When a jolt of pleasure between your legs threatens to break you apart, you fully collapse on top of him, latching onto him like your life depends.

"No no no," he blabbers almost urgently, "look at me, please look at me!"

Thrust down in a place too deep, dark and hot, you fail to even lift your head as your orgasm washes over you. Dokyeom surges with you until your back hits the ground, all while he continues pistoning in and out of you with even more urgency, trying to intensify your pleasure the best he can.

"Baby, please open your eyes, just for a moment," he pleads, his voice cracking as he cradles your face. Wrapping your legs around him for some sort of support does help you calm down enough to tilt your head and honor his wish and your breath catches at the sight of him.

He looks so owned, so wrecked, so gone….just yours.

His lips are slick with your saliva, parted and panting right above your swollen ones which tingle with the ghost of his heated kisses. The wetness between your thighs pools down below on the mattress from overuse and you moan at the lewd sounds of his sweat-soaked skin slapping against your spent one.

"Dokyeom…" you sigh, fingers holding onto his shoulders as he shudders at the utter nearness of his climax. You try to clench around him harder than you already are, but it is your words that break him. "I love you…I am yours, now more than ever."

He grunts as he spills apart inside of you, the condom from earlier lying forgotten somewhere between the pillows. But your mind doesn't rush there, not at all, especially not when the love of your life continues filling you with the shy evidence of his devotion to you. You arch above the ground, almost like him spilling inside of you pumps something new, something raw within you.

"Now more than ever," he repeats your words from earlier, face still buried in your hair while his fingers shiver on the pillow your head rests upon, "now more than ever."

By the time he returns back to bed after having put all the soiled sheets and pillows away, you are arousing from your languid nap that had engulfed you somewhere between when he carried you to the bathroom and when he was massaging your head with your coconut scented shampoo. He had already tucked fresh sheets in your bed and the comforter he had wrapped over you feels nothing short of a warm cloud when he slips in.

You smile up at him shyly, the raw act of intimacy that you had indulged in with him over and over again not even an hour ago seems to have stirred something new into the sweet concoction that was your relationship. A brighter colour that flushes your cheeks when you remember the ragged state of him when he came inside you. A sharper spice that settles down in your lower abdomen that still aches with the need for his intense lovemaking all over again.

But you know better than overdo your sore body so you allow him to just pull you gently closer under his arm and onto his chest, all while trying not to remember the smidge of the deep, dark crimson that coated him as well as the sheets when he had finally pulled out. Your blood, the loss of which doesn't feel like bereavement at all. Not something taken away from you, but something replaced within you. A new sensation, a new definition of need, a new act of love.

You find yourself pressing your cheek deeper into his collarbone, breathing in the scent of your soap on his skin.

But Dokyeom doesn't seem relaxed, because you know what that looks like by now. His breathing doesn't get even neither does he crack some flurry of dumb jokes that will have you fall asleep with a smile on your lips and contentment in your heart. On the contrary, you can feel him fidget with something in his other hand that he doesn't wrap around you.

Strange.

"Kyeom?" You ask.

"Mhmm?"

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing babe...why would you ask?"

"You seem...tensed," you begin to move away from him when a thought begins to form that you'd rather not think about, especially not after what just happened. Your fingers tighten over the comforter over your chest when you say it out loud, "do you...do you regret it?"

His eyes widen when you say that, and despite the glow on his face and the boyish charm of the hair falling over his eyebrows, he looks like someone who has witnessed war. He shoots right up, his arms already reaching for you but you only pull back.

"Was it not good?" you ask, trying your best to fight the tears that threaten to spill, "because I liked it very much...but if it wasn't as good as you, I-I'm ready to hear it. It's just it was my first time and I didn't know-"

"Babe!" he says, his voice a bit louder as he finally grasps onto your arms desperately, "please, no...that's not...that's not what I'm thinking. It was the most beautiful night ever, really. Regret is the last thing I am feeling right now."

Dokyeom's eyes gleam with this longing plea for you to trust him, the intensity of which renders you doubtless about his words.

"Then what is it?" You ask meekly, a bit embarrassed of your earlier rant.

A hollow silence lingers in the room around you. You wait for him to meet your eyes, but all he does is fish for something in his pocket and holds it between the two of you. A small, butterfly shaped pendant dangles down a long silver chain from between his fingers like a fragile taunt.

When he looks up at you, there's a blush on his cheeks, "I...uh, I bought this for you. For Valentines. But I...I didn't find the time to gift to you earlier."

Your fingers reach forward to feel the pearls on either side of the pendant, barely caressing them. You have always adored pearls just as much as you have loved butterflies.

"Dokyeom, it's perfect...it's everything I love," your eyes shine with undiluted wonder, "It must have taken you so much time to find it."

"It didn't actually," he says, scratching the back of his head, "it was quick."

"What do you mean?"

"Uh...it is...it is custom."

"What!?" your sharp voice startles him, "you got custom jewlry made for me?"

He laughs, a little nervous, "It's not much...just a pendant. But yeah, I wanted to give you something that I know you would love."

"But it must be so expensive."

"It wasn't a pressure, really."

"Wait," you begin deflating on the bed, the mattress sinking down with your weight as you shrivel, "is this why you had been picking up those extra shifts at the coffee-house?"

Dokyeom purses his lips, this isn't the worrisome reaction he wanted from you. "Baby, really. Don't worry about the cost of it...I really wanted to gift you something like this."

"But-"

"You have already given me so much," he says, whispering your name like a prayer. You notice how his voice wobbles around it, like he is treading carefully, "all your busy days that you somehow squeeze me into, even if it means walking twenty-five minutes from the cosy library to the study in the uncomfortable, loud coffee-house just to spend some time with me, albeit at a distance. All your smiles and tears that you share with me, making me feel like the luckiest man alive...and when you let me hold you between my palms, it's like all my dreams and wishes finally made flesh and bones."

Your fist over your blanket tightens, your tears falling down on it like rain.

He licks his lips, wiping your tears before continuing, "So trust me when I say that tonight...especially after what happened tonight, this necklace feels so insincere against what all you've given me."

The blanket falls between you, catching between your tangled limbs as you throw yourself at him, hugging him close. All the bruises of his teeth on your chest burn when you press him close, but you don't care.

Somewhere between ugly tears and blubbering confessions and reaffirmations of love, you convince him to put the pendant on you. His fingers shiver and knot between your hair as he attempts to secure it in place, and tells you how he was hesitating about when to give it to you because he didn't want you to think that he was gifting you something in exchange of tonight but that he also wanted you to feel appreciated. An unnecessarily dilemma, you concluded. Because how could anything from him to you ever feel insincere?

He doesn't stop caressing you--your back, your neck, your lower abdomen, as he lies you down back on the bed. And though there has been an undeniable shift in your relationship moving onwards, with the warmth of his generous touch and a token of his adoration hanging around your neck, it all only feels like an addition to what you already have.

What you've always had.

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“Ow—!” You painfully yelp, hand shooting out to protect your precious hair. “—You little rat! Let go of me!” You scold your naughty son, who releases your hair and instead nips at your hand, eliciting another whine from you.

Just as you’re about to scold him again for his lack of emotional support, your doorbell chimes. You eagerly lift yourself up off the floor, hands clumsily fixing your clothes and hair as your feet move you closer to the door as if on command.

Wonwoo jumps at your sudden appearance as you open the door almost instantly, the gesture catching him off guard.

‘Fuck.. now he probably thinks I’m a freak and that I waited by the door..’ You mentally lectured yourself.

Wonwoo quickly composes himself and flashes you a toothy grin, his eyes glimmering behind his nerdy lenses as they set on your face.

“Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting. I really... uh, had to poop.” He awkwardly confesses, eyes avoiding your gaze.

Now you were the one caught off guard, a snort unexpectedly escaping your nose as you cover your face with your hands to stifle a laugh. “Oh god.. its okay! You don’t have to apologize for that..” You reassure him.

Wonwoo continues to smile endearingly, watching attentively as you laugh at his confession. Finally gathering yourself, you leave Wonwoo by the door to get your kitten settled into his stroller.

Wonwoo curiously watches as you coo at your kitten, who only cries in return. You push Lung in the stroller back towards the door, grabbing any and all basic necessities.

“Alright!” You smile brightly as Wonwoo holds the door open for you and Lung to pass through, “Let’s get going before it gets colder.” You successfully push Lung out into the apartment hallway, locking your door once Wonwoo had stepped out.

You and Wonwoo make your way towards the elevator, Wonwoo showing off his charms once more by going out of his way to push the call button. Calming silence envelopes the elevator as soon as you step in.

“I’m gonna be honest—” Wonwoo suddenly chimes, “This is probably my first time going on a walk with a cat.” He lifts his arm to shyly rub behind his neck, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Oh?” You turn to look at him with a smile still plastered on your face, “Well I’m glad I get to experience being your first!” You blindly blurt out without a second thought. Wonwoo sheepishly grins at your unintentional double meaning, your brain shortly registering what you had said.

“Wait— I didn’t mean for it to sound like that— fuck, I’m so stupid..” You furrow your brows and sigh in frustration, leaning down to hide your face in the handles of Lung’s stroller. Wonwoo shakes his head and lets out a chuckle, finding your frustration amusing.

A sudden mewl erupts from inside the stroller, Lung’s paws pushing up into the mesh fabric above him. You lift your head up, all embarrassment drifting away as you playfully tap on the mesh to get his attention. “Hi little baby—” you coo gently, “You excited to go outside?”

Lung only continues to whine, this time seated, determining his efforts in grabbing your attention successful. The elevator comes to a halt, its all too familiar chime ringing in your ears as it alerts you of your arrival to your selected floor. The doors pull back with ease and you begin pushing the stroller out into the empty lobby, Wonwoo following close behind. Wonwoo picks up his pace as you near the door, pushing it out open with his all too persistent smile plastered on his face as you step out.

“You’ve been such a gentleman today.” You smile, eyes meeting back with Wonwoo, who takes place beside you. “Just feels right.” He beams.

You both commence walking, the cool air hitting your warm skin as the falling sun casts a comforting glow around your surroundings. You glance down at Lung who shows much appreciation to being out, his head whipping in every and all directions excitingly. You come to a stop in front of an ice cream shop, its bright lights and inviting atmosphere enticing you to enter. Wonwoo stops himself from bumping into you, his confused gaze trailing from your face to the ice cream shop, his brain connecting the dots immediately. “Did you wanna get some ice cream? I’ll pay.” He cocks his head towards the shop, a smile forming on his lips when he notices how your eyes widen slightly at the suggestion.

“Only if it’s okay with you..!” You shyly mumble, unknowingly already pushing Lung’s stroller towards the open entrance of the ice cream shop. Wonwoo shakes his head with a smile, following behind you as you make your way to the counter of the shop. You suddenly freeze as you realize who’s working the counter. Wonwoo, noticing your shift, glances up to the counter as well. “No way..”

“Oh? Wonwoo?” Joshua perks up, a teasing smile growing on his lips as he glances between you and the taller male. “Fancy seeing you guys here! Y’all on a little date or something?” He chuckles as he cleans his hands with a rag, readying himself to take your orders.

Wonwoo’s face grows warm as he awkwardly nods, “Yeah.. we are.” Unable to hide the surprise on your face, you turn to Wonwoo so quickly you almost give yourself whiplash. Joshua, somehow also surprised with the answer, hums in acceptance. “Oh! That’s great. So… um.. what can I get you guys?” He says with practiced expertise. Wonwoo glances at you, allowing you to place your order first.

You let out a relieved breath, moving yourself a bit closer towards the counter. “I’ll just have the strawberry shaved ice please..” Joshua nods as he inputs the order into the tablet, glancing up at Wonwoo right after. Wonwoo’s eyes skimmed the selection of frozen treats, hand holding his chin in thought, “Hmm.. I’ll get the oreo shaved ice.” Joshua hummed lightly, inputing the order and ringing up the total, bright numbers flashing on the customer side of the tablet.

The teasing grin etches itself back into Joshua’s lips as Wonwoo takes out his card to pay. “Wow, so generous… next time take me out on a date.” Wonwoo shakes his head with a grin, rolling his eyes playfully at the older male. “In your dreams.”

Joshua continues smiling as he moves back into the kitchen area of the store after the payment goes through, allowing you, Wonwoo, and Lung to find a table to sit at.

Once seated you carefully unzip the front piece of the pet stroller, Lung immediately bumping his head into your hand for attention. Wonwoo takes the opportunity to also give Lung chin scratches, the kitten purring happily at the affection from both humans. Wonwoo’s eyes trail from the cheery kitten to your face, seemingly reflecting Lung’s joy. His eyes stay fixated on your features, eyes slowly trailing down to the plush skin of your lips. You suddenly catch sight of how Wonwoo’s hand stops his petting, instead hovering slightly above your kitten’s body. In curiosity, your own eyes trail up to meet his gaze, eyes widening up in surprise to see him already staring directly at you with tenderness.

“I’m just so happy to have met you—” He mutters slightly under his breath, breaking the comfortable silence the store provided. “—Even after embarrassing myself the other day.. you still gave me a chance and now.. I couldn’t be more enamored with your presence.”

Time felt frozen, your eyes scanning all over the male’s face, trying to wrap your mind around the words that left his lips. Wonwoo lifted his hand away from Lung’s body and rested it atop of your free hand, thumb lightly brushing your warm skin. Your eyes darted from his lips back to his eyes, the gesture not going unnoticed by the male in front of you. His tongue subtly ran across his bottom lip to ease the sudden dryness he was experiencing. In a hushed tone, he leaned in closer to your body, “May I kiss you?”

Your lips parted faintly as you nodded in approval, Wonwoo seeming to not want to waste another second as he leaned in, his soft lips brushing against yours. Your own lips chased his, closing whatever gap there was between both bodies. His hand moved away from your hand to gently cup the side of your face, holding the warmth of your cheek in his cool palm. Your heart hammered loudly in your chest as your lips pushed closer to the latter, feeling as if he would disappear if you let go. Wonwoo slowly pulled away from the embrace, leaving a light peck on the corner of your mouth. A short whine left your lips in protest, hands quickly finding their place over your mouth at the embarrassing noises it emitted. Wonwoo grinned in response, using the hand that was holding your face to sweep some of your hair away from your face.

Joshua swiftly made his way out of the kitchen right after your little romance, hands skillfully holding both orders in a tray. Noticing your suspicions glances and body language, Joshua quirks an eyebrow at the two of you.

“Y’all weren't making out while I was making your food, right? ‘Cus if you’re lying.. I’m gonna check the cameras.” Joshua warned, placing the tray carefully on the table in front of you. Wonwoo nervously gulped, eyes darting towards you and back to Joshua's questioning look.

“No! No funny business at all! We promise.. right Lung?” You suddenly burst, trying to ease the attention back towards your kitten, who purrs happily at the drift. Joshua doesn't seem all too convinced, but decides to drop the topic. “Well then.. enjoy your dessert guys!” Joshua runs his hands over his apron and steps back into his place behind the counter, grabbing his rag to clean up his space.

You and Wonwoo glance at each other, small giggles emitting from the both of you like teenagers being caught by your parents.

As you both eat your cold treats, you couldn't help but think of the earlier evens, hoping that Joshua didn't get curious and check the security cameras like he threatened.

summary: ✧˖ Many know the saying of curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately, yours ended up in your (cute) new neighbors apartment.

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Fem!reader || Potential endgame: junhui, minghao || college au, slice of life, fluff, humour, romance || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･your best friend was lucky enough to have two boys pining after her. you on the other hand were unluckyenough to be in love with one of them.

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Fem!reader || romance, fat angst, drama, comedy || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you and mina have been best friends for as long as you remember. after your parents passed from a horrible car accident, mina's parents kindly took you in, tending and caring for you as their own. at such a young age, you have learned the meaning of debt as this is your constant feeling towards your best friend and her parents. to compensate, you have showed them undoubtable loyalty, respect, love and kindness, just as they have showed you; you do everything they tell you without question. so when your best friend asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she has been talking to online, your loyalty and trust are tested when you unintentionally develop feelings for him.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you and joshua meet through your love for boba popsicles, but end up living out your very own complicated, mess filled, cinderella story.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✮

“Love On The Air” by @suhnshinehaos

Gn!reader || uni au, childhood friends to ???, pining, fluff, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･joshua hong wants you to know how he feels about you, but god forbid he actually say it out loud. instead, he settles on the next best thing : dedicating a song to you every week on the campus radio. too bad you’re too dense to actually figure out it’s all for you.

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Based on Hidden Love, orange cat x black cat || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Jun as the boy who makes you believe in the existence of love

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Gn!reader || sunshine x grumpy, fluff, humour, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･for yn it was love at first sight, but for jihoon it was annoyed at first sight.. oops?

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“FORELKSET” by @escapewriter

Fem!reader || idol au, fluff, humour, romance, slight angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a boring summer with you and your best friend led you both to do some dumb things, one being texting your number neighbor. however, things take a toll when your number neighbor isnt the person who they say they are.

Kim Mingyu

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Gn!reader || college au, band au, strangers to lovers, slice of life, comedy, angst, fluff || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you become the muse of the overly cocky rising rockstar on campus, kim mingyu.

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“What I Would Do!” by @sungbeam

Fem!reader || acquaintances to lovers, pining, fluff || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･minghao is kinda sorta maybe in love with you, but he thinks you're so out of his league.

Boo Seungkwan

“Company Policy” by @whatsk-poppinhomies

Fem!reader || idol au, romance, fluff, drama, comedy, angst, smut || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Being an intern at Hybe was a dream come true for you. It was simply a summer program where you got to experience and be a part of the behind the scenes work that pushed the artists to the top. Three months working with some of the biggest k-pop artists, it wasn’t a big deal, that is until Boo Seungkwan entered your life and you both began to question the Company Policy.

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Fem!reader || college au, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, drama || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You'd consider yourself a simple college student, a freshman who just wants to survive their first year - but things get complicated when you're suddenly falling for someone you definitely shouldn't be, especially since he has a girlfriend already.

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“The Fiancé” by @wondernus

ft. Pi Cheolin || est.relationship, romance, humour, mystery || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a mysterious pink fishing vest. a fiancé who wakes up in the middle of nowhere. and an upcoming wedding on the line. there's only so much you can take before you let your perfect future crumble before your eyes.

Unspecified End Game

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Fem!reader || Potential endgame: seungcheol, mingyu, seokmin, chan || college au, slight angst, romance, humour, eventual smut || Status:Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Mingyu wasn't the one with his heart broken. It was his little sister. And Seokmin's older sister. And Chan's best friend. Choi Seungcheol is a menace to society and needs to be put down. Immediately. The sure fire way to do it is to give him a taste of his own medicine: break his heart.

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“REDAMANCY” by @escapewriter

Fem!reader || Potential endgame: junhui, minghao || college au, slice of life, fluff, humour, romance || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･your best friend was lucky enough to have two boys pining after her. you on the other hand were unluckyenough to be in love with one of them.

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“Newsflash!” by @cupidhaos

University harem, angst, humour, fluff, slice of life || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･university life can be hard when you get caught up with the SVT boys

⤷“Move!” (sequel of Newsflash!)

University harem, angst, humour, fluff, slice of life, mystery || Status: Completed 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a new school year means new beginnings and new memories - but that can be hard with unfinished love stories in the way