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Nights weren’t usually like this — while they were calm, they were never tense. You struggled to hide your frown when you greeted Ryuji at the door, only to be met by a low mumble and avoidant eyes. You could tell something was bothering him, yet he was typically quiet when he was upset, much to your distress. 

— “How was your day, babe?” You asked, hopeful as you took his coat from his taller frame, moving quickly to place it in the nearest storage closet. His answer was a simple yet stubborn “Fine.” Nothing about him appeared fine. He was stressed and it was evident. “How was work?” “Fine.” You sighed when his monotone voice repeated the word over and over again. Although the lack of communication was frustrating, you could understand why he might be hesitant. It was no secret that he had been struggling with his reputation at his school, his passion for researching the afterlife probably the main reason why. 

You never doubted Ryuji’s beliefs, yet you couldn’t hold back a frown when you would overhear someone reducing it to a useless fantasy. Recently things had become worse, his supervisor directly telling him to stop wasting his time and to focus on something else. While Ryuji was strong mentally, the constant negativity was probably taxing. You needed to find a way to cheer him up. 

Without saying another word, you rushed to the kitchen, pouring two glasses of red wine and balancing them as you moved into the living room, beckoning your husband to join you. “Ryuji, c’mere!” You patted next to your own spot on the couch, with the two glasses placed on the nightstand adjacent to it. He nodded wordlessly, walking into the room and sitting next to you as you asked. He wasted no time taking the glass from the nightstand, sipping on it and closing his eyes at the taste. You always teased him for being overly expressive with his alcohol, yet you couldn’t find it in you to make fun of him when this was the closest to happiness you had seen him show since he arrived home. 

You grabbed your own glass, sipping next to him while watching a dumb movie on your television. Eventually, one glass became two and two became three, and before you knew it, the two of you were tipsy. Your head was leaned back, turned to stare directly at Ryuji with no shame. You took notice of how there was a slight sheen of sweat under his jaw, a small furrow in his eyebrows, a light red to his cheeks — you probably looked the same from the wine. 

Suddenly, you were feeling antsy, biting your lip to hold back from voicing your admiration for his face. You truly lucked out, constantly telling him how beautiful he was yet he’d simply hum and look away. You wondered if he would now, choosing to test the waters. “You know, you look really good right now.” Ryuji finally looked your way, and you would bet a million dollars that he was about to scoff and tell you to be quiet, yet his eyes were lidded, riddled with something similar to lust as he bit his lip. “Really?” “Mhmm.” You nodded your head, clumsily enthusiastic. You weren’t sure if it was the drinks or the way his hair was styled, but you wanted to feel him closer to you.

Ryuji’s eyes left yours to look you up and down, faintly smiling as he admired you. You felt one of his hands subconsciously reaching for yours, interlacing your fingers and running his thumb on your palm. The feeling made you smile as well, yet you felt slightly empty for some reason, the yearning in you becoming not-so-innocent anymore. “I missed you today.” You whispered, leaning your face to meet his shoulder and rest on it, locking your eyes onto your hands that were holding each other. “Did you now?” You nodded, pouting lightly. “Wanna show you how much.” You responded quietly, finally shifting your head to look up at him. The look in his eye told you he was more than happy to agree, probably secretly relieved that you had offered a way to release his stress. 

Ryuji’s empty hand moved to hold your hip as you got up slightly, straddling his body on the couch and pushing his shoulders back, silently urging him to stay still. He looked up at you, his eyes intense and heavy with a look that overwhelmed you in the best way. Without overthinking, you closed your eyes, leaning down for your lips to meet his. Once they touched, you immediately furthered the kiss, your hand that was on his shoulder grazing up to cup his neck and push him into you. He complied, chasing your lips with his own and humming into the kiss. 

You could tell he was desperate too, with the way his hips would jolt up to meet your own, creating a rhythm as you both began to grind against each other through your clothes. The friction felt so good, heightened by your tipsy actions. Making love was always perfect with him, yet it was always so different when you two were buzzed, the messy desperate actions somehow amplifying each nerve in your bodies. 

Ryuji’s long fingers let go of your hip, trailing down towards the string of your sweatpants. You pushed away from the kiss, ignoring how his mouth chased yours before turning into a pouty frown. Your hand on his neck held him still as you shook your head, “No, this is about you, Ji. We can do that some other time, let me help you.” His frown stayed, now slightly confused yet he nodded at your words, trusting you. 

You smiled, placing one more peck on his lips, before leaving one on his jaw, moving down to his neck to suck on his skin. The flesh was damp with sweat, the pressure of your mouth on him making him feel like he was some horny teenager again. 

Ryuji let out a moan at the feeling, his hand reaching up to grip the back of your neck, pushing you into him fervently. With a renowned passion, you began to suck harshly, leaving purple blemishes over his skin. You would lick them after to relieve the pain before biting the same marks right after. Each time your teeth would graze his skin, his breath would falter, his hips rutting into you mindlessly. 

He whined when you finally removed yourself, yet you simply smiled at him before standing up. “Did work have you stressed?” He huffed at your words, wanting to skip the tense questions in favor of feeling you on top of him again, yet you slapped his hands away when they reached up to grab your waist. “Answer me, please.” He sighed, “He said I wouldn’t get the funding. I… I don’t want to talk about it right now.” You frowned when he responded, his defeated tone making you want to break down along with him. 

“It’s okay baby, I’ll take your mind off of it.” You spoke your last words before descending onto your knees, grinning up at him while your hands reached for his belt. He sank down further into the couch, melting into the feeling when you finally removed the item, pulling down his pants along with it. He kicked them off quickly, watching you intensely as your hands ghosted over his clothed bulge, growing harder with each movement of your wrists. You pressed down lightly, laughing when he threw his head back and whined in response. Choosing to tease him a bit more, you leaned in, leaving a kiss on the tent. He was displeased, his hand rushing to grab onto your hair, roughly pulling you up until you made eye contact with him. “Don’t tease.” Your smile widened, feeling a heat between your thighs at his strict tone. 

Nodding, you waited until Ryuji eased up his hold to finally pull down his boxers. His hard cock sprung out, slapping his stomach and making him groan while biting his lip. You felt yourself grow wetter at the sight, wanting to touch his impressive length immediately. You didn’t hold back anymore, perking up to lean over and grab his dick, stroking the base of it while your tongue darted out, licking his tip. 

The small action had him restless, his blush growing as he twitched at the feeling. You knew he was mostly sensitive in the tip, choosing to focus on it at first. He strengthened the grip of his hand that held onto your hair, getting tighter and tighter as he felt your tongue running over his dickhead. After some more small licks, you finally opened your mouth, taking him in inch by inch until you couldn’t. 

Your eyes were shut quickly, getting more turned on as the second passed, the feeling of his cock heavy in your mouth making you clench your thighs harder. He was no longer trying to hold in his moans, eyes shutting tight while his head tilted back. He was a loud, whining mess at your mercy as your hand ran up and down his base while you hollowed your cheeks on what you could. 

Spit was trailing down onto his bare thighs as some of his precum dribbled down too, though most of it was swallowed down your throat instead. You opened your eyes, looking up to admire your whimpering husband. He looked angelic, veins showing on his forehead as he clenched his teeth, biting his lip as you worked your fingers down him.

Ryuji opened his eyes as your pace increased. When he looked down at you, he caught your eyes, locking into them while his mouth opened to release more moans into the room. You tried to smile at him, although your mouth was occupied, taking him fully down your throat. The sight made him grunt loudly, his hand in your hair tightening. While he tried to fight back the urge, he knew he was slowly losing the battle, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly. 

Your head was pushed into his pelvis while his actions became rougher, finally tipping over when you gagged on his cock. His eyes left yours, shutting tightly once more before he came inside your mouth with one final moan. 

Your mouth was full of his cum, some dripping out to run down your chin, yet you swallowed, looking up at Ryuji when you had none left. Behind his dazed out expression, you saw his lips curl upwards in content, and you jumped up back onto the couch. Pressing yourself next to him, he met you halfway into a messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. 

Your heavy breaths both occupied the room, calming down while embracing each other. “I’ll come home mad again if it means you’ll do that every day.” His voice was unserious, raspy as you could tell he was tired. You laughed at his words, “Yeah right… Next time I’m handing you a broom and telling you to get to work.” You both giggled, holding each other and intertwining your hands once more before you both dozed off together, cramped on the small couch.

After the death of his student and his attempt in which he lost control over his legs, he was convinced no one would approach him about the topic again. That was until you walked up to him after class, stating that you vaguely remember having to play the deathly games when you were involved in the meteor accident in Shibuya.

Ryuji stayed stoic, but he was mentally ecstatic knowing that he wouldn’t have to hunt down another victim, because his pretty student offered herself up instead. He led you to his office where he held all his research, debriefing you on what he knew and every one of his hypotheses. He truly admired the way you would bite your lip and stare at him in wonder each time he would rant about death beyond the Borderlands. 

It was 2 a.m. when you received an email from him, asking you to meet him at a small local cafe the next evening to discuss the plan.

When you arrived, you looked inside the window of the warmly lit building and found Ryuji sitting at a table near the end of the room. You breathed in deeply before entering, the chime of the door bell notifying the man of your arrival. He looked your way, and you had to fight the urge to walk out and run away — not because you were scared, but because you were flustered. He had a habit of holding prolonged eye contact with you, to the point where you would get nervous.

Swallowing down your nerves, you walked quickly towards the table, bowing when you finally got close enough to fully see the man. Ryuji nodded his head in your direction, fighting off the urge to stare at your outfit. He loved your cute dresses and skirts, but he made a mental note to remind you to wear something more practical when you both enter the other world. 

“Hi, Mr. Matsuyama.” “L/n, we’re past the need for formal names, aren’t we? We might be dying together soon anyway.” His deep voice was quiet, probably shielding the topic from others near you, yet you couldn’t deny that the sultry tone made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You nodded at his words, a blush overtaking your cheeks while you sat down opposite to him. “Would you like anything?” He offered, vaguely glancing at the menu before looking back up at you. His gaze continued, overwhelming you in every sense. You simply shook your head, “I’m okay, thank you.” 

Ryuji chose to order two waters for each of you, before beginning his discussion with you. “I found a seminar, supposedly made for those like you and I who wish to enter the world. Are you available Saturday night?” Weirdly, although the thought of potential death should have been a concern, you gleamed at the news, nodding your head eagerly. He slightly smiled at your reaction, taking a sip of his drink before pulling his phone out and sending you the address. After another half hour spent talking about what to wear, what to bring, and things of a similar nature, the two of you left the cafe, agreeing to meet together before the seminar and attend together. 

Saturday night came soon, and you were both physically and mentally prepared. You decided to bring a pocket knife with you, hidden underneath the tight jacket you chose to put on. Your legs were covered in athletic leggings, an article of clothing you typically wouldn’t wear, yet you remembered wishing you had something other than a measly miniskirt the first time you entered the Borderlands. 

You met Ryuji on the street leading to a random old office building. He had told you through messages that the seminar would take place there, and while you were almost scared at the thought of the creepy building, you were excited to return to the land you once resided in. 

When he saw you approach, Ryuji let out a sigh, taking in the way the leggings you wore hugged your legs so tight. He had priorities, none of them being related to his perversions, yet he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about what you would look like without them on. Shaking his head, he greeted you quietly when you finally arrived, to which you responded back eagerly. 

You two headed to the building, taking an elevator up and following the familiar arrow signs all the way to a gray, dimly lit room. There were five other people, all dressed formally for the occasion. You grew self conscious, seeing as even your professor chose to wear a formal blazer, yet you shook off the thought. You were prepared for survival, not a fashion show.

You followed Ryuji towards a table, taking a seat and moving the one next to yours to allow for him to place his wheelchair there instead. “You must be sitting on the chair.” An older man strictly spoke, and you looked up to see him looming over you two. He must be the one who had this planned. 

You looked back towards Ryuji, who seemed to have no issue using his upper strength to place himself next to you on the metallic chair. You had to fight back a blush at his ragged, heavy breaths from the physical exercise. 

Not much longer after everyone was situated, the game began. It was a card game you had not heard of before, yet your nerves slightly grew when the man announced there would only be two winners. You felt bad knowing others would have to lose, yet you wondered if it meant death considering no one looked as anxious as they should be. You shrugged it off, playing by the rules you were instructed to follow. Ryuji did the same, using strategies you didn’t understand but felt as though they were protecting both you and himself. When the first person lost, an older man who seemed uninterested, he simply huffed and rolled his eyes before putting his deck down.

What no one expected was for a laser to shoot straight through his head, leaving his corpse to slam against the ground. Your heart dropped, yet you tried your best to remain calm. As if he sensed your nerves, you felt a hand holding onto your arm, and when you looked up you saw Ryuji looking at you. His eyebrows furrowed, yet the contact calmed you down. You remained still as the others panicked, standing up and getting shot too as a consequence. 

The game got more intense as every round passed, leaving only three of you – you, Ryuji, and a younger man who looked as if he was going to cry any second. Ryuji held his hand up, offering the choice of which card to pick. He pushed up the right card, seemingly encouraging him to grab it, which successfully tricked the younger man into choosing the opposite. You shut your eyes as he yelled, his lifeless body slumping along the table once the final laser went off. 

Both you and Ryuji let out sighs of relief, looking up to the instructor who was now standing under a suspicious fluttering light. His body appeared to shift each time the light would go on and off, changing into the form of someone else who you recognized — Banda. Of course, it had to be the maniac you were forced to partner up with during the Jack of Clubs the last time you were in the Borderlands. He seemed to recognize you as well, eyes gleaming as they moved between you and the man next to you.

“Well, well, well. It appears you two have won, so tell me, would you like to visit me in the Borderlands?” Disregarding the corpses that laid around you, stiff and unmoving, you felt compelled to nod your head in agreement. Ryuji did the same.

After a brief speech from the criminal, you two left the building. The sky was now fully dark, illuminated by a handful of stars. It made you remember how vivid the skies were in the Borderlands, due to the lack of light pollution — it made you more excited. 

“Mr. Matsuyama-” “Call me Ryuji.” You blushed before continuing, “Ryuji, would you like to get drinks? Maybe we could celebrate one more time before we leave.” He found your suggestion cute, looking up at you and nodding. You smiled at him, moving towards the end of the block where you knew a small bar was open. The man followed closely behind. 

When you entered the bar, you realized how dark it was inside. Aside from a couple of people drinking in a booth, it was practically empty. You stepped forward, taking a seat near the front of the room, Ryuji right behind you as you moved the chair for him to be next to you. 

“Could I get a green tea shot please?” Ryuji snorted at your order, making you snap your head in his direction in offense, “Hey! Don’t laugh, it’s not that bad.” “Yeah, yeah. I’ll take whatever tequila you have.” He faced the bartender who nodded in return, stepping to the side to make your orders. 

“So, are you excited?” The deep voice asked, Ryuji placing his head on his hand as he observed you through half lidded eyes. “Of course, I mean… There’s so much to explore once we’re there.” Your eyes lit up as you spoke, looking off into the ceiling in thought. Ryuji licked his bottom lip which now felt weirdly dry, moving to face the drinks that were presented in front of you. You did the same, stealing a sip of his own drink and making him laugh at your disgusted expression. 

After a few shots, you both were slightly reeling, settled into a comfortable silence as you nursed another drink in your hand. You were beginning to feel hot in the stuffy bar, fanning yourself with your hand. Ryuji seemed to take notice, proposing something else, “Do you want to get out of here? My place is nearby.” Your eyes widened at his words, wondering if he had an ulterior motive or if he was innocent. Looking at him, you couldn’t gouge the answer through his stoic expression. “S-sure.” You cringed when you stuttered, yet he didn’t point it out, dropping some cash to pay for both of your drinks before leading you to the door. 

True to his word, his apartment was only a couple of blocks down and you found yourself taking your shoes off in his entryway very soon. The living room was slightly decorated, mostly overtaken by books with titles like The Afterlife: Theories and Significance of Dreams in Real Life. You hummed, walking by and taking the environment in. It was nice, to say the least. While you were wandering around his space, he stayed near the doorway, observing you as you took note of every detail. 

Once you observed everything you were curious about, you looked towards Ryuji. In this lighting, you could see the faint red on his cheeks, probably from the drinks. His hair was slightly more disheveled than usual, and the upper buttons of his collar were popped open. You shut your eyes to avoid looking at the skin underneath. He took his time looking at you too, noting how you weren’t wearing your jacket anymore, revealing a black tank top that defined more than was holy. He swallowed deeply, turning around and opening the door to his bedroom. “I’ve got some more research things in here.” You jumped at his words, quickly following behind him until you entered his room. 

Ryuji’s voice was made neatly, a black duvet covering a king mattress with white sheets. His room was exactly as you expected it would be. You hummed in delight at the decor in his room, extremely minimal yet appealing in a way. He pushed himself towards his bed, using his upper strength once more to pull himself onto the furniture. He sat on the duvet, staring up towards your body that was walking around and continuing to read each title in his bookshelves. Clearing his voice to get your attention, he leaned on his arm and tilted his head to hold your eye contact once you turned around. 

The sight was a pleasant one, his eyes observing you as his hand moved to unbutton his blazer, shifting it to fall off his shoulders. You weren’t sure if you were being perverted, but you swore he was doing it on purpose, with the way his eyes went up and down your body. 

“Umm,” “Why don’t you sit next to me, L/n?” You nodded as if possessed, moving quickly to lay on his bed, although leaving a little bit of space between you two. He seemed to disapprove, staring straight at you as he leaned in slightly. “You know, once we enter the other world, we'll be deprived of a lot. Our purpose will be to win every game and search for death after the afterlife. Are you sure you’re fully… committed?” His voice was low, reserved yet inquisitive, as if he was testing your will to continue. “Yes, I know. As long as I’m with you, Ryuji, I’ll be okay.” He seemed to appreciate your words, humming before leaning closer. 

You could feel his breath near your face, yet you refused to look into his eyes. He smiled at this, moving even closer until his lips finally brushed yours. It was as if the kiss unlocked something within you, as you quickly reciprocated. The hand he was not resting on held your face, cradling it closer to his to move you further into the kiss. Humming in content, you pushed your face deeper into his hold. 

While you had imagined this scenario many times, you were shocked to find out it would soon become a reality — one that you enjoyed a lot. 

He didn’t let you think for long, pushing you onto his bed and deepening the kiss, opening his mouth and using his tongue to make you do the same. His spit mixed with yours, every small groan of his going straight towards your stomach. You were growing desperate, placing your arms around his neck to pull him closer before falling on your back. He was on top of you, kissing you sloppily, his hand that cradled your face moving to unbutton his shirt. Your arms released him, slightly sitting up to remove your own, leaving you in a bra and leggings, while he still had his pants on. 

Once his shirt was successfully off, Ryuji held your face again, sighing into another kiss. You let him do so, happily taking everything he gave you. You were so flustered you began to feel an ache, whining into his lips. He pecked you once more before pushing himself up until he was sitting on his side, hovering above you. 

A shocked gasp came out of your throat as he shifted until he was near your legs, hands bunching up your leggings at the top and looking at you while he took them off slowly. Your hands gripped the duvet underneath you in preparation, looking back into his eyes. Your vision only slipped occasionally to look towards his abdomen. It was clear he worked out, given by his strong biceps and his built stomach. The sight made you more needy, and the way you began to squeeze your legs told him so. 

Ryuji smirked at the sight, holding your newly bare legs in his hands before moving up towards your thighs. You bit your lip, sighing at the feeling of his calloused fingers rubbing gentle circles along your inner legs. His lips were next, starting near the top of your knee and leaving small kisses all the way up until he reached where he knew you wanted him to be. You closed your legs, nerves building up yet he simply shook his head, placing his hands under your thighs and pulling them apart. “Need to show that you’re fully committed, baby. Will you show me?” His voice was rough, clouded by lust, and his breath was heavy. You nodded, “Yes, please.” You answered, moving your hands to his hair to push him closer to you. 

He obliged quickly, pressing his nose onto your clothed center, inhaling your scent before his lips enveloped your clothed core. The feeling of his tongue, although covered, was heavenly. He ate up your sighs, diving deeper while his hands grabbed at the flesh of your legs. It was messy, sloppy as he made out with your cunt. Soon, his desperation took over, encouraged by your whimpers, so he hooked his fingers on the flimsy material of your panties, pushing them to the side and revealing your intimate area. 

A moan got stuck in Ryuji’s throat, feeling his body heat up at the sight of your glistening core. He wasted no time, pushing himself even closer, letting his lips feel you directly. He groaned at your taste, loud enough to drown out your own noises of pleasure. 

He alternated between licking a stripe up your cunt, and sucking onto your clit, noticing how you would pull his hair harshly when he did so. One of his hands let go of your thighs in favor of pushing itself into you, yet at the loss of contact, you began to squirm away from his hold. “S’ too much…” Your voice was slurry, high pitched. He shook his head, slapping the skin of your thigh lightly as a warning before moving it back towards your hole. His tongue skillfully played with your clit, hoping to distract you from the faint stretch as his finger moved inside of you up until his knuckle. 

Ryuji’s hand holding your thigh began to claw into your skin, grasping onto you with full force, while you writhed in his hold, overwhelmed by the stimulation you were receiving. He was subconsciously clenching his stomach, shifting his body on the mattress. “Fuck,” he whined, dazed, “your pussy tastes so good.” The whisper made you shiver, eyes rolling back as you finally reached your high, cumming on his tongue and fingers. He groaned back into your cunt as you clenched on him, reaching his own climax as he rutted into the bed. 

The room was enveloped in heavy breaths and sighs as he continued his actions, sucking your clit until you begged him to stop, feeling too overstimulated. He obliged, pushing himself next to you and holding himself up on his elbow once more, admiring your fucked out state. He grinned, moving away to retrieve something from his nightstand. After a minute of calming down and breathing slowly, you looked over to see what he was doing. In his hand, Ryuji held a vial with some sort of liquid in it. Looking your way, he smiled, “Are you ready?” You smiled back, nodding and laying your head back down as he pushed the liquid up to your lips. Closing your eyes, you let him hold you gently as you both dozed off, waking up soon in the Borderlands.

As much as Jisung tried, it was nearly impossible to hide the giddy smile on his face as he reread your message several times. Not only did you want to talk, but you were the one to reach out. Relief flooded through his body every time he remembered this, knowing that he was starting to act a bit too pathetic lately with the prospect of winning you back.

With a bag full of ramen in one hand, and another miffy plushy in the other (he swears he wasn’t trying to outshine Jaemin’s gift… Sure.) Jisung arrived at your door, breathing in and out deeply for a few minutes while he gained the courage to knock. Holding his phone and putting it on silent, Jisung missed the small ding that came from it before putting it back in his pocket. 

Breathing once more, he put a smile on his face, holding his gifts up high as he knocked on your door timidly, as if he was afraid you’d get mad at him and refuse his entry. 

A minute passed and you still hadn’t answered the door, which was strange but Jisung couldn’t let himself get psyched out so he knocked once more, this time harder. He heard footsteps nearing the door, weirdly though it seemed as though there were more steps than normal. Maybe you had invited one of your friends for moral support? He can’t say he’s not disappointed, but at least you were willing to talk to him so he couldn’t complain.

When the door opened, Jisung smiled brightly, hoping to see a positive expression on your face as well, yet his mouth dropped as well as the gifts he was holding up high at the sight of the guest next to you. 

“Jisung? What are you doing here?” He could hear the aggravated panic in Jaemin’s voice, yet he could barely process it, fists shaking in anger at the sight of his so-called friend living it up in your apartment. Ignoring his question, Jisung looked to his right, seeing you there with a worried expression. It was then that he remembered the buzz of his phone, quickly fishing it out and reading your message. ‘don’t come! Jaemin got here early…’.

Jisung felt his heart drop. What would happen now? He essentially ruined the plan, and didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Ire consumed him, making him want to act out and punch Jaemin square in the face, but he was unsure whether that would scare you off or not.

He looked at you once more after his internal debate, eyes pleading for an answer as to what to do. You frowned, unsure of how to respond and what to do in the situation yourself. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were excited to see Jisung again, and that excitement now turned to anxiety seeing as Jaemin’s eyes were glancing between the two of you in suspicion. 

Closing your own eyes, you sighed before stepping back, letting Jisung in to Jaemin’s disapproval. 

You ignored him, walking in and heading towards your couch where Jisung was quick to follow, resulting in the same from Jaemin. “Seriously, what’s going on here?” 

“I… I know, Jaemin. About everything.” You figured it would be better to get it over with, disregarding your original plan and confronting him with Jisung by your side. Jaemin’s eyes dropped, yet his face stayed eerily the same, controlled as if his whole fake persona wasn’t crumbling by the second. 

“Umm, I talked to Jisung… and everyone else, and they showed me proof that you lied.” Jaemin was still scarily silent, his eyes moving between you and Jisung who was now sitting next to you. Knowing there was no way to hide it anymore, he chose to play offense. “You talked? So I’m assuming you know everything that has happened, right?” His words left you confused, Jisung’s heart dropping. Something didn’t feel right. 

“I’m pretty sure, yes-” “Even about Yunjin?” Jisung’s eyes were now wide, heart beating rapidly in panic. “What?” You turned to the side, looking at the male who was pleading with his eyes to let him explain. “I mean, I’m sure you know he was seeing her,” You shivered at the thought, but nodded along, “but there’s so much more he’s not telling you. Isn’t that right, Ji?” You were confused, now weary of the male sitting next to you who was shaking his head, fidgeting with his fingers. “It’s nothing, N/n. I swear-” “So telling Yunjin all about the breakup and letting her gossip with half the campus about Y/n’s little habits is nothing?” 

Jaemin let his stoic appearance slip, a slight smirk covering his mouth now as Jisung was actively breaking down in front of you. “No… No, no, I swear, N/n. It’s not what you think.” You were trying your best to believe Jisung, but everything was starting to lock into place. The dirty looks you received from everybody at that one party you went to, the fact that people you considered acquaintances were now scoffing at you and laughing along with their friends. What exactly had Jisung told Yunjin about?

“It’s ironic really, how quick he was to let everyone know about your little issue with anxiety, even while knowing it’d probably make you even more upset.” Jaemin sounded smug, not necessarily liking making you cry (I mean, he still had the intention of being with you). That being said, it wasn’t enough to stop you from breaking down as you imagined Jisung talking badly about you. Nonetheless, you held hope. 

“I already knew… He was, umm, being a little rude. But it’d make sense in the beginning at least-” “Do you consider last week the beginning? That’s when he told us all about it. Even bragged a bit about the fact that your little classmates now hated you.”

You were struggling to breathe, imagining Jisung with a smile on his face, telling Yunjin all the secrets he swore he would never reveal to anyone. You knew he probably did it before finding out, but it still hurt all the same. Suddenly, you weren’t looking at the man next to you, getting up and rushing to the kitchen to get some water, hoping to avoid what would be a very awkward and uncomfortable panic attack. Jisung was quick to follow, frantically trying to get a hold of your arm to stop you and beg to explain.

You weren’t letting him touch you this time though, shrugging off his arms. Tears were finally running down your face, holding your breath to avoid breaking down in front of the cause of your worries. 

“Please, N/n. I swear I- I would never do that if I knew… Please, just listen to me.” You’re shaking your head, praying for an excuse to get away and never have to look at either of them again. 

Finally catching your eyes, Jisung saw your silent plea. You were begging him to leave you alone so you could regain your composure. Turning around, his anger was now directed towards Jaemin who remained in the living room, staring straight at him and smirking. 

“What the fuck is your issue, Jaemin?!” He moved towards the male, engulfed in a desire to beat the man until every bone of his was broken. Without realizing, Jisung raised his arm, moving down to strike him yet he was interrupted by a hand holding his. Looking back, he came face to face with an extremely concerned Renjun, alongside an equally confused Donghyuck. Dejun and Yangyang were in the kitchen, trying to get you to breathe slowly and explain. Everything was going horribly. Jisung wanted to let the floor swallow him up. 

“Jaemin, what the hell? What did you do…” Renjun let go of Jisung, who was too caught up in shock to continue his attack on the man. “I did what I had to. Seeing as you were all involved in whatever the hell this was, I probably should’ve done more.” His words caused Donghyuck to scoff, “Get the hell out of here, man. And don’t think we won’t tell the rest of the group. You’ll be blocked by everyone.” 

“Do you really think that matters to me? I’ve been here all this time for Y/n, waiting for her to realize how much of a screw up her boyfriend is,” his gaze turned to Jisung with disgust, “and seeing as I’ve succeeded, I don’t really care anymore.” “You dumbass, do you think she’ll date you after this?” Renjun’s response was irritated, looking at Jisung who stood weakly, staring at the floor still. “At least now there’s no chance for our little Ji. I did the right thing, judging by the little gifts our loverboy brought.” 

The miffy plush had been discarded on the floor, next to several bags of uncooked ramen. Jisung couldn’t move, couldn’t find it in himself to pick them up. All he wanted to do was hug you and close his eyes and forget about everything. He was so close… Yet now he seemed so far, if your shaking figure held by Dejun meant anything. He wouldn’t give up though. He came so far, and he still knew you two were soulmates. 

“N/n, please… I swear I didn’t know- and… and as soon as I found out, I cut contact with her-” You weren’t listening, that much was clear, your body stiff and avoiding his gaze. 

After seconds of him pleading, you shrugged Dejun off, stepping towards the living room. “Can… Can everyone leave please? I want to be alone…” Jisung’s head shook, big steps leading him closer to you yet you flinched at his proximity, avoiding his gaze. 

“Please, Y/n.” “It’s… it’s fine, just go. Please.” You said nothing else, retreating into the hallway which leads to your room. Jisung had half a heart to follow you, yet he was held back by Renjun who shook his head as if he already knew what he was planning. 

With your absence, Jisung turned around, all of his anger now focused on Jaemin as he rushed up to the male, punching him in his jaw with no refrain now. As if all of his regret was intertwined in the punch, Jaemin stumbled back, holding his face and breathing heavily. There was no word to express how frustrated Jisung was as Jaemin finally looked back up at him, smirking. “Good luck, Ji. You’re probably gonna need it.” Before Jisung could get another hit in, without the arms of his friends holding back – seeing as they were equally angry, Jaemin stepped away, leaving the apartment with his head held high. 

Jisung felt as though his body dissociated when he stepped back into the hallway, eagerly trying to find his way back to you, yet he was held back by Yangyang who simply shook his head at the male, pointing at the door. 

The world crumbled around Jisung as he begrudgingly stepped out of the apartment, finally breaking down in Renjun’s arm, remembering how upset you looked. God, he wanted to shoot himself, choke himself out, anything to ease the pain of knowing he had hurt you right after he had finally gained your graces back.

When he arrived at his own place, he finally let go, falling onto his couch face first and sobbing into the pillow, one he recognized you always loved to use when you would go over to his apartment. Unsure of what to do now, he simply closed his eyes, letting sleep take over instead.

a/n: omg i'm back! will you guys ever forgive me for abandoning this for so many months... college had me so burnt out but im technically still in summer so it's a good time for me to come back :3

i checked all of the comments on my previous chapters and added anyone who asked to be on the taglist but if you no longer wish to (considering it's been a while... sorry...) i totally understand and will remove ^_^

i hope you guys didn't think i'd let jisung be forgiven so easily muehehehe i love angst.... + i also hope you guys don't mind me not making the text pink anymore bc it takes so long and my laptop is on its last days...

they both helped you move in, carrying all the heavy boxes for you and insisting you just ‘sit your pretty self down and relax’. you couldn’t complain, resting on the couch while they hauled all of your furniture in. completely unaware as gojo went through your belongings, grinning and laughing with geto when he found a cute bra in your clothes. 

you huffed later that night when you were going through your already built drawers, wondering where your favorite set was. what a shame, you must’ve lost it in the transit. 

gojo wakes you up every day, bright and early, offering you breakfast that always smells too good to pass on. 

handing you pancakes and bacon he made, he blushes lightly when you hum while taking a bite, praising his cooking. he tries his best to be quiet that very same night when he’s touching himself, imagining it’s you praising him and making him feel good.

geto is more observant, not ever being outwardly rude yet clearly being more reclusive than his friend. still, he has moments of weakness where he’s more affected by you than he’d like to admit, like when gojo insists you all swim in the pool together, clearly an excuse to get you in a bikini.

not even twenty minutes into swimming, geto’s leaving quickly to take care of an issue you’ve caused him. he comes back after, acting as if he’s just gone to get a snack, and you don’t press him, but he can sense gojo’s questioning smirk from a mile away. 

when you all watch movies together, you’re squished between the two who move as close as possible without scaring you off. gojo’s arm is around your shoulder, while geto’s head is hovering above your neck. he waits until you’re distracted by a dramatic scene to move his head, inhaling your perfume. when he moves his head back, he meets gojo’s gaze, who no longer holds a teasing glint, instead replaced by a more tense edge.

you’re normally not home on fridays around five, it being the only day of the week where you take a later shift. today though, you were overstaffed and volunteered to be sent home seeing as you didn’t need the money as desperately as you did before. humming along to a random song you heard earlier, you unlock the door to the house, stepping in and removing your bag. 

your feet take you to the bathroom, where you go with a mission to take your makeup off and put your hair down. you’re interrupted by a noise coming from gojo’s room. strange, they normally tell you that they’re not home on fridays either, yet you’re hearing two voices come from behind the door. you decide to check in on them and ask whether they’d like to watch a movie.

your eyes widen as you open the door though, as your presented with the sight of gojo sinfully nude, head rolled back and arms propping him up, all the meanwhile geto’s hand is wrapped around him. the whines gojo lets out are loud, as if he wants you to look at him, even if he’s still not aware you’re there. geto’s completely clothed, sitting at the edge of the bed, lazily stroking gojo. 

the noise of the door creaking finally alerts the two that you’re there, and what you expect the least is for gojo to smirk at the sight of you. he looks at geto before motioning towards you, and geto stands up, walking your way. now that his body’s not covering half of the bed, you see the bra you’ve been looking for in gojo’s hand, covered with a white liquid which you can only assume came from him. 

geto stills in front of you, quirking his head to the side as if inviting you to come in without directly asking. you hope neither of them tell shoko as you allow him to guide you back, sitting you in between the two and pushing your head towards gojo’s so he can press his lips against yours eagerly, geto’s hands already working to remove your work shirt.