Call It What You Want
Hyunjin x fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI
Genre: friends with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff
Summary: You and Hyunjin have been doing this 'friends with benefits' thing for a while now. But let's be real. You love him. And when he starts showing similar feelings, you're terrified. And it leads to a whole lot of Hyunjin-style drama.
“Fuck, princess,” Hyunjin groaned, voice wrecked, “you’re so tight.”
He had you pinned to the bed, as he fucked you like the world’s about to end. His hips snapped against yours, each thrust hitting so deep you’re seeing stars. Galaxies even. His lips were on your neck, sucking bruises - which would have your art class whispering for weeks.
You pressed your eyes shut, losing yourself in him completely. The way he moved in and out of you. The soft wet sounds that filled the room. And him whispering the filthiest things in your ear.
You were barely coherent, nails digging into his back, pulling him closer. Hyunjin had this glint in his eye, as he shifted slightly, hitting that spot, and you choked out a moan, tugging at his short dark strands.
His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers circling your clit, and your orgasm hit you so hard, and you whimpered his name, clenching around him so tight, making him curse.
His thrusts turned sloppy as he whispered, “Fuck, that’s it,”
He came just as hard, burying himself deep inside you, and you were both panting, sweaty messes when he finally collapsed beside you. Pulling you close, he kissing your temple, and you let yourself enjoy it, just for a second.
It started about an year ago at a frat party you were dragged to by your friend, Jennie. You’d been sulking in a corner, nursing a warm beer, when Hyunjin, already tipsy, waltzed over, and declared you “the hottest grump he’d ever seen.” You’d scoffed at him, but in less than ten minutes, you had somehow ended up making out in his room upstairs.
One thing led to another, and now you were in this absurd, hilarious mess called, friends with benefits.
---
Hyunjin: You left your glasses on my nightstand. I can bring it over
You: Bring it to class tomorrow
Hyunjin: I’m keeping them hostage.
You: Hyunjin 🙄
Hyunjin: Sleepover tomorrow? I’ll make pancakes.
You: Maybe. But only for the pancakes.
Hyunjin: Liar. You want my pancakes and you know what.
Hyunjin: Night, Nerd Queen 😘
You: Night, Hwang.
---
You smiled at your phone, heart doing that stupid flip again. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this. You two were friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. But every time you were with him, you fell for his stupid smile and his childish self way harder than you liked to admit.
It was a Friday night, and you were curled up in your dorm, binge-watching a new series, when your phone started buzzing.
Hyunjin's frat was organizing a party, and he was probably charming the socks off everyone with his stupidly perfect face. You were trying to stay strong - no running to him tonight - because if you kept giving in to his every whim, he would surely figure out that you were completely, pathetically in love with his dramatic ass.
And that was a secret you kept locked in a vault.
But Hyunjin? He wasn't making it easy. Your phone lit up again, and you caved, glancing at the screen.
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Hyunjin: Babbyyyyyy where are you 😭 This party sucks without you!
Hyunjin: Seriously, come over. I miss your face.
You: You’re drunk, aren’t you? I’m staying in. Go flirt with your bros.
Hyunjin: Drunk? Me? Pshh. Ok maybe a lil. But I only wanna flirt with youuuu.
Hyunjin: Come over, I’m lonely.
You: Lonely? Go cuddle Felix.
Hyunjin: Felix doesn’t moan like u do.
You: Nope. I’m in my PJs, and I'm comfy. You’re on your own tonight.
Hyunjin: I'm coming to you then. Can't escape me.
You: Hyunjin, no. Stay at your party. You’re too drunk to walk across campus.
Hyunjin: Too late. I'm on my way. Gonna cuddle you so hard you forget ur own name. 😤
You: Oh my god.
Hyunjin: I'm gonna climb into your bed and never leave.
You: I’m locking my door.
Hyunjin: You won't. You love me too much. 😘 Be there in 10. Wear that sweater I like.
---
You groaned, tossing your phone onto your bed. You should lock your door, but you don’t. Instead, you fix your hair, pull on that oversized sweater (the one he liked, because apparently you’re weak). Your heart did that stupid fluttery thing again, and you hated it. You were supposed to be the cool, studious introvert. But here you were.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it, and there he was, looking like a dishevelled Greek god. His short hair and forehead glistening with sweat, his cheeks flushed, and his leather jacket slipping off one shoulder.
He gave you a sunny smile, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.
“My girl!” he slurred, stumbling forward and wrapping you in a sloppy hug. He smelled like beer and his cologne, and it was so unfairly intoxicating. “Told ya I’d come. Missed you so much.”
“You’re so drunk, Jinnie,” you said, but you were smiling as you guided him inside, shutting the door. “How did you even make it across campus without falling into a bush?”
“Love,” he declared dramatically, flopping onto your bed. “Love gave me wings.”
He patted the bed, saying “C’mere, nerd. I need cuddles.”
Then he decided that he couldn't wait, and grabbed your wrist, tugging you down next to him. You landed with a squeak, and he immediately buried his face in your neck, nuzzling like a needy puppy.
“Fuck, you smell so good. Like… home and sexy books.”
“Sexy books?” You laughed, pushing at his chest, but he’s clinging to you like a koala. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” he mumbled. “God, I love you.”
He's drunk, you remind yourself. He doesn’t mean it. But your poor heart wished that he did. Meanwhile, his hands slid under your sweater, and you yelped as his cold fingers grazed you stomach to move up and cup your breasts.
“Hyunjin! Your hands are freezing!”
“Then warm me up,” he whined, and before you could stop him, he was crawling under your sweater, tugging it up and burrowing into it. “Lemme in, it’s cozy in there.”
“Oh my god, you won't fit under my sweater!” you laughed.
He was wiggling, his head and shoulders all the way under the fabric.
“You’re gonna rip it!” you squealed, but he just hummed, pressing his face into the space between your breasts.
“Worth it,” he mumbled, voice muffled. “Wanna live here forever. You’re so soft. And warm.”
You were dying, torn between shoving him off and melting at how stupidly cute he was. He was still trying to fit into your sweater, but finally gave up with a huff and whine and said, “Fine.”
And then settled for wrapping his entire body around you instead. He threw a leg over yours, arms squeezing you tight, face buried in your chest (half submerged in your sweater).
“This’ll do. For now.” he said, and you hummed, stroking his back.
“You’re such a baby,” you said, and you both remained silent as his breathing slowed and you thought he was falling asleep. But then he murmured, “Love you…so fucking much. You’re my everything.”
Your heart stopped. You froze, hand still on his back, waiting for him to laugh it off or say something dumb. But he just snuggled closer, sighing like he was finally at peace. You swallowed hard, emotions bubbling up.
You loved him too. His childish giggles, his unhinged texts - but saying it felt too big, too scary. So you just hold him, letting the moment linger.
“Sleep, you idiot,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head (poking out through the neckline of your sweater). He hummed, already half-gone, and soon he was snoring softly, clinging to you like you’re his lifeline.
---
Hubby: Morning, wifey 😘 You're so cute when you sleep. Didn't wanna wanna wake you up. Let's go get some breakfast?
You: WIFEY? You changed your contact name to HUBBY? Hyunjin, I’m going to murder you.
Hubby: Murder your husband? Harsh, babe.
You: You’re not my husband. You’re a silly boy who needs to stop stealing my phone.
Hubby: I don’t have to steal anything. You're mine. Your phone’s mine. Deal with it, nerd.
You: You're delusional.
Hubby: Call it what you want
Hubby: Now come gimme a kiss, I’m dying😩
---
You rolled your eyes, yet you were grinning like an idiot before kicking your feet and squealing into your pillow.
---
Later that day, you were in the library, trying to study, but Hyunjin had other plans.
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Hubby: Wifey, I’m lonely 😢 Lets study together.
You: Stop calling me that. And I’m not falling for your tricks. I’m studying.
Hubby: Tricks? Don't be so mean my love
You: I’m muting you.
Hubby: You can’t mute your soulmate. Be real fir once, you can't resist me.
You: You're so full of yourself.
Hubby: Come over and you'll be full of me too 😉
You: Omg HYUNJIN.
Hubby: Lmao you're so easy to rile up. Ok, I’ll be good. Love u, wifey.
---
You bit your lip, trying not to smile. He was so stupidly endearing, and you hated how much you loved it. You were about to reply when a shadow fell over your table. You looked up, and there stood Hyunjin, holding a coffee and grinning.
“Surprise, wifey!” he said, loud enough for it to echo through the library. He slid into the seat across from you, completely ignoring everyone’s glares. “Coffee for my love.”
“You’re not my husband,” you hissed, but you took the coffee. “And how are you even here? Don’t you have class?”
“Nope,” he said, leaning forward, chin in his hands. “Had to see you. I knew you'd be wearing those glasses and looking so cute…makes me wanna bend you over this table.”
Your jaw dropped, and you kicked him under the table. “Hyunjin! We’re in a library!”
He laughed, unbothered, and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.
“Can’t help it.”
You snatched your hand back, face burning.
“You’re insane. Go away before I get kicked out.”
“Nope,” he said again, scooting closer until his knee brushed yours. “I’m staying. Gotta protect my wife from nerdy predators.”
He winked, and you were so torn, because you wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe this was real. But this whole thing started off on sex. And you were worried that he'd get bored and he'd get over you.
You tried to focus on your notes, but Hyunjin was making it absolutely impossible - humming softly, doodling “Mr. & Mrs. Hwang” in your notebook. You give him a glare and yanked your book away, ruining the cute doodle he was working on.
He gave you a pouty look, and you narrowed your eyes at him. The usual Hyunjin would whine or tackle you into a hug. But he did none of that. Instead he stood up, putting your pen down as he held your gaze, and then just walked away.
You watched him disappear, and for the first time ever, you were terrified.
It has been three days since the library incident, and you’re losing your mind. No “wifey,” no texts about bending you over a library table.
Nothing. Just… silence. The worst part? You missed it. You missed his childish whining, his needy cuddles, his sweet face. You tried to play it cool, but by day four, you were a mess.
You had just finished class and were walking towards the campus cafe, when you spotted him. Hyunjin. Reading. You did a double take, nearly spilling your drink. Since when did Hwang Hyunjin, read a book that thick? He was sitting under a tree, leaning against the trunk, looking so soft in his hoodie and glasses (glasses?!). Your heart squeezed, but you were also annoyed.
You marched over, plopping down next to him. He glanced up, one eyebrow raised, and went back to his book. No grin, no nothing. Just a cool, “Hey.”
“Hey?” you repeated, incredulous. “That’s it? Why are you ignoring me?”
He closed his book, looking at you with a neutral expression that was so unlike him it was creepy.
“I’m not ignoring you. I’m just… reading.”
“Reading?” You narrowed your eyes. “You haven’t spoken to me in days. What’s your deal?”
He shrugged, and said, “Figured you were sick of my ‘needy bullshit.’ You kept telling me to stop, so I stopped.”
You blinked, caught completely off guard. He was being… serious?
“I didn’t mean stop everything. You’re acting like we’re strangers.” you snapped.
“I’m giving you space,” he said, his voice is tight. “You said I was too much. So, here’s not-too-much Hyunjin. Happy?”
Happy? You were miserable. But he was staring at you, all sulky and gorgeous, and you realized that he was on strike. No kisses, no touching, no sex. He was punishing you for resisting, and oh, it was working.
“You’re pouting,” you said, poking his cheek.
He swatted your hand away, but there was a flicker of his usual playfulness.
“Am not,” he muttered, turning back to his book. “Go study or whatever. I’m fine.”
You stared, heart twisting. He was hurt, and you did this. You pushed him away, and now he has dialled it back to zero. But you weren't letting him win this. You needed your Hyunjin back, drama and all.
You couldn't take another day of this cold-shoulder nonsense. You mustered the courage for what you were about to do, and walked to the frat house. Ignoring the party raging downstairs, you headed straight for Hyunjin’s room. You didn't knock - you just barged in, and there he was, at his desk, sketching. He was in a loose tank top, hair messy, pencil moving with that focused intensity that made him look so unfairly hot. He glanced up, startled, then leaned back, crossing his arms.
“Ever heard of knocking?” he asked, but there was a spark in his eyes, like he'd been waiting for you.
“Nope,” you said, shutting the door. “We need to talk.”
He raised an eyebrow, playing it cool, but that pout’s still there, lingering. “Talk then. I’m listening.”
You took a deep breath, heart pounding. You’ve been resisting him for months, pretending you were not in love with him. But you were done fighting. You reached into your pocket and pull out the ring pop you had bought on a whim at the campus store - a cheap plastic band with a strawberry-flavored candy “diamond.” It was ridiculous, but you were desperate.
“Hyunjin,” you said, stepping closer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away. I was scared. Because I have wanted more for a while now. I don't want to be someone you sleep with. I wanna be more. I miss you. I miss being your wifey. I miss you so damn much.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything, so you kept going, holding up the candy ring.
“You wanna be my husband? Fine. Here’s your ring. Marry me, you idiot.”
For a second, he just stared, and you felt like you'd broken him. Then his face blooms - eyes sparkling, cheeks flushing, grin so wide it could overshadow the sun. He looked so happy, so Hyunjin, it was like the room got brighter.
“Wifey,” he breathed, voice shaking. “You’re proposing? With a candy ring? Fuck, that’s so cute. I think I'm gonna cry.”
“Please don’t cry,” you said, but you’re grinning too, heart racing. “Just say yes so I can stop feeling like an idiot.”
“Yes yes yes,” he said, jumping up and grabbing your face, kissing you so hard you stumbled back. His lips were soft and desperate, and you kissed him back, hands tangling in his hair, and it was like the world snapped back into place. He was yours, drama and all, and you were his.
The kiss deepened, all tongue and heat, and you were both gasping, pulling at each other like you’ve been starved. He lifted you onto his desk, knocking over his pencils and sketchbooks, and you laughed against his mouth.
“Careful, Hubby,” you teased, and he groaned, kissing you harder.
“Say it again,” he murmured, hands sliding under your shirt, warm and needy. “Please.”
“Hubby,” you whispered and he practically whimpered, pressing himself closer, lips trailing down your neck. You made out for what felt like hours, all sloppy kisses and wandering hands, until your lips were swollen and your hearts pounding.
Finally, you pulled back, both of you panting. He had the candy ring on his finger, and he looked so genuinely happy and excited.
“I love you so much,” he said, holding up his hand to admire the ring. “Strawberry’s my favorite.”
“You’re such a dork,” you mumbled, but you were beaming, because he’s your dork. “I love you, Jinnie.”
---
Hubby: My heart’s gonna explode.
You: You survived the strike, you’ll live.
Hubby: Never. You looked so hot with that ring, though. Oh fuck, I'm hard again.
You: HYUNJIN. Behave for five seconds.
Hubby: Can’t. I’m married to the hottest nerd ever. I’m gonna kiss you forever.
You: I love you baby
Hubby: Fuck, I love you. My wifey. My nerdy goddess. I’m never shutting up again, you know that, right?
You: Good. I missed your dramatic ass.
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may this love find me (it did)
