NCT127 reaction to you telling them you’re a virgin
Warnings: light smut, make out, some fluff
It’s a boring Sunday afternoon, and for once, Taeyong has the day off. You two decided you would only leave the bed for food and bathroom breaks. It had been his idea, and you immediately agreed since you both hadn’t been able to spend much time together lately. You and Taeyong haven’t been together for long — just a month, to be exact. That made it even more special for you to have him all to yourself for an entire day and hide away at home.
So it happens that at 4 PM, you’re still lying in bed. His head rests in your lap as he scrolls through his phone while you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. Eventually, he closes his eyes and sighs,
“This is nice. Maybe you should apply to work at SM as staff so I can take you on tour with me,” he suggests with a smile.
You giggle. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He absentmindedly nods. “I’d love it. I’d have you around every day,” he murmurs, wiggling his eyebrows.
“And at night, when everyone’s asleep, I’ll sneak into your room.”
You smile briefly but then grow thoughtful.
“And what would we do in my room?” you ask.
He opens one eye and tilts his head slightly.
“Well, this. You’d run your fingers through my hair.”
“Oh, so that’s why you want me to come along? To be your personal masseur?” you laugh mockingly, making him grin widely.
“I’d make sure to return the favor,” he promises, reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles.
You tilt your head slightly, watching him as he intertwines his fingers with yours and squeezes them gently. Your relationship was amazing in every way — except for one thing. Taeyong had never mentioned it, but you were aware of the way he looked at you when you changed after a shower or lay by the pool in a bikini. You noticed his glances but always pretended not to. He never brought it up or tried to go further than kissing or making out on the couch. You were grateful for that, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that a conversation about it was coming soon.
It’s not that you didn’t want to — Taeyong looked incredible, and there were moments you could barely hold yourself back from jumping him. It was more the fact that you had no experience at all that made you hesitant.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Taeyong says, pulling you out of your daze, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You chuckle softly and run your fingers through your hair.
“What’s wrong?” he asks curiously, turning his head toward you.
You chew on your lower lip, searching for the right words.
“I-I know it might seem like I’m making you wait on purpose, but I’m not,” you suddenly say, making him frown slightly
“Tae… I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you or anything… that’s not why we haven’t gone further yet,” you explain.
He sits up, looking at you confused.
“What is this? Are you trying to justify yourself?” he asks with a small smile.
“It’s more like… I just want to explain so you don’t think badly of me,” you confess, feeling guilty.
He laughs and kisses you gently.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he assures you.
“Listen, you’re the hottest woman in the entire world to me, but that’s not why I’m with you. I don’t care when we take the next step — I just don’t want you to feel pressured into anything,” he says, placing his hand on your cheek.
You chew on your lip again and clear your throat before looking into his eyes.
“I, um… I’m still a virgin,” you say quietly.
He looks at you for a moment and then chuckles.
“That means I really have zero experience… What if I’m terrible?” you ask, insecure.
He sighs briefly and kisses you again.
“I doubt that. You drive me crazy just by tossing your hair back. I’m more worried about being terrible myself,” he laughs.
You roll your eyes and playfully nudge him.
“The fact that you’re a virgin doesn’t change anything for me — if anything, honestly, it’s kinda sexy,” he admits, grinning.
You laugh and kiss him tenderly.
“We’ll figure it out — but only when you’re really ready, okay?” he asks seriously, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Okay,” you confirm with a big smile.
It’s your fourth date. The first three were spent at the movies, going for a walk, and visiting a museum followed by coffee. At the end of your second date, you had gathered your courage and kissed him for the first time. Since then, not a minute had gone by without the two of you texting, calling, or sending each other funny videos and pictures.
Tonight, however, he had invited you over to his place — the first time you’d ever been to his apartment. He cooked for you and had clearly put in a lot of effort. You hadn’t missed how his hand trembled slightly when he poured you some more wine or helped you take off your coat. By now, though, he had relaxed, and the two of you had been laughing, chatting about everything and nothing, and joking around.
It was getting late as you both started clearing the table and loading the dishwasher.
“You have surprisingly few plates,” you remarked as you peeked into one of his cabinets.
“I know. A lot of them didn’t survive,” he snorted in mock frustration while rinsing the frying pan.
You closed the cabinet door and watched him for a moment. He was standing with his back to you at the sink, and you observed the way his shoulders moved. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his muscles flexed now and then as he handled the heavy pan. He looked incredibly good, and you felt a sudden urge to touch him.
You walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He looked at you surprised, then smiled broadly.
“As a thank you—for the meal,” you replied with a smile of your own.
He set the pan down and dried his hands with a towel before turning to face you.
“Then I guess I should cook more often,” he said and took your hand.
“I can bring a plate each time, so eventually you’ll have enough,” you suggested, making him roll his eyes with a grin.
“If that means you’ll come over more often, I’m all for it,” he said softly, raising one corner of his mouth before gently placing a finger under your chin so you’d look at him.
You smiled faintly and leaned up to press your lips against his. He leaned in, placing his hands on your hips while yours cupped his face. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and you sighed quietly. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck while the other settled on your waist, pulling you closer.
You hesitantly pulled back and gave him a quick smile.
“M-Maybe we could sit on the couch? It’s more comfortable,” you suggested quietly.
He grinned and nodded before taking your hand and leading you to the couch. But you turned him around so you could sit down first, pulling him down with you. He looked at you intently before connecting your lips again and settling between your legs. You ran your fingers through his hair as he began kissing your neck, his hands exploring your body.
You closed your eyes, trying to relax, but when his hand moved between your legs and started sliding up your thigh, your body tensed up. You placed your hand over his.
“Everything okay?” he asked, lifting his head with concern.
You bit your lip and sighed.
“Sorry,” you murmured, frustrated by your own reaction.
“Did I do something wrong? Am I going too fast?”
“No, no, not at all,” you quickly said, brushing your hand along his cheek.
Still, he looked unsure, and you cleared your throat, straightening up a little so you could meet his gaze.
“I, um… I’ve just never done this before,” you admitted shyly.
“Sex?” he asked, surprised.
You nodded slowly, looking at him nervously.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, clearly surprised.
“It just never came up… is that bad?”
“Of course not,” he said quickly with a small smile, giving you a short kiss.
“But if I’d known, I don’t know… I probably would’ve approached things differently,” he admitted, a little awkward.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t even know why I just blurted it out,” you murmured quietly.
He gave you a soft smile and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I’m glad you told me,” he said warmly. “And I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, ever. Promise.”
You laughed quietly and nodded.
“I know,” you said, and kissed him.
You looked at each other for a moment before you cleared your throat.
“I should probably go now.”
“Or… you could stay,” he suggested. “We could watch a movie, talk, I’ve even got coffee.”
You smiled widely and nodded.
Well, so much for the picnic,”
Jaehyun sighed after closing the car door, while the rain pounded heavily against the outside. You had planned a beautiful picnic by the lake, everything was perfectly prepared — but the weather had other plans. It had started off nicely: you managed to lay out the blanket and sit down, but just as you began eating, the sky darkened and the first shower came down. You barely made it back to the car with your things.
Your hair and clothes were soaked, and the car seats immediately absorbed the rainwater.
“Damn it,” Jaehyun muttered under his breath, staring out the window.
You pushed your wet hair back and shrugged.
“Oh well,” you said, laughing, and reached for the basket of food.
“Guess it’s going to be a car picnic instead,” you suggested, handing him a sandwich.
He looked skeptically at your hand for a moment before laughing and shrugging as well.
“Fine by me,” he chuckled and took the sandwich from you.
A little while later, you had your legs draped across his lap, and you had already eaten most of the food. Absentmindedly, his hand started to trace lazy patterns along your legs. His gaze rested on you, and when you looked up, your eyes met his. He gave you a wide smile.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have mayonnaise on my face?” you asked, starting to wipe your face frantically.
“Now that you mention it…” he said, pulling your legs further over his lap, bringing your upper body closer to him.
You startled a little but laughed as he looked at you proudly.
“You really do have some mayonnaise,” he teased, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth.
He paused, studying you for a second, before saying, “Hmm, nope, there’s still something left,” and kissed you again — this time fully on the lips, gently stroking your cheek. You kissed him back but then pulled away.
“Don’t do that,” you whined playfully, giving him a little shove in the side.
He laughed and tilted his head.
“What’s wrong? Does it make you nervous?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“No, but it ruins the mood,” you said, laughing but trying to stay serious.
He gasped in mock offense and frowned.
“Wow, how am I ruining the mood?”
“We were having such a nice picnic in the car,” you grinned.
“Exactly. It’s raining outside, we’ve got food, and I’m stuck in a small space with a beautiful woman,” he said dramatically.
“All that’s missing is some music and candles to make it properly romantic,” you added sarcastically.
He sat up a little straighter.
“I don’t have candles, but I do have music,” he said proudly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening Spotify.
He played a chill playlist and set the phone down on the driver’s seat. Then he relaxed back so that your legs rested fully across his lap, making it easy for him to lean over you.
“Just so you know, I think this is very romantic,” he informed you, bumping his nose against yours.
You smiled softly and traced his lips with your fingertips before kissing him tenderly. His hand slid up your thigh and you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes nervously. He smiled warmly at you, and for a moment, your nervousness faded — until he leaned down to nibble gently at your earlobe and trailed kisses along your neck.
“Jaehyun,” you breathed, threading a hand into his hair.
“Mhm?” he hummed against your skin, continuing his kisses.
“I’m still a virgin,” you confessed, feeling him freeze mid-movement.
He lifted his head and looked at you, surprised.
You nodded quickly, feeling nervous under his gaze. His silence made your heart race.
“We don’t have to continue, you know? We can stop,” he offered gently, stroking your stomach.
“But you want to keep going,” you said skeptically.
He let out a small laugh.
“Of course I’d love to keep going, but I would never force you into anything you’re not ready for,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You sat up and played with a strand of his hair.
“That’s not it. I do want to keep going… I just thought you should know,” you murmured shyly.
He looked at you in surprise.
“So you want to… you know.”
“Yes, Jaehyun. I want you to be my first.”
His cheeks flushed red, and he scratched the back of his neck.
“Aww, am I making you nervous now?” you teased, quoting him from earlier and giving him a cheeky grin.
“I just want it to be special for you,” he pouted.
“I’m ready, okay? I trust you, and I’m 100% sure I want this,” you assured him, kissing his cheek.
“Are you really sure?” he asked one last time.
“Really sure,” you confirmed, smiling brightly.
He grinned widely and gently pushed you back down onto the seat, positioning himself over you.
You’re sitting next to each other on the couch. You’re watching a movie while Mark is on his phone. Over the course of a year, the two of you had become very close friends — you could talk about anything. Mark knew everything about your love life, and you knew everything about his.
He also knew that you had recently been dumped by your boyfriend and that he was the only guy you could currently stand to be around. It already helped just having him sitting next to you on the couch, even if he was just scrolling through his phone. You always enjoyed his presence, even during the quiet moments when you weren’t talking or goofing around.
You sat on your side of the couch, chewing on a pretzel stick, your eyes on the TV — though your mind kept wandering.
You hadn’t gotten very far physically with your ex; you never had sex, which would have been your first time. You had been excited because sex was something that sparked your curiosity, something you really wanted to experience. All the more angry you were when your ex ended up sleeping with a coworker.
Since then, a frustration had been building inside you, one you couldn’t even put into words.
You had reached a point where you just wanted to get it over with — for the experience. But not with just anyone. You wanted it to be someone you trusted, someone you liked, and who knew you well.
Your gaze stopped on your friend Mark, who was resting his head on one hand while scrolling through TikTok.
“Mark,” you said slowly, raising an eyebrow.
“Hm?” he replied, turning his head slightly but keeping his eyes on his screen.
“Would you sleep with me?” you asked boldly.
He glanced at you, let out a short laugh, and shook his head before turning back to his phone.
When you stayed silent and kept looking at him, he froze and furrowed his brow.
“Wait, what?” he asked, blinking in confusion.
“You think I’m attractive, right?” you pressed on.
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw you checking out my boobs when I bent over,” you said casually.
“Okay, hey, I — uh — what is happening right now?” he stammered, finally putting his phone aside.
You sighed and turned off the TV.
“You know I’m still a virgin… and honestly, I’m so over it. I want to finally have sex, but I don’t feel like starting a whole new relationship just for that.”
“Then download Tinder or something,” he muttered.
“I want to do it with someone I trust. Someone who knows me and actually likes me. I’ve had so many bad experiences with guys that I don’t want to leave my first time up to chance,” you explained.
Mark stared at you for a moment before pulling a skeptical face.
“Mark,” you said, rolling your eyes in frustration.
“Do I need to show you my boobs to prove I’m serious? Because I’ll do it,” you threatened, tugging at your T-shirt.
“No!” he yelped, quickly pushing your shirt back down.
“I-I’m just trying to wrap my head around this. You want to have your first time with me? But you have other guy friends too.”
“I don’t trust any of them like I trust you. Plus, you’re cute,” you teased with a grin.
He blushed slightly and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“So… what do you say?” you tried again, nudging him gently in the side.
He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully and took a deep breath, glancing around.
“So what then… here and now? Or how do you imagine this?” he asked.
“I don’t know. You’re the more experienced one,” you shrugged.
He chuckled at your honesty and smiled briefly. Then he stood up and reached for your hand.
“Just because I’m more experienced doesn’t mean I’m good at it. But maybe we should at least move to the bedroom,” he suggested.
You smiled too, but then he looked at you seriously.
“I just need to know this is really what you want,” he said, squeezing your hand firmly.
“I want this. I really do,” you confirmed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
He looked surprised and froze for a second, then shook himself out of it and nodded.
You barely made it into the hallway before Johnny slammed the door shut behind him and pressed you up against the wall. You kissed him feverishly, your hands running through his hair, while his clung tightly to your waist, tracing your skin and giving you playful squeezes.
You had met at Mark’s party, had a few too many drinks, and after an hour of intense conversation, decided to leave and get to know each other better.
“I have no idea where I’m going,” he mumbled against your lips with a grin, and you realized that you were at your place — he didn’t know the layout.
You giggled softly before grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind you.
In your bedroom, you started taking off your jacket, but he beat you to it, practically yanking it off.
You stumbled a little and laughed, but he quickly caught you, laughing along before taking off his blazer as well.
You let yourself fall backward onto the bed, and he followed without hesitation, pinning your hands above your head and pressing hot kisses against your neck.
You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to free your hands from his grip — but he was too strong.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he panted against your skin before kissing you deeply again.
You smiled briefly and arched your chest up so he could reach the zipper of your dress.
When he pulled the top half down, he sat back for a second, shaped his fingers like a camera, and said,
“Shut up,” you laughed, pulling him back down toward you.
But he pulled away again, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. When you finally felt his skin against yours, heat flooded through your body, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He ground his hips against your pelvis, and you bit your lip to stifle a sound.
Satisfied, he grinned and let his hand rest against your neck, stroking your skin with his fingertips.
He kissed you once more and then looked at you, asking,
“Do you have condoms here?”
Your face fell at the question, and with growing horror, you realized you didn’t have any.
You were still a virgin and definitely hadn’t been prepared for tonight. You were on the pill, but you had only just started taking it about a week ago, and you weren’t even sure how reliable it was yet.
“Uh…” you began awkwardly, and he glanced down at himself.
“I’m clean, so if you’re on the pill—”
“I-I’ve only been on the pill for about a week,” you stammered, flustered.
He grew more alert, raising an eyebrow.
“But you’ve done this before, right?”
You searched for the right words, but your face already gave you away.
“Oh,” Johnny said, surprised, and moved away from you.
“So what? I’m still a virgin. Are you seriously going to tell me that’s a problem?” you snapped, frustrated by his reaction, feeling stupid.
Johnny knelt in front of you and ran his hand through his hair.
“I honestly can’t do this,” he admitted.
“Seriously? You do realize that it’s completely my choice when I want to lose my virginity, right? And it’s none of your business why I waited. But fine, if it makes you that uncomfortable or embarrassed that I’m still a virgin — whatever. Leave,” you said sharply, pulling your dress back up.
He sighed and tilted his head.
“It’s not embarrassing that you’re a virgin,” he explained calmly.
“But your first time shouldn’t be a one-night stand… and definitely not while drunk.”
“I’m not even drunk,” you protested, offended.
He gave you a gentle shove, and you wobbled slightly.
“Stop it,” you hissed at him but sank back into the pillows with a huff.
“Great,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head in annoyance.
Johnny chuckled softly and leaned over you again to kiss you gently.
“I think it’s cool that you’re still a virgin. But I’m not the right guy for your first time — not under these circumstances,” he explained.
You tried to hide your disappointment and shrugged.
“Fine. Are you going to call yourself a cab then?”
He stood up and started pulling his clothes back on.
As he saw you sitting there on the bed, he gave you a crooked smile and grabbed a pen from your desk.
“Give me your hand,” he said.
You hesitated but then reached out to him. He scribbled something down for a moment.
“That’s my number. If you’re sober and still think this is a good idea, call me,” he offered with a warm smile.
You looked down at the messy numbers on your hand and cleared your throat.
“I’m not promising anything.”
“I know,” he said with a wink before leaving your bedroom.
This feels so good,” you sigh dreamily as you sit at the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the water.
Jungwoo sits beside you, his legs also submerged, enjoying the calm and the coolness of the water.
The two of you had snuck into the outdoor pool after closing hours to cool off on such a hot day.
You watch your toes wiggle under the surface, then an idea strikes you. You pull your legs out of the water and stand up.
“What are you doing?” Jungwoo asks curiously.
“This isn’t enough for me,” you grin, pulling your T-shirt over your head.
He watches you with wide eyes as you strip down to just your bra and panties, hands resting on your hips.
“What if we get caught? We won’t exactly be able to just run away,” he says, sounding thoughtful — though his attention is completely fixed on you.
You pause for a second, then shrug before reaching behind your back to undo your bra.
You toss it at him with a mischievous grin.
Jungwoo laughs briefly, clearly not believing what he’s seeing, as you step out of your panties and jump into the water.
When you resurface, you shoot him a challenging look, wiggling your eyebrows.
He watches you for a moment, then grins and slowly gets up, starting to strip off his clothes.
Just as he’s about to jump in, you call out to him.
“Didn’t you forget something?”
He glances down at himself and notices he’s still wearing his boxers.
“Equal rights for everyone,” you tease, splashing a little water in his direction.
Jungwoo blushes slightly, fingers hesitating at the waistband before he takes a deep breath and pulls them down as well.
You can’t help but sneak a glance, grinning triumphantly as he finally jumps into the water and swims over to you.
You feel his hands at your waist as he surfaces, running a hand through his wet hair.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he pulls you into his lap.
“If I end up naked in jail because of you, I swear I’m going to kill you,” he laughs softly before you kiss him, your fingers threading through his damp hair.
Jungwoo gently pushes you backward until your back meets the edge of the pool.
You gasp for air briefly before pulling him into another passionate kiss. His arms are locked around your legs, holding you tightly against him.
When you pull away to catch your breath, he kisses along your neck, his fingers gliding over your skin.
You bite your lip and let out a soft moan, moving your hips against his, feeling him slowly harden.
“Jungwoo,” you breathe, your fingers trailing down his back.
He growls softly at the sensation of your nails and playfully bites your skin.
“Jungwoo,” you say again, more insistently this time.
The water ripples around you as you cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.
“I— I want this… I want you… but I’m still a virgin,” you confess.
He looks at you, surprised, but says nothing for a moment.
Instead, he gently strokes your thighs, his expression unsure.
“And you’re sure you want this? Here?” he asks, concerned.
You smile brightly and kiss him quickly.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I really, really want this,” you whisper.
“But wouldn’t it be nicer—” he begins, but you cut him off with another kiss.
“It’s perfect. Honestly. I couldn’t imagine a better moment — or anyone I’d rather experience this with,” you tell him softly.
He looks at you for another moment, then brushes a wet strand of hair from your face and kisses you deeply.
He lifts you slightly, pressing you even closer to him, and you gasp softly as he mutters a quiet curse under his breath
The sun was slowly setting as you and Yuta settled on the rooftop with a few blankets, a bottle of wine, and some food to enjoy the view.
It had been your idea — Yuta had had a long, exhausting day, and you wanted him to relax. You knew how hard he worked and thought he deserved some peace and quiet at your place.
The sky was already glowing red as you rested your head against his shoulder, absentmindedly tracing your fingers along his arm.
“This is nice,” you sighed.
When you didn’t get a response, you turned your head toward him.
When you carefully lifted your head, you discovered your boyfriend had fallen asleep.
You chuckled softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, which woke him up.
He frowned in confusion for a second, but the moment he opened his eyes and saw you, he smiled warmly.
“Should we go back inside? You should get some real sleep,” you suggested, starting to get up, but he pulled you back down against him.
“No, five more minutes,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your head to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.
He smelled incredible — that perfect, natural scent he always had without needing any cologne.
You inhaled deeply and kissed his collarbone softly.
“Oh, thanks,” he teased, grinning mischievously, and you pinched his arm.
“It’s unfair how good you smell naturally,” you mumbled against his shirt.
“Really? I think it’s pretty practical,” he said with a smug tone.
You rolled your eyes but kissed his collarbone again.
“How is that even possible? You come straight from training, eat greasy food, hang out with a bunch of guys, and you still smell heavenly,” you said in disbelief, sitting up slightly to look at him.
“It’s the testosterone. Drives women crazy,” he grinned cheekily.
“I hope you’re only talking about one woman,” you warned him playfully.
“Of course,” he laughed, kissing you sweetly.
You smiled into the kiss, then stood up briefly, making him look at you in confusion.
But you simply sat down in his lap, kissing him again — this time with more passion.
He seemed a little surprised but quickly pulled you tightly against him as you kissed along his neck, his hand slipping into your hair.
“What are you doing?” he asked quietly, his voice already a little rough.
“I can’t help it,” you whispered back, sliding your fingers under his shirt.
Goosebumps spread across his skin, and he closed his eyes briefly before leaning into you so your chest was pressed against his.
“You better control yourself. You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered with a crooked smile.
You returned his smile and raised an eyebrow.
He looked slightly startled, and you took his hands in yours, squeezing them tightly.
“There’s something you don’t know about me,” you admitted softly, making him look at you with concern.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, alarmed, his heartbeat speeding up.
“I’m a virgin,” you blurted out, feeling embarrassed.
He stared at you silently for a few seconds before leaning back a little to look you over.
You nodded, swallowing hard.
“Is… is that a problem for you?” you asked nervously.
He laughed and shook his head.
“To be honest…” he began, placing his hands firmly on your thighs.
You gasped in surprise at his strong grip, instinctively pressing your chest against him.
“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever told me,” he added with a mischievous waggle of his eyebrows.
“Really?” you asked, shocked.
“Absolutely. And if you’re really sure you want to do this… I’m definitely not going to say no.
But I need you to be sure,” he warned you, brushing your cheek gently.
You thought for a moment, looked around, and bit your lip.
“Let’s stay up here,” you said.
You giggled, pulling your top over your head and tossing it at him.
“It’s supposed to be special, right?” you said with a wicked grin.
The party had been over for about half an hour. It was four in the morning, and almost everyone was either passed out or had disappeared with their hookups.
Johnny had offered you his bed earlier, but once he met your friend, it was clear he’d be needing it himself.
So here you were, sitting on the couch with a glass of water in your hand, trying to counter your inevitable hangover while staring blankly ahead.
You weren’t exactly tired yet — just very drunk. Damn Johnny and his persuasive ways.
You heard a noise and looked up.
Haechan stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. When he saw you, he gave a small wave and a nod.
“Hey, where did you come from?” you asked, surprised.
“I fell asleep on the balcony chair. Nearly froze my ass off,” he said, rubbing his arms.
“You know if there’s a free room where no one’s having sex?” he asked hopefully.
“I don’t think so,” you grinned.
He sighed and glanced at your phone.
“Can I borrow your phone? I’ll call a cab.”
You looked around briefly and shifted on the couch.
“You can just take the couch. It’s too late to call a cab anyway.”
“No way, it’d be rude to kick you off,” he shook his head.
“I meant we could share the couch. You think I’m gonna sleep on the floor?” you asked, feigning offense.
“Shut up and sit down,” you grumbled.
He plopped down beside you and ran a hand through his hair.
“Honestly, I didn’t even know you were here,” you admitted with a laugh.
He grinned and pinched your side.
“With my friend in his bed… you know,” you said, smirking.
“Oh,” he said, surprised, glancing down the hallway.
“I thought he’d be hooking up with you,” he said casually.
“Oh, come on, I saw the way you were looking at him.”
“Oh god — we — no… just no. Johnny and I are good friends. That’s it. He’s really not my type,” you said quickly, scrunching up your nose.
Haechan scoffed, and although he reeked slightly of alcohol, he seemed more or less coherent.
“Can’t blame him though. Wish I hadn’t fallen asleep; maybe I’d be in a room right now too,” he sighed dramatically.
You rolled your eyes and patted his thigh.
“Poor guy,” you said sarcastically.
“Hey, you have no idea how rough it is,” he protested, biting his lip.
“I miss it — that physical closeness. There’s nothing better than feeling a woman’s warm body against yours, her soft skin under your hands while you explore her body, pressing her close, kissing her neck, feeling her melt under you, making her feel like she’s pure perfection. Even when you’re both sweating, bodies burning up… that feeling is indescribable,” he sighed.
Your breath caught in your throat.
Only now did you realize you hadn’t even blinked.
Haechan’s words echoed in your head, and your grip on your glass tightened.
The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing part of his chest, a few beads of sweat glistening on his skin.
You bit your lip, your breathing getting a little faster.
When Haechan waved his hand in front of your face, you snapped out of your trance.
“What?” you asked, startled.
“I said, are you okay?” he repeated, confused.
You stared at him for a while, took a sip of your water, and then set the glass on the coffee table.
You turned toward him, taking a deep breath.
“Do you want to have sex?”
“I mean, did you even listen to me? I can barely hold it together. I’m dying here,” he scoffed.
You mustered all your courage and cleared your throat.
“I mean with me. Do you want to have sex with me?”
“What?” he laughed, but when he saw the serious look on your face, his smile faded.
“The thing is, um… I don’t have much experience,” you admitted, your voice raspy, swallowing hard, “but everything you said earlier… it really got to me. And you were right. I want that too.”
He looked you up and down, thinking for a moment.
“Or am I that awful?” you asked, hurt, glancing down at yourself.
“No,” he said quickly, scratching the back of his head.
“Quite the opposite… it’s just — I have to ask, since we’ve been drinking — are you really sure you want this?” he asked uncertainly.
You nodded, shrugging slightly.
“So, are you just all talk, or can you actually back it up?” you teased him with a smirk.
He scoffed and raised an eyebrow.
“You tell me,” he said, pulling you roughly into his lap.
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