𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 - 𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘪
𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵!𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘹 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 : 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴/𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 (𝘮𝘥𝘯𝘪), 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦/𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯/𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 !
𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴 : 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘥.
𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 ! 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ
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“saturday. new year’s party. jake’s throwing it. be there or be square.” riki says, pushing the front door open to your house. he drops his keys on the counter, and takes the bag slung over his shoulder dropping it by the coat rack. his kicks
his shoes off into the corner before walking to where you laid on the couch, pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion and leaving it on the ground.
he quickly crawls over on the couch, pushing himself between your legs before taking your phone from your hand and dropping it on the floor. the bulge in his pants was stiff against your pelvis, leaving you no space to try and escape. “now strip.”
you looked at him in shock as he hovered over you, his chest rising and falling through the heavy heaving of his breath, his shoulders and neck slick from the sweat that fell, his muscles and veins prominent. his hair fell in his face, sticky to his clammy forehead, his shaky hands pushing the hair back, the strands becoming more wet as they slide through his fingers. his eyes were heavy on you, like if he had waited his whole life just to get his hands on you right in this moment.
“well hello to you too nishimura riki! my day was absolutely beautiful, i am so goddamned glad you asked! the weather was just phenomenal for a typical winter day, i was even able to take a walk to the post office to send off my mail. and it’s not even supposed to snow again for another week! can you believe it?” you speak thickly with sarcasm, crossing your arms and squinting your eyes at him.
riki groans and sucks his teeth, rolling his eyes and he throws his head back. “c’mon don’t be so hard-headed i need this right now.” he says. “and i need more context about this new year’s party. you can’t just walk in here and tell me
i’m going to a party and then try to fuck me, i need context you filthy animal.” you say.
“the spot is by 36th street. right on the corner of grand concourse.” riki says. “wait, jake is throwing a party on grand concourse? by 36th? that’s a very… flattering… area.” you say. “yeah i don’t know all the details. all i know is we have to be there. who doesn’t wanna party on new years?” riki asks.
“maybe i don’t wanna dress like a slut in this cold and go get drunk for what’s basically a day closer to the world ending.” you shrug. “bruh, just do it for jake. clearly you won’t do shit for me.” riki rolls his eyes.
“you stormed into my house and told me to strip. and you think you deserve some kind of reward for that?” you say, your tone and attitude shifting into a lower level, seducing him with intention. “you really think boys who don’t respect their women get what they want?”
riki furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head, not amused in the slightest. “i see what you’re doing, and it’s not gonna work.” he shakes his head. you shrug your shoulders with a small smirk. “i guess you’ll just have to cope with yourself then, yeah?” you say, leaning down and picking your phone off the floor and turning your attention back to the screen.
without ever turning to look at him, you slowly slide your inner leg out from between riki and the couch, slowly dragging your foot down his bare chest, skin sticking together from the sweat, and resting it right on his clothed, hard cock.
riki let’s out a shaky sigh as he watches your foot move down his half naked body, letting out a small hitched gasped as you landed it on his crotch. immediately his gaze swings back around to your face, desperate after seeing you not even looking at him as you tease him direly.
“‘m sorry.” he chokes out. “hm?” you hum, slowly turning your head to face him, taking your sweet time to remove your eyes from the screen to meet his. you feel riki’s hand move down to your foot, his hips bucking forward slightly as your leg applies slight pressure to the area. “i said i’m sorry. it won’t happen again i just- please. please, i’ve been like this all day and i just can’t get it on my own.” he continues. “can’t get what on your own?” you ask, faking your innocence and hoping to push a reaction out of him.
he rolls his eyes and turns his head away from you, his hand sliding from under his nose and down his folded lips. “hm?” you hum again, your outer leg locking around his hip, your inner leg sliding gently up and down his stiff cock, forcing a painfully needed friction through his jeans. “ah- mm, oh fuck..” he groans under his breath, rambling between quiet moans whimpers.
“use your words baby.” you say, tilting your head as you stare at him with those babydoll like eyes. you prop yourself up on your elbows, raising your right hand to caress his cheek.
“needa cum inside you..” he mumbles weekly, leaning his cheek more into your hand as he falls apart at your feet-literally.
“that’s all i needed to hear.” you smile. immediately you stand from where you’re body sits, dropping to your knees as riki adjusts himself on the couch to face you. you take the hair tie from your wrist, tying your hand back in a painfully slow motion, stringing along the anticipation as riki groans. his knee bounces at a quickened pace, his fingers fiddling with his belt as he seems you lean in.
with no time to waste, you find yourself unzipping the fly of his jeans, leaving kisses and little bite marks on the skin around his v line as you pull his denim and boxers down in such a tedious manner. his hands meet your hair as his cock springs free, hard and needy, the tip already leaking of pre-cum. “c’mon mama, i said sorry. don’t make me wait anymore.” he hummed, his eyebrows knitted together and the frown on his face so truly distressed. “you’re such a needy baby today.” you say, faking him a frown. “please..” he chokes out, his hand pushing your head closer to his forsaken cock.
finally, you give in, licking a long stripe from the bad to the tip, sliding the flat part of your tongue along the drooling pre-cum at his slit.
riki lets out a sigh of pleasure and relief, his hips twitching in response as you gently take as much of his length physically possible in your mouth. your hands roam across his chest and torso as your head slowly starts to bob back and fourth at a slow pace.
“shit, like that, mmyeah, just like that..” he moans out, his hand guiding your head as he throws his head back onto the couch. he brings his free hand to his forehead, pushing his hair back as he groans lowly.
you picked up the pace as you hear his noises continue to stir up in his chest, taking the shaft
into your hands, stroking it quickly as you leaves desperate kitten licks at the tip. his hips jerk up a bit as his grip in your hair tightens, each grasp and grip at your head forcing your ponytail to
come looser and looser. he lets out a quiet moan, his head circling over to the side, his eyes low and dark as his whining becomes a ramble.
“oh fuck, fuck that’s it, mmm, pleasepleaseplease-“ he moans out, seeing
you taking him fully back into your mouth, allowing him to control wherever he wanted you next. he bucks his hips forward as you bob your head downward, meeting your mouth at the halfway point mid-air with each thrust.
“‘m so close, please ‘m gonna cum..” he moans, his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over as your eyes start to water up. you gag and choke as he moves, in and out, in and out, over and over again, not letting up for even a second before pulling out from between your lips and releasing on your face.
you let your tongue fall out of your mouth as the sticky white liquid soaks your lips and chin for a moment. you want for a moment as riki’s arms raise, him dropping them over his eyes and forehead as he breathes heavily through the aftershock. you lean forward placing a kiss on his hip, your pink lipgloss leaving a light red stain right where his v-line start. he lifts his arms from his face, looking down at you as you move, seeing you then rest your head on his thigh. “so. do you want me on the counter, the bed, or should i just bend over the arm rest here?” you smile smugly.
all the meanwhile, evan eleven closed down for the night, leaving no one but jake to keep heeseung company in his old tarnished apartment after many hours of hard work. hard work being, selling chips to strangers every few hours, and heroine to crackheads every five minutes.
“so, the new years party is happening right up the street of grand concourse.” jake says wandering over from the living room into heeseung’s bedroom. his friend laid on the naked mattress, box spring creaking with every movement. heeseung drops his phone down next to him, pulling the fuzzy blue blanket upto his waist as he turns to lay on his side. his elbows sits up enough for his head to rest on it, facing jake. “grand concourse? what’s this, some kinda fancy mansion party to ring in the big 27?” heeseung asks.
“close! it’s actually a fancy condo party. some old guy said he’s got an open apartment next door to his own, and he owns the building. he said if i can make him some bread with this next party he’ll let me move in for free!” jake smiles, leaning against the doorway. “look at you jakey boy, getting your life together. and all it took was a dog.” heeseung smiles. “what can i say? she’s my girl.” jake says, looking back at the kitchen table.
layla sat in a chair in front of the table not too far in the distance. she sat with her tongue hanging from her mouth, paws on the table. the look in her eye was hearty and potent, staring at jake as if she was waiting for him to speed his way over and give her all the affection in the world. she loved him as much as he loved her.
“there’s not a single thought behind those eyes.” heeseung starts. “she gets it from her daddy.” he jokes. jake laughs rolling his eyes. “oh whatever.” he says.
“so, party’s saturday. i can supply up the next few days and get the kiddo to make some plays while i run door with security. then i’ll go in and we can switch.” heeseung starts, picking up his phone from the bed again and opening his messages. “absolutely not, niki is not standing at that door. what if… they… show up? no. bad
for business.” jake shakes his head. “well if they show up they’ll just get their heads blown off smooth, nothing too crazy. they know better then to come up to me. especially not about my boy, i catch bodies for my boy.” heeseung says. jake’s faces falls almost instantly, his heart starting to beat roughly. he knew how deeply heeseung felt for riki… and he also knew something he wasn’t supposed to.
“i think it would be better if you both just stay inside and let my security handle them if they pull up. i’m gonna make a ban list. it’ll be okay.” jake nods. “you gotta remember ikeu, this isn’t no regular spot in the ghetto. sure it’s in the hood but this is a decent condo, one you could possibly be living in if this goes well. i don’t think you should put your ass on the line over them.” heeseung says. “what if they pull up in ski’s and try to air shit out? security can’t catch them if they’re covered up. they don’t know them like we do.” he asks. “that’s why everyone’s getting pat down and scanned with the wand. no weapons allowed.” jake says.
“doesn’t bypass the ski masks jake.” heeseung says. “i’ll have sunghoon stay at the door until we close entry. he knows them like the back of his hand and can point them out from a mile away. he’ll be able to get them out while keeping his composure. it’ll be just fine.” jake says. “now that’s a plan i can get down with. but that also arises a other issue, it means sunoo might wanna stand at the door with him, and the door isn’t a place for a sweet little lady-boy like him.” heeseung starts.
“y/n is coming. she’ll keep him entertained for the time being sunghoon is away. all will be well.” jake says, heading over and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “speaking of her, did you see the group chat last week? what does any of that even mean?” heeseung asks. jake’s eyes flash around the room avoiding eye contact as he feels his palms start to clam up. his mouth grows watery with his throat somehow still dry, trying hard to choke back his saliva over and over again.
“i don’t even know.” jake shrugs. “what does sunghoon even mean by a date? are the fucking or something?” heeseung continues to retort. “that’s a great question.” jake spits out fastly, nodding his head quickly. “i was gonna talk to her at the party but, i don’t know what they even have going on anymore.” heeseung frowns, looking away from jake.
jake pauses for a minute, seeing the length of disappointment held in heeseung’s eyes. his downturned smiled was usually a sweet one, typically a look he gave when the muscles in his face couldn’t help but grin, his brain trying to force back the smile. this time, it wasn’t ingenuine. there was something so authentic to his current expression, an expression of sadness so deep, he was clearly trying to brush it off. it hurt jake’s heart to see his friend so disappointed.
on the inside, jake knew too much. he knew he knew too much. his brained moves at the speed of light trying to cook up some kind of answer. something that wouldn’t hurt heeseung’s feelings more, but still wouldn’t consist of spilling his every unknown secret. it was a retraction straight to the left and right hand again, knowing, and unknowing, honestly, and deceit, friendship, and loss, on and on and on and on circling his brain, and it ate away at him because he had to respond eventually-
he had to say something at some point-
he needed to find the right words-
“hey, jake? say something!” heeseung spoke, throwing his pillow at jake. “you’re going blank man, wake up.”
“right, i’m sorry. my bad. i don’t know what just happened there…” jake answered, tossing the pillow back at heeseung. “dude you have got to stop picking at your scars.” heeseung says, getting up and going into the draw across the bed. he took some wipes and a bandaging from a small box hidden beneath his laundry. “give me
jake took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. his palms sat red and irritated. the blood seeped slight through some of the cracks, the cuts burning at they hit the oxygen. “fuck, i didn’t realize i was-“ jake start, before heeseung cut him off.
“it’s okay. you don’t have to worry about it. i think it’s just time to start covering them again so you don’t get tempted to do this.” he says, kneeling in front of the other. he wipes the blood from the pads of jake’s hands before wrapping the bandages from over his palms, behind his knuckles, and back around again. jake nodded, letting out a shaky sigh as he watched heeseung’s motions.
heeseung looks up at jake, seeing his bands sticking to his forehead and his expression distressed. he lets out a light sigh before tilting his head up and pushing the hair from his face. “relax. i got you. everything is okay. yeah?” he whispers. jake nods and smiles a bit, taking a moment to calm himself.
jake sits with a foul churning in his stomach. the guilt of knowing when heeseung deserved to know the most made him feel nauseated and sick, but sitting at the same table was the fact that riki clearly wasn’t serious about this girl. he’s never been serious about any girl. jake knew what heeseung wanted. he knew what he deserved.
“i think you should talk to her heeseung.” he says. “really? i don’t wanna waste my time or embarrass myself..” heeseung starts. “you could never embarrass yourself. come on, you’re lee heeseung. evan in the flesh. you’re the coolest person i know and any girl who’s ever gotten the chance with you is beyond lucky.” jake smiles. “aw c’mon jake man, you don’t gotta glaze me.” heeseung says, his ears a bit flushed. “i’m not glazing. it’s true. and besides, worst case scenario is, she friendzones you and things go right back to how they were. she’s a sweet girl. she would never throw you in the mud, especially not after how close you both have gotten. and who knows? maybe she’ll just let you take her out one day. but you won’t know unless you talk to her!” jake says.
heeseung finishes wrapping the bandages over jake’s hands, and stands back in place. his stretches quickly and adjusts his posture before landing his hands on his waist and looking back and jake. “you’re right jake. i shouldn’t miss what could be a good opportunity. and i mean, the group chat could’ve just been teasing for all we know. they could’ve just been hanging out and things were taken out of proportion.” he says.
“exactly! that’s the spirit! just keep that thought in mind, it’s not like that between them and they aren’t even talking to each other at all!” jake says, standing and smiling. “now c’mon buddy, we’ve got a party to plan and a girl to get!” he says, taking heeseung by his hand and rushing him out the front door, layla quickly following behind.
this his words of encouragement and cheeky smile, jake held a deep and vile regret. every time he lied to heeseung, an angel would lose its wings. but he couldn’t break his best friend’s heart. not after his own heart was broken as harshly as it was.
before you knew it, it dawned upon you. the final day of the year, the day of what could be jake’s hottest gig ever thrown. you walk through the party greeting those of in which you know, to your surprise, lara standing against a wall with a red solo cup in hand.
“lara? what are you doing here?” you asked, walking over to her. “hey girl, been a minute since we talked. i just missed our little group we had. i was looking for an excuse to see you and sunoo.” she nods. “trust me, we miss you too.” you say, a small smile on your face.
“i talked to manon about everything and honestly… she’s being ignorant as shit. she’s the one who ended it but for some reason just can’t let it be.” lara shrugs. “i think she’s pissed off because everyone we know was planning to come here all week, and kept bringing up how this might just be his crib now.”
“i get it somewhat. it’s not fun to hear about your ex all over the place, especially when she begged him to get his shit together so they could be together.” you say. “yeah well, she fucked k.” lara says, spinning her drink in her hand as she looks at the cup awkwardly. “what?” you question.
“yeah. the night jake hung out heeseung after not seeing him for days… because he was spending time with her.” lara continued. “what?” you question again, your tone in further shock. “mhm. in the same bed jake was sleeping in.” lara finishes. “what.” you say, your voice dropping, no longer sounding confused.
lara nodded. “listen, jake’s done some messed up stuff, okay. but saying you’re gonna get your shit together and never keeping your word is different from sleeping with the guy that got your friend arrested.” she says. “she cheated on him.” you choked out.
“mhm. and i can’t get down with that. shit is fucked.” lara says. you open your mouth to speak, you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning your head to see the tall familiar figure sliding his arm over the back of your neck.
“what’s poppin’?” riki smiles, hugging you lightly by your side. you lean over into him, keeping the hug quick and easy before speaking. “manon cheated on jake??” you say. “oh yeah, that’s the only reason he dipped. that bitch trippin’ lately.” riki nods. “and you didn’t tell me???” you say, pushing his arm away. “what? he asked me to keep it low. he didn’t want everybody and their mom to find out. i gotta hold it down for my boy.” he says.
“i get she was frustrated but come on, man. he spent three weeks in her house, no parties, no drugs, no horseplay and in that active time she had a another dude in her bed. a snake ass bitch at that, i’ll kill that bitch this time if i see him again. choosing him is crazy work, she just wanted to hip dick.” he continues. “i just can’t believe she went that low. he loved her since they were in middle school.” you chime in. “he never looked at another bitch again after he met her.” riki rolls his eyes. “i don’t get how you do that to someone like him. bro’s cute and sweet.”
“well i hope she’s knows we are definitely not friends now that i know that.” you nod toward lara. “yeah i’m making my distances. those are just levels of low i never expected her to go to.” lara says.
a few seconds later, your small group is joined by another person. a pale girl, curly hair in a half up-half down ponytail. she wore a bralette butterfly top, with her leather black shorts to tie on with her heeled boots.
“lara we should take another shot, there’s a guy over there with a huge bottle of tequila and i think if we flirt we could get a shot or two-“ she speaks as she walks over, lara’s eyes widening at riki while she registers the voice. you look at riki confused, his eyebrows furrowed and lips as he looks at lara.
“oh, hey niki! long time no see, how ha e you been?” the girl asks, moving on closer to riki. “hey dani. doing alright, taking on freedom. living the life.” he nods, his answer short and sweet.
you look at lara as the girl nearby seems to ignore your presence, too focused on riki as if he was some kind of celebrity. you look at lara confused, tilting your head a bit. immediately lara takes her by her arm, forcing her to take a few steps back. “y/n, this is daniela.” she says.
“oh, right, hi! you can call me dani.” the girl finally seems to acknowledge you.
“i’m y/n. i don’t have a nickname.” you joke, riki snickering and rolling his eyes. daniela’s eyes flicker back and fourth between the both of you, before she speaks again. “so how do you know niki?” she asks. “i’m sunghoon’s best friend.” you say. “you could say we talk.” riki nods.
you suck your teeth and slap his shoulder with the back of your hand, earning a small laugh out of him. “what? you want me to lie? yeah i don’t know this girl.” riki shrugs. “you stick to the funny jokes, man.” you say.
daniela’s face struggles to hold an amused expression, her eyes continuing to flicker back and fourth between you. “mhm yeah, niki is so funny. get your friends! there’s an empty room and i’ve got a bottle. let’s spin this shit!” daniela says.
the small group formed agrees to the idea, and head off to find the rest of your friends. as you separate to head off, you watch riki take a step forward. you move in order to follow him, daniela turning her body, blocking your step and matching her pace to his as they begin to walk off in deep conversation.
lara quickly walked to you, wrapping her arm in yours with that same awkward expression on her face. “so, there was one thing i forgot to imply about her during the introduction…” lara starts. “what?” you ask her, you confused and flat tone extending the word. “daniela and niki know each other because they dated before he got locked up. she was the only girl he ever made his girlfriend.” lara says.
you stomach drops with a gulp. “oh.” you say. “she’s the only girl he’d spin back on even after they broke up.” she’s continues. “oh.” you repeat, your tone mellowing out. “he’s even called her in jail.” lara continues. “oh.” you repeat. “and they fuck every time they see each other.” she finishes.
you take a deep breath as you feel the muscles in your arms tense up from the pressure in your fists. “oh. oh okay.” you say.
alas it was, the circle of doom. all of your utmost dearest friends sat around the circle as the bottom of terror laid right on the center.
“okay we can’t start yet. manon is coming.” daniela says, looking at her phone as she sits right between lara. and sunoo. “wait, what?” you asked. “what is she here?” heeseung sits up, seeing jake’s face fall into anxiety immediately.
“what? she wants to play. she came to the party. everyone else was. oh look, she’s coming.” daniela smiles. manon struts into the room like she owns the place, taking her seat between daniela and jungwon. “okay! we can start. let me explain the game-“ daniela starts.
“jeez, is she in charge of everything…?” jay murmurs, leaning toward sunghoon. “i heard that. and i’ll be in charge of whatever i want. who even are you?” you asks. jay reaches into her pocket, pulling his wallet from it and flipping his badge down into visibility. “the police.” he snarks. “woah, who the fuck invited the feds?!” she asks, looking around at the shockingly calm crowd.
“jake himself. i’m riki’s parole officer. we go way back. i could shut this shit down at any point, so i recommend you watch how you speak to me.” jay says, pushing his wallet bc into his pocket. you let out a small giggle, seeing jay smile and shake his head in your direction.
“alright, chill. basically, someone will spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on they have to do dare with that person based on the collectives agreement.” daniela says. “there are two rules. first, majority rules on the dares, but if no one speaks up and disagrees within 10 seconds all goes. and second, more importantly, no going back on any dares. you do them or you’re out. got if?” she asks.
the group collectively agrees, moments later jungwon deciding to start. a big out of character for him to start, let alone even be caught dead in a circle for a game like this, but screw it. you do anything off shots of hennessy and a pint of don julio.
as jungwon spins the bottle, you watch his quickly gaze around the room at each person, scoping the scenery. after being joined by more f daniela’s friends-sophia and megan, you sit with six girls, seven boys. it was even enough to make the game to work. but as the bottle spun, all jungwon would consider how this could be a mistake, and how this could easily turn into one of jake and heeseung’s dirty film fantasies. still, there were enough girls to avoid it. the chances may be low, but never zero.
as the bottle slowed, it spun in reverse speed until finally landing on sophia. “ooh good, you don’t know each other. jungwon hit the nic and blow it into sophia’s mouth!” daniela spoke, pulling the pineapple flavored vape from her pocket and waving it at jungwon. “wait, i don’t vape-“ jungwon starts. “who cares, just don’t inhale. do it, do it!” she cuts him off, handing him the vape.
as jungwon goes ahead and commits to his end of the dare, you and sunoo look at each other truly bewildered and baffled. she hadn’t even given the group a chance to object this lame excuse of a high school level dare, breaking her own rules. and besides, wasn’t this supposed to just be a silly game of spin the bottle? where did it become such a serious game?
you and sunoo rolls your eyes quickly as you turn your heads back to the bottle, noticing daniela kneeling back in her spot after spinning it. you and the surrounding party watch the bottle with extra focus at it starts to slow. before you can even blink, the nozzle of the empty bear bottle sits with a direct point at you.
daniela rolls her eyes at the bottle skips over riki and sits a direct point at you, her mouth quickly
fixing itself to work herself out of the predicament. “y/n sit in jake’s lap for the rest of the game!”
“woah!” heeseung says, his eyes flashing between jake and manon, who is visibly becoming uncomfortable. “hold on, you said whoever spins and whoever it lands on have to complete a dare together. you’re breaking your own rules.” sunghoon chimes in. “well new rule, if whoever spun doesn’t wanna commit to the dare can dare the person it landed on to do something else!” she says.
jake’s poor little drunk face was flushed and hot, his high and anxiety clashing with one another. his heart raced in all the wrong ways, his chest feeling tight and his muscles tensing up. he looked at heeseung helplessly, the feeling of his fuzzy, drunk brain forcing him into a state incapable of even forming words to match his emotions.
heeseung looks at jake sweetly, nodding at him softly as he places his hand on his shoulder. your eyes flash from daniela, to jake, to manon and back again before you finally speak. “i don’t think this is a great idea.” you shake your head. “oh come on y/n. this is fun, just go sit in his lap. don’t be the larp that taps out on her first dare.” daniela says.
you glance over at manon, seeing her looking down at her hands awkward. you peak at riki, his eyes glued to his phone, like if he didn’t even care someone was pressuring you into sexual activities you didn’t really care for. you sigh at you look straight at sunghoon. his face is stone, eyes locked into yours. he raises his eyebrows for a moment, nodding his head in the direction of the door-as an offer to leave.
“oh god, just tap out then-“ daniela starts, her patience getting the best of her. “fine.” you cut her off, crawling over into jake’s direction. “perfect! i knew you weren’t pussy.” daniela mocks.
you look at jake for a moment before you sit. his cheeks and ears a flushed color, his shoulder and and body shivering a bit, some of his stray bang hairs sticky to his face from the sweat lingering on his forehead. he was completely plastered, no line of defense present even if he wanted to try and stop this.
you lowered yourself onto his lap, his left hand immediately finding your waist and pulling you closer to him. he leaned forward, resting his head on your back, eyes shut tightly as he breathed heavily against you skin. your hands found his, taking his left hand in your right, your left hand rubbing the skin on the back of his hands for moral support.
“okay next! who’s spinning? jake’s turn right?” daniela asks. jake doesn’t bother to lift his head. he shakes it in place, denying any idea of contributing to this hell spawn of a game. “i’m drunk.” he mumbles. “new rule!” daniela announces. “this bitch is making shit up as she goes.” jay shakes his head. “if you don’t spin you have to take a shot!” she continues. “absolutely the fuck not, you’re gonna make me throw up. just make niki spin or something.” jake says. “jake you’re a genius!” daniela says, the grin on her face wide. “niki, spin!”
riki looks up from his phone, moving his eyes only across the circle before leaning forward to spin the bottle.
with your luck, it slows further and further, your eyes following as it landed directly where you dreaded. you hoped and prayed it over turn over a bit further, but of course, it lands to the girl directly across from you, daniela.
megan and sophia giggle a bit as it lands on him, daniela hushing them quietly. sunghoon furrows his eyebrows at riki, seeing the evil smug smirk sneak its way on to his lips. your eyes don’t leave the bottle. if you look anywhere else the anger will be written all over your face.
“perfect. niki, come kiss me.” daniela speaks, her tone thick with seduction. your eyes widen as she speaks, along with many others in the group. “hell nah, this bitch is just doing what she wants.” jay says, and everyone knows jay doesn’t use the world bitch very lightly, or even at all.
“you can’t pick your own dares captain slut bucket, you’re not even playing by the rules you created.” sunoo rolls his eyes. “oh relax, it’s just a game.” she says. “it doesn’t matter, you can’t just-“ sunoo starts, before riki cuts him off. “it’s fine. i’m not pussy.”
as the forsaken words fall from his mouth, your eyes finally lift away from the bottle. when you finally get back into touch with your association to reality, you realize riki is already with his tongue halfway down her throat.
it’s not a light kiss, of course they couldn’t keep it short and sweet. they made out ever so slowly, holding themselves up on all fours as the sounds of their lips smacking together acted as lighter fluid to the match setting your home aflame actively.
when they separated, riki glances at you, wiping his bottom lip with the back of his hand. you hold the eye contact as long as you can before he breaks it, letting it be known the last thing you will ever fear is a man like him.
“well, wasn’t that an awesome fucking game, would you looks the time? 11:55, just five minutes until the countdown! we should absolutely move our sorry asses right to the main room!” heeseung says, breaking the awkward silence. the group surrounding agrees, sunghoon and sunoo immediately making their way to you as they stand. you and heeseung work together to help an overwhelmed and faint of hearted jake back to his feet before heeseung brings him to the main party room.
“girl what the actual fuck was that???” sunoo starts. “some bullshit. she and riki used to fuck.” you say, turning to them. “yep, and this is her attempt to spin back on him. i’m proud of you though. you didn’t jump on her like i thought you would.” sunghoon says. “i dissociated the whole thing.” you say, watching riki watch out the room. you quickly start to follow behind him as you speak again, “i’m gonna deal with his ass though.”
the main room is full, watching the one minute timer count itself down on the big screen. all your friends stood around you, everyone seemingly so joyful about the new year, and unfortunately you’re unable to share that feelings. you stand in the center of the room with riki, who’s already rolling his eyes before you speak.
“are you fucking kidding me riki?!” you start. “can you relax, it was a game.” he says, his eyes red and heavy as he speaks. “just a game, meanwhile you made out with her! and she’s your ex?! and you didn’t even plan on telling me?!” you continue.
“i don’t have the mental capacity to argue with your ass right now.” he shakes his head. “yeah clearly you’re fucking delayed! look at your eyes riki, what the fuck did you take?!” you question. “i popped half a xan before the game, could
you just chill for five minutes? it’s at 20 seconds. i wanna enjoy the first few seconds of the big 27. and maybe if you stop nagging we can kiss at midnight.”
your grip on your purse strap is as tight as it’s ever been. the flame burning in your chest was one that needed a whole team of fire departments to sooth. your eyes burned from the second hand smoke, your head pounded from the volume of the room surrounding
you, and your emotions fogged your sense of mindfulness. your body became so overwhelmed, you lost control.
“your audacity is so fucked up and ridiculous riki, i swear to fucking god! you make out with your exes in front of me for a stupid game, you’re off a fucking xanax, you’re telling me to shut up and you think you can just kiss me like none of it happened?! you MADE OUT without that girl! in front of me!” you shouted.
suddenly, the crowd started to chant.
“you need to fucking get over it y/n! it was a fucking game!”
“no one makes out with their ex like that over a game! you’ve been flirting all night! you like that shit!”
“okay and?! what the fuck does that have to do with you?!”
“you’ve been inside me riki! that shit is so disrespectful!”
“it doesn’t fucking matter! i do what i want, you know i do what i want! you knew what this was when you fucking got here! you’re not my girlfriend, we’re not together, so get the fuck off my dick over who i fuck!”
the party exploded it cheers and joy and you stood in silence for a moment, you and riki watching each other. “so that’s really how you feel about all of thi-“ you start, being cut off by daniela. the girl ran upto the both of you, cutting into the space between you and kissing riki right on his lips.
you step back in shock, seeing riki split from her and look over at you. “figure out how you’re getting home.” he mumbles out before going back to kissing daniela, running off with her.
you looked around the room one last time before deciding what to do with yourself next. on the couch, heeseung sat with jake’s face in his neck, jake’s arm over his shoulder as he rubbed jake’s back through ever drunken hiccup and sob. sunoo and sunghoon stood on the other side of the room, swaying around in each others arms, staring into each others eyes lovingly. jungwon laid stood against the wall with jay, his head leaning on his shoulder as their mouths moved, their conversation too quiet to ever be heard from the distance you stood. manon and lara were nowhere to be found.
before you knew it, your eyes welled up in tears. immediately, you headed for the door. as you get closer to sunghoon and sunoo, they realize the state you’re in and separate from one another. sunoo stops you in your tracks, sunghoon bringing his hand to your back. “hey, what’s going on? is it riki? i’ll deal with him when i get home, he’s being absolutely ridiculous right now-“ sunghoon starts. “yeah i’ll literally kill that kid i know where he lives.” sunoo agrees.
you shake your head in response, not even able to register the words you wanted to say to them. instead you pass by in silence, heading toward the door.
as you speed passed the couch, jake raises his head, seeing heeseung’s gaze following you as you walk. “you should go talk to her. she looks sad.” jake hums. “no i can’t,” heeseung snaps his head in jake’s direction. “you’re drunk. i can’t leave you alone.” he says.
“i can go stand with jay. he’s gonna bring jungwon back to his dorm. i can get a ride with him.” jake says. “and where are you going to stay? you have no furniture here to stay here even if you wanted to, and who else is willing to let you in?” heeseung asks. “i talked to jay earlier in case it went anywhere for you. he told me if i got too drunk he’d let me stay at his place. so you didn’t have to babysit me. i wanted you to have a chance at the girl you like.” jake says.
heeseung smiles and drops his head to his lap for a moment before looking back at jake. “you know, you’re really my best friend in the whole world ikeu man.” he says. jake opens his mouth to give heeseung a hearty response, instead being completely distract by layla, who ran over and jumped into his lap. “hey, party puppy!” he says, hugging her.
heeseung laughs, looking up to see jay walking in their direction. “go enjoy your party weed man. i got the party puppy and his party puppy.” he says. “thanks jay. we both appreciate you.” heeseung says, motion to himself and jake before heading off in your direction.
outside you sat in the bitter cold, your legs and arms shivering from your lack of body coverage in your skimpy dress. the wind was cold enough to freeze your tears to your face as you cried, sitting on a snowy curb in new york city, with nothing to keep you warm but the depth of your own emotions.
you heard sound of the party transfer from a muffled noise, to a clear sound, and back to a muffled one as the door opens and shuts again. you hear a few steps grow closer to you, and feel a warm being creating some kind of energy from your left.
you lift your head from your arms, turning your head to see heeseung seated next to you on the curb. “y/n? what’s going on, is everything okay? you’re so cold honey..” he mumbles, sliding his jacket off his shoulders and draping it over your shoulder. he moves in closer, his knees against yours. “no heeseung, you’re gonna get cold without your jacket-“ you start.
“y/n, you’re half naked and theirs snow on the ground. you need it more than i do. a nice girl should never be out on a curb in the cold like this alone, especially not crying.” he says. you feels your bottom lip quiver a bit, instinctively dropping your head onto his shoulder for comfort. “aw, poor girl. i know you’re sad. it’s all gonna be okay, yeah? i promise.” heeseung whispers, wrapping both his arms over your body. his left arm draped around your back and on your arm, while the right pulled your knees inward toward his own legs. “what’s going on y/n? who did this to you?”
you sniffle as you wipe your tears from your face and take a deep breath, looking for some kind of sanity in your mess. “it’s riki. it’s always riki these days. he wants to sleep with me and sleep with whoever else he wants. like okay fine, we’re not dating but you can’t fuck me and the rest of the bronx at the same time, thats so insane!” you say. “he full on left me here so he could run off and fuck with daniela. he even told me to figure out how i’m supposed to be getting home, it’s so ridiculous. and he’s gonna go have sex with her too, no remorse at all.” you choke out, your voice breaking again.
“i’m so sorry y/n, but even as his friend, he’s never been good with girls. you deserve so much more than that.” heeseung starts. “he left you here? just with no ride?” he continues. you nod. “i came here with him. we were supposed to go home together. he was supposed to stay with me…” you cry, your face falling right back into your palms.
heeseung hugs you closers, rubbing your shoulder and back into soothing motions. “i’ll bring you home y/n, you don’t have to worry about that.” he nods. “no heeseung, this isn’t your problem. you don’t have to do that.” you start. “it’s okay, i really don’t mind. i could never leave a girl alone at night to figure out how she’s getting home when i’m perfectly capable of helping you. besides, you don’t live very far, we can even hang out at my place for a little while if you want. get things off your mind a little, make you feel better?” heeseung insists.
“oh heeseung, you’re such a sweet boy. i really appreciate you caring so much about me. do you think riki will get mad though?” you ask. “y/n, he just left you here in the freezing cold alone on the corner of grand concourse in the literal dead of night so he could go have sex with another girl after he’s been having sex with you and sleeping in your bed. i don’t give a shit if he’s mad right now.” heeseung says.
you pause for a second, considering your options before you speak. ultimately, you nod and smile, drying your tears with the back of your hand before you look at heeseung. “well. we can hang out then. maybe we can get something to eat first too?” you question. “burger king?” heeseung tilts his head, answering your question with a question as well. you giggle and smiled. “my favorite!”
before you know it, you and heeseung are hand in hand running to his car through the snow. and little did you know, it was much more than just a friendly act to make you feel better.
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