do i still give you butterflies?

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Blood slowly drips from his machete as the killer stands before you. You fear that you’re next, but somehow, he doesn’t move, just breathes calmly yet audibly under his hockey mask. Your heart is beating up your throat, the air smells like iron, and you shakily try to remember how you even got here. The events of the day go through your mind, and you’re suddenly reminded of the messy house in the woods you visited. An idea comes to your mind, and in this situation, you decide to just risk it.

“You’re Jaehyun…” you say slowly, looking directly into the eyeholes of the hockey mask, your voice so shaky it doesn’t feel like your own. He doesn’t move, and you feel like that’s a good sign. Then, he slowly tilts his head, as if understanding.You know that he knows he could kill you easily right now, just a step ahead and a swing of his blade… but he doesn’t.

“That house in the woods… that’s yours, isn’t it?” You ask carefully, gaining more and more of your confidence back with every second that passes where he doesn’t dismember you. You remember the story Mark told you, about the folkloric killer. You bet that’s him. Albeit, you’re still unsure about his motifs. He’s killed all of them, but not you. Why?

“Did you.. kill them because they’re men?” You guess, quietly, but Jaehyun does not seem to agree, his breathing getting a bit faster.

“Okay, okay, no, you…” you pause to think, what did they do that you didn’t? “They were having sex…”

Jaehyun just stands and stares, his large body clothed in old fabrics with holes in it, a dusty brown jacket hangs over his shoulders. Underneath is a almost tight-fitted black shirt that, as you noticed unwillingly, highlights his muscular chest. Generally, he is much taller than you, bigger in every dimension, almost inhumanly so. It scares you, but there’s more to it.

“You think it’s immoral… having sex, doing drugs,” you decipher, feeling more confident the longer he lets you live. Jaehyun doesn’t move, doesn’t talk, just stands there with his mask. “Or… maybe,” you decide to take a risk, “you’re envious?”

Jaehyun’s body stiffens, and your heart begins racing again. Fuck, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to challenge a killer… But even now, he doesn’t attempt to kill you. You exhale shakily.

“It must be… lonely in those woods all by yourself, Jaehyun,” you say in the softest tone you can measure. “Maybe… you’d like to be like them? Have friends, have fun, … maybe find yourself a nice girl…”

Jaehyun stands stiffly, his machete hanging loosely in his gigantic hand, unmoving. You gulp. “Maybe…,” your voice drops to a whisper, “I could be that girl?”

You have no idea what’s gotten into you, a part of you feels weak and scared, trying to find a way to survive, the other, bigger part of you feels confident at the fact that you’re able to control such a big man with your words and actions. You lick your lips and tentatively take a small step forward. Jaehyun doesn’t move. “Have you ever been with someone, Jaehyun?” You ask, your hands moving with a mind of their own as they go to the buttons of your shirt, slowly undoing them.

Jaehyun doesn’t speak, and you begin to suspect that he just doesn’t, ever, but he doesn’t attack or move away either. He appears curious, tilting his head as you open the last button, letting your shirt drop to the floor.

“I understand you, Jaehyun,” you whisper, unclasping your bra and letting it drop to the ground as well. With a loud clang, his machete drops to the floor, the last obstacle out of the way. You smile softly, stepping closer until you’re standing right in front of him. The size difference is even more evident now, he’s much taller than you, he could probably rip you apart with his bare hands, or crush your skull in his palm if he wanted, but he doesn’t. He simply breathes and stares.

For a brief moment, you’re unsure how to go on from here. It’s not like you can kiss him with that mask, and you’re certainly not going to take it from him, he gives you the vibe of someone who wouldn’t like being unmasked, or else he wouldn’t be wearing it in the first place, you think. You don’t want to just touch him either, maybe he doesn’t like to be touched. In hopes of finding the answer there, you slowly let your eyes wander over his body, and without even realizing, your gaze stops right at his crotch, and you could swear it’s bulging way more than before… not that you looked, of course…

Consequently, you drop to your knees, looking up at him. If he’s killing people for having sex, he should surely know what your action implies. You study his reaction, noticing how his hand twitches ever so slightly. “Will you let me make you feel good?” You ask softly, slowly moving your hands upward to his belt, waiting for a reaction.

Jaehyun doesn’t stop you, he faintly tilts his head downward to watch what you’re going to do next. You take it as a good sign, allowing your hands to undo the buckle of his belt, then his pants. You hesitate, waiting for him to shove you away, to grab your head and break your neck, but he doesn’t. You exhale shakily, finally allowing yourself to feel your body’s reaction to the moment and you notice the dampness in your panties, the fabric clinging to your skin when you move. Reaching past the band of his, you notice, plaid boxers that look suspiciously fresh compared to the rest of his clothing, you grab ahold of his length. Feeling the girth against your palm you find an answer to the questing you didn’t know you had because, yes, everything about him is that big. But, surprisingly, also cold.

You glance up at him, waiting for a reaction, but there is none. You take that as a good sign once again.

Slowly, you free him from the confines of his clothes, revealing the sheer size of him to your eyes, and despite everything, it makes your mouth water. Briefly, you wonder whether he ever touches himself, but you don’t dare to ask. Biting your lip, you slowly begin stroking him, feeling every prominent vein against your hand, and you could swear his breathing is getting sightly heavier. You wonder what it must be like for him, doing the very thing he despises so much, to the point where he takes people’s lives for doing it. You wonder where he learned despising it, briefly thinking back to the picture you saw in the cabin, presumably of him and his mother. But you forget about that quickly when you squeeze a little tighter around his grip and he subtly grunts.

“Do you like it?” You ask softly, experimentally leaning in to give his tip a bit of attention with your tongue. In response you earn another small grunt. Feeling rewarded by every small response you get, you place your lips over his tip, sucking gently as not to overwhelm him, slowly but surely making your way down his shaft. You’ve underestimated how big he is, struggling to fit his cock in your mouth, but slowly adapt. Jaehyun grunts lowly ever so often, his fingers twitching by his sides, which gives you an idea. Gently, you reach out to take his hand into yours. He twitches again in surprise as he feels your hand against his, but doesn’t move away. Carefully, you guide his hand to the back of your head.

Briefly pulling your mouth off his length, you swallow your spit, then look up at him. “Push me as far as you want,” you suggest, applying pressure to his hand with yours, hoping he’ll understand. To your surprise, he does, guiding your mouth back onto his cock and pushing you to take it deeper, deeper than before, until your nose meets his pubes. A grunt rewards you, as well as Jaehyun’s active participation now as he begins guiding your head back and forth. You struggle to keep up, but happily so, softly gagging around his length as he discovers how good it can feel.

Your hand comes up to his balls, engulfing them with your hand and gently massaging them, making Jaehyun grunt minimally louder than before, ultimately causing you to rub your thighs together. You’d have never imagined it would be this sexy to suck off a monster.

After a bit, Jaehyun’s movements speed up, his body tensing as well as his balls you’re still gently caressing, and you assume he must be closes. You look up into the eyeholes of his mask, moving your tongue against him expertly. His grip on your head gets a bit tighter, he pushes you down his cock faster, faster and faster, and you feel slightly lightheaded at the lack of oxygen, but don’t stop him. You can feel him tensing and twitching, and it doesn’t take long for him to let out a broken grunt and spill his come down your throat.

Coughing and spluttering a bit, you try to catch your breath. Like never before, you feel rewarded. You’re alive, and you just gave this extremely dangerous, tall and… honestly sexy man his first experience. But the tightness in your lower body doesn’t want this to be over. You want him, all of him.

And it seems that he isn’t done with you either.

Roughly you are grabbed by the arm and pulled up to your knees, apparently the orgasm you gave him had reminded him of his rough nature, but you’re not complaining, quite the opposite, in fact. Jaehyun, in a mix of carrying and pulling you along, maneuvers you against the next best wall, a framed painting and a taxidermy deer head crashing to the ground next to you. You gasp when Jaehyun rips your pants off your body, your panties following shortly after. When you peek down, you notice his erection hasn’t gone down even a bit.

Spreading your legs, you wrap them around his waist as he pushes you harder against the wall with the sheer size of his massive body, you can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against the wetness between your legs.

With one slightly painful stretch, a rough thrust and surprising precision, Jaehyun presses himself inside you, knocking a choked moan out of you. He keeps pushing deeper and deeper, it feels like the length of his cock is endless, and when he finally manages to bury himself balls-deep inside, it feels like he’s all the way in your rib cage, his tip seethed between your lungs, but, God, does it feel amazing.

“Jaehyun,” you moan weakly, but he doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, setting a rough pace from the start, fucking his hips upwards against yours. Weakly, you cling to his shoulders, his masked face right in front of yours as he fucks you into oblivion. Your lidded eyes gaze into his, and you can make out that they’re dark and pretty, reflecting something deeper within.

He grunts deeply, holding you up with his hips as he pushes his jacket off, revealing large, muscular arms that appear pale and dull in color, almost like he’s decaying, but their entirely intact. As he resumes his thrusts, you slide your fingers over his impressive pectoral muscles bulging through his tight shirt. You wanna see him, all of him, you feel so full and at the same time tingly and sentimental.

A particularly angled thrust makes your head spin, your eyes rolling back. Jaehyun takes notice of your reaction, apparently, as he tries desperately to find that angle again until he does. You confirm with a loud whine, clinging onto him for dear life as he keeps pushing harder and harder into that same spot until your body can’t help to react by contracting violently, sending you into an orgasm that’s so intense you see stars.

The contractions of your walls cause his to become sloppy, mindlessly fucking into you as he chases his orgasm. You feel like a doll, a fleshlight, and you didn’t know you’d love it so much. A few more sharp thrusts against your cervix and Jaehyun presses as deeply as possibly, pumping his load into your depths.

You breathe heavily, and so does he despite the stamina he’s built from decades of hunting people down and slaughtering them. In a moment that’s not entirely conscious, you lean in and press a kiss against his mask, then slump over his shoulder. Somehow, the large, cold man feels warm now, and whatever the future holds, you hope this won’t be the last time he fucks you.

“Fun fact about Crystal Lake, guys,” Mark announces from the backseat of Jeno’s mom’s minivan, putting on an eerie voice as he continues, “in 1957, there was, like, an incident where-“

“Who caaaares,” Donghyuck interrupts from next to him, his arm casually resting over the back of the neighboring seat, his reaction to Mark’s nerdy history lesson earning him a slap to his chest from you.

“Behave,” you scold, looking past Mark and out the window, the foggy view outside not really screaming summer, instead making you shudder at the sight of the dampness of the grounds surrounding the lake.

“Okay, but I’m specifically here to get away from history lessons,” Donghyuck complains.

“Don’t you study music?” Jeno speaks up from the driver’s seat, taking a left turn to stop at a run down gas station, the only one in the area.

“Uh, history of music?” Donghyuck grimaces pettily, undoing his seatbelt, “you guys promised me a fun time.”

“No, dude, I brought, like, a ton of weed, though,” Mark tries to save himself.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Donghyuck nods, appeased, finally getting out of the car. You, too, get out to take a look around as Jaemin and Jeno head inside to grab a few snacks for the night and maybe a frozen pizza.

“Are you excited?” You ask Mark as he hops out the vehicle and adjusts his glasses. You notice the rain drops sitting on the gas pump next to you before gazing into the distance to where Donghyuck’s attempting to tie his shoe.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess,” Mark shrugs, blinking as he looks up toward the cloudy sky.

“Doesn’t feel like a summer trip,” you point out, leaning against the frame of the car.

“Dude, that’s just the area, though,” he retorts with a shrug, apparently very knowledgeable on the subject. You huff, “why would anyone buy a summer house here anyway?”

“It’s cheap. No one wants to come here,” he explains, “because of the massacre.”

“The what now?”

“In 1957, two camp counselors were killed at the Crystal Lake Camp, so it was closed and they never found who did it. Ever since then, every time someone steps foot onto the camp grounds, they, like, vanish.”

“And why the fuck would we come here, then?” You ask, genuinely shocked by the news, hugging your arms around yourself at the sudden shivers you’re experiencing.

“Don’t worry, nothing’s gonna happen. It’s, like, folklore and stuff,” Mark assures you, sensing your sudden nervousness, but it does little to calm you down. When you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder, you jump.

“Alright, chill, it’s just me,” Donghyuck grins, a blunt in his hand.

“Yo, don’t get so close to the gas pump, this structure is old enough as it is,” Mark warns, but Donghyuck just grins, waving the lit blunt around. It’s then when you notice a figure a few meters behind him. “Uh, guys..?”

Mark and Donghyuck’s eyes follow your gaze, turning around to make eye contact with an odd figure dressed in run-down clothes, face hidden by a hood.

“Bro is weirdmaxxing,” Donghyuck comments, but doesn’t get a reaction, much to his dismay. Instead, he attempts to make contact. “Aye, what’re you looking at, bro?”

“Hyuck!” Mark shushes him, alarmed, but it’s too late. The hooded figure’s already stepping towards you. Feeling uneasy, you decide to get behind Donghyuck. If he’s got balls enough to yell at this person, he surely can handle the consequences. The figure’s coming closer, and you can finally make out that it’s an older man, but before any confrontation has even the chance to come up between this dude and a in-over-his-head Donghyuck, Jeno steps in, back from buying snacks as the dusty bag of chips on his hand suggests. It appears not many people stop by this gas station to cure their munchies.

“What’s the problem?” Jeno asks, looking between the figure and Donghyuck, shoulders surely broad enough to block any danger from coming your way.

“Get outta here,” the older man rasps, looking up from under his hood, his eyes dark and hollow. In response, Jeno furrows his brows, pushing out his chest, “I think it’s none of your business what we do.”

The old man narrows his eyes, his lips smacking dryly. “This town… it’s dangerous,” he mumbles, “cursed.” Then, with a sharp look into Jeno’s eyes, he adds, “we like to be left alone… and so does he.”

Before anyone can say anything, Jaemin pops up behind Jeno, either misreading the situation or simply not caring as he sneaks an arm around to briefly grope at Jeno’s chest. The older guy, perhaps unrelated, raises his finger cryptically before turning around and disappearing behind the building of the gas station. “Who is ‘he’?” Donghyuck asks, then retorts to yelling after him, “yo! Who is ‘he’?” But he is ignored.The group is left partly stunned, partly impatient. “Creepy NPC gives cryptic warning,” Donghyuck comments with shake of his head, attempts to take a drag off his blunt that’s since died, then curses. Wordlessly, everyone returns to their respective seats, but not without you sending Mark an uncomfortable glance that he returns.

The sun is already hanging low on the horizon as Jeno finally pulls the car up to the house Jaemin’s father had recently bought, primarily for vacations in the calm (an cheap) area of Crystal Lake, but realistically will mostly be used by Jaemin to throw wild parties during uni breaks. Already in a good mood, tipsy and certainly horny, the group exits the vehicle.

“Yo, this is uh… nice,” Mark says unconvincingly, taking a look around. The house looks okay, relatively large and appearing to be expensive, but the surroundings are everything but inviting. The house is surrounded by woods and the lake, the trees barely allowing the remaining sunlight to come through. The ground is wet, it had rained earlier that day, and the dampness the lake brings had kept the moisture in, eventually creating a foggy, depressing atmosphere.

“You are a bad liar Mark Lee,” you comment, goosebumps forming on your skin as the wind graces your arm while you’re taking your bag out from the trunk. Something doesn’t feel right.

“Then we’ll just stay inside, it’s big enough anyway,” Jaemin says, coming up to hug Jeno from behind, pressing a kiss to the older’s neck, who in return shivers and grins. Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “Fine, but keep your sensuality to yourselves, some of us had to leave their girlfriend at home…”

“You mean your fleshlight?” Jeno grins, earning a chuckle from the blonde currently attached to him. Donghyuck, too sober to have this conversation, flips him off before heading toward the door only to find out it’s locked.

“Dude, did you think it was unlocked? You gotta be careful in areas like these. Didn’t you hear the dude from the gas station?” Mark shakes his head disbelievingly.

“I never look my dorm room. Not even now,” Donghyuck shrugs foolishly, “I don’t have anything to my name anyway.”

A rustle in the bushes behind you makes you turn your head, narrowing your eyes as you try to make out the source of that noise in the semi-darkness, but all you see are trees upon trees upon trees. You furrow your brows, the uncomfortable feeling arising with renewed intensity. But, apparently, no one else’s heard anything, you conclude from the way Jaemin unlocks the door with the key hidden in a fake rock behind the empty flower pots by the front door. But behind the bushes, hidden in the darkness, a masked figure watches closely.

Alcohol flows, joints are lit, music blasts through the walls as the party starts, it doesn’t take long until Jaemin, body moving to the music sensually, slides into Jeno’s lap, grinding in ways that make you avert your gaze out the window. It’s fully dark outside now, the words of the old man at the gas station coming back to you as you watch the trees. You could swear one of them moved just now, but it was probably just the wind, or that’s what you tell yourself. Something about this trip feels like a horror movie come to life. Mark, noticing your absent mind, comes to sit next to your on the small couch. “You okay? You’ve barely touched the drink Donghyuck mixed for you.”

Your eyes fall onto the ominously colored liquid in a cup on the couch table, grimacing at the thought of tasting it, “I don’t think I should drink that…”

“Fair enough,” Mark nods, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“But don’t you also feel like… off? Like something bad is about to happen?” You sit up, crossing your legs.

“I’ve had that feeling since we were in the car… mainly about Donghyuck vomiting,” Mark chuckles awkwardly, trying to ease your mind with a joke. You offer a small smile in return.

“I feel like something’s out there,” you continue, looking outside again, but there’s nothing, not even birds, just trees. Mark clears his throat, “would you feel better if we checked it out?”

You pause, contemplating, then nod, “yeah, I think so?”

Twigs crack underneath your feet as you and Mark make your way through the neighboring woods, the air’s turned cool, uncharacteristically so given the season, and crickets chirp in the background. “Are you satisfied yet? I kinda wanted to play cards with Donghyuck because he’ll be so stoned I’ll win for once,” Mark grunts, dodging a low-hangin tree branch.

“Is that a house?” You point forward and, truly, behind the thick trees appears a small building. Mark throws you a glance that displays a mixture of curiosity and concern.

When you approach, the shed appears to be run down, the windows are broken, the wood moldy and cracked, and nature’s taken over the architecture with plants growing wildly outside and inside the small, crooked building.

“Do you think this still belongs to Jaemin’s dad’s property?” You ask, taking careful steps over the thorned branches toward the door that’s merely hanging on by one hinge.

“I dunno, maybe?” Mark states, looking back toward where you came from, spotting the roof behind the trees. “But uh, are you sure we- hey! Yo, where are you going? Wait!” Mark tries to catch up with you as you push yourself through the gap between the frame and the door, successfully slipping inside.

The interior looks equally as neglected as the outside, maybe even worse. The dark, humid room appears to be scattered with various items, trash, and rotten wood from the unstable infrastructure, puddles of rain water and condensed air humidity drench the floor, making you stumble to not get your boots wet. As you look around, you notice the walls are covered in mold and various memorabilia in forms of posters and family photos, but the environment had taken its toll on them, leaving the people in the pictures impossible to recognize as such. Old, rotten toys, dirty clothes and unusable furniture litter the broken floorboards, there are no doors, the windows are broken, and there are no signs of functioning electricity. If you had to guess, the remains of the furniture and design of the inner life of the cabin remind you of the 1950s, but you’re certainly no expert.

Mark had finally managed to squeeze himself into the building as well, curious, in ways, but most importantly in worry over your well-being.

“Yuck!” He exclaims, holding a hand over his nose, “why does it smell like butt in here?”

You throw him a glance, “doesn’t smell much worse than Donghyuck’s sock drawer.”

Mark slowly removes his fingers from his nose, interrupting the pinching, then sniffs carefully. His eyes widen in recognition, “Jesus, you’re right! That is exactly it!” You shrug with a smug smirk.

Despite Mark’s worries, you step deeper into the mess, taking notice of the decaying picture frames on the wall. All but one appear to be entirely unrecognizable, but on that one, you can make out a woman and a small child in black and white. Unlike the other’s, this particular photograph looks almost polished, but due to old age, it’s still hard to make out details. A little inscription reads: “Love you Mom – Jaehyun”. Upon eyeing the note, a weird sense of melancholy overcomes you, perhaps because this photograph seems so important to whoever resides in this broken mess of a home. Shaking your head, you move on, eventually being met with an ancient bathtub that seems to harbor the origin of the stench. You squint your eyes and tilt your head as you investigate the ominous contents of the dirty water of the bathtub.

“Do you think this was the set for a horror movie?” You speak up, grabbing a stick to poke into the water. Is that…? “They even forgot a prop! Looks like a severed head!”

Mark grimaces intensely when he steps up and peers over your shoulder. “That does not smell or look like a prop!”

“Eh?” You jump back, effectively stepping on Mark’s foot, having him howl, then stumble briefly before you grab ahold of his hand and save him from slipping and crashing face first into a pointy, wooden stick.

“Woah.”

“Sorry.” You grin apologetically.

Mark takes a deep breath, then nods. “Maybe there’s a homeless guy who steals from people that lives here? Maybe that’s what the dude at the gas station was talking about?”

You shrug, “maybe.” But you’re not convinced. None of the things here are new, or even clean. Either he steals shit and dunks it into the mud before bringing it home, or you’re calling bullshit on Mark’s theory.

A cracking sound makes you both jump. Mark looks around, the atmosphere immediately feeling more eerie. “Enough exploring, okay?”

“Guess so,” you sigh, and the both of you make your way out of the cabin and back into the dark woods.

“Fuck, Jeno,” Jaemin groans, his hips moving rhythmically on Jeno’s lap, the older’s hands gripping Jaemin’s to support his movements as he grunts deeply. Jaemin always looks so beautiful on top of Jeno, not to mention how tight he is around Jeno’s dick.

“Keep going, baby,” Jeno mumbles lowly, taking in the way Jaemin’s eyes close in pure bliss. They’d been hooking up for a while, nothing too serious, but Jaemin’s definitely Jeno’s favorite, and he knows that sentiment is reciprocated. No one can compare to how freaky Jaemin is in the sheets, unabashedly vocalizing his thoughts and wishes, and, fuck, he’s fit. Jeno’s hands stroke up and down Jaemin’s sides, the younger’s muscles rippling with every movement, Jeno feels like he’s reaching depths within Jaemin no other ever could, and judging by Jaemin’s downright pornographic moans, he feels the same.

“You’re so fucking big,” Jaemin moans, throwing his head back and riding Jeno faster.

Jeno chuckles. “You’re one to talk,” he mumbles, wrapping a hand around Jaemin’s dick and stroking lazily. None of them realize yet that they’re being watched.

You and Mark arrive back at the house, the uncomfortable feeling not leaving your body even when you find yourself back in the security of a lit room. Donghyuck sits on the couch, a hand shamelessly buried in his pants, the other holding a pipe that harbors the stench of weed.

“Where are the others?” Mark asks, plopping down on an armchair across from Donghyuck.

“Fucking,” Donghyuck says, his glazed eyes meeting Mark’s, “leaving me all alone in this shit hole of a living room without any bars.” He sets down the pipe and lifts his phone weakly. “Can’t even watch fucking porn.”

“Poor you,” you say sarcastically, deciding to leave this conversation to get a soda from the kitchen.

Donghyuck mocks you silently as you leave the room, then rolls his eyes before looking at Mark. “The only thing here worth looking at are these knock-off playboy magazines,” he states, nodding his head over to the couch table. Mark leans forward to take a look.

“Dude, that’s a women’s sports magazine, though,” Mark points out, mildly amused.

“Who cares, ’s got tits and all…” Donghyuck shrugs, “even a nipple on page 57.”

Mark raises an eyebrow, but checks nonetheless.

In the meantime, you’ve reached the kitchen at the far end of the house. You retrieve your drink, open it and take a sip, then freeze. What was that? You furrow your brows, stepping closer to the window. You could swear you just saw something move, but really, it’s hard to tell in the darkness.

Flipping through the magazine, Mark and Donghyuck have found that it’s way easier when they sit next to each other. Mark does not appreciate the crude comments Donghyuck makes, but in all honesty? He’s too horny to mind all that much. When he really thinks about it, Donghyuck’s kinda soft, like a girl, and he smells of vanilla, even through the stench of weed. And before he knows it, Mark’s stopped looking at women in spandex and has turned his attention to Donghyuck’s side profile instead. It takes an embarrassingly long amount of time for Donghyuck to notice.

“… and page 57, the nipple. It’s like, bulging the fabric there, see? … Mark?” Donghyuck looks up. “Dude, the nipple…”

“To be honest, I don’t really care,” Mark explains, swallowing. He doesn’t know why his gaze drops to Donghyuck’s plush lips. Despite being high as a kite, Donghyuck realizes what’s going on. “Got inspired by Jaemin and Jeno or what?” He smirks, ever so slightly turning his head to look back at Mark.

“Shut up, I’m just horny, dude,” Mark says, wetting his lips. Did Donghyuck just come closer?

“Look, me too, man, but I don’t think I’m that gay. And besides, there’s this girl on campus that’s seriously giving me signs, you know,” Donghyuck replies casually.

“I’m not gonna tell anyone,” Mark says too quickly, “let’s just, like, jerk each other off. Nothing else.”

Donghyuck think about it for a long moment. “Okay, fine. But no funny business.”

Intensely, you stare out the window. Outside, it’s mostly dark except for the moonlight and the light that comes from the house and faintly illuminates the nearest section of the forest. It makes you realize how obvious it is that someone’s home.

Donghyuck pulls Mark on top of him. “Can’t do it without a bit of foreplay,” he mumbles before pressing his lips against Mark’s, who is happy to kiss him back. It doesn’t take long for Mark to deliver a cautious hump of his hips against Donghyuck’s, earning a groan from the him. It gets sloppy quickly, Donghyuck moves his hips against Mark’s with a determination that makes Mark’s head spin.

“Jesus,” he groans, his hands going to Donghyuck’s sweatpants.

“Just ‘Hyuck’ is fine,” Donghyuck jokes breathlessly, but is ignored by Mark who really doesn’t have time for Donghyuck’s horribly timed jokes as he pushes his into Donghyuck’s boxers. Donghyuck groans, mirroring the action. “Fuck, forgot you don’t have a pussy,” he jokes as he pulls Mark’s dick from the confines of his boxers.

“Shut up,” Mark groans, thrusting his hips into Donghyuck’s grip.

You gasp when you finally see it. There’s a figure at the edge of the woods, tall, dark and dangerous as it seems to be watching the house. While your first instinct is to run and warn everyone, you feel a certain sensation that makes you stop in your tracks before you can even turn around. It’s an odd mixture of sadness and… attraction? Your lips part ever so slightly as you squint your eyes in hopes of seeing the figure better. From here, you’d assume it’s a man, but that’s really all you can determine from afar, except for… a hockey mask? Leaning further in, you aim to press your nose against the window, but your hand misses the counter and you stumble, barely catching yourself to not fall flat against the see-through surface. You blink in shock, and when you look back at the forest, he’s gone.

“I’m close, are you?” Mark asks, breathing heavily, inhaling the scent Donghyuck’s neck gives off. The younger responds with a needy moan that makes Mark’s hips stutter. Two, three more thrusts and Mark can feel Donghyuck’s dick pump, spilling all over the older’s hand, which then trigger’s Mark own high. Breathing heavily, they ride it out together until the sensations subside and reality slowly comes back to them.

Mark clears his throat, slowly moving away, tugging himself back into his boxers despite the sticky mess, and adjusts his glasses. Donghyuck pulls his sweatpants up as well, briefly grimacing at the feeling of his release seeping into the fabric. He clears his throat awkwardly. In the same moment, you reenter the living room. “Guys, I think I just saw something out there–,” you stop in your tracks, looking upon the scene. Both guys are panting, slightly red in the face, and the stains on their shirts and pants are incredibly obvious. “Did you guys..?”

“You love it when Nana rides you, hm? Fuck, I wish you could suck my fucking cock,” Jaemin grunts, goosebumps forming on his arms. Who’d decided to leave the window open?

“Love it, fuck, I love it,” Jeno nods needily, taking one of Jaemin’s hands in his and guiding his thumb into his mouth. Jaemin grins, “that’s a good boy…” In response, Jeno snaps his hips upwards faster to meet Jaemin’s movement. The younger moans, lost in the feeling, he throws his head back, his hips move faster and faster, Jeno sucks his thumb deeper into his mouth when suddenly a squelching noise interrupts the movements. Jeno’s eyes snap open at the stop of Jaemin’s hips, and he is met with gut-wrenching horror. Through the middle of Jaemin’s chest, almost perfectly center, a blade had been shoved, blood trickling out around the fresh wound. Jeno blinks, his hand coming up to his face splattered with blood. What the fuck is happening? His drug-clouded mind can barely keep up with the horrific view in front of him. Jeno screeches when the blade is suddenly pulled out, causing Jaemin’s body to slump backwards, and Jeno scrambles to get out from under its weight, and in front of him Jeno sees a large, broad figure with a hockey mask.

“What the fuck?!” Jeno yells, barely able to pull his boxers back up as he scoots against the headboard. The figure tilts its head minimally, the eye-holes in the hockey mask displaying nothing but darkness. Jeno’s eyes dart back to Jaemin, his breath speeding up. “He’s dead, he’s fucking dead, you killed him- you-“

The figure turns its head to look at the body as well, then its gaze zeros in on Jeno who thankfully connects the dots and scrambles away at the last possible second before the blood-soaked blade of the machete crashes into the headboard. Jeno almost trips as he rushes out of the room, slamming the door behind him in hopes that that would slow the killer down somehow, and manages to get down the stairs to where Donghyuck, Mark and you are scattered throughout the living room.

You jump at the sudden noise, immediately noticing the blood all over Jeno.

“Ah, sex induced nose bleed?” Donghyuck jokes.

“That shouldn’t be a thing, go see a doctor,” Mark points out.

“You go see a doctor for your know-it-all-itis,” Donghyuck retorts.

“Jeno?” You ask, seeing him paler than usual and unfocused.

“Jaemin’s..,” he pauses to blink, then looks back upstairs to make sure he’s not been followed, “…dead.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” Mark asks. You look concerned.

“’s this guy and he,” Jeno mimics the movements he’d just witnessed.

You gulp. “Wait, a guy? What’d he look like?”

“Hockey mask.”

“Okay, okay,” Mark paces around the living room, thinking, “you’re telling me Jaemin’s body’s up there? And a like 7 foot guy with a machete and a mask? Okay, okay…”

Jeno sniffles at the mention of Jaemin. You gulp. Could you have prevented this?

Donghyuck, in the meantime, lights another joint, blowing the smoke into the air. “Bullshit,” he simply says, he’s been saying that for the past three minutes, but doesn’t elaborate.

“Tools, we need weapons, we need…” Mark mumbles, then stops, “didn’t we see a shed? Maybe there’s like gardening tools like an axe or something?”

“Bro, don’t go out there, it’s potentially dangerous,” you reason, gazing back down the hallway to the kitchen.

“How about we drive away?” Mark suggests, “get to safety, come back tomorrow and get the police involved.”

“Police? Dude, house’s full of weed,” Donghyuck argues.

“Would you rather die?” Jeno speaks up, getting up from being hunched over on the couch.

“No one’s gonna die,” Donghyuck says calmly, getting up and walking around the room to look up the stairs. “There’s no one here.”

“I’m gonna go get tools from the shed,” Mark announces, “I’m not waiting around like a sheep.”

“I really don’t think that’s– Mark!” You call out, put he’s already marched out the terrace door.

“Tools, tools, shed! I’m calmly walking to the shed. It’s a normal night and the shed is close-by. Nothing is dangerous and I am not brave because this isn’t dangerous,” Mark tells himself out loud as he steps down the small path toward the garden shed on the lawn, hoping that being in denial might calm his heart rate. It doesn’t. Without any harm done to his person, he arrives at the small wooden building. He pushes the door open and searches for the light switch, but is met with a lack thereof. Why would it have a light, normally people don’t go in there at night to retrieve self defense tools for an incident involving a masked murderer. To his surprise, he finds a flashlight on a shelf by the door. He grabs it and turns it on.

The inside of the shed is surprisingly organized and, most importantly, not filled with a murderer, Mark realizes as he takes a look around with the beam of the flashlight illuminating some of the interior. “Okay, okay, what could kill someone?” He mumbles, scanning through the shelves. His eyes drop to a screwdriver sitting on top of a tool box, but he dismisses it. When he makes eye contact with an axe, the light of the flashlight flickers, then goes out. Mark curses, shaking it and even smacking it against the palm of his hand, but all it does is flicker, then nothing. “Long lasting battery life,” Mark mumbles sarcastically, reaching forward to where he can faintly make out the axe. It’s then when he feels a presence. He freezes. “Hello?” The flashlight flickers on again. Immediately, Mark turns to look behind him, but there’s nothing. He exhales shakily and turns back around, noticing the screwdriver is missing. He blinks.

Again, he turns back around and is met with the sight of an enormous chest. Slowly, he looks up, the flashlight flickers, and he looks directly into a pair of empty eyes behind a hockey mask.

“Okay, dude, please, look, I don’t know what you want, my family has money, anything, please, just–“ but the next thing he feels is a sharp pain in his forehead and a gush of warm liquid running down his nose. He barely manages to cross his eyes to be met with the handle of a screwdriver before the lights go out.

In the living room, the mood is generally anxious, except for Donghyuck who casually glances out of the large terrace windows from time to time. Jeno paces up and down the carpet, and you sit anxiously on the couch, biting at your cuticles. Was this all your fault?

“Where the fuck is he?” Jeno speaks up.

“Probably just a lot to carry,” you try to stay optimistic, but the weary tone in your voice is evident.

Donghyuck opens the terrace door. Both you and Jeno jump to stop him, but it’s too late. “MARK?”

“You fool!” Jeno scolds, stepping closer in an attempt to close the door, but Donghyuck stops him,

“Dude, I’m hot, just leave it,” he argues.

“Donghyuck, step away from the door,” Jeno warns. It appears that he’s ready to use force.

“If you hit me, are you any better than the hockey man?” Donghyuck jokes. Jeno closes his eyes to calm himself down before he actually kills Donghyuck.

“Hyuck! Behind you!” You suddenly screech, pointing, but it’s too late. With a swoosh, the machete flies through the air and with a thump mere seconds later, Donghyuck’s head falls to the carpeted floor, closely followed by the rest of his body collapsing. As fast as your legs can carry you, you and Jeno scurry out the house and towards the car.

“Shit, the keys!” Jeno curses, turning around on his heel and rushing back inside. You follow, unwilling to wait by the car alone.

The masked killer is nowhere to be seen as Jeno rifles through the living room in desperate search of the keys. In shock, you look at Donghyuck’s body by the window, recoiling at the sight. By the time you’ve managed to take your eyes off of the horror, Jeno’s turned the living room upside down, unable to find the keys. “Fuck, I don’t know where he put them,” he curses, throwing a couch cushion behind him.

“Jeno…” you says slowly as the floorboards of the second floor creak loudly.

Jeno whips his head around just in time to see the killer effortlessly throw Jaemin’s body over the railing, causing it to crash to the floor in another blood bath.

“Stop! Stop it,” Jeno cries out, and for reasons that are beyond you, rushes toward Jaemin’s lifeless form. You stand in shock, pressed to the wall, as the killer slowly makes his way down the stairs. Jeno drops to his knees. “Stop.. stop hurting him.”

You gulp, unmoving, tears pooling in your eyes. You turn away as the inevitable happens, and you merely here a squelching sound accompanied by a grunt, then a thump.

Renjun, by no means, has any problems getting girls – or guys, for that matter, but that shall not be of importance for the time being. Every time he as much as wears something close to a crop top outside, there will be at least 10 people staring, and one asking for his number. He also doesn't mind going on dates, but after the second date max, he realizes that, no, this person is not for him. And he's fine with that. He just has to wait for the right person to come around. The only problem: he is a (self-diagnosed) romantic. He needs to be deeply in love to get intimate, or that's what he thinks, at least. And what makes it a real problem is that he is just so horny all the time.

He just wishes there was someone to explore with, someone to lead him a little, someone he can dive into this 'mommy'-thing with that he's found once (late at night, scrolling through twitter porn) that made him cry and orgasm intensely.

Renjun thought it was hopeless. 26 years of his life had passed, and there was still nothing going on in the sheets except for his own shenanigans.

Well, that was until you showed up.

One minute, he hangs out at the local cafe with his friends, talking about uni, gossip, and recent sexual adventures (not that he has any, but they do), and the next you just walk in. Renjun vividly remembers getting whiplash from how quickly he turned his head to have a double-take at you. And just his luck, you sat down with his friends because apparently you know Jaemin from one of your gender studies courses.

Apart from a tiny little mention of his name as you asked everyone what you should call them, he doesn't get a word out. He just stares, and obviously at that. So obvious that even Donghyuck pointed it out when they left the cafe hours later. But Renjun didn't mind getting teased about it. All he does the rest of the day, the whole night and over the entire expanse of the following week is think about how cool you are, how hot and pretty, and how lovely you smelled of cherries.

The next encounter doesn't take long to happen, which could partly be because Renjun insist on spending an unnatural amount of time with Jaemin now, just because there could be the slight chance of coincidentally running into you again. And it happens, more sooner than later, when Renjun waits outside the philosophy building of the university you both go to, waving big at Jaemin until you appear behind the younger. Never in his life had Renjun started sweating so quickly, pulling his hand down immediately.

"Yooooo," Jaemin chants, pulling Renjun into a manly hug, but Renjun can just gulp. Why do you have to look so cool? And hot? He genuinely wants you to step on him, especially when you smile at him and wave your hand.

"Renjun was it, right?"

Sirens go off in Renjun's head. You remember his name. You remember him. He quickly catches himself and smiles, nodding. Maybe it's just him seeing things, but he is almost sure your eyes lingered on him a bit longer than they had to.

Jaemin throws his arm around Renjun's shoulders, and Renjun doesn't mind at all that he is noticeably smaller. Maybe you like that. Maybe he likes that he appears small around you. His eyes fall to the platforms of your shoes, and he deducts that you're probably around his own height. Why does that make his tummy feel all tingly?

The walk to the bus stop is not as awkward as Renjun would've thought. You seem pretty extroverted, talking freely with Jaemin about whatever (Renjun doesn't pay attention) and even include him every once in a while. Sadly, you all have to part at the bus stop. Just as you arrive, your bus stops at the bus stop and you wave them goodbye.

Renjun almost jumps three meters into the air. The number on the bus shows 323. His birthday! That's a sign, right? The universe wants for you to have your way with him. Renjun is mere seconds away from running to the next tattoo shop to get the numbers engraved into his flesh.

After that, he doesn't really have it in him to pay much attention to Jaemin, and he would feel sorry for it if there was anything in his head except for thoughts of you, and to his upmost surprise, they weren't all naughty. A bit later, on the bus home, Renjun makes it his mission to scroll through all of Jaemin’s 1k followers on Instagram in hopes of finding you in the midst of them.

His heart skips a beat as he does, and he scrolls through your posts for a bit until deciding that he should just shoot his shot. He follows you, then opens the direct messages to hit you up.

What should he say?

"Hi! This is Renjun! Found you amongst Jaemin’s followers lol"

No. Too obvious. Too needy. You don't have to know that he stalked his way to your profile. So he deletes the message.

"Heyyyy."

No. Why so many 'y's? He deletes it.

"Hey."

Sounds like he hates you and doesn't care about you. He deletes it.

"Heyy."

Okay ew. He deletes it.

"Good afternoon! To my upmost enjoyment, your profile winked at me from the suggestions. Let me know if it bothers you at all that I'm messaging you-"

He can't even finish typing that one before deleting it all, and he doesn't even want to address everything that's wrong with that message. He sighs, then locks his phone and stares out the window. It can't be that hard to formulate a good message. He sighs once again, then picks up his phone to try again, only to see that you followed him back and sent a message.

His heart visibly pumps out of his chest, stretching his skin like in a cartoon, and heat shoots up into his cheeks. He is the luckiest man in the world. It's meant to be! He quickly opens the message to see what you said.

"hi 😸"

Ugh. An emoji. Why didn't he think of that? He quickly replies with:

"Saw you in the suggestions :D"

and cringes immediately after. But you seem to not mind at all as you double tap the message to mark it with a little red heart. Renjun wants you in him. What?

"are u gonna be at jeno's tomorrow?"

Renjun wants to hug the universe. You're hinting at the small get together Jeno's hosting the next day, an evening full of one movie, alcoholic beverages and foods that will make Renjun question whether he's lactose intolerant or if that was just too oily for his poor digestive system. Sometimes, they even play funny drinking games, and Renjun wonders what will happen if you're there...

"Yep! You?"

Yep. Yep?! Who says yep?!

"see u there 😻"

Renjun feels like his entire world is revolving around you. A cat emoji with heart eyes? He wants that tattooed as well. He wants that printed on a shirt. He wants to buy new wallpapers for his room with this stupid emoji on them.

Now he only needs to wait... and figure out what to wear.

______

Renjun rings the doorbell to Jeno's house a bit later than usual. Admittedly, it's taken a bit longer for him to get ready because he might have shaved for this. Who knows! His heart stops as it's you who opens the door for him.

"Renjun! Glad you made it!" You suddenly pull him into a hug and Renjun feels his eyes roll back. "They already started the movie," you inform him further, all while Renjun is still hazy from your cherry scent.

"Nice outfit," you compliment. Indeed, it is a nice outfit, and Renjun is more than thrilled that it caught your attention just like he planned.

"Thank you," he finally gets out as he takes off his shoes by the entrance. He follows you inside and takes a seat next to Donghyuck who throws him a knowing glance which Renjun ignores. Throughout the movie, Renjun keeps stealing glances, and he is honestly surprised you haven't noticed and reported him yet.

The movie ends, and Renjun, the usual film geek, has no idea what even happened. He just likes watching you munch on cherry jelly, popping them into your mouth. God, how he wishes it were his cherry you popped.

"I bet you wish it was your cherry she popped," Donghyuck quietly remarks with a grin. Renjun looks at him with furrowed brows.

"I wish you died right now."

"Hah, good one. Just like in the movie." Donghyuck pats his back before getting up to get a drink. Renjun is just confused. What kind of movie was that?

Although, he can't dwell on that for too long as Jaemin pushes a drink into his hand. Everyone gathers around once again, this time in a circle. It is time.

Jaemin suggests to play 'Truth or Dare' and everyone seems to be okay with that.

"Okay, Truth or Dare?" Jaemin asks Jeno who is currently sipping on his vodka red bull.

"Dare," he quickly says, and Jaemin takes a second to think. It gives Renjun some time to stare at you, the way you sit there, nonchalantly, with your legs crossed and a drink in your hand. Renjun wonders if anyone's ever thanked your parents for making such a gorgeous child. It's obvious you weren't just made with a quick nut, but by making love.

"Take your shirt off," Jaemin finally says, and Jeno rolls his eyes, but complies.

"That's just gay, Jaemin," Donghyuck remarks.

"And so am I," Jaemin replies with a big grin as he watches Jeno fold his shirt messily. Any other day, Renjun would've giggled at Jaemin and Jeno's little bromance thing, but today he can only analyze the way you seem to not take any interest in Jeno's nudity. He wonders if that's a good sign, that you're not into big, athletic guys like Jeno. Or maybe you're just not into guys.

"Truth or Dare?" Jeno asks Donghyuck.

"Dare," Donghyuck says as well, winking at no one in particular. Renjun watches as your lips wrap around your straw and even though there is a massive size difference (!!), his eyebrows quivering, eyes gazing dreamily as he wonders just what it would look like if you-

"Renjun!"

"Huh?"

"Truth or Dare?" Donghyuck repeats. Renjun can't believe he's been so out of it that he missed out on Donghyuck's dare. He feels his ears getting hot and he takes a quick sip of the too strong drink Jaemin made him and scrunches his face at the burn.

"Truth?" He decides on, and immediately regrets sitting next to Donghyuck.

"Do you have a mommy kink?" Donghyuck says immediately, as if he's been planning this moment for weeks, as if he's waited for Renjun to pick Truth. Renjun briefly closes his eyes, then turns his head to glare at Donghyuck who smirks evilly.

"Maybe." Renjun says.

"That's-"

"It's the truth! I don't know for sure!" Renjun defends himself, his eyebrows shooting up as he does so. And it is true. As aforementioned, he just saw it, like, once, and then looked it up, like, maybe 30 more times and perhaps he really enjoys what he's seen so far but! He can never be certain unless he tried it, right?

Donghyuck sighs as the lack of gossip and teasing material he got out of this answer and leans back in defeat. Renjun doesn't know if it's good or bad that he missed your reaction to the whole topic.

______

Renjun lies awake on the floor of Jeno's bedroom (he had earned this luxurious spot in a fair game of Rock Paper Scissors). He knows you are just one room over in the guest room since everyone agreed that you should not have to sleep in a room full of guy farts.

He ponders for a reason to go over there and pay you a visit. Well, the pressure in his lower parts is, for him personally, reason enough to slip into the guest room and beg for you to take his virginity then and there, but, obviously, that's not an objective outlook on things.

Jeno snores loudly beside him and he sighs, getting up from the floor, stretching his limbs that are already sore after... ?! 12 minutes of laying on the ground, he realizes with wide eyes as he checks his phone. Damn, he's really getting old...

Not without tripping over Jeno's gym bag by the door and smashing cheek forward into the wooden door with a loud smack that surprisingly doesn't wake Jeno from his peaceful, yet loud slumber, Renjun manages to slip out of the room, the door squeaking loudly, and he curses Jeno for living in the most annoying house ever.

Renjun steps over to the kitchen, not even bothering to walk quietly because if his entire encounter with Jeno's room door didn't wake everyone on the block, his graceful stride over to a bottle of water surely won't either. At the far end of the hallway, he notices the kitchen lights are turned on, and before he can make a mental note to yell at everyone excluding you in the morning for not caring about the planet, he notices there is actually someone in there.

"He-" he says, voice freezing as he is met with you in all your glory. "Hey..." he finishes, clearing his throat.

"Did you fall?" You ask as you turn around, pointing to his reddened cheek.

Renjun feels himself having an actual flashback to the moment he kissed Jeno's room door and cringes at the fresh memory. "No," he lies, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his neck and into the back of his pajama shirt.

"Then what brings you here?" You smile.

"Water." Renjun gestures into the vague direction of the fridge, pretending like his voice didn't just tremble weirdly. You smile, then hand him a bottle. Your fingers graze his ever so slightly and Renjun has to flex every single muscle in his body at once to not moan. "Thanks," he creaks out instead. He aims to casually lean against the counter as he takes a sip, but miscalculates the distance and crashes his hip against the hard surface with a loud thud.

"You okay?" You grin.

"Yep. I'm just cool, just chilling," Renjun shrugs nonchalantly as if he's not feeling a bruise starting to form.

You chuckle, "you're cute."

Renjun's breath stops, his heart stops and his brain stops as well, and it takes everything in him to merely smile coyly and not drop to the ground and kiss your feet. "Ya think?" He smirks, and a very, very repressed part of his brain notes that he is going to think about this super cringe moment every night as he's trying to fall asleep from now on.

"Yeah," you smile, "you're kinda weird... I like guys like that."

YOU LIKE GUYS LIKE THAT?! If this were a cartoon, Renjun's head would turn into a siren and start spinning.

"Well, I can be a lot weirder if you want me to," Renjun replies coolly, then realizes what that must've sounded like, "I mean... in the sense that- ... uh.."

You chuckle and take a step towards him. Renjun freezes, and as he imagines what could happen right now, he quickly begins hardening in his pants.

"I like you," you say simply and Renjun hopes that in his next life, he can be as nonchalant as you.

"Yeah?" Renjun cheeps, "like me? Like how?"

You tilt your head as you stop right in front of him. Renjun is sure you can feel and hear his heart hammering in his chest. "I like you as in... I'm attracted to you."

Oh, mamma... it's happening. Renjun's throat dries up so fast that all he can do is nod, which he does very quickly and unnecessarily long, but you don't seem to mind.

"Are you nervous?" You ask, placing a hand on the counter next to him and Renjun feels his head spin.

"A little..." he brings out, breathing already a bit heavier as his gaze unmistakably runs over your body. He can almost make out your curves underneath your oversized shirt, and he is so thankful that his boxers are tight enough to hold everything back from poking into you right now.

"Do you maybe... wanna sleep over in the guest room?"

YES!!! YES!!!!!!! Y E S !!!!

"S-sure," Renjun brings out despite the voices in his head setting his brain on fire. You smile and take his hand, and Renjun makes a mental note to never wash it again before you pull him along into the guest room and close the door behind you.

Renjun takes a deep breath. Okay, this seems to be happening. He knows how this works. He knows roughly where the clit is located. Foreplay, penetration, confessing his undying love, orgasm. What?

You pat the bed next to you and Renjun moves to sit down.

"I think I should tell you that... I'm not exactly experienced," Renjun suddenly blurts out. Yes, maybe that was dumb and you'll find him pathetic and call him a fucking virgin like those kids in Fortnite lobbies, but he can't just- he needs you to show him.

"Meaning?" You smile, and your lack of harsh insults eases Renjun’s mind a bit.

"Meaning... we have to start from scratch."

“You’re a virgin?” Your eyebrows rise, but you still look friendly. "Are you sure you-"

"Yes." He cuts you off, then takes a breath, "sorry... yes, I'm sure. I haven't felt like this about anyone ever before..."

"You mean, horny?"

He blinks at you. "Yes."

"Oh," you grin, "well... if you're sure... I'd be happy to be your first."

Renjun blinks. Okay, this is happening. Before he can overthink this, he leans in and kisses you, and to his upmost joy, you reciprocate the kiss without any hesitation. Renjun notes that besides your lips being incredibly soft, this feels much different than his last kiss at summer camp where all he could think about was how dangerously close his braces were to the other person’s. His eyes roll back, his heart speeds up when you break the kiss to move your lips down his neck, mumbling something about how he can stop you if it’s getting to much, and that he should communicate his needs, but his hands are already unbuttoning his own shirt and pulling it off. The weight between his legs is getting unbearable, and rather than savoring this moment and every new sensation, his dick is screaming at him to just please, please hurry and get it wet.

“Someone’s eager,” you tease as you pull back so Renjun can remove your shirt, but he barely register’s your voice at the sight of your breasts coming into view. He lets out a sound akin to a whimper, way beyond the line of caring about his dignity, and besides, he trusts you to be mature enough to not speak ill of him once this is all over.

“Go on, touch,” you encourage, and it feels like his palms are magnets and your boobs are made of cobalt with the way he immediately engulfs the flesh and squeezes gently.

The next few moments feel like a daze in which Renjun faintly remembers scooting up onto the mattress to lay down with you, clothes flying through the air, and your hand slowly making its way down his body until-

“Fuck…” Renjun gasps as soon as your finger tips make contact with his erection. You chuckle, and Renjun is surprised that a chuckle could be considered seductive.

“Yeah? Feels good? I’m not going too fast?” You say softly, and Renjun shakes his head. “Too slow,” he croaks out, then groans softly as you wrap your hand around his dick and begin squeezing carefully and stroking up and down slowly. His eyes close on their own, but his world keeps spinning, his brain taken over by lust and nothing else. Your hand alone feels good, so good, that he can’t even imagine what it will be like once he’s finally inside you. He feels so good and so safe that-

“Mommy…”

Renjun freezes.

What the fuck was that?!

But while his mind is fighting between snapping his head up to look at you with wide eyes, curling into a ball of shame, pretending it didn’t happen, or just simply dying altogether, you speak up. “Are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy?”

Oh.

Oh God.

If it were possible, his dick would’ve gotten 120% harder from that.

“Yeah…” he whimpers, feeling himself drown in this feeling of submitting to you mentally as he buries his face in your neck. And you just keep stroking him while smelling so deliciously of fucking cherries. “Mommy, I wanna…,” he pauses as a brief hint of shame comes over him. This is new, and his brain has not caught up about whether he should be embarrassed or not.

“What do you want?” You ask, your voice harboring a mix of softness and subtle dominance. It sends a shiver down his spine.

“Wanna.. fuck you,” he admits quietly, finally finding the courage somewhere within him to lift his head and look up at you, lids heady with lust.

“Wanna fuck me? Hm? You wanna fuck Mommy?” You says with a seriousness that makes all his embarrassment float out the window. Fuck yes, he wants to fuck Mommy.

With his newfound confidence, he manages to lift himself up a little, getting on top of you. “Yeah, ‘wanna make Mommy feel good…” And as if the Gods of Sex took over his body, Renjun’s hand sneaks between your legs, and based on your reaction, magically finds all the right spots to touch. He can feel how wet you are, and despite never having done this before, his admittedly clumsy movements seem to be getting positive reactions out of you. He even dares to insert a digit, then two. “Mommy’s so wet for me…”

A grin pulls at the corner of your mouth, not in a mocking way or as if you’re not taking the situation seriously, but genuinely enjoying the interaction. “Mommy wants your pretty dick, Renjun…”

He does not need to be told twice. “Mommy thinks my dick is pretty?” He wants you to confirm, retracting his hand as he settles between your legs and doesn’t hesitate to get ahold of his dick and brushing the tip over your folds before looking up into your eyes where he’s met with nothing but pure desire.

“Very, very pretty,” you confirm, exhaling shakily at the thought of getting filled by him, Renjun assumes. Still, he throws you a last questioning glance to which you nod before he finally, finally lines himself up with your entrance and slowly push inside.

Behind his eyes, fireworks go off, a cherry pops, and he groans loudly. “Fuck, Mommy, feels so good…”

You moan softly at the intrusion, welcoming the length of him by sucking him deeper and deeper until he bottoms out. “My God..” Is all you manage to let out, briefly closing your eyes at the feeling. Experimentally, Renjun gives a gently thrust, earning a moan from you in response, then another with the same result. He begins a careful pace, still a bit unsure about how exactly this works, but at the same time it feels like nature’s taking over for him, his hips rocking into you by instinct alone. Once he’s found his rhythm, he meets your gaze. You look like you’re enjoying this, and the sounds you’re letting out are like music to his ears, but Renjun desperately wants to feel you come before he does.

“Mommy,” he begins, causing you to lift your head and look at him lustfully. He gulps, then manages to bring out, “teach me how to make you come…”

You exhale shakily once again, your teeth catching your lip as a soft grin forms. “You wanna make Mommy come, hm?” He feels you take ahold of his hand, leading it between your legs. With your finger on his, you guide his movements on your clit, and Renjun feels dizzy from how little blood is in his brain. “Touch Mommy here…”

Renjun notices you angling your hips differently, his dick now brushing against your upper walls with renewed precision, as he is told to speed up.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” you gasp, “just like that… don’t stop.”

Renjun faintly remembers that this means to keep doing exactly what he’s doing, don’t speed up, don’t change anything, just keep going. And so he does, pushing the urgency of his own orgasm to the back of his mind. You have to come first. “Mommy… Mommy..” The increased speed makes it harder and harder for him to hold back. He doesn’t even know whether he’s allowed to come inside you, he didn’t even ask about birth control–

“Mommy, please,” he practically begs, feeling his muscles tightening at his impending high.

“Mommy’s gonna come… keep going,” you moan, voice almost whiney and desperate at this point.

“Mommy.. can I.. come… inside?” Renjun pants, his free hand holding onto your waist for dear life.

“Sure, sure, yes,” you practically whimper, and Renjun’s brows furrow as he nears his orgasm. He’s just about to warn you when he feels a particularly tight squeeze around his dick, followed by a load moan from you, and that’s all he needs to finally let go.

He comes, harder than ever, and it feels like it’s going on forever. He doesn’t care about bow loud he is, how many pathetic whimpers of “Mommy…” escape his lips, until he feels the muscle contractions subside.

He doesn’t know where his when he comes to his senses, blinking a bunch of times to be able to take in his surroundings. There’s Jeno’s guest room, and you, and you’re naked, panting and grinning, and he’s still buried inside you.

“Holy shit,” he manages.

“I have to say, exceptional performance for your first time,” you say, sounding almost completely normal, maybe a little out of breath, but nothing compared to Renjun who lets out an awkward chuckle.

“Thanks, um…” he refrains from scratching the back of his head. “Do I just.. pull out?”

You chuckle, “yeah.” And Renjun does, immediately missing the warmth your body’d provided. To be fair, he’s never been a fan of cum, but seeing his own slowly ooze out of you does make him feel something… but the sticky feeling is just yucky.

When a few minutes later everyone finished peeing and cleaning up, you pull Renjun back into the bed of the guest room.

“Want to talk about it?” You offer, scooting over so Renjun can occupy the space under the blanket. Renjun thinks for a moment, feeling at ease and a little cocky as he crosses his arms behind his head.

“I liked it,” he concludes, “I feel like you were the right person for this. Also.. uh,” he shuffles his arms under the blanket, “thank you for.. playing along, I guess?”

“My pleasure, really,” you nod, the small distance between you making it feel like a business interaction, but in a good way, somehow…

Renjun grins, “great. Good.”

A brief silence arises.

“So, um,” you start, but Renjun senses what you’re on about. “Don’t worry, I’m not, like, completely in love with you now or anything,” he promises, but notices a hint of a heavy feeling in his chest at those words, “but, like, I mean, if you’d be into that, I wouldn’t mind.. seeing you again… outside of this group of edge lords, I mean.”

He earns a brief splutter of a laugh from you at his choice of words that makes his chest swell with pride, for some reason.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all actually…”

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The next morning, Renjun is woken up by the shrill sounds of laughter coming from the kitchen, which, per se, is no unusual scene to wake up to. Though, given the circumstances of last nights events and their audio levels potentially breaching the thin walls of this forsaken house, Renjun is immediately met with a twinge of anxiety. He takes a look over at you, who’s smiling back without a care in the world. Well, it’s not you who’d never live down the teasing.

“Ah, there they are,” Jaemin greets as you and Renjun enter the kitchen.

“Missed you when I woke up and didn’t stumble over your body,” Jeno remarks with a grin.

“Yeah, kinda slept elsewhere because your floors are not exactly comfortable,” Renjun tries to bite back, but he has to admit, it was a weak defense.

“Mhm, we noticed,” Jaemin grins knowingly. Now that he thinks of it, Jeno is also grinning knowingly, and Donghyuck… don’t get him started on Donghyuck.

“Had fun?” Said friend inquires smugly.

“Ha ha, who has fun sleeping?” Renjun waves him off in a failing attempt of keeping this a secret. You, on the other hand, lean against the counter and push a cold piece of pizza between your lips as you watch the interaction like an innocent bystander.

“You, apparently,” Jeno points.

Renjun sighs, shoulders slumping. He’s given up. “You… didn’t hear us, right?”

Exaggeratedly, and obviously fakely, everyone shakes their heads and negates.

Jaemin pats his shoulder aggressively. “Nah, didn’t hear a thing about you… and Mommy.”

Soonyoung's eyes widen in fear as he hears loud sounds coming from your bed chamber, it's something that sounds like a cat dying, or a duck being tortured, or maybe both. You must be in danger! His entire body goes into alert mode, hasting to open the door to your room. 

As your personal guard, it's his duty to protect you at all costs, so of course he falls face forward through the doorframe to ask if you were doing okay. Although, now, he's a little confused. He imagined to see you lying on the ground holding your foot because you stumbled over the mess you call your room and hurt your ankle, or maybe he would find you fighting off an intruder, that he, Soonyoung, could then kill for you so generously, and as a result have you fan yourself as you thank him with tears in your eyes to which he would only respond with a smug grin and a "ah, that's just my job, princess."

Unfortunately – or fortunately, given the fact that you're not actually in danger – Soonyoung just halts at the doorframe, confusedly looking through your room to find the cause of your screeching, though he finds nothing that could be the source to your fairly mysterious noises, nothing that looks concerning to him (except for the tons of used mugs with red lipstick crescents adorning the tops, your brassiere unabashedly hanging out in the open for him to see and blush over, or your small but impressive collection of bedazzled knives you laid out on the floor the other day to marvel at). He only finds your figure seated on the edge of your bed, night gown still adorning your body as if the sun wasn't tinting the world in a lovely sunset-orange right now, and your back facing him.

Slowly, you turn your head, almost 180 degrees around like an owl to look at the intruder that had so shamelessly interrupted you, features softening as you recognize him as your guard. 

"I'm sorry, princess, I thought you were in danger," Soonyoung explains, bowing at 90 degrees, still utterly confused about what must have happened, but you wave him off.

"Nothing to worry about, Sir Hoshi," you giggle, then sigh and let your back hit the mattress with a soft thud. In your hands, you're holding an oil painting as wide as your arm, now lifting it above you so you're able to look at it again. Soonyoung recognizes the painting immediately, something that is treated similar to a family jewel, but is just less valuable in Soonyoung's eyes. In all honesty, he resents it. 

"Isn't he so handsome?" You sigh dreamily, followed by kicking your feet in the air and giggling like a teenager. Soonyoung stares blankly ahead to refrain from rolling his eyes.

"Of course, princess," he opts to say instead after clearing his throat, "he is your cousin after all." He hopes for you to catch on to the hidden compliment in his sentence, just like he hopes for you to notice his not-so-hidden liking for you in general. 

Although, you seem oblivious and, quite frankly, disinterested in anything that doesn't have fur (this includes your pets and your plushies, as well as your favorite carpet in the library of the castle), or is related to you by blood. Sometimes, Soonyoung wishes to be one of the little furry creatures that you like to take care of, but preferably something that sticks out, something that would earn most of your attention, like a tiger. 

Big and strong and to be feared, able to protect you at all costs while also being absolutely soft and adorable. Yeah, he so wants to be a tiger.

"And he's getting married, have you heard?", you place the painting next to you on your bed because your arms get tired, Soonyoung assumes, and tilt your head upwards to be able to look at him. The angle, admittedly, looks quite uncomfortable which leads Soonyoung to carefully step over the tons of plushies scattered over the floor to stand beside your knees in front of the bed.

"So I have heard, princess," he answers, eyes looking everywhere at once trying to avoid staring at your exposed calves too much. 

"I wish I could get married," you say, then sit up which causes your night gown to somehow fall back down into place which causes Soonyoung to release a relieved stream of air from his lungs he didn't know he was holding. He believes that one day you will drive him crazy with the way you are so careless about your femininity and your God given gift to seduce him.

"I have an idea!" You suddenly blurt out, making Soonyoung jump and instinctively grab onto the hilt of his sword, but relax soon after as he realizes it was only your voice. With excitement, you suddenly grab ahold of his hand, the action causing a flustered blush to rush up to Soonyoung's face, even though there is still his glove separating him from actual skin-on-skin contact with you (this happened only once before and Soonyoung had to pretend to be plagued by a nasty cold for the next three days to compose himself). 

"What about a blind date?" You ask, eyes wide with anticipation, and before Soonyoung can even throw in the question that immediately met his mind (why a blind date when we know each other already?) you ask him to invite the most handsome and marriage-worthy princes from anywhere, really, to have blind dates with you.

"Of course, princess," he says, bowing once more before quickly exiting your room, overly dramatic tears burning in his eyes that he excuses as 'pollen' when the other guard asks him about it. Damn you, and his sad job as your guard who will never be anything more to you.

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Soonyoung stares with a fairly readable expression as the first candidate of your Blind Date Day (you insisted it to be made a national holiday where the whole folk is supposed to go on blind dates, your father had nodded at you with a sweet smile and an 'of course, sweetie', but then wide-eyedly motioned his hand over his throat several times at the courtier while shaking his head when you weren't looking). 

Prince Seungcheol of Daegu, an admittedly handsome man in his mid twenties, currently sits across from you and is the recipient of Soonyoung's jealous stares. Soonyoung knows what you're thinking right now: wow, those dimples, I wish I could fill them with water and bathe in them! 

His hands ball into fists at his sides at the reminder that he doesn't have these charming indents on his face, but, pff, who wants that anyway? At least, he doesn't look like a cheese, or that's what he tells himself to not break down crying at this very moment.

"I like your dimples," you compliment the prince sitting across from you, and Soonyoung holds his breath to not blurt out something he will definitely regret.

"Thank you," Prince Seungcheol of Daegu retorts, smiling sweetly at your pretty person. Soonyoung has to turn his head away at this point to not step in and throw the prince out. Why do you want a prince anyway? Sure, it's common for a princess to marry a prince, but aren't you trying to break traditions? Don't you want a man, a real man, who can protect you and make you feel good? Soonyoung is sure Prince Seungcheol of Daegu must like to be at the receiving end in the bedroom. 

"So, you're from Daegu, right? How is it there?" You ask, but as he opens his mouth to answer, your lunch is brought to the table, causing the prince to jump lightly at the sudden interruption, a detail Soonyoung takes great interest in, especially when you start eating, the knife scratching over the plate making the prince jump once again. 

"I'm sorry, it's just that, in Daegu, there are many protests for human rights at the moment, the common folk attacking members of the palace and putting all of us in unbelievable danger, hence I'm a little sensitive to sudden noises. I apologize," Prince Seungcheol of Daegu explains, and Soonyoung lowers his head to hide the evil grin forming on his face as he waves another guard over to him to whisper into his ear before sending him off hurriedly.

"Oh, that sounds awful, no one should be forced to live under such conditions. I'm so sorry you have to go through this," you say, your voice glazed with genuine concern as you place your hand on the prince's arm. Soonyoung presses his lips into a thin line, trying his best not to let hot steam rush out of both of his ears in anger. Thankfully, the other guard made it just in time before Soonyoung's explosion of jealousy that was definitely threatening to spill out of him in the next minute or so, and a canon can be heard going off nearby.

At the sound, even you jump, concern written all over your face as you look out of the window. Your counterpart screeches, the sound reminding Soonyoung an awful lot of how you sounded the other day when he barged into your room, and tears start streaming down his face. 

"War... war... war is coming," he cries, panic visible in his round eyes, then he excuse himself an hurries out of the building. 

"Oh?" You blink after him, eyebrows scrunching together prettily. The mental high-five Soonyoung gives himself would shake the walls if it were real, but he manages to appear calm, collected and unaffected by the recent events when he leans forward to say something to you. "They're doing canon drills, I'm assuming. Nothing to worry about, princess."

"I'm fine, thank you," you respond with a gentle smile and a quick gaze into his eyes which melts Soonyoung's knees to a puddle of goo.

"You, know, princess," he responds, the shake in his voice almost giving away his intentions, "I don't mean to get involved, but... a husband– a future king!– who is scared of canons? That doesn't sound like a smart choice."

"You're right," you nod, taking his hand in yours and look at him again, and Soonyoung immediately starts sweating, then you add with a faint hint of sadness in your voice, "and apart from that, I don't think he's coming back."

"You will find the one, princess. Maybe he is right here." Soonyoung tells you with a blush adorning his cheeks. You tilt your head at him questioningly, and Soonyoung simply waits until you either get distracted by something or finally realize that he is in love with you and, on top of that, the perfect husband… apart from his occupation. 

Suddenly, your eyes light up, and Soonyoung cracks a little smile himself. "Ahh, that's right! Because the next one is just outside!"

The smile drops from his face and shatters on the ground.

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

"What was your name again, prince?"

"Hansol."

"Right," you smile brightly, placing your chin on your intertwined fingers. Soonyoung watches the scene unfold, not at all liking the way you seem so smitten over the handsome prince from overseas. Although, he likes the way the prince's gazes fly solely out the window, and – for reasons that are far beyond Soonyoung – he seems not to be taking any interest in you. 

"And this extraordinary leg wear you are sporting, what might that be?" You try again, trying to finally strike a conversation with the handsome prince.

"Jorts."

"Fabulous," you smile, but it soon fades when Prince Hansol of New York does not take any kind of initiative to keep this conversation going. Soonyoung is – for a lack of a better word – flabbergasted that Prince Hansol of New York is not proposing to you on the spot. A silence arises that Soonyoung definitely appreciates. What he does not appreciate, on the other hand, is the frown that's plastered on your pretty face. No one, and he means no one (!!!) is allowed to make his princess feel bad. But before he can step in, words that brighten his day leave your mouth.

"I don't think this is-"

"Yep. Catch ya later. Cheerio," it sounds from Prince Hansol of New York as he is already out the door. Not once had Soonyoung seen a human being move this fast, almost at the speed of light, it appears, and he is tempted to sprint after the prince so he can teach him. Sadly, his big ego blocks his way by standing broadly in the door frame. 

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

"You can laugh! It's a joke!" You grin brightly at the new prince sitting across from you, a fairly small fella, Soonyoung noted as soon as he stepped in, which does wonders to Soonyoung's self-esteem built on nothing but pure physical superiority. 

"I don't get it." 

"Oh... do they not have those down in Busan?" You frown, then quickly clarify, "jokes, I mean?"

"Life is too short to waste it with such nonsense as humor," Prince Ji Hoon of Busan replies sternly, and Soonyoung wonders if his face is always as cold and stiff as it is now. In his humble opinion, this prince isn't a good match for you either, given your cheerful nature that makes his insides tingle with butterflies – black, muscular and manly butterflies, of course. 

"Well, then what are you doing when you're not busy looking handsome," you flirt, and Soonyoung feels his eye twitch and teeth grit; he feels ready to jump Prince Ji Hoon of Busan, deliver one or two good punches right into his oh so handsome face, and throw him all the way back to where they make a living from stealing from the ocean. 

"I am able to multitask," Prince Ji Hoon of Busan confirms, then shows the hint of a smile. "Although, there is something I like to engage in in my free time."

"And what might that be?" You seem a little too happy about the fact that Prince Ji Hoon of Busan does seem to be capable of basic human emotions, Soonyoung notes with squinted eyes. Although, what follows dissolves the density in his shoulders within seconds.

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

"A Belieber, can you beliebe it?" You grin, and Soonyoung exaggerates his amusement over the joke a tad too much. His croaking laughter dies down immediately as the next candidate is welcomed, and he takes his original place half-behind half-next to you, his posture straightening and his chest puffing out to assert dominance.

"Good day, I am Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan," Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan introduces himself, then sits down across from you. A sound perplexes Soonyoung, and you as well, judging by the way your eyes widen in concern.

"Did you just-"

"Sorry for the thunder from down under," Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan bows, "I am lactose intolerant."

Soonyoung has no idea what that means. But, well, he has never been to school, so. 

"Isn't there-" you halt at another roaring sound, "anything you can do about it?"

"Sadly, lactase pills have not been invented yet," Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan confirms, "of course I could stop consuming dairy products, but-"

Another toot.

"- sorry, but it just tastes so good! Have you ever had this- it is the milk of a cow paired with a foreign fruit. It is upmost delicious." Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan hands you a cup that you hesitantly take. Soonyoung is quick to stop you from sipping at the alien substance, asking the taster to confirm that it is not poisoned. After suspiciously eyeing the taster and Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan for a good minute, he lets you continue.

"Oh, it is good!" You confirm, and Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan farts. "What is this.. this fruit..?"

"It's a banana."

"Ba- banana..." you repeat slowly. Soonyoung is suspicious. How on God's flat Earth had Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan gotten his hands on such a foreign fruit? With narrowed eyes, he scans the prince up and down. "And how, if I may ask, did you get your hands on this... brewage?" You ask interestedly, and Soonyoung is ready to cancel all your other dates because him and you are obviously soulmates. Obviously.

"I mixed it together myself," Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan informs with a proud grin before leaning in to whisper. Soonyoung mirrors the action of leaning in, not risking missing a single sound another man might make in your presence, even if it's just gas. 

"I'm fairly good at making potions," Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan reveals.

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

In hindsight, Soonyoung might be exaggerating if he claimed to have seen a purple glimmer in Prince Jeonghan of Ulsan's eyes that reflected Soonyoung's own death in the prince's pupils, but he acted quickly, pointing, and shouting "witch!" which lead to the prince being escorted immediately.

Still, after the incident, you took the rest of the day off, too shaken up to continue your blind dates. Soonyoung, of course, did not leave your side, insisting on standing creepily at the foot of your bed until you fell asleep. 

The next day, you seem to be all healed from the shock of the previous day, sitting at the table with a lovely tune on your lips that makes Soonyoung's knees go weak- uh! Not weak, obviously... just a little less superhumanly strong than usual. Yeah.

The next prince that enters shocks even Soonyoung with his handsome exterior... um, in a very straight and manly way. Yes, Soonyoung is so straight that he can appreciate the looks of another man without being gay. That's how straight and manly he is.

"Greetings, princess. Allow me to introduce my person: I am Prince Wonwoo of Changwon," he says and bows deeply. You sigh dreamily. Soonyoung begins quivering with jealousy.

And, much to Soonyoung's dismay, the conversation between you and the prince goes fairly well compared to... everyone else. No farting, no witchcraft… apart from you not being able to follow the articulation of the prince, and him being slightly annoyed at having to dumb his speech down for you, this looks like it could be a success. And that Soonyoung has to prevent at all costs.

He notices one of Prince Wonwoo of Changwon's servants looking out the window anxiously, and he decides that it is worth checking out, even if it means abandoning spying on your conversation for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Soonyoung asks as he approaches the servant, who looks up at him.

"Ah... dogs," he replies, pointing out the window to where the hunting dogs are being trained at the very moment.

"Yes, those are dogs," Soonyoung confirms, drawing a bit of a blank.

"Prince Wonwoo of Changwon is deadly afraid of dogs," the servant explains and Soonyoung acts as if he had known all along. After another (too) long moment of staring at the heart-eyes you’re making at Prince Wonwoo of Changwon, Soonyoung has seen enough. It is time to show you that you need a strong, fearless man by your side, one that can protect you from… well, mostly other men. 

But before Soonyoung can even call over another guard to ask him to subtly let the dogs out to shred Prince Wonwoo of Changwon to pieces, he hears you exclaim an exasperated scoff. All his muscles tense to prepare for beheading whoever just offended you. 

“You don’t believe in love at first sight?!” 

Prince Wonwoo of Changwon chuckles. “Well, the statistics suggest that love demands a depth that can only develop over time to become an unbreakable bond through trust and–“

Soonyoung observes your brows to be knitted deeply and your arms to be crossed in a way that most certainly won’t bring about a marriage any time soon, and he for once allows his toes to happily wiggle within his shoes made of cowhide. And as you begin to sternly shake your head, within seconds, Soonyoung has materialized next to Prince Wonwoo of Changwon and escorted him out with a giddy, yet manly feeling in his chest.

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

From this moment on, your swooning is kept to a minimum since, as you told Soonyoung, you do not want to make your decision until you really know the person. Soonyoung appreciates that after the previous disaster of your counterpart not believing in love at first sight, you want to wait for a deeper connection. How foolish, thinks Soonyoung, of Prince Wonwoo of Changwon, to not fall in love with you at first sight, but at the same time, he is glad that it seems that every single prince has something about them that you won’t like. And in the end… in the end it will only be him!

“Next is…,” Soonyoung reads off of a comically large paper roll as if he could actually read, “Prince Seokmin of Yangin.”

The door swings open, revealing the widest grin that had ever been grinned in the entire historiography of the human race on a handsome face. Soonyoung tilts his head and raises a brow. How could so much energy fit into a man that is clearly at least a centimeter smaller than him?

“Hello!! I-“

“No.”

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

The next morning, Soonyoung feels fairly good about himself and the entire situation. Even though he’d only gotten a few hours of sleep, he’d also gotten to talk with you deep into the night at the most romantic place in the entire castle: the tallest tower overlooking the execution site. You’d talked about what you wanted in a man, and how you felt a bit hopeless considering that all men seemed to be “dross”. 

But his mood changes quickly with the arrival of the next prince because Prince Joshua of LA so far appears to be a total gentleman who makes you giggle every few minutes with how funny he is. Soonyoung, when no one is looking, sticks his tongue out at him. 

“Alright, Prince Joshua,” you say in your perfect soft voice that makes Soonyoung want to melt into the floor, “I have to admit, you’re a great candidate so far.” You send Soonyoung a hopeful glance and he quickly retracts his tongue and nods professionally. “How would you feel about spending the night in the palace to go on a real date tomorrow?”

“Oh,” Prince Joshua of LA says quietly and blushes a bit, “that sounds lovely, but I will have to ask my mother first.”

You pause and blink. “You… your mother?”

“Yes,” Prince Joshua of LA smiles, “I tell her everything. She is the most important woman in my life and the day she, God forbid, leaves this earth, I will go with her.”

Soonyoung has to manually pick his jaw back up from where it had crashed into the floor.

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

“I should be the most important woman in my husband’s life,” you mutter to Soonyoung after kicking Prince Joshua of LA to the bollards. 

“Definitely,” Soonyoung supports you without a doubt, but refrains to tell you that you are already the most important woman in his life to which you would swoon and fall into his arms, and he would kiss you and you would taste of the rough linen cloths with rosemary that you use for your dental care, and he would pull you up onto his horse (in this scenario he would be on the horse already somehow – don’t question it!) and you would ride into the sunset together. But he refrains.

The next prince is let into the room and Soonyoung stands up straight to prove his manliness to this complete stranger that doesn’t care about his manliness whatsoever. The prince sits.

“Good day, who may you be?” You ask in a friendly tone.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” the prince grins and you tilt your head. 

“Yes, that’s why I asked,” you reply cluelessly.

The prince rolls his eyes playfully, “I am Prince Minghao of Haicheng,” Prince Minghao of Haicheng reveals, “and you have… an interesting way of wearing your hair.”

Your hand goes to your head immediately, “why? Is it bad?” Soonyoung’s invisible body double has to hold him back from tackling that offspring of a wench. 

“Eh,” Prince Minghao of Haicheng shrugs, then moves on to another topic. Soonyoung is looking around incredulously at the other people in the room, but the other guards are clearly not paying attention to the conversation whatsoever, as one of them can be seen staring out the window while picking his nose, another adjusting his pants, and a third kicking a little pebble around until it rolls a bit too far away for him to reach without moving too much, so he just stares at it. Soonyoung is indignant, but the conversation between you and Prince Minghao of Haicheng continues on. 

Minutes pass by without you getting tired of Prince Minghao of Haicheng’s behavior that could be considered a little mean, or a lot mean by Soonyoung’s standards, but who’s asking. 

“I mean, quite frankly, I think jesters are the worst,” Prince Minghao of Haicheng explains, emphasizing the last two words quite sassily, in Soonyoung’s humble opinion and if that word had been invented yet. 

“Yeah, how come?” You ask, genuinely interested despite being a little insecure at this point. Or that’s how Soonyoung interprets the way your posture is off by about 15.6°. 

“They’re so obnoxious. I was once… friends with a jester and let’s just say that did not end well,” Prince Minghao of Haicheng hints with a self-absorbed smirk that Soonyoung would like to rub off with sand paper, all in the name of protection, of course, and not because he is a jealous mess.

“…how…?” You ask slowly and Soonyoung suddenly gets a feeling of impending doom.

Prince Minghao of Haicheng chuckles, shrugs, gestures his hand over his neck, and winks. 

“You had him executed?!”

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

Apparently, Prince Minghao of Haicheng is more of a hands-on kinda guy than Soonyoung thought. To be fair, he expected him to be more of a weenie, like the other princes, but this had gone too far, and Soonyoung had to escort the prince immediately. He can’t have you marrying a- … a slayer.. well, except for himself because when he does that it’s obviously totally different because he’s a knight and it’s his job, and he does it with good intentions and a pure heart.

The next prince, Prince Seungkwan of Jeju Island, seems to be catching your interest, much to Soonyoung’s dismay who desperately wishes for a war to break out or something so he could end this horrible week of torture and lock you and himself away for safety. Unfortunately, none of that would happen.

Prince Seungkwan of Jeju Island is, naturally, good-looking and behaves well compared to everyone else so far, and when he actually ends up spending the night at the castle, Soonyoung is visibly boiling over with rage. With a grim expression, he stands guard right in front of your door all night so that the silly worm Prince Seungkwan of Jeju Island can’t even think about sneaking in there and– Goodness, Soonyoung doesn’t even want to continue that thought or he might die of a broken heart.

The next morning, Soonyoung wakes up as you open your door which causes him to fall back, his armor clattering against the stoney ground as he lands on his back in front of your feet.

“Good Morning, Hoshi,” you say in your wonderful voice and Soonyoung is sure that this must be a dream because if the wind would blow through your window and move your nightgown just a tad, he’d be face to face with the greatest treasure this castle has to offer, including whatever they keep in the treasure chamber that is said to harbor artifacts of unimaginable value or whatever. And that, in turn, would start a chain reaction that would end with the lower half of Soonyoung’s armor blasting a good meter into the air with the sheer force and amount of blood that would be rushing south. Oh dear, it’s already starting. 

Soonyoung sits up immediately, apologizing profoundly for the mishap, but you just snicker and wave him off. “Oh, Hoshi. You always make me laugh…” And Soonyoung wishes to get those words tattooed on his eyeballs. 

Carefully, he escorts you downstairs into the dining hall where Prince Seungkwan of Jeju Island is already waiting for your arrival. Soonyoung swears he hears him mutter something about being “fashionably late” under his breath, but he doesn’t know what that means. During breakfast, the servants gather around you, bringing out new food several times because you are always picky – a trade which Soonyoung absolutely adores, how can someone have such big opinions! Cute! He literally eats anything that doesn’t have visible mold on it! And he eyes Prince Seungkwan of Jeju Island suspiciously to figure out whether he adores your perfect little quirks as much as he does…

But Prince Seungkwan of Jeju Island seems to be in a bad mood this morning, and Soonyoung philosophizes whether he could’ve accidentally slept on a pea, like that one woman his friend Doyoung told him about, but then the big explosion happens.

“Excuse me!” Prince Seungkwan of Jeju Island stands up abruptly, the clattering of dishes and the quiet voices of the servants dying down. “Much better. But!”

Soonyoung’s eye twitches and he swears he will curse silently under his breath if Prince Seungkwan of Jeju Island doesn’t get to the point soon. 

“It appears that you,” Prince Seungkwan of Jeju Island points an accusatory finger at you, “is who everyone around here cares about. But what about me? I am also important! And I don’t like it that you are the center of everyone’s attention. Someone get my carriage ready. Now!”

And with that, he marches off. At the same time, you and Soonyoung turn your heads towards each other and exchange a confused look. Soonyoung thinks that he would like to assassinate all the other princes to come and steal you away. But he doesn’t. He just smiles and waits.

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

When Prince Junhui of Shenzhen arrives in the afternoon, Soonyoung already has a bad feeling. Because after last nine men being absolute failures, and he doesn’t dare to say it, but he believes that, not you, but all princes might be cursed. And he does not want that kind of energy in the castle he works in!

But Prince Junhui of Shenzhen seems to be nice enough, and is again invited to spend the night, and Soonyoung does not appreciate the trend these blind dates are taking. During your conversation with Prince Junhui of Shenzhen, he learned that the prince’s parents had gotten divorced when he was merely two years old for the odd reason that they “just didn’t like each other anymore”. Soonyoung is sure someone must’ve died and they just didn’t have the heart to tell the prince, but who’s to tell. Prince Junhui of Shenzhen had mentioned this because at age eight he was then asked to choose a new father to be the new king, which kind of reminded him of these blind dates. Soonyoung didn’t like the way this made you chuckle.

At night, Soonyoung walks his usual route through the palace before stopping at your door one last time to switch with the night guard, and more importantly wish you a good night. Deep in thoughts about the way your ankles made his heart beat faster today, Soonyoung absentmindedly pushes open the door to a usually empty bed chamber for guests, except that this time it is not empty, but filled with Prince Junhui of Shenzhen. Soonyoung jumps at the sight of the prince in bed with his eyes wide open, apologizes profusely and hopes this doesn’t get him executed, when a loud snore shuts him up. He tilts his head in confusion and cautiously steps closer to the sleeping Prince Junhui of Shenzhen and leans over him. Prince Junhui of Shenzhen’s eyes are wide open, but when Soonyoung moves his hand in front of the prince’s face, he does not react. But he breathes.

“Very peculiar,” Soonyoung mumbles, and will insist for all eternity that, yes, he knew that word before and, no, he did not pick it up from Prince Wonwoo of Changwon. His first thought is to hurry to your bed chamber and pull you along to see this abnormality for yourself.

And so it happens that both you and Soonyoung are leaned over Prince Junhui of Shenzhen’s sleeping form, commenting on the peculiarity of it all. Soonyoung likes to think this moment brought you closer together. 

When the sun rises, Soonyoung is abruptly awakened by a loud yell, and within seconds he finds himself standing in front of the same door he entered through the previous night, investigating the yell. Did Prince Junhui of Shenzhen kidnap you??

Respectfully, he knocks.

“Come in,” Prince Junhui of Shenzhen exclaims joyfully. Soonyoung enters.

“Heard a scream,” he says as coolly as he can possible muster. Prince Junhui of Shenzhen can’t be thinking of him as a weakling, now can he?

“Yes! That was indeed me,” Prince Junhui of Shenzhen explains, “I was opening the curtains and gazed upon the lovely sunrise and was overcome with joy!”

Soonyoung raises an eyebrow. “So you yelled?”

Prince Junhui of Shenzhen shrugs happily, “that’s just who I am.” Soonyoung gets a brief vision of his future where he is awakened every 5 minutes because you got married to Prince Junhui of Shenzhen who yells at everything that even remotely excites him. 

“I’ll be on my way,” Soonyoung excuses himself quickly to update you on the recent events.

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

“Prince Junhui of Shenzhen?” You begin at the breakfast table, “you can’t ask how I know, but do you… sleep with your eyes open?”

The big smile that had adorned Prince Junhui of Shenzhen’s face all morning drops, the corners of his mouth pull down and tears form in his eyes. “Oh my Goodness… no… how can you possibly know? I… this humiliation…” he gets up, “WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”

Soonyoung jumps out of his shoes and grabs his sword.

A beat.

“Sorry,” Prince Junhui of Shenzhen says calmly, smiles, and sits back down, “I do tend to have mood swings, you know, a sorceress once informed me that I am a gemini, whatever that means…”

Soonyoung slowly lets go of his sword. What?

“What?” You ask in confusion, your hand still on your chest from the previous shock. 

“A gemini,” Prince Junhui of Shenzhen says and laughs loudly. “Isn’t that crazy?” Soonyoung will gladly not live long enough to find out that he, by modern standards, would also be considered a gemini.

Silence.

“I should go.”

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

“Promise me, Princess, that there won’t be anymore talks over breakfast. There seems to be a pattern,” Soonyoung observes as he escorts you to the gardens where you are supposed to meet the next prince.

“I agree,” you sigh, shaking your head as you both step outside onto the green grounds. Birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and for a second there, Soonyoung allows himself to imagine that he’s the one going on a date with you. 

That is until Prince Chan of Iksan appears in your sight, standing proudly at the edge of the hill that overlooks the kingdom, his broad shoulders a sight to behold. 

“Prince!” You call out and quicken your steps, and Soonyoung stops to overlook the situation. In a moment of clarity, he appreciates nature and realizes that this journey has both brought himself closer to you, and simultaneously drifted you both further apart.

Prince Chan of Iksan is friendly, and you seem to like him, which becomes obvious by the way you lean into him and initiate touches which Soonyoung does not appreciate whatsoever.

Soonyoung doesn't understand what you see in him, someone with the name Chan, or "twinkle", when you could have him, Hoshi, which literally translates to star in Japanese! Why would you want a sparkle when you can have the real thing, a star? No, he knows, because that little twinkle is disguised as the star Soonyoung is supposed to be, but he is all the way down here, at the end of the food chain, serving as nothing but your loyal guard until his existence vanishes from earth and no one will ever remember him.

“I, too, am fond of kittens,” you exclaim happily, and Prince twinkle of somewhere chuckles. 

“I can already see, this will bloom into a wonderful friendship. 

If records had been invented yet, there would have been a record scratch. Friendship?

“Friendship?!”

Prince Chan of Iksan blinks in confusion, “yes, friendship. What…?”

“This is a date!” You say, exasperated. Soonyoung gives a supportive nod that no one acknowledges. 

“Oh- Oh! No!” Prince Chan of Iksan shakes his head, “my apologies, princess, but… I am already engaged. I am to marry in two weeks.”

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

The days at the castle are quiet as you mourn the two hours of a crush you’d developed for a man who could never be yours, or that’s what Soonyoung makes of the countless papers filled with poetry you keep busying yourself writing. And he feels bad for you, even though it’s not really his fault because when he was sent to invite the prince, Prince Chan of Iksan had not been engaged yet.

A few more days go by until a letter from Prince Chan of Iksan arrives by pigeon, informing you that the prince’s now brother in law Prince Mingyu of Anyang had just blown off his engagement due to a war and that he should definitely be invited to the palace.

And, unfortunately for Soonyoung who had hoped you’d given up by now, Prince Mingyu of Anyang arrives at the palace not long after. The prince is tall, taller than Soonyoung whom it really hurts to admit this, and he is absolute perfection sown into a man, and Soonyoung says this in the least gay way possible.

Soonyoung watches with growing dread how you and Prince Mingyu of Anyang spend every day together, how you swoon over the prince and how he treats you with respect and dignity. And despite being a manly man, the manliest of them all and even manlier than Prince Mingyu of Anyang, who isn’t even that manly, Soonyoung cries himself to sleep sometimes. Day and night he watches you drifting further away, but he knows, it is not meant to be. 

On one particularly fateful day, Soonyoung, on his way through the palace before bedtime, overhears the conversation of two servants.

“Okay, but how was I supposed to know that you actually like milk?”

“All you had to do was ask.”

And for reasons that are beyond the human comprehension during his time period, Soonyoung stops in his tracks and rushes toward the bed chamber of Prince Mingyu of Anyang.

A soft knock.

A second soft knock.

“Yes?”

“Prince, I apologize for disturbing you at this time of-,” Soonyoung steps in and is greeted by the sight of a shirtless Prince Mingyu of Anyang, “…night.”

“It isn’t a problem,” Prince Mingyu of Anyang assures, takes a second look at the knight and must be sensing with his perfect guy senses that Soonyoung is here for an important reason, so he sits down on the edge of his bed.

“Prince Mingyu of Anyang,” Soonyoung starts and wishes he’d prepared better, saying out loud what he never has, “I am in love with the princess.”

“I know,” Prince Mingyu of Anyang replies.

“Hm?” Soonyoung blinks.

“I know that you are in love with the princess. Your protection goes above and beyond what I have ever seen a knight do. Your yearning gazes are no secret, Knight, they portray a genuine feeling I have never seen before,” Prince Mingyu of Anyang explains, getting up from the bed and stepping toward the window to gaze upon the florists struggling to move a small tree. “I would not have said anything, or done anything, if you hadn’t come to me tonight. I was planning on proposing in the morning.”

Soonyoung can’t suppress the thought of hoping it won’t happen during breakfast…

“But your courage has inspired me, Knight,” Prince Mingyu of Anyang continues, turning abruptly to look at Soonyoung, “I, too, have a forbidden desire of my own…”

Soonyoung blinks, not quite following, but deciding to wait until the prince is finished.

“I digress,” Prince Mingyu of Anyang announces and Soonyoung feels mildly disappointed at the lack of gossip. “Knight, I want to assure you, there is hope.”

Soonyoung feels like his heart is pumping out of his chest in a cartoonish manner, even though those had not been invented yet.

“The princess is fond of you, Knight,” Prince Mingyu of Anyang reveals, stepping across the room importantly, “I think, she might even reciprocate your feelings. But she has never dared to imagine what could be.”

Soonyoung stares with wide eyes and parted lips as Prince Mingyu of Anyang steps towards him, his strong frame towering over Soonyoung slightly, but Soonyoung doesn’t care about that anymore. Prince Mingyu of Anyang places a hand on Soonyoung’s shoulder. 

“I will back away, Knight. But I advise you to seek out the princess tonight. Now.”

“Why?” Is all that Soonyoung manages to squeeze out.

“Because she is ovulating,” Prince Mingyu of Anyang declares, as if Soonyoung, or anyone, knows what that means, “she is perceptive of your masculinity. I have observed the way she looked at you this noon, when you lifted her up so she could pick an apple.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Tell her the truth.”

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

Soonyoung, heart beating up his throat, arrives at your door, like every night. But this night really isn’t like every night, but very different, as he is about to declare his undying love for you, a princess, while he is just a knight. Oh dear, what will your father say?

For minutes, Soonyoung stands motionlessly, merely raising and lowering his hand, contemplating whether he should knock. Prince Mingyu of Anyang did say you were ovulating… wouldn’t it be better to wait until it’s over in case it’s contagious? How long would ovulating even take, a couple of months maybe? Can he wait that long?

He is suddenly hit by something, causing his head to bump against the door and creating a knocking sound.

“Yes!” It sounds from inside. Confused, Soonyoung turns, but there is no one, and on the ground, there is nothing. Witchcraft…

Despite himself, he enters, like every night. But this night really isn’t– no wait, he’s been over this already.

“Princess,” he gasps upon seeing you brush your hair in front of the mirror.

“Knight Hoshi,” you reply with a soft smile, turning your head towards him. He stands up taller and actually notices your gaze linger.

“I must tell you the truth princess,” Soonyoung blurts out, causing your eyes to widen curiously. A moment of silence. “The kitchen is out of milk for breakfast.”

“Oh, what a bummer,” you reply, getting up and walking toward the window, then place your bare (!) foot on an elevated surface Soonyoung can no longer identify because his blood is rushing elsewhere, and if his lust-drunken mind isn’t playing tricks on him, you are being seductive.

“Princess,” he exhales, stepping closer while somehow avoiding stepping on anything laying around on the ground.

“Knight Hoshi…” you whisper, biting… your lip?! Soonyoung comes to a stop right in front of you, he’s rarely this close, his lids heavy as he looks into your eyes. 

“Princess,” he says gently, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second. “Prince Mingyu of Anyang is taking off.”

“Who cares,” you reply, leaning in closer.

“I thought, you,” Soonyoung rasps.

“No,” you shake your head seductively.

“Princess,” Soonyoung starts again, but you cut him off by pulling him flush against your body.

“Whatever you want to say has to wait until after-“

“No, Princess,” Soonyoung interrupts you, an action punishable by death. “I need to tell you, that I love you.”

You pause, Soonyoung’s thoughts immediately go to the uncomfortable position one has to be in in order to get beheaded, but then you chuckle softly. “I understand… I understand now.” And before he knows it, his armor clatters to the floor because you are ovulating, and he is already infected.  

With the trees casting a minimal shadow in the midday sun, several cars pull up to the mediocre house you’ll call your home for the next few days, their tires crunching on the gravel deliciously. Jaehyun, glad about the scenery change away from the dusty furniture, and dirty dishes in the sink of his grubby apartment his parents oh so kindly pay for, exits from his pride and joy: his Volkswagen Tiguan in Pyrite Silver Metallic. Glad that Donghyuck did, in fact, not throw up on the seat cushions after pregaming the whole morning makes him release a tense breath. He takes in the exterior of the vacation house, intentionally looking past the scruffy cladding because this establishment has a pool! Joining him in his dad-pose-esque stance with his hands on his hips, Johnny and Mark exit Jaehyun’s vehicle to marvel at the construction work of the late 1990s. 

“Fabulous infrastructure,” Mark, who five years ago attempted to study architecture for half a semester before dropping out, comments intellectually. No one adds anything to his hollow statement, and the group simply resumes their quiet onlooking until the sound of shrill screeching and car doors slamming shut disturbs the idyllic moment. 

“This is honestly iconic,” Johnny’s ex-situationship exclaims upon coming into view of the two-story building. Others laugh loudly amongst themselves or begin unloading their luggage from the trunks of the three cars. Amidst the chaos stand you, frozen in place because you’d recognize that cowlick on the back of this head anywhere. “Who the fuck invited the one who shall not be named?”

“Voldemort?” Lara Raj raises her head in confusion and halts her process of pulling a pink suitcase out of the trunk of her car, “I thought JK Rowling is cancelled?”

“She is,” you reply flatly, “I’m talking about the devil.” Lara, still confused, follows your gaze to the group of (in comparison) middle-aged men and her confusion slowly morphs into a knowing glare. “Ah, your weed boy.”

“Horrible description, but yes,” you say, your amusement contained. A few weeks ago, your six-month relationship with Jaehyun ended badly as he accidentally left his phone unlocked in the couch gap with his Instagram DMs out in the open for anyone to see who just happened to walk by and wanted to snoop. After a whole hour of screaming and shouting and even throwing a shoe in the vague direction of his beloved flatscreen, you’d sworn he’d never catch a glimpse of you ever again. And while the flirtatious messages directed to literally anyone but you were just the cherry on top of his generally rubbish behavior, it marked the milestone that ended the us. So why did his dimpled cheeks have to appear at the gathering that was supposed to take your mind off all the stuff and things that you needed to be taken off your mind?! “Why the fuck is he here?”

“Well, this is Yuta’s dad’s summer house so… I’m guessing that’s how he got invited…,” Lara points out, then pauses, “why isn’t Yuta here, anyway?”

You are unable to break your brain over that since you’re too busy staring holes into Jaehyun’s well-sculpted shoulders. Lara blinks twice. “So, how are you gonna handle seeing him?”

“I’m going to ruin everyone’s vacation by making a million scenes and creating a big chunk of drama,” you reply grimly.

“Drama?” Megan appears behind you and Lara, eyes curiously wide. “What drama? Where?”

“Drama is Megan’s middle name,” Lara says from your right, “I think.”

“Her ex is here,” Lara clarifies, mildly amused by the attention this is getting. Megan gasps so loudly it turns heads, including the ones owned by Jaehyun’s friends – not Jaehyun’s, though, probably because he’s fried off his eardrum by listening to Olivia Rodrigo too loudly or something, but who is to tell? A few mumbles und nudges later, Jaehyun finally turns his head into your direction… and there’s no greater mistake he could’ve made.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” You yell imprudently, making Megan hide her huge exasperated grin behind her hand. Jaehyun, cool as ever (or so he thinks) turns his body to face your general direction. 

“Is that any way to greet your favorite ex?” He replies, that infuriatingly cocky smirk plastered on his face like he didn’t ruin your faith in the male species.

“Oh? Is Renjun here?” You snap back immediately. Megan is held back by Lara so she doesn’t start cheering.

Despite the few meter distance, you can make out how Jaehyun’s lips briefly form a tight line. Yes! Score! You’ve shaken his ginormous ego to the core! But your brief victory is cut short as Jaehyun after a pat on the back by Mark begins to move his defined body towards you, “feisty as always I see..”

“Oh, definitely not,” you exclaim as you grab your admittedly large suitcase with ease and carry it inside the house while your inner circle of friends follows closely behind, although Megan is vibrating with excitement over the occurring drama that she almost trips and falls face first onto the tacky brown tiles of the entryway. 

A short while filled with unpacking, cursing and changing clothes later, the quartet collectively moves toward the pool area, dressed in bikinis so skimpy they could be mistaken as dental floss. Equipped with a Red Bull and a pack of cigarettes each, a place in the sun is conquered. 

“So Jaehyun, huh?” Lara starts, relaxing into the lounge chair, “how are you feeling about this?”

“I would honestly prefer if you called him by his real name: Satan,” you sigh, putting your sunglasses on, “I’m feeling generally pissed off.”

“Okay, but, like, isn’t this kind of a crazy coincidence?” Megan chimes in, sitting cross-legged to be able to talk to everyone, “like what if this is like, fate?”

“Yes!” Lara nods with a grin, “maybe this is like a sign.”

“A sign I should find new friends?” You raise an eyebrow, “what happened to the misandrist committee? I thought our goal was to expel men from Earth and repopulate with the only acceptable man..”

The girls stare and wait for you to finish.

You grimace in defeat, “… Charles Boyle from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.”

Lara presses her lips together and shakes her head. Simultaneously, as if in slow motion, Jaehyun and his posse invade the pool area with little to no shirts and a lot of attitude. 

“What about… Tony?” You suggest.

“Who the fuck is Tony?” Megan scoffs in amusement. 

Jaehyun finds an empty bunch of lounge chairs and throws his towel on one to mark his territory. 

“The Tiger from the Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes Boxes…”

“NO!”

Jaehyun stretches his arms over his head, his muscles rippling with the motion, while Mark starts seductively applying sunscreen to his arms. 

“Okay, but what about the Ocean from Moana?”

“Get the fuck outta here,” Lara laughs.

Donghyuck dives head first into the pool, creating a loud splash since he is not really all that good at diving head first into a pool. Johnny downs a beer and spills a little. Jaehyun spots you and your girl friends in the sun and decides it’s time to shoot his shot.

“Gengar.”

“The Pokemon?!”

Suddenly, the sun is no longer blinding you despite your relatively cheap sunglasses because something or someone stepped in. You narrow your eyes to try and make out the shady face. “Long time no see, huh?”

Jaehyun. Satan, I mean.

You sigh exaggeratedly. “Too short for me, personally.”

Jaehyun clicks his tongue with a small smirk, a bead of sweat making it’s way down his neck and over his broad chest. “Come on, you’re being so stubborn…”

Dramatically, you place your hand on your chest, moving your head forward a bit to emphasize how exaggerated you actually are while pushing your sunglasses up. “Oh, are you talking to me? Didn’t recognize you without your nose buried in other girls’ DMs.”

The smirk drops immediately, replaced by a clenching of the jaw. “Low blow much?” Jaehyun crosses his arms. “You can’t hold that against me forever.”

“Actually, I can, mhm,” you purse your lips, “anything else?”

Jaehyun’s jaw tightens visibly. “You’re being as stubborn as ever,” he points out, his voice displaying a portion of disappointment and a hint of regret.

You blink at him, then sit up and lean forward in hopes that talking to him like a toddler would maybe get the message across, “Jaehyun, you literally cheated on me so I don’t know what you want from me? Like, this is literally not the point of anything whatsoever. I want you to go fuck off and get on literally anybody else’s fucking nerves!”

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, possibly to collect himself and not start bawling, he takes a deep breath. “Can you just-,” he sighs in defeat, his body visibly giving up, “ah, forget it…”

“I wish I could,” you smile fakely, nodding and pushing your sunglasses back onto your nose, pushing a cigarette between your lips and lighting it as you watch Jaehyun turn and leave. 

Later that day, with the sun already set and the others inside playing drinking games, you’ve decided to get some refreshing alone time after this eventful day, consisting of smoking and scrolling through Instagram reels. And it does do its job of getting your mind off of things for a little while until you can make out the faint sound of the sliding door opening, revealing none other than Jaehyun stepping out on the patio. 

“Take a hint, Jaehyun,” you warn, already feeling your pulse quickening with irritation.

Jaehyun lifts his head at your outburst, sheepishly pushing his hands into his pockets. “Can’t I just come out here and enjoy the cool night air for a little bit?”

“You can, except that you’re not. You’re here to get on my fucking balls, man,” you argue.

Jaehyun scoffs and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny the allegations. “And what if I am?”

“Then I’m telling you to fuck off,” you emphasize, pointing directly at the slightly ajar glass door, the smoke of your cigarette curling around your hand. Jaehyun’s gaze follows your finger, his tongue poking out between his teeth in annoyance. “You always have to be so fucking stubborn, don’t you,” he snaps back, “can’t we just have a civil conversation for once?”

You scoff incredulously, “uh, no, and take a big fucking guess why.” 

Your scoff is mirrored, and Jaehyun runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’re never going to let that go, aren’t you? It was a mistake, I know I messed up, okay?”

You grimace incredulously, huffing and puffing a bit before spitting out, “a mistake?! You were texting other girls?! Girls, plural! That’s not a fucking mistake, Jaehyun, that’s a whole series of cheating?!”

At your harsh words, Jaehyun recoils a bit, then takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I know that. You’ve yelled at me for hours about that already. And I apologized like a hundred times. What else do you want me to do? Get on my fucking knees and beg?”

“The only thing I want from you is to turn your ass back around and fuck off.”

There’s a brief, dangerous flash in Jaehyun’s eyes, his body tensing at your cold dismissal. “Fine,” he snaps, “enjoy your self-righteous pity-party all by yourself.” He turns on his heel, stomps back inside and slams the door hard enough to make the glass rattle.

Finally, peace at last. But something about this passionate encounter reminds you of how that fiery relationship had made you feel alive, and a little spark of that just came back to you, taking you back to those times before everything went downhill. You draw the line, put out your cigarette and head to bed, at the memory of sex creeping back into your mind. Oh, how good he was…

Fortunately, the night passes without any further complications or encounters between you and Jaehyun after the devastating conversation has left him with a burn that has potentially left a mark. After a good night’s sleep, you feel rested and surprisingly less on edge concerning the topic of Jaehyun, as is proven by your encounter with him in the kitchen that morning. While the rest of the group is either asleep, getting ready, or on a morning run (how, Johnny?!), Jaehyun joins you in the kitchen to get a bottle of water. 

He doesn’t even say anything, apparently he learned from the night before to just shut up as he groggily opens the fridge door and retrieves a cool bottle. What he doesn’t seem to be aware of is the unmistakable tent his boxers are sporting in the front, a sight you know all too well. 

And when you notice, you luckily manage to hide the subtle bite of your lip behind your can of morning red bull. Meanwhile, Jaehyun unscrews the cap and gulps down a few sips of water, then probably notices that you’re neither storming off nor starting a fight, so he tests his luck. “Morning…”

“Mm,” you reply, not even out of dismissal, but because that sight brings back a few very vivid memories of having sex in a kitchen. 

Possibly confused by your lack of passion, Jaehyun takes it a step further, “so, are you still pissy?”

“Pissy is my standard setting and you should know that,” you point out, but there is no bite behind that statement at all, due to the state of Jaehyun’s morning wood apparently distracting you.

Jaehyun sighs, indeed familiar with your usual moods. “Yeah, I thought maybe there was a chance of a change of heart…”

“No,” you reply absent-mindedly, mind flooded with rather unholy thoughts that make you subtly press your thighs together for some tension relief. Jaehyun, thankfully unsuspecting, shrugs at your definite answer and sets down his water on the counter to stretch, his shirt riding up just enough to really highlight his predicament, as well as allowing you a glimpse of his sculpted stomach and his happy trail that’s basically inviting you to re-explore the familiar area of his crotch. “So, are you gonna give me this half-assed silent treatment for the rest of the vacation, or…?” He casually leans against the counter after that little show.

“Yes,” you reply, eyes now not-so-subtly glued to his dick.

Tilting his head in confusion, Jaehyun turns to leave, but catches his reflection in the microwave.

“Shit.”

“Be careful, you’re gonna take someone’s eye out,” you comment teasingly, his brief moment of embarrassment snapping you out of your horny daze. Jaehyun’s face morphs into a mocking expression as he tries to adjust his boxers. “Funny.”

You look on in amusement, “Jaehyun, you should know from previous encounters with your dick that that’s not going anywhere,” you vaguely gesture, to which you earn a sharp look.

“Believe me, I know how my own dick works, thank you,” he says sarcastically, but his movements become a bit more erratic by the second when he hears footsteps close by.

“Just go jerk off in the bathroom,” you suggest with an amused scoff because in your opinion, it is just that easy. He clenches his jaw at your blunt suggestion, possibly because for one, this is embarrassing and why are you being so casual, but also because this is stirring up memories for him as well. Hence, he hesitates, “it’s not that simple…”

“What, too big to fit it through the door?” 

Jaehyun freezes, then a hint of a smirk appears on his lips. “You were always obsessed with it,” he reminds you as he turns to put your suggestion into action, “bet you miss it, too.”

But before you can reply, he’s already out of earshot. Stupid. You take a deep breath and steady yourself on the counter, taking another sip from your red bull can before gazing out the window in hopes of calming your nerves. Two moments later, you curse the architect of this stupid house because why in the world are you able to look through the small kitchen window and be greeted with an A+ view of the floor to ceiling glass window in the bathroom a few meters away? 

You freeze as Jaehyun, present in said bathroom, moves to push down his boxers just enough to let his erection spring free and begins relieving some of the tension. And, holy shit, why is it even bigger than you remember? And when a moment later he pushes his shirt up so it doesn’t get in the way only to hold it up with his teeth, the back of his head leans against the wall as his brows scrunch deliciously. 

Is he aware that you’re seeing this, or is he always wanking as if there’s a camera present?

His abs tense, his happy trail leading to what you can only describe as huge and delicious, and when he reaches down to squeeze his balls, you abruptly rip down the blinds in fear anyone else might walk in and see. 

What the actual fuck?

Not even 10 minutes later, you stand outside by the pool, smoking and attempting to calm your nerves. No, you hate him… look what he did! Well, not just now but weeks ago. Hello, this is a cheating scumbag? But also so fucking–

“Hi,” it sounds from behind you. Of course, you recognize his voice immediately.

“You again,” you comment unimpressed, when in reality, you’re exceptionally impressed.

“Me again,” he confirms and stands next to you. Subtly, you glance over, noticing the lack of a boner which, considering your sightings earlier, you didn’t really need confirmation of.

“Took my advice, I see,” you say without thinking.

Jaehyun chuckles briefly. “Can’t stop thinking about my dick, huh?”

You scoff. “Your dick is none of my concerns.”

He turns to look at you, tilting his head curiously, “not even a little bit?”

Before you can even think about a witty reply, Donghyuck comes running from behind you both, and without a care in the world canon balls into the pool. Water splashes everywhere, and you use the distraction to slip away unnoticed. 

“Ahh, refreshing,” Donghyuck comments as soon as he comes back up, and Jaehyun gives him an irritated glare.

When Megan finally wakes up, she joins you for lunch in the fairly secluded dining area across the hall from the kitchen. Due to her drowsiness after waking up, most of the meal goes by in silence until you catch a glimpse of Jaehyun outside and get overwhelmed by the sudden need to tell Megan about this morning’s events.

“This morning,” you say between bites, “Jaehyun was sporting a boner in the kitchen.”

Megan nearly chokes on her food at your sudden tmi, “Wh- w- ehhh?” She swallows. “Morning wood?”

“He tends to,” you reply casually, remembering all the mornings where Jaehyun would poke some part of your backside with his dick. “I told him to go jerk off in the bathroom.”

Megan’s eyes widen before she bursts out in laughter, “well, did he?”

You nod knowingly.

“I bet that gives you a feeling of power and control,” Megan grins.

You tilt your head and offer a fake smile. Megan’s grin drops. “This is a manipulation tactic… right?”

You press your lips together and shake your head. 

Megan closes her eyes for a moment. “But this… isn’t what I think it is…. Right?”

“Oopsie,” you smile and blink and Megan sighs. “You know, maybe I should just fuck him, like, once.”

“Oh my God, all it took was one day?” Megan shakes her head disapprovingly. Even though she was the one telling you it’s fate, she still tries to make you maintain your own vows. Because this is where the drama starts. “One time won’t be enough, you know? Once you go back to that dick, it’s over.”

“But,” you pout dramatically, “Megan, he’s, like, really hot, and his dick is huge and he’s, like, really good with it…”

Megan shakes her head in disapproval. “But is it worth the drama?”

“Honestly,” and you grimace at your own words, “I kinda miss the drama…”

“You are impossible and also fucking insane,” Megan states, then shrugs, “but okay, it will be your own downfall.”

“We’ll see,” you mumble, then suddenly look up as Jaehyun enters the nearby kitchen to, once again, grab a drink, dressed in only his swimming trunks, and those are too tight to leave anything to the imagination, really. You glance at Megan, who is also looking and noticing. “Yeah, no amount of willpower is gonna save you now.”

While most people that evening spend their time inside watching a Sci-Fi movie, a small group consisting of Donghyuck, Jaehyun, Lara and you have gathered around a table on the patio outside, smoking and chatting. Lara, of course, has been updated on the recent boner events and is more than excited to see what’s going to happen next.

“… and that’s why I feel like blowjobs are overrated,” Donghyuck concludes his monologue that had initially started with the current political climate. This turn of events causes Jaehyun to raise an eyebrow at Donghyuck and chuckle.

“That’s just because you haven’t had the right person giving you one,” he claims with a subtle glance at you, which in return makes you the one raising an eyebrow. Jaehyun holds eye contact for a moment before continuing with a slight smirk, “someone who can make you forget your own name.”

You scoff with a faint smirk, your gaze wandering off into the night as the conversation continues. Jaehyun takes a drag of his cigarette, unable to take his eyes off of you.

“Man, if I ever find a woman who can make me forget my own name, I’m putting a ring on her like stat,” Donghyuck states.

“You should before you can fuck it up,” you add, clearly poking at Jaehyun, who reacts slightly irritated, yet simultaneously as if he’s thinking ‘fair enough’.

Donghyuck laughs, oblivious to the tension in the air, puffing on his cigarette before boasting, “nah, I’m too much of a catch to fuck things up.”

Lara scoffs, joining in, “cocky much?”

Donghyuck sticks his tongue out and shakes his head freakily. Something about his movements collects so much air that it blows a bit of the ashes out of the strawberry-themed ashtray in the center of the table.

“But you gotta think like this: even if you fuck it up, if you’re really good in bed, she’s still gonna think about you,” you add vaguely, but Jaehyun seems to understand that this comment was solely directed at him. Lara glance over at you knowingly, cigarette coolly resting between her lips.

Still blissfully unaware, Donghyuck nods philosophically, tapping his lower lip with the hand that is holding his cigarette, making everyone slightly anxious giving his clumsy nature, “right, a good dick is like a superpower.” You and Lara exchange glances, hers amused, yours carefully neutral. 

Jaehyun flicks the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray, “guess that means some people never really get over certain exes…”

“Potentially,” you add cryptically, blowing the smoke of your cigarette vaguely in his direction. Jaehyun’s smirk grows into an almost playful smile, and he leans back in his creaky chair and takes another drag, “maybe these people just miss certain things…”

“That can certainly be true. Some people might be hung up on an ex because they were so lovely and their relationship had to tragically end due to changes in lifestyle. Others do not have that blessing and have to hold on to more fundamental things like dick sizes,” you reply.

“Oho,” Jaehyun smirks as if this were a debate he’s winning, “so you think size is important?”

“Eh,” you wave your hand dismissively, “size is not everything. But big dick plus being good in bed certainly leaves a mark.” You pause. “Potentially.” Donghyuck nods supportively. Gazing into your eyes, Jaehyun takes a long drag. Interesting.

“Okay, but my question is: how can I be good?” Donghyuck then asks unabashedly. Lara, looking up from her phone, splutters. 

“You have to put in effort man. Listen to her reactions, find out what she likes… It’s not rocket science,” Jaehyun replies casually, his gaze lingering on you before looking back at Donghyuck, who nods slowly. You on the other hand, are instantly reminded of how Jaehyun used to fold you in half and fuck you up the wall. And judging by the smirk he’s sporting, he knows.

“You make it sound so easy,” Donghyuck complains, “like give me examples! I can’t die a virgin!”

“You’re not even a virgin,” Lara points out, not even looking up from the phone game she’s playing without wifi to be able to get around the ads.

“So?!”

At this, Jaehyun chuckles. Everyone implying he’s so good in bed he should give tips to the less fortunate? You just know this interaction is doing wonders to his ego… 

“Like knowing exactly how hard she likes it, when to slow down,….. when to not let her breathe…”

You feel your heart beat up your throat, the memories now clear as day as you hold Jaehyun’s gaze. He continues, "the most important thing is putting her first, she'll know whether you're a selfish lover. Take your time with her, play with her pussy until she's soaked before even thinking about getting your dick out… Don't be quiet, let her hear how good she feels, show her how good she's making you feel,” he describes, and despite his gestures accompanying his words, you feel hot all over. “And when the moment is right, you hold her in place, and keep the same rough rhythm while looking into her eyes…"  he pauses to make sure you remember, "and she's gonna come so hard she sees stars…"

You suddenly get up. “Jaehyun. A word.”

Leaving a confused Donghyuck and a chuckling Lara behind, you pull Jaehyun by his wrist through the unnecessarily long hallway to your room. He follows like an obedient puppy. Closing the door behind him, you find yourself within the mess you call your room for the time being. Jaehyun looks around with interest, taking note of a pair of panties hanging over one of the lampshades.

"I need you to know one thing," you say sternly, ignoring the mess and the panties, and step up to him. You press your forefinger into his admittedly broad, muscular, chest. You clear your throat to regain your focus. "If you hurt me again, I'll castrate you and keep your balls. Understood?”

Jaehyun's smirk falters, his facade of nonchalance cracking ever so slightly as your words register. But instead of backing down, he lets out a small chuckle and holds your gaze, "crystal clear.”

"Good. And the other thing," you say, less sternly, and a bit ashamed of your uncontrollable feminine urge, ”I’d like to… have sex. Would you be... on board with that?”

Jaehyun's smirk returns, and he grabs your wrists, gently pinning them against the door as his eyes rake over your form. You gasp. He then meets your gaze, ”I've been waiting to hear you say that…"

“… don’t get too cocky, but it's just that," you exhale shakily as he softly kisses your neck, "no one can compare to you and...," you gasp, and cringe simultaneously, ”that fucking monster in your pants…"

Jaehyun growls low in his throat at your words, one hand sliding down to grip your ass and pull you hard against him. “So what you’re saying is… no one can compare," he murmurs against your neck. "What a nice way to say that I've actually ruined you for anyone else, like you asked me to…"

“Okay, to be fair,” you pull yourself out of your horny daze for a moment to defend yourself, “it was all good until i saw it again... like, yes, I have feelings for you still, but I just can't... stop thinking about your cock, Jay..,” you give in.

Jaehyun tilts his head, brushing your hair out of your face, and gazes into your eyes, “and you’re gonna get it… every thick inch of it, just like you wanted…”

Feeling slightly lightheaded at that promise, you finally give in completely, leaning forward to crash your lips into his, tasting that familiar feeling of his softness that immediately makes you forget everything around you. Jaehyun lets go of your hands, instead letting his own wander down your body to your waist to pull you against him, his muscular body, hard yet soft at the same time, all to familiar.

You don’t even care about what will happen after this when he backs you up towards the bed, gently lowering you down before pulling his white long-sleeve over his head. Always a sight to behold, you reach out to let your fingers explore the softness of his milky skin, feeling every muscle as your hand brushes down to his happy trail.

With a subtle smirk, Jaehyun lowers himself on top of you, his toned arms hugging you tightly as his lips find yours again. He’s not going fast, but the strength of his grasps make your head spin. Jaehyun’s always been someone who takes his time and values slow, deliberate pressure over hasty movements. It’s the way his hands create a delicious, bothering on painful, but not quite there grip on your inner thighs, on your arms and on your waist, making you feel his strength and his control over it, but never over you.

Moments later, your clothes already discarded and blending into the messiness of the room, his hand snakes between your legs, expertly pinpointing the exact spots and ways to touch you. He remembers it all. How could he ever forget? His fingers run through your folds, collecting your essence to spread over your clit, finding the right rhythm and pressure to make you clench around nothing within minutes. 

“I’ve missed this,” he rasps lowly, a first finger dipping inside your opening, “missed you..,” before resuming to kiss you, not expecting you to answer, which you couldn’t even form between the soft gasps and moans rushing out of your mouth continuously. He eases in a second finger, his thumb applying a delicious, constant pressure on your clit that doesn’t overstimulate you. Your eyes roll back.

“J-jay,” you manage to get out, feeling an orgasm creeping up on you already.

“Hm?” He asks softly, the depth of his voice always calming in these moments. To help you find your words, his hand slows down a bit.

“I wanna come on your cock,” you admit breathlessly, your eyes meeting his with a pleading urgency. At this, Jaehyun sucks in a breath, clearly affected by your words and the entire situation.

“Fuck.. yeah? You want me to fuck you now, hm?” He mumbles into the skin of your next, leaving two small kisses before pulling back, “who am I to object?”

Kneeling before your body, his strong hands grab onto your calves, applying firm pressure before moving up your legs, repeating the grabbing motion a couple of times until he’s reached your thighs. He pulls you closer to him with ease, allowing your legs to find their place around his hips as if that’s where they’re meant to be.

“Do you want me to go slow?” His voice is a tad concerned because without being cocky, he knows he’s a lot and he knows it’s been a while. Your eyes find his, not missing the detail of his brows slightly scrunched because, God, he cares. You nod softly.

Alining himself, he holds himself up on one forearm, his chest gently touching yours as he pushes his length forward carefully. The stretch is intense, but also in a way rewarding, and as you hold onto his biceps to ground yourself, his now free hand finds your hip, his thumb caressing the skin in a calming motion.

“Jay, fuck… I forgot…” you whimper, closing your eyes to just feel, “how fucking big–“

With a gentle smirk, he pushes forward further, your hips lifting impatiently. You moan, uncaring of how thin these walls might be because this is Jaehyun, he, too, is vocal about his pleasure, and you don’t have to care about anything but feeling good. He takes care of everything else.

When he finally manages to bottom out, you feel like your head is spinning because, yes, it is that big, but also, fuck, you’ve missed this. But before emotions can well up, Jaehyun delivers a slow, deliberate thrust that drags along your walls just right and takes your mind off of everything else but how he feels buried deep in your cunt.

After making sure you can take it, he sits back up, effortlessly pulls you closer once more, throws one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to thrust deeply, working with pressure instead of speed. All you need to do is tilt your hips a little and every single deep thrusts hits exactly where it needs to. He swears under his breath about how well you’re taking him, soft moans leaving his lips with every motion.

“Holy fucking shit,” you moan, eyes barely staying open, hands clenching the sheets. Knowing you, Jaehyun knows exactly what this indicates, and he increases his speed slightly. His rough thrusts make the bed crash into the wall, your breasts moving in sync, his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek lovingly, his thumb slowly finding its way between your lips. 

He thrusts, and thrusts, the pressure builds, all you see raw, white pleasure, he’s hitting depths that no one but him could ever touch, you swear you can feel him in your brain and everywhere. Faster, faster, he never loses his grip on you, holding you tight and keeping you safe as the pressure builds and builds until it snaps.

With walls clenching around him hard and over and over, he slows, dragging his length in and out in an almost massaging manner until he abruptly pulls out, groans deeply and, like he used to, releases on your stomach. 

I love you, is what your brain forms immediately upon coming down from your high, but you don’t allow your mouth to say it. Yes, this was the best sex ever, just like every other time with him is, but, fuck, why did things have to be… like this.

“Are you okay?” Jaehyun’s gentle voice rips you from your inner battle. You hum, nodding softly as you slowly blink your eyes open. Equipped with a wet wipe form the bedside table, he gently takes his cum off your skin. “Was it worth it?”

You lift your head, slightly confused. But one look at Jaehyun tells you that he, too, is deep in the feels. “You know I never wanted to hurt you,” he says quietly, “and I haven’t even had sex with anyone since… us and… I just felt so empty… and I thought that would…”

“Don’t,” you interrupt him, “yes, it was a shit move, Jay, but I didn’t listen to you either. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I want to forget.” You pause. “Can we?”

Jaehyun gulps, then nods. You think he gets that you somewhat understand. 

“Yo, is someone having sex in there?” Mark’s voice sounds from outside, followed by a “yeah”, presumably from Johnny, and a loud fit of laughter. “Okay, but that’s crazy..” His voice quiets down as they walk off. Your eyes meet Jaehyun’s, both of you smile disbelievingly. You don’t know what this is yet, you don’t know where it will go, but for the time being, you’re gonna walk this walk together.