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Your friend shot you a sympathetic look but you looked to the side, earning a sigh from her. "You need to stop doing this, (Name). You're only gonna hurt yourself if this goes on."

You tuned her out, pointedly looking out of the window on your right. Ningning sighed again, closing the first-aid kit once she's done.

"I'm gonna regret telling you this but I know someone who can teach you," she started, catching how your ears twitched at her words.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. "His name's Heeseung and—"

You shot up before she could finished her sentence. "Wait, did you just say Heeseung? As in the Lee Heeseung? The one who won first place at every competitions?"

Ningning nodded. "Yup, the very same man himself. He doesn't ride anymore, due to a mild injury. He reached out to me first, asking if you needed someone to… teach you."

Your eyes widened, nearly popping out of its sockets. "To teach me?" You repeated, "wait, when did he contact you? And why now?"

Your friend pursed her lips. "Because I'm worried about you! You're spending most of your time practicing. You're always injured whenever you came home. Who wouldn't be worried!"

"Ningning—"

She stopped when she realized she's getting ahead of herself, closing her eyes and internally count to three before reopening them, looking like she had surrendered, like she knew her words couldn't stopped you from chasing after your dreams.

"Just.. be careful," she ended.

You nodded, reaching over to place your hand over hers. "I will. I promise."

~

The next day, you found yourself standing in front of a lonely house.

There's nothing impressive about it at first glance, other than the large and an open-aired fenced up area with a few horses roaming about, their ears twitching. A sheltered stable was situated on the right of the area, where you're certain it's built for horses to take shelter from the harsh, unforgiving sunlight and heavy rain.

At first, you thought you've arrived at the wrong place. You squinted your eyes against the sun shining down on you ruthlessly, holding down your hair when a strong gust of wind blew past you, causing sand to slap lightly against your skin. But no matter where you looked, no one was around. You were about to walk away, feeling defeated when—

"Are you (Name)?"

You looked over your shoulder, body turning as still as a statue when your eyes landed on—what you probably think—is the most handsome man you've laid your eyes upon, in your entire life. His features looked as though they were carefully sculpted from a patient hand—sharp when they needed to be and soft where it mattered.

High cheekbones caught under the sunlight, casting subtle shadows across his face, while his jawline was clean and defined enough to make your stomach do an embarrassing little flip. A worn brown suede jacket hung loosely over his broad frame, the oversized collar lined with dark fur that softened his otherwise imposing appearance. Beneath it was a faded henley shirt, the top button left unbuttoned, showing off more of his sun-kissed skin of his neck and collarbones that made you want to sink your teeth into.

A plaid shirt was tied around his waist, adding another layer to the effortlessly rugged look. Combined with the dust coating his boots and the horses roaming around behind him, he looked like he belonged here.

For the past few seconds or minutes, all you could do was to stare. And it didn't go unnoticed by him, whose eyes gleamed in amusement.

"I'm guessing that's a yes," he said.

Your face flared up. "Uh—"

Great.

Your first ever face-to-face encounter with someone you highly respect and you've already made a fool of yourself. What you didn't know however, was how you're so caught up in your embarrassment to notice how his eyes darkened a shade, how he tongued his cheek as he greedily and shamelessly drink in your figure.

"I know why you're here," he said, saving you from further drowning in a pool of humiliation.

You blinked. "Oh really?"

Heeseung nodded and crossed his arms. "Yup, I saw you before, how you always watch the competitions and shoving your way to stand at the front."

Your ears turned red, not sure whether you should be flattered with the fact that he remembers you, out of everyone else among the audience or something else. You awkwardly cleared your throat, shuffling your feet on the spot, feeling unusually timid with his unwavering and intense gaze that never left your face.

"So, when do we begin?" You asked, managing to keep your voice even and steady despite how your heart's about to leap out of your throat.

The man cocked his head to the side. "What makes you think I'll say yes?"

You opened and closed your mouth, rendered speechless by the sheer audacity of the man. Heeseung laughed, the sound light and melodious. You sworn you heard faint wedding bells ringing in the distance, feeling all light-headed and floaty.

"I'm kidding, I won't go back on my words. I'm not that kind of person," he replied, gesturing for you to follow him as he turned.

You obliged, easily catching up to him and walked beside him, where he brought you over to the fenced up area—where a few nearby mares stopped to look at your approaching figures.

You gulped, entering once Heeseung pushed the fence opened. You watched as a horse headed to him, standing a few centimeters back to observe his interaction with the four-legged creature.

How his features softened as he talked to it in a hushed, comforting tone. The kind of tone one will used when talking to their partner. How he lovingly patted the horse, his calloused fingers brushing against its skin. How he chuckled when it nudged its nose against his neck, huffing out hot air, begging for more attention, similar to a spoiled house cat.

"It likes you. What's its name?" you asked, crossing your arms, unaware that you're smiling from the wholesome interaction.

Heeseung hummed, brushing his hand through the majestic stallion's mane. "Name's Stella, she's been my ride and die since I first saw her. She's very loyal too. Wouldn't let anyone else other than me ride her."

You nodded. "Loyalty is hard to earn. The fact she's loyal to you is an impressive feat of its own."

His lips curled up in a knowing smirk. "If I didn't know better, I would think you're hitting on me."

"Someone needs to knock that ego of yours down a peg," you retorted but your words lacked no bite, your stomach doing another embarrassing flip at how the smirk widened across his face.

Damn, if you knew Heeseung's this fine, you would've done something about it a long time ago.

He stepped away from Stella, turning to walk towards you at a slow, languid pace, like he's taking a walk in a park. It took all of you to not moved an inch, planting your feet into the solid ground beneath your feet.

The cowboy stopped, now standing close enough for the tips of your shoes to touch. With the close proximity, you're able to get a whiff of his cologne mixed with his natural scent.

"Oh really? And who would that be?" He cooed, voice dangerously low and smooth like honey, smooth enough to scratch your brain just right.

Your breath stuttered in your throat when his gaze trailed down your face, lingering on your lips before it's back up to your eyes. He's shameless, with how he doesn't looked ashamed at the fact of him being caught red-handed. And gods, his confidence made your cheeks flushed and your heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know. Maybe it's someone who just so happens to be in need of your… expertise," you replied, matching his tone, watching how his eyes widened slightly before they darkened a shade.

His jaw clenched but before he could say anything, you stepped back, looking at him all innocently despite the very obvious tension engulfing the two of you.

"So, are we getting started or what? C'mon cowboy, show me how you ride," you called out to him.

~

One week passed.

One week of Heeseung showing you the ropes behind horse riding. Putting your… desire for him to ravish you to six ways beyond the world, you're surprised with how knowledgeable he is for what seemed to be common sense. Sure, you have the basics locked down but there's more than just practice makes perfect.

"You're doing it again."

You stopped at his words, about to grab the reins but his voice stopped you. The cowboy leaned against the fence behind him, arms crossed with the hem of his hat dipping low enough to hide his eyes from your view. But it did nothing to hide how they kept flicking down to your bare thighs—something you did on purpose.

You worn the skimpiest outfit you can find in your closet—the shortest pair of shorts that barely covered anything along with the thinnest white crop top and a pair of dusty brown boots to complete the look. When Heeseung first saw you, you could see his brain malfunctioned on the spot.

He dragged his eyes down your body, tongue darting out to wet his lips at your clean, smooth and unblemished thighs. Skin that's practically inviting him in with open arms and legs for him to mark them, to leave physical evidence of him behind, imprinted on your body.

Not to mention, he made zero effort to hide the way he's eye-fucking you every time you bent over, giving him a front-view seat of your behind.

The cowboy sighed, already looking exhausted despite the lesson starting less than ten minutes ago. He didn't push off the fence, choosing to remain there so you can learned from your mistakes without needing him to guide you. Not when he had taught you a few times.

"I've told you before, your weight matters. A horse carries everything you do. Every shift and every movement. If you lean too forward, they feel it. Lean too back and they feel it too," he explained, pushing off the fence and approached you, placing his hand on the stallion's nose, earning a snort of satisfaction.

You hummed absentmindedly, idly twirling the reins around your fingers. It's not your fault, with how attractive the cowboy looks with the sunlight kissing his honey-toned face.

"…Are you listening?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer.

You blinked. "Y-Yea, I was."

Heeseung arched an brow, unconvinced. "Alright, then repeat what I just said."

"…The horse has feelings?"

He didn't reply, mostly because he doesn't have the energy anymore. Instead, all you got was a flat and unimpressed stare. You flashed him your most sweetest and brightest smile—a huge contrast to the kind of thoughts running through your mind, hoping it will softened him up.

But he didn't take the bait.

"Move your right leg back. You're gonna get thrown off the horse if you continue sitting like this," he instructed.

You knew you should move, should obey his words since he's the expert here. But you can't helped it, not with how your eyes, mind and attention drifted somewhere else. To the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing more of those choke and drool-worthy skin that you want to feel directly pressed against your body. To the muscles in his forearms, flexing whenever he adjusted the saddle straps or do anything else. And also—

"(Name)."

You blinked, snapping back to reality. "H-Huh?"

He looked at you, that signature unreadable look taking over his handsome and kissable face. "You're staring."

At me.

He doesn't have to say the last two words, not when it's clear as day as to what you were looking at. Heat crept up the back of your neck, flustered with his bluntness.

"..I wasn't! I was thinking!" You blurted out, a poor and feeble attempt to save yourself from your humiliating dilemma.

Heeseung chuckled, the sound low and throaty, enough for heat to pool in your stomach. Fuck, you want to feel the vibrations against your skin. Maybe on your neck or even better, the aching space between your legs. You didn't have to look down to know you're already soaking and leaking.

"Thinking about what? I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with horse riding," he pointed out, all smug and knowing.

And he's not wrong.

His words gave you a surge of courage. You hopped off the horse, not caring how you'll land badly with how careless you were. The cowboy's eyes widened, genuine horror flashed across his face as he steadied you with his large hands on your hips. He parted his lips, ready to say something but you were faster.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him towards you and crashed your lips against his. The kiss was messy, desperate and hot, fueled by nothing but the mini chasing and waiting game both of you willingly took part in. He was startled at first, with how he didn't react but when it clicked for him, Heeseung returned the kiss with equal neediness.

You let out a pleased sigh against his cupid-bow lips, a sound that he swallowed without hesitation. Heeseung tugged you close until you're pressed chest-to-chest, not leaving any ounce of space between you and him, like he didn't want to be separated from you.

Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, not caring that the hat he worn fell to the floor or how you're out in the open, with the horse acting as a witness to two humans going at it.

You gave a light, experimental tug on his hair and was rewarded with a low, deep and guttural growl from him. More heat pooled in your stomach just from hearing it.

You attempted to rub your thighs together, desperately craving for some form of friction but Heeseung was faster. He broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder, like you're nothing but a sack of potatoes.

"Heeseung!"

You squeaked out, mortified and your face turned even redder when he smacked your asscheek. It's not just once but rather, it was twice in a row—one left and one right. You bit down on your lip, swallowing the whimper that nearly slipped from the tip of your tongue, clenching down on nothing as your underwear is directly pressed against your core.

The cowboy turned a deaf ear to you, marching like he has somewhere to be. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed he's bringing you into the stables rather than his own home. The strong stench of hay and horse shit invaded your senses. You didn't have the time to be revolted at it, for your vision was flipped over.

You flailed your arms about like a wild, frantic chicken, only to find yourself straddling Heeseung's lap. The cowboy sat on what seemed to be a few layers of cloths.

His left hand clasped itself around the back of your neck, using it to pull you in so he could kissed you again. You moaned into the kiss, scooting forward, allowing him to touch you everywhere with his free hand.

You gasped as he boldly cupped you through your shorts, moving his hand up and down while swallowing the angelic sounds you made.

"So fucking wet for me. What a dirty, needy girl you are. Coming over and wearing these kinds of clothes. You knew what you were doing, don't you?" He hissed, fingers popping the button open swiftly.

You whimpered, lifting your hips up slightly so he can wrestle it down your legs, leaving you wearing your pathetic, thin and nearly transparent white cotton underwear with a cute pastel pink bow above your pussy. Heeseung pulled back, resting his forehead against yours and he audibly inhaled, unable to tear his eyes away from the large, visible wet patch.

"All this just from kissing? Tell me what you thought about," he murmured, ducking his head to trail hot, searing kisses down the expanse of your neck. It's only right for you to tilt your head back, granting him access as you hooked your arms around his shoulders to support your weight.

"I…hngh…t-thought about your—oh fuck—m-mouth," you stuttered, voice cracking at his kisses growing sharper and meaner, switching to using his teeth to leave marks in his wake.

Heeseung hummed, the vibrations traveling down the length of your body and right down to your pussy, causing more slick to pour out from it. "Yea? Want my mouth on you? Want me to eat you out until you're crying and begging for me to stop? Want me to eat this tight little pussy of yours?"

You outright sobbed at his words, how his voice dropped an octave lower. You grinded your hips against his, seeking for friction but he clicked his tongue, firmly holding you down, forbidding you from moving any further. Heeseung moved away from your neck, his lips swollen and pupils completely blown out, clouded with lust.

He kissed you again, softer and sweeter while he slowly leaned back, bringing you down with him. When he's fully laying on the sheets spread out beneath him, he broke the kiss, chuckling at how you chased after his lips. He patted your right thigh with his hand, shooting you a sly grin when you gave him a confused look.

"Sit on my face, princess. Wanna make you feel good," he said.

Well fuck, if that isn't the hottest thing you've heard in your entire life. As much as you wanted to lower yourself, a small part of you was unsure, thinking you were mishearing things. You looked at him, your hands curled into fists as they rested on your lap.

"..Are you sure?" You asked, your voice small.

Heeseung's features softened, his doe-like eyes never leaving your face, not even for a split second. "Of course I'm sure. I want this and you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words combined with the pure sincerity in his voice. You scooted upward with him holding you gently but firmly by your waist until your core is hovering directly over his face. You let him tugged your panties to the side. The movement caused long, sticky and glimmering strands of slick to stretch until they snapped into half.

"Fuck, look at this.. So fuckin' pretty and wet. It's all for me, isn't it?" He breathed out, now hooking your arms around your waist, forcing you to lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth.

The moment you fully sat on his face, you sworn you nearly saw the white pearly gates of heaven.

Heeseung eats you out like a starving, famished man, like he hasn't eaten a proper meal for the past five months. And that wouldn't be far from the truth. He's enthusiastic, messy and sloppy—all of the three things combined into what will probably be the best pussy-eating session you ever had.

Long and broad strokes along your puffy, dripping folds with the tip of his tongue used to collect your essence as he lapped away, like a dog in heat. When he reached your clit, he savored it with quick and pointed flicks, enough to make you bend forward, hands fisting the sheets beneath your palms.

Your thighs quivered at a particular loud and harsh suck with his lips wrapped around the hood of your clit, the suction making your toes curled in your boots.

"O-Oh fuck. So fuckin' good—hah," you moaned out loud, shame be dammed at this point.

He moaned, shaking his head side to side, further smearing your slick across his face, like how one does when they're spreading butter on bread. Loud slurping sounds and moans filled the air in the stables. Both of you didn't care that there were some horses in the same roof as you, both too focused in the current heat of the moment.

You weren't aware you were rocking your hips against his mouth, using the sharp edge of his nose to get yourself off. Heeseung groaned in approval, letting you use him like a tool. He moved his hand down to your ass, alternating between spanking and kneading the meaty flesh, like it's nothing but dough with his warm and calloused hand.

Your breathing grew ragged and unsteady, something tight gradually building in your abdomen, like a piece of rubber-band was stretched beyond its limit. The cowboy knew you're reaching your climax and he buried his face deeper into your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit in just the right angle.

You could barely register the kind of sounds you were making. Sounds that could rival against a professional pornstar. The crop top you worn cling onto your skin, drenched in nothing but your sweat from the humidity of the stable.

"I-I'm gonna cum—fuck, c-close," you babbled.

Your words only made him increased the intensity, with him now paying more attention to your swollen, sensitive clit. The last straw came in the form of him plunging his tongue as deep as possible for you to tip over the edge. Your thighs was clamped tightly around his head, body shaking like a fallen leaf as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Heeseung didn't pull away but rather, he continued. He ate you through your orgasm, letting out louder moans and groans, acting like he's the one cumming instead of you. You had to pull at his hair relentlessly, trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy. Only when he pressed a final, light kiss directly on your core was he finally satisfied.

He sat up, only for you to stop him with a hand on his chest. Confused, he lets you pushed him back down until he's half-leaning against the wall behind him.

Confusion was replaced with understanding and desire once he saw how you scooted down, getting to your knees between his legs. You pushed the hem of his shirt up, revealing his honey-toned skin, outlines of his abs along with a dangerous v-line that took your breath away.

"Let me help you out," you murmured, never breaking eye contact as you palmed him through his jeans, feeling him hardened and filling out between your fingers.

Heeseung groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He lets you unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down, the sound seemingly loud in the stable, foreshadowing what's to come. The jeans and Playboy boxers quickly came off as you placed it aside, not wanting it to be dirtied even though he doesn't care about that.

Your breath was punched out of your lungs when his cock sprang free from its restraints. It slapped against his toned stomach, leaving a bead of precum behind.

You planted a kiss on the tip—light and fleeting, savoring the way his breath hitched and how he canted his hips forward, his cock gliding against your left cheek.

You took him into your mouth, lips stretching as wide as possible to accommodate the grith of his cock. To say he's big would be an understatement. You felt a stinging and lingering pain from your jaw muscles, with how you're overexerting yourself to take him fully but you persisted. Your nostrils flared, able to smell his musty scent that makes your head spin and eyes dazing out.

Heeseung threw his head back, baring his Adam's Apple that bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Sweat droplets rolled down his neck. It's obvious he's fighting against his own demons—to fuck your throat like it's nothing but a fleshlight. You inched forward, starting off at a slow, steady rhythm as you bobbed your head back and forth.

You hummed, the added and abrupt vibration drew a choked out, breathless moan from the cowboy. Determined to hear more, you used your hand to touch areas you couldn't reached with your mouth, lightly raking your nails along the edge of his cock.

Heeseung's hips twitched and he accidentally jerked forward, shoving more of his cock down your mouth, eliciting a surprised, muffled sound from you.

"That's it, take it. Take everything," he grunted, hips moving as he thrusted into your mouth, reaching out with one hand to blindly grab a fistful of your hair, using it as reins like you're a horse and he's your rider.

You picked up the pace, hollowing your cheeks for better suction, causing him to arch his back off the sheets as it sticks to his back, already damp with nothing but his sweat.

Your hand reached further down, cupping and fondling with his heavy balls that's practically on the verge of bursting and he cum, spilling down your throat.

You didn't gag, swallowing everything he has to offer, slobbering away at his cock like it's nothing but a piece of chicken drumstick, pushing him through his climax. Heeseung's loud when he cums, moaning and chanting your name like a sacred prayer.

When he fell back to the sheets, all limp and boneless, you took that as your cue to pull away, planting a kiss on his tip, snickering at how it twitched from the contact.

Heeseung's eyes shifted to you, panting and he tugged you over, meeting you in the middle. Both of you moaned at the heavy taste of his cum filling your mouths.

The rest of your clothes were frantically removed, fueled with nothing but the pent-up need to feel your bodies pressed together. He paused, breath taken away from how your breasts jiggled free when he chucked your bra aside.

He leaned forward but you stopped him, fingers clasped around his chin, forcing him to look up at you with wide eyes.

"Next time. Just fuck me before I lose my mind," you confessed, like you're committing a sin.

He made a low, needy sound at the back of his throat, deeply affected by your words and the sheer desperation in your voice. He nodded eagerly, pulling you down to kiss you, wanting to get another taste of you. If he could, he'd prefer to stay like this until the end of the world—you sitting on his lap, the only place you deserved and you let him worshiped you.

You sighed into the kiss, letting your hands feel him up as you touched his bare chest, feeling him shivered under your palms when you brushed your fingers against his nipples. You opened your eyes when something light was placed on top of your head. One glance up was enough to identify the newly added but barely noticeable weight.

"Seriously?" You asked, amused but made no move to remove the accessory.

Heeseung, on the other hand, was starstruck by the sight before him. "Fuck, you look gorgeous. Ride me while you wear it."

You arched an brow. "So bossy, but if you insist."

With his help, you aligned yourselves together. Instead of sinking down immediately, you rocked your hips back and forth, moaning at the delirious sensation of his cockhead rubbing against your fat, dripping pussy lips. Heeseung hissed, nails digging into your hips when you grabbed a hold of his cock before pushing yourself down.

He watched, mesmerized with how his cock disappeared, inch by inch until you bottomed out, your asscheeks hitting his strong, muscular thighs. Your moans echoed among the four walls of the stables, with the horses minding their businesses.

Your mouth dropped open, forming an "O" shape at how you're practically being split apart on his cock.

"Fuck, so tight and warm," the cowboy rasped out, squeezing his eyes shut and teeth sinking into his bottom lip, clearly fighting against his restraint to not buck upwards.

You reached out, placing both hands on his shoulders to raise yourself up until his tip is still nestled between your pussy lips before slamming down. You repeated it, managing to set a doable pace for yourself, ensuring to move your hips in a tight circle motion at every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with the wet, squelching sounds was the only things audible in the stables.

You arched your back, pushing your chest forward, squealing out loud when Heeseung leaned forward to wrap his lips around your right nipple. He switched between licking and nipping at it. You had to hold the hat down from on top when you felt it tipping backward. He used his free hand to pinch your other nipple, wanting to give equal love and attention while you bounced on his lap.

"Just like that, doll. Look at you, you're a natural at riding," he groaned, detaching his lips from your nipple that's covered in a thin layer of saliva.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as the string of saliva snapped into half as he leaned back, wanting to take in the majestic view before him.

A series of whimpers, moans and whines spilled from your lips endlessly, like a broken water tap. You didn't care that you were being extremely loud, not like there's anyone around in the first place. Here, it's just you and Heeseung, along with the horses being the unfortunate victims of watching someone riding the living lights of their precious rider.

Heeseung gripped onto your hips and delivered a sharp, long thrust upward. It's enough to draw a high-pitched cry from you. Your body slumped forward, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders and he took that as his cue to fuck into you from below.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tongue licking up the sweat on his honey-toned skin, tasting salt on your tongue. Your nails dug into his back, hard enough to leave marks behind—something he doesn't mind.

You keened, unable to think of anything else other than the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your wet, gaping pussy and how he's able to hit places that you thought it was impossible to.

"H-Hee.. hngh, g-gonna cum—"

You slurred, tears prickling your eyes with your vision blurring slightly. At your words, Heeseung threw your right leg over his shoulder. You were still seated on his cock but the slight change of angle allowed him to slide deeper, if that was still possible.

"Cum for me, baby," he demanded, hand snaking down to rub your clit furiously.

You had to support your weight with your hands braced against the sheets beneath you. You whimpered at the sudden, painful stimulation. Your body quivered nonstop as pleasure crashed over you without warning, your walls convulsing around his cock violently. Heeseung showed no signs of stopping as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

"S-Stop! Too much," you wailed, milking his cock dry until a creamy white ring was formed around the base of his cock.

"Yes, you can. Do it for me," he panted, his movements growing sloppy.

With one final long thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and filled your pussy with thick and hot cum, painting your walls in the shade of milky white.

You moaned at the feeling of being filled up, feeling unusually full as he pumped you full of his cum. Your thighs trembled when you felt something warm and sticky slowly rolling down your thighs but made no move to wipe it off, too exhausted to lift a single finger.

You slumped against Heeseung, chin on his left shoulder. Both of you didn't say a word, catching your breath first. You felt him softening inside you but he didn't pull out.

"Heeseung, you—!?"

You didn't finish your sentence, not when he snapped his hips upward again. You sobbed, your pussy too sensitive for anything else now. You leaned back, wanting to tell him off or to stop him, only for your voice to die down in your throat.

Even when he looks wrecked, he still looks annoyingly handsome, much to your mild annoyance. Whatever thoughts or words you had in mind was washed down the drain when he snapped his hips forward, his cock kissing that one spongy spot hidden in your pussy, making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

hands over your face, you let out a frustrated yell. “fuck why can’t i just get this?” you were tired. the world and everyone in it felt like they were moving too fast for you, constantly progressing and advancing through life while you were still here, catching your breath, barely seeing a shadow of their figure. you felt yourself slump against the cold wall, fist pounding against your chest, struggling to breathe as weak winces left your dry lips.

useless. four hours and not a single thing has changed. how pathetic. are you even trying at this point? just give up. everyone is doing so much better than–

“stop,” he uttered, his soft hand grasped your wrist, gently pulling it away from you and down to rest on the floor. “i don’t like you hurting yourself, it hurts me too. it makes me upset, you don’t want me to be upset, do you?” he tilted your chin up and there you met his eye. your knight in shining armor, your best friend, yang jungwon. his hold around your wrist loosened, moving to cradle your cheek, thumb carefully wiping away the teardrop that you failed to notice were falling. “why the long face, pretty?”

he flashed you a smile, one so soft and inviting. a whine left you lips as you lunged forward to wrap your arms around his neck, him reciprocating with his around your waist moving your head to rest in the crook of his neck. his embrace felt so warm, like a safe haven that would welcome you after a long day. “where were you?” you cried, tears soaking into the tan hoodie he was wearing.

“at my own house, angel. i only came by to deliver you some side dishes that your mom made for you… it’s a good thing i came by, huh?” you silently nodded, eyes shut with broken whimpers leaving every once in a while. he felt your grip tighten as he adjusted you, pulling you closer into his lap with a sigh. “let it out, i’m here now.” and let it out you did.

he didn’t say anything as you cried in his arms, not a single peep. all he did was hold you tight against his chest, like a promise that he was there to protect you from all the bad things that would hurt you. slowly but surely you felt your tears dry, breath ease, and body relax like magic. you must’ve been crying for at least an hour, but as you lift your head from his shoulder you only find him smiling at you. dimples framing his mochi-like cheeks, eyes sparkling but eyebrows just the slightest bit furrowed to show his worry for you. there you felt it, your heart turn with a thump and thoughts quicken. “feel better?” he asked, snapping you out of your gaze. his voice was a whisper, considerate so as to not startle you while you calmed down.

“mhm, much. thanks, wonie.” he mindlessly nodded, attention shifting to stroke your head, playing with the ends of your hair. the room remained quiet with him distracted, playing with your hair, and you, distracted with him.

there was something about yang jungwon. something strange yet so special. you always knew he was the kind of person that many easily gravitated towards with his joyful demeanor that would light up rooms, his lovable look that made him seem so cute, the way he could suddenly switch from sweet to serious when the situation called for it, and how heart remained kind despite how cruel the world was. a fool to some, but a heart of gold to you.

your eyes are meticulous with how they take in each one of his features once again, as if the first time wasn’t enough. his supple skin that shone the lightest bit golden under the warm lights, hair slightly curling in on itself showing that natural curl he’s had since before, boba eyes that hold every bit of emotion he expressed on his face, the tips of his mouth sinking into his cheeks as his smile melts while looking at you, cheeks flushed with a rosy pink when he realized that you were looking at him, and teeth shyly poking out to nibble on his lower lip turning it a bright red. so pretty. you nervously reached up to pull his lip from his teeth, frowning as you caress the swollen flesh.

“don’t do that. you told me not to hurt myself, i don’t want you to do that either.” his lips quipped into a cheeky grin, childishly giggling at the furrow between your brows. you sighed, heart heavy in your chest from all the running emotions. “i missed you.” you started, shyly admitting the thoughts in your head, playing with the strings of his hoodies as you continued. “it was really scary without you here a while ago. i was doing nothing, nothing productive, and yet it felt like i was doing everything. there was so much going on in my head and it was so loud and endless and i just wanted it to stop. but it didn’t. it just kept on going and going–”

“hey, hey, look at me.” your sight was blurry with tears. you hated how weak you were like this. “you’re safe now, okay? nothing can harm you, not even those thoughts of yours.”

“everyone is moving forward, wonie. and i feel stuck here. it’s like quicksand the way that, no matter how hard i try to get out, i just end up sinking deeper… it was suffocating. i couldn’t breathe!”

“yn,” he grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest, right where his heart was. thump thump thump. it was steady, loud against your palm. thump thump thump. was his heart always this fast? “the only thing you’re sinking into are those negative thoughts of yours. angel, it’s okay to rest. you don’t always have to push yourself when you’re tired. i can promise you that even if you take a break, you’re not falling behind. everyone moves at a different pace, they have good days and they have bad ones, it’s normal.” his other hand raised and lowered in the air, face obnoxiously guiding you to breathe in and out with every motion. “it’s natural to want to do your best, but that shouldn’t come at the cost of your health and mental well-being.”

“then what am i supposed to do? you and i both know that this won’t be the last time it happens!”

“then call me! text me. i don’t care. i just want to be there for you at times like these. i like you enough to want you and protect you even when you’re spiraling. just tell me and i’ll be there to hold your hand, wipe your tears, hug you tight, make you listen to how hard my heart beats because of you. if you want to sit in silence, then i’ll be quiet. if you want to be distracted, then i’ll talk forever. if you’re sporting a frown, then i’ll pull funny faces after comforting you just to make you laugh.” he rambled, eyes digging into yours as he spilled his feelings for you. “don’t shut yourself in when i’m more than willing to help you.”

you froze, watching as his chest went up and down, breathless from his rant. his cheeks flushed a deeper red and mouth turned to a frown from how painful his heart hurt. so many words but all you could focus on was, “jungwon, you like me?”

his eyes widened, fingers squeezing your hip as he replied a breathless “yes. for a while now. a year or so, maybe longer.” wow. jungwon liked you. your best friend liked you. no more was your head stressing over pace, future, nothingness. now it could only repeat his confession, yelling at you to reply to the one trust.

just confess already! don’t go telling yourself that you don’t like him, when we all know that you like this man. for fucks sake, he’s the only one who could calm you down with a hug. that’s romance. kiss!

before you could stress any further, you closed the distance between you two. it hits you instantly. fireworks. a feeling that you didn’t expect to happen, burying it deep in your heart to not ruin your friendship. but those feelings only developed, coming up to make butterflies flutter in your stomach. you feel him stiffen and you pull away slowly. “i-i’m sorry, i just– you said you liked me and i realized i liked you too. and i just really wanted to kiss you then,” your words got slower and quieter as your sentence dragged on. maybe that was too sudden. he just confessed and everything.

as if sensing your mind start to stress, he held your cheek and pulled you into him once again. “payback,” he muttered against your lips, a smirk forming before his thumb brushed the skin by your ear. his words made you scoff into the kiss, lips soon melting into his as if this was where you two were meant to be all along. jungwon tilted his head, creating a new angle that allowed him to deepen the kiss with his hand lowering to cradle the back of your neck. his tongue moved to lick your bottom lip, begging for entrance only to be met with a little shake of your head. he huffed in annoyance, teeth suddenly biting your lip catching you by surprise with a gasp.

he easily slipped his tongue in, holding you tighter against him when he felt your grip on his hoodie start to falter. “focus, pretty.” your tongue bumped against his as you tried to copy his actions, breath quickening and the heat between you two growing hotter. it was intoxicating. he tasted like sugar, probably from the gummies he ate on his way over, the ones he always keeps on him as a little treat. with every kiss, bite, and breath swapped between the two of you, it only further confirmed your feelings for one another. an intense kiss, fueled not from the heat of the moment but from all the feelings that you two kept hidden thinking it was never reciprocated. it was getting harder to breathe again and as his grip moved to thighs, pulling you impossibly closer, did you become aware of how pressed up you were against him. it was dizzying how addicting his kiss felt.

“jungwon, hah... need to breathe,” you sighed, trying to pull away simply to find him leaning further in your direction to keep your lips connected. he successfully managed to attach his kiss swollen lips against yours, both of you laughing with silly smiles on your faces. “you’re so annoying. keep kissing me and my head’s gonna be stressed out again with thoughts of you this time.”

“oh no, what horror. don’t worry, pretty. if it ever gets too loud,” he tenderly guided your hand back to his chest, resting on his heart. just like before, thump thump thump thump. his heart loud against your palm, ringing in your ears with its vibrations. thump thump thump thump. “just remember my heartbeat, the way it strums a melody, fast but beautiful all because of you.” jungwon was obsessed, finding himself completely lost in you and the way you tasted. he felt his heart continue to thump in a frenzy, beyond elated at the feeling of you softly laughing against his lips, a giddy grin on your face. “or you could just kiss me. either works.” he joked, teeth fully on display when you pulled back with a bubbling laugh.

“hmm, i might just have to take you up on that offer.”

“i look forward to it!” and with his fingers guiding your chin back to his lips for the third maybe fourth time today, all you could think of was how grateful you were to have jungwon by your side to ease both your brain and heart, with his words and kisses.

You always were the one to be left behind — just a second option and nothing more. Always the one to wake up in bed alone, always the one to be quickly forgotten after the night spent together. That's what you were used for and you had to adjust. “I don't date, it's boring”, “I don't make love, it's lame” — things that you would constantly say to people around you. And they thought it's just your personality, your preferences, so they didn't think much of it. The truth is that behind these words and nonchalant behaviour you were hiding a desire to be loved. To be someone's one and only. To be treated carefully with respect, gently like a little princess.

You never actually said it, but you were clinging to the pieces of softness and affection every time you had a night stand with someone. “Baby,” they would whisper in your ear, trying to distract you from the way their dick ruined your walls in a painful way. Their voice echoed in your head, making your heart melt, while your pussy was throbbing in pain. “That's okay, they're doing their best to be careful. It won't hurt, when I adjust,” you would think during the whole night, even when it clearly wasn't alright.

Or you would think that pain brings you more pleasure, that you're just not made for soft sex. “It's boring,” you would joke, drinking in the company of friends, your words met with a teasing whistle.

Your sex partners would constantly hurt you, but you always tried to please them in every way possible. You knew exactly what every guy dreamt about and you were always ready to give it to them. Just to earn an approving reaction or praise, just to be filled inside later — you always hoped it would make you feel less empty.

But it never worked. Instead, you were always left alone in the morning. Nights in bed would be spent with you covered in tears, desperately hugging a pillow, wishing it was a real person instead. This is something you lived with for a long time. But then it changed.

As soon as you met Heeseung.

He was different right from the start. Always held doors for you, pulled out a chair, made sure you got home safe and comfortable. Everything about him felt right in the best way possible, but there was one thing you couldn’t understand — why he was so nice to you. There was no way he could like someone like you — you simply couldn’t put it in your head. But when Heeseung actually confessed his feelings it felt like a fairytale. And everything started to change even more.

There you were now. In the hallway of your apartment. Pressed to the wall. Making out with Heeseung.

He didn’t even have a chance to say something, when the door hung open and you immediately pulled him into a kiss. Oh, how bad did you want him. His lips were soft against yours, strong arms wrapped around you as soon as he felt your mouth on his. Heeseung always felt what you wanted and always gave it to you. His body pressed to yours, trapping you between him and the wall. One of his hands flew to your hair, holding your head. Not to make sure you don’t pull away, but to express his affection to you. He managed to caress your hair through the whole kiss, butterflies in your stomach appearing like never before.

When his other hand gripped your waist, you arched your back, giving in and whining in his lips. “Hee…” you whimpered, already reaching for his belt on the jeans.

Suddenly, he stopped your hand, gently gripping your wrist. You pulled away, looking into his eyes in slight surprise.

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to-” you blurted out, imeddiately starting to apologize, but were interrupted.

“I do,” Heeseung firmly replied, his hooded eyes full of two opposites - lust and affection - looking into yours. “But I want to take my time with you. Let’s not hurry, okay?” he gently caressed your cheek, brushing away a strand of your hair.

The soft look he gave you made your stomach flip. You felt warm. And somehow it only made you want more.

“Okay,” you answered with a strained voice, that wasn’t hiding your desire. “How do you want it then? What do you want me to-”

Heeseung lifted you up without saying anything. You gripped onto his neck and he carried you to the bedroom in the bridal style.

When you were there, he gently laid you on the bed, slightly hovering after. His eyes roamed over your body with unhidden affection and admiration. It made the tie in your stomach tighten even more. You weren’t used to this. Usually guys you slept with were in heat and hurried to undress and fuck you. They never actually cared about you, only thinking about your naked body and how to use it. But all of that was long forgotten in the past. Because now you had Heeseung.

His hand caressed your shoulder with a featherlight touch, tracing a line down to your fingers. When he reached your hand, he gently held it, bringing to his lips and leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles. It made you blush like a little girl. This sudden attention that you weren’t used to got your senses heightened, your thighs pulling together. Heeseung noticed your reaction and smirked — not in a mean way, more like he was in awe of your adorable rosy cheeks and squeezed thighs.

“W-what do you want to do? Do you want me to-” you tried to ask again, stuttering — affected by Heeseung’s actions.

“Baby,” he gently said, his eyes softening. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“But how can I-”

“Relax,” Heeseung whispered, placing soft kisses along your jawline. Your breathing hitched and you buried your fingers in his hair, letting out a sigh. His pace was unhurried, small kisses slowly covering your jawline and neck.

He slightly nibbled on your skin, immediately licking the pain away after, apologizing. You shivered at the sudden feeling of the wetness of his tongue on your neck and let out a small sigh.

"Like it, mhm?" Heeseung lowly mumbled in your ear, his smile evident in his voice. "Want me to do it again, baby?"

He pulled away, looking in your eyes and actually waiting for your answer. His eyebrows raised in question, a small grin playing on his lips like he was talking to a child.

You nodded in hesitation, lost in the situation you'd never been before. Heeseung softly chuckled, ruffling your hair and pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"That's it. My good girl," he whispered after leaning closer to your ear again, making you shakily exhale. His intonation was soft, relaxed, his words caring and not handling a piece of mockery — only pure affection.

Heeseung brought his tongue to the skin of your neck, starting to lick on it, sometimes leaving small kisses in between.

Gosh, you'd never felt so dizzy in your life.

His hands were lightly caressing your sides, making you shiver at the most sensitive spots — when his fingers gently grazed your thighs and underneath your breasts. Heeseung wasn't pressing — he was exploring, softly, with adoration and no need to rush. Because when you were lying under him with flushed cheeks, letting out small sighs every now and then, he had all the time in the world — even if it wasn't enough he would be able to stop it just to prolong the moment.

Heeseung's hand finally slid under the hem of your shorts but suddenly stopped.

"Is this okay?" he asked in a soft voice, pulling away from your neck where he left a generous number of marks and looking in your eyes. His own were glistening and sparkling — probably love for you had ignited the warm, comforting fire in them.

You slowly nodded, yet still were tense. That was so different and new you felt like all of this time you were having sex in the wrong way. Your partners would devour you like animals, like you never were a person — an object. They never asked your permission for something simple like that, never treated you with so much care.

Heeseung noticed even that.

A small hesitation in your eyes, worry, fear of unknown. He was reading you like an open book, leafing through the pages.

"Are you okay?" Heeseung asked, brushing strands of hair away from your face. "You look like something's bothering you."

You gave him a small smile, mentally deciding to give him an honest answer.

"I'm okay... I've just never— uhm well..." you stopped, not sure of how to describe your situation. Heeseung's eyebrows slightly raised.

"You've never?.. Are you a virgin?" he softly asked, interpreting your words in the wrong way.

You immediately flushed, shaking your hands in the air in denial.

"No, no, no. I've had sex. It just... was different."

Heeseung was confused — he frowned, making a slight crease appear on his forehead.

"How different?"

"Rougher... Harder... Different," you replied quietly, looking in his eyes. Heeseung's eyebrows flew higher, and he bit on his bottom lip.

"You want me to be rougher?.." hesitation was evident in his voice, his mind was racing with different thoughts.

"No! I'm okay with... your rhytm. I love it," you shyly smiled, taking Heeseung's hand and gently squeezing it. "I've never been treated that well in my life," you quietly added, pressing your lips in a thin line.

His gaze softened. He didn't know your background, didn't know about the things that you'd gone through. But he felt it. The desire to be loved and cared of, to be treated right.

"Yeah? You like how I treat you?" Heeseung asked in a lower voice, hovering over you. His eyes flicked to your lips, gaze full of fascination and excitement. "Do you want me to continue then?"

You slightly nodded in reply, feeling small under his weight. Not in the bad way. In the way that made you melt from inside.

"Baby," Heeseung leaned closer to your face, his voice firm and determined. "Let's make love tonight."

Your eyes widened for a second but softened under his gaze. Small smiles were playing on both of your faces. You nodded, burying your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer into a kiss.

It was the moment you realized — you were actually loved and safe. Right in Heeseung's arms.

With one slow, deliberate thrust, Sunoo sank into your heat — a broken, desperate whine escaping his lips as he buried himself inside you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he began to fuck you, but his rhythm was different now — less dominant, more pleading. Each grind was a question, his hips rolling against yours as if begging for permission. “Ah — ah, fuck — please,” he whimpered, his forehead pressing against yours. “Please let me — I need —”

The filthy wet sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, but over it, his breathy moans were constant. He leaned down, his mouth on your neck, not tasting but gasping against your skin. His hips worked a desperate, uneven rhythm, chasing something he could barely control.

“F-feel that?” he stammered, voice cracking. “I’m — I’m filling you up so good, right? Please tell me I am. Please —”

You could only manage a whimper, arching into him, and he sobbed out a moan, driving harder, faster, but still with that same submissive edge — like he was fucking you for your pleasure, not his own. His thighs trembled as he neared the edge.

“I’m gonna — can I? Please let me come,” he begged, his voice hitched and whiny. “I need to — please, baby, please —”

Your walls clenched around his cock, and he let out a high, keening cry as he buried himself to the hilt, held there, and let go — hot ropes of cum pumping directly into your cunt. He shuddered through his orgasm, whimpering against your shoulder, his entire body shaking as you milked him dry.

For a long moment you stayed locked together, panting, his seed leaking out around the condom slightly where he was still buried. He kissed your forehead — a soft, needy press of lips — then pulled out slowly, watching his cum trickle down your thigh after pulling off what you thought was an intact condom.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, voice small and vulnerable. “So much — please don’t ever leave me.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, still breathless, and he let out a quiet, happy sigh. Carefully, he picked you up — arms trembling slightly — bringing you into the bathroom to wash the both of you off in the bath before carrying you once again to bed. He curled around you, nuzzling into your neck with a softness only he could bring.

For the past week, something had felt... off. At first, you ignored it. You were tired more often than usual, constantly nauseous in the mornings, and certain foods suddenly made your stomach turn. Everyone around you assumed it was stress or some kind of bug.

You tried convincing yourself of the same thing. Except it didn't go away. If anything, it got worse.

Every time you complained about feeling sick, your boyfriend, Sunoo, would freeze for the briefest second. It was subtle enough that most people wouldn't notice, but you knew him too well. Then he'd quickly cover it with concern. "Maybe you should see a doctor," he'd suggest gently.

After hearing the same recommendation for the third time, you finally booked an appointment. You expected a prescription. Maybe some vitamins. Instead, the doctor smiled and congratulated you.

Congratulations.

The word echoed in your head for several seconds before your brain finally caught up. Pregnant. You were pregnant. And somehow, that wasn't even the part that left you speechless.

The realization that followed hit much harder. The nervous looks. The strange guilt on Sunoo's face whenever the topic came up. The way he'd practically pushed you toward making that appointment.

By the time you got home, everything clicked into place. And you were furious. Not because of the baby. Never because of the baby.

If Sunoo had simply sat down and told you he wanted children someday, you would've listened. More than listened—you would've been excited. The thought of building a family with him had crossed your mind more times than you could count.

A child with his bright smile and warm eyes? You already loved the idea. Which made his actions hurt even more.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" you demanded. The argument that followed wasn't pretty. Sunoo insisted he hadn't meant to hurt you. You accused him of not trusting you. He said he was scared. You said that wasn't an excuse.

By the time the fight ended, both of you were emotionally exhausted. Just like every serious argument you'd ever had, Sunoo ended up taking a blanket and disappearing into the guest room.

You pretended not to care. You absolutely cared.

The apartment felt strangely empty without him beside you.

Hours later, sometime after midnight, you heard the bedroom door slowly creak open. You didn't need to look to know who it was. Sunoo carefully slipped under the blankets and wrapped his arms around your waist. For several moments, neither of you spoke.

Then he buried his face against your shoulder, "I'm sorry." His voice cracked slightly. You stayed silent.

"I was scared," he admitted. "Not because I didn't think you'd be a good mother. Because I thought maybe I wasn't enough." Your heart softened despite yourself. Sunoo tightened his arms around you.

"I know I messed up. I know I hurt you." A pause. "But I love you more than anything." Then another. "And I already love our baby too."

The room fell quiet. "I'll spend every day making this up to you if I have to," he whispered. "I'll be there for every appointment, every craving, every bad day. Whatever you need."

Finally, you turned toward him. His eyes were already glossy with tears. You couldn't stay angry forever. Not when he looked at you like that. Not when you knew how much he genuinely regretted it.

So you reached up and cupped his face. Then you kissed him. The relief that flooded his expression made you laugh against his lips.

By the time the two of you finally fell asleep, tangled together beneath the blankets, the anger had faded into something much smaller. There would be challenges ahead. There would probably be more arguments too. But one thing was certain. No matter what happened during the pregnancy, Sunoo would be right there beside you—holding your hand every step of the way.

you were sitting at an outdoor table on campus, surrounded by trees and a natural atmosphere. You’re a college student currently taking Business Administration.

you were hovering over your laptop and textbooks since you were supposed to be doing a group project. Well, supposedly. The rest of your classmates had left early, complaining and making excuses that they had a long bus ride, meaning they had to leave earlier. You knew a few of them were just tired, and some intentionally just wanted to get out of there.

But across from you, Yang Jungwon — your best friend since childhood — was still there, calmly typing on his laptop, helping you finish the slides without complaint.

He was always like that. Popular, smart, quiet but friendly, the campus gentleman with those sharp cat-like eyes and the killer left dimple that appeared every time he smiled. Half the girls in your department were probably jealous you got to sit across from him like this.

You leaned back and sighed. “Jungwon-ah… you could’ve just gone home early, you know. You didn’t have to stay this long.”

He looked up, one eyebrow raised, that signature dimple flashing as he smirked.

“It’s a school project, y/n,” he said, voice teasing. “And I don’t want my favorite pain in the ass doing it all by herself. Who else is gonna make sure you don’t put wrong data in the charts?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah. My hero.”

“That’s right,” he grinned, leaning forward. “You should be nicer to me. I’m sacrificing my precious nap time for you.”

you few hour's had past it was already getting darker, dark blue sky you glanced at your phone and check the time it was already 6:25 pm..

you glance back at jungwon, "jungwon I'll just finish the rest.. let just go home it's getting darker", jungwon didn't seem to be bothered he nodded started gathering his things too, helped with yours too.

when things finally settled, you started walking side by side, you had to leave right away since you still have to walk outside the campus from were your apartment is. while jungwon has its own dorm inside campus, both of you heard sound of the rain already approaching, within a sec you both were soaked was by rain.

the rain came down hard and sudden, soaking through your clothes in seconds. You hissed in frustration, clutching your backpack tighter against your chest.

“Shit… my laptop!” you hissed.

Jungwon let out a short laugh despite the rain, water dripping from his hair. “Come on, drama queen! My dorm’s closer. Run!”

Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand — his grip warm and firm even through the cold rain — and pulled you along with him. You both sprinted through the dimly lit campus paths, shoes splashing against puddles. His broad shoulders tried to shield you a little, but it was useless. your oversized plaid shirt was now glued to your body, and your wide-leg pants felt like they weighed ten kilos.

By the time you reached his dorm building, you were both laughing and panting. He quickly swiped his keycard, held the door open for you like the gentleman he was, and you rushed inside.

the warm light and sudden quiet after the roaring rain felt heavenly. Jungwon shook his hair like a wet puppy, droplets flying everywhere, then turned to you with a playful grin. His white shirt was now see-through, clinging to his shoulders and chest.

“You look like a drowned cat,” he teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. “A very cute drowned cat, though.”

You were still clutching your backpack to your chest, cheeks warming up. “Ya… Jungwon, it’s fine. I’ll just—”

“Shower,” he cut you off, already walking toward his closet. “No arguments. You’re soaked and I’m not letting you get sick. I’ll lend you clothes. Mine will be big on you but way better than walking home like that.”

He tossed you one of his hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, then tilted his head with that signature dimpled smile.

“Unless you want me to join you in the shower to save water? Best friend privileges,” he joked, winking.

Your eyes widened. “Yang Jungwon!”

He laughed — bright and boyish — clearly enjoying how easily he could fluster you.

“Kidding. Mostly.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “Go warm up. I’ll dry your stuff and order something to eat. You’re not leaving until the rain stops anyway.”

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, still dripping but looking annoyingly good even like this.

“Hurry up, y/n. Or I really will come drag you in there myself.”

“Don't try...” you warned, raising a small fist at him threateningly as you backed toward the bathroom. “I’m serious, Yang Jungwon. No funny business.”

Jungwon just grinned, that left dimple deepening as he lifted both hands in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, though his cat-like eyes clearly said otherwise. “Go warm up, y/n. I’ll behave… for now.”

You rolled your eyes and quickly slipped into the bathroom, heart beating a little faster than usual.

After a nice warm shower, you changed into the clothes Jungwon lent you — his oversized black hoodie that reached mid-thigh and a pair of gray sweatpants you had to roll at the waist. They smelled like him. You sat on the edge of his bed, still gently ruffling your damp hair with a towel when he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.

Jungwon had changed into a simple white t-shirt and black sweatpants. A towel was draped over his head as he ruffled his own hair, making it messy in that annoyingly cute way. He walked over and casually plopped down right beside you on the bed, close enough that your knees almost touched.

Without saying anything, he reached over and took the towel from your hands, continuing to gently dry your hair for you.

You froze for a second, then let out a soft laugh. “Jungwon… I can do it myself.”

He didn’t stop. His fingers moved carefully through your hair gently, as he tilted his head with a small smile.

“Let me,” he said softly, voice warm.

You stayed quiet, letting him. The room was filled with only the sound of rain still pouring outside and the faint rustle of the towel. After a moment, Jungwon’s smile turned a little nostalgic.

“You know… this reminds me of when we were five,” he murmured, still drying your hair. “You got all stubborn and ran out to play in the rain even though your mom said no. We both ended up soaked and got scolded so badly.”

You let out a quiet laugh, remembering. “You got in trouble because of me that day.”

“Mhm,” Jungwon hummed, his cat eyes crinkling. “But I still dried your hair after, just like this. Even back then you were already a handful.” He paused, then teased, “Some things never change, huh?”

You turned your head slightly to look at him, cheeks warming again. “And you’re still the same… always acting like my personal caretaker.”

He grinned, showing off that dimple again as he leaned in a little closer, pretending to inspect your hair.

“Someone has to take care of you. You’d probably catch a cold and blame me tomorrow if I didn’t.” His voice dropped playfully, “Or maybe I just like taking care of you. Best friend privilege, remember?”

You nudged his shoulder lightly. “You’re so cheesy today.”

“Only for you,” he winked, still gently tousling your hair with the towel. “Now sit still. I’m not done yet.”

You slowly raised both hands and rested them on the bed for balance, smiling down at him even though he was still gently drying your hair. Jungwon’s fingers paused for a second, but you didn’t let him finish. Instead, you reached for the towel still around his neck and started tousling his damp hair yourself.

“And remember,” you said softly, smiling, “I did the exact same thing to you back then.”

You leaned in a little closer as you dried his hair, your body naturally rising. His head ended up right in front of your chest as he looked up at you with those sharp cat-like eyes. You kept talking casually, completely unaware of how intimate the moment had become.

“You always got sick easier than me, so I had to dry your hair like this every time you followed me into the rain. Remember? You’d complain the whole time but still let me do it.”

Jungwon didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand slowly moved to rest on your waist, holding you firmly in place. His grip was warm and steady through the oversized hoodie you were wearing. He kept looking up at you, his usual playful smile fading into something softer in his eyes.

You finally noticed.

The playful words died on your lips as your eyes met his. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment — longer than best friends probably should. The sound of rain drumming against the window filled the quiet room.

You slowly lowered your hand, letting the towel rest around his neck. Jungwon’s free hand moved from your waist to gently touch your shoulder, then brushed a strand of damp hair away from your cheek. Both of his hands eventually cupped your face, thumbs lightly stroking your skin.

Your breath caught. Without thinking, you slid your hands around his neck, steadying yourself as you both leaned in closer… closer…

Your foreheads rested together. The warmth of his skin, the familiar scent of his shampoo, the way his breath brushed your lips — everything felt electric.

Then, slowly, naturally, like it had been waiting for years, Jungwon tilted his head just slightly and kissed you.

It was soft at first. Gentle. A careful press of his lips against yours, almost testing if you’d pull away. When you didn’t — when you kissed him back — the kiss deepened, his hands still cradling your face like you were something precious.

He tasted warmth inside you.

When you finally pulled back just enough to breathe, Jungwon’s cat eyes were half-lidded, his left dimple barely showing as he gave you a small, almost shy smile.

“…Took us long enough, huh?” he whispered, voice a little husky, thumb still brushing your cheek. “My stubborn best friend.”

Before you could even answer him, before your brain could catch up with what just happened, you pulled him in again.

Your hands tightened around his neck as you leaned forward and kissed him once more — this time with a little more confidence and little more need. Jungwon let out a soft surprised sound against your lips before melting into it, his arms wrapping fully around your waist and pulling you closer.

The second kiss was warmer. Deeper. Less careful.

His lips moved against yours with that same gentle firmness he always had, but now there was a quiet hunger behind it. One of his hands slid up your back, fingers slipping under the oversized hoodie you were wearing, pressing against your warm skin. The other stayed on your waist, holding you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing a little heavier. Your foreheads stayed pressed together. Jungwon’s cat-like eyes were darker now, half-lidded, and that famous left dimple appeared as he gave you a small, breathless smile.

“Wow… okay,” he whispered, voice teasing, though slightly shaky. “If I knew drying your hair would lead to this, I would’ve done it every single day since we were kids.”

You let out a soft laugh, still holding onto him. Your cheeks were burning.

“Shut up, Jungwon…”

He chuckled, the sound warm. He leaned in and placed a quick, playful kiss on the tip of your nose, then your forehead, before resting his head against yours again.

“You know,” he murmured, thumb gently stroking your lower back under the hoodie, “I’ve been waiting for you to do that for years. My stubborn best friend finally kissed me first. I’m never letting you live this down.”

His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, but there was something softer underneath — something real.

“So…” he tilted his head, lips brushing yours again teasingly, “does this mean I can stop pretending I only see you as my best friend? Or are we still playing that game?”

He stayed close, arms wrapped around you, waiting for your answer while the rain continued pouring outside — like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.

You nodded slowly, eyes locked on his.

“No more pretending,” you whispered.

Then you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him even closer until there was almost no space left between you. Your noses brushed, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips as you stared at him — really looked at him.

Jungwon’s eyes softened, but the playful spark was still there. His left dimple slowly appeared as he smiled, arms tightening around your waist in return.

“Good,” he murmured, voice low and a little husky. “Because I’ve been pretending for way too long.”

He leaned in first this time, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, like he was savoring the fact that he finally could. One of his hands slid up your back under the hoodie, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin while the other stayed firmly on your waist, keeping you pressed against him.

When he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against yours again.

“You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this,” he confessed with a soft chuckle, brushing his nose against yours playfully. “Every time you smiled at me. Every time you teased me. Every single time we got caught in the rain together… I just wanted to kiss you.”

You laughed quietly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Jungwon tilted his head, eyes narrowing in that cute mischievous way. “So… does this mean you’re officially my girl now? Or are we still calling this best friend privileges with extra steps?”

He leaned in and placed a quick, teasing kiss on the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose — clearly enjoying how flustered he could still make you.

“Because I’m really hoping it’s the first one,” he added, voice dropping playfully as he hugged you tighter. “I’ve waited since we were kids to call you mine, y/n."

You smiled softly, still wrapped tightly around him, and whispered against his lips.

“I have always been yours, silly.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened for a split second before that bright, heart-melting smile broke across his face — the one that showed his left dimple perfectly. He let out a soft, relieved laugh and buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you even tighter.

“God… you’re going to kill me saying things like that,” he mumbled against your skin, his breath warm. He pulled back just enough to look at you again.

You tilted your head, still holding him close. “So… what now?”

Jungwon hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think seriously while his hands gently caressed your waist under the oversized hoodie.

“Hmm… good question,” he said, voice playful. He leaned in and gave you a slow, sweet kiss before pulling away with a smirk.

“What now is… I finally get to do all the things I’ve been holding back for years.”

He gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, then rested his forehead against yours again.

“First, I’m keeping you here tonight. No walking home in the rain. Second…” He kissed the corner of your mouth teasingly. “I get to call you my girlfriend. For real this time. No more just best friends excuses.”

He pulled back slightly, eyes softening as he looked at you with that gentle, fond expression only you ever got to see.

“And third…” His voice dropped a little, more sincere now. “We take this slow if you want… or not slow. Whatever you’re comfortable with. You’ve always been my priority, y/n. That’s not changing just because I can finally kiss you whenever I want.”

He grinned again, that playful glint returning as he lightly poked your side.

“But fair warning… I’m probably going to be annoyingly clingy now. You created this monster, so you have to deal with it.”

Jungwon leaned in and kissed you once more — soft, lingering, and full of quiet joy — before resting his chin on your shoulder, hugging you close while the rain continued falling outside.

“So… girlfriend,” he whispered teasingly against your ear. “What do you want to do now?”

You stayed wrapped in his arms pulled him away for a sec, your faces so close that your breaths mixed. Looking straight into his eyes, something bolder took over. Your voice dropped to a soft, shaky whisper.

“I’ve thought about it so many times… how you’d feel inside me,” you confessed, cheeks burning. “How warm you’d be… how deep you could go.”

The words hung heavy between you.

You whispered those bold words against his lips, and something in Jungwon snapped.

For a second, Jungwon froze, his eyes darkening instantly. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your skin like he was trying to steady himself. You could feel his heartbeat pick up against your chest.

Then you slowly pulled back just enough to smile at him — a shy but playful little smile, like you couldn’t believe you’d just said that.

Jungwon let out a shaky breath, his left dimple flashing as he smirked, though his ears had turned bright red.

“Fuck, y/n…” he whispered, voice suddenly Husky “You can’t say something like that while looking at me with those eyes and then smile so innocently.”

His eyes darkened with want. Without another word, he pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss, tongues meeting as he flipped you both so you were lying on your back on his bed.

You tugged at his shirt impatiently. Jungwon helped you pull it over his head, then reached for the oversized hoodie you were wearing. Piece by piece, your clothes disappeared — his shirt, his sweatpants, your borrowed clothes — until both of you were completely bare, skin against skin.

He kissed you like he was starving, hands roaming over your body with a mix of gentleness and desperation. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, then lower, leaving soft marks on your collarbone as he settled between your legs.

“Been waiting so long for this…” he breathed against your skin.

You pulled him back up, kissing him hard as you felt him press against your entrance bare Raw.

Jungwon looked into your eyes, silently asking. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pushed in slowly at first, groaning deeply as he felt your warmth surround him. Inch by inch, he filled you completely, stretching you open until he bottomed out with a shaky breath.

“Fuck… y/n,” he whispered, voice rough. “You feel even better than I imagined.”

He started moving — deep, steady thrusts that pressed you harder into the sheets. You moaned, legs wrapping around him. Jungwon grabbed your thighs, pushing them back toward your chest, opening you up more as he fucked you raw.

Your hands moved to hold the back of your own thighs, steadying them just like he wanted, keeping yourself spread for him. You looked up at him — flushed cheeks, messy hair, that left dimple showing even now as he smiled through the pleasure.

Jungwon’s eyes were locked on yours, intense and full of emotion as he thrust deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the rain.

“Look at me, baby,” he panted, leaning down to kiss you messily while still moving inside you. “Been my best friend for years… now you’re finally mine. All mine.”

He picked up the pace, fucking you harder, pressing you deeper into the mattress. Every thrust was raw, warm, and perfect. His hands stayed on your thighs, helping you hold them open as he drove into you again and again.

You could feel every inch of him.

“Jungwon…” you moaned his name, eyes never leaving his.

He groaned, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavy.

“That’s it… keep looking at me while I fuck you,” he whispered playfully, even now, voice husky. “My pretty girl.”

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” you whimpered breathlessly, the words spilling out like a broken prayer as Jungwon drove into you harder.

You were holding the back of your own thighs tightly, keeping them pressed up and open for him just like he wanted. Every deep, raw thrust made your body jolt against the sheets, your voice cracking into soft, desperate moans.

Jungwon groaned above you, his cat-like eyes dark and locked on your face, watching every expression you made.

“Shit, baby…” he panted, voice husky and strained. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”

He leaned down closer, folding you even more as he fucked you deeper — slow but powerful strokes that made you feel every inch of him. Skin slapped against skin, wet and filthy, mixing with the heavy sound of rain pounding against the window.

“Look at you,” he whispered hotly against your ear, one hand still gripping your thigh while the other braced beside your head. “My pretty best friend… moaning my name while I fuck you raw like this.”

You moaned louder, eyes fluttering as pleasure crashed through you. “Jungwon… fuck—”

He kissed you messily, swallowing your whimpers as his hips snapped forward again and again, burying himself to the hilt every time. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over, making your toes curl.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, sweat glistening on his forehead, that left dimple flashing even through his wrecked expression.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned, voice playful but dripping with lust. “Been holding this in for years… and now you’re letting me ruin you like this? So good for me, baby.”

His pace quickened, thrusting harder, deeper, pressing your thighs further back as he fucked you into the mattress. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, body trembling beneath him.

Jungwon pressed his forehead to yours, breathing heavily.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, even as he kept pounding into you, “but fuck… I don’t want to stop. You feel too perfect.”

He kissed you again, swallowing another string of “fuck… fuck…” that fell from your lips, hips never slowing down.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” you kept whimpering, voice breaking with every deep thrust as Jungwon fucked you raw, your hands still gripping the back of your thighs to keep yourself spread open for him.

Jungwon’s pace became more intense, hips snapping harder as he felt you clenching around him.

“Jungwon…” you moaned loudly, eyes glassy with pleasure. “Jungwon…!”

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, voice rough and low. He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours while still holding your thighs open. “Cum for me. Let me feel you.”

He angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot relentlessly, faster and deeper. Your moans turned into broken cries as the pressure built unbearably tight inside you.

“Jungwon—!” you gasped sharply, body suddenly tensing.

You came hard around him, thighs shaking in your own grip as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your walls pulsed and squeezed him tightly, making Jungwon groan deeply, he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so tight when you cum…” he panted, kissing your neck messily while still moving inside you, slower now to let you ride it out.

You were still trembling when you finally caught your breath. Looking up at him with hazy eyes, you whispered breathlessly,

“Let me… take over…”

Jungwon’s eyes flashed with surprise and excitement. He gave you a lazy, dimpled smirk even while still buried deep inside you.

“Yeah?” he breathed, leaning down to kiss you once before pulling out slowly, making you both hiss at the loss.

He rolled onto his back beside you, his hard cock glistening and flushed. You didn’t waste time — you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Jungwon’s hands immediately found your waist, guiding you as you hovered over him.

“Go on then, baby,” he said, voice husky and teasing, though his eyes were blazing. “Take over. Use me however you want.”

You wrapped your hand around his length, lining him up before slowly sinking down onto him again, taking every inch until he was fully inside you once more. The new angle made both of you moan.

Jungwon’s head fell back against the pillow, hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Shit… you look so good on top,” he groaned, watching you with hooded eyes. “Ride me, y/n. Show your best friend— fuck, your boyfriend how badly you’ve wanted this too.”

He gave you that signature playful smirk even while breathing heavily, thumbs stroking your skin encouragingly.

You braced your hands on his chest and started riding him, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm, taking him deep with every movement. Jungwon’s grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he watched you with hungry eyes.

“Cum for me please…” you moaned breathlessly, voice shaky as you bounced on his cock. “Baby… Jungwon please— cum inside me…”

Jungwon groaned loudly, his head pressing back into the pillow for a second before he snapped his gaze back to you. That left dimple appeared as he smirked through the pleasure.

“Fuck, y/n… you’re so dirty when you want something,” he rasped. “Begging your best friend to fill you up like this?”

He sat up slightly, wrapping one strong arm around your back while the other gripped your hip hard, guiding your movements. He started thrusting up to meet you, driving himself deeper with every bounce.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that— fuck, you’re taking me so well,” he growled against your neck, biting down lightly. “You feel so fucking good… so warm and wet. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

You moaned louder, hips moving faster as he guided you, controlling the pace with his firm hands. Jungwon’s breath was hot against your skin, his voice dropping even lower.

“You want me to cum inside you? Want your boyfriend to fill you up raw until it’s dripping out of you?” He thrust up harder, making you cry out. “Been waiting years to breed this pretty cunt… and now you’re asking so nicely.”

He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he helped you ride him faster, deeper. His hand slipped between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“Cum again for me first,” he demanded playfully, even while panting. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock before I fill you up.”

The pressure built quickly. Between his thrusts, his thumb, and his filthy words, you came again with a broken moan, clenching hard around him.

Jungwon groaned deeply, hips stuttering. “That’s my good girl— fuck!”

He pulled you down hard onto him and came, pulsing hot and deep inside you. You felt every twitch, every warm spurt as he filled you up, groaning your name against your shoulder.

For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the rain still pouring outside.

But Jungwon wasn’t done.

He flipped you over onto your back in one smooth motion, still buried inside you. His eyes were gleaming with mischief and hunger as he looked down at you, a lazy smirk on his lips.

“Another round,” he whispered, voice husky. He slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cum even deeper into you. “You didn’t think I was finished with you after one time, did you?”

He leaned down and kissed you deeply, already starting to move again — slower this time, but just as deep.

“Look at me, baby,” he murmured against your lips, that signature dimple showing. “I’m gonna fuck you all night. My pretty girlfriend deserves to be ruined properly, don’t you think?”

Jungwon stayed buried deep inside you for a few more moments, savoring the way you were still fluttering around him. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he pulled out almost completely — only the tip of his cock resting against your soaked entrance.

You whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

“Jungwon…” you breathed, voice needy and slightly frustrated.

He smirked down at you, that signature left dimple deepening. Sweat glistened on his skin, but he looked far too composed for someone who had just fucked you senseless.

“Hmm?” he hummed innocently, tilting his head. One hand slid down between your bodies, and he lazily rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slick folds, teasing your clit with every slow stroke. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You tried to roll your hips up to take him back in, but he pulled back just enough to deny you, chuckling softly.

“Jungwon…” you whined again, reaching for his shoulders.

He caught your wrists gently and pinned them above your head with one hand, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear.

“So impatient,” he teased, voice low and playful. “You were just begging me to cum inside you like a good girl… and now you’re already desperate for more?”

He continued rubbing his cock against you — slow, torturous slides through your wetness, occasionally pressing just the tip inside before pulling back out again. Every time you thought he’d finally push in, he denied you with a soft laugh.

“Look at you,” he murmured, kissing along your jaw. “My sweet best friend… now my greedy little girlfriend. You’re dripping everywhere, y/n. Making such a mess on my sheets.”

He pressed in just a little deeper this time — only halfway — then pulled out again completely, tapping his cock against your sensitive clit.

“Jungwon, please…” you gasped, squirming underneath him.

“Please what?” he asked, eyes gleaming with that familiar teasing glint. He leaned down and kissed you softly, then pulled back before you could deepen it. “You want me to fuck you again? Or should I keep teasing this pretty pussy until you’re crying for me?”

He rubbed his length against you even slower, watching your face closely, clearly enjoying every frustrated moan and whimper you let out.

“I’ve waited years to have you like this,” he whispered hotly against your neck, nipping at your skin. “Let me enjoy my new favorite toy for a little longer, yeah?”

He finally pushed the tip back in, stretching you open again, but stayed completely still, refusing to give you the friction you desperately wanted.

“Tell me nicely, baby,” he cooed, smiling against your lips. “Beg your boyfriend properly.”

“Please… baby…” you whimpered, hips twitching desperately under him. “I want you inside… please.”

Jungwon’s teasing smirk finally softened into something darker and hungrier. He let out a low groan at your sweet begging.

“Fuck… how can I say no when you ask like that?”

He pushed back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You both moaned loudly as he filled you again. This time he didn’t tease — he fucked you properly, harder, hips snapping against yours while he held your thighs open.

“Such a good girl,” he panted, kissing you messily. “My pretty girlfriend takes me so well.”

You went through a few more intense rounds after that — switching positions, him taking you from behind. The rain eventually stopped, but the sounds of your moans and skin slapping together filled the room for hours.

Eventually, you both ended up in a heated 69. You were on top facing backward, leaning down to take his cock into your mouth, sucking him eagerly while he had his face buried between your thighs. Jungwon groaned against your swollen pussy, sucking on your clit while two fingers pumped inside you.

“Fuck— just like that, baby,” he moaned, voice muffled as he licked and fingered you messily. “Suck me deeper… yeah, good girl.”

You whimpered around his length, hips grinding back against his tongue as he devoured you. Both of you were desperate and sloppy, chasing pleasure until you both came hard one last time.

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains. You slowly woke up, body deliciously sore, voice raspy from hours of moaning and whimpering his name.

Your eyes widened when you realized how bright it was outside.

“Jungwon…” you called, voice hoarse and rough.

He stirred beside you, pulling you closer under the blanket. Both of you were still completely naked, skin warm against each other.

“Hmm?” he mumbled sleepily, burying his face in your neck. Then his eyes opened slowly. When he saw the time on his phone, he let out a quiet laugh.

“Shit… we’re definitely late for class.”

He rolled over so he was half on top of you, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, then your lips gently.

“Morning, girlfriend,” he whispered with a playful smile, that left dimple showing. “How’s your voice? Sounds like someone got properly ruined last night.”

You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. Jungwon chuckled and hugged you tighter, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles.

Aftercare mode was fully on. He kissed the top of your head and spoke softly.

“You okay? Not too sore?” He gently stroked your hair. “I’ll make you some warm tea for your throat. We can skip morning classes… or at least the first one. I’ll send a message to our group chat saying we’re finishing the project.”

He pulled back slightly to look at you, eyes full of warmth and affection.

“Last night was… everything,” he said sincerely, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “No more pretending. You’re really mine now.”

You smiled tiredly and nodded. Jungwon leaned in and gave you one last soft kiss.

“Stay in bed a little longer, baby. I’ll take care of you today too… just like always.”

You shook your head, still curled up against him under the blanket, body sore and voice raspy.

“No… we aren’t even done yet. Get up, get up,” you said, poking his chest. “The project isn’t finished. We still have to meet the group today.”

Jungwon groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “But you’re sore… and I like you in my bed.”

“Too bad,” you laughed, pushing at his shoulder even though your legs still felt shaky. “Responsibility first, boyfriend.”

He lifted his head, eyes narrowing playfully at the new title. That left dimple appeared as he smirked.

“Say that again.”

“Boyfriend,” you repeated, cheeks warming.

Jungwon’s expression softened into something dangerously fond. He leaned in and kissed you slow and deep, like he was sealing the word into reality.

“Fine,” he sighed against your lips. “But I’m helping you with everything today. No arguments.”

He stayed true to his word. After another gentle shower (with lots of soft kisses but no more sex), he helped you dry off and even carried you back to your apartment when your legs protested walking too much.

At your place, Jungwon sat on your bed and watched with a small smile as you changed. You slipped into the cute floral skirt that swayed gently around your thighs, a white tube top, and a soft cardigan over it. He stood up to help adjust the cardigan, fingers lingering on your waist.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Still can’t believe you’re mine now.”

He walked you all the way to campus, hand in hand the entire time, refusing to let you carry your own bag.

When you finally reached the outdoor table, the rest of the group was already there. You sat down carefully — very aware of how sore you were — and Jungwon immediately scooted his chair right next to yours, arm resting along the back of your seat.

The group noticed the extra closeness right away.

One of the girls smirked. “You two are extra attached today. Did something happen?”

Jungwon just smiled calmly, his fingers lightly playing with the sleeve of your cardigan. “We stayed up really late finishing the slides. Right, y/n?”

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face. “Yeah. Very long night.”

The others laughed it off easily.

“Typical Jungwon and y/n behavior,” one of the guys said, waving it away. “You two have been glued together since freshman year. Nothing new.”

They had no idea.

Under the table, Jungwon’s hand rested possessively on your thigh, thumb drawing slow circles over your floral skirt. He leaned in close while pretending to look at the shared laptop screen, whispering softly in your ear.

“If they knew I spent half the night buried inside my best friend… and that she’s still sore because of me… they wouldn’t be so casual about it.”

You pinched his leg under the table, cheeks burning.

“Focus,” you whispered back, but you couldn’t hide your smile.

Jungwon just chuckled quietly, that killer dimple flashing as he turned back to the group and started calmly explaining the next part of the presentation like nothing had changed.

But everything had.

He stayed glued to your side the entire session — refilling your water, handing you pens, occasionally brushing your hair behind your ear. The group just assumed it was normal best-friend behavior.

Only you two knew the truth behind every soft touch and secret glance.

When the group finally wrapped up for the day, Jungwon leaned in again, lips brushing your ear.

“Project’s done. Now can I take my girlfriend home?” His voice dropped teasingly. “I’ll be gentle this time… maybe.”

He gave you that mischievous cat-like smile, waiting for your answer.

You turned to him with a soft laugh, reaching up to gently squeeze his cheek between your fingers. His skin was warm under your touch.

“Alright, alright, baby…” you whispered, voice still a little raspy from last night.

Jungwon’s eyes widened for a split second in surprise, then softened with pure affection. That signature left dimple deepened as he smiled brightly, clearly loving the new pet name in public — even if the group couldn’t hear.

The rest of the group was busy packing up their things, chatting among themselves, completely unaware of the intimate little moment happening right beside them.

Jungwon leaned in closer, his hand still resting on your thigh under the table, and murmured just loud enough for you to hear.

“Say it again later when we’re alone. I like how it sounds coming from my girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes fondly but couldn’t stop smiling. He helped you gather your things, slinging both your bag and his over his shoulder before offering his hand.

As the two of you walked away from the table, side by side under the late afternoon sun, Jungwon glanced back at the group once and then at you, his expression warm and content.

“Best friends to this… took us long enough,” he said softly, squeezing your hand. “No more pretending.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you walked, the floral skirt swaying gently with each step.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Finally.”

Jungwon pressed a quick, sweet kiss to the top of your head, that playful sparkle still in his eyes.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go home. I still owe you proper aftercare… and maybe round… whatever we’re on now.”

You laughed and squeezed his hand tighter.

The rain from last night was long gone. The sky was clear, and so was everything between you two.

You try.

But suddenly your heartbeat feels wrong. Too fast. Too loud. You become horribly aware of your own body—your lungs not filling enough, your throat too tight, the pressure building behind your ribs.

No no no.

You push your chair back too quickly. It screeches against the floor.

Your notes scatter.

Your hands are shaking now. Actually shaking.

You inhale sharply, but it catches halfway, turning into this awful broken gasp that makes fear shoot through you even harder.

“I can’t do this,” you whisper.

And once the thought enters your head, it multiplies.

I’m behind. I’m going to fail. Everyone else understands this except me. I wasted too much time. I can’t breathe.

Your vision starts tunnelling.

You grab the edge of your desk because suddenly the room feels unsteady.

But then you have your phone in your hand and you see his name.

Won <3

Something in you cracks.

You don’t even think before pressing call.

The ringing barely lasts a second.

“Hello?”

The second you hear his voice, warm and sleepy and concerned all at once, your composure completely collapses.

He hears it immediately.

“Hey,” he says softly, voice sharpening with worry. “What happened?”

You try to answer, but your breathing breaks apart halfway through the sentence.

And Jungwon goes quiet for half a second.

Not confused quiet.

Focused quiet.

The kind where he’s already switching into taking care of you.

“Okay,” he says gently. “Baby, listen to me first.”

You press a trembling hand over your mouth.

“I can’t—” Your breath stutters painfully. “I can’t breathe properly—”

“You can,” he says immediately, calm and firm in a way that makes you want to cry harder. “I know it feels like you can’t right now, but you are breathing. Your body’s just panicking.”

Another sharp inhale catches in your throat.

“I’m gonna stay with you, okay?”

You nod before realising he can’t see it.

“O-okay.”

“Good.”

You hear movement on his end—rustling sheets, a drawer opening.

“Are you alone?”

“Mm.”

“Can you unlock your door for me?”

Your head lifts slightly. “What?”

“I’m coming over.”

“Jungwon, it’s late—”

“I know.”

His voice stays impossibly gentle.

“I’m still coming.”

The next ten minutes feel endless.

You sit curled on the floor beside your bed because somewhere during the call your legs stopped feeling stable enough to stand. Jungwon keeps talking the entire time.

Not forcing conversation.

Just… grounding you.

“Tell me five things you can see.”

You sniff shakily, staring around your dim room.

“My lamp.”

“Good.”

“The mug you got me.”

“The ugly cat one?”

A tiny, broken laugh escapes you despite yourself.

“Yeah.”

“There you go,” he murmurs softly, hearing the change instantly. “Keep going.”

By the time you get to the fifth object, your breathing is still uneven, but slightly less suffocating.

Then you hear hurried footsteps outside your apartment.

A knock.

“Baby?”

You stand too fast and nearly stumble.

The moment you open the door, Jungwon’s face changes.

Not dramatic.

Not panicked.

But his eyes soften immediately in that painful way people do when they see someone they love hurting.

You must look awful—tear-streaked face, oversized hoodie, shaking hands.

He steps inside quickly and shuts the door behind him.

And then he reaches for you.

Not suddenly.

Slowly.

Giving you time.

His hands settle carefully around your wrists first, thumbs rubbing lightly against your skin.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

That’s it.

Just hey.

Like he’s speaking to something fragile.

Your face crumples.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper instantly.

“For what?”

“I called you and—I know you were sleeping and I’m being dramatic and—”

“No.” His voice cuts through yours immediately, firm but soft. “Don’t do that.”

Your breathing catches again.

Jungwon moves closer until his forehead almost touches yours.

“You are not a burden for needing help.”

The words hit harder than they should.

Your eyes burn.

“I can’t calm down,” you admit in a tiny voice.

“That’s okay. I’ll help you.”

There’s something about the way he says it.

Like helping you is the most natural thing in the world.

He guides you toward the bed slowly, keeping one hand around yours the entire time.

“Sit.”

You obey automatically.

Jungwon kneels in front of you immediately after, still in sweatpants and a hoodie he clearly threw on in a rush. His hair is messy from sleep. There’s a faint crease on his cheek from his pillow.

And yet every bit of his attention is fixed entirely on you.

“Look at me for a second.”

You do.

“Good.”

He takes your trembling hands carefully into his own.

“Match my breathing, okay? Don’t force it. Just follow me.”

He exaggerates the inhale slightly.

Slow in.

Slow out.

Again.

You try.

The first attempt fails halfway and turns shaky.

Your chest tightens in frustration instantly. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” Jungwon squeezes your hands gently.

“Don’t think about fixing it all at once. Just breathe with me one time.”

One time.

That feels manageable.

So you try again.

Inhale.

His thumbs stroke over your knuckles.

Exhale.

“There you go,” he murmurs softly.

Again.

And again.

Your breathing still trembles, but the horrible dizzy edge starts fading little by little.

Jungwon notices every tiny improvement.

“You’re doing well.”

You shake your head weakly.

“I’m really not.”

“You are.”

His voice stays steady.

“You called me before it got worse. You’re breathing. You’re trying. That’s doing well.”

You stare at him.

Your chest aches for an entirely different reason now.

“I’m scared,” you whisper.

The admission comes out so small it almost embarrasses you.

But Jungwon’s expression only softens further.

“Of the exams?”

You nod.

“What if I fail?”

He leans forward slightly, elbows resting against your knees.

“Then you fail one exam.”

“It’s not just one exam—”

“I know it feels bigger than that right now,” he says quietly. “But listen to me carefully.”

His fingers tighten gently around yours until you focus fully on him again.

“One exam cannot measure your worth as a person.”

Your eyes sting.

“You worked so hard these past weeks. I’ve seen you studying until your eyes hurt. Missing meals because you forget. Falling asleep on your notes.” His brows pull together slightly. “You care so much that you’re destroying yourself over it.”

A tear slips down your cheek.

Jungwon wipes it away immediately with his thumb.

“You don’t need to earn rest,” he says softly. “And you don’t need perfect grades for people to love you.”

That one breaks you.

Because somewhere deep down, you think maybe you do.

Jungwon sees it on your face instantly.

“Oh,” he whispers. Heartbreaking.

Like he hates that you’ve been carrying that thought alone.

He shifts upward onto the bed beside you and pulls you carefully into his chest.

You go willingly this time.

The second his arms wrap around you fully, something inside you unclenches.

He’s warm.

Warm enough that your freezing hands start thawing against his hoodie.

One of his hands slides up and down your back slowly.

Not rushed.

Just repetitive enough to soothe your nervous system.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against your hair.

Your breathing hitches again, but softer now.

“I feel stupid.”

“You’re having a panic attack,” he says quietly. “Not failing at life.”

You clutch weakly at the fabric of his hoodie.

Jungwon adjusts immediately so you’re more comfortable, one hand cradling the back of your head.

“Can you tell me what started it?”

“The studying,” you mumble against him. “I couldn’t understand anything anymore and then I started thinking about failing and disappointing everyone and—”

“Did you eat dinner?”

You pause.

“…I had coffee.”

He sighs softly into your hair.

“That’s not dinner.”

“I forgot.”

“I know.”

No annoyance.

Just concern.

He pulls back slightly to look at you.

“When’s the last time you slept properly?”

You avoid his eyes.

Jungwon gives you the tiniest look.

“Baby.”

“…Yesterday?”

“That’s not a proper answer, Y/N”

You mumble something unintelligible.

His eyebrows rise.

“You slept three hours.”

It isn’t a question.

You look away guiltily.

Jungwon exhales slowly through his nose like he’s trying not to sound upset.

Not at you.

For you.

“No wonder your body crashed.”

He brushes your hair away from your face carefully.

“You can’t run entirely on stress and caffeine.”

“I don’t have time to rest.”

“Yes, you do, princess.”

“I really don’t.”

“You do if the alternative is collapsing.”

You go quiet.

Because he’s right.

And you both know it.

Jungwon studies your face for a moment before speaking again, voice gentler now.

“Do you trust me?”

“…Yes.”

“Then tonight we’re not studying anymore.”

You immediately tense. “But—”

“No.”

He says it softly but decisively while kissing you swiftly on the forehead.

“You’re done for tonight.”

Your eyes widen slightly in panic again. “I can’t afford to waste more time—”

“Resting is not wasting time.”

He cups your face lightly, forcing you to look at him.

“Right now your brain is overloaded. Nothing is sticking anymore anyway.”

You hate that he’s right about that too.

Jungwon strokes his thumb under your eye.

“So here’s what we’re gonna do.”

His tone becomes calm and practical—the voice he uses whenever he’s taking care of things for you.

“You’re going to drink water.”

You make a face.

“Yes, actually.”

Despite everything, you let out a tiny laugh.

“There she is,” he says quietly, smiling just a little.

Then he stands, grabs your water bottle from the desk, and returns without letting you protest.

He waits while you drink.

Then he disappears briefly into your tiny kitchen.

You hear cupboards opening.

A few minutes later he comes back with instant ramen and the last packet of crackers you forgot you owned.

“You cooked?” you ask weakly.

“Using the term ‘cooked’ generously.”

He settles beside you again.

“Eat a little.”

You try to refuse at first.

Jungwon gives you a look.

You eventually take the chopsticks.

He watches carefully to make sure you actually eat more than two bites.

And the entire time, he keeps touching you lightly.

A hand on your knee.

Your shoulder.

Your hair.

Tiny grounding reminders that you aren’t alone.

Later, when the panic finally fades into exhaustion, you end up curled against his chest beneath your blankets while he reorganises your chaotic exam schedule on your laptop.

“You colour-coded it?” you mumble sleepily.

“You’re welcome.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

“You like me.”

You smile faintly against his hoodie.

“I love you, actually.”

His fingers comb gently through your hair.

“You know,” he says quietly after a while, “if you fail something…”

“Mm?”

“I’ll still be here the next morning.”

Your throat tightens painfully.

Jungwon presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“No grade changes that.”

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