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A Business Proposal

Male Reader X Fromis_9 Nakyung

Length: 12.6k+ Words

Tags: Angry sex. Teasing. Creampie

A/n- So the winner of the poll was was post it now. So here you go. Been a while since a new fic but this is in honor of my two years of writing smut on tumblr. Hope you enjoy.

Business proposals. It probably isn't a lie when you say they probably happen every day. Sometimes they can be rather fair for both sides but in your case, you couldn’t be more annoyed.

“What do you mean I have to marry her? And in a month and a half also?”

Your parents rolled their eyes as they then placed a contract in front of you.

“Look. Their company has always been a great partner of ours and this could help elevate both of us to the top. This union will combine both our profits and make our wealth reach new heights. The day you marry her, you will officially become the chairman of C Industries. If you don’t marry her then we will look for another board member to take the place. Please don’t make us do that.”

Your mother and father were hard workers. It took them 27 years but they managed to develop a company that was second to none. Now what was this company focused on? Honestly? Everything. C industries were just a jack of all trades. Tech development, construction of apartments, agriculture. Those were just a few things. It always amazed you how they managed to build their empire and you knew it was yours eventually until now.

You were destroyed hearing those words. Years of hard work would be ruined over one decision your parents made without warning.

“Shit. Are you going to make me do this?”

“Yes, Yejun. Now it’s it a yes or a no?”

Sadly there was only one answer.

5 frantic weeks went by as both companies got together and worked out the merger. Most of your days went by with you attending meetings from 7 in the morning until 8 at night. You met with lawyers from both sides as well as your parents and future in-laws but one certain lady was always missing.

Despite this marriage being forced on you. You were going to be a good husband and love and support your wife. So of course you were wondering about her after all this time. Currently, your meeting was ending with the Lee’s so you knew it would be the best time to ask.

“Excuse me, Mr. Lee. If I may ask, where has Nagyung been this entire time? Me and her will be running this company together yet she hasn’t even shown up for a single meeting.”

“Ah. She has been very busy deciding things for your wedding with the planner. We haven’t seen much of her either. We just get updates over some phone calls. You must be excited to meet your future wife. Why don’t you go give her a visit? She has her place in the city and I’m sure it would give the Two of you some time to connect. I will send you the address as well as the passcodes to enter.”

“Are you sure it’s ok for me to enter?”

“Of course, Yejun. You will be married in a few weeks. If she gives you any problems just tell us.”

“Very well Mr Lee. I will head over tonight when I get a chance.”

“Very well. I wish you a good night and hope to see you soon again.”

With a handshake, everyone in the room parted their own ways. Your parents didn’t even stay as they gave you a wave goodbye. Looking to the right, your eyes looked up at the clock and saw that it was 5 pm. Today was one of the lucky days you all ended it early. With the idea of visiting Nagyung fresh in your mind, you quickly gathered your things and went towards the elevator.

After a few seconds, the familiar ring echoed out in the hallway. The doors to the machine opened and you entered. The ride down to the garage took a bit as you were on the 45th floor. After about a minute and thirty seconds, the same ding came back and doors opened.

Respect is what could be felt in the air. As people passed you, they all took the time to stop and give you a bow. Of course, they would show that kind of respect to the future CEO. Despite that, you felt a bit weird and appreciated when they treated you like anyone else. You never wanted the money or power to get to your head. You hope it never does.

As you finally arrived at the black vehicle, your hands brought out the key fob and unlocked the car. The little chirp from your Toyota brought a smile to your face. You had just bought it a few days ago and loved having a state-of-the-art car for the first time in your life. Once in the driver seat, your foot stepped on the break and you pressed the start button. As the car roared to life, you waited a few seconds until the display screen in the middle of the console was active. Once up, you could see there was a Message from Mr.Lee. In the text was the address so you just clicked on it and your car put it in the GPS. With the instructions not playing in the speakers, you put the car in drive and took off.

A few minutes passed as you drove away from the company building. Taking a glance at the time, you saw it was 5 pm and a typical dinner time. With the GPS saying you were 5 minutes away, you began to glance around and look for some food. With your eyes scanning all the buildings, they eventually saw a large neon sign that caught your attention.

Seeing an open spot near the store, you turned your wheel and parked right in front of the building. Turning the engine off, you quickly jumped out and walked to the front door of the restaurant. The name “Very Very Good Chicken” certainly caught your attention.

As you pulled the glass door open, the strong fragrance of chicken hit your nose. By just a few smells you got, it was going to be good. Going up to the counter, a young man could be seen just standing behind the counter. His attention was facing down, so you could tell he was just on his phone.

As you finally reached the register, it took the young. Man, a minute to notice you were there. The sudden jolt from the man scared you since you scared him. Both of you began to laugh at this and calmed down after a few seconds.

“Sorry. Welcome to Very Very Good Chicken. What can I get for you?”

“Hi. Could I get half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors?”

“Of course. So half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors. Would you like any drinks to take with you as well or just the chicken?”

“Hmmm. How about a bottle of draft beer?”

“A bottle of draft beer. So in total, it’s the chicken and the beer. Your total will be 35,000 Won. How would you like to pay?”

Handing over your card the young man quickly swiped it and then handed it back.

“Please give us like 15 minutes to get that ready for you sir. Thank you for buying with us.”

Nodding towards him, your legs brought you over to an empty seat and you waited for the food. The 15 minutes went by in a flash as you saw the young man walking over with the bags of food. Standing up, your right hand extended and you took hold of the plastic.

“Thank you for buying. Hope to see you again!”

“Thank you!”

Walking out of the building, you immediately arrived at your vehicle and placed the food on the passenger seat. Getting back in the car, you took a look over your left and pulled out of the spot. Your GPS continued to direct you toward the large apartment building. After the Five-minute drive, you pulled into a large parking lot that was across the building. Your Toyota certainly stuck out from the various nice-looking cars that were stationed there.

Despite that, you parked your car in the first spot you could find. With the engine turned off, your hand took hold of the plastic bag and hopped out of the vehicle. Your footsteps brought you to the front door where a doorman was ready to let you in. Thanking the man, you made your way inside the building and took a look around. The giant glass chandelier in the center of the lobby certainly brought all eyes to it.

Moving past it, you eventually made it toward some elevators in the backside of the lobby. Pressing the circular button, your leg began to bounce as you waited for the elevator. A few more seconds passed until a ding echoed out in the lobby. With the door in front of you opening, you quickly hopped on the elevator and pressed the button to the 22nd floor. With the doors closing, all you could do was wait until you were on the correct floor.

A little jingle played in the metal cage as you stood there with the food. Honestly, you weren’t quite sure how to say Hi to Nagyung. Well hi was the least of your concerns. What would you talk about with your fiancé?

Your time to brainstorm ran out as the same Sound as before hit your ears. With the doors opening to your desired floor, you began to walk off the elevator and take a look around. On both sides, apartments lined down the hallways. In front of you was a sign. In the black font, you saw that on the right-hand side were all apartments from 2210- 2220. On the left-hand side were apartments 2200-2209. With a glance at your mobile device, you took a glance at the text and saw that Nagyung lived in apartment 2220.

As you moved down the right-hand side, your eyes scanned all of the apartment buildings until you reached the end of the hallway. With the number in front of you, your right hand went up and formed into a fist. Hesitation is what you felt until a sudden boost of confidence brought you to knock on her door.

Silence was all that could be Heard. A few seconds passed as you were getting ready to knock again. Before your right hand could hit the door, the sound of the lock being undone began to come from the door. As the white door pulled back, your eyes were met with a strange man who happened to be shirtless.

“Fucking finally. Forty-five minutes for damn fried rice.”

You didn’t even have time to react as the bag of food was snatched from your hand. A wad of cash was then thrown at your face as the man slammed the door. Were you at the wrong Apartment? Taking your phone back out, you decided to send a message to Mr. Lee. Your message only repeated the address back to the man. It didn’t even take ten seconds for the name to respond saying it was correct.

Now you were beyond confused. Who the hell was that man? Bringing your ear to the door, muffled sounds passed through but you could hear laughter coming from a couple of people. It could be seen as rude but now you needed to know what was going on. With the keypad on the left side of the door, your fingers put in the code that was given to you.

12418 imputed. You then pushed the door and were met with a house hallway. Stepping in, you gently closed the door behind you and lurked forward. A couple of nice-looking jackets were on the right-hand side. On the left side was a small wooden table with some car keys. The Bentley logo was very easy to see from the back of the key fob. Obviously, she had a very nice car. As you finally arrived at the end of the hallway, your eardrums picked up about three different voices who were joking around.

“What the fuck? This is chicken, not fried rice. I’m gonna yell at this place!”

Walking out of the hallway, you were met with The three individuals who happened to all be undressed. Nakyung as well as the man from the door yelled but you also noticed another young woman who just ran to cover her exposed body.

“YEJUN! WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Your parents said I could come and visit you. They gave me the code to your door.”

“Wait. You know this creep? Isn’t he the delivery boy?”

“Are you really that stupid Sangjun? That’s Choi Yejun. The future CEO of the company once the merger happens.”

“That doesn’t explain why he’s here?”

“Well, I came to visit my Fiancé. I didn’t expect to find her naked with another man and woman.”

The man’s expression changed from anger to shock when he heard those words.

“FIANCÉ? YOU TOLD ME THE MERGER WAS JUST THE MERGING OF THE COMPANIES! YOU ARE MARRYING THE NEW CEO?”

The young man quickly threw on his pants and then bowed before you.

“Sir I am so sorry. She never told me she was going to be married. I can’t lose this job!”

“Leave, and never disrespect a delivery driver like that again.”

“Thank you, sir!”

As he ran away, you took a glance at Nagyung and the other woman who were now clothed.

“Saerom unnie. Can you please give me and Yejun some privacy?”

The young woman gave your fiancé a nod and then walked deeper into the apartment.

As your eyes met with Nagyung’s, you could tell she was beyond annoyed.

“My parents really gave you the code to enter my home?”

“Your father said it was ok since we are going to get married soon. I’m sorry I’m still just confused. Who were those two?”

“I don’t think you deserve to know that info considering you broke into my home.”

“Look I know I did barge in but your father said I could. Who were they?”

Nagyung rolled her eyes and began to walk away from you. Following behind her, the two of you eventually reached a nice kitchen. The expensive appliances as well as granite countertops let you see the girl lived in such luxury. From a topside cabinet, the young woman pulled out a glass and a bottle of scotch. Pouring the brown substance into the glass, Nagyung took a seat in the nice leather chair and looked at you.

“Saerom Unnie is one of my assistants. I have a couple of other girls who work for me. Sangjun is just someone in the marketing department of my father's company.”

“That still doesn’t explain why he was naked. Or why your assistant was naked as well.”

“You can’t be that’s stupid. What do men and women do when they are naked together?”

Sure you weren’t dense but somehow your brain was trying to convince you that they were participating in some other activity.

“But why? We’re eng-“

“Engaged? That wasn’t my idea. The only reason this is happening is because my father said I had no other option. The company merger was going to happen. This way my family still kept their wealth and power and a say in the company. Did you want this to happen? I can’t say I would blame you for wanting to marry such a beautiful girl like me.”

“No. I didn’t want this. My parents threaten to take away my birthright. I would not be the CEO of C Industries unless I married you as a favor to your parents. Now I didn’t want this b-“

“I’m going to stop you there. We both didn’t want this so why are you getting mad? I’m going to be very blunt right now. I love sex. I honestly can never have enough of it so I sleep with any man or woman who even gives me a fuck me look. We are going to get married but I’m still gonna be looking for sex. Look Yejun, you look like a sweet guy but you probably can satisfy me at all in bed. I will act like a good wife in public but I am going to live my life how I want. So if you are now well informed then get the fuck out of my house.”

The way Nagyung spoke to you made you angry yet you also felt sad. Your body reacted on its own as you began to walk towards the exit. Everything was a blur as you were finally back in your car. The anger and sadness remained. Angry that your future wife thought you less of a man. Perhaps you were wondering why you were sad. Well, you always thought you would marry a woman that loved you back. Now that dream. No, fantasy is now gone.

As you pulled out of the driveway, you began to drive home in an almost robotic state. Fifteen minutes passed as you arrived at your apartment building. Pulling Into the garage, you made your way over to your designated spot and parked in it. Stepping out from your black vehicle, your legs brought you to the entrance where you scanned your keycard. With it unlocked, you made your way over to the small dinky elevator that was already there. Hopping in, the doors slowly closed with a bit of squeal behind them.

With the elevator going up, you didn’t have to wait more than twenty seconds to reach the 3rd floor. Walking out of the elevator, you walked to the right side and made it to the first door there. Taking out your key, the piece of metal then entered the key slot and turned to the left. Pushing your door open, you then made your way in and closed the door behind you.

Taking your shoes off, you left them near the door and walked to your couch. Unlike Nagyung, your home honestly was not the best. You didn’t see much of a need for an expensive home. It was all about what you made with the space you had. Wasn’t much but you loved this place. As you slowly removed some of your clothes on the couch, your phone began to ring in your pocket. Taking it out, you saw it was Mr.Lee.

“Hello, Mr.Lee. How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Yejun. Did you go see my daughter?”

……..

Silence. What could you even say to him?

Oh yeah, I went to see her and she told me she’s gonna be getting railed 24/7 by men and women who aren’t married to her. How she’s told me she’s going to constantly cheat on me? Should you say something?

“Yejun? Are you still there?”

“A-Ah yes. We had a little bit of a chat. She was busy with the preparations so it was just a short talk. I’m sure we will talk more.”

“Oh I’m sorry she was busy but I’m glad you got to talk a little bit with her. Why don’t I schedule a dinner for you and her so you get to know each other better.”

“Oh you don’t have to-“

“Oh don’t worry. I’ll set it up for tomorrow night. 7 pm and I will send you the location.”

You didn’t even have time to respond as the phone call ended. How would dinner even go? Guess that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, you should just rest.

7 pm came faster than you anticipated. Your future father-in-law reserved a dinner at Lotte Tower. Honestly, it was all uneventful as you arrived at your table. The view out into Seoul was just amazing. You had personally never eaten at this place but you were plenty excited now. A young waitress at the time walked over and placed a glass of red wine in front of you. With a nod, you grabbed the glass and took a sip. Looking at your watch you saw it was 7 pm exactly, so your date of sorts would be arriving soon.

One minute passed, then two, and then three. Soon it was ten minutes. By this time you could already imagine what happened. You were stood up. At least you thought you were until a young woman walked up to you.

“M-May I take a seat? I’m here on behalf of your fiancé.”

With a nod, the young woman took a seat across from you and grabbed the cup of water. Bringing it up to her red lips, the girl began to drink the glass of water until the glass was empty. Placing it down, her eyes met with yours and she quickly looked down.

“Hello, sir. My name is P-Park Jiwon and I will be your new personal assistant.”

“When did I hire you?”

“A-Actually, your Fiancé assigned me to the position. I was working at The Lee company already as her assistant but reassigned me. She already spoke to your parents and hers and they approved.

You weren’t even married yet and this woman was already making decisions for you.

“And let me guess. She’s currently not here because she went to meet up with one of her appointments.”

“Y-Yes sir.”

“Of course she is. Well then I guess-“

At that time, the young waitress brought over two plates of food and placed them in front of the two of you.

“Well, this food shouldn't go to waste. Eat with me. Let’s get to know each other if we are going to be working together.”

Jiwon looked a little hesitant but as you raised your wine glass to her with a smile, she nodded her head and raised her own.

Two hours passed and your table was full of laughter. This nervous girl was wacky and funny. You could tell that working with her was going to be a fun time. Since your dinner was over, the two of you walked out to your car and you helped her get in. You would end up dropping off at her home and then going back to your own.

A week passed and you found yourself moving things into your new office. As you placed your knick-knacks on the shelves on the right wall, a knock was heard at your door. From behind the door; Jiwon came and smiled at you.

“Ok, I think that’s everything, Mr. Choi. That last of your things were in the box.”

“When we are alone you don’t need to call me Mr. Choi. Yejun is fine. And thank you for the help.”

“Of course Mr.- I mean Yejun. So what’s next?”

As Jiwon walked over, her eyes didn’t notice one of the empty boxes near you. Before you could warn her, the young woman tripped and started falling forward. Extending your arms, you managed to catch Jiwon before she smashed her face into the floor.

“You ok Jiwon?”

“Y-Yeah. Thank you.”

“Well, don’t you two look nice and cozy.”

You took a look in the direction of the voice and were met with a glare from your fiancé. Jiwon quickly stood up and got away from you. Bowing towards her, Nagyung got closer and got face to face with Jiwon.

“Why don’t you go get me a coffee, Jiwon?”

“Yes, Ms.Lee.”

Running out of your office, Nagyung came over and glared at you now.

“Was it you?”

“What was me?”

“Did you tell the media we’re getting married?”

“No. I did not.”

“DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME.”

“Watch your fucking tone with me. Why the hell would I tell the media?”

“Because it played out exactly how you would want it. Everyone now knows I’m engaged and going to be married. No man wants to risk pissing you off so they all cut their ties to me. None of them will fuck me. Sure I still got some girls to mess around with but I need a man to please me.”

“Nagyung. I did not tell the media. It probably just made its way out. Maybe this will be a way for you to stop this little habit you have.”

“Oh shut up. You’re probably looking forwards to fucking your assistant. What the hell did I walk into?”

“She fell. I caught her. Don’t try to assume you know me.”

“Whatever. Since the news is out, the media will be outside our wedding. When we pass the camera’s we will be the perfect couple. Do what you need to do so that narrative will play out.”

You hadn't noticed Nagyung had a tight hold on your arm until she let go. Walking towards the door, Jiwon almost bumped into Nagyung as she was returning. Nagyung took the cold cup from Jiwon's hand and left your office. That nervous girl you had met at dinner returned around her. It’s something you hated to see.

“I’m sorry about that Jiwon.”

“It’s ok. She’s been like that for the two months I worked for her.”

“Well, I will make sure it stops. Don’t you worry about that.”

Jiwon’s frown turned into a smile when you told her that. In a short time, you already cared for this girl. You would make sure to protect her the best you could.

The chirping from birds let you know it was the next day. A little look from your crusty eyes saw that it was seven am. You had to be at the shop to get your hair done by eight. Begrudgingly, your legs threw your covers off of you and made their way to your slippers. Standing up, you managed to tumble your way to the shower and hop in once the dirty pajamas were off.

You knew your time was short so you made your shower quick. That cold water surely helped you to wake up. Since you were in a bit of a hurry, you took your time in the shower to also brush your teeth. Some people might be disgusted but you do what you need to when you're short on time.

Getting out of the shower, you managed to empty your bladder and run back out to your room. From your dresser came a casual pair of underwear, sweatpants and a shirt. Throwing them on, you then made your way to your kitchen and grabbed a few cookies from a container. Shoving them in your mouth, you then got to your shoe stand grabbed the comfiest pair of sneakers, and threw them on. Looking up at your clock on the wall, you saw it was 7:20 already.

Grabbing the keys to your vehicle, you rushed your way towards it.

The drive was uneventful as you arrived at the shop with 15 minutes to spare. With your parked near the building. You then made your way to the entrance and met with the Receptionist. The young woman smiled at you as she saw you.

“Well if it isn’t the man of the hour. Welcome, Mr.Choi. Please follow me, I’m sure you're ready to start getting spiffy for your future bride.”

With a nod, you began to follow the young woman down a pair of nice granite steps. This shop was amazing. As you finally got down the stairs, you saw plenty of workers running around getting different things ready.

As you passed a small section of the shop, your ears could hear why people were running all over. The voice of your fiancé was telling people instructions on how she wanted to look. The receptionist pushed you forward into an area with other males that were waiting for you.

“They will be responsible for getting your hair and other stuff ready. Your fiancé already brought your suit in which you will be married. They will make sure it fits you perfectly despite having your measurements beforehand. Have fun.”

With a nod, you walked over to the men and gave them a bow.

“Please make me look good today.”

The men all smiled and Instructed you to sit down.

Hours went by. It wasn’t just your hair that was getting done. By orders of Nagyung, light makeup was being applied to you. Somehow light makeup took nearly 4 hours. Wouldn’t that be heavy makeup? Either way, it was noon by the time your hair and makeup were done. The staff had ordered some small sandwiches for you all to snack on before you went to put on your suit. With your simple ham sandwich gone, you went and looked at your suit.

The black tux seemed to be custom-tailored to your size. You probably had your parents to thank for that. You could have sworn a suit of yours was missing from your wardrobe. Pulling a cover, you proceeded to remove the tuxedo from its hanger and laid it on a table. Removing your clothes, you proceeded to throw on the white dress shirt and buttoned it up. Grabbing the pants from the table, your right leg went into the right slot and the left leg into the left slot. You had plenty of practice with suits and such. Putting them on wasn’t hard at all.

After two more minutes, your belt was in the buckles and you had your pants and dress shirt on. The white bow tie that remained on the table stood out to you. Most women made their partner wear the same color their 2nd dress would be. This being the color could either mean she wanted you to look bad, or her dress after the wedding would be white as well. Either way, you proceeded to pick up the bow tie and put it on. The final piece of your outfit was the nice black jacket. As you put it on, your eyes looked into the mirror in front of you. Your outfit was complete. Honestly, it was a perfect fit.

Pulling back on the cover, you proceeded to walk out towards the stylists and they began to pass a lint roller all over your tux.

“Perfect sir. Your bride is going to be very happy.”

“Yeah, sure she would.”

“Your wedding is being held at 3 pm in the Seoul Cathedral. That’s about a 30-minute drive from here. It’s 1:30 pm so it’s time to head out. Good luck today and don’t forget to say I do.”

Giving the men a bow, you began to head back out the way the receptionist had brought you. It was nothing eventful until you found a giant limousine waiting for you. The older man waiting by the back door gave you a bow and pulled it open. Giving the older man a bow, you quickly entered the limo and the door closed behind you. After a few seconds, the man went to the driver's side and hopped in. Before you knew it, you were on your way to the cathedral.

Honestly, it surprised you how many times you were using the same word to describe your wedding day. Uneventful. The 30-minute drive was uneventful until you finally arrived at your destination. The flashing cameras began to surround the vehicle as well as yells from the media. Security was already outside and began to push the men and women away as your vehicle inched forward to its final spot. Once there, the large men who helped push the media away helped you step out of the limo.

Despite being pushed back once, the various news sites came piling back over once again. The yells of your security were all you could hear as they were throwing the men and women back. Step by step you began to go up the steps of the cathedral. You aren’t even sure how much time it took until you were finally at the entrance. Once past the wooden doors, you could finally hear yourself think.

As you began to move further into the church, various men and women began to walk toward you and say their hellos. Despite it being early, the church was already filled with various people. A large majority of these people were businessmen and women who wanted to get on your family’s good side. Doesn’t surprise you most of them are there to kiss ass.

The repeated motions of your arm going up and down were annoying. Sure everyone knows how simple a handshake is but once you reached 30 people, it was just bothersome. With the random businessmen out of the way, next was saying hello to the executives of The Lee Company. As you stood in front of the 6 men and women, your head went down and gave them all a deep bow.

“I welcome you all to my wedding. Thank you for taking the time to come to this event. I’m sure all of your schedules were packed.”

The oldest of the bunch came over and shook your hand.

“Of course, we need to attend to meet our company president. Some were hesitant but this merger will help make us all a lot of money. I speak on behalf of all of my colleagues here. I am Ru Sangki.”

“Mr.Ru. I thank you all for coming. Will you be joining us for the festivities after?”

“Who could ever say no to free alcohol?”

With a small laugh, you proceeded to make your way to the end of the church where your parents were waiting. As your mother's eyes met with your own, you could see she was beginning to tear up.

“Sweetie. Y-You look amazing.”

“Thank you, Mother. Please don’t cry. You know I hate that.”

“I just never thought I would s-see the day.”

“Well, it’s here whether we like it or not.”

Placing a hand on your shoulder, your father looked at you.

“L-Listen Yejun. Your mother and I know this wasn’t your favorite thing but we appreciate you doing this. This will help our families rise to new heights. I guess we’re beginning to sound like broken records but this has already had an impact. Our stock prices have risen 7% since the first word of your wedding. New investors are lining up. The two of you will make this into a worldwide empire. I’m sure of it. You’re both young. I’m sure you will learn to love each other.”

You wanted to roll your eyes but as a matter of respect, you just nodded your head to your father.

“OK then. Your wedding will start in a few minutes. Why don’t you go stand up there and we will get started once your bride arrives.”

“Yes, father.”

Walking up on the stage, you began to just wait and give everyone a nod as they got to their seats. Minute after minute passed as your foot began to tap on the wooden floor. You were in your own world until the sound of an organ playing spooked you. The stereotypical tune from weddings began to play for everyone’s ears. Everyone was sitting for a minute until the sound of the doors could be heard.

The crowd now standing, looked back and began to take pictures. Your eyes first noticed the older man with her arm intertwined. Next to him was the young woman who had a white dress. Nagyung’s wedding dress wasn’t like other women’s. Most women had massive gowns that could fall to the floor. The fluff from those dresses was always a lot yet Nagyung didn’t dress like that.

Your fiancé’s dress was short. Her legs were on full display for the crowd to see. The two straps on her shoulders showed her soft skin. The white down her body showed her beautiful curves that could make any man drool. Around her neck, the collar of her dress seemed to have jewels all around to just show a look of elegance.

Step by step, the young woman got closer as her father held her arm. Small cries could be heard on the left-hand side. As you looked, your eyes noticed Nagyung’s mother crying at the sight of her daughter. You could tell she was just happy her child was getting married. After a few more seconds, Mr.Lee and Nagyung were finally at the front.

Walking down the five steps, your arm then extended to take Nagyung. Mr.Lee in that moment caught you by surprise as he hugged you.

“Look after her please.”

You were a bit shocked by this action but after you composed yourself, Mr.Lee revived a nod yes from you. Taking Nagyung’s arm, the two of you went up the 5 wooden steps and met with a priest who seemed to appear out of thin air.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to welcome you all here today. It’s not often family, friends and loved ones get the chance to gather all together but you all took the time to come here for a very special moment. The moment when a man and woman become one. This is a sacred event that has stood the test of time. One that plenty would feel blessed to have, and I am sure these two feel just that way. Choi Yejun and Lee Nagyung have brought you here today for this. Their marriage. Now as I stand before these two, I can see the nerves on their faces. What couple wouldn’t be nervous on their special day but this just shows the love the two have for each other.”

You could almost laugh hearing those words but you needed to keep the act up. Nagyung smiled at the priest and nodded her head.

“Now Yejun, the duty of a husband can be tough. Sometimes you will be a friend, other times a confidant but you will always be the head of the family. You will be responsible for the needs your wife will have. Be that someone to talk to or someone to just enjoy time together. The key to all this will be communication. Communication will be the thing to help your marriage last as long as people like your parents. I hope you can fulfill the needs of your family. Now Nagyung. That same goes for you. The role of a husband can be hard at times but you will be his friend and confidant. The two of you will also have the struggles of running a business but if you communicate, then you can stand everything thrown at you two. Now I know plenty of weddings like to go on for an hour and bore you all with different sorts of speeches but I’m not going to do that to you all. I’ll make it shorter than average. We will now move on to the vows. We will start with Yejun. Repeat after me.”

At least this wasn’t going to be long.

“I, Choi Yejun.”

“Take you, Lee Nagyung.”

“To be my wife.”

“To have and to hold from this day forward.”

“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”

“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”

“Now Nagyung. Repeat after me. I, Lee Nagyung.”

“I, Lee Nagyung.”

“Take you, Choi Yejun.”

“To be my Husband.”

“To have and to hold from this day forward.”

“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”

“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”

“Thank you, both of you. Now I must ask. Should anyone have any reason these 2 should not be wed today, please speak or forever hold your piece.”

Silence in the church.

“Well then. As I said I wouldn’t make this long. By the power vested in me by South Korea and god, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

As you looked at your bride. Your eyes met with hers and saw she was smiling at you. You could tell it was fake but you had to play the part. Putting your hand on your wife’s waist, you then pull her closer and put your left hand on the back of her head. Tilting your head to the left, you then pulled Nagyung’s face toward you and connected your lips. The kiss was simple, just your lips touching but your heart was racing. It had been years since you kissed a girl. You were ready to push your tongue forward until Nagyung pulled her face back.

Cheers filled the church as the two of you faced the crowd. Smiles were on everyone’s faces. Your parents as well as your in-laws seemed happy. With the feeling of happiness in the air, you couldn’t help but give a genuine smile. At that time, Nagyung pulled your head closer to hers.

“Carry me to the limo. Make it seem romantic, idiot.”

Now your fake smile is back. Picking the young woman up, you began to walk down the wooden steps and go down the aisle. The cheers continued as you went down and gave everyone a quick nod. Nagyung pulled herself up a little and began to kiss your cheek. Each step you took brought you closer and closer to the doors. Security was ready as you finally reached the end. Your parents and in-laws managed to keep up with you and were ready to go out.

“Take a few pictures for the media and walk to the limo. We will join you there.”

“Ready, Nagyung?”

“Let’s do this.”

With security pushing the door open, your eyes were immediately blinded by the flashing lights of cameras. Yells from your security as well as the media hit your ears once more. You thought they were crazy before but now that your wife was in your arms, they almost lost it. You were now the power couple of South Korea. Each push on the men that were in front of you wasn’t fruitful. It took a couple of tries for you to make any progress towards the limo.

More of your guards came and began to pull the cameramen away from you all. Taking a chance, you posed with Nagyung and she smiled for the cameras. After an intense struggle that lasted five minutes, you were finally at the limo door. For one final picture, you looked at Nagyung and attached your lips to hers. The kiss was the same as before, just on the lips. It made your heart skip a beat until your wife pulled away again.

Putting your wife down, the young woman stepped into the limo and you followed behind. Your parents as well as in-laws also hopped in the limo and then closed the door. Unlike before, security already had them away from the vehicle and you were able to take off. Hugs were passed around as everyone hugged their parents. Your parents then hugged Nagyung and your in-laws hugged you.

“Your dress was stunning. So different from other brides.”

“Thank you, Mrs.Choi. I-“

“Call me Mom please.”

“Thank you M-Mom. I had the dress custom-made by some famous stylists at Versace. It was worth every penny.”

The rest of your ride was filled with Nagyung talking about her dress as well as the different jewelry she had on her person. For not wanting to get married she truly went all out for her dress. Fifteen minutes passed as you reached the venue for the reception. A hotel. Your wife had reserved several rooms and suites in this massive hotel. As the limo parked at the entrance, security stood guard and helped you get out. Helping Nagyung get out, you extended your arm once more and began to walk in with your family.

“Now me and your in-laws will finish setting up the reception. You two go over to the conference room and we will come get you when it’s time.”

“Ok, mom.”

Walking to an adjoining room, you and Nagyung found a couple of reclining seats and sat in them. The only noises that could be heard were the music as well as the staff workers who were setting up. You Weren’t sure how much time had passed until you heard a small grunt from Nagyung. Looking in her direction, the young woman was standing up and walking towards the door.

“You ok?”

“I’m gonna go do something. I’ll be back.”

You didn’t get the chance to respond as your wife pulled the door open and left. You were getting ready to follow behind her until the door opened again. A smile filled your face as you saw it was Jiwon.

“Congratulations Yejun!”

“Thank you Jiwon. I didn’t know you were in attendance.”

“Well of course I needed to come. I want to support you and be here in case you need something. So where is your bride going?”

“She said she would be back. That’s it.”

Jiwon’s smile turned into a look of sadness when she heard that.

“I think I know where she went. Follow me.”

Should you?

Jiwon didn’t wait as she grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards the rooms. The first floor seemed to have a few hotel rooms. As you went down this hallway, Jiwon reached one of the many doors there and pulled out a keycard. Scanning it, the green light appeared and she pushed the door open. Walking in, you were met by a sight that angered you. Nagyung had her arms wrapped around another woman and was kissing her neck. Somehow they didn’t even notice you.

“Nagyung. You’re married now. W-We shouldn’t.”

“It’s ok. I’m sure he won't mind it being another girl, Seoyeon.”

You weren’t sure why you were surprised. She said she was going to keep cheating but with the men avoiding her, you thought the women would too. Your eyes seeing this were suddenly met with the worried young woman. You could see the fear in her eyes as what she worried about happened.

“M-Mr. Choi.”

Nagyung at that time turned around and saw you. Most people would act shocked when caught cheating. Nagyung just rolled her eyes.

“Did you bring my husband here?”

Jiwon was silent for a second until she nodded yes.

“Next time keep to yourself. Or you will be out a Jo-“

“You will not be out of a job Jiwon. I give you my word on that. Nagyung. I truly thought that maybe you would not do it but I’m here and you couldn’t give a shit. Wow.”

As you began to walk out of the room, you could hear Nagyung scoff and yell at you. You paid her no mind as you and Jiwon returned to your waiting room. Once there, you took a seat again and just closed your eyes. While anger was coming off in waves, you felt a hand touch your arm. It was Jiwon and you could tell she was sorry for you. In a short time, this girl was already proving to be a better friend than any you had before.

“Sorry. I know this wasn’t your choice but maybe if you have a normal conversation with her then she will listen and stop.”

You were just silent. It could seem stupid but it only really hurt because Nagyung was keeping stuff from you, lying. At that time your fiancé returned and took a seat. The two of you were just glaring at each other now. Tension was all that could be felt in the air. Nagyung could have probably jumped on you until a knock on the door caught everyone's attention. It was the party planner.

“Everything is all set. Let’s go show everyone the lovely couple.”

Your feelings would have to wait, you now had to be the perfect couple. Standing up, you and your wife met at the door and intertwined your arms. Both of you put a fake smile on your faces and walked toward the reception hall door. The doors were quickly pulled open and music began to play. You and Nagyung began to playfully dance to the tune while going into the reception hall. Cheers echoed in the venue as the two of you made your way to the center of the hall.

You were ready to continue walking toward your seats until a slow song began to play. Normally the first dance would be later on but it looked like it was at that moment. Placing your hand on Nagyung’s thin waist, the two of you began to stumble a bit and go in the opposite direction. To everyone, it was just nerves when in reality you had never practiced this with your wife.

“Get your shit together and dance. I better not be embarrassed by this.”

Looking to the right a bit, Nagyung began to follow you and you both swayed left and then right in tune. Your dance wasn’t amazing but it served its purpose. A couple of minutes passed as the song stopped and everyone clapped. Directed to your table, the two of you took your seats and looked out into the crowd. It would be a long rest of the day.

Hours went by. To say it was horrible was an understatement. Every few minutes Nagyung would pull you closer and complain about something you did. Insult after insult continued to go in your ears. How were you going to have a calm conversation with your wife? You were angry. She was angry and annoyed. Would your emotions cause problems in this chat? A sudden pinch on your arm brought you back to your senses. The two of you had been bowing toward everyone who came to the weddings and it had ended. As people packed the dance floor and music blared in people’s ears, your parents and in-laws walked over and placed a few folders in front of the two of you.

“We know it’s been a long night, and it’s still technically a little early but we couldn’t wait any longer. In front of you are the deeds to your new home. Now C Industries has been developing a new mega building near the heart of Seoul. Well, the penthouse is already done. This home would be worth several million but it’s our wedding gift to the two of you.”

Both you and Nagyung were surprised. The two of you thought it would be time to go home shopping soon but your parents gifted you one. Both you and Nagyung bowed your heads and the massive gift you both received.

“Finally. In front of you are the transfer of ownership documents for both you and Nagyung. It’s all set. You both just need to sign and Yejun will be the CEO while Nagyung will be the COO.”

Pulling the cover to the manilla folder, the documents were all there and you began to give them a look over. There were no tricks in the end. This was the moment you had been dreaming about your whole life. Picking up a pen, your hand went down to the bottom of the document and began to sign. Once your lengthy signature was done, you took a glance to the left and saw Nagyung was done signing as well. Your wife was smiling and u like her previous ones, this one looked genuine.

“We are proud of the two of you. Welcome the new leaders of C Industries!”

Finally after everything today you were happy now also.

“We know it’s a bit early but the presidential suit was reserved for the two of you tonight. Here are the keycards so you can enter. Go ahead and leave whenever you want. We love you both.”

With your parents and in-laws leaving, Nagyung immediately took one of the cards and looked up at the clock. It was 10 pm.

“Well, I will be heading to the suite. I’m done with all these fake smiles I’ve been giving. Have fun dumbass.”

Standing up, Nagyung made her way to the exit and bowed at everyone as she left. You were left alone at your table now. It felt awkward. Should you just go to your room also? Wait, what if Nagyung was meeting with another person again?

Your mind began to go in circles as you asked yourself that question repeatedly. Your body reacted on its own as you made your way to the exit. After saying your goodbyes, you quickly made your way towards the elevator and waited for it. After a minute, the metal cage arrived and you walked in. Scanning your keycard, you then pressed the button to the presidential suite and the doors closed. As you went up, your leg began to bounce as you waited to get to your room.

A loud ding brought you back to earth and the doors opened. Right in front of you was the entrance to the suit. With the card scanner on the handle, you quickly scanned the rectangle in your hand and saw the green light. Walking in, the door was pushed almost all the way but then stopped by a pair of white heels. Pushing your way past the door, you continued your way further until you reached the living room. On the couch sat your wife. The bottle of champagne on the table in front of her was opened and she was enjoying it.

“Why are you up here?”

“I have just as much right to be in this room Nagyung.”

Grabbing a glass, you then poured some of the contents of the bottle into it. You didn’t even hesitate to down the entire glass of champagne. Nagyung scoffed at this action and filled her glass once more.

“You’re acting like you had a tough day. I had to act like the perfect wife.”

“And you are acting like you aren’t a nightmare to deal with. I tried my best to be kind towards you all day yet all you did was treat me like trash.”

Nagyung’s scoff returned as she then stood up.

“I have been treating you well, all things considered.”

Your wife at that time walked towards the bedroom, leaving you shocked at her words. Following behind you raised your voice a bit.

“That was treating me well? How the fuck is that treating me well?”

“You got to kiss a gorgeous woman like me. I think that’s pretty good for a loser like you. Plus you ruined one of my chances to destress. I could have slapped you for that.”

“First. You need to stop calling me a loser. I don’t get where you got that idea and secondly, you went to do shit like that on our wedding day. You don’t even care.”

“I don’t care. I told you I love sex. A wimp like you can’t satisfy me.”

Getting closer to Nagyung, your glare met with hers.

“I have asked you already. Stop calling me a wimp. I’m getting tired of this.”

“Wimp, wimp, wimp.”

Our anger was ready to boil over. You had this rage you wanted to release but you didn’t know how. You hadn’t noticed how close your face was to Nagyung’s until you could feel her breath on yours. The two of you were angry and needed to get rid of this feeling.

Your bodies reacted on their own as you both grabbed each other. Your lips were connected to Nagyung’s before you knew what was happening. This wasn’t like the short kisses you had before. You had wanted to push your tongue forward before and now you had the chance.

As your tongue moved into her mouth, the two of you began to fight against each other. You would have figured Nagyung would push you away but she continued to kiss you. The young woman’s tongue was shorter than yours, yet she managed to put up a good fight. Your tongues were pushing against each other and then circling, chasing each other. With your pent-up anger, you finally pushed your tongue against hers and took control in her mouth. Oxygen was something the two of you didn’t notice until your lungs felt empty.

Pulling back, both of your chests heaved as they took in as much air as possible. Still, your face ended up back in her body only now her neck. First, you began with small pecks on her soft skin. A few pecks later you began to nibble on her skin and pull a bit. The combination of your kisses and bites began to leave a red mark on your wife’s neck. Soft moans hit your ear as Nagyung held you close.

You weren’t sure when but after a little bit, Nagyung was already pulling off your jacket and ripped off your tie. Your hands stopped being idle after those actions and followed her lead. Your wife didn’t have much clothes on, so it was easy to begin to raise her white dress. Pulling back from your bride's neck, she began to help you remove her wedding dress. As the clothes began to leave her body, your eyes were blessed by the sight of her nude breast. Nagyung didn’t have a bra on this entire time. Just that thought made your already stiff cock to twitch.

Nagyung seemed impatient as the young woman ripped the buttons to your shirt open. With that out of the way, your hands went down to your belt and unhooked it. Pulling the leather belt off your pants, Nagyung quickly unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down. Raising both your legs, your pants were finally gone and you were matching Nagyung. Only your undergarments remained.

“Not bad for a wimp.”

“Shut up you bitch. Why am I even doing this?”

“Please, I'm asking myself that. You probably have a little shrimp dick.”

Nagyung’s hand reached out and took hold of your clothes shaft. Your wife had a smirk on her face until she began to feel around.

“Take a look then.”

Your wife rolled her eyes at the cockiness in your tone and dropped to her knees. As she went down, her hands wrapped around the band of your underwear and pulled it down. As your cock was freed from its confines, it accidentally hit Nagyung in the face as she got closer. A small gasp left her mouth as she stared at your dick. Raising her hand slowly, your wife’s dainty fingers wrapped around your cock.

“Well well well. I guess my husband is blessed with a nice cock after all.”

Slowly, Nagyung’s hand began to move up and down your length. With each small stroke, a bit of precum left your tips and began to move down your shaft. The clear slick began to slick up your wife’s hand a bit. Her hand was soft and moving slowly, yet it felt great. Nagyung. Could tell these small actions felt amazing as she then sped up a little bit.

“Awe. Your cock is heating up a bit. This is probably the most a girl has ever done to your length.”

“I’m not a virgin Nagyung. I just don’t Sleep around with anything that breathes.”

“Well you should be happy your wife loves sex. Because that means I’m an expert at this.”

Goosebumps filled your body as you felt something warm wrap around your cock. Looking down, your eyes met with Nagyung’s as her mouth trapped your tip. A few small sucks began to attack your cock head. A slight groan left your mouth as Nagyung continued this action. Sure it felt great but it would quickly bore you.

Nagyung seemed to have read your mind as she smirked a bit. Lower and lower went your wife’s mouth on your length. You weren’t sure how but Nagyung managed to move your entire length down her throat. After five seconds, Nagyung pulled her mouth back and off your length. Your wife then began to move her tongue on your length and moved it from the base to your tip. Left then right went her tongue around your cock. Moving down to your balls, Nagyung began to move her tongue around them and played with them. Your wife’s hand while she sucked on your balls stroked it up and down.

After a minute, Nagyung returned her mouth to your length and began to suck on your cock head. Down went her head on your length inch by inch until you filled her throat. The same action repeated two more times until Nagyung hit you with something new. When you filled her throat once more, you felt a vibration around your length as well as a constriction. Nagyung was somehow massaging your cock with her throat. It was unlike anything you had felt before. If you truly were a virgin, you would have blasted your load down Nagyung's throat at that moment.

Pulling back, Nagyung giggled a bit and just looked at you.

“How does that feel dear? I told you I’m talented. Or maybe you are just a virgin.

“T-That was….. ok.”

“Well. If it’s just ok then fuck my face. Dump a load down my throat.”

With the same insult being repeated, you decided to take her up on this invitation. Both of your hands took hold of Nagyung’s head and your waist began to move back and forth. At first, it was slow but when your eyes met with Hers, you saw she rolled them at you. With a sudden thrust, Nagyung’s throat was filled and her eyes shot out a bit. Back and forth your cock entered and left her mouth. Your wife’s throat was getting filled every second with your action. Despite this, she would take deep breaths when she could and took it. She truly wasn’t a rookie at this. Once again, Nagyung began to constrict your length with her throat. The feeling every time felt like the first time. The girl certainly wanted you to cum.

“F-Fuck. Guess you can do more than just complain with that mouth.”

You felt almost embarrassed but you knew you were close. Using as much strength as you could, you pounded into your wife’s throat. You didn’t have time to warn Nagyung as you thrust into her throat a final time, blowing your load. Shot after shot of your cum went down the young woman’s canal. A small pur left Nagyung’s mouth as your semen filled her stomach. It was one of the best orgasms you had in a while. Letting go of your wife, Nagyung pulled back and began to suck on your tip. Your whole body jolted as you were still sensitive.

“Fuck. I haven’t swallowed a load that big in a while. You must have needed to let one out for a while now.”

Your head just nodded a bit as Nagyung stood up and laid her back on the bed.

“Hurry up and eat my pussy. I better cum from that worthless tongue of yours.

After finally catching your breath, your legs dropped down and you brought yourself up to Nagyung’s legs.

“Sit back and enjoy, bitch.”

Wrapping your arms around Nagyung’s thick thighs, you then pulled your wife closer. Deciding to tease Nagyung, your lips went to her legs, and began to kiss them. Each peck down her leg brought you closer and closer to her panties. Nagyung being impatient wrapped her hand on her panties and pulled them down. With her privates uncovered, your kisses got closer and closer until you hovered about her pussy. Her slick had covered her legs already and you had a taste, but now you wanted more

“Fucking eat my pussy.”

You would have liked to leave her there frustrated, but you decided to be nice and gave her pussy a kiss. A little moan left her mouth and you gave her lips another kiss. You repeated this action as your hands moved up to her folds. Spreading them open, your tongue took the chance to push in and began to lick around. More moans left Nagyung’s mouth as your tongue began to swirl in her cavern.

With her folds parted, your eyes managed to see your wife’s clit. With your left hand, you began to run her nub in little circles. Letting go of Nagyung’s folds, you then used your right hand and pushed your index finger into her. The small moans were replaced with swears as your fingers moved in and out of her pussy. All 3 actions made your wife begin to jump around. She wasn’t ready for you to please her. Nagyung was truly caught off guard.

Adding two more fingers at once, Nagyung’s legs began to shake at the combined efforts of your hands and tongue. In and out your fingers pistoned Nagyung’s tunnel faster and faster. Your tongue with its continuous flicks on her clit began to speed up despite your mouth getting tired. Nagyung was close and you could tell.

Pulling back, you looked up at Nagyung and heard a groan from her.

“Why the fuck did you stop?”

“Maybe we should just leave you here as payback or-“

Nagyung wasn’t happy and pulled your head back into her snatch. Should you keep going? Nagyung didn’t wait as her fingers began to rub her clit. Your three fingers pushed back into her snatch and your tongue licked her folds. It didn’t take long for Nagyung to get close to her orgasm again. Moving your fingers as fast as possible.

“F-Fuck. Just a l-little more.”

Keeping the same pace, Nagyung soon began to jolt around and yell. A rush of fluids hit your face and you then opened your mouth. Each squirt of your wife’s fluids filled your mouth quickly. Drinking it, your body shivered as you had the best-tasting drink of your life. Pulling back, Nagyung was panting for air and had a bright smile on her face.

All of this made you hard again. You thought you were turned on before, but now. You wanted to fuck the life out of your wife. You didn’t hesitate to stand back up and line your length with her folds. Nagyung saw this and smirked.

“Look at you. Taking charge. I wonder if that cock can make me cum.”

“I already made you cum.”

“That was with my help. I doubt you can do it on your own but go ahead and try.”

“Let’s see if that loose pussy can make me cum.”

Your cock head began to push forward and wrapped around your length. You didn’t hesitate to go as deep as possible in that instant. Every inch of your length was wrapped by Nagyung’s walls, and it was the greatest feeling ever. Pulling back, you began to move back and forth.

“Mhmmmm. Such a beautiful cock but I’ve had better.”

Your anger returned as you wrapped your hands on her hips. Harder and harder your cock began to shove itself into your wife.

“Little better but I think I should go find a better cook than you right now.”

Adding a bit of speed, your hips thrusted more and more into Nagyung’s pussy. Achieving a steady speed, you continued to fuck Nagyung.

Clap clap clap

Those were the sounds that could be heard in the room. Finding a bit more strength, you began to move harder. Grunts left your mouth as Nagyung moaned.

“T-That’s fucking it. Keep going, wimp”

Grabbing Nagyung’s hair, you aggressively pulled your wife’s upper body closer to you.

“S-Stop calling me a wimp.”

“Y-You want me to stop. Then make sure I cum.”

Lowering your hand, your fingers began to search until you found her clit once more. As your wife did before, your fingers began to move her clit in circles. You could feel your wife begin to constrict her walls on your length from this action. You hadn’t noticed Nagyung had her arms wrapped around your neck until now. Letting go of her upper body, your head moved down and went into her breast.

With your mouth wide open, you managed to find Nagyung’s right nipple and wrapped it around your lips. At first, you began to give it a few teases but soon you began to suck on it harder. You were never the best multitasker yet you managed to keep fucking Nagyung, playing with her clit and sucking on her breasts. Raising your head, you then moved your mouth to her left breast and began to suck on her nipple.

“Fuck. I-I’ve needed this.”

“M-Me too.”

You were surprised at that moment as Nagyung pulled your head back. You thought she was going to push you away until she brought her lips to yours. The two of you were in a battle once more. Your tongues fighting for dominance. This kiss was aggressive, yet you could feel almost a sense of care in it. Pulling back from the kiss, Nagyung smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

“B-Babe. Keep going, please. I’m going to cum if you keep this pace.”

Your heart fluttered a bit when she called you that. You were going to help her cum. Keeping your thrusting pace, your fingers sped up and stimulated her clit even more. Nagyung at that time began to yell once more and jump around in your arms. Your wife’s eyes began to roll back as she continued to jump around. The construction around your length was just as good as her throat, you were ready to cum. With a few more thrusts, your length reached the end of your wife’s caverns. Your seed began to flood your wife’s snatch as you fell on top of your wife. Your cock throbbed more than five times as you filled her to the brim with your semen.

You weren’t sure how much time passed as you felt Nagyung kissing your neck. Getting back up, you looked down and saw your cum leaking out of your wife’s pussy. Nagyung brought her fingers down at that moment and grabbed some of the semen that was dripping.

Raising it to her mouth, your wife playfully spun around and raised her ass towards you.

“Put another load in me.”

You didn’t need to think twice about that invitation. Despite everything, your cock was still plenty hard. Nagyung at that time reached back and lined your length up with her folds. With a push, your length was enveloped in your wife’s caverns once more.

“Fuck. How are you so tight?”

“How do you have such a nice cock?”

Picking up a little speed, your thrusts began to get harder. Nagyung at that time brought her upper body up and you took hold of her arms. From your wife’s delicate arms, they began to go up and take hold of her breast. Your lips once more went to her neck and you began to pepper it with kisses.

“God I love that. Maybe I really won’t need another cock after this.”

“Here y-you go again. This is the only cock you are going to have from now on.”

“M-Maybe but you get a pleasure other men have never had.”

“And what’s that you whore.”

Nagyung’s walls got tighter with that word.

“None of them got to fuck me without a condom. Let alone fill me with cum.”

“Then let me fuck a-another load into your loose pussy.”

Nagyung moaned when you insulted her again. Your speed began to increase when you could imagine another load in your wife. Letting go of her left breast, you immediately raised it and slapped her ass. A grunt left Nagyung as you then slapped her ass again.

“Y-You can do better dear. Fuck me like others have before.”

Your slaps continued on her ass after she said those words.

“S-Shut up you whore.”

“W-Whore? Yet you’re fucking me.”

“B-Because this is my pussy now.”

Your thrusts increased and Nagyung began to grunt like you.

“C-Choke me.”

You would have never thought of yourself grabbing your partner's neck during sex but with the way Nagyung spoke to you, there wasn’t any hesitation. Both of your hands wrapped around the young woman’s neck and began to squeeze a bit. This seemed to turn Nagyung more. The constriction around your cock got tighter with each squeeze you gave her neck. Nagyung began to lower her hand down to her clit but you saw this and slapped her hand away.

“Y-You come when I say so.”

Your right hand continued to give a few squeezes to her neck while your left hand went to her clit. Rubbing it in circles once more. Your combined efforts were bringing Nagyung to her orgasm, and you were soon to follow. Should you be ashamed about cuming so soon again? Probably not when you were making her cum quickly also.

Every one of your actions went as fast as they could. The rubbing of Nagyung’s clit, the choking of her neck, and the thrusting Into her walls.

“P-Please. Just a little more.”

With your constant pace, you saw Nagyung’s body begin to shake as her third orgasm of the night came. A rush of fluids hit the bed as you gave her neck one final squeeze. Just like your hands. Your wife’s walls squeezed around your cock and tried to milk you of all you had. Letting go of her neck, your cum began to fill Nagyung. Pants for air and mains filled the room, just like you filled your wife.

After a minute, Nagyung pulled her body away from yours and pulled the covers to the bed. Hoping under the covers, you followed her and wrapped her in your arms.

The room was silent until Nagyung broke the air.

“Can I be honest?”

“Sure.”

“That was some of the best sex I’ve had in a while. You were great but I still want to sleep with other partners. I have been doing this for so long and it will just be so hard to change myself.

You began to chuckle a bit hearing that.

“I have a compromise. Why don’t you let me sleep with other women and you can sleep with other women as well?”

You were amazed at what you just heard. You were mad about your fiancé trying to sleep with others but now your mind was debating if you should take this offer.

“It’s called an open relationship. And to stay clean I will only sleep with women I introduce you to and you can sleep with women I introduce you to. You already proved that cock can satisfy me. I won’t lie to you anymore or try to trick you but please let me continue this life, dear.”

Should you do it? should you change your morals just to have more sex?

“I’ll let you fuck Saerom unnie first if you would like.”

Your cock twitched at the thought of fucking her. Her beautiful body certainly had never left your mind when you saw it. This deal would be in your favor.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it. So much for being angry at you for trying to sleep with others."

Nagyung laughed and hopped back on you. The young girl smirked and began to kiss your neck.

“I hope we can wake up early. Our flight to Jeju is at 7 am. This week is going to be filled with fucking. Let’s see if you can keep up, wimp."

“One way to find out.”

Plunging Nagyung back on your rod, the young woman began to bounce as you pulled her down for a kiss.

This relationship is going to be Interesting.

A/n 2- Thank you for reading. Not the best but i hope you enjoyed it. Not sure when i will come back with another piece so until then. Thank you for reading, sorry for typos and see you next time

#kpopsmut #smut #fromis9smut #female idol smut

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Since you're a fellow Fromis_9 nagyung enjoyer do you think you could do a nagyung short about her and her significant other trying to sneak around the other members to find “a quiet moment to themselves”

Nowhere to hide

(Lee Nagyung X Male Reader)

You hate lying. If there is something everyone knows about you, it's that you don't lie. Never.

"Oh no! I hope it doesn't hurt too much?"

Being the caring woman she is, Lee Saerom looks at you with love in her eyes as she hears what happened.

"Well, the doctor said he shouldn't be alone for a while, since he can't walk properly."

You are able to send an angry glare in your girlfriend's direction.

This isn't how it was supposed to go.

The members of Fromis_9 planned on going on a two week trip to Hawaii. The flight was booked for today and everyone was already at the airport. Except for your girlfriend.

Nagyung still has to do a shoot for her new drama in two days. Which would've meant that she would have flown to Hawaii later.

Because you have to work, there was no way you could come with them. That's why you and Nagyung decided to use the two days of this weekend to enjoy each other's company. Aka fuck like rabbits, until one of you passes out.

But to your dismay, your alone time didn't last very long. Nagyung was already on your lap, grinding her ass onto your cock. Your pants were around your ankles, your wet dick leaving small marks on her blue jeans. Your messy kiss made her moan into your mouth.

Suddenly both of you heard the electronic lock getting unlocked. Nagyung quickly got off your lap and you were able to cover yourself with one of the blankets on the couch.

The seven girls weren't that surprised to see you. You are Nagyung's boyfriend after all. They explained that the bad weather, which is now haunting the whole Korean peninsula, made air traffic come to a halt. Which means that they would stay home.

And being the thoughtless, horny maniac she is, Nagyung told everyone that you would have to stay with her over the weekend.

"He almost got hit by a car!"

She exclaimed, after the girls asked for the reason.

She wasn't lying at that point in time. You really almost got run over by a car on the way to their dorm. The woman ignored the red light and drove over your right foot. It hurt a little, but it wasn't bad.

But you definitely did not see a doctor. Because it already stopped hurting.

You know why Nagyung said it though. This girl lives for sex. She literally can't help it. It might come from the fact that she always lives with her members and just has barely any opportunity to satisfy her carnal desires like a normal person.

But it can't be the only reason. You noticed very early into your relationship with her, how addicted Nagyung is to sex. She could do it anytime anywhere. Whenever you were the one who initiated something, she was already dripping wet. It didn't matter where you were, or what you did. A restaurant date, a stroll through the park, hanging out with her members, shopping. Nagyung would always find a way to get what she wanted.

But it's not always as great as it sounds. Of course you like to have sex with her. But Nagyung is just different. The longer the time period without sex, the more aggressive she becomes. You wonder, if you just deny her long enough, would she just drop to the her knees in the middle of a shopping mall and suck you off? Maybe.

But the longer this sexless period becomes, the less she is interested in your pleasure as well. Nagyung does care for you. But if she has to wait for too long, your needs come second.

Which brings us back to the present. The eight girls stand in the living room of their dorm, Nagyung in front of you, next to Saerom.

You are aware that with only one movement of her hand, you would be sitting completely naked in front of all of them.

"Why don't you unpack your things again, girls? The weather forecast said it's gonna take a while, until we can fly again."

You sigh in relief, when the members follow Nagyung's advice.

As soon as the last one leaves the room, you throw the blanket off your lap. Nagyung drops to her knees again, just like she did a couple of minutes ago. You expect her to help you with putting your pants back on. Instead, Nagyung puts her elbows on your knees, taking your cock into her hand.

"Nagyung..."

You watch in disbelief as she wraps her lips around your tip.

"What the fuck are you doing? They will be back in a second."

Nagyung glares at you as you pull her off your cock.

"I'm so fucking horny. I need you right now."

"Later."

You hiss at her, closing the zipper of your pants.

A second later, Jiheon and Soyeon stand in the doorway.

One hour later~

You are still sitting on the couch. Some of the girls have joined, wanting to keep you company and distract you from the pain in your foot. When the movie you are now watching started, Saerom put the blanket back onto your lap, wanting to take care of you. Nagyung, who is sitting on your left, while Saerom, Jiwon and Hayoung are sitting on your right, uses this opportunity to invade your privacy.

You feel her hand on your thigh first, the blanket covering it. After barely a minute (she couldn't hold out longer) her hand starts to move towards your crotch. Moving your head, you glare at your girlfriend.

"Nakko..."

You whisper, trying to stop her.

But you know she won't. At the seame time, she uses her other hand to take one of yours. She slowly guides it towards her own core.

A moment later, you find yourself rubbing your girlfriend's pussy over her jeans, while her fingers wrap around your cock. You are afraid that one of the girls could just turn her head.

But nothing happens as Nagyung slowly makes you unzip her jeans. You know she isn't wearing underwear. She barely does. Especially not at home.

You dip a finger inside of her, making her sigh. Giving Nagyung another glare, you try to tell her to be quiet. If you can be silent, surely she can be too.

Her thumb draws circles on your tip, while she slowly pumps your cock. You finger her slowly, still afraid of getting caught.

"You guys wanna order some food?"

Your heart drops as you hear Jiheon's voice.

As the maknae walks in, you quickly pull your finger out of Nagyung's wet cavern. Your girlfriend still has her hand wrapped around your cock, but she at least stopped stroking you.

"Or we could just cook, you know?"

Saerom turns her head to look at Jiheon.

"Are you gonna cook?"

Jiwon looks at their leader.

"Well..."

You feel how Nagyung starts to stroke your cock again. Very very slowly. But it still makes you shift around a little.

"Don't worry Saerom. We can cook together. The movie is over anyways."

You were so focused on not getting caught for the last couple of minutes that you didn't even notice.

As you watch how the four of them head to the kitchen, Nagyung is already tugging at your hand. The two of you close the door of her room behind you a moment later.

"Oh god. You have me so fucking wet."

You can't answer Nagyung, because she gets on her tiptoes and puts her tongue into your mouth.

Not that you are complaining. Her teasing, no matter how dangerous it was, left you horny as well. You quickly sit down on the edge of her bed as Nagyung straddles you once more. She grinds her core against yours, getting off on how hard she made you.

"Give it to me. I need to get fucked."

She breathlessly whispers into your mouth, before the two of you break away for air.

A moment later, Nagyung is on her knees, your pants are around your ankles once more. Her blowjob is quick and effective. She knows how to push your buttons and she is making use of that.

"Fuck, Nakko."

A couple of moments later, Nagyung stands up and walks over to the bed on the other side of the room. She takes Jiheon's plushy. A small brown bear, holding a red heart.

"I need this, because you are going to fuck me hard now."

She pushes the chair away from the desk between the beds, bending over.

"Fuck me like you hate me."

With that, your girlfriend puts the bear into her mouth, biting down on it.

You are not surprised that it fits inside. And you are not surprised at her words. When she is this horny, Nagyung doesn't care about her own wellbeing. As long as she is getting fucked.

You quickly stand behind her, unbuttoning her jeans.

"Fuck you are tight."

You groan as you push inside of Nagyung. The jeans around her knees press her legs together, making her tighter than usual.

Saerom and Jiwon seem to argue in the kitchen. You can hear their distant voices as you start to take your girlfriend from behind. Just like she wanted. No build up. No going slowly. You are supposed to fuck her like you hate her.

Quickly, the sound of your hips snapping against her ass cheeks fill the otherwise silent room. Nagyung's moans are muffled by the stuffed bear in her mouth. Her knuckles turn white as she holds onto the edge of the desk. Both your hands hold onto her waist as you marvel how tight and fit Nagyung's body feels underneath your palms.

"Swpnk mwe."

You barely catch what she is trying to say. But knowing your girlfriend, you can guess what she is asking for.

Your tear one of your hands off her waist. It hits her left cheek a moment later. The sound is louder than you fucking her. Afraid that someone might have heard you, you wait a couple of thrusts, until you spank her again.

Nagyung's skin starts to turn red as you take out your anger at her on her cheeks. The way her pussy squeezes around you, tells you how well you are doing. She is barely able to keep it together. To hold the bear inside her mouth must be hard for her. She lost her hold on the edge of the desk a couple of thrusts ago. Now her nails scratch the wooden surface.

"Mm my gowd!"

You hear Nagyung scream into the stuffed bear. The sign that she is close to her first orgasm of the day. If it weren't for the members, you would've made her cum several times already.

"Unnie!"

You heart freezes. And so does the rest of your body as you hear Jiheon's voice behind the door.

Before you are even able to think, you leave Nagyung's slick pussy. She is still too groggy to actively help you as you pull her jeans back up. Jumping under the covers, you take Nagyung with you, making her sit on the edge of the bed. You would get teased if Jiheon would find the both if you lying in the same bed.

"Come in."

You manage to say, right as the maknae opens the door.

The way Nagyung squeezes your hand tells you that she is raging inside. And hornier than ever. In that split second, she would've preferred getting caught, instead of failing to reach her orgasm.

"We are done cooking. Oh, how cute you guys look."

Jiheon's eye smile makes it hard to get worked up about her teasing the two of you.

"In a minute."

You say, very aware of the fact that you are still naked from the waist down.

9 pm~

You groan in disbelief. Nakko can't be serious. Checking the text you just got from her, you shake your head.

"Eat me out💦"

"We are still eating!!!"

"Don't you want dessert"

There is no use in arguing with her.

Walking out of the bathroom, you try to come up with a way to not make this mission too obvious. Luckily, everyone is glued to Jisun's phone. Seems like she is showing the girls a funny video.

Reaching the table, you quickly drop to your knees, getting underneath it. Finding Nagyung's lower half, you put your hands on her ankles. You feel her flinch, when you touch her.

You make your way up her legs, trying to at least build a little bit of anticipation. Once you reach her waist, you start to undo Nagyung's jeans once again. She slightly raises her hips, enabling you to pull them down to her ankles.

Now that you have a good view of your girlfriend's snatch. You realize that she wasn't completely off. You really want dessert now. Its wet folds invite you to have taste. The scent of vanilla invades your nostrils, evidence of the fact that Nagyung is very conscious about how she smells.

Instead of just diving in, you start to pepper her inner thighs with small kisses. It makes her legs quiver in need. The heat coming from her core increases as you keep teasing Nagyung. You start to lick the skin of her thighs from the bottom to the top, just stopping an inch away from her pussy.

Once you've worked her up well enough, you place your tongue right below her snatch. You trace the outlines of her lips, getting your first taste of your girlfriend's pussy for tonight. Because of the strong vanilla scent, it almost seems like she tastes like vanilla herself.

You feel Nagyung's leg tensing, when you finally press your tongue flat against her pussy. Her toes start to curl into the carpet underneath the table as you start to properly eat her out. The other girls' voices seem to fade into the distance as Nagyung's thighs start to close around your head. You like the feeling of them wrapped around you as you indulge in your dessert.

Your hands are placed on her waist, your fingertips exploring her tight midriff. Nagyung either wears something very comfortable, or something very sexy at home. It depends on her mood and the time of the day. Either way, she always ensures that you have quick access to any area you need to stimulate for her to cum. Her midriff being one of them. Nagyung loves the way you adore her tight body and with that, her discipline and hard work. She gets wet when ever you praise her. It doesn't have to be in a sexual way though. A simple "Your food tastes great." can make her rub her thighs together in need of stimulation.

You feel like you are in your own world as you enjoy your girlfriend's pussy. It's something that happens quite a lot actually. Especially when the two if you don't have time or a quiet place, like today. In moments like this, her needs come before yours. You are happy going with that, knowing that she will reward you even more, when the time comes.

You hear Nagyung stutter a reply, when Jiheon asks her something. Your girlfriend is slowly starting to lose her composure. Wanting to punish her for taking such risks, you start to suck on her clit.

The switch up makes Nagyung's legs shake once more. You know that she is close already. Her juices are starting to make her pussy glisten in the dim light underneath the table.

Another flick of your tongue against her clit and Nagyung finally becomes undone. Her hand reaches down to take a handful of your hair into her fist, trying to find an outlet for her pleasure. Her thighs threaten to suffocate you as they close around you, shaking.

"Are you alright, Nakko?"

Your eyes widen in fear of getting caught. It would be really awkward if someone would look under the table right now.

"Y-Yes, unnie. T-The food is just very delicious."

Nagyung answers Hayoung with her shaky voice.

9:45 pm~

"Are you sure this isn't too much for your foot?"

You almost sigh in annoyance. Not because of Saerom, who asked the question, because of Nagyung who made you stick to her lie.

"Don't worry, noona. It's not bad. Plus, we will be sitting the whole time anyway."

The girls spontaneously decided to go watch a movie, after Jisun showed them a funny trailer on her phone.

Nagyung convinced the others that you and her should take your car, while her members walk to the cinema, since it's not far, but your foot still hurts. All were okay with it, except Saerom. Being the caring leader she is, she wanted to make sure that you are doing alright. You knew why Nagyung suggested for you two to get into the car alone. She is now sulking in backseat. You can't help but glance at her occasionally.

Nagyung couldn't have been more clear about her intentions, once she stepped out of her room, after she changed her outfit. Her black top exposed just enough skin to not be inappropriate at a movie theater. Her skirt is the highlight of her outfit. And you know, why she is wearing one.

She catches you glancing a couple of times. With flirty winks or suggestive looks at her core, she makes it clear to you what she is expecting to happen soon.

10: 30 pm~

The movie had already begun and you enjoy the bucket of popcorn that is sitting on your lap. You are sharing it with Nagyung, who is sitting on your left. The other members are sitting in order of age on your right, Jiheon being the one sitting right next to you.

After a jump scare early on, the maknae instinctively buried her head in your shoulder, trying not to look at the screen. After Nagyung regained her composure, she saw what was going on. You knew that this would only fuel her desire for your cock even more. The fact that Jiheon is physically intimate with you isn't a new thing. It's more like a brother/sister relationship. And yet, Nagyung's narrowed eyes, which glisten in the dark theater, tell you that you are in for a long and rough night.

Your girlfriend finally jumps into action halfway through the movie. While she has been holding your hand this entire time, Jiheon kept hugging your arm, whenever she was afraid of another jump scare.

When you glance at Nagyung again, she gives you a meaningful look. You can't hold her back as you see her getting off her seat. She gets on her knees in front of you. The dark theater and the rather dark movie make her almost invisible.

You feel her pushing the bucket of popcorn a little higher, making room for her head underneath. From now on, you feel more than you see what she is doing. Her hands unbuckle your belt in silence, before she unzips your pants. Pulling down your boxers a little bit, your cock falls victim to her tongue.

Nagyung starts to suck you off in the middle of the theater. The girls and you aren't even the only once present. You shift around in your seat as Nagyung takes you deeper into her warm mouth. She is trying to stay quiet, but you can feel her hum in blissful delight at the taste of your cock.

You almost scream internally as Jiheon reaches inside the bucket on top of Nagyung's head. She pushes it down a little as she searches for a handful of popcorn. The unexpected push forces Nagyung further down your cock. In that moment, you are thankful for the fact that Nagyung got used to your size early on in your relationship. Even when your cock is halfway down her throat, just like right now, she is able to fight her gag reflex like a pro. The beautiful and lewd sounds and slurps she usually does for show are replaced by silent anticipation and determination.

Once Jiheon's hand leaves the bucket, Nagyung gets back to properly giving you head. Her hands now rest on your thighs as she starts to fuck her face with your cock. Silently of course. But hot as fuck nonetheless. You can't tell how long you will be able to keep it together. Is she going to make you nut right here?

You feel Nagyung's tongue play with the underside of your shaft, whenever she lifts her head off your cock. Afterwards, you hit the back of her throat, when she buries her face in your lap again. There is pretty much no sound coming from her. You are actually amazed at how good she is. And at the same time, you realize that you won't be able to stay silent for much longer. If she keeps going, you're gonna cum in the middle of the theater.

You are glad when Nagyung finally lifts her head off your cock completely. But your heart sinks once more, when she announces in a slightly raspy voice:

"I'm cold, oppa. Can we cuddle some more?"

Before you can protest, Nagyung is already sitting on your lap. Or rather on your cock. The bucket has moved to her own lap now. Apart from Chaeyoung and Jiheon, who glance at your direction, no one really cares. Except for Jiheon, who has a teasing grin on her face.

You feel your girlfriend grinding against your hard, wet cock, fitting it between her perfect cheeks. Resigning to your inevitable fate, you reach under Nagyung's skirt. No panties. Who would've thought? You wrap one arm around her waist, while the other aligns your cock with her wet core. Nagyung seems to have gotten off just as much as you by giving you head in public.

When she smoothly glides down your shaft, you can't help but sink your teeth into her naked shoulder to muffle your moan. Nagyung gasps, the others probably think because she is feeling cold.

But you know better. With both hands on her round ass cheeks, you lift Nagyung off your cock, after you've recovered from that initial spike of pleasure. Only your tip remains inside your girlfriend, before you slowly impale her on your cock again. You don't care about not being able to watch the movie. The way Nagyung's head slightly tilts back in pleasure is entertaining enough. Her pussy is leaving your cock coated with her juices, whenever you push her upwards.

"Too bad we can't go faster."

You whisper into her left ear, making sure Jiheon is oblivious.

Nagyung is too busy with biting her lip to be able to respond. It gives you control of the situation and you plan on using it to your advantage.

"You are such a slut."

Nagyung gasps as her ass meets your lap. You use your left hand to cover her mouth, while your right is flatly pressed against her midriff.

"You can't even wait a couple of hours, until we are alone, huh?"

You can't see Nagyung's head, but you can feel her shaking it.

"Needy whore."

You degrade her further with your words. Nagyung's pussy seems to tighten in response. The amount of juices that slowly trickle out of her makes her body glide down your cock like it's part of a well oiled machine.

"You would do anything for my cock. Right?"

She nods her head. Knowing that that's the only right answer. Even when she has you inside of her, just like right now, she would still do anything to keep you in place.

"Would you even let me fuck one of the girls?"

Nagyung immediately shakes her head.

You wouldn't have asked that question, if it wasn't for her search history. She asked you to google something on her phone a couple of days ago, because yours was out of battery and she was busy. Like the thoughtless, horny maniac she is, Nagyung didn't use the private tab option, or erased her browser history, after her sinful alone time.

You don't have anything against her watching porn. You can barely keep up with her sex drive anyway. And it's not like she has to watch it out of frustration, because you don't perform. It's just a way for her to get rid off just a little bit of stress.

Anyway, you know what kind of stuff she is usually looking for. And recently a new category has been popping up in her browser history several times. You were surprised to see it at first, because Nagyung is usually quite possessive of you. Your girlfriend seems to like porn, where the wife/girlfriend watches her man fuck her friend. Or at least have a threesome with a female friend.

"You don't want to watch how one of the girls give me head?"

You never really thought about her members like this before. Of course the are pretty. But you are in a relationship with Nagyung. And while she shakes her head again, you feel how her body is trying to tell you yes.

You ponder for a moment, if you should go further. Maybe mention someone in particular?

In that moment, Nagyung leans back against you, since she has kept her back straight this entire time. Her head leans against your shoulder. You see the teeth marks you left in her own. Nagyung carefully bites your hand, signaling you that she wants to say something. You release her off your grip.

"A-All o-of t-them."

Her needy moan makes you see stars. Is she actually serious? Even now, you don't actually consider doing this. It's just dirty talk to you. It's only there for making sure that you drive Nagyung over the edge as soon as possible.

"All of them?"

You cover her mouth again, so Nagyung is only able to nod.

"I bet Jiheon is really tight."

That sentence is all she needed. With a strong bite into your hand, Nagyung orgasms in your lap. It hurts. Not just her teeth, but her pussy as well. Because Nagyung is trying to stay silent, her entire body is already tense. It makes the muscles of her vagina work overtime, almost strangling your cock.

Luckily, she is able to stay silent. But you are now unable to hide your desire to finish yourself. You can't do that here though.

"Restroom. One minute."

Once Nagyung recovers, you squeeze her ass cheek as hard as you can, making her flinch in pain. Punishment for being such a naughty girlfriend.

1 am~

You never made it to the restroom. Both of you were unaware of what was going on around you. You only realised that the movie was over, when the members started to get up, once by one. It was still dark though, so you were able to pull your pants back up, before anyone noticed.

Now you are lying on the couch, staring at the white ceiling of the dorm's living room. All the girls are asleep. But you know it won't take long until...

And there she is. You hear her door open. And a moment layer, Nagyung is underneath the blanket.

2 am~

You have switched positions several times by now. First, Nagyung gave you head again, wanting you to be as hard as possible. You focused on her pussy next, eating her out to completion and earning a cute thank you. Nagyung rode you afterwards. Her hands on your shoulder, while she enjoyed the feeling of bouncing on your cock again and again. Then, you decided to bend her ove the back rest of the couch. You fucked your girlfriend hard and fast, making her cum for a forth time today.

She is now sitting on your lap, slowly riding you. After having satisfied her throughout the day, it is now her turn to offer her body to you in any way you want it.

You lean back, a little tired since it's late already, and just watch Nagyung slowly bounce up and down. Wanting to show off, she lets her hands wander over her midriff. You follow them with your eyes. Nakko plays with her own breasts, her head falling back as she enjoys the slow love making.

Eventually, she looks back down at you, smiling.

"I love you so much, oppa."

She kisses your lips. Her vanilla scent is still there, but one hour of fucking makes her smell a little sweaty. Evidence of having a good time.

"I love you too, Nakko."

You put your arms around her, holding onto one of your wrists with your other hand. It presses your girlfriend's body against yours, trapping her in your embrace.

"Why do you always have to be such a naughty brat?"

"Nagyung is no brat. She is just a needy slut for oppa's cock."

You're surprised that Nagyung is doing aegyo now.

"Is that so? Then why did Nagyung make me lie?"

"I just told you."

She pouts at you.

"Nagyung can't live without oppa's dick inside of her."

"What do you want oppa to do now?"

You play her little game, knowing how much it turns her on. Although, there isn't really something you can do that wouldn't turn her on. Nakko really is yours.

"Nagyung wants oppa to blast her face with cum. He must've build up a really big load throughout the day."

You can't say she is lying. After all these shenanigans, you are ready to finally let go of it all.

When you don't respond, because you want to see what happens next, Nagyung pouts at you.

"If... If you don't want to, you could come on someone else's face. Jiheon for example. Just let Nagyung watch please?"

You can't believe how far she is going with this.

"Would you wake her up?"

You feel Nagyung tightening around you as her pussy is still gliding along your shaft.

"No, oppa. Just cum on her. I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

You wonder for a moment if that's actually true. The idea makes you want to cum right now.

"Alright. If you promis to be a good girl from now on, I will cum on your face."

Her smile seems to light up the room.

"Thank you, oppa. Nagyung will be a good girl for oppa."

You help her with getting off of you. Nagyung quickly gets on her knees, ready to blow you to completion. She greedily sucks on your cock, big eyes looking up at you. You are almost there already. Nagyung is only able to get a couple of sucks and licks in, before you take your cock out of her mouth.

Her eyes give you permission to completely ruin her face. Wit your cock in your hand, you quickly get off the couch. A second later, you start to cum all over Nagyung. She blissfully gasps in surprise, when she feels your hot semen coat her face. Her lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, none of it got spared. You aim a little lower, making your last shots hit her collarbone and tits.

"Oppa..."

Nagyung sighs lustfully, her lips still connected by a string of cum, even when she speaks.

"This was worth lying about. Am I not right?"

Her cheeky grin makes you take a fistful of her long, silky hair.

"Let's see what Jiheon says, when she wakes up and sees your face covered in my cum."

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Hi everyone!

Once again, I have to apologize for not being able for keeping this short. I planned on spending 20 minutes on it at most. It took me way more in the end. Hope you guys will be able to enjoy it anyways.

Because of some issues with Tumblr, I lost the last scene completely and had to rewrite it, so I apologize if it feels a little bit rushed. After losing like 20 minutes of work, I just wanted to finish it and post it.

The aegyo stuff is probably something not all of you are into, but I wanted to try and write the duality Nagyung sometimes has.

Thank you for reading!

Stay healthy!

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bravery at my nightmares — yang jungwon

SYNOPSIS > after being expelled from his old school for something he didn’t do, life for jungwon only got harder. everyone avoided him and claimed that he was “bad energy” or a “terrible influence.” so, why did you have to be different than everyone else and actually try to get close to him while gnoring all the rumors about him?

PAIRING > junior!jungwon x junior-fem!reader (ft. enhypen hyung line + jungwon and ni-ki, hoshi from svt, nagyung from fromis_9, and taeil from nct).

WARNINGS > EVERYTHING IS FICTIONAL (severe?) bullying, blood, swearing, toxicity, fighting, the staff force jungwon to open his backpack, a teacher almost hits jungwon, the school staff are really rude, angst, fluff, and mentions of cigarettes.

WORDCOUNT > 4331 words

NOTE > *PLEASE READ* this is my apology letter for not posting mpays!! (although all of y’all may block me IM SORRY IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THISSS) but anywayss justice for jungwon For Real. PLAYLIST! also special thanks to the “#freejungwon” gc!! @hanniluvi @ddenoudepression @feeeli @soov and ahlam for helping me with ideas and giving feedback 🤞 // js wanna say… THIS HAS TO BE MY FAVE FIC SO FAR BC WHY WAS IT SM FUN TO WRITEE / ALSO, THIS IS ONLY PART ONE OF THE FIC, therefore part 2 (act 1), part 3 (act2), and part 4 (act 3) will be out afterwards!

TEASER / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

ACT 01.

School sucked. At least, that’s what Jungwon thought. It was a terrible place. If he had the choice to stay at home or go to school, he’d stay at home any day.

He never felt welcomed or as though he belonged at Decelis. Even if he was walking near a group of students, you could easily spot him. They were in friend groups, and he wasn’t. He was alone most of the time but he enjoyed it. There was nobody to bother him or tell him what to do, aside from a certain group of boys.

Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong, Sim Jaeyun, and Park Sunghoon. Everyone feared them, including Jungwon. But his feelings towards them were quite different. He hated them with everything in him. They were the reason Jungwon hated school.

They found entertainment in picking on him whatever chance they got. It was bothersome and annoying. Even if he tried standing up for himself or dodging their attacks when he was pulled into one of their hangout spots — or in other words, a dark alleyway — the consequences were always worse than the first; more bruises and wounds that he’d have to cover up, so it wasn’t obvious something was going on. Their hits were always stronger than the ones from before.

To summarize everything, Jungwon hated life. He couldn’t fend for himself even if he tried and he couldn’t even ask for help without the boys finding out some way.

The surrounding laughter brought him out of his thoughts as the stench of spoiled milk filled his nostrils. The tall figures in front of him overshadowed him as he watched the grins on the four boys’ faces grow. Park Jongseong’s arm extended above Jungwon’s head as he poured a carton of spoiled milk all over him.

The milk was liquid and lumpy as it fell onto his hair and clothes. “Sweet, who would’ve thought that the Lee Heeseung would have a carton of spoiled milk lying in his locker,” Jaeyun said as he elbowed Heeseung softly from beside him with a mischievous smile. “What can I say, I guess it was perfect timing.” He responded with a slight smirk.

Jungwon flinched at the feeling of a lump of spoiled milk dropping on his head and sliding down to his shoulder as he held back tears of humiliation. Jongseong retracted his hand from above Jungwon, scoffing at the sight of him. “Gross,” he muttered with an eye roll while covering his nose. “Let’s go,” Jongseong said as the four of them turned away from Jungwon, heading towards the exit. “Wait, pass me that,” Sunghoon said while pointing at the empty carton in Jongseong’s hand.

He handed him the empty milk carton as Sunghoon threw it behind them, hitting Jungwon right on the chest. The flashing from the phones in the cafeteria increased as well as the laughter. All Jungwon wanted was to eat his lunch peacefully. It was his favorite meal of the day and he was excited to eat it. But now, that didn’t seem like an option anymore, did it?

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He put his uniform into the washer numerous times, yet the stench wouldn’t leave. No matter how many times he washed his hair, the stench didn’t leave. It pissed him off, a lot.

Of course, he didn’t deserve this, nobody did. Yet, why did it have to be him? Was he the easiest target? Did he have to change so that they wouldn’t mess with him anymore?

All those thoughts made him even more frustrated. The grip he had against his scalp and hair follicles made him groan in pain as he untangled his fingers from his hair. He let out a sigh before he continued to wash his hair for the ninth time, but this time, more gently.

Maybe changing who he was now would help put a stop to all the bullying, right? He nodded the voice in his head as he planned out what he’d do tomorrow. It’ll be an easy day. Everything would run smoothly, and if they were to pick on him, he would fight back. It’ll be alright, he thought.

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Jungwon was drenched in cologne, trying to overlap the stench of spoiled milk. Though, it only worked for a small amount of time. His plan was running smoothly. There was no sight of the four boys, yet. So he took this time to enjoy his day until it got worse. Of course, there were still some whispering and weird looks he got from other students because of yesterday’s incident, but today, he didn’t let that stop him.

Today, February 9th of 2023, will be his day. It was his birthday after all.

“Hey, shithead.” A too-familiar voice spoke from afar. As he said before, today he would stand up for himself. So, ignoring them worked, right? “Did you not hear us?” Heeseung said, increasing in volume. Their footsteps only became louder as they got closer to Jungwon as he increased in speed. Jaeyun scoffed at Jungwon’s so-called bravery as he also increased in speed.

He placed his hand on Jungwon’s shoulder with a strong grip that halted his movements. “Did you not hear Heeseung call your name?” Jaeyun asked as Jungwon gulped.

So, maybe that plan didn’t work.

“Are you sure he was calling me and not someone else?” Jungwon said, looking at Jaeyun with a glare. “Woah, don’t look at me like that. I almost got scared.” He joked, but Jungwon’s glare didn’t lift. “Whatever, who else in this school goes by the name ‘shithead,’ huh?” Jungwon stiffened at Jaeyun’s words. “You could pass as one too, you know? The name really fits you.” Jaeyun’s hand rose from Jungwon’s shoulder as Jungwon let out a sigh of relief that was cut short by Jaeyun’s fist meeting his stomach.

“You think you’re so high and mighty just because it’s your birthday, don’t you?” He said as he watched Jungwon fall to the floor with his arm over his stomach. “Well, my friends and I prepared a great birthday gift for you!” He teased while rubbing his fist from the previous hit.

“Jaeyun, don’t do it here. There are other students.” Sunghoon whispered from beside him as Jaeyun loosened up. “Fine, but when we get to our spot, I get first hit on him.” He said while looking at Jungwon’s coughing figure. Jaeyun let out a laugh while muttering the words ‘pathetic’ with a bitter tone as he and Sunghoon caught up to the boys who walked away.

Perhaps, Jungwon spoke a little too much?

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Jongseong held up his phone while laughing at the scene in front of him; Jaeyun was releasing all the pent-up anger from earlier onto Jungwon’s fragile figure that laid on the floor. “Jaeyun, let me have a go at him.” Heeseung said as Jaeyun backed up to catch his breath.

Currently, Jungwon was bleeding almost everywhere. He must’ve made Jaeyun really mad earlier for him to have blood dripping from his mouth, nose, and any available limb possible. There was a throbbing feeling in his head that didn’t feel like it’d lift soon.

“Listen, I won’t go as hard as Jaeyun went. We still need you alive for what we have to say next, okay?” Heeseung said with a comforting smile that immediately faded as he got closer to Jungwon. He tried sitting up with all the strength he had left.

He couldn’t give up now. What about his plan from yesterday?

He raised himself with his arms as Heeseung watched him in annoyance. “Stay down,” he said while kicking his figure, causing him to fall back down to his previous state. “Who said you could get up?” Heeseung crouched down in front of Jungwon, placing his hand on his head. “You know, I don’t really like how you’ve been acting lately. Whether something happened to your confidence or whatnot, I still don’t care. You should at least remember what happens when you go against the rules.” Heeseung said while raising his hand from Jungwon’s head and slapping him across his face.

“Hopefully that fixed you‌. But if not, I’ll give you another one,” he repeated the same process another time, but this time a little harder than before. “Eh, this is quite boring. Turn off the phone,” Heeseung said, waving his hand at Jongseong. “You’re still with us right?” He questioned, waiting for a response from Jungwon but instead, he coughed. It was enough to satisfy Heeseung.

“Sadly, the administrator of our school found out about us breaking Mr. Moon’s car windows the other day and about someone bullying Jihyun.” He explained. “I swear it was her friend Chanyoung who snitched, she’s a bitch for real.” He muttered out of annoyance.

“Although we said it wasn’t us, they won’t believe our words. So, we need you to take the blame. It’s our last year in high school, it’s useless to get expelled now.” He said as Jungwon coughed again. “Why me?” He croaked out as Sunghoon rolled his eyes from the wall he leaned on. “Because we're not scum like you. You’re pathetic, worthless, and useless. Who wants you here anyway?” He said while approaching Heeseung and Jungwon.

“Anyway, you’ll do it right?” Heeseung asked, waiting for Jungwon to nod. Jaeyun kicked Jungwon’s leg, causing it to throb. “He asked you a question, so answer it.” He said in a harsh tone as Jungwon forced out a yes. “Great, be prepared to speak with the administrator and principal tomorrow. Remember, no lying.” Heeseung warned as he rose from his crouching position and stretched his limbs. He dropped the cigarette that was in his other hand and stepped on it, blowing out the blunt.

“I think I’m late for dinner, let’s go.” Heeseung said while leading the group away.

Jungwon’s vision was slightly blurry and his whole body throbbed in pain. He didn’t care about all his scars and fresh wounds. All he wanted was food, he was starving. If it was a regular day at home, he would’ve eaten dinner about an hour ago. No wonder his stomach was growling.

He attempted to stand with the amount of strength he had left. It worked mostly, but he still wobbled on his feet. There should be a nearby convenience store if he wasn’t wrong. Maybe he could get something to fill his belly with the amount of money he had on him.

His feet dragged against the pathways he walked on, holding onto anything nearby for extra support. The store sign that read ‘24HRS’ glowed, illuminating the night sky, and caught Jungwon’s attention as he headed towards it.

The chime from the front door of the convenience store welcomed him and alerted the worker at the front. “Hey, welcome! Tell me if you need any — Woah, what happened to you?!” Her voice exclaimed, but Jungwon ignored her and went to look for a meal.

He picked up a container of Kimbap followed by some extra side dishes. This should be under his budget. He walked over to the cashier with a limp as he felt his limbs becoming sore. “Here,” he mumbled, placing the items on the counter. It only looked like his lips moved with no sound but that was not the case, he had only a little energy in him to speak. It was bad.

The beeping sounds from the item scanner filled the awkward silence between the two as he watched the total count up. “Final price is $6.55, how would you like to pay?” She questioned as he held out the cash needed. “Enjoy your meal,” she said cautiously as he nodded and exited the convenience store to sit on one of the outdoor seats.

The fresh air helped him breathe as he felt his mind clear from the previous incident. He slowly opened his mouth, jaw still sore from the hits the boys landed, and took a bite of his food.

He exhaled out of satisfaction and from the comfort the food gave him and his stomach as he went in for another bite, finishing the Kimbap whole.

The door chimed as the cashier from earlier headed toward Jungwon’s seat. “Hey, you seemed… very injured, are you okay?” She asked, causing Jungwon to turn his head to her walking figure. “I’m fine,” he said, now with more volume. “You don’t look like it,” she sat down on the empty seat on the other side of his table.

“Well, I am. So, I don’t need your help,” he stated with a bitter tone and continued to eat while the cashier placed down items on the table. “Whatever, I’m a high school student, and you look like one too so don’t freak out.” She explained as he looked at her.

“Why are you introducing yourself as if we’ll meet again later? Plus, what if I was some old man who just looked very young?” He said with a raised brow. Did she normally go around giving people her personal information? “I saw your student ID when you were grabbing the cash. I have good peripheral vision.” She explained as he stopped his movements. Well, that was embarrassing.

“But that’s not the point right now, your looks are worrying me, could I treat your wounds? They’re just items from the convenience store, I think it’ll help—”

“I said I’m fine, alright? I don’t need your kindness to feel better or whatever.” He grabbed his food, getting ready to leave. “So, you’re telling me if I were to touch your arm right now, you wouldn't wince in pain?” She argued as he stood there in silence.

“No—Ow!” He exclaimed out of utter shock and pain. “Why did you grip my leg? It could’ve just been a light tap and I would’ve been fine!” He looked down at her as she stared back at him blankly.

“Sit down,” she instructed as he took his seat with a sigh of defeat. She grabbed the ointment from the plastic bag on the table along with a cotton swab. “Where do you want to start?” She questioned while squeezing the ointment onto the end of the cotton swab. “Should I really be trusting a stranger right now?” He asked, unsure of his future choices.

“You literally heard me come out from the store and I couldn’t have poisoned anything. So, you can trust me.” She reassured him as he hesitated but nodded. “Okay, let’s start off easy. How about your hands? There are only a few scratches. I picked up on them after you handed me the items and cash in the store to pay,” she explained as he extended out his arm to her.

“Don’t move,” she warned as she began tapping the ointment around the wound. It wasn’t deep nor was it barely visible. It was in between the two so it must’ve still hurt.

He winced in pain as the ointment spread around the cut. She looked up at him in curiosity. “Did I hurt you?” She questioned in concern as he shook his head in return. “You’re fine, it’s just the air.” He explained as she took that as a sign to continue. As long as she wasn’t making matters worse, everything would be fine.

She put down the two items and grabbed a new one, a bandaid. It was shaped like a square and was pretty small. It should cover up the wound perfectly. She gently placed the bandaid over his wound and ran it over with her thumb while holding his hand in hers delicately. “My hand won’t fall off if you hold it tighter, you know?” He said, judging the light hold she had on his hand. The number of times he had to adjust his hand so far became tiresome so it was best to at least let her be aware of it.

“Well, of course, but I don’t want to lose concentration and accidentally hold on too tight. It happens,” she explained while he nodded. “Reasonable,” Jungwon used his other hand to continue eating as she cleaned up his wounds wherever they were visible. “The ones you can’t see, I can do them on my own. So, don’t worry about those.” He said as she nodded and continued with her job.

Although he had no clue who she was, he felt comforted by her presence and as if he could trust her with what she was doing right now. But, if the two were to meet again there’s no way he’d let this situation be known to everyone. It’s already as bad as it was at Decelis. So, for him to be known as a victim of bullying in other schools wasn’t something he wanted.

“Stay still, okay?” She said while leaning in to clean the wounds on his face. There were moments where he flinched in return or winced in pain, because hey, it really hurt.

“There,” she backed away from his face as her eyes looked over the bandages that covered his wounds. “Better?” She asked as he muttered a ‘sorta’ in return. “Alright, good. I have to close up the store now, so go home, okay? Don’t get into any more fights or whatever it was. Be safe!” She smiled at him as he watched her movements. She rose from her seat and grabbed all the previous necessities, stuffing them into the plastic bag from before.

She waved at him and walked back to the store. Jungwon looked away from her and lowered his head. She was a sweet person but still, he couldn’t trust her. Hopefully, whatever she saw today disappeared from her memories.

—

Jungwon walked into his classroom after his bathroom break and took a seat on his chair. Yesterday sucked, but that didn’t mean today would be any better.

He had some business to deal with and there was a high possibility of him being expelled. Bullying and breaking a teacher’s car? It was bound to happen. They were crazy things. Although he didn’t want to do this, he had no choice.

“Yang Jungwon of class 3, please come to the office immediately.” The voice of the principal was loud through the intercom. All eyes were on him as he grabbed his backpack, preparing to be yelled at in some way or another.

The walk to the office felt dreadful. It was uncomfortable and intense. He hated it. Hopefully, it would be his last time doing it.

He knocked on the door, alerting those on the other side. “Come in," a deep voice said as he turned the knob in response. “Have a seat,” Mr. Soonyoung said.

Looking around the room while taking his seat, Jungwon could see many faces; Mr. Moon, Mr. Soonyoung; the principal, and Mrs. Nagyung; the vice principal.

“Jungwon, I didn’t think you were the type of person to do this.” His voice said with disappointment. “Just because you were a good student or whatnot, that doesn’t mean you’ll get an easy pass.” Mrs. Nagyung said while looking up from her files.

“You know how serious bullying is here, but why did you still do it? The scars and bruises you left on Jihyun’s figure are very visible.” She said as Jungwon stiffened. “Jungwon, answer the question. Why did you do what you did to Jihyun?” Mr. Soonyoung’s voice felt distant to Jungwon. He knew he didn’t do any of this and yet he had no other choice but to tell a lie.

“She’s annoying and she deserved it,” they were basic words but they still caused many issues in the office. “Do you realize how silly you sound? Jungwon, Jihyun did nothing to you. You and I both know that. Why did you still attack her, anyway?” Mr. Soonyoung stated with a stern voice.

“I already said why. Is that not enough for you to understand?” Jungwon tilted his head to the left, mockingly. If he had to lie about what he’s done, he should at least play the part.

Mr. Soonyoung scoffed at his actions. “Psycho,” he muttered under his breath while flipping to the next page. “What about Mr. Moon’s car? Why did you break his windows? Do you not know how expensive it is?” Jungwon looked away from Mr. Soonyoung as he thought of an excuse.

“I was bored, sorry Mr. Moon. I hope you get a new one soon,” he smiled innocently with his dimples showing as Mr. Moon looked at him in confusion and anger. “So?! That doesn’t mean you can go around breaking into someone’s car!” He exclaimed out of anger while grabbing Jungwon’s collar. Jungwon scoffed and looked away, “Clearly, it does mean that if I already did it.” He said while looking back at Mr. Moon.

Anger bubbled inside him. He was ready to hit Jungwon with any chance he got. “Mr. Moon, have a seat.” His voice sounded more like a warning as Mr. Moon released Jungwon’s collar harshly and walked back to the sidelines. “I’m not sure what has gotten into you Jungwon, but I know it’s not you.” Mr. Soonyoung said in a worried tone. “People change, don’t you know that?” Jungwon said.

In his opinion, he was pretty good at this whole facade. That still didn’t mean that he wanted to do this. Lies are something Jungwon never told. He felt dishonest and guilty whenever it happened. It felt like he was breaking a promise he made with someone a while ago.

“Jungwon,” Mrs. Nagyung’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts as he looked at them. Their faces were filled with anger, and it showed how disappointed they were in him. “What about the $100? Jeez, you really are different aren’t you.” Mr. Soonyoung scoffed.

$100? What $100? “What are you talking about?” Jungwon said, genuinely confused. “Can you not lie to us anymore? This is a serious matter, it can even pass as a robbery.” Mrs. Nagyung warned. “I’m serious, what $100?” His thoughts scattered as he tried to figure out what they were talking about.

“The $100 that you stole from the 4 boys.” Mr. Moon asked.

Of course, it was them. What did he expect? But still, they didn’t tell him about this part.

“I didn’t take money from them, what?” His eyebrows furrowed as the three staff in the room had enough of his ‘lying.’ “Open your backpack. If you refuse, you’ll be immediately forced to transfer to a different school.” Mrs. Nagyung said as Mr. Soonyoung wrote something in his notebook.

“Why should I open my backpack? I'm telling the truth, there’s nothing there!” He exclaimed as Mr. Moon reached over to Jungwon’s backpack. Jungwon stood up from his seat, heading over to Mr. Moon. “Jungwon.” Mr. Soonyoung’s voice warned as he stopped in his tracks. Mr. Moon unzipped his backpack and flipped it over as everything fell out, including the wrapped-up $100.

Everyone froze while silence filled the room as a wrapped-up $100 sat on top of his notebooks as they all turned to look at him.

“Jungwon, did you just lie to us?” Mr. Soonyoung questioned.

Everyone knew, he never lied before. But it’s not like that was his current intention. The boys did this, didn't they? They probably snuck it into his backpack when he went to the bathroom.

“I…” He closed his mouth out of shock. He really didn’t know what to say. The sound of Mrs. Nagyung’s pen scribbling on her page was louder than usual. “Yang Jungwon, a student of class 3, is now expelled.” Her words felt like a stab to his heart.

Why was he ever excited about high school again? It sucked ass. Never would he want to experience something like this again.

He reached over to his backpack and packed his things while leaving the band of money behind and walked out of the office. Students that stood in the hallways watched as he walked to his locker, head down.

More students from other classes poked their heads out of their classroom windows out of curiosity.

“Nice! The staff here are so gullible.” Sunghoon said while laughing at Jungwon from the corridor the four boys stood at. “For real, it only took a couple of $100 for them to agree with us.” Jongseong agreed, high-fiving Sunghoon. “I’ll miss teasing that kid, he was such an easy target.” Heeseung sighed, pushing himself off of the wall he leaned on.

“Hey, did you get that on camera?” He asked Jaeyun. “Yeah, don’t worry. He looks hella pathetic.” He laughed as he showed Heeseung the clip. “Sweet,” he snickered as the four boys walked away from the scene. “Send me that when you have the chance,” Heeseung said while pointing at his phone screen. Jaeyun nodded as their voices became mumbles.

Jungwon looked up from the floor only to be met with the faces of many students who had their phones out. They had no clue what was going on but still felt the need to record, it sucked.

It was embarrassing and shameful.

Jungwon lowered his head again and picked up his walking speed to his locker. All he had to do was empty it out and then leave, not that hard. But with all the lights that flashed around him and the chatter and laughter that overfilled his ears, they were all too much for him.

Slowly, tears fell down from his lash line one by one as his shoulders shook slightly. It was embarrassing to cry in public but he couldn’t hold it back anymore. All the pent-up sadness, anger, and emotions he held in for the past three years at Decelis finally released as heavier tears trickled down his cheeks nonstop.

His romanticized high school life was now over. It wasn’t enjoyable nor was it exciting to attend school every day. It was terrifying, uncomfortable, and frustrating. Nevertheless, he dealt with it because he had no other choice but to do so.

And like he said before, life sucked.

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hhjwrld · 4 years

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part seven!

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a/n: seungmin best boy i think anyways the next part is gonna be the last asf 😹 i hope u enjoy this 😁😁

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heartbrkr · 2 years

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i leave tonight

SUMMARY It’s just you and your soju under the night sky. Oh, and your ex that you haven’t moved on from.

PAIRING lee haechan x gender neutral!reader

GENRE exes!au, angst

WORD COUNT 1.9k

WARNINGS mentions of drinking, not proofread, my rusty writing

AUTHOR’S NOTE a little something i wrote to get rid of my creative block, some of it’s inspired by frank ocean’s self control. hope you all enjoy! <3

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

“Oh sorry, I didn’t think anyo— you cut your hair,” your words come out suddenly as you open the glass door that leads to the balcony. You weren’t expecting to see the person who still had your heart after all these years, tonight of all nights. He clearly matured throughout the time you were separated. He looks exhausted but content. His new hairstyle is neater; it's a look you’ve seen before but weren’t used to. He had finally let his natural brown hair color breathe, it’s healthier than ever. Suddenly, in the back of your mind, you’re reminded of all the times you tucked his stray hairs behind his ears and the sweet kisses he’d given you after.

You suddenly remember what you said in a state of shock. “Hi, Haechan. How rude of me.”

He laughs at your loss of composure, something he isn’t used to. “Not at all,” surprising you once more, he points to the unoccupied spot beside him with the spout of his soju bottle. It’s fresh flavored, you noted, wanting to look at anything else except him. You accept the invitation.

“It’s been a while. How’ve you been?” It’s expected that he’s the one to start the small talk, but it definitely isn’t something you’re opposed to.

“Yeah, it has. I’ve started traveling again whenever I can. I love it, I missed it a lot,” but not as much as I’ve missed you. You inwardly cringe as soon as the cheesy line crosses your mind, diverting your eyes to the street lights. You take a sip of your drink to hide your inner embarrassment.

Haechan’s shoulders bounce up and his eyes widen a little, remembering something, “oh, right! Did you change your number? I tried greeting you on your birthday, though I don’t think it sent.”

“Wait, for real? Sorry, I don’t think I was able to receive it either,” that’s a blatant lie; you had checked your phone every minute that day until Haechan greeted you. He did eventually; you just never responded. Your pride always prevails, but today was an exception.

“Dude, you know, you’re like an enigma, right? Like, no social media presence at all and you’re always so busy! I’m glad I didn’t have to book an appointment to talk to you tonight,” he rambled as he messily put back his phone in his pocket, all his attention focused on you.

It was all on purpose. You missed his calls for both of your well-being; you know it’d kill you if you heard a tiny bit of his voice. You deactivated your social media accounts to avoid seeing his face or how he was doing. You did everything in your power to make yourself heal, but everything still managed to fail.

“If you miss him so much, why don’t you just answer him?” Your friend, quite frankly and understandably, is frustrated with the simple dilemma you’re going through: you miss Haechan, but you don’t want to pick up his calls.

It’s been a whole year since your breakup, and it’s embarrassing that you’re still thinking about him. There’s so much you want to do to rebuild whatever you had, yet you don’t take action to do anything. “I want to, but I can’t. It’s better for both of us,” you mumble to her, fiddling with the hem of Haechan’s brown sweater you always wore. He had told you it suited you better after pretending that he begrudgingly gave it to you. It stopped smelling like him after a couple… hundred wears, much to your dismay.

Nagyung tries her best to suppress her groan, but she can’t help her irritation slip. “The hell are you on about? He’s literally reaching out to you. Isn’t that enough of a sign that he wants to reconnect?”

Your hands fly to cover your face, you sigh. You manage to mumble through your fingers, “yeah, but he’s taken, if you haven’t heard. The best I’ll get is back to being just friends.” Despite your best efforts to erase him out of your life, your friend had slipped out that he had gotten together with someone new. You pretended to be unbothered, of course, but you wanted to lock yourself in the comfort of your stuffy room until the end of time.

“Don’t you want that? He’d still be in your life, then,” your friend suggests, and you appreciate her for trying, for being beside you even if your decisions aren’t making sense.

Your silence is enough to answer her.

Haechan had moved on about ten months after your breakup—you had practically forced him to with the lack of your presence and responses—yet here you are, wishing that the time was right. You yearn that in another life, he's still holding you in his arms until they grow heavy, you’re the one he comes home to after a long day, you’re still cradling his face in your palms as if you're holding the world in your hands, you’re still showing him how much he means to you without saying a word.

The relationship didn’t end on a bitter or sour note; schedules simply just stopped aligning and great opportunities unveiled themselves. That soon meant letting one another grow, even if it meant with or without the other’s presence.

Nevertheless, you were friends before you were lovers. You’re appreciative of the natural flow of the current conversation.

You laugh, “what can I say? I like to give the people a bit of mystery.”

“Anyway, how about you? How’s your girlfriend?” You ask, pretending you’re interested, for his sake and maybe for yours. You thought you needed to hear Haechan talk about her to move on, but it only made you want him back more than ever.

“Yeah, she’s amazing. We’re taking it slow for now, but we’re really happy. Same old shit with work and all, though, but I’m great.”

"I’m glad you are. You guys better have me as your bartender for the after-party," your lighthearted tone and words contrast with the heaviness in your chest. A part of you guiltily wishes their relationship would crumble, and he comes running back, realizing he wants to make your relationship bloom once more. But unfortunately, you know that's not how it works. You’d rather die than vocalize that you truly wish the best for both of them.

He heartily laughs while shaking his head, eyes still focused on the buildings beyond him. “You think too far ahead.”

You know he’s thinking about her because that’s how he used to look when he was with you: dazed in love. You know he’s starting to fall in love with her and you can’t do anything to stop him. You couldn’t blame him even if you wanted to.

Every ounce of your body is telling you to flee, to tell him it was good to see him again. But he breaks the stillness you had made peace with and again, you’re thankful for it. When it comes to him, you’ve always seen the positive side of things.

“Man… how long has it been?”

You pause, but it isn’t because you’ve forgotten how long, it’s because you know you’re going to hurt more as the conversation progresses. You truly never thought you'd ever see yourself in this position: sitting beside your ex-lover, who you stubbornly can never seem to forget.

“Two years,” you bittersweetly smile as the memories continue to run like a faucet in full force in your head, “it’s been two years since our breakup and since we’ve seen each other.”

“I know.” His tone is nonchalant. He’s implying something and you catch on, giving him a look. It's too good to be true. You don’t give him any other reaction and let him continue.

“Weirdly enough, I just wanted to hear you say it,” I’ve been keeping count too. Little did you know, Haechan regretted saying it as soon as it left his mouth. He was content with the pace he had with his current girlfriend, content with how his life was going. Yet here he is, accidentally leading you on the splitting rope that he didn’t know you were still holding onto for dear life. He was just better at hiding his shame a little bit more than you.

Maybe he wasn’t content with content, either.

As you playfully bump his shoulder with yours, ignoring the pounding in your chest and the increasing moisture on your palms—you don’t know if it’s sweat or condensation from the bottle you’re holding—you comment, “as sly as always, I see.”

The gap of silence is filled with cars passing, the faint thumping of the bass from the party below, the trees brushing against one another, and the wind occasionally whistling. You’re hoping he can’t hear how your heart is imitating a drum (he doesn’t because he’s too busy listening to his own).

“Do you think we could go back to the way we were? Just tonight.”

He doesn’t seem to hesitate as he nods, riding on the same wavelength as you, “just tonight.”

With that, you’re sitting together under the stars and moon that shine particularly brighter tonight, yet all you feel is solitude. You look over to him and ask him if you can lean on his shoulder; you want to see if you can cut the distance you’re feeling short. He gives you an audible ‘yes’. You tilt your head and immediately, your senses are overwhelmed with his familiar scent, one that reminds you of puppy love, commitment, and heartache. But it still feels like you’re oceans apart. At this point, you’re living in different worlds, different dimensions.

You soon realize it’s because nothing can really be the same, even if you give up for a night.

It’s unspoken but you hope he knows it, especially after making him use his self-control for so long.

It’s still you. It’ll always be you.

You owe your whole being to the stars above your head that they allowed your lives to intersect once more as if it could be the last. So does he.

It’s taking everything in your being to resist intertwining your hand with his.

You know you’re never going to experience the love Haechan gave you ever again. It’s unfair how there’s only one of him in this universe while making perfect sense; he glows wherever he goes, he’s someone who effortlessly steals the show. No one could ever be like him. Your past self must’ve salvaged the world because you were blessed with Haechan, even if it was deemed short-lived.

The serenity you share gets disrupted by his ringtone. Your head shoots up from his shoulder while he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. You gather yourself and try not to snoop into his business, but that goes down the drain when you see his screen. It displays a candid photo of him and his girlfriend, the latter looking quite off guard. You wish you didn’t catch his mouth curling into a smile.

But again, out of respect, you zone out the quick conversation he has with his lover. You instead direct your attention to the howling wind, taking a long and generous swig of your drink. You definitely needed that.

Eventually and inevitably, he stands up, brushes off dust specks to the best of his abilities with one free hand, and faces you. You finally look him properly in his eyes and give him a bittersweet smile that he returns. He bids you farewell and tells you one last thing,

“Take care of yourself.”

“Yeah, you too.” And with that, he leaves you once more. But this time, you’re ready to let go.

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kkulgings · 1 year

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❈° ≫ fromis_9 masterlist

═══════ FROMIS_9 MASTERLIST !

❀ fluff | ✿ angst | ❁ suggestive | ❃ crack

─▸ ❝ ot9

none yet.

─▸ ❝ lee saerom

none yet.

─▸ ❝ song hayoung

none yet.

─▸ ❝ jang gyuri

none yet.

─▸ ❝ park jiwon

none yet.

─▸ ❝ roh jisun

none yet.

─▸ ❝ lee seoyeon

none yet.

─▸ ❝ lee chaeyoung

none yet.

─▸ ❝ lee nagyung

11:59 p.m. ❀

─▸ ❝ baek jiheon

‎‏‏sweet ❀

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spookybias · 3 years

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ROMANTICALLY IN HIDING ｡ LEE MINHO

pairing: lee minho x afab! reader. genre: fluff, suggestive, crack. content: bad boy au, high school au. warning: making out, crude language, dirty jokes, not entirely proofread. word count: 3.6k

synopsis: keeping your relationship with minho a secret goes awry when your friends show up to your house in the middle of a date.

dedication: @staysuki . hi, ash! i'm genny! you're my person for the fic exchange. it took me some extra time, so i'm sorry about that. i’m also sorry about how wordy this is. i’m still somewhat new to writing suggestive stuff. i hope you still enjoy <3

Minho dug around the half empty bag of pretzels. His fingers searched far and wide for another salted bow while keeping his eyes glued to your living room TV.

"When do the cats show up?" Minho had only agreed to watch Dōbutsu no Mori because he knew the video game that the movie was based on included a blue and white cat with the most adorable slim red eyes who often greeted the player on public transportation. Minho couldn't think of anything more exciting than a friendly cat wearing a sleeveless sweater and carrying a sticker-covered suitcase.

"The movie doesn't focus on the cats," you responded dully from across the living room. You were seated on your father's black recliner. Minho sat on your mother's, and three ottomans sat in between the both of you. There was a sea of nothing keeping the two of you from cuddling close, but you still felt as though the space from your boyfriend was necessary.

Maybe it was the guilt of lying to your friends so you could hang out with your school's residential bad boy that left you picking at your relationship the way a seven-year-old would pick at a scab.

Did you have to lie to your best friend? Maybe not. If you would have just told Nagyung that you couldn't help prep for next week's student podcast because you wanted to hang out with a guy, she would've given you a teasing wink and even covered for you.

But Nagyung also would have started questioning you. She'd want every last detail about who the guy you were skipping a podcast meeting for was, and you couldn't imagine telling her that it was Minho, who not only was your secret boyfriend of three and half weeks, but the guy you allegedly couldn't stand.

Hyunjin and Seungmin wouldn't be able to wrap their heads around it, as both boys weren't very fond of Minho. They concluded him to be nothing but a cat-loving, trouble-making, nuisance who'd end up in prison before graduation day. And that was because he could usually be found either in detention or in the locker room frequently slamming a group of shorter boys into, well, lockers.

Your perspective was once similar until a faithful afternoon where you had caught Minho playing with a group of kittens in a box as a thunderstorm was rolling in. You stood at the bus stop seeking shelter, trying not to be too obvious as you stared him down. And before the rain could pummel you, Minho shoved the box of kittens and his own umbrella into your grip, telling you to take them somewhere safe and keep the umbrella.

After multiple visits to the cat sanctuary and walks home under the same umbrella, you often found yourself with Minho's tongue in your mouth and his hand up your skirt as he pressed you against one of the library shelves. No one ever willingly wants to read about George Washington, and so you never had to worry about getting caught and needing to fish out an explanation as to why you're moaning in the biography section.

Your sneaky escapades led you to the oh so corny realization that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Sure, Minho was messy and liked to push other people's buttons for brief entertainment, but he was also kind-hearted, reasonable, and got decent grades ―three things that would certainly send Hyunjin and Seungmin into cardiac arrest.

That was why the mischievous kisses shared between you and Minho were necessary. You were a prideful person, and just the thought of having to come clean about how all of the trash you talked about your current boyfriend was nothing but trash made you want to hide in a box.

Luckily for you, your boyfriend was a prideful person as well. Minho didn't feel the need to convince you to come clean to your friends because he understood in a way. He figured the two of you would cross that bridge when you came to it. Plus, Minho thought secret relationships were sexy and all the more exciting.

You heard your phone ring from the table on Minho's side, and you rushed over to answer it, begging the universe to let it be anyone other than your friends.

The universe flicked you off with both hands. It was Nagyung.

You could only hope that the bridge wasn't already burned down when you and Minho finally approached it.

"Who's that?" Minho had lost interest in the bag of pretzels and was now pulling on a loose thread on your argyle sweater. He imagined that one pull on the stray string could make the entire top come undone. He smirked to himself.

"It's Nagyung," you sighed.

Minho's smirk faded into a soft smile. He didn't like seeing you worry. "Take your time. Whatever you decide to do, I'm here for you, and I'm pretty sure your friends in the debate club will understand."

"Minho, it's a podcast club." You gave your boyfriend a half smile and hit decline. "And I thought you knew me so well," you joked.

"I knew that." Your boyfriend gave you a playful wink and chuckled. "I was just making sure you remembered."

It was times like these that you were entirely grateful you had given Minho a chance. He made the atmosphere less tense and was always aiming to give you a good time.

The annoying ringing of your phone started once more. You groaned in frustration. You should've known Nagyung wouldn't quit until she got ahold of you. You wondered if the club was dealing with some sort of emergency, but couldn't think of anything that could 'cause a literal tragedy within a student podcast.

Still, what her or one of your other friends had gotten seriously hurt and she was spamming you for a different reason?

You were about ready to answer the phone and tell your best friend the truth. But then Minho grew bored of the thread on your sweater and had found something else to do ―you.

He gently pulled you closer by the hand. "Don't worry too much about that. We were supposed to spend the afternoon together, remember?"

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Horny at a time like this?" you teased. "My friendships are at stake here."

"The movie was boring okay." Minho brought you in to straddle his waist, his hands gripping your thighs. He stared down at the space between your legs. He was practically glowing in a shade of needy pink. "And I've never actually spoken to your friends so I can't find it in me to feel bad that you lied to them."

Another thing you liked about Minho was how honest he could be at times (more specifically, times when he was overflowing with lust), and you figured it was about time you started being honest with yourself. Did you really want to spend who knows how long explaining your entire situation with Minho to your fellow star student buddies?

There was no doubt that Nagyung would tell Hyunjin and Seungmin the minute she found out. You could already picture her shouting at you in shock through the phone as she texted them everything that wasn't anyone's business but yours.

There was no doubt that you would much rather have your hand down Minho's pants.

Your boyfriend's mouth wasn't just good for irritating everyone he came across. It was also good for peppering soft but sloppy kisses down your neck. They tickled like flamingo feathers, light and scattered. Minho had waited all week to have you, and the thought of taking you while on your dad’s recliner made everything appear much more satisfying and sinful.

He ran his hands down the side of your breasts before giving them a gentle squeeze. You let out a breathy moan, wrapping your arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to bring him closer, to get him to do something more. Your bodies were already pressed against each other, but it didn’t feel like enough.

Minho targeted your neck, licking and nipping at the skin delicately. You couldn’t take it anymore. You grinded your hips. If there was one thing you couldn’t stand about Minho it was that he loved to take his time with you.

But he’d regret doing so soon enough.

The doorbell chimed just as Minho went to work at unbuttoning your jeans. Minho stopped kissing your neck. “I thought you said your parents won’t be home till tonight,” he said. He sounded a bit panicked and almost out of breath.

You let out a whine. “They won’t be. It’s probably just a package.” You softly brushed your lips against his, urging him to continue, but this time you wanted his tongue in your mouth.

Minho was eager to give you what you want. The constant buzzing of your doorbell became background noise, along with the occasional moans you and Minho let out every time you disconnected your lips. The two of you bucked your hips at a steady pace, rubbing yourselves against each other.

You thought that you could just tune out the sound of your doorbell, but whoever was at your apartment door just wouldn’t stop, and you broke away from Minho. You momentarily wondered (while fear flowed through your veins) if one of your parents were home early and forgotten their keys.

Minho moved on to suck on the space between your breast. The way he licked at the skin was almost soothing. You were tempted to try again at ignoring your unwanted visitor until the repeated ringing of your doorbell turned into persistent knocking. Though, it sounded less like knocking and more like excessive pounds to the door that would either leave the doorframe in shambles or leave the person’s knuckles broken.

Your boyfriend reluctantly loosened his grip on your thighs, feeling robbed. You climbed off of your his lap, hurrying towards the door. But then you heard a voice on the opposite side of the door and realized who it was.

“Oh my gosh, ____!” Nagyung shouted so loud you thought she’d disturb all of the building’s residents —including the ones vacationing in Barbados. “Open the door, ____! Studying for environmental science isn’t that important!”

Oh right, you thought. I said I’d be studying for an AP ES test.

You face palmed before rushing back over to your boyfriend who seemed more confused than ever.

“Just a second, Nagyung!” You shouted back over your shoulder. You grabbed Minho’s arm, more or less dragging him into your apartment’s hallway and towards your bedroom.

“Dragging me to your room?” Minho inquired. “I like where this is going, but something’s telling me it won’t go how I’m imagining it.”

“Shut up. Now is not the time.”

Minho kept his mouth closed as you shoved him into your room and pushed him towards your closet. “Hide right now!” you hissed. Your boyfriend obeyed, sliding inside, and crawling around the tight space to get behind your clothes. He spotted a bra hanging in there, questioning why you hung your bras up instead of putting them in a drawer like he figured most girls did.

You ran out your room, back down the hallway, and practically jumped in front of your apartment door. You threw the front door open, letting an exasperated “Hi, Nagyung” tumble passed your lips.

Nagyung squinted. “Why are you out of breath?”

“Why are you here?” You asked at the same time as she posed her question. You hoped she’d answer you first and forget about your suspicious behavior.

Nagyung rolled her eyes. “Can you make it anymore obvious that you don’t want me here?” For a moment she looked seriously annoyed by your question, but then she let out a small giggle. Typical Nagyung. “I just need you to confirm or deny everyone’s suggestions for next week’s podcast and then you can get back to touching yourself or whatever, miss leader.”

You blinked twice. “I wasn’t touching myself. I-” Your eyes darted left and right and you tried to come up with something. Was now really the right time to come clean? I wasn’t touching myself. I was letting Lee Minho touch me instead. You imagined Nagyung recoiling in horror.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nagyung rolled her eyes again. “No one ever admits to do doing it.” She let out a snort. “Plus, you were so loud. Better hope Mrs. Sim next door doesn’t tell your mom. Oh yeah, can I have some juice? I walked like twelve blocks here-”

The mention of the amount of noise you were making immediately reminded you that there was a guy hiding in your closet. You hoped that Minho wouldn’t decide now was the best time to come out or make any noise.

You gave your friend a thin-lipped smile, praying that it didn’t show how much you were freaking out on the inside. “Just show me the suggestions,” you cut her off.

After fetching Nagyung a glass of Hawaiian punch, the both of you moved to the other side of the living room. Nagyung stepped towards your dad’s recliner, ready to sit down and you internally yelped. Well you thought you had done it internally.

Nagyung jumped up, clutching her bag to her chest as if their was a thief right in the room. “What’s wrong?” she questioned. Then she groaned at the feeling of cold juice dripping down her chest. “You scared me and I splashed it. What’s the matter with you?”

You almost sat down on my dad’s chair AKA the place Lee Minho was pleasuring me. No, you couldn’t say that. You stared back silently.

Nagyung set the half empty glass down and grabbed your hand, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Real talk. Are you okay?” She furrowed her eyebrows, avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry for intruding. Honestly, I did come over to have you review the suggestions, but I used that as an excuse for why I really wanted to come over. I wanted to check on you.”

She paused for longer than a moment, so you decided to give her a little push. Sure, you were absolutely paranoid about the fact that the guy your friends ridiculed often was the boyfriend hiding in your closet, but you didn’t want to seem like you didn’t care. Because you did care.

A lot. You cared so much about your friends, and you cared a ton about what they would think of you once they found out the truth.

Something about Nagyung’s concern for yoy made you want to dump your pride in the garbage and just be honest. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“It’s not like you to just skip podcast to study. You’ve had to study plenty of times before but still managed to make it.” She paused again, Then she sighed. “And lately you just disappear a lot and you’re vague whenever someone asks what’s up.”

What were you doing? Your recent behavior was not on so totally suspicious, but in a way, harsh.

“I- I have to check on something,” you managed to say. Nagyung just nodded, now engrossed in the big red splotch on her fuzzy purple cardigan.

You dashed to your bedroom, quickly but quietly pushing the door open. You threw open your closet doors to find Minho seated on the floor tapping on his phone.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes went wide. “Are you texting someone? No one can know you’re here! I haven’t told Nagyung yet!”

Minho’s raised his brows. “I’m playing Mira’s Everyday Joy of Cooking,” he clarified. “Calm down. And what do you mean by ‘yet’?”

You bobbed your head up and down. “I wanna tell Nagyung everything. So let’s-”

Before you could finish your sentence, your apartment’s doorbell chimed. Your eyes widened.

“Get under the bed!” You grabbed Minho by the shirt collar and used every ounce of strength to push him underneath your bedframe. The idea of finally being honest flew out the window at the thought of your parents being home early.

"This is not how I imagined our time spent together," Minho groaned, sliding under.

You closed the door and raced back to the living room, towards the front door. You looked into the peephole.

Hyunjin and Seungmin. Hyunjin and Seungmin were here. You wanted to scream, but instead turned to Nagyung with a stressed half-smile.

“Nagyung,” You almost shrieked. “You invited Hyunjin and Seungmin?”

She was too busy rubbing at the stain with some baby wipes. “No, I didn’t invite them. They said they were gonna stop by since Seungmin took AP ES last year and he’s kind of-”

You tuned her out. You pressed your back to the door unsure of what to do. Minho was several feet away, under your bed, Nagyung was right in front of you, and Hyunjin and Seungmin stood on the other side of the door. You were hoping to tell each of your friends one by one when hanging out with them separately, but that plan was out the window now.

"―and Hyunjin said be didn't have anywhere else to be, so they pretty much invited themselves." You had momentarily forgotten that Nagyung was still talking. "Hey, can I borrow a shirt? The stain is starting to set."

"Yes, yes!" You immediately responded. "Take whatever!"

You had said that with way too much enthusiasm. Nagyung eyed you, but chose to ignore it, heading down the hall in hopes of finding something similar that would match her outfit in your wardrobe.

You weren't ready to tell anyone other than Nagyung right now. You couldn't believe you were thinking this, but you had to get Hyunjin and Seungmin to go away.

"Maybe she's not home," Seungmin said to Hyunjin right as you opened the door.

"Hi!" You gave your friends a gritted smile, the only kind you could form during this overwhelming situation.

"Hey," Hyunjin greeted you. "Seungmin said the funniest thing on our way here. Okay, why did the whale-"

"Why are you here?" You asked, getting straight to the point, keeping a forced smile on your face.

Both guys looked at you in confusion. Hyunjin was about to question your antics when there was a sudden screech.

They moved past you, running through your apartment to get to where the sound was coming from, completely ignoring the fact that this was your home, not theirs. You ran behind them.

The door to your bedroom burst open right as a half-dressed Nagyung chucked one of her sneakers at Minho's head.

Nagyung slipped one of your hoodies over her head quickly while Minho rubbed the side of his head. He looked up to meet four pairs of eyes staring at him.

You froze. Nagyung froze. Hyunjin and Seungmin froze.

Hyunjin blinked repeatedly, trying to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. "Why is he here?"

You let out nervous chuckle, walking over to Minho to help him up. "Heh, funny story actually. But I bet Seungmin's joke is way funnier, so why don't you share it with us n-"

"____." Seungmin crossed his arms. Hyunjin and Nagyung did the same, looking stern. You felt like a small child getting lectured in the principal's office.

"Fine." You looked down and kicked your foot the way a seven year old being scolded would. "We're dating."

There was a medley of gasps.

Hyunjin scoffed dramatically, leaning against Seungmin for support. "Out of everyone in the school you picked him?"

Seungmin patted Hyunjin's shoulder, and you swore he emitted the same energy as a parent comforting their heartbroken teenage son. "I thought you said you couldn't stand him. You know, like most sane people."

"I couldn't at first," you admitted. You felt shy explaining all of this to your friends with Minho standing beside you. "But once I got to know him, he wasn't that bad." You rubbed the back of your neck, your ears feeling hot.

"But he's always in detention," Hyunjin objected. "And he's always pushing people-"

"Pushing people out of my way," Minho finished for him with an eyeroll. "It's not my fault if someone doesn't hear the words 'excuse me' the first time. And wait, that Jisung kid you guys hang with is always in detention with me. What makes me different?"

You looked around at your three friends. What did make Minho different?

"Nothing, I guess," Seungmin confessed.

"Jisung's a pretty big goof, and you're more intimidating," Hyunjin elaborated. "I think that's why we were so fast to judge you."

"We're sorry about that," Seungmin apologized.

You looked at Nagyung, who had been silent for most of the conversation. She slipped her sneaker back on, and gave you a soft smile.

"Sorry I tried to shatter your skull," Nagyung said to Minho. "Hear me out, though. I'm pretty sure anyone would react the same way I did if a guy was slipping out from under the bed while they were taking their clothes off."

"It's fine," Minho told everyone. Then he looked at you, giving you a wink. "It's understandable."

You breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so good to tell everyone the truth. Well, not the whole truth. They didn't need to know the part about your dad's recliner, which you figured you should spray down with alcohol before he came home to eliminate any traces.

"I'm still surprised," Nagyung shared. "I mean, I remember last week you said Minho's butt was flat and even though that's not like a boyfriend requirement, it doesn't seem like something you'd said about someone you liked." Nagyung shrugged her shoulders. "I guess that was before you guys started dating."

You awkwardly turned to your boyfriend, who glared back at you.

"My butt is not flat!"

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