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harmonicakai · 21 days

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As Long As You Care

Part 1 of the "Somebody Else" series

Pairing: Soobin x Reader, Yeonjun x Reader

Summary: From the moment he first met you, Soobin has had the biggest crush on you. The only thing standing in his way is his college roommate, Yeonjun, who you’ve been in love with ever since you were little.

Tropes: love triangle, unrequited love, fake dating, frat boy!yeonjun, nerd!soobin, roommates, college AU, childhood best friends

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: drinking, sexual tension (mdni!), curse words, yj is an asshole

A/N: TBH I feel like this is one of my weakest works so far, but I really like the concept and already have the whole thing planned out, so I will try and see completing it through <3

“If you could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along, So why can't you see? You belong with me" —You Belong With Me, Taylor Swift

“If you have a crush on Y/N, then go for it,” Yeonjun laughs, surprised that Soobin would even bother to get his permission, as if he wants your hand in marriage or something.

“Really? You don’t mind?” Soobin blinks back, unsure of whether or not his roommate is being serious. You’ve been friends with Yeonjun since you were little kids, so Soobin figured that running the idea of asking you out by him was surely the right thing to do.

“If you’re worried about whether me and her are more than friends, don’t be. If we were going to start dating, we would’ve when we were in high school. God knows it would’ve made our moms happy.”

“Would you help me then? You know her better than I do,” Soobin continues, eager for tips on how to properly woo you. “Do you know her favorite kind of flowers?”

“Can’t say I do,” Yeonjun shrugs. “Listen, Soob, Y/N is a hopeless romantic. And she’s never even had a boyfriend before. I’m sure whatever you come up with will exceed any and all of her expectations.”

Yeonjun’s excuses for why the moment doesn’t need to be special are precisely why Soobin wants to take so much care in planning things. It would be your first date, first boyfriend, first everything.

Well, except for your first kiss, which Yeonjun had graciously stolen back in middle school, years before he had even introduced you to Soobin. Both of you have asserted that it was only once, and simply for you to get it over with before a school dance in the hopes that your real crush would make a move.

Soobin would be lying to say he doesn’t get jealous of the two of you. Plus, Yeonjun is totally wrong. From what others have said, you’re extremely picky when it comes to guys.

“So, when are you going to ask her?” Yeonjun says, snapping Soobin out of his trance. “She’ll be here any minute if you wanna do it then.”

“She’s coming over now?” Soobin asks, his palms feeling infinitely more sweaty. He hasn’t had any time to do his hair or choose a good outfit, let alone run to the store and pick up any of the little presents he had planned on getting for you.

“We’re going to get breakfast. Some new café she’s been dying to try,” Yeonjun replies, his mouth full of a croissant. Soobin rolls his eyes. If the two of you are about to go out to eat, why the hell is he stuffing his face right now?

Soobin checks his watch. If he leaves now, he’ll surely make it back before the two of you return. “Can you make sure that you guys come here when you’re done?”

“I can make no promises,” Yeonjun sighs, staring at his reflection in the hallway mirror. He throws on a pair of sunglasses, his phone ringing to signal that he’s gotten a text, most likely from you. “Y/N is going to meet me outside. It’s now or never, dude.”

Soobin glances out the window and spots you standing in the courtyard, wearing a floral sundress that hugs you in all the right places. The sunlight shines down on your hair, leaving a glow that makes you look absolutely angelic. He swallows hard.

You’ve made yourself comfortable on a bench just outside, your feet propped up on the arm rest.

“It looks like she’s been waiting a while,” Soobin observes.

“Yeah, I know,” Yeonjun says nonchalantly.

“Shouldn’t you hurry up, then?”

“Why are you asking so many questions?” Yeonjun scoffs. “Since you’re so concerned, I’ve got a date after this, okay? Well, if you can even call it that. Point is, I need to look good, and that takes time.”

“I guess I’ll just ask her another day, then,” Soobin sighs in defeat, backing away from the window. He knows better than to push Yeonjun. “Listen, will you do me a favor?”

“Depends on what it is.” Yeonjun is still admiring himself, now unbuttoning even more of his shirt. He might as well go topless at this point, Soobin thinks to himself.

“Could you maybe mention me and see how Y/N reacts?” Soobin asks, adjusting his glasses.

“I will for 30,000 won,” Yeonjun deadpans, not even bothering to look Soobin’s way.

“Are you joking?”

“No. I don’t care if you guys date, but I certainly won’t be making it easy for you. She’s my friend. If you become her boyfriend and start taking her out, that’s less time she’ll be spending with me.” Sometimes, most of the time, Soobin really hates his roommate.

“You suck,” Soobin says, reaching into his wallet and handing over a few bills. “Here.”

“Pleasure doing business,” Yeonjun grins, pocketing the cash. A knock at the door startles both of them. “Why don’t you get that?”

Soobin heads for the door, knowing you’re on the other side of it. He mentally prepares himself, smoothing his hair into place and checking his breath.

When the door swings open, you’re surprised to see Yeonjun’s roommate staring at you.

“Uh, hi,” you greet him. Soobin holds his breath. You’re even more beautiful up close. “Is Yeonjun ready to go? I’ve been waiting downstairs, for like, ten minutes.”

“I don’t think so,” Soobin says, stepping aside to let you into the dorm’s common room. “You’re welcome to wait, though.”

“Thanks,” you reply, stepping in and spotting your best friend fussing with his hair. “Hi Junie!”

“Hi, Y/N,” Yeonjun smiles. He pulls you into a tight hug. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I didn’t see your texts. I just need a few more minutes, okay?”

Soobin knows his roommate is lying, but he’s not going to be the one to tell you that.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you say, making yourself comfortable on the couch. You turn your attention to Soobin, who you don’t really know much about. “How’s your morning going, Soobin?”

“It’s good. Great, actually! A little busy, but I like having things to do, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that. What are you up to?”

“Mostly running errands. Then later I have to take some photos of today’s soccer game for the school newspaper, go to jazz band practice, and study for my econ midterm,” he rambles.

“Wow. That’s… a lot.” Your eyes widen, wondering how he manages to juggle that kind of schedule. Sure, you care about extracurriculars too, but never enough to risk burning yourself out.

“Soobin is a real nerd, Y/N. If you ever need a tutor for anything, he’s your guy,” Yeonjun calls from the bathroom.

“Ooh, okay. How are you at multivariable calculus?” you inquire. It’s the class you’ve been struggling with the most this semester.

“Math is unfortunately the one thing I’m bad at,” Soobin admits. He opens his mouth to keep talking, but Yeonjun’s finally returned, at last ready to go.

Soobin watches as Yeonjun’s hand finds yours, pulling you up off the couch before finding its way around your waist. “Let’s head out, babe.”

“Yay! Okay, well, bye, Soobin!” You wave, being pulled along. “I’ll see you around, I guess.”

Yeonjun drags you out the front door before Soobin can even say goodbye, the sweet scent of your perfume lingering in the air behind you.

Soobin waits a few minutes to make sure the two of you won’t be stopping back in before he faceplants onto the couch, letting out a long sigh. At this point, he isn’t sure if he’ll ever have the chance to tell you how he really feels with your “best” friend standing in the way.

—————-

Soobin’s heart nearly beats out of his chest the second he lays his eyes on you. You’re wearing the same sundress from earlier today, but this time without the slouchy cardigan draped over your shoulders, and your hair is thrown into a perfectly messy updo. To top it all off, you’ve got glitter dusted along your neck and collarbone, making you shimmer under the glow of the frat’s neon lights.

He wants nothing more than to lean down and kiss it all off of you. The only issue is that you’re surrounded by a ton of other partygoers who probably all want to do the same.

You’re the only reason he even bothered to come to this party and he might not even get the chance to talk to you. He may not have been of any help this morning, but at least Yeonjun was decent enough to text Soobin and let him know the two of you would be here tonight.

“Soob! I didn’t think you’d actually come!” Yeonjun’s voice startles him as he claps his roommate on the shoulders from behind, his hands still wet from swimming in the pool. Soobin jerks back, nearly spilling the contents of his red solo cup.

“She looks hot, doesn’t she?” Yeonjun continues, glancing past him to see you twirling your hair as you gently let another guy know he has no chance with you. Soobin hates it when he talks about you this way, even if it’s true. “Did you tell her you’re in love with her yet?”

“We haven’t even talked,” Soobin says, his voice barely reaching above the music’s blast. He stares down at his white sneakers, sticky from the spilled drinks and god knows what else is lining the frat’s linoleum floors. “Did you do what I asked you to, by the way?”

“Shit, sorry, man. I totally forgot. But you know what? Maybe we can change your luck,” Yeonjun smiles, feeling a bit sorry for his lovesick roommate. “Me and a few other people are gonna start a game of spin the bottle in the next room if you want to try and kiss her.”

It’s the opportunity of a lifetime. Except when you spin the bottle and it glides past him, landing instead on Yeonjun, Soobin’s heart plummets into his stomach.

You lean past him with a shy smile on your face, wrapping your arms around your best friend’s neck as he pulls you into the steamiest kiss Soobin has ever seen. It’s enough to make him wonder if maybe the two of you have done this more than just once.

Despite being over in seconds, it feels like hours to Soobin. To make matters worse, when you pull away, your lips wet with Yeonjun’s saliva, you wave at him with the most gorgeous smile in the world.

“Sorry, man,” Yeonjun whispers to Soobin, running a hand through his hair, messed up from where your fingers were just laced through it. “Maybe next round.”

If Soobin could fight, he would’ve certainly thrown a punch straight into his roommate’s jaw. But even though he towers over him by a few good inches, he knows that he’d be out like a light and wake up with a black eye that’ll truly never let him forget about this moment.

When it’s finally his turn, it lands on a girl just a few spots over from you and he does his best not to look disappointed. She’s pretty, for sure, but she’s not you. Soobin plants a quick kiss on her lips and the crowd groans.

“More!” an unfamiliar voice chants. The rest of the players join in, although all Soobin can pinpoint is the sound of you nearby, egging him on to make out with another girl.

He relents, enough alcohol in his system to finally let loose, pulling the girl into a fast, sloppy kiss. The crowd shifts to whooping and hollering, and he sees you giggling with one of your girl friends out of the corner of his eye.

It isn’t until the two of you watch as Yeonjun gropes that same friend seconds after the bottle lands on her that Soobin notices a shift in your mood. Your once everlasting smile has been replaced with a blank stare that unmistakably signals heartbreak.

Soobin would know. He was making the same face just a few minutes ago.

Eventually, the game fizzles out and everybody disperses back into the frat’s crowd, still going strong despite being hours in.

After wandering around the party for a while, Soobin spots you at the keg, frustratedly pouring yourself another beer. From the way you’re stumbling, he knows it’s probably not a good idea for you to actually drink it.

“Hey, wait,” he intervenes, grabbing the plastic cup out of your hand. “Y/N. Maybe you should slow down.”

“Fuck off,” you scoff before turning to see who’s interrupted your binge. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of Soobin, Yeonjun’s roommate. He usually never comes to these things and has only ever been really, really nice to you. “Soobin. I am so, so sorry. I’m just going through it right now.”

“I can see that. Do you want to get some fresh air?”

“Yes, please.” He loops his arm around yours and guides you outside, making sure that you don’t trip on any uneven steps or loose cans.

If it were Yeonjun, he’d carry you bridal style, letting you nuzzle your head into his shoulder until you reached your dorm room.

“You can have some of mine,” Soobin says, handing over his drink as you steady yourself against the porch’s railing. “It’s just Sprite.”

You nod and gulp the entire cup of soda down, the bubbles tickling your dry throat.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Soobin continues, catching you off guard. You turn to stare at him, eyes wide before you fix your expression to something more nonchalant.

“No, I’m not.” He looks back at you with a frown, letting you know that he’s seen just enough tonight to not believe any of what you’re saying. Soobin doesn’t seem like the kind of person you’d want to lie to, anyway.

“Fine, maybe just a little bit,” you admit, crossing your arms in defeat. “I mean, in general, how are girls like me supposed to compete with girls like her?”

“Lots of guys would kill to be with a girl like you. She’s just more… straightforward.” You can tell he can’t actually come up with a better explanation for why his roommate isn’t into you.

“I kissed him the way I’ve been wanting to for years now. I don’t know how much more straightforward I can get. You know, last week, I asked if there was anything going on between the two of them and he told me she wasn’t his type?”

“Who isn’t Yeonjun’s type?” Soobin laughs awkwardly, regret immediately settling on his face as he realizes he probably shouldn’t have said that. He’s right and you know it, though.

“Please tell me they aren’t making out right now,” you change the subject, hoping and praying that the answer is no.

Soobin glances over his shoulder back into the party to see Yeonjun and your friend entangled, his hands gripping her hips as she grinds into him. “He’s… certainly doing something to her.”

“Wow. Okay, that’s all I needed to hear.” You walk past Soobin to stare at Yeonjun and your friend all over each other. It’s a horrifying scene, but for some reason, you can’t tear your eyes away. “You know, I’d hate to see how he is with a girl he’s actually into. Men really suck sometimes.”

“Y/N, look at me,” Soobin says, his voice the steadiest its been all night.

“Huh?” you ask in confusion. Soobin turns you back around, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. It trembles against your cheek as he leans in close to you.

“We can get back at him,” he whispers, both of your heart rates rising by the second. His breath is hot against your ear. “If you want to.”

You can’t believe the words that have just come out of his mouth. Choi Soobin, Yeonjun’s sweet roommate who has only ever spoken to you in the most polite and platonic way, is offering to help you make your best friend jealous.

Your silence makes him backtrack, the panic in his voice evident. He really has no clue what’s gotten into him. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was just joking! I didn’t actually mean—”

“Let’s do it,” you say, cutting him off. Before he can protest, you’re pulling him back into the frat house and onto the middle of the dance floor, right next to Yeonjun.

Soobin can barely believe this is happening right now, and if his arms weren’t wrapped around your waist, he’d pinch himself.

Usually, you keep to yourself at parties, kindly entertaining men’s advances, but never giving them the satisfaction of dancing with you. Tonight, you’re breaking all of your own self-imposed rules with the guy you least expected to.

“Kiss me,” you say into his ear, loud enough to fight the music’s volume, but quiet enough for Yeonjun not to hear. Soobin looks at you with sheer panic on his face and you know immediately that he’s incapable of making the first move.

At least that’s what you think before he crashes his lips onto yours. Despite watching him awkwardly make out with someone else earlier, he’s surprisingly good at kissing. There’s a hunger to the way he grabs your waist and pulls you closer that makes you smile into him.

As you feel his soft hair beneath your fingertips, you almost forget why you’re kissing him in the first place. When you finally separate, you turn to see Yeonjun staring at the two of you, a sly grin on his face that makes you question if you’ve made the right decision.

—————-

“That was so humiliating,” you groan, trudging down the sidewalk. Soobin trails you like a puppy dog. “He was happy for us. So much for making him jealous. You know, maybe we should just call this whole thing off now.”

“No!” Soobin panics. “I, uh, I have an idea.”

“Which is?” you say, stopping to look at him. You can tell by the way he stares blankly at you that he doesn’t actually have an answer.

“Well… if we keep this up, then Yeonjun will see how great of a girlfriend you are and he’ll want you for himself! Really, we’ve just gotta give it more time.”

Your head aches, but Soobin does make a little bit of sense. “Fine, okay. How long are you willing to put up with me for?”

Soobin knows he can’t say forever. “Why don’t we try until the end of the semester? If he doesn’t confess his love to you by then, then we’ll stage a break up.”

“Sounds like a deal,” you say, reaching out your hand to shake. Soobin hesitates. “I don’t have cooties, you know. Besides, your tongue was kind of just down my throat back there.”

“Right, sorry,” Soobin says, taking your hand into his. It’s much bigger than you expected, nearly covering yours in its entirety. “Deal.”

“Come on,” you say, continuing your trek back to your dorm. “Let’s go.”

“My room is the other way,” he attempts to remind you. You don’t even bother to look back at him, wanting to get out of the cold and into your bed.

“We’re going to mine. Yeonjun is never going to believe we’re together if he catches you in your own bed tonight.”

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withleeknow · 5 months

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wishful thinking. (02)

chapter two: in plain sight

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut warnings: cursing, drinking, suggestive content at the end, could've been edited more but oh well lol word count: 4.9k

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Damn baby, I'm a train wreck, too I lose my mind when it comes to you I take time with the ones I choose And I don't want to smile if it ain't from you

boyfriend - Ariana Grande ft. Social House

You end up not seeing Minho, nor any of your other friends, at all in the few days leading up to Yeonjun’s party.

True to your words, you were mostly holed up in your place, running on nothing but caffeine and sheer frustration, trying to finish your elective class’ final paper on the differences between the views of Greek philosophers. Time really flies when you wish it would slow down, because you could've used a couple more days to perfect the godforsaken thing.

You’ve been texting Minho though, and honestly, the man is practically a saint. You barely even talked about anything besides your stupid paper and your high maintenance perfectionist professor, and yet, he still listened to you yap away. He even offered to help you with your footnotes and citations, which you didn’t need, but the gesture was nice. If you had turned to Seungmin with your whining, he probably would've muted your notifications after three messages.

Regardless, all complaining aside, you did manage to pull through and finish the paper in the end, letting out a big sigh of relief the very second you clicked on the Send button on yours and your professor’s email thread just five minutes before the deadline.

Before you know it, it's already Saturday and Minho should be here any minute now so you two could go to the party. You’ve been working hard. You deserve to let a little loose tonight.

Even though a college party isn’t exactly your top choice of ways to wind down from stress, the mention of free and unlimited booze sure does sound alluring.

When your phone lights up with a simple i’m here from Minho, you quickly throw on a cardigan over a simple black camisole and denim shorts and check your makeup in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs. He texted you a couple hours ago, saying he had some stuff to pick up near your place and asking if you wanted to walk to Yeonjun’s together. You sent him back an enthusiastic yes!!! in a matter of seconds, because lord knows you’d rather not enter the front door of that house unaccompanied.

You opted for a simple fit tonight, mostly because you couldn’t be bothered to put on anything more decent only to go to the equivalent of a frat party.

“Hey, Min.” Your voice pulls him away from scrolling through his phone, diverting his attention to you instead.

“Hey,” he says, tucking the device into the pocket of his jeans. When he gives you a once-over, you do a little twirl for him, finishing off with an exaggerated kick of your foot at the end. “You look nice.”

“Just ‘nice’? I’m trying to get laid tonight. ‘Nice’ isn’t gonna cut it,” you joke.

He stares at you, a bashful expression befalling his features, the corner of his mouth lifted upward as he smiles in hubris. “You’re trying to get laid by whom?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “You tell me.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately before throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. One of his hands musses up your hair that you spent twenty minutes trying to make look perfect, prompting you to poke him in the side so he would let go of you.

“Hey!” you scowl, smoothing over the strands that he flicked out of place. “I worked hard on that!”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, clearly amused by the temporarily sulky look on your face. “Didn’t want you to look too pretty. Can’t have all of the attention on you. Someone might try to steal you away from me.”

“Did it occur to you that maybe I want some attention tonight? I’ve been a hermit all week, I deserve a little something.”

“Is my attention not enough for you?”

You squint at him for a second. Then, you start walking in the direction of Yeonjun’s house without waiting for him. You hear Minho launch a laugh your way, and the scuffling of his shoes on the concrete pavement as he easily catches up with you in a few strides.

He leans down to whisper directly into your ear, making your cheeks heat up but you’re glad that they’re partially masked by the poorly lit street. “You know you never have to try.”

The walk to the party takes about fifteen minutes. When you’re rounding the street corner that leads to Yeonjun’s place, you can already hear the booming music coming from the biggest house on the block. Even from a distance, you can see people on the lawn and the two balconies on the second floor. You gotta give it to the guy - he sure knows how to throw a party.

The second you enter the premises, you’re almost taken aback by how crowded it actually is even though you expected this. A typical Yeonjun party.

You tug on Minho’s shirt, beckoning him to bend down so you could talk into his ear over the sounds of bad EDM and people basically having to scream in each other’s faces. “Are Hyunjin and the others here yet?” you ask.

“They got here right before us. I think they’re in-”

“Y/N!” The two of you whip around at the sound of a shrill voice calling out your name. Yeonjun practically shoves his way through the crowd of people when he spots you, bounding up to you and Minho with a bright grin on his face. “Glad you could make it!” he says, paying no mind to the man next to you at all. He eyes you up and down, shamelessly tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Damn, you look really good tonight.”

You give him a playful eye roll. Nonetheless, you still tell him, “Thanks.”

“You look that good to come to my party?”

You don’t mind at all the fact that Yeonjun is a natural flirt. That’s just a part of his personality, he’s inherently charming like that. It’s harmless and it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. Everything is all in good fun.

“Would you believe me if I said this is what I’d wear on a midnight convenience store run?”

“Ouch, you wound me.” Yeonjun says, holding a hand over his heart to emphasize his point. “C’mon, you can admit it.”

You open your mouth, a quick comeback about to be thrown his way but Minho chimes in from beside you.

“You should believe her,” he deadpans, stepping closer to you, one of his hands grazing your back. He's even standing straighter, with his chest all puffed out. “She even dresses like that when she takes out the trash.”

You turn to gasp at him before punching him right in the pec. “Hey!” Yeonjun is all but forgotten in a blink of an eye, because you have to defend your honor first.

“What? I’ve seen you do it wearing this exact same outfit.”

“Stop lying. It’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? I distinctly remember you wearing this when you went to take out the trash that night a couple of weeks ago while we were hanging out at your place.”

“Nuh uh. I didn’t take out the trash that night,” you protest, frowning. “I made you throw it out for me on your way-”

Yeonjun interrupts you with a chuckle, glancing between you and Minho as he gives your friend's shoulder an awkward pat. They share a look that you don’t quite understand. “Alright, duly noted. I’m gonna make myself scarce,” he says. “Help yourselves. Booze is in the kitchen!”

After you’ve finally squeezed your way into the kitchen that’s overflowing with people, you narrow your eyes at Minho. “What was that about?”

“What?” He scans the selection of liquor bottles on the kitchen island before asking you, “Rum and Coke?”

Your favorite.

You nod eagerly, momentarily distracted before you have to circle back to your question.

“What was all that back there with Yeonjun, Mr. Grumpy Cat?”

“What was what?” He pulls out two solo cups from a nearby stack, along with some napkins, and meticulously wipes the plastic cups even though they look pretty clean to you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You raise a disbelieving eyebrow. He shrugs.

“I didn’t know you and Yeonjun were that close.” Minho seems casual as he tells you this, not looking at you as he fetches the necessary liquor and soda from the sea of glass and plastic bottles in front of you.

“We’re not. I’m kinda friends with him because Jess is friends with him.”

“Okay,” he acknowledges, though he doesn’t seem entirely pleased with… you don’t even know what. “I don’t like him. He’s loud.”

“That’s not a reason. Aren’t you friends with him too?”

You watch as he mixes your drinks, a sight you’re familiar with whenever you attend house parties together. He’s always your designated bartender.

One for you, one for him.

One part rum, two and a half parts coke.

“It is a reason. And ‘friends’ is a stretch,” he says, handing you your cup before he tends to his own. His has less liquor in it, because you both know you like yours stronger. “We’re acquaintances at best.”

“You’re loud too.”

“My brand of loud is different.”

“Is it?”

He gives you a look. An offended cat, if you’ve ever seen one.

“Well, Yeonjun’s not bad,” you tell him. You take a sip of the drink, then give him a subsequent thumbs-up. “He can be a bit much for some people, but I don’t really mind it.”

When he’s done, you both try to navigate the battlefield that is Yeonjun’s extremely cramped abode. You try to stay as close to him as possible, meaning away from the loud boys that are either trying to get shitfaced as quickly as possible, or trying to suck faces with any girl they could find as quickly as possible.

“Still. You don’t think the flirting was a bit much?”

Minho pulls you to him by your elbow when some guy - probably a little more than tipsy, judging by the unsteadiness of the legs that carry him - tries to bulldoze his way through the crowd behind you.

“He’s always like that. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s harmless.”

“If he asks you out, would you say yes?”

You blink at him in surprise, feeling like the question came out of nowhere. “What kind of question is that?”

“It’s just a question,” he says, then repeats himself. “So, if he asks you out, would you say yes?”

You let him guide you to a spot that’s more breathable, where people aren’t practically on top of each other trying to weave their way through. You think about it for a second, then realize that there isn’t much to think about. “No,” you say decisively.

Because it doesn’t make sense to envision you and Yeonjun together. You practically sit on two opposing ends of the same spectrum. People often say that opposites attract, but this isn’t one of those cases.

And… because you simply feel strange thinking about yourself and someone else. Like it's something you shouldn't do.

Minho gives you a hum in acknowledgment of your answer, which you barely catch over the loudness of the party. You do catch the hint of a smile that tugs at the corner of his lip though, before he cranes his neck to scan the room for any trace of your gang of thieves.

“If I didn’t know any better,” you run the words over in your head before you decide to utter them out loud. Like you told him just now, harmless, right? “I’d say you’re jealous of Yeonjun.”

He turns, stares at you for a moment with unreadable eyes.

“And what if I am?”

There’s something incredulous in the way you look at him. You think he would just wave you off or roll his eyes and move onto a new topic, not expecting him to fire back with a question you can’t really answer.

Or maybe he’s just playing along. You can’t tell.

“Am I that good in bed?” you chuckle, hoping he doesn’t notice the inkling of nervousness in your voice. “Did I do a number on you?”

He raises both eyebrows, pursing his lips as if in thought. Then, he answers, “Something like that.”

There’s a part of you that wants to dig deeper, to get him to say what he really means because there’s something in his eyes and there’s something in the way that his hand has moved to its designated place on the small of your back that makes your stomach roll with anticipation.

Again, you don’t like that he keeps getting harder for you to read.

You try to think of words to say, of questions to ask, though you know this party isn’t the best place to voice them. “What d-”

“There you are!” Hyunjin pops up from behind Minho, practically jumping onto his back like a jumpscare ghost in a horror game, startling the both of you and almost making the grumpy cat spill his drink. Minho groans as he tries to shove his friend off, before sending Hyunjin a glare that makes the man bow his head in apology. He promptly drags you to where your friends are gathered on a big couch near the back of the room - Chan and his girlfriend Jess, Seungmin, Changbin, along with a distinct absence of a few more faces.

“Where are the others?” you ask, plopping down next to Changbin, followed suit by Minho.

“Jisung is stuck finishing a project,” Chan informs you. “And Jeongin is taking his girl to that new drive-in movie place.”

“They’re still in their honeymoon phase?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Ah yes, young love. Good for them.”

You catch up with everyone about your week, about their week; gossip about how much Yeonjun might’ve spent on this party and where his family’s downright insane wealth actually comes from, about Seungmin’s on-and-off situationship (which might be more interesting than all of the above).

Minho remains seated next to you the entire time you’re all drinking and laughing with each other. He keeps subtly touching you one way or another - a hand on your back because no one’s really noticing, a shoulder brushing yours, a thigh touching yours, a knee nudging your own every now and then.

It’s not until you finish your drink that Minho asks if you want another one, then stands up to head to the kitchen when you say Yes, please.

The second he’s out of earshot, Hyunjin jumps into action, motioning for everyone to huddle together, like he’s about to share classified information.

“Minho is seeing someone,” he says immediately.

“What?” Changbin asks. You hope he doesn’t notice the way your body immediately stiffens at the conversation’s sudden turn. You try to look as nonchalant and quiet as possible, as if this is just a talk about the weather, missing the way a pair of eyes flits to you outside of your peripheral vision.

Hyunjin purses his lips, before clarifying, “I went through his phone last week.”

“You went through his phone?” Chan frowns, shaking his head disapprovingly. “That’s not cool, dude.”

“He was in the bathroom and his phone was just sitting there unlocked. Then he got a text and I had to!” Hyunjin holds up his hands defensively. “Anyway, I don’t know if they’re dating or if they’re just fooling around, but there is someone! He’s simping hard.”

“How do you know that?” Seungmin chimes in. “Do you even know who it is?”

“I don’t know who it is. That’s what I need you guys to help me find out. There wasn’t a name name. He just calls her his-”

“What on earth are you guys doing?” Minho’s voice makes everyone disperse, leaning back into their respective seats like they were caught doing something they shouldn’t. He sits down beside you again, handing you your cup back. You give him an appreciative but awkward smile. “What is Hyunjin blabbing about this time?”

“Nothing!” Hyunjin practically squeaks. The poor guy can’t spin a little white lie to save his life. Then he has the audacity to look offended as he gapes, “Also, why did you automatically assume it was me?”

“Because it’s always you at the scene of the crime.”

“It happened one time! No, twice. It was only those two ti-!”

Seungmin cuts in flatly. “He said you’re whipped for a girl you’re seeing.”

Everyone stops to stare at Minho. Even you turn your head to look at him, trying to gauge how he’ll respond to this. It makes you a little guilty, seeing that you’re part of the secret too, and yet he has to shoulder the lies by himself.

Well, technically, there hasn’t been any lying involved up until now. Just a simple withholding of the truth.

His face hardens for a brief moment, and you think he lets it show on purpose - his way of telling Hyunjin that he’s annoyed - because Minho can put on a flawless poker face when he wants to. There’s a couple of seconds where he clenches his jaw before he relaxes, the sharpness of his features softening as he shrugs off the accusation. “I am most certainly not whipped for anyone,” he says. “It’s just a casual thing.”

“If it’s just casual, why were you being so secretive about it, huh?” Hyunjin prods.

“I wasn’t being secretive. I just didn’t think it was anybody’s business,” Minho answers coolly.

“We’re your best friends! I tell you guys everything.”

“You sure do. Even things I’d rather not hear about.”

Jess and Changbin burst into light laughter, and you chuckle along with them but you don’t really find it that funny. You’re just trying to blend into the background, be a fly on the wall and observe how things unfold. Minho has assured you that there’s nothing for you to worry about, that there’s no way they could find out about the secret, but still.

Hyunjin groans exasperatedly. The nosiest drama queen you know. “Seriously, who’s the girl? I’m dying of curiosity here!”

“Drop it.” Minho glares at him.

“Just give me a hint! Is it someone we know?”

“You haven’t eaten tissues in a while, have you?”

“Try me. I’m not scared of you anymore.”

“Hyunjin, I swear to-”

“Okay!” Chan claps his hands together suddenly. “Let’s just all agree that we are all entitled to our privacy and people can share whatever they want with whoever they want when they’re comfortable, yeah?”

Everyone nods in agreement, except for Hyunjin who narrows his eyes petulantly at Minho as if to say This isn’t over. No one wants to poke a disgruntled tiger, let alone about something he seems so disinterested in sharing. Minho has always been a notoriously private person, even with the rest of the group.

Changbin shuffles a new topic into the mix to move things along, which you aren’t very keen on contributing to at the moment. When no one seems to be looking, Minho places a hand on your knee, rubbing it soothingly as if he can sense the unease that you’re feeling. It makes you glance at him, though neither of you says anything. You just look at each other for a moment, then turn back to the group when someone calls your name.

Two hours and three rum and coke’s later, you were coming down from a good high when someone suggested ditching Yeonjun’s party to go to a club.

Normally, you would say no. You could only do one social event at a time, needing to recharge your metaphorical battery before you let yourself be dragged into the next one.

But you decided to make an exception for tonight.

Though, you promptly realized that it was probably a mistake.

You prefer the loudness of Yeonjun’s party than here. It’s loud and crowded, since it’s a Saturday night, and since it’s a club. The air is sticky and stuffy. The lights are perpetually blinding and headache-inducing. You’re not even on the dancefloor; you’re just hovering near the entrance and the bar, and there’s still barely any room to move. People keep trying to shove you out of their way, even with Minho attempting to act as your human shield.

You let your displeasure be known through a deep frown.

Minho catches onto your chagrin almost immediately. “What’s wrong?” he asks, leaning close to your ear to make sure you hear him over the music.

“Too many people,” you try to raise your voice so the booming noises don’t drown you out. “Can we go somewhere over there?”

He turns around, taps on Chan’s shoulder to get his attention before gesturing vaguely to that spot near the back that you just pointed out to him, presumably to let the others know that you’ll be wandering over there.

He takes your hand and leads the way. In the back, it’s still loud but less deafening than before, and much less crowded compared to the areas surrounding the dance floor.

“Better?” he asks.

You lean against the wall though you probably shouldn’t. The ick is apparent, but at this point in the night, you yourself are already feeling pretty gross anyway.

“A little bit,” you say. “Thanks.”

“You wanna go home? We can leave if you want.”

“Without saying goodbye?”

“Did you know that people who leave parties without saying goodbye save two days a year? It’s been researched.”

You rephrase your words so Minho would understand better. “Without Hyunjin’s permission?”

“Hyunjin has been pissing me off plenty all week. I can play my card for you.”

“What card?”

“The ‘I don’t give a fuck’ card.”

You tilt your head, clearly amused. “And how does that usually work out for you?”

“I don’t care how it works out because Hyunjin is not gonna do anything to me.” He shrugs. “Besides, I can always just throw him in the airfryer when he gets too annoying.”

This makes you laugh, recalling the exact moment Minho brought up the legendary instructions on how to cook Hyunjin.

“How violent,” you comment with a snort.

“He deserves it.”

“You know you still have a soft spot for him,” you say.

“I have a soft spot for you,” he replies.

“Now look who’s trying to get laid.”

He grins. “Could you blame me?”

Some drunk girls stumble into your space on their way to the bathroom, bumping into you, pushing you into Minho’s body where he instinctively puts a hand on your back to keep you steady. You glance up at him after the girls have safely arrived at the bathroom, only to find him already staring down at you. His back is turned toward where the lights are coming from and the angle shrouds his face in darkness, but you can still make out the stars twinkling in his eyes.

The sudden lack of space between your bodies makes your breath hitch.

“Are you still drunk?” he asks.

“No. Not really.” You don’t like the way your voice comes out small, vulnerable.

“I…” he starts, hesitating for a moment before he continues. His eyes flicker to your lips, and the breath that was previously caught in your throat further thickens. “Fuck, I really want to kiss you right now.”

For some reason, your heart leaps to your throat. It’s probably because of the remnants of alcohol refusing to leave your system, because how else would you explain the way your pulse quickens just from hearing those words coming from him?

He bites his lip, similar to how Yeonjun did it just a few hours ago, but seeing Minho do it is at least a hundred times more enticing.

You want him to kiss you too. You really do.

“What if the others see?” you protest meekly, but you’re already staring at his mouth, finding yourself gravitating toward him like he’s got you hypnotized.

“We’re all the way back here,” he tells you. “They won’t see anything.”

He leans closer until his lips are brushing yours. With a hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head, he meets your mouth in a soft kiss, which is a stark contrast to the upbeat and booming music blasting all around you. Some guy drunkenly gives you two a sleazy whistle, the sound coming from somewhere on your right, but neither of you pays it any attention.

Your hands come to clutch at the collar of his shirt like a lifeline. He’s never kissed you outside of the comfort of your bedroom before, let alone amidst a sea of people like this. It feels strange to be intimate with him in public, but at the same time, it excites you. There’s still a sense of anonymity because you’re camouflaged by the lights, masked by the darkness, hiding in plain sight.

The kiss gets more heated. He guides you a step back until you’re all pressed up against the wall, your hands tangling in his hair, tugging on it the way he likes that makes him groan against your mouth. He sucks on your bottom lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, the wet muscle dancing with yours, making your knees buckle. It’s dizzying. It makes your head spin, and you don’t know if it’s because there’s still enough residual alcohol in your system to knock your world off its axis, or if it’s just him.

The hand previously on your hips sneaks underneath your shirt to rub at your bare skin. He gropes your breasts over the bralette you chose to wear tonight, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm, all the while slotting one of his legs between yours to help you grind on him. Your clothed cunt rolls over the denim of his jeans, and even though the friction is coarse and your movements are limited in this crowded space, the pleasure still sets your entire body alight. Minho spreads all over you like wildfire, and Minho consumes you like a hurricane.

You moan into his mouth when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, over the flimsy material of your undergarment. “Min,” you whimper desperately. You don’t know if he can hear you over the obnoxiously loud sounds coming from the speakers littered all over the place, but he groans against your mouth regardless. Almost like the nickname is driving him crazy.

He pulls back just slightly, to let the both of you catch your breath. “Should we go back to yours?” he asks, eyes still focused on your mouth.

You nod eagerly. You know you must be wet as hell right now, and if you have to wait any longer, you will probably explode from frustration. You might just drag him into that disgusting bathroom over there and let him have his way with you, but you will definitely regret it afterward because it’s a bathroom in a nightclub. It’s beyond revolting.

He helps you smooth out your hair, gentle and tender. In turn, you wipe your lipstick smudges on his face. Instead of taking you by the hand like he did earlier, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and navigates the two of you through the crowd, shielding you from anyone who might bump into you. You lean into the touch; it’s just comforting.

As you make your way back to the group - or what’s left of the group at the moment - his hand drops to his side again. There’s an inkling of disappointment that blossoms in you, but it dissipates quickly when Hyunjin spots you and lights up. Him and Seungmin are at the bar, seemingly trying to get the bartender’s attention. Changbin is next to them, but he doesn’t seem to care about anything other than the girl he’s chatting with. You try to scan the crowd for Chan and Jess, and find them a couple minutes later, standing in a corner, pressed up against each other just like you and Minho moments ago.

“Where did you run off to?” Hyunjin asks. Clearly Chan was too preoccupied with his girlfriend to relay the information.

“It’s too loud in here, I was getting a headache,” you say, only half a lie. You know your face must still be flushed from your impromptu makeout session, but you hope your friend can’t see the rosy shade painting your skin under all the flashing lights. “Min and I just went back there to see if it was quieter.”

“Okay.” He seems to believe you. “We’re trying to get drinks! You want anything?”

“I think I’m gonna just go home. You guys stay and have fun though.”

Hyunjin looks at you like he’s so flabbergasted. “It’s not even 3AM yet!”

“Headache,” you say, pointing to your temple with an exaggeratedly pained expression on your face. “I’ll stay out all night with you next time.”

“But-!” The second he opens his mouth to protest, Minho cuts in sharply, his tone leaving no room for anyone to argue despite the gigantic pout on Hyunjin’s face.

“I’m gonna take her home and call it a night too,” he simply says.

Hyunjin groans, but he relents in the end, muttering to you something that sounds like “You owe me one,” when you go to hug him goodbye. Before you and Minho can reach the door, you hear your man child of a friend call after you two in his pterodactyl voice, “Don’t make Minho’s girl jealous!”

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project: make you love me (jyh) | one.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.1k

—chapter warning: cussing/mature language, insecurities/overthinking, yunho also has some slight insecurities, seonghwa and sneaky links, hyunjin (skz) and yeonjun (txt) are part of oc's friend/dance group

Seonghwa doesn't really like to text or call you unless it's convenient for him. There are days where you two can engage in a normal conversation, days where Seonghwa will call you to apologize for whatever he did wrong [he normally doesn't know, but he'll do it so you aren't angry anymore], days where Seonghwa will send something that 'made him think of you' and it puts a smile on your face.

So, you do the same.

Except, it's another one of those days or nights where your texts to him go unanswered. Call unanswered. It most likely means one thing and one thing only, but you don't really wanna go there as much as you know you should.

Now, you feel dumb. You feel like you shouldn't have sent him that stupid bunny video or sent him that gameplay clip. He probably read it and tossed it aside as if it were nothing. Or maybe, he just forgot to respond. Cause that happens, right? But if it happens often, should you even cut him that slack anymore?

As you step out of the car with Seungmin, you catch a glimpse of Seonghwa stepping out of his car with another senior— another girl. Her name is Eunji, you think. Or is it Hyeri? You're not sure, you don't have much connection to the seniors besides Seonghwa.

He doesn't even go that far with you on campus.

People know you two have a casual thing going on, but of course, he doesn't go around flaunting it. He doesn't say much about you, doesn't always acknowledge you. And people brush it off because it's Seonghwa.

It's how he is.

That must be how things go with him.

After all, you've agreed to be casual, to be a body— a number to him.

Silly, Y/N.

You should've just gone there; you should've just accepted the fact so this would hurt a little less.

"You have literature, right? In the library?" Seungmin knows what you're focused on, so he tries to divert your attention before you fall too deep in your thoughts. A little too late, but you appreciate Seungmin for always catching on.

"Yeah. Ugh, dread that class so much." You scroll through your phone again, hoping you just missed a text. Nothing.

"Sorry. It'll be over soon." He tries to reassure you. "I'll walk with you."'

"Statistics?" You look up at him and he nods. "Soobin's already there?"

"Hope so. Science building isn't too far from the library." Seungmin does a slight head nod. "Just not sure how he still manages to be late sometimes." You chuckle and shrug.

"Those labs can run late."

"Touché. It shouldn't take him more than 5 minutes to jog over though."

"Cut him some slack."

"Nah." Seungmin clicks his teeth. "That's how we lose the best seats in class. In the back." He sighs. "Anyway, meet you after class? Is Chaery just gonna meet us at the studio later since she doesn't have class?"

"Yeah, think so." You swing the door open to the library and drag yourself up the steps, dread and anxiety settling into the pits of your stomach. Not only did you despise this class, but now, you felt like your thoughts were everywhere. Hopefully, you'll be able to push them aside once your professor steps through the door. You can't afford to get another bad grade on an assignment.

Wishful thinking.

Because you're incredibly distracted, even as class starts— even as Dr. Nelson puts on the remaining few minutes of the movie you started last class. You can't help but think about the situation you've gotten yourself into with Seonghwa, and why you suddenly felt so.. out of place. It felt so unusual, so far out of reach. The only thing you can admit is that you're holding on because of how many months it's been. It may not mean much to him, but to you, time is always precious, always valuable. Sure, you might have been able to hold onto him much longer than his past flings. Sure, he calls you his baby. Sure, he knows how to do you right when you're alone. But, how much longer can you keep making excuses for him?

What exactly are you holding onto at this point? A pile of empty promises that sit on shaky foundation?

You are worth more than that.

Silly, Y/N.

You look up a few times to pay some attention to the movie, doodling on your notebook in between scenes. Luckily, the last 30 minutes of the movie goes by much quicker than you expect. One minute, you're attempting to draw the prettiest building on campus; the next, Dr. Nelson is shutting off the movie before directing his attention back to the class.

"Alright, please take this time to discuss your thoughts on the movie with the person next to you and get started on your review if you'd like. It'll be due next class and I expect to see some detailed reviews with references to at least 3 scenes." Yunho's eyes subtly drift towards you, down to your notebook, then back up to you. He can tell something's bothering you, and if he could take a wild guess, he'd probably assume it's from the other night. This feels difficultly awkward because you're the only person next to him and he has to engage in conversation with you even though it's obvious you're not really up to it.

"So.. what did you think about the movie?" The deep voice next to you pulls you out of your thoughts, causing you to slowly turn your head towards him. The voice belongs to none other than senior, Jeong Yunho, who awkwardly [yet patiently] waits for your answer. You had no idea Yunho had slipped into the seat next to you this entire time— clearly distracted by your mind, your worries. He sits with a curious expression, though it's soft and nothing hostile. Your eyes quickly observe him; he's in this black tee, black cargo joggers, Nike Georgetown dunks and a backwards black hat. You had always thought Jeong Yunho was attractive, but he was incredibly quiet and reserved. Not much of a social butterfly, you suppose. Just didn't like getting close to people and always had his head down in the books. Super smart and at the top of the class. Not a mean bone in his body even though he seemed like he could be mean, intimidating.

He just.. enjoyed his own company.

"I, uh—" You pause. "Thought it was pretty intense." What else can you say? You were only stuck with this literature class because you needed an elective to fill up credits. "What about you?"

"Same. I thought it was more saddening, though. You can definitely tell they tried to incorporate as much of the book in the movie as possible, especially with Elizabeth's emotions. I'd say they did a good job of portraying the repercussions of her actions—" He goes on but he stops when he realizes you're staring at him blankly. "Mm, sorry, yeah that's about it."

"No, no. That's a good observation. I just don't know how to word my thoughts correctly." He nods.

"Understandable." He tears his eyes away from you to begin doodling in his own notebook.

"Sorry, I'm not that great at this. I hope you don't think I tried to discredit your thoughts or make you feel like I wasn't listening." His eyes shoot back up to you as he lets out a small chuckle.

"It's alright. It's not the most interesting topic of literature anyway."

"That review for homework is gonna take me forever." He's back to paying attention to his doodles at this point, but you decide to continue speaking anyway. "Hey, if you're not busy, do you.. think you could take a look at my review before it's due?"

"Me?" He asks just to make sure you were talking to him.

"Yes." You respond softly with a nod. "I mean, again. If you're not busy. I could just really use the support since I haven't done that great with the last assignments. I can't seem to paint the picture Dr. Nelson wants and you seem to have a good perspective that could help me."

"Uh, sure." He shrugs.

"I can just send it to you whenever I finish."

"Sounds good."

"Thanks for your help, Yunho." You say and he pauses doodling. Yunho wasn't even sure you knew his name, so hearing it roll off your tongue caught him by surprise. He wasn't even sure you could put the name to a face since this is the first class he's ever had with you. Yeah, he's a senior and people are bound to know him by now, but that wasn't exactly his expectation either. He just wanted to focus on school and get out of here, build his life and make his mom proud. You— you're pretty well known across campus due to how well you get along with people. It might not be everybody, but Yunho has heard about how nice you are and how endearing you and your friends are.

He's also heard about the other things, but he'd rather not think about all the personal shit people like to pass around about your 'relationship' with Seonghwa. It's not his business and he's not one to meddle.

"You're welcome, Y/N." You give him a small smile and return to your own books.

After discussion ends, the class is dismissed and you're off to the dance studio with your friends before your last class of the day. You gather your things together shortly after Yunho does, walking out of the classroom just to be greeted by the image of Seonghwa laughing and talking with that same girl in his class. You pause in your tracks, making Yunho stop behind you since you were slightly blocking the way to the stairs. You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling your chest tighten with the anxiety bubbling in your stomach yet once again—

"Y/N!" Soobin waves as he and Seungmin walk out of their own classroom next door.

"Hey." You step aside, finally giving Yunho some room to move past you. "Oh, sorry."

"You're good." Yunho says before rushing down the steps. To be honest, he feels a bit bad knowing what he's heard about you two. He caught the way you froze just because Seonghwa was around another girl. He doesn't talk to him, but it doesn't take much for Yunho to know that he's the biggest asshole he has ever come across. He's cool with Seonghwa's bestfriend Mingi, and on occasion, he has brought up the things Seonghwa has done. He's not sure how Seonghwa could work through a whole list of girls, hurting them and dumping them off to the side when he's decided he's finished. Especially you— stringing you along for months, keeping you around like you're special to him when you're clearly not.

You know this, so why don't you leave?

Yunho doesn't understand and won't try to. He just knows you deserve better than Seonghwa. You must have tried so hard to be that girl who could change him. Sad how that worked out for you and the rest of the girls who thought the same.

"What's wrong?" Soobin looks at you, confused. You shake your head and start to lead the way towards the recreation center, head hung low.

"Nothing. Just tired." Soobin and Seungmin shrug as they follow.

"Well, how was class?" Seungmin chimes in.

"We just finished the movie and had a discussion. Definitely not looking forward to the review I have to do for homework. I'm so tired of Dr. Nelson chewing my head off for not being descriptive enough. What more does he want from me? I'm trying." You groan a bit.

"Why don't you just ask him for help, Y/N?"

"No, he's mean."

"Okay, then why don't you ask someone in class to review your stuff before sending it in?"

"I did. I asked Yunho."

"The senior, Jeong Yunho?" Soobin asks. "Random, but okay."

"I didn't even realize he sat next to me in class until he started talking to me during the discussion."

"He's pretty quiet. I'm surprised he even talked to you." Seungmin adds.

"Mm, he kinda had to.” You chuckle a bit. “But, he agreed to look over my review. He was really into the movie we watched. I felt bad. He was trying to explain his thought process and I probably looked so confused and uninterested."

"Ah, no biggie. I'm sure he didn't think of it that way. You'll be fine."

"Hope so." You pout a bit. As the three of you exit, Seonghwa is still lingering around with that girl, Mingi and San. They seem to be having a good time, laughing off to the side of the library entrance and talking loudly. When your eyes meet his, he doesn't do much to acknowledge you, nor do his friends.

Per usual.

Quite frankly, this is how you two are in public, on campus. Mingi and San would never say shit, even if they [somehow] didn't agree with Seonghwa's doings. Seonghwa likes to keep things distant, hidden, so he can make room for the next girls he's after— even if he strings you along.

They let him.

You let him.

It's funny [more dumb than anything] how quick he drains your mood. Soobin and Seungmin are no strangers to this whole thing. Being that they're your bestfriends and roommates, they know everything. They know the triggers. They know how long he's strung you along, they know how he treats you, they know that no matter how much they try to tell you to leave him alone— you won't. And that's what sucks the most. Because they don't ever wanna see you hurt, no. But who are they to tell you what to do and not to do? They can't force you, even if though it's clear this is no good for you.

He is no good for you.

"Y/N, come on. Don't worry about him." Soobin lets out a sigh.

"He's such an asshole, you know? Don't you get tired?" Seungmin chimes in after what he saw this morning, annoyed at how Seonghwa could treat you like an object so easily.

"Min, not now. She still has another class to get to later today."

"I'm just saying."

"No, he's right." You say softly before looking at Seungmin. "You're right. I just.. don't know. It's my own problem, I guess. But yeah, I do get tired."

"Leave him. He's full of shit." Seungmin says. "You know how I feel about it, he doesn't deserve you. That's all."

"Alright, well enough of that." Soobin says, worried that this will keep steer your focus away for the remainder of the day. And to be honest, it'll continue to. But, what can you do? You just haven't had enough courage to step away. It's the fucking hold Seonghwa has on you. It's like every time you think about ending it and walking away for good, he comes back around, whispering sweet nothings to keep you close;

Making you forget about every single thing you had ever thought about.

"The showcase is coming up. We need to finalize the last of our piece so that we can just clean for the remainder of the time until then." Soobin says as a reminder to pull you and Seungmin away from the awfully painful and awkward topic. You and your friends started your own dance group on campus, slowly gaining popularly and invites to perform at certain events on campus after you and your group took it upon yourselves to grab small opportunities to perform around town and at the nearby mall.

It's not a huge dance group, but it was still a good group. It consisted of all your good friends, with Soobin being the captain, making sure all logistics and the timeline of practices/events were followed thoroughly. There weren't any seniors involved, more of you and your junior friends, a handful of sophomores, a sprinkle of a few freshmen, handful of mutual friends outside of school. This is also how Seonghwa found out about you. He saw you and your friends perform last semester's spring showcase, introducing himself with the sweetest compliments.

You're so talented.

Beautiful.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of you.

If only you knew.

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"We fucking did it!" Hyunjin yells. "They're literally screaming so loud for us out there!" He says happily as the show closes out. And you were proud too, so proud that your group was getting that kind of attention tonight. You all worked hard to create a piece that was completely different from before— something more aggressive, more hardcore and intense. Something other than the usual, just to show everybody that you all were capable of doing things differently.

You continue to hug your group mates, taking pictures with each other backstage until you all make your way outside to greet family members and other friends. While looking for your mom and older sister amongst the crowded lobby, someone else came into your view with a soft smile and a sparkle in their big eyes.

Park Seonghwa.

Maybe he was lost and looking for someone else?

You had heard so much about the senior, heard so much about how every single girl tries to grab his attention knowing damn well he doesn't do relationships and messes around. Though, you look at his face and you can understand why— he was so, so fucking beautiful. So attractive, perfectly built and tall. Had plump pink lips and a gorgeous smile with those pearly whites. His soft, black hair framed his face, while he wore iron grey contacts that brought out the shape of his eyes. But even then, you knew better than to get caught up with his antics. You lasted this long without getting wrapped up into his bullshit; you were hoping to continue the streak.

"Hey, Y/N right?" He asks with his hands in his pockets.

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm—"

"Park Seonghwa. I know." You interrupt him and he smirks.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that you did amazing up there. You're so talented, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."

"Thanks." You give him a soft, shy smile as he continues to stare at you, observing you from head to toe.

"Y/N! Found your mom and sis! Let's go eat!" Soobin calls from behind, gesturing for you to come. You smile at your sister while your mom sits contently in her wheelchair. You turn to Seonghwa, who is surprisingly still standing there.

"I uh, should probably get going. But, thank you again."

"Wait." He tries to stop you. "Do you think I can grab your number? Maybe we can hang out some time, let me tag along during your practice or something?" You nod silently, taking his phone to plug in your number before handing it back to him. He gives your phone a quick call before ending it and tucking the phone back into his pocket. "That's me. Text you later?"

"Sure."

"Have a good rest of your evening, beautiful." You blush as you slowly turn on your heel, biting onto your bottom lip while walking towards your family and Soobin.

"What was that about?" Your older sister and mom tease.

"Nothing, he just wanted to congratulate me, is all."

"Sure, I didn't know that included asking for phone numbers." She giggles. "He's a cutie."

"Yeah, he is." You walk behind your mom and sister, only for Soobin to grab your wrist gently and give you a look.

"Please don't. You know how he is."

"It's harmless, Soob. I promise."

♣︎ END

That afternoon, practice ends well, with Hyunjin and Yeonjun finishing up the choreography for the remainder of the piece that you would perform at the fall showcase. The rest of the weeks would focus on formation, cleaning and making sure everyone was on the same page before the showcase. It ends right before your 6PM class, leaving Soobin, Seungmin and Chaeryeong to linger around outside of the gym before parting ways with you. You slow your pace when your phone starts buzzing, signaling a few texts.

seonghwa: lol cute

seonghwa: sorry baby, just getting to these

seonghwa: come over?

You roll your eyes, though you'd end up seeing him anyway. This definitely had something to do with the way he saw you earlier after your class at the library. Such a silly fucking cycle, isn't it? But, this is your own doing.

you: have class till 8pm, remember?

seonghwa: right, sorry. i can come pick you up after, just wanna see you and spend time with you

you: okay, but please don't be late

seonghwa: ofc not, ill be there

"Hey, do you need me to wait? I know you tagged along with Soobin this morning." Chaery gently squeezes your arm and you shake your head. The boys are waiting ahead with their bags slung over their shoulders, sweat still glistening on their faces even in this unexpectedly cold afternoon.

"No, it's fine." You give her a look and she understands.

"You're seeing him, aren't you?" She asks lowly and you nod. "Okay, well he better fucking pick you up on time. Call me if he doesn't."

"I will. Don't worry." She gives you a reassuring smile.

"Love you, see you later?"

"Make sure they don't burn down the kitchen tonight since they offered to cook." She rolls her eyes.

"More like that'll end up being on me, watch." She gives you a look before your roommates are giving you one last goodbye.

The walk back to campus is rather lonely, with everyone you know already finished with classes for the day. You kick the rocks beneath your feet, tugging onto your jacket sleeves as you slowly take yourself to class. The wind is picking up already, making it known that the evening would be even colder.

You hope Seonghwa arrives at his usual pick up spot in time. Usually he does. Most occasions, he doesn't.

And the latter seems to be the case tonight. There haven't been any texts to indicate that he's on his way or that he's arrived, even as class ends. The wind is heavier now, the cold harsh enough to ache your bones. You didn't dress well for this after practice, nor did you properly know how to since the majority of the day consisted of perfectly warm weather.

This fucking sucks.

You slowly walk towards the spot after class, hoping it could by you some time— maybe [hopefully] Seonghwa would finally text you and tell you he was on his way. Yet, even as you get to the back of the recreation center, you still receive absolutely nothing. You sit at the bus stop behind the center and near the tennis courts, knowing Seonghwa usually comes to pick you up on this street since no one likes to park at the farthest back-end lot of the campus. The recreation center itself was already far away from the main campus buildings, so people didn't like taking that extra walk.

"Fuck, it's cold." You mutter to yourself as you dig your hands into your zip-up as much as possible, hoping to shield your hands from the cold. Your nose is starting to feel numb as you sniff away, checking both ends of the street for any sign of a car approaching.

chaery: he better have picked you up already or else i'm on my way, y/n

You sigh heavily at the text and respond.

you: yeah, i'm with him, it's fine.

chaeryeong: don't lie to me!

you: seriously. all good, babe. love you, see you later.

Meanwhile, as Yunho starts to cross the bridge to head into the back-end parking lot of the recreation center, he spots someone sitting at the nearby bus stop in the cold. He continues to tread slowly, head still fixated on your figure as he tries to get a better look at—

You.

Its you.

Yunho doesn't realize until he gets to his car, lazily tossing his bag into his trunk. He knows it's you, even from afar. He's seen you sit in that same seat before, waiting for that punkass to pick you up. Unbelievable. Although you haven't talked much to each other, Yunho feels like he should at least ask if you're okay. Especially with the way you sweetly apologized to him in class [though he didn't particularly take offense to anything]. Before he could decide, his feet are already taking him over to the bus stop.

It's freezing, why the fuck were you out here waiting for Seonghwa?

Was he late?

Just as he reaches halfway across the lot, he pauses. A car pulls up to the side and you immediately stand to toss your bag in the back seat and climb into the passenger's. When you swing the passenger door open, he catches a quick glimpse of Seonghwa in a hoodie, watching as you climb in. Yunho must look pretty dumb, but he's still at a relatively good distance for you to even notice.

That goddamn prick can't even take a moment to open your door even after being late.

It's what he could do, at the very fucking least.

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[click here for this series's masterlist to read previous chapters, general warnings, and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], angst, crying, lots of plot, mentions of food and eating, DADDY KINK, fingering, riding, car sex, gentle sex/make-up sex, oral, tit sucking, lmk if i missed anything!]

*sorry for any grammar errors; i've been so out of it lately

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chapter 12, part 2: can't let you go

"fuck," you breathed out, yeonjun's fingers buried deep inside you. he smirked as he continued to finger your g-spot.

"god, i'm so lucky i get a turn with you, even if it's just a little bit," yeonjun smirked as you bit down on your lip to conceal your moans before letting lose on his fingers. he pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to his lips, tasting your arousal as you came down from your orgasm.

"consider this my graduation gift to you," you said seductively as you looked straight into his eyes, "i should get going now. you wouldn't want me to miss out on my beauty sleep for the ceremony tomorrow, right?" he chuckled sexily before giving you another kiss on your neck.

you would've stayed longer and let him fuck you, but the sight of all the christmas decorations in the frat house were throwing you off because you knew you'd be alone for the holidays yet again this year.

"are you sure you're alright with going home on your own?" yeonjun asked as he escorted you to the door, his hand on your lower back. "i'll be fine," you smiled and nodded as you exited. with one last wave, you were on your way, ready to go home and forget the whole night.

but first you had to endure another awkward underground train ride, hopefully with no surprise encounters this time.

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the second you stepped into your house, you let a waterfall of tears explode from your eyes, and you could somehow sense perry's concern from seeing you like this although he was literally a blind cave tetra.

through your tears, you stumbled into your room and quickly changed, now sobbing into your pillow.

you hated yourself for letting him in. you felt stupid for following your heart. you knew in the back of your mind that you shouldn't mess with him, but you couldn't stop your heart from influencing your decisions.

you turned over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling with tears streaming down your face while the neighbor's blinding christmas lights beamed through your closed blinds, giving your eyes another reason to burn.

jake took up such a big portion of your heart although you hated to admit it.

seeing him with another girl stung so badly because you-

whatever. no you didn't.

it only pained you because that it had to be that girl in particular.

does he know what she did? what she said? when she told you to stay away, was it him using her as a messenger?

these thoughts only made you sob more as you held onto the plushie that you knew was his favorite.

holding the plushie made you wonder if he'd ever be back in your room, snuggled up next to you as he rubbed his face on the plushie's soft fuzz. you tried to push away the thought of him only coming back to collect his clothes from the drawer that was designated for the stuff he'd change into if he didn't pack a bag before staying the night.

another thing you hated to admit was that your mom was right.

you remembered the text she sent you earlier when she said 'he doesn't love you,' and it only crushed your heart even more to realize that your bitch of a mom actually said something that could be true.

should you just move on? should you give in and move back to your family's house after graduation? you pushed that thought away immediately because there was no way in hell that you'd ever put yourself through the torture of going back there. but still, it was a thought nonetheless.

you pondered about if you could even go back to your "old life." the life you were living before jake. your normal life.

because nothing about this situation was normal.

you drifted off to sleep with a mind full of hopeless thoughts and hypotheticals, the cold winter air seeping through your blanket as your lonely reality settled in.

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today is supposed to be one of the most exciting days of your entire life; a day of recognizing the past 4 years you spent doing countless hours of homework while running on 2 hours of sleep.

instead you felt empty.

of course, you were proud of yourself for your accomplishments because you worked your ass off for this degree, but you couldn't help but feel a profound emptiness. you had no family in the crowd watching you proudly as you received your diploma. no mom, no dad, no siblings, no jake.

but you were thankful that yeji, jeongin, and even their families were there to cheer you on when no one else was there for you.

after the ceremony, everyone walked around saying their thank yous and goodbyes to people that they knew they would never see or talk to again. while everyone was all emotional, yeji was prancing over to you, jeongin following behind her. the sight of both of them making you crack a genuine smile for the first time in the past few days.

"look at it and all its glory," yeji said in a singsong tone, showing you and jeongin her graduation certificate with her name on it in a fancy font.

"we should go out for dinner," jeongin beamed, "to celebrate, you know?" yeji nodded excitedly as you smiled sheepishly, really not in the mood to go out for a celebration.

"maybe another day," you faked a smile, "i'm still pretty worn out from last night."

"yeah, she has a point," yeji agreed, the three of you coming to an agreement that you'd go out some other time, "plus, my family decided to surprise me with a vacation as a graduation gift!" your eyes widened in surprise.

"oh yeah, that reminds me," jeongin recalled, "i'm visiting family for the holidays, so i'll be a bit busy too."

you were happy for them, of course, but now you knew that you were fully going to be alone this holiday season, both of your best friends having something to do with their families.

immediately after you three went your separate ways for the holidays, you felt someone's arm drape around your shoulder which startled you. you look over your shoulder and met eyes with yeonjun, who you completely forgot was there despite his name being called during the ceremony.

"wanna chill at my place tonight?" he asked flirtatiously, "we can finish what we started, baby." your eyes widened from hearing a man who isn't jake call you 'baby.'

"hmm," you pretended to think although you already knew your answer, "maybe another time, pretty boy." you mindlessly flirted back, touching the side of his neck which made his face flush red.

"any time is cool with me, beautiful," he responded, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, "you know how to reach me and where to find me." you nodded before the two of you went your separate ways.

if trying to forget about jake by hanging out with other guys was a good thing, why did it feel so bad?

why did it feel wrong every time another man put his hands all over you? why did you feel so sick every time you thought about jake being tangled up in his sheets with another girl?

it's not like he was your boyfriend, so why did it matter? in fact, you shouldn't care at all; what he does when he isn't with you is none of your business.

it just stung to know that you were most likely not his only one.

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you looked goofy on the underground train again; holding a graduation cap that wouldn't fit in the bag you brought to the ceremony.

for someone who just graduated university, you looked empty and unhappy. you stared blankly into space until it was time to get off the train.

you would've taken another train to go into town to treat yourself, but you were experiencing too many emotions to be around people for any longer, so you just decided to walk the rest of the way home even though the sky was growing dark by the minute.

the cold air touched your skin the second you got outside, promptly causing you to zip your puffy jacket up.

in silence, you began to head in the direction where your house as light snow fell. the cold air somehow made you feel lonelier; probably because jake wasn't there to hold you the way he usually did. the lack of his presence subconsciously made tears run down your face.

you didn't really notice that you began crying; you just felt the tears falling down your face. you allowed them to stream down your face, not putting in the effort to wipe them until you got to your front door.

once you got inside, you repeated what your new reality would be:

come home.

maybe make something to eat.

feed the fish.

go to sleep.

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christmas eve.

a day that you've been dreading since the month of december rolled around because you had a strong feeling that you'd be spending the holidays alone.

unfortunately, that suspicion was confirmed in the worst possible way.

you decided to head to the local market to pick up some christmasy food for yourself so that you wouldn't be completely devoid of the holiday vibes. zipping up your puffy jacket and slipping on some pretty fur boots (that you got with your allowance from jake), you left to head to the market.

something about walking on a winter afternoon was soothing, and you felt at ease for the first time in days as you looked around at the snow-covered holiday decorations around town before arriving at the store.

you picked up a small cake along with a few other things that you could eat tonight and probably for the next few days. the cashier who rang up your items did not look very happy to be working on christmas eve, but you gave them a warm smile followed by a 'happy holidays' once you finished paying. you knew how it felt to be unhappy during the holidays, so you wanted to spread as much joy as you could muster up.

groceries in hand, you made your way back home where you'd be spending the whole day.

no family to go to.

no friends to go to.

no jake.

no one but yourself.

it fucking sucked, but you had to get over it. besides, you could have fun on your own, right?

you turned the corner into your driveway and saw a car that looked sort of familiar in your peripheral, but you shrugged it off. it wasn't until you got to your front door where you couldn't shrug off what was there. or more like who was there.

"jake," you sighed, "what are you doing here?" he looked up at you as if he was startled by the sound of your voice. you immediately noticed that his brown puppy-dog eyes were glossy and red once you locked eyes with him. he looked like he'd either been crying, smoking weed, or both. "come on, how long have you been sitting here waiting for me? you could've sat in your car, you know?" you rambled on as you unlocked your door, letting him in first.

"so, what's this all about?" you huffed out, even though you already knew why he was there, as you set your groceries down on your countertop.

"y/n, i just really need to explain everything," he blurted out frantically, "please hear me out."

jake was practically begging you at this point, his heart tearing itself up at the sight of your expression that was speaking for itself; an expression that read 'i never want to see you again.'

you motioned for him to continue to which he sighed in relief that you were actually willing to listen to him.

"i need you to listen to me. without you, i wouldn't have much going on in my life; i'd be so lonely without you, so empty. who else will i have to go out to dinner with? go out shopping with? to spoil?-"

"her. that's who," you said with a cold tone, "jake, i know what i saw, and you know what you did. but do you know what she did? what she said? ever since i started talking to you, she's come to the bar just to taunt and trash me; she even went as far as slapping me the last time i encountered her! i can't even make up shit like this. seeing you with the girl who belittled me, or really just any other girl in general, hurt like hell. you have no fucking idea how these past few days have been. if there's one thing i want to say right now, jake, it's that i'm not a fucking charity case, and i refuse to be treated as such. so if those were your intentions ever since we first met, t-then just... go." you felt your heart tie itself into a knot.

"y/n, you don't get it. listen, i didn't want to have to tell you this, to make it your problem, but at this point, you need to know: if i didn't go with her to the ball, she told me that she was gonna find someone to go and hurt you! she's fucking crazy, y/n, you have no idea! her mother tried to set us up for marriage to which i, of course, refused; she's just as insane as her daughter! the fact that i went to the ball with her was set up. remember the first time we fought? when i left the house without telling you? i left to tell her that i didn't want her interfering with my life anymore!" he blurted out followed by a deep sigh, "i'm begging you, y/n, please believe me. she was seriously going to hurt you...and i wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything were to happen to you that i had the power to prevent. there's no other way to say this, so i'm just going to say it straight up: y/n, you really mean the world to me, and i literally cannot remember who i was or what i was doing before i met you. whenever we're apart, i feel like i'm not whole, not myself if you want to put it that way. p-please stay..." his voice broke and drifted off.

you felt your face lose its color as you looked into jake's teary eyes. seeing him tearing up made you tear up along with him until you couldn't hold your tears in any longer, letting them run down your face with seemingly no end. you let your body fall into his, the two of you holding each other tight. you let the scent of his cologne engulf your senses, your head resting on his chest where you could hear his heart beating fast. the feeling of jake holding you just felt so right.

you lifted your head to look up at him, and you felt like you were seeing him for the first time again.

"please kiss me," you squeaked out as you adored his face from below, your voice still broken from having cried.

jake immediately latched his lips onto yours. he missed the feeling of your lips on his on an unbelievable level. the kiss escalated into a make-out, and the make-out escalated into getting undressed in your bedroom.

jake laid you on the bed gently, kissing all over your body as he unclasped your bra, letting it fall. you felt shy at first, but you quickly got over it because it wasn't the first time jake has seen you naked anyway.

he let his big hands roam all over your body as you breathed out little moans for him.

he kissed down your body until he reached your inner thighs, spreading them gently so that you were fully on display for him. jake eagerly attached his lips to your pussy, suckling on your clit and working his lips all around your needy hole. you had almost forgotten how good he was at making you feel good. jake always made sure you were taken care of whether it was in a sexual sense or just in general.

jake left one last kiss on your pussy before wiping off the excess arousal around his lips, moving himself on top of you.

"i've missed you so much, baby," jake said lowly and sweetly in your ear before letting his tip pass through your entrance, earning a soft moan from you. "i've missed you more, daddy," you breathed out before kissing his plump lips. the two of you moaned in sync as his tip hit your sweet spot, making you squirm underneath him as you whimpered for him not to stop.

wanting get the utmost intimacy while fucking you, jake switched positions so that you were sunk down on his stiff cock as he sat upright to hold you while you moved your hips against his.

"my good girl," jake groaned quietly into your ear, "you feel so good, so good for daddy." you nodded against his bare chest as you continued to move your hips back and forth.

"s-so deep," you whimpered out for him as your legs began to tremble from the way his tip was pushed against a spot that you knew only he could reach. you wanted to cum all over his cock so badly that you began to slightly lift your hips and let them fall again, earning a deep, loud groan from jake.

"just like that, princess, keep moaning for me," jake's voice trembled, "fuck, i'm gonna cum inside you." he let out a string of groans as you held onto his shoulders, the two of you leaving kisses all over each other's necks and shoulders as you both came undone.

you rested your head on jake's chest and listened to the way his heart raced after his orgasm, him still not removing himself from inside you so that he could keep feeling you closely. eventually, though, he pulled out so he could get you and himself cleaned up. jake stood up from the bed to wet a towel, offering you his shirt to put on while you waited for him to come back with the towel. you happily accepted his offer and pulled his shirt over your head, his scent still lingering on the soft fabric.

quickly, jake came back with the now damp towel to clean you up first. he made sure the water was warm so that you wouldn't get shocked when the towel touched you for the first time. it made you think about how much you would've missed his sweet thoughtfulness if you pushed him out of your life because of a misunderstanding.

"daydreaming?" jake asked with a chuckle, noticing that you were beginning to stare into space due to your thoughts, "about me, i presume." he joked to which you looked away shyly. "i'm kidding, i'm kidding," he smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek before pulling on some sweatpants, not forgetting to get you a change of bottoms as well. again, very thoughtful of him.

the cold christmas eve air didn't seem so chilly now that jake was cuddled up next to you under the covers.

no need to make christmas eve hot chocolate when jake already made your heart feel warm and full.

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you woke up on christmas morning to an opened bedroom door and the smell of something sweet. you were feeling some early-morning-grogginess, so you decided to stay wrapped in your blanket a little longer. that was until jake called your name from the doorframe.

"y/n," he said in a singsongy tone that accentuated his aussie accent, "y/n-ie, come see what i made for you." jake pouted as he practically dove onto your bed to wake you up with a squeeze.

"okay, okay," you croaked out in a still sleepy tone, "i'll get up soon." his face turned pouty yet again. "you have to come see now or part of the surprise will be cold." you didn't fully process what he meant when he said that 'part of the surprise will be cold,' but it was still enough motivation to get you out of bed to brush your teeth. satisfied, jake went to go sit at the table and wait for you until he had an idea.

jake walked over to the bathroom door and cupped his hands to talk through it.

"let me in when you're done; i want to cover your eyes so that you're fully surprised."

you let out a giggle from the other side of the door before you cracked the door open just enough for him to squeeze through.

he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek before putting his big hands over your eyes. well, more like over the top half of your face because of how large his hands were compared to your face.

he helped you scoot your feet across the floor until he uncovered your eyes.

you were surprised to see fresh baked chocolate chip cookies cut (badly, but it's the thought that counts) into various shapes. your heart felt warm at the way jake was so excited to show you his little homemade gift for you. he looked a bit like an eager little kid showing their mother an art project they made at school.

"ta-da!" jake smiled as he stood next to the kitchen counter, "i wish the shapes turned out a little better. i tried my best to make them into cute shapes with a knife, but as you can see, it didn't turn out too good." he chuckled sheepishly as he looked down at the cookies.

"you did all this for me?" you smiled warmly before giving him a tight squeeze followed by a soft kiss on the cheek as butterflies filled his and your stomach, "i love it, jake." he blushed as he watched you reach out to grab a cookie, hoping that you'd like how they tasted. they definitely tasted better than they looked, your face subconsciously turning smiley at the taste.

"a-are they good?" jake asked nervously which made you giggle internally at his worried facial expression. "mhm," you responded, your mouth still full of food, "here, try." holding your arm up to his mouth, you offered him the last piece of your cookie. for some reason, watching the way he ate it from your hand was cute to you.

"see? good, right?" you asked as he ate the last bit of the cookie, later leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. he nodded, giving you a kiss back as he held you from behind. "oh yeah," jake perked up, "i have another surprise for you. go get dressed so we can go." he looked like an excited puppy.

"another surprise?" you asked with a cocked head, "you're spoiling me, jake." you couldn't stop the smile that was forming on your face. jake was smiling harder, though; he looked more excited for the surprise than you could ever be.

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you sifted through your wardrobe, looking for some cute, warm clothes to dress into.

you settled on a pink prada puffer coat (from jake, of course), some grey leggings that perfectly hugged your ass, some pink boots that perfectly matched your coat, and a cute creme colored beanie that complimented the soft pink of the rest of your outfit.

looking at yourself in the mirror once more, you had an idea.

since jake wanted to surprise you, you were gonna surprise him back.

unzipping your coat, you decided to remove your shirt and bra you were wearing underneath, leaving yourself bare underneath your prada coat for jake. you zipped your coat back up and walked out of your bedroom, ready to head out to wherever jake planned to take you.

"ready?" jake asked upon hearing your bedroom door open up, adoring the way you looked in the pretty jacket he bought you. jake always loved seeing you in the clothes he bought for you, and he also loved taking them off of you at the end of the day. "mhm," you responded as you stood by the front door and slid your boots on one at a time.

what did jake have in store this time?

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the drive to wherever jake was taking you was quiet but comfortable.

soft music in the warm car, one of jake's hands settled on yours as the other held the steering wheel, and, most of all, getting to be in jake's presence again in general after what felt like decades.

you'd missed how warm your heart felt whenever he was around, and you hoped that he missed you as much as you missed him.

you found yourself zoning out until you felt the car park.

"c'mon, let's go!" jake smiled wide as he practically dragged you out of the passenger's seat.

you held jake's hand as you looked at the beautiful scenery that surrounded you. how in the world did he find a place like this?

"what the hell? it's so beautiful here," you blurted out unintentionally, still captivated by the visuals. "only the best for you," jake chuckled, bringing your hand up to his face so that he could plant a kiss on it, "we're almost at the 'surprise area,' so hang tight."

turning one more corner, your eyes were met with a charming little ice skating rink that was beautifully decorated with twinkle lights. much like the lights, jake saw the way your eyes brightened at the sight of the skating area.

"surprise!" jake smiled cutely as he hugged you from behind, "i rented it out so that it's ours for the evening; just for us." you felt your cheeks heat up at jake's thoughtfulness as he held your hand and led you over to the ice skate rental booth, not having to ask you for your shoe size because he already knew it by heart. jake helped you lace up your ice skates while you sat on one of the benches that was resting against the rink, and you made sure to sneak a picture of him finishing tying your skates from above.

"have you ever skated before?" jake asked curiously as he began to lace up his own skates. "not recently, no," you replied sheepishly.

you'd gone ice skating before, of course, but you were probably age 10 last time you were on the ice. having not had a good home-life growing up, you didn't experience many fun things, but at least you could say that you had a minuscule amount of experience if you could even call it that.

"well, don't worry," he reassured you, "i'll help you out, okay?" you nodded as you nervously stepped onto the ice alongside jake, already feeling yourself losing balance. "here," jake said, holding his arms out in front of him, "i promise i won't let go, princess." he chuckled as he felt you squeeze his hands. jake sweetly guided you across the ice, keeping his promise of not letting go of your hands. you couldn't have dreamt of a better way to be spending your christmas holiday.

soon, you were able to skate a little bit on your own without completely relying on jake to keep you steady. jake watched you with hearts in his eyes as you began to glide faster on the ice, laughing with delight at how fast you were able to go. he adored the way you hair flowed in the slight winter breeze, and the chuckled at the way you still wobbled a bit when skating.

"this is fun!" you laughed from halfway across the rink as jake made his way over to you. "i'm glad you like it," jake replied with a grin as he grabbed onto one of your hands, the two of you now skating side-by-side.

after you and jake felt like you guys got the most out of the skating rink, you returned your skates to the rental booth and began to head back to jake's car. the two of you walked hand-in-hand in comfortable silence, feeling at ease simply by each other's presence. you, again, took some time to appreciate the beautiful scenery before reaching jake's car. he opened up the passenger's side door for you to get into the car, as he always did, before getting into the car himself.

jake cranked up the heat upon entering the car, worried that you had gotten too cold from being outside in the snow.

this was the perfect time to tease him.

"but jake," you whined childishly, "what if it gets too hot? see, i'm already getting hot." you slowly unzipped your jacket, waiting for jake to look over from adjusting the temperature. "there, is that better?-" jake's voice halted once he faced toward you again, feeling the sensation of his face turning red.

"what's wrong?" you asked with fake innocence coating your tone, "it's just hot in here, that's all."

"well it's about to get hotter."

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after being practically tossed into the back seats of his car, jake was quick to eagerly rip your bottoms off.

"you knew exactly what you were doing," jake breathed out amorously as he got closer and closer to your warmth, eventually liking a stripe against it, causing you to let out a quiet gasp. you could feel him smirk against your pussy before beginning to work wonders with his lips and tongue, giving you exactly what you desired.

"feeling sensitive today?" jake asked teasingly yet sexily after noticing the way he was making your legs quiver more than usual. you nodded, looking at jake from between your thighs. "so cute," jake chuckled sexily in response before continuing his deed, skillfully sucking on your clit and making you squirm even more as you moaned and whined out for him.

"want you so bad," you mewled out as you laced your fingers into jake's soft hair. you felt jake smirk against your clit once more before bringing himself up onto the seat, ordering you to get onto his lap. obeying him, you crawled over to go sit on his lap. jake let his hard cock fall against your abdomen as he smirked at how deep his tip would be hitting. "come on, baby," he whispered in your ear teasingly, "don't you wanna finish what you started?"

you looked at him with your pretty eyes before moving into a position where you could easily sink down on his length, eventually letting his tip pass through your entrance while he maintained a grip on your waist. jake's head fell back as you slowly sunk down onto his throbbing hard cock. once he was fully filling you up, you began to gently bounce yourself up and down on his member as you and jake moaned in sync. the car windows quickly became foggy as you two continued to roughly fuck each other.

"so deep," you gasped out, jake moving his hand to your lower abdomen and pressing down on the spot where his tip rested, causing you to twitch and let out a whine, "please cum inside me." you begged, persuading him with your eyes that were almost teary from pleasure.

"you know i will, princess," jake breathed out as he began to thrust his hips to meet yours, a feeling that drove you insane and made you moan uncontrollably, "fuck, you always make me cum so hard."

the two of you were desperate to reach your highs, getting rougher and rougher in attempt to speed up the process which ultimately worked. you let jake cream you as your cum dripped down his shaft. the feeling of jake filling you up with his warm seed was a feeling you could never get tired of.

as you two came down from your highs, jake looked over at the clouded window and drew a tiny heart on the condensated surface which made you smile and give him a playful shove.

"you're an idiot," you chuckled, burying your head into jake's bare chest.

"but you love me because i'm an idiot, right?"

shit.

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love maze, s.jy.

chapter two pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)

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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.

synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.

or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.

contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!

a/n: hello~ i’ve never been a tumblr girly but i have went through my w*ttpad era back in 2018 so bare with me y’all. this will be a series but not that long (i hope) so pls look forward to it. warning tags will be placed before each “chapter” to specify what to expect. pls pls reblog and interact, i’d love to have feedback and see what your thoughts are. okay! yay, for now enjoy and thank you sm :D

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CHAPTER TWO: INTOXICATING

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word count: 1.9k

warnings: alcohol, partying, mentions of yeonjun for funzies, jake thinking with his dick even after what just happened so sort of questionable???

a/n: bare with me i’m trying to build the plot a little bit

YOU DIDN’T KNOW how you ended up back at the frat house. Truly, the party was in full swing and after dealing with the encounter that you did, it would've made the most sense to go home and cry it all out, maybe eat some ice cream for dinner and watch a few romcoms. But that wasn't the case due to Yunjin sending you a text saying how she wouldn't be coming home for the night, the date seemingly going well and you didn't have it in you to ruin her night by telling her of yours.

Thus, uncomfortable with being left alone, you opted to go the other route and surround yourself with as many people as possible. Though, the boys hadn't wandered far, keeping you in sight at all times and Jay particularly staying by your side no matter how many times you told him to still enjoy himself knowing how much of a social butterfly he was a majority of the time. Your work uniform was disregarded in his room, changed into a spare pair of flare jeans and lacy top to fit in with the party, courtesy of the few clubbing nights you went to with him and ended up spending the night, leaving your clothes in his dirty laundry after stealing large hoodies and sweats.

All bad things could be washed away with alcohol, or so they said. Thus, you were on your fourth round of shots in the last 30 minutes with a random group who made their way in the kitchen, never one to have been a lightweight but typically better at timing your drinking. Jay was growing particularly antsy by your actions, knowing you were acting out of the need to forget but he didn't want to let you drink irresponsibly.

"Why don't you slow down a bit, yeah teeny?" Jay asks, leaned close to your ear for you to hear over the loud blaring of music. Attempting to take away the can of Twisted Tea, something you typically hated by the taste but tonight didn't seem to care, while you pull it back with a pointed look.

"I'm fine," You emphasize, words clear and steady, the alcohol not hitting you yet much to your relief. Glancing around, you make eye contact with the umpteenth girl who had been shooting daggers your way for keeping Jay occupied thus far. "If you don't go away I'm gonna end up getting jumped tonight by your fangirls," You add with a small snort.

Jay followed your gaze, turning to the girl who's face morphed from a glare into a sickenly sweet smile as she waved at him with a bite of her lip, attempting to be seductive but he merely snorts at the gesture. "Pretty sure she got chlamydia from a dude in the drama department,"

You scrunched up your nose, finding the information one you didn't need to know. "At least you know better than to fuck anyone that offers," Taking a long sip of your drink once more, the slight burn in your throat becoming easier to bare. "Alright, I'm gonna go dance. You go do anything else,"Jay shakes his head almost immediately causing you to send him a bored look. "I'm fine dude, honest. You need to stop worrying so much. Nothing actually happened,"

"You're not in the right headspace," He protests but you let out a small snort.

"Jesus, dude, you act like an overprotective brother,"

"I am!" Jay defends while you shake your head.

"We're not even related!" You shoot back but his jaw drops in offense.

"We were born a week apart, our moms have been friends since high school. We're basically twins, I know you better than yourself," He lists off, deeply concerned by the way you were disregarding your twins in another life theory that your families always joked of since you were young.

"I'm definitely not your twin, you know why?" You start, standing up from the kitchen island with a small smirk playing at your lips. Your head began to feel fuzzy, the start of your buzz coming and the tension from earlier leaving you slowly but surely. "I'm hotter," You finish, a cocky look playing at your features while Jay rolls his eyes.

"Right, and which one of us gets laid?"

"Hey!" You hiss, waggling a finger in his direction. "I don't hook up by choice. Y'all are nasty,"

"And because you're a hermit who doesn't see the light of day," He snickers causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

Decidedly having enough of the banter, you merely spin on the heels of your feet. "Bye Jay!" You call over your shoulder making your way toward the living room which was lively and loud, body's meshed together and dancing to whatever song that was blaring through the speakers that sounded through the house.

Jay let out a sigh of defeat, pulling out his phone to do a headcount of where everyone was. Thankfully, Heeseung and Jake were in the general area you were, him asking them to keep an eye on you for the time being and getting a thumbs up in response.

Heeseung was on the dance floor, a random girl he never met before tonight swaying herself pressed up against his hips. He looked lively, a few more shots in and just wanting to mess around for the time being. You spotted the tall boy momentarily in the jumble of people who nodded over to you ensuring that you were okay, a nod you returned reassuring him and he took it as enough to go back to his business.

Meanwhile, Jake was on the sidelines, leaned up against the wall as he spotted you the moment you walked over. Far too caught up with the events from earlier, he found it hard to enjoy himself, feeling partially sorry for you but also having an unpleasant pit in his stomach, not necessarily angry but he couldn't exactly pinpoint it.

He continued to sip at the cup of punch Jungwon had conducted up, only drinking it due to how excited the younger boy was of his creation but it was entirely too strong for anyone to stomach more than one cup.

His eyes continued to glance over you, taking in each of your curves that was showed off by the tightness of your jeans. They hugged your ass in the right places, emphasizing the perky shape before beginning to flare out from the knee down. The lacy black top was cropped, showing a good portion of your stomach due to the mid rise of your pants, the deep v-plunge neckline providing more to the imagination in seeing your breast that were pushed up with your bra. The shiny gleam that came off of your naval piercing catching Jake by surprise, having to do a double take to ensure he was seeing things correctly.

You were attractive, that was obvious enough. Although slightly shameful, he couldn't help but rake his eyes over you, thoughts filling his head imagining what it would be like to have you under him, staring up with that daze-y doe eyed look that would make him bend to of any of your desires.

But there was a problem with that. He wasn't the only one with eyes, able to see you and the way you swayed your body to the music, your tiny waist and full thighs that he wanted to die between if so lucky. Jake took note of the few guys who's glances began to wander toward you, even ones who had already claimed their fuck buddies for the night and danced alongside them all while drooling at you who danced by yourself.

He watched as a familiar face make his way toward you. Choi Yeonjun, cool dude to be friends with, horrible guy to date. His reputation preceded him in more ways than one, notorious for stringing girls along week by week and the worst part was they knew of his doings. It was embarrassing how they fought to be his newest toy for the day, a sort of achievement to the girls he's strung along to say they've ticked hooking up with Yeonjun off their list.

Yeah, not happening. Jake didn't know if it was due to him still feeling protective due to you unintentionally calling him for help, or rather the more sinful thoughts that passed through his head moments ago and not wanting to sit and watch you to become a new trophy to a guy like Choi Yeonjun.

Picking himself up from where he was leaned back, Jake took a large swig of his now lukewarm concoction of liquors. Weaving his way through the crowd, he pushes his way to you just as Yeonjun stops in front of your view.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, Jake leans close to your ear. "Go along with it," He whispers, catching you by surprise as you were previously engrossed by the music in your own little world, unaware that two of the most lusted over guys at the party were having a silent debate over you at the moment.

Feeling the alcohol now coursing through your bloodstream, you obliged by Jake's words. Continuing on without a word of protest, though you did take the red solo cup from his hand and took a sip from it as you adapted to dancing with him now. Scrunching up your nose upon the drink hitting your tongue, you look at Jake with an incredulous look of disgust in his beverage choices causing him to laugh.

"Jungwon made it," He explains with a small shrug, leaning dangerously close to your face as his breath lightly fanned against your lips. Peering over your shoulder, a small smirk plays at his features seeing as Yeonjun had disappeared from your sight, decidedly giving up on any sort of chance he was attempting to have with you for the night.

"It sucks," You respond back and yet still take another sip, this time longer as you quickly swallow it without time for it to settle on your tongue. Jake's smile turns into one of amusement, watching as you handled the alcohol as if it were nothing before you placed the cup back in his hold. "You either dance with me or go away, your pissing contest with that dude is over now,"

Jake raised a brow. "Pissing contest?"

"You know, marking territory that's not yours," You shoot back, a bored look sent to him as he sheepishly shrugs. "I don't need you being protective like Jay. For one, we barely know each other and two, I'm not that much of an idiot to hook up with Choi Yeonjun no matter how badly I need to get laid. So you either shut up and dance with me or you go away,"

Already rather blunt as it was, the second you got alcohol in your system you tended to be more unfiltered than necessary. Jake finds amusement in your confession but your eyes seem so certain. Though the slight gleam in them as you looked up caused his stomach to do a flip, one that caused him to not think clearly.

Jake didn't respond, instead his arm slips down from your shoulders down to your waist, snaking around and encasing your body against his own. A small smile perks at your lips, sighing blissfully at his lack of commentary and rather allowing you to do as pleased.

"Good choice," You mumble out, breath fanning against his neck as your arms lazily drape from his neck, brining your bodies dangerously close to one another though neither of you minded.

After all, having a little fun with a hot guy never hurt anyone, right?

#enhypen jake #jaeyun x reader #jaeyun smut #jake sim #enhypen #sim jaeyun

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marvelous-llama · 9 months

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lovelylusts · 10 months

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cloud nine // csb // 03 - d-day

summary: a group of friends form on nsfw twitter, and hijinks ensue. but when jisu starts catching feelings for soobin after filming with him, she has to grapple with her feelings while assuring her close bond with him doesn’t die.

general warnings: choi soobin x oc (moon jisu), smau, smut, fluff, angst, crack, the rest of txt is here too, aespa is also here just bc they serve, no relationships or events in this story reflect real ships and are just for the story, this is a pro sex-work story obv, lowkey probably gonna be filthy as hell considering it’s a sex work au, vague relationships lmao, she/they oc because i’m projecting, genderfluid yeonjun agenda, oc has a not-so-secret thing for soobin’s hands, they use fake names on twt :)

chapter warnings: this one is written!!, there’s a lot of warnings i’m sorry 😭, hard?dom!soobin (with mildly sub thoughts), sub!oc (with mildly dom thoughts), jisu uses she/they pronouns but i only used she while writing this to make reading more seamless, lots of mentions of sexting and nudes and sex work onlyfans and nsfwtwt as per the last chapters), grey sweatpants deserves its own warning tbh, she wears a collar and cat ears but there’s no petplay, filming, dry humping, biting + hickeys, brief mention of edging, obscene amounts of precum mentioned a few times, they’re both pretty needy and fucked out, some pretty messy deepthroating, very brief and vague comparison of jisu to succubus, consensual !! head-pushing, face-fucking, makeup kink?????? idk he likes seeing her makeup get more and more messed up, praise, the tearing of clothes, nipple play, pussy eating, fingering, squirting, protected!!!!! vaginal sex (cowgirl), lil bit of possessiveness but it’s just dirty talk, multiple orgasms (jisu), aftercare

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the weekend came sooner than jisu had expected. she had spent the past couple of days making overpriced coffee for broke college students like herself, and her nights going over video ideas with soobin that led to steamy phone calls. it wasn’t the first time the two had had a sexual exchange - in the early days of being mutuals, as was common in their sphere, they had numerous sporadic conversations that veered into late nights filled with hasty texts riddled with misspellings from having to text with one hand as they aided in getting each other off.

it was always funny to jisu how her friendship with soobin started, and how their group of friends formed. they were all strangers from the internet who all, except for yizhuo, lived in seoul for various reasons, be it living the former idol trainee lifestyle or having been born and raised there. if anything, jisu had been more intimate with these friends than any partner in the past couple of years since she had created her twitter account. their group chats were filled with opinions on racy photos, exchanging stories of hookups, and shamelessly flirting with each other on a platonic level.

so why was jisu so nervous right now? this wasn’t the first collaboration she had ever done - her most popular post to date was a collection of photos of herself and minjeong posing lewdly together in skimpy witch costumes for halloween. was it his height? his versatile personality in sexual situations? jisu eventually landed on the idea that this would be the first time she filmed herself having sex for profit. the idea made her stomach flutter.

soobin lived a short drive away from her, and it was a drive she had been well acquainted with for a while now. beside her in the passenger seat sat a backpack that, during nine months of the year, was filled with textbooks and folders, but was now housing a collection of objects that her fans knew well - some pastel pink rope, a small black bullet vibrator, fluffy pink cat ears with a dainty collar to match, and so on.

neatly on top of these items was a folded set of lingerie. the previous night, while on facetime with soobin, she rummaged through her extensive collection of sexy garments, looking for sets she wouldn’t miss if something were to happen to them. it was a hard decision, but they eventually agreed on a simple lacey set that was quite see-through - there wasn’t really anything special about it, but it still hugged jisu’s body perfectly and made the blood rush out of soobin’s head down to his dick.

jisu felt her heart thumping harshly as she navigated her way around soobin’s apartment complex until she ultimately reached his place, her hand firm against the pale grey door as she knocked three times, the door opening only moments later to reveal her tall friend.

she was always shocked when she saw him in person because, in her words, “he’s basically a giraffe.” she couldn’t help but gaze over him, noticing that he was wearing those damn grey sweatpants that she recognized from late-night photo exchanges. oftentimes, he would be wearing those well-loved sweats when he sent her photos of him grabbing the outline of his hard member. this has to be on purpose, she thought to herself.

“hey, jisu,” he said sweetly as he pulled her in for a hug, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist as she did the same. he couldn’t help but take in her signature scent, a soft mix of vanilla and lavender, and he held her close. maybe it had been due to the days of anticipation and planning, but he could already feels the butterflies in his stomach and the blood rushing down to his cock as he pulled away from her. “you ready?”

“let’s do this.”

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jisu thought that she’d be prepared for this. after so long of filming and taking photos of herself in compromising situations, she truly thought she was ready for this. but as she sat on soobin’s lap on his bed, grinding against him with her back arched away from the rolling camera and her covered chest against his bare one, she had never felt so vulnerable in her entire life - not when she opened her twitter account, not when she sexted a stranger in her dms for the first time, not when she first posted on onlyfans. it seemed that it was soobin’s large hands gripping her ass as he rocked her lace-covered clit against the monster in his precum-soaked boxers that made her feel more exposed than ever. it was her long dyed hair swept over one shoulder so the camera could capture soobin biting and sucking on the sensitive skin of her neck that adorned a fluffy baby pink choker. it was the fact that she was unsure if she had ever been this aroused in her entire life.

soobin himself wasn’t holding up too well either. it was as if there was no blood left in his brain because it had all flowed down to his other head. through all the grinding and grabbing and heavy breathing and sighing against each other, he felt that he could finish at any moment - he was so thankful that he had trained himself in the art of edging, because he was certain that he would have cum at least twice already had that not been the case.

“s-onyx,” she sighed out, being careful to only refer to him as his social media name. “i-i wanna suck your cock. please.” jisu couldn’t help that her request came out as a breathy whimper. she was familiar with his dick from photos and videos, but she had never seen it in person. the thought of finally being able to touch him made her mouth water.

soobin’s brain almost short-circuited upon hearing those words leave her perfect lips, the lips that he had seen wrapped around her own fingers, candies, and sex toys that made him think god, i would give anything to feel them around me. his head lolled back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip due to the combination of her dirty words and a particularly delicious roll of her hips against his own. “fuck, yes.” he almost let a please roll out as well, but with what little control he had over himself at the time, he knew he couldn’t. he couldn’t slip out of the dominant role after all the planning that went into this video of him ruining her.

jisu slid off of his lap, looking down and smirking when she saw the large wet patch that covered his boxers, then grabbed the secondary camera and handed it to soobin as she fixed her lingerie and hair while he turned on the camera, fumbling a little bit due to the arousal that made his brain feel foggy. the camera soon switched on as he held it at his chest, looking into the view finder to see the perfect image of jisu between his thighs, somehow looking so innocent yet so seductive, her nipples poking at the thin lace of the bra she chose for the shoot, and fluffy pink cat ears pinned to her lightly curled hair - he soon decided that no matter how incredible she looked at that moment, her appearance wouldn’t matter by the time he was done with her. his goal was smeared mascara, torn clothes, and cum covering her face and bleached bangs.

her intimidation was overshadowed only by her excitement as she began to tug down the waistband of his underwear, watching as he lightly lifted his hips up to help her, until they were off and discarded somewhere in his bedroom. she swore she could sense soobin’s heart racing as she eyed him up and down with dark eyes before wrapping her right hand around the base of his cock, her other hand resting on his hip bone. she looked up at him through her mascara-coated lashes - she made sure to forgo her usual waterproof mascara in favor of letting the black run down her face in streaks and splotches, maybe even some staining the light blue quilt below her. their eyes met, both of them smiling at each other briefly, before she stuck her tongue out to lick a stripe from right above her hand all the way to his leaking tip. upon her tongue reaching his head, she began to slowly glide her hand up and down his cock, the movements made easy by the obscene amounts of precum released only minutes earlier, while wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, moaning lightly as she took in the taste.

soobin threw his head back, an obscene moan leaving his mouth as his right hand instinctively reached ouch for her, his fingers lacing in the strands of her hair close to her scalp. he wasn’t going to force her movements, not yet at least, though it took everything in him to not do so. they had talked about it - face-fucking, that is - and while she was, to quote, “so down,” he wanted to take in the moment. he wanted to know what she would do while she was in charge of the moment.

jisu was a bit worried about how much of him she could fit in her mouth. she knew he was huge, but seeing it in person, having it in her hands, was way different. fuck it, she decided, and decided to surprise him by taking him as far as she could down his throat, which was considerably far for how long and thick he was, and a loud gag erupted from her throat as she tried to hold his member in place for a second, pulling away when she felt it was too much, an obscene amount of saliva following her lips. she took the moment to recover a bit, stroking her right hand along his length and spreading her saliva as she lightly twisted her wrist.

she reveled in the sight of soobin’s reactions as she did this, seeing that he was already struggling a bit. his cheeks were red, and despite him biting his lip, he was still making quite a bit of sound. she realized that he had never actually filmed with anyone before. she had gotten so used to him either doing fan-service content in the form of dirty talk audios or photos of his really pretty hands, or videos of him simply jerking off, but she had never actually seen or heard him with another person. for a second she tried to convince herself that it was the excitement of not always being able to expect what a partner may do that made him react in such a way, but, for the sake of her ego as well as the throbbing between her thighs, she told herself it was all because of herself. she shot him a small smirk before taking his length back into her mouth, this time bobbing her head, a soft gag leaving her throat each time she took him.

his grip on her hair tightened a bit as he struggled to breathe properly. he had had many sexual ventures in his time being a college student, but this was different. he swore that she was secretly a fuck, what are they called? those hot sex demons. suck something. suck. suck. holy fuck she’s sucking me off so good. he couldn’t think straight as he felt her hot, wet mouth around his painfully hard cock. he was still gripping the camera with one hand, though he no longer cared if the shot was clear or not, whether it was even pointing at her or if the had angle shifted while he struggled to not writhe under her touch. “fuck, baby, it feels so fucking good,” he groaned out.

jisu could feel her cheeks heat up ever-so-slightly at the praise. this entire situation was really bad for her ego. she pulled off of him with a deep, loud inhale, even more saliva pooling around her mouth and fist, as well as along soobin’s length. her momentary stop gave him the slightest moment of clarity, checking to make sure the camera was focused and looking at the view finder to see jisu with flakes of mascara beneath her eyes, the small bit of eyeliner smudged, and the cat ears lopsided from where he had grabbed the hair next to it. he also used this moment of clarity to go through the mental list he had made of things they thought about including - they hadn’t decided on anything concrete, deciding to go with the flow and do whatever felt natural. so jisu wasn’t exactly surprised that soobin had moved his fingers closer to the back of her head to push her down towards his cock. she eagerly let him take control, at first only lightly guiding her movements as she returned to her previous routine of taking him down her throat.

soobin was able to focus better this time around, the small pause having helped him compose himself. he was nearly convinced that this is what heaven felt like. her lips looked so perfect around him, her eyes looked so perfect as they met his with a devious innocence - which was something he was sure would never exist until he saw jisu peer up at him so sweetly while doing such sinful things to him. that’s when he decided to fully grab her hair and hold her head in place, instead pushing his hips up towards her face. the gagging sounds intensified and became shorter as he went at a pace quicker than what she had previously set.

she was loving every second of this. it was fun to be in control, even if just for a moment, to make him lose his mind, but she had to admit that being used as a fucktoy suited her just as well. she felt the tears that had already formed along her waterline begin to drip down her face, her eyes stinging a bit as her mascara began to face its demise. but much to her disappointment he soon pulled his cock out of her mouth, looking at the mess of saliva in awe.

“you did so good for me, jiu,” he said, trying not to sound as breathless as he felt for the sake of his ego. “wanna taste you.” he quickly saved the video and turned the camera off before pulling her back towards him, delivering a hard smack to her ass before pushing her down on the bed, making sure in the view finder that a good amount of her body was shown, then reaching for her lacey bra.

rip.

he had pulled at the seam between her breasts until it tore, pushing the two pieces to the side to reveal her nipples, perky from the cool air now meeting them. he grabbed her soft tits in his hands, lightly squeezing them and running the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, which, judging by the slight whine that came from her, were sensitive. he reached over to suck on one nipple while pinching the other, reveling in the small sounds she made as he did so, switching sides to assure they were both equally loved, before trailing his lips down her torso, making sure to leave hickeys here and there before reaching the waistband of her underwear.

jisu knew was to expect when he sat up briefly, quickly tearing the other half of the lingerie set and letting it fall against the bed before he leaned over, wasting no time and diving in, slipping his tongue between her sticky folds to collect some of the wetness leaking from her pussy. she let out a whiny moan, her hips jerking lightly. he was barely starting, and she was already infatuated by his tongue.

“god, you taste so fucking good,” he growled against her, pushing her legs further apart and bringing her legs over his broad shoulders. he was fully addicted to this, there was no doubt. he felt as good giving her head as he did receiving it from her - how could he not when she tasted that good? and she was so sensitive too, practically just as much of a mess as he was minutes earlier, but way more vocal about it too. her soft, high-pitched moans were so filthy, so pornographic, they were music to his ears. he didn’t care how messy his sheets were becoming beneath him as he lightly ground his cock against the fabric, surely leaving behind a large puddle of saliva and precum as he stimulated his painfully hard cock.

she was sure she had never been this sensitive before. like soobin, she had also had her fair share of sexual escapades in her time as an undergrad student, but nothing was comparable to this. not even close. his tongue moved flawlessly against her wet heat as his large hands dug into her hips as she bucked against him. she felt like she couldn’t even control her hips as her hips lightly jerked, which eventually turned into full-blown grinding against his face when he decided to wrap his plush lips around her clit. she was so far gone that she hadn’t even noticed his right hand leaving her hip, only noticing when she felt a finger or two teasing the entrance of her tight cunt.

the sound she released as he inserted a finger into her pussy was probably the best sound he thought he would ever hear, though this was quickly replaced by the sound she released as he curled the finger against her g-spot. he swore he almost came from taking in her reaction alone. her fingers were entangled in his soft black hair, desperately moving her hips to make him go faster. this only led to another slap being delivered to her ass.

“you’re gonna take what i give you when i give it to you, or else you’re not cumming. have i made myself clear?” he talked to her sternly, making her head spin so much that she could barely let out a cohesive sentence. “i asked you a question, baby.”

“yes,” she squeaked. “i’ll be good, i promise.”

“good girl,” he muttered as he reconnected his lips to her swollen clit, entering another finger into her wet cunt and continuing to finger-fuck her with his digits perfectly angled against her sweet spot. “you’re such a fucking mess for me. i wonder how many times i can make you cum tonight. wanna find out, baby? hm?” his deep voice almost sounded condescending, laced with so much arousal that he was sure he barely sounded like himself.

“please make me cum,” she repeated over and over again like a mantra, more and more tears spilling from her eyes and falling down her temples, her head thrown back against his comforter as she felt the knot in her stomach begin to tighten. already? fuck, how is he capable of this?

her pleading only encouraged him as he sucked harder on her clit and pushed a third finger inside of her, fingers hitting against her g-spot at a pace he didn’t think he was capable of.

“fuck,” she squealed, her first orgasm of the night crashing down on her like a tsunami. she didn’t even notice the wetness that was gushing out of her, hitting not only soobin’s face but also his blanket.

“fuck, jiu, that was so fucking hot. you did so fucking good,” he rambled as he brought his face back closer to hers, pressing a kiss against her lips. the kisses were messy and needy, moaning into each other as they tasted themselves on each other’s tongues. “i need to be inside you, holy fuck.” he wasted no time standing up, making sure to take the scraps of fabric off of jisu’s body and throw them haphazardly across the room before walking towards the camera set-up, making sure that everything was in place for the last scene.

the view finder showed that the camera couldn’t even capture how incredible, how erotic jisu looked to him. hickeys littered her collared neck and pale torso, her eye makeup was everywhere except where it was meant to be, her ass was a soft red from where his hand had met the smooth skin, and a thick sheen of ejaculate and precum slicked her inner thighs. the most devilish angel he could even dream of.

he walked back towards the bed and sat back against the pillows, pulling her towards him to sit her in his lap, both of them shivering as they lightly brushed against each other. he was quick to grab the condom off his nightstand and roll it on his cock before tightly grabbing jisu’s hips and pulling her down to sit on it, watching with a dark gaze as his length disappeared into her pussy. he couldn’t help but pull her close against him, moaning into her neck as her tight, warm, wet walls fluttered around him.

“fuck, you’re so fucking big,” she whined out, raising her hips until he was mostly unsheathed before lowering her hips once again. his cock was filling her perfectly in every way, brushing just right against her g-spot and even hitting lightly against her cervix. it was at that moment that she was almost certain she could die happily.

“you’re so fucking tight. god, this pussy was made just for me, yeah?” soobin kept rambling as she bounced on his cock, her tits jiggling and her perky nipples brushing against his chest every so often. these words weren’t just taken from the random audios he would post - well, he had probably said those words before, but he didn’t actually mean it. this time, though it wasn’t evident to him due to how little he felt his brain worked from how good she felt, he really did mean it. sex was ruined for him forever, he was convinced. no one could make him feel as good as jisu was.

jisu was fairing far worse, basically unable to form words and instead whining an affirmative against the skin of his neck, where she couldn’t even bring herself to return the favor of the numerous bruises littering the skin of her neck, instead pressing soft yet messy kissed in an identical spot. she wasn’t sure if it was her lack of clarity or something else, but his words sparked something in her. it really did feel like he was speaking the truth, after all, she couldn’t disagree that she had never been filled up so perfectly before, how no one had made her feel so incredible it was basically unreal. the feeling, rather than any of this actually forming a coherent thought in her fucked-our brain, was interrupted by soobin’s hand colliding with her ass yet again.

“use your words,” he demanded before bringing his hand down on her once again. as much as he loved hearing her pathetic little sounds, he craved hearing the words struggle to come from her mouth. yeah, this shoot was definitely unhealthy for his ego, but he couldn’t have cared any less when her pussy hugged his throbbing cock so nicely.

“y-yes. my pussy was made just for you.” saying the words out loud brought back the funny feeling, though it was quickly replaced by the rubber band inside of her snapping once again, crying out as she came. soobin lifted her hips up so the camera could see as he reached his fingers between her legs as her orgasm rippled through her, rubbing his fingers against her at a furious speed, making another round of fluids gush out of her hole again. soobin’s cock, thighs, and any of the surrounding blanket was absolutely soaked, but god, they both loved it.

he brought her hips back down, this time taking control completely when he realized she could barely move by herself. his grip on her was intoxicating, sending shivers down her spine as she cried from the overstimulation. “please,” she cried out to him, “i need to cum again.”

he grinned deviously at her. “anything for you, babygirl.” he brought her hips down against his faster and harder, addicted to the way her walls kept constricting around him. his words aided in bringing her closer again already, her moans becoming more and more frequent with her volume becoming harder and harder to control. then he brought his fingers back to her clit and rubbed in small circles.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” jisu kept crying out against him, cumming hard around him once again, squirting all over him before falling limp against his chest. he took the opportunity her current state gave him to push her backwards, making sure her legs weren’t in too uncomfortable of a position before he ripped the condom off and sat his knees on either side of her neck, and began quickly stroke his aching cock. finally, after forcing himself to hold it in for the duration of their filming, soobin finally let go, his cum spurting out and painting her face, hair, and clip-in cat ears in what felt like ounces of cum. he ran his fingers through as much of his cum as he could gather before shoving them in her mouth, whispering praises to her as she licked it all off.

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jisu soon learned that soobin was not only incredible at fucking, but incredible at after care. shortly after removing his fingers from her mouth and taking a moment to regulate his breathing, he got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom connected to his room, coming back with some wet washcloths to clean the messy mix of saliva, precum, and cum off of both of them, making sure to get as much cum out of jisu’s hair as possible so washing it later wouldn’t be as difficult for her. he threw both of the dirty towels somewhere in the room, deciding to pick up the loose articles of clothing later. right now he had to focus on jisu. he grabbed the extra pair of clothes she had packed and helped her put on the pair of boyshorts and the loose t-shirt, though he couldn’t help but notice the many other goodies she brought that they didn’t use.

“i don’t think we needed them,” she said with a small shrug as she sat on the chair he had placed her in so he could change out the sheets on his bed. “you were… wow. i don’t think i can ever sleep with anyone else ever again.”

“same,” he said with a chuckle. “we should do this again. with or without a camera.”

“yeah, i would really like that,” she said with a smile. the entire time he helped her unwind after they finished, she couldn’t help but notice that the weird feelings of butterflies that she had gotten earlier had returned. but they were done filming, there was nothing sexual going on. so what did it mean?

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#txt smut #choi soobin smut #soobin smut #og work #cloud nine

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 2 months

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Loser=Lover : Chapter 3

Warnings : swearing, name calling (whore, cunt waffle), sex mention, murder mention (jokingly)

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#txt imagine #txt x reader #txt au #txt smau #txt fake texts #txt series #txt #choi yeonjun imagine #choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun au #choi yeonjun smau #choi yeonjun fake texts #choi yeonjun series #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #huening kai

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hybeboyenthusisast · 2 years

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Stupid Cupid Masterlist

˜”*°•.˜”*°• A social experiment conducted by Cupidly Co., with you (the reader!) at the center of it! Is it possible to fall in love with a stranger over the course of 30 days? Cupidly Co. wants to find out, and you do too! As one of the participants, you will navigate the challenges set up by the experiment as well as the challenges created by your fellow participants! Will you fall in love? Will you form everlasting friendships? The rollercoaster journey of 30 days starts now! •°*”˜.•°*”˜

This series is based off of the mobile game Picka: 30 Days to Love!

Pairing: ???? TXT member x afab!fem!reader

Genre: Romance, crack, social media au set through text messages, fluff, smut!

Rating: 18+ for language, mentions of alcohol, smut

Started: June 21st, 2022

Ended: August 21st, 2022

Tell me your thoughts!

Day 0. introductions

Day 0.5. Yn’s Profile

Day 1. Bark Bark

Day 1.2. Bad Judges of Character

Day 1.4. Lucky

Day 1.6. My Innocent Eyes

Day 1.8. Hole

Day 2. Besties

Day 2.25. Pity

Day 2.5. Snakey Baby

Day 2.75. Kyunghee Snake Confirmed

Day 3. Less Competition

Day 3.5 Bestie

Day 4. Fucking Hummingbird

Day 4.4. Insta Besties

Day 4.8. Extra Excited Kai

Day 5. A Date With Kai (Written)

Day 5.5. Date Talk

Day 6. The Universe Can Fuck Off

Day 6.4. Masochist

Day 6.8. Bossy Ass

Day 7. Kinda Hot

Day 7.2. Strawberry Shortcake Detective Work

Day 7.4. Virgin

Day 7.6. Tongue Piercing

Day 7.8. Tramp Stamp

Day 8. BDE

Day 8.16. Pet Play

Day 8.32. Horny Chain

Day 8.48. Badass Ballerina

Day 8.64. Gyu’s Bullshit Detector

Day 8.8. Dirty Dream

Day 9. Sugar Mommy Yumi

Day 9.5. Secret Messages

Day 10. Kyunghee vs. Miji

Day 10.3. Everyone Crushin’ on YN

Day 10.6. Pounce

Day 11. Irresistible (Written, NSFW)

Day 12. Deny Deny Deny

Day 12.3. Ass Bruise

Day 12.6. Moving to Mars

Day 13. Penis with a Bra

Day 13.4. Expired Milk

Day 13.8. We Have a Winner

Day 13.99 Would You Rather

Day 14. Say It Like You Mean It

Day 14.5. Charm

Day 15. A Date with Beomgyu (Written)

Day 16. They’re In Love

Day 16.5. High Horse

Day 17. Jealous

Day 17.5. Apologies

Day 18. No Sledding

Day 18.25. A Dream

Day 18.5. Complicated

Day 18.75. Element of Surprise

Day 19. Proud Shipper

Day 19.5. WYKYK

Day 20. Love... Rectangle?

Day 20.5. Yumi, My Wife

Day 21. Pancakes or Waffles

Day 21.5. Compatibility Rating

Day 22. Inconvenient

Day 22.5. A Date With Yeonjun (Written)

Day 23. Advice from Nari

Day 23.33 Cupid and Soobin

Day 23.66. Creepy

Day 24. Hold My Hand

Day 24.5. Yuyn, Best Ship

Day 25. Mommy & Daddy

Day 25.5. Left on the Side of the Road

Day 26. Boys R Gross

Day 26.33. Sandcastles in the Sand

this is the point where the CANON ending begins. the alternate endings will be added later, after the series has finished its canon run.

Day 26.66. Electrifying (Written, Minorly NSFW)

Day 27.0. Rules Be Damned (Written, NSFW)

Day 27. Clean the Kitchen

Day 27.5. Heathens

Day 28. All Yours (Written, NSFW)

Day 28.25. Smitten

Day 28.5. Kai Delulu Era

Day 28.75. Whipped

Day 29. The Final Conversation

Day 30. For the Rest of Time

epilogue.

THE END. (Sequel release date TBA)

Yeonjun’s Ending (written, nsfw) (posted 9/27/22)

Poly!Ending (written, nsfw) (posted 11/12/22)

This smau is fuckin giant... idk how the hell i’ve done all this LOL

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junnieverse · 9 months

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✧ T O M O R R O W X T O G E T H E R !

MASTERLIST

(투모로우바이투게더)

ꕥ KEY !

— fluff (f.), angst (a.), suggestive (sg.), crack (c.), reaction (r.), headcanon (hc.), timestamp (ts.), oneshots (o.), series (s.), social media au (sm.), favourite (fav.)

─── OT5 !

❥ boyfriend habits (f.)(hc.)

❥ first dates (f.)(hc.)

❥ daily best friend texts (gc. ver.) (c.)(f.)(sm.)

─── CHOI SOOBIN !

❥ kiss and tell (f.)(o.)

─── CHOI YEONJUN !

❥ yeonjun as your boyfriend (f.)(hc.)

─── CHOI BEOMGYU !

❥ daily best friend texts (sm.)(c.)(f.)

─── KANG TAEHYUN !

❥ taehyun as your boyfriend (hc.)(f.)

❥ texts with your crush (sm.)(f.)

─── HUENING KAI !

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#junnieverse.nav #tomorrow x together #txt #moa #kpop #txt x reader #txt masterlist

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nishimuraazr1zzkiii · 4 months

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Welcome to my jewellery shop you can call me raze!

Bakery store (main acc) - wanderes-archive

We sell bracelet(for enhypen) , ring(for skz) and necklace(for txt) more accessories to come!

(Color of charms/gem) for bracelet, necklace and ring

Pink(scenarios)

Blue(oneshot)

Green(headcanons)

Purple(au)

Color of the actual bracelet, ring and necklace:

💜purple(smau/series) 🧡orange(text) 💛(crack) 💗(fluff) 💙(angst) 💚(comfort)

We provide added charms depending on your choice of jewellery! Our plain design consists of (color of hearts) and the name of your person!

Ex: enhypen - heeseung, Jay, jake, sunghoon,sunoo, jungwon, ni-ki

En- : all members (masterlist)

Straykidz - Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

Skz : all members

Tomorrow by together- yeonjun, soobin, beomgyu, taehyun, hueningkai

Txt : all members

Added charm design can range anywhere from -

Pearl(Male reader)

Tulips(female reader)

Ribbon(gn reader)

Upcoming jewellery!!

None yet!

Rules!!!

No racism or any discrimination against other people. (feels kinda stupid to me)

I will not accept any request discriminating of other people

I will state if I do not feel comfortable with the request.

I can decline any request if I ever feel uncomfortable.

Please do not rush, I am still a living person with lives and people to care for.

That's all! Enjoy your stay and again welcome to my jewellery shop!

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 2 years

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TTO: Worth It || Hwang Hyunjin

Chapter two: College band

Synopsis: After the band The Thunderous Ones go viral, Hyunjin (famously known as ‘Hyune’) comes across obstacles that may question himself if it was all truly worth it. Will the overwhelming fame go to his head? Will he forget where his roots lie and who supported him through it all? Or is he willing to throw it all away? Would it all be just worth it?

“I can’t believe I actually fell in love with you.”

“What?”

Genre: Fluff, Slow burn, Fanfic Series Word Count: 2,8K Band position: Singer, rapper, guitarist Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader (ft. TXT’s Choi Yeonjun & Ateez’s Jung Wooyoung) Tropes: Semi-Social Media!AU || Best Friends to Strangers to Lovers || Band!AU || College!AU || Non Idol!AU Warnings: Swearing.

Author’s Note: Everything used in this series is used for entertainment and fiction purposes.

Chapter two: College band

“Stop throwing your drumsticks at me!” Jisung yelled at the drummer, Chan, who was having the time of his life annoying the guitarist that was having trouble escaping his shots.

With dimples on display, Chan yelled back at him: “Start playing our songs instead of covering anything else that we are supposed to!” Another drumstick was thrown at Jisung’s head, causing him to squeal out.

Felix and Seungmin shared a look with one another and shook their heads as they watched two-fifth of their band bickering for the umpteenth time during their rehearsal. Preparing for a gig usually start out chaotic, this wasn’t the first time Chan ran out of ammo. Jisung, who usually was his target, took as a chance to get his revenge and tackled the Aussie down.

Hyunjin was calmly seated on an armchair, legs kicked up on the armrest as he jammed on his guitar. Completely immersed into the new melody he had thought of, he was oblivious to the so-called fight Jisung and Chan were having.

“Hello boys~” A familiar voice sang was heard when Y/n walked through the door, her hands occupied with take-away bags, schoolbooks, her bag and phone. She froze for a second as she watched the scene in front of her. Jisung was now seated on top of Chan’s belly whilst Chan groaned in agony yet continued to laugh his ass off. Felix and Seungmin seemed to have joined their playful fight.

“Let me help you with that Nugget.” Her best friend Hyunjin said, who noticed her presence and relieved her from her occupied hands. “Oh, so that’s my new nickname now? What happened to ‘Maniac’.” She scoffs with a laugh, starting to set the small table within the studio with the food she brought. “You keep calling me ‘French Fry’, everybody needs some nuggets with their fries, don’t they” He wiggled with his eyebrows only to receive the back of her hand slapping against his chest.

“Yes Y/n! Join the rebellion!” She heard Jisung yell, who was held in a headlock by Chan who regained power over the ‘situation’. “Y/n help!” Tired Seungmin yelled who was being sat on by Chan who tried to hold the younger three boys down.

“Food’s ready!” Was the only thing that needed to be yelled by her for the boys to make peace and stuff their face as the aftermath.

The six of them were enjoying their food, catching up as the exams were coming up and making up a strategy for the upcoming gig that they were excited for. Y/n listened to the boys rambling on about the upcoming gig as she made herself comfortable on the armchair, where Hyunjin previously sat. Y/n closed her eyes as a headache struck her out of nowhere, not really though. She knew that the study sessions she’s been having was the culprit. “How are the other maniacs doing, Chief Maniac?” Felix asked smirking at Hyunjin who wasn’t too pleased that Felix used the nickname only he used on Y/n. “Well, Jeongin has been continuously spamming me with texts and calls about subjects that he just can’t get right for the upcoming exams. Minho is busy with dancing as usual, so nothing new to be honest.” She laughed.

“And how have you been holding up Maniac?” Hyunjin asked, emphasizing on the nickname to make it clear only he gets to use that name on her. “I’ve been fine up until like yesterday, I guess. Professors are so kind to give us extra work and new projects as the exams are nearing. They are just lovely, aren’t they.” She batted her eyes whilst smiling bitterly.

“To top that all off, I’ve just been stressed and I’ve been having headaches, cramps and migraines every other day these past few weeks. So, fuck ‘em deadlines.” She chanted, holding her drink high. “Fuck ‘em deadlines!” The boys yelled after her as they raised theirs.

“How has the pride and joy of our college been?” Y/n teased, giving the boys a glance. They had always been incredibly humble about their talents and their success. Even as a ‘simple’ college band the boys seemed to have gained recognition throughout the country, earning themselves thousands of fans.

“Stop it,” Chan started as his ears began to turn a warmer tone. “I still can’t believe that we started out as a joke, simply because we wanted to do something we enjoyed. Now we’re getting booked for gigs and have people recognizing us around the campus. It already feels so surreal and we are nowhere near the ‘pride and joy’ of the school. We all know the jocks hold that trophy.” He laughed.

“But besides that, we’ve been well to be honest. None of us have been too stressed about our deadlines, but we do like to complain about them.” Jisung added with a smile. “Nonetheless, you’ll be fine Y/n. There’s no need to worry. If you try your best, that’s the best thing you can do. Besides, you’re so talented and on top of your class. What have I told you about believing in your-fucking-self.” Hyunjin playfully smacks her with the nearest pillow to make his point clear, causing her to burst out in laughter.

Hyunjin shoved Jisung to the side who was sitting in front of Y/n, trying to enjoy his food, as Hyunjin wanted to sit closer to his best friend.

He ignored the glances from his bandmates and turned to Y/n who had laid down on the armchair, swinging her feet that hung on the side of the armrest. He was turned to her as he rested his head on her tummy, starting to poke her puffed cheeks, causing her to playfully stick out her tongue every time he did so. “Are you comfortable?” Hyunjin asked her softly as the others continued their own conversations. She simply nodded, he figured she was starting to feel tired. He knew how hardworking she was and even during her busy schedule she continued to spend time with him and the band to support them during rehearsals or writing songs with them.

He was very grateful for her, more than she’d ever know.

Hyunjin noticed the necklace she was wearing and figured that it must’ve been uncomfortable as she kept fidgeting with it. He moved her head to the side and carefully slid his hands behind her head to take it off for her as she laid still as well for her earrings. Y/n has always adored the kind and thoughtful gestures Hyunjin did for her. Things like this made her heart feel warm by the simple act of kindness or whenever he comes by her place, somehow sensing she’s going through something, bringing a bag with things he knows she’d love.

She loves him very much, more that he’d ever know or than she’d like to admit.

“You seem tired, do you want to skip date night tonight?” Hyunjin asked her. “Are you out of your mind?” She exclaimed, regaining a burst of energy. “We’ve had these weekly date nights for the past three years, I am not missing out only because I'm a little tired.” She laughs as Hyunjin threw his hands up in defense. “Only looking out for you, Nugget.” “Yeah sure, let’s get going then if you still are up for date night.”

“Hold your horses! We still have three songs to rehears then I’m willing to let the two of you go. This rehearsal has been nothing but the embodiment of procrastination, we must rehear at least three songs.” Chan stressed.

“You okay with that Maniac?” “Yes, yes, I’ll be fine. I’ll take a nap or something-“ “Is our music that boring Y/n?” Felix playfully cried out. “Hush and go rehears, I’m losing date night time.” Y/n stuck out her tongue and made herself comfortable once again.

She had always loved their music and enjoyed spending time with them as they wrote songs together. She adored their passion and she loved how immersed they were on stage when they performed.

“Try this!” Hyunjin yelled in a whisper as he aimed his food-filled spoon towards her. She hummed in delight after eating the bite and did a little dance to express how delicious it was.

“So, what are the rest of our plans for the night?” “It surprises me every time at how much of a night owl you are.” Y/n giggles at her overly excited best friend.

“We can go on our usual shopping spree, go to an arcade, or take a walk through the park to go home and watch a movie?” She suggested. “How about we do all of them? It’s date night after all.” He grinned mischievously. “If you want to spend time with me so badly, why don’t you just say so.” She giggles as she held his hand in hers. “Do you want to get desert here or shall we go in town to get something?” “Let’s go into town, the night market is open tonight and I want some rice cakes.”

After their dinner they went into town to do some shopping and have their weekly argument about who’s paying for what. “Hyune, I can pay for myself!” She whines as she tried her best friend from walking towards the register. “Just let me pay woman!” He jokes back as he tried to continue walking forward with her wrapped around his waist, trying to act as an anchor to hold him back.

“Hwang Hyunjin, I’m warning you! I will get you that expensive set of paint brushes you never let me get you!” “You wouldn’t dare!” The second she let go of him he knew he was screwed. Y/n ran out of the store, leaving him holding a mountain of stuff that still needed to be paid for. He tried calling after her, but he could only hear her giggles as she moved further away from him.

“Stop blubbering Hyune and just take the fucking gift!” She cries out in laughter to her best friend who’s laying defeated next to her on the grass as they had moved to a park after their shopping.

“But-“ “No buts.” She says as she smacked his butt, causing him to yelp in surprise and turn onto his back. A pout was shot her way, which she ignored. Instead, she placed the new paint brushes she bought for him on his face, with a smile plastered on her own. He moved them off his face and tackled her down with him. “Thank you.” He whispered into her tummy, making her chuckle whilst she ran her hand through his hair. “You’re welcome, now you can continue to gush about art supplies whilst using the ones you’ve been eyeing for so fucking long.” “I can’t believe you spend 80.000 won on a paintbrush set.” He groans into her stomach, slightly shaking her in the process. “And you keep buying stuff for me with the money you earn from gigs with the guys, when you really need to put that money in your bank account.” “What’s the fun in that?” He grinned. “Hyune.” She groans.

After bickering for some more the two went to get snacks from the night market and brought them home for their movie night. They were sprawled on the couch in Y/n’s apartment living room. Hyunjin was laid down on his side with Y/n’s back pressed against his torso. Sneaking a glance down at her, he noticed her looking at her books she was studying earlier. He had to drag her onto the couch with him, to get her to relax. He took off her jewelry before he pressed her against his chest.

As the movie continued, Y/n was internally screaming. They’ve laid down like this countless of times. He had his arm loosely wrapped around her waist, his breath tickling her neck through her hair. How she wishes that all these affectionate touches meant something. She’s never thought she’d have a chance with her gorgeous best friend. Even if others would disagree, especially when they already seem like a couple to the outside world.

Y/n knew better.

“Have you written any new songs lately?” Hyunjin asked, disinterested by the movie.

Now that he has mentioned it, Y/n was reminded by the amount of love songs she’s written dedicated to him. Yet, she would never admit that.

“Yeah, inspiration struck me like lightning this past few weeks, which wasn’t helpful at all to be honest. I wanted to shift my focus on my studies and not on songwriting for just one week.” The truth is: Y/n has been continuously thinking about her best friend in a non-best friend way. Watching him rehears with his band, where he is in his element... It is almost bewitching to her.

The moment she realized she was enamored with her best friend, was the second where he had hurried to her place to comfort her through a panic attack she had during her first exam season. It was their first year and Y/n was nervous to enroll into a study she loved, but wasn’t very confident in. It took Hyunjin weeks of his time to convince her that she was truly talented at what she did and that he wished that she could see herself through his point of view.

The amount of effort he willingly put into comforting her, was so touching (and attractive), she hasn’t been able to think of her best friend as just a friend.

She turned to face him, her eyelids feeling quite heavy and Hyunjin’s touch was warm and welcoming. Feeling his arm wrap around her whilst softly caressing her back, knowing it will help putting her to sleep.

Y/n couldn’t help but think that she could die happily right now if it were to be in his arms.

“You really are such a talented individual, it’s insane.” Hyunjin started, his hand now tangled in her hair. “You exceed in your studies, you write amazing song and you’re almost as good as me when it comes to art- ouch!” Hyunjin yelled after he received a smack to the chest. “I was just kidding gosh. About the last part at least- hey!” He grabbed her hand and tangled it with his.

She hoped he couldn’t feel her heart pounding against his chest.

“We’ll be having an upcoming gig soon, not going to lie, I’m nervous. I feel like we really got something at stake this time. Maybe I’m just pressuring myself since I’m a perfectionist after all.” “I could help writing songs if that would help? I think a ‘fresh’ sound could be good.” Y/n mumbled tiredly, her eyes closed as she snuggled into her warmth as much as she could. He carries on rambling about his thoughts, until he looks down and notices the sleeping figure in his arms.

He took a deep breath, his hand softly cupping her face as he softly caressed her cheek. His heart overwhelmingly full as he remembered a random article that mentioned the safe feeling someone unconsciously experience whenever they are with a certain person, that lets them fall asleep around them.

Hyunjin felt honored and relieved that he was a safe space to her.

He used to only wish to be just that and nothing more. Yet, his wishes had become greedier as he wanted her to himself. He loved seeing her interact with his friends, but he adored the moments where her eyes were focused on him and him only.

Hyunjin had tried to keep his mind occupied with happenings around the band and whatnot, but she keeps coming back to his thoughts as if she lives in his head rent free.

He adores how passionate she is about his artwork and how supportive she’s always been about his dreams. He’s grateful of how great of a friend she’s been to him, ever since they’ve met.

He’s so in love with her.

He knew that for sure, months after they’ve met.

He’s so in love with her.

His best friend, but he’s too scared the feelings aren’t mutual and that he’d ruin whatever they had.

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