fanfictionofmyown

[fanfictionofmyown]

It's a bad idea, right? (02)

*ೃ༄ pairing: han jisung x fem!reader.

*ೃ༄ genre: college!au, brother's best friend & 3racha Jisung (yes he is his own genre lol), y/n is Minho's slightly younger sister, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, drama, my attempt at humor.

*ೃ༄ word count: 10k.

*ೃ༄ summary: The Lee siblings' rule was simple: don’t flirt, kiss, sleep, or even dare to think about dating the other sibling’s friends. Pretty straightforward stuff, right? No matter how ridiculous that rule sounds now, both of you respected it religiously for years, being one of the main reasons your relationship remained as strong as it did for so long. But, what happens when your brother decides to break it on a random Friday night, at a frat party, with one of your closest friends? You decide to take revenge, of course. And what better way to do it than with the help of his precious best friend, Han Jisung, whom you’ve been crushing on since forever?

*ೃ༄ warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, jealousy, sexual tension, mentions of drinking and smoking.

♡. part 01 .♡

♡. a/n: hii <3 i really struggled with this part since I wanted it to end in a completely different way but tbh, I think this new ending is better. yn and jisung are really, really into each other (horny) in this part so enjoy! <3 do let me know your thoughts about this chapter!! <3 i love reading them (the first part of this chapter is from jisung's pov).

Their little private party continued well into the night, with drinks pouring and smoke making everyone a little hazy and disconnected from the world. It was an intoxicating feeling, one Jisung enjoyed to the fullest at the end of every gig and every night if he could.

Still, things were a bit different now. Usually, he would have people all over him, touching and whispering the dirtiest of things in his ear until he’d finally snap and take them to his dressing room. When away, he preferred to use his hotel room for such activities but while in town, the dressing room was his best choice since his house has always been off-limits. He wasn’t like Chan or Changbin, Jisung valued his privacy and the precious memories he’s made over the years in said house. Call him sentimental, but the only people who have ever stepped foot in his childhood bedroom were his best friend, his first girlfriend and the other two members of 3racha. That’s it.

Was it a bit weird to be so protective over something so silly and insignificant? Maybe. Did Jisung care? Not really.

Even so, he’s only ever allowed a handful of people in his personal bubble, as well as his bedroom, his safe space if you will. That’s why all the hookups were strictly happening somewhere far, far away from that bubble. Maybe he was afraid of intimacy, to let someone else see him bare in more ways than one and that’s why he’s locked his heart away and threw the key somewhere so out of reach for everyone.

Or maybe, he just had commitment issues. That’s what Minho always says anyway.

One thing was certain though – no random stranger would ever step foot in his house, no matter how high, intoxicated or horny he was. Jisung was a man with well-established boundaries and nothing will change that.

That’s why he was no stranger to going home alone. It was, however, out of the ordinary for him to end the night without getting his dick wet. It’s not like he lacked options: there were many, an overwhelming amount. He just wasn’t feeling it, no energy left in him to text any of them back, to deal with any more people than he’s already had to tonight.

His social battery ran out too quickly and now all he wanted to do was go home and sleep for two days straight, turning his phone off and disappearing from everyone’s lives for a while. His friends and manager will understand, surely.

A deep voice interrupted his inner turmoil as he dwelled on the matter, oscillating between calling over one of his booty calls from the bar for a quick fuck or just going straight home and locking himself away. Guess that had to be put on hold for the time being.

“Han Jisung.”

Looking up, he can’t help but smirk at the person he finds standing in front of him. “Yongbok. You keep surprising me tonight. Do you miss me, is that it?”

Felix rolls his eyes in response, already regretting his choice to approach him, which amuses Jisung greatly. Standing up, he ignores the buzzing phone in his hand and crosses his arms, giving the other man his whole attention for the time being.

The silence stretches on as Felix’s face contorts unpleasantly and it’s clear that he’d rather be doing anything else than speak to him right now. It must have taken everything in him to come over and start this conversation and without you by his side, it looks like Yongbok has already reached his limit.

Speaking of, where have you disappeared to? And most importantly, why was your loyal puppy bothering him instead of being with you?

Growing tired, Jisung tries his best to mask the exasperation in his voice. “What do you want, Yongbok? Do you need help finding your way home to your owner or what?”

The glare he receives in response is hilarious to his tipsy self, the alcohol in his system making him miss all the obvious social cues. Not like he cared in the first place, this was Yongbok in front of him after all.

“Help? From you?” Yongbok laughs, throwing his head back. “Not in a million years.”

Jisung is the one who rolls his eyes now, finally throwing the annoying device that hasn’t stopped buzzing on the chair behind him. “Then? I don’t want to spend the rest of my night with you, so spit it out already.”

Any traces of the smile previously on his features vanish instantly as big, brown eyes look straight into his. “I’m here to give you a warning.”

Amused, Jisung raises an eyebrow, leaning back on the chair nonchalantly. If Yongbok was expecting him to shiver in his boots, he’d have to try harder than that.

Stepping closer, Felix’s voice gets lower. “If you hurt her, Han Jisung, I swear I will return that pain tenfold.”

That piques his interest and he uncrosses his arms, straightening his posture. He’s a few inches taller than the man before him but Jisung learned a long time ago to not underestimate him. Felix might’ve been petite but behind the bright and smiley exterior was a very skilled fighter, one that wasn’t afraid to step in and defend his loved ones.

Jisung wasn’t stupid – he knew that even with the boxing lessons Minho made him take as some sort of bonding activity, he was no match for Felix in a physical fight.

But what Felix seems to have forgotten is that Jisung has an advantage. Or several.

“Don’t worry about that.” Suddenly much more sober than before, he lets the ghost of a smirk appear on his tense features, one that Felix doesn’t fail to notice.

“After all, I’m not the one who made her cry, am I?”

As expected, his words hit a bit too close to home and Felix’s tough exterior visibly crumbles as he takes a step back, like he was in pain himself. Like he was the one left sobbing for days on end by his best friend, abandoned like an old toy that inevitably got replaced by another, shiny and new. Like you were the one that hurt him and not the other way around; like he was the victim in the whole situation.

The nerve of him to act like he was the one Jisung held in his arms as his shirt got drenched, fragile heart breaking in his hands with every pained whimper that escaped your mouth. The audacity had Jisung’s anger rising without a clear reason, not really understanding his reaction. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the memory of your tear-stained face looking up at him, so broken and sad in the passenger seat of his car on a random Monday back in high school, when he picked you up in Minho’s place.

It was most likely both that fuelled his unexplainable anger and kept him talking, completely ignoring the look on Felix’s face just like he ignored you back then.

“Nor did I lead her on for months on end like a fucking asshole, right?”

Felix visibly flinches at the words, certainly relieving those same memories Jisung was thinking about just moments ago. Even though he couldn’t and he never will because he wasn’t there. Felix wasn’t there to comfort you when you needed him the most, Jisung was.

And he remembers it like it was yesterday.

So whatever pain Felix might be feeling now could never compare to the one you felt back then, struggling to breathe through the sobs that even his soothing touch and whispered words of comfort couldn’t diminish.

Without giving him any other chance to speak, he continues carelessly, landing the finishing blow.

“Now that we’re both on the same page, Yongbok,” he exhales through gritted teeth, taking a step closer towards him just like Felix has done before when he expected him to back down. “Get the fuck out of my face.”

He blinks, schooling his face into a neutral expression that doesn’t prevent Jisung from seeing right through him as he hoped. On the contrary, his clenched jaw tells him everything he needs to know.

Yongbok is fuming, barely holding himself together. But, he’s also aware of his faults so he backs off, not blowing up in Jisung’s face like he wants. For such a nice guy, loved by many, Felix had a pretty short fuse.

Guess that’s why he’s such a great actor, charming everyone he meets with just a few pretty words he never means.

Anyways, crisis averted for now. Somewhat.

“What’s going on here?” Chan’s voice interrupts their glaring match but the tension remains as palpable as before, even as they both take a step back from each other. Even tipsy, they’re both still sober enough to remember that fighting in front of Chan won’t end well for either of them.

“Nothing.” Felix finally speaks, voice hoarse and deeper than before, the storm behind his eyes not visible to Chan. “I was just leaving, Y/n is waiting for me.”

Chan nods slowly, trying to understand what happened as Felix walks past him without as much of a glance in his direction.

Jisung’s eyes follow his retreating form for a moment before he reaches for his discarded phone and his mouth opens on its own accord, not being able to stop himself. “Make sure you don’t make her cry on the way home, Yongbok.”

Both of Felix’s middle fingers shoot up in the air as he continues to walk away, not bothering to give any other answer to the obvious taunt. Jisung only smirks, satisfied he managed to get under his skin for a second time that night.

When he finally disappears and they remain alone in their little space in the VIP section, Chan turns to him with curiosity written all over his face.

“What was that?”

He shrugs, already captivated by his phone. “I’m just looking out for Minho’s little sister.”

Chan doesn’t buy it, Jisung can tell without even looking at him. But he doesn’t react, fingers moving across the screen as he types, cancelling multiple plans he made while sober and in a more social mood.

“Jisung.” Chan sighs, not even expecting an answer as he runs a hand through his dark curls. “Don’t start playing with fire if you aren’t ready to get burnt.”

That makes him tear his gaze from the device, a cocky smile slowly morphing onto his features. “Oh, but I’m ready.”

Then, he shows his screen to Christopher who can’t help but also smirk when he recognizes the people in the picture before him. It was you and Jisung after all, sharing a supposed kiss that was already gaining thousands of likes despite being posted just minutes ago. With the lighting and the angle, his fans wouldn’t be able to recognize you but the people that mattered certainly would.

Like Minho, if he paid close attention, which he didn’t most of the time. But to be honest, that’s what he was hoping for. Minho scrolling past his feed without a second glance and giving him more time to enjoy this silly ploy with you. The alcohol in his system along with the adrenaline pumping through his veins from the little confrontation that just took place completely erased all of his nerves and previous protests regarding your plan, leaving him giddy with excitement.

Minho might not notice but there was no doubt in his mind that Yongbok would, despite having him blocked on all socials. This will reach him one way or another and Jisung couldn’t wait to see his blood boil as he turned green with envy, jealous of the way he got to touch and feel you while he was stuck on the sidelines, watching it all.

“I’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?” And for once, Chris actually agrees with him.

Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

—----

The weekend finds you on the couch, scrolling idly through your phone while a random show plays in the background and one of the cats sleeps soundly on your stomach, deeming you comfy enough for a bed. It’s quiet and peaceful, with the sun barely peeking through the closed curtains and you almost doze off as your scrolling slowly stops. Your breathing evens out and sleep is right there, on the tip of your eyelashes, coming to take you to dreamland until the most annoying voice in existence startles both you and the feline and your phone slips through your fingers and falls to the ground. The cat jumps off and runs away instantly, seeking comfort with his other two siblings while you remain there, groaning into a pillow.

“Come here! I made breakfast.” Your brother yells from the kitchen and this is the first time in your life that you start to consider murder as the only option left to solve all of your problems.

Rolling your eyes, you complain under your breath as you drag your feet to the kitchen, forgetting all about your phone and the sweet dream that was about to take you under. When he sees you, Minho’s whole face lights up from where he’s sitting at the table, not expecting you to actually join him.

Well, too bad you won’t.

“Thanks.” Is all you say before grabbing your plate and making your way back to the living room, Minho’s face falling in the process.

It’s been exactly one week since that incident at the party, when Minho, letting his dick take over, broke one of your promises. One week since you’ve spoken more than three sentences to him.

Truth be told, you were starting to miss him but every time you tried to make things right, to push it all aside for the sake of your relationship, your anger got the better of you and it all went back to square one. It was childish and you could feel Minho’s annoyance rising because of your behaviour but, you just couldn’t stop yourself, especially when you remembered all the years you’ve spent following that rule just for his sake. Just so he won’t be upset or uncomfortable having to pick between his sister and one of his friends.

You’ve put his happiness above yours for so long and in the end, he couldn’t have cared less. You were miserable for nothing. That’s where all of the anger came from, among other things (Han Jisung).

Minho lets out a loud sigh but other than that, remains seated and gives you the space you need. Your brother wasn’t a bad guy, far from it, but he really messed up and now he had to bear the consequences of his actions.

As you make yourself comfortable on the couch again, Dori comes back and jumps onto your lap, purring, almost like he wants to take away your anger himself which warms your heart. This is why your brother’s furballs were your favourite thing about him.

Ten minutes later, when you’re done eating, Minho comes to get your plate and goes back to wash it without a word. Every time you two argue and it ends up being his fault, your brother has the same pattern when it comes to apologizing. If words don’t work, he switches to acts of service and if those don’t work either, he starts spending money on the most random stuff you might have said you liked 5 years ago. His brain worked in mysterious ways.

Thankfully, the doorbell rings and breaks the awkward atmosphere.

Picking Dori up, you make your way towards the door and almost gasp when you realize who’s on the other side.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” His voice is low, like he just rolled out of bed and came here first thing and the sound alone awakens the dormant butterflies that always go crazy when he’s near. “Can I come in?”

You nod, trying to catch your breath as you step to the side and Dori jumps from your arms to rub himself against Jisung’s legs in greeting. The boy smiles, the most genuine you’ve ever seen him and crouches down to pet the little feline, his favourite out of the three. And nobody could blame him when the bond they shared was absolutely adorable.

Suddenly, you’re very conscious of your appearance and your hands shoot up to at least fix your hair as his back is to you, patting down and cursing under your breath at the ugly pyjamas you chose to wear last night.

Of course, Han Jisung has to show up looking all perfect at 10 a.m. while you still look like a literal zombie. Just your luck, really.

You haven’t seen him since his gig a few days ago but you’ve kept in touch, and he certainly didn’t mention anything about suddenly coming to your house on a Saturday morning. So, that means he’s here to see your stupid brother. Great. You can never win, can you?

“Oh?” Minho’s voice reaches both of you simultaneously as he comes strolling into the hallway with the other two cats in toe, hands still wet. “Why are you here?”

From the way he speaks, you would never guess these two have been best friends since middle school.

“Good morning to you too, baby.” Jisung smirks as he looks up, still petting Dori who’s now on his back, showing his belly, and your heart can’t help but flutter at the nickname even though he didn’t address you. There was something almost enthralling about the way this word rolled down his tongue, just like fresh honey. Addicting even, making you want to be the only one with the privilege of hearing it. Want to be his baby. Wait, what –

“Can’t I come and visit my best friend once in a while?” He continues, smirk slowly morphing into a smile yet the playfulness doesn’t leave his voice. “I’ve missed you.”

Minho rolls his eyes, drying his hands on the dark blue apron he wore. Your dad’s apron. “I saw you two days ago.”

“And that was two days too long!”

“Do you guys need a moment?”

They both turn to look at you at the same time like they just remembered you were hearing this too. Jisung gives you an apologetic smile and stands up, pushing the hair back from his eyes. “Another time. You’re the one I came to see today, sweetheart.”

Minho’s eyes narrow as he looks between the two of you, completely oblivious to the excitement that is quickly taking over you. And just like that, for the first time that morning, Han Jisung manages to make you smile with a single sentence.

But before you can open your mouth, your brother butts in and the world comes crashing down again. “See her? What for? I didn’t know you guys were that close.”

The glare you send his way would make any normal person feel uncomfortable but as we’ve already established, you and your brother were far from normal. He’s grown immune to your antics a long time ago as nothing you can do or say phases him anymore.

Or so, he thinks.

Before you can open your mouth and bite back, you feel a strong arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you close, the smell of his cologne invading all of your senses and making you a little unstable on your feet.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about our relationship, right, sweetie?”

Then it all clicks in your head, making sense. Jisung isn’t here to see Minho – he’s here to annoy him! He’s here for you! Thank God his arm was already holding you upright because you were sure your legs might’ve betrayed you at the realization.

Your features relax and soften as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes in what you hope is a seductive way. He looks down instinctively and winks, smirk widening when you reach out and gently trace his jaw with one finger, pleased you caught on to his act.

“You don’t have to tell him all of our secrets now, Ji.” You purr and he responds by leaning into your touch, playing it up as much as he can since he’s aware Minho could see right through your act if he tried.

Thankfully, your brother is still stuck on the way Jisung enunciated that one word, relationship, like he was hinting at something deeper going on, something he wasn’t aware of. He’s deep in thought, you can tell by the way his eyebrows furrow, visibly displeased at the new revelation and that makes you so giddy you have to stop yourself from giggling by hiding your face in Jisung’s shoulder.

He knows what you’re doing and responds accordingly, pulling you flush against him and that’s when Minho snaps out of it, both eyebrows shooting up in brief surprise. Quickly discarding his apron, your brother turns to walk back into the apartment and that’s when you two share a conspiratorial grin.

However, Minho isn’t one to back down easily. “Fine, give me ten minutes then the three of us can go and do something fun together.”

Wait, what? You weren’t expecting that, and Jisung can tell by the look of horror that crosses your face as you pull away, panicking.

“The three of us?” Jisung questions, not shaken at all. “It’s Saturday, Min. You have dance practice with Yongbok and Hyunjin, remember?”

Minho stops in his tracks, pausing for a moment as he seems to remember his schedule and groans loudly, annoyed at the whole situation. Your face lights up and Jisung squeezes your shoulder reassuringly with a smile.

Bless his weird attachment to your brother and his elephant memory.

Turning around, all three cats scramble to him and you understand why the moment your eyes meet his, cold with no hint of amusement left in them. Minho might’ve been immune to your childish acts but in your case, even a narrow gaze from him made you stand straighter, slightly terrified. In those instances, you were left feeling like the bullies that dared bother you as a child, the ones he took care of one by one – frozen in fear.

That makes your brother sound like some sort of child gangster but truth be told, Minho is scary now and was even scarier back then. Or that’s what your undeveloped mind was fooled into believing back then, since his anger was never directed towards you, ever.

Seeing their brother beat a middle schooler with a stick would do that to any child.

One thing that’s never changed since then, however, was the fact that no matter how scary Minho appeared on the outside, you were never truly afraid of him. Because you knew, even from a young age, that he would never hurt you. On the contrary, he’s always been a little too protective of you, coddling and spoiling you rotten.

Still, that didn’t mean Minho didn’t know how to make you question and regret all of your life decisions with a single look. He’s mastered the warning gaze from your parents at a young age and the feelings it awakened in you never changed. Discomfort with a side of good old shame.

“Hm, lucky you, right?”

You don’t respond, looking away as your whole face warms at the hidden implication. Stupid brother with his stupid mouth and his stupid mind games.

Jisung’s arm around your shoulders comforts you silently and Minho notices, eyes flying straight to the unusual display of affection.

“Have fun,” and suddenly, he smiles innocently like nothing even happened, “but if you’re not home by the time I return from practice you’re sleeping outside with the dog.”

If you had any doubts Minho couldn’t tell what you were doing, they all went out the window in a split second.

You frown, not falling for his evil ploys. “We don’t have a dog.”

“No, but Jisung does.” Jisung snorts next to you and your glare finds a new target as you elbow his side, Minho’s smile widening. “I’m sure Bbama will love to have a sleepover with you.”

He then turns around to continue on his merry way, humming as the cats follow him like he’s their leader or something, the one that carries all the answers they’ve been looking for. Traitors, furry little traitors, all of them.

But then, as you glare at his retreating back, it hits you.

You were supposed to have the upper hand! He’s going to be the one sleeping outside with the dog, not you!

And so, you’re on his trail in a second, the cats all running away from the scene. “How dare you speak to me like this?! You little bitch, come back here! “

That morning, Han Jisung is once again subjected to one of your arguments, against his will as always. The only good thing is that after all these years, he’s gotten so used to them that when you and Minho come into the living room still bickering, he’s fast asleep on the couch with all of the cats on him.

By the time you’re done getting ready for the day and leave the house with Jisung, your mood is already ruined. All thanks to Minho, a normal occurrence lately.

Getting out of his car with a huff, Jisung follows before quickly locking it and catching up with you. His arm finds solace around your shoulders again and without meaning to, you slow down to accommodate him.

“Where are we going?” you ask, looking straight ahead as you continue leading him like you know exactly where. A girl’s wrath is capable of amazing things.

He smiles, amusement with a very obvious hint of fondness clear in his voice. “You started walking away without me despite not even knowing where we are?”

You shrug, already becoming used to the weight of his arm around you. It’s pleasant and warm, lulling the butterflies to sleep as you begin relaxing in his presence. You’d never thought this would happen, not after being so nervous and excited around him for so many years because of your bottled-up feelings.

A welcomed development if you said so yourself. Finally, you managed to calm the fuck down and act normal in front of the guy you liked.

Wonder how long that will last.

“This way.” He gently steers you both in the right direction and your destination becomes clear.

“The arcade?” There’s a hint of excitement in your voice and Jisung’s face lights up, elated to finally see you happy. “I haven’t been here in years! I love this place!”

He’s beaming, grinning from ear to ear as he looks down at you. “Yeah? Me too! Your brother and I used to come here all the time back in high school.”

You know this. After all, that’s the reason you used to drag Felix here after school almost every day, just to get a glimpse of the cool senior your brother spent most of his time with. But with time, this became one of your and Felix’s favourite places thanks to the memories you made together and you often looked back fondly on those times. Skipping class has never been as fun since.

Even though you still skip class together now, in college, you aren’t as attached to the hip as you were back then because of your clashing schedules so, it’s not the same.

Excited to go in and play some games, you almost miss Changbin at the entrance.

“Look who decided to finally show up!” His loud voice disturbs your pink and peaceful bubble full of memories of high schooler Felix and you can’t help but sigh, already missing your daydreams.

“What took you so long?” He continues, all his annoyance directed at Jisung. It’s all an act because Changbin could never be upset at him, especially since when your eyes meet, he smiles. He’s surrounded by seven other people you don’t recognize, who wave and greet you politely once your gaze moves to them.

Guess Chan was busy.

A small part of you feels a bit disappointed by their presence. Even though you were aware this wouldn’t be a date per se, you were still looking forward to spending some quality time with him alone, wanting to peel back all of the layers and see who exactly was hiding behind the many masks he liked to show off. Maybe another time.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jisung runs a hand through his silky hair, not sorry at all, “Minho was being difficult.”

“You mean, a pain in the ass like always.” You mutter bitterly.

That gets a loud laugh out of Changbin, and the others follow suit, just not as flamboyant. Do all the members of 3racha run their own little cults on the side? Surely Chris wouldn’t…right? Right?!

He grins and changes the subject, though you sense there’s more he’d like to add to your comment. “We’re all here so let’s have some fun, yeah?”

Everyone cheers and you can’t help but giggle, joining them before making your way inside.

Where you expected loud chatter and laughter was only the music from the speakers playing in the background, accompanied by the bright neon lights from all the game machines. The place was empty, creepily so, and you gravitated towards Jisung for support, hiding behind him in what you hoped was a subtle enough way.

Changbin and the others run wild, like children, the moment they step in, not finding anything wrong with the deserted place. Noticing your presence, Jisung turns around with a laugh, gently grasping both of your hands.

“Sorry, pretty, I should’ve mentioned it sooner.” He says, drawing comforting patterns on your knuckles. “Changbin and I rented out the whole place for the day, that’s why it looks like something straight out of a horror movie.”

Oh, right. They were rich and famous or whatever.

You nod, visibly relaxing with the help of his comforting touch and go on ahead to discuss your plan for the day.

In the end, you settle on a pretty simple one.

Take a few pictures of each other, think of some clever captions and post them, hoping everyone (your brother) believes you’re currently on the best date of your life. Who else’s date would rent out a whole arcade for them to spend time together in peace, getting to be as lovey-dovey as they want? No ones.

Too bad Jisung wasn’t actually your date either. You were mourning that thought every day.

Once satisfied with all the posts, Jisung gets pulled away by some of the others, people you’ve learnt are part of their crew, laughing loudly as they cheer him on at a game of basketball. You’re left alone at a table somewhere a bit further away from all the fun, making yourself busy with the drink and snacks he bought to make this whole date even more believable.

Naturally, your thoughts fly to your high school days and all the time you used to spend in this very same arcade back then. Jisung has already revealed the reason he picked this place but a part of you fooled itself into believing he did it for you too, that he knew what it meant to you.

But this was Han Jisung after all, so he probably didn’t. It’s not like you could blame him either – in some aspects, you were as much of a stranger to him as he was to you since you’ve never had the chance to get to know each other on a deeper level.

Isn’t it strange? How you can know a person for most of your life but also know next to nothing about them?

“Having fun?”

Changbin’s presence snaps you out of it as he takes Jisung’s previous seat across from you, smiling brightly. “I sure hope so, Jisung did all of this for you, after all.”

“What?”

Your eyes widen comically, not believing Changbin’s words at all which causes him to laugh in response, picking up his friend’s discarded drink.

“Didn’t he tell you?” He’s still smiling, messing with one of his bracelets that came undone. “Damn, he has no game at all, huh? No wonder he’s been single since high school.”

Your whole world is spinning and you can’t help feeling like you’re being pranked right now. Jisung couldn’t have done this for you! You’re his best friend’s annoying little sister, why would he even want to do something for you?

Though, now that you think about it, he gave in easily after your argument, agreeing to help you get back at Minho with minimal complaints. But why? Does he see it as some sort of duty to protect you and make sure you’re happy all the time like he once did when you were teenagers? Is he looking out for you, wanting to keep an eye out in case you do something stupid?

Wait, what if somehow, this whole thing has been orchestrated by Minho and you’ve fallen into his trap, playing his game? No way! Has your stupid brother been behind this all of this time? Is Jisung just a pawn, moving according to his orders?

Oh my god, what if –

“Y/n?” Changbin moves some hair out of your eyes gently, looking at you with slight concern. “You good?”

You shake your head, chasing away all of the irrational thoughts before nodding at his question. Sure, if being annoying was a competition, both Jisung and Minho would somehow share first place, winning every time. But, neither of these menaces would do something like this right? Play with your head and feelings in the most cruel way imaginable.

There was no way; that’s what you chose to believe to stop your brain from going into overdrive. Felix would beat their asses, after all, defending your honour until the end. Yeah, that sounds better.

“Why would Jisung go through all this trouble for me?” You finally ask, and Changbin lets out a relieved sigh at the sound of your voice. Were you really that out of it that he started worrying? Cute.

“Why not?” He plops a fry in his mouth before extending his arm and asking you to fix his bracelet, tired of struggling. “You’re his best friend’s sister. He likes making you smile.”

Your jaw drops, and so does the bracelet, the sound deafening to your overwhelmed mind. Jisung…likes seeing you smile. Since when?!

Across from you, Changbin frowns. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay?”

Your brows furrow, and he can read the confusion on your tense features. “I just don’t…understand.”

“It’s simple, Y/n. Seeing you happy, makes him happy. Why do you think he teases and flirts with you all the time? Your laugh makes him act like an excited puppy, living to please his owner.”

You’re not buying it. “He acts like that with everyone, even with Minho!”

“Well, he isn’t renting out arcades for everyone, now, is he?” The smile returns to his lips once you finish fixing the bracelet, eyes crinkling at the corners. “And especially not for Minho.”

“He said you rented it together!”

Now, Changbin is the confused one, blinking at you for a moment before standing up abruptly. “Han Jisung!“

“No, don’t!” You stand up as well, setting a hand on his toned bicep, panicking. “Please don’t call him back here.”

Seeing the look on your face, he nods, most likely understanding that all of this new information is currently overwhelming. What he doesn’t understand, however, is why did Jisung lie? But that’s something he’d have to ask him later when you aren’t here.

“Do you want to come play with me? There’s this one game I can never win, no matter what strategy I choose to go with.”

And that’s how Changbin manages to calm you down once again, making you forget all about your previous conversation. Not that you weren’t curious about Jisung’s motives, it’s just that your feelings got the better of you and suddenly, your heart was beating a bit too fast and your delusions almost took over. And you couldn’t have that, not when you were finally spending time with the guy that’s been off limits for years.

Okay, maybe spending time is a bit of an exaggeration since he pretty much abandoned you, but hey, at least your followers were jealous, right? A win is a win.

At some point, Changbin is also dragged away and you’re left alone trying to kill all the zombies and save the world, a task that proves to be a bit more difficult than you remembered. If only Felix was here with you, then every pixelated person would be safe and sound and you’d get to bask in all of his glory.

Thankfully, you’re not alone for long.

After a while, two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind startling you momentarily until the familiar and comforting scent reaches your nose and you relax, relieved.

“Hi, baby.” The embrace along with his soothing, low voice make you feel like you’re floating on a fluffy cloud, very tranquil. You’ve wondered how he’d feel wrapped around you dressed like this, comfy in his white hoodie and pants, since this morning when he appeared at your front door. You have to admit - for once, reality was better than the daydream.

“What are you playing?” He continues, resting his chin on your shoulder to look at the screen in front.

You shake your head, trying to ignore the shiver that runs down your spine as his breath keeps hitting your cheek. “Nothing, because I’m losing. Felix was always better than me at this game.”

He hums lightly, looking at the toy gun in your hands. Without a word, his arms detangle from around your waist to move upwards, warm hands falling over yours gently. Your head turns slightly to the side to look at him and that’s when you realize how close he is, actually stealing your breath away. The proximity isn’t intoxicating as usual but instead, warm and fuzzy, so intimate it has you falling for him all over again.

You can’t help but wonder if he feels it too, how natural it is to hold each other like this. His breathing is steady and not ragged like it was that night before his performance, calm and content as he maintains eye contact. His pupils aren’t blown, and the emotion behind them is one you can’t recognize. An emotion usually well-known to you but completely foreign in his eyes.

“I’m sure together we can change that.”

There’s no hint of tobacco or weed in his breath and that, for some strange reason, makes you very happy. Maybe because he finally resembles the person you fell for so long ago, or maybe the person you made him out to be in your head. Who was Han Jisung, after all? You really didn’t know anymore, but you’d like to find out again.

Either way, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach go berserk as his hold on you tightens and he raises the gun, eyes flickering between you and the screen.

“Shall we?” He doesn’t need to ask you twice.

Breaking the embrace for just a moment to put in another coin, you return in his arms again once the game starts and as promised, he helps you. It’s a silly zombie game but you’re both having the time of your lives, laughing away as he does all the work and shoots everything in sight. It’s fun, freeing, and you wish this moment would never end as his genuine laugh makes your heart grow inch by inch with every minute that passes.

You’re having so much fun together that time flies in a blink of an eye and suddenly, you’ve played like five rounds of the same game.

When the ‘victory’ screen appears, Jisung puts the toy down and steps back, only to pull you in another hug as you turn around, happiness written across both of your faces.

Letting go, your back is to the machine as he runs his hands through honey-blonde hair, still smiling brightly.

“I bet even Yongbok would be jealous of this score.”

You laugh, nodding, your happiness so contagious it has him chuckling as well. “You guys should play together sometimes. You’d make an unstoppable team.”

His smile drops instantly as he rolls his eyes, all in good fun, and you can’t help but reach out to pinch his full cheeks which makes him pout cutely. The sight pulls at your heartstrings and causes your pulse to pick up, not letting go of his cheek. He looks adorable like this, from his bare face to his comfy outfit, without the furrow between his eyebrows that seems to be a constant in his life.

His lips look very plush, and your mind flies far away with thoughts about melting against them in a much-needed kiss. You wonder what it’d feel like, what he’d taste like all sober and relaxed like this, and you’re once again reminded of that night a few days ago when you almost found out.

“No thanks,” he shakes his head, still pouting and your hand falls on his shoulder, “I’d rather spend my free time with you, sweetheart.”

Warmth rushes to your cheeks but you do your best to ignore it, briefly avoiding his gaze. “I bet you tell that to all the girls.”

That’s when he steps closer, almost pinning you to the machine as his arms circle your waist again, chest to chest. He licks his lips and your eyes zone in on them, all wet and oh so inviting, shamelessly staring. Jisung notices and leans forward, for once not smirking or acting all smug, putting a strand of hair behind your ear and taking the opportunity to cup your cheek after, bringing your face even closer to his.

“Maybe,” He admits, not missing a beat and you’re the one rolling your eyes now, “but this is the first time I mean it.”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest and in fear of him hearing, you make to pull away but are surprised when he doesn’t let you, instead squishing your cheeks together with both of his hands. In the absence of his rings, they’re warm and soft, just like he is being right now.

“Very smooth, Ji.” You finally come up with a reply, voice quieter than before and speech slightly unclear. “Careful though, I might actually believe you.”

But he understands you, of course. “Maybe you should.”

His doe eyes drop to your mouth for a moment, lingering there as he lets go of one side of your face to trace your bottom lip with his thumb. Pulling it down lightly, he then moves to the top one, pushing against it like one would on a pillow to test its quality. Without even thinking about it, they pucker and you kiss his fingertip and that’s the moment his eyes darken completely, the stars in them disappearing instantly.

Inhaling sharply, he continues with a bit of difficulty. “You know I’m no liar.” Then his hands drop before he moves to cradle the back of your head tenderly, bumping your nose with his.

A nervous chuckle bubbles out of you, suddenly feeling breathless. “Yes, you are.”

Jisung laughs, the sound so low and devoid of any amusement that it sends a shiver down your spine, your own hands planting themselves on his chest as your brain decides between pushing him away and pulling him closer, finally closing this annoying distance.

“Yes, I am.” He admits a little too easily and suddenly, your conversation with Changbin comes rushing back.

You want to ask him about it, the curiosity eating away at your every thought until you’re a blabbering mess. But, you can’t. The words seem to remain stuck in your throat every time you want to bring it up, making you incapable of doing so.

So, you stop fighting it and like every normal person caught in the moment, let yourself melt in his embrace.

Time stops and your eyes flutter shut, arms moving up his body to wrap around his neck and pull him flush against you. Everything and everyone vanishes and it’s just you, him and the purple and pink neon lights that still managed to somehow blind you even in darkness.

His lips finally touch yours but for some reason, he doesn’t start kissing you and your eyes snap open in disappointment just to find him already staring back.

“If Minho were to see us like this…” he trails off when you frown, one of your hands going to fist the material of his hoodie to coax him forward. “We’d never hear the end of it.”

You whine, doing everything in your power to remain sane as the hand at the back of your neck tangles into your hair and pulls you back slightly, still keeping your lips connected but heads farther apart.

“Are you seriously thinking about Minho as we’re about to kiss?” you ask against his lips, voice regaining its strength. “What the fuck, Ji?”

He chuckles darkly, his hold on your hair tightening in a very pleasant way. “I’m just reminding you about the consequences, sweetheart. Games are fun until they aren’t.”

“Fuck the consequences.” You plead and the desperation in your voice makes him push you further into the cold machine. “Forget about Minho and kiss me, please.”

Releasing his hoodie, your nails find his nape and you feel him shiver at the contact, lips parting without a sound once you move to scratch at the shorter hair there. It’s clear as day he wants this as much as you do; why does he continue to torture you both?

“Please, Jisung.”

That seems to be the right thing to say because he groans, frustrated and lets his head fall in the crock of your neck, latching onto the smooth skin.

“Fuck, baby.” He says after planting a few, soft kisses there. “Every time we end up like this, our first kiss replays in my head over and over again until I’m dizzy. Do you remember? You’ve always said my name so prettily, baby, it drives me fucking insane.”

How could you ever forget? Nobody has ever kissed you like that ever since. It was the main reason you became so enamoured with him back in high school, after all, the reason –

“Wow, get a room, you two.”

Both of your heads snap in the direction of the voice, glaring at the intruder that just ruined the long-awaited moment. As Changbin’s face comes into view once Jisung steps away reluctantly, you almost let out a scream, frustrated out of your mind. And horny. Frustrated and horny and pissed out of your mind.

Changbin just lost his place as your favourite 3racha member. He’s now in the cockblocker category with Minho.

“Bin, respectfully, what the fuck?” For once, Jisung voices his frustration as he fixes his hoodie and dishevelled hair, snapping at his friend.

Putting his hands up, Changbin takes a step back. “Hey, you didn’t give me any heads up about wanting to fuck Minho’s little sister today!”

Both you and Jisung look away in opposite directions, not being able to meet Changbin’s accusing gaze. You’re surprised to see him just as embarrassed as you are since he’s always exuding an infuriating amount of confidence that has almost every person he meets falling to his feet.

This side of Jisung was a new one. Yet another thing you didn’t know about him.

Well, at least it was cute.

Not having any sort of filter whatsoever, Changbin continues despite your discomfort. “You usually let me know about those things in advance!”

That’s when you turn to look at him, trying your best to not show the fact that your heart just dropped all the way to your stomach, the new information making you sick. Not new, since you knew he slept around, just…uncomfortable. This is one of those things you are aware of but can’t hear out loud, don’t want to as a means to keep your heart intact and pain to a minimum.

One of those things both Minho and Felix have warned you about, which you ignored each time.

When Jisung doesn’t meet your eyes, you shake your head and hurry to leave the uncomfortable situation, keeping your head down and emotions in check.

“Yeah, uh, I didn’t sign up for this conversation so I’ll just leave you alone.”

So, you leave, not stopping once even as Changbin starts calling your name and yells about some pictures, going to the bathroom to pull yourself together. Hopefully, some cold water will do the trick, cooling your heated skin and thumping heart, maybe even stop this uncomfortable feeling in your gut.

You should have never fallen for Han Jisung, not so hard at least.

Quite the revelation to have at 4 in the afternoon, if you say so yourself. 

The outing ends without any other major events and after that, you and Jisung steer clear of each other for a while. The texts stop and since you’re in different departments and majors, you don’t see him around campus either. The aftermath of what happened at the arcade, in front of the stupid zombie game is hitting you a bit harder than usual as all of your dreams end up being about him, his fluffy clothes and plush lips that you were once again deprived of. But then you also remember his hand in your hair, pulling at the strands and his bruising hold on your hip and suddenly, those dreams are anything but innocent.

You’re dizzy and out of it for a few days every time you remember that moment, but after a while, you finally return to normal (somewhat). The feeling of his hands on you still lingers, but mostly when you’re alone at night and scrolling through all the pictures you, him or Changbin have taken that day.

He looks happy in them, and if you didn’t know it was all an act, you’d actually believe he was just a normal guy enamoured with his sweetheart. You both look happy, playing the part a little too well and that’s what keeps messing with your head. No, not the staged photos when you were all camera-ready but the ones Changbin took when neither of you was aware of his presence.

Before interrupting, he had the bright idea to take out his phone and capture several moments between you, claiming you both looked too cosy and comfortable to miss out on it. And you were, it was obvious even from behind. Holding and caressing each other in the most natural way, like you were long-time lovers and not just two people who will never be together.

Neither of you ended up posting those, nor did you mention them on the way home, the drive being painfully silent. You did, however, make one of these pictures your home screen, your favourite one out of the bunch. In it, Jisung was hugging you from behind, not yet preoccupied with the game, giving you his undivided attention and affection.

It was cute, yet every time you unlocked your phone and stared at it, another part of your heart shrivelled up and died quietly, leaving behind this unexplainable feeling of emptiness. But as much as it hurt, knowing Jisung will never be yours even with Miho’s promise out of the way, you could not delete those pictures.

Maybe you were a masochist, all these years pinning after him leaving you a little messed up.

Or maybe you’ve finally lost your mind after living with your stupid brother for so long.

Yeah, that sounds better. It’s all Minho’s fault. All of your life problems are Minho’s fault, he’s the worst.

Almost another week passes before you hear from Han Jisung again. But, surprise, surprise, he doesn’t come and talk to you in person.

“Hey, guys!” Changbin plops down between you and Felix one day at lunch, surprising everyone with his presence. “What’s new?”

Jeongin looks at him, startled out of his mind. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Seungmin nods. “Yeah, you don’t even go here.”

You and Felix also share a look full of suspicion behind his back, silently asking each other the same thing. His sudden appearance gets a few gasps and causes a small commotion at the tables nearby but as always, Changbin doesn’t pay them any attention. A man on a mission never gets distracted.

“Boo, you whores!” He shoots them a look full of fake annoyance, but all it does is cause laughter at your little table. Satisfied, he grins and turns to you. “I’m having a party this weekend and I was wondering if you’re free?”

A party at Changbin’s place usually means a whole lot of trouble. There’s alcohol, weed, dancers, small celebrities and pretty much everything you could ever imagine. It’s like one of those 2000s’ MTV house parties you used to watch on TV as a child. His ‘humble abode’ becomes a full-on music festival which automatically makes it a 3racha party. And if it’s a 3racha party, that means Jisung will be there. And if Jisung is there, your heart will burst.

So, yeah, maybe you’ll pass this one, even if you’re aching to see him again.

“You too, Yongbok.”

“I’d rather eat glass, thanks.”

Changbin laughs, slapping his back playfully, clearly not taking Felix’s words seriously. But you know better, so you frown, flicking his nose to show his rude behaviour wasn’t appreciated in the slightest.

With a sigh, you respond. “I don’t really feel like partying, Bin.”

“Minho will be there.” He says nonchalantly, stealing one of Felix’s fries and getting another glare from the man.

“We’ll be there!”

Satisfied, he sends a wink your way before standing up and bidding goodbye, not lingering in the cafeteria for longer than necessary. Did he come all this way here just to invite you to a party he could’ve texted about? What was he planning?

Taking another sip of his strawberry milk, Seungmin meets your gaze head-on. “Since when do you speak for all of us?”

Felix nods, also turning to look at you from his seat at your side.

“What? I single handedly ended your miserable weekends. The least you can do is be nice about it!”

They both roll their eyes at the same time, before Seungmin stands up, grumbling under his breath about his plan to take over the world, most likely. He instead settles for getting another piece of pie, for now.

As expected, Jeongin is on your side. “Come on, a party at a rich guy’s house won’t kill you.” He tells Felix, whose mood soured significantly since Changbin showed up.

Grumpy Felix shows up only two times a year when certain people have the audacity to start sprouting nonsense in his presence. That’s it. So, seeing him so blue about the whole thing really isn’t sitting right with you.

Bumping his shoulder with yours, he doesn’t even bother to look up from his food this time.

Confused, you ask. “Lix, why do you keep acting like this? Are you going through puberty again?”

That gets a laugh out of Jeongin whose platinum blonde hair bounces along with his joy. Felix doesn’t share the same sentiment and for a brief moment, your heart squeezes painfully in your chest at his lack of reaction.

“Can I live?” He raises an eyebrow, purposely making his voice even deeper than it naturally is to get you to back off, all in good fun, of course.

You grin and bat your eyelashes at him, getting all up in his face. “Nope.”

And without any sort of warning, your nimble fingers find his sides and you change tactics, wanting to make him laugh at all costs. It works in an instant and the sound of Felix’s much higher laugh brings a smile to both yours and Jeongin’s faces as you tickle him, taking him by complete surprise.

But as expected, his retaliation doesn’t take long to come and in a blink of an eye, the roles are reversed and suddenly, you’re the one struggling to breathe as he begins tickling you mercilessly. He overpowers you easily, and you almost fall out of your chair with laughter but his quick reflexes catch you quickly, holding you up by the waist with one arm while continuing his attack with the other.

One thing about Felix is that he’ll always catch you, no matter how dangerous the fall. Always.

You’re finally saved when Seungmin returns with his pie, accompanied by none other than Hyunjin.

“Hello, friends I haven’t seen since this morning.” He greets everyone, taking a seat beside Jeongin, on his left while Seungmin takes his usual seat on his right. “What’s new?”

“Changbin invited us to a party and Lix doesn’t want to come with me.” You huff once you regain your composure, your sides starting to hurt from all the laughing. Even at the mention of his name, Felix doesn’t budge and acts unbothered, like you aren’t actually talking but his arm remains around your middle, holding you warmly.

Hyunjin’s eyes widen and he gasps dramatically, a little over the top. “No way! Lix said no to you? The world must be ending.”

Seungmin and Felix roll their eyes, the former busy with his dessert while the latter tries to hide his growing smile, secretly enjoying your antics. Of course, he is, Felix can never keep a straight face around you.

Nodding, you lean forward in your seat to be closer to Hyunjin. “Right?!” Then, with a fake sniffle, you continue. “He doesn’t love me anymore.”

Jeongin laughs and shakes his head when Hyunjin nods vigorously, agreeing with your lies. That’s when Felix frowns and hugs you closer, leaning his head against yours as his way of debunking your nonsense.

“Not true.” He mumbles under his breath before hiding his face in your hair. You can’t help but smile at the gesture, taking hold of the hand that’s on his thigh under the table, hoping that after this ridiculous show, you’re putting on he will finally agree to the party. You physically can't be away from him for that long, he has to come with you and the others.

Stealing some of Jeongin’s food, Hyunjin adds. “You know I normally wouldn’t entertain that though but, in this case, I think you might be right, Y/n.”

“Will you two shut up?” Felix groans, lifting his head and glaring at the both of you. “Fine, I’ll go to the stupid party.” Looking straight at you, he then adds. “Happy?”

You cheer and throw your arms around his neck to squeeze him in an embrace, missing the smug smirk that forms on Hyunjin’s plump lips and the warning look Felix sends his way. They communicate with their eyes alone until you pull away and start going on about the party, suddenly excited since all of your friends are coming.

In your haste, you don’t even notice the way Felix scoots a bit farther away from you, thoughts elsewhere.

Then, that same night you get a text that turns your whole world upside down, making the party an event that you must attend at all costs.

[off-limits j.one]: see you this weekend, sweetheart

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[fanfictionofmyown]

It's a bad idea, right? (01)

*ೃ༄ pairing: han jisung x fem!reader.

*ೃ༄ genre: college!au, brother's best friend & 3racha Jisung (yes he is his own genre lol), y/n is Minho's slightly younger sister, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, drama, my attempt at humor.

*ೃ༄ word count: 11k.

*ೃ༄ summary: The Lee siblings' rule was simple: don’t flirt, kiss, sleep, or even dare to think about dating the other sibling’s friends. Pretty straightforward stuff, right? No matter how ridiculous that rule sounds now, both of you respected it religiously for years, being one of the main reasons your relationship remained as strong as it did for so long. But, what happens when your brother decides to break it on a random Friday night, at a frat party, with one of your closest friends? You decide to take revenge, of course. And what better way to do it than with the help of his precious best friend, Han Jisung, whom you’ve been crushing on since forever?

*ೃ༄ warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, jealousy, sexual tension, drinking and smoking (weed and tobacco), a lot of unresolved issues (mostly on y/n's part).

♡. part 02 .♡

♡. a/n: i've waited all week to post this omg ghdfj. this first part is a bit long so make sure to get comfy before reading! <3 there's a lot happening but tbh, it's only scratching the surface of what i actually have planned for this fic. i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless! please let me know what you think!! <3

If there was one thing everyone and their mothers knew about you was how much you adored your older brother, Minho. Reliable, patient and overall, one of the coolest people on Earth – these were the words pre-teen Y/n used to describe her brother in the first-ever essay she wrote in middle school. Sure, that didn’t grant her an impressive grade back then, but Minho liked it so much that he carried it around in his wallet for a few months afterwards. Just like he used to carry one of the embarrassing drawings you did of him in kindergarten, eyes lighting up every chance he got to proudly show it off to someone, despite your whining and groaning. To be honest, Minho was more like an embarrassing dad than your actual father and his actions proved that every day.

But, going down memory lane, you wouldn’t change him for the world.

Sure, your brother wasn’t much older than you, just by two years, but he has always taken his role as the older sibling very seriously. Beating up your bullies, chasing away annoying ex-boyfriends and making fun of an ugly haircut you cried yourself to sleep over were just a few of the many things Minho has done for you over the years. If there was one thing he constantly did, is always have your back no matter what. And you couldn’t be more thankful for getting a brother like him, even if he annoyed the fuck out of you sometimes.

But unfortunately, this isn’t a story of sibling love and devotion.

“Minho, what the fuck are you doing?!”

When your voice reaches his ears, he pulls away from the girl, visibly annoyed at being interrupted as she chases after his lips, wanting more, not yet noticing you. She, being one of your closest friends, that was currently sucking face with your brother. Your stupid brother who wasn’t allowed to cross the line of friendship with any of your friends, ever, but still did it anyway. And by the look on his face, he wasn’t sorry in the slightest.

Wiping at his lips shamelessly, Minho’s eyes meet yours as calm and nonchalant as always. “Y/n, what if I was naked? Do you not think before barging into random rooms at parties?”

Hearing your name, the girl finally looks up and her face flushes in embarrassment. Quickly grabbing her discarded shirt, she doesn’t bother putting it back on and instead runs off without looking at either of you. Well, at least someone has some shame left.

The door slams behind her and the loud music from downstairs is finally muffled enough for you to be able to hear your thoughts. As expected, Minho doesn’t even move from his place on the bed, nor does he look after the girl whose mouth was devouring his mere minutes ago. His careless nature doesn’t get your admiration this time but your quickly rising anger.

“Do you not think before shoving your tongue down someone’s throat?” you bite back, crossing your arms as a frown settles on your face.

He shrugs, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “I sure do. Just not with my brain if you know what I –“

“Minho, that was my friend!”

That shuts him up instantly, but not before letting out a big sigh and falling back on the many pillows scattered around. Seungmin owes you big time for stopping this guy from having sex on his very bed.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” You’re fuming by this point, annoyed at your stupid brother and his stupid face. Walking towards him, you then grab a pillow and start hitting him with it without caring where it lands.

He’s taken aback by your outburst so you manage to hit him in the face a couple of times before he raises his arms to block your attacks. “How was I supposed to know that?! You’re friends with half the campus, Y/n! I had no idea!”

“Liar!”

You see, normal siblings wouldn’t get into a fight over something like this. However, you and Minho were just…crazy at times, plain and simple. But your strangeness isn’t the reason for your argument, for once.

When you were younger, back in your first year of high school, Minho came up with this brilliant ‘rule’ that’s been in place until now. You pinky promised each other (since he insisted) that you would never date or hook up with the other’s friends to avoid making things awkward and uncomfortable when the relationship came to an end. Plain and simple – that was the Lee siblings' rule. Something you’ve struggled so much to follow over the years just for your stupid brother to break in less than 30 minutes of arriving at a party just because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

But what’s making you see red right now is the feelings you’ve had to bottle up all of those years, all the sleepless nights teenage Y/n spent crying and daydreaming of an impossible future with the guy Minho didn’t allow her to get to know on a deeper level. All to satisfy his own selfish wishes. It wasn’t fair and it’s never been, so he deserves your wrath.

“Okay, okay,” Having had enough, he catches the pillow and throws it to the side before grabbing your wrists in case you wanted to go for one of the other five on the bed, “okay! I’m sorry! Can we just pretend nothing happened and go downstairs and have fun, please?”

You scoff, letting out a small laugh in disbelief. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Pretend nothing happened and be all sunshine and rainbows like you didn’t just break one of our biggest promises!”

Yeah, the silly Lee siblings’ rule was a big deal, but not as big as some of your other promises. Like the one you made when you were ten years old and he twelve, after a big fight that ended in you both ignoring each other for days. As you cried in his arms, you promised to never let anything get between you – to always work everything out and not let it damage your relationship.

Yeah, looks like that won’t happen anytime soon.

You see his eyes soften as he lets go of your wrists, scooting towards the end of the bed. “I’m sorry, Y/n. You know I didn’t mean it.”

Shaking your head, you turn your back to him and start walking off, giving up. “Whatever. I’ve had enough of you for tonight.”

And that’s the last time you spoke to your brother.

Okay, to be fair, it’s been like two days since that party but still. You’ve been doing a good job of ignoring him so far, you bet even he was proud of your perseverance.

At least you can count on your brother to always be proud of you because right now, your best friend certainly wasn’t.

“You want to do what?!”

Felix’s voice resonates throughout the empty apartment, the volume prompting you to make yourself even smaller on his couch. Standing up, the look he gives you is full of disbelief with a slice of good old disappointment and that almost crushes you on the spot. Good thing Felix’s outbursts are never that serious.

“Hear me out.” You try to defuse the situation with a pleading look, resorting to the puppy eyes.

He shakes his head with a sigh, exhaling deeply as he moves to sit on the coffee table in front of you, resting his elbows on his knees and bringing his hands together.

“I’ve been hearing you out since you got here, but go on. What other nonsense do you have to say?”

You frown but he doesn’t react at all, ignoring your antics. “Nonsense? You don’t even know what I want to say!”

“You want to use Han Jisung to get back at your brother.”

For a moment, neither of you says anything else, opting to just stare at the other until one inevitably gives in and this random staring contest ends. The silence stretches on but it’s not uncomfortable, it never is with Felix. It is, however, unusual. So out of the blue that you don’t mind being the loser for once.

“Why do you say his name like that?” You finally let out, raising an eyebrow.

“Like what?” He tilts his head to the side cutely and your heart flutters.

“Like it’s an insult. Like it makes you physically sick.”

“Oh, because it does.”

Your eyes widen.

“Felix!”

“Y/n.”

You shake your head, not believing your ears. To be fair, Felix has never been Jisung’s biggest fan, for reasons you’re well aware of, but he’s also never been so open about his dislike towards him before. It didn’t feel right. Your best friend, sunshine embodied, liked everyone. Okay, maybe not everyone, but every single one of your friends at least. Him disliking Jisung, the guy you grew up with and also have been crushing on since forever felt like a punch in the face.

You frown, not being able to control your facial expressions as you look up into his eyes. “Don’t be like this, Lix.”

With another sigh, Felix leans back on his hands and closes his eyes, defeated. “What do you want to do?”

There’s no stopping the smile that gradually makes its way on your face, nor the sparkle in your eye. “Play pretend, of course. I’ll trick Minho into thinking we’re dating by being super obnoxious when he’s around.”

He opens one eye. “That’s all?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yep! It’s a great plan, right? Minho will totally lose his goddamn mind when he sees his best friend with me!”

However, Felix doesn’t seem convinced. “Is this why you’re doing this? Because of Minho?”

“Uh, duh! Have you not been listening to my rant for the past 45 minutes?”

“Yeah?” He checks again, sitting up straight and opening his eyes. “Or are you doing this because of your crush on Jisung? Because you feel like you can finally act on those ‘forbidden’ feelings?”

Your face feels warmer but you don’t respond – don’t confirm nor deny his hypothesis. As always, he’s able to read you like the back of his hand even when you, yourself, aren’t sure of the reasons for your actions. Minho made you angry; you feel betrayed. But is this all that’s prompting your behavior?

Until you’re able to finally admit some things to yourself, you won’t know.

But Felix doesn’t need to know that either. Admitting he might be right will cause his head to get abnormally big and explode all over his plush new carpet and Hyunjin will kill you. That you were sure of. Contrary to popular belief, a pretty boy’s wrath wasn’t pretty at all.

“Let me have my fun, Felix, please.” You plead, jutting out your bottom lip in a hopefully cute and heart-melting pout.

Shaking his head, Felix stands up and starts walking towards the kitchen. “You’ll do it even if I agree or not, so knock yourself out.”

There’s no time for celebrating before he suddenly turns to face you again, no hint of amusement or lightheartedness on his freckled face.

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when Han Jisung inevitably breaks your heart and you’re left struggling to put it back together.”

Delightful. Such a positive presence in your life this best friend of yours.

Letting the words marinate in your head overnight, you spend the rest of the day with Felix, watching romcoms and seeing who can keep it together and not burst into tears the longest. You, unsurprisingly, win.

The very next day is when your plan is finally put into action.

You were sure now, there was no better way of getting back at your brother than this. Employing the help of his childhood best friend, who’s been off-limits and out of reach for the majority of your life was bound to ruffle some of his feathers. Han Jisung, the man you’ve fantasized about calling your own for as long as you can remember. Minho was going to lose his mind while hopefully, his best friend was going to make you lose yours in a very, very enjoyable way – it was a win-win situation, really.

And despite Felix’s warnings, you were excited. Playing with fire has always sounded so fun, you couldn’t wait to see what all the fuss was about.

So, sticking to the plan, you texted said best friend and in less than an hour, had Felix drop you off at the little home studio his group, 3racha, called their own. Little was an understatement since this studio was at Changbin’s house and the guy was loaded, living in a mansion that still intimidated you with its size alone. Luckily, you’ve been here before, at one of his parties, with Minho so you saved yourself the embarrassment of getting lost on the way.

3racha was a three-man rap group consisting of Christopher, Changbin and Jisung, hence the name. In the beginning, back in high school, nobody seemed to take them too seriously but now, they were booked and busy almost every night performing at different clubs throughout the city. Seeing their popularity first-hand had been mind-blowing, leaving you a bit starstruck until the end of their set but it was also eye-opening. The girls in the audience made sure of that.

It showed you another side of Jisung, one you didn’t get to see growing up – one that was the complete opposite of his usual, laid-back, almost shy self. You would be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you, or turn you on, but it also had the same effect on the people that came to see them perform every night.

The difference between you and them was that when he got off the stage, they got to act on those urges, while you didn’t. They ended the day in his bed while you went home and punched your pillow with tears in your eyes until you fell asleep. It was pathetic but it will all end today.

Knocking on the big double doors, you were greeted by who you believed was a maid. After stating your business, a two-minute conversation in which you didn’t stutter once, she moved to let you in before helping you get downstairs, to the basement. Playing with fire was one thing – but possibly getting murdered in a basement was something you really didn’t want to experience. God, who the fuck hangs out in a basement?

Your question was answered the moment you stepped in and the smell of smoke and weed enveloped all of your senses, causing you to cough and your eyes to water. Oh my god, what did you get yourself into?

Honestly speaking, you were expecting this. They were kids with money, after all, running around in a business that was dark and fucked up, where you either were corrupted or, did the corrupting. You were aware of this, of the way Jisung lived his life but you tended to forget about this side of his when he was constantly being a menace at your house, screaming and playing video games with Minho.

This was the Jisung you liked, after all. The cute guy next door who always made you laugh and occasionally drove you to school back in high school, making all of your friends jealous. Was that side of him all an act? Or was it this one?

Three heads look up as the door opens, and Jisung is the first one to greet you, but not before he takes another drag of a strange-looking joint.

“Hello, sweetheart. Missed me already?” He smirks as he exhales the smoke and you can’t help but roll your eyes, hoping that your body language doesn’t betray the way your heart flutters at the nickname. To him, you were never just ‘Y/n’. Since high school, it was always sweetheart, doll, or as of recently, baby, never Y/n. He’s given you so many nicknames over the years that at some point, you began to think he’s actually just forgotten your name and was too embarrassed to admit it. You wouldn’t put this past Han Jisung. You wouldn’t put anything past him, he was too unpredictable.

“Hi, Y/n. What brings you to my humble abode?” Changbin greets you with a smile, ruffling your hair as you walk past him to get to Jisung sitting in front of a big desk, laptop in his lap. You smile back, giving him a quick hug before high-fiving Chris once you're close enough, making sure to avoid the cigar in his hand.

Changbin’s humble abode was, as expected, not humble at all. The basement was huge, with multiple rooms from what you could tell at first glance, with their studio alone being the size of both yours and Minho’s rooms combined. Fancy equipment, mics, laptops and instruments were scattered everywhere, with cans of energy drinks, crumpled paper and notebooks. It was a mess, but in a comforting way, if it made sense. It looked lived in and not like a pigsty, despite the numerous ashtrays, cigs and weed in the back. You might've liked this room if it weren’t for the smell.

Once you get closer, Jisung puts aside his laptop and joint and opens his arms. “Come here, sweetness.”

You hesitate for a moment, looking between Chan and Changbin who barely notice your exchange before complying and hugging him, making sure to not linger in his strong arms. Then, you settle on the big, brown couch by the wall, opposite him.

“So, what’s burning? Your texts were very vague.” He continues, putting out his cig.

You get straight to the point, making yourself comfortable. “I need help with something.”

“And you want Ji to be your knight in shining armor?” Changbin snorts, shaking his head while Chan only chuckles and continues typing on the laptop before him. “I thought you were smarter than that, Y/n.”

Jisung turns to face him in his chair, throwing the opened notebook on his desk at his standing figure a few feet apart. As expected, Changbin catches it without much trouble and begins scolding him in a loud voice.

Looking up from his place at one of the three desks, Chan ignores their antics and gives you his undivided attention. “What happened?”

In another universe, you would totally have a crush on Christopher. He’s sweet, kind and overall, the perfect gentleman in your eyes and everyone else’s really. Unfortunately, in this universe, you’re stuck crushing on the biggest red flag in the room, Han Jisung. Life really wasn’t fair.

Trying to contain your anger at the mere memory of your brother, you answer simply. “Minho.”

That gets Jisung’s attention again, head wiping around in your direction. “Your brother? Did you guys fight again?”

You shake your head. “Of course. But that’s not the main problem here.”

“Then?”

All the members of 3racha are now intrigued, waiting for you to speak and fill them in, patiently. With a sigh and little to no hesitation, you look Jisung in the eyes, suddenly serious, which causes him to raise an eyebrow and scoot closer to you in his chair.

“Do you remember that rule Minho and I set in place back when I started high school?”

He’s quiet, deep in thought for a moment before it comes to him and he snaps his fingers like he just made the biggest discovery for humankind. “That dumb rule which forbade either of you to hook up with the other’s friends?”

You nod, and you can see Chan and Changbin being completely lost in the background. Makes sense since they weren’t around back then, nor were they ever that close to Minho to know about something so stupid that’s cockblocked you for as long as you could remember.

It feels kind of ironic coming to Jisung of all people to complain about what Minho did when he’s the reason behind the ‘rule’ in the first place. To prevent you from acting on your feelings back when Minho found out about your crush on his best friend, he came up with this rule that basically stated that neither of you was allowed to flirt, kiss, date or fuck any of the other’s friends. As a hormonal teenage girl, you were devastated but then as time went on, that godforsaken rule helped you in more ways than you’d like to admit. It cleared out all of the fake people in your life who only befriended you for a chance at your brother’s heart while for him, it eliminated the possibility of conflict in his friend group. All’s well that ends well.

Until it wasn’t. Until today.

“What about it, sweetheart?” The velvety voice you’ve come to love calls out to you gently, dark eyes softening when he notices the frown on your face.

“Wait a second.” Changbin chimes in, walking closer to you two. “What the fuck kind of rule is that?”

Jisung rolls his eyes, not appreciating the fact that your conversation was interrupted. “Shut up and let Y/n speak, ass.”

They start to bicker like little kids, all in good fun, but your mood only gets worse. Noticing, Chan clears his throat and speaks louder, to drown them out. “Did Minho break the rule?”

Again, a complete gentleman.

The two get quiet instantly and Changbin gasps, surprised, in his dramatic manner. Jisung’s attention is yours again and he stands, coming to sit next to you on the couch in case you need comforting. He’s known you for half your life, after all, it’s like second nature to him.

Letting out a big sigh, you nod once again. “Yes, he did. I caught him making out with one of my close friends, of all people! Can you believe this?! Who does he even think he is?”

The questions are all addressed to Jisung whose eyes widen gradually when he notices your anger, immediately shaking his head. Looks like he also didn’t see this coming, nor did Minho tell him anything. Perfect. That makes him easier to win over.

You continue. “To be honest, it’s not even about the fact that he kissed her! What pisses me off is the hypocrisy, the nerve!”

“For years all he did was blabber on and on about how his friends are off limits, that I shouldn’t even think about getting closer to any of them!”

They all nod at your every word, so in sync it makes them look like three little bobblehead dolls. Kind of creepy but strangely cute at the same time.

Changbin is the first one to snap out of it and speak, this new information having him too invested to take a seat. “So does that mean…” he trails off in the middle of his sentence, a big smirk stretching across his features, “you’ve had a crush on one of us?”

You feel your face getting warmer under their piercing stares and suddenly, Jisung’s proximity feels suffocating. The centimetres between your bodies feel nonexistent as you realize how easy it is to just reach out and hold his hand, hug him or do all of those things you’re always daydreaming about. Minho broke the rule that caused you to hold back and bottle up all of your feelings, how long until you finally snap and let it all out to the surface?

Then, like he just had the same epiphany as you, Jisung closes the distance between your bodies and slings an arm around your shoulders casually, your skin burning pleasantly at the touch.

“Hey, hey, let’s not make the girl uncomfortable now.” He sends a glare Changbin’s way before quickly turning back to you, leaning closer to your face and lowering his voice. “But it’s me, right, baby? You’ve had a cute, innocent teenage crush on me?”

Oh, if only he knew how much that crush developed over the years. It flourished and bloomed into something you still wonder how you managed to keep at bay for so long. And your fantasies were far from innocent.

Trying to calm your pounding heart, you do your best to ignore him and act as normal as possible but he still catches the way you swallow thickly. That causes him to smirk and back off, satisfied his teasing got a reaction out of you. “You guys realize Minho has other friends too, right?”

You see Chan lighting up another cigarette as Changbin scoffs, crossing his arms. “So, what, you’re telling me you’ve had a crush on one of his boring little dancer friends?”

You shrug, Jisung’s arm heavy around you. “Why not? Hyunjin is hot as hell.”

Chan raises an eyebrow, exhaling the smoke in his lungs. “Hyunjin has a girlfriend.”

“Exactly!” you respond a bit too quickly, surprising them all. “And if it weren’t for Minho’s big ass mouth that could have been me! ME!”

Complete silence follows your statement for a solid minute before Jisung snorts, which prompts Changbin to burst out laughing and Chan to giggle cutely. Great, now they’re all laughing at you. You have half a mind to hide your face in Jisung’s chest when he pulls away and stands up, leaving you completely flabbergasted.

Once his laughter dies down, Changbin, now sitting next to you, tries again. “What about Felix?”

You can’t help but frown, confused, before turning to him. “What about him? Felix is my best friend.”

“Exactly.”

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, almost making you gag as images of you and Felix doing anything other than innocent, platonic things invade your mind. What the fuck is Changbin getting at here? Does he want to see you get sick all over his expensive equipment? Because you will, but he won’t be pleased.

Most likely taking pity on you, Jisung chimes in. “Leave her alone, Bin. If they were to have feelings for each other, they would have been a couple already.”

Chan nods, but that’s when you realize he is already back in his own world, headphones firmly in place while he types away, absorbed in his work. Fortunately, Changbin gives up easily and ruffles your hair before standing up, putting an end to the uncomfortable conversation.

Your eyes fly to Jisung once again just in time to see him put on his jacket, sending a wink your way when your gazes meet.

“Come on, let’s get some fresh air, sweetheart.”

Well, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

You leave Chan and Changbin to their work and follow Jisung up the stairs until you get to a small balcony in a hallway, all white stone, tall pillars and marble that make you feel like a hopeless princess trapped in a big, haunted castle. Haunted but breathtaking castle, with a view of the modern driveway in which you recognize Jisung’s sleek car.

Once outside, he takes a deep breath of the fresh air before pulling out another cig and lighting it almost instantly.

“So,” he says once he takes a drag, exhaling the smoke out in the open without sparing you a glance, “what do you want to do?”

You weren’t one for smoking but Jisung made it look so beautiful and enticing. The way his lips puckered around the stick, how he exhaled deeply through his nose when talking to you while the sun rays caressed his smooth skin, longer hair staying perfectly in place despite the wind. He was beautiful. He’s always been beautiful but now it felt like you were truly seeing him for the first time. Seeing all of him, with the good and bad.

His gaze moves to yours as he leans on the railing, ever so patient and you clear your throat, trying to act like you weren’t just caught up in another daydream.

“Help me get back at Minho.”

Both of his bleached eyebrows raise in surprise, clearly not expecting the turn this conversation took. It’s silly, and childish – plotting against your brother at this age but if there is one person that would never judge you, Han Jisung is the first that comes to mind. You feel comfortable around him, like you can be yourself without holding back despite the crush that’s been torturing you for years. You don’t know what spell he’s got you under but frankly, you don’t really care right now.

“How?” He’s curious and a bit amused as the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly around the cigarette.

Suddenly, you realize you haven’t thought so far ahead. Sure, you know exactly what you want to do but how are you going to tell him about it without making sure he wasn’t going to laugh in your face? Birds of a feather flock together and him and Minho were best friends – Jisung was going to tease the fuck out of you if you fumbled it now.

Shallowing down your nerves, you mumble under your breath.

Confused, he gets closer. “What?”

Your voice gets a tiny bit louder, but still not enough for him to make out the words.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart.”

With a huff, you hope he can’t make out how embarrassed you are or how your voice shakes. “By pretending we’re hooking up in front of him.”

Jisung blinks, absentmindedly throwing his smoke out the balcony before a laugh bubbles out of him, one so clear and childlike it pulls at your heartstrings hard.

“Wait, so that’s your big master plan? Fooling Minho into thinking we’re fucking?”

You shrug, putting some hair behind your ear as you turn to look at the view. “Pretty much, yeah. You’re his best friend. Seeing me latch my claws into you is bound to upset him in some way or another.”

“That’s hot.” He breathes out, lightly biting down on his bottom lip as he stares at your side profile. “Forget Minho, you can latch your claws into me anytime you want, beautiful.”

This time, you’re the one who can’t help but laugh and he joins in seconds later, turning your whole body towards him. “Shut up, Ji. So, are you going to help me, or not?”

Rubbing his chin, he pretends to think about it while his smile fades gradually. “That depends, pretty. What’s in it for me? I can’t be expected to put my ass on the line without getting anything in return, now, can I?”

You frown. “What do you want?”

He comes closer but still respects your personal bubble. “I hope you know your brother will beat my ass when he sees us together.”

“You can take him.”

He laughs, throwing his head back like a child. “Believe me, we train together. I know what he’s capable of. Minho will break my neck for putting a hand on his baby sister.”

You roll your eyes, properly annoyed by now. “Whatever. Just answer the question.”

“I’ll think about it. Come to my gig tonight and we’ll talk more then, yeah, doll?” Jisung smiles so prettily, it’s almost enough to convince you of giving him everything he’d ever ask for.

“Is this your way of getting me to come just so you can show off, Ji?”

He winks, finally stepping back. “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. You’ll have to come and see for yourself, baby.”

And who are you to refuse an invitation from J.one himself?

-----

Tonight’s show comes quicker than you would have liked but you still manage to pull yourself together just enough to hopefully blow Han Jisung’s mind when he sees you. Enough to have him up on stage, so mesmerized that he forgets all of his lyrics and tumbles down the steps to get to you faster, to never let you go. So enthralled –

“Earth to Y/n?”

Felix waves his hand in front of your face and manages to pull you away from your delusions, slight concern written on his features. “You good?”

“Oh, Lix, I’m great!” You try to conceal your excitement but as expected, it doesn’t work since everyone could see you buzzing from a mile away. Especially Felix that was sitting right next to you in the driver’s seat. “Are you ready?”

“No.” You roll your eyes at his predictable answer, brushing away his grumpiness as you both take off your seatbelts at the same time. “But let’s go. The faster we go in, the faster we get out.”

“You know this isn’t how it works, right?” He’s silent, giving you both time to get out of the car.  “The show won’t start any sooner than scheduled just because you demand it.”

He’s the one who rolls his eyes now, mumbling something under his breath before walking ahead without even looking back at you.

“Lix! Wait for me!”

Felix, for all the years you’ve known him, has never been so against doing something in his life. Sure, you understand his dislike towards Jisung and his group but since he was accompanying you tonight, you thought he would be a bit happier. You had no idea what beef they might have, these two, but maybe you can finally clear the air tonight.

He slows down as he hears you approach, holding out his hand which you grasp gladly. “Come on, Seungmin and Jeongin are inside already.”

Not like you could spot them anyway since the moment you stepped into the club, you realized how packed it actually was. You knew 3racha was getting big, but not this big. The chatter was as loud as the music, bodies pressed together in hopes of getting more room and the heat was unbearable. The venue was big but most of the people were still hanging around the entrance, blocking your access to the stage and at the same time, Jisung. The flashing lights were already making your eyes feel tired, so you let Felix lead you through the mass of partygoers, walking in like he owned the place straight to the table Seungmin and your other friends rented for the night. What would you do without him?

Perish, most likely.

“Hey, you made it!” Jeongin is the first to welcome you, pushing past your other friends to hug you both. “I was afraid you wouldn’t find us among the craziness.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t have but Felix is a walking navigation system.” You both laugh and Felix, despite rolling his eyes, chuckles too.

“Who knew your boyfriend was this popular?” Seungmin joins in the chatter, high-fiving Felix and thinking he could get away with only patting your back in greeting. Ignoring his comment, for the time being, you don’t let him move away without throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug, which makes him groan in fake annoyance.

Jeongin and Seungmin have been by your side for as long as you can remember. Along with Felix, you were lucky enough to have two other amazing best friends who had your back no matter what, sticking with you through thick and thin. However, unlike Felix, they were actually on board with you developing a relationship with Jisung, with Seungmin encouraging it every chance he got. But Seungmin wasn’t such a reliable source of support in the matter since he basically lived to annoy your brother, his misery being his joy. They were like cats and dogs, doing everything and anything to make the other’s life hard in some way or another. It was entertaining, you weren’t going to lie, but it also made it harder for you to tell if he actually supported the idea wholeheartedly or did it just to piss Minho off. The world may never know.

“Come, sit with me.” Jeongin grabs your hand and drags you to sit next to him in the booth. Felix takes a seat opposite you and after greeting everyone else, Jeongin leans down to whisper in your ear. “Jisung came by earlier, looking for you.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen, pulling back to look at his face to make sure he isn’t playing you.

He laughs at your disbelief before pulling you back down to make himself heard over the loud music. “Yeah. He was a bit disappointed when we told him you weren’t here yet, probably thought you were a no-show.”

Your heart drops for a moment, suddenly feeling bad you didn’t get here sooner. Was he that eager to see you? But that makes no sense. Did he think you were going to bring Minho? Yeah, that’s probably it.

Oblivious to your inner turmoil, Jeongin continues. “He bought us these drinks, too. Though I’m sure they’re more for you than anyone else, to be honest.”

You begin scanning the table that was already overflowing with shots and bottles of liquor, champagne and even water. Jisung spent all this money on you? You?! That can’t be right…

Looking up, your eyes search Felix’s but for once, he’s too busy laughing at something Seungmin and your other friends are telling him to notice your distress. Turning back to Jeongin, you ask.

“Have you seen him since?”

He nods and points somewhere over your booth. “He’s right there by the stage.”

You try to spot him from your seat, standing up to get a better look before you hear Changbin’s loud and infectious laugh, which helps you see them instantly. With a quick promise of your return, you exit the booth and follow the sound of his voice to the stage, pushing and elbowing people out of your way without a care in the world. You were a woman on a mission and nothing and nobody was going to stop you from getting what you want tonight. You’ve been patient enough already, you deserve this.

Finally reaching the stage, you get a good look at the members of 3racha, all three surrounded by fans and other people eager for a chance at their attention. Chan and Changbin were on opposite sides of the stage, chatting away while Jisung was right in the middle. When your eyes fall on him, however, you can’t help but frown as you get closer, ignoring all the glares sent your way as some people begin muttering under their breath.

As expected, Jisung wasn’t alone nor did he have any time to get lonely. All around him, there were girls and boys, fluttering their eyelashes, playing with their hair and stepping on each other’s toes just to have him spare them a second glance. Jisung was beautiful, we’ve already established that, but that same beauty suddenly reminded you of the reason you didn’t attend their performances that often.

At the end of every gig, Jisung liked to take a lucky fan or two back to his dressing room, hotel, or wherever they were staying at the moment. This was a known fact since all three of the boys did it, but still, it didn’t make you any less uncomfortable. But as much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but wonder, if the circumstances of your relationship were different, would he also pick you? Would he find you attractive enough to take you back to his place and have his way with you?

“Y/n, you made it!

Changbin’s voice helps you return to the moment at hand, his loud voice causing everyone around them to turn and stare at you curiously. That also includes Jisung, whose eyes light up as you finally reach him.

Changbin comes to your side for a brief hug before he’s pulled away by some girls while Chan shoots you a warm smile and lazy wave from afar, too caught up in his conversation to come over.

Jisung doesn’t move, and that helps you notice the arm he has wrapped around a girl, presumably a groupie if the hungry look she gives him is anything to go by. Oh great, he’s already taken his pick for tonight. You were going to be sick.

When your eyes move back to meet his, you find him already staring at you and your heart stops as you quickly realize he noticed your staring. He smirks, all smug and way too sexy in his stupid black and white string shirt, with his hair done up nicely. It’s been a few hours since you’ve last seen each other but Jisung looked like another person, the slightly smudged eyeliner and faint color on his lips making him look like a proper celebrity.

“I thought you backed out, pretty.” He finally speaks, leaning back against the stage. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

You ignore all the stares from the people around him and cross your arms, speaking louder over the music. “And why would I back out?”

Jisung shrugs. “Yongbok is a bad influence on you.”

The irony of the situation almost has you bursting out in laughter, the all too familiar words making you experience déjà vu. Felix has said the same thing about Jisung numerous times, so hearing him say them back was hilarious to you. These two had much more in common than they liked to admit.

Shaking your head, you uncross your arms. “We should talk.”

He nods and the little crowd of groupies parts before him, the sight creepier and more unsettling than it should be. Was Jisung running a little cult on the side you were unaware of? Because if so, you were ready to run back to Felix and admit he was right in a heartbeat.

Jisung doesn’t seem phased as he leans down to whisper something to the girl in his arms, something funny apparently since she giggles and meekly slaps his chest in response. You don’t try to hide the exasperated look on your face even as he gets closer and grabs your hand to drag you away, and that causes his smile to turn into a cheeky smirk. He’s enjoying this – of course, he is.

You walk past Changbin, who’s still talking with the girls from before as Jisung leads you by the hand somewhere to his right, to a more secluded area. His hand in yours is soft and slightly cold, the big, silver rings adorning his fingers causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine. You’re stuck staring at the back of his head for a few minutes and that’s when you finally notice a dark undercut he certainly wasn’t sporting that afternoon. The sight makes you weak in the knees, and you have to control the sudden urge to run your nails over the freshly cut hair. Oh, he went all out for this performance.

How did he know the undercut was your favorite?

Opening a door that clearly states ‘dressing room #1’, he lets you enter first before following and closing it behind him, finally silencing the loud chatter and music from outside. There, you lose the comfort of his hand as he plops down on the rugged-down, brown couch that’s pushed against the far wall with a sigh.

“Have a seat, sweetie.” He breathes out, reaching up to run his hands through his hair before he seems to remember it's all pretty and decides against it.

You do, but on the chair that’s in front of the lit-up vanity, turning it around to face him. The room is tiny, filled with makeup and some of Jisung’s more casual clothes, his guitar and pack of cigs and the smell of his cologne that floats around everywhere. It’s a bit intimidating, being alone with him in such a constricting place but you have to admit that’s part of the thrill of finally playing with the fire he ignites in you.

There’s no beating around the bush now. “So, Ji. Are you going to help me?”

“Wait, you were serious?” He blinks, sitting up straight. “Sweetheart, I had you wait until tonight to have this conversation again because I thought you would come to your senses.”

Your eyes widen, a bit offended by his last comment. “What? Why would you even think that I’m joking?!”

There’s a pause before he responds, voice quieter. “I didn’t really believe you would come to me of all people for help.”

The vulnerability hidden behind that statement has you opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water, completely taken aback. He sounds so fragile and insecure, a sight so out of the ordinary for you who’s always only seen his confident and laidback side.

It makes you want to hug him, reassure and hold him in your arms. So, finally free from the burden of Minho’s promise, you actually do.

Standing up, you close the small distance between you both and sit down next to him on the couch before tentatively wrapping your arms around his neck. When he doesn’t protest or pull away, you bring him closer.

“And why wouldn’t I?” you whisper and you feel him relax in your embrace, wrapping one of his own arms around your middle. “I trust you a lot, Ji.”

“You do?”

“Of course,” his hold on you tightens and the butterflies in your stomach start to choke you up, needing the release, “I’ve known you for half my life, after all. You’re my go-to troublemaker.”

Finally, he laughs, pulling away slightly to look at your face. “God, you’re so cheesy.”

“Only for you, baby.” You wink and he breaks the embrace for good, visibly cringing but still laughing.

His laugh had always been one of your favorite sounds, instantly bringing a smile to your face no matter the circumstances. Wanting to hear it a bit more, you continue, crossing your arms with a pout.

“This is how you sound every time you talk to me! Now you know how it feels.”

He raises an eyebrow as his smile fades and he suddenly comes closer in a swift motion, the couch dipping lightly when he invades your personal space. “Sorry, baby.” His voice is low and the proximity causes your heart rate to pick up significantly. “Let me make it up to you.”

You can’t speak, breathe, or think for several moments as he remains there, giving you this smouldering look you’ve seen him only use on stage. You’re left standing there looking at him, mouth agape as your brain screams at you to pull yourself together, to not give him the satisfaction of seeing the effect he has on you. His eyes scan your face, almost like he is memorizing your features but at the same time, not lingering on anything for too long or giving you a glimpse into his intricate mind.

Has time stopped, why isn’t he pulling away?!

“See, it’s not as bad as you made it out to be.” He winks and pulls away, acting like he didn’t just take your breath away straight from your lungs. “You like it.”

“I do not!” You protest, mind still fuzzy and he chuckles, putting more distance between you.

There’s a moment of brief silence as Jisung checks his phone and you begin to think you might actually not be crazy. There is something between you two and he most certainly felt it right now.

Something wanting to snap and be free.

“Okay, so how do we do this thing?” Gently throwing his phone to the side, he shifts on the couch to face you, still as relaxed as ever. “How do we fool your brother?”

“I have an idea.” You mumble, suddenly nervous. Not actually sudden at all since you’ve been nervous since you stepped into this room with him. Jisung nods and reaches for a smoke, waiting for you to continue as he lights it up.

“For starters, I think a few posts on social media could plant the idea of something going on in his head.”

Nodding, he exhales the smoke and you instinctively lean back. “So, you want to…take some pictures together? That’s all?”

The way he says it, with amusement in his voice, makes your face warm up in embarrassment but for an entirely different reason than before. You feel stupid. For all your anger a few hours prior, he thinks your plan is the most vanilla thing in the world.

And he hates vanilla. Just your luck, really.

Mustering all the courage available at your disposal, you try to appear as confident as ever as you decide to go with the other version of your plan. The one Felix hated the most.

“Sure, simple enough, right?” you nod and with no warning, make your way closer to him on the couch, your knees touching. If he’s surprised, Jisung doesn’t show it and keeps the same level look in his sparkling eyes as he turns his head to the side to not blow the smoke right in your face.

“Now,” taking your phone out, you come even closer, leaning towards him until your faces are mere inches apart. “Kiss me.”

For the first time in your life, you can see Han Jisung’s brain short-circuit, hand freezing mid-way to his lips while the cigarette continues to burn, ash falling onto his ripped black jeans. He blinks and stares in disbelief, dumbfounded while you just smile, not being able to hide your delight at his reaction. Taking someone by complete surprise and closing their mouth in the process has never been more fun.

Innocence is what you try to portray with your growing smile and head tilted to the side. “Jisung? Are you okay?”

He seems to snap out of it at the call of his name, clearing his throat before putting out his cig. When he turns back to you, his eyes are darker and you can’t help but gasp as he gets a hold of your shoulders with his big hands, increasing the distance between you so he can breathe.

“Y/n.” You almost recoil as your name leaves his plush lips, eyes widening in shock. He hasn’t used your name in ages so now you feel like you’re about to get the scolding of your life, like you committed the worst crime known to man. It doesn’t feel right at all, and your heart hurts a little as he ignores the shock on your face and carries on.

“Don’t play with me like that.” His voice is low, icy even and that baffles you even more than his words. “I’m all up for games but this isn’t one I’m willing to play.”

A moment passes with you staring into each other’s eyes before you scoff loudly, shaking off his hands and standing up altogether. “Why can’t you ever take me seriously?”

His eyes don’t leave yours. “Because you’ve been sprouting nonsense since I saw you this afternoon! I get you’re throwing a tantrum but how ridiculous can you be, Y/n?”

There’s no way Jisung is being serious right now. You can’t believe your ears. After the little speech you gave him, he has the audacity to speak to you like this?

“Throwing a tantrum?” Your voice raises in volume, getting angry. “I’m not a fucking child, Jisung!”

“Yet you keep acting like one, Y/n.”

Oh, that’s rich coming from him of all people.

“Fuck you.” There’s no hesitation as you spit out the words, glaring at him like you would at your brother. Great, he was reminding you of him now. So much for the happily ever after you envisioned by his side – even when he isn’t present, Minho still manages to fuck up your love life somehow.

He lets out a short laugh, not genuine in the slightest. “See. Childish.”

Your anger simmers and almost bubbles to the surface but you force it back down, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of actually acting like a spoiled child. It’s all coming back to you now, the reason you and Jisung didn’t actually spend time together. Since becoming a part of Chan’s group, he turned into a pain in the ass, an arrogant asshole that thought he was so high and mighty when in reality, he was just horrible. Horrible with his friends, with his fans and with everyone that wasn’t part of his little fame bubble. Sometimes you wondered why Minho was still his friend, as bad as that sounds. He was nothing like the best friend he grew up with, the ray of sunshine that used to brighten his gloomy days

The Jisung you fell for years ago was a ghost now, a sweet memory you carried dearly in your heart and kept safe like a precious souvenir. It was bittersweet, remembering how he used to be but despite that, your feelings didn’t budge. You still cared for him, deeply, and seeing him at your house occasionally, playing with Minho brought back the hope that you abandoned a long time ago in regards to him ever returning to normal.

Of course, that never lasts. It never does.

Defeated, you shake your head and make for the door, not even sparing him a second glance. “Whatever, forget about it. I was stupid to believe you would actually help me.”

These words are meant to hurt him, but why are you the one in pain?

“I’ll just go and ask Chan instead.” You don’t even know why you’re still explaining yourself to him and that makes you angry again. Without another word, you open the door but before you can take another step, a big hand appears and closes it abruptly.

The sound startles you, just like his sudden presence behind you and there’s no stopping the way your breath hitches in your throat. However, you don’t turn around, still hurt because of his words. He doesn’t seem to care and leans forward, his chest flush against your back while his hot breath hits your cheek. The contact causes you to shiver and goosebumps appear on your arms, knuckles turning white on the doorknob.

Jisung notices, because, of course, he does. However, he doesn’t tease you as expected. Seems like he isn’t in the mood for it either, not anymore.

“Fine, you want me to take you seriously?” His velvety voice hits your ear, quieter than you’ve ever heard it before and your heart skips a beat. His dominant hand remains on the door, trapping you between it and his body but the other doesn’t join, still giving you a way out. The position you’re now in is close, intimate and without meaning to, you cave and turn around to look at him. This allows him to come forward, no longer pressing against you but just a breath away from your lips, tempting you to take action, to close the almost non-existent space left and melt into him.

“Kiss me yourself.”

Surprise flashes across your features, not sure if you’ve heard him right or not. But Jisung doesn’t budge and continues to stare into your eyes deeply, defiantly even, the shimmering glitter that adorns them not softening his intense gaze at all. It feels like you can’t breathe properly as his words slowly sink in but your arms still move to reach for him like a lifeline, the need to feel him beneath your fingers greater than the one for air. When your palms settle on his broad chest, he inhales sharply, resting his forehead against yours as your noses collide gently.

You’re sharing the same breath now but the tension only grows, almost flickering in the air. Suffocating but still so delicious.

Neither of you seems to be in a hurry as one of your hands moves upwards on his chest until it reaches his jaw, cupping it gingerly while the other fists his shirt. You can’t bring him any closer without doing the inevitable but you can still prolong this, thumb reaching out to trace his bottom lip to which he responds by grabbing your hips and connecting your lower halves. You both exhale through your mouths at the contact, the desperation quickly building up and eating away at your sanity.

There’s no doubt in your mind that he feels the same, now. Carnally, at least.

Still taking it slow, you realize he loves making you lose your mind as much as you love it when you teasingly kiss the corner of his mouth and he pushes into you, pinning your body against the door. A whimper escapes your mouth and he smirks faintly, pupils blown wide.

“What’s wrong?” He whispers so close to your lips that your hand drops to grab his chin roughly, keeping his head in place while his smirk only grows. “Cat got your tongue?”

The world outside this little room has disappeared completely and now you only see, hear and feel him. Nothing else matters. That’s why you feel like you might go completely crazy if you spend even another second not kissing him, finally indulging in something you’ve wanted for so long.

The smug smirk on his face drops as the hand on his chest moves up to wrap around his neck, his hold on you bruising when he sees the way your lips part and eyes flutter shut. Finally, you were going to do it. You were going to kiss Han Jisung and make a mess of his pretty hair and stage makeup, have him moan and curse lowly into your mouth just like you’ve always fantasized about.

But your luck never lasts that long.

Your lips barely get the chance to touch briefly when suddenly, you feel yourself falling backwards as the door opens, a loud yelp escaping your mouth. Fortunately, Jisung snaps out of it quicker and pulls you back towards him, strong arm wrapped around your waist securely. Your own arms drop to his middle as you bury your head in his chest, embarrassed when you recognize the voice that’s come to interrupt your fairytale. It feels like those moments when you’re rudely awakened by your alarm in the morning while you’re busy dreaming about marrying your celebrity crush.

Both instances are just as frustrating and heartbreaking.

“Oh, sorry guys.” Chan laughs awkwardly before clearing his throat. “But uh, the show’s about to start so, um… Jisung, if you will – “

You feel his chest move as he exhales, clearly annoyed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

That’s all Chan needs to walk away, a bit too eager to escape the uncomfortable situation. When you dare look up again, Jisung is already looking down at you, putting some hair behind your ear gently. He’s doing a much better job at masking his frustration at being interrupted than you currently are.

His voice is still quiet as he speaks, but now for a different reason. “After the show, take everyone and come to the VIP section. I’ll wait for you there.”

You nod and he forces a smile, the new emotion in his eyes a bit too complicated to make out when your head is still spinning all over the place. Giving your shoulder a friendly squeeze, Jisung then detaches from you and moves to walk away first, finally dawning on him the importance of the show and how he cannot just keep lingering here.

Before he’s completely out of earshot, you speak up. “Jisung!”

He turns briefly, now in a hurry.

“Break a leg out there!” You smile.

And he finally returns it, genuinely. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

When he disappears, you remain there for a moment longer to pull yourself together, making sure you look presentable enough to not raise any suspicion. Looking in the vanity’s lit-up mirror, your fingers find your lips and the slightly smeared lipstick, tracing them lightly while remembering the way his own lips felt. They were so close, yet still so far as they seemed to have slipped right through these very fingers, harshly pulled away from you in the worst way.

Will you ever get a chance like that again?

But more importantly, will you actually take it?

Shaking your head, you quickly fix your lipstick before leaving and closing the door on everything that’s transpired with Jisung in the last 20 minutes. If you want to remain sane, you have to forget it all, for now.

Reaching your friends isn’t as challenging as before and when you make it to your seat, with Jeongin already excited about the gossip you brought back, the lights turn off. Everyone gasps and cheers as the booming music signaling the performance starts, and you let out a small sigh, relieved you won’t have to get into it right away.

From where you’re all sitting, you can see smoke enveloping the stage and it all goes quiet again for a moment before a spotlight turns on and the members of 3racha appear, one by one, to the beat of their favorite song. The crowd grows wild, and you aren’t an exception, your whole table cheering as loud as everyone else as the whole vibe of the venue changes.

Emotions are running high for everyone as their performance stars, adrenaline and excitement running through your veins from the first song to the last. Everyone is dancing and singing along, with some knowing the lyrics by heart and it feels like the room is spinning with their energy and stomping around. Grabbing Felix, who seems way happier than before thanks to the alcohol, you also stand up to dance and scream along to the music and your happiness only multiplies when you see him doing the same.

3racha’s stage presence is no joke, neither is their talent as Changbin gets the whole venue to chant their names at some point, leaving the crowd begging for an encore they can’t help but deliver. Throughout the whole performance, no matter if he’s rapping or jumping around, Jisung’s eyes seem to find you one way or another and every time, he winks or smirks at your excitement. He’s visibly pleased and unknown to you, that fuels him up better than any crowd could and prompts him to give the performance of a lifetime.

By the end, you’re left buzzing and more awake than ever, throwing your arms around Felix and thanking him for accompanying you tonight.

After, a waiter comes over to your booth and escorts your whole group to the VIP section of the club, where tonight’s stars are. You really weren’t expecting Jisung to send someone or even remember what he said, too busy having fun with his fanclub to be bothered.

The VIP area is a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the club, with AC and fewer people. It’s fancy and luxurious and among the other patrons, you spot the guys instantly.

Their place consists of a bunch of sofas and three coffee tables in the middle, all filled with alcohol and the weed they love so much. There are other people among them when you arrive and besides their manager and choreographer, you don’t recognize anyone else. The choreographer is Minho’s teacher, after all, the one who taught him everything he knows.

“Well, this is fancy.” Seungmin hums, impressed.

Chan smiles behind his cigar, glass of whiskey in hand. “Only the best for our friends.” He winks and Seungmin looks away, rolling his eyes, but you swear there’s a faint blush on his cheeks.

“You guys were amazing! I think this was your best performance yet!” Jeongin joins in, all smiles, eyes turning into two crescent moons, the sight so adorable you can’t help but reach over and squeeze one of his cheeks, not being able to stop yourself. He groans and swats your hand away but unfortunately for him, Felix is on his other side, so he doesn’t catch any breaks before his cheeks get squished together again. You laugh as he succumbs to his faith, knowing first-hand how strong Felix is and how difficult it would be to fight him off.

Changbin, who’s the only one surrounded by groupies, boys and girls, exclaims a bit too loudly. “Aw, Innie! Thank you!”

Everyone laughs at his high-pitched voice, besides Jeongin who just cringes and moves to take a shot once he escapes Felix’s claws. Alcohol makes Changbin’s true personality shine through in a hilarious way each time – there’s never a dull moment with him around.

Across from the chaos, Jisung, who’s been silently sipping his drink so far, locks eyes with you before beckoning you closer without a word. You’ve calmed down since whatever the fuck happened in his dressing room so you have no problem standing up and walking over to him, also a bit curious about his missing cult. Were they waiting for him in a basement somewhere with the ritual on hold?

“Before you say anything, just know that Minho doesn’t allow me to join shady cults.”

He blinks up at you, confused out of his mind and the look on his face makes you laugh. Jisung smiles at the sound, but the gesture doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Sorry, sorry.” You shake your head, stopping in front of him. “What’s up?”

It’s surprising how normal you can actually act around him after he’s managed to turn your whole world upside down with a mere sentence. After the intense moment you’ve shared before when you thought your heart was going to explode into teeny tiny pieces right on his shirt. The stupid shirt that’s hugging his waist perfectly, sleeves a bit too long over his hands.

The part of you that resents what he’s become is also dormant now, to your surprise. You haven’t been this angry at him in years, your last argument ending with you both ignoring each other for months.

Maybe you’re both tired of fighting.

“Come here.” He throws his drink back before setting the glass down and grabbing his phone.

Without meaning to, you do and when you’re within arms’ reach, Jisung gently pulls you down by the hand until your faces are mere inches away. Your eyes widen, and you panic, but before you can jerk away, he closes the distance and places a gentle smooch on your cheek that lingers for a moment too long. Not that you mind.

But, the unexpected gesture still leaves you frozen in your spot even after he lets go, gaze slowly moving to meet his for an explanation.

The smirk he sports is shameless as he signals you to take a seat on the arm of the comfy, fluffy white chair he’s currently lounging in. For a moment, you think about taking a seat in his lap, wanting to get the upper hand and fluster him back but, you quickly come to your senses and decide otherwise.

“What was that for?” You get straight to the point, staring him down. A thin layer of sweat now adorns his sunkissed skin and his styled, blonde hair has become nothing short of a mess. An attractive mess nonetheless, since you swear, he looks even better than before. You didn’t think that was even possible but there he was, proving you wrong once again.

Instead of using his words, Jisung just shows you his phone. Curious, you lean down to find a picture of two faceless people sharing a kiss – wait a second…it’s you! It’s a picture of the kiss you just shared.

But wait. He’s only just kissed your cheek…

Oh, he was good.

“Think this will be enough to trick Minho for tonight?” He smiles faintly, more reserved than he’s ever been with you and that kind of throws you off. Although, you can understand why he’s acting the way he is, considering what just happened.

“You,” A pause, taking hold of his phone, “made it look like we’re kissing for real.”

He grins. “I’m pretty great, right?”

Your eyes glide over to look at him, shoulders slumping slightly. “But why? I thought you didn’t want to help me.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” He wastes no time in explaining, looking straight into your eyes. Even in the poorly lit room, you can see his gaze soften, features relaxing as a mischievous smile makes its way onto his lips.

There he was, the Jisung you fell in love with. The menace Minho forbid you from ever pursuing.

“Let’s do this, sweetheart. Let’s get back at your selfish brother.”

Game on.

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How Stray Kids Would: Propose / Tell you they want to marry you

Apart of the 'Stray Kids Would' headcanon series

Pairing: Stray Kids x reader (gender not specified)

Genre: Stray Kids Headcanons | VERY VERY VERY FLUFFY |

Disclaimer: These characters do not represent the in real life people they are portraying and these stories are strictly fictional!

Content Warnings: pet names: (baby, my love, angel, kitten, pretty, pup, loml), mentions of death (in passing, none descriptive and only in Minho's section), some suggestive remarks (VERY mild) mentions of alcohol consumption and reader gets very drunk (in Seungmin's section)

A/N: HAPPY STAY WEEK!! I hope you all enjoy your special week/day! How many stay weeks have you experienced now? Also thank you so so much for 400 followers! I am so overjoyed at the love and support I've received on here from you all, and I hope you enjoy this little gift as a token of my appreciation for you 💕

Bang Chan : Beach Proposal

Chan is a sensible person when it comes to love. He believes love will come to him when the time is right, there is no need to seek it out. He would be the type of guy to build a friendship foundation and slowly fall in love with his best friend.

With this in mind, it would take him longer than the rest of the boys to tell his s/o that he wants to marry them.

It would most likely occur around 3-4 years into dating, when things are starting to get more serious and he feels like his s/o has established a permanent role in his life as not just his best friend, but his life partner.

It would be in a comfortable stage of the relationship, he knew his s/o like the back of his hand, he knows their family, and they know his and any issue that came up, he would work with his s/o to get through it.

He would be curled up in bed with his s/o, his strong arms wrapped securely around them. He can feel himself growing sleepier with the comforting weight of the person he loves in his arms, your scent covered on his sheets and enveloping him. Through his sleepy vision there you are in all your perfectness.

He'd realise then and there that he only ever wants to fall asleep with you in his arms and wake up to see you in the morning. He whispers his feelings into the small space between you and lets his dreams take over.

A few weeks after his realisation, he gets to planning. Chan is a planner after all and on top of that a huge romantic. Chan has seen enough Disney and anime movies in his time to know he wants this to be the biggest romantic gesture he can gift to you and what better place to do that, then to take you to the only other place his heart belongs?

When you are both visiting Australia, his months of planning is finally set in motion.

He would take you down to a secluded beach, he would make it appear as nothing more than a romantic beach date, well overdue from his busy schedule while visiting here.

He'd wait until the sun was setting on the horizon of the ocean and a hue of orange and blues would light up the water as sunlight met moonlight, with the stars beginning to peek into the skyline.

"I have one more surprise for you baby." Chan would announce standing up from the picnic rug and brushing the sand off his jeans nervously.

Your eyes lit up as you watched him offer you one of his hands.

"Did you bring dessert?" You asked with a gasp, picturing a pavlova or perhaps some home-made lamingtons for the occasion.

Chan let out a nervous chuckle as he helped you to your feet in front of him, shaking his head slightly in amusement at your cluelessness.

"Make that two surprises then." He mused taking both your hands into his and positioning you so you were perfectly in front of him.

"What is it Channie?" You asked sensing his nerves rising in the way his hands were becoming clammier and he brought his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Y/N I have been wanting to ask you this for some time now, but I wanted to make it special. You deserve the world and I promise for as long as you'll have me around, I will try and give it to you." Chan spoke his eyes swirling with emotion as he bent down on one knee.

You felt your heart soar, your eyes filling with tears of joy and a gasp leaving your lips at the realisation of what was to come.

"I want you by my side always, I want to wake up next to you every morning, I want to travel the world with you, I want to listen to all your crazy stories. I want to do it all with you y/n. You're my best friend, my companion, my other half and the love of my life. I love you infinitely." He breathed in a large breath preparing him for the words that would change not only his life, but yours for good.

"Y/N...Will you marry me?"

Hyunjin : Art Gallery Proposal

Hyunjin is a hopeless romantic, this much is known. I can see him falling head first into love and giving everything he can to a relationship.

A bit like Chan, he would take some time to confess to his s/o that he wants to spend forever with them. He would know it for a long time, and it isn't like he doesn't want to say it to them, but the words are always heavy in his mouth and he shies himself away from the topic.

One night, around 2 years into dating, Hyunjin and his s/o are dancing around the dorm living area. Soft jazz music playing through the speaker Changbin had set up this morning for his workout session.

Hyunjin had you in his arms as he twirled you around and dipped you backwards, his smile reaching his eyes, reeling in the complete sense of belonging he always felt when you were near.

He tugged you closer, your forehead coming to rest gently against his and time seemed to slow. He could feel your breaths on his lips, your heartbeat against his chest and he was star struck. There was no one like you in this world for him, and suddenly it wasn't so hard to tell you.

Another year passes by and Hyunjin reminds you every now and again his plan to make you his, but life just always seemed to get in the way.

Finally, almost two years after that night in his dorm living room, Hyunjin has the art gallery all set up. You think you're just meeting him at the local art gallery for your typical monthly date night.

What you didn't expect was the entire building to only consist of Hyunjin and you, soft jazz music filling the corners of every room, and the walls to be covered in paintings and photographs that Hyunjin had done or taken himself. They all had one thing in common, the two of you.

Whether it was a place you had been together, your favourite flower, a portrait of you, or of the dog you now owned together sleeping next to Kkami. It was a display of your life together.

You spun around in a circle taking it all in and when you turned around, there was Hyunjin on one knee.

Hyunjin was down on one knee, a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a ring box in the other. A stunning, shimmering diamond glistening under the gallery lights.

Tears were running down your cheeks, overwhelmed at the display of love Hyunjin was sharing with you, all for you.

"Do you remember that night, in the living room? Back at my old dorm with the boys?" He asked you, his voice riddled with emotion, but Hyunjin kept his composure.

You nodded quickly, too overcome with emotion to trust your voice to answer.

"I told you that no one in this world could compare to you, you complete me. The sun to my moon, the dawn to my dusk." He continued pausing when he heard a sob fall from your lips uncontrollably, shook by the moment you had been waiting for all your life.

"With you my world is in colour. Bright, beautiful streaming colour and I will cherish every moment I get to be in your presence." He sucked in a breath and offered you the roses in his left hand.

When you took them from him, wiping some of your tears off your cheeks, he continued.

"You make me want to be selfish, to keep you all to myself and never let you go. Stay with me forever?"

You fell to your knees in front of him, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him into you, as you let your tears flow freely.

"Is...is that a yes?" Hyunjin asked cautiously, uncertain whether your tears were tears of joy or sadness.

You let out a laugh at his doubt and pulled away from him to smile at him.

"YES!"

Felix : Paris Proposal

Felix is someone I can see knowing very early on if he wants to spend the rest of his life with someone and I can also see him not being afraid to tell them how he feels.

Around the 6 month mark in dating I can see him realising he only wants to be with his s/o, he only wants a future that you're apart of.

Felix was out with his s/o, baby sitting one of his friend's kids with them on short notice. He watched the way you interacted with the little girl, fixing her hair into pigtails, helping her eat and listening to her barely understandable blabbering with a fond smile on your face.

He knew from that moment. He wanted this with you. He wanted it all and so he told you. 'One day I'm going to marry you y/n, and we can have our own little mini me too!'.

After that, he reminded you constantly of his plan. In the shower, writing the letters 'marry me?' in the condensation, a smirk on his lips, or when you're dressed up going to an award show with him, he'd whisper 'I can't wait to finally make you legally mine'. Any chance he got, he'd tell you.

A year and a half into dating, Felix can't be more certain than he is, that you were placed on this earth to hold his hand for eternity.

Felix being the thoughtful, caring individual he is wants the proposal to be the most romantic and magical experience of your life.

He doesn't know anywhere more romantic than the city of love itself: Paris.

You had already spent a week touring around Paris with Felix, going to his favourite restaurants, shopping on the main strip and visiting all of the tourist attractions, taking only the cutest of couple photos in front of each of them.

It is the last night in Paris and you are watching the sun set on the balcony of your rented apartment.

"I don't want this to end." You sighed leaning your head onto Felix's shoulder, feeling the weight of the impending morning creeping in with every ray of sunlight that disappeared below he horizon.

"I've loved every second of this trip, thank you for making it perfect angel." Felix smiled, his arm that was wrapped around your shoulders pulling you in closer, like he was trying to forge your two bodies together.

"I don't want to go back to the real world, I just want it to be just us all the time." You whined with a pout, leaning forward to fill your now empty champagne glass from the bottle that rested on ice against the balcony railing. Not wanting to get too comfortable before you had the chance to get more champagne.

Felix smiled to himself, letting his arm fall from your shoulder so you could lean forward and he felt over the lump in his pocket that resembled the ring box he had purchased in secret, for this exact moment.

"You know baby, just because we're going back to the 'real world' doesn't mean we have to be apart." Felix smirked taking the ring box out of his pocket while you continued to fill your glass.

"You know what I mean Lix, I'm just going to miss spending every minute of every day with you and I just-" You paused as you turned around to be faced with Felix sitting up straight, a ring box balanced in his open palms, displaying a beautiful diamond ring.

His eyes were shining with emotion and a longing that told you, he had been carrying this ring around for a while waiting for the perfect moment.

"If being together every minute of every day, is what you want my love, then marry me and I'll never leave your side again." Felix smiled shyly, holding out the ring box toward you.

You felt your lip tremble as you stared at Felix, completely stunned. Although Felix had expressed multiple times over the span of your relationship that he wanted to marry you one day, you still could never have seen this coming.

"Please say something baby, you're scaring me." Felix nervously chuckled, moving the ring box in his hands toward you once again to encourage you to react.

"Oh my gosh!" You suddenly sprang into action, throwing yourself at Felix and wrapping your hands around his neck,

"Of course I want to marry you!"

Seungmin : Baseball Game Proposal

Like Chan, Seungmin is very sensible when it comes to love and he only dates with one thing in mind. Marriage.

Dating without working towards a life together, just doesn't make sense in his mind and seems more like a friends with benefits situation.

With this in mind, Seungmin would know very early on into the relationship that he wants to marry his s/o one day, as he wouldn't have gotten into the relationship if he didn't see that potential.

Admitting to his s/o his feelings though on the other hand would take some time.

Almost two years into dating, one night you both had been at an award's after party with the rest of SKZ and their staff. You had drunk more than enough for not only yourself but probably Seungmin too.

Seungmin had gotten you showered and cleaned up, with much difficulty and he now watched you with eyes filled of adoration as you slurred nontangible words at him, shoving your face into his pillow and sheets, seeking his scent to lose yourself in.

He knew you wouldn't remember this in the morning, but he couldn't help himself. There wasn't anyone else he wanted to take care of for the rest of his life and you looked too adorable wrapped up in his sheets, eyes closed and soft pleads for him to cuddle you falling from your lips.

'One day pup, I'm gonna marry you.' He'd tell you once you had gotten your way and his arms were wrapped securely around you.

A few weeks after this, Seungmin and you have a deep conversation about where the relationship is heading and you both talk about your future together. He reassures you of his feelings for you and the conversation feels like a pivotal point in your relationship.

Seungmin and you don't bring this up again until three years have passed and it's almost your five year anniversary.

You're at a baseball game that Seungmin is once again throwing the first pitch for. You're standing off to the side smiling proudly at your boyfriend who is standing waiting to throw the ball.

Suddenly a staff member is passing him a microphone and he turns to face you.

"I know you are all here to see the game today, and I am incredibly honoured to be throwing the first pitch of the game! If I could just borrow a little bit more of your time, I want to introduce you to someone very special to me." Seungmin explained his interruption to the pre-game, extending a hand out toward you, motioning for you to walk over and join him.

Suddenly your face replaces the image of Seungmin on the big screen and Seungmin continues.

"Everyone meet the love of my life y/n. We've been together for almost five years now."

A large round of applause broke out across the stadium and you felt someone push you forward, snapping you out of your stunned trance.

You walked over to Seungmin, the crowd cheering and encouraging you with every step you took.

You were confused at what was going on, but the look in Seungmin's eyes told you that what you had been dreaming of since you met Seungmin was about to take place and a smile broke out over your features.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why I've brought out my beautiful partner today, and if any of you know me, you know I love baseball. Well there is one thing that I can't live without and as much as I love baseball, I couldn't possibly live without my y/n by my side." Seungmin smiled back at you, as you finally made it in front of him taking his hand.

Seungmin dipped down onto one knee, hand still holding yours and you felt excitement explode out of your chest as a gasp left your lips.

"Y/n. Will you do the honour of marrying me and throwing the first pitch of the game?"

You're sure the crowd was going wild as you saw people standing to their feet out of the corner of your eyes - clapping wildly - but it all blurred away from your vision either to the tears collecting in them or to focus on the man in front of you.

Unable to speak, too overwhelmed with your free hand over your mouth hiding the wide smile on your face. You nodded your head furiously, giving your heart to Seungmin where it belonged.

Jisung (Han) : Lookout Proposal

Jisung gives me the vibes that when he falls for someone he falls hard, but he is also particular with who he selects as his s/o.

From the very start Jisung had been smitten with his S/O. He'd never been in love before and although everything was new and exciting, it felt like he'd known them forever.

It's no surprise that in just under one year of dating he feels it deep in his core, that you're the one for him. That you were put on this earth to be with him for every milestone, every laugh and every moment of weakness.

You are bunched up on top of each other on the bus heading back to his dorm after a long day of shopping around at the markets.

The bus is packed and people are pushing into your backs. Your eyes are fixed on Jisung, worried about how the crowding could be affecting him.

Planting your feet firmly into the floor so you could hold your balance, you let go over the overhead bar to reach into your pockets, pulling out your headphones that you plugged into Jisung's ears.

Jisung watched your movements curiously with a blush on his cheeks and a small shy smile. Music fills his mind and he feels himself relax, the hand of his not holding himself on the railing, coming around your waist to pull you into him.

He knew before then, but even more so now. You were the one.

'I couldn't love you more than I already do baby. I'm going to marry you one day.' He would whisper once you were close enough to him. You let out a giggle, but the feeling was mutual.

Jisung couldn't wait to officially 'pop the question', everyone in his life was telling him to hold, that it wasn't something he needed to rush into. But it didn't feel rushed, it felt right. It wasn't like he was getting married to you on the spot? The way he saw it, he could be engaged to you for years before you finally 'tied the knot'.

Shaking off his fears, Jisung bought the ring, he planned out the perfect spot, but little did he know the universe had other plans for him.

Exactly a year and 3 months into dating, you and Jisung had met up for a late night drive, not uncommon for you both with your schedules and trying to find time to spend together.

Jisung had driven you out of the city, far up into the hill side and you were now staring down at a sea of stars.

"You know, for how cold it is up here, the view really is worth it." You grinned leaning backwards into Jisung's hold, where his arms were wrapped around you from behind, his face peeking over your shoulder to look down at the glorious view in front of you both.

Jisung hummed in agreeance, squeezing you tighter in his hold, hoping that his body warmth would bring you some more comfort against the harsh breeze that filtered through the opening every now and then.

At Jisung's closer proximity, you felt something hard jab you in your hip and you yelped pulling away from him to eye him with a glare.

"What's wrong?" Jisung asked concerned trying his best to scan over you in the dark, looking for any signs of injury.

"What on earth are you packing down there?" You laughed reaching out to feel Jisung's pocket to find the source of what had poked you.

Realising what you were reaching for Jisung stepped back abruptly.

"Wait! It's nothing!" Jisung panicked catching your hands in front of him and holding onto them tightly so you couldn't pull them out of his grasp.

You cocked an eyebrow at Jisung through the darkness at his suspicious behaviour.

"Ji...What's going on?" You asked him curious to know what he was trying to hide from you.

Jisung let out a long sigh and you saw his shoulders slump in defeat through the small vision the moonlight offered.

"I had this elaborate plan, down to the details, god even the boys were in on it and they had been so good at keeping the secret...but I guess there is no better time than the present." His words made no sense to you, but as he pulled out a ring box, opening it so the gem could glisten against the moonlight, reflecting his love back at you, it all made sense.

Your hands went to cover your mouth, a half whimper, half gasp from shock slipping from it as Jisung went down on one knee in front of you.

"I knew you were special from the moment I met you y/n, but I could have never known how much you would mean to me so quickly. I know we're still growing and learning together, but I know I don't want to do that with anyone else...what I'm trying to say is...will you marry me y/n?"

He looked so nervous, his hands slightly trembling with the ring box balancing in them and you couldn't stop the tears from the mixture of joy, shock and overflowing love from trickerling down your cheeks.

"Of course I will!"

Minho (Lee Know) : Cruise ship Proposal

Most people would think Minho would be very careful with his feelings, so therefore he would be one of the last ones to confess to his s/o that he wants to marry them, let alone propose.

However that isn't exactly the case.

Minho just shows his affection in other ways. Pestering, teasing and acts of service ways.

Minho has been with his s/o for two and a half years at this point in time, and they work seamlessly together as a well practiced unit.

It is one night that you are cooking for Minho in his dorm kitchen, knowing that him and the boys had a late night rehearsal and would be hungry once they arrived home.

The 'cuties' dorm door is unlocked and the boys are instantly hit with the divine smells of a home cooked meal, salivating from the hunger brought on by the long day they just had.

Minho's heart melted upon the vision of you in the kitchen, plating up your treat for the boys, as the rest of the boys hovered around you sharing their appraisals through heart shaped eyes.

'y/n is marriage material hyung. Lock them down while you can.' Seungmin approved with a groan of appreciation as he took the first bite of the food you had prepared him.

Minho smiled over at you, whose ears were now red from embarrassment.

'Don't worry, I will.'

Life goes on over the next year and the thought of proposing is always at the back of Minho's mind, thinking of all the different ways he could ask you. One night you're watching 'Titanic' for a countless time and you suddenly say something that catches Minho's attention.

'I'd never let you sacrifice yourself for me. We both survive or we both die.'

His plan was set in motion, he had planned a cruise for your four year anniversary. The private dinner set on the roof of the cruise ship over looking the sunset, where the ship's railing was displayed perfectly for your 'Minho I'm Flying' moment and everything was going according to plan.

"Seriously how on earth did you manage this?" You gawked holding onto the railing and taking in the orange coated ocean that spanned around the ship endlessly underneath the sunset.

Minho shrugged, coming up behind you and placing his hands on either side of you on the railing, trapping you against it and placing a kiss to the side of your face.

"Fame has it's perks it seems." Minho teased in your ear in a husky voice, knowing what his lower register of speech did to you.

You turned around to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Resting your forehead against his, you closed your eyes and breezed in the scent of the salty sea air that danced around you both, wanting to soak in these rare moments with Minho for as long as you could.

"Jokes aside, this is only a small fraction of the world I can offer you kitten." Minho's voice shifted into a tone of sincerity and you opened your eyes to see his cat-like ones piercing back into yours.

"I was going to wait until after dinner, but why not now while we're at the top of the world, right y/n?" He asked with a shy giggle, taking a step back from you.

Your confusion only lasted a second, until you saw him bending down on one knee in front of you.

"Minho! shut up! oh my god!" You cried out in utter shock, hands flying to cover your parted mouth in surprise.

Minho laughed again, shaking his head at your outburst.

"I promise to shut up, if you promise to marry me." He teased again, his cheeks holding a smirk as he opened up the ring box he had pulled from his jacket pocket, revealing a glittering jewelled ring.

"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" You squealed holding out your hand excitedly, more than ready to take the next steps in your relationship.

Changbin : Rooftop Dinner Proposal

Changbin is someone who is easily consumed by love, but he also isn't one to give it out so freely. Changbin is someone with a high sense of morality and principles, thus meaning it would take time for him to open up fully with someone.

But once he feels that comfort with you, he is an open book that wants to consume you with every ounce of love he has to give.

I can see Changbin realising he wants to marry his s/o around two and a half years into dating, however he doesn't express it to you right away.

Instead he stews on it, thinking it over and dissecting it. Wanting to make sure it really is what he wants out of your relationship.

It is a complete shock to Changbin, that just after three years of officially dating he accidentally proposes to you.

Changbin is tangled up with you in hotel sheets. He had been on tour, and was struggling being away from you for so long. His solution was buying you the next plane ticket and sneaking you into his hotel room.

It was innocent, warm cuddles, slow and passionate kisses and sweet whispers spoken amongst each other's lips since you had arrived.

He didn't care that he hadn't gotten much sleep - regardless of you begging him to rest his eyes - all he wanted was to look at you and soak in your beauty, never wanting to forget the way you looked at him with so much love in your eyes.

"I never want to lose you baby. I don't want distance to come between us." He whispered, reaching out to push a few strands of your hair that had fallen into the path of your locked gazes.

You gave him a delicate smile that sent tingles shooting out from his heart to his brain.

"You won't Binnie, I'm with you, forever if you'll have me." You confessed taking his hand near your face into yours and pressing a warm kiss into the skin of his knuckles.

"Marry me then." Changbin breathed out effortlessly, shocking himself at how easy it was for him to say.

You eyed him carefully, wondering if it was just something he had said in the moment, something not meant to be taken seriously.

But there was sincerity in his eyes, evidence of a surprise at the statement he had just given you, but he took his hand out of yours not waiting for a response and grabbed to base of your chin to pull you into another gentle passion filled kiss, you knew it was his way of saying;

'Sorry that was sudden, I really do mean it though.'

So you responded with a kiss of your own, deepening the kiss and gripping his neck for support.

Eventually when the two of you broke for air, gazes back on each other, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Yes by the way...I'll marry you."

Changbin had never smiled brighter.

In true Changbin fashion, when the tour was finally over and you were both back in your home town. He set up a beautiful rooftop dinner, overlooking the city where you had found love with each other and there he got down on one knee to ask you officially.

Jeongin : Park/Gazebo Proposal

Outside looking in, most people will assume Jeongin isn't very affectionate.

If only they knew what he was like behind closed doors with his s/o.

He can barely keep his hands off his s/o!

Jeongin unlike Seungmin, doesn't just date for marriage, dating to Jeongin can be seen as just two people going with the flow who enjoy each other's company more than a friend would.

That was his thoughts at least until he met you.

The moment he kissed you, it was like a fairy-tale warped into reality. Fireworks going off in his brain signally to him, what he already knew to be true. You were something else, you were special.

A year and a half into dating and he can't keep it to himself anymore.

You're cuddled up on the couch of your apartment, a K-Drama unfolding on the screen in front of you and the main characters are exchanging vows to each other.

The grip Jeongin had on your hand grew tighter and he turned to look at you as you turned to see if he was okay.

'Do you ever think about getting married?' He would ask you, eyes full of hope and uncertainty at the same time.

You'd give him a reassuring smile and squeeze his hand back.

'Only if it's with you.' You'd reply without skipping a beat.

After Jeongin has the green light he speaks to everyone he can that won't run back to you and tell you of his plans. He speaks to staff members, his hyungs, a random cashier, anyone he can about what the perfect proposal would be.

Anything suggested to him, just doesn't feel right.

It isn't until you're on your nightly walk in a park nearby your apartment that the perfect proposal springs to mind.

Now dating for just over two years, Jeongin had left a perfectly placed treasure hunting map out on your coffee table, that had led you to the park nearby your apartment.

Unsure of where to go now, as the map didn't provide any further details you looked around feeling uneasy in the darkness of night.

Suddenly the footpath in front of you lit up with strategically placed fairy lights you hadn't noticed before, begging you to follow the trail.

You followed the path all the way to an entirely lit up gazebo with rose petals scattered over the pavement.

In the middle of the gazebo, surrounded by rose petals was Jeongin on one knee.

You're left speechless at the overwhelming display of love Jeongin was displaying for you, his heart well and truly on his sleeve.

You ran over to him, throwing yourself on the ground in front of him and taking him into your arms as you let out quiet sobs of overflowing emotion.

"Oh baby, I didn't want you to cry." Jeongin whispered into your ear, placing the ring box off to the side momentarily to rub soothing patterns into your back.

"T-this is so thoughtful." You cried burrying your head into his neck and pressing a few small kisses there, wondering how you got so lucky to be loved by him.

"Is that a yes, pretty? Will you marry me?" Jeongin would ask excitedly, not being able to contain his happiness at the idea of impressing you with such a heavy task.

You let out a heartfelt sigh, content with the way things had progressed in your relationship and you sucked in a deep breath as you pulled away to answer him face to face.

"Yes Innie. It's only ever been you."

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𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢: 𝔄𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔱 ℜ𝔬𝔞𝔡 cw: mention guns, minho speeding (don't do that), smut warnings below cut pairing: lee know x reader, han x reader wc: 2.9k a/n: put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this series/blog

smut warnings: teasing, toys, threesome, use of traffic light system, groping, sir kink, oral (f. + m. receiving), boob/nipple play (light), hickeys, finger sucking, fingering, pet names (kitten, doll, good girl, kitten), light choking, car sex (kinda), voyeurism/exhibitionism, cum sharing/eating, multiple orgasms, lmk if i missed something

     Minho and Jisung made Y/n aware of their presence in the home before relaxing in Chan’s living room. A few minutes later, Y/n walked out into the living room, having found her clothes from the night before and slipping them back on instead of wearing Chan’s shirt. 

     Both men looked over at her as she entered the room. “Damn,” Jisung commented as she walked over to the couch with her heels in her hand and bag hanging off her shoulder, “I'm shocked Chan didn't rip that last night.”

     “I think he planned on letting me go before I saw your gun and got involved in this.” Y/n took a seat and set her heels on the ground

     “So we can thank Ji for the reason you’re staying.” Minho joked

     “I’ll gladly take the praise for it,” Jisung smiled

     “What did Chan say about the arrangement?” Minho moved to sit on the coffee table in front of her

     “To me, it sounds like a sugar daddy, sugar baby situation. From what he explained, I’d be shared between all eight of you, and you all provide me with what I need. And he wants me to be an informant for you guys as well.” Y/n explained

     “Not much for me to explain there.” Minho shrugged, “None of it makes you uncomfortable? Being shared by eight criminals?” 

     “No. Not really.” Y/n shrugged

     Minho smiled. That was all he needed, “Shoes on kitten. We’ll take you to pack your things.”

     Minho got up from the table and headed towards the elevator. Y/n sighed and went to grab her heels to put the dreaded contraptions back on.

     “Let me,” Jisung stopped her and kneeled in front of her.

     “Thank you,” Y/n smiled as he grabbed slipped the shoes and strapped them on her ankles for her.

     “You’re welcome doll.” Jisung stood and offered his hand to her.

     Y/n gladly took it and Ji pulled her up off the couch, into him.

     “Hurry up!” Minho yelled from down the hall.

     Jisung rolled his eyes at his friend and pecked her cheek before leading her over to the elevator, hand on the small of her back. Minho pressed the button and eyed her in the dress as they waited for the elevator. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, letting the three inside.

     Minho pressed the button to head to the parking garage once they were all in. Jisung moved his hand to rest on her hip. Y/n figured Jisung was one of the ones Chan mentioned was clingier than the others. Not that she minded. 

     The ride was quiet and short. The doors open in the garage and the two men led her over to another blacked-out car. Minho opened the passenger door for Y/n and both helped her in. Y/n thanked them as Minho closed the door and went to the driver’s side while Jisung got in the back seat. 

     “Address?” Minho asked as he started the engine

     Y/n gave him the address to her now old home as he set it up on the GPS and took the car out of park and pulled out of the garage, slowly. Once they were on the street, the speed limit was merely a suggestion. 

     Minho's hand landed to rest on her thigh as they drove through the city to her old apartment. It honestly wasn’t super far from the penthouse so the drive was short. But speeding was rather fun. 

     Minho pulled up outside her building and let the two passengers out. Jisung got the door for Y/n and the two headed into her place while Minho parked the car. “Buildings kinda sketchy,” Jisung noted 

     “It was cheap and close to work for me,” Y/n said as she fished her keys from her bag.

     “You’re going to have to quit that job now too doll,” Jisung added

     “Oh, I already quit three days ago. The boss was an ass to all the female staff. I was looking for another actually,” Y/n got the apartment key out as they got to her place.

     “Well, we have perfect timing don’t we?” 

     Y/n smiled as she opened up the door and walked in with Jisung behind her. She set the keys down on the small table by the door as Ji closed the door behind them, leaving it unlocked for Minho. Y/n walked into the apartment and headed down the hall “Make yourself at home.” She called

     Jisung took a look around the living area as she packed her things. It was decorated rather nicely. Fake plants and a few photos around. Chan had mentioned to them that he didn’t think she was entirely in her right mind and the two friends were curious. Maybe they could figure her out a bit from her apartment.

     “This place is a piece of shit,” Minho said as he entered the unit.

     “You’re telling me,” Jisung had made his way into the kitchen and was snooping through drawers.

     “What are you doing?” Minho asked as he joined his friend.

     “Looking around.” Ji shrugged

     “I texted Felix on my way up. He’s gonna look into her a bit,” Minho stated in a quieter tone

     “This place doesn’t scream crazy.”     “Not one bit. But the lack of reactions earlier?”

     “It’s odd. Felix will find more than we can here honestly.”

     Minho agreed and stated he was going to go check on Y/n. Y/n was up in her room, having changed out of her dress and opted for more comfortable house clothes— a bit to Minho’s dismay. He watched from the doorway as she walked around the room grabbing, and folding clothes and packing them in her suitcase.

     “You gonna stand and stare or are you going to help?” Y/n asked as she glanced over at him.

     “Standing and staring seems like fun,” Minho smirked as he walked into her room and over to the bed, sitting down next to her open suitcase.

    Y/n rolled her eyes at him as she continued. Minho looked into the suitcase, it was mostly clothing so he got bored quickly. His head turned towards the bedside table. Curiosity killed the cat, right?

     He opened the drawer, a bit disappointed to find nothing in there. “other drawer,” Y/n smiled at him

     Minho smirked and closed the drawer and opened the one below it. Bingo. 

     “Since you’re there, do me a favor and pack them up for me.”

     Minho grabbed out a remote control vibrator. He glanced between her and it for a moment. Y/n didn't notice as she continued with her clothes. 

     He grabbed get waist and pulled her down onto his lap. Y/n let out a surprised squeak as her back hit his chest. 

     “Safe word?” Minho’s voice rang right next to her ear

     “Traffic system,” Y/n told him

     “Color?”

     “Green.”

     Minho bit her earlobe and chuckled. He trailed kisses down her neck, hands running up under her shirt, groping her breasts. Y/n just about melted into his touch. Glad she decided to say fuck it to a bra today. “Soft,” Minho chuckled against her skin as he groped her boobs. 

     “You two having fun in here?” Jisung asked from the door

     “Why don’t you come to help our kitten out, Ji,” Minho smirked as he looked up at his friend.

     The second male smiled and walked over to the two on the bed. Jisung grabbed her chin and tilted her head back a bit before bringing his lips down onto hers. Y/n moaned against Jisung’s soft lips as Minho’s hands kneaded her breasts and toyed with her nipples. The older one's lips left wet open mouth kisses against her skin. 

     Jisung’s tongue slipped past her lips, swirling and playing with hers. Y/n rolled her hips against Minho’s crotch— eliciting a moan from the man under her— as her hands sought Jisungs body, wanting them both as close as possible.  “Think our kitten needs to be played with a bit more, Ji,” Minho stated as he pulled his lips away from her neck.

     Jisung pulled his lips away from hers a smiled at his friend. “You don’t need all these clothes on, do you doll?” Jisung’s big round eyes looked into hers, her hand still holding her chin.

     “No sir.” Y/n groaned 

     “Ooh. Did you hear that Ji?” Minho teased, Y/n could hear him smirk and she saw the smirk appear on Jisung’s face, humming in response

     “Good girl.”

     Jisung squatted down and pulled off her leggings. Kissing the skin as it became exposed to them. Tossing the fabric to the side and bringing one leg over his shoulder and kissing her inner thigh. Minho was back to kissing along her neck, lightly biting the skin as Jisung kissed her clothed clit. Y/n let out a whine as her hips bucked forward, head falling back onto Minho’s shoulders. 

     Minho removed one hand from her breasts to grab her chin and make her look down at Jisung as he removed her panties. “Keep your eyes on Jisung.” Minho instructed, “Got it?”

     “Yes sir.” Y/n nodded as the fabric was taken off her legs and put to the side with her leggings.

     Jisung didn’t waste time licking a strip between her folds while Minho’s hands pulled her shirt up over her breasts, letting them be exposed to the cool air of her apartment. Jisungs lips wrapped around her clit, lightly sucking on the little bud. 

     Minho's hands came back onto her boobs and kneaded them once again like a cat. Lightly sucking hickeys onto her neck. Jisung’s hands held onto her thighs as he made out with her cunt. One of her hands gripping at Jisung’s hair and the other grabbing at Minhos groping her.

     A low whine escaped her from the stimulation. Jisung pulled away for a moment to look at her reaction. Smiling when he caught her eyes as she bit her lower lip, “Open up doll,” Ji instructed

     Y/n opened her mouth per his instructions only for two of his fingers to slip in. Her lips closed around his fingers and ran her tongue around the digits and sucked on them until he pulled them out. 

     Jisung licked up her juices that had accumulated before pushing his two fingers into her. Minho takes the chance to grab her face from under her chin as her head started falling back and kept her gaze down at the man finger fucking her and sucking on her clit. 

     Minhos hand snuck down to her neck and squeezed lightly. All the stimulation made her clench around Jisungs fingers and let out a strangled moan. Both men smirked to themselves. 

     Jisung sucked harder and curled his fingers into her walls. Minho groaned as she rocked slightly on his lap, her ass grinding against his half-hard cock. “Jisung making you feel good kitten?” Minho’s voice was right next to her ear and the tone made her clench her legs together around Jisung’s head as her back arched away from his chest.

     “Yes. Feel so good sir,” Y/n moaned before the not that had been building up in her lower belly finally slapped and she came on Jisung’s fingers.

     Jisung pulled his lips off her puffy clit as he fingered her through her orgasm before pulling them out of her. Minho grabbed his wrists and licked his friends’ fingers clean as Jisung licked Y/n clean from the remaining orgasm.

     Minho let her head fall onto his shoulder as he passed his friend the vibrator he had pulled out. Jisung pulled his clean fingers from his mouth and grabbed the toy. Neither of the men said anything as Minhos hands pulled her legs back open by her thighs and Jisung ran the toy through her wet folds and then slipped it in slowly. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n moaned as the two nestled the toy into before slipping her clothes back on. Jisung stood from his squatting position and pulled her in for another kiss before Minho did the same and helped her stand up and finish packing her things. 

     Both of them took turns throughout the packing turning on the vibrator and watching Y/n her stop when they turned it on. 

     Even when she finished and got everything down to the car, they still toyed with her. Jisung pulled her into the backseat with him as Minho drove them back to the apartment. Minho held the remote in one hand and kept one the wheel. He took his time getting back to the building. 

     Jisung kept a hand on her thigh, squeezing occasionally. Y/n laid her head on his shoulders and hid her face. 

     “What’s wrong doll?” Jisung asked as he rubbed her thigh

     “Close…” She whined

     Jisung smiled up at Minho through the mirror before the vibrator turned off, making her whine more.

     “How about you help Ji out back there kitten,” Minho suggested 

     Jisung kissed the side of her head as he unbuckled his belt. His erection was obvious in his slacks. Y/n helped him get his cock out of the slacks and pumped him a few times— even though he was painfully hard. 

     Jisung was average compared to Chan in honesty. He didn’t have his length or girth, but he did have a pretty cock. Y/n maneuvered the seat belt off her shoulder to lean down and kiss his leaky tip. 

     Jisung groaned as he held her neck as she slowly took him into her mouth. Watching the back of her head bob up and down while her hand pumped what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Tongue gliding across the veins on his cock. 

     Minho glanced at the scene from his mirror as he pulled down Serpent Road where their building sat. Jisung pushed his head up from her neck to grip the back of her head. Fingers gripping her hair and helping her at a faster pace. 

     Saliva dripped down his cock and onto her hand as Jisung started pistoning his hips up, the tip of his cock almost hitting the back of her throat. Y/n moaned around his length. Minho turned the vibrator back on when his friend started running his mouth, a signal that he was about to come. 

     Y/n screamed around his cock as her eyes started rolling back into her head from the pleasure again. Jisung kept her head still as he fucked up into her mouth. Cock twitched when she hallowed out her cheeks for him. He threw his head back into the headrest as he pushed down her throat and got ropes of come shot down her throat. 

     Minho pulled into their parking garage as Jisung came down from his high. Pulling Y/n off his softening cock and up to kiss her. Some of his cum still lingered in her mouth as his tongue snaked into her mouth. Not the least bit bothered with the come as he tasted it on the tip of his tongue and moaned into the kiss, pulling some of the seamen and saliva mixture into his mouth. 

     Holding her hips as she grinded against the leather seat. Minho pulled into a free spot and tuned the vibration up another level. Once turned the car off he pushed his seat back as far as he could as Jisung pulled away from Y/n’s lips. 

     “My turn kitten,” Minho smirked as she swallowed the rest of Jisungs come while unbuckling his belt. Y/n leaned over Jisungs lap to kiss the other man. Minho welcomed the kiss as Jisung unbuckled her seatbelt so she was more comfortable. 

     Minho pulled his own erection out and pumped himself as his tongue slipped into her mouth and he passed the toy remote to Jisung. The younger male accepted as Minho pulled her away from the kiss and guided her head down to his leaking cock. Y/n half laid over the center console of the car as he replaced Minho's hand with hers and her mouth. The male sat back and watched her take his cock down her throat, moaning along his length. 

     The position she was in gave Jisung a nice view of her ass. He smiled devilishly as he pulled her leggings and panties just enough to see the toy work her cunt and clit. He was surprised he hadn't soaked through her panties with how wet she was. 

     “Think our doll’s gonna come soon, Min,” Jisungs said as he pushed the toy in a bit more.

     Y/n moaned around Minho’s cock and clenched around the toy. Jisung watched as she came around the toy. Her head stopped moving and Minho took over and bobbed her head up and down, slightly fucking his hips up to meet her her mouth. Fucking her face until he felt himself on the edge and buried his cock down her throat, shooting his load into her throat.

     Minho pulled her off his cock and held the back of her neck. “Good job, kitten,” Minho smiled as Jisung turned the toy off and fixed her clothes and theirs.

     “Still with us doll?” Ji asked as they got her out of the car and he picked her up. A couple of their men coming out to collect her things to bring it up to her new home as the two other men headed up to her penthouse with her.

     “Mhm. Jus’ tired,” Y/n nodded as she laid against his chest.

     “Don’t fall asleep just yet kitten.” Minho leaned over and pet her hair, kissing her forehead

     Once they got into the apartment, Y/n took a look around the place. Bare enough to decorate it to her desires. This was her new life.

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reassurance

pairing: non-idol!lee know x gn!reader x non-idol!han [poly]

genre: comfort.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: stressed reader which leads to insecure reader. gentle loving minsung being a loving partner to reader <3 also food mentions + skinship + one tiny mention of minho chasing butts. reader is also not the nicest toward themself at times but its due to stress/internalized feelings :( usage of different terms of endearment throughout. reader cries at one part (also due to stress). not proofread in the slightest, sorry!

daisy’s notes: this ones for u, anon who wanted to see this !!! <3

Sometimes you were scared that Minho and Jisung loved each other more than they ever loved you. Which… was silly, right? You wouldn’t be dating both of them if they didn’t love you.

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🍓 Fields 🍓 | LMH

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains nsfw content as well as mentions of alcohol; minors please don’t interact, please beware of what you consume online.

Genre: College au, fluff, angst

Summary: He was madly in love, she just wanted to live in peace. What happens when one of the most popular guys in college falls in love with the dork who no one knows?

Word Count: 23.5k

Reading Time: approx 2hrs

Authors Note: In this fic I’m combining two of my favorite things in this world… soccer and leeknow ^•^ y’all should know that Im a hoe for romantic fics, so this was enjoyable to write even though it took me many sleepless nights to finish this. This is my first time writing such a long story, so hope you enjoy!!! <3

It was 3 am and you were already feeling today wasn’t going to be a good day. It all started when you abruptly woke up from what was supposed to be a 30-minute nap, just to look at the clock and realize it was 1:07 am… you overslept 6hrs since you got home.

All sweaty and thirsty, you brag yourself out of bed and opened the shower, while letting the cold water adjust to a warmer temperature you opened your Macbook to check what assignments you had to do for the day.

You internally cursed yourself as you blankly stared at the assignment, <what if I say my grandma died> you thought, as you tried to find a reasonable excuse to give your professor. You had no problem in speedrunning a few designs, however knowing your teacher you rather do nothing than give him some sloppy drawings <he is going to kill me> you cried <thats it, Im failing, im never graduating> as thoughts filled your head, you heard a notification pop in your phone, startling you.

Hello Cornell University!

Today we love to announce the beginning of autumn sports! Please join us tomorrow at the field for the first soccer game of the year!

Go Bears! 🐻❤️

You scoff at the notification. Since you moved for college, you didn’t take the time to make friends or meet any new people in general, you missed Korea and even though you were now at your dream college, you didn’t feel like you fit in here, the cultures were just too different and it made you feel off place, you didn’t like the people here, none of them seem to have manners or have some sense of respect towards others everyone was self-centered, the thing that made you scared to talk to others. You decided to go unnoticed and just stick to the friendships you had back in Korea. Although pulling up to the game and meeting a few people didn’t sound bad, you were a very passionate soccer fan, and meeting people with the same interest sounded exciting.

— — —

It was now 6 am, you had your first class at 8:45 am, and you finished doing your designs although they weren’t your best you were proud of how decent they looked, you grabbed the pieces of paper and placed them carefully into your folder trying to keep them at neat as possible, you thought of making yourself a cup of coffee, however, you decided to take a nap before your class started.

The way the sun rays gently touched your face and the birds sang beautiful background melodies was a warning that you were late to class. Eyes fully opening in panic when you read on the clock that it was now 8:28 am, you had about 12min to get to your class, quickly putting on a denim skirt, some Adidas forum, and a cute top, you rushed to grab your bag and left the dorm running. While running through the now-empty hallways with a piece of bread in your mouth, you brushed your hair and sprayed some perfume on yourself, trying to get yourself as decent as possible. As you were about to turn a corner you crashed with a firm body on the other side, making you stumble and crash yourself onto the floor.

Ashamed of yourself you just stood up and continued running, giving you the curiosity to know who that was and what they said while you left running. Luckily you made it to your class, maybe 5 or 8 minutes late but your teacher was the type to give you a few minutes to settle before he started his lesson in the morning. The class was going by pretty fast you were already in your 3rd period of the day, you went to your architecture class and your professor was impressed with your designs, you explained to him that you rushed through them, however, he seemed to have taken it in a good way.

"It’s ok y/n, I just graduate from college as well, I'm also a victim of procrastination" he whispered as he left a breathy chuckle, in that moment you realized Mr. Hyunjin and you had an age gap of 4 yrs, you two were pretty much alike, if he was your classmate he would be your best friend. At that moment you wondered how he got his teaching degree that fast "However, please do your drawings in time, although this is amazing I can see some of the lines are a little sloppy" he grinned at you as he handed back your drawings "I will Mr. Hawng" you grabbed your stuff; as you were about to leave when he stopped you once again in your tracks "Y/n, you should go to the soccer game today, its a big event and I have noticed you haven’t adapted yet to the environment" you slowly nodded as you gave him a small grin "I will think about it".

You thought of the proposal as you walked to your engineering class, everyone was talking about the game, was our team that good or was it just full of pretty faces and popular boys? Guess we will have to find out at the game. Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted when someone decided to sit next to you, you usually sit alone in this class so you would lie if you said you didn’t feel nervous "Look its miss hit and run" You blink confused a couple of times as you stare at the brunette boy sitting next to you, his cat-like eyes, sharp nose, and plump lips made your heart skip a beat <Is this man-made by the greek god's wtf> he scoffed as you didn’t say anything back at him "thanks to you I was late to my morning class" he rolled his eyes, you could feel your cheeks turning bright red at the embarrassment "I’m so sorry, I was running late to my class" you mumbled as you tried to hide your face in between your books, he scoffed once again. The rest of the class was spent in uncomfortable silence, both of you were working on whatever assignment the professor assigned, however, you couldn't ignore the glances he would give you from time to time.

The bell rang and you tried to leave as soon as possible, quickly packing up your stuff "Do you have Instagram?" he asked before you could get up, he wants your insta? hell no... no one from here followed you and honestly you didn't want them to find your user either "I don't use social media, sorry" With that you left as fast as you could, to you those words meant nothing, for Minho that was like a dagger stabbing his heart, he knew you used Instagram he saw you on the app during the class, that's why he went for it and asked you, second, you have no idea how much courage it took him to ask for it. Minho is not the type of guy to be nervous around a girl however with you… it felt different.

— — —

Once school was over, you went to the nearest Starbucks and got yourself your favorite refresher, however, you couldn't help to ignore the group of girls in there, they clearly went to Cornell as they proudly wore the red hoodie with the mascot on it, they were probably going to the game, however, they seemed to be talking about you "She is the girl I saw Minho with today at class" a blond girl whispered with a tone of disgust "What are the chances of Minho fucking her?" a brunette girl replied, making one of the girls hysterically laugh "Girls lets be for real, look at her and now look at me" She paused as they examined you "You think Minho would downgrade that bad" she said in a sassy tone "hmm I dunno Vanessa... she is pretty solid, and definitely top of my class" the blond girl was quickly hushed as she saw the glare of her friend "Angie if you don't learn how to shut the fuck up, I will kick your ass" <Lord please get me out of here> you thought, as the girls kept gossiping behind you, you don't know what the deal with Minho is, but you definitely didn't want to do something with him, he just sat next to you for a class and now you got people gossiping about you? worse to say, they thought you two fucking? "Y/N" the Starbucks employee yelled, taking you out of your thoughts, you grabbed your drink and left, noticing how that little friend group looked at you up and down, maybe today was a bad day to wear a denim skirt, people will think you a hooker or something. "y/n... so that's her name," Vanessa said under her breath as she watched you walk away.

On your way home you couldn't forget the interaction at Starbucks and wonder who were these girls and why were they targeting you, knowing that you were a topic of conversation at the moment made you sick to your stomach. As you pass by the campus you can hear all the cheering and music coming from the field, tempting you to take a small peak at the game. When you got closer you hid somewhere in between the bleachers and watched, what felt like 10 minutes turned into watching the whole game, but what can you say both teams were competitive and it felt like watching a world cup final. People started to leave and you decided to wait for all of them to leave, you wanted to wander around the field once everyone left. Minutes pass and it was starting to get dark, the field seemed to be now empty so you left your hiding spot and walked around it while listening to "Good Days" by sza. The music instrumental combined with the beautiful scenery of the field with the vanishing sunset gave you a feeling of euphoria, captured by the scene as you stare at it mesmerized, you didn't acknowledge the presence approaching you.

"Fancy meeting you here" Startled by the sudden voice, your instinct was to throw hands, quickly throwing the refresher you had in your hand with half its content in it. The juice splashed all over the boy's face, leaving him with shock showing in his face. "I- I'm sorry," you stare at him scared "I swear I didn't mean to, you just appeared and..." You were quickly hushed as he opened his eyes, looking at you with pure anger "You just dirtied my shirt" he said in annoyment "I have another game tomorrow" he sighed in frustration "Give it to me, I have a washing machine and a dryer at my dorm, let me wash it for you" your voice stuttering here and there, unlike you Minho was enjoying this, seeing the way your eyes trembled and the way you tried to collect yourself to solve this more professionally "Ok, then..." he paused as he was about to take his shirt right there "WAIT" you stop him, your hands grabbing his forearms as you pulled them down with the shirt "Don't take your shirt here" you flustered "Just follow me to my dorm, it will take 30 minutes max and you can clean yourself" you suggested, you just wanted to be done with the shirt incident and never seen him ever again.

— — —

The walk to your apartment had to be the most awkward moment of your whole life. Once the two of you reached your door, you realized the type of person you were dealing with "Hope your roommate doesn't get the wrong idea when I get in" he said in a rather suggestive tone while he glare at you with a smirk, you sighed "I don't have a roommate, I rather live alone in silence" you said annoyed opening the door, making him chuckle "That's some valuable information right there" he said as he closed the door and quickly took his shirt off "where is your bathroom, so I can take a quick bath" you turn around to give him the directions when you were surprised with his honey-toned chest and flat stomach <Lord almighty> it seemed that after all you were right when you said he was built by the greek gods, however, you knew the game he was playing and you were def not forming part of it, so you shook all those thoughts away and took him to your bathroom, where you also explained to give how the washing machine worked and with that, you left him in there.

Now in your mind, you were recreating every single moment of your day. First, you crash into someone this morning, that someone being Minho, one of the most handsome guys you have ever seen, captain of the soccer team, popular and most likely a fuck boy based on the gossip of those girls at Starbucks, and now he is in your house... taking a bath... things can't get any worse at that moment if you told your friends they would swear you are creating some type of kdrama shit in your little delusional head, however, all this was real... which made you sick.

You stood up from your couch with a sigh, deciding to switch to more comfortable clothes and start your assignments, while you waited for Minho to leave. Going to your room you picked up a pink spaghetti strap tank top and your favorite silk white shorts accompanying it with fluffy socks and your pink slide slipper, then you left the room and made your way to the kitchen, reheating some leftover Gimbap from the previous night.

"Ahhh~" Minho teases "So this is what it would feel like dating you, taking a shower after a rough day, to find you in your little pajamas warming up some food for us" At that moment you couldn't focus on his words, as he was getting closer to you with his wet brunette hair and wearing nothing but a towel... YOUR TOWEL... Once he was a couple of inches apart from you, you looked into his eyes and started laughing, at that moment you didn't know if you were laughing at his words, at the whole situation, or out of nervousness.

"And here I thought I was delusional" you chuckle relaxing "Also what are you doing with MY towel" You emphasize the word as he looks down to stare at it "I gave you another one, you were supposed to use that one... not mine," you say in frustration, now you will have to wash it, the water bill was looking crazy at that moment "I liked the texture of this one better, plus I also liked the scent" you scoff at his words and took your food out of the microwave "Whatever, just dress up and leave my house," you said as you pushed him away of your way and sat on your comfy couch, placing your food on the coffee table and picking up the tv remote "So you are just going to let me go like that?" he said with a dumbfounded face, you look at him confused "ermm... yeah? you are only here cause I spilled my drink on you, don't abuse the invite, I could have hit and run like I did this morning" you said as you blankly passed the channels on the tv.

He scoffed, at that moment he didn't know why he felt disappointed, as if he was hoping for more, for you to invite him and have a bite of your food, an invite to sit there with you and watched whatever shitty show you were watching, he walked to the bathroom and took his cloths out of the dryer, he dressed up and even though he was ready, he didn't want to leave that bathroom cause that meant leaving your house.

The reality was that he had been liking you since freshmen year, the moment he saw you at the welcoming party was like you caught his mind, since then he's been in denial of accepting his crush on you. He knew you were shy and that you were good at drawing, he always paid attention to every little single detail of you, he would often find himself looking for you in crowded places knowing that you hated them, he hated every single thing about being in love with you, yet he always craved being loved by you; in the inside, he wanted to worship you, have you in his arms every morning, cook your favorite meals, go on silly dates with you... he would party and fuck around to see if you would leave his mind someday... yet he was never lucky, the only thing that would clear his mind was soccer, he loved the adrenaline, the intensity, and the beauty of the sport, in his head he would often compare his love for soccer with his love for you, the only difference was that one was more realistic than the other.

When he caught you today mesmerized with the field, he felt like you stole his heart for a second time, the way your eyes shined under the sunset, the way the breeze moved your hair, and the way your smile brought warmth to his heart, he felt like it was the day to do something about it, get closer to you. The moment you offered him to come to your dorm, his heart was beating so fast, he has never been this nervous before, and yes maybe he has been in a bunch of girl's dorms before but for some reason, yours just felt special.

He stepped out of the bathroom with a heavy heart, ready to say his goodbyes and leave your life for once, however, he didn't expect to find you knocked out on the couch, the sight of you sleeping peacefully made his heart skip a beat, making him mad at himself for being this down bad. He slowly walked to your sleepy figure, he grabbed a fluffy blanket you had on the couch and wrapped it around you. The next thing he remembers he was on his knees analyzing your face, he has never been this close, and the temptation to kiss your plump lips was bigger than anything, however, he held himself and instead planted a sweet peck on your cheek, with a smile on his face he made sure to leave quietly.

— — —

The next morning you slowly opened your eyes and sat on the couch, you blink a couple of times trying to remember what happened last night, the tv was off and you had a blanket on top of you... <When did Minho leave?> You ask yourself, due to the tiredness you don't remember a single thing. It was a Friday morning, and you had no plans for the rest of the day as you didn't have any lectures till the afternoon, however, you hated staying at your dorm the whole day so you decided to get ready and go for a refresher and then to the library. Today you decided to go with a simple purple sundress and your white Converse accompanied with a white tote bag.

You would lie if you said you didn't feel self-aware the moment you walked through the campus, a bunch of eyes staring at you, confused you tried asking someone around you what was going on, however, you were too scared to approach someone.

"So are you the girl Lee Minho was lucky to pull or is he just a pass time?" a girl with blond hair and lovely eyes said as she approached you "Excuse me?" you raised an eyebrow "I'm sorry, it's just that rumor is spreading like a wildfire" she chuckled while she gave you a warming smile "I'm rosé" she extended a hand in front of you "I'm y/n" you shook her hand while smiling "ermm do you mind telling me what this rumor is about? I'm really confused" she chuckled "Of course, let's go get something to drink first" she smiled grabbing your hand.

"So there is this girl Vanessa and her group of minions," she said while she proceed to take a sip of her drink "She is Minho's ex, however, she seems to not let him go" She paused "He dated her out of pity, she would always go around bugging him all day until he gave in, they broke up because she got jealous of the female soccer managers and threw a fit that expelled Minho from soccer finals... They still hook up from time to time when Minho loses his mind with the alcohol" She rolled her eyes and laughed "And about your rumor..." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and opened Twitter to show you a thread made by Angie one of Vanessa's minions.

"Angie saw you and Minho together after the game... she also saw how he was about to take off his shirt right there" She cringed as she showed you the video Angie took from a long distance... at that moment you could understand the rumor as in all honesty, it did seem like you two were about to hook up.

"That's a misunderstanding, he scared me so I threw my drink at him..." you mumbled, "Well... it doesn't end like this..." She then pulled a second video of you two walking to your dorm at night <Oh Jesus... People think we fucked> your eyes opened in panic... you went from no one to a hot topic in two days... "Yeah... but don't worry, Minho always handles these types of rumors" She reassured you "He is my brother's best friend, so I know what happened" She caressed your arm to ease your nerves "Thank you rosé" You smile "Don't worry I got you, also you can call me Rosie" She grinned at you, her pearly white teeth showing, she was truly gorgeous.

"Do you mind who is your brother, I have never seen you around... but that might just be cause I don't know anyone here" You took a sip of your refresher "My brother is Lee Felix, we like inseparable" You could tell she admired her brother by the way her eyes light talking about him "We have seen you around, but girl you are unreachable, matter many people have been trying to approach you, but everyone is intimidated by you" She laughed.

"That's why everyone calling Minho a lucky bitch, you have no idea how many people would kill for you" When you heard those words your mind went blank... do people think that about you? at that moment you felt mad at yourself for isolating yourself when you could be out there having fun with new people. "There's gonna be a party tomorrow night, be there or be square," The blond girl said as she stared at you with lovely eyes, after that you two talked until you had to leave for your class, today you could say you made your first friend ever.

— — —

It was around 8 pm that same Friday when you spotted Minho, peacefully walking with his headphones on, you slowly approached him to confront him about the rumor "Hey" you touched his shoulder giving him a warm smile, he froze at your sudden apparition "Miss me already?" he said with a smug face "No, I want to talk about the rumor... I talked with this girl Rosé and she told me you usually deny these rumors so-" You were interrupted when he started laughing "Why would I deny it? it's just an innocent rumor we both know it's not real and that should be enough" You couldn't believe your eyes at that moment, the audacity he had to say he wouldn't do it... that was an innocent rumor, you scoff "I'm sorry... innocent rumor? People out there think we fucked" you scoff once again "Ok and? what's the big deal if you know it's not true" his body stiffed as he stood straight glaring down at you.

"You don't know how it feels walking into a place and having a bunch of people talking behind your back? calling you a whore, a pass time?" you crossed your arms and looked around trying to remain calm.

"Knowing Im the hot topic of the day because of you makes me sick" your tone raising without you noticing "You are making a big deal out of nothing y/n" It was Minho's turn to raise his voice, he was about to say something when he got interrupted. "Y/n everything alright?" you turn to see Mr. Hwang "Oh Mr. Hwang" you nervously laughed "Everything alright, thanks for asking" he gave you a charming smile making Minho want to puke right there "I wanted to talk to you about something, do you have a minute? he asked ignoring Minho, which pissed him off even more "yeah sure" you smiled "Let's go to my classroom then," he said and you obediently followed him completely forgetting about Minho. He stood there, body burning in jealousy.

Minho needed to clear his mind, he didn't want anger to control his feelings, but every time he remembered the way that guy talked to you and even the way he looked at you, made him wanna punch his guts, he knew you weren't his but he wanted you all to himself and that's how he ended up in the soccer field kicking the ball as hard as he could and running as fast as he could until his legs gave up.

The roller coaster of emotions drove him insane as he ran behind the ball, thinking that you might like that guy was his final stroke as his legs gave up and he landed on the soft grass of the field, tears rolling down his eyes as he couldn't understand why he felt this way towards someone he barely knew. After he lay on the grass blankly staring at the stars for like an hour he decided to try and let you go, he grabbed his phone and Tweeted that the rumor was fake and to leave you alone, he threw his phone beside him and closed his eyes.

— — —

The next day you noticed Minho publicly denied the rumor, you felt so grateful to him, a warm smile adorning your face, and you kept it a mental note that you would thank him if you saw him.

The party was today and you doubted if you should go or not but after talking with your best friend Eunchae, she convinced you to go and that's how you find yourself wearing a silk black dress with a slit and your favorite heels, for the jewelry you went with a pearl necklace and long gold earrings and for makeup you went with something natural but cute, once your hair was done you grabbed a small bag and left your dorm.

At the party you meet up with Rosé, who you quickly lost as she joined her brother and a couple of other friends, they all disappeared into the crowded place filled with warm bodies, you weren't ready for all the chaos yet; so you made your way to the bar to get a few drinks and maybe lose up enough to start dancing with people, you were feeling yourself for the first time in years, you never thought you would enjoy this; but at that moment you felt that enjoy was not enough to describe how much you were loving this party.

The taste of the bitter alcoholic drink you were consuming plus the music and neon lights of the club made you feel as if everything was in slow motion, maybe the vodka of your drink had finally begun to hit, and you could also feel the temperature of your body rising, your eyes moving in all directions inspecting the people in the room; that's when you spot him.

Lee Minho, wearing an all-black outfit, his shirt was tight enough to give his body justice, plus it had a zipper he kept half opened exposing a bit of his chest, you could see the way girls drool over him and to think you got to see more than that the day he went to your apartment.

His brunette hair and plump lips, for some reason today you felt tempted by them for the first time, the way his cat-like eyes shined under the neon lights... yeah you acknowledge he was handsome, made by the Greek Gods as you would say, however, you were never captive by his charms like today... was it the alcohol? was it because of your previous interactions? You don't know what possessed you to stand up from your seat and made your way towards him.

Once he spot you the smile he had on his face faded away, at that moment you felt he didn't want you there but the way he looked at you gave you a hint that he wanted you there more than anyone. You smiled before approaching him, a giggle escaping your soft lips "I saw that you denied the rumors..." you trace as you study his face "Thank you" you finally said after a pause. At that moment you could see how Minho's body language changed, he went from relaxed to stiff in a matter of seconds "No problem" he said with no expression at all.

This was the first time you saw him this cold towards you, you couldn't quite decipher what was wrong so to lift the mood you grabbed his hand and brag him with you towards the dancing floor "y/n what are you doing" he said as he quickly walked behind you, At this moment he could feel the warmth of your hand touching his, everything was moving in slow motion for him, he was going to treasure this memory forever.

"I don't want to dance alone... I'm shy but with you, I feel like I can be myself" You grin at him as you glare at his deep brown eyes, if this was some kdrama Minho would have kissed you by now... he didn't know how much he would last this "cold treatment" act he was trying to play on you.

"I thought you didn't like our dating allegations, this will just add fuel to them" he scoffs rolling his eyes "Come on... you are Lee Minho" You emphasize his name "Do you really care about those rumors?" he didn't say anything, the tension was increasing creating an uncomfortable environment between the two of you; but you are y/n and you won't give up easily.

Die for you by the weekend started playing and you decided to screw it and let the music guide your body. Minho just stood there watching the way your hips moved to the rhythm of the song, the way you would throw your head back exposing your cleavage, he felt like you were inducing him, putting a spell under him, the way you smiled as you were having fun... he was falling for your act.

Once the music changed he realized he was hypnotized by you the whole time, but what made his blood boil is that he wasn't the only one as he spot more than a few staring at your body, at that moment out of instinct he placed a hand on your waist and pulled you closer to his body, the contact and the warmth of his chest against yours made your stomach tingle.

A few minutes passed and he had his neck in the crook of your neck as you both danced carefreely, he would constantly pull your dress down as it kept rolling up from all the grinding and movement.

Both of your hearts pounded excitedly there was something about this moment that felt special like it was meant to be, however, you were starting to get tired as you weren't feeling the music with the same energy you started. You gently pushed Minho away thank him for the time and left to sit somewhere in the club.

Minho's heartache as you left him, he wished he could stop time so he could enjoy more of your warmth, but he couldn't do anything and he knew it, you didn't belong to him and that's why he let you go.. he stood there watching your figure disappear between the rest of the bodies "HEY MINNIE" a voice squeaked behind him and he knew exactly who it belonged to as the girl hugged his arm... it was going to be a long night for Minho.

It was around 2 am and the party continued, you were pretty tired your social battery drained hours ago, you sat at one of the chairs at the bar and scrolled through your social media, waiting for Rosé to be done so you both could call for an Uber.

"Hey pretty" You look up to see an unfamiliar face, the man was really good looking and you could tell he had more than a couple of drinks by the way he would hiccup from time to time, by his body language you knew he wanted to hit on you and that he was rather desperate, making you uncomfortable.

"Hey" you tried to be friendly either way "You are y/n right, I’m Jake, I think you are really cute" he got closer placing a hand behind your back, at this moment you panicked you had no way of escaping his grip and it was making you feel uncomfortable, also with all the drinks you had you were feeling tired "Thank you so much and nice to meet you, but I gotta go" you nervously chuckled trying to push him away.

"Come on baby… don’t leave without giving me a kiss" With that he leaned dangerously close to your face trying to steal a kiss away from you when he abruptly got pushed away, startle you looked behind to see a rather pissed off Minho "Leave her alone" he hissed at him and grabbed your hand, quickly walking you to the exit "Wait… Minho, I need to wait for Rosé," you said mumbling "Don’t worry, Felix got her" you relax knowing that she was safe with her brother.

— — —

The walk to your apartment was rather comforting than you expected, you thought the walk would be awkward like last time and filled with silence, however, you didn’t expect Minho to be the type of guy that’s easy to talk to… well what did you expect he pretty popular for a reason.

Maybe was the alcohol lingering in the air or the impulsive thought to let him inside and see what would happen, but you never expected that after the first encounter, you would let him into your apartment again.

"It’s pretty late…" you trace looking into his dark eyes "The college staff might give you a warning if they find you" Although you tried to sound as stable as possible your voice started cracking as you finished your sentence.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, however, he quickly stopped in his tracks and slightly smirked "Sure" he smiled as he stepped inside the dorm and took his shoes off.

"I’m pretty tired so I’m going to change into something more comfortable," you said as you dropped your bag in the living room "Make yourself home, I will try to see if I can find something comfortable for you to wear" he looked at you as you walked around the dorm, all he could think of is how close he was but so far at the same time.

"Don’t" he quickly regretted saying that when you turned around to look at him confused "You don’t want comfy cloth?" you questioned, his cheeks lightly blushing… gosh is it the alcohol? he was going to make a mental note to never drink near you ever again "No… no… that’s not what I mean…" he traces shyly, you laugh at seeing him in this condition, where was the snarky, confident man you knew?

"Your dress" he spoke again after collecting himself "You look really pretty in it…" he paused walking closer to you with a smirk and dark eyes "Please don’t take it off yet" his hand moved closer to your face to readjust your bangs.

Once again you don’t know if it was the alcohol or the sinful thoughts you been having about him, but the urge to kiss him was unstoppable.

The way he looked at your lips with those dreamy eyes, with a soft hand resting on your cheek… everything at that moment felt perfect but you just met him a couple of days ago, that made you uneasy, but as your faces got closer and closer by the seconds you couldn’t help but let it happen; you closed your eyes in anticipation but then you came to the realization, that you are not about to kiss with the love of your life, this is Lee Minho… one of the biggest fuck boys in your college… is it worth it risking a night with him and then be the topic of conversation the next day?

You quickly moved your head to the side of his neck "Woah that tequila got me messed up" you laugh awkwardly as you backed away "Maybe on another occasion you get to see me with another pretty dress" You winked and went inside your room as quickly as possible.

Minho was left dumbfounded in the middle of your living room, he cursed himself for being too obvious and too desperate… he was scared you knew his true feelings, however, he is not the type of guy to stress over a crush so he shook his thoughts away and decided to wait for you in the living room while he watched something on the tv.

"Fuck" you mumbled as you struggled to zip your dress off, you had no trouble putting it on, but it seemed like the zipper got stuck on the fabric at some point, you walked around the room questioning what to do <C’mon y/n… you live alone if he wasn’t here what would you do…> stress quickly overtook you as you got more and more desperate trying to get rid of the dress <I guess I could cut it> you thought as you spotted a pair of scissors in your table <But its channel… I went on bankrupt to get it> you cried internally <They better make better quality zippers next time> you sigh in defeat.

Shyly you walk over to your door, the faint sound of the tv getting louder as you are slightly open the door "Ermmm Minho" you said quietly in a whisper, surprisingly that was loud enough to get his attention "Yeah" he said his gaze not leaving the screen in front of him "I need your help" this time he turned around with a confused look "The zipper is stuck… can you help me?" you said sounding defeated.

He hummed in agreement scared that if he used his words he would make his excitement obvious, you grabbed his hand and led him into your room, it was the first time he ever saw it, the scent of lavender and vanilla that surround your room smelled just like you, he studied the room spotting a bunch of books all over the floor.

"Don't mind the mess" you say "I have been busy with work" You sigh as your turn your back and moved your hair exposing the zipper of your dress "Don't worry about it, out of all the girl's rooms I have been, yours is the most exciting to be in" he mumbled as he focused on zipping the dress down; you blushed at his comment although you try to not mind it.

"Really? Usually, boys like it when a girl's room is clean," you said as you hold your dress by the chest so you don't flash him, he hummed at your response "A clean room doesn't tell much about you... a messy room feels more intimate," he said looking at the surroundings "by the bunch of books in the floor I can tell you use them often" he paused scanning the room one more time "And..." you could feel the tone in his voice change to a teasing one "by the panties laying on the floor" you look to see where he was pointing at "I can tell you left in a rush that you couldn't pick them up"

Your eyes widen in embarrassment and you could feel your cheeks burn "MINHO" you squealed hitting his chest, Minho chuckled treasuring the moment, everything about this felt intimate, helping you with the zipper, being in your messy room, the way you turned bright red out of embarrassment, he wanted this to turn part of his daily routine and maybe it was because of the alcohol or because of the euphoria of the moment but he wished he could just throw you on the bed and worship you in every single way, however, he shoved his thoughts aside and continued helping you.

He placed a hand on your bare shoulder, and his warm palm sent chills down your spine "Hmmm" he furrowed his eyes and tighten his grip on your shoulder "You weren’t joking when you said it was stuck" he scratched his neck trying to think of a way to get it out "Oh c’mon, you are a man it shouldn’t be hard for you" you spat, desperation getting the best of you.

An airy chuckle left his lips ticking your neck "Now that was a little sexist coming from you princess" you scoff at the pet name his been giving you "Just please take it off, I'm getting hot" you cried "Alright, but don’t blame me if it breaks" he raised his hand before readjusting his position to zip the zipper down.

After what seemed 2 minutes of struggle, he pulled the zipper as hard as he could, not realizing the brute force he used; the zipper snatched in less than a second, your dress falling to your ankles as fast as the light; both of your bodies tensed, you because you realize you wore your black lace undies just in case you brought someone home, on the other hand, Minho tensed as he realizes he messed up and that you were wearing no bra.

"I-" he paused trying to collect himself "I’m sorry" he almost screamed as he threw a pillow at you and turned to look away, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the situation, if this would have happened while you were sober it would’ve been a different story, however, the alcohol roaming around your blood made you feel more carefree "YAHH" you screamed in between laughs "You are the one who ripped my dress off, I should be the one throwing pillows at you" you grabbed the dress from the floor to cover yourself and picked up the pillow he threw at you and started attacking him with it.

The room was filled with giggles and pillow feathers as you randomly started a pillow fight. During one of your attacks, Minho was quick enough to turn you around so you would be under him, the sweat forming on his forehead and the dim lights of your apartment made it a delightful sight.

"What? Already falling for me" he smirked as he got slightly closer to your face testing the waters, you scoff and smiled back hanging your hands behind his neck "You wish" You moved one of your hands to his face and traced his features like if he was some type of sculpture "However…" you quickly stopped yourself from continuing before you made a mistake "However?" he whispered as his eyes looked from your eyes to your lips back to your eyes, one of the hands that was resting besides your face moved to grab the side of your waist and slightly massage it.

You parted your lips contemplating if the words that were about to come out of your mouth would be worth it "fuck it" you mumbled as you closed the gap and gently kissed his lips.

You can’t describe the feeling of his lips on yours… they are soft… really soft and warm, it felt like you were on cloud 9, as your lips parted a faint moan left his lips in complaint "I wanna taste you" you whispered in his ear, his eyes quickly turned dark in lust and the smirk planted on his face could only describe his satisfaction at that moment.

Were you going to regret it tomorrow when you were completely sober with a hangover? yes… definitely but it's Lee Minho when do you get the chance to get laid by such a man? FUCK IT.

Once again you pushed him down your lips, this time the kiss being rough and desperate, moans leaving in between kisses "You don’t know the mistake you are doing" he mumbles in between the kiss, you parted your lips to look into his eyes and smile at him innocently "I know what I'm doing" you took your arms off his neck and move them to reveal a little bit of your cleavage.

You were teasing him and he knew, the bulge on his pants being an indicator he was enjoying it "fuck" with no warning he grabbed your hands and placed them on top of your head, one of his hands grabbing them down while the other stopped him from crushing you, his lips went back to yours, his tongue dancing along with yours, bitting your lips here and there, you spread your legs unconsciously making him smirk as he placed his leg in between your thighs and pressed into your panties, which by the second were getting wetter and wetter.

You swore you could get drunk on the wet kisses he was leaving all around your neck and cleavage, they were so addictive and the way he would force you to make eye contact or else he would stop had you on the edge. He made his way to your ear and bit it while you tried your best to not grind on his leg.

"You are getting too desperate princess" he whispered while gently caressing your wrists his been holding this whole time, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips "It’s time to stop" your eyes widen at his words… stop?! does he really want to stop??? did you do something wrong…

"Why?" You questioned as he was getting up "D-did I do something wrong" The panic in your tone scared him "No princess, of course not" he said while he hugged you and caressed your hair "I don’t get it.." you trace trying to hold back your tears from embarrassment "You are drunk… we are both drunk… I don’t want to take advantage of the situation" you pulled away from the hug and look into his eyes trying to see if he was joking, but to your surprise he wasn’t, he was straight up serious <A fuck boy who doesn’t want to fuck> you thought as he grabbed your hand "You should go to bed, it's pretty late princess" he stood up and guided you to your bed, he planted a kiss on your forehead before leaving "Sweet dreams princess, don’t forget to include me in them" he chuckled as he closed the door and left you with no words in your bed.

— — —

Two months passed and you and Minho became really good friends, both of you seemed to collectively agree to never talked about that night ever again; although there was some tension lingering between the two of you, you decided to ignore it, mostly because Vanessa has been sending you threatening notes from time to time; she believes you have no clue who those notes come from but it couldn’t be more obvious; the situation was more annoying than scary.

Another reason why you and Minho kept things as they are is because of soccer, he is busy with practice you barely see him, and only during your engineering class and parties rosé makes you tag along.

You have also been busy with your self-development or that's what you call it. You have made a bunch of new friends, mostly thanks to Hyunjin, he is supposed to be your professor but you truly appreciate the soft spot he has for you "I have been in your place" he told you once when he invited you for a quick treat, since that day you understood that he is helping you do things he wished he did during his college career.

So far you are loving the new version of yourself and you rather focus on yourself than on anything else.

— — —

"YAH MINHO" you squealed as you land harshly on the soft grass. It’s been a week since Minho begged you to join him at one of his soccer practices.

You scoffed as he screamed at the tv "This players are ass, I could beat them any day" You shoot at him but quickly regretted your words as he gave you a death glare "Don’t you dare insult my idols like that, I bet your ass won’t last a minute in a game or worse a second at a practice" you took that as a challenge, one that you regretted the day after; since then his been bugging you around with it so you finally cave in.

"Told you" he continued to laugh historically "You are too pretty to last a minute in a soccer practice" he smirked while he walked to you to help you.

You roll your eyes at his words and stood up yourself, rejecting his help, you walked towards your backpack "Woahh quitting already" You could feel the quirkiness in his tone as he followed behind you.

"You wish, Im just getting started" You took a ponytail out of your bag and turned around to face him while you do a medium ponytail.

Minho has been trying to hide his feelings for you, but it's the bare minimum you do that gets him flustered, the way your soft hair moves as you tie it and little details in your face like the mole in your bottom lip that makes him wanna kiss every single inch of you.

A loud smack is what snatched him out of his thoughts, he looks at you blankly while caressing his cheek "What the actual fuck y/n" he says in amusement which you only blink innocently in return.

"I asked you something and you never replied so I found out a good smack would kick you back to your senses" You smiled as he looked at you offended.

"I would beat your ass right now but that’s something I’m saving for another occasion" You could sense the double meaning behind his words but you shrugged it off "Other occasions will it be" you chuckled "Anyway back to what I was saying" you roll your eyes knowing he didn’t hear a word of what you were saying.

"Why do women's sports shorts have to be shorter than men’s sports shorts" You looked down at your legs "You are wearing Nike Pros, those are supposed to make you feel comfortable while moving" you scoff "Comfortable?!?!" you paused to look at him in disbelief.

"How am I supposed to feel comfortable when I feel my ass is bare naked" Out of instinct Minho tilted his head to check you out, making you hit his chest "YAH LEE MINHO" You gave him a death glare as he swung his hand in the air in defense.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to my body just moved," he said in panic, his ear turning in a faint shade of red "Whatever let's just start this practice" You pushed him and walked towards the center of the field.

After the hours passed you felt how your body was dragging you down to the grass, the cold and soft grass touching your skin, sweat dripping down your face as you tried to control your heavy breath.

The feeling of the cold breeze touching your body and the sight of a sky covered with stars felt so euphoric, a moment you wished to be trapped in. It was a feeling you haven’t experienced before, you were used to exercising but this felt different; it felt comforting… safe.

"This is a vulnerable moment for a soccer player" Minho whispered next to you, trying not to ruin your moment.

You turn your face to see him, his sharp features being hit by the soft moonlight, breeze moving his hair lightly "Tell me more" you whispered back.

Even though Minho couldn’t see your face he knew you were smiling, he could feel it in your tone "Once your legs give up to the point your body brags you down to the grass" he trails, debating whether he should turn his face to face you "That’s when you know, you did your best, that's the moment you realize you can rest from all your hard work, it’s like a prize you know?" He turns to face you, your eyes were wide looking at him, he could see the shine of the stars in them.

"A prize" you raise an eyebrow "But what if I feel like I didn’t do my best?" he chuckles "It’s a prize because it's a feeling that lets you clear your mind, you may lay down in the grass feeling like a piece of shit but when you get up, you feel like you can rule the world" he chuckles when he sees your face even more confused "Forget it, you won’t get it," he said as he sat down.

"This is going to sound crazy but I think I do" You copy his movements and sat "It’s weird but I feel refreshed…" you mumbled as you stare at the stars.

As you both stay there in awe a shooting star flew across the sky "Woah" you both said in synchronization, turning to face each other and laughing "Make a wish" he said as he went back to stare at the stars "You should make one too" you closed your eyes to make your wish "I already did" he mumbled as he stared at you.

To this day he hates himself for loving you the way he does. After that night at your apartment, he tried to distance himself, he wanted to take things slow, he wanted you to know him for who he is not for the fuck boy image he won over the years. He wanted you to be madly in love the way he was, he wanted you to crave his attention the same way he did with you.

"What did you wish for?" You broke the silence slightly opening your eyes "It’s a secret if I tell you I might jinx it" you scoff in annoyance "Not fair, now Im curious" You closed your eyes again "Just finish your wish and let’s go, It's getting chilly" He stood up to grab your belongings and get ready to leave.

— — —

The days keep flying by, and Minho’s company became something of your daily life; no matter where you were or the time, he would find a way to be there. At first, you thought it was who he was, pretending not to care about others but secretly wanting to be with them; but as you progressively got closer to him, you noticed the special treatment he would give you from time to time.

Your friendship anniversary was getting closer as yellowish colors started to paint the trees. It was a chilly night on the October breeze when he mentioned it to you "Isn’t it crazy, how it has been almost a year since the morning you ran into me"

You never took track of time the same way Minho did, he would remember every single date he considered special or worthy of remembering.

"Can’t believe so much has happened during that period" you said in a nostalgic tone, remembering how you met, the rumors, the day you became known because of a boy's attention.

That day on your way home, you scrolled through your phone, looking at all the silly videos and pictures you took with your friends and Minho. You wonder what would’ve happened if you hadn’t crashed on Minho that day… would you still be unknown? Would the two of you eventually meet?

All the what if’s started to give you a headache, so you threw yourself in bed and decided to go on a slumber sleep.

— — —

The way his soft lips left wet kisses all over your neck was a delight to your soul and body, the faint whimpers that left his mouth as if he was begging you for more, you opened your eyes, looking at the brunette boy on top of you.

You couldn’t see his face but everything felt a little too familiar, you moved your hand to squeeze his hair, giving light tugs that would gain soft moans from him "Can I" his voice was raspy and soft there was care in his tone.

You just nodded as he slid a hand under your pajama shirt and teased your boobs, drawing circles around your nipples but not touching them, his lips too busy with your lips as his tongue explored yours.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as he suddenly pinched your nipple, a smirk forming on his lips "Please let me fuck you till you scream my name" he whispered in your ears while nibbling it; you just nod at the sensation, you wanted him to do more than teasing, he was making you desperate and he knew it… both of you knew it by the way you crossed your legs in search of some friction "Easy princess, let me worship you" he moved back to your lips, the room being filled with wet noises coming from them, his hands moved from your boobs to your legs, separating them as he left your lips once again.

His body was now kneeling in between your legs, your body temperature rising even though you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt. His soft hands caressed your thighs as he made eye contact with you, the crazy feeling about all this was that you couldn’t see his face clearly, which made you even more desperate. "May I take it off" he signaled at your shirt, there was something about him asking for consent that made you feel a pool of butterflies in your stomach, you slightly nodded, suddenly feeling aware of the situation.

The smirk that adorned his face suddenly softened as he stared at your body topless "Fuck" he mumbled to himself as he dived into his chest, his mouth wrapping automatically on one of your nipples as he played him with the other one with his hand. The way his tongue would move up and down on your nipple would make you squirm in place, There was something delightful about the way he would aggressively suck on your nipple but would leave kisses on them whenever you made a sound of complaint.

As he kept working on your tits with his mouth, one of his hands slid down to tease the band on your shorts, hand sliding even deeper to touch your pussy lips, his middle finger moving up and down your folds dispersing the wetness all over your core. "Please" you begged through moans as your hips unconsciously moved to grind on his finger "Say my name and you have it" he teased biting your lips, you cried in frustration you didn’t know who he was, suddenly he slipped the finger inside you making you moan loud as the sensation "Please" you cried "Say my name" he kept whispering in your ear as he trusted his finger inside you painfully slow.

You squirmed underneath him tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to find his name in the back of your head, a second finger was inserted slowly stretching you out "Please let me fuck your cunt senseless" he begged "Say my name y/n… please" he sounded just as desperate as you, at least you knew he was also being tortured.

The torture continue as you felt his boner on your thigh, his position switching so he could give ghostly kisses on your clit, your hips buckled up at the sensation, his nose hitting that spot you needed him to work on, a moan came out of both of your mouths "Please say my name" he kept repeating, frustration overtaking you as you start to cry "Please just fuck me" you cried grabbing his hair so he would look at you "PLEASE" you cried even harder, your head going blank by the second "MINHO PLEASE FUCK ME"

Suddenly you jumped out of your bed, hitting yourself on your night table "OUCHH" you hissed as you curled yourself up in the bed, then you remembered your dream, the obvious wetness you felt between your legs being the evidence that you did have a wet dream about Minho.

You cringe at yourself as you turn to face the ceiling… what was happening? where you developing feelings for him? <Nah… I don’t think so…> You told yourself <Maybe it’s the hormones… I haven’t been laid in a while> you laugh it off as you get up from your bed to take a shower and clean yourself, however, you still felt unease at the dream you just had.

— — —

After that dream you decided to take a hot shower, and wash away all the sweat and thoughts from your head; however, the shower didn’t quite help you forget about the dream or Minho.

Suddenly your bell rang shrugging you off from your thoughts, quickly you closed your shower and wrapped yourself with your towel, you weren’t expecting any visitors since it was a Sunday night. You looked through the peephole and spotted Minho… looking a little beat up?

"Gosh, Minho what happened" you spat quickly as soon as you opened the door, distress in your tone as he falls in your arms. He was struggling to keep up with weight so you grabbed him and tried to walk him towards your couch.

"I lost my match" he groaned grabbing his head and squeezing his hair "Easy there…" You grabbed his hands stopping him from hurting himself; he gave your hands a light squeeze and sighed.

His pupils were dilated and his eyes looked rather red and watery, was he crying? Was he drunk? maybe both… you were quite confused trying to figure out his state "Were you drinking?" you questioned as you stood to pour him a glass of water.

He was silent for a bit collecting his thoughts "I usually don’t make a big deal when I lose…" he trace as he shifted on the couch, his arms and legs spreading across the couch, head falling back with a sigh. You knew this wasn’t the right moment but the sight of him manspreading in your couch with his soccer uniform was quite a view.

"But" he trailed once again before pausing "Vanessa" he sighed, the tension he was putting on his words was sending you over the edge, couldn’t he get straight to the point "She is making my life impossible" he groaned, you walked back to couch placing the cup of water in the table and sitting next to him "What’s wrong? Is she following you around again? I thought she got a boyfriend…" You were honestly startled at the mention of her name, Vanessa started dating Lucas a couple of months ago, he was the captain of the soccer team and a really handsome and extremely popular guy. "That’s the problem" he placed his hands on his face in frustration "She is only dating Lucas to be "closer" to me" he quoted the word with his hands while rolling his eyes.

"Today Lucas found a letter she was planning to give me… confessing her feelings" The more he talked the more you could sense anger in his tone "He got sooo pissed off and placed me as a sub player for today's match" he sat down and looked into your eyes in disbelief "ME A SUB PLAYER?!" He scoffed "I’m literally the star" he spat quickly grabbing the cup of water and taking a sip.

"Worst part he placed me in the last 10 minutes of the game when we were losing 1-3" he placed the cup back on the table.

"He thought I was gonna pull a hat trick of my ass and save the game, but ofc I didn’t" This time he sounded disappointed rather than mad "At the end of the game the coach scolded me for "poor performance" he quoted his words, then scoffed before leaning back against the couch.

"I felt like shit, useless" he paused "Yah Lee Minho" You grabbed his shoulder which got no reaction from him, seeing him vulnerable like this made your heart shatter in pieces. You knew how much Minho treasured soccer and the sacrifices he does for that sport, seeing him like this because of selfish people made your blood boil.

"I thought a couple shots of alcohol were going to make me feel better" he paused, silence filling the room "but it didn’t" he turned to look at you with a soft gaze, eyes threatening to shed tears as he made eye contact with yours. Soft big eyes that could hold the galaxy in them, Minho treasured them, your eyes were like the door to your soul he could tell what you were thinking by just looking at them, he admired them.

“Then I thought of you” He gave you a warm smile before softly chuckling “It instantly made me smile. So I thought I might gave you a visit” He looked around your apartment before fixing his gaze on you once again.

“It’s…” He paused choosing his words carefully “It’s been a while since I last came here” You chuckle “You are right” Deep down you knew he was trying to switch the conversation, although you wanted to comfort him you figured the best way to do it was by giving the company he needed.

“Although we don’t speak of the last time” You raised your hands in defense, it was his turn to laugh at your actions.

“Now…” You said softly “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go change. You took me by surprise” If you hadn’t pointed out that you weren’t wearing clothes but a towel Minho would’ve never noticed.

His eyes quickly glanced down, taking into his view a couple of water droplets laying down in your cleavage, your wet long hair dripping down on the couch. His eyes darkened and a shade of crimson red sparkled in his ears.

He cleared his tone “I… ummm sorry for interrupting your bath” He touch his neck in embarrassment. He opened his mouth to say something else, probably another apology so you stopped him. You placed a hand in his bicep to comfort him “Don’t worry about it, I’m here for you” You gave him the most sincere smile Minho has ever seen in his life, a shock of excitement rushing down his body to his… you know.

If you could manage to give him a boner with your smile, he can’t imagine with your body. Minho wasn’t a fan of sexualizing you, he adore you too much to not feel guilt. However he is only human after all.

“I’ll be back. Feel yourself at home” you nudge him with your elbow before getting up and disappearing to your room. He just sat there in the middle of your living room contemplating his life choices, he knew he was at a very vulnerable state, not only emotionally but also physically. He could feel the shots of vodka he took before rushing down his body. One thought let to another and that’s when he decided that if he was going to fuck it up, it was going to be tonight.

He prepared a mini speech in the back of his head, ready to blurt it out once you stepped a foot out of your room. The adrenaline sobering him up as the seconds passed by. What fell like an eternity you finally opened the door to your room, coming out in a set of black silk pijamas. He could feel his dick throbbing in his pants as he saw you walking out <Keep yourself together Minho> He mentally cursed himself.

“Sorry for the delay, I couldn’t find my fave pj’s so I had to stick with this one” you walk over to the kitchen looking for something to eat. Minho just looked at you wondering how you could be so nonchalant about it. Like it wasn’t a big deal… well… it wasn’t… but considering he was fucked up and you we wearing a set of silk pijamas the smoothly hugged your curves was making him even more insane.

“Are you craving something” You ask reaching to the top shelf in your kitchen, trying to grab your favorite snacks “I can ask delivery, I only have leftovers and-“ Your breathe hitched as you could feel his warm body behind you.

“Here” He turned you around and gave you the bag of chips you were struggling to get “T-thank you” you grabbed them and placed them in the counter next to you. However he didn’t move, your body being pressed against the counter. Although he wasn’t fully close to you, the way he looked at your lips drawn you closer to him without even noticing.

“Y/n” he placed a hand on your cheek “I… I have something I been wanting to tell you for a while now” His cheeks blushed in embarrassment, he has never confessed to anyone before and he had no idea what the outcomes could be in this situation. “I been crushing on you for a while now. I been trying to swallow my feelings but I can’t. It’s gotten to the point that I can’t look straight into your eyes cause I’m afraid I will make a mistake” He stopped to analyze your face, he looked into your eyes and found an expression he has never seen before… it was unreadable.

A knot started to form in his throat as breathing suddenly became a hard task for his body to do. You notice his body shaking and placed a hand in his chest and moved your other hand to fix his bangs “Minho… I” you laughed softly “I been feeling the same for a while now. Although I never saw you as something more than a friends, recently you been in my mind lately” The smile that adorned his face in that moment was the most stunning thing you have seen in your life. The way his eyes would wrinkle from his big grin. Minho was just to precious for you to ever harm.

Both of your bodies started to unconsciously get closer to each other like magnets, his face centimeters away from yours “Can I…” You could feel his breathe hitting your lips as he spoke, his eyes never breaking contact with yours as he placed one of his hands on your waist and the other in your hair “May I kiss you?” Something you loved about Minho was his gesture of asking for consent. You didn’t have a big dating history but the few guys you dated never asked you for permission to kiss you or anything else.

You nodded afraid that if you used your words it would expose your excitement. His lips were soft on yours, his movements delicate as if he was savoring the moment, studying every single line in your lips. A soft gasp left your lips as his tongue tapped your bottom lip asking for permission to go in.

It’s been a while since you and Minho kissed on that night, but the fact that now you were both sober… well half sober in case of Minho, however, kissing him sober felt like a whole new world. The way the butterflies erupted in your stomach and the warmth of his hand left a huge impact on your body.

As the kiss started to get more desperate more needy, Minho lifted you up and sat you on the counter, making room for his body in between your thighs. His boner slightly pressing into your pussy, A moan escape your lips in between kisses, the gripped you had in his hair tightening. He groaned as he bit your lip in lust, his eyes opening to look at your face and smile “Do you mind if I mark you” Here we go with the butterflies again, your stomach doing black flips “You can do whatever you want as long as I can do same” He smiled into your neck before biting the soft flesh, you whimper trying to hold back your moan. You were really ticklish and hated when people touched it, however, this felt different a hundred times better.

As he kept leaving wet kisses in every spot he could find. You could feel your stomach rumbling around, you tried to ignore it, however, as it progressively started to get louder you couldn’t anymore. Pushing him off slightly, cheeks burning in embarrassment “I’m hungry” you said with puppy eyes, the room bursting in laughs as his stomach proceeded to groan as well.

“Let me treat you then” He smiled as he helped you down the counter. You didn’t knew he was a great cook, the way his hands cut the vegetables in such a skillful way “You are giving Husband material right now” You joked as you continue to stare at him. He hated the way you could say such words in such a nonchalant way, not knowing the way those words impacted his body, your words going straight to his heart and down to his dick… he couldn’t help it.

He sighed as he placed the knife down looking at you, a smirk forming in his face ready to tease you “Marry me and I will show you how husband material I can be” His dark eyes never left yours, threatening you to stare away, however, you weren’t going to let him win that easily “You wish” you scoffed looking back at your phone, he chuckled “Say’s miss wet panties” You choke on your saliva at his words- how can he be this imprudent?! “Excuse me” you move your gaze back to his, the smug on his face giving you butterflies “I could feel it while we were kissing, your shorts don’t leave much to the imagination” He said as he proceeded to cut the vegetables. Your face turning crimson red as you tried to hide yourself “YAHHH” you threw a piece of potato as him, making him chuchas “Easy there princess, shouldn’t throw food at the possible father of your children” Your eyes widen… this man was really something else. You laugh “Lets not get too ahead of ourselves, you just confessed, are you still drunk?” you tease him, he hummed “I don’t know, want to test it out? See if I make any mistakes” You knew what his words meant and even though it was very tempting all you were craving right now was some good food.

The rest of the night went smoothly, both of you ate and watched shitty shows on your couch, both of your bodies cuddling under your soft blanket. Maybe this was the beginning of you adventures with Minho.

———

It’s been exactly a week since Minho asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a random Friday when you opened your locker to get your math book a letter with little cat drawings falling down to your feet. When you opened it you were greeted with Minho’s hand writing inviting you to go to the field that night.

As you walk anxiously around the field, you look around trying to spot him. Suddenly a hand grabbed yours startling you, in reflex you tried to punch whoever grabbed you but they acted on time and stopped your hand “Easy there Princess” he chuckled. Relief showered down your body as you see him laughing in front of you.

As you scolded him, he grabbed your hand and walked you through a path you have never seen before. You could see lights at the distance, curiosity rising in your head as you kept asking questions; however he never replied he just kept quiet till you reached your destination.

It was a tree house, it wasn’t too far from the field and it was hidden in the tiny forest next to the field, you have never been in one before. He grabbed your hand and told you to trust him. Once there he told you the story about the tree house and how its special to him and his family. Butterflies ran through your stomach at the thought of being the first girl he has ever brought there, it made you feel special. The house was adorned with fairy lights and comfy blankets, a bottle of wine and snacks being placed on a small table. He played your favorite movie, however, out of nowhere it started glitching and the small movie projector turned off. You sighed in disappointment, turning to see Minho. Your eyes widen and your jaw dropped as he was suddenly carrying a ring.

“M-Min… what’s this?” Your brain couldn’t process what was happening at that moment, a million thoughts running through your mind “A-“ you paused “Are you asking me to marry you?!?” Your voice increasing in a high pitch as you talk, you were scared, wasn’t it too soon?! he could see the panic in your face and decided to speak before you decided to hit and run like the first time you met.

You got pulled out of your thoughts as his laugh filled the room “No silly” he grabbed your hand and placed the ring on your finger “It’s a promise ring” He placed his hand on your cheek so your gaze was fixated on his “Every time I think of my future you are in there, and its driving me crazy to the point you won’t leave my mind” The more he spoke the more embarrassed he got, you could see the way his face turned into a light shade of red and the way his voice trembled “I know I’m being too cheesy and I can guarantee you I won’t be able to sleep in peace tonight… but you know” He took a deep breath “I will be able to sleep at peace tonight knowing that you are my girlfriend” He took a second to analyze your face before speaking again “Y/n… would you be my girlfriend?” He tilted his head and smiled, the gesture reminded you of a curious kitten and it made your heart melt. You quickly squealed and wrapped your hands behind his neck stealing a kiss from him “I hope that answer your questions” You say as your lips separate from each, just to reunited a second later. Since then everything has been going smooth, however, its been just one week so you didn’t want to jinx things.

Your doorbell rang and you opened your door to find a big teddy bear behind it.

“Surpriseeee” Minho screamed as he shoved the teddy bear to your arms “Happy one week princess” He tried to kiss you but couldn’t because of the teddy bear in between your bodies “Im gonna do a mental note to buy a smaller one next time” Both of you chuckled as you placed the bear on your living room couch.

“I didn’t knew you were coming today” You softly kiss his lips smiling “My plan was actually to take you out for dinner, but I got assigned a house project” His smile slowly faded away, disappointment taking over his tone “Soo I decided to buy you a small gift” You laugh as you stare at the big ass bear sitting on your couch, you wonder if it would fit in your bed. “I’m still mad Im trapped with the project though… it was last minute too” He cried “Worst part Is that I have to work with Angie and someone else. Working with Vanessa’s minion is definitely hell” He dramatically threw himself into your couch hugging the bear.

“Angie? Damn that’s tough” you sat on his lap and planted your face on the crook of his neck “You got this though” you left a kiss on his cheek and smiled fondly at him. “You sure know how to make my day princess” He sighed “Well I gotta go, I love you so much” He gave you a peck on your lips before exiting your apartment.

— — —

It was around 4pm when your phone started exploding with messages.

Rosie <3 : Y/N

Rosie <3 : Y/NNIE~~~

Rosie <3 : MY PRECIOUS Y/N PLEASE REPLY

Rosie <3 : BITCH IF YOU DONT ANSWER THAT GOD DAMN PHONE

Rosie <3 : WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE ONE?

What do you want? : Y/N

Rosie <3 : Would you go to Jennie’s party with me tomorrow night?!?! Pleaspkeapelaopslepalplsssss

I don’t know…. : Y/N

I made plans with Minho : Y/N

Rosie <3 : Y/N NOOOO THEY GOT YOU, I KNEW YOU ONCE YOU SHOWED ME THE RING.

Rosie <3 : BUT ITS SATURDAYYY.

Rosie <3 : ITS GIRLIES NIGHT

sigh… I will think about it : Y/N

Rosie <3 : THANK YOU LORDDD

Rosie <3 : let me know latest tomorrow afternoon

Rosie <3 : ttyl~~

Byeeeee <;3 : Y/N

You stared at your phone thinking how Minho would react if you suddenly ditch him, technically both of you planned this outing. Switching plans on him out of nowhere was definitely not looking good.

You could hear a faintly ding from your phone as you started to drift away from your sleep, eyes heavy you started to search for you phone without moving your head. You groaned as soon as you saw the time, it was already 10pm. You had no idea when you had fallen asleep, all you remembered was watching south park and eating some leftovers. As you progressively started to wake up you opened the notification that initially woke you up.

It was an unknown number and an image was attached, you raised an eyebrow in confusion as the picture started to load. Your heart dropping immediately to your stomach as you stare at the picture.

It was Minho kissing a girl. You immediately zoomed into the picture, hoping it was all a joke, however, it was not. He was wearing the same clothes he wore today, one of his hands was on the girls chest while the other grabbed her arm. You tried to figure out who was that girl in the picture, your heart dropping once again as you figure out it was Vanessa, you always thought you didn’t have to worry about her; after all Minho seemed to hate her, however, you couldn’t deny she was gorgeous. She was a straight up barbie, plus she was Minho’s ex… what if after a week of dating you he realize he loved her? that he wanted her?

Tears started falling down your cheeks, a knot forming in your throat as you desperately cried in your bed. Your phone flew away across the room as you looked at the bear he gave you “YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME” you punched the bear before throwing it across the room like your phone. You honestly couldn’t believe it yet… while you were sleeping daydreaming on your next date he was kissing some other chick. You stared at your promise ring. As much as you wanted to you couldn’t take it off, you wanted all this to be a joke a set up… but the evidence was water clear. One final tear rolled down your cheek as you took the ring off your finger, you tried to throw it in your garbage but your heart wasn’t strong enough for that, so you opt out to place it in your night table.

That night you cried yourself to sleep, hoping it was all a bad dream.

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The next morning you are woken up by the sound of your doorbell, whoever was behind that door was definitely desperate to go in. The ringing sound embedded in your head, making you annoyed.

You look through the peephole a wave of emotions attacking you as you see who was behind that door… a knot formed in your throat and tears threatened to fall. You backed away from the door as quiet as possible, trying to make no sound so he would think you weren’t home. The audacity he had to come to your house after cheating on you last night. Maybe the project thing he mentioned you was a lame excuse to go see Vanessa.

You go back to your room ignoring the continuos ringing from the doorbell. You pick up your phone from the floor to find 100+ notifications from Minho, he probably found out he got caught and tried to explain it to you. You weren’t feeling it today, you wanted to forget everything. So you texted Rosé confirming that you were going to the party, whats the best way to fix a broken heart without alcohol?

Two hours passed and Minho finally gave up trying to contact you, he called, texted, passed letters through the opening of your door. For a moment you thought he was not giving up. You knew he left once you heard Rosé’s voice on the other side of the door, you could hear her scolding Minho; telling him to leave you alone for once. He tried to explain things to Rosé, however, she never replied to anything he said.

You got startled when you heard a knocked on your door “Y/n its me~”By the tone in her voice you knew she was trying to distract you. Her voice was sweet and playful. You opened the door to find her with food in her hand “I grabbed something to eat before coming here” She lifted the bag, a big warming smile adorning her face.

Both of you were having a good time eating the food she bought and gossiping around, it was just some quality girl time, last time you had one was a couple days before you and Minho started dating. You didn’t knew how much you missed it till now.

“I don’t really wanna touch the topic between you and that asshole” She exhaled as she thought of her words carefully “But… I think you should listen to him… I mean… he looks too heartbroken for it to be something he did willingly” She finally lifted her head to look at you “His eyes looked tired, he looked like a mess… I have never seen him like this before… He definitely did not sleep last night” She laughed softly trying to lighten the situation.

“I know… I know… but I don’t know how to feel about all this, I want to hear him out but my ego won’t let me” You sighed picking up the dirty dishes “Now lets start getting ready for tonights party, I’m trying to get white girl wasted and have fun” You laughed making Rosé laugh along with you, however, She felt uneasy… she knew how much you hated parties and every single word that just came out of your mouth, wasn’t something you would say in your daily, but she is your friend and supports you 24/7, so she got up from the couch and ran out to you “WOOOO PARTY IN THE USAAA” She screamed while jumping up and down around you.

You took a long bath, it was comforting and relaxing. The way the warm water wrapped your body, you sometimes wishes you could live in your bathtub, it was just too good to be true. You got out and checked yourself in the mirror, you felt hot. Your boobs, ass, curves, everything was perfect to your eyes. You smirked thinking that this is what Minho lost, maybe and you weren’t perfect like other girls but you loved yourself and that’s what mattered.

You grabbed a purple silk dress, it wasn’t the type of dress you would wear considering how short it was and a v neckline that punctuated your cleavage. Rosé made you bought it the moment you both saw it at a store “Save it for a special night” she teased as she brainwashed you to buy it. You never expected to use it but it was too pretty to not get it.

You wore your favorite pearl dress and some sutil earrings, you wore your favorite pair of high heels and call it a day, you came out of the bathroom Rosé’s jaw dropping as she saw you.

“GIRL” She squealed “YOU ARE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE” She started doing a happy dance “Let me do your makeup and hair and off we go to party land” The excitement in her voice made you forget everything, Rosé was the type of person that could make you feel better in no time, you were really grateful for meeting her.

The moment both of you stepped inside the party everyone’s eyes were on you. You two shared a knowing look and dashed to the bar to get some drinks, giggles and squeaks taking over your conversation as the alcohol ran through your system. Pink Whitney was your weakness, every time you drank it you couldn’t stop, it wasn’t because it was tasty even though it tasted way better than most alcohol, but it was because it made you feel sober making you drink more, but more you drink it, the more fucked up you got.

Two hours passed and you lost track of how many shots you have chugged down, you were currently playing beer pong with Jennie and other friends when you felt the urge to use the restroom. Politely you excused yourself and walked towards the bathroom. What you saw shouldn’t have hurt you the way it did. It was Minho… kissing someone but this time it wasn’t Vanessa, it was some other girl you have never seen before. The way he pinned her against the lonely hallway and placed his knee in between her tights… the sight was enough to sober you up, your heart shattering like a crystal figure that had been slammed against a wall; you were for real done with him.

“You guys lasted more than I imagined” Her voice drew shivers down your spine, you turn to face her, trying to hide your tears “Me and my girls bet that you guys would last 2 days” She laughed looking at you, you felt pathetic “Don’t feel bad though, he is a fuck boy he is meant to play with girls” She faked a pout and caressed your hair “Vanessa, I don’t know whats your deal but leave me alone” You unintentionally raised your voice catching Minho’s and the other girl attention.

“Shit” Minho mumbled under his breath “Y/n wait” he said as you started running away from there, he tried to follow behind you but was stopped by the girl he was kissing, Vanessa turned around to look at your figure disappear between all the bodies, a smirk adorning her face.

You cleaned your tears before telling Rosé that you were calling it a day, you didn’t want to ruin her fun so you didn’t mention the incident. As you walked out of the party you crashed into someone, your eyes widening.

“Mr Hyunjin?” You said in surprise, he chuckled at you “Hey y/n, leaving already?” He looked stunning, his long blond hair and casual attire gave you butterflies, you were used to see him in his typical teacher attire, at some point you thought he had no fashion taste by the way he dressed but now you understood that just his class attire. “Yeah…” You softly exhaled trying to hide your disappointment “May I ask why you are at a student party” You raised an eyebrow in curiosity, the sight making him laugh “Jennie and me went to the same high school, we are really close friends. However due to early degree, I have to keep it professionally” The smile in his face never faded away as he talked “Do you mind telling me how you got your teaching degree that fast?” He laughed again at your curiosity he find it really cute “Sure, but its a long story, why don’t we go somewhere else to talk?” That was an offer you couldn’t deny, specially tonight.

He knew he had no right to be jealous right now, but seeing you walk away with Hyunjin made his blood boil. He carefully followed you guys to a cafe. He sat far enough for you guys not to notice him but close enough to see the way you would laugh at his jokes, how you would often touch him here and there and the glances he would give your chest while you laughed.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the jealousy that ran through his body, but the moment you excused yourself to the bathroom he found himself walking towards Hyunjin.

He was sketching something on a napkin when Minho grabbed his shoulder giving it a squeeze “Took you long enough” He said nonchalantly as he kept drawing, not bothering to turn around to see Minho “You and your pretty mouth, you swear you are better than everyone” He groaned gaining a laugh from Hyunjin “I don’t think I’m better than everyone” he paused to look at Minho “I just think Im better than you” His smirk was Minho’s last stroke, he lifted his fist ready to punch him when Hyunjin catch it “I gave you time to not mess it up, but you are Lee Minho” His face didn’t have an expression at all, Minho couldn’t understand how he was so well collected while he threw poison at his face.

“I always knew about your little crush on her. I sacrificed my feelings for you, cause I’m a teacher and I need to keep things professional. However, I’m not gonna let you hurt her. I know how hard it was for her to be the person she is now, I’m not letting you ruin that” He started to squeeze his fist and aggressively moved it out of his face. Minho stood there dumbfounded at Hyunjin’s confession.

Minho and Hyunjin had a complex background story, they both met at summer dancing camp. Although both had so much in similar they never clicked, often turning everything into a competition. When he went to college and found out he was one of the architecture teachers he felt sick to his stomach. Hyunjin and him had a gap of 3 years, how come he already be a teacher when he was just starting a carrier. This only made Minho more jealous.

His thoughts were interrupted when Hyunjin spoke again “She is coming, you have the option to leave or face the reality” He smirked once again as he saw the troublesome look in his face, however what he didn’t expect was a tear to run down his cheek “Please take care of her” He said in defeat, a faint smile painted on his face.

Now this was something Hyunjin never expected from Minho, he knew him as the guy who would fight against him till the last breath, seeing him this vulnerable broke something inside him. “Sorry I took so long” You said as you sat down on your seat.

“Minho you idiot” he cursed to himself, so low you couldn’t hear it, at least you didn’t catch on it. He closed his eyes and sighed in frustration.

You were confused as to why you were walking towards the field with Hyunjin, he said he had something to show you, however, there was nothing to see when you were there. He grabbed your hand and placed it in his chest “I know I’m your teacher and this is wrong even though we both adults” He spat as he stared deeply into your eyes “But please concede me one kiss” He looked at you almost begging.

You look down at his lips, you would lie if you said it wasn’t tempting to steal a kiss from them… however it felt wrong and not because he was your teacher but because of Minho. You couldn’t believe yourself after all he did to you, but something deep inside you still believed in him.

While you seemed to be caught in thoughts, Hyunjin spotted Minho behind you staring at the two of you, no expression in his face, however his eyes were dark and his hands were pressed against each other.

Hyunjin smirked and got closer to you, Minho doing the same, Hyunjin knew what he was doing, his plan was to provoke him. Fight for you.

He wrapped a hand around your waist making you gasp in surprise “Hyunjin” you said softly “Shhh just play along” He whispered against your ear, you couldn’t tell why he was doing this until he spoke again “He is watching” You immediately understood what he was doing, you smiled at him “I will” Hyunjin was left dumbfounded at your words “I will kiss you” You finished, he looked at your eyes in panic “Y/n you don-“ His words were interrupted as you planted a kiss in his lips, they were just as soft as Minho’s but maybe a little bigger, however, the sensation didn’t even compared to Minho’s.

A hand grabbed your arm and snatched you out of his grip. “Minho” You said as you panted. “So you decided to fight” Hyunjin smiled proudly “Go ahead and don’t mess it up” He said nonchalantly as he walked away, leaving you alone in Minho’s arms.

It was a chilly night, the breeze hovering over your bodies. Both of you stood there without saying a single word to each other. His body was tense just as yours was. Should you be the first one to talk, tears starting to form in your eyes. He could hear you sniffing so he turned you around to face him.

He had an angry expression in his face which pissed you off but also made you feel guilty “I know I have no right to be jealous or mad right now” He finally spoke looking into your eyes “But I would be lying if I said im not mad or jealous right now” He got closer to you “Y/n… the picture they sent you last night was a set up…” He began to explain “I was doing the project when she came, she tricked me, I was trying to pull away but Jesus Christ she has a strong grip” You lowly chuckled at the playful tone on his last phrase “However today… I did kiss that girl willingly” Your heart once again dropping to your stomach “I was drunk, which is no excuse I know, but I was trying to forget everything. I was trying to forget the fact that I had lost you because of the plan Vanessa set up” He paused, his heart broking as he saw your eyes full of tears, your head staring down at the grass “I was on my 15th shot of the night, when the girl approached me… her scent reminded me of yours. Levanter and Vanilla” He whispered “One thing led to another… Im sorry” He started to cry “I’m so stupid… Im sorry” He kneeled in front of you crying.

You didn’t knew what to exactly do in that moment, forgive him? Comfort him? Leave him there? Screamed at him? You wanted to do all of those options but you didn’t have the heart to do any of those.

“L-let’s go to my apartment” Although you felt you were going to regret it, it was the only thing that crossed your head “Don’t think anything about it, Im just getting chilly” You extended your hand to grabbed his.

The walk to the apartment was silent from somehow comforting, you opened the door and led him inside. He sat on your couch while you brought a bottle of vodka. “You trying to poison me?” He said playfully trying to lift up the mood, however you weren’t feeling it “If we are going to talk I need to take few shots first”

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You don’t know how you ended up in this situation “Teasing me with this little dress” He slid a hand up your dress and played with the band of your panties “You knew what you were doing every time you bend and moved sensually whenever I was near” He whispered in your ear, gently nibbling it. “Minho” You called out his name softly, his lips interrupting yours with a kiss. It was hungry and lustful, wet noises from the kiss hovering all over the room. Last thing you remembered was shoving down a shot of vodka before kissing him and now you were here.

He was on top of you in your bed, your hands pinned down as he kissed your body up an down. The faint light of your fairy lights being the only source of light in the room. His knee was firm against your pussy, your dress rolled up with all the movement. “You look so pretty” He almost moaned at the sight. Your messy hair, your legs exposed, your white panty on full display, and the way your dress struggled to cover your tits. Minho was drunk in you, he wanted to drink you dry. “We have made a lot of mistakes tonight…” he said in between kisses “Please lets make one that we won’t regret” moved to kiss your neck, softly biting it leaving faint marks in it “Fuck” you gasped in delight “Minho do whatever you want, any mistake I do with you ends up being the best” You could feel his smirk growing against your neck.

Next thing you felt was his nose pressed against your clothed clit, you moaned gripping his hair, he laughed “Patience princess, I want to take my time with you” He kissed your inner thighs up and down, kissing everywhere around but where you wanted him the most.

You felt shameless as you lifted your hips trying to find some type of friction. He just giggled before taking off your panties painfully slow. The cold breeze blew against your pussy making you whimper “Fuck I love it when you whimper” He placed his face closer to your pussy and blew gently on it, mesmerized by the way he impacted your body.

The feeling was mutual though, you could see the way his pants tighten the more he got aroused. Once his tongue was playing with your clit you lost it. It felt like you were on the clouds, his tongue was soft a warm, the slurping noises making you even more aroused. He grabbed your free hand and intertwined it with yours. His thumb caressing your hand as a gesture of comfort. You loved this man so much he didn’t understand.

With his other hand he slowly started stretching you out, one finger, two fingers, three… you gasped, body lifting up as he added a fourth finger. He kissed your cunt and your inner thighs trying to soothe you. “You got this princess” He slowly started to pump in and out of you, being as careful as he could, not wanting to hurt you in any way.

You threw your head back as you could feel your high approaching, moans getting louder and louder by the second. Minho closed his eyes and hummed in delight, his mouth attaching once again to your clit, listening to your pretty moans like it was his favorite song “Min-Minho” You breath hitched as you couldn’t hold back anymore “Go ahead Princess, show me how well I treat you” You came all over his finger and face, your face crimson red as you rode out of your high, embarrassment showering you over.

You could hear his soft chuckle as he kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours. You could savior yourself through his tongue. He sat you down as he glare at you, eyes dark in lust. A whimpered left your lips as he sucked the same fingers that were inside you, sucking them dry in front of you not breaking eye contact. “Fuck you taste so sweet” He was driving you insane. You moved towards him, taking what was left of you dress, your boobs falling free. You could see him salivate over them as he stared at them shamelessly.

“You have no idea how many times I have pictured you naked” He said groping your boob, his finger flickering your nipple. You couldn’t hold it anymore, your hand traveling to his belt, taking it out in a split of a second. Your hand unzipping his jeans as he helps you get rid of them.

You could see his dick through his boxers, a stain of pre cum visible at the tip, you leaned to his stomach and planted few kisses. His whimpers were a melody to your brain.

Removing his boxers, his dick sprung free, you leaned down to give the tip few kitten licks, teasing his slit while applying pressure to it. He groaned as he tightly tugged your hair. A moan escaping your mouth sending vibrations down his dick.

“Fuck… Princess… I don’t think I can resist if you continue” His voice was unstable as he tried to form words inside his head “Please let me fuck you” You raised your face to look at him, smiling as you kiss him wrapping your hands around his neck “I should be the one begging you” You tease, gaining a scoff from him.

He stood up to pick up his pants in search of a condom “Fuck” he closed his eyes, he gave the one he had to a friend who needed it at the party, he turned around to you disappointed “It will be another night Princess… I don’t have one on me right now” His voice was soft and filled with disappointment.

“Fuck me raw” He turned to face you, looking at your innocent face like you hadn’t just spilled one of the most lustful thing. You bat your lashes at him as you sat down like an obedient puppy in front of him. You tilted your head “If you want ofc, I’m under birth control” The way his cock throbbed at your words drove him crazy.

In a split of a second he was on top of you again, his mouth playing with your nipples as he teased the tip of his dick in your folds, he rub small circles around your clit with his tip, drops of pre cum falling down your folds. “Minho please just fuck me” You cried “I always forget you are impatient Princess” He chuckled, sending vibrations down your stomach. The pool of butterflies you were feeling at that moment. You were willing to forget everything that has happened in the past just to have him next to you every day.

He slowly started stretching your cunt with his tip, you groaned in pain, the fingers definitely did not prepared you well to take him in.

Once he was fully in he waited for your sign to keep going. A soft whimper leaving your mouth as you gave him the green light. He started slowly pumping in and out of you carefully.

As he started to feel pleasure as well he couldn’t help but fasten his pace, your eyes fully cloth as you moaned his name “Bet Hyunjin wouldn’t make you feel like this” You don’t where this is coming from but you like the way he talked dirty “Neither any other bitch could take my cock the way your cunt does” He placed his face in the crook of your neck panting. Shivers rolling down your spine “Fuck. The way your cunt squeezes my cock” He threw his head back in pleasure “Let me fuck you like you’re mine” He reposition himself, a hand next to your head while with the other he applied slight pressure on your neck.

He stopped thrusting you, gaining a moan of complain “Princess if you want me to continue I need you to look at me while I fuck you” You could feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment, although you were desperate. You nodded at his command and he continue with his task. His fast pace, the pressure on your neck and his dark eyes piercing yours, it was all too overwhelmed to handle, tears falling down your eyes as you moan.

Seeing you in this state made Minho crazy, you were like this because of him. His cock starting throbbing inside you as you started to uncontrollably squeeze him “Fuck Princess” He moved his hand from your neck “Min” You gasped for air “Im close” You cried out as you grabbed his hair and pulled him for a kiss. “Lets cum together then” he whispered in your ear, he moved his hand to your clit and started rubbing circles in it, while his pace started to move faster. You moaned in his ear as he felt your cum washing over his cock and spilling down your bed sheets. You knee he was close when his thrust became sloppy and he started to slow down, he was about to pull out to cum im your chest when you stopped him “Please breed me” You begged in his ear, he came almost automatically, his seed spreading in your inside “I hope your birth control doesn’t work” He said as he rode out of his high, his cock softening inside of you.

He wrapped you in a warm hug “I’m going to clean everything and then leave, you need space to think” You were disappointed at his words, although you did needed to think things over, you didn’t want to think now. You grabbed his arm “Please stay tonight…” you say softly afraid to be rejected “You can leave in the morning, but please don’t leave when Im sleeping” You mumbled as you cuddled on his chest. He chuckled softly while he played with your hair “If you say so… If it was up to me, I wouldn’t leave your side eve again” With that both of you closed your eyes and drifted to a peaceful sleep.

———

A month passed and you and Minho were keeping things as friends. After all the drama that happened both of you agreed to be friends again before trying things out again. Although it was hard to keep things friendly when you had a bunch of friends who would constantly tease you. At parties they would put both of you in situations were you had to kiss each other for a dare or go in a small closet for 7 minutes. Childish games that you never thought you would be playing in college. Everything seemed to be good, Minho got a restraining order for Vanessa, she had no other choice but to transfer colleges. The pissed off face she had the day you said bye to her was definitely the highlight of the year. Although her friends apologized to you, you didn’t want to know anything about them so you agree with them to forget about each others existence.

As to Hyunjin, he started dating Rosé, it was the biggest plot twist of you life “The moment I saw him at the party I was on my knees” She squealed as she hugged a pillow “And he is a teacher…” You widen your eyes <It can’t be…> You thought as you waited for her to spill the name “Mr Hwang Hyunjin” She moaned taking you by surprise “SO HOT” She pretended to faint dramatically in your bed, making you die of laughter. Gosh you loved that woman so much.

Life was good although it felt incomplete, yeah Minho was your friend but you wanted him to be more than that, however, you didn’t want to rush things so you decided to give it time. Wait for the perfect timing to come.

———

“Nice game Lee Minho” You tease as you hug him “Thank you thank you miss y/n” He chuckled “I scored all my goals in your name, so we can say this was a two person job” You laugh at his words “How considerate of you” You faked an awe face and laughed. It was the end of the autumn sports season, Minho and his team won states and everyone was celebrating “Shouldn’t you be there celebrating? you were the mvp” You raised an eyebrow looking at him “Nah… I rather stay here and watch the sunset with you” You looked at him in admiration, even though he was all sweaty and messy you couldn’t help but find him hot “I love this field” You say out of nowhere. He turned to face you, intrigued by your words.

“Most of our adventures occurred here” You laugh at your cheesy words cringing at yourself, however, to Minho your words got to him, his eyes fixated on your smile as you stare vaguely at the sunset.

His lips soft against yours, his hand on your waist while the other is in your hair “Min-” you said surprised as you broke the kiss “Is it too soon if I ask you if I can be your boyfriend” Butterflies rushed to your stomach at his words, your cheeks matching the pink tone on his.

You kissed him and smiled through the kiss, breaking the kiss once again to stare into his brown eyes “I hope that answers your question” You both smile and stay there in silence appreciating each others company while the sun slowly disappeared through the landscape of the field.

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Authors Note: Let me know if you guys find any typos, I didn’t spell check most of the fic and I wrote most of it at 2am, Also suggestions are appreciated 🙏

Hope you guys enjoyed~

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🪢 You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it? 🪢

✎ Pairing: sexy ass!Bang Chan x intense!Lee Know x cocky!Han Jisung x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut (maybe fic?)

✎ Summary: Three mysterious men want to use you as a human pocket pussy for the night. Why the hell not?

✎ CW: ❗️Consensual nonconsent, a little blood❗️foursome, drinking, degradation, hand job, blow job, rough sex, face fucking, fingering, public fingering, general crassness

✎ Word count: 4,930

✩ A/N: I maaayyyy keep this one going as a chaptered fic?? Idk though. Lmk what you think! ✩

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Click

One handcuff latches around the bedpost. Its closely-linked twin is already snug around your right wrist.

Click, click

The man on your left encloses the bedpost first, then your wrist. You watch his skilled fingers work with bated breath.

“Comfortable?” the cocky blonde with the cute cheeks asks before shooting you a sly smile.

The dark-haired one scoffs.

“Like it matters,” he answers for you. “This isn’t about her comfort, is it now?”

“Quit bickering, you two,” says the third man — the amber-eyed, honey-tongued one. “We’re on the same team, here, yeah?”

The other two nod.

“Good. Now, grab her legs.”

They do as they’re told, pushing your ankles down into the bed. The leader unzips his jeans, pulls down his boxers, and slowly strokes his cock.

He hungrily examines your naked body, mapping out a course of action. You take the opportunity to study him, too, and deduce two things almost immediately:

1. His dick is probably the biggest you’ve ever seen, let alone taken.

2. That devilish grin on his face makes you nervous.

In one swift motion, he maneuvers the garments around his muscular legs and drops them to the ground. He crawls onto the bed, barking out one more order to his friends.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help.”

Fuck, what did you get yourself into?

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It didn’t take much to convince you at the time. Hot stranger approaches at the bar, buys you a drink. You chat, you flirt, you dance, you kiss. He asks if you wanna get out of here, of course you say yes. It was a typical pickup story — until it wasn’t.

You were already under his spell by the time he shared information about his friends: the brooder and the showboat. He pointed to a dimly lit corner where the two men watched you intently from afar, but you recognized those faces.

They had been hovering before. A hand on the small of your back as one walked past, eye contact held for just a second too long over your suitor’s shoulder. The three of them circled you like sharks, and you didn’t even notice.

But they were good dudes, he guaranteed it. Just some friends as close as brothers who wanted to try something, someone. Together.

You’d had a threesome before, so what’s one more? But not like that exactly, he clarified. Yes, four people, but more like 3 vs. 1. As in they can freely pinch and poke and prod, while you’re pinched and poked and prodded.

It could have been the alcohol or how his lips moved when he spoke in that Australian accent or the way the flecks of gold and copper and bronze swirled around his pupils, but you said yes.

Were you 100% sure? No, but why not? He said they’d give you a safe word and had absolutely no intention of hurting you (unless you wanted them to), but it could — and likely would — get rough. Fuck it, sure.

The first time you spoke to the other two was outside, and it was nothing more than simple hellos. Not even names. That was another part of the deal: anonymity. No personal details, no phone numbers, no emotional mess to deal with in the morning.

You stood on the sidewalk with the two strangers while the one who convinced you to do this tried to hail a cab. Eyes shamelessly traveled up and down each others’ bodies while you waited.

The blonde with the cute face and deep brown eyes stood — chest puffed out — next to the dark brown-haired one. His irises were darker than the blonde’s, and his energy much more intense. Arms crossed tightly across his chest, he squinted at you from the moment you said hello until the yellow car finally pulled up. Welp, here goes nothing.

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The cheeky blonde slides in first, and the quiet one gestures for you to go next. Whether he was being chivalrous or just wanted a sneak peek under your skirt as you maneuvered into the car wasn’t clear. Either way, he got his wish.

Blondie waited only for the inside lights to dim before placing a hand on your knee. He slowly drags his fingertips up your thigh, zigging and zagging more toward the inside, then the outside. He pauses when he touches the hem of your skirt, then retraces his steps back down to your knee. His motions repeat, but his path inches closer and closer to your inner thigh each time.

The mysterious one on your right hungrily stares down at your legs and cracks his knuckles, and the Aussie glances in the rear-view mirror every now and then to monitor their actions and gauge your reaction. He keeps smirking — showing off those dreamy dimples that hooked you in the first place — and shaking his head at the eagerness of his friend.

Eventually, there’s no more accessible flesh for the bold one to traverse. His path has led him to the line where your thighs meet, and they’re pressed together firmly. You see this scenario playing out in one of two ways, but the man you can’t quite pin down surprises you with option number 3.

His hand lands on your leg with a loud clap, and he forces his way between your thighs. The two of them pry your legs apart and run their digits up and down the sensitive skin, putting your panties on full display for the driver.

Tingles immediately shoot up your spine. They inch closer and closer to your crotch, but never actually reach it. Fingertips always stop right at the edge of your panties before traveling back toward your knees, but you can’t help but hope that each time would be different… and they’d finally…

“We’re here.”

Your eyes shoot back open; you hadn’t even realized they closed. The cabbie is paid in cash, and the men open and exit through their respective doors. They gather on the sidewalk, holding out hands to help you to your feet.

You mumble a thanks and stride behind them to the entrance. They open double doors for you and lead the way to the elevators. The blonde presses the button and stands watch, glancing back and forth between the two numbers to guess like he’s trying to guess which would arrive first.

The other two stand at your sides. The quiet one extends his arm to brush knuckles against your hip, and the Aussie places an open palm on your lower back and quietly hums a tune you haven’t heard before.

Ding

“Ha! I called it!” the blonde exclaims, clenching his fist in a tiny celebration of winning whatever game he played in his head.

The left elevator’s doors open, and you file in, the hand on your back guiding you to the rear of the car. Once you turn to face the front, his long fingers curl around your waist and pull you into his body. In another context, this may have been comforting. But the quiet one surprises you again and slips a hand under your skirt — heading right for your crotch this time.

He applies pressure to get a feel for you over your underwear. Then his middle finger curls up, pushing in just enough to make you squirm before returning to its initial position. Your breath quickens right when the elevator stops and the doors slide open once again.

An older couple walks in, exchanging smiles with your group. The hand at your waist squeezes tightly, and you smile, too. But the hand on your pussy doesn’t leave. If anything, he pushes into you deeper. You try to angle your hips away from him, but his lips go to your ear.

“Stay still,” he breathes. “You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it?”

Your toes curl into the soles of your shoes. It’s the only thing you can think to do that won’t make what’s happening so incredibly obvious. And everyone’s still smiling, but are they just being polite? You don’t know and you don’t care. You just want him to stop teasing and push through the silk entirely.

The elevator finally comes to a stop, and the couple steps off. Before the doors meet again, the one who started it all spins into you, his arm still tightly wrapped around your waist.

You’re chest to chest for the second time tonight. Without sweat and alcohol overwhelming your nose, you can finally inhale the vanilla and citrus of his cologne. His pull is just as intoxicating as it was at the bar, and you think you may be about to kiss him when he slams his free hand into the wall next to your head and leers down at you.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, yeah?” he growls. “We make the rules. We tell you to shut up? You shut up. We tell you to spread your legs? You spread ‘em. We tell you to come? You come. Got it?”

You nod.

“Good. Safe word is… uh…”

“Onion!” the blonde blurts out.

Dimples furrows his brow and shoots his friend a confused glance before turning his attention back to you.

“Sure, whatever, onion. You good with that?” he asks in that sexy accent.

“She better be,” the quiet one says from the corner while staring intently at your thighs.

Dimples and the blonde exchange smirks just as you reach the top floor and the doors open again. The Aussie keeps one arm tight around your waist and guides you down the hall.

The other two skip ahead, giggling about something unspoken. It’s like the dark-haired one is two different people. His emotionless eyes glare at you one second, and he’s beaming at the blonde in the next. They reach the room first, and he quickly snaps back into intimidation mode the second his eyes meet yours.

“Welcome to our playground…” the blonde says after you pass through the doorway.

It’s a typical hotel room: bathroom by the door, dresser below the tv, desk by the window, couch in the corner. But the bed sandwiched between nightstands sticks out the most. There’s only one, and four of you.

“Interesting…” you muse, slowly making your way to the couch.

“What’s that?” the dark-haired one asks.

“Yeah, what’s interesting?” blondie jumps in.

“Just… one bed,” you explain. “Guess we won’t be spending the night?”

“What makes you think that?” the Aussie challenges from across the room. He just finished moving the do not disturb sign to the other side of the door and attaching the chain. Now, he’s leaning against the wall, thick arms crossed over his chest.

Something about him keeps rendering you speechless. Whatever witty comment that was brewing in your mind is long gone, so you just plop down on the couch and stare at the bed.

“I think you broke her, hyung,” the blonde giggles and throws his body on the mattress. He’s enjoying the puzzled look on your face a little too much.

“So, who gets first go?” the quiet one asks from his position in the far corner.

Blondie is the first to offer his thoughts.

“He did most of the work so far, so I vote Ch-”

“SHHHHHH!” “Shut the fuck up!”

The other two cut him off almost in unison, but it’s a little too late. Ch-something. Noted.

“You’re a fucking idiot, but I agree,” Ch-something says, pushing off the wall and striding across the room toward you. He moves quickly, and he’s staring down at you again in mere seconds. “Stand up.”

You do as he asks, maintaining eye contact while you push up off the couch. Those beautiful eyes are a little cloudier now, and the sweet swirl from earlier looks more like a brewing thunderstorm.

He runs his fingers along the line where your top meets your skin. He drags his hands down your torso, feeling the lace on the bustier.

“Spin.”

You do as you’re told, and his hands get to work undoing the hooks along your spine.

“The second I saw you in this, I pictured what it would be like to take it off,” he admits. “Of course, there was a lot more ripping involved in my imagination.”

Your walls clench at the thought of someone like him wanting to rip your clothes off at first sight.

“But this is such a pretty top…” Ch-something continues. “And it would be a shame if we sent you home fucked and bruised and topless, too.”

One hand traces the exposed section of your spine before meeting the other and resuming their task.

“We’re nice boys, yeah? Just want you well-loved,” he says and presses his torso to your back, his silky lips to your ear. “And well-laid.”

The top releases its hold on your lower back and awkwardly hangs on your body. His big hands slide under the lace, around your waist, and up to your breasts. After a few squeezes, he slides the straps off your shoulders, and the top falls to the floor.

“I get first go, yeah?” he calls out to the others.

They echo in agreement from across the room. The Aussie circles your body before plopping down on the couch in front of you. He spreads his legs slightly and reaches for your hips.

“Come ’ere,” he commands, pulling you into his lap.

You straddle him and slide down onto his thighs, but not close enough, apparently. His hands firmly grip your ass and pull you into him. You can feel his hard cock press into your crotch while he wraps those big lips around one nipple.

He licks and nips and sucks at you, and you start to roll your hips into his lap. He gently guides you with palms on your ass, and for a minute you forget you’re not the only ones in the room. He has this way of making you dizzy with the warmth of his mouth and his hands and his chest and his...

“Ay, that’s enough,” one of the others says from behind you. “You’ll have plenty of time to mark her up later.”

Someone grabs your hair from behind and snaps your head back. Before you can register who it is, their lips are on yours and their nose presses into your chin. Hands go to your neck, alternating between caressing the skin and squeezing. Someone else is fiddling with your nipples, and Ch-whatever’s hands are still gripping your ass.

Whoever’s tongue it is forces its way into your mouth and flicks at your tongue, and both nipples are engulfed in wet warmth. A hand reaches under your skirt and pushes your silk panties to the side to stick a finger inside you. Then two. Then three.

The man above you squeezes your neck harder, and someone else rubs your lower stomach. There are arms and hands and mouths everywhere like some sick game of Twister.

One mouth leaves, then another, then the last. You can finally open your eyes and see thick eyelashes and dark hair above you. The quiet one is smiling down at you and stroking your cheek, making this the first time he looks at you endearingly. And, of course, it’s when he’s gripping your neck.

“Quit being soft, man,” the blonde says. He stands and grips your bicep to pull you up, too. Then his hand moves to your shoulder and pushes down.

“On your knees.”

You drop to the floor and stare up at him with wide eyes. From this angle, his tiny waist seems so small compared to his broad shoulders. His cock twitches in his pants, and you reach up to free it, but he smacks your hand away.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, slut,” he barks. “Keep your hands at your sides and open your fucking mouth.”

Your jaw drops and your tongue slides out over your bottom lip. The lean blonde unzips his pants, pulls out his thick cock and strokes it inches away from your face.

“You want this?” he asks, running its head back and forth over the tip of your tongue. “Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”

You just stare up at him. He’s made it clear that it doesn’t matter what you think, so maybe not acknowledging his questions is what will really get him going.

And it works. His lips turn down in a scowl, and he roughly grips your hair and thrusts in hard, hitting the back of your throat right when his balls slap into your chin.

“Oh, that’s it,” he moans, picking up the pace. “Attagirl.”

You can’t see the other two, but you hear another zipper. Then your arm is lifted, and your hand is placed on another big, veiny cock. A quick glance to your right confirms it’s the dark-haired one, and his eyes tell you to stroke.

The way your head is bobbing back and forth makes it hard to concentrate on the movements of your hand, but you do your best. You keep waiting for Ch-something to join, but he just watches.

“I want her mouth now,” the dark-haired one says. “Why don’t you do the honors and get those panties off?”

Ch-something speaks up from the couch.

“Naur, her cunt is mine. Fuck her tits, they’re amazing.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Good call,” the blonde replies between deep breaths. “Let’s get her on the bed.”

They pull out of your grip and easily lift you, a pair of hands under your arms and another under your knees. They drop you on the bed on your back, and the quiet one straddles your head with his thick thighs. He positions himself to enter your mouth and checks behind him to see if his friend has enough room to work.

“I’m good,” the blonde assures, straddling your waist and squeezing your breasts together. He slides his dick between them just as the other presses into your mouth.

The quiet one stares at the wall as he thrusts, and you’re kind of grateful. Other than that one sweet moment, his gaze has been severe. You’re not sure how you’d react if he looks at you like that again, but part of you wants to find out.

You reach for his hips and grip gently, seeing if that can initiate eye contact. Nope, his head just falls back instead, and the blonde takes a second to ruffle his hair.

“I know, her mouth is fantastic,” he says before sharing a warning. “Save yourself, though, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Yeah… I know…” he pants in reply, squeezing your head between his strong legs. “This is just… so… good…”

“You know…” Ch-something speaks up again, “I have an idea.”

“What’s that, hyung?” the blonde asks, still sliding his hips forward and back on your chest.

A bag is tossed onto the bed, and something metallic clangs inside. But you’re distracted by the man opening the duffel and the way his T-shirt hugs his biceps while he rummages through it. You can’t wait for him to use you like his friends are.

“These…” he says, holding up something he pulled from the bag, “should be fun.”

You can’t see what’s in his hand, but the way the other two are giggling probably means it’s something exciting — for them at least.

“Fuck yeah, Chan, good looking out,” the blonde cheers, and the other two freeze.

“Dude, really??”

The nameless ones climb off of you and meet Chan at the foot of the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as they talk amongst themselves. Chan hands something to each of them, then places his hands on the bed when they go their separate ways.

“So, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Chan announces. “They’re gonna tie you up, and I’m gonna have my way with you.”

He reaches for your skirt and pulls at the zipper, loosening the waistband enough to slide it over your ass and down your legs. He presses his hand flat on the front of your panties, curling his fingers up and over the elastic at the top. He pushes his palm down into your folds, but he leaves the silk be. For now.

“Your body is mine,” he whispers into the skin just above your panty line.

The others have reached the top of the bed at this point, and Chan releases his hold on you. You’re pulled further up the bed and your arms extended so they can handcuff you to the bed posts.

The blonde checks to see if you’re comfortable, the dark-haired one doesn’t care, and Chan is annoyed by them both. The three men meet again at the foot of the bed, hungrily staring down at you.

Chan instructs them to hold your legs while he takes off his boxers and jeans. His large, throbbing cock scares the hell of out of you, but truly in the best possible way.

He crawls onto the bed and kneels between your spread-out legs. His fingertips tease the skin on your inner thighs, then your stomach, then your chest. He positions his hands on either side of your head and hovers above you.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help,” he commands his friends before leaning down to press his lips to your neck. He speaks again, but his next words are for you alone.

“At least you know what name to scream now.”

He parts your lips with his tongue and dips in to explore the familiar landscape of your mouth. You probably spent more time kissing than speaking at the bar, now that you think of it, and that certainly worked in his favor when it came time to convince you to leave with them. He knows exactly what he’s doing with those plump lips.

His mouth goes to your neck next, and he sucks and bites your skin with every intention of leaving marks. He does the same on your chest, then your breasts, then your stomach — quick, painful bites followed by wet suction.

Forgetting your hands are useless to you now, you lightly pull at the headboard. The chain links jingle as you fight against them, but it’s pointless. You can’t push him away or pull him closer. You can only lie there and watch.

He glances up at you with those lustful eyes and a twisted grin, like he loves watching you squirm. He lowers himself to your crotch and runs the silk of your underwear between his fingers.

“These are cute, huh boys?” he calls out, and the others agree. “I wonder how they’ll look in pieces.”

“No-” you start, but Chan interrupts.

“No? I’m sorry, did you say no?” he thunders. “Shut her mouth.”

The blonde releases his hold on your leg and walks to the head of the bed. He closes his big hand over your lips, pushing your head down into the pillow and smugly staring at you with dark eyes.

“Better,” Chan says. “Now, where was I?”

He grips the top of your panties with both hands and pulls… but nothing happens. You giggle into the palm over your mouth. But he pulls harder and glares up at you, holding your gaze as the silk rips almost all the way down the front.

“Not so funny now, eh?” he quips, and the others smirk.

He adjusts his hold on the material and pulls again, tearing it the rest of the way. Four fingers roughly cram into you and curl up and down rapidly.

Your one free leg pulls up toward your chest, and Chan catches it with his idle hand and lifts it over his shoulder. He reaches back for the other and pinches your thigh as he hoists that one up, too.

He pulls his soaked fingers out and slides them in his mouth to taste you. Staring into your eyes, he spits on his hand, rubs it on his cock, and forces himself inside your cunt.

As expected, he’s too big. Your walls stretch around him, barely able to endure his width, and he fills you to the brim length-wise with inches to spare. Regardless of the strain he certainly feels, he doesn’t give you time to adjust. He closes his strong arms over your legs, pressing your skin to his as he pounds his cock into you over and over. You’re afraid something will rip with every thrust.

Your chest rises and falls quickly, and the other two can’t look away from your bouncing breasts. The blonde bites the inside of his cheek as he flicks one nipple and calls his friend over to join. They’re twisting and tweaking the sensitive nubs and there’s nothing you can do. Except…

“Ow! You bitch!”

The blonde lifts his hand from your mouth and slaps you across your cheek.

“She fucking bit me!” he yells.

Chan doesn’t seem to care; he keeps driving in and out of you at the same unrelenting pace. But the other two have rage in their eyes.

“You wanna play rough? We can play rough, sweetheart,” the formerly quiet one says.

He lowers his head to your chest and bites down hard — almost cruelly — on the skin of your breast. He pulls back to examine his work and appears unsatisfied. He goes in for another, and this time, he draws blood.

“Fuck you! What the fuck!” you cry out.

“Dude…” the blonde whispers.

“What?! She doesn’t get to bite you and…” the dark-haired one argues.

“No, I mean… that’s so hot,” his friend clarifies.

It’s the blonde’s turn, and he goes straight for your nipple. He closes his teeth roughly, though not as hard as the bite before, and you whine in pain again.

“Pieces of shit!” you yell. “Get the fuck off of me!”

“Yeah, get off her,” Chan pants. “I have more work to do here if you’re making her scream before I do.”

He releases his hold on your legs and grabs your hips, inclining your lower body up and off the bed. His first thrust at this new angle makes you shudder, and he knows he’s got you now.

He sinks into you again, and you can’t hold back the loud, breathy moan that escapes your lips. Your wrists are starting to feel raw from the handcuffs, and your chest is sore and bruised from all three of them.

You’re in so much pain, but drowning in pleasure, too. The hot tears on your cheeks could be from either or neither or both. Who fucking knows.

“That’s it, baby,” Chan moans. “Cry for me, scream my name.”

“Fuck… Chan,” you whine, getting closer and closer to your climax.

A triumphant smile on his face, Chan nods at the others to return to their positions. They each take a nipple in their mouths, sucking more gently this time — though their gentle is still enough to slurp up a whole drink in one go.

Chan’s thrusts are growing weaker and weaker now, his power draining. He presses a thumb down into your clit hoping it will finish the job.

“Oh my FUCKING… fuck… Chan… CHAN… I… aahh-”

You’re coming on his cock with a force that makes his head spin, and he can’t help but finish deep inside you, too.

There are moans all around — two in ecstasy, two in disappointment. The onlookers detach their lips from your chest and sit on the sides of the bed while the two of you ride out your orgasms.

“Are you fucking serious, Chan?” the blonde asks incredulously and throws his hands up. “You said we were gonna all get a turn before she was spent.”

The dark-haired one keeps his mouth shut, opting to cross his arms over his chest and brood silently once again instead.

Chan pulls out and topples down next to you on the bed. He’s turned to face you, but your eyes are trained on the light fixture above the bed, watching the way the bulb flickers and sparkles. Or is that just in your head?

“Don’t worry boys,” Chan speaks up. “We have all night, and she’s tight as fuck.”

“Yeah, but now you two are gonna nap and we’re still hard,” the blonde whimpers. His face looks so cute when he pouts.

“Then take a nap with us, or suck each other off, whatever,” Chan lazily replies.

The two glance at each other with raised brows, and there’s some other undertone there too. But you’re too lightheaded to care.

Their voices blur together as the room darkens, but you can feel a firm thigh and thick arm lay across your body. Whether you’re being cuddled or trapped isn’t important right now, and you let yourself drift off.

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Phases Masterlist

3/3 Main Completed, ?/? Minor Completed

LMH, HJS

Masterlist

Story Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue have never met Jisung and Minho.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung x fem!reader, lots of kissing and groping lol, more specific warnings in individual chapters

Main:

Preview

Phase One: Emotion Sickness

Phase Two: Wildfire

Phase Three: When He Sees Me

Minor:

Phase Four: The Bigger Bed

Drabbles: one

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Movie Night

Hello! I just want to say, that I am quite new in the fandom and this is my first fanfiction of Stray Kids, so please, have mercy XD Enjoy anyways! <3 I also already posted it on AO3 so maybe you know it already.

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Rated: Mature#minsung-Freeform #NipplePlay #NippleKink #OrgasmThroughiNpplePlay #Voyeurism #Non-Consensual Voyeurism #Dom/Sub Undertones #DirtyTalk #The Author Regrets Nothing #I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping #Author Is Sleep Deprived #Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot #Bottom Han Jisung | Han #Han Jisung | Han is Whipped #Han Jisung | Han is a Mess #Lee Minho | Lee Know is Whipped #Top Lee Minho | Lee Know #Lee Minho | Lee Know is a Little Shit #CouchCuddles #everybody cuddles #I gave my best

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Every now and then, it just so happened that all the members got together and watched a few movies at night. It was a rare occasion. There were eight of them after all. At least one of them happened to be occupied. It was a shame. It also was a miracle that they were having two days off. Like completely off. They could all just chill out and take a breath. They needed it. They really did.

They ordered Pizza. They found a few films they still haven’t watched but were interested and they all just wanted a quite night with each other. The exhausted atmosphere just contributed to their sitting arrangement. The huge couch in their dorm was still not big enough to fit them all onto it. So, in front of the couch, they laid out a few of their mattresses. Everybody had at least one blanket and minimum two pillows. Some of them had their plushies with them.

Chan cuddled with Jeongin, Hyunjin cuddled with Seungmin, Felix cuddled with Changbin, and Han sat with his back to Minho’s chest. Minho’s arms were wrapped around Han’s tiny waist under his oversized sweater. Felix laid on top of Changbin. Hyunjin forced Seungmin’s arms around his neck from behind and relaxed against his chest and Jeongin had his head in Chan’s lap. They were all comfortable. In the first few hours, some of them changed places quite a few times. Everybody wanted the comfort of the others.

Everybody changed seats, but Minho and Han. Sometimes on of the others would join them for a while, but they were in their little world again – how the other members liked to say. They were right. Minho and Han still watched the movie in silence and completely relaxed. They also enjoyed the company of the others, but they needed this skinship to regenerate. They needed each other.

The movie went on and right after Felix came with the idea of watching the whole Harry Potter series. Some of them were groaning because it was already late and they already watched four films, but they agreed that it was the best opportunity to fall asleep while watching. “Great!” Felix shouted excited. “I get new drinks, any wishes?” he continued. Everybody ordered and watched as the blonde disappeared in the kitchen. The rest of them planned to fool the Australian by acting asleep when he came back. It didn’t work out because they just knew each other good enough and Felix attacked everybody with cuddles to “wake” them.

Everybody got more excited after that joke and the mood build up again. Hyunjin and Bang Chan casted spells against each other while Seungmin got comfortable between Innie and Changbin. The first film started, and the night went on.

Everything was rather quiet. At least for them. There were only a few chatters over the scenes and almost no fighting out of fun. Lee Know and Han were the ones that just didn’t move at all. Han sat in Minho’s lap the whole time. Minho’s hands were under Han’s sweater, and nothing changed. Occasionally they whispered to each other but that wasn’t anything unusual. Jisung laid a blanket over them and was almost completely hidden for everybody else. It didn’t matter for Han. He was already tired and the warmth behind him didn’t really help. Minho’s scent did the rest. He felt his eyes slowly dropping and drifted off to the unknown.

About half an hour later – it felt longer for Han – he slowly woke up again. A weird sensation inside his stomach. Excitement and desire. He opened his eyes and looked around. When he noticed the other members around him, he quickly lifted his knees slightly to cover up his bulge. His heart started to beat faster. How? Why? His sluggish mind tries to comprehend the situation. This is when…

… he felt the hands on his nipples and a soft moan left his lips. Luckily a rather loud fighting scene played on the TV in front and drowned his voice out. His hands snapped to Minho’s and held him at place. Jisung turned his face to the older one. This menace really had the audacity to smirk at him. He leaned down to Han’s ear and whispered. “I really want you right now. Let me make you come, Jagi.” Han bit his lips to hinder another sound coming out his mouth. “Don’t make a sound, we don’t want the others to find out, right?” Minho laughed slightly and started to twist his nipples again. Jisung’s body responded automatically. His dick pulsed inside his wide shorts. Han loosened the grip of his hands and allowed his boyfriend to continue. It was too late anyway. Han Jisung was hard as a rock and just wanted to come. Lee Know was a kinky bastard and he knew that from the beginning. So, he should have figured that falling asleep in front of him wasn’t the best decision.

Han tried to concentrate on the movie, but those fingers never left his nipples. The older one just knew exactly how to touch him and make him fall apart. It was embarrassing. The other members were around him and enjoyed a movie and behind them Han Jisung was falling apart because his nipples got played with. Han enjoyed it. It was exciting. It was new. Not the nipple play, Minho loved to play with his rose-colored nubs. But they never tried anything in front of their brothers. They all knew about them, but some things should stay private. So, Han fought. He really fought to stay quiet. He never was quiet. All those years masturbating he never made a sound but his first time with Minho and he was practically screaming in pleasure. Ever since then he couldn’t stay quiet anymore, especially with Minho. The older boy just knew exactly what he needed to do to destroy Han.

“Don’t touch yourself. You can come anytime, but just from your nipples.” The dominator said while pinching and slightly scratching Jisung’s sensible chest area. Han’s eyes closed and his head fell onto Minho’s shoulder. Han guessed that Minho didn’t know how close Han already were.

“Come in front of them. And when we are done here, I’ll take you to bed and rail you into the mattress.” Lee Know didn’t let up. His movements became stronger, harder, faster. He slightly kissed and bit the neck under Han’s ear and left small red marks on him. Jisung clawed his hands into the blanket.

“I want to see you cry. This is going to be a long night. Let me take care of you.” A bit to the ear and a twist of his nipples and he came. He shot his cum inside his pants with full body pulsations. Lee Know also didn’t stop playing which kept Han inside of the orgasm. Again, He moaned out loud, but God must have mercy on him and covered the sound again with the noises from the TV.

“Good boy. You did great. I love you, Jagi. I’ll get the rest later. Take a rest first.” And with that.. Han fell asleep on Minho’s shoulder. His pants drenched in cum and his nipples sensitive as ever that even the touch of the fabric of the sweater overwhelming was.

#minsung - Freeform #Nipple Play #Nipple kink #Voyeurism #orgasm through nipple play #Non-Consensual Voyeurism #Dom/sub Undertones #minsung #stray kids #Dirty Talk #The author is regrets nothing #I wrote this instead of sleeping #author is sleep deprived #plot what plot/porn without plot #bottom Han jisung #Han jisung is whipped #han jisung is a mess #lee minho is whipped #top lee minho #lee minho is a little shit #couch cuddles #everybody cuddles #i gave my best #lee minhoe #lee know

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Under my Wings Part 1

The pull on my flesh was just too strong

Stifled the choice and the air in my lungs

Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie

'Cause when I open my body I breathe in a lie

He did it. He fought. With himself. All the time. He knew the rules. He knew how to be a good son. How to be a good angel. He knew exactly what he needed to do. Father didn’t want to listen. Not to him. Why was everybody pretending that he would be the favorite? He was not. He was the threat. Their father knew that he needed him distant.

For all he cares. Their father could think of him what he wanted. However why was it, that his equal’s sins were ignored. He even was praised!

He wasn’t concerned about himself. He was concerned about the children. How were these pure beings supposed to grow up untainted and wholesome? How? – When one of their highest brothers treated them like slaves.

It was another day in the Celestial Realm. It was the same voice echoing through the halls. It was the same aggression. It was the same whimpering. It was the same reason.

And it was, once again, Lucifer to bring an end to the situation. Nobody else even dared to think about interrupting the great enraged archangel.

“How often do I have to tell you to listen when I explain something?! When will you learn your place?! When will you finally break and obey me?! When you keep this act up... I swear to our father… I will not hesitate to-..”

“Michael, that’s enough!” roared his deep voice through the room. The blonde slowly lifted his gaze to the source of the interruption. “Took you quite long today. Do you finally lose interest in this nuisance?” He turned again to the young angel. “See? It is just a matter of time that father will decide that your existence is not advantageous.”

“I said enough!”

A bright light appeared, and the dark-haired angel rose slightly into the air. His wings towered gracefully. His red eyes shined unnaturally clear, just like his holy grail.

The blonde one grinned smugly before he mimicked the show of his equal. “What do you think your doing? Just because you’re his favorite?! You can’t always get what you want, Lucifer! Your arrogance is getting the better of you!” Michael mocked.

While Lucifer remained calm and graceful, Michael was laughing almost manically. He tried everything to provoke a reaction from his brother, the eyesore. He came dangerously close, and the simple power of the archangels attracted many surrounding angels.

Before Michael could do his next move, a loud thunder opened the clouds above them. The scenery changed drastically. The bright white walls disappeared, and a huge throne hall was built. Stairs brought the way to the throne where he sat. His loud voice rang out over the clouds.

“Enough!”

Michael stopped in his tracks and distanced himself from his brother. Both turned to their father and bowed slightly. “What is the reason of this, Michael?” The blonde rose and spoke steady. “Lucifer again disturbed the training of this young angel. He did so many times before and prevents me from making progress with him. At this rate this one will never get the chance to grow into one of our soldiers.”

And I will not speak of your sins

There was a way out for him

The mirror shows not

Your values are all shot

“Lucifer?” The father asked. Lucifer quickly rose and stood straight. Loudly he answered. “Father, I, Bringer of the Dawn, Lucifer the Morningstar, demand that this very student is transferred under my wings.” The father finally looked at the young angel who still bowed to his knees. “Why is that? Is there something that is bothering you?” The father asked. “There is.” Lucifer paused and slightly watched how the blonde archangel grit his teeth. “The light brought him to me. I feel it in my soul. It pains me to see the one I love under the wings of my equal when I know that he is supposed to be mine.” Michael sharply breathed in. The child looked up confused.

“So, I beg you father. Allow me to get what is mine and teach your ways.” Lucifer bowed deep as he awaited his father’s response.

“Then so be it.” He spoke loudly. “Child rise.” He did. “I put you under the wings of my precious son and your exceptional brother from this moment on. You must honor and follow his gracious step. You are his. You are a part of him. Show your guardian respect and loyalty and great things will follow.” Big eyes inspected his new guardian. The father was not done yet. “What is your name, my son?” A nervous tremble left the mouth of the child. “My name is Mammon, Father.” He again bowed slightly. His hands play with his fingers.

“Michael, from this day on. Your student and brother, Mammon will not be under your wings anymore and never will. I expect from you to let him go as a guardian with grace and respect to your brother Lucifer… Now, small Mammon go to your guardian and follow his step.” With that, the father disappeared and so did the throne hall. They were surrounded by clouds and a pavilion. A calm stream flowed through soft grass.

The boy with white hair, just like the clouds, reached for the hand of his new guardian and was welcomed with warmth and safety.

So crawl on my belly ′til the sun goes down

I′ll never wear your broken crown

I took the road and I fucked it all away

Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace?

#obey me #shall we date mammon #Lucifer #Lucifer shall we date #Angst #Hurt/comfort #Not good in tagging #Shall we date obey me

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pspspspspsps sanji’s emotional vulnerability pspspspsp

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childhood abandonment moment

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so that new Film Red trailer huh

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Mugiwara’s hand

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