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if you want you could imagine brushing hongjoong's hair out of his eyes gently as he huffs out a breathy laugh before leaning in to kiss you, his teeth scraping your bottom lip gently and one of his hands coming up to wrap around the back of your neck. his rings definitely feel cool against your warm skin...

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hey! don't take this weird, but were you lunarbaechu? its just cause you have lunar in your name and I remember that account lol

That wasn't me but OMG I also remember that account now that you mention it. That username is seared into the recesses of my mind for some reason.

#hey!hannah #it was a great account #and I love irene

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Hii, can I please request an ateez reaction to his crush (who's also his best friend) being friends with benefits with another member? Thank uu

Thanks for the request!! You can find it [here]

#requests

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ATEEZ REACTION TO THEIR BFF HOOKING UP/BEING FWB WITH ANOTHER MEMBER

anon said: Hii, can I please request an ateez reaction to his crush (who's also his best friend) being friends with benefits with another member? Thank uu

warnings: sexual themes, language

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Seonghwa: Seonghwa likes to pretend he's above playing truth or dare, but he's four shots in and sitting in the circle almost giddy as he watches the bottle spin to land on the next person. Wooyoung had just gone, daring San to drink a tablespoon of hot sauce and San was spinning the bottle.

"Y/N!" San yelled, words slurring together ever so slightly. The glazed look in his eyes was enough to know he was truly drunk. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Your last dare had been to dunk your sock in the toilet so you stood to loose a lot. Like your other sock.

"Okay, um. Have you ever... hooked up with Seonghwa. Be honest. You two are friends so..."

Seonghwa nearly choked on air. He coughed dryly, eyes going wide as he tried to signal San to shut the fuck up before he told everyone Seonghwa was one smile away from falling in love with you.

"No, we've never hooked up. But Hongjoong and I have when we were friends with benefits." Okay, maybe you were drunk, too.

Hongjoong giggled and Seonghwa felt like he was going to throw up, and the liquor couldn't even be blamed for it.

"But! I like someone else," you whispered, leaning closer to Seonghwa. The image of the two of you have sex, you riding him, replaced the horrific image of you having sex with Hongjoong in his head.

Needless to say your second time having sex with Seonghwa was when he was your boyfriend and you were both sober.

Hongjoong: Hongjoong like to pride himself as the perfect gentleman and someone who knew how to woo the person he liked. He bought little trinkets or treats he found on his way home from schedules in convenience stores or subways stations because he kept finding things that made him think of you. He remembered special events and days, always asking how things went after a presentation at school or a tough day at work. He would have done this simply because he was your best friend, but he also did it because he loved you as something more.

So when Yunho called him, frantic, at 2am one morning to tell him the two of you had hooked up and he maybe sort of probably liked you, Hongjoong felt first happy that you were getting some and then something like terrified and frustrated - terristrated? - that he wasn't the one to give you everything.

"Yunho, call down, my God. It's okay. Did Y/N say anything?"

"No, no. Called a taxi. Work tomorrow or something." Hongjoong knew. He had your schedule memorized after accidentally calling you during a work meeting once. "But I think Y/N likes someone else."

"Oh?" Hongjoong tried, and failed, to sound neutral. Yunho didn't offer more and Hongjoong simply told him to sleep it off and think about it tomorrow after he was rested.

After the phone call from Hell, he texted you.

hongjoongie joong: yunho? woof

you: rude as hell

you: but no, not yunho anymore

hongjoongie joong: you don't have to tell me

you: damn and here i was going to confess to you in the most romantic moment after i fucked your best friend and band mate

hongjoongie joong: you have me blushing and giggling and kicking my feet fr

you: take me out on a date and i'll really have you giggling and blushing and kicking your feet

hongjoongie joong: seriously?

you: yes

you: unless you don't want to

you: but when I was thinking of you the whole time i was with Yunho it was a sign from the universe or whatever

you: i'm off at 5:30

hongjoongie joong: i know. i'll be there to pick you up for our date!

Your first date with Hongjoong was like every other time you went out with your best friend, but this time you could kiss him. He would still be your best friend first but now, he would be your boyfriend second. He also never stopped giving you shit for it taking having sex with Yunho to realize you liked him, forever destined to be "cliché loser" in his phone.

Yunho: Yunho had picked you up from your apartment for your monthly "terrible cooking show remake" where you would try and make the recipe as seen on a cooking show. No rewinding, no saving the recipe, no looking it up. The food was pretty hit or miss, but watching you frustrated, chewing on your lip with furrowed brows was worth eating even the worst recreations.

Currently he was trying to goad you into doing karaoke in the car with him. His favorite pastime was teasing you and trying to get you to roll your eyes at him. God, you were cute.

You were distracted, though, your phone buzzing incessantly in your lap. You had been ignoring it until now.

"Fuckboy is an outdated term now, isn't it?" you asked Yunho, locking your phone after turning off the ringer.

"Yeah it totally is, you old hag," he joked, reaching over to squeeze your arm to show he really was only joking. "Why?"

"I hook up with Wooyoung once, drunk, and he keeps trying to hook up again now that he knows I'm coming over today."

Yunho nearly crashed the damn car. His hand jerked involuntarily before he gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. He lifted his arm from the center console where it had been resting to grab the wheel with both hands. You may be his best friend but he also desperately loved you.

"Didn't know you were that good at sex," he mumbled, going for joking and sounding much more hurt.

You furrowed your brows at his comment. "Why? You asking for a demonstration?" Part of you was joking but the other part seriously meant it. You may have hooked up with Wooyoung but it was purely sex. With Yunho you felt nervous that any move to show that you liked him as more than a friend would harm your friendship. But you swore that he was... jealous. Jealous that you'd slept with Wooyoung.

Yunho's grip had tightened impossibly more on the steering wheel after your comment. "Don't say things you don't mean."

"I meant it. Mean it."

Your monthly cooking was put off. You also found out just how well Yunho could fuck you. Best friend-turned boyfriend Yunho knew exactly which buttons to push to make you moan.

Yeosang: Yeosang was one step away from buying noise cancelling headphones, and if he had to listen to San's bed frame smack against the wall one more time he was going to use San's credit card to buy the headphones. He wasn't expecting the others to be celibate but he was asking for a little respect.

yeo yeo: guess who is fucking again!!!

you: not you based on the fact that you're texting me!!!

yeo yeo: i'm blocking u :)

you: do it :)

yeo yeo: he can't seriously be that good

you: he's okay

Yeosang shot upright in bed as he read your message. There was no way you, his best friend and the light of his life (and his crush but whatever), had had sex with his friend and bandmate AND HADN'T TOLD HIM.

yeo yeo: you're so fake

yeo yeo: when?

you: few months ago

you: we were fwb for a while but it was nothing to write home about so I didn't tell you

Yeosang called you, paying no mind to the slamming on the wall.

"He's got a good rhythm," was all you said when you picked up.

"Y/N..."

"Yeah it was for about and month and that was all it needed to be. I dunno... It was kinda weird because he's your friend and I didn't have any feelings for him. I'm not sure he and I are even friends so it wasn't truly "friends with benefits". And I learned I don't do casual hookups."

"Oh, so not a waste, then," Yeosang teased. He felt mildly ill at the thought of you having sex with San, his stomach clenching uncomfortably. He tried to push the feeling down knowing he had no right to be upset.

"But," oh, God, why was he still talking, "I could do better."

Your heart jumped to your throat. "I'm not sure why you're not at my place right now."

Yeosang was totally better than San ever was. No offense to San...

Mingi: Mingi had watched for a whole year as you pined after Yeosang. It was hard, especially when Mingi was pretty sure he was in love with you. But he was your best friend, and you were his, so he listened to you whine and complain that Yeosang didn't like you back even when Mingi assured you he did. He had also had the duty of getting the two of you together for a first date.

You and Yeosang had gone on a grand total of three dates before the dates stopped and you and Yeosang just hung out at the dorm or with the others. The pining and crushing had seemed to end, but you never told Mingi why. You just said that it hadn't worked out but that you found you liked Yeosang as a friend. Not a best friend, of course. Nobody could replace Mingi.

Mingi never pried, but he wondered. He wondered when he saw Yeosang and you together, as the two of you laughed, and he wondered when he was overly tired and lacking a filter. Which is probably why he finally asked Yeosang.

"We didn't really have romantic feelings. And we weren't sexually compatible."

Sexually compatible... Mingi probably should have left it at that but he'd texted you instead, despite it being three in the morning. It woke you up.

light of my life: you and yeosang hooked up?

you: it's not hooking up if you were dating at the time right?

light of my life: but it didn't work?

you: obviously not

you: why?

light of my life: why didn't it work?

you: idk mingi probably because your name in my phone is light of my life and i thought about you the entire time

you: goodnight

Not even thirty minutes later the doorbell to your apartment rang incessantly. You pulled yourself out of bed and opened the door to find Mingi, eyes slightly drooping with sleep but otherwise alert.

"You're mad at me?"

"It's not how I wanted to confess, Mingi. Yeosang was helping me plan how to confess to you."

"He knew?" Mingi sounded slightly pained at the idea.

"Yes, Mingi. We went on a few dates but the romance wasn't there. We had sex but were on completely different rhythms. He called it before I did. We're lucky he's our friend, Mingi. He deserves so much."

"We'll send him a thank you card, then."

And then he was kissing you, warm lips pressed against yours and tongue swiping at your lips.

"Can I come in?"

San: San knew what made his friends tick. He knew what foods everyone liked, their favorite colors, he had birthdays written down, and he knew their fears. He knew their partners and he knew their crushes. Except yours, he didn't know who exactly you liked but he took you telling him as a good sign for his own chances with you. He may be your best friend but he also hoped to be your boyfriend eventually.

What he didn't know was that you and Jongho had hooked up once. Jongho wasn't planning on telling anyone but when the boys were teasing him about being a virgin (they knew he wasn't) and San joined in (to be a little shit) Jongho couldn't help but tease San back.

"Ask Y/N. Y/N knows for sure I'm not a virgin."

San stopped immediately as the other boys "ooh"-ed and giggled like prepubescent boys. No way. No fucking way. Did you have a crush on Jongho and that's why you didn't tell him.

The thought stuck in the back of his head, but he couldn't figure out when to bring it up. It's hard to casually say "Hey, Y/N is the reason you haven't told me who you like is because you like Jongho and you're afraid I'll tell him and it's not that you secretly like me and want me to be your boyfriend, right?" Best friend or not, it's a little off-putting to say all of that, bordering on deranged.

But it did come up when the two of you were tipsy and watching reality TV. And it wasn't classy at all.

"Why didn't you tell me you hooked up with Jongho," San practically whined as he draped himself across your lap.

You laughed and carded a hand through his hair. "It didn't mean anything."

"It's because you know I like you."

Your hand nearly stilled, your nails scratching his scalp distractedly as you took in what your best friend and the one you loved most said. You hadn't known he liked you before, instead harboring your own romantic feelings for him to yourself.

"Tell me you like me in the morning and we'll go from there," you replied, turning your attention back to the TV.

Exchanging confessions sober was much more exhilarating. So was the sex that came after.

Wooyoung: Wooyoung often cooks while you prep veggies or sit and watch him and catch him up on all the gossip from your workplace. He never has any idea who any of these people are but he's always enthusiastically listening as you describe the ridiculous email someone sent you or the time your boss let everyone go home early because he was hungover and wanted to go home.

It's a weekly tradition. You've only missed it once when you had a date, which he tried not to feel jealous about. He liked you, as more than a friend, and he always felt the cooking nights were dates in their own right. Your date the one time must not have gone well because you never went on a second or, now that he thinks about it, any other date ever.

The thought occurs to him as you recount the horrifying first date details your coworker had shared with you - including a terrible drunk-induced serenade on the sidewalk - when he blurts it out.

"What happened to that guy you went on a date with that one time? What was his name?"

You clicked your tongue and sighed. "Seonghwa."

"Seonghwa. As in the Seonghwa I know and live with?"

"Do you know another Seonghwa?"

Wooyoung shook his head and put aside the spoon he was stirring the broth with. He lowered the temperature on the stovetop and stared at you, wiggling his eyebrows. "Details please."

"You want me to give you details about... sex with Seonghwa?"

"No way he put out on the first date!" Wooyoung shouted as you shushed him laughing.

"He did! I'm just that hot! It was good sex, but it wasn't what either of us wanted."

Wooyoung tried to catch on to your words but he was trying not to imagine you having sex period because then he would think about he and you having sex and then he would probably pop a boner and damn that would border on embarrassing probably.

"Oh my, God," you totally clocked him, "you're thinking about me having sex right now aren't you!"

Wooyoung didn't blush, but maybe he turned a little pink. "What, my best friend's hot..."

"You've already wined and dined me... just ask me out," you said lowly, not at all teasing.

Wooyoung saw it in your eyes, the way they turned soft and slightly hooded.

"Y/N, will you go out with me? As in a romantic date?"

You and Wooyounng were much more compatible.

Jongho: Twenty questions was for losers according to Jongho. Thank god you and Jongho were losers.

It had started out with you jokingly asking him to play, rattling off three questions before Jongho finally jumped in to make you stop asking him what his credit card number was, what the expiration date on his card was, and if he could tell you the CVV on the back. He made sure to tell you you were a loser for playing, but he asked questions back, too. He would do anything for you as your best friend. Oh, and also because he was in love with you.

"What's your date of birth?" he asked, sighing over the phone loudly.

"You going to ask for my social security number next?" you joked. "Come on! Ask good questions. Ask juicy ones."

You could practically hear Jongho rolling his eyes over the phone. "Who was the last person you kissed?"

"Juicy!"

"You're avoiding the question."

"Mingi."

"What! When?" Jongho yelled.

"It's my turn. Who is the last person you kissed?"

"My mother on the cheek. When?"

"When we may or may not have hooked up last month."

"Oh my, God. You told me you were helping film Mingi's dance practice before you came to see me!" Jongho pushed down the jealousy in his chest. "Are you telling me not to touch the couch in the dance practice room now?"

"Yes and also it's my turn. Are you mad?"

"No." The answer was immediate.

"You sound upset."

"I'm not upset."

"You sound it," you replied softly.

"I'm just a little hurt you didn't tell me. You don't have to tell me everything but you're my best friend and he's also my friend."

"That's the only reason?"

Jongho stayed silent for a whole minute. "No. I like you Y/N. You know that."

"I didn't know. I just hoped you did."

"You can't say that over the phone. I'm taking you on a date tomorrow."

Mingi, when he found out you and Jongho were dating, begged Jongho to get him a gift for getting the two of you together. Jongho offered only a foot up his ass.

Respectfully, of course.

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if anyone has the full kpwt2023 wtf show I am begging to please be sent it fr

#fell asleep and missed it even though I had tickets for the livestream #that’s just how February has gone though lmao #anyway! #I love KinnPorsche and their silly goofy world tours #dl

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SPN’s “make destiel canon then immediately send cas to super hell” walked so Teen Wolf’s “make sterek vaguely canon then immediately kill Derek off the same way his whole family was killed” could run

#y’all…. my teen wolf writing days #I refuse to watch that stupid ass movie #but I am rewatching the show…. and reading ****** fanfic on ao3 #teen wolf said we can’t get away with the homophobia like we did in the early to mid 2010s…. #we gotta try a new tactic: queerbating #text #reblog

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For the drabble game may I ask Choi San and spring?

Hope you are doing well, drink and eat plenty and thank you so much! ~☆

Ateez’s Choi San + Spring 🌸

He was grinning at you, his eyes crinkled, as you tugged on your shoes. You could only sigh and roll your eyes. San had called you late last night, excited, and asked you to see the spring blossoms with him. It was still early spring and the blossoms were in full bloom. That’s how San ended up at your place early in the morning, camera in one hand and his other hand free to hold your hand. He  was wearing a tight black t-shirt and pants that.... didn’t matter. He was handsome, as usual, but he was going to be cold in the early spring weather wearing just the t-shirt. 

“You're going to get cold if you don’t bring a jacket....” you tried, but he just giggled. Honest to everything he GIGGLED. You bit your cheek to stop the smile threatening to spill across your lips at your boyfriend’s endearing habits. Instead, you gestured for him to lead the way out of your place. 

If you had a dollar for every single time you were right and your boyfriend was wrong you would probably have at least seven dollars. Halfway through your walk through the blossoming trees by the river he was complaining of the cold.

“Y/NNNNNN,” he whined, swinging your clasped hands wildly just to annoy you. “I’m cold.”

You turned to him, eyebrows raised. “Yeah? If only someone had warned you that you’d be cold before we left...” 

He smiled sheepishly, dropping his head slightly. Looking up at you through his eyelashes he said, “I know one way I could warm up...”

You pushed his forehead away lightly and he laughed. Gripping you tighter, he pulled you into him, your fronts pressed to together, and veered off the path to find a patch of grass before sitting down and pulling you with him. He wriggled his arms into your jacket, his cold hands grazing your arms and making you yelp lightly. 

“If I brought a jacket I couldn’t do this,” he whispered, placing a kiss against your cheek. He had planned every second of your day, right down to having an excuse to hold you.

If you had a dollar for every single time Choi San conned his way deeper into your heart you would be rich. 

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hello hello let’s do a drabble game!

send me a member of bts, ateez, stray kids, or enhypen + a season!!

#bts #ateez #stray kids #and #enhypen #bc I’ve been reading a lot of fanfic about yr and heartstopper lately so I want to diversify #drabble #kpop

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vegas sitting down by the edge of the pool and putting his feet in WITHOUT rolling up his pants????? unhinged

#sure he’s a killer or whatever #I can excuse that he’s hot he’s doing what he does best #but THIS???? #disgusting and unhinged #good luck Pete #kinnporsche #incapable of shutting up about this show I can’t even write anything bc this show has me in such a chokehold #can think of nothing else BUT this show #dl

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kinnporsche is the next level of “i’m being sold to One Direction” 

#porsche having to give himself up and back his bag to pay back debts #falling in love with kinn aka his new owner #it's all too good and early 2010s #kinnporsche has be in a chokehold and i've gotta be honest #like the show MUCH more than the novel #kinn in the novel has no redeeming qualities honest to god #dl

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ATEEZ REACTION TO YOU POINTING AT THEIR LAP...

Seonghwa: He was spread across the couch, his jeans still on and hugging the curves of his thighs. He’d collapsed on the couch the second he had gotten home, barely even bothering to put his shoes by the front door. Obviously he was tired, but, God, his thighs just looked so good in his jeans. Walking over, you stood in front of him, bumping his knee with your own. He peeked on eye open to look up before immediately moving to wrap his arms around your waist. Chin on your stomach, he waited for you to say something. 

Instead, you only pointed to his lap and asked, “Is this seat taken?” 

A slow smile spread across his face and he threw his head back slightly to laugh. He quickly placed a kiss on your abdomen before moving back to lean against the couch, his arms open to you. 

“This seat is always open for you, baby.”

And he was pulling you down onto his lap. Oh, and his thighs felt as amazing as they looked...

Hongjoong: Usually you could find Hongjoong in the studio, his hat backwards and his headphones clamped firmly on his head to work on a new song. Today was no different. He was so focused on his screen he didn’t even hear you come in, jumping in his seat slightly as you touched his shoulder to signal your arrival. 

“I’m sorry, I have a few more things to do...” 

You got the hint, sitting down on the couch and reclining back to watch him work. But with the way his jaw was clenched and he was so focused on his work, his fingers drumming his desk idly, you found your mind wandering. When he leaned back in his chair to listen to his work, you took the opportunity to stand and move in-between him and the screen. He quirked an eyebrow at you, sucking in his lower lip. 

“Is this seat taken?” you gestured vaguely to his lap. 

He simply spread his legs and you moved to straddle him, ignoring the way the your legs were pinched against the arms of the chair. Immediately, his arms came to wrap around you and his lips were quick to find yours. 

“Hmmm, this can be your seat always from now on.”

Yeosang: Movie night with the boys meant being snuggled against your boyfriend and the hard arm of the couch. As much as you loved the boys, you were tired of being acquainted with the harsh end of the couch, so you’d purposefully taken longer than usual to get snacks as all of the others settled into their respective spots. Yeosang has the displeasure of sitting against the armrest, and although you felt a twinge of guilt you couldn’t help but thank God that that wasn’t you. One problem: there was no spot left for you to actually sit in. The cushions on the floor were claimed, the chairs were claimed, and the couch was claimed. 

Walking toward the group you placed the snacks down. You noticed Mingi trying to move to make space for you, but all he got was a smack on the leg from Yunho who was pushed against the other arm of the couch. 

Looking at your boyfriend, you pointed at his lap. “Is this seat taken? I think it’s the only free one.” 

San “ooohed” just to be annoying, but Yeosang only quirked an eyebrow at you and cocked his head to the side. 

“No, actually it’s reserved for Wooyoung. Better luck next time.”

So, you simply turned to Mingi, pointed to his lap, and before you could even get the works out you were pulled down onto Yeosang’s lap forcefully. He caged his arms around you and placed a hot kiss on the back of your neck, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, “I know you wouldn’t dare, baby.” 

Needless to say, you had no idea what the movie was about....

Yunho: Something about the way Yunho looked when he danced was so enticing. Sure, his body looked amazing and his movements always seemed os perfect, but there was something else. Maybe it was the way he was focused on himself in the mirror, his eyes flitting from one movement to the next. Or the way he pushed his sweaty hair off of his forehead. Or the way he rolled his sleeves up during breaks. Whatever it was, it had you falling more and more in love with him... not that you’d tell him that. 

He was sitting against the mirror and talking softly with Wooyoung, their heads bent together as they watched over the choreography video. Deciding you had had enough waiting, you walked over to the boys, standing in the space between Yunho’s spread legs. He looked up and hummed, his eyes tracing your figure. 

“Is this seat taken?” You pointed vaguely to his lap, your eyes focusing on the way his sweatpants outlined the tops of his thighs. 

He wiggled his eyebrows at you, spreading his legs further apart. “I think it’s about to be taken by your nice, perfect, amazing a-”

Wooyoung fake gagged as you sat down, resting your back against his chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, his hands running up and down your arms softly. As much of a tease as he was, he was also soft. At least, he was unless you wiggled in his lap too much...

Mingi: The things that made Mingi shy never seemed to be consistent. One day kissing his cheek would make him blush a deep red, and the next day you could kiss his cheek and he’d somehow manage to turn it into a full-on make-out session. It just made it a fun game to see what made Mingi embarrassed and shy and what didn’t. Each day, you tried something new. One day you had tried running your up his abs lightly as you’d hugged him from behind; you’d gotten a deep blush from that. The next day you ran your hands through his hair as he laid on your lap, earning a deep sigh and a heavily sleeping boy for the next hour and a half, but not a single ounce of red blush. 

Today, you were sitting next to him on his bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone as he did the same beside you. Turning to him, you had your next idea. 

“Is this seat taken?” you asked, wiggling your eyebrows and pointing at his lap. 

The blush that spread across his cheeks was amazing, a small victory. 

“Come here,” he said gruffly, pulling you onto his lap quickly. His lips were on yours, before he buried his head into your neck, sighing deeply. “I think you’re going to kill me by being so cute.”

San: San had been the first one to ask you “is this seat taken” when pointing at your lap. He’d done it one day as you were sitting on the couch, waiting for the food he had ordered to arrive. When you hadn’t answered, he’d collapsed onto your lap anyway, dramatically wrapping himself around you. 

Now you were waiting for the perfect moment to get him back. It wasn’t to be mean, but you did love to tease your boyfriend a bit. Whenever you got him to smile and show off his dimples it was a job well done. And you were in luck, because today seemed to be the perfect day to pop the question. You were carrying bags inside the waiting room - food for the staff, some snacks, and a bag of important clothes San had left at your place - when you saw him sitting on the couch half asleep. Walking over to him, you asked as sweetly as you could muster, “Is this seat taken?” When he opened one eye briefly, you gestured to his lap. 

He cocked an eyebrow and closed his eye, leaning back further to give you access to his lap. “For you? Always.”

You dropped your bags directly into his lap, causing him to let out an “oof” and jolt upwards. He stared, dumbfounded and mouth slightly open, between you and the bags you had dumped on his lap. Then, he smiled, closing his eyes tightly like he did whenever he was amused, before fixing you with a mock-serious glare.

“Lap privileges revoked.”

That lasted all of one day before he was pulling you down onto his lap to snuggle as the two of you watched a movie together.

Wooyoung: Sitting on Wooyoung’s lap was a dangerous game to play. Half the time it would be just for simple cuddles, but then he’d start blowing into your ear and tickling you and the moment would be ruined. Other times he would grind up against you and pretend he wasn’t doing it, leaving you so frustrated you would have to beg him to fuck you. Sometimes, on the off-chance he was tired, he would simply hold you tightly on his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head snuggled into your shoulder. 

This time you had a goal in mind. Wooyoung was sitting on the couch, slumped agains the cushions with his legs open. Gesturing innocently to Wooyoung’s lap, you asked, “Is this seat taken?”

His head shot up, and he nodded, putting his phone down to give you his attention. You straddled his legs comfortably, grinding down slightly as you got situated on his lap. His hands came up to grip your hips tightly, helping you grind down. You leaned in to peck his lips, purposefully grinding down harder agains this crotch. You were rewarded with a low moan. 

Running your hands through his hair and tugging, you kissed him deeply, allowing him to maneuver your hips however he pleased. When you finally had to break for air, you simply slid off of his lap quickly, amused by his flushed cheeks, red lips, and obvious bulge.

“Deal with it yourself. That’s what you get for giving me a wet willy!”

Lots of groveling on his part was done that evening and you eventually ended up spending the night at his place.

Jongho: He still liked to look cool in front of the other members. That meant minimum PDA with them and, please, for his sake, no suggestive jokes around them. The two of you had gotten caught making out once and he’d almost died, so he wasn’t sure he could survive much more. 

The problem? He was practically irresistible. From his hair that was so soft to the touch and tempting you to run your hands through it, to his mouth which was so sweet when he smiled and made you want to kiss him, to his hands which always traced patterns against your skin absentmindedly and held you tightly... If he wasn’t so perfect your life would be a lot easier. 

You were sure the two of you were alone when you went to join him on the couch and asked, jokingly, if the seat on his lap was taken. He laughed, closing his eyes tightly and smiling widely before he beckoned you to come sit, poking fun at how irresistible he must be.

“Oooooh get a room!” Yeosang joked, walking through the room to the kitchen. 

You were suddenly toppling forward, Jongho grabbing you slightly as he stood up in embarrassment. Too late he realized the only way to catch you was to... grab your boob. Straight on. Yeosang turned back and wrinkled his nose.

“Now you seriously need to get a room,” he said, gesturing to the way Jongho was groping you.

From that moment on Jongho let you touch him however you wanted because he said, and you quote, it couldn’t be worse than having Yeosang see him “honk your boob”. 

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EYE ON THE TARGET [3]

Summary: Your father gave Jungkook a lengthy set of rules when Jungkook was hired as your personal bodyguard. The list included no-brainers like: don’t let Y/N out of your sight, don’t let Y/N get hurt, and Y/N comes first. What your father did not outline in the rules, however, was whether Jungkook was allowed to fall in love with you or not. Good thing he didn’t…

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Warnings: language

taglist:  @ggsmashgg @not-really-sho @taehyungiev13 @hoodmeup @nyomiuwu @fairylightsandbts @nyomiuwu

“Guilt, dumbass. The dream is a manifestation of guilt.”

Jungkook sat, galled, on the plush chair in the laundry room and watched as the maid folded clothes rapidly. He had come to ask her to decipher the dream he’d had, only to be smacked in the face with the word “dumbass” at 8:30 in the morning.

“Well, I, um… I was upset about missing the time we had set for the meeting, sure. But, I don’t know, I just-” Jungkook sputtered, trying to recover. 

The maid snorted, plopping the folded laundry into a basket and moving toward the pile of what Jungkook could now tell was your underwear… unless your father wore lacy panties. Gross.

“Baby, you’re not upset about the meeting. You’re upset about liking the girl.”

Jungkook huffed. He didn’t like you, per say. He enjoyed your company, but liking you…

“If you’re going up to her room, could you bring this laundry with you? I still have more to do downstairs and want to save my knees a trip up and down the stairs.” 

Jungkook nodded, thankful that your underwear was not in the pile of clothes he had to bring up. He wasn’t sure he was ready to face you after missing your meeting last night or after hearing what the maid had said about him liking you. If he was also carrying your underwear when he saw you on top of all of that he might actually have passed away on the spot. He gratefully balanced the basket of shirts on his hip and swung by the kitchen to grab breakfast for you before he made his way up to your room. Knocking quietly as he had done the night before, he was surprised when the door swung open quickly. 

You let out a small “ah!”, not having heard the knock as you had opened the door on your way to meet with Jimin for a small study session before his morning class. You had, instead, had the displeasure - or was it really the pleasure - of standing face-to-chest with Jungkook. 

He cleared his throat and held out the plate of breakfast toward you. “Eat this before we go. And also I have laundry.”

You glanced up at him, noticing that he was avoiding your eyes. If he had truly meant to be malicious and pay you back for spraying him with water surely he wouldn’t look this guilty. But instead of asking him any questions about it, instead of showing your hurt, you schooled your face into a blank look.

“Jimin and I are eating out. You can just put the laundry by my bed.” You brushed by him, lightly grazing his shoulder and causing your laundry to nearly slip out of his hands. You felt slightly better watching him scramble behind you, practically throwing your laundry on the floor before hastily shutting your bedroom door and following you down the stairs. He shoved your breakfast at the closest maid with an apology before jogging in front of you to open the car door. You took that moment to admire his ass in his tight suit pants. 

Instead of getting into the side of the car Jungkook had opened up to you, you went around to get in the other side. Jungkook did not take the hint and instead slid into the back passenger seat beside you, nodding to the driver to pull out of the driveway once you had buckled your seatbelt. 

“I, last night, um. God, why is this so hard?” Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his messy but styled hair. The sharp lines of his forehead caught your attention briefly before his hair fell back over his forehead. You wanted nothing more than to kiss his temples lightly and tell him that it was okay. You were still annoyed, sure, but he looked practically distraught. 

He turned to face you more, his gaze hovering slightly over the top of your head. “Last night I was caught up in a meeting and I couldn’t even text to let you know that I couldn’t make it. I didn’t want to miss the time. I thought the staff meeting would be quick. Obviously it wasn’t, and when I knocked on your door you were asleep. I’m sorry.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you watched the slight blush creep up his neck at the confession before smoothing out. You smiled. He, despite his job to protect you, was actually going to be the death of you. 

“Jungkook, it’s fine. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I thought you were a petty bitch for the better part of this morning but don’t worry about it. You have a job, I don’t.”

“You have a job, too,” Jungkook mumbled. Then he looked you right in the eyes with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. His eyes glinted. “Your job is being mean and smart.” 

You fake gagged at his comment but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the right corner of your lips. 

The remainder of the ride to the cafe consisted of a battle to change the radio station, a contest to see who could have the most foot space, and a terrible game of messing with the car’s heater until you were sure you were boiling alive. Jungkook was a competitive fool, and even though you had scuffed his shoes and could see him sweating, he had persisted and managed to win every single unspoken challenge. 

You entered the cafe and briskly ordered your usual, spotting Jimin in the back corner focused on work. You were about to ruin that man’s concentration. 

“Hmm,” you hummed, sitting across from him. He looked up quickly, his eyes flitting between you and the figure of Jungkook sitting at the table behind you. 

“Oh, God. What?” he questioned, shutting his book to look at you.

“Heard my dad is putting on a masquerade ball for my birthday party and you are one of the catering staff again. You better wear that gray suit that makes your butt look good-” Jungkook choked on his water behind you - “because I am stealing you away for a dance.” 

JImin wiggled his eyebrows at you, bending in closer to discuss the party that was kind-of-supposed-to-be-a-secret-but wasn’t because your father practically yelled whenever he was on the phone with anyone so you’d heard about the plans a few days prior. 

“I heard Jin is going to be there this time, too. I know your dad is practically in love with Jin. ‘When are you getting married?’” Jimin mocked, mimicking your father’s question from a few months ago when Jin’s family had attended dinner at your house. 

You rolled your eyes and sat back in the chair, arms crossed. Jungkook took that moment to slam your drink on the table in front of you, startling you. You jolted, looking up at him with wide eyes. His mouth was set in a tight grimace and his forehead was scrunched cutely. He looked annoyed, probably because he’d had to get your drink for you. 

“Sorry,” he muttered, returning back to his seat to glower. 

Jimin picked up his phone and motioned for you to do the same. You felt like you were in high school again but still obliged. 

jimin <3: what’s up with lover boy

you: lover boy my ass

you: he’s probably annoyed because he’s had to actually work this morning 

jimin <3: sure, so it has nothing to do with you getting married to another man….

you: we’ve known each other less than a month I can assure you he’s not concerned about who I’m dating or going to marry 

jimin <3: idk

jimin <3: seemed pretty possessive yesterday when he pushed between us

you: don’t you have a test to study for loser

Jimin stuck his tongue out at you and took a large gulp from your drink for good measure. You nodded solemnly at him, pushing his book back open before grabbing his flashcards to help him go through the topic. 

Jungkook watched quietly from the table behind you. In reality, he couldn’t care less about Jimin’s psychology test or materials. He was stuck on the thought of you and some faceless man getting married. Sure, Jungkook wasn’t going to marry you, but the thought of another man standing beside you, helping you, joking with you constantly made him a little sick to his stomach and… 

Oh shit. 

Oh fuck. 

Jungkook swallowed thickly, glancing at you as you held up a flashcard and nodded encouragingly at your friend. He did like you. His guilt… he was supposed to protect you so that you could go on and get married to whomever you loved. He was supposed to support you silently. He absolutely was not supposed to feel the jealousy he currently felt in the pit of his stomach or the lightheadedness he felt whenever you made him laugh. 

Despite being on the job, he quietly slipped his phone out of his pocket. 

jungkook: i like her

taehyung: you’re an idiot 

taehyung: also oooooohhhh you have a cruuuuussshhhh 

The car ride home was silent. Jungkook seemed to be in a bad mood for some reason, so you didn’t push him. Instead, you watched as he got out of the car and didn’t even bother to open the door for you before walking inside of your house. You stared after him, perplexed. Boy hormones… ridiculous. 

“Jungkook!” Jungkook flinched at your father calling his name the second he stepped back over the threshold into your house. His eyes flickered up to see your father’s figure at the top of the staircase. “Visit me quickly before I have to leave.”

“Yes, sir?” Jungkook questioned after getting situated in your father’s office. He sat stiffly against the chair. 

“Y/N has a dress fitting later this afternoon, but we are choosing to bring the dresses here to save time. You may have the afternoon off.”

Jungkook blinked twice. Why, of all times, was he given the afternoon off? 

“Ah, yes, sir. Thank you.”

Your father nodded to Jungkook, and Jungkook took that as his queue to leave the room. Your father followed behind him, shaking his hand a little too tightly before calling for you to come see him off. You peered out from your room and bid your father goodbye, watching him walk down the stairs.

“Oooh, someone’s in trouble” you sing-songed from the hallway after your father had closed the front door behind him. 

Jungkook huffed. “No kidding. He’s making me sit through your dress fitting appointment.” 

Why he had lied, he had no idea. Which was also a lie. He knew exactly why he wanted to come to the appointment. 

Which is how he found himself gripping the arms of the chair tightly as he watched you try on each dress. “Gowns” would have been a more fitting term. Most of the looks were floor-length, shimmering, and utterly gorgeous. Or maybe just the model was utterly gorgeous. He blinked rapidly as you settled on a gown finally, turning to look at him. Floor length, hugging your body in all of the right places, and an absolutely flattering color. His chest felt warm and tight.

“What do you think?” You sounded uncertain but Jungkook was positive this dress was made for you. 

“God, you look stunning,” he breathed out, quickly clamping his mouth shut after the words left his mouth. He sunk down more into the chair, blushing lightly as he watched your own ears and cheeks heat up pink. 

“Guess this is the dress, then,” you whispered, turning back around to be behind the divider and change back into your comfortable clothes. 

You wanted Jungkook to look at you like that again, with absolute adoration in his eyes. In fact, you wanted him to look at you constantly, period.

“Oh!” you called, slipping the dress off. “Since the party is Saturday, can we meet Friday to go over guests? There’s one lady who gets really handsy with male staff when she’s drunk.” 

This was the best way to spend more time with him without seeming like you actually wanted to spend time with him. And he took the bait, agreeing to your Friday evening meet-up. 

The week was busy, with birthday preparations and consoling Jimin over his B- on the test (still a good grade, he was simply a perfectionist), that you didn’t have much reason or time to interact with Jungkook. Your chest had a Jungkook shaped hole in it that widened the longer you were away from Jungkook. You felt like a high schooler again, with her first crush, her first serious romantic interest. It was embarrassing but also exciting. You hadn’t felt like that since your playground crush days. 

Friday night, at exactly 8 pm, Jungkook appeared at your door carrying blankets and two bowls of popcorn. You gaped at him, amused and also enamored. The gentle gesture made your knees weak. His hair was damp from his shower and his sweatpants were hanging low on his hips. He looked cozy and he smelled of slightly sweet soap. You couldn’t place the smell, but maybe it was something like vanilla. 

He looked a little sheepish. “I figured maybe we could also have a makeup meeting.”

‘Meeting’. You smiled slightly at his formality before opening your door wider and allowing him to come into your room. He looked around, having not really taken a close look at your room, with a soft smile on his face. The photos of you and your friends, the photos of random places you’d visited, the small letters lining your walls and flat surfaces… it felt so homey and cozy compared to the rest of the house. 

You took the popcorn and blankets from him and sat on your bed, watching as he slowly made his way around the room, touching objects lightly and with such care it was almost as if they were sacred. Finally, he turned to you, looked between you and the bed, and promptly sat cross-legged on the floor. 

You laughed at him, throwing your head back slightly at how small and adorable he looked sitting on your floor.

“Jungkook, you can sit on my bed. It’s okay.”

He nodded uncertainly before climbing onto your bed. He was as far away from you as possible, his legs still crossed tightly underneath him and his back completely straight. You felt like you were slouching horribly compared to him. Your goblin posture was probably not flattering but it had to be more comfortable than how Jungkook was sitting. 

“Okay, here’s the guest list,” you procured a list from underneath a blanket. “Most of these people are my dad’s friends. My friends are helping cater so they’re not on the list but they are in my heart,” you dramatically brought one hand up to your heart with the statement and Jungkook snorted. He had moved closer to lean over and peer at the list, his eyes wide as he scanned the names.

“There’s only one person I’m really friends with who my dad is also friends with the family. Jin.”

Jungkook’s head shot up at the name, startling you and causing you to jolt back. 

“Jin?”

You nodded. “Yeah. He’s actually not annoying, thank God, since we have dinner with his family at least once a month.”

“The one you’re going to marry?” 

Now it was your turn to jerk your head up in surprise. It was a joke you and Jin would get married, but neither of you had taken it seriously. At least, you never had. You weren’t romantically interested in Jin. Jin was handsome, definitely, but he was an ally and friend to you first. He felt like the first person you’d truly connected with outside of the trio of caterers. He was “from your world” without the usual uptight, snobby attitude. He told terrible dad jokes that made you laugh, snuck away from boring parties with you, and sent you 1-star movie recommendations when you were feeling down to make you feel better about your own life. He was just… Jin. 

“Jimin likes to joke about that. We’ve never actually talked about marriage, but we’re friends-”

“Do you like him, as a potential partner I mean.”

“Why do you care, Jungkook? Do you want to make fun of me for something?” You were annoyed. Was he insinuating you weren’t good enough for Jin? That it was absurd that anyone would even like you? You could feel your mood souring the longer Jungkook stared at you. 

“No,” he whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear him. “I was just curious. You seemed close to Jimin so I wondered…”

“Jimin and I? Best friends don’t exist then, huh?” You wrinkled your nose.

Jungkook laughed and scooted closer to you on the bed. Your body dipped down slightly toward his and the sweet scent of vanilla - yeah it was most definitely vanilla - filled your nose again. You breathed deeply, leaning in slightly to pretend to peer back down at the list of guests. In reality, you were listening to Jungkook’s ragged breathing, feeling the soft puffs of his breath on the back of your neck.

“Y/N,” he called sweetly. You tilted your head up, and with your head cocked to the side, you looked at him curiously. He’d only used that tone when he’d been apologizing earlier. “Can I kiss you?”

You could only blink. All language skills had suddenly vanished from your body. Finally, you swallowed and nodded, croaking out a quick “yes”.

His lips came down sweetly against your cheek, warm and soft against your skin. You felt yourself melt into the chaste action. Too soon he was gone, sitting back up rigidly with a lopsided grin on his face and a slight pinkness to his ears. 

“Dope. Can I kiss you?” When he nodded, you plunged in for a kiss on the lips, your hand coming to rest lightly on his bicep. 

He seemed surprised by the action, by its boldness. But he was quick to grab the back of your neck lightly and pull you closer to him. You maneuvered to sit cross-legged, knees bumping against his as your mouth moved softly against his own. He tasted of butter from the popcorn. His mouth was impossibly soft, warm, and sweet. All you wanted was to kiss him harder, longer, and more deeply. 

His thumb was stroking the back of your neck lightly as he pulled back. Smiling, he pecked your lips once more before pulling back entirely. Your body seemed to follow him, unwilling to part so soon.

“It’s late. You have a big day tomorrow. I’ll clean up and you can go to bed.” 

Unfortunately, he was right. You sucked your lower lip in slightly, still tasting Jungkook, as you slid off of your bed and into your bathroom to get ready for the night. Staring at yourself in the mirror, your lips were pinker and more plump than usual. You touched them lightly, marveling at how they tingled from Jungkook’s lips. 

By the time you came out of the bathroom, the popcorn and blankets were gone and your bed was turned down for you to climb into it. Obliging, you allowed Jungkook to pull the covers up and kiss you lightly on the forehead, on the nose, and once more on the lips.

“Sleep well.” And he was slipping out the door.

“You too,” you murmured. Jungkook felt giddy at the sentiment. 

you: he kissed me

jimin <3: “actually he doesn’t have feelings for me” my ass 

jimin <3: it’s almost as if I’m not blind and could see he likes you

jimin <3: have sweet dreams about the lover boy ;)

jimin <3: also hobi says goodnight!

Your phone pinged with a message from a number you had saved as “pretty (annoying) boy”. Jungkook. Your heart rate sped up as you clicked on the message. 

pretty (annoying) boy: Sleep well. And have sweet dreams, preferably about me. 

The punctuation and message contents made you snort, but you did have sweet dreams. If anything, this was the best almost-birthday present you had ever received.

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[lunarimagines]

Damn this is such a good song let me play it 78 times an hour until i hate it

#silly putty by phem lmao #reblog

[lunarimagines]

The Devil Wears Designer Suits [1]

Summary: So what if you had a one-night stand at a bar with the hottest man you’d ever seen in your life. It’s not as if you had any right to like him. Hell, you probably wouldn’t even see him again. Except you do see him again. And suddenly you’re under him in more ways than one. 

Warnings: language, sexual themes

A/N: Hey all! finally got some inspiration so I am back with a new Jungkook series (CEO!Jungkook time babeyyyyy). It’s going to be much shorter than my last Jungkook series, but I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I have not forgotten about my other series or the requests in my inbox, I’ve just been in such a writing slump that I hated everything I wrote and didn’t want y’all to see it. Anyways, enjoy!

Buy me a kofi! 

His fingertips dug into the skin of your hips as he pinned you against the wall. One of his legs roughly pushed between yours, giving you friction where you needed it most. You were embarrassingly wet, buzzed from one too many shots, and all you wanted was to have the man in front of you bend your body over the table in his private lounge as he fucked you from behind. The mental image made you groan and grind down on his thigh, relishing in the friction the muscles gave to your throbbing clit. In response, the man only flexed his thigh, sending a jolt up your clit and forcing you to slump forward and grab onto his suit jacket for any sort of purchase. 

He laughed, low and deep, in your ear as he ground against you in return. He was hard. Achingly hard. 

“Let’s go upstairs. I want to be the only one who can see you get fucked, got it?”

You whined in response, your legs shaking as you continued to grind down on his thigh. One of his hands came up to grip your chin lightly, the rough calluses on his fingers grazing your skin. He leaned close to you, so close you thought he would finally kiss you, but instead he only whispered against your ear: “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes. Let’s go upstairs. Please.”

The man drew back, smirking at you with his perfectly plump, unreachable lips. 

“Good girl.”

He drew away and you instinctively leaned forward to keep the pressure of his body against yours. This only made him let out a puff of air, amused at how needy you were acting. His hand encircled your wrist and you had the thought of him pinning you down, maybe even handcuffing you, as he pounded into your mercilessly. The thought alone made you take the lead, turning to pull the man up the stairs behind you. He didn’t say anything, only grabbing a handful of your ass as he followed you up. 

He let you lead him down the hall until he reached his room, shoving the door open and pushing you inside. The room smelled faintly of smoke and sandalwood. The tables were clean, as if nobody had even been inside the room. But you knew better. You’d been watching this man from the bar the entire night, watching as he allowed his friends to smoke and drink, himself only sipping on a whiskey, neat. 

Closing the curtains with a snap, the room was plunged into a soft darkness, the glow from an old fashioned lamp lighting up the area. The room was also no longer visible from the bar area. He was keeping his word of being the only one to watch you get fucked. 

“What do you want from me, baby?” he questioned, his voice low and almost sultry. 

“I want you to take me from behind,” you replied steadily, finally catching his eyes. They were deep brown, but held a glint to them. They seemed to change shades after you spoke, darkening as he looked you up and down. 

He bit his bottom lip as he walked toward you, releasing it as he bent down to kiss your neck lightly. His lips travelled down to your collarbones, kissing once over the fabric of your clothes before he pulled the item to the side to kiss your skin. Your head fell to the side, hand coming up to thread through his impossibly soft hair. It smelled, amusingly, like baby soap. 

His teeth suddenly sank into your skin, causing you to hiss as he smoothed the spot over with his tongue, the heat and wetness cooling the area and making you sigh. His lips travelled back up your neck, finally resting just behind your ear to suck harshly and leave another mark, this one darker and larger. His hands moved to cup your ass, massaging it before he slid one hand around to the front of your dress, slipping the fabric up your thighs and rubbing your clit over your panties. He pressed down slightly, finger dipping past your panties to shallowly enter your pussy. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet. Did I do that?” 

Before you could answer, huff out an “of course,” he pulled your panties down around your thighs and pushed two fingers into you, curling them up slightly. His fingers were so long and reached a spot you never seemed to be able to reach on your own. You gripped the back of his jacket for support, hips rocking forward to push his fingers impossibly deeper inside of you. 

His lips went back to your neck, sucking along the side of it as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, adding a third and curling it up. You were a moaning mess, somewhat embarrassing considering no man had ever made you like this before, one of your hands coming down to rest on his wrist. You weren’t sure if you were encouraging him to go faster or to slow down, but he took it as the former, pumping his fingers faster inside of you and enjoying the way your front pressed against him. 

You felt your own arousal coating his hand and running slightly down his wrist from where you were still grasping him. The feeling of just his fingers inside of you made stars appear in your vision. Each time he thrust into you, his fingers brushed the spot that had your legs clenching together, your stomach growing hotter, and your clit throbbing. 

“Please,” you begged, pulling back from him slightly. Your breathing was ragged, his fingers still pumping in and out of you. 

“What do you want, baby? You have to use your words.” You were pleased to hear that his own breathing was uneven, his voice straining slightly.

“Fuck me, please.”

There it was again, the perfect smirk on his perfect face. You admired his lips, wanting nothing more than to surge forward and kiss him. Somehow, though, you knew better than to do that. An unspoken secret between the two of you had insisted that you would not kiss one another, not get attached that way. 

His fingers withdrew from your heat, his hand coming up to let you suck your juices off of them. The size of his fingers in your mouth, the pressure of them against your tongue, made your knees almost buckle. 

Slipping his fingers from your mouth, he made a quick jerking motion that ended with you bent over the slick black table in front of you. Your hard nipples pressed against the cool glass from behind your dress, causing you to whine slightly at the sudden sensation. You had never considered temperature play before, but maybe this was a sign to explore that…

You felt your dress ride up past your ass, rough fingers slide your panties down your legs. You waited eagerly, pushing your hips back to hint that you needed friction. Any friction. Please. Instead you got a quick slap on the ass, the sound resonating loudly alongside the deep bass from the club penetrating the room. You were sure it would leave a mark based on the sharp stinging sensation. 

“Patience, baby. I’m not going to fuck you if you rush me.”

You groaned, pressing your cheek into the table as you looked back at him. He was unbuckling his belt so slowly he surely set a Guinness world record. You rolled your eyes, and his gaze caught yours. His gaze somehow, was darker. Maybe you were making a deal with the Devil. 

He sucked in his cheeks and cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Guess I won’t give you what you want tonight-”

Before he could even finish you were cutting him off, begging him like your life depended it on. Your life might not have depended on it but your aching core did. 

“No, please! Fuck me. Make me pay. I want to feel you inside of me.”

The begging appeared to work, the signature smirk appearing back on his lips. Finally, he undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding a condom from the front pocket as he did so. He pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees, his cock on full display. The sight made you clench your thighs together. He was big. Not just long but also thick. If you thought his fingers were good, his dick was a million times better. 

He rolled the condom up his length and finally stepped forward, harshly grabbing your hip with one hand and his dick in the other. He teased your entrance, sliding his hard dick between your folds and barely dipping the head into where you wanted it most.

Without warning, he suddenly pushed into you, making you surge forward and whine. He filled you up perfectly, and you swore you could feel him bulging from your lower abdomen against the table. Instinctively, you rocked your hips back, letting out another somewhat embarrassing moan as how good his length felt sliding against your walls. Clenching around him, you were pleased to hear his breath catch.

“Fuck, do that again,” he commanded, so you did, clenching hard and slightly rocking your hips back. He let out a choked moan before adjusting his grip on your waist and sliding out so far the head caught on the rim of your pussy. The sudden loss of contact was unpleasant.

He thrust back into you suddenly before finding a steady, hard rhythm to fuck you to. Your hands were working to find purchase, but nowhere was right. Your hands just kept slipping off the table. The man fixed that problem for you, grabbing your wrists with one of his large hands and holding them behind your back. You arched your back in response, lifting slightly off the table and finding an even better angle for the man to thrust into you from. The pace was relentless, and the sound of skin slapping together was lewd and erotic. 

You clenched your walls around him again, hoping to hear him moan. What you got instead was him leaning over, his dick pushing impossibly further inside of you, his front pressed against your back as he let out ragged breaths in your ear.

“How badly do you want to cum, baby? Hmm?”

“I want to cum so badly. Don’t stop,” you gasped between breaths. His hand holding your wrists had let go of them and travelled further down to your clit to rub in soft, slow circles. It had your thighs clenching together. 

No man had ever stimulated you so much, had never made you feel so full and satisfied despite not having climaxed yet. Suddenly he had become the only man you wanted to fuck for the rest of your life. You wanted him to fill you up like this, make your heart beat like this, make your thighs tremble like this. 

With shock, you realized that you were not the first to finish. A warmth filled your pussy, and the man let out a strained groan as his hips stuttered and slowed down slightly. The sensation made the warmth in your stomach and clit grow, and you rocked your hips down against his hand stimulating your clit desperately to find your release. He let you rock, shocked that he had cum first. No woman had ever made him cum first. 

Though overstimulated, he thrust into you one time, two times, three more times before you were finally releasing, the heat and energy expelling from your body and making your legs and abs weak. You almost slumped against the table, but the man grabbed you around your stomach, holding you up as he slowly pulled out of you. The sudden loss of contact was uncomfortable and it made you wince, but it was soon made better by the feeling of your panties sliding up and your dress sliding down. Once fully dressed, the man pulled you down on his lap, his fingers stroking your arms lightly as you let yourself lean against his chest. 

You hadn’t really had time to consider just how muscular and broad his chest truly was until that moment, the feeling of his abs and pecs - of his six pack abs and rock hard pecs to get really specific here - able to be felt even through his shirt. 

You furrowed your brows as a thought entered your mind. Craning your head up to look at the man, you asked, “Hey… what’s your name?”

The man laughed, bright and loud, his nose and eyes crinkling as he leaned his head back. It was the happiest laugh you had ever heard. You wanted to hear it again, over and over again. God, he was stunning in every single way.

“You really don’t know who I am?”

His answer threw you off. Should you know who he was? Maybe he was a celebrity, he sure had the looks for it. Still… you knew all of the hot celebrities and you were positive you had never seen this man before.

“No…” you answered slowly. “Should I?”

The man looked down at you, incredulous. His mouth ticked up at the sides into a soft smile, his eyebrows drawn together.

“Then why were you staring at me all night with those ‘fuck me’ eyes?”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Clearly this man was not used to not being recognized. Also... did you really have whatever the hell ‘fuck me’ eyes were? Was it time to make an appointment with the eye doctor? 

Instead you asked, “Quick question: do you own a mirror?”

The man cocked an eyebrow at you, his nose wrinkling as he worked through your question. 

“Yes… why?”

“Then I suggest you spend more time looking in that mirror and seeing just how fucking hot you are,” you replied, turning back to lean the back of your head against his chest. The low rumble of laughter that followed made your entire body vibrate from both the sound and from the joy of hearing his laugh. 

“Jungkook.”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he replied with a breathy laugh.

It was shocking how the demanding man who wanted you to beg and fucked you hard on a glass table with hundreds of people below you could turn and hold you so gently, laugh so beautifully, and be so kind. You laid in his arms for what felt like an hour, sobering up enough and getting enough feeling back in your legs to gently stand up. 

“It was nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

You didn’t know what you wanted. His number? What would you even really talk about? No, this was a bittersweet ending.

“Nice to meet you, too, Y/N,” he replied softly. He leaned against the couch, watching as you smoothed your hair and slowly exited the room, his eyes never leaving your figure. Once you were gone, he sighed and rested an arm across his face, covering his eyes. Maybe he should have asked for your number. You, someone who didn’t know who he was, was not using him for clout or money, who gave him some of the best sex of his life. He scoffed. 

You didn’t even stay to drink until closing time like you usually did with your friends. Shooting them a quick text message, you left the club, waving down a taxi to take you back to your small apartment. It was Friday, and on Monday you were starting a new job. It was the perfect distraction from Jungkook. 

Arriving at your apartment, you paid the fare and took the daunting trip up the three flights of stairs. Upon entering your apartment, you kicked off your shoes, rubbing your calves which had begun to cramp from the stupid height of your new heels. 

Sighing, you flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You would go shopping Saturday for some professional office looks, then you would prepare your notes and orientation papers Sunday, then you would go to your new job on Monday. 

The only problem was you could not stop thinking about Jungkook the entire weekend. He occupied your thoughts at the most inconvenient of times. Once, when you were trying on a skirt, you imagined how it would look pushed up to your stomach. Another time, you were reading through your orientation papers and wondered what it would be like to see Jungkook in glasses. The whole weekend sucked major ass. 

By the time you walked into work on Monday, you were frazzled, having completed very little of what you wanted to do. It was stupid to be so distracted by a man; but this wasn’t an ordinary man. 

“Y/N!” someone called. Turning, you saw the person who had given you the introductory tour and orientation guide.

“Jin! I’m so glad to see you. I’m actually really nervous for today,” you explained as Jin stopped in front of you with a big smile on his face. His smile drooped slightly before he planted it right back on his face. He radiated campus tour guide vibes. All he needed were some comfortable walking shoes and a water bottle.

“Not to make you more nervous, but the CEO is coming in today. We have to line up by our desks and greet him when he does. He likes to see all of the employees when he comes in. It’s a little nerve wracking but it goes by quickly.”

Of course. Of course this was happening. Why the hell wouldn’t it be? You felt your face pale slightly at his words, but Jin only wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into the elevator and up to your workspace, conveniently located right across from his. 

“Just stand here,” he directed, “and say ‘Good morning, sir’ when the CEO walks by, okay?”

You nodded glumly, feeling like you might actually throw up. 

The excited chatter around you stopped, and your first glimpse of the CEO was his freshly polished shoe, his slick black suit, his modestly patterned tie, his pronounced jawline, his…

Holy shit. This was some cruel trick the universe was playing on you right now. 

“Good morning, sir,” the others echoed around you, the words barely coming out of your mouth as you stared at Jungkook striding down the hallway toward you. You couldn’t even divert your gaze, your mouth parted slightly as you stared at his figure, remembering how he felt against you, how he felt inside of you. 

Did you really need to work? Unfortunately, yes.

Jungkook’s eyes caught yours, and his eyebrows furrowed and unfurrowed quickly as he worked to mask his surprise. He shocked everyone as he stopped in front of you, causing whispers and confusion to erupt around you.

“Your name tag should be on at all times, Miss..” 

Yeah, he was no actor. The way he pretended not to know you, all the while fighting down a grin. 

“Y/N,” you supplied, your unease turning into annoyance. So he wasn’t kind. He was an asshole. 

“Miss Y/N,” he competed. “Do you want to be let go on your first day?”

You stared back into his eyes, emotionless. This was a huge letdown, but you weren’t going to take it without fighting back a little. 

“No, sir. I will put it on right now so that everyone has the pleasure of seeing my name and my photo at all times. Thank you for reminding me, sir.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up, his smirk dropping suddenly. He simply stared at you, his face blank. Beside you, Jin choked on his own spit at your comment, his continued coughing finally drawing Jungkook away from you. 

“Good. As it should be.”

With that, he continued down the hallway and disappeared from sight. The muffled “Good morning, sir” greeting could still be heard as he disappeared into his office around the corner. 

“You are either brave or stupid,” Jin finally said after gulping down water. “Probably the latter.”

You sighed, turning to sit at your desk. “Definitely the latter.”

As if your comment was being confirmed, a stack of paperwork was dropped onto your desk only minutes later by a man named Park Jimin according to his nametag. The stack of paper was at least a foot tall. 

“The CEO wishes for this to be completed before you leave this evening. It is very important,” he explained, his eyes showing nothing but pity for you.

You could only nod as your eyes scanned the hundreds of documents in the pile. There was no way you’d be able to make it home tonight at all. 

You caught Jin’s eyes across the desk, shaking your head as you immediately got to work. You didn’t even take a lunch break that day, instead opting for more iced coffee to keep your brain moving. The files were so dense with both words and numbers they were making your vision blur. Popping a few painkillers, you went back to working through the stack, only halfway finished by the time the regular workday ended. Slumping forward, you rested your head on your desk as you willed your vision to stop swimming. You needed to focus. You really did. But those thoughts didn’t stop you from falling asleep suddenly, your body and mind tired from the day. Your cheek was pressed against your desk, your mouth parted slightly. Thankfully you weren’t drooling. 

The sudden smack of more paperwork landing on your desk startled you, making your knees slam into your desk as you stood up, turning to see who had scared you into waking up. You made eye contact with none other than Jungkook himself, his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. 

“You sure you didn’t know me?” he finally asked after what felt like a million years.

You shook your head. “I didn’t. Otherwise I would not have even looked at you at the bar.”

Jungkook cocked his head to the side, looking you up and down, his eyes landing on the partially faded hickey he’d left just behind your ear, the very bottom of the bruising visible to only those who even knew it was there. 

“Oh? And why is that?” he questioned, his eyes darting up to meet yours.

You looked at him dully, your mouth parted slightly at how ridiculous the entire situation was. 

“I don’t like people who are little dicks,” you replied, blandly. 

Jungkook snorted. “Would you like me to be a big dick?”

You rolled your eyes at his comment. “If you put some of your big ego into your dick maybe you could actually make me finish first.”

Low blow. Jungkook’s features darkened, his mouth hardening into a straight line. His gaze was unhappy as he stared at you before grabbing your hand roughly and pulling you behind to his office, your feet sliding on the waxed tile flooring. Without ceremony, he slammed the door behind him, pressing a button to close the shades to give you some privacy. This man must have been obsessed with having sex behind closed blinds.

He shoved you in front of him, walking toward you and forcing you back until your ass hit his desk. He reached around you and shoved his nameplate off his desk to clear room to lift you up harshly by the hips and set you down on the newly cleared surface. You glanced at his nameplate. Jeon Jungkook. 

“I know I can make you finish in less than five minutes. Set your watch, baby.”

You were compelled to do what he said. You weren’t sure if it was because of the way he had slowly sunk to his knees as he said it, pushing your professional skirt up to your stomach almost like you’d imagined it in the dressing room, or if it was the way you were already wet for this man and holding back from grinding down on his desk. Either way, you set your watch for five minutes, locking eyes with Jungkook as your pressed start. 

His mouth was hot and wet over your panties, and you let out a shaky breath, leaning back against the desk with your hands. Your hips rocked forward, the tip of Jungkook's nose brushing your clit ever so teasingly. You remembered how good this man made you feel by just playing with your clit alone. Suddenly, you weren’t sure you’d last longer than five minutes at all.

Jungkook tugged the top of your underwear down, lifting up your hip with one hand to slide your panties down enough to have full, unrestrained access to your pussy. He blew lightly on your heat, the cold shock ripping a moan from your throat as one hand came up to thread through Jungkook’s thick, silky hair. His tongue teased your clit, flicking up lightly. He then sucked harshly, the wet sound seemingly echoing around his office. You felt him hum into you, the vibrations make you grind down harder against his face. 

He never stopped, his tongue working and his jaw beginning to ache as he swirled his tongue across your heat, toyed with your clit, and, unbeknownst to you, spelled your name. His breathing was heavy but significantly overshadowed by your own ragged breaths. The heat from his mouth, the way he hummed, the wetness, the flicks of his tongue followed by the sucking of his lips all had the same sensation of warmth growing in the pit of your stomach, your walls clenching in anticipation of your release. 

Without warning, Jungkook pumped two fingers into your already throbbing pussy. The feeling of his thick fingers filling you combined with his mouth sucking roughly on your clit made you a moaning mess, the hand gripping his hair tightening as you ground down against his face roughly. God, he felt so good, like he knew exactly what he was doing. 

You snuck a glance at your watch and realized Jungkook still had a whole two minutes left to make you finish. You already felt yourself teetering on the edge, unwilling to finish but also desperate for release. You couldn’t let him win, you couldn’t.

Then he curled his fingers ever so perfectly, hitting the spot inside of you that had your back arching your back and you pushing your hips down so hard you worried about breaking the poor man’s fingers. 

You lost with a minute and a half to go. Your climax had you seeing stars, chanting Jungkook’s name, gripping his hair so tight you felt him growl against your heat. 

He let you ride out your high, gripping his hair tightly and grinding against his mouth until finally you slumped back against the desk. You barely felt the butterfly kiss he left on the inside of your thigh before he stood up, the gesture so tender it made your chest swell. 

Jungkook helped you slide your panties up and skirt down, adjusting the waist slightly to hide any sign of what you both had just done. You couldn’t quite look him in the eyes, your eyes instead focusing on his hands. You wanted to reach out and grab them, kiss them gently.

Jesus, what had come over you? Why were you acting like you were in L-word with this man? 

You pushed his chest lightly to get him to step back so you could step around him. 

“Where are you going?” he questioned, leaning back against his desk as he watched you stride to the door. 

“Home. I’m tired.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you and snorted. Crossing his arms, he tilted his head to the side, making his hair - which was now disheveled - fall into his face. Shit, he was hot.

“Hmmm. I’m just shocked because if I recall you still have work to do.”

You could only blink at him, your mouth parting in shock, and you let out a scoff.

“Fuck you.”

With that, you turned and exited his office, huffing back to your desk to finish the mountain of paperwork still piled up there. You wanted to either cry, scream, or go to bed. Maybe all three in that order. Instead, you sifted through the pile to find where you left off. 

It was past one in the morning when you fell asleep, your head resting on your folded arms. You were woken up by the 5 a.m. cleaning crew, who shook your shoulder gently and informed you of the time. You thanked them.

And then you noticed something.

The pile of paperwork on your desk had been cleared away. All that was left was a yellow sticky note with neat handwriting on it. Picking it up lightly you let out a puff of air as you read what it said. 

Sorry for making your day hell. That was a little dick move. Come in by 10 a.m. and bring fifteen iced coffees for me. That way you have an excuse for being late. 

See you tomorrow at 10 a.m. sharp. Get some rest, Y/N.

            -Sexiest man in the world who does in fact own a mirror

p.s. I finished up the paperwork for you. The stuff you had already done looked good, too. 

You ran your hand through your hair, placing the note carefully in your bag before standing up to go home, shower, take a power nap, and be back in the office by 8 a.m. As kind as Jungkook’s offer was, you felt like you would let the other people around you down if you strolled in at 10 a.m. 

Jungkook was a difficult man. But you were determined to figure him out. 

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No Hands [1]

Summary: After turning down the fraternity president Kim Hongjoong at a Theta Chi party, neither of you can stop thinking about the other. It leads to discovering amazing chemistry both inside the bedroom and outside of the bedroom between the two of you. But is it all a game or are there real feelings involved? You think you have the answer... Until you meet one of his fellow frat brothers and become the center of a two way battle for your attention and affection. 

A/N: Highly, highly inspired by the frat!ateez works by @hongjoongsnudes​ , especially [this work]. Title is in reference to the song that never fails to make me want to shake ass at every frat party I’ve ever been to (No Hands by Waka Flaka Flame). If you like this series please let me know!!!!

Warnings: language, sexual content

“What?”

“I said,” you shouted over the deafening thump of bass in the tiny basement, “I’m not interested in you.”

The boy in front of you stared blankly, clearly never having been turned down before in his life. His lips - admittedly plush and kissable to you even if you had been sober - were parted slightly, and his eyebrows were furrowed as he worked through your words. In your intoxicated state you reached up to smooth the wrinkle in his forehead with your pointer finger, laughing lightly at his bewildered look.

“I don’t understand…” 

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him and placing your lips as close to his ear as you could get them. “You’re not my type.”

Pulling away, you flashed him a smile before disappearing back into the crowd, dancing to music you couldn’t really hear to find some friends you didn’t really like. Finding them, you were immediately grabbed and pulled onto the tiny, packed stage on the dance floor. Your hips swayed and your eyes surveyed the room to take in the staggering drunks and grinding one-night-only couples. The energy coursing through the room and your body - combined with how fucking hot it was in there - was making your dizzy. God, you were so going to be hungover tomorrow…

“You mean you got rejected. That’s what being rejected is,” a fellow frat brother explained, his eyes following the path of the frat president’s gaze before he looked back and switched to another track. The excited yell from the crowd made him proud, but he was still reeling from his rejection. “Welcome to reality, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but bite the inside of his cheek in annoyance as he watched you sway to the music, the lights from the disco ball catching your eyes and making them even livelier, even more mischievous. When he’d first seen you from across the room he made a point of following your whereabouts while he figured out whether or not he wanted to ask you up to his - rather infamous - bedroom. He felt stupid, like he was playing a game of “guess which cup the ball is under”, but he couldn’t help it. You were stunning. 

Even now, after you’d rejected him, he couldn’t help but watch you, working to pick you out in the ever-moving crowd. Why was he so caught up on you? Was it because you were one of the few people who rejected him? Or was it because you were exactly his style even though he wasn’t yours? Whatever the case, he was about to act like the biggest clown in the entire fraternity circus. 

“Seonghwa, tell San and Wooyoung to stop her before she leaves. Describe her in a way even the drunkest person could remember and understand. You know who I’m talking about. I want to know what she’s majoring in.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes but went to find San and Wooyoung at the front taking shots anyways. He already had a feeling you would not appreciate this…

“I’m hungry! Let’s call it a night and get some fucking chicken nuggets!” your friend yelled, grabbing your wrist and the wrist of a random girl she’d met at the party before walking toward the exit. 

You followed without complaint, suddenly feeling drained. Your legs were heavy and your feet were killing you. Before you could even exit, though, you were detained by two frat boys, their backwards hats and red solo cups screaming their connection to the fraternity. 

“YOU!” one of them called, “What’s your major?” 

You pointed to yourself, eyebrows raised in question. Your friends kept walking, oblivious to you suddenly stopping.

“Yeah, you,” the other called, hanging on to the first one. They looked like tweedle dee and tweedle dum in their drunken state and matching outfits. 

“I’m majoring in business, nunya business to be exact.” You hurried after your friends, catching up in time to slide into the Uber after them. God, you were going to need to sleep in, take a ton of Advil, and drink even more water tomorrow. Between the copious amounts of alcohol and the weird frat boys you’d encountered your head was spinning. Sliding down in your seat you were so ready to just simply be in bed.

“What… What did you say she’s majoring in?” Hongjoong asked, incredulous. 

“Nunya business! So she’s in the college of business!” San replied, nearly passed out in his bed. 

Hongjoong ran his hand through his short hair in annoyance, but he couldn’t be entirely shocked or annoyed. He should have expected you’d say something like that.

“Just find her on Instagram or something. She probably has one,” Seonghwa advised as he helped Wooyoung into the other twin bed in the room. Hongjoong’s cheeks felt like they were on fire and he couldn’t even look Seonghwa in the eye.  

“I don’t even know her name…”

Seonghwa, ever the romantic, nearly dropped Wooyoung at Hongjoong’s words. “Then good luck finding her, dumbass. This is karma or fate or whatever telling you this whole hookup-without-knowing-their-names thing is not it, dude.” 

Hongjoong wasn’t one for relationships. He was young and wanted to experience everything. It’s why he joined a fraternity and why he worked to become president and why he suggested having parties two times a week to practice and experiment with his passion for music. Hongjoong was driven and, sure, he preferred hookup culture, but he wasn’t heartless by any stretch of the imagination. He also wasn’t one to give up. If you didn’t want to have sex with him, fine, he was absolutely not going to pressure you; but he did want to pursue you in some capacity. He liked your style - clothing and personality alike - enough to think about you the entire rest of the night in an attempt to formulate a plan to find you, get to know you, create some form of relationship with you. 

You, on the other hand, were sleeping soundly until the banging on your door woke you and, by extension, worsened your headache.

“Wake up, Y/N!” 

“DUDE! You’re gonna wake the neighbors yelling like that!”

“Y/N, if you don’t open the door in three seconds I’m leaving and taking my gifts with me.”

“Hey, how can you say that?”

“Yeah, how can you say that? She’s our FRIEND.”

“She’s about to be a hungry friend with no pain killers if she doesn’t - Good morning, Y/N, how are you feeling?”

You opened the door to your tiny apartment to see your three friends standing there. Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang were some of the first people you’d met on campus when you were placed in the same orientation group. The four of you became fast friends, and eventually had become a group of five when you had met…

“Where’s Jongho?” you questioned, poking your head out of your door to look in the hallway. 

“He’s trying out for the soccer team in an hour and wanted to prepare,” Yeosang replied, pushing passed you unceremoniously to set breakfast down on your counter. 

“Oh my God! We have to go watch and cheer him on!” You followed Yeosang in, beckoning Yunho and Mingi in behind you with a wave of your hand. Grabbing a breakfast burrito, you hopped up to sit on your kitchen counter, feet lightly thudding against the lower cabinet. 

“Eat and get ready quickly and I’ll drive us over,” Yunho replied offhandedly as he grabbed his own burrito and leaned against the wall across from you. “Eat really quickly because you look hungover and fucking terrible. You’re going to need all the time you can get to look like you didn’t get run over by a truck.” 

You jokingly stuck your tongue out at him, but he had some level of truth to his teasing. Your mascara was still slightly smeared underneath your eyes, making you very racoon-like. 

“How was it last night?” Mingi asked, bottom lip pouting at the memory of you telling them frats didn’t usually let men in who weren’t already members of the frats to the parties. 

“Holy shit, lemme tell you.” All three boys leaned closer to you as you began recounting your night. “So I’m super buzzed, right, and I leave to find the bathroom and on my way back I get stopped by this dude - yeah he’s hot - and he was like, ‘how are you babygirl’ so I’m like ‘I’m fine, thanks’ and I go to walk by him and he leans against this wall - which gross because the walls have a lot of nasty stuff on them, no I will not elaborate while we eat - and he’s like ‘Can I take you upstairs?’ and like, yeah, I kinda want to go because he’s hot but he’s also not my type because I like shyer, softer people and so I told him I’m not interested and he was so confused and so I left but I totally saw him watching me the entire night which was kinda cool but anyways I am super hungover and tired today.”

The boys stared at you after you finished your long-winded story with varying expressions: Mingi had stopped chewing, his mouth slightly open; Yeosang was shaking his head with his eyes closed; and Yunho was holding back a laugh, his hand covering his mouth and his head bowed. 

“Anyways,” you took another bite of your burrito, “how was your night?”

“We just played Fifa, you know, like boring losers,” Yeosang replied.

“Which frat did you go to again?” Yunho questioned.

“Theta Chi.”

It was Yeosang and Yunho’s turn to stop chewing as Mingi spluttered and choked on his bite of food.

“Hold the fuck up… what does this boy who hit on you look like?” Yunho leaned forward.

You thought back, your memory hazy and disoriented from the alcohol and flashing light combination down in the basement of the frat. “Hmmm… short hair, longer on the top. He had really pretty teeth. He was wearing clear framed glasses.”

“You turned the president of Theta Chi down,” Yeosang laughed. “Holy shit, you’re so cool Y/N.” 

“The… the president? No wonder he was so shocked…”

“Oh my God, that is so funny. That man was probably DUMBFOUNDED.” Yunho cackled, throwing his head back. Mingi simply shook his head, his eyes wide.

“Y/N, I don’t know much about Greek life but that’s Kim Hongjoong and he’s a literal heartthrob on campus and in Greek life. My girlfriend freshman year was in love with him and she’d never even met the guy, let alone been hit on by him,” Yeosang supplied. 

Mingi could only blink up at you. “My best friend is so cool.”

Mingi wasn’t the only one who thought that, either. Sitting on the bleachers next to Seonghwa as he watched Wooyoung line up to help with soccer tryouts, Hongjoong could only think of you. What were you doing? Were you thinking of him (yeah, but you were also talking shit about him…)? He let his head fall back and his eyes close as he imagined it. Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open and stood up. 

“What the fuck is wrong with me,” he asked out loud.

“What?” Seonghwa turned to look up at him.

“That girl from the party… I… nevermind.” Hongjoong sat back down, reclining back and staring absentmindedly out at the field. 

“You’ve been humbled,” Seonghwa quipped, reclining next to Hongjoong as he waited for the tryouts to start. “Also, do you see that guy with the red hair? He’s standing two over from Woo.”

Hongjoong scanned the field before nodding.

“I want to recruit him. He looks like he’d be a good fit. He’s athletic, strong, seems like he has a good temperament.”

Hongjoong nodded. “Go for it. He might join…”

“Yo!” San called, waving his hand excitedly as he climbed the bleachers toward the duo. “You’ll never guess who I saw at the gate! I’ll give you a hint, she’s the girl from the party. She was with some guy but-”

Hongjoong had never stood up faster… and had never had to sit down faster as his blood pressure dropped and he found himself sinking back on to the bleachers before he was forced to sit back down. “Where exactly?”

“By the tunnel under the stairs by the back gates where the players run through to get to the field-”

Unclear directions aside, Hongjoong was already pushing past him. 

Mingi had left you alone as he went to grab snacks with Yeosang and Yunho after decided he had to have dippin’ dots or he would perish. You were left standing alone by the back gate as you waited for the boys to come back, absentmindedly scrolling through the photos your partying friends had sent to you from the night before. You smiled as you saved some of them, remembering the atmosphere of the party… and remembering Hongjoong. As coldly as you had rejected him, you weren’t so sure that resolve or coldness was real. If he asked you again, maybe if he begged a little, you would go with him. You doubted he even remembered or cared about you now, though. He had probably moved on to a different person. 

You sighed and locked your phone, slipping it into your pocket and looking up just as Hongjoong appeared in front of you, almost like you had summoned him with your thoughts. His arms came up to cage you against the wall, and he leaned so close you could feel his body heat. 

“Tell me why I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You scoffed without mirth. “It’s because I’m so cool and sexy.”

It was a joke, but Hongjoong didn’t seem to think it was. He didn’t laugh, only leaned closer to you until his nose was almost brushing against yours. You stared down at his lips to not go cross-eyed. “Yeah, that must be it.”

Your heart was pounding and you felt yourself leaning closer to the boy in front of you, almost on instinct. Hongjoong dropped one of his hands to grip your hip lightly, your own hand coming up to rest on his bicep. 

“What’s your name?” he finally spoke.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N, can I kiss you?”

“Do it soon or I’m leaving.”

He pushed forward, closing the space between the two of you quickly. His lips were soft, plush, and warm against your own. He tasted like sweet mint and you found yourself sucking on his bottom lip to get closer to him. His body pressed against yours, his hips rolling up lightly as he parted your lips slightly wider to slip his tongue into your mouth. You swore you heard him groan. God, he smelled so good and he tasted even better. You found yourself looping your arms around his neck and pulling on the back of his hair. That definitely earned a moan, deep and sexy, that went straight down to your core. Hongjoong was certainly living up to the hype. 

The hand gripping your waist kept massaging the exposed skin, his fingers rough. You vaguely wondered what they would feel like elsewhere, especially as Hongjoong moved his lips lower, down your neck to suck at a particularly ticklish spot near where your neck and your shoulder met. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, sighing softly at the sensation. 

You were about to pull him back up to kiss you, maybe even say f-you to Jongho to go hookup with Hongjoong, when someone clearing their throat interrupted the two of you. You wouldn’t have cared except that throat clearing was distinctly…

“Yeosang, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Yes, Yunho. I believe I am.”

“Perhaps wanting to cheer on our dear friend, Jongho, was simply a ruse to do this.” That was Mingi. 

You pulled away from Hongjoong, pushing him back lightly. Before you could walk away, Hongjoong leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Meet me at Theta Chi after.” 

He walked away first, nodding to the three boys. Once he was out of earshot, the three turned to you in sync. Yunho spoke first.

“So much for rejecting him…”

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“The trainees always stare and whisper whenever I put in the code and come into the ‘Genius Lab’,” you grumble, setting the food you’d bought for Yoongi and yourself on what little space he had left at his desk. 

Yoongi swiveled his chair around, drawing you into him by your waist, your thighs bumping against the chair. His head fell against your stomach as you ran your fingers through his hair. This is how you knew Yoongi was beyond exhausted. 

“They need to mind their own business,” he mumbled into your stomach, squeezing your hips before releasing you and sitting back against his chair. 

You sat on the couch next to his desk, crossing your legs and giving him a “no shit” look, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly puckered. “Yeah, absolutely they should. But alas, they are NOT. Before you ask, I do not know what I want you to do about it... It was just a rant,” you finished, leaning forward and taking the food Yoongi was handing to you.

He snorted, thanked you for the food, and began asking you questions about your day. 

Your rant had changed things, though. Or at least prompted Yoongi to change things. Suddenly the trainees were blushing and smiling as you walked by and put in the code to the genius lab. You heard a few whispers of “dating” and “so cute”, but otherwise everything was silent and... non-speculative. 

“What did you say?”

“Hello, Y/N,” Yoongi said, swiveling his chair and standing up. “My day was wonderful, thank you. Are you ready to head up to the cafeteria?” 

You couldn’t help but hold back a laugh, his nonchalance totally and utterly ruined by the proud smile he was fighting back. In fact, it was the same smile he’d held back as he told the trainees that he was dating you, if they had questions to come ask him, and that he loved you. The last part had slipped out, not part of his preplanned script. But it was true, so why not say it?

He grabbed your pinky finger with his as he opened the door for you, following you out of the Genius Lab and up to the cafeteria, his finger never once leaving yours. 

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