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two nights, one you

✩‌ jaemin ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ fuckboy!jaemin | strangers (who f*ck) to (brief) enemies to lovers | ‌10.9k

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole... or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap!

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.

Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.

Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.

Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.

Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.

It’s 9:45pm as you make the rounds on Tinder. You’ve used it in the past, searching for a relationship in vain, but haven’t used it much since you broke up with your last partner. Bringing the app alive again, you’re already bombarded by distasteful messages, off-putting one-liners and jokes, and swiping left more than you’d like.

You haven’t had a one-night stand before, but isn’t there anyone on here that is just a little bit attractive, nearby where you are, around your age, and is somewhat chivalrous about the topic besides saying DTF? Maybe you need to lower your standards if you want to get dicked down tonight.

But then, you land on him.

One Na Jaemin, 20 years old, and only four miles away from you.

Scrolling through his profile pictures and Instagram feed, you assume that he’s into photography, is on the athletic side from the various hobbies he partakes in, and he must be at least half-aware of his beauty because there’s the occasional pic that shows off his lean, toned arms, which, if you can be frank, is more flattering than the shirtless ones you constantly see. Oh, and he attends the same university as you.

The cherry on top? His bio is simple and upfront:

“Not up for anything serious, but always down for a good time ;)”

You swipe right without hesitation.

“It’s a Match!” flashes instantly at you. Your mouth swings open in disbelief.

Usually, you’d wait for your matches to message you and play hard-to-get, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re initiating and leading all the conversations, completely driven by your thirst.

Messaging Jaemin is a breeze. He types with more than half a brain, and he flirts, but it isn’t overwhelming or repulsive. Segueing the current topic, you drag your bottom lip upward as you send the following message:

so, hypothetically... if one were to have good time with you would tonight work?

Not even twenty seconds later and he replies with:

-wow, dont you go straight to the point -im impressed -but yeah -tonight works ;)

He’s quick to send his address.

-let me know when ur here and ill come get you out front!

Smacking your lips together, you squeal to yourself in the comfort of your home, excited to meet with him, but then a thought hangs over you—this feels a little too good to be true. Horrible scenarios run through your head, so your fingers dash across your phone’s keyboard:

tbh i haven’t really done this b4 so im kinda new to this is it ok if we video call or smth? gotta make sure you’re real and not a serial killer i’m sure you understand 😛

-for sure for sure -totally get it -ive had my fair share of fake girls and serial killers so i feel u 😛

Grateful for his consideration, you rush to rearrange your hair after you send him a Zoom link, hoping you look decent enough to not have him back off from his initial offer. He appears in the video call on his phone with the front-facing camera on a few seconds after you connect.

“Hi,” you chirp.

A corner of his mouth lifts. “Hey.”

Okay, he’s definitely cuter in real-time than in his pictures.

“You know, I’m not gonna lie, but I lowkey expected to see a dick or something,” you joke in an attempt to dispel your nervousness.

“Same,” he chuckles, running a hand through his black hair.

Oh God, he’s not just cute—he’s devastatingly gorgeous.

“So, this is my place...”

Jaemin moves around with his apartment in the background, revealing his living room first. Envy prods you as you note the brick walls, high ceiling windows, and well-appointed furnishings.

Recalling his address, you ask, “How’d you get a place in the heart of the city?”

“Lucked out,” he shrugs. His phone shakes a bit as he’s still moving. “My friend slash roommate—who is at his girlfriend’s place tonight, so we have the place all to ourselves—his parents own the condo and they gave me a friend discount on the rent.”

He finally stands in one place and turns the light on to reveal a room. “And this is my bedroom.”

Nothing out of the ordinary. A desk table with a gaming set-up, in tow with a gamer chair, and a decently-sized bed beside a nightstand.

“Oh, and here’s my closet.” Jaemin’s on the move again as he opens his closet doors. “Just to make sure you don’t think I hide the skins of my past one-nighters in here.”

A bubbly laugh rises from you. “Okay, I didn’t think of that before, but now you’ve planted the seed in my head. Maybe you hide them in the other rooms.”

“Nah, my roommate would kill me if I did.”

Both of you laugh in unison, and you bob your head with puffed cheeks.

“Okay, it all seems very promising. I’m going to get ready and I’ll guess I’ll see you in a bit, Jaemin.”

“Sounds good,” Jaemin nods, then winks. Although you’re sitting down, he’s still able to get you weak in the knees. “See you soon.”

You end the call and rush to bundle up for the snow starting to come down outside. A twenty-minute train ride later, you’re at the front door of a rustic, industrial apartment complex. After informing Jaemin you’re outside, you glance up at the snowflakes falling from the dark pink-grey sky, anticipating for what comes next.

Sex with a hot guy, what can go wrong?

So, you must’ve jinxed it because the sex is...

Unsatisfying. Finished faster than you’d like it to be. Sadly, overall disappointing. If you had to rate it, three out of five stars, at best.

But hey, he came, and you sort of did, and it wasn’t the worst sex you’ve ever had. It half-quenched your dry spell.

And enough happened that it tired you out, leaving you passed out in the handsome stranger’s bed until morning.

In the morning, your eyes slowly flicker, unused to the foreign, sweet scent engulfing you in your bed. Correction: Jaemin’s bed.

Your eyes flicker faster as you glance through the almost wall-sized window. The snow hasn’t let up from last night. On the contrary, it seems like it’s snowing non-stop. You groan at the thought of going home in this weather.

The bed is without Jaemin’s presence as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. 10:36AM and a few notifications greet you. You rub your eyes and start combing through them, rising upward to sit up on the bed.

“Morning. You’re finally up.”

Peering up from your device, Jaemin’s standing by the door with folded arms. His plain sweater and sweatpants match the colour of his hair. The dazzling smile he gives is so contagious, you’re not even conscious of catching one too.

“Out you go.”

You blink.

Once, twice, and then you tilt your head as you stare blankly at him, uncertain if you heard him correctly.

After a few moments, because you’re not moving an inch, his smile dissipates and he cocks an eyebrow in expectancy. A serious expression rolls over his face.

Suddenly, Jaemin strolls to the side of the bed and hitches his thumb towards the door.

You definitely heard him right.

And he’s dead-serious.

You replay the video call from last night, dissecting how you thought he was nice and funny and—

Realization dawns on you.

Why would you expect anything more from a two-faced fuck boy?

Still awestruck by the situation, you’re still solid as a statue, so Jaemin takes matters into his own hands and grasps you by your elbow, casually dragging you from his bed like he’s taking out the trash.

“What the fuck?!” you screech.

“C’mon, let’s go. Out out.”

“My clothes, though!” you protest in the middle of the hallway. He sighs in frustration, scurries to the bedroom, and returns with a small pile in his arms, then continues to drag you to the front door.

“Are you always this pleasant with your guests the morning after?” you rage, putting on the rest of your clothes by the door. “You don’t even have the decency to offer me tea or coffee?”

“This was a one-night stand, not a bed and breakfast, sunshine,” he says as he watches you put your shoes on. He’s folding his arms again and leaning against the wall, his attitude dripping with smug. If he wasn’t a stranger, you’d punch it off his face. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were new to this, huh?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means you’re a borderline virgin who needs to toodle-loo, get going and gone because you’re overstaying your welcome as we speak.”

Finishing putting on your coat, you’re fuming as your jaw hangs at the personal jab over your skills in bed. Jaemin swings the door open and shoves you through it.

“But I’ll admit, it was still nice having sex with you!” he chimes with a sickening grin and a hand on the door.

“Aw, thanks asshole, wish I could say the same,” you sarcastically reply, resting a palm upon your chest.

He scoffs. “From what I heard last night, I think I can confidently say that you had a great time.”

Flashbacks replay in your mind of your screaming fest from underneath him. Little did Jaemin actually know—

“You know, for someone who I assume has many one-night stands,” you spit with squinted eyes. “I’m surprised you can’t tell when girls fake it.”

You must’ve hit a sore spot because he grinds his teeth and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

Oh yeah, you’re definitely the winner in this fight.

“Okay, you know what, Merry Christmas and fuck you. Have a great life!”

“Fuck you, dickface. Wishing you a miserable Christmas!”

With a bitter smile, you flip him off as he slams the door in your face.

Carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes, Jaemin’s on the way down to the laundry room in the basement of his apartment with his shoulder scrunched up, squeezing his phone to his ear.

“Bro, she had the audacity to say that I didn’t make her come when she was screaming my God damn ear off—”

As he steps down the short flight of stairs and passes by the foyer area by the main entrance to the building, he notices you’re still here.

“Shit, uh, Jeno,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and calls out to you as he strides closer. “Are you resorting to stalking me by my front door now?”

With crossed arms, you peer over your shoulder, eyes full of bitterness.

“Like I wanna be anywhere near you right now,” you grumble. You jerk your head towards the thick, wooden door. “It’s jammed from the snow.”

The laundry carrier shakes his head and places the basket onto the floor. “A little snow never hurt anyone. You’re probably just too weak.”

Stepping aside and holding out an arm, you signal for him to give it a try.

Jaemin twists the handle and, lo and behold, it doesn’t open. His forehead crinkles as he tries again and again, using more force each time.

Glancing through one of the partially frosted windows adjacent to the sides of the door, he notices the snow has piled enormously high, almost to the height of his chest.

“Well, shit.”

Reluctantly, Jaemin brings you back to his apartment. You’re technically his guest and if he left you in the foyer to freeze, trouble would surely come his way, whether it be in the form of his landlords (also known as his roommate’s parents) or the police.

Without a word, he settles a spoon in a bowl, a carton of milk, and a box of cereal onto the small kitchen table.

At first, you stare at it venomously in rejection, thinking you can easily last a day without any hand-outs from this son of a bitch, but your stomach roars ferociously three seconds later.

As you chew across from him, you enjoy the company of your phone over him, while he does the same but with a cup of coffee in hand.

After finishing your food, you adamantly place your phone down and lean back into the chair, boring holes into his head.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you seethe observantly.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he retorts, not pulling his gaze away from his phone.

“Because you started it,” you say slowly, stating the obvious.

“No, you.”

You sigh defeatedly at his childish behaviour. The weather apps predict the snow will (hopefully) die down by tomorrow morning, thus you’re officially stuck with him for the next twenty-four hours or so. Your hands rake through your hair.

“Whether we like it or not, the snow isn’t going away until tomorrow. Merry Christmas Eve to us, I guess.”

He’s still glued to his phone. You exhale another sigh.

“Since we’re not getting out of this until then, can we just...” You soften your voice. “Start over?”

His eyes are still on the screen, but from the way his shoulders tense and how he stops scrolling, you know he’s considering your proposition.

“At least call a stalemate over this.” You drift your hand in the air, gesturing between you and him.

Blowing out air and shaking his head, he rests his phone onto the table.

“Fine.”

He crosses his arms, imitating you, and the two of you sit there, staring at each other in a long silence.

One minute, to be exact.

You’re the one to break the silence game by running your hands over your face, letting out a hybrid of a groan and laugh.

“God, the fact that we had sex makes this kinda awkward, huh?”

Jaemin’s exterior melts slightly, letting out a snicker. He shrugs, “Then let’s just pretend that we didn’t have sex.”

“We can’t just pretend that we didn’t have sex,” you say, holding two upturned palms near your face.

“We did it, it’s done. I’ve seen your penis, you kicked me out, and you labelled me a prude—” You dart a finger towards him. “—which I am far from, by the way. All of those are pretty huge things.”

One of the corners of his mouth raises high. “Are you saying my penis is huge?”

“No, the implication of said penis is huge. Wipe that smirk off your face.”

He stretches an arm, holding an imaginary microphone to your face. “Do you deny that my penis is huge?”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his fist away. “What am I, on trial here?”

“Do you plead the fifth then?”

Annoyed, you roll your eyes again. Why do you get the feeling that you’re probably going to be doing this a lot more today? Another feeling tells you that if you don’t answer his question, he’ll probably pester you until you do.

You tilt your head side to side. “It’s... decently sized.”

“Bigger or smaller than average?”

“Perfect...” His eyes light up. “...ly average.” And a frown rolls over.

He squints his eyes accusingly at your sneer. “Are you lying like you did before about faking it?”

You scoff. “I wasn’t lying about faking it, and I’m not lying now about your average sized dick.”

Jaemin releases a disgruntled grumble and lifts his cup to his face. You notice he likes to take his coffee black and bitter, presumably like his heart.

“So, Miss I’m-Not-A-Prude-and-I’ve-Definitely-Had-Sex-Before.” His eyebrows perk up on the word definitely. “What’s your story? Why the last minute one-night stand?”

Shrugging your shoulders to your ears, you reply, “Haven’t had sex in a while.”

“When’s the last time you had sex?” he asks mid-sip.

“Half a year ago,” you respond nonchalantly, perching your chin into your palms.

Jaemin immediately chokes, almost spraying the coffee through his nose.

“Half a year?!” he gasps. It takes him a few hits to his chest to dispel the coughing. “Six months?!”

“Wow, you can count!” you exclaim in a condescending tone. You change the position of your hands so that your chin is now atop of the back of your curled fingers and tilt your head. “Can you also spell?”

“As a premed student, I can assure you that I am capable of doing both,” he says with a slight strain due to the coughing fit. The humble brag brings on another eye roll. Of course he’s a premed student with the attitude he wears.

“It’s just—” He clears his throat and swallows the last bit of coffee stuck in his windpipe. “—The last time I had a dry spell was for like, a month, tops.”

So the fuckboy gets laid way more on the daily than you expect. You’re torn between being envious over how much action he gets in comparison to you, or remorseful, since you’re now just one of the many notches on his bedpost.

No matter, sarcasm is always the best defence mechanism.

“Good for you, Jaemin. I’m sure you’re very proud of that.”

There’s an awkward beat. His head hangs for a moment while his thumbs stroke the sides of his cup. A strange pinch of guilt occurs. Did you overstep an unspoken line? But then he drags himself back to reality in a heartbeat.

Jaemin brings the cup to his mouth again, mumbling, “At least the sex on your part makes more sense now; you’re rusty as fuck.”

Completely aware of what he said, you trash your guilt entirely and narrow your eyes. “What did you just say?”

Following a long sip, he hums, “Mmm, nothing.” Soon after, he stands up with his cup.

“I’m gonna go game now. Feel free to watch Netflix on the TV and stay in the living room.”

As if you had anywhere else to go...

He begins to walk towards his room as you mutter under your breath, “I’m not a dog.”

“Says the bitch,” he pipes up, taking you by surprise.

“Thought we had a stalemate?!” you shout, leaning your head forward as you watch him entering his room.

“Doesn’t mean we’re on peaceful terms!” he sing-shouts.

The flinging of the closed door echoes throughout the apartment.

Regret surges through you. You just had to choose a fuckboy fluent in assholery and end up incidentally being isolated with him during a snow storm on Christmas Eve.

You wonder if you can handle being around him for the next twenty-four hours without killing him first.

During the afternoon, you’re on the living room couch, playing a show as mostly background noise while you’re on your phone. At one point, your phone unsurprisingly begins to die and you tread over to Jaemin’s door to ask for a charger and if you can also take a shower. He’s still annoyed by your existence, but at least he hands you a charger and lets you know where the extra towels are.

Stepping into the living room with the towel in your hand as you dry your hair off, you peer out the large living room window and see nothing but white engulfing the streets and buildings as far as the eye can see.

You pray the snow will eventually stop as soon as possible so you can head back home.

By the middle of the afternoon, Jaemin emerges from his bedroom and shocks you by plopping down on the opposite end of the living room couch from where you’re sitting.

“Bored?” you ask, eyes fixated on the TV screen.

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p as he says it. His slings his arm around the top of the couch.

“Gotta keep an eye on you in case you do something.” Turning away from the screen, he faces you and motions circles with his hand. “You’ve got a little crazy in you, I can feel it.”

You quickly glance over at him, but try to refocus on the TV. “Need I remind you that you’re the crazy one, dragging me out of the apartment right as I woke up.”

That compels him to turn his whole body towards you. “Well, you’re the one who wanted a last-minute one-night stand.”

You match his stance. “As if I’m the first girl in your bed to stay in the morning?”

“Actually, yeah.” He aggressively tilts his head to one side. “Most girls leave before I even get up. The other percentage don’t fight me when I ask for them to go, so it looks like you’re the odd one out.”

You press your lips together, refusing to admit that maybe he has a point, under the assumption that he’s telling the truth.

Jaemin twists his body back to the screen and adds, “I make it very clear on my profile that I don’t do morning afters, sweetheart.”

And you agree that his profile is clear about his intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can condone his shitty behaviour.

“Well, sorry that I expected just an ounce of respect instead of getting kicked to the curb after you stuck your dick in me,” you grumble, shifting back to the show and crossing your arms.

“Morning afters lead to attachments, and attachments lead to feelings, and feelings lead to relationships,” he says the string of words clinically, as if it’s a mantra that he lives by.

Your eyebrows knit together as you whip your head towards him once more, studying him.

“And what’s so wrong with that?”

Deliberately averting your gaze, Jaemin grates his tongue between his teeth, a slight tsk audibly heard, and his chin juts out. There’s definitely a story behind his ways. He huffs and changes the subject.

“Seriously?” He holds a hand out. “You’re watching this trashy show?”

Squinting your eyes at him, you could probably interrogate him further, but you decide otherwise.

“It may be trashy,” you concur, looking at the TV. “But it’s my trashy comfort show.”

Following an over-the-top acted out scene between the show’s main love interests, Jaemin shoots up from the couch.

“Yeah, no, I can’t handle this. Can we either put on something else or game or something?”

“Why don’t you go back to your room to game, Mr. I’m-Not-Bored?”

“Like I said, I gotta keep an eye on you,” he says while bending over in front of the TV, already setting up the Playstation. He tosses you a controller as he strides to his side of the couch again.

He mumbles to himself, “Need to make sure you don’t go crazy from the lack of human interaction.”

Either Jaemin is selfish and only looking out for himself, or he wants to make sure you’re not feeling lonely in a stranger’s home.

Likely the first reason, you deduce—because why would a guy like Jaemin care about a mere one-night stand?

Admittedly, you’re not the best at games, especially at fighting ones. You can comprehend the move lists, but you like to live by button smashing the controller and repeating moves over and over.

So it’s hilarious when you beat Jaemin every round with your surprisingly fruitful technique.

“Okay, this is bullshit,” Jaemin complains, sticking his tongue out in irritation. His ass is currently being handed to him on a plate again since you’re almost done killing his character off. “You must be lying to me; you have to be a pro player or some shit.”

Jaemin’s health bar is dangerously low as your character jabs his with a sword. He winces out loud and you snicker.

“Why do you think I always lie about everything?! Dude, you have serious trust issues,” you joke before you steal the opportunity to slice his character. One more hit and he’s done for.

“I do not! I just—nooo!”

You rise to your feet and pump your arms in the air, turning in circles in joy over yet another win.

Sulking, Jaemin eyes your little dance from his end on the couch, but as he watches you more, a feeling balloons in his chest. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Finally coming down from your post-win high, you spot an emerging grin from the corner of your eye, making you pause.

“What?” you eye him suspiciously.

Your suspicion pops the sensation in his chest and, like a fish out of water, his eyes widen and his grin melts away.

“Nothing, uhm.” He ruffles his eyebrows and palms the back of his neck, quickly facing the TV. “Let’s go one more round and then we can switch to another game—”

Suddenly, the TV and surrounding lights switch off. Both of you waver your eyes, anticipating for them to come back on, but they unfortunately don’t.

Jaemin rushes over to the window. When he swivels his head towards you, his face darkens.

“Looks like it’s at least the whole block. The streetlights are out too.”

Without another word, he dashes to the linen closet and brings back several blankets. He calmly explains that there won’t be heat since it’s connected to the electricity, so it’d be best to keep warm with the extra layers.

Not wanting to scare you, he doesn’t add the fact that due to the huge windows in the apartment, more unnecessary cold air will come in, but you’re already cognizant of it from your own logic and since the remaining heat dissolves rapidly.

You groan and retreat into the massive blanket over your shoulders, turtling your head.

You can’t believe you’re going to fucking die in this asshole’s apartment on Christmas Eve.

On the ends of the couch in your makeshift blanket jackets, both of you attend to your phones for a while.

From what people and the news outlets are saying, it’s not just the block, but the whole city grid is out. You frantically text your friends, giving updates on how you are and half-jokingly telling them that you’re going to die with your dreadful one-night stand. Some time passes and Jaemin tosses his phone off to one side.

“Well, since there’s nothing else to do and we should probably conserve our phone batteries—” You glance up at him from your phone and pout. Slowly nodding in agreement, you toss it aside too. “—why don’t we play a game of ‘I’ll-Give-You-Pointers-on-How-to-be-Better-in-Bed’?”

A smile burgeons on his irritatingly handsome face and your eyes roll. At this point, you wonder if the reaction is conditioned into you. “It’ll be my early Christmas gift to you.”

“Wow, so thoughtful, how could I ever thank you?” You drag the blanket closer to your chest in false gratitude.

You think for a serious moment if you really want to go through with this. Hearing Jaemin run his mouth on you unwarranted is already painful, but to give him the go-ahead to do so? Especially criticizing your skills in bed?

You blow out a sigh, noting the slightly visible cloud. You’re grateful Jaemin has thick, downy blankets.

Well, if you’re going to die, may as well know what went wrong, right?

“Fine, but if we’re playing this game, we have to say everything honestly and take the criticism we get.” You point a stern finger. “No rebuttals, just acceptance.”

“Wait.” Jaemin crinkles his face in genuine confusion as his hand peeks out from his blanket.

“You have things to criticize about me in bed?”

Your lips tremble before you burst into laughter. Displeasure is on Jaemin’s tight-lipped face as you laugh for a while, almost keeling over in your blanket ball onto the hardwood floor. “How conceited are you, oh, my fucking God?”

He slices his hand through the air. “I’ve never had any complaints—”

“Because you’re too busy focusing on your own orgasm, you selfish dickwad,” you say as your laughter dies down.

He sits in his snit for a few more moments until he gets over it.

“Fine, fine,” he huffs. Jaemin knows he’s not going to enjoy this, but he’s the one who suggested it. He can’t back out now. “Let’s just get this over with, you go first.”

With your blanket held by your chest, you hop off your end of the couch and shuffle over in front of him where he’s seated. Beaming, you begin.

“Let’s start with foreplay.” Jaemin’s eyes light up with confidence, thinking he’s at least decent with that. You crush his expression as your lips purse and you shake your head.

“Non-existent.”

“What do you mean?! I kissed you as you took off your clothes.”

You stick your free hand out from your blanket, extending your index finger.

“One: you only kissed my lips. You know, there are other parts of me to kiss, like, I don’t know, my neck, my arms, my shoulders.”

You extend another finger. “And, two: it’s weird to not help someone take off their clothes. Like you’re in a super rush to get somewhere or something—”

“We’re fucking!” he cuts in sharply. “This is a one-night stand, not a relationship.”

Closing your eyes and dropping your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh in exaggeration.

“Thought we agreed no rebuttals...” you softly sing-say.

Jaemin’s head sinks a little into his blanket. “Sorry.”

Removing your hand, you shrug. “Maybe there’s some rule that I don’t know about one-night stands, so this could be on me.”

You start to aimlessly tread back and forth in front of him, dragging the blanket along too. “But fuck, foreplay is foreplay for a reason. You work your way up to the heat of the moment and it makes sex much better, regardless if you’re in a relationship with the person or not.”

“Next point.” You stop walking and direct your focus on him. Pointing your finger and looking him dead in the eye, you ask, “Do you know what a vagina is?”

He snorts with a simper. “Uhhh, is this a rhetorical question?”

“No, I’m legit asking,” you say with a raised eyebrow and snarky smile. “Because when you went down on me, all you flicked your tongue at was the outside of it, also called the labia if you didn’t know.”

“I’m premed, of course I—”

“Which is great! But you didn’t go any deeper nor did you go near my clit.”

You thrust your finger again. “Do you also know what that is?”

“Yes...” he groans with the flickering eyelids.

You swipe your arm through the air. “Maybe make use of it, and not only when you go down on girls. Even during sex, touching it is great.”

“And lastly,” you continue. “I’ll be honest here, you have a decent dick.”

Jaemin waggles his finger. “So you were lying before—”

“I wasn’t lying,” you retort firmly. “But anyways, you’ve got the stuff, but why don’t you put it to better use?”

With the following words, you attempt to gesture with your body and execute moves as graphic visuals. Jaemin giggles at the sight.

“Vary the speeds and the angle, don’t just slam it in me and go crazy fast from the get-go. Build up to the climax. Jesus, I couldn’t even get close to coming because you’re like a jackhammer from start to finish.”

When you finally finish, Jaemin’s giggles morph into hollow laughs. Frustration is blatant on your face, pondering if he even absorbed a single word you said.

After he calms down, he asks, “Are you done?”

You mumble, “Yeah, I think so.”

The two of you switch places. He shuffles onto his feet with his blanket while you sit back on the couch.

Jaemin pulls the blanket across the floor as he ambles. “Okay, your head game is decent—”

“Excuse you, my head game is strong.”

“Uh-uh, rebuttal,” he points out.

You sigh. Pinching your fingers together, you drag the invisible zipper across your mouth, then wave your hand, allowing him to resume.

“Your head game is decent. You definitely can deepthroat, but—” He mirrors you from before and extends his index finger.

“One: this happened only a few times, but your teeth scraped against my dick, which is why I assumed you were a borderline virgin.”

You fume silently at the accusation, attempting to not speak up with a heap of rebuttals. But he wasn’t wrong—if you teethed on his dick, that’s a classic virgin move.

“But that’s okay, because we already established that you’re just rusty.” Jaemin flashes you a fake comforting smile as he continues to pace. You flash him one back.

“And two—” He holds another finger out. “Don’t be scared to use your hands and stroke me. Give my dick some love. If it’s too wet, just wipe your hands on the bed or something.”

“Okay, duly noted,” you hum. “Next.”

“Don’t be scared to touch me.”

“I touched you so much during—”

He shoots you a glare. You roll your mouth inward, your lips disappearing instantly.

“Your hands were mostly on the sheets, which is hot, but guys like to be felt up too.”

The attractive individual peers up for a second, thinking to himself. “Even hotter when a girl feels herself up during the fucking, but that’s beside the point. Baby steps, just remember to touch the other person.”

Jaemin does a full-stop and faces you.

“And just... don’t fake it.” Distress is evident in his pout. You hate to admit it, but it’s a little cute. He raises an arm and jerks it in the air. “Why do girls fake it?”

“Because guys with egos like you can’t handle criticism,” you reply bluntly.

“What are we doing, having this conversation, hm?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it didn’t snow in and keep us here together.” You peel a hand away and gesture to the window. “If I walked out of here this morning, you would’ve just fucked the next girl the same.”

He defends himself, “Faking it just feeds our egos.”

“Yeah, well, if I told you afterwards that I didn’t come, what would you do?”

“Try to make you come in other ways?”

Shaking your head, you scoff. “Guys like you aren’t that considerate.”

“You’re right.” He assents, holding his pointer finger against his chest. “Because guys like me aim to please.”

A brilliant thought leaps in his mind and Jaemin gasps. You can only assume bad things from the wicked smile he sends your way.

“Why don’t we try it again?”

Perplexed, you squint at him.

“Try what again...?”

“Sex,” he says enthusiastically.

You blankly stare at him.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” you deadpan.

“I mean, there’s nothing else to do and it’ll keep us warm.”

You continue to stare at him until you groan.

“Oh, my God...” Your blanket droops a bit off your shoulders as you drag your palms across your face. “I cannot believe I’m stuck in this snowstorm with you out of all people...”

Sitting next to you, Jaemin persistently reasons with you. “Think of it also as another learning experience for the future partners we’ll have.”

“Yeah, if we don’t die first!” you shriek.

“We’re not going to die,” Jaemin replies in a mocking tone and a dart of his tongue.

Outside the window, the snow seems to have slowed down, but not by much.

God, Jaemin better be fucking right because you want to live to see another day.

“Fine,” you mutter and match his gaze. “But we have to be vocal throughout the whole thing. Say whatever’s on our mind.”

“Fine,” he agrees to your terms. He produces the same wicked smile again. “But can we film it then? So we can study it after?”

You fire him a death glare that melts his face off, even in the frigid atmosphere.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he says, waving his hand.

They say that jokes are half-meant true, but you think Jaemin fully meant it. Still in your blanket jackets, Jaemin snags your free hand and leads you to his room.

“You gotta give me credit for trying, though.”

“No.” You shake your head with an unwilling smile creeping on the edge of your lips. On second thought, maybe the joke was a little funny, but you still stand by your opinion that he’s the most annoying person in the world. “I don’t think I will.”

“Thank God Chenle has so many scented candles...”

On the edge of Jaemin’s bed, huddled by the blanket, you watch him light up several large jars, placing them on his nightstand and desk in hopes to brighten the room. It’s already late afternoon, but one could mistaken it for nighttime with the muddy sky due to the snow.

“Is Chenle your roommate?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin answers with a slight shiver, igniting the last candle near the bedside. He removed his blanket when he went to nab the matches and candles. “His girlfriend gets free ones from work, so she always gives him a shit ton, even though he never uses them.”

With a glowing hue against his face, he blows out the match. He makes his way to you, a cocky grin plastered on him, as he says, “Guess we’re making use of them now, though.”

Before you can even respond, Jaemin gets right down to business—sitting beside you on the mattress, he palms your face and drags you in for a kiss. You softly yelp, but immediately reciprocate.

The cover falls off your body as you reach to touch him, fingers drifting over his solid arms.

You don’t want to stroke his large ego, and maybe it’s because you haven’t had anyone else on you in a while, but Jaemin’s kisses are something else.

The cushiony pair of lips always executes enough pressure against your mouth, increasing and decreasing on command in perfect tandem and timing. His hands hover over your waist and the nape of your neck, fingers sinking into your hot skin.

His mouth trails downward the side of your neck. You crane your head back, indulging in his caresses as soft moans trickle out.

He gently signals for you to recline back and lay onto the mattress, moving the sea of blankets aside. Inclined on his elbow, almost atop of you, his cool fingers glide under your top layers, his thumb stroking against your stomach.

Pulling away from your body, he tugs on the ends of your clothes. You rise from the bed to better the angle for him to discard of them.

The hairs on your skin are standing on end from the frigid air, but you’re too focused on Jaemin’s mouth migrating over your upper arm and your bra-covered chest to care. Without notice, he stuffs a cup of the bra to one side and takes your bosom into his mouth.

Air’s seized from your lungs and your core contracts from the pleasure. Your fingers tug on Jaemin’s luscious locks and his free hand squeezes your unoccupied breast.

After a few twirls of his tongue and a gentle drawing of his teeth on the pointed tip, he mumbles hotly into your chest while he thumbs your other nipple, “Foreplay still non-existent?”

“It’s better, I guess,” you sigh with fluttering eyes. His chuckling reverberates against your cleavage, a sign of amusement from your obstinacy. A gasp pierces the room as Jaemin repeats his actions onto the other breast.

He aids you in taking off the rest of your clothes and, obviously aware of your goosebumps and shuddering, tells you to get underneath the blankets while he strips himself.

Under the toasty ocean of layers, despite how both of you are bare-boned and how easy it is to jump into the main act, Jaemin purposefully continues to prolong the foreplay. Side by side, your lips meld endlessly; your legs and hands are intertwined in an amorous pretzel.

Jaemin ensures he doesn’t leave any part of you untouched—the pads of fingers virtually graze over every inch of your body. Each grip and drag of his digits sends you in a frenzy. Your chest is pressed into him and your eyes are blinded with desire.

In the back of your mind, you think about how you were right about foreplay working up to the heat of the moment—literally, because you’re dripping, he’s hard, and you two have embraced so much that you don’t need the blankets anymore.

On the other hand, you wonder if Jaemin was right about skipping foreplay, because with every whisper of each other’s name, the intimacy rises immensely. You don’t know him, and neither him with you, but you’re both freely drowning in one another in a plane beyond the lust.

Although the room’s beginning to smell of a mix of all the scented candles, Jaemin hones in and drinks in your sweet aroma and your entirety behind his hazy eyes and already tousled hair. All of a sudden, one drag of his fingers over a particular sensitive spot on your body makes you giggle.

“I’m ticklish over there.”

“You mean right—” He drums his fingers over the area again. “—here?”

With a toothy grin, he generates more suffering from you and you begin to lively howl. Soon enough, you beg him to stop.

“You’re such an asshat, c’mon, let me live!”

When he ceases, his head hangs over yours and your gazes connect.

The same feeling blooms in his chest from before in the living room.

He gulps as his eyes waver over your face, unknowingly tracing your beautiful features and etching them into his memory.

Your starry eyes. Your glowing aura. Your everything.

You barely register the change in his expression because he quickly tramples on his moment of weakness by kissing you passionately.

Jaemin whips the blankets aside as he lowers himself between your legs. Your eyes are fixated on him, matching his stare, until he starts to devour you by swiping against your lustrous folds. Your back bows, and, following a few more licks, Jaemin makes a point of his knowledge of the vagina by spreading your lips and ravishing your pussy, tongue penetrating deeply.

Rippled moans release in harmony with your undulating chest. You swear you’re getting more wet, too wet, likely making it overwhelming for Jaemin, but he’s eagerly lapping every drop up.

“How’s that?” he inquires with a grin, hovering over your trembling nether lips. His mouth is evidently glossy, even under the dim lighting.

“Good,” you pant in the most nonchalant tone you can muster up. “Very good-ahhh—”

Jaemin kindly interrupts you by tonguing your clit as he fingers your sex deeply, shattering your fake indifference.

“Move your tongue up more,” you direct, creasing your eyebrows in despair. He follows your direction, and droning moans ensue.

Jaemin’s immersed in your pleasure, but also adding to his own. The more he laps up your wetness, the more he grinds his length against the bed, aching to be inside of you.

Your desire pulses faster, contracting tighter against his fingers, body winding tensely by the second.

“Fuck, Jaemin,” you whine, leaning your head to one side with a parted mouth. “I’m close.”

He draws back and temporarily replaces his tongue with his thumb.

“Good,” he pants, cocking his head to one side. His eyes are filled with determination. “Because I’m not stopping until you come at least two more times tonight.”

You exhale a light laugh. “That’s ambiti-ohgodohgod—”

His tongue works wonders on your clit once more, so much that he has to brace your bucking hips.

Okay, maybe Jaemin did learn a thing or two and actually listened to what you said during your critique.

But now it’s time to demonstrate to him what you’ve learned.

You don’t need much of a break to catch your breath, nor do you want to immediately freeze due to inactivity, so you pull Jaemin in for an intense kiss, tongue dipping into the remnants of your own nectar, then beckon for him to take your former place on the bed.

Perched on the bottom of your feet, you’re on one side of Jaemin, lackadaisically fisting his prominence. After a few strokes, you gradually swallow his inches, keeping in mind to relax your jaw and to not rush in order to avoid any potential teething. You do this to prove yourself worthy of giving head, but also in spite, because you absolutely do not need Jaemin to brand you a virgin again.

You read his quiet groans and his long fingers running lazily through your hair as a positive sign and advance further.

Carefully, you rest your tongue beneath the underside of his cock and bob your head, licking him until he’s sopping with your saliva. His grip in your hair grows in strength as his length reaches the end of your throat, his groans becoming more and more drawn-out.

A needy whimper leaves him as you suddenly withdraw. Dribbles of your spit follow, and you wipe it off with the back of your hand.

“How am I doing?” you glow in a pant, lazily stroking the doused shaft.

He simply nods with half-lidded eyes, barely able to look at you. “Yeah.”

You snicker at him in his breathless position, a prickle of pride running through your spine over the fact that you blew his mind as much as you blew his dick.

“Use your words, Jaemin.”

Teasingly, your fingers curl around his blunt head, soothing the sensitive tip and sending jolts throughout him.

“Fuck—” he pulls his bottom lip upward. “Awesome. You’re doing awesome.”

“Anything to critique?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head restlessly. You revel a bit more in having the upper hand on him a little while longer. You grip him tighter and hasten your speed, leaving him gasping for air.

“Am I still rusty?”

“Nope, nope,” he croaks, voice rising to a whine. “Definitely not rusty.”

“You sure?” His cockiness has transferred over to you.

“Yes, yes—fuck, slow down, please,” Jaemin begs.

Granting his wish, you abate your rhythm and free his inches from your touch.

You wipe your hands on the sides of the bed while Jaemin rummages through the drawer of his nightstand and hastily rolls over the rubber over himself before he prepares to enter the body beneath his.

Recalling your advice, Jaemin mindfully starts off slow. You sigh blissfully in sync to his thrusts. He adjust himself, attempting another angle, and you draw in air between your teeth.

“There, there—“

Jaemin’s quick-witted and keeps at it, plunging a bit more vigorously. Out of habit, your hands grasp onto the bedsheets, but you wittingly attach them to his frame. Hands grazing his neck, his firm pecs, and his taut muscles.

“Touch-touch my stomach,” he orders in a hush.

You hands follow through and feel up the flexed valley of his abs. Feeling up evolves into desperate gripping and even the slight dragging of your nails.

“Your abs are so fucking hot,” you state thoughtlessly, eyes eating up the view alongside his cock disappearing in and out of you. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah?” he rasps with that devilish smirk of his. God, you want to smack it off him, but not right now—not when you’re reaching euphoria. “You’re not just saying that?”

Oh, you’ve definitely stroked his ego now, but there’s no turning back. Truth spills from you on a whim.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” you gasp acutely.

You’re starting to wither away, yet, as if they have a life of their own, your hands drift away from him and find a new home atop your breasts.

“You make me feel so good, Jaemin...”

Jaemin’s eyes go wide. His mouth hangs at the lewdness of you touching yourself.

“Fuck, holy shit.”

His gaze doesn’t leave your ecstatic face or humming body for a second as you knead your breasts and tweak your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches further when Jaemin deepens his sweet, fulfilling thrusts. He’s holding himself back, not wanting to end this beautiful deed just yet.

The stimulation bursts over your body, both from your own doing and Jaemin’s.

You plead, “Faster, please, faster.”

And he complies, but he also rubs your bundle of nerves, causing a tight knot in you to build up and your shallow moans transform into heavy screams. You clasp onto his back and claw at the protruding shoulder blades.

“I’m-I’m—”

You clench, both with your core and your nails digging into him, but Jaemin’s unrelenting, capturing your second peak for the evening.

Instead of coming after you, he shockingly veers lower and closer to you and curbs his pace.

“Was that real?”

You respond with an exhausted nod. Oddly, the smile he shows this time isn’t arrogant, but warm and teetering the line of tenderness. His lips fuse with yours before they stray towards your neck. The passion stews as he sucks your tits, all the while lunging laxly into you.

With an obscene pop!, Jaemin removes himself from your nubs.

“Ready for the last round?”

His fast thrusts, hitting you precisely in the best spot, cloud your already weakened logic, deterring you from making any response.

Perspiration is blatant on both individuals. For him, his forehead glistens gorgeously with his damp hair. For you, the back of your bent knees are gluing together. Your bodies are about to pass out, but you both persevere until the end.

As you convulse and perish together in beautiful agony, coincidentally enough, the bulbs in the room and in the streets leap to radiance.

Together, you collapse onto the bed side by side, panting heavily and laughing.

“Told you we weren’t going to die.”

You turn your head to see Jaemin looking at you with a cheeky grin. In retaliation, you stick your tongue out.

By nighttime, it’s finally stopped snowing outside. However, the streets won’t be cleared until morning, at the very least.

But... you’re surprisingly okay with that.

In a turn of events, the sex inexplicably makes the two of you warm up to each other. There still is targeted banter and tension between you, lingering from before, but it’s less hostile and more playful.

During a fancy Christmas Eve dinner of microwavable pizzas, you poke fun at each other’s majors and discuss your respective hobbies in depth, especially his love for photography. Jaemin even asks if he can take a picture of you, claiming that the kitchen lighting actually looks nice on someone for once.

“Is that how you collect the memory of your one-night stands? Instead of hanging their skins in your closet, you sweet-talk your way and keep all the photos of them?” you joke, referring to the video call from yesterday night. It feels like an eternity ago, but snowstorms tend to do that.

He chuckles behind the camera as he snaps a photo of you scrunching your face cutely.

“Yeah, but you’re the first one who has clothes on,” he says, glancing down at the photo on the camera roll.

“Ugh, gross,” you cringe and take a sip of tea.

Jaemin doesn’t add anything further. He leaves out the fact that he never keeps any traces of his one-night stands, that you’re the first girl he’s taken a picture of in a while.

After a few hours of more talking and even some gaming with one another, sleep is much needed. Jaemin offers an extra toothbrush and a sweater and pair of sweats to sleep in. You’re facing each other on his bed, noses almost touching.

“It’s been a while since I haven’t had sex with a girl before I slept next to them,” he whispers, adjusting himself comfortably. The side of his face rests on his piled hands. “It’s kinda nice.”

You cover your mouth as you yawn, then lay your hand back under your head, reflecting the same position as Jaemin.

“You know, it might be my sleepiness talking, but maybe you’re not the worst person in the world to be stuck with during a snowstorm.”

A lovely chuckle echoes in your ear. “I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart.”

After a few moments, your eyes are fluttering to a close until he softly calls out your name.

“Hm?” you stir awake, but not by much.

“Do you...?”

Jaemin doesn’t know what’s gotten to him, doesn’t quite understand why the defences he built for so long are crumbling down in only a day of knowing you.

And yet, something urges him to give it a chance.

Blowing out a shaky sigh, he anxiously intertwines his fingers with yours. You hum softly at the action and a small smile blooms on your face.

“Do you want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Hm?” His question doesn’t take you aback as much as you would be if you were fully awake. But even in your drowsy state, you have quips in hand. “Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, wants to go on a date?”

“Yeah,” he replies gently, brushing your loose hair out of your face.

Another yawn. “I thought you said you don’t want feelings and relationships and all that shit.”

His fingers trace your pretty jawline and shrugs. “One date doesn’t mean we’re going to be in a relationship, I’m sure you know that.”

You pause for a good two seconds, but the two seconds feel like forever for Jaemin.

“Mmm, fine. One date, just one.” You barely hold up your pointer finger. “And only because it’s Christmas tomorrow. ‘Tis the season to be giving...”

Relief washes over Jaemin in the form of a smile. Embracing the blatant feeling in his chest this time, he plants a light kiss on your nose and wishes you sweet dreams, even though you’ve already fallen soundly asleep.

Sunlight pours over your eyes on Christmas morning.

Déjà vu peculiarly creeps up on you, but the only thing that’s the same as yesterday is waking up in Jaemin’s bed.

He’s next to you this time, deep in his peaceful slumber, instead of waiting for you to leave by his doorframe. The snow has finally stopped, and you think you hear the faint noises of snow plows outside. You inhale deeply and also notice the faded aroma from all the scented candles from last night.

The scenes of yesterday flicker across your mind. The incredible sex. The talking. The dinner. The interlocking of his fingers with yours.

The date he asked you out on.

You stare at him, watching him sleep with a sense of content.

Turning your body, you routinely check your phone, which is charging beside his. You have a slew of Merry Christmas texts from several chats and a few private messages from your friends.

Your attention falls on Jaemin’s phone when it lights up with a notification, likely texts from his friends and family too.

But that’s not what you’re focusing on.

Your heart sinks at the sight of his lockscreen.

It’s a picture of him and a girl kissing.

A twinge emerges in your chest and twists harder and harder.

Jaemin being a fuckboy, you can respect. People can do whatever they want with their lives.

But to cheat?

That’s unforgivable, and a true sin if there ever was one.

You scramble to dash out of there, careful not to make any noises in fear of waking Jaemin up. However, Jaemin’s sensitive to the sounds of the front door, so he rouses awake. His eyes flit open, noticing how you’re gone. He then sees his phone blowing up and adds two and two together.

With his phone in hand, Jaemin rushes to get on a coat and stuffs his feet into his boots, not giving a shit that he’s wearing his thin pajamas in the coldness. He’s bounding down the flight of stairs and onto the bright, white wonderland of the streets.

He swivels his head and catches sight of you almost past down the block, slowly trekking through the thick snow. Jaemin sprints, as much as he can, and hops towards you.

He yells your name, making others on the street turn, but you don’t. You continue forward without looking back.

“Wait! I can explain!”

You’re trying to gain speed, but cardio isn’t your friend. Thankfully for Jaemin, it’s a close friend for him.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it, Jaemin,” you grunt, hearing the rapid crunching of his shoes coming closer. “Get lost.”

“No, listen to me for a second.”

The boyish man grasps you by the arm and turns you around. You throw his arm away from you and he holds his hands in the air, letting you know that he respects your space. He drops his hands and sees that you’re seething, even worse than you were when he kicked you out yesterday.

“How are you going to explain your lockscreen with you kissing your fucking girlfriend?! Hm?”

“Ex,” he pants in clarification. “Ex-girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows mesh together in utter confusion.

“Okay? That doesn’t make me feel any better, knowing that you’re still hung up on your ex.”

Jaemin shakes his head and rakes a hand through his hair. You note the large clouds he exhales and how he’s barely wearing any clothes. A tinge of sympathy passes through you, wanting to give him some of your clothes for extra layers, but you smother that quickly in your state of rage.

“I’m not hung up on her. Remember you asked me yesterday why I don’t want girls to stay the next morning?”

You cock your head impatiently, as if saying, “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t want to attach myself to girls. I can’t. I...”

He lowers his head to one side. Shutting his eyes, a long puff emits from his mouth.

“She cheated on me.”

The snow plows in the distance can’t compare to the pumping of your heart in your ears. All the feelings you felt in the last day, but especially in the last fifteen minutes, jumble together in your head, making you feel uneasy and unsure of what to exactly feel or comprehend of the situation.

But you do know one thing, despite the fact that you two barely know each other, the pained look on his face is real—that this is the untold story behind his ways.

Jaemin lifts his head and holds out his phone for emphasis. “The lockscreen serves as a constant reminder that dating and feelings will and can fuck me up.”

Carefully, he steps a little closer to you and slowly cups your face in his shaking hands. You don’t pull away nor is there the same anger from moments before, so he daintily runs his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Until you showed me yesterday that maybe I’m willing to give it all another shot. Risk it all for fuck knows what, but you make it look like it’s worth it.”

He continues his ramble after adjusting some of your hair from the ongoing breeze.

“Sure, it’s Christmas today, but I don’t want you to say yes to going on a date with me just because it is. I want you to say yes because maybe you like spending time with me just as much as I like to spend it with you.”

You’re completely disoriented—your eyes are shifting everywhere but his eyes and your lips are quivering with no words coming out. He sighs understandingly.

“Look, I know you’re probably having second thoughts and you don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think on it for as much time as you need, but I want you to know that I genuinely like you and I want to go on an actual date with you.”

He peels his hand away from your face and raises it into the air as if taking an oath.

“I, Na Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, will devote to monogamy once again if it means I can date you.”

His hands grab yours, kisses the back of them, and then he presses one kiss onto your icy cheek prior to walking away.

“Merry Christmas,” he says with a sad smile. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

Later that evening at your large family’s Christmas party, you take another dreadful gulp of your wine.

It’s the happy holiday season, but why does everyone feel the need to stick their nose in your dating life? Well, really, a lack there of.

“Why are you still single?” Layers of their voices resound the same question in your head. You take another swig.

Potential unsaid answers that you kept to yourself fly around as you swish the drink in your glass.

Because you choose to be.

Okay, not really, but it’s the easiest answer.

Because you haven’t found the right guy to get you back in the game.

What does that even mean? What makes the right guy even right?

The right guy? It’s someone who makes you laugh, someone who gives as good as they can take it, someone who wants you just as much as you do.

The cogs move in your head as you take one more sip before you finally come to the conclusion—

Because you didn’t find the right guy until last night.

Despite the mess of today and yesterday morning, you realize that Jaemin is... actually sort of sweet. Annoying, yes, but he keeps you on your toes. It’s a plus that he’s easy on the eyes, but it’s a bigger plus that he’s even easier to talk to.

And if he can find it in his scorched heart to trust you, you can find it in your heart to trust him too.

You quickly say your good-byes to your family and let them know you have other plans with friends tonight.

As the Uber rolls up to his apartment building, you realize you probably should’ve messaged him on Tinder, but it’s worth a shot to see if he’s home. Anyways, impulsiveness is a controlling entity, as evident from your Christmas Eve Eve’s adventure.

And in retrospect, perhaps Jaemin was the perfect pick of the crop after all.

Someone’s entering the building and lets you in behind them. You take the stairs two at a time and hear booming music coming from his floor. At first, you assume it’s from other apartments, but it’s all coming from one—his.

Without a thought, your knuckle taps the door.

A handsome figure that’s definitely not Jaemin opens the door. Behind him, you see a group of young men scattered around the living room, and some have a few girls tucked under their arms.

The man eyes you up and down with a spark in his eye. He’s not Jaemin, but he surely reminds you of him.

“And who might you be?” he asks.

“Who’s at the door, Jeno?” An unknown male voice hollers in a high pitch from the couch. He’s one of the guys with a girl attached to him.

You blink. “Uhm, I’m—”

“She’s with me!” Jaemin shoves the flirty stranger aside and tugs you by your wrist, making headway to his bedroom. He flips the light switch on and the door clicks shut.

“What are you doing h—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

An innocent one, at first, with hints of alcohol on each other’s lips. Your arms wrap around the other and the passion increases with the mingling of your tongues, each party tasting and confirming the specific drinks you both consumed tonight.

Jaemin forces himself to pull away and presses his forehead against yours. “Did you just come all the way here to kiss me, or...?”

“Maybe I came over to ask... if I can stay with you for another night?” you playfully ask, fingers intertwining behind the nape of his neck.

He chuckles heartily. His fingers sink into the sides of your waist. “Is my dick that great? The sex with me that amazing?”

“Mmm, that’s definitely a benefit,” you agree, fluttering your nose against his. “But I want more than that—“ You poke a finger to his chest. “—I want the man behind the dick.”

Your gazes converge, bringing you together as one.

“I want to go on that date with you. I want you, Jaemin.”

He flashes a megawatt smile that could compete with a million Christmas lights, but it fades suddenly and you’re unsure why he seems like he’s about to bawl his eyes out.

“That’s so beautiful, I might cry.” He brings a finger to his eye, pretending to shed a tear.

Oh, yeah—you’re definitely going to need to hire someone to constantly shove your eyeballs back into your sockets if you’re going to date Jaemin.

“Oh, shut up,” you whisper, yanking him in for another kiss.

Three dates later, including a memorable New Year’s Eve, you finally decide to rid of the Tinder app for good.

With his arm around you on his living room couch, Jaemin glances over your shoulder.

“Really? You’re finally deleting your Tinder?”

You snort in disbelief. “That’s gold, coming from the King of Tinder himself. When did you delete?”

He turns to face the television and shrugs coolly.

“Maybe I didn’t.”

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” you nod, eyes still on your phone.

“Nah, I’m kidding, I did.”

You sharply turn your head.

“No way. When?” you press with narrow eyes.

A shy smile emerges on Jaemin’s face as he picks his pants over his thighs.

“On the night of Christmas Eve, after you agreed to go on a date with me.”

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rogerslovesstark · 3 years

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No More Love

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader, Sharon x fem!reader [platonic, for now ;)]

Word Count: 2,020

WARNING: ANGST, mean Steve, Sharon being a sweetheart because she is portrayed negatively, I've done it but girls support girls!

“Steve, where are you going?” You ask quietly, scared of his response because it seemed that he was always on the verge of exploding when you spoke to him. You felt like you were walking around eggshells whenever you were around him.

Ever since he came back from Bolivia, he was constantly angry when he was around you. You noticed something was off when the night he came back, you tried to give him a massage and he jerked himself away from you. That was two months ago, and he was away for almost three months.

You wrote it off as him being tired and annoyed from the almost failed mission. However, as days continued, Steve kept keeping a cold shoulder to you. Avoiding you in the tower, skipping on date nights saying that he had mission reports to file, sleeping in the tower instead of coming home.

It was almost like he didn’t love you anymore.

Steve saw you approaching him in the tower, he also noticed that there was no way of avoiding you without causing a scene. So he just let you come to him, the new trainees in awe of the two superheroes who were supposedly madly in love with one another.

You beamed at your boyfriend, he had just come back from Bolivia a few days ago and you hadn’t had the chance to speak with him properly, Steve was constantly swarmed in paperwork because of the operation.

You knew that he was stressed when he didn’t want to have sex after his mission, but you also didn’t want to force it on him. It was odd that you wouldn’t want to have sex after two months away from your girlfriend, only having jerked off while on the trip. You had doubts that Steve remained loyal to you during the mission but you hid them deep in yourself because you didn’t want to doubt the loyalty of Steve.

Steve faked a smile when he saw you walk over to him, just to keep appearances with everyone around them. He hugged you loosely and quickly pulled away, not making many conversations with you and then excusing himself claiming he needed to speak with Fury about something important.

You stood in the hallway, visibly upset that your lover wouldn’t spend five minutes with you.

You were starved of basic affection from your boyfriend. You didn’t even know what you did wrong.

Steve was on his way out the door when he heard you ask him where he was going. Just hearing you ask him where he was going angered him so much. You were acting like his mother all the time, so needy and annoying.

“Out Y/n, why? Do you need anything?” He asked trying not to blow a fuse, his temper was so short with you.

“Can we please talk before you go?” You asked him, you needed validation and affection so badly that you were itching just to have him hold you again.

Steve huffed and dropped his keys on the side table and walked towards you, sitting on the couch near you, just not touching you.

“Are you angry at me Steve?” You asked him, desperate for an answer. You just wanted your boyfriend to kiss you the way he used to.

“No, Y/n.” He answered shortly, temper slowly rising, he was getting annoyed by you already and you hadn’t even said more than 20 words to him yet.

“Are you sure? You can tell me if I did something wrong, it won’t hurt my feelings,” You said reaching to hold his hand, in need of some sort of affection. Even if it was just holding his large hand.

“Y/n enough, stop acting like a child, okay?” He shouted, pulling his hand away quickly when he realized that you were going to touch him. “Y/n I need to tell you something, don’t interrupt me okay, I don’t love you anymore, I don’t what happens but I just don’t love you anymore,” Steve said, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.

You sat on the couch stunned, absolutely stunned by what your boyfriend had just said. He didn’t love you anymore? What does that even mean? How do you just stop loving someone? You were processing 10 different emotions at once. The one you felt most was pain, so much pain that you couldn’t even cry because of how much it hurt.

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, you just stared at him in shock. You didn’t know what to say, you just sat on the couch, feeling like an outlier in your own home.

Steve just stared at you, seeing you process what he had just said. He didn’t know how you would take it, but it seemed like you were taking it pretty well. He didn’t say anything else to you, he just grabbed his keys and shut the door behind him. Sam and Bucky were waiting for him at the bar, it was boys night and he was finally free from the leash of your relationship.

+++

You quickly grabbed your things from your side of the closet. You still didn’t feel the urge to cry about this relationship. Maybe because you already knew it was over subconsciously. Why cry over something that you were kind of expecting.

You left his apartment an hour after Steve had left, with your two suitcases and a large bag filled to the brim in tow, you walked to the tower. It was a far walk, from Brooklyn to Mid-town Manhattan. You received so many strange looks because what kind of crazy person didn’t just call an Uber with all that stuff.

It took you over an hour to reach the tower. You took the elevator up to your floor, constantly asking FRIDAY for updates of where everyone is inside the tower. Once you reached your floor, you requested FRIDAY to lock your floor to everyone until further notice, ban Steve from entering your floor, and disable people from requesting your location within the tower.

You placed all of your things inside your room, not having enough energy to put any of your things away. You walked over to your bathroom and started the shower, the heat as high as it would go.

You stood under the stream of burning water, you tried to avoid thinking of the situation. You still didn’t feel like crying, just the feeling of being numb and cold. You were probably cold because your insane ass walked from Brooklyn to Manhattan in a thin shirt and jeans.

You turned the water off and changed into a teeshirt, crawling into your bed and requesting FRIDAY to close the curtains and not to open them until you were out of bed, whenever you awoke the next morning.

You laid in the darkness looking up at the ceiling, torturing yourself with the words Steve had said to you. Constantly replaying them inside your mind, hoping that he was lying, hoping that when you woke up the next morning that he would be laying next to you, holding you to his chest.

As you replayed the words in your head, you finally felt the tears coming on. You sobbed softly thinking of your failed relationship, thinking of what you did wrong.

You finally fell asleep, cheeks wet from all the tears. Sleeping a dreamless sleep.

+++

Steve was drinking the mead Bucky had on hand, a welcome gift from Thor. They were in some club on the lower west side. Some blonde woman was sitting in his lap, talking about something Steve didn’t even care about. All he wanted to do was to sleep with her and kick her out.

He didn’t care for anything at the moment, not when she had died at the cost of his stupidity.

Janet, an inter who Fury had placed on the mission in Bolivia because he believed that she was ready to take on the mission with the supervision of Steve.

The first two weeks of the mission was filled with the sexual tension between the two. It happened after dinner had ended and Steve and Janet were buzzed, Steve had walked her back to her hotel room. She kissed Steve, and they ended up entangled in her sheets, any thoughts of you were completely forgotten by Steve. The night ended with the best sex of Steve’s night.

Once he woke up, he noticed that Janet was laying on his chest naked, and he was also naked. Steve had no regrets, he didn’t feel any remorse that he had cheated on you. So he continued the relationship with Janet, claiming that he didn’t love you anymore, that Janet made him feel something that you never made him feel.

The night before they were meant to leave, Janet went to the local supermarket to get some wine and cheese for the two, to celebrate their relationship. Only to be shot and killed before she could even make it to the store.

Steve was devastated that Janet had been killed, he mourned her death so painful. Steve genuinely believed that Janet was the love of his life.

Steve began getting annoyed of the blonde woman in his lap just chattering away, so he kissed her quiet, and took her back to her place, tidy and small. He would expect nothing more from a young woman working in some low-paying field, she had mentioned it but Steve was too caught up in his thoughts about Janet to even care about what she was saying.

As soon as Steve finished, he got up and left. He finally made it to his apartment, expecting you to be in the bedroom, but you weren’t here. Good, it's better that way, you were so unbelievably annoying that he could barely stand to be around you.

He climbed into his bed, the sheets still smelled like your shampoo. He had to wash the sheets as soon as possible, whenever he found the time.

+++

You had been in a dark place for the last 3 weeks, you had begged Fury to not place you on any mission, you explained the situation to him, with him being infuriated, almost going to the length of finding Steve and shooting him in the leg.

You realized that you were in such a depressive state and hadn’t been taking care of yourself. In 3 weeks, you had barely eaten, showered, or spoken to anyone.

You forced yourself to get up, shower, eat a proper meal, and go for a run. The amount of energy it took to even complete those tasks was so unbelievably exhausting that you only wanted to lay in bed all day and read.

You ended up calling Sharon, asking her to come to see you and hang out to take your mind off the hurt you were going through. You and she were friends, meeting each other during the SHIELD initiative. Sharon was always so kind to you, you could sense her attraction to your boyfriend but then again who would be. Well, ex-boyfriend.

You cried your heart out to Sharon, laying in your bed with her, while she stroked the back of your head trying to soothe you, you ended up asleep in her arms. You woke up to a clean room, and Sharon wasn’t in your bed. She was in your kitchen making something to eat you were guessing.

“Hey N/n, you need to eat some dinner, I’m making spicy penne al vodka, it’s almost ready,” Sharon said while stirring the pot she was using. You took a seat at the counter, waiting to be served by your friend. You stared out the window, just wondering what Steve was doing right now.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, hello,” Sharon waved her hand in your face. She was confused as to why you kept daydreaming, he left you, you should move on because he was a piece of shit anyways.

“I’m not hungry Shar, I ate earlier, I’ll just eat later,” You said while staring out the window.

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team-free-will-you-idjits-67 · 3 years

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The News After...

DESCRIPTION: Some unexpected news puts strain between your relationship with Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester confronts you, telling you to talk to Dean and saving your relationship.

POV: Female Reader

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

RELATIONSHIPS: Dean x Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, SMUT, and more SMUT. NSFW, small fluff

WORD COUNT: 2854

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! So this was a request from the lovely @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce. They messaged me forever ago about this and y’all know I haven't really been writing for a long time. I’m trying to get back into the full swing of writing so I hope you enjoy this!

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You paced the bathroom floor, gnawing on your lip as you continuously checked the time on your phone. 2 minutes seemed to take 20 years as you waited to see the test results. As the time changed to 2:18, you sighed, shoved your phone into your pocket and walked over towards the sink.

The two pregnancy tests you had taken were flipped over on the cool, white porcelain. Your hands shook as reached for the sticks and flipped them over in your hands to see the results.

Positive.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your emotions that began to flood through you. You didn’t know whether you were happy, scared or both.

You and Dean hadn’t been trying to get pregnant, but you weren’t exactly being careful either. With everything that had happened within the last few months, Chuck trying to kill everyone, defeating him, Jack taking his powers and disappearing, dealing with the loss of Cas, this was the last thing that you wanted to happen. Emotions within the bunker were still running high and you didn’t know how Dean was going to cope with this news.

A knock on the door made you jump, scaring you out of your thoughts, “Y/N?” Dean’s gruff voice, muffled by the door, showed slight concern, “Are you okay in there? You’ve been in there awhile.”

You shoved the pregnancy tests into the waistband of your jeans and wiped the tears off your face that you hadn’t realized escaped from your eyes. “Yeah babe,” you cleared your throat, “I’m okay. I’ll be out in a sec.” You turned on the sink and washed your hands as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

“Okay,” you could hear him sigh softly, “Sammy and I just finished making dinner. Come to the kitchen when you’re done, okay?”

You nodded to yourself, “Okay, thank you!” You sighed with relief when you heard Dean’s boots trudge away from the bathroom.

You took one last glance at yourself in the mirror. “How am I going to tell him? You sighed as you pushed away from the sink, the pregnancy tests poking you in the side with every sway of your hips within your stride.

Walking towards the warn, dark wood door you took a deep breath before opening it. You peaked into the hallway, making sure the boys weren’t around before sliding out of the bathroom and jogging towards your shared room with Dean. You dipped into your room, Dean’s warm apple and bourbon musk enveloped your senses, calming you slightly as you looked for a spot to hide the positive tests.

Settling on your dresser, you walked towards the aged, red stained oak cabinet you received from your late grandmother. It was one of the few things that you were able to keep from your life before hunting. You opened up the bottom drawer that you kept miscellaneous memorabilia from your life, and tucked the tests underneath a picture of you and your grandma. You smiled, knowing she would have been ecstatic to hear about the news of you being pregnant. You shut the drawer and made your way out to the kitchen so Dean didn’t try looking for you again.

You walked through the bunker halls slowly, lost in thought. You didn’t notice when Dean walked up to you, “Hey, Y/N? Babe, are you okay?”

You looked up, “Wh-What? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the kitchen with you, “You seem… off.”

You nodded and smiled towards him, his olive-green eyes sparkling with wonder and shaded with worry, “I’m okay,” you squeezed his hand, “I promise.”

He nodded and pursed his lips, “Okay.”

You rounded the corner into the kitchen, the smell of chicken alfredo floated through the kitchen. You smiled at the boys, “You guys made my favorite?” Both Sam and Dean smiled and nodded, “Why?”

Dean walked away from you and rounded the center metal island, “You’ve done a lot for us the last couple months, keeping us together with everything that was going on, it’s the least that we could do.” He grabbed a plate and spooned a heaping proportion of alfredo onto it and handed it to you, “Plus you’ve done all the cooking while Sammy and I ran around and did research, we probably would have died of starvation if you weren’t here.”

You chuckled as you grabbed the plate from him, “Well, thank you guys. I appreciate it.”

The three of you sat and ate, joking around, replaying memories and just enjoying your time together. The boys didn’t have strings attached to them anymore, they weren’t gods puppets.

They were finally free.

After dinner, you helped the boys clean up and you all ventured into the ‘Dean Cave’ to watch a movie together.

You enjoyed the night and your time with the boys, but your news was still nagging at you. Your mind became more and more clouded as the night went on.

As you crawled into bed, Dean followed suit close behind. “Hey babe,” he drawled as he crawled up your body, settling himself between your legs. He kissed you softly and smiled, “Did you enjoy tonight?”

You giggled softly and nodded, “I did. Thank you guys. It was nice after the last couple months.”

Dean nodded with you and then winked, “Well, hopefully I can make you enjoy your night a lot more.”

“Oh yeah?” You teased, “How are you going to do that Mr. Winchester?”

He licked at his lips as he eyed you up and down, acting like a predator sizing up his prey, “Oh baby, you’re about to find out.”

Your giggles turned into soft moans as his lips trailed over your body, giving attention to every scar and bruise that littered your body. His fingers trailed behind his lips until they stilled against your cheeks. He fixed himself in his original position between your legs and kissed you, rougher and more passionate than before.

You began melting underneath him, the familiar and welcoming warmth of arousal began building in your belly as his fingers trailed down your body and pulled at your panties. He slipped the fabric down your legs slowly, breaking the kiss to shift himself down the bed to settle his head in between your legs.

He started slow, kissing your lower stomach and moving towards your inner thighs, making you squirm beneath him with need. Dean always liked drawing things out, making you more aroused with the anticipation of him touching you.

Soon, his lips wrapped around your clit. Your hands clenched at the bed sheets as he began sucking lightly on the pink bud. His lips and tongue worked quickly, his ministrations heightened your excitement, spreading your arousal through your body like wildfire. But, Dean being Dean, he stopped while you were right on the edge of climaxing so he could finish you off with his member.

Dean trailed kisses up your body before leaning back on his heels between your legs and lining himself up with your entrance. You looked up from his groin as his face and smirked. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he concentrated with a furrowed brow before sinking into you.

You gasped with pleasure as Dean began thrusting slow and deep but worry settled into your stomach as you thought about the fetus growing inside you. You tried your hardest to continue to be in the moment, trying to enjoy this intimate time with your boyfriend but you didn’t succeed. Soon, Dean’s thrusts began to falter, signifying his climax quickly approaching.

Dean came with a soft groan, placed one last kiss on your lips and then rolled over from above you to lay in his spot beside you. “Di-did you… you know?” He trailed off as he looked at the ceiling.

You shook your head and sighed, “No.”

Dean flipped to his side to face you, propped himself up on his elbow and placed his free hand on your stomach, “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

Your stomach dropped as he rubbed at your belly, not knowing what was inside you but you turned your head towards him with a soft smile, “I’m okay, I promise.”

His brows furrowed slightly, eyes darkened with worry before he smirked, trying to believe you. “Okay.” He sighed and laid down, turning off the bedside light, “If there is something going on, will you tell me though?”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see it in the dark, “Of course babe.”

“Okay,” he said with a grunt as he turned on his side away from you.

Tears filled your eyes, knowing that you had upset Dean, but you didn’t know how you were going to tell him the news. You rolled onto your side and cried yourself, silently, to sleep.

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Two days had passed since that night. Two days full of awkward energy between the two of you because neither of you could talk to the other about two totally separate topics.

You sighed as you threw a few more things into your duffle bag before zipping it and throwing it over your shoulder. You looked around your shared room with Dean once more with tear filled eyes and a melancholy smile. Dean was out on a supply run and probably a long drive with Baby, so it was the perfect time to get out.

You didn’t want to leave but, with how things have been going, you figured some time away from each other would help the both of you. You trudged through the bunker slowly. Your mind was pushing your forward while your heart wanted to stay behind.

You rounded the corner to the war room, and walked towards the stairs as you dragged your fingers across the map table.

“Y/N?”

Startled, you turned quickly with fists up and sighed, dropping your hands to your sides, when you realized who startled you, “Yeah, Sam?”

He smirked and then became serious, “Where are you going?”

You shrugged, “I’m going to go hole up in a motel for a couple days.”

He set the book of lore he had in his hands down onto the map table, “Why?” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Because of what’s going on between you and Dean?”

“Wha-How do you know about that?” You asked with a furrowed brow.

He scoffed, “It’s really easy to tell when something is bothering you two.” He walked around the map table towards you, “Running away from this won’t fix this Y/N, you need to talk to Dean about whatever is going on between you two.”

You sighed, “I know Sam, but I just,” you paused and rubbed your face, “I don’t know how to talk to him about what’s going on with me.”

“Why not? I thought you two told each other everything?”

You smiled, “We do, it’s just what I have to tell him is big.”

“Bigger than defeating God?” Sam said with a chuckle.

You laughed along with him, “I don’t know about that but,” you stopped as Sam looked at you quizzically. You pursed your lips and sighed, contemplating on telling Sam the news before Dean. Your brain got the best of you and “I’m pregnant,” fell out of your mouth like vomit.

Your eyes widened along with Sam’s as he processed the news, “You-you’re pregnant?”

You nodded sheepishly, “I am.” You walked past Sam and sat at the map table, letting your duffle fall from your shoulder and hit the floor with a loud thud, “And I don’t know how to tell him.” You put your head in your hands, “And because of this news, it made stuff,” you trailed off as you peaked between your fingers towards the gentle giant that was now sitting across from you at the table, “in bed the other night get a bit awkward.”

Sam shook his head, “That’s all I need to hear.” He sat forward in his chair, “You need to talk to him, Y/N.”

“I know, Sam. I will.”

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You felt large, warm arms wrap around your waist and calloused fingertips rake over the bare skin of your belly that was peeking out from under your shirt, “Hey babe,” Dean whispered gruffly.

You rubbed at your sleep ridden eyes, unsure of when you fell asleep, “Hey baby,” you smiled, “How was the supply run?” You were surprised he came into bed to wake you up with how things had been going.

You could feel him smile against your shoulder, “It would have been better with you.” You giggled as he kissed your shoulder, “The drive gave me time to think though.”

You turned in his arms to face him, “What did you think about?”

Dean caressed your cheek softly and smirked, “Us.” You raised a brow towards him, “Before, you say anything, I want to apologize.” he licked his lips and captured the bottom one between his teeth, “I’ve been immature about the other night, it’s just,” he sighed, “I’ve never had a hard time making you cum. I’ve always prided myself with that and the other night just made me feel like maybe something was happening to us. Maybe-,” you placed a finger on his lips to stop him.

You smiled softly, “I promise you Dean, it wasn’t you. It was all me.” You rolled away from him and walked towards your dresser as Dean sat up to watch you with a puzzled look. You pulled at the bottom drawer, lifted your grandmother's picture and pulled out the pregnancy tests. You turned towards Dean with a sigh, trying to hide the pregnancy tests between your hands the best you could as you sat in front of him on the bed. “I was distracted the other night because of this.” You held the tests out towards Dean, “I-I’m pregnant, Dean.”

Dean grabbed the tests from your hands and stared at the two little pink lines on both sticks, “You’re pregnant?”

You shook your head, “I am.” You chuckled, “That’s what my issue was the other night. I was so worried about the baby and how I was going to tell you that I just couldn’t cum.”

He laughed, startling you slightly, “You’re pregnant!” He looked up at you, eyes shining with excitement, “Before, I would have worried about something like this but now? Now that we’re free from Chuck’s puppet strings? Thi-this is the best news.” Dean rubbed his mouth as he began to tear up, “I’m going to be a dad.” He got up out of bed and walked towards the door, “I’ve gotta tell Sammy!” He ripped open the door and yelled, “SAMMY!”You giggled as Dean jogged through the bunker calling his brother's name.

He took the news much better than you expected.

You got out of bed and followed Dean slowly. You walked through the halls, listening for the boys, surely, loud conversation. As you neared the library, you could hear Sam and Dean. You peaked around the corner of the doorway in the map table room to watch the interaction between the brothers.

Dean’s back was towards you but you could imagine the beaming smile plastered across his face as he practically jumped in place, “I can’t believe it. Can you? Me? A DAD, Sammy?”

Sam chuckled at his brother as he got up from his seat and dropped the book he had in his hands onto the worn oak, “Yeah, Dean.” He walked towards his brother and gave him a hug, “You raised me.” Sam patted Dean’s back and pulled away from the oldest Winchester, “You’ll do great.”

You smiled and ducked back into the hallway. You wanted Dean to have his moment with his brother, so you walked back to your shared bedroom.You laid in bed and scrolled through social media on your phone. Only a few minutes passed by before Dean came running into your bedroom, stopping just inside the doorway and grabbing the door to shut it. “How’d it go?” You asked feigning ignorance.

Dean crawled into bed beside you, “Great! He’s happy to be an uncle.”

You giggled as you turned onto your side to face him, “I’m glad.” You placed a soft kiss on his lips and smiled, “I’m glad we can actually enjoy this and not worry about some outside force ruining things.”

He caressed your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes with a small smirk, “I know. If this happened 6 months ago, I would have been a wreck.” He cleared his throat as his eyes grew darker, “Enough about that,” he almost growled. “I want to make up for the last few days.”

“Oh?” You questioned, “How are you going to do that?”

He bit his lip before he pushed you onto your back and crawled between your legs, “I’m going to make you cum, one time for everyday things were weird between us.” He pulled at your shorts with an impish grin, “You better be ready, baby.”

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The Half of It

A Mc x Poppy fic inspired by the film

Summary: Bea, the town’s outcast is recruited by the school jock to win Poppy’s heart. But what happens when she starts falling for her as well?

Author’s Note: So this will be a multiple part series that includes scenes heavily inspired from the movie “The Half of It”. I certainly recommend watching it. My version will have different twists and a different ending, and definitely more angst. It will include mature themes as the story progresses.

Warnings for this chapter: Swearing. This is a good thing for now.

Chapter 1-

“Love is simply the name for desire and pursuit of the whole.”

- Plato, The Symposium

It is said that when one half finds its other, there’s an unspoken understanding. A unity. And each would know no greater joy....than this.

...Except this is highschool. And in my opinion, there is no other half. Maybe the other half is a paper on Greek God philosophy due at midnight. But make that four papers, including mine.

My name is Bea Hughes and let’s just say...this is not a very happy story. Well maybe some parts are, but you’ll have to read to find out. I come from a small town called Farmsville, and when I mean small, I mean really small. Except the highschool seems fucking huge, with never ending hallways and when you do somehow find the end, there’s usually two inbreds eating each others mouths off. Lucky for me I am the epitome of antisocial, reserved, an introvert, or whatever the inferior beings, aka every other senior, calls me when they think I can’t hear. But I hear everything, including that one time Bradley Denbrough, upcoming hotshot actor, or so he claims, found out about a crush a poor unsuspecting freshman had on him. Everybody knew what Bradley and his goons did to that boy, even the adults, but no charges were pressed. This town is as conservative as it gets, but no one knows of my secret. I carry this school on my back when it comes to having everyone graduate, but that’s all I am to them, a pawn. And that’s all I wanted to be, nothing more and nothing less. I preferred to be in the shadows.

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...Except the mandatory Senior Talent Show forced Bea out of her hibernation hole. The thought haunted her as she sat in the dance studio, the last fucking place she wanted to be. Dance was so not a Bea kinda thing, but the blonde knew exactly why she granted herself the misery of picking the class. Poppy Min Sinclair, the golden girl of Farmsville High, the preacher’s daughter on a more serious note. She is...the most fascinating girl Bea ever laid her eyes on even if her boyfriend was a complete asshole who sermonized his duties as her future husband. Like seriously? Poppy has got to have some screws loose to date such a fake loser who plagiarizes all of his speeches at sunday church, and once literally begged Bea to write an apology letter to his father for him after completely upending their summer cabin. Except the blonde wrote the opposite of an apology, it went something like this…

Dear beloved donkey, I mean dad,

I am terribly sorry for inviting 20 hookers to the summer cabin. I have these strange impulses and you should at least be grateful I didn’t invite the big boss as well. His wife came though, in many, many ways. You should get the carpet changed.

Sincerely, your STD free son

It was safe to say that Mr. Denbrough had a near heart attack after reading it, and Bea did kinda feel bad, kinda. He never mentioned the letter to Bradley though, instead silently calling up the owner of Teopoli Catholic Summer Camp and essentially deporting the boy to Canada for the summer. No son of his would end up in hell was what the old man preached everyday from then on. It was the quietest summer Bea had ever experienced.

Being the towns outcast, Bea could have her fun when she so chooses to, but that didn’t pay the bills. In fact, the multiple essays that people paid her to write was her way of surviving and taking care of her mother. They weren’t very rich but Bea worked with what she had, helping her mother manage the farm, which included getting on her knees and wrestling the pigs. And that’s how she was gifted the name “pig girl”, stupid Bradley and his fake friends just had to wander too far and catch Bea in the act. She swore a remixed video of her hog calling surfaced the web at one point and that gave the blonde her five minutes of fame. Boy was it an awful time in her life.

Bea worked her mother’s previous job as station master or signalman for the trains that passed through, even if it barely paid her shit. The secluded feeling of sitting in that booth and having a moment with her thoughts was enough to give her purpose. Bea was fond of poetry and it usually helped her come up with song lyrics.

Song lyrics…

That she would have to sing at the talent show. A huge sigh escaped her lips as she slumped further into the ground, maybe hoping she could bury herself six feet under. It wasn’t that Bea hated singing, no she absolutely loved it. Playing her guitar at night and belting out lyrics that only resulted in her mother banging on the ceiling below in efforts to shut the blonde up. But the mere fact that she’d have to sing in front of the ruthless seniors rubbed her the wrong way. Something would go wrong, it always did. Bea was shaken out of her thoughts when Poppy crossed the center of the room, moving her hips slowly to the sound of Rihanna’s voice. The class chose a slow r&b song to choreograph today and of course all eyes were on Poppy.

If i’m your girl say my name boy

let me know i'm in control

Her silky blonde locks swayed as she danced to the beat, hands thrusting sensually along her sides. Bea stared in awe, almost like Poppy was the only one in the room and a spotlight illuminated every movement, every curve. Except she definitely wasn’t the only one picturing Poppy in that way. Carter, the school quarterback leaned against the railing, arms crossed and eyes trailing the rise and fall of her chest.

Got me wondering, I’m wondering if i'm on your mind

Bea sat up straighter but nearly lost her bodily functions when Poppy locked eyes with her before spinning away. It was simple eye contact Bea, don’t let it get to your head. You already have multiple lyrics inspired by Poppy offering the bare minimum in human interaction. She doesn’t actually like you. Poppy is popular and has the perfect life...and boyfriend, even if Bea heavily disagrees. Poppy was a bitch of course, but not a bitch bitch. Unlike the other wannabe mean girls, the blonde didn’t give Bea hell, well that was because the girl paid her zero attention. She seemed distant, off in her own world, or well in her parents world learning the strategies of business. Poppy was expected to follow in her parents footsteps and keep up with her reputation of being the richest in town, and of course a faithful future wife. So fun. But the blonde had other prosperous dreams of travelling and following her passion of music and dance. Highschool was her only outlet and she took advantage of it any chance she’d get. Bea knew this because she would ride her bike every friday night to the school and watch Poppy dance from outside the glass window. Maybe Bea realized it was kinda creepy, but she’s dumb enough to not realize her obvious growing attraction. I mean who pedals miles just to watch someone trip on their feet?

***

The sound of the bell caught everyone's attention and the teacher slowly lowered the music. Bea watched as Bradley approached Poppy and smothered her with kisses and praises. She rolled her eyes painfully, this kind of PDA definitely wasn’t it, she could have gone her whole life without seeing that. She walked silently through the crowd of kids in the hall, everyone was laughing and talking to their friends. All Bea could allow her mind to focus on was the very intimidating billboard of names a few feet across from her.

Winter Talent Show Sign-Ups (Mandatory For Seniors)

Bea glared at it quietly before signing her name on the sheet, sealing her inevitable fate. Through the hustle of students, Carter watched the blonde with a yearning look from afar. This should be great…

The next few classes were a blur and Bea eventually found herself getting up to hand Ms. Kingsley her paper. The older woman looked at her with a knowing glance as she took a generous sip of her coffee, which was 75% tequila.

“6 different interpretations on Plato? Colour me impressed Miss Hughes.”

Bea shrugs nonchalant, “yeah well would you rather read their actual essays?”

“Oh hell no.” Kingsley feigns shock as she looks at the stack of papers with a comical expression. She takes another sip, watching her younger, prodigy of a student carefully. “You know there are places outside of this godforsaken town where you can put your talents to use... Real use. I teach at Belvoire University occasionally.” Ina winks and slides Bea an application, studying her initial reaction. “It’s...in New York.”

“Damn right! The Big Apple.”

“Kingsley you know I have to stay here. It’ll be easier for me to manage the farm and be close to home”, Bea says confidently even though her body language displays otherwise. She predicted the big sigh filling her ears before it actually happened and it still managed to faze her. “Who ever said you had to do anything? What about what you want to do?” Bea doesn’t make eye contact with Ina, that woman could convince you to do just about anything with a certain look. “No we are not doing this. You can take your reverse psychology and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. I’m outta here.” The blonde stomps out of the classroom, the sound of Ina’s chuckles still ringing in her ears.

“Hey! Everyone in this town fears God, but you know what God fears? My ability to hide a bottle of Don Julio in my left boot.” Ina pulls out the newly bought bottle and cradles it. “Come to mama.”

***

Bea rode her bike alongside the dirt road, Kingsley’s words on replay the entire ride. Maybe she did deserve to experience something more than what this town had to offer. But would her mother manage without her? Sacrifices, sacrifices. Bea was used to making those for her mother after her father’s death. What would her dad think of all of this?

“Hey!”

He’d surely smack Bea upside the head for the little antics she pulled occasionally. And then he’d buy her vanilla coconut ice cream and ask for every single detail of what happened as they sat and laughed together. That’s the kind of relationship Bea would have had with her father, she liked to assume so. She also liked to assume that she’d get home safely everyday without a scratch, but then there’s Carter.

“Hey wait up!”

The jock seemed to be running ridiculously fast and crashed right into the rear end of Bea’s bicycle, sending her face first into a mount of dirt. The initial impact was enough to boost the blonde straight back up like nothing happened and into a fighting stance, fists out and eyes wild. Very scary Bea. When she realized it was him...well it only pissed her off even more. “What the fuck Carter! You asshole!”

“I’m sorry Bea! Here let me help-”

“No! Move away! You- my bike- I…” Bea groans frustratingly, stepping away from the wreck as she tries to catch her breath. Carter watches her sheepishly, rubbing an envelope between his fingers awkwardly. After a few minutes of painfully uneasy silence he speaks up, “Okay...I didn’t want to ask you this way but I was wonder-”

“Oh, so you practically break my ass and now you want me to do you a favour? Real nice way of communication you have there Mr. Quarterback. What is with you and those freakishly large muscles anyways? Maybe it’s my fault I didn’t hear your avalanche built ass coming from behind.”

“Hey! They are not freakishly large!”

“I hate to break it to you Jackson but mine are significantly more appealing to look at.” Bea smirks widely, flexing her arm as best as she could. It’s a work in progress… just bare with her.

It didn’t take much effort for Carter to break out into a smile and look at her fondly. Maybe there was more to this girl than just being a human dictionary. Well that’s what people called her, and he maybe believed it at first.

Bea noticed the lack of response and shifted awkwardly, clearing her throat. “Listen, its $10 for three pages, $20 for three to ten, I'm not in the over-ten-page biz.”

“No..no I’m not here to cheat!” Carter blurts out. “But I’ll let you know if I do plan on- anyways. I uh..” He hesitates before handing her the envelope. “What’s this?

“Well you see it’s a letter..”

“Yeah but who writes letters these days?”

“I thought it seemed romantic..”

“And I thought women writing Jeffrey Dahmer letters in jail seemed romantic”, Bea says sarcastically, her smile dropping instantly after catching a glimpse of Poppy’s name at the top of the paper. It was like the blood stopped flowing through her body for a few seconds as her mouth went dry. This had to be the work of the so-called God everyone praised in this town, or it was one cruel coincidence. Bea wasn’t sure why seeing her name made her heart beat ten times harder, but it also wasn’t a necessarily uncomfortable feeling…

“I- I can’t help you.”

“But if you just add a few more words-”

“I’m not writing a letter to Poppy Min Sincla- to..to some girl for you. Letters are supposed to be authentic, from the heart, your own words, your...feelings.” Bea hurriedly turns to grab her bike, suddenly losing all interest in being social.

Carter was afraid this would happen. But he was stubborn. “But I can pay more for authentic!”

Too bad Bea was stubborn as well. “Just get a thesaurus...Good luck, Romeo.”

***

Bea sat in her room, strumming away softly at the strings of her guitar. Some of the keys were off but the old thing still worked, and that was good enough for her. She could hear the tv blasting downstairs, her mother most likely watching the news. There’s something about old people and news, were they secretly ogling the news anchors? Just like Bea ogled Poppy any chance she could. The blonde frowned to herself, her eyebrows crunching together in question. What so hard about writing a letter to Poppy? It’s not like it's coming from her. Well it technically is, but Carter is taking the credit and Bea never had a problem with people taking credit for her words. So why did this very thought prove to be such an inconvenience? Lucky for Bea, her mind drifted elsewhere when she heard a painful snap. Even if it wasn’t physically connected to her body, she felt a horrible ache. Slowly peering down at the guitar in her hand, Bea found that the neck of the guitar had miraculously split almost clean off, a splinter of wood just holding it intact. She wanted to scream but nothing really came out, except air of course. Much to her disapproval, this was definitely a result of her strength. Stupid muscles couldn’t contain themselves at the thought of Carter being with Poppy. Now how could that be?

But now she had no guitar. And no guitar means no strings to strum, and no lyrics to sing, and no talent to show at the talent show. Now she was in trouble. Probably because she knew that the only way to get the money to replace the guitar would be through sealing the deal with Carter. Oh fuck it!

***

“One letter. And enough money to buy a new guitar.”

“Deal!”

Bea turns away with a sigh, completely ignoring Carter’s high five. Now all she had to do was write this letter, and pray that Poppy wouldn’t completely consume every fiber of her being in the process.

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Birthday Boy - Oh Sehun

Genre: Fluff?

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A slow and calm piano melody quietly played in the background as a morning alarm for you to wake up.The sun rays haven't yet made it over the roofs of the houses around the neighborhood, preventing the beautiful sunlight to stroke your cheeks, naturally waking you up just like they always have.

It was early, 7am to be exact.It wasn't at this time that you would usually get up, but today was excused, it was a special day.

While the last couple of chords played, your eyes opened wide, welcoming the beautiful day of today as you turned around and grabbed the cell phone from the nightstand, the small device still vibrating in your hand.

Quickly unlocking it and checking the calendar, you made sure that the day all these preparations were for, has finally started.April 12th has finally arrived.

Throwing the sheets of the bed and skipping towards the bathroom, cheerfully singing the songs that have been replayed way too many times on the radio, you grabbed your colorful toothbrush and started brushing your teeth.

The usual 10 minutes in bathroom turned into half an hour of choosing which type of hairstyle to go with for the day or which type of makeup would fit the best with the outfit, when in the end, you settled down for the light-minimal day makeup and just a let-loose hairstyle.

Considering the temperature of 20 degrees, the outfit consisted of light blue jeans, oversized white t-shirt, and a light blue denim jacket combined with just the right pair of white converse.

It was only 9am when all the preparations were done, your stomach deciding to call out in a reminder that even after 2 hours of being awake, it was still completely empty.Contamplating on whether you should grab something light to eat or not, the decision was settled on munching on a couple of grape berries, just so the complaining of your stomach would stop.

Playing some music on the radio and cheerfully jumping around the room, trying to dance along the beat, your eyes wandered around the room, searching for the clock that was hanging above the black TV, offering some amount of contrast with it's bright colors next to such a dark object.

The shorter of the two dark needles was calmly positioned on the number 10, while the longer moved forward a little bit the moment your eyes fixed themselves on the object, throwing a slight shadow over the big black number 4.

Opening the notes in your phone, you decided to read through your plan for the day.

12:30 – pick him up

13:00 – go buy bubble tea

13:40 – visit the theme park

16:00 – go to the restaurant

17:40 – buy the cake

18:35 – walk around the town

19:00 – go to the park

21:00 – give him the present

The present.

The same story from two days ago played inside your head as you laid down on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

“Wow I want a sugar mommy too” your best friend, Chanyeol said, "but really, you're not gonna help your crush", he continued, shaking his head at her after hearing the plan that was broken down to him "and you have no guts to confess so why are you hurting yourself?".

"I-I really don't know, I just want to make him feel special" you answered, voice small and quiet as you tried thinking of something more that could ease them both of you into this situation "but it's not like he likes me or anything, so you might be right".

Then suddenly, Chanyeol shot up from his seat and looked at the person in front of him with the amount of shock you have never ever seen in his eyes.

"You're telling me you don't know?" He asked, his voice following his eyes, they were not hiding his surprisement.

"I don't know about what?"

"He has been crushing on you for like two years already and you've been completely oblivious about it?!" The older exclaimed while looking at the other, a completely confused look painting the smaller's face.

"He likes me?" Was all that left those little lips, before an idea appeared in your mind.

"You've honestly been so oblivious about this I can't even belie-" He started speaking before he was cut off, a new idea quickly being broken down to the older.

Snapping out of the thoughts and checking the time once again, you came to the conclusion that it would be a good moment to send a message to the person you going to pick up for a little less than an hour.

"Hopefully you woke up already, birthday boy, otherwise I'm dragging you out of the bed If you're not awake until 12:30" the message said when the send button was tapped.

"That's exactly what I want to prevent, that's why I woke up an hour ago" a reply arrived not even a minute later, a shy smile forming on the corner of your lips after reading what it said.

Checking the clothes and hair in the mirror once again, you decided to head out earlier and walk around for a couple of minutes before heading towards the boy's house.

"Sehun I'm here" a small voice was heard from the other side as you leaned on the door, hand lightly knocking on the white wood for the effect of the moment.

"It's-", the boy was about to speak out as he opened the door, but was startled by a falling figure that he fortunately managed to catch before it met the ground.Looking at the female whose cheeks were now painted the darkest shade of pink he stuttered when he continued his sentence, "I-It's 12:31".The originally jokingly said sentence now told off the flattered feeling that bubbled up inside his chest.

"No it's 12:30" you protested, regaining the previously lost posture, fishing the small electronic device out of your back pocket.Turning it so the male could read off the time, you quietly mumbled that it's the right time.

"Look again", was all he said before bursting out in a fit of laughs at the pouty face of yours while repeating, 'It was 12:30 a minute ago!'.

"It really was a minute ago"

"Yah, you speak too much, come on let's go" quickly grabbing his large hand, a group of butterflies filled your stomach's as you ran out of the building.

"Where are we going?" Sehun asked, trying not to step on the feet that were in front of his as he ran behind.

"Bubble tea"

"God bless you"

"I'm paying"

"God bless you times two"

The line for the bubble tea was pretty long, considering the shop you two decided to buy your drinks at was a newly opened store.But there were many employees working all around the shop, so people were served faster than you have ever seen.

While you were waiting in the line, Sehun was sitting at one of the small couple-tables in the corner, tapping something on his phone, probably satisfied with the quality of wifi that was present in here.

Occasionally, he would spare you a glance, but the moment he caught your eyes already on him, his attention would be back on his phone in a matter of milliseconds.You had to admit, it was boring standing in a line, so it was normal for your eyes to wander all around the place, eventually settling on the amazing statue of your friend.

The place was practical, it wasn't small, but it definitely wasn't as big as your friend made it sound like, yet you liked it.The walls were a light mocha color, the furniture was either white chocolate colored or white.There were small portraits and paintings hanging all around the place, along with cheerfully looking flowers and candles that were placed on each of the tables.

Sehun started playing with the petals of the flowers, carefully inspecting the tender plant under his fingers, gently rubbing the texture of the leaf, smiling at himself for no apparent reason.

"Miss?" An unfamiliar voice of a female woke you up from the trans you were in while you watched the male in the corner, quickly shaking your head and approaching the counter and the employee that was softly smiling at you.

"Two choco flavored bubble tea's" you softly said, taking out a small purse out of the bag and preparing the money to pay.

"Would you like some kind of topping?" She asked, back turned to you while she filled two plastic cups with the beautiful heaven-given drink, as the black boba pearls swam through the light brown liquid.

"Just the usual white whipping cream and chocolate sprinkles" the woman nodded, signaling you that she has indeed understood your order, and you moved to the side to pay for your drinks.

"Can you please write a sweet birthday message on one of them?" you asked, pointing to the drinks, explaining who it is for and even though the cups were filled to the top, the woman smiled and gave her best at writing a really sweet message on the plastic.Giving a huge tip to the pleasant employee, you walked away to the table and placed two cups down with extra effort to not spill any of the heavenly drink.

The male at first hasn't noticed the message, as he eagerly sipped on his bubble tea, humming in enjoyment that filled every cell in his body.Then out of nowhere, he choked on something that you later recognized being a small boba pearl.

Moving the drink away from his face and beginning to cough while repeatedly hitting his chest as if it would help, he finally noticed the black letters on the plastic.

Smiling to you after reading it, he thanked you and continued quietly sipping his drink, while you took your time to admire the uncovered beauty that was sitting right in front of you.

Sehun always looked like a model and simply, the whole world was his runaway.His shorter black hair was throwing a faint shadow over his forehead, his eyebrows looking ten times better than yours ever will.The cute pout that was painting his features wasn't intentional, he had a habit of either pouting or tightening his lips in a tight line whenever he was happy.You were glad to see that, it was just a confirmation that you were doing your job at making him feel special, very well.

Once the visit to the newly opened store was done, the two of you made your way to the theme park.It has just opened, so it took a lot of squeezing through huge groups of sweaty peope and their kids to make it to the clear.Once you both made your way to one of the little wooden houses that were selling tickets, you told Sehun to wait on the side so you can 'handle it yourself'.

Usually, the line was long for the tickets, especially at this place, but today, or at least at this very moment, it seemed to be short.Just a couple of people were in front of you, and you managed to approach the person selling the tickets in a matter of minutes.

"Two cards for the Ferris Wheel" you said, quickly paying for your purchase as you had to move fast, people behind unwilling to wait long as the last ferris wheel ride was coming to a stop.

Grabbing Sehun's hand and beginning to run towards the entry of the ride, you both impatiently watched as people left from the comfortable leather seats of the cabins.Shifting your weight between your feet, you seemed to slightly jump in place, still tightly holding onto the other's hand.

Once everyone from the last round left, you two were the first ones in line to enter the luxurious looking silver cabin.Sehun being Sehun, nearly tripped over the two-step stairs on his way inside.Holding onto his biceps tight so he doesn't fall down, you gained a few looks from people around, who were looking at you with eyes full of nothing else but love.They must've thought you two were a couple.Only if it was true.

The ride was something you could only describe as breathless.Actually, when you thought about it, the view from the top of the ferris wheel was something worth living for, something that no one could describe well enough with words, and something that anyone would stop time for, just to enjoy in it for a little bit more.

Occasionally glancing at the person in front of you, you would notice how amazed he was too.Sehun's eyes were glowing with an unfamiliar glow, his smile was as wide as it could be, his head supported by his right hand, carefully inhaling the fresh, unpolluted air that was situated on the height you currently were on.

He was beautiful.Not that he wasn't the most beautiful art on daily occasions, but this exact moment was something special.Just looking at him being lost in his thoughts and enjoying the view, managed to brush off all worries that were wandering around your mind.

As cliché as it sounds, he seemed to be your escape at that very moment.

But just as he would feel your eyes on him, you would advert your gaze to the beautiful picture of the town, trying to look as convincing that you weren't just staring at the unexplained and unprotected delicacy as you could.

"I'm hungry" he whined and you stopped at the popcorn stand, buying a xxl portion without even asking how much it is.

"I feel like you're taking care of me, paying for everything", his lips turned into the famous pout-ggukggukie as he grabbed a handful of popcorn, throwing them in his mouth one by one, "it's not that I'm unable to pay for myself you know".

"Don't pull that face on me Oh Sehun" you warned "I planned this and saved up enough money so don't complain when you don't have to pay for anything; honestly who even does that?".

"Aww you planned this out for me?" He teased, suddenly wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder, sending a wave of butterflies through your stomach, "I appreciate it very much".

"You better do Mister" fighting the urge of a voice break, you took a deep breath and bit your bottom lip, breaking out of the grip of the stronger and making your way towards the next ride.

"Attention, please secure your belts, the ride is about to start" an unfamiliar voice of a woman echoed through the boot, resulting in teenagers sitting in their seats to lift their hands up in excitement.Not wanting to be the only ones different, Sehun grabbed the hand of the younger and lifted it up, the exact second the rollercoaster started moving.

"For safety" he whispered as your eyes met and he smiled, squeezing your hand and cheering along with everyone around as the roller coaster made it higher and higher on the rails, nearing the big fall that was intimidating everyone on the ride.You just nodded at his statement and held his hand, the wind blowing in your face cooling off the warmth and preventing your cheeks from turning into the brightest shade of red.

"Here we go!" Sehun yelled just a moment before everyone began screaming.Adrenaline quickly overtaking their bodies, you tightened your grip on Sehun's hand, your consciousness telling you that you may be squeezing it too tight and that you maybe should let it go, but that hasn't happened.

For safety, you held his hand the whole time.For safety you held it even after the ride was over.For safety, just so you don't get lost; you repeated to yourself.

"You're not getting me on that thing" Sehun repeated his protesting statement when he saw that the 8th ride he was being dragged on was a famous epinephrine-boosting ride named Booster.

"Come on I already bought the tickets, it'll be fun" you managed to pull him to the entrance of the ride even with his loud protesting had caught the attention of many theme park visitors around you.

"You get to hold my hand, how amazing is that?" You teased him by pinching his sides, not daring to look up at his face to see the slightly pink cheeks of the male, who awkwardly laughed at the more question-like statement.

"Pretty amazing" was the answer that he was supposed to deliver, but the quiet tone that it was spoken in resulted in it not quite making it to the ears of the other.

Time passed by fast in the theme park for both of you, Sehun felt all bubbly ad light-headed as the aftershock of the last ride as people would call it.A couple of minutes were needed for him to regain his straight posture and balance, previously clutching onto your arms and shoulders for support.

He seemed pretty oblivious as to where were you taking him, until you took a turn to one of the streets with expensive stores, cafés and restaurants.

"What are we doing here?" Sehun asked with a rather dazed tone, turning around and looking at all of the expensive stores, display windows showing the shiny Gucci suits and Giorgio Armani shoes that caught the attention of the by-passers.

The expensive clothes people in this block wore made Sehun feel unpresentable for a moment, before you pulled him to the side, leading him inside the garden that was a part of property from the restaurant you reserved a dinner in.

"This part of the restaurant is only for reservations-"

"That is exactly why we are here Sehun" you smiled at him, the boy looking at you with the most shocked expression he ever pulled out.Looking around, he saw that besides the low number of fancy-clothed people, there were also young couples dressed completely casually, which made him feel better about his clothing choice for the day.In the end, he didn't know he was going to go to a restaurant!

You felt his tension and discomfort for a moment, before he touched his shirt and looked at the couple sitting a couple of tables away, wearing nothing else but pure gold bars.Or at least that's how Sehun would put how expensive their clothes looked.

"Hey it's all okay, this is why I chose this restaurant, this is the only restaurant that isn't that fancy, people come here just to enjoy some good quality food" you reassured him, and he nodded in understanding matter.The last thing you wanted him to feel was discomfort."In the end it's not like we're unpresentable", you added, checking out your outfit and then Sehun's.

He was wearing black jeans, white t-shirt and a black leather jacket, along with black converse.It wasn't as fancy as the clothes of the people next to you, but it wasn't a street-wear either.

You two started talking about a random topic, when a tall figure quickly appeared next to you, hovering over your figures.He wore a rather casual waiter outfit, a white shirt covered by a black silk vest, accompanied with a black tie and black pants.

"Mr. and Mrs. Oh right?" The waiter asked checking the table number and his notepad, as Sehun shot you a surprised look, smugly smiling to himself when you pushed his leg with yours under the table.Nodding to the waiter, the man continued speaking, "I'm your waiter for today, my name is Jaeyong", the male bowed and brought up his notepad along with a black pen in his other hand, "do you want to order now or should I come back later?".

"We'll order now" you said, smiling politely at the taller and quickly turning your attention to the menu.Everything looked so much more expensive than the usual takeout you were buying, and you swear you heard Sehun mumble something along the lines "have you really got money for any of this".

After a little bit of questions about the restaurant recommendations and what is ordered the most, you settled for the house specialty, which would, you were pretty sure, throw you into depression with it's cost.

Your friend only looked at you, not asking anything even though it was pretty obvious he could explode with the amount of questions that he needed to have the answers to right now.After some time, the curiosity got the better of him, and he spilled out his first question.

"So we're a couple now hm?" He teased you as you once again pushed his leg with yours, ready to explain the situation.

"Couple discount" you whispered quietly, just in case anyone suspects anything.

"What?"

"I said couple discount, we get 15% off the price" leaning in so you could say it the way he could understand now, his mouth formed an 'o' shape as he nodded, clearly satisfied with the answer he was replied to with.

The food and drinks were brought to you not even 20 minutes after being ordered, and you immediately dug in.You were hungry and it was obviously showing.But could you be blamed?You hadn't ate anything else other than a few grape berries in the morning.

Noticing that Sehun hasn't ate a lot at all, you looked at him, your chopsticks holding noodles that were still partly in your mouth.

"Do you not like it?" You asked after swallowing the bite of the food you had in your mouth.The male only shook his head no, flashing the sweetest smile ever to you.

"I just love watching you eat" Sehun noted, spreading his palm in your direction, as his other hand supported his chin in a form of a fist.

That made you feel embarrassed for a moment, your cheeks not taking long to turn a light shade of pink.But seeing as the male himself dug in the food moments later, you continued eating, slight smile on your face at the thought of Sehun watching you.

And it was true in the end, you got the 15% discount, which made you feel a little bit better about the price of the meal.Even after you left through the doors of the restaurant, Sehun didn't fail to remind you that you impress him with how big your budget is.

"Happy birthday to you", a cheerful song echoed through the small open space surrounded by different kinds of trees, creating an amazing atmosphere of the moment, "happy birthday dear Sehun", you continued singing as you held the small cardboard box with a cute chocolate cake in your hands."Happy birthday to you" you finished, watching as Sehun closed his eyes and blew the colorful wax candles in the shape of the numbers representing his age.

"Hopefully you didn't wish for another dog, Vivi would be jealous" you joked, making him smile gently.Taking out two plastic spoons, he gave one to you and pushed his into the soft chocolate glaze, lifting it to his mouth, he tasted the sweet cake and moaned at the deliciousness of the aftertaste.

And really, the aftertaste was maybe even better than the first shock of the fully chocolate mania that was presented before you.Even though you didn't want to take more than two spoonful's of the sweet, Sehun assured you that he won't able to eat the whole thing (even though you were pretty sure he could, but was only being polite) and that he'd like to share it with you.Who were you to refuse such an offer, really?

The sky was a beautiful orange color with a tint of pink, accompanied with white cotton-like clouds that weren't evenly thrown on the surface.This day seemed to be blessed with beautiful weather and colors of the sky, which you were completely thankful for.It wouldn't have been such an amazing day if it wasn't for the God's will to not ruin the weather.

The night was also beautiful, just like the previous parts of the day; the clear sky sprinkled with white shiny dots that weren't symmetrically placed all over the nearly black canvas.The light breeze that was present made the night just a tad bit more enjoyable for everyone outside.

Contrasting the situation you were in just an hour go, there were no sounds leaving your lips.Silence was never something the two of you would enjoy, but at this moment, it was just perfect, words were not needed to express your enjoyment.The bodies communicated with each other as every now and then, your hands would brush against each other, causing utter confusion between the two.

"Just there" you pointed at a wooden bench between the two big trees in front of them, the beautiful view of the town hidden from the curious eyes; at least until they took a few steps closer to the edge.

"I...have a gift for you" stuttering at the beginning, but later finding the courage, you spoke up while playing with the hem of the shirt you wore, murmuring a quiet "it's so silly" to yourself.

"Excuse me?Miss are you out of your mind?What were all of the things we did today?" Sehun asked, completely confused about the whole situation.Besides the best day of his life you still bought him a gift?

"A...a...birthday party type of thing?" You smiled at him, but quickly lowered your gaze to the floor after meeting eyes with a pair of sincere and caring ones.

"I swear to God you're unbelievable" Sehun flailed his arms in the air, dropping them on the side of his thighs with a loud slapping sound "have you really spent even more money on a gift?How much in total did you spend you crazy woman?".

"No...I didn't really spend more money on a gift...because...because your gift is..." The nervousness began getting the better of the female once again, as you closed your eyes, still scared about how the whole thing will turn out "...me".

Silence.Scary, terrifying, tempting silence.

"Excuse me?" Was all that left the lips of the other, when in reality, he wanted to ask so many questions and voice out his feelings at that exact moment, but the feeling that all of this wasn't real prevented him from doing so.It couldn't be real.It is not possible for the thing you just said to be true.

While he felt unsure, you felt denied.You felt like his question was just a polite way of denying the feelings and the fact that you just made a fool of yourself, confessing and offering yourself to someone who didn't feel anything towards them just lowered your already low enough self-esteem.

"No, never mind, I'm sorry" retrieving the words that left those tiny lips, you began fidgeting with the hem of your shirt once again, trying to think of how much money do you have left, just to be able to buy the guy a new cap (or a shirt perhaps) for the birthday gift that didn't have a plan b completely figured out.

"What did you say?" Sehun looked the smaller in the eyes, trying to look as convincing as possible, while his hand made it's way towards the chin of the other, lifting it up.

"No I didn't plan all of this out it was lame of me to do this I'm sor-" you started blabbering out the excuses and sorries, when a pair of lips were pressed on yours, setting a calm and romantic rhythm.

Cupping your face, Sehun slowly rubbed the soft cheeks under his big palms, feeling the burning sensation of the surface he was holding.Trying to keep a steady rhythm your lips were following, but soon being out of breath, he broke the kiss, Sehun being quick to press his forehead against yours, looking deep into the eyes in front of him and smiling.

"What has just happened?" The silence was broken, as a shaky and unsure voice filled the tiny space between the two.

"I claimed what's mine" Sehun's voice was strong and confident, a complete contradiction to the one that was heard just a moment ago "a famous saying says, it's not okay to return the gift to it's owner".

Detaching his hands from your face and moving them over the length of your arms, Sehun grabbed your hands that seemed to perfectly fit into the larger pair of the other.The smile on his face just seemed to radiate with more and more happiness, his eyes showing the amount of love that wasn't describable with words.

The light breeze that was present just a few minutes ago turned into a stronger one, boosting the drama-like atmosphere between the two as they stood motionless, their hairs flowing ever so beautifully on the wind.

The couple seemed to be frozen in time, much unlike the urban and eventful world that was moving around them.They didn't care though, it was all perfect, the moment was the most beautiful moment in their lives just as it is.

Hands squeezed tight, foreheads pressed against each other and eyes staring into the ones in front of his, a smile formed on both of your lips before the older leaned in and captured the smaller creature in his arms, locking you in his protective cage.

"Thank you for today, really" Sehun whispered quietly, his chin resting on your shoulder in front of him, allowing you to hear everything the male was speaking "I don't remember the last time I've felt this special".

Another heartfelt smile crept up your face, this time accompanied with a cute pink tint of the cheeks that were also pushing those sincere eyes up into an eye-smile.

Shifting his weight firstly on his right and then his left leg, Sehun started rocking both of you while humming a familiar love song that was overplayed on the radio.

"I love you" another soft whisper followed, surprising both of them, but neither of the two reacted in any way other than staying calm for a few moments.

"How do I actually repay you for all of the money you spent on this beautiful day?" He asked, disturbing the silence.He was genuinely worried that after this day you had to sell your flat to be able to walk out of the minus on your credit card.

"Just...just hold me and never let me go, that'll be enough" you answered, snuggling your head into his wide chest, providing yourself with more heat as the cold air enveloped the uncovered places on your body, sending shivers down your spine.The male only chuckled at the reactions before he squeezed his arms around the body in between them, burying his nose into the neck of the other and letting the situation completely sink in as he continued to hum the same love song over again.

"Sehun?".

"Hm?".

"I love you too".

I screamed.This was a pleasure to write.

Happy birthday to my dearest fluff, also known as Oh Sehun!I already wrote out my feelings on facebook so I’m kinda low on words here ~~~

Anyway, I hope you stay healthy and happy in this year, and in many more that are yet to come.Spend this day with the people you love the most and please do not harm yourself in any way, do not overwork yourself, do not starve yourself and please get enough rest.Your health is the most important.

Happy 23rd (24th) Hunnie <3

-Admin Hunmotions

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