lucky girl
pairing : model!jeonghan x fem!reader
content : smut (mdni), angst, fluff, fake dating, unrequited (but not rlly) love, friends to strangers to lovers
in which : jeonghan has no interest in a relationship, however it seems that everyone else is sticking their nose into his nonexistent love life. youâve been in love with him for as long as you can remember, but that was ages ago. he shouldnât remember someone like you, but he does. and he wants you to be his girlfriend (just for a little while though, right?)
warnings : public sex TWICE (this mf fucks u everywhere but a BED), couch sex (see what i mean???), oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe iâm begging), idiots in love vibes like so strongly you two are dorks fr, dirty talk, yâall want each other so bad, praise, cockiness, like one innuendo, a bunch of other idols make features in this (twice, txt, le sserafim, and svt ofc), mentions of rehab, crying, âarguingâ, jealousy, pining and yearning and things of that nature
wc : 14.9K words
note : this took me so much longer than i thought it would but itâs finally here đđ written from this request
Junior year of highschool is when you first fell in love with Yoon Jeonghan.
You were the new girl. The transfer student. The awkward, hormonal, sixteen year old girl who felt oh so small in such a big school. The nobody.
Pretending like the lingering stares, the pointing, the whisperingâall of itâwas just a figment of your imagination was easy. You had been used to tuning things out. At acting like it didnât phase you.
Private school was different than public school. Too different. The only reason you were in this place is because you were sent to live with your aunt because of the fact that your mother was in rehab and your dad wasnât in the picture. Many of the public schools in the area werenât the best, so she pulled some extra money from her savings to send you one of the nicer, private schools.
You were grateful, for her concern regarding where you went to school, but the huge contrast from transitioning to this new place was anything but easy. You may have looked just like everyone else, but you never felt like them. A bunch of self obsessed, privileged, stuck up rich kids. Yeah, you werenât that. Not by a long shot. Itâs like they could tell you didnât belong here, but you already knew that.
All of them except for him.
Jeonghan had heard the mumbled talk of your arrival since he arrived on campus. He didnât get what the big idea was. New kids came all the time, bought their way in with mommy and daddyâs help. Each and every other student here was one in the same. Predictable. Boring.
âShit, look, there she is,â Joshua whispered amongst the small group of boys, his head jerking in your direction. The rest of themâMinghao, Mingyu, Soonyoung, and Jeonghanâall spared you a single glance or two.
Minghao chuckled dryly. âSheâs gonna get eaten alive.â
"She's kinda hot though, donât you think?" Soonyoung mumbled, trailing his eyes over your body. "That skirt is way too small for her."
âItâs like six in the morning. Can you not be horny right now?â Mingyu sighed, yet Soonyoungâs gaze remained on you until you disappeared from his line of sight. Jeonghan remained silent.
Joshua nudged his friend. âWhat? You have nothing to say?â
âWhat is there to say?â Jeonghan asked, swirling around his iced coffee that had been way too expensive to taste so cheap. âSheâs a girl and sheâs new.â Soonyoung booed him, loudly, attracting the attention of other passing students.
âYouâre no fun.â He said and crossed his arms. Jeonghan gave him no response. âWhatever. How long do you think sheâll last?â
âIâll give her until the end of the day,â Mingyu nodded. The others looked at him in disbelief, which made the boy roll his eyes. âWhat? Iâm an optimist.â
Soonyoung hummed in thought, weighing his available options. âFour hours max.â
Minghao shook his head. âTwo and a half.â
âIâm gonna sayâŚOne hour.â Joshua added. Then they all turned their heads to Jeonghan. He didnât respond until the staring became unbearable.
âGod, youâre all such pessimists, you know that?â He scoffed. âIâm not doing this with you today.â
âYou have faith in her,â Minghao teased, poking the older boy in the side. âYouâre so easy to read.â
âCut that shit out.â Jeonghan hissed, pushing away Minghaoâs hand. Minghao, Mingyu, and Joshua giggled. He was so easy to piss off.
âIâm gonna go talk to her,â Soonyoung cracked his knuckles with a confidentâbordering on arrogantâsmile.
âSeriously, donâtââ Minghao sighed, but the other boy was beyond reason. By the time he even said anything, Soonyoung was literally in your face.
The expression on your face was pensive, relaxed even. UntilâŚ
âHey, new girl.â
You looked up, your eyes looking over him with disinterest. Soonyoung cleared his throat when you didnât reply, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to relieve the awkward atmosphere.
âIâm Soonyoung, but you can call me Hoshi.â
âNo.â You deadpanned.
His eyes widened. Were you serious? He could hear the others trying to keep in their laughter behind him.
âIs there something you need?â You asked, raising one of your eyebrows. Soonyoung stammered, only managing to speak the words âIâŚâ or âwhat?â before he sighed and lowered his head.
âHoshi, are you done making yourself look stupid yet?â Mingyu shouted, stopping between almost every word so he could laugh. By now, there was an even bigger scene being made by Mingyuâs additional comment, much to your embarrassment.
âExcuse me,â you mumbled to him as you scurried off to the bathroom, leaving not only Soonyoung shocked but also the little audience you had gathered shocked as well.
âWow, what a smooth talker.â Joshua clapped, a wide grin on his face. âShe was all over you.â
Minghao giggled. âI recorded the entire thing. Hey, who should I send this to first?â
âOh fuck off,â Soonyoung hissed, his face flushed with embarrassment. âNobody needs to see that shit.â
âRight, like half the school hasnât already.â Jeonghan gestured to the multitude of people still lingering around in the hallways, huddled in groups whispering about the events that had just happened. Glancing at Joshua after you were gone, he smirked.
âSo?â Joshua asked. âWhatâs your judgement?â
Jeonghan sipped the last of his drink, shaking it around and poking at the ice with his straw to see if there was any left. When he discovered none, he discarded the cup in the trash and crossed his arms over his chest. âI like her.â
You spent very little time in the bathroom, your visit only being to calm your nerves and steady your thoughts, but you didnât expect to see the same boy and the rest of his friends huddled outside the bathroom waiting for you.
Wide-eyed, you stared between the five of them.âUmâŚhello?â
âHi!â Mingyu smiled at you brightly, side eyeing Jeonghan when he nudged him aside. A quiet gasp slips past your lips; this boy was gorgeous.
âI assume you have a name? Or should we continue calling you new girl?â
âMy nameâŚ?â You repeated, feeling your body growing warm at the proximity between the two of you. âOh, my name. Iâm [Y/n].â Jeonghan nodded, and then he smiled at you. You felt even hotter now. A little dumb, too, certain that you were embarrassing yourself.
âThatâs cute,â he said, still smiling softly. Jeonghan threw one of his arms over your shoulder, keeping you close to him as he and the rest of his friends started to walk down the hallway. âSo then, youâll sit with us at lunch, right [Y/n]?â You stared at him, dumbfounded, unable to believe that he was actually being serious with you. Soonyoung, finding this funny, couldnât help but laugh.
âWhoâs stammering now?â He quipped, earning him a glare from Jeonghan. Soonyoung didnât speak again.
âSit with you?â You asked again, and Jeonghan nodded. âAre you sure?â Everyoneâs eyes seemed to be on you as you were basically escorted down the hall with Jeonghan at your side, except this time it wasnât your imagination. For some reason it felt like you were being stared at now more than ever.
âOf course weâre sure.â Joshua reassured you. When he looked close enough to fully take in the look on your face, he gave you a smile that was full of sympathy. âIgnore them. Theyâre all assholes. Weâre the nice ones!â
Joshua was right, in a way. Jeonghan and his friends were the nicest group of assholes youâve ever been associated with. It was one of those âmean to everyone except youâ type of dynamics, especially with Jeonghan himself. You knew it wasnât wise to, but you couldnât help how your heart would beat faster whenever he was around since he only seemed to regard you as a close friend and nothing more.
You also couldnât help but notice that he was as oblivious as he was cute. The others noticed, (Joshua was the first, obviously, then Minghao, then Mingyu, and then Soonyoung, who was heartbroken that youâd choose Jeonghan over him, and you didnât know if he was joking or not) but he seemed like the only one who couldnât get a hint. Even when you were being as direct and obvious as possible, Jeonghan still remained as unaffected by your affection as a white crayon did on white paper.
By senior year, you and Jeonghan started to grow apart. It was gradual, falling out of touch with one another as the last school year just passed you both by, until it seemed like Jeonghan was once again nothing but the cute boy you knew nothing about like he had been on your first day. The rest of the boys were devastated, Joshua most of all.
Aside from you, it seemed like he was the one who wanted Jeonghan to quit being dull and realize you liked him. Just tell him already, thatâs what heâd always say. You always said you would, only to end up doing the opposite.
What if Jeonghan didnât feel the same way? What if it destroyed your friendship? What if he never wanted anything to do with you after you told him? Each question seemed more unbearable than the last. It was easier to love him than to lose him.
The last time you saw him was at graduation. After the ceremony, roaming around the parking lot past all the smiling families taking pictures of their children with their brand new diplomas, looking for your auntâs carâyou ran into him.
â[Y/n]!â He called out to you, waving both of his arms in the air to draw your attention. He hugged you once you were close enough, squeezing you a little bit. âIâm sad now, weâre not going to see each other every day anymore,â he pouted, and you smiled, even though the thought of that saddened you just as much.
Having him act so naturally with you threw you for such a loop. Talking to him like this made it feel like your friendship hadnât come to an end, like you two were old friends who had never been apart.
âDonât be sad. Iâm sure weâll run into each other again.â You continued to smile, trying hard to make sure it didnât look fake. You needed to believe what you were saying if you wanted him to do the same. Luckily for you it seemed effective, because Jeonghanâs face soon broke into a smile as well before he held his pinky up to you.
âPromise?â
Now you were smiling for real. Jeonghan, at the ripe age of eighteen, still believed deeply in pinky promises. They were sacred, never to be broken, those were his words. Others may have found him childish for this, you found it noble.
Nodding, you linked your pinky with his. âPromise.â
The promise you made with Jeonghan turned five today. Five years since senior year ended, five years since you made that promise with him, five years since youâve seen Yoon Jeonghanâs face in person.
Now you saw him everywhere; on billboards, in ads, plastered on posters in the windows of just about every storeâeverywhere you went, Jeonghanâs face was sure to be there.
He was certainly doing better than you, no doubt. Odds are he wouldnât even recognize you anymore. You worked at the local Ihop, drive your auntâs old Toyota Camry, trying to save up enough money to move out of her house and into your own apartment.
You had wanted to attend college, even if only for a little, but your aunt only had enough money stashed away to send you to that ridiculously pricey private school, not to mention room she was already taking care of you for your mom while she was stillâŚaway, and you couldnât afford to go into debt or pay anyone back.
So while Jeonghan walked runways in Milan and New York, you stayed in town and missed him every time his name was mentioned by one of your coworkers, forcing away the feelings you harbored for him.
Something like that was bound to happen to him, though. He was already so handsome, and his parents no doubt had the connections needed to allow something like that for their son. You were happy for him. Even after all this time, you continued to remain his biggest supporter. Youâd buy every product he endorsed, watch any content he was featured in, and youâd stare at his pictures in awe, unable to believe that he just always seemed to get more and more good looking.
To Jeonghan, it was different. He enjoyed the attention. He liked being told by other people how handsome he was. He liked having people who adored him. But that was about it. Not once did he enjoy waking up early, rushing from shoot to shoot, sitting through meetings, none of it. He could live without the pressure to keep smiling, or the nagging from his parents, orâworst of allâthe questions on his love life.
Jeonghan had never dated anyone since becoming a model, not even in private. There were zero scandals regarding a romantic relationship when it came to him, but the media was still unconvinced. He wondered how or why they always found the time to be so nosy. Why couldnât they understand thatâs just not what he was looking for right now?
âSo Jeonghan, I think you all know the question on every one of our minds, right?â Jihyo asked with a smile, shifting around in her seat a little. Jeonghan responded with his convincing fake laughsâhe had to have them mastered by now after all the invasive questions heâd constantly be asked by people like the paparazzi, or in this case, talk-show hosts. âIs there a special girl in your life that youâre hiding from us?â
The audience erupted into a fit of âoooâsâ and âaahâsâ all while Jeonghan tried to hide his discomfort with the subject. âHonestly, Jihyo? There really is nobody right now. Iâm justâŚnot interested in dating.â
âOh, come on! Are you sure youâre not seeing anyone in secret?â The sound of Jihyoâs laughter echoed through the studio as is blended with the reactions from the audience. Jeonghan laughed along with her, wondering how much longer heâd be here. Heâd already had to have a long meeting with his parents and his agency this morning, then done a product endorsement for a cosmetics brand afterwards, and now he was here, entertaining Jihyo and her live studio audience. Today was relatively low maintenance for him, so after he left here there was only one thing he wanted to do before going home; eat.
Jeonghan shook his head, a small smile on his face. âIf I were seeing someone, they wouldnât be a secret.â
Jihyoâs face lit up in surprise, her mouth parting as she took in his response. âWow! It seems like Jeonghan is that kind of boyfriend, huh?â Various reactions came from the crowd, most of them being screams of Jeonghanâs name praising him for his response. âAll right, thatâs all the time we have for today, but tune in tomorrow to hear Jo Yuri talk about her acting debut! Thatâs all for now!â
âAlright, thatâs it people! Letâs wrap it up!â
Jeonghan exhaled with relief, saying a polite goodbye to Jihyo before he excused himself off the set and to his car. He cursed when he noticed how dark the sky was beginning to get. Most of the places he wanted to go would be closing by now. He thought hard to remember the places that stayed open late, then remembered that the local Ihop was always open. He wasnât the biggest fan of the place, not by a long shot, but heâd just have to suck it up for the sake of his hunger.
Business at work had been slow today. It was only Monday, and you never got too much of a crowd during the start of the week, especially not when it was so early in the morning. Chaewon had suggested the two of you take a short break in the bathroom (though knowing her, she just wanted to gossip).
âNo way, [Y/n]. Youâre telling me you really knew Jeonghan in high school?â Chaewon asked you, leaning against the bathroom sink as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. âWhat was he like?â
You shrugged as you washed your hands. âHe was nice. Well, he was nice to me.â This made Chaewon gasp and grab onto your shoulder, pressing her lips together to try and hide the smile creeping onto her face.
âOh my gosh, he was totally into you!â
Yoon Jeonghan? Into you? You laughed dryly, really finding your friendâs enthusiasm cute, but at the same time you seriously doubted it. If what he said in those interviews were true, there was no chance. He wasnât interested in dating; in relationships altogether.
You were just about to respond to her when the door to the bathroom flew open. Sakura, your manager, was standing in the doorway staring at the two of you like sheâd caught you doing something you shouldnât have.
âWhat are you two still doing in here?â She asked. âSomeone is waiting to have their order taken.â
âComing,â you sighed, patting your hands dry with three paper towels too many and rushing out behind Sakura. You approached one of the booths closer to the entrance, notepad in hand. âWelcome to Ihop, what can Iââ
The person sitting in the booth lowers the menu, and time seems to stop. He looks up at you. You look down at him. It was like neither of you could believe you were seeing each other in this setting, of all places.
âJeongâŚhan?â You mumbled, blinking rapidly to see if he was really the person sitting there. He couldnât really be here, could he? But then he smirked and you were convinced; he was real.
âItâs good to see you too, [Y/n].â He muses, flipping back and forth through the menu a few more times before setting in down on the table. He soaks in the dumbfounded look on your face with an overly smug smile. âDonât just stand there, sit.â
âIâm the waitress, I canât justââ
âSit.â
You slid down into the seat across from him without missing a beat. A part of you felt embarrassed for giving into him so easily, the part of you with dignity.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked, which got you an amused laugh from Jeonghan.
âIâm hungry, [Y/n]. Why else do people come to Ihop?â
Well, it was good to know he was still a smart ass after all this time. Even if you were attracted to him, then and now, you still couldnât help but roll your eyes. âOkay, you know thatâs not what I mean.â
Jeonghan tilted his head to one side. âI live here too, remember?â Then he sighed and laughed weakly. âHas it really been that long?â
A frown found its way onto your lips. Maybe it has been that long, it was like Jeonghan was suddenly a stranger to you even after the time youâd spent together in school. Thinking about that made something inside of you ache.
âI guess it has.â You mumbled. Your eyes remained locked on the table and not Jeonghan, not even when he started to give you his order. Sliding out of the seat, you gave him your usual service industry smile. âIâll be right back with that.â
You scrambled to the kitchen, handing off the order to the cooks. âHey, Chaewon, can you go bring the customer out there his drink?â
Slightly skeptical, Chaewon glanced down at the glass in your hand yet took it anyway. âWhy canât you go bring it to him? You already took his order.â
âJust help me out, okay? Just this once?â The girl sighed, mumbling under her breath as she exited the kitchen. You try to take this moment to finally catch your breath and calm your nerves, but itâs quickly ruined when you hear a shriek, followed by Chaewon running back to the kitchen, a starstruck look on her face.
âYoon Jeonghan is in our restaurant,â she says, her hand clutching the front of her shirt. âAnd heâs asking for you, [Y/n].â
Of course heâs asking for you. There was no way youâd get out of this little reunion with him so easily. Jeonghan never let things be simple, youâd learned that quickly from your time being friends with him.
âJust bring the food once itâs ready, Chae,â you muttered, walking out of the kitchen and back to the booth Jeonghan was seated at. He looked up at you, pointing to the spot across from him, and you sat. âIs there something you want from me, Jeonghan?â
âJust some company,â He replied with a faux pout. He noticed that you were still looking at him like you could see through his lie, so he shrugged and smiled. âOkay, fine. I really did come here to eat, but I do need help with something else too.â
Raising your eyebrows, you urged him to continue. âI need you to be my girlfriend.â If you had opened your eyes any wider, they probably might have popped out of your head.
âW-What?â You shouted. Jeonghan put one of his fingers to his lips to shush you, which only helped to get you quiet and not to calm your racing heart. âBut youâre always sayingâŚâ
âListen,â He held one of your hand with both of his. âI know, I know. Iâm always saying Iâm not looking to date right now. But thatâs exactly why I need you. Iâm hoping to get everyone off my fucking back even if itâs just for a little while. Once the news of our relationship dies down, we can call it quits.â
You felt like this was a really vivid dream; like your subconscious was playing an elaborate trick on you and that none of this was actually real. Jeonghan squeezed your hand and looked at you expectantly. This mustâve been really important to him, and he was counting on you. Curse your simple heart, seven years had passed and you still felt like the love struck sixteen year old you were when you first met him.
This was a bad idea. No, this was a terrible idea. You should tell him that. There is no way you should sayâ
âOkay, fine. But only until the news dies down.â
Jeonghan grinned, visibly pleased with your response.
âI knew I could count on you.â
Thinking with your brain was always hard for you to do whenever you even thought about him, so having him make such a large request of you was basically keeping you from acting with any sort of rationality.
But Jeonghan didnât need to know all that. You propped your elbow up on the cool surface of the table and leaned your head into the palm of your hand, swallowing down your apprehension. âWhat are friends for?â
When you woke up the next morning, the only thing on your mind was Jeonghan. Your interaction with him at your job hadnât been a dream. He had asked you to be his (pretend) girlfriend, and you had agreed. You partly regretted the decision like you would a hangover, knowing that you still had feelings for him and telling him youâd go along with his plans could only end so many ways. Youâd have to stop thinking with your heart so often.
In your moment of doubt, you received a text from Jeonghan. After he had finished his very late lunch yesterday, he tore off a piece of the receipt and scribbled down his phone number on it for you to keep, leaving you behind with a generous tip and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Fucking butterflies.
Heâd also left you a very lovely, romantic text.
Iâm picking you up at 7:45.
Ever the charmer. You checked the time; it was exactly 7. You groaned and hoped that this wouldnât become an everyday thing, you didnât even go into work this early.
Jeonghan ended up arriving outside your auntâs house ten minutes later than he said he would, which only made you feel dumb for racing against the clock to make yourself look presentable.
He kept his eyes on you as you buckled up. âGood morning.â You side-eyed him, just barely making out the stupid lopsided grin on his lips.
âFor you, maybe.â
âYouâll get used to it, I already have.â
So this would be an everyday thing. Great.
Accompanying Jeonghan around had given you a unique perspective on your own life. You had already thought there was a lot on your own plate, but Jeonghan, you werenât sure how he handled it all. Sitting through meetings, fittings, hair and makeup, and photoshoot after photoshoot was tiring you out and you werenât even the model.
You did like the rush of pride you got whenever Jeonghan introduced you as his girlfriend. Getting to see the shocked look on the faces of the people who worked beside him made you feel like you were important. If you didnât have to get up so early all the time, maybe this was something you could get used to.
âItâs boring, right?â Jeonghan said, pulling you out of your thoughts.
âWhat do you mean?â
He sighed, waving away the man that was wiping off his makeup. âThe sitting around, the waiting, all of it. Youâre bored, arenât you?â
You raised one of your eyebrows. âWhy would you think Iâm bored?â You asked. âAre you bored?â
âObviously,â he scoffed in reply. âI wouldâve rather done pretty much anything else. I mentioned being a model, like, one time and they just went with it. I didnât wanna argue with my parents, though.â He shrugged, and that was it.
There was a sudden awkward tension in the air with Jeonghanâs overly honest confession. You glanced at the man who was in charge of removing his makeup, sharing a sheepish look with him before breaking eye contact. He was two for two on the eye opening revelations today, and you werenât too sure you could handle a third.
Clearing your throat, you tried to think of a way to steer the conversation into a different direction. âSo, uh, where to after this?â
âThe gym. I wouldâve gone tomorrow but Joshua said heâd meet me there.â
Finally, a break in this drag of a schedule of his. And youâd get to see Joshua. You could feel your boredom melting away like ice on a hot day as you got up and stretched.
âIâll be in the car.â
So, about the visit to the gymâŚ
It was fine at first. Normal. You greeted Joshua, hugged him, expressed how good it was to see him and how much you had missed him after all this time, and he smiled and done the same.
Speaking of Joshua, he had almost screamed when Jeonghan mentioned that you and him were seeing each other, and when he looked at you to confirm that he was telling the truth, he did scream, earning him confused and concerned stares from the people around you. Lying to him warded off the happy feeling you had built up on the way over here in a heartbeat, so you stayed silent for the duration of his workout with Jeonghan.
âShit, dude, I gotta go. Something just came up,â Joshua apologized quickly and rushed out of the building, leaving just you, Jeonghan, and a small handful of other people rich or important enough to get into this private space.
You werenât sure why, maybe it was the hot, sticky air of the gym. Maybe it was Jeonghan sitting there, all sweaty and panting and looking at you with that stupidly sexy smirk on his face. Maybe it was a bunch of other things you couldnât bring your mind to conjure up the words for, but something was about to happen, you could feel it.
âI should shower.â Jeonghan suddenly said, parting his sweaty body from the machine he had been occupying. His eyes flashed with something you couldnât quite place. âWanna join?â
Thatâs the short version of how you ended up pressed up against the wall gym shower, your back to Jeonghan as he took you from behind. Your head spun with desire and a dash of shame. Even though it felt really good, you hadnât even kissed Jeonghan once since declaring your status as (fake) girlfriend and boyfriend.
âOh, baby. If I had known you felt this good Iâd have done this ages ago,â Jeonghan moaned into your ear, and you could feel your knees buckle under you. That sweet-talking mouth of his would definitely be a problem for you, you were calling it now. Hearing such vulgar comments fall from his lips so naturally made you wonder why he was so good at this.
âF-Fuck, Jeonghan. Donât stopâŚâ The tiles of the small shower felt cold and wet against your skin, the feeling being the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded. Jeonghanâs hands held your hips tightly when you almost slipped as he mumbled something about being careful. If you werenât in this position youâd have slapped him. âYouâre not funny.â
Jeonghan isnât bothered by your remark in the slightest. He snaps his hips forward, loving the way you gasp and push yourself back to meet his thrusts. He really thought you looked cute like this, so easily losing your composure because of him. He knew about the effect he could have on people, but none of them mattered now that he saw how you reacted to him. âTell me how it feels baby.â
âSo good, Jeonghan. F-Feels so fucking good.â You whined, your mine tuned in on the feeling of his wet skin against yours and the sounds of both of your moans.
âThatâs right, feels so good. Youâre so cute, you know that?â
Your muscles clenching around his cock when he said that was the one thing that seemed to have Jeonghan lose his cool. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there while he rubbed your clit in fast circles, urging you closer and closer to the bliss of your release.
âGonnaâŚIâm g-gonnaââ You try to say only to be cut off by your own hoarse wail of Jeonghanâs name as your orgasm hits you. Afraid that you might fall, Jeonghan holds onto you even tighter all while continuing to fuck you through your high. He glances down, biting his lip at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of his cock and the streaks of cum streaking down your inner thighs. Never did he think a visual so filthy would get him off, but he couldnât help but bite your shoulder and curse quietly as he felt himself cum.
The water had gone cold by now, making the realization of just how long youâd been in here weigh heavy on your mind. Jeonghan squeezed one of your hips before he pulled out of you and stepped out to find some towels. You turned off the cool water, leaning back against the same wall youâd just been fucked against and sighed.
Now you really couldnât go back.
Out of nowhere, a hauntingly embarrassing thought crawled its way into your mind. âOh no,â you gasped. âJeonghan, what if someone heard us?â He just laughed at your panicked words.
âPrivate gym, private showers.â He explained, smiling when you visibly relaxed. âYou make some pretty funny faces, has anyone ever told you that?â
You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile on your face. âYeah, you have, back in school.â There had been many instances in your teenage years where Jeonghan had often laughed harder to your reactions to certain events more than the event itself, and heâd always tell you how âfascinatingâ your range of facial expressions were. History does repeat itself after all. âHas it really been that long?â Hearing the words heâd said to you the other day elicited a soft chuckle from Jeonghan as he pulled your body closer to his, wrapping one of the warm towels around your shivering frame.
You didnât like the way your heart was beating faster at an action as simple as that as if he hadnât just had his way with you in that little cubicle this place dared to call a shower, but you just laughed with him and hoped that he wouldnât notice.
âI guess it has.â
When you returned to work on Friday, you received a warm welcome from your favorite coworker and best friend.
Translation: Chaewon screaming at the top of her lungs and shaking you back and forth.
âYou didnât tell me youâre DATING YOON JEONGHAN!â Her grip was entering bruise territory. âI thought we were friends!â
âChaewon, please,â Sakura sighed, prying you out of her arms. âYouâre dating that boy that came in the other day? Whatâs the big deal?â
Chaewon had never looked so shocked. Well, thatâs a lie, but right now thatâs just how her face looked. âThe big deal is him! Heâs literally everywhere, Sakura. Heâs YOON JEONGHAN!â
The customers could no doubt hear her frantic screaming from the kitchen despite your best efforts to make her quiet down. Unfortunately trying to get Chaewon to calm down was like trying to get a penguin to fly.
âHow do you even know about that anyway?â You asked. Chaewon held up a finger, quickly pulling her phone out of her pocket and typing a few words into google and hitting search. She held it out to you and Sakura, and your jaw dropped.
Pictures of you and Jeonghan leaving the gym together, hand in hand, along with a plethora of articles inquiring about your identity as Jeonghanâs girlfriend. Your face wasnât visible in any of them, but anyone who knew you could tell that you were the one beside him in those photos.
âOh, wow. Yeah, thatâs you alright.â Sakura hummed without even sparing you a glance. âThatâs nice. Heâs a handsome guy. Good for you, [Y/n].â
You smiled, feeling a little awkward with all the sudden attention. âThanks, Kkura.â You couldnât even prepare yourself to be grabbed by Chaewon a second time, so you just let it happen.
âTell. Me. Everything.â
âUhâŚâ
âYou can talk after work,â Sakura sighed, pulling you away from Chaewon once again. â[Y/n]âs boyfriend will still be with her after her shift is over.â
You really hoped so.
For almost the entirety of your shift, you were somewhat unfocused on your actual job and more on the leaked pictures of you and Jeonghan. Never had you been used to having so much attention on you, especially over a guy. Of course, Jeonghan wasnât just any guy, but still. All of the hype had to be because of what heâd always preached about not being interested in dating, no doubt, but other than that your sentiment was similar to that of your managerâs: whatâs the big deal?
Chaewon also seemed off, though it was mostly only because she couldnât wait to pick your brain about your relationship with the model. She kept looking at you and smiling for the entirety of your shift, and youâd just try and pretend you didnât see her. It was working fine until you know who came back to pay you another unexpected visit.
âHey, your boyfriend is here!â She whispered to you when you returned from a quick trip to the bathroom. You felt confused and surprised at the same time, he was supposed to beâŚanywhere but here right now. The stupid organ in your chest jumped when you considered the possibility that he was actually here for you.
Making your way to the front of the restaurant, Jeonghan stood there, hands in his pockets, looking pleased to see you.
âJeonghan, what are you doing here?â He pouted at you.
âIs that the only question you know how to ask me?â You crossed your arms, not in the mood for his little games right now. âSorry, fine. I wanted to see you. Make sure youâre handling the news well.â
âNewsâŚ? Oh, that.â You werenât too thrilled to talk about your sudden rise to fame even though it had been the only thing on your mind ever since finding out from Chaewon today. Kind of ironic. âItâs whatever, I guess. I mean, I couldnât believe it when Chaewon showed me the pictures, but that was pretty much it.â You shrugged.
âWow,â Jeonghan hummed. âHave you always been this blunt? Whereâs the girl with the bob? I like her energy better.â He started to laugh, the sound only getting louder when you hit him on the chest. You knew didnât hurt him, not even in the slightest, and his cute giggling only made you madder. Damn him and his smart mouth. âJust kidding, baby.â
And there he goes with the nicknames again. Seriously, damn him and his smart talking, filthy, mouth and all the words heâd speak with it to get you all flustered.
âYou never answered me. Donât you have a photo shoot or a fitting, or, I donât know, somewhere else to be instead of Ihop on a Friday?â
Jeonghan just smiled at you. âForgive me for wanting to just stop by and say hello to my girlfriend.â
âJeonghan.â
Your eyes watched him as he tried to bite back the smile on his lips to no avail. He nodded slowly, seemingly getting the hint that you could always manage to see right through him. He didnât know if it was a good or bad thing.
âAlright, alright. You remember that show I was on not too long ago? The one with Jiyho?â Of course you remembered. Chaewon had sent the link to the video once it was uploaded to youtube (like she did with everything involving Jeonghan) along with a bunch of incorrectly spelled words in all caps expressing her excitement and disbelief. He continued speaking once you nodded. âYeah, so, she pretty much wants me back on the showâŚwith you.â He puts his hands on your shoulders, waiting for you to object to the whole thing.
But you donât object. You glance to the side once, then back at him, and shrug like you had done moments earlier. âOkay. Iâm off on Wednesdays and Thursdays.â The man in front of you sighed and shook his head.
âShe wants us there tomorrow. Canât you get someone else to come in for you, or something?â
You exhaled a heavy, dramatic sigh. âFine. But you owe me, okay? This is coming out of my paycheck.â The look of utter happiness on Jeonghanâs face whenever you give into him is something you think youâll never get tired of seeing, like he really thought itâd take more convincing to get you to say yes. Youâve literally been wrapped around his finger since you were sixteen, it was honestly surprising that he had the nerve to explain himself to you sometimes when you damn near lacked the ability to say no to him.
âYouâre the best,â he was still smiling when he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. âIâll pick you up tomorrow, okay? Wear something cute.â
You made some sort of strange yet quiet noise of acknowledgment, watching him with slightly parted lips as he walked out of the doors and back to his car. Jeonghan had just kissed you. On the forehead, yeah, but it was still a kiss. And not like he had kissed you in the shower, either, this one felt different. Tingly. Youâd have probably stayed rooted to that spot if Sakura hadnât started yelling for you to get back to work.
âComing!â
Mornings always seemed to come too fast for you, especially when you were going anywhere with Jeonghan. Time had to be speeding up on purpose knowing that you were always rushing to get ready lest you make Jeonghan late to one of his unmissable and very important (that you were still shocked to discover how much he despised) events.
You were worried about wearing the âwrong thingâ even though you had no idea you should wear for something like this and texted Jeonghan for help last night. He responded with a short explanation of what heâd be wearing and said that you could just wear whatever you thought would match or complement what heâd have on. And then heâd sent one more a few minutes after that. One that read:
good night [y/n] sleep thigh
You had responded with a series of question marks, expecting some kind of explanation or clarification, but he mustâve gone to sleep right after that because there was no response for the rest of the night.
So when you had settled yourself into the passenger seat of his car, youâd decide to question him about it now.
âOh, I meant sleep tight,â Jeonghan told you. He pointed at the seatbelt, staring at you until you were buckled up and only then did the car start to move. âWere you really thinking about that all night? Even I make spelling mistakes, [Y/n].â
You could sense that he was about to start laughing even before you started talking. âNo! I justâŚwhatever, nevermind.â And youâd been right, Jeonghan laughed just like he always did whenever you seemed to make what you considered a fool of yourself in front of him. He noticed that you were frowning from the corner of his eye and placed one of his hands on your thigh. You flinched at the contact.
âWhat?â He asked, starting to pull it away, but you grabbed it and placed it back down.
âNothing.â You shook your head. âItâs nothing. Your hands are just cold.â This made him smirk. He poked your cheek, your forearm, and your upper thigh, the smile on his face getting wider each time you shivered and tried to push it away. âQuit it!â
âYou like it,â he was giggling now, and you were too. You didnât even realize that you were until he had pointed to your mouth and laughed even harder. As long as Jeonghan had known you, youâd never giggled before. He joked that he was starting to rub off on you as he poked you with his cold fingers one more time. âI like that dress, by the way.â His hand found its way back to your thigh, feeling slightly less cold now. Maybe the heat of your body was warming him up, because you definitely felt hot right now.
âThank you.â
âMhm. You wore it just for me, didnât you?â
Your eyes grew the slightest bit wider. That was partly the truth, yes. Youâd also worn it because heâd told you to wear something nice and this dress just so happened to be one of the nicest pieces of clothing you owned that was appropriate for an event like this. The former option seemed to be the one he was more interested in though, seeing as how he was pushing up the hem of the dress and glancing at your underwearâand the wet patch on it.
âWell, yeah, you kinda told me to.â Jeonghan loved the fact that you were actively choosing to either ignore the fact that you were wet right now or pretend like it didnât faze you. He pressed one of his (still somewhat cold) fingers on the spot and started to rub it, making you shiver and moan. âJ-Jeonghan, youâre doing this now?â
âAh, you know what? Youâre right. My hands are still cold, arenât they?â He mumbled, but his hand stayed placed firmly against your upper thigh. You hated the way you whined at his teasing and the way you craved more. âAww, baby. I was just doing what you wanted. Are you mad at me now?â
âYouâre literally the worst!â Huffing, you slapped his hand away and Jeonghan, stubborn as ever, just placed it right back down on your thigh. âDonât touch me.â You tried sounding stern despite the way you were starting to grin, much to Jeonghanâs amusement.
âI owe you one, okay?â His voice was full of nothing but sincerity as he pulled the edges of your dress back down. âPut on a good show for Jihyo and Iâll let you cum as many times as you want later, deal?â
Your response came immediately, like you hadnât even had to think about it. âDeal.â
Jihyo was even prettier in person. You werenât used to seeing her without her hair in a bob, like Chaewon, but she seemed to be in the process of growing her hair out. Her skin was a little tanner in person and she had a smile that was kind and natural, which made you feel at ease.
âSo, everyone, Iâm sure youâve all seen the pictures, right? Of Jeonghan and his supposed girlfriend?â Jihyo turned so that she faced the audience, nodding along at their responses. âI know, I saw them too, and when I tell you my jaw literally dropped. I was like, Iâve gotta get him back on the show. Well here he is, everyone! And with his mystery girl too!â She held one of her arms out and the audience erupted into applause seeing you and Jeonghan hand in hand walk onto the set. Jihyo clapped as well, watching the two of you the whole time while you took your seats beside each other.
âItâs good to be back, Jihyo. Thanks for having me.â Jeonghan was as polite as ever, his fingers still interlaced with your own. The woman just scoffed and shook her head.
âOh, itâs nothing! You know how much of a joy you are to have on set.â Then she turned to you, eyebrows shooting up. âAnd you! Whatâs your name, sweetie?â
âIâm [Y/n].â The smile on your face was a little awkward, but the audience still received the interaction positively and applauded once more.
âWell [Y/n], arenât you a lucky girl?â She leaned a little forward in her seat. âYouâre doing what a lot of other girls could literally only dream of. How does it feel to be dating Jeonghan?â
Itâs everything Iâve ever wanted. Itâs like a dream come true. Itâs perfect, in every sense of the word. And itâs all one big lie.
âItâsâŚitâs really crazy to think about it, you know? Like, Iâm just a normal girl, but Iâm dating him?â You ended your reply by gesturing to Jeonghan, both of you smiling. More clapping came from the audience. It seemed to be going well.
âThatâs totally understandable. If I were you, I wouldâve lost it. You probably did lose it a little, I would imagine, right?â You nodded at her question, recalling the day he had proposed the whole idea to you. Thinking about how you managed to keep your nerves under control in that situation amazed you, followed by a surge of pride for being able to keep up your act on nonchalance so well when in Jeonghanâs presence. So in Jihyoâs words, yeah, you did lose it just a little.
âRight, right. And you, mister, how long has this been going on?â Jihyo pointed one of her neatly manicured fingers right at Jeonghan. âI remember you saying youâd never keep that special someone a secret.â
Jeonghan leaned back and rested his hands flat on the arms of his chair. â[Y/n] wasnât ready to be in the public eye. She was just nervous, and Iâd never make her do something she didnât want to. Forgive me.â Seeing the fake pout on his lips caused one to form on Jihyoâs face as well. He was pretty good at this lying on the spot stuff. Maybe a little too good.
âYou sweet thing. What a considerate boyfriend. Anyone else feeling a little bit jealous right now?â Jihyo glanced at the audience, responding as eagerly as ever. âIâm definitely feeling a little envious. Like just a pinch. No, but seriously, I wanna know everything. Oh, tell us this: who fell in love first? Iâm really curious.â
You sat up in your seat a little straighter. Should you answer? Should you tell the truth? Would Jeonghan finally get the hint you just confessed right now, or would he think youâre just playing along?
âI did.â You snapped your head in Jeonghanâs direction, and you felt tingly again. It didnât help that he winked at you either, insinuating that this was yet another lie and that you should continue to act naturally. The audience was eating this up.
Jihyo held her hands over her open mouth, looking between you and the crowd. âWow! IâŚjust wow! Iâm so shocked! I was expecting you to be the one whoâŚâ She couldnât even finish speaking given her exasperation, but you could read between the lines. Jihyo wasnât the only one thrown for a loop with his answer, you genuinely had no idea he would say that. â[Y/n], sweetie, did you know he was the one who liked you first?â
âNo,â you were being honest for the first time. âIâm just as shocked as you are.â You look at Jeonghan once again, your eyes immediately noticing the smug look written all over his face. You didnât like it.
A few more questions later, Jihyo announced that there was âno more time, sorry, i know,â and started to dismiss everyone on the set. You and Jeonghan gave her one last round of polite smiling and goodbyes before you let Jeonghan escort you back to his car. The difference in your moods was stark; Jeonghan seemed to be on cloud nine while you were still hung up over what he had told Jihyo earlier.
âUm, Jeonghan, about what you said back thereâŚâ
âI know, right! Did you see the faces of the people in the audience?â He looked so happy, sounded so happy. Anyone could tell he was enjoying the attention. You werenât. You wanted answers.
You rolled your eyes. âYeah, I saw them. They really just eat up anything you say, even if youâre lying.â
For the first time in a while, you noticed a dramatic change in Jeonghanâs expression. It was only for a second, maybe less, but it happened. Something like nervousness mixed with a dash of sadness and a pinch of guilt mixed together and slapped right onto the canvas of his face to create the masterpiece of his composure being lost. And then just as quickly as he let it fall, he slapped the mask back onto his face in the form of that carefree grin.
âI know, and Iâm sorry baby. Iâll drop you off and then weâll talk all about it.â
Jeonghan was good at keeping his promises. He kept the one you made at graduation to see you againâwhich was probably just dumb luck, but it counted. He kept the one he made to you after you left the gym and brought you to your favorite coffee place so you could a drink and a cake pop. He even kept the one he made to you in Junior year when you dropped Minghaoâs phone in the pool (you both blamed it on Mingyu). He had not kept his promise to talk to you about what he said in the interview with Jihyo. You were too occupied with his other promise (technically, it was a deal) youâd made with him before that.
âYouâre a natural on camera, baby,â He whispered into your ear, running his hands up and down your sides. Jeonghan had his hand down your underwear the whole drive back to your auntâs house, and when he finally pulled into the driveway, you were scrambling into his lap. Seeing you so worked up made Jeonghan feel good. He leaned back the drivers seat and let you grind against his erection, flooding the inside of your mind until you could think of nothing but him. âI can tell they just loved you.â
âYou really talk too much sometimes,â You mumbled. Jeonghan loved nothing more than when you talked back to him, it only made things more fun when he watched you fall apart on his cock in the moments that would follow. âYou and your filthy mouth.â
âShut me up then.â
Jeonghan licked his lips, and you watched him do so with bated breath. He was challenging you. Up until now, you had never kissed each other. You were afraid that if you did, some kind of invisible, imaginary line would be crossed and then itâd be that much harder to let him go. But what the hell, youâd already had him balls deep inside of you, what was a kiss compared to that?
His perfect, pink, lips were calling out to you like a siren does a sailor. There was no resistance when you finally kissed him, finally feeling the softness of his lips against your own. Jeonghan pulls you closer, the sudden friction between your bare core and his clothed cock making the two of you moan into the otherâs mouth.
âRide me,â He whispered with need. Need, you thought, Jeonghan needed this from you. This wouldâve been the ideal time to tease him back considering his current state. But fuck, you needed him too.
Jeonghan helped you unbutton his pants and slide them down along with his boxers just enough for you to sink down onto his aching cock. It felt different, but not in a bad way. He felt so much deeper, so much better, so much closer.
He let a chuckle slip past his lips. âYour heartâŚitâs beating fast.â His ability to be snarky and annoying never seemed to escape him.
âIs yours not?â You asked him while you rocked your hips back and forth lazily. The last thing you wanted to do was rush this moment, this might be the last time you got to have him like this, you wanted it to last. Jeonghan wrapped his hand around one of your wrists and placed it flat against his chest.
His heart was beating just as fast as yours.
There was probably a word out there somewhere to properly convey the emotions you were feeling, not that you could think of it right now with the way Jeonghan was scrambling not only your insidesâbut your mind, too.
Neither of you spoke again after that. You became caught up in the moment, in the way each other felt. Jeonghanâs eyes fluttered closed when the motions of your hips became faster, the obscene sound of his moaning overpowering your own gasps and whines of pleasure. He looked a fucked out mess; swollen lips, dark eyes, messy hair, the whole nine yards. If your eyes could take pictures, youâd want a million of him in this moment.
Jeonghan couldnât stop kissing you. Heâd been waiting for you to take the initiative, to let go of your hesitation. And now he was addicted to you and the way you kissed him and slipped your tongue into his mouth like you just couldnât get enough.
ââM gonna fucking cum, baby,â he breathed, thrusting up into you without warning. You wrapped your arms around his neck, panting, feeling yourself get close too. He kissed you, sloppily, his dick bruising the spongy spot inside you until you were seeing white. No less than a few seconds later Jeonghan was doing the same, your sloppy cunt milking him dry. You stayed like that for a while, his forehead pressed to yours, until the speed and sound of your breathing fell into the same rhythm.
âIâve gotta go,â is how he chose to break the silence, kissing you to silence your whine of protest. âI know, Iâm sorry. But hey, my family is having a party in a few weeks. Some business shit, probably for publicity. I donât know all the details, but they told me to bring you so they could finally meet you in person.â
You couldnât muster any other response aside from a sigh. âIâll be there.â
He kissed you one last time. âThatâs my girl.â
One promise kept, another one broken.
âYou know, that day you asked me to cover your shift, I didnât expect it was because you were running off with your boyfriend to go on some talk show,â Yeonjun mumbled, taking the somewhat heavy box labeled âbathroomâ out of your hands and walking it to that room. âIt must be nice, right?â His voice echoed through the empty space of your new apartment.
âWhy, you jealous?â You could hear him scoff all the way from the bathroom, making you and Chaewon laugh.
Itâs been two weeks since youâve heard from Jeonghan. His schedule has gotten increasingly busier ever since his reappearance on Jihyoâs show (which only made the news of your relationship more popular) , and you missed him for a multitude of reasons. One of them being that talk you never had about what heâd said that day. Every time youâd try to bring it up with him there was always a way he managed to weasel his way out of giving you an answer, so youâd given up trying at this point.
In better news, youâd finally managed to save up enough money to move out of your aunts house and into a decent little apartment downtown. It was kind of small, but it was just you, so you were fine with it. Today youâd finally started to move in most of your things. Joshua, Mingyu, and Soonyoung would come over tomorrow to help you set up your bed and shelves and other things that required the ability to decipher Ikea instructions. Minghao would come too, but not to help put anything together. He just wanted to scope out the place and advise you on the best way to decorate it.
So for now it was just you, your coworkers, and a couple of boxes containing the few things that you owned.
âWhat was it like seeing Jihyo in person?â Chaewon asked, taking a seat on the edge of the kitchen counter.
âShe was nice. And pretty. Sheâs also more tan in person.â You replied. âI really need to go to the store, Iâve barely got any real furniture.â You stared into your box labeled âkitchenâ and felt taunted by the plastic cutlery that rested inside.
There was a sudden knock at the door. You looked at Chaewon and she shrugged, just as clueless as you. You padded to the door, unlocking it and opening it just a crack. It was Jeonghan. Chaewon gasped, and you could hear her jump off of the counter and shuffle over to the doorway. He looked tired and a little annoyed standing there with his hands buried in his pockets. Today mustâve been one of his off days because he was dressed way more casually than he normally was.
âHey baby. Hi Chaewon.â His voice sounded slightly deeper than you were used to hearing it. Chaewon waved tentatively from her position behind you. âCan I come in?â You took a step to the side, enough to let him come in, and he looked around the mostly empty space with an unreadable expression. âYou never told me you moved out of your auntâs place.â
âRight, yeah, sorry,â You shrugged. âYou were just so busy, I didnât want to bother you. It just slipped my mind.â Jeonghan just shook his head and leaned against the counter.
âItâs fine, I wouldâve made time to stop by and help if Iâd known. Wouldâve been better than all the shit Iâve been doing.â
Chaewon stood awkwardly to the side, soon accompanied by a clueless Yeonjun who had just gotten over the initial shock of seeing Jeonghan inside your apartment. âUmâŚwe should get going right now actually. Weâll come back another day, okay [Y/n]?â She smiled at you and waved to Jeonghan with a bit more confidence this time and yanked Yeonjun out of the apartment behind her by his wrist, shutting the door behind her with a kick of her foot.
The air suddenly felt a lot thicker.
âDo you think you could do me a favor?â
You hummed questioningly, watching Jeonghanâs head drop down and his gaze lower. You followed his eyes all the way down to the bulge in his pants. He frowned when you started laughing.
âThis is funny to you?â You only laughed harder, one of your hands hovering over your mouth. âI donât find anything funny about this.â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you spoke through your laughs. âHow did this even happen?â
He leans his head back and sighs. âI was thinking about you.â Your laughter immediately stops.
Youâve just come to two realizations.
1. Jeonghan admits he gets hard at the mere thought of you.
2. He came running here during one of his few days off because he wants your help dealing with it.
You felt a mix of things right now. Hornyâobviouslyâbut also proud, and kind of special. Weirdly enough, you liked the idea of Jeonghan running to you to find some sort of release. Or maybe you just really missed him in the wrong way.
âCome here.â Jeonghan beckons you closer, cupping your face in his hands and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. âYouâre so prettyâŚâ
âYou too,â came your mumbled reply. You reached down to palm him through his sweatpants, eliciting a drawn-out groan from Jeonghan. His hips bucked into your hand, one of his hands wrapped firmly around your wrist similarly to the way heâd done in the car. You slowly sank to your knees, never once breaking eye contact with him.
The sight of you on your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes and your bottom lip between your teeth, Jeonghan couldâve blown a fucking load right then and there.
âDid you miss me, Hannie?â
Jeonghan sucked in a sharp breath when you yanked down his pants and boxers at the same time, exposing his cock to the cool air of your apartment. âI always miss you, baby.â
You paused for a moment and wondered if he really meant that, but with his dick literally in your face you came to the conclusion that maybe it wasnât the best time to mull things over. You peppered his tip with kisses and ran your hands up and down the base. Youâd almost forgotten how much you love it when he moans for you.
âS-so goodâŚyouâre so good to me,â he rested his hands on the top of your head, breathing shakily when you finally closed your lips around him. Just when he thought he couldnât become any more addicted to you, you went and proved him wrong.
You choked and dug your fingers into his thighs at an unexpected show of force from Jeonghan, pushing his cock deeper down your throat with a thrust of his hips. A loud gag shot out of your mouth when it hit the back of your throat, tears starting to well up inside of your eyes. He wouldâve apologized if he didnât think you didnât like the sight of you like this. âYouâre fucking perfect,â he said it without thinking, too caught up in the moment.
A single tear trailed down your cheek. You moaned around him and he copied the sound, the vibrations making him shiver with pleasure. Your jaw was starting to hurt, just a little, but Jeonghan seemed too far gone go notice anything but his own need to cum down your throat. You whined as loudly as you could, and thatâs when he finally seemed to get the memo.
His grip became the slightest bit looser, letting you wrap your hands around whatever you couldnât fit in your mouth. You feel kind of gross when you notice that thereâs spit dripping down your chin, but Jeonghan thought it was one of the hottest things heâd ever seen. He literally couldnât take his eyes off of you, big brown eyes now dark with arousal.
âWill you be good and swallow for me, pretty girl?â He asked, though the question seemed entirely unnecessary given that you wouldâve done so anyway. Nevertheless, you hummed in agreement, which was all he needed before the warmth of his cum spilled into your mouth. His body went limp once you tore yourself away from him and he leaned back against the countertop.
âIâve never actually done that before, by the way,â you mentioned all too casually. Jeonghan stared at you, completely dumbfounded, like you hadnât just sucked the soul out of him. Your face felt hot when you noticed his face. âWhat?â
âItâs kind of hard for me to believe that after what you just did, but okay.â He shook his head. âOh, by the way, the party my parents are having is on a Thursday. Totally random, I know, but at lease you wonât have to call off and miss work. You can still make it, right?â
He really remembered that?
âYeahâŚI can still come.â Jeonghan smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. It made you giggle. Maybe he really was rubbing off on you after all.
âPerfect.â You expected that to be it and for him to leave you, but instead he picked up one of the boxes on the floor and began unpacking the contents inside. âDo you like it here?â
âHuh?â You pushed aside the shock you felt by him still being here to give a proper answer. âOh, yeah. Itâs nice. The people upstairs are kind of loud at night, though.â
Now he was giggling. You groaned and rolled your eyes. âNot that kind of loud, Jeonghan. Youâre so gross.â He was smiling at you, totally unbothered.
âYou love me.â
Oh, if only he knew.
Thursday has never come so fast. Time definitely had something against you, and this was the proof.
The venue for the partyâsome building as fancy as it was big located in the heart of the cityâwas hot with dim lights and hallways that were way too long. Dozens of people were lined up around the entrance with cameras and microphones. You couldnât tear your eyes away from them, even from the passengers seat of Jeonghanâs car, and he grumbled.
âThe fucking press is still out here?â
Itâs late in the evening. The sun is setting. Theyâve been camping out here for days. These people are nothing if not devoted.
âYou did say this was a publicity event,â you squeezed his hand. âWeâll just walk fast and smile.â
A smile broke onto his face. âIâve only done that, like, three times.â
âI remember it being more than that, actually.â
He pouted at you, making you giggle. He was so cute it was almost unbelievable.
âAre you nervous?â
âWell, maybe just a little.â It wasnât the party or the public that scared you, but the idea of meeting Jeonghanâs parents made your stomach churn. He eased your worries with a kiss, then another, and another.
âYouâll be fine. I promise.â
You wanted to believe him. You donât know if you really do. Thereâs no fooling your brain, but your heart is much more easily swayed by his words. He holds your hand tightly as he leads you past the hundreds of cameras and people crying out your name followed by some of the strangest questions youâve probably ever been askedâno, definitely ever been asked. You squint your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the low interior lighting, and you can see two people approaching. Jeonghanâs thumb rubs the back of your hand to soothe you.
âReady?â He mumbles. You smile and nod.
âNot like I have a choice.â
âJeonghan! [Y/n]! So happy you could make it.â His father greets you warmly, paired with a smile and a firm handshake. His mom is a bit less reserved with her affection, immediately pulling you into a hug.
âYou look lovely, dear. Absolutely stunning.â You smile at the compliment. âItâs so good to finally meet you in person.â
âI feel the same. Iâm still a little shaky.â You laughed and it seemed to ease the tension, given the way his parents laughed along with you. His father handed you a skinny glass of champagne which you eagerly accepted, sipping down the bubbly liquid. Jeonghan let go of your hand, now holding a glass of his own.
âI hope Jeonghan doesnât give you too much trouble. We know he can be a bit of a handful at times.â The woman said, getting another laugh out of his father and you.
âMom, please.â
âNo, itâs okay. Heâs really such a great guy. Our time together has beenâŚâ You sucked in a breath and glanced up at Jeonghan. He looked down at you, smirking. ââŚspecial.â
âJeonghan? Oh, it really is him! Jeonghannie!â
You and Jeonghan both turned your heads to search for the source of the voice, both of your eyes landing on a girl with dark hair and plump lips waving at Jeonghan.
âMomo,â he smiled at her. âGood to see you. I didnât know youâd be here.â
Momo smiled back. âWe wouldâve been here earlier, but Sana couldnât decide on what to wear and Mina wasnât being any help.â She huffed at the memory and shook her head. âBut weâre here now. Oh, Iâm sorry, I didnât even see you.â
You smiled tightly, trying to remain polite. âItâs fine.â It wasnât fine. It was the exact opposite of fucking fine. Not only was this Momo girl interrupting your moment with Jeonghan and his parents, but she was also acting as if you were invisible. And worst of all, Jeonghan seemed less bored with her sudden appearance and was paying more attention to her than you.
You paused. Were you getting jealous?
âHey, you donât mind if Jeonghan takes some pictures with me and my friends, right?â She put a hand on your arm and squeezed lightly, snapping you out of your daze.
âNo, itâs okay.â Momo smiled again, and you couldnât help but notice just how pretty she was. With your approval, Momo linked her arm with Jeonghanâs, leading him to the opposite end of the room where two other girls stood waiting, their faces lighting up at the sight of the male model she had managed to drag along with her.
âCome on [Y/n] dear, heâll be back. Oh, there are some people weâd like you to meet. Have you met Kang Seulgi? Sheâs a very talented designer.â Jeonghanâs mom rambled on, guiding you towards an expectant looking crowd of people.
Shockingly (well, it was shocking to you), your attention is the one thing that the majority of the other guests seem to be after. Many of them gather around you and Jeonghanâs parents, hanging off every word you say and looking at you like youâre one of the most precious things theyâve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The topic of the evening is, of course, your relationship with Jeonghan.
"It's..." You search for him in the somewhat dark expanse of space, but you couldn't find him anywhere. He probably ran off somewhere with Joshua, no doubt.
Jeonghan had fucked you over. Heâd brought you here just to abandon you. He made you feel special just so youâd make him look good in front of his parents. You felt like some kind of broken toy, so easily thrown to the side once he no longer wanted to play with you.
"I don't know. It's a lot of things. I'm happy though, you know? He's good to me." You smiled, the lie stinging your throat and burning your tongue. There was only so much more of all this attention you could take.
âYouâre so lovely, [Y/n].â
âIsnât she just a dear?â
âSheâs the sweetest! Donât you just love her?â
And there it was; your breaking point. One of your hands flew over your mouth, keeping the pathetic sob from escaping. Concern flashed across the faces of the guests, and you apologized as best as you could as you pushed your way through the mass of bodies and out to the hallway. None of them followed you, probably still confused as to why you had even run away in the first place, but it didnât matter. None of this mattered.
Jeonghanâs friends loved you. The media loved you. His parents loved you. All these guests whose names you didnât even know loved you. Everyone loved you but Jeonghan, so in the end none of it even mattered. He had no problem discarding you when you were no longer of use to him, like you were nothing, because he didnât love you.
You finally cried. The regret, the guilt, it consumed you. You slid down to the floor, your face covered by your hands, crying on the floor like a child.
â[Y/n]?â
You could recognize Jeonghanâs voice in a heartbeat. He stared down at you, worry written all over his pretty face, but you gave him no response.
âWhy are you crying?â
He knelt down beside you, trying to get you to at least look at him. You wiped away the last of your tears and sighed.
âI think we need to end this, Jeonghan.â
âWhat?â He seemed genuinely shocked that you said that. â[Y/n], weâre more popular than ever. That wasnât the deal.â
You picked yourself up off of the floor, suddenly overcome with anger. "Is that seriously all you care about? How popular you are? What about me?â
His silence was painful.
âGod, of course. I donât even know why I bothered asking. You only care about yourself.â
âThatâs not true. I care about you, [Y/n]. You know that.â Jeonghan frowned.
Under different circumstances you mightâve believed him, let him sway you with his sweet words and sad little expression.
âDo you? It feels like you only care about me when you want your dick sucked or when you want someone to clap for you.â
The look on his face changed in an instant. Jeonghanâs patience was wearing thin, you could tell, but there was a part of him that was holding back.
âIf thatâs how you really feel, why didnât you say anything? Why even agree to do this in the first place?â
The words came flying out before you could stop them. âBecause I love you, Jeonghan! Iâve always loved you!â
A heavy silence enveloped the hallway. It was tenseâsuffocatingly so. You could hardly make out how his face changed once more in the low lighting that enveloped you.
â[Y/n]ââ
âIâm not done!â Youâre not sure when you started crying again, but you arely registered the wet droplets streaming down your cheeks. âI donât even know why Iâve tried so hard to get you to notice the fact that I love you when itâs obvious the only person you love is yourself. Youâre nothing but a selfish asshole. I hate you.â
Your vision was blurred with your tears, but you could just barely make out the dejection painted on his face. It didnât suit him. You hoped that he would say something, anything, but Jeonghan did nothing but stand there. You couldnât do anything but laugh pitifully.
âIâm going home. Have fun at your party.â
âWait, [Y/n], please donât go. Letâs talk about this.â He held onto your hand when you tried to walk away. You tried to get him to let go, but he wasnât ready to let go.
âWhat else is there to say, Jeonghan? Weâre over, now leave me alone. Why donât you go ask Momo to be your fake girlfriend, Iâm sure sheâd be more than happy to.â
You snatched your hand out of his grasp, fooling yourself with the last bit of hope you had that maybe he would chase after you. He made you a promise, after all.
Itâs a shame he couldnât keep it.
You didnât go into work on Friday. Or Saturday. Or Sunday. After you got home last night, you buried yourself beneath the covers of your bed, too exhausted to do anything other than lie there in the darkness until you fell asleep. When morning came, you couldnât even muster up the strength to move, so you called Sakura and said that you were sick and wouldnât be able to come in for the next few days.
Jeonghan had left you an unbelievable amount of texts and calls, none of which you bothered to respond to. Chaewon and Joshua also texted you to ask about the party and if youâd heard anything from Jeonghan; apparently no one had heard from him since the party. As if youâd know.
On Sunday, youâd managed to tear yourself away from your bedâfor longer than a trip to the kitchen or the bathroomâand out onto the couch. A rerun episode of Jihyoâs talk show was playing on the TV, the one that featured you and Jeonghan. You watched with a heavy heart as the two of you walked hand in hand, smiling, waving to the studio audience.
How could you ever fall in love with him? He was just another self serving rich boy who used you for his own personal gain. It didnât matter that he was charming or funny or cute orâ
Fuck, even when you were mad at him you found it impossible to ignore the beating of your own heart when you remembered just how nice it felt to be with him, even if it was all just for show.
Someone was knocking. You sighed, not wanting to get up, but the knocking only grew louder and more urgent.
âOkay, Iâm coming! DamnâŚâ You shouted, lifting yourself from the couch and over to the door, frowning at the person standing on the other side.
Jeonghanâs state of being didnât seem to be any better than yours. His eyes had bags under them, his hair was in desperate need of a brush, and he was still in his pajamas. Even so, he smiled weakly at the sight of you. âI was worried you wouldnât answer. Iâm happy to see youâre doing okay.â
You scoffed. âIâm not.â You missed the way his smile dropped at that. âWhat do you want?â
âI want to apologize to you.â
Shaking your head, you started to shut the door, almost closing it on Jeonghanâs arm in the process.
âWait, please! I really mean it, just give me a few minutes and then Iâll be gone, I swear.â
There was no way you were in your right mind, because you actually let him in. He smiled and followed you to the couch, sitting at a distance to keep you from getting uncomfortable.
âI thought about what you said at the party. The stuff you said about me wasnât wrong. I was being selfish. I did only care about my image. You had every right to be upset with me.â
âIâm still upset with you.â
âAnd thatâs perfectly fine, but just hear me out,â His voice was frantic. âThose two weeks I didnât talk to you were the worst two weeks of my life. I wasnât lying when I said I missed you. I really missed you, [Y/n]. And the more I thought about you, the more I realized that I was falling in love. Iâm so in love with you, [Y/n].â
You werenât buying it. âYou couldâve texted me. Or called. Or something.â
Jeonghan turned to face you, eyes flickering over your face. âI wanted to, and I shouldâve, butâŚâ
ââŚBut what?â
His cheeks were growing pinker by the second.
âBut what, Jeonghan?â
âBut I didnât want you to leave me. I didnât tell you how I felt because I thought it would overwhelm you. If you start to feel real feelings in a fake relationship, what are you supposed to do?â He sounded soâŚsad.
When the reality of his words finally sunk in, clarity followed. Jeonghan was in love with you. Jeonghan was scared that you would want things to be over. Jeonghan was worried about how you would react to him.
You breathed out a laugh.
âYouâre such a dummy, Jeonghan. Why would I ever leave you?â
His sadness evaporated, now replaced with relief and joy and love. He pulled you into a hug and sighed happily when you returned it.
âIâm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. My heart literally fucking broke when you cried because of me and my shitty attitude.â
âOh, but I love your shitty attitude. Just not when itâs making me cry.â
âGood. Pretty girls shouldnât cry.â He whispered against your lips before kissing you. You felt giddy at the way his lips moved against yours, smiling into the kiss. He gently pushed you so you were lying on your back, breaking away to look down at you.
âMy pretty girlâŚâ He said again, voice sweeter than sugar, fingers trailing up your legs. They felt cold against your burning hot skin, and it made you shiver. âGonna let me make you feel good like you deserve?â
âYes, Hannie, please.â
Jeonghan groaned, pausing the movement of his fingers to bask in the sound of you begging for him. You had no idea what you did to him and it made his dick that much harder. âGood girl. Iâll take care of you.â
âHurry up, your hands are cold,â You whined. His eyes flashed with mischief, pressing his fingers down into the flesh of your inner thigh, watching you shiver and moan.
âI donât know, I think that you like it, am I right?â
âIf you donât hurry up and touch me, Iâll do it myself.â To prove your point, you slipped your shorts off and tossed them somewhere onto the floor. Jeonghan touched you before you could even think about sliding off your underwear, cupping your leaking cunt with his hand.
âThe only one who gets to play with this pretty pussy is me, baby. Donât ever forget it.â You moaned at how fast his demeanor seemed to change, nodding furiously as you tried to grind into his hand to relieve the ache he was making you feel.
Pouting and panting, you looked up at him. âHannie, donât be meanâŚâ
He found it insane how he didnât realize how whipped he was for you earlier. Like really, he was totally wrapped around your finger. This mustâve been how you felt for all those years.
âWhatever you want, baby,â He lifted your legs a little higher, situating himself so he was lying flat on his stomach, face only a few inches away from your cunt. He pushed your underwear to the side, gasping at the sight of how wet you were. âShit, baby, youâre fucking dripping.â
âJust for you.â
He seemed pleased with that. âBetter be.â
Jeonghan buried his face in between your legs, groaning when the taste of you hits his mouth. Heâs making an even bigger mess of you, licking at you greedily and sloppily, drowning himself in the wetness between your thighs.
Youâre moaning louder than you think you ever have in your life. Shaky fingers slide into his soft dark hair, gripping tightly. He doesnât seem to mind though, already too caught up in you to register the little bit of pain. You grind into his face, staining the lower half of his face with your arousal.
âHannie, fuck,â You manage to say despite your fucked out state. Jeonghan hums, and the sensation makes your thighs close around his head. If you could speak, you would apologize, but Jeonghan seems to grow impossibly more aroused by the act.
He slips two of his fingers inside of you, itâs easy given how wet you are and keep getting, while he occupies his tongue on your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, any and all coherent thoughts having escaped you in that moment. The only thing you could focus on was Jeonghan, his lips, and his fingers.
You could feel yourself getting close, a familiar feeling blooming in your stomach. Jeonghan could feel it too with the way you were tightening around his fingers and arching your back to stay as close to him as you can. He circles your clit with his tongue before starting to suck on it, your legs shaking with the force of your orgasm.
âYou taste so good,â Jeonghan says, licking his lips clean of every last drop of you. He presses one last long, lingering kiss to your pussy before gathering the strength to pull away and wipe his mouth clean.
âWe couldâve kept going.â The look you gave him was so innocent and sweet, a contrast to the way your legs were still spread open with your juices staining your inner thighs. You almost convinced him. Almost.
âDonât look at me like that,â He spoke slowly and softly, as if he was in no rush to give you more despite the painfully obvious tent in his pants.
âWell then hurry up and fuck me already.â
Jeonghan doesnât want to keep you waiting, but he canât help but tease you just a little bit more. He sheds his clothes with little urgency, and he smirks like the little cocky shit he is when he sees the way youâre looking at him, like you could just devour him here and now. Itâs like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again, astonished by the sight of him. He was just so pretty all over.
He slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit, teasing your entrance until you were squirming. âHannie, please,â you whined, steadying your hands on his shoulders. Clearly he was just as desperate as you were, because he pushed into with a groan no more than a moment later.
âSo tight, baby, shit. Are you trying to make me cum already?â
His strokes are slow and deep, and you can feel every single inch of him inside of you as he drags himself all the way out before slamming back inside. Whenever you clench around him, he falters and lets himself moan something unintelligible about how good you feel or how pretty you are.
âF-Faster, Hannie, I wantââ Jeonghan cut you off with a sloppy kiss, swallowing each and every one of your noises.
He cooed at you and shook his head with fake disapproval. âWhen did you get so demanding?â Your words turned into whimpers when he increased both the pace and the force of his thrusts, rendering your ability to speak useless. âYou know Iâve got you baby, I know what you need.â
âStop talking like that.â Your nails dragged down his back, streaking his unblemished skin with thin red lines.
âWhat are you gonna do if I donât? You gonna cum and make a mess of yourself all over my cock, huh baby?â
You whimpered again, leaving Jeonghan to assume that he was correct and giving him yet another ego boost. With one hand, he pushed your shirt up to reveal your braless chest, kissing and sucking at the supple skin of your tits.
There was no way you werenât going to be getting a noise complaint. The sounds coming from Jeonghanâs hips snapping against yours paired with the steady stream of sounds coming from both you and Jeonghan were sure to have them making a fuss. Not that any of that mattered at the moment, well, not to either of you.
His hand snakes between your bodies, rubbing feverishly at your abused bundle of nerves, whispering so sweetly into your ear the words âcum for meâ which is all you needed before doing just that. Jeonghan watches your face as you cum, and he thinks that youâve never looked more beautiful than you do now, letting yourself fall apart underneath him like this.
âI love you so much,â He says in between his strained grunts of pleasure. âSo fucking much, baby.â Even after you had already cum, Jeonghanâs hips never once stopped moving against yours.
âI love you too, Hannie, fuck.â The overstimulation was starting to hit you, and you whimpered because of it.
âI know, baby. Iâm almost there.â
His tip is bruising your sweet spot with each of his thrusts, making you squeeze around him impossibly tighter, and the feeling makes him so dizzy, reminding him of the fact that he is truly and utterly yours. âWant me to cum inside you, pretty girl? Use your words and tell me.â
âYes, yes, please, Hannie! Need your cum inside of me!â Your mouth and body are reacting on their own, saying and doing what they want as you feel yourself cum a second time. He doesnât hold back anymore, the warm sensation of his cum being fucked deeper and deeper into you overtaking all of your senses, leaving you feeling fuzzy and lightheaded.
Jeonghanâs head rests on your chest, breathing in your scent and listening to the sound of your heart. Heâs too lazy and too tired to pull out, but you donât mind. âCan you be my girlfriend for real now?â Even as you work to catch your breath, he still manages to make you laugh.
âHm, I donât know, nobody was around to hear you say that, should we go find you an audience?â You tease, and Jeonghan whines loudly and shakes his head.
âIn that case, yes. Iâd love to be your girlfriend.â
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