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143hyunes · 10 months

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Cacoethes

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut (Minors DNI !!)

summary: So in conclusion: Hyunjin was not a creep. He just had a weird obsession with the stranger in the train. Hyunjin was an inquisitive person, which is why his favourite past time was observing people in the train. He would spend his way back home observing people and forgetting about them as soon as he left the train. So why couldn't he forget you?

playlist. ao3.

warnings: strangers to friends to lovers, non-idol au, childpsychologist!hyunjin, alternating POVs, extreme pining (hyunjin is a simp), y/n is afraid of the dark, descriptions of a panic attack, hand holding (this is not the victorian era i swear), mutual pining, clubbing, mentions of puking, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), cum eating, fingering, nipple play, marking, protected sex, shower sex, dirty talk, faking an orgasm, mentions of a car accident, mentions of death (none of the MCs), ghosting

wordcount: 10k

a/n: my entry for the skzwritingcafe event for May-June. i hope you guys like it <33 this oneshot is kind of inspired by 500 Days of Summer (very loosely). pls leave feedback & reblog and lmk if there are any mistskes, enjoy!

cacoethes

noun RARE

an urge to do something inadvisable

an insatiable desire : mania

Day 1

There was a small but certain happiness in travelling by a train, though it is an inconvenience for many daily commuters during rush hours, Hyunjin loved it maybe because he travelled during the late hours, when there weren’t many people on the train but enough. He liked listening to music and daydreaming or observing people on the train from different walks of life. He always came to the conclusion that at the end of the day, even though everyone was different, the situations and problems they went through were similar which made them like-minded individuals.

It was just another ordinary day, Hyunjin was listening to one of his favourite ballads that day. Whenever one song ended and the silence that ensued till another song played, brought him back to the real world, giving him a reprieve from his mind, reminding him that a world existed outside of his mind. This silence was a kind of faux silence, not loud but definitely enough to arouse him of his surroundings. Today however, there was a different sound that entranced him.

Your laughter that was like a siren song on treacherous waters, demanding his attention. Whatever song played next seemed to ebb away as he looked for the source of the sound that was like music to his ears.

You were reading a book that was in your lap, he assumed that it must have been the reason for your laughter. He couldn’t look away from you, how your hair fell on your shoulders, encasing your face that was concentrated on the book, the furrow of your brows, all this making you look adorable.

That night when he went home, after freshening up, Hyunjin sat in front of the TV, the TV was on but the voices faded into the background as he thought of the stranger in the train, seemingly so oblivious of the world around her. No sound or movement was enough to break you away from the imaginary world you were seemingly in.

Hyunjin never understood people who would cry, laugh or get angry over books or tv shows and movies alike, because for him no form of media had ever evoked such emotions in him. Hyunjin reasoned that the only reason you wouldn’t escape his mind was due this empathy that he seemed to lack, there’s always envy in the absence of something. Yes, that’s all it was jealousy in the wake of humane curiosity, at least that’s what he told himself when he woke up dreaming about you.

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Day 8

Hyunjin was not a creep, he was just an observer, it was kind of his job to observe and help people wherever needed. He had always been like this, not much of a speaker, quietly listening. His big eyes always curious and absorbing everything around him, like a natural instinct. Him studying you was no different than the other times he would observe strangers in the train, putting them in categories that he had made up. That’s what he had deluded himself into believing, reality however was a bit different.

You were different, he didn’t find himself looking for the silhouettes of other strangers on the daily, like he did with you. It had been 8 days since he first saw you and yet he couldn’t look away. It had become second nature, to observe you everyday, reading a book every time.

Your red nose was the first thing he noticed about you today and then the drops of tears on your cheeks that he wanted to wipe away.

What?

Hyunjin had no idea where that stream of thought came from,”Stop thinking about unassuming strangers in inappropriate ways. Seriously, get a grip on yourself man.”, he thought to himself.

The reasoning he gave himself for such thoughts was that it was his nature to want to comfort people in distress as a Psychologist and it’s not like he would act on his thoughts. So in conclusion: Hyunjin was not a creep. He just had a weird obsession with the stranger on the train.

When the internal monologue in his brain had quieted down, Hyunjin noticed the title of the book you were reading,’Before the coffee gets cold’, when you lifted the book to wipe away your tears and he made a mental note to look up the book on the internet later when he reached his house.

He didn’t really read novels but he was curious about what made you cry, especially on public transportation.

He was an emotional person but didn’t cry easily. Maybe this book would evoke emotions in him that he had buried deep down.

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Day 13

You had had a bad day at work today and just wanted to get lost in the world of one of your romance novels to wash away the stress of what was a tedious day of work. You loved your job as the assistant marketing manager and being part of the graphic design team, you really did, but your co-workers were hellbent on testing your patience like no one ever had. But you couldn’t just shun your duties, especially not if they were direct orders from your superior, which was to babysit the new intern and clean up after his mistakes.

You would understand if it was just one mistake but he fucked up three times, posting the wrong ad campaign on the official social media account and consecutively deleting it.

You had to take the fall for it obviously because he was working under you. You had to hold your tongue too because the moron had gotten his internship through nepotism and his relative was a higher up in the company. Office politics really were the bane of your existence and you vowed to dismantle hierarchy in the office (who were you kidding, you can’t even speak up when the waiter messes up your order).

You inwardly cursed yourself for choosing an office job.

You wouldn’t say you were eager to travel from the train everyday, you didn’t care much for public transport. Yes, using it was good for the environment and all that but that’s not why you used it. Driving after a long day of work was stuff out of a nightmare for you. You saved money on gas and didn’t have to buy a car too.

Plus you really liked reading your favourite books on the train, it was very different from your reading nook in your home, a different kind of good. You liked getting lost in a world other than yours, it felt like a reward somehow.

That morning in the train, you had just gotten to the part where things were starting to get interesting in your novel but unfortunately you reached the station for your office.

You couldn’t wait to pick up where you left off that morning.

“Lift your hips for me, love.”, reading that line had single handedly made you lose any shred of sanity you had left, you would scream into a pillow if you could. The book didn't have any explicit scenes in it but the overall sexual tension and buildup was, in your opinion, more satisfying and arousing to read than any explicit scenes. You really loved reading about people falling in love and slow burns.

The giddy smile on your face however faded when the train screeched to a stop and everything went dark. You could feel your throat closing up, like it was closing in on itself.

Making you slowly lose control over your breathing and the small train compartment suddenly felt too hot. Your heart was beating so fast as if you had run a thousand miles a minute.

You felt like you were drowning when you heard someone asking you to focus on their voice, pulling you out of the water.

“I need you to focus on my voice and list 4 things you can feel.”, the deep voice said.

You listed them out: A firm hand under your right palm, your book, the kind stranger’s soft breathe, your clothes.

“Okay, now can you please list 3 things that you can hear?”

“Your voice, something tapping against metal, the sound of my heart.”

“You’re doing great! Now list two things you can smell.”

“My perfume and sweat.”

“You’re okay now. List one thing you can taste.”

“My saliva?”

He chuckled at your answer that actually sounded like a question, the sound of his chuckle was like a hug of comfort in the daunting darkness.

The train was moving again and the light was back in the next five minutes. You realised that you were still holding onto his arm and quickly released your grip on it, profusely apologizing for gripping it so tight that it left marks on his soft skin.

Gosh, just how much could you embarrass yourself in a single day!

He smiled a smile that could rival the brightness of a thousand suns and said that it was okay and asked if you were feeling better now.

He was really pretty and your metaphorical jaw was on the floor and suddenly you forgot how to form a coherent sentence.

The confused look on his face brought you out of your stupor and you knew you had to answer him soon, before you embarrassed yourself further. “I’m okay now all thanks to you. So, thank you.” You managed to somehow make your voice sound both curt and squeaky at the same time.

You could not make yourself look at him, much less have eye contact. So you just decided to look out the window. In the reflection of the window, you saw him putting his head phones back on which you hadn’t even noticed were around his neck.

When it was your turn to get down you thanked the stranger again and slightly bowed to further show your gratitude.

That night you couldn’t fall asleep so you decided to bake. You weren’t stress baking but rather ‘I-have-embarrassed-myself-too many-times-in-a-day’ baking. Though baking definitely didn’t help you forgot about the beautiful stranger.

Three hours of baking too many cookies for one person to consume later, you finally went to bed, exhaustion from the day catching up to you. You had to wake up in 4 hours and you were already dreading it.

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Day 14

Today was turning out to be better than yesterday. Your cookies were a hit at the office, as always. Your superior even forgave you for yesterday’s mishaps. Though he would never admit it, it was mostly because of your cookies.

You even saved a box of them for the kind stranger from yesterday. Hoping that he would board the same train as yesterday and so you could properly thank him.

When you saw the familiar tresses of his soft, long hair that made you want to run your hand through it, you sighed a breathe of relief.

You hadn’t thought far and were sure you wouldn’t get to see him again today and words escaped you again.

You were rehearsing in your mind what you would say to him when you felt a pair of eyes on you and looked up to see him looking at you before he looked away. He seemed very interested in something out the window.

You decided that you would be brave and would stop acting like a shy teenager and just talk to him.

You tapped his knee to get his attention. “Hey I don't know if you remember but you helped me through a panic attack yesterday, I wanted to thank you for it. I baked some cookies and there were some extra so I brought them for you.” You offered him the box with the best smile you could muster.

When a few beats passed and he didn’t take the box from you, your confidence started to wane. The lone box suspended in the air awkwardly by your hands. “Uhm, nevermind.”

Of course, who would take the box of cookies from a strange lady on the train! No sane person that’s for sure.

You cringed as you slowly brought the box back to keep in your lap when he stopped you and took the box from you.

“Thank you for the cookies, I was just really taken aback. Which is why I didn’t take the cookies at first, not because I thought that cookies were poisoned.” He said rubbing the nape of his neck.

You laughed at his attempt at a joke. “It’s really okay, I would be skeptical of taking cookies from a stranger too. Thank you once again for yesterday. I’m really grateful because you were very kind and didn’t make me feel bad for having a phobia that children usually have. Other people haven’t been this kind.”

“You really don’t have to thank me. And I’m sorry other people weren’t as kind. Thank you for the cookies, I’ll enjoy them.” He said smiling, his eyes turning into crescents.

“I’m Y/N by the way.” You said extending an unsure hand for him to shake, did people even shake hands these days?

He laughed and shook your hand. ”I’m Hyunjin.”

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Day 22

It had been 7 days since Hyunjin had last seen you. Now it wasn’t like he was counting down the days or anything, he just wanted to return your tupperware. 3 days of not seeing you and he was worried, he wondered if something happened to you and if you were okay.

On the 5th day he wondered if you were avoiding him, he recalled his last conversation with you for any indication of your behaviour that would suggest you were avoiding him. He came up with nothing and decided to stop assuming things. He didn’t want to admit it but he missed his the beautiful stranger.

After more than a week was when you came back. When he entered the train he could smell your perfume, the scent which was very similar to that of jasmines but not quite the same, it drove him up the wall. He would ask you one day what perfume you used.

When he sat down beside you, he handed you your tupperware. You smiled at him, then slowly shaked the box, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Those are blueberry muffins in the box, my mom has always said that you should never return tupperwares empty.”

“I bought these from a local bakery though, I can’t bake as good as you.”, he replied, giving you a sheepish smile.

“Thank you for the muffins, I really like these ones.”

“Oh, before I forget, why didn’t you use the train these last few days?”

“I got my periods and the first two days are really painful so I usually avoid going to the office on those days. And for rest of the days I don’t use the train because I have really bad backache.”

“Oh ok, I hope you feel better now.” Hyunjin was relieved your absence was not because of him.

“Yeah, I do.” You said smiling, pulling out your book of the day from your bag.

When Hyunjin noticed the book, grinning, he grasped one end of the book in your hand. You gave him a quizzical look and were surprised by his sudden behaviour. “Is this the sequel to Before the coffee gets cold?”

“You’ve read Before the coffee gets cold? And to answer your question, yes it is”

You had an amused smile on your face and he decided he would tease you. “Wow, I’m offended, you don’t think I could read a book just because I’m a pretty face?”

“Your words not mine dude. I just can’t imagine you reading this kind of an emotional book, you look like you only read academic textbooks.” You added with a hint of playfulness in your tone.

“Well I did read this book and I almost cried too, towards the end.”

“What do you mean almost cried? I was bawling my eyes out. In fact I’m pretty sure the pages of this book are covered with my snot.”

“I don’t know, I wanted to cry especially after the last chapter but my tears wouldn’t come out? It’s like I’m emotionally constipated.”

You laughed at his raw candidness, and he concluded that he could part seas to hear the sound again.

That day your conversation over the book lasted till you had to get down. Your voice increasing as you excitedly raved about the book. Hands gesturing around with a twinkle in your eyes, he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

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Day 37

“And then he stuck the gum he was chewing on my desk.” Hyunjin was currently telling you about his terrible work day. He part timed at a Government facility, which was a detention center for troubled teens. Today, he had to counsel a 15 year old who was downright rude and had charges on him for vandalism.

“I’m not saying I love my job but it beats having to deal with angsty teenagers on a day to day basis.”

“I mean, it’s not all bad, the other day this autistic girl made a card for me and it was really cute. Also I really like helping people and as sappy as it sounds, making a difference.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Hyune. If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

The use of the nickname didn’t go unnoticed by him, it wasn't the first you had used it but it made his heart flutter all the same.

It had been a little over two weeks since he became closer to you and your friendship blossomed.

You didn’t expect to find a friend in such an unlikely place, you looked forward to the end of every day, talking to Hyune about everything and nothing. Talking to him was as natural as winter turning into spring, the ice melting away so beautiful flowers can blossom.

Just as suddenly as spring had come, he’d slowly warmed his way into your heart.

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Day 61

You always seemed to forget the reason why you hated clubbing, which is why you always let Sakura drag you to one. She was your bestfriend and you loved her more than anything in the world but her habit of getting shitfaced drunk was something you wish you could break.

You were currently two drinks in, enough to break you out of your shell but not quite enough that you could hit the dance floor. You downed three more in order to join Sakura on the dance floor. You don’t know when it happened but you were currently grinding up against a stranger and you could feel the outline of something that was definitely not his phone. If you were lucky, you would get to go home with the handsome stranger.

At least that was the plan, before you got a call from Sakura, “Hello? Kkura?”

The call got disconnected before you could get another word in. A few seconds later, you got a text from her.

kkura ♡ : washroom. NOW.

you : coming

you : are u ok?

When she didn’t reply, you quickly apologised to the stranger and excused yourself. You started looking for the washrooms. When you found them, you entered to find Sakura hunched over the toilet seat, spilling her guts out. You slowly rubbed her back and removed your phone to call Han. He was also one of your bestfriends, he couldn’t come with you guys today because he was busy creating yet another track, life as a musical producer meant that even his Saturdays were spent labouring away.

The phone rang thrice before he picked up,"Hey Y/n. What’s up?"

“Kkura is really sick, can you come pick us up? It’ll be really hard to get a taxi from here.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there, text me the address.”

After texting him the address, you helped Sakura up and made sure she drank water.

Both of you decided that waiting outside was much better, the music was just too loud. The entrance of the club was mostly deserted save for a few people smoking and a strange man that kept glancing in you guys’ direction. You knew you were safe and that the man wouldn’t misbehave with people around but you still messaged Han to hurry up.

you : can you get to the club faster? there’s a really strange man here and i’m pretty sure he’s going to rope us into a pyramid scheme or a cult

You were surprised when not more than five minutes later you got a call from Hyunjin. You wondered why he was up so late. Clearing your throat, you picked up.

“Uhh, Hyunjin?”

“Where are you?” There was an urgency in his voice, tone frantic.

“Club Red Lights?” You meekly replied, unsure of the reason he had called you.

“Stay right there, I’m coming to pick you up.”

“Wha-” Your words died on your tongue when you heard the line end.

You mentally smacked yourself when you saw that you had sent the message meant for Han to Hyunjin.

His concern for you made you feel warm inside or was it the alcohol you had earlier?

Ten minutes later when Han arrived in a taxi, you helped a very dazed Sakura get in the car. You explained the situation to Han and how you were going to wait for Hyunjin.

“Are you sure? Do you want me to wait here with you till he has arrived?”

“Yes, I’m sure Hanji. You don’t need to wait for me, just make sure Kkura gets home safe.”

“Okay if you say so.” He leaned in for a hug, when you were swiftly pulled away from the embrace.

“What the fuck” Han exclaimed, while you let out a gasp.

��Hyunjin!”

“Is this the guy you were talking about?”

“No Hyune, calm down. This is my friend, Jisung. The message I sent you was actually meant for him.”

“What message?” Han inquired, while glaring at Hyunjin.

“We’ll talk about this later Ji, you should take Sakura home.”

“Goodnight! Text me if anything, ok?” Han said finally embracing you, without strong arms pulling you away.

“Yes I will, goodnight Ji.”

When the taxi drove away, Hyunjin turned to you with a sheepish smile,”I’m sorry for my outburst earlier, I was really scared when you messaged me so late.”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your cheeks.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, I was kind of buzzed when I sent that message, how did you even get here so fast?”

“I drove.” He replied, shrugging. “Shall we get going? Where do you live?”

After giving him the address, you got in the passenger seat. The whole ride you couldn’t help but keep stealing glances at him, he looked so attractive driving. Seeing him in a striped blue and beige sweater was disconcerting, in a good way. You had only ever seen him in work attire, and he looked so stunning in them but him in casual clothes was somehow even better.

You tried to snap yourself out of it, and were convinced that the only reason you were ogling your friend was because of all the drinking you did earlier.

When you reached your apartment complex, Hyunjin insisted that he would drop you to your doorstep. On seeing how much you were staggering, he helped you to your bed. He even insisted on removing your heels for you. A shiver ran through your body when his big hand touched the straps on your ankle. He takes his time undoing the straps, but even that's not enough. You want to fall asleep in the warmth of his arms.

He’s going to leave soon, you don’t want that. You wish he would stay, even if it’s till you fall asleep. You don’t like saying bye even though you know you will meet him again.

Can’t you stay?

When he stops in his movements and looks up at you with his eyes widened, you realise that you said the sentence out loud. You hoped you it didn't sound as needy as it did in your mind.

“I-uh-Sure.” He stammered. “Where do you keep your aspirin?”

“It should be in the cabinet near the refrigerator.”

Keeping the glass of water and bottle of aspirin on your bedside table he noticed you were fast asleep, softly snoring. He smiled at the sight, pulling up your blanket to cover you.

He was getting ready for bed when he had received your message. To say that he was worried would be an understatement. He drove to your location using the GPS, his speed astonishing even to him. He hadn’t speeded since that incident, and that was two years ago.

When he reached the location and saw you in your silk dress and your cheeks flushed due to the alcohol, he couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous you were. You were about to embrace a man and Hyunjin didn’t know what came over him. Was it Panic? Anger? He wasn’t sure, his only thought was to get you to safety. And he did something irrational.

But now, he was endeared by the sight of you snuggling into your covers. His heart skipped a beat when you had asked him to stay. Your desperation very evident when you uttered the last word. He decided it was best to leave now or he would really end up staying with you.

You woke up the next morning at 11am to the worst hangover you had ever had, the aspirin on your bedside table helped. You had to meet up with Sakura and Han in an hour for brunch, so you had a quick shower and got ready.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Ms. Y/N.” Han began in a voice that was too cheerful for your hungover brain.

“I’m too hungover to have a civil conversation with you right now, Han.”

“That’s too bad because I want to know who that guy was from last night and why you went home with him.”

“You went home with some guy last night?!” Sakura exclaimed.

“I didn’t “go home” with him, he just dropped me off when I sent him a text meant for Han. And he’s not just some guy, he’s the friend I made on the train.”

“You went home with Train Hottie?!?” Both of them exclaimed in unison.

Your friends had dubbed Hyunjin as the ‘Train Hottie’ when you had told them about you having a panic attack on the train.

“Can you guys keep it down? My head is still pounding.” You scolded.

“Wait you never told me what the text was about.” You showed Han the text while shoving avocado toast in your mouth, which they had ordered for you.

“He thinks I’m a cult leader?!” Han replied slightly offended.

“It’s more likely that he thought you were some guy who roped people into pyramid schemes, Sung.” Sakura muttered, both of you bursting into laughter.

Han just shook his head and playfully smacked Sakura’s hand.

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Day 98

Something was off today, Hyunjin noticed that as soon as he entered the train. You were slumped over in your seat, your head in your hands. As he sat down beside you, he nudged your shoulder,”Hey, you okay?”

You looked up, your eyes full of anguish as you figured out how to answer him, your mind at war, if you should be honest or not.

You decided you would go with the half truth.

“I-Just had a bad day at w-work.” You croaked, on the verge of tears.

“Can you take a day off tomorrow?” He asked. You just nodded, not having the strength to reply.

Hyunjin pondered for a minute before grabbing your hand.

“What? Where are you taking me ?”

“I don’t know.” And he really didn’t, he wanted to cheer you up somehow and it wasn’t possible in a moving metal box.

Both of you got down at the next station, his hand never leaving yours. He didn’t know it but you always felt safe in his presence, it brought you comfort in times where everything felt wrong.

His pace quickened and you had to jog to keep up with him. As soon as you guys exited the subway, he looked for a convenience store.

“What flavour of ice cream do you like?”, he inquired.

“Anything that doesn’t have fruit in it.”

He picked two packets of vanilla ice cream that was covered in chocolate and shaped like a chocolate bar.

“These are my favourite.”, he exalted grinning, his eyes turning into crescents. You couldn’t help the smile contorting your features, his childlike joy at buying his favourite ice cream contagious.

He went to the alcohol section to get a pack of 6 beer bottles and proceeded to pay for all the items.

You quirked a brow at his combination of ice cream and beer but didn’t question him.

You guys decided to go to the Namsan Tower, as you had coincidentally got down at Myeongdong Station. You spent the cable ride up in comfortable silence, save for the bouncing of Hyunjin’s leg against the floor of the cable car.

When both of you got down, he looked for a bench with the best view overlooking the city. Once he found it, he set the things down, taking out a beer bottle and opening it against the bench.

“Impressive.”, you said nodding. He made a show of removing his imaginary hat which made you giggle.

“Okay have a sip of this but don’t drink it and then take a bite of the ice cream.”

You did as he instructed and you were taken aback when the chocolate melted into your mouth and the ice cream mixed with the beer. The chocolate paired so well with the malty beer, it left a different kind of burn in your throat which was washed away by the ice cream.

Hyunjin waited with bated breathe for your reaction and let out a sigh of relief when you smiled up at him. He was happy to share his favourite food combination with you and even happier that you seemed to like it.

“It’s like the Mc Donald’s float but less sweet and for adults.”

“Yeah I guess it is, I was really drunk off my ass when I thought of this combination.”

“You’re a genius actually, I was really skeptical of it at first but it goes together so well!”

He just smiled and you guys sat there for a few minutes, soaking up the scenery and drinking together. Until he broke the silence with his questioning,”So..do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?”

You sighed nodding and taking a sip of your beer,”I fucked up really bad at the office today and was reprimanded in front of the whole office. It was humiliating to say the least.”

“And? Is that all?”

“No.." You sighed again, opening up was always hard but never with Hyunjin.

"I’ve been wondering these days, if it’s all worth it?”

“You mean slaving away in that office every day to just put food on your table, even if it doesn’t make you happy?”

You were shocked at how he was able to articulate your feelings in just a sentence,”Yes..”, you let out a dry chuckle.

His hand found yours, thumb running circles on your hand, urging you to continue,”I just- I don’t know what my purpose is, you know? Like how you know what your purpose is and you’re doing so well too. I didn’t know what I wanted to do in college and I’m still the same, all these years later. Wasting my life away for a job I don’t even like.” You try not to cry and end up pouting.

“Do you want my honest opinion?” You nod.

“First of all, yes I do like helping people but it’s just a bonus. I’ve been obsessed with psychology for as long as I can remember, I’m just one of the lucky ones whose special interest happens to coincide with my “purpose”. The idea that everyone needs to have a purpose to be worthy of being a citizen of the society is such bullshit. Plus your purpose doesn’t always imply something you have to do to give back to the world. It’s all just part of the western capitalistic propaganda. What if I’m here to just have fun? What if this is my last life as a human? I think the pressure of having a “purpose” is too much especially for an 18 year old fresh out of high school. Even for a 23 year old like yourself, it’s too soon. I mean you have your whole life ahead of you to find out what it is. So really, you have nothing to worry about.”

Hearing his words had lifted a weight off your chest, a feeling of catharsis filling you. He was your catharsis. His words comforting you like no one ever had.

He looked so cute under the moonlight, his angry pout on your behalf making him even more endearing. Oh how you wish you could kiss him and feel those plump lips on every inch of your skin. You looked away before you actually gave in and kissed him.

“I-uhm”, you cleared your throat,”Thank you for saying that, you don’t know how much it means to me.”

“Of course, anytime.” He said smiling and taking a big gulp of his beer. Which was consequently followed by a very loud burp, you turned towards him and started laughing clutching your stomach. The look of surprise on his face and dusting of red on his cheek was priceless. “Uhm, that was on purpose, I wanted to make you laugh.”

“Sure whatever you say Hyune.”

“Anyways, is there not anything that makes you genuinely happy?”

You. That’s what you wanted to say but you couldn’t because of everything that it would imply. You weren’t drunk enough for that conversation. So you went for the next best thing.

“Baking. It calms me down.”

“Then you should open a bakery or a cafe.”, he said matter of factly.

“It’s not as easy as that.”

“But it’s not impossible, is it?”

“Well-”

“I think you shouldn’t give up before you even try it.”

You pondered over what he said for a few minutes.

“I mean I could freelance graphic design for a while alongside my job, save up money and lease a small shop.”

"See, I told you it's not impossible ."

You had to leave the Namsan Tower soon, as it was closing, so you decided to sit outside a convenience store.

You spent what felt like hours talking about your plans for your cafe. It was almost 3am when you both decided to return home.

“You can stay the night with me, you know because your home’s far from here. That’s if you want to.”

“Okay.” He says looking away.

You reach home around 3:30am. Hyunjin insists on sleeping on the couch but you are persistent. “It’s fine really, we’re two adults, we can share the bed.”

You give him a blanket of his own and got in the bed.

“Gooodnight.”

"Goodnight, Hyune.”

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Day 99

Hyunjin had been watching you sleep for the past ten minutes, he found everything about you cute, the peaceful look on your face, the drool coming out your mouth. Oh how he wished you had fallen asleep in his arms.

You slowly wake up due to the sunlight that was streaming in through the windows, your eyes getting used to the light. The first thing you noticed was his eyes, watching you intently, he would never hold back, be it his work or even just a simple gaze. The intensity in his eyes makes you blush and you’re hit with a sudden urge to kiss him.

Unbeknownst to you, that’s the same thing going through his mind.

A chant of:

kiss me,

plaguing his mind.

His ragged breathing goads you on and you lean in.

Your lips meet in a desperate kiss, as if you’re lovers meeting after lifetimes apart. He bites your lip, eliciting a moan from you. His tongue enters your mouth, teasing your tongue.

When the both of you come back for air, his eyes are blown wide, lust evident in them. His carnal gaze setting you off more.

The second kiss you share is sensual, slow, while the first one was all teeth and tongues, this one is unhurried, exploring.

He sits up and you straddle him, the kiss becomes intense as your hand travels to his nape, the kiss deepening, while his hands explore your body, stopping to knead your breasts.

You break the kiss to remove your top. When your lips are back on his, he continues his exploration of your body, now free of it’s constraints. He does quick work of your bra, that you don’t even realise he has removed it.

He starts smothering kisses on your neck, leaving a wet trail down the valley of your breasts. His plump lips close around your right nipple while his nimble fingers play with your left one. You feel yourself shiver at the attention but he holds you steady and needy whines spill out of you as you grind on his hard on. His moans getting lost against your curves. His eyes never once leave yours, as your fingers thread through his hair, pushing him further against your chest.

After what feels like hours of desperate moans that come out of your mouth, Hyunjin stops his ministrations on your chest, you would have come just from this if he had continued any longer.

He removes his shirt, while you help him remove his pants. He initiates the kiss this time, as you keep grinding against his bulge. The sound of his husky moans drive you crazy. You pull away to trail kisses down his neck, his lips chase yours when you do so. But soon he gives into the pleasure your lips give him. You take your time sucking and licking consequently on his skin in your downward descent, giving his nipples little bit of the attention he gave yours. You take your time leaving kisses on the hard muscles of his abdomen. When you finally reach the bulge in his boxers, you look up at him, "Can I?"

“Please”, his deeper than usual voice perhaps from the long hours of sleep has heat pooling between your legs, the neediness in his tone sending you further over the edge.

You remove him from his constraints, his big dick was painfully hard. You smear the precum around his tip, giving small licks to the head of his cock. His needy moans are music to your ears, you tease him some more. Then you take almost half of his length at once, the way he stills in shock makes you feel proud of yourself. You start bobbing up and down his length that you can take, your hands stimulating the rest. His pleasure guiding his actions, he thrusts up into your mouth, moaning loudly when you gag around him. Soon after he feels his orgasm coming, he tries to pull out of your mouth, you tap his thigh to let him know it’s ok if he came inside your mouth. He comes down your throat with an intense moan. You wipe your mouth and go back to kiss him.

“You taste even better with my cum.” He breathes out. His husky voice is enough to make you come.

“I want you on all fours for me, angel.” His commanding tone with the use of that nickname has you complying without any complaints.

This position makes you so much more vulnerable to him, his kisses start from the curve of your ass, he massages your venus dimples, leaving chaste kisses on them while he removes your underwear.

You shudder under him as his kisses reach the nape of your neck, he whispers into your ear, "I want to pay you back for all the teasing but maybe next time. Today, I’ll just settle for ruining you."

His large hand cups your cunt, the tips of his fingers so close yet so far from the place you really need him all while he whispers into your ears like the devil he is, all the things he will do to stay true tp his promise. You’re pretty sure you’re dripping down your thighs by now. His fingers finally enter you, scissoring you open, the motions making you weak, you realise you wouldn’t have fallen down if not for the steady hand around you. He adds a third finger all while nipping your right ear, you finally let go, your walls violently convulsing around his fingers. When you come down from your high, his question catches you off guard after all that’s been said and done.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Yes, please. The condoms are in the first drawer of the bedside table.”

Rolling the condom on, he enters you in one swift motion, your body jerking forward but he catches you in time.

When you have adjusted to his length, he starts moving roughly.

“Fuck you’re so tight, even after I fingered you open.”

The force of his thrusts make the headboard slam against the wall. The sound of banging, matching your moans.

“Ahh-Hyune, please, please d-don’t stop”

You reached your high again after a particularly hard thrust, the sound of your moans reaching a volume they had never before. Hyunjin followed right after, his movements slowing down, his seed spilling into the condom.

He pulled out and got up to get a towel to clean you. You hissed at the loss of him. After he cleaned you up, he peppered your face with kisses promising you breakfast and a day in watching movies.

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Day 112

It had become a routine for you and Hyunjin to spend the night at each other’s place. You would have sex, cuddle and then have dinner together. He would leave before you in the morning because work for him started early.

Today was no different, he ate you out on the kitchen counter before the both of you proceeded to the bathroom to wash the day off of each other.

But it wasn’t long before he was in you, your legs wrapped around his waist, back against the bathroom wall. His thrusts were rougher than usual, you wondered if he had had a bad day at work.

That was before he uttered that name again.

“Ahh- Mina..I-”

You stilled when he said that name, yet again, though he was conscious this time. It had made you wonder if he was seeing someone else. Hearing that name brought back all of your insecurities, the thoughts of an orgasm were so far away now. He didn’t seem to notice or if he did he didn’t say anything, still chasing after his own high. When you felt him getting closer and closer, you clenched harder, moaning his name again and again.

You were thankful it was his turn today to cook, you really wouldn’t be able to focus with your mind running a thousand scenarios that caused you nothing but displeasure. You had felt your heart breaking when you heard him call out for that Mina girl in his sleep last Tuesday night. When you had told Sakura about it she had told you to ask him about it and you wished you could, you wished you were a confrontational person. Hearing your dilemma she told you to just ask him on a date and gauge his reaction. And you did, your heart beating, you were the most nervous you had ever been and the most relieved when he said yes. Your movie date was in 2 days on Saturday, you would go to a fancy restaurant after, for dinner.

You also wished you didn’t get attached to people so easily, you had only known Hyunjin for a little over 3 months but that didn’t stop you from falling for him, causing you inevitable heartache. You know you owed it to yourself to ask him about Mina, you decided it would be best to have this conversation after dinner.

“Hyune? Can I ask you something?” You asked while you were washing dishes and he dried them.

“Yes, of course.” He replied, giving you his crescent eyed smile.

“Who is Mina?” You asked, trying to not sound accusatory.

His whole demeanor changed, he stopped wiping the cup in his hand.

He tried to school his features of any emotions but you noticed the sheen in his eyes, as he went back to wiping the cup.

“Uh-She was my ex-fiancé.”

“Oh”, was all you could say, you had more questions but he was clearly very upset, even though he was trying not to show it. It was best to let him tell you in his own time.

“Why- why do you ask?”

“Oh it- you mentioned her in your sleep.” You didn’t have the heart to mention the incident from before, wanting to hide the shame and faked orgasm.

You didn’t know if you were overthinking or if he was actually distancing himself from you. He didn't say goodnight or give you a kiss. You could feel him building up walls around himself, walls you wanted to climb over and just embrace him.

He didn’t hold you that night, you deluded yourself into thinking that maybe it was because physical touch was just too much in that moment.

You just lay there thinking and thinking about what went wrong, maybe you shouldn’t have asked him about her. Was he still in love with her? All your thoughts however ceased when you heard soft sobs from his side of the bed, wanting to hold him close but you knew would do no good. It would only make him distance himself more.

You don’t know when you fell asleep between trying not to let your tears fall and trying not to wipe away his tears. But your worst fears were confirmed when you woke up to the cold sheets beside you and your washroom devoid of his toiletries that he had brought over after spending countless nights at your place.

»»———-　　———-««

Day 114

Anyone would say it was a foolish thing to wait for someone for 2 hours at the movie theater, someone who had left one morning without saying a goodbye, someone who hadn’t replied to any of your calls or texts for the last two days, someone whose silhouette, with his headphones that you longed to see in that train, someone whom you missed a lot.

As you walked away from the theater with heavy feet, you thought to yourself about how now you had the confirmation that he was not coming back.

Your time with him, however short, taught you that you were capable of love, of heartbreak. You came out of your first heartbreak gaining something, at least that is how you consoled yourself.

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Day 127

You were sitting in the same seat as you sat in everyday, everyday praying you could see him again, even if it was just once. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air or maybe your lonely mind just made him up, that’s why he always seemed so other-worldly.

You were staring out the window as was routine for you these days, hoping to find him, always looking for him subconsciously. Your wet umbrella on your lap was soaking your clothes, but it didn’t matter. Your wet hair was stuck to your face but that too, didn’t matter.

From the corner of your eye, you think you saw his long black hair, your heartbeat quickening as you rushed to get out of the train, it felt like hours had passed when the doors opened.

You ran in the direction of the subway as that’s where he was headed, calling out to him but his pace only seemed to quicken. So it really was him.

You finally slowed down when he was on the fifth step.

“Hyunjin, please.”

That made him stop in his tracks, maybe it was the desperation or the pain evident with that last word.

He turned around and you could swear that the world around you stopped, the pain in his eyes mirroring the pain in yours, while his heartache was caused by some stranger you didn’t know and yours was caused by him. He looked pale and his eyes were bloodshot.

You walked towards him, the reasonable part of your mind telling you to just walk away, to save further heartache and humiliation.

Standing a step below him, you looked up, trying not to sound weak while tears were welling up in your eyes,”Can we please talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Really? That’s all you have to say? Did our friendship mean nothing to you? Were the weeks we spent together so insignificant that you didn’t even bother saying goodbye?”, anger from the weeks alone catching up with you.

“Y/N-”, you flinch at his use of your name, your own name sounding so foreign on his tongue.

“I-We can’t be together. I can’t be in a relationship right now.”, he croaked looking away.

“Then why did you lead me on? Why? When you’re in love with someone else?”

He finally looked at you,“God-I, I never meant to lead you on, Y/N. And I’m not in love with someone else, my ex she-she died in a car accident, two years ago. She is dead.” He whispered the last sentence to himself, as if trying to remind himself of that.

Suddenly everything made sense, the look of melancholy that was always present in his eyes. The name he called out to, in his slumber.

He was staring into your eyes, looking for something, you tried to blink back the tears that were starting to build behind your eyes. You turned around then, tears starting to fall down your cheeks, walking away from him was probably one of the hardest things you had to endure.

When you were finally out of his sight, did you let yourself cry, smalls sobs turning into heaving. You cried for him then, his love, his loss, your love and your loss. You finally understood why he couldn’t love you, his grief was too big for his heart and you understood, you did. It still didn’t stop you from cursing the universe for bringing him to you with flowers and sunshine and letting him wash away with the rain.

»»———-　　———-««

Day 113

Hyunjin knew he was hurting you, when he heard you ask him about Mina yesterday, he realised he had called out Mina’s name while making love to you. He had wished hard that he hadn’t said it out loud, he felt guilty for thinking about someone else when he was with you. He felt guilty for loving you, his mind had become a prison he couldn’t get out of.

He wished he could've processed his grief before he met you, he wished he hadn’t fought with Mina, he wished Mina hadn’t run away from him that night, he wished he didn’t feel guilty for holding you, loving you. He wished for the ghosts of his past to leave him alone. But that’s all he could do, all he had been doing his whole life.

He didn’t want to be weak and pathetic but he guessed he had always been that way, passive all his life, looking from afar, never taking action.

He knew he had to distance himself before he hurt you more than he already had. He knew it wasn’t right but sometimes not saying goodbye hurt less than actually saying goodbye.

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Day 127

It had been 15 days since he had last heard that voice, at first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. He tried his hardest not to turn around and just run into your arms.

Your plea was what made him stop and reminded him of the wall he had built up to protect you from himself.

He was devastated, his worst fears confirmed when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, your face thinner than he last saw you.

He had an epiphany that day, he really wanted to hold you, call you his again. In order to do that, he would have to get over his grief, his past.

For the first time in his life, he decided he wouldn’t let life pass him by, he wouldn’t let you pass by, he would seek help to get to you. He was determined and would do anything to kiss you again.

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Day 335

For a little less than 7 months, you’ve been working hard to open your own café. It was just last month when you had finalised on a shop, paying the deposit for it. The shop was small but it had a homey feel to it, it was everything you were looking for and more.

With help from your friends you had set up all the furniture and equipment, your café, ’Eden’, would be opening in 5 days and to say you weren’t nervous would be a lie. You hoped all the ads that you had put up and the marketing you had done would pay off and that people would actually show up.

You had quit your job last month, starting the new year in your café, surrounded by people you love. It had been satisfying sending in the two week notice. You had been freelancing alongside your job the last few months. You don’t know why it never occurred to you that you could live off the money you made from doing freelance graphic design.

Han and Sakura were bickering out front while you organised your kitchen, there was no way you were letting them near your kitchen, especially so close to opening day.

Their bickering had suddenly stopped, there were only hushed voices now and it made you wonder what had happened. You went out to investigate and overheard their conversation.

“What do we do with this bouquet?”

“Don’t ask me stupid questions, Hanji. Of course we throw it out, we can’t let her know he was here.”

“Who has here?” You asked incredulously.

“Hyunjin, obviously you dummy. Who is the one asking stupid questions now?”

“Jisung!” Sakura scolded hitting him on his back.

“Oww! What the-Oh Y/N”

You took the bouquet of Daffodils from the counter and ran outside.

“Y/N wait-” you heard Sakura call out.

You were glad when you found his retreating figure, his wide back and long hair making him easily recognisable.

“Hyunjin!” You yelled to get his attention. You were out of breathe when you finally caught up to him.

Returning the bouquet to him, you tried to stabilise your breathing.

“Y/N, wha-”

“I don’t take flowers from strangers.” He let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair.

“Your friends told me you were at home.”

“I don’t blame them for lying, they were just protecting me.” He winced at the bite in your tone, but he knew he deserved it.

“Look, can we please just talk?”

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about.”, you said throwing his words from months ago back at him. Only you knew how many times you had replayed that whole conversation.

“Okay I deserve that but please just listen to me, once. I promise I won’t bother you again.”

“You have 30 minutes.”

“But-” You gave him a look that indicated you wouldn’t negotiate on this.

“Fine. But you will have to come with me somewhere first.”

You thought over his words for a minutes before letting out an exasperated sigh,”You better make this worth my time, Hwang.” You texted Han and Sakura in your group chat asking them to close up and letting them know that you would return late. You turned your phone on silent and walked to where his car was parked.

His bouncing leg was the first thing you noticed when you got in the car, the smell of jasmines was the second thing you noticed.

You could cut the tension in the car with a knife.

“Are you kidnapping me? Where are we even going this late at night?”, you joked.

“The Graveyard.”, was all he muttered before turning silent again. You didn’t know how to reply and wondered what was going on through his head. Why now??

The graveyard was grim and gloomy, like one always is. He got down without a word, grabbing a bouquet of jasmines from the backseat. You wordlessly followed his lead.

When he finally reached the grave he was looking for, he bent down to put the bouquet near the grave stone and you heard him sniffle.

“This is my first time visiting her grave. It’s been two years since the accident and this is the first time.” He breathed out, his tone one of disdain. You rubbed his back to comfort him and urging him to continue.

“The night she died, the night of her accident, we had a fight. She just left with her car and I let her. If I had just apologised, just let go of my ego for once…”

“Hey it’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known. I know my words might seem empty but you can’t predict the future, it’s not your fault.” , you wanted to comfort him like he had done for you, after all you were friends before everything that went down.

“I-I know.”

“I just never got over my grief, when she died I was just numb and threw myself into work. For the longest time I didn’t process that she had died.”

“Then I met you, I tried to deny my feelings for you so long, even before you had that panic attack. I would silently watch you, doing nothing about my growing feelings for you. When I finally had you, I felt guilty towards Mina, it felt like I was betraying what I had with her. I mean I was literally going to marry her.”

“And when I realised I had hurt you, I was so angry at myself. I knew I had to do something, so I started seeing a therapist. You must think I’m pathetic, I mean what therapist goes to another therapist.”

“Hyune, there’s nothing wrong with seeking out help, you’re human too at the end of the day. Also I’m pretty sure many therapists go to other therapists on the daily.” Relief flooded his body at the familiar nickname and he felt just a bit better.

“I know, I do. I just can’t help but feel pathetic, you know? I lost the best thing that has happened to me in a long time and also probably the love of my life. My therapist said that I should visit her grave and on the same day I saw the ad for your café, I knew then that it was a sign.”

“What do you mean, a sign?” Your lack of a response at his confession didn’t go unnoticed by him but he continued anyway.

“I hadn’t realised that I needed help until I lost you, so when I saw your ad, I just knew I had to at least try to reconcile with you. I’m so sorry for being an asshole and ghosting you, there’s really no excuse. I’m truly sorry.”

“It’s okay I forgive you.” You reply without hesitating and you really had forgiven him and made your peace with the situation. He was wrong to ghost you but you knew him better and decided to not judge him for his temporary lapse of judgment. Plus you were never good at holding grudges for too long.

“Uh-I, thank you.”

“I should drop you home, it’s getting late.”

Both of you walked back to the car in silence, this time it was a comfortable one.

When you got in the car, Hyunjin didn’t immediately start the engine.

“Uhh you don’t have to reply to my confession but I would like it if we could be friends again.”, he said, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Who said I want to be friends?”

“Oh,, okay.” He said looking down at his hands.

“I love you too, Hyune.”

He looked up at that, his widened eyes searching yours to see if you were telling the truth or not. And then he did the unexpected : he kissed you.

His kiss expressed everything his words couldn’t, his love, his promises, his forever.

{The end}

a/n: tysm if you've reached this far! it's my first time posting such a long fic, i hope you liked it <33 i'm so sorry if there any typos, i didn't have time to proofread, pls lmk if there any mistakes :) also i might write an epilogue for this if enough people are interested

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It Is Your Birthday Not Mine - Hwang Hyunjin

Note: For @taichoushadow since it’s her lovers birthday.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, you riding him, messy(?), body worshipping(?), aftercare.

W/C: 4.1

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“Hyunjin…” You softly say as you sit on his lap, your hand pushing some of his hair out of his face. His hands rest on your hips as he looks up at you. “It’s your birthday, I’m supposed to make you feel good, not the other way around,” He gently rubs his hands up and down your hips, making sure to give them plenty of attention.

“But making you feel good and seeing you in such bliss makes me feel good,” He says. “Besides, aren’t you going to let me have dessert on my birthday?” A pout begins forming on his lips, and you could see his eyes silently begging for you to allow him to do what he wants.

“All right, okay…” You reluctantly agree. “It is your birthday, So it’s only fair you can choose what to do,” The pout on his lips instantly disappears and he lifts his head.

“You won’t regret it,” He whispers before his lips were against yours, and he was kissing you hotly. His hands begin to push down your pants along with your panties, pushing them down as far as he could while you were on his lap. His hands then move upwards, making sure to keep them in contact with your skin as he does, your shirt gets pushed upwards, and you reach down to grip onto the hem to pull it off, the kiss breaking, and you were both gasping for air.

“I don’t regret anything with you,” You say practically breathlessly. You reach up and push your hair back, giving him the opportunity to loosen your bra and have his hands caress your back, his fingers moving over every mark that was on your skin, feeling everything. He licks his lips before slowly sliding his hands over your shoulder blades and hooking each bra strap with his fingers before pulling them down your arms. You lower your hands from your hair, and he completely removes your bra, tossing it aside.

“Slowly loving every part of you…” He softly says, his gaze lifting from your breasts. “Every perfect part of you,” He sits upright, pushing his upper body against yours and his lips touch the top of your shoulder and slowly kiss until he reaches your upper arm. “We should move to the bedroom, I need all the space I can get for what I want to do to you,” Your hands reach between your bodies, and you grip his shirt before slowly standing from his lap, lifting the fabric as you do. He lifts his arms, and you remove it, dropping it right next to your shirt.

“Now we can go,” You say. He smirks and quickly stands from the couch, his hands grip your shoulders, and he turns you around to steer you in the direction of the bedroom. Once you reach it, he stops you in front of the bed, and you feel his breath touch the back of your neck before his lips graze over your back.

“Just need to give love to your back as well,” He mutters before slowly kissing along your spine, stopping once he reaches your middle back. You could feel tingles going up your spine and goosebumps forming on your skin. This man, the man you were so madly in love with, makes sure that each and every time you become intimate, to give love to every part of you, and that… that alone made you fall even more for him. His hands slowly slide down from your shoulders, over your sides, leaving a trail of warmth behind on your skin before his hands reach your bottoms, and he pushed them down along with your panties. You reach behind you, managing to get your hands in his hair.

“Hyun…” You whisper. Your eyes close as you feel his lips moving up your back, over your shoulder blades before his lips were on the side of your neck, and his breathing hot and heavy against your skin, making you clench as you feel it.

“Lay down for me,” He says and slowly pulls his hands away from you, taking a small step back from you. You open your eyes and look at the bed before climbing onto it and turning onto your back. You look up at him, taking in the sight of him staring down at you, his eyes slowly going over your body, taking in every single part of you.

“Just going to stare?” You ask, which seems to snap him out of his trance. He leans forward and places his hands on your ankles before slowly sliding them up your legs, climbing onto the bed and settling himself between your legs as he does. You could feel sweat already starting to form on your skin as your body was heating up, and your breathing was slowly picking up. His lower body touches yours, and you could feel your insides twists at the touch.

“No, I’m going to kiss, caress, and love you,” He says before his lips were against your chest and kissing down your sternum. You watch him as he kisses along your ribcage, to your side before you feel his tongue slowly slide against your skin, over the curve of your breast before his lips wrapped around your nipple.

“Gosh, Hyun,” You mutter, bringing one hand to the back of his head and grasping onto his hair. The tip of his tongue was slowly teasing the bud, and you could feel a sensation growing between your legs, his hands were pressed into the mattress to keep his weight off you. Your skin felt extremely hot the longer he spent time on your nipple. “Hyun…” You bend your legs, pushing your heels into the mattress. “Shit…” His lips gently tug at your nipple before releasing it and moving his head to your other nipple and slowly running his tongue over the bud. “Fucking… Hyun,” Another shiver runs through you as you feel his warm tongue and then cold air against your nipple, causing it to harden within seconds.

His tongue slowly leaves a trail down the curve of your breast, and you feel him shift his body lower, his tongue slowly approaching your belly button before his lips pressed down against your skin. Your fingers curl tighter in his hair momentarily before you loosen your hold, your eyes continue to follow his every movement, but you could feel bliss taking over your mind and your thoughts. He looks up at you as he kisses his way towards your hipbone, his hand moves up to gently caress your hip and uses his thumb to softly rub over your skin as he kisses the spot over and over until he decided it was enough.

You could feel heat between your folds, wetness and an aching throb for him to touch you there. The feeling only grows when you feel his lips begin to move over your high and slowly to the inside of it, you could feel his hair almost touching your pussy lips before you felt his lips move down along the inside of your thigh. His lips travel all the way down to your knee before he turns his head to focus on your other leg, kissing upwards along your inner thigh.

“Hyun…” You breathe, or gasped out, your hand grabs onto the pillow, and you drag it down towards you. His lips continue to leave a trail of kisses behind on your skin all the way from your inner thigh back to your knee, his hand grips the back of your thigh as his arm wraps around it.

“Fuck… responding so much,” He mutters against your skin and flattens his tongue on your skin before licking a trail down your thigh. He glances up at you, seeing your chest rising and falling from how deep you were breathing, before slowly kissing down towards the crease between your legs and where your pussy meets, his nose brushes against your lips before you feel his tongue follow, licking over your folds before taking on of your lips between his and gently sucks on it.

“Fucking…” You sigh. He tugs on it gently and at the same time you feel your clit move from the tug, making you let out a strained moan, he tugs again, and you feel your clit being tugged also. “Ohh, uh,” You feel his hot breath on your skin as your pussy lip is being sucked on, and his fingers are gently kneading into the back of your thigh. “Shit, I…” Your eyes shut as you feel your insides twisting and turning from the pleasurable feeling. His nose was rubbing right against the crease of your leg, and you could feel his breathing right there, which was making your mind spin. “Hyun, fu- fuck,” He releases that lip and moments later you feel him tilt his head and suck the other one between his lips. “Shit, oh, my…” You could feel your walls clenching at all the feelings you were getting from between your legs.

You gasp as you feel his fingers slip between your folds and pull them apart, your cheeks burning red as you hear the sound of your wetness squelching, fuck, it sounded so sinful, and you wondered just how wet you were for him already, from what he was doing to you. His fingers push against your folds and keep them spread, he releases your lip from his lips and your body jerks as you feel his tongue touch near your entrance.

“Hyun, oh my fuck,” You moan out. Your fingers grip the pillow harder and your fingers tighten in his hair. “Fucking…” His tongue slowly slides upwards, and slowly over your clit. “Oh, oh, fu-fuck, I, Hyu-Hyun,” His tongue licks over your clit in such a slow manner, you could feel the tension building inside you. “I, uh, fuck, uhm,” His fingers slide along the inside of your pussy lips, down towards your entrance. “Hyyuunn,” His lips wrap around your clit, and you feel him gently sucking on the sensitive nub while his fingers were circling your entrance, playing with your juices. You push your head into the mattress, gasping as you feel your high building and building. “Hyunjin, fuck, oh my fucking…” Specs of dust begin forming behind your lids, and you knew, you just knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Hyunjin, fuck, oh my fuck, feels so good,” You manage to mutter out between your moans. You feel him slip two digits into you, stretching your walls with them. “Fuck,” You mutter as you realise just how wet you were. His fingers move around inside you, as if he was searching for something, and you quickly realise what he was searching for when his fingers press down against that sweet spot inside. “HYUNJIN, OH FUCK!” A hot pleasure shoots through you and up your spine, your mind completely dazed at the feeling of his fingers touching your sweet spot and his mouth gently sucking on your clit. “FUCK!”

“Hmm,” He hums around your clit, knowing he had found the spot. The vibrations cause you to turn your head from side to side. His fingers massage into that spot over and over, you felt a layer of sweat forming on your skin and your muscles tensing.

“Fucking… Gawd…” You gasp. You pull at his hair and your hips lift from the bed. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh my fucking, don’t stop!” The specs of dust quickly turn into stars, and you feel your body become lighter within moments. “Hyunjin!” Everything snaps inside you, the tension and the pleasure, your walls pulse around his fingers as he continues to massage your sweet spot, helping you through your high while his lips were still around your clit. “HYUN!” Your toes curl into the sheets and your hips lift even more, pushing his face against your pussy even more. “FUCK!” Your entire body shakes from pleasure, and tears spill from the corners of your eyes from how good it felt and from how pleasurable it felt. “Fuck, so go-good,” Your thighs clamp down against the side of his head, trying to get through the last few moments of your high. “Hyun, so good, so good, oh,”

He could feel your body slowly calming down from the high and slowly releases your clit, earning a soft moan from you, he slowly slips his fingers from your entrance and your body relaxes down on the bed, you were left to catch your breath as his fingers slowly trace along the inside of your thigh, leaving a smear of your cum behind on your skin. You open your eyes and blink several times to adjust to the light, you could feel your skin cooling down and how wet it was with your sweat.

“Seeing you in such pleasure really feels so good,” He says from between your legs. You take in a deep breath and lift your head to look at him, a lazy smirk was on his lips, and you could see the glint of lust dancing in them. “It makes me feel good to know I can do that to you,” You release his hair and the pillow before propping yourself up onto your elbows. He rests his chin on your mound, staring up at you. “And seeing how you’re glowing right now after that pleasure,” He unwraps his arm from around your leg and reaches up to cup your cheek, making you lean into his touch immediately. He moves up and stops once his face was inches away from yours. “It’s always so rewarding,” You reach up with one hand before pulling him down on you, within seconds you had switched your positions, and you were sitting on top of his waist and he was staring up at you. “Fuck, what a sight,” You push yourself down against him, managing to rub your wetness on his stomach, earning a low groan from him.

“Well, you’re still needy,” You state and move a little lower, finding the tent in his sweatpants. “I feel like you need help with that,” You could feel your confidence growing as you stared down at his boner.

“I always need your help,” He says. You place your hands on his hips, rubbing your thumbs over his skin before pushing your hands down on them and climbing off his lap, you curl your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and pull them down, his cock springs free and hits his lower stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum behind. He lifts his legs, and you quickly get rid of his sweatpants and underwear before climbing back onto his lap, your pussy hovering just over his hard cock. “Fucking hell,” You look down and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, your thumb quickly finding the prominent vein underneath his cock, and slowly rubbing over it.

His hands immediately hit the bed right next to your legs, you could see them balling into a fist and veins appearing on them, making you lick your lips and clench at the sight of them.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” You ask. Your hand twist around the base of his cock, earning a groan from him, you knew he wasn’t, but you wanted to tease him just a little. You watch as the veins grow more prominent, and you could feel your mouth watering. “Never mind,” You whisper before pressing the head of his cock between your fold.

“Oh, my fuck!” He gasps as he feels the warmth of your wetness. “You feel so good already,” You slowly move him between your folds, coating him with your juices before finally moving the tip to your entrance. “Please, please… fuck, put it in,” The desperate sound in his tone was only making you needier to feel him inside you. “Please… put it in, I need to be inside you,” You slide him away from your entrance, earning a small whine from him. The sounds were turning you on so much, to have him whimper and beg for you.

“Fuck,” You whisper. You slowly guide him back to your entrance and slowly push the tip inside you before moving your hand away from his cock and placing it on his hip. “Oh, oh, fuck oh,” Your head tilts back as you slowly sink down on him, letting him fill and stretch your walls ever so slowly, fuck, did it feel so fucking good. “Oh, my, oh, my,” His hands slide onto your thighs, and his fingers press into your skin.

“So good, hmm, fuck,” He groans. The feeling of your warm wet walls enveloping him was sending his mind into a spin. “Fuck, oh, shit, so good,” The way his cock rubbed along your walls as it was sliding into you was an unexplainable feeling, but it sent such a euphoric feeling through you. You pause once he was fully inside you, taking a moment to adjust to him and stretch he was causing. “So warm…” You place your other hand on the centre of his stomach and slowly lift your head to look at him, your hair had fallen over your eyes and over your shoulders, you could see that they had dampened.

“Fucking…” You whisper before leaning over and laying down on top of him. A low moan leaves you as his cock shifts inside you and rests against your sweet spot. “Hyunjin, fuck…” You slowly lift your hips, feeling his cock slide out of you halfway, before you lower your hips down onto him again. His hands slowly slide over your thighs and over your hips before coming to a rest on your mid-back, one hand continues to slide upwards before he pushes your hair out of your face and keeps a hold on it. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He whispers back. Your hips slowly moved over his cock, you were making slow love with him, taking in every moment and second of it, and at the moment, you could just feel all your emotions running high, your feelings overflowing and your love for him growing with each slow movement. “You’re my everything,” His hand combs through your hair again, pushing it back again as some had gotten loose from his hold.

“My universe,” You mumble before tilting your head down and pressing your lips against his, kissing him deeply and passionately. You could feel tears forming in your eyes from the love you could feel from him, from feeling cared for and loved by him. His hand on your back slowly slides down towards your ass cheek and rests there.

The room felt hot, the air was thick and the sounds coming from between your legs were sinful yet willed with passion, and the moans and groans that fell from your lips, and he were like a melody mixing together. You were truly one at that moment, and it felt like you were glowing as you slowly rock your hips over him. You pull back from the kiss, your lips still brushing against each other.

“Mine, you’re mine,” You whisper before sitting upright on him, his hand falls from your hair, and he looks up at you. You place your hands on his chest before rolling your hips over him, his cock slipping in and out of you.

“And you’re mine,” He groans, feeling a heartbeat starting to form in his cock. His hand that was in your hair immediately moves to your thigh and slides to the inside of it. Your movements get faster as you feel his hand creeping closer to your pussy, your juices splattering everywhere on your thighs and his. “I’m gonna…” You look down and watch his stomach muscles twitching, while his thigh muscles were tensing, you could see more veins appearing as he was getting closer. You throw your head back as you move faster, wanting to get him there. You could feel your hands becoming slippy on his chest and knew he was coated with sweat.

“Hyunjiiin,” You moan. His fingers touch your pussy, and they quickly make contact with your clit and begin rubbing circles over the throbbing nub. “Oh, uh, ohhh,” You could feel tension building inside you, your muscles were slowly tensing as you were getting closer. “Hyunjin.”

“Y/n,” He whines. fuck, did that only motivate you more, having him whine your name, fuck, what an addictive sound. “Fuck, Yyyy/nnn,” His breathing was picking up quickly, and you could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly underneath your hands. You roll your hips quicker, and then you feel his hips lift, pushing himself deeper into you. “I love you, fuck, I love you so much,” Your head drops, and you look at him through your hair, his muscles were twitching, and then you felt it. His load was spilling into you and leaking from around him just as quickly as he was releasing his load in you.

“Hyun… Hyunjin,” You moan. His fingers pressed into your clit, almost coming to a stop as he was going through his high. “Fucking, yes, yes!” Your hips falter as you feel a tingling sensation going up your spine before a warm feeling goes through your legs, causing your toes to curl. “YES!” Your movements were becoming faster and faster as you were chasing your high, and then… then it hits. Your arms collapse and you fall against him, managing to keep your hips moving to get yourself through your own high and him through his.

“Fuck… so good,” He mutters. His hand slides out between your bodies, and he grips your hip to help guide you through your high. “Oh, uhm,” He opens his eyes to watch you through his daze, he was head-over-heels in love with you. Your hips slow down as you descend from your high, your movements slowly come to a halt, and you lift your head from his chest, opening your eyes to look at him. Both of you dazed and breathing hard, you hold his gaze as the afterglow begins to settle in. “How are you feeling?” His voice was soft as he spoke. His hand slides up from your ass and settles on your lower back, “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, I’m okay, I’m feeling great,” You softly say, still in a daze but slowly coming back down to earth. “And you, are you okay, feeling okay?” He lazily nods his head.

“Hmm, I’m great, feeling great,” He mumbles. He rolls onto his side, pulling you with him and keeping himself inside you, you let out a soft whimper as his soft cock shifts inside you. “Just a few moments,” His arms were wrapped around you, and you quickly wrapped yours around him also, and gently rub between his shoulders. A comfortable silence settles between you both as you keep eye contact, this moment was everything to you, well, all moments with him were everything and mean everything. “Would you prefer a shower or a quick cleaning right now?”

“A quick cleaning,” You mumble. “I can already feel my eyes closing,” He softly chuckles and leans in closer to softly kiss your forehead before he untangles himself from you, you take in a deep breath as you feel him slowly slipping out from you, your mixed releases spilling from you and coating your inner thighs.

“I’ll be right back,” He says. He quickly makes his way to the bathroom, you hear the water running and moments later he returns with a cloth in his hands, you turn on your back, and he moves one knee onto the bed and leans over you. You softly hum and the lukewarm cloth touches your skin and moves over your thighs to clean up the mess that had been left behind. He carefully moves the cloth over your pussy, carefully cleaning you, “Still okay?” You nod your head.

“Hmm,” You hum before sitting up. You take the cloth from him and fold it over before reaching for him to gently clean his thighs and his cock. “And you?” He nods his head, watching you with adoration. Once you finish cleaning him, he takes the cloth from you and makes his way back to the bathroom to rinse it.

“And now…” He says as he exits the bathroom. “Time for cuddles,” He quickly makes his way to the bed and lays down next to you, you wrap your arms around him and tangle your legs with his. “Hmm… always so good,” His warmth and scent envelop you, and you could feel yourself growing more and more tired before your eyes shut, and you fell asleep, he softly smiles as he felt your breathing change before also making himself comfortable and falling asleep being held by you.

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ballerinainskzville · 11 months

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Pierced - Hyunjin one shot

Summary: Hyunjin got his tongue pierced (again)

“Open up your mouth and show me” You wrapped your arms around Hyunjin’s waist. His arms circled around yours in return as he let out an amused chuckle.

“And I thought I was the one with the dirty mouth, huh” he teased, his hands sliding further down to cup your ass. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I need to see it, Jinnie!”

His eyebrow raised up in a cocky expression, he stood still. Watching you.

“Beg for it”, he then said, his hands still circling the back pockets of your trousers, pressing you closer to him.

“You’re making me beg for it?” you repeated his words as you looked up at his face. One of your hands playing with his hair. Making him melt under your touch, his eyes fluttering in response.

“Hmmm”, he mused, trying to stand his ground with you, which he had no chance in. You had Hyunjin wrapped around your finger since the day he confessed his love for you. “How about I show you my newest set when you show me your piercing?” you suggested instead, knowing that he would instantly give in to the idea. His eyes momentarily lit up before they slightly darkened, arousal evident in his gaze. He watched you over before pushing you up, and your legs circled around his waist in support. With another hum, he opened up his mouth, the silver piercing evident in his tongue.

Hyunjin had been playing around with the idea of getting his tongue pierced again, which you had supported ever since he voiced out the desire to get the piercing back. He had taken it out before debut, but photos and videos from his time as a trainee were proof of how hot he had looked with the accessory.

His tongue flicked, and you leaned in to capture his lips in desire. You could feel Hyunjin’s plump lips lift on a grin before he kissed you back as he pressed you against the wall. “It’s really hot”, you mumbled into the kiss before letting out a breathless moan. “Let me show you how much hotter it can make you feel” he gently bit into your lower lip, asking for permission to enter.

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godsmenusuperbowl · 6 months

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Dance Partner ~ *Hwang Hyunjin*

Summary: Hyunjin is determined to teach you how to dance. You think you're learning the dances to their songs. However, he has another type of dance in mind.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1783

Warning: N/A

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To Hyunjin, dance was everything. It’s how he expressed himself and it was so liberating. It was the pinnacle of art, one that he could use to convey every emotion and thought within him. Dance was his favorite thing and he loved showing off the way he could move to you any chance he could.

So he was beyond delighted when you asked him to teach you. It was no secret you had two left feet, but Hyunjin didn’t see that as a problem. He didn’t think you needed to be perfect to be a dancer. Some of his greatest routines were actually built upon by mistakes. Really, he was just so happy to introduce you to a world that meant so much to him, besides you of course.

“Nothing too advanced, alright?”

“Ah, now you’re really tying my hands here.” He teased, sticking his tongue out at you.

You playfully shoved him. “I’m serious! You’re much better at this than I am! I don’t want to be tripping up and looking dumb.”

“Yes, but if you trip, you can fall on top of me.” He winked.

“Hyunjin!”

He laughed. “Alright, alright! I’ll try and keep the teasing to a minimum. But I promise I’ll have you dancing like a pro before no time!”

You sighed. “Well, maybe not a pro. But an even better rhythm than what I’m like now would be preferable.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

“Are you going to teach me to dance or are you trying to seduce me.”

Hyunjin laughed again. “That’s the thing though, dance can be as sensual as two partners want to make it. That’s why most dance partners look to develop a connection so that when they dance together, it looks believable without being too stiff. And lucky for you, I like my dance partners too hot to handle.”

You groaned. “I should have asked Minho to teach me instead.”

“What! Not fair!” He began to pout, pulling you into his arms. “I’m the only one who should teach you to dance. Besides, Minho is too intense sometimes. I don’t want him to scare you away from dance. I want you to embrace it, like how I’m embracing you now.”

Before you could say anything about his cheesy words, he began to sway. While you stumbled a little, eventually you started to see what he was doing. Before long, you had an easy swaying motion going. Hyunjin adjusted his arms so that he held you easier and it felt more natural than just a swaying back hug.

“See? This is dancing. Moving like this is just as much dance as the choreographies we do on stage.”

“But there’s no music.”

“You don’t always need music.” He explained. “Although, I do think you should always have a partner.”

Rolling your eyes, you mumbled, “Of course you think that.”

After swaying with each other for a few minutes longer, right when you thought you were getting the hang of it, he buried his face into your neck.

“Are you ready to try something a little harder?” He whispered into your neck.

“You think I’m ready?”

“Absolutely!”

And with that, he let go of you and grabbed his phone. “What do you want to try? Swing? The foxtrot? The rumba or cha cha? Maybe the waltz?”

“I thought you’d be teaching me some of your KPop choreography.”

He shook his head. “That’s some pretty advanced stuff. Besides, ballroom dancing can be just as fun and exciting as choreography. And once you get the hang of ballroom dance, those same steps and lessons can translate into other dancing.”

“Alright, I trust you.” You thought about the dances he mentioned before answering, “I think the waltz sounds easy enough.”

He nodded. “And it’s a pretty romantic dance. It’ll be fun!”

After picking a classic waltz, Hyunjin stood before you and held out his hand. “Alright, so the waltz is basically like drawing a triangle on the floor with your partner. And everything is counted in threes. I’ll lead and count so you get a feel of what it’s like, okay?”

Nodding, you let him lead you in the steps. His counting was precise and loud enough for you to hear over the music. While you stumbled a little in the beginning, eventually you managed to memorize which foot went where during which count. You were grateful Hyunjin didn’t make you feel dumb for tripping and stepping on his feet occasionally. If anything, he told you it was alright and explained a tip or trick to help you get your feet to go where they needed to.

As you danced, your eyes remained glued to the floor. You wanted to make sure you knew where you were going and that you were doing it correctly. You were sure you looked a little silly, but as long as you didn’t step on his toes more than necessary, you didn’t mind looking a little silly.

You felt one of his fingers lift your chin up gently, making your eyes meet. “You got the hang of it, I promise. But now you need to trust me to lead you. That’s another big facet about dance. You have to have trust in your partner. So, do you trust me?”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded. He smiled and held you a little closer, pressing your waist and hand. You continued to go over the same steps and, while you were scared about making a mistake, you didn’t trip up once. It didn’t take long for your anxiety to be replaced with relief and joy, knowing that you were finally getting the steps down to perfection. You wondered if this is what Hyunjin felt like when he finally got the choreography down in their dances.

His grip on your hand tightened a little more. “Okay, now let’s make things a little more fancy and fun.”

“Hyunjin, wait-”

Before you could tell him you weren’t ready, he started to turn you slowly. So as you were doing the same basic steps, or at least you were trying to, you both were spinning. You found yourself starting to stumble again and your eyes darted to the floor, in an effort to make sure your feet stayed underneath you. But Hyunjin’s hand on your waist moved to your cheek.

“Don’t look down. Just trust me. I promise I’ll make sure you don’t stumble or fall. Just trust me.”

Though you were scared, you decided to trust him. Keeping your eyes on him, you surrendered control and let him lead you through the waltz. Though you were scared, you felt your steps become more assured, like when you were still just running through the basics. As you gained more confidence in your footing, you could see Hyunjin’s eyes light up.

“See? You got this. You’re a natural at the waltz.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. “Only because I have a great teacher.”

“Well, I try, but a lot of this is all on you.” He rested his forehead against yours. “You’re a great dancer with a lot of natural talent. I think you were just scared. I’m glad I could help you with your confidence.”

“Yes, thank you, Hyunjin.”

“Of course. Now, are you ready for a spin?”

Again, before you could protest and say you weren’t ready, he spun you away from his arms and then spun you right back in. You gasped as he securely caught you. He smiled at your wide eyes and dropped jaw.

“See? Wasn’t that fun?”

“I-I guess.” You stuttered. “I was a little scared you were going to let me fall.”

He shook his head. “No. I will never let you fall. Never ever. Besides, you did that spin all on your own. I just guided you so you didn’t come back all crooked. You trust me and I trust you. That’s what makes us such great dance partners.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, we are pretty good at this.”

“Well, of course I am.” He winked at you with a teasing smile. “I’m in DanceRACHA. It’s my job to be good at dancing.”

“You’re so full of yourself!”

“It’s called being confident!”

You laughed, allowing him to continue leading you through the waltz. You must have been dancing for hours, but it felt like mere moments. Time seemed to slow to a standstill when you were in his arms like this. As you danced across the floor, your steps became even more confident and you were doing more complicated moves with him. No longer did your eyes stray to the floor. You kept staring deep into Hyunjin’s eyes, talking and laughing with him as you danced. You both completely trusted each other at this moment.

As what felt like the millionth song came to a close, Hyunjin spun you so effortlessly before dipping you low. You felt your cheeks burn hot and you almost had to look away from his piercing gaze. However, one of his hands brushed your neck, his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek.

“Hyunjin…” You breathed, your heart beating hard in your throat.

With a soft smile, he righted you gently and asked, “So, how was your first dance lesson? Am I a good teacher or what?”

You giggled. “Yeah, you’re pretty good. A little full of yourself, but you know what you’re talking about, that’s for sure.”

“So I make a good dance partner?”

“Yes, I think you do.” You then shyly asked, “What about me? Do I make a good dance partner as well?”

He nodded, pulling you close. “Yes, absolutely.”

“Well, that’s good to know.”

“So, are you willing to dance with me again for lesson number two?”

You pretended to think about his offer, tapping your chin for effect. “Sure, why not?”

He grinned and picked you up to spin your around, making you laugh. “Perfect! I’ll teach you the choreography to Thunderous!”

“Hey! I’m still a beginner! You need to pick something less hard!”

“Thunderous isn’t hard!”

“Yes it is!” You whined. “Besides, I’d rather waltz with you again anyways.”

He stopped and gave you a teasing smile, pulling you flush against him. “I’d rather dance the rumba or cha cha with you. Something more sensual you know?”

Squirming out of his grasp, you shouted over your shoulder, “Oh get your mind out of the gutter!”

Hyunjin laughed as he chased you. “Oh c’mon! It’ll be fun!”

“So you say!”

“Wait!” You paused, even though you knew you shouldn’t. You glanced behind you to see his hand extended for yours. “Be my dance partner again?”

You couldn’t help but smile and take his hand. “Of course.”

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minhosimthings · 6 months

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Icarus's Lament: A Hyunjin oneshot

Synopsis: A siren falls in obsessive love with a human, and it mimics the story of Icarus and Apollo

Pairings: Hyunjin × Fem!Siren!Reader, includes rest of Skz, and an original character

Warnings: fluff to angst, fem!reader, just suggestive towards the end, don't read if you don't want your heart broken, ANGSTY AT THE END, forbiddened love, one sided love, obsessive love

A/N: Kay, finally finished this and I AM OBSESSED. look im a simp for mythology and lore and all that stuff, so yeah writing this was very theurapeutic. im sorry I haven't posted in a long time, but i've kinda been busy with work and stuff so i couldn't find time to write. BUT this baby's out so simp on this while i work on some of my other wips.

PLEASE READ: So this fic is based off of the myth of Icarus and Apollo. you should probably read a bit about it if you want to understand why it has a significance to this fic. And by Icarus and Apollo, i mean the romantisized version of the two forbiddened lovers. Also also also shoutout to my darlings @iutdwae and @1-800-shedevil who are as obsessed with mythology as I am.

Mythology is so pretty isn't it? It's amazing how humans have made stories out of deities whose existence they made up simply because they were too afraid of being authoritarian of themselves. The Gods were made up to fulfill human desire, to tell them that someone is always watching. And the people who defied the existence of a robed man, carrying a cross or some other wooden thing, were burnt to death, no matter if God was watching or not. All so paradoxical isn't it? The Gods were greedy beings, or atleast that was your philosophy. You had Aphrodite, greedy for love, so greedy that the roses were stained with her blood when a lover was shot. Then you had Zeus, greedy for his women, so greedy that he couldn't notice his wife's burning wrath. You had Kore, the flower girl, so greedy for freedom, that she became Persephone for a man who took her from her flowers. Yet you questioned why they weren't reprimanded for their greed. Why were the beings below them scolded for wanting more than they could salvage, while The Gods had statues built of them, overflowing with wine and bread? Why must there always be a punishment for greed, no mater human, selkie or dragon?

"My sister, what are you doing near that mirror again?" Your older sister, Menthe's voice broke you out of your stupor from staring at a jewel encrusted mirror. It was a pretty one indeed, filled with magic and glitter near its seams. "Are you looking at the humans again, darling?" Menthe scoffed and wrapped her arms around your waist, her tail colliding with yours, sending a bolt of electricity through to your scales. "Menthe let me go." You fidgeted in her tight grasp, but you knew you couldn't win. Menthe wasn't the Queen's best soldier for nothing after all. "Stop looking at the humans and maybe I'll let you go." Menthe chuckled, seeing you give up and sink into her hold, feeling the seaweed coat the scales in her arms, protecting them. "Sister when will we be going up by the way? You said we could go together today." Menthe finally let go of you and swam away from you as fast as she could. "Menthe! Don't you run from me!" You chased after her, silently summoning the water to take you faster. Of course the ocean obliged. It always was sympathetic to you. To a siren who got turned when she was pushed into the water, by a man who was jealous of her love. By a ruthless human who hated her for something she had no control over. But still, it confused your sister and the entire mermaid population as to how you didn't remember anything about the incident or that you used to be human. You had woken up on a bed in the castle of the Mermaid Queen, surrounded by a bunch of beautiful tailed creatures. Amnesia, was how they explained. Menthe had taken you in, calling you her own sister and spoiling you rotten, because apparently you were too adorable. Your love for humanity remained though. Every day you would get your magical mirror out, a girl from the Princess of Mermaids, and stare at the humans passing on the beach above. They were fascinating, with how they could jump and run so easily. Even though you could turn into a human and walk on land, you could never jump or run like they did, lest you accidentally rip your beautiful tail, embroidered with glittering scales and the prettiest gradient of colours. You rarely took trips to the land, and whenever you did, you were always sent heavily guarded. The fact of why exactly you were special was still unknown to you, as no one ever had the courage to tell you that you used to human. Humans who were turned into mermaids or sirens, to be more specific, were always special, having the power to control the sea with the mere notes of their voices. But the only problem was that they never knew that, courtesy to siren rule being that the special ones couldn't be told that they were special. Weird rule, you always thought, not knowing that you were one of the special ones.

"Menthe come out from there I can see you hiding." You called out to your sister, who was trying to hide behind her wardrobe. She groaned and came out from behind, flipping her hair behind her, and dusting her tail. "Y/n why do you want to go today?" She whined, pouting. "I cannot take you, you know that?" "I'll go with Chan then." You said, firmly, trying to end the conversation. You hadn't been up on the beach in a long time, four months to be exact and you were greedy. You were greedy to go up there. And greed never exactly suited you because when you wanted something, oh Lord, give everyone around you strength and patience.

"Fine you can go with Chan." Menthe finally gave in. "But, if you even try to run away, I will seriously kill you." You giggled at her sentence, knowing that she couldn't even lay a finger on you if she tried to.

"Chan! It's so good to see you again." You swam up to a stout Siren with broad shoulders and the most adorable dimpled smile. "Y/Nnnie!" He swam over to you and engulfed you in his arms, giving you a sense of warmth from the surrounding cold water. "Going up today? You ready?" You balled your fists up and nodded frantically. To say you were excited would be an understatement. You were basically a hyperactive squirrel today.

"Be safe alright?" Menthe hugged you once last time and gave you a conch shell. "You know what the shell does right?" She quizzed you. You rolled your eyes at her, knowing that you've gone through this routine every single time you wanted to go up to get high by the beach. "It calls you incase I run away and you have to get me because I am a careless incompetent brat." You grumbled. "Well atleast the careless brat part is correct." Menthe chuckled before pulling you in for another hug and finally letting go of you.

"Why can't the sunlight reach down to the water Chan? I love this warm feeling so much." You and Chan stepped out from behind some moss covered rocks completely dry, despite having being submerged in water just a few seconds ago. The secret entrance to what the humans called 'Mermaid land', was known to only a few of the Sirens. It was a bunch of rocks and a humorous piece of driftwood which invoked curiously in the humans, although they never went near it. It was funny, you thought, how humans were scared of just driftwood. It was funny how humans feared everything and that they made up myths to explain their fears. Menthe had very patiently explained to you how humans weren't very smart but you didn't believe her much. If they weren't smart, how would they have invented so many things which made their lives easier, like fire?

"Do you want to go to the market first Y/N?" Chan asked you as you set foot on the warm sand on the beach. You loved the feeling of sand. It was like having a thousand needles prickle the bottom of your feet, except that the needles massaged your feet instead of pricking them, to make them bleed your precious blood. "Sure." You said to Chan. "We can go to the market first and then we can come relax on the beach before going back down. Is that alright Chan?" Chan nodded and smiled again, showing those adorable dimples to you. The people of the town knew Chan, since he came up more often than any of the other sirens. The people knew him not as Chan, but as Christopher, the mysterious stranger who could come down to town often to give remedies for human illnesses, since, to be frank, the creatures of the deep had much more knowledge about medicine than humans did. They didn't question him or ask anything since the dark plague when he basically saved every single child in the town, and the townspeople pledged their loyalty to him. Chan was peculiar to them, not saying a word to anyone but the children who would laugh and go after him, calling out 'Uncle Chan!'.

"The marketplace has gotten more prettier since I last saw it." You let out a breath of amazement at seeing all the trinkets and food being sold in the market. It was a wide lane, flanked with stalls, selling seafood, vegetables, mirrors, cloth, jewelry and tiny trinkets. "You saw it about four months ago Y/Nnie." Chan chuckled softly, as you tried to keep up with his pace. He was more used to walking on two legs than you were, and as you walked slowly behind him, he kept a protective arm around your waist, ready to catch you incase you fall. "Ooh Chan what are those?" You excitedly pointed towards a brass thingamabob. It was like a pillar, with many open top, where something was carved into it. It also had a tiny painting of a rose on it. "That's called a candelabra Y/N." Chan responded calmly. "Humans use it to light fire, in order to bring light." "Can-de-lab-ra." You pronounced the foreign word slowly, making Chan chuckle again at your cuteness. "Can I have one pleease?" You pouted to Chan, who you knew couldn't refuse anything when you asked for it. Two minutes later, you strolled deeper into the marketplace, holding the candelabra and a flower in your hand. Chan had a medical job he had to do in town, so he suggested you come with him and wait outside while he finished the job. "Menthe would kill me if I left you alone, but it wouldn't hurt to tell her." He shot you a mischievous smile. You didn't mind being left alone. You knew enough about humans to interact with them, without Chan's knowledge so you were excited.

"That's the house!" Chan called after a few minutes of walking. He pointed to a brick mansion, which looked like a palace. It was beautiful, with ivy coating its walls and lavender growing in the garden. You could smell the roses and herbs too, and you could hear the meowing of a cat. The mansion was far away from the main town, so you assumed it belonged to some rich family. That's how human society worked, as Menthe had told you. The richest lived far away from the common folk, merry making and drinking wine while the poorer ones starved under a candle. The humans who invented this system of society were cruel and unfair, you thought. Every siren in your universe was always treated fairly, no matter where they came from. And that's how you thought everything worked until you found out about humans, not knowing that you were a human yourself.

"Y/N-" Chan stopped you before you two knocked on the iron gate, guarding the house. "When we go inside, you need to bow when I bow okay? These are some important people according to human society so we need to respect them. And put on your hood to protect your identity. To them, you're my little sister alright?" You listened intently to all of his words, wanting to impress the first humans you would probably see up close. "And also, don't talk too much. I know you love talking, but these people don't really prefer it, okay?" Chan stroked your hair gently before kissing the top of your forehead.

"Ahh Mr Christopher wasn't it?" Most of the humans you'd see everyday seemed kind and lively and approachable but this man standing in front of you definetly wasn't. He had a bulging stomach, smooth, flattened greying hair and a magnificent, protruding moustache which made him look very much like a fat, angry walrus. "Your grace." Chan bowed to the man, surprising you. No one was addressed by 'your grace' except for the princess! It took you a second or two to realise that this was human land. Their rules were entirely different from yours, maybe even worse, you thought as you curtseyed to the walrus man. "And who is this beautiful young lady?" The man looked you up and down, eyes full of hunger. Chan stood slightly in front of you, shielding you. "She is my sister, your grace." His firm voice rang through the humongous hall. "Now I believe your niece and wife are the affected people in the household whom I was summoned to treat?" The walrus man looked slightly furious at Chan's words, but he didn't let his anger flow and instead said, "Yes. Yes they are. I shall guide to upstairs where they are resting. Meanwhile, your sister-" he shot you a look again. "-can explore our house perhaps? I shall send a servant with her." Chan looked at your pleading eyes, and gently smiled. He kissed the top of your forehead and whispered, 'be safe, don't do anything out of line.' and went off with the walrus man.

Was this what freedom felt like?, you thought as you strolled around the huge courtyard of the house, with a servant following you. She didn't talk much, instead preferring to cough every now and then, to remind you that she was there. Sand felt really good on your feet, but grass felt better. You had taken off your shoes, much to the disdain of the servant, and felt the dew-filled grass tickle your feet gently. Butterflies were flying here and there and they reminded you of the starfish that would accompany you whenever you and Menthe would go explore sunken ships and other ruins.

You were about to take a whiff of the lavender bushes you had so excitedly run up to when- "Oh where did you come from?" There was a strange creature tugging at your dress tightly. It had black and white fur and the tiniest paws you had ever seen. A dog. This was a creature called dog. Chan had told you about them on your second trip to the surface and you had always wanted to meet one up close. You bent down to pet the dog, seeing as it was tugging on your dress so tightly, when suddenly it ran away at the speed of a lightning bolt.

"Hey!" You shouted, quickly picking up your dress and running after it. "Come back here!" You ran after the dog, who seemed to be running to a more kempt part of the garden where weeds weren't growing and the grass was trimmed, and as you tightly clutched your skirt so as to not trip over it, you couldn't hear the servant behind you screaming at you to not go there. You could spot a figure in the distance holding something in his hand, and the dog was running up to the slender figure.

"Hey!" You called after the dog. "Wait for me! I'm not used to running!" "You wicked wrench stop right there!', a rough voice called after you and as you finally stopped running and looked back, a stout man jumped onto you and pinned you to the ground. You shouted out in pain, in response to your head roughly hitting the ground. You could feel the man's horrible breath against your ear as he said, "got you now you wrench!"

"What is going on here? Martin get off of the young lady." You heard a silky voice say, on whose command, the man on top of you, got off quickly and stood up straight. The man with the smooth voice extended a had towards you and helped you get up. He was handsome, with black hair framing his face perfectly and the most attractive eyes you had ever seen. His lips were smooth, and cherry red, like an octopus' and his figure was carved by the Gods themselves. He had a strong yet soft grip to his hand, which threatened the shredded appearance of his skin.

"Are you alright Miss?" He asked you, mesmerising you with his voice. Being a siren meant that you had the power to understand the most random. Whether it was the chirping of a bird or the clacks of the claws is a crab, it all meant something to you. It was basically music, or whatever the humans called it. But there was something about this man's voice, that you couldn't decipher. It was silky yet cracked, smooth yet with a tint of roughness to it. It was.... beautiful.

"Uh Miss?" The man said again, waving a hand infront of you, which made you realise that you were probably staring at him. "Oh I'm so sorry! Yes I'm quite fine, thank you." You said, keeping your tone calm. "Ahem Sir." The man named Martin gave a cough. "She was trying to enter the private garden sir. Surely you must punish her." The way he said all of that with a widening smile on his face disgusted you, but the man next to you spoke before you could. "Martin hasn't anyone taught you manners? You mus'nt ever touch a lady, leave pouncing on top of her! Would you like to be out of a job Martin?" Martin looked down at his shoes and shyly shook his head muttering the word no. "Apologise to her. Now." Martin bowed to you and apologized before hastily leaving.

"Im sorry about that Miss." The man bowed. "By the way what were you doing chasing Kkami like that?" "Kk-ami?" You slowly pronounced the word, trying hard not to keep staring into the man's beautiful eyes. The man chuckled softly as the dog you had been chasing ran up behind him, intertwining itself between his legs. "His name is Kkami. If he perhaps bit the seams of your dress, please forgive him. I really do not know why he does that, Miss- uh?" "Y/N. My name's Y/N. And Kkami's forgiven." You smiled at him, as he pronounced your name, spelling out syllable and syllable in his smooth honey voice. "My name is Hyunjin." He introduced himself. "Hwang Hyunjin. May I ask what you are doing in my house?" "I-"

"Y/N! We need to go!" You heard Chan's voice shouting your name loudly, and as you turned around in the direction of his voice, you saw him hurrying down to you and Hyunjin along with the walrus man. "Ahh my son." Walrus man sighed out. "I see you've met the sister of the man who had just saved your cousin and mother." Chan slightly blushed as Hyunjin extended a hand towards him, slightly leaning to shake hands with the shorter man.

"Nice to meet you. Well we really must get going. Thank you for your hospitality Mr Hwang." Chan bowed to the walrus man and hastily took your arm, leading you out of the big iron gate as the walrus man and Hyunjin stood there, blinking at the both of you leaving.

"He was sooo handsome Menthe! Like Apollo himself." You were currently brushing Menthe's long black hair and telling her all about your trip above, especially mentioning Hyunjin atleast a hundred times. "You have only talked about his features, my Y/N." Menthe chuckled. "What of his persona?" You thought for a moment and came to the realisation that you didn't know anything about this man. Just that he was the son of the walrus man, a dog owner and he was pretty kind. You shrugged your shoulders to Menthe, who chuckled again. "Ahh my sister." She sighed, with a smile imprinted on her face. "You're so innocent you are."

"By the way-" she added. "Chan's going up again tomorrow to check on that fat human's wife again. Do you wish to go?" She raised an eyebrow at you, as you jolted out of your shared bed. "OH COURSE I WANT TO GO I LOVE YOU MENTHE." You shouted, startling her as both of you giggled under your breath and went off to sleep, with the water floating calmly around you.

"Y/Nnie come on! We're going to be late!" Menthe shouted at you, as you delicately brushed your hair, making sure each strand stood as perfect as carved stone. "I'm coming!" You yelled back, as you took one last look in the mirror and went off to see Chan and go up to the heavens again.

"Whaat are you two up to?" You peeked your head out of the front door to see Chan and Menthe whispering to each other, about God knows what. Once they took a glimpse of you, with your eyes all curious and your head wrapped around the door, they immediately got away from each other's tails and stood awkwardly with their hands behind their back. Chan's ears got redder and Menthe fiddled with her fingers, a common thing they do whenever they were shy or embarrassed, or hiding something.

"Let's go Y/N, we're already late." Chan said, adjusting his satchel and ruffling his hair as he always does. "You know humans don't like tardiness right?"

"Chan why did you take me up again?" Chan stopped in his tracks as both of you walked up the path to the mansion again. He looked at you, with glassy eyes, and sighed, and then led you to an empty lane. "Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully." He sternly said. "The Hwang's eldest son, Hyunjin, the boy you met yesterday has asked for you again if I were to come to treat his mother one more time. He said he would like to talk to you. But I'm telling you-" his voice became deeper. "Do not, in any circumstance, reveal who you truly are. If he asks you where you and I are from, just say we are from a neighbouring village alright? Humans do not like beings like us. So if he finds out about what we hide under the waves, we're done for." He finished his impromptu speech and led his way along to the mansion again, with you meekly following behind him. It was scary to see Chan all serious like that, since he was probably the smiliest siren in all of the Kingdom.

"Mr Hwang." Chan bowed low to the walrus man, who was donning a velvet suit today, making him look like a fat plum. Behind him, stood the beautiful figure of Hyunjin, who eyed you up and down a number of times. "Well Mr Christopher-" Mr Hwang clapped his hands together. "My son wishes to spend some time with your sister for as long as you treat my wife and niece, if you allow. I promise that no harm will come to her." Chan looked at you, with what looked like pitiful eyes and bowed again to Mr Hwang. "I allow it, your grace. But please. I hope your son will be respectful to my sister." Mr Hwang waved his hand carelessly and muttered words of 'yes' and then left with Chan up the staircase, leaving you alone with Hyunjin.

"May we go out into the garden?" Hyunjin asked you, slightly bowing down, his silky black hair falling on his face. "Will Kkami be there?" You blurted out, eyes widened. Hyunjin chuckled and nodded, his eyes calm and collected. He led you out of the front door, letting you be in front while he silently followed behind. The garden felt much more livelier than it did yesterday. However, there was a new addition to the garden. There was large patch of tall, handsome flowers growing over in the spot where you chased Kkami down. They were painted with the hues of dark purple, pink, white and a bit of lilac. "Are you perhaps eyeing the hyacinths, Miss Y/N?" Hyunjin's voice snapped through the air, which made you lose the staring competition you had going on the flowers. "Hy-a-cinths?" You pronounced out, concluding that that was the name of those handsome flowers, which were all huddled together like crabs on the beach on a winter day. "May I touch them?" You tentatively asked him, to which he raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you can. Apparently they're very good poisons, or as my father and the library told me so." "You have a library here?" You had often read about libraries as big rooms with shelves everywhere, stocked with hundreds of books which humans could borrow and return within a time limit. Siren's weren't really that used to borrowing and returning things, so you and Menthe usually had a large collection of books at your own home. Human books had always interested you. How the pages fade with time, how humans like to breathe in their scent claiming it calmed them down, how they used to write stories and make collections of them.

"Miss Y/N?" Hyunjin tapped lightly on your shoulder, distracting you from a butterfly that had landed on one of the hyacinths. "Kkami's here." You looked down to see the same dog, nudging against your foot. Thankfully he wasn't chewing on your skirt and as you bent down to pet him, you noticed how much he looked like Hyunjin. You decided not to voice that thought out loud, sensing that it might be considered rude up here on land.

"He's very pretty." You told Hyunjin, still petting Kkami, who seemed to be enjoying the pets. You had a question burning within you though. Why would this man, who looked like the reincarnation of Apollo himself, ask for you when the only interaction you had with him was mumbled apologies and thank yous?

As if he had read your mind, Hyunjin knelt down next to you, and scratched Kkami's ears. "You must be wondering why I had especially asked for you, Miss Y/N?" God he smelled so good too, like fresh seaweed and the silver coating of Menthe's arrows. The most prominent feature of his, that stood out like a crab in a stingray's nest, was the tiny mole on his nose. It was like a blackhole that you would love to dive into and sleep in. "Well I was wondering about that, Mr Hwang." He smiled softly. "Please, Miss Y/N. Call me Hyunjin." "Then stop calling me Miss Y/N. Just Y/N is fine too." He chuckled at your words and stood up from his kneeling position. "Why don't we take a walk around the garden? I would love to show you the gazebo under which I paint."

The rest of the garden was, in a word or two, simply gorgeous. It was far larger than you had initially taken it to be, and as you took in the sweet scent of nectar, and the lively chirping of the birds, you realised that this house was as big as the Queen's Palace. These people surely weren't royalty. After all royal people have crowns don't they? And Chan hadn't told you anything about their lineage or where their from or if they were someones of importance.

"You look very familiar to me." Hyunjin said, making you slightly jump at his voice cutting through the silence. "As if I've seen you somewhere before." "Is that why you asked for me?" You raised an eyebrow at him, slightly picking up your pace to catch up to him. "If I say yes, would you be mad?" Hyunjin chuckled. "But yes, that is one of the main reasons I wanted to talk to you. Secondly, Kkami told me that he likes you, so he wanted you to come over." You looked down at your feet, to Kkami who was walking happily in between you and Hyunjin. You giggled under your breath. Hyunjin was adorable.

"Well who do I look like then?" You quizzed Hyunjin. His eyes faltered for a split second, as he raised his hand and pointed forward. "Let's talk under that gazebo." His hand was pointing towards a beautiful red structure, supported by four gold-coloured pillars. It had carvings all over it which were, from what you could decipher, love letters. You traced one of them saying 'Mea Vita', before settling down on the green bench next to Hyunjin.

"You look like the exact carbon copy of my late wife, Priscilla." Hyunjin sighed heavily as he said that. "I know it is stupid, rude even to summon you, just because you look like someone I used to love, but I need to know who you actually are, and where you're from." He sighed again before continuing. "She was taken from me, kidnapped, when we were 26 to God knows where. And now, here I am, a 30 year old man, lamenting about someone who I don't know even exists. So I need to know-" he leant closer to you holding your hand in his. You could feel his breath against your skin, as he said in a deep voice, "Are you Priscilla?"

Something in you burst. Something in you wanted to scream 'Yes!'. Something in you said, 'if you say yes, you can stay with him'. Something in you told you to ignore your old life and start a new one. Change is inevitable right?

"I-" "Y/N!" Before you could answer to Hyunjin, you heard Chan's raucous voice again, slicing through the air like a horn. "What are you doing with my sister, Hwang?" Chan spat at Hyunjin, who immediately let go of your hand and stood up. "I was not doing anything, Mr Christopher." He stated simply. Chan took your arm and dragged you out of the gate, before you could even say goodbye to Hyunjin.

"Chan why did you do that? I was talking to him!" You shouted at him, when both of you were well out of earshot of the mansion. "Y/N what was he telling you?" Chan said, taking on that stern voice again. Your mind faltered for a bit, wondering whether or not you should tell him about Priscilla. "He was telling me about the flowers in the garden Chan. Nothing else." You felt your stomach sink at telling Chan a bitter lie, but your mind was currently being controlled by your heart, and you were letting it.

"Y/N are you lying?" Chan looked you up and down, as if he could see right through you, but your mind didn't budge. You went closer to him, put your foot down and said in a tone as if to end the entire conversation, "He talked to me about flowers and nothing else."

"So I heard you upset Chan today." Menthe fiddled with a thread and needle, trying to sew her initials onto a handkerchief. "That's not like you, Y/Nnie." You put your own needle and thread down, and let out an exhaustive sigh. "I didn't upset him Menthe." You picked up the needle again, to continue stitching your crab across the handkerchief. "There was simply a misunderstanding."

Menthe sighed heavily and put down her needle and thread on the bedside table, swimming up to you and putting her tail next to yours. "You can't get close to humans, you know that right?" She put a hand on yours and kissed it gently. "I know you love humans Y/N. But under no circumstances, are you to get close to any of them, understand?" You gulped and nodded gently, kissing Menthe's forehead. It was a wild day today, and it was only about to get wilder. If only Menthe knew what was about to happen that night, she would have bound you to your bed right then and there.

Midnight. That was when Menthe usually fell dead asleep. It was a routine for her and everyone in the Siren Kingdom to fall fast asleep at midnight. You didn't know whether this was a spell or just pure habit, but it was weird how all of them fell collectively asleep together. But you weren't going to be on your bed tonight. Tonight, you were planning to do something. Something dangerous. Something that you wouldn't ever do. Something which was prompted by your newly acquired wings.

The moment you heard Menthe's snores rumbling through the sound of the serene water, you kicked off your blanket and silently got the bag of possessions you had packed and silently crept out of your house. There was certain feeling hanging in the air, something which you just couldn't describe. It wasn't guilt nor excitement which you felt. It was a serene feeling, like the ocean wrapping around you, like feeling a fire for the first time and it felt good, as you crept out of the water, leaving your place behind, possibly for forever.

The sand never felt warmer, even as it was bathing in the moonlight. The blowing wind never felt better, even when it was cold and chilly. The night never felt so alive, even though you had just abandoned the only home you had ever known.

You walked up along the dark and empty street, all alone, to Hyunjin's house. It was scary to be all alone, but I guess it was your determination which got you through the night to reach the iron gates of Hyunjin's house.

"Hello?" You called out, screaming at the top of your lungs. You couldn't see a thing in the darkness, but you could hear footsteps coming from afar. "Who's there?" A harsh voice called out. "Please!" You screamed with all your might. "I am an accomplice of Hyunjin's. My name is Priscilla!" For a moment, it seemed like the footsteps had stopped. You then heard more harsher footsteps and rough voices sounding through the air. And before you knew it, the gate was slowly opening and no more than six men ran up to you, one of whom you recognised. "You! It's you!' Martin said, pointing his finger to you. "Please-" you begged. "I need to see Hyunjin."

"How dare you speak the young master's name like that? You wench!" One of the guards grabbed your arm roughly. You roughed around, trying to break out of his hold when- "What is all this?" A familiar voice rang in your ear. Hyunjin. He came out of the darkness, holding a lamp, in a red robe. "Y/N? Is that you?" He asked you slowly as he held up the lamp. "Hyunjin." You said, silently.

"Let go of her, you bastard." Hyunjin growled at the man near your arm, who let go of you instantly. "Y/N, what happened? Wh-why are you here this late?" Hyunjin wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Hyunjin, it's me." You breathed out. "It's Priscilla."

"How do we know you really are Priscilla?" You stood before the walrus man and a thin old woman, who you assumed was Hyunjin's mother. She looked like him, the same eyes and the same lips, but she had an air of someone who liked everything to be perfect. "You may test me or ask me anything." You responded, keeping your head high. "Rest assure, I will answer."

The walrus man scoffed and put down his smoking pipe and leant forward. "What is Hyunjin's best talent, which got him into trouble when he was fifteen?" You smiled widely, and put your hand to your chest. "Forgive me my lord, but please. Do ask something more harder. He got into trouble with the mayor because he had painted a picture of his daughter, nude. Well of course the best painted in town needs the best muse doesn't he?" "And do you know, Priscilla? Whose daughter you are?" Hyunjin's mother asked. "Well, you all know I do not go by my family name anymore. I prefer to be the called, the Girl in blue." Hearing your words, the walrus man and the thin woman gasped. The Girl in Blue. That was the name of the painting which Hyunjin had painted of the mayor's daughter. Or more precisely the painting which he had made on Priscilla. Or should I say, you?

"Y- only Priscilla knows who the girl in that painting is." The thin woman said, in a barely heard whisper. "You- oh my! Priscilla!" She got up and hugged you tightly as Hyunjin smiled widely behind you. "Priscilla my darling." She kept whispering into your ear. Her hug was comforting.... Genuine. And it felt good. It felt so good. That a family like this had fallen for a little girl's lie.

"She did WHAT?" Chan screamed at Menthe and the other guards. They were at a meeting, when Menthe thought it would be good it tell them about the current sticky situation. "I don't know how she did it. Or why she did It. But I can see that she is at that boy's house." Menthe sighed. "Hwang's."

"You know how much trouble it would be if she's there." One of the guards, Changbin said. "She doesn't know of her past and it could be her strong point." "What of her past?" A stern voice came into the room. Minho, the chief advisor to the Queen and one of your friends had strolled in, with his strong black tail, decorated with golden scales.

"What of her past, Chan?" He questioned again, glaring at everyone in the room. "I only know that she used to be human, but someone-" he glared at Menthe. "Turned her into a siren. So I ask you one last time-" he leaned forward, putting both his hands on the table. "What of her past?"

"If I may, Minho." Jisung, one of the younger sirens, and Minho's best friend spoke up. "Y/N didn't use to be just a human. She was the daughter of the mayor of the town under whose waters we live in. She had a twin sister, Priscilla, who loved this boy called Hwang Hyunjin. They got married soon after Y/N turned 26. But unfortunately both the sisters got kidnapped one day. You know how these humans are." He let out a short laugh. " So greedy for money, that they would resort to violent methods. Once the ransom was paid however, the man who kidnapped them, didn't let them go. He had fallen for Y/N's beauty." Chan clenched his jaw at that, catching Menthe's attention. "When she rejected him, however, he grew angry and threatened to throw Priscilla and YN off of the ship. And it seems that Priscilla had offered to take her sister's place. But you know Y/N's persona. Headstrong and stubborn. She must have done something to anger the captain, which ultimately led to where we are right now."

Minho sighed heavily as Jisung finished with his speech. The room turned quiet, with a tense atmosphere. "Does she have the normal powers or anything else?" Minho turned to Chan, who looked down at his tail. "She is an extraordinary siren Minho. But she doesn't know about most of her powers, which us normal sirens do not possess. For example-" chan crossed his arms, showing off his veins like lighting bolts. "Mind reading." The room collectively gasped as Menthe held her hand to her chest. "Is-is that how she tricked them? The Hwangs?" She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. Chan simply nodded as Minho's eyebrows furrowed. "We cannot get her back. We simply cannot. If we try to, the entire human population will be after our kingdom. On behalf of the Queen, I cannot risk that." He swam over to Chan, and put his hand on his arm. "I'm sorry Chan." And he left the room, leaving the rest of the Sirens shocked and wounded.

The day was perfect. The day was pleasant. It was filled with flying birds and bells and bouquets. A sprightly day for a wedding.

You had spent a lot of time with Hyunjin after the day you had proved to his parents that you were 'Priscilla'. It was a pleasure to will away the seeds of dead time with Hyunjin, sitting in the garden, painting. He taught you how to paint, joking about how you apparently used to love colours but could never manipulate them as well as he did. You learnt how to paint his favourite flowers, hyacinths and you gifted him many handkerchiefs, embroidered with hyacinths. You learnt how to play something called a piano. You had seen something similar in the shipwreck you and Menthe had gone to last month but never actually expected it to make noise. It was mesmerising to watch Hyunjin play the piano, how his fingers delicately moved across the buttons, creating melodies only your dreams could ever produce.

The people of the town loved you. They never questioned about where you were from or how 'Priscilla' got back to her lover. You never really knew why, but as the Gods watched from above, upon a scene of you singing to the town's children, not knowing about the power of your voice, they shook their heads in disapproval. You learn how to be more human now, slowly taking in their habits and learning how to hunt, run, jump, climb up trees and nurture flowers.

You learnt the history of humans, about wars, battles, bones and bloodshed. That was the part about humans that you hated the most. That they never learnt to co-operate and live in harmony, like sirens did. One thing that did surprise you though was that you never had a day when you missed the ocean or your life there. You knew you couldn't go onto the beach, because if you did, the beautiful scales on your magnificent tail, would start to glimmer again. And a girl's got to keep a lie, doesn't she?

"Priscilla darling!" Mrs Hwang's voice rang through the dressing room. "Oh my! You look so beautiful." Indeed you did look beautiful in the gorgeous blue gown that Hyunjin had given you, reminiscing about the time when you first got married. Your hair was done up into a gentle ponytail, which made you wince every now and then, from the pain of it sticking to your scalp. "Thank you mother." You smiled at Mrs Hwang. "Might I ask, what you are doing here?" Mrs Hwang let out a tiny laugh, and clutched her hand in yours. When she let go of it, you saw that she had placed something on your palm. An ornamental comb. It was beautiful, green glimmers here and there with a giant blue jewel adorning the top. Tortoise shell, you assumed, as you traced the outline of the comb. It looked oddly familiar. "I thought you'd like it dear." Mrs Hwang said, as she fixed in into your hair. "It was you sister's was it not?" You gulped and nodded, not being able to understand anything. "Poor Y/N." Mrs Hwang breathed out. "She was so sweet." She said, before leaving the room, leaving you confunded and slightly scared.

The wedding was beautiful and as you walked down the aisle, accompanied with three girls, who called themselves your friends, you couldn't help but feel something weird. Something like everything was going to come crashing down any second. Something, like disaster.

"My muse?" Hyunjin cooed to you, as both of you sat on his ivory bed. You sat on Hyunjin's lap, still in your wedding dress, as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was almost midnight, since the walrus man insisted that they pour another shot of barrel wine until midnight. And now as you sat peacefully on Hyunjin's legs, feeling his hot breath hit your neck, there was an overwhelming sense of worry filling you.

"Priscilla? Darling are you listening?" Hyunjin said, cutting you out of staring at the bluejay outside the window. "Y-yes, my love." You stuttered. "What is it?" Instead of answering you, Hyunjin pulled you to him and kissed your lips harshly, biting them. "Hyunjin wha-" "Allow me to do this, my muse?" You nodded slowly, not knowing what the man in front of you, the man you gave up everything for, was about to do to you.

"God you're so pretty, my darling." He chuckled lowly as he moved his hands to your legs, sliding them up your thigh. You moaned out in pleasure, though you didn't know what he was doing. "Hyunjin~" you moaned as he took off your undergarments, and made his way down between your thighs.

"Oh I have been wanting to do this for so long." Hyunjin laughed, taking off his belt and putting you properly on the bed. He kissed you neck softly, all the while keeping his hand between your legs, massaging your privates. "Hyunjin- oh my!" You breathed out as he started moving his fingers faster.

"Priscilla?" Hyunjin slowly got out of the bed. "Priscilla what is this?" He gasped, his face turning into one of horror. "Hyunjin? What happened? Darling are you alright?" You asked him, while he kept staring at your legs. "You-you're not Priscilla." He whispered. You looked at his face, tears forming in his eyes and then looked down at your legs.

Of course. The Gods would never permit a siren and a human together would they? In the joy of the moment, of turning into a human, of getting a man whom you admired, you had forgotten one essential thing. You couldn't stay human, for more than a month. And you had been on land for two months atleast. Lies must always be revealed and yours seems to have come quicker. The scales. The scales of your tail had started reappearing from your thighs. And lucky you, Hyunjin had just saw it, as he bent down to your legs.

"Hyunjin! I can explain! No wait!" You cried as he picked up a dagger from the wall, as screamed for his guards. "Who are you, you wrench?" Pure fury ran through eyes. "What have you done to my Priscilla?" "No- Hyunjin I haven't done anything to her! I don't-" you cried. You could feel everything crashing and burning. You could feel Mother Earth wrapping her arms around you, telling you it was time to go. At that moment, all you could think about, was the ocean, the sea, the fish you would see everyday, Menthe combing your hair, Chan sending you a dimpled smile everytime he saw you. "Guards" Hyunjin commanded. "I want her by the hanging pole by sunset." He spat at you, before leaving the room. "Find out everything you can."

Love is a peculiar thing. We cannot ever exactly define it. It could be obsessive, friendly, or a dying hunger for each other's body. There were nine forms of love too, weren't there? Menthe always told you that you shouldn't ever go after the last form of love. Mania. That it was dark and cold and benefited no one. You would often heard the story of the boy who loved the sun so much that he flew towards it, on melted wings, and scorched feathers. No matter how much he fell, he still flew. And he didn't know that the Sun knew him too.

And the Sun always watched. Apollo watched from his golden chariot. He watched with his eagle eyes, along with Artemis, how Chan destroyed the town that night. How Menthe helped him, to set fire to every house, starting with the biggest one, where hyacinths grew aplenty. How Chan shed heavy tears over a girl who didn't know about him. Apollo watched, and he sighed, remembering the boy who flew towards him, begging for his love. Begging so much, not realising that the Sun couldn't reach him, and when he did, Icarus was all in Persephone's realm, buried deep underneath the sea, hearing the Siren's call one last time.

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euphroseia · 1 year

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Forever and always

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k words

Genre: idol!au, fluff with a bit of angst

Warnings: Mention(s) of god, being agnostic, LDR, some kissing scenes but not explicit just wholesome, honestly. I think that’s all. Let me know if I missed some!

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It all started by subscribing to the bubble for JYPnation; and honestly, you were very reluctant at first. Is this even worth my money? Will I really be communicating with my bias here? Oh my god, this ain’t some kind of scam right? You asked yourself these questions before actually paying. And here comes the exciting part: choosing the artist to receive. This wasn’t a hard decision to make, after all, you installed the app for him—for Hyunjin.

After receiving the first message of greeting, the one where he thanks you for being bubble’s friend, you were already ecstatic at this moment. Oh, god, Hwang Hyunjin, I cannot wait for you to actually message me. And so, the magic begins.

“Hello, Y/N”

“Y/N, Good morning”

“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N!!!”

“Look, I painted your profile although I know that’s not you.”

At first, you were sure he is just like this because he was supposed to do this, and most importantly, he might be doing this to everyone, and you shouldn’t be paying too much attention and affection to all his actions towards you; however, messages like these started with everyday texts, and the days turned to weeks, and weeks soon arrived to almost a month, which means you’re approaching the end for this subscription. When you subscribed to bubble, you planned on changing a member every month that passed by, not until Hyunjin messaged you something you could never decline.

“Y/N~, I know you’re reaching a month from being with me, please don’t choose another member :(( I’ll be good please don’t leave me.” First of all, how did he know I’m planning on switching to another member? Second, why did he have to be this cute? And MOST of all, why is he doing and saying this to me??? This were the things you asked yourself after what he had said

You don’t know how things went to this miracle but the only thing you can do is thank god for allowing you to subscribe to bubble, you’re an agnostic by the way, because if you didn’t, then maybe you won’t be laying in this fluffy bed with a long haired blonde beautiful man beside you.

Now, this might sound like a dream come true, it is, of course; but dating an idol has its fair share of pros and cons. Greatest of all pros is that you don’t need to collect all his photo cards anymore because he sends you his selfies everyday. Also, the fact that he updates you of his schedule every time? A heavenly feeling of assurance. You can honestly state a list of pros covering a whole yellow pad paper back-to-back, but you’re not going to dwell with that too much. For cons, first and most exhausting of all for you, your relationship has to be hidden. Not that it’s a secret for both your family and his, and stray kids, but having to be extra careful around everyone is the hardest. You want to tell the world that you’re dating the one and only Hwang Hyunjin and that he loves you and you love him more than anything else; but that’s just how you can imagine things for now. Next, you are in a long distance relationship. He’s in South Korea and you’re in New Jersey, USA. Oh, what a nice 12-hour time difference.

Having to be beside him right now is a rare moment, first time even, for the both of you. He can’t go to you since it will be a dead giveaway to everyone that he is indeed seeing someone in New Jersey. So, since your anniversary is nearing, a few months back, you started saving money so that you can be with him, which leads you to this situation—hugged by the most beautiful person on earth you could ever lay your eyes on. He looks even wonderful now that he’s sound asleep, you feel peaceful with his presence. You wish for this moment to last forever, you’d give up everything just to have him stay by your side; but you know this isn’t something you can really hope for.

Being an idol has its pros and cons. Doing a job they truly love and enjoy, but having eyes around them any time of the day, anywhere they go. Making their fans happy makes them happy as well, but also being robbed off of their freedom. People expect them to be perfect while also prying on their private lives.

Dating ban wasn’t on his contract, at first you thought there would be no problem because of that, but why would JYP allow his artist to date someone like you? An average person who isn’t even a top student in the least. How can he allow Hyunjin to date someone who isn’t the prettiest and popular in some ways? This is why your relationship is hidden, because if people find out about this, their boss would not even protect him about your relationship, and you don’t want to be a burden to him and the group.

You hate that you’re thinking like this despite all the constant reassurances Hyunjin has given you. He’s the sweetest person you know and you’ll ever have. You didn’t notice the tears welling up in your eyes not until a drop had rolled down the side of your eyes, to the bridge of your nose and to the pillow you were lying on. You also wouldn’t notice that Hyunjin was already awake if he didn’t suddenly sit up and hold your right cheek with his palm.

“Why are you crying, darling?” You softened with the pet name. You have always adored him calling you that.

“Nothing, love, just thinking about how lucky I am with you,” you said and smiled softly at him.

He’s lying down again and pulling you closer into him. Your head is now pressed against his chest, you can even hear the beating of his heart. In moments like this, you’re in the most fragile state; you want to be protected more than you want to protect him.

Although muffled, you heard clearly what he said after a short comforting silence. “I’m the lucky one here. I got to date my crush and now we’re celebrating our one year together.”

“I love you, Hyunjin.” At this point, you don’t even understand why you were crying.

He pulled away and cupped your face. “I love you too, Y/N. Don’t cry, my love, please.” He cooed and kissed your forehead. Down to the tip of your nose. Then your philtrum, and finally, your lips. It was a comforting one. The most wholesome kiss he ever gave you. You’ve always felt amazing in his arms and his kisses, but this one made you feel very safe with his touches, you’d never want to break the kiss.

As he pulled away from the kiss, he reached for the drawer of his bedside table. It took him a little while before he got what he was looking for. He sat down and pulled you with him, making you two now sitting up on the bed. He held your hand and pulled it up so that it was on eye level for the both of you. On his right hand, there you saw what he was rummaging for in the drawer, it was a ring—a promise ring to be exact.

“Happy anniversary, my darling. I’m sorry that we’ve reached a total year together having our relationship in this situation. I may not be able to tell the whole world how much I love you, but I hope you know that I genuinely do,” now, you’re both a crying mess.

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel insecure and small for keeping our relationship a secret, but please know that my heart holds you dearly and that I am really proud of you. My gift for you is this ring, this will hold all my promises for you that soon we’ll get to be a normal couple just like everyone. Soon, I’ll be able to hold your hand in public and we won’t have to be scared of getting caught. Until then, please let me hold onto you for as long as you’d allow me.” You wiped his tears, while yours are pouring heavily all the way to your neck.

“May I put this on you?” He asked. He didn’t really have to ask but you nodded. Smiling as he slid the ring on your left hand’s ring finger. It fits heavenly, like it was specially made for you.

“Happy anniversary, my lovely Y/N. I love you forever and always.” He kissed you again, the same loving kiss a while ago, and then proceeded to pull you into his arms, snuggling his head on the crook of your neck.

“I love you, Hyunjin. Always in all ways.” You said as you allowed yourself to melt into his arms.

Who would have thought that, what was a reluctant decision at first, will bring you to this—to him.

This might not be the perfect love story you expected, but you’re grateful you get to spend and write every chapter of it with him, and you don’t plan on asking for more than to be with him for the rest of it.

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wulfgaang · 3 months

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Beautiful (PG13)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!bodied muse rating: pg-13 genre: romance; pining; angst during the time skip wc: 1.7k warnings: minimally edited, artistic nudity mentioned, sensual touching, soft boy hyunjin being so in love he's absolutely floored at he got that lucky, ANGST BELOW THE TIME SKIP. Feel free to end the story before if you want something a little fluffier :3 a/n: well hey it's been a second! Here's my second fic, this time with the lovely Hyunjin! It's a little short one but that's ok with me :) for the third time, please be aware there's some angst in the time skip so if you aren't ready for it... feel free to end it before then ^^; I just couldn't help myself; i love pain :')

Inspiration. "You're beautiful... I know but... You were everything..."

Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction that does not intend to portray the true feelings, actions, nature and emotions of the Stray Kids members. Please not redistribute this piece of fiction in any form. Copyright @ wulfgaang / callsign-marlie (tumblr; 2024)

Hyunjin was enraptured.

It was a different feeling than of the others he had before when he saw you like this. His brain was fuzzy and covered in cotton candy while his gaze slipped over every pore, stretch mark and mole on your skin. How soft it all looked, draped in the shimmering gossamer fabric that barely covered the shading of the peaks and valleys of your hips! You were a feast indeed.

Hyunjin saw you as effervescent; a star in the nighttime, glimmering and glowing, a constant flicker of ephemeral gorgeousness under his single bay window. The afternoon light had dimmed to dusk and left more shadows than he had originally started with. You were the perfect model as per usual, holding your expression at the same point for hours with just a giggled “I’m fine, my love, go back to work” whenever he came to give you sips of water or drop grapes into your mouth. He wished the juice that dribbled down your chin onto your chest stayed long enough for him to paint it.

A Cleopatrean idol, you are; a person worth every luxury, every greatness he could ever give. The way his heart soared for you at every glance, jumped at every touch, melted with the sound of your voice! Oh, he would have moved mountains if you asked him to just to ensure a frown never creased your lips. He would make sure that sweat never fell from your brow if he could help it, if you weren’t ever so stubborn to allow him the pleasure to serve your beck and call.

You were a salve on burns left behind by a world that didn’t care about him. That didn’t care about anyone other than itself. You gave him a soft place to land when life was too true to believe. You gave him comfort when pins and needles pricked under his eyes. You deserved to be memorialized over and over again as the subject of all grace, humility and rapture for everyone to witness. Mine. Aren’t you jealous? They’re mine, all mine, and all you can do is praise them as I do. Give your everything to them; you’ll see it too.

He was focused now, his eyebrows pinching slightly together with his stern gaze peaking over the top of the canvas. He memorized the trace of the curve of your hip and translated it to his paint. His brush moved the acrylic languidly, flicking at the ends to taper the lines to nothingness of shadow. He had been the epitome of a professional for each and every session, guiding your movements with a soft voice and gentle fingertips to make minor adjustments. The angle needed to be just where he wanted it; just where he wanted you.

He would ghost his paint covered fingers over the top of your skin, feeling the electrical shock of his touch bring the hairs of your arms to attention. Butterfly light touches of his lips to the spot under your jaw unlocked the hummingbird caged in his heart, the ghost of your breath like a memory from ages past; sweet and delicate. You smiled at him with sparkling eyes in the amber of sunset. Sunset.

“You must be exhausted, my muse,” Hyunjin murmured, kneeling against the side of your seat to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. You smiled and preened, the arch of your back high against the velveteen chaise lounge. “You’ve done so well for me today.”

You attempted to playfully press your face closer to his, but Hyunjin was fast to move backwards from you as a coy smile graced his lips. You pouted with furrowed brows. “I can’t even receive payment for all of my hard work, monsieur l’artiste?”

His eyes twinkled mischievously before he let his mouth crash to yours, the softness of flesh pulled a light moan from the bottom of his chest. Kissing you was sinful; the way he perfectly meshed with you felt like blasphemy. There was no way that whatever gods existed created someone so perfect, so lovely, and happened to place them right in his path to love and cherish forever. The way your hands carded through his hair was biblical. The way you moved against his chest required reconciliation. For what? He didn’t know. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned… He would rather be sent to hell than be one day apart from you a single moment.

As the air was pulled from his lungs, he broke the passionate connection to let his lips dance to the tip of your nose, tapping them to each of your eyelids, and finally, let them linger on the crest of your forehead. “A tip,” he muttered. “For making my most favorite model think she wasn’t even worth payment. Who do you think I am, a con?”

Your giggle was soft, a blush of heat draped across the bridge of your nose. He wished he didn’t call it quits already: it would have gone perfect with the warm color palette he had chosen for this scene. He would have to add it later in post editing. Hyunjin wondered if the more rosy tone was suited for the color palette or should he darken it to match the shadows of the background? But then again, the blue of the sky hit just a point-

“You’re beautiful, Hyunjin.”

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. He blinked owlishly. “Hm?”

“You’re beautiful,” you said again, moving the gauzed sheet from your lap to stand. Your bones and ligaments groaned for a moment as you unfurled from your position on the couch with a sigh. Your peaked nipples stood up against the cold while you languidly reached for the silk robe on the side table. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Hyunjin tsked quietly, his drying palette suddenly more interesting than the flames licking at his cheeks. “That, my love, is where you’ve got the whole picture backwards. You’re the beauty here.”

“I don’t think so,” you harped, slinking around the side of his easel to face him again. You pushed the palette down gently, your fingers stuck in the cold terracotta paste left behind. “You may paint the picture, sweetheart, but the audience are the ones to appreciate and interpret it, aren’t they?”

“I suppose, but-”

Your lips had found him this time as your sullied hands wrapped around his shoulders. Your chest was pressed to his, your hips rocking perfectly against his groin. His palette scattered to the floor while the excess paint Pollocked the draping sheet beneath his canvas. His hands didn’t know where to hold as you let your lips cascade lower and lower, down the throbbing pulse of his neck, to the tips of his collarbone and finally placing a harsh bruise over his heart.

He moaned.

“Let me show you what I see.”

3 years later… (Angst time)

Felix was enraptured.

The way the ring lights of the gallery bounced off of the texture of the oil paint of this particular piece fascinated him in the most peculiar way. He didn’t think that Hyunjin had the ability to make something so soft and fragile in his repertoire! From the details of the gauze over the model’s lap to the soft flick of charcoal at the inner corner of her glimmering eye left him speechless. Every stroke was cared for and thoughtfully placed; so unlike the rough textures of the charcoal his friend was so known for dabbling in. Each shadow had a highlight that balanced it. The composition of the woman’s figure was simply spectacular. He wondered how much time he devoted to this one; it was clearly the centerpiece of the exhibit.

“So?”

Felix jumped a moment at the velvet voice behind him. The man of the hour, Hwang Hyunjin himself, had crept up behind him silent as the graves themselves. His friend was dapper in a black suit and tie while his hair was slicked back, fringe airly framing his face. He looked the part of the artist well enough and if Felix didn’t know better, he would say he looked like he was having fun. The earthy smell of tobacco followed him, however: a telltale sign of the evening’s stress and his friend’s discomfort.

“This one in particular’s stunning,” Felix mused, turning back to the painting. “She would have loved it, seeing it up close like this.”

“I invited her. I texted her, but she never responded,” Hyunjin whispered. He paused, the champagne flute in his hands suddenly more interesting than his closest friend. “I would have thought she would have wanted to see them.”

Felix’s gaze ran around the wall of the gallery. Each painting held a familiar curve, a similar wave of femininity that would pass the common viewer’s eye if they didn’t focus closely enough. He knew that this gallery was for you; that Hyunjin’s work was for you. When you left him two years ago without a trace, the hole in his friend’s chest festered into a sinkhole of obsession. It was as if the more he drew you, the more he painted your moles, your scars, and your curves, that he might be able to summon you back from the depths that you ran to, like Orpheus singing to free Euridice. That you would be in his arms again and all would be right. He could stop worshiping for just a moment and finally celebrate that his heart was whole again.

But Felix knew better. You were in the arms of someone else now.

“The night’s still young, Jinnie, she may come still,” he responded, rapping Hyunjin on the shoulder. “Don’t give up hope just yet.”

“I never will, Felix,” Hyunjin said. He gazed up at the painting with tears on his lashes threatening to fall. “I can’t. I won’t. Not until she knows I’m still here for her. Wherever she is, wherever she goes… I’ll always be thinking about her. She’ll always be a part of me.”

Felix gave a sad smile and hugged his friend tight to his chest. “I’ll let you finish up here for the night then. Get home safe, lover boy. Call me in the morning and I’ll help you pack everything up with Chan.”

Hyunjin nodded dumbly. His eyes never left his painting.

—-

Felix traipsed down the steps of the gallery, his phone pinging as soon as service was restored.

>> How’d it go?

He smiled softly as his thumbs tapped away at the glass screen. > You were everything, my love. Just everything.

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storytowrite · 4 months

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Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 19

Paring: Hyunjin x Y/N

Genre: angst, smut

Warnings: argument, blood, smut 18+

Word Count: 5795

Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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<- Part 18 | Part 20 ->

The next day you got up with a slight headache. After all, you celebrated getting your diplomas until dawn. You celebrated before some of you had to tackle special projects for their college entrance exams.

Fortunately, you had nothing to fear, because your dream studies had no additional requirements apart from good results in high school exams. However, some boys were on tenterhooks because they were pressed for deadlines and had not thought about taking care of at least some of the projects in advance.

One of the less organized people was Jisung, who realized two days before the deadline that he had to submit three projects. He didn't stay long at the party and returned home to do his tasks.

You didn't see him today either when you went for breakfast, but Minho assured you that you had nothing to worry about, as the boy was sitting in his room and trying to get everything done.

You knew Han must be under a lot of stress right now, because you remembered that he wasn't very good at working under pressure. You wanted to help him somehow, but the best help would be not to disturb him. So you decided to take care of yourself and finally take a break from all the pressure.

You stayed in your room all afternoon watching movies and eating unhealthy food, just like you usually did with the boys, but now you didn't want to disturb anyone. But after a while, you start to get bored of it, after all, it wasn't the same as watching movies with friends.

However, you hoped that one of them would soon knock on your door and join you in the séance. The minutes passed and there was no sign of any sound outside your room.

You felt a little sad, but you couldn't expect everyone to be at your beck and call and spend time with you all the time. When you decided to take a nap to get your negative thoughts out of your head, you heard a quiet knock on the door.

You almost jumped out of bed, waiting for the person on the other side to come in and somehow occupy your time. After a while, Changbin entered the room, holding even more different snacks in his hand. You laughed because he had exactly the same idea of how to spend his free time as you.

You sat down on the bed together, you snuggled into his well-sculpted body and he wrapped his arm around you, giving you extra warmth that spread through your entire body. You two argued about what to watch for a while, but eventually Binnie gave up and you were allowed to choose the movie.

The movie came together really quickly and the time spent together was holsome. You were happy to lie on the bed with him, glued to cheap romance novels. You felt relaxed and completely at ease.

Once the movie was over, Changbin closed your laptop and set it aside before going back to holding you. You sat for a moment surrounded by the warmth of your bodies, not caring about anything. You listened to his heartbeat with your eyes closed. His calm and even breathing additionally soothed your nerves, you began to feel tiredness slowly taking over your entire body.

You were almost falling asleep when you felt Chagbin's hand on your side. Suddenly, electricity shot through your body and your pulse quickened. You lifted your head and your eyes met his.

“Changbin…” You whispered softly but very firmly, but the boy had no intention of stopping.

His fingers tickled your skin and you jumped, a loud laugh escaping your lips. You hoped that these sounds could save you, but you quickly realized that they only encouraged Changbin to continue playing with you.

You jumped up from the bed, trying to escape the torture he found hilarious. You were playing cat and mouse, running from one side of the room to the other. You literally did everything to avoid getting tickled again.

You were finally pushed against the wall and you thought it was over for you when you noticed a door out of the corner of your eye and decided it was your only way out. You slipped under Changbin's hand and ran to the living room.

Every now and then you turned around to see how far Changbin was. You knew this apartment well, so you more or less knew where everything was so you could run and not hurt yourself.

Even though you were running away from the tickles, you still had a wide smile on your lips as you gave the boy chasing you. But a moment later, your clumsiness remembered itself and you tripped over your own feet.

Only when you fell did you turn your head forward and see Han, who was sitting on the ground and gluing a huge model that he had to submit to college. You ran into it with full force, and the loud sound of breaking styrofoam echoed throughout the room.

You hissed in pain and grabbed your knee, which hit one of the sharp elements, which left a medium-sized cut on your skin. You were sitting on the model and only when Changbin gave you his hand did you get up on your legs.

Already standing, you looked at Han's project and noticed how much damage you had caused. Kneeling next to the model, Han grabbed several broken elements in his hands. He looked at them, his body turning red with anger.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He screamed, jumping to his feet. His face showed great anger, you could even say fury. You had never seen Han like this before.

“Hannie, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to break your project. It was an accident, I tripped and fell. I'm an idiot. Can I help you fix it somehow?” You apologized in a quiet and uncertain voice, a little afraid of how your friend would react.

“It was better when you lived with your parents. When they hit you a few times, you stopped acting like a spoiled brat!” His voice and attitude were still aggressive towards you.

“Is this how low you think about me?” Every word he said hurt your heart and you sank into sadness. You looked at your friend with regret and guilt. He might actually be mad at you, after all, you broke something he had been working on for hours.

“Han, calm down. It was just an accident, you don't have to throw yourself at her like that. If you're going to take it out on someone, take it out on me.” Changbin tried to calm Han down, wrapping his arm around you, trying to give you some reassurance.

“Shut up! Just shut up!” Han covered his ears, shaking his head, trying to drown out what Bin was saying.

Han's loud screams brought tears to your eyes and were about to roll down your cheeks. And you regretted getting carried away by your emotions.

“Are you going to cry now? Pfft, as always. You can only whine like a baby.” He snaps from his previous state.

His cruel words pushed you to your limit, and with a choked sob you say. “That hurt you son of the bitch.” And turned around, rushing from the house.

Changbin was about to run after you when he was stopped by Han, who became completely furious, throwing his project against the wall. Loud screams and the crash of the model falling apart brought the rest of the boys into the living room.

“What the fuck happened here?” Chan asked with a slight frown on his face. It was obvious that he had been woken up from his sleep, which he had little of anyway.

Han was now sitting against the wall, crouched like a scared puppy, in tears. He covered his ears and pulled his hair at the same time. Minho immediately crouched down next to him to hug him, but he pushed him away. Minho's face showed surprise as Jisung never turned down his help.

“Han fucking can't keep his emotions in check... That's why Y/n ran away... I don't know where she ran, but she's not in a good mental state. Exactly like this idiot here.” Changbin pointed to Han sitting against the wall.

IN only hearing these words, immediately ran out of the apartment, followed closely by Seungmin. The rest stayed with Han, who had a problem and couldn't deal with it. He was a mess and he had to get himself together quickly so that it wouldn't get any worse.

The atmosphere was heavy and the silence didn't make the situation any easier. Chan and Minho sat next to Han, trying to calm him down. Which seemed to work but with very slow results. Felix and Changbin, on the other hand, stared impatiently at the door, waiting for the pair to return, secretly hoping that they would return with you.

When the boys crossed the threshold, everyone except Han jumped to their feet. However, their hopes faded faster than a match. There was no one behind the boys.

“We didn't find her.” These words caught Han's eye and he looked at the boys' lowered heads.

"It's my fault! It is all my fault! Where is Y/n?” He started to panic again, curling into an even smaller ball. His thoughts were muddled and his head was creating only worst-case scenarios.

Seeing this, Minho sat down behind Han and hugged him tightly, gently rocking him from side to side, trying to control the boy's next attack. Everyone gathered knew that it would be a difficult and probably sleepless night for everyone.

You ran out of the house and ran forward, not paying attention to anything around you. You didn't care about anything, now you wanted to be as far away from this place as possible. Tears streamed down your cheeks and the cold air stung your throat as you gasped for breath.

Only when you saw the first group of people did you stop running and stood still, trying to calm your breathing. You felt the unpleasant taste of metal and blood in your mouth, it always happened when you exerted yourself more than usual. You hated this state and cursed yourself for not taking a taxi.

After you had rested for a while, you noticed that passersby were staring at you strangely. Only then did you realize that you must look terrible. All crying, with smudged makeup and barefoot, you stood in the middle of a crowded street. You wanted to call Daisy and ask if you could spend the night at her place, but you realized you didn't take your phone with you.

You were screwed, you didn't know where to go, you had no way to pay for the hotel, and the first storm clouds appeared in the sky. You tried to remember where else you could go, but the only thing that came to your mind was the boys' house and your family home.

You stood there for a moment, wondering where to go, when you felt cold drops of water on your nose. You looked up at the sky and more drops hit your face. And suddenly the sky split and the city was flooded with heavy rain.

Without waiting any longer, you started walking to your family home, hoping that you would slip away unnoticed and Sebastian would make you your favorite hot chocolate. You walked through the deserted streets, every now and then passing pedestrians fleeing the rain.

You were terribly tired and you didn't really know how long you had walked, but it was dark and you were already too far from the boys' house to turn back. The rains continued to pound the street, leaving huge puddles behind.

When you finally saw the familiar surroundings, you didn't know why, but you felt relieved, and when your family home emerged from behind the trees, a stone fell from your heart. You finally arrived somewhere warm and dry.

The light was shining in the windows, but you hoped it was just servants bustling around the house, fulfilling your parents' new whims. You slowly opened the front door and made sure no one was around.

You slipped inside, water dripping from your body onto the beautiful white velvet carpet. As soon as you took a few steps forward, you saw your parents sitting in the living room, their noses buried in papers. As usual, they were discussing something, and even though you hadn't seen them for a long time, they hadn't changed at all.

Without taking your eyes off them, you started creeping up the stairs. However, as bad luck would have it, you didn't notice the beautiful, decorative vase that they must have brought back from their trip. You bumped into it and before you knew it the vase had rolled down the stairs and shattered at the bottom of the stairs with a bang.

Your parents immediately turned towards the loud sound and noticed you huddled on the stairs. Your father immediately stood up and walked towards you at a fast pace.

"Oh, the princess kindly showed up at home. You've already pissed off enough people. Are you bored?" These were the first words out of his mouth.

There was no empathy in his voice, no relief that the child was back, no happiness at seeing his own daughter. No... His words were negative, even spoken with hatred.

Hearing his tone, you gripped the railing tighter. Trying to make yourself feel a little more secure.

"Get down here now, you ungrateful bitch. We gave you everything, and you're hanging out with other people. You're already engaged to San, you can't fuck with other people." Your mother also joined in the argument.

Her words hit you like a bell. You completely forgot that your parents wanted to marry you off to some pervert. Not wanting to hear about it any longer, you walked down the stairs, careful of the broken glass, and stood right in front of your parents.

You looked at them with disgust and vice versa. You were afraid of them, but you wanted to fight for yourself, for your future.

"When you're here, get over yourself, you look like a prostitute who got fucked for a piece of bread." You heard your father's hoarse voice again. “And once you do that, you will go to San and live with him.”

“I think you're fucked up! I already told you that I will never meet this guy again! You lifted yourself up, getting dangerously close to your parents.

Suddenly you felt a tight grip on your wrist. Your eyes darted to your hand. Your father tightened his grip on your wrist.

“Let me go, it hurts!” You screamed, trying to break free from the trap. However, your father was stronger and held you steadily close to him.

“You will marry San and that's it. At least once in your life you will be useful for something. Now go upstairs and don't argue, brat." Your parents' anger was boiling more and more.

You kept struggling desperately, trying to break free, but you couldn't. You started to feel scared, your whole body tensed and tears came to your eyes. You regretted coming home and hoped that someone would save you soon.

"Over my dead body!" You screamed louder than you wanted to.

This must have angered your father, because his grip on your hand was getting tighter and you could feel the tension vibrating around you. When he suddenly tugged on your arm, lifting it high in the air, you felt a sting in your shoulder that immediately spread through your entire body, but there was no time to feel the pain.

Before you knew it, you were pushed up the stairs. The fall was sudden and unexpected, and your head hit a sharp corner, causing sharp pain. Your head was buzzing and you were dazed for a moment, the sounds and images around you blurry.

You could only hear screams above you, but everything seemed to be far away, blurry and incomprehensible. It took a moment for your vision to clear and you saw your father, shouting something towards the man who was now standing in front of you, protecting you with his body. It was Sebastian, who, as usual, showed up at the worst moment to save you.

You felt a warm trickle of blood begin to flow down your forehead. The drops lingered on your eyebrows for a moment, forming bloody blobs, before falling to the floor, staining it red. You touched the painful spot on your head that was throbbing mercilessly. You were bleeding...

Still slightly confused, you looked at your father and his eyes met yours. He wanted to raise a hand against you, but Sebastian stood in his way, protecting you. Your body acted on instinct, you quickly stood up, barely able to stand, and ran out of the house without hesitation. You didn't turn around once, you just ran forward in the rain that was still falling, washing away the tears and blood that were rushing down your cheeks.

This time you ran, you ran continuously until you reached the main street. Only then did you stop running and start looking around the deserted streets. Your thoughts were jumbled together, your head was pounding and you were terrified. You had absolutely no idea where to go, what to do now, you felt like a stray kid.

The multitude of emotions and the adrenaline constantly pumping in your veins did not allow you to feel the pain that the wound on your head should have caused.

There was no one on the street, you were standing alone in the heavy rain, when suddenly the first thunder boomed and the sky lit up with spreading lightning. You were terrified, you had never left the house during a storm before.

Without thinking for a second, your mind automatically turned to Han, who always helped you in times of stress. Your body and mind have decided that this is the only direction that makes sense. You started your route back towards the boys' house. The rain was pouring down harder and the wind was blowing through your wet hair.

It was only when you stood in front of the door that you remembered the arguments with Han, and sadness took over your body again. You didn't want to go there, but you felt safer knowing that you were in a place that reminded you at least a little of your real home.

You sat by the door, curled up in a little ball, trying to get some warmth. You started crying softly, like a child lost in a big, scary world. Your tears mixed with the raindrops and the sadness became more and more overwhelming.

Tired of the amount of emotions, you don't know when, but you slowly fell to the ground and fell asleep. And sleep brought you the blissful peace you needed in these moments full of uncertainty and fear.

Hyunjin, as usual, came back from work late and amidst the raindrops he looked like a prince walking through his kingdom. However, he was suddenly snapped out of his reverie when he saw you lying curled up against the door. He had absolutely no idea what happened because he wasn't there during the entire argument.

“Y/n, Y/n.” He walked over to you worried. His eyes were full of concern, but the moment he saw the blood flowing down your head, he became terrified.

He ran his thumb across your forehead, wanting to wipe away the raindrops mixed with blood.

“Shit Y/n you are burning.” Without waiting any longer, the boy picked you up and carried you home.

He gently placed you on the couch and covered you with a warm, cuddly blanket. Then he walked to the stairs.

“Guys we have a problem!” He shouted loudly enough for everyone to quickly wonder what was going on. Then he sat down on the couch next to you, stroking your hand.

Every time one of the boys came into the living room to see what Hyunjin wanted, they were relieved to see you on the couch. However, their relief quickly turned to worry as they noticed your wound, which Seungmin was currently cleaning.

Everyone was sitting close to you, all except Han, who just watched the whole situation from a distance. His eyes were glazed over and the corners of his mouth turned down.

“Okay, someone please explain to me what the fuck happened to find Y/n in such a state lying in front of our door?!” Hyunjin asked aggressively, his emotions boiling over just thinking about what you had to go through.

“Y/n had an argument with Han and ran out of the house, and we don't know what happened next. We couldn't find her. In short.” Changbin said, kneeling next to you.

Hyunjin's gaze immediately went to Han, and the tension between the two was enormous. Lightning flashed from Hyunjin's eyes, and if they could, they would kill the younger one.

“It doesn't matter what happened, the important thing is that Y/n is already with us and we have to take care of her now. First of all, she needs to take off these soaked clothes and, preferably, take a warm bath.” Chan tried to calm down everyone.

There was a commotion and loud conversation in the living room. Everyone wanted to take a bath with you and take care of you as best they could. Unable to communicate, Hyunjin simply picked you up and went to the bathroom with you, leaving the rest in a bit of shock. As he walked past Han, he gave him one of his trademark side eyes.

During this short way, you woke up and saw the handsome face of Hyunjin, who was looking at you with great tenderness. It took you a moment to realize that you were in the bathroom.

“I’ll give you a hot bath, you need to warm up.” He said, sitting you on the counter and turning on the bathtub.

You didn't say anything, just looked at the boy who rolled up the sleeves of his shirt so as not to get it wet in the water. His slightly wet, long hair fell over his face, adding a touch of mystery to his appearance. You couldn't take your eyes off him, and he seemed more and more beautiful to you with every passing second.

Hyunjin made sure the water was the right temperature and walked over to you. He stood very close to you, between your thighs, placing his hands on them. His eyes were fixed on you, but he still radiated calm and concern.

“The bath is ready, if you want anything, just call, I'll be waiting for you at the door.” He brushed some stray strands of your hair behind your ear and placed a warm kiss on your forehead. Then he headed for the door.

However, you grabbed his hand, stopping him. You felt great peace around him, which you wanted right now. This boy charmed you in an unimaginable way, you couldn't describe it, but you wanted to always be with him.

“Jinnie, do you want to take a bath with me?” You asked without thinking, looking expectantly at the boy's answer.

Hyunjin was extremely surprised by your question, but he smiled slightly and began to slowly unbutton each button of his shirt, without taking his eyes off you. He looked at you seductively, and you felt as if time had slowed down. You examined his body with every button he unbuttoned.

He may not have been very muscular like Changbin, but his athleticism and sculpted dancing fit perfectly complemented his lovely and alluring features. You couldn't take your eyes off him, you felt hypnotized by him.

As soon as his shirt landed on the ground, the boy decided it was your turn to take your clothes off. Without stopping to look deep into your beautiful eyes, he took off your clothes, leaving you in only your underwear.

You pulled him towards you, signaling for him to continue, and quickly said goodbye to your bra, leaving you topless. You saw that he was fighting himself not to look at your round breasts.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you took off your panties and temptingly got into the bathtub. You waited for his next move as the tension between you grew. As soon as you saw Hyunjin in all his glory, it wasn't just the water that made you hot.

Your whole body was filled with a pleasant feeling, and for the first time today you felt tension between your legs. Hyunjin's body was perfect, as if sculpted by Greek Gods. His fair skin and slim but well-defined build perfectly accentuated his otherworldly face, with his red hair being the icing on the cake.

You couldn't help but bite your lip as he sat behind you in the tub and pulled you closer to him in one move. You sat between his legs, leaning against his chest. The warm water touched your skin and his hands wrapped around your waist, giving you an extra sense of security.

His hands roamed your torso, timidly touching your breasts, as if he was afraid of hurting you. His movements made you want to crash into his mouth, be even closer than you were now. You felt so blissful and calm around him.

You slowly turned towards him. The boy looked at you carefully. He looked even better from the close, and the water droplets that formed on his forehead added to his charm. He really charmed you with his personality. You would literally do anything for him that he asked for. Every time you were around him, your legs felt weak and your heart started pounding like crazy.

You couldn't help but look at his full, raspberry lips. You wanted to taste him again. Ever since your lips first connected at that party, you had always missed him.

You moved closer to him and pressed your lips together. The boy immediately kissed you back, placing his hand on your cheek. You adjusted your position to have a better position and easier access to the boy. Immediately, sparks flew between you that could bring water to a boil.

Your kisses became more and more passionate, each of you getting lost in the other's presence. You completely forgot about what happened earlier, now only Hyunjin mattered.

You turned completely towards the boy so that you were sitting astride him. You felt the boy's slightly swollen penis beneath you and you were very happy that you weren't the only one who wanted this so much.

"You're so perfect." His smoky voice rang in your ears.

You tapped him cheekily on the shoulder, blushing slightly.

"Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?" His voice changed, now it was lower and more seductive. "You're like a drug on me, baby."

A pleasant shiver ran through your entire body, making you even hotter. Your lower parts began to throb, demanding to be caressed. A little unconsciously, you started moving on the boy's lap, rubbing against him, wanting to relieve yourself.

Hyunjin smirks, placing his hands on your buttocks, moving you even closer to him. You could clearly feel his already hard cock sliding between your folds, and the first moan of pleasure escaped your lips.

It took you both completely by surprise, but it was a positive surprise. Such a small spark that started your wild fun. You hungrily connected your lips as your hips continued to move. You didn't care at all that the water was almost spilling out.

Hyunjin slipped his tongue into your mouth, mixing your breath until they became one. Even though you were sitting in the water, you felt that you were very wet and it was becoming more and more difficult for you to satisfy yourself just by rubbing.

You put your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, sinking your fingers into his skin. You pressed your hips harder against the boy. His penis was already fully erect and the first veins appeared on it, stimulating you even more.

“Hyunjin-ah, put it inside, please.” You said quietly, as if you were a little embarrassed.

You couldn't see his face, but his body language showed that he really liked the idea. Still holding your buttocks, he lifted you slightly, guiding you towards his erect penis.

Your breathing was heavy and greedy, you literally couldn't wait to feel him inside you. Hyunjin teased you for a moment, rubbing his tip in small circles, pressing lightly against your hole.

However, when grunts of dissatisfaction escaped your lips, he entered you with his entire length in one smooth movement. You didn't even lower your voice as you let out loud moans of pleasure.

His penis filled you completely from the inside, immediately hitting your sweet spot perfectly. You were glad that you were the one who could play with him, changing the pace of your movement.

You started by riding him slowly but very effectively, wanting to get used to his length while also teasing him a little. The amount of emotions he was giving you was unbearable and you had to break away from him. Now you had a perfect view of his face, his tightly closed eyes and bitten lips reassuring you that you were doing a good job.

Despite the short pleasure, you felt that you would soon cum, so you sped up your movements, lifting your hips so that Hyunjin's penis was almost coming out of you, and then pushed it all the way inside again.

Your voices blended into a harmonious melody along with the splash of water that poured out of the bathtub. You felt like your lower abdomen was about to burst from being so full, but luckily, the anticipation and after a few quick movements, a huge wave of pleasure washed over you, making your entire body clench.

The bathroom filled with the loudest moan of pleasure that had ever escaped your lips, and the amount of pleasure that washed over you had you almost sinking your teeth into the boy's fair skin.

Your pussy continued to throb as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Your mind was blank and your body seemed to give up.

"You're so tight Y/n. Hold on for me just a little longer." He nibbled on your earlobe, changing your position so that he could now direct the rest of the game.

The orgasm you were still going through was very intense and you didn't know if you could handle another dose. Hyunjin didn't wait any longer and started moving inside you again, and your mouth didn't close. Your lips were swollen from kissing and biting, but it made you look even more attractive.

Hyunjin increased the force with which he hit your sensitive spots, causing tears to form in your eyes. You felt the overstimulation taking its toll and you didn't think you could last much longer. Especially since the next orgasm is just around the corner.

Slowly, the boy's movements became more sloppy, but they did not lose their strength. Pleading moans of despair, mixed with immense pleasure, flowed from your lips. You closed your legs tightly as another wave of fulfillment washed over your body. Loud noises filled the bathroom again and your head rolled back.

"Jinnie, I can't take it anymore. My body is about to explode." You gasped between waves of shivers that accompanied your fulfillment.

"Just a moment, princess." He said, cupping your bouncing breasts in his hands.

The first tears began to flow down your cheeks. Your body couldn't absorb any more pleasure. Your walls gripped tightly around his throbbing cock. And just when you thought you were going to faint from the amount of sensations, you felt a warm liquid shoot inside you.

Hyunjin's head tilted back and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, making sure you didn't get off of him now. You could clearly feel each spurt of sperm coming out of the boy and his body slowly relaxing.

Only after a while did the boy's hands relax and his gaze turned towards you. As soon as he saw your tears, he looked at you with great concern, afraid that he had hurt you. However, with one warm smile, you assured him that everything was fine.

After a while, you got off him, but your legs felt like jelly and you couldn't stay on them for long. The boy helped you take a bath and, not paying attention to the mess you had made, he wrapped a towel around himself, took you in his arms and left the bathroom.

Everyone was still sitting in the living room, and only when you crossed the threshold, the boys' eyes immediately turned to you. Everyone was teasing you, and you were sure they knew exactly what happened in that bathroom.

Only when Hyunjin approached the living room to go upstairs, whistles and cheers erupted from the boys. Everyone was happy to see you naked, and you could even swear they were turned on by the sight.

Han stood by the stairs, leaning against the wall, and was the only one who didn't say anything. Your eyes met only for a split second, but the boy quickly changed the focus of his attention and focused his gaze on Hyunjin, who walked past the boy without saying anything, giving him the biggest bombastic side eye you've ever seen.

Sparks flew between the two again, but Hyunjin still had a proud smile on his face. Still hearing the taunts of the rest of your friends, you went upstairs to Hyunjin's room.

Jinnie laid you gently, like a princess, on the bed and covered you with the duvet. Then he also positioned himself next to you, hugging you. The atmosphere between the two of you seemed completely different. You now felt a great sense of security and care surrounding you.

You snuggled into the boy's chest and closed your eyes. All your worries melted away because what mattered was the here and now. Every second spent with him was perfect, exactly what you had dreamed of.

“I love you.” He said quietly but confidently, kissing the top of your head.

His words echoed in your head, filling your entire body with warmth.

"I love you." You repeated in your mind and with a smile you went into Morpheus' arms.

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𝐚𝐜𝐞・h.h.

— volleyball superstar and your personal hell hwang hyunjin proposes a trade-off you can't refuse: his matchmaking services for a passing anthropology grade. the plan is foolproof in theory; in practice, it is something else entirely.

words・15.2k

pairing・volleyball player!hyunjin x tutor!reader (gn)

genres・college!au, sports!au, fake enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn. two polar opposites sharing one soul. a seungjin fic if u squint. loosely inspired by the manga/anime haikyuu!!

warnings・mentions of anxiety, fear of failure, heartbreak, loneliness, and self-image. course language and callous banter (as always) ft. suggestive flirting and one kms joke. some of the referenced players and coaches are real; this fic is not.

playlist・collision by stray kids・value by ado・waiting for us by stray kids・eternity by bang chan・dreaming by smallpools・fly high!! by burnout syndromes

a/n・writing this felt like returning to my roots tbh. i love volleyball and i love sports aus and i love, love hwang hyunjin. thank u to my sahar for bringing this fic to life with me, as always; i can no longer write for him without also writing for you. i hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as i adored writing it. happy late birthday, our jinnie, our hyunjin, our forever ace; you are so unbelievably loved ♡

“Not a word out of you,” you say, tossing your backpack onto the floor of the lecture hall with a heavy-handed flick. “I’m serious.”

Hyunjin glances up at you with a frown. “When did people stop saying good morning?”

Your lack of an immediate comeback tells him the situation is dire. He observes you for a moment, his mouth falling open, hanging still, then curving into a slow, serpentine smile.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Please, angel.”

“No! Leave me alone.”

Hyunjin slumps back into his seat, thinking hard. The solution occurs to him with a poke of his tongue into his cheek. “Coffee on me for a week.”

At this, your hands stop rummaging in your bag. You cock your head, your interest piqued. Got you.

When you finally humor him and turn around, you’re flinching like you’re in pain, eyes closed and breath held and all. He giggles and leans in for a closer look. Tendrils of your body spray reach him from here, floral and light like a tropical coastline. He could’ve counted your eyelashes if he wasn’t so flummoxed by the state of your forehead.

“What the hell did you do?”

“Tried to cut my own bangs,” you sigh. “It didn’t go very well and now I look like Rock Lee.”

Hyunjin lets out a forceful laugh. “You’ve seen Naruto?”

You open your eyes. Only then does Hyunjin remember how little distance he left between your faces, when he’s staring straight into them and all the strange, starry speckles they hold.

The air between you curdles like sour milk.

Things are awkward between you often, he’s realized recently. What’s more, he didn’t think he was capable of being awkward with anyone anymore until he met you. It was your ill-fated seat that he chose to sit next to on the first day of ANTH 111, your ill-fated lap onto which he chose to spill his Americano, and the rest was history (or, in this case, anthropology). His tongue ends up in sailor’s knots with every smart-aleck comment and pitiful laugh you’ve given him since. Maybe there’s more to it, maybe there isn’t—Hyunjin doesn’t think about it much. He doesn’t like thinking in general.

You pull away from each other in unison. You clear your throat, glancing elsewhere.

“Of course I’ve seen Naruto,” you quip, and everything is normal again. “Why do you seem surprised?”

“Because you’re so scholarly.”

“I am not scholarly.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You go to a park to play chess with old people on weekends.”

“I need to get my steps in somehow.”

“You didn’t know what Urban Dictionary was until I told you to look up—”

“God, I learned so much about you that day."

“Your favorite social media platform is Quizlet,” he bursts, exasperated. “Quizlet.”

“It is not.” An introspective pause. “Or is it?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Hyunjin throws his feet up on the chair below him, jabs in your direction with a bandaged finger. “There is no way you enjoy watching 2D men beat each other up in your free time. I don’t buy it.”

“Honestly, I thought you’d have more to say about my current appearance than my hobbies.”

He does, though. Matter of fact, he’s been curating a list since this conversation started: Vector from Despicable Me, Dora the Explorer’s hot older sibling, Spock. You face-planted into a lawnmower. You mistook a paper shredder for a hat. It goes on.

But then his head turns. Your eyes meet again. He’s reminded that it’s hard to sustain an inner monologue and look at you at the same time, Vector resemblance and all.

He reaches up, nudges a lock of your hair over a centimeter or so, and gives the patch of forehead a gentle flick.

“Watermelon,” he mumbles with a sickening smile.

You divert your attention to your lecture notes with a disappointed click of your tongue. “You’re getting soft.”

He spends the entire lecture daydreaming about tropical coastlines.

“I only get coffee from that one place on the east side of campus, by the way,” you say as you’re strolling out the building together, “and I get it a very specific way. Can you handle it?”

“Your faith gets me out of bed in the morning,” Hyunjin deadpans. “I’ll handle it, love. Text me your order.”

All of a sudden, you position your hands close to your stomach, the lapels of your jacket casting them in shadow. Your fingers begin to move in a sequence that he’d recognize anywhere.

“Body flicker jutsu,” you whisper, and then you’re scurrying off without another word—but you do glance back at him to gauge his response. Your smile is purely effulgent, your laugh but a faint sigh against the main quad’s busy thrum.

Hyunjin gapes at your retreating figure for so long that phosphenes start prancing around his field of view. Then he heads to the gym. His heart is pounding against his ribs like a battering ram.

“Hwang, I need you in my office.”

Hyunjin stops lacing up his shoes to see Coach Bang standing on the court’s sideline with a grim air about him. He glances at his captain, confused.

“Don’t look at me,” Minho says mid-stretch. “Godspeed.”

“Thanks, cap.” Useless.

Head volleyball coach Christopher Bang’s workspace reminds Hyunjin of a morgue. It’s all fluorescent lights and spotless white walls, the only decorative fixture a picture of his siblings, parents, and dog in front of the Sydney Opera House, framed and facing him atop his desk. Hyunjin once snuck the thing into the bathroom, an innocent plot to satiate his curiosity, and promptly discovered the man’s propensity for violence. He’s packing beneath those dry-cleaned polos, by the way.

Hyunjin closes the door and takes a seat. Bang taps a knuckle against the tempered glass of his monitor. “You can read, right?”

“Yes, coach,” he sighs. Everyone’s expectations for him are subterranean.

From: Park Jinyoung «[email protected]» To: Bang “Christopher” Chan «[email protected]» Subject: Not good See email from Hwang’s antopology professor below . He submitted the complete script of the Trolls movie instead of his mid term paper and now he’s failing the class . Not good . Sort out ASAP JP Sent from my iPad

Bang snatches up his mouse and scrolls, his ears turning scarlet. “Wrong email.”

“Yep.”

From: Kim Kyeyoung «[email protected]» To: Park Jinyoung «[email protected]» Subject: Regarding Hwang Hyunjin To Director of Athletics Park, I am writing to inform you that, as of yesterday, Mr. Hwang Hyunjin has a D- (64.9%) in ANTH 111: Cultural Anthropology, due to his submission of the complete script of a kids’ movie instead of his midterm paper. It is disappointing to see Mr. Hwang trivialize and ridicule my class to such a degree. Please see to it that he reorganizes his priorities lest his Student-Athlete Participation Agreement do so for him. Regards, Kim Kyeyoung Professor of Anthropology

“That’s bullshit!”

“We’re in agreement there.” Bang folds his arms over his chest, throws his foot over his knee. “Do you know what your Student-Athlete Participation Agreement says?”

“Does anyone?” Hyunjin scoffs. Bang whips out a form and brings it to eye level, the thing covered from top to bottom in microscopic Times New Roman. “No way you just had that.”

“I had it delivered ten minutes ago,” Bang confesses, then clears his throat and begins to recite. “All student-athletes must complete the academic term with a C or higher in all courses, should they wish to continue their participation in athletics thereafter.”

Hyunjin stiffens. “What the fuck? I’ve never heard—”

“If any Department of Athletics personnel,” Bang continues, raising his voice, “have reason to believe that a student-athlete will not be able to satisfy this requirement, they are encouraged to utilize resources such as academic advising or peer tutoring in guiding said student-athlete back onto the correct path.”

He shoves the piece of paper across his desk. “Read that name aloud for me.”

Hyunjin stares at the signature at the bottom of the page, scrawled so carelessly that most of it deviates away from its designated line. There is a rare hollowness in his chest that he recognizes as anxiety. With it comes a glimpse of a life without volleyball, the question of what little of him would remain.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” he says under his breath.

The office goes silent. Bang tucks the form back into his drawer. It closes with a gentle click.

Then comes the yelling.

“The Trolls movie? Trolls?! Are you fucking with me, Hwang?”

“It was a cultural reset! The pinnacle of modern media! How’s that for anthropology?”

“BAD!” Bang explodes, gesturing to the email emphatically. “VERY, VERY BAD!”

Hyunjin slumps over, dejected.

“You’ve never had trouble with school before.” He leans over his desk imposingly. “What the hell happened this semester? What changed?”

Nothing is the first answer that comes to mind, but Hyunjin’s pulse spikes like a lie detector. Upon the inside of his eyes replays a scene of a certain someone with watermelon bangs doing teleportation jutsu at him from a few yards away, wearing a smile made of some kind of space dust that astronomists haven’t discovered yet.

He grits his teeth, annoyed. This is what happens when he thinks.

“Beats me,” he fibs. “Typical junior year stress, maybe.”

“Does any of it have to do with Piazza?”

Hyunjin shudders.

It just might, actually.

Modesty has no place in the career he’s had: high school national champion turned ace hitter in both the South Korean U21 roster and regular rotation for Seoul National University, the best collegiate volleyball team in the country. His name has lived at the top of ranking lists and the center of gold medals since he turned old enough to qualify for them; the press believes him the instigant of South Korea’s imminent volleyball revolution. It’s a mouthful, he knows.

It was never a question that he would go professional; the question was who he should talk to and where he would go.

At the start of the school year, Bang, acting in place of the agent he was advised to find and never bothered to, gave him a list of people to reach out to. On the very top was none other than Roberto Piazza, the chairman and head coach of Allianz Milano, one of the most eminent club teams in the world—and current home to Hyunjin’s personal idol, outside hitter Ishikawa Yuki.

Hyunjin thought his poor coach had finally succumbed to his old age. The thought of stepping onto the same court as Ishikawa felt sacrilegious, let alone donning the red, white, and navy blue of Allianz Milano with him. But Bang slapped him on the back of the neck and reminded him that going professional was equal parts preparation and opportunity; he was never going to know the answers to questions he didn’t ask. Hyunjin was coerced to fire off an introductory email despite his reservations.

Piazza replied within the week.

For the last five months, Hyunjin has been fighting with tooth and nail to manage his expectations. He scrolls past the team’s social media posts like they burn his eyes. He replies to Piazza’s emails right before working out with Changbin under the assumption that whatever the shredded libero does to him will eviscerate his brain. If his world is made of dreams, this is the one at its very core, imbued with destructive potential the second it became attainable.

But that’s the last five months. The last five weeks have been you kicking him in the shin because he’s laughing (or trying to make you laugh) and the professor is staring; you listening to him rant and rave about volleyball when he knows you couldn’t care less about the sport; you relaying the contents of your class readings like hot gossip, your eyes wild and hands flying around because you can’t contain your excitement. You, you, you.

He cards a hand through his air, regaining focus. “You know how I feel about Piazza.”

“Expect the worst, hope for the best.” Bang’s chair skids backwards as he stands up. “I think it’s a good approach.”

Suddenly, he is directly in front of Hyunjin, low enough to meet his eyes. His hands rest upon his shoulders firmly.

“But hope is hungry, and it will consume you if you let it,” he says. “Do not let it, Hyunjin. I’m not asking.”

Even while being squeezed to a pulp and regarded with the cold intensity of a statue, Hyunjin can’t help but feel anchored, somehow, to the floor of this miserable office. Protected.

Bang lets go of him. “I’m not asking you to find a tutor by the end of the week, either.”

Hyunjin groans. “Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.”

A set of bandaged fingers appear in your periphery to place a paper cup onto your laptop. Accompanying the smell of fresh coffee is that of smoky rose, as decidedly douchey as ever.

“I thought you said your order was complicated.”

You look up from your phone to see Hyunjin plop into the adjacent seat. His long, caramel-colored hair is damp and unstyled in the aftermath of a morning shower, droplets of water pearling on the lapels of a navy blue windbreaker, layered over a white long sleeve. You recognize the outfit by now as game gear.

“Was it not?” You ask.

“It was an Americano, love. I walked up to the cashier and placed an order for an Americano.”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you could handle that much.” He flips you off as you squint at the cup. “Someone wrote their number on the lid, by the way.”

“What? Really?”

“No.”

He shoves you hard enough for your upper body to drape over the opposite armrest; you’re still cackling by the time you’ve straightened up again.

“Why did you get this, anyway?” Hyunjin grumbles. “I thought you had a sweet tooth.”

“I do, but you don’t.”

Only then does the fool understand that you had no intention of charging him in coffee just for a haircut reveal. He takes back the coffee hesitantly.

“Thanks,” he says at last. “Nice of you.”

“I know, right? Hated it,” you respond, and he almost chokes on his first sip.

You almost choke on nothing when Kim Seungmin materializes in the aisle adjacent. He holds out a hand in Hyunjin’s direction. “Yo.”

Hyunjin dabs it up mid-sip. “I fully forgot you were in this class.”

“Well, I’m due for my weekly appearance.” Seungmin slips into the seat directly below you, glancing at you over his shoulder. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you say, somehow managing to stumble over the single syllable the word has. You thank your lucky stars that you fixed your hair yesterday.

You like Kim Seungmin. Not just in the cutesy, crushy way, but in the “I would relinquish all of my rights for you” way where you spend every waking moment cursing out whatever stroke of misfortune placed Hyunjin in the seat next to you instead of him. He’s funny, gorgeous, and talented—a vocal performance major with a student-athlete contract—and you think your infatuation is more than justified. Hyunjin thinks it’s hilarious.

You side-eye your blonde adversary, prepared to see one of three things: a suppressed laugh, a dramatic eye-roll, or a mature kissy face that usually results in the first option. You’re met with something far more worrisome.

He’s thinking.

That can’t be good.

Suddenly, his phone screen lights up with a text that temporarily wipes the conspiratorial gleam from his eye. Hyunjin scans it over and groans. “Can this guy do his fucking job?”

“He wouldn’t have to if you didn’t quit,” Seungmin answers. “I’ll never forget you, Manager Hwang.”

“Shut up.” You peer at Hyunjin, silently requesting an explanation. “Our captain is forcing us to help him look for a new team manager. We need one for playoffs because of some stupid U-League rule—Seung, why do you look morose?”

“I’m mourning.” Seungmin does look morose indeed. “Hyunjin committed larceny last year and our coach punished him by making him our team manager for the rest of the season. It was so funny.”

Hyunjin slides down his seat. “It was the worst experience of my life.”

Neither man seems inclined to elaborate on the mention of larceny. You choose to digress. “Can I ask why?”

“He had to be responsible,” Seungmin whispers. “For other people.”

The top of Hyunjin’s head stops right next to your armrest. You reach over and pat his hair in faux sympathy. “Poor thing.”

“Hardass refused to do it again this year, so now we’re recruiting.” Seungmin props an elbow upon the back of his chair, looks at you contemplatively. “I don’t suppose you have four hours to spare every day.”

Hyunjin scoffs from below you. Loudly. “This one? Team manager?”

“I can see it.”

“I can see killing myself, maybe.”

The next time you reach for him is to smack his forehead. A crisp smack resounds around the barren lecture hall, and Hyunjin cusses into his seat cushion.

“Seems like a great candidate to me,” Seungmin muses, and the warm smile he gives you mirrors onto your face before you can think better of it. God, it’s pretty. You wonder how it would feel pressed against your own.

Hyunjin is now completely out of sight and halfway onto the floor. “I miss when you didn’t come to class, Seungmin.”

Eighty minutes later, you’ve just emerged from the classroom when Seungmin calls out to you. You come to such a sudden halt that Hyunjin almost trips over you, but you barely notice him stumble, utterly enraptured by the hand Seungmin brings to the strands of hair by your ear, the fingers that dust your cheek as they pluck a small piece of lint from out of the tresses.

“Sorry.” He flicks it away with a sheepish smile. “I couldn’t unsee it.”

You manage to thank him just before your whole body ceases to function. Hyunjin sidesteps the two of you, yawning.

Seungmin excuses himself not too long after you reach the main quad. You also turn to leave, sparing Hyunjin a curt farewell in the process. He hooks his pointer finger around the handle at the top of your backpack and lugs you backwards with infuriating ease.

“I didn’t like that at all,” you say.

“I don’t care. I have something to tell you.”

“You have a kid, don’t you?”

“Wha—huh? Who do you think I am?”

“The one-night-stand’s poster child. The champion of the contraception industry.”

“Yeah, contraception industry. It’s right there in the name.”

You can’t argue with that. “What do you have to tell me?”

A shadow of hesitation flits across Hyunjin’s face. Your smile falters. Is it possible that you’re about to have a serious conversation with him for the first time? Maybe you should’ve saved the secret son bit for another time.

“I’m failing anthro.”

So much for a serious conversation.

“Come again?”

He repeats the mystifying statement.

“You’re joking.” The look on his face says otherwise, though, and your eyebrows disappear into your hair. “You’re failing anthro?”

“I just said that, yes.”

“You’re failing anthropology?”

“Mhm.”

“Just so we’re clear—you’re failing Introduction to Cultural Anthropology?”

“Yes. I’m glad you’re having fun.”

This is the best day of your life. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“Yeah, well, our professor has no media literacy,” he mutters.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Hyunjin clears his throat. “Anyways, I was thinking—”

“Wow! Congratulations. That’s a big—oomf—”

Hyunjin puts his entire hand over your face. Your mangled noises of protest go unacknowledged.

“I was thinking,” he continues, pushing your head around like a stick shift, “you and I can work out some kind of deal.”

You shove his wrist off you with a revolted groan. “I think I just ate some athletic tape.”

“Happens. You wanna hear the deal or not?”

“Does it involve ingesting more sports equipment?”

“Do you want it to?”

“Just tell me the deal, boy.”

“Alright.” He takes a deep breath. “If you help me pass this class, I’ll set you up with Seungmin.”

Your head performs a triple-axel on your neck. You are unable to respond for what feels like multiple hours. Finally: “I’m gonna need you to elaborate.”

“On which part?”

“All of them. Everything.”

Hyunjin sighs, then scans the courtyard. His gaze settles on the student union a little ways off. “Are you hungry?”

You pick up a sandwich and a smoothie in a state of nervous stupor. One would think it’s the prime minister you’re about to have lunch with and not an imbecilic left-side hitter eating from three different entrees at the same time.

He’s chosen a table a few yards away from a planter of flowering cherry blossom trees. You feel jealous eyes on the side of your face as you take a seat across from Hyunjin, but they don’t know that his telephone pole legs still bump against yours even with them drawn as close to your body as anatomically possible. Or that he’s drawing up a literal Ponzi scheme on your sandwich wrapper. You wager you’ve had better company.

“You like anthropology. I like listening to you talk about anthropology.” He traces over the wrapper’s left corner. “And I kinda want you to boss me around. That weird?”

“Yes, definitely,” you mumble around a mouthful of bread. “Go on.”

“Conclusion one: you should be my tutor.” He taps in place as if applying a finishing touch, then swaps to the opposite side. “You also like my teammate, but he’s neck-deep in volleyball and music this semester, which makes him hard to get a hold of—for most people.”

“Let me guess. Not for you.”

“Ten points to Ravenclaw.” His British accent is nightmarish. “Seung and I live in the same building. We get dinner when we go back from practice together. Conclusion two: you should come with us.”

“To dinner or to practice?”

“To both. Which brings us to my third and final conclusion—”

He slams a fist onto the center of the wrapper.

“—you should manage our team.”

“I knew it!” You slam the table as well, your smoothie wobbling upon impact. “You’re trying to swindle me! You can’t pay for my labor with more labor. What do you take me for?”

“It’s not labor, dumbass! Ask our last manager! He didn’t do shit!”

“Yeah? Who was your last manager?”

“Me!”

Oh, right. “But you hated it!”

“I hate everything that isn’t playing volleyball. Try again.”

You fold your arms over your chest. “You said you’d kill yourself if I managed you.”

Hyunjin starts balling up your sandwich wrapper. “It’s true. I thought about you and my coach getting along and promptly got a rash. But it makes so much sense: you do whatever you want during practice, tutor me afterwards, and then you and Seung can eyefuck over ramen or something. My coach hops off my dick, you hop on Seung’s—”

“STOP!” A girl drops her receipt not too far away, startled by your outburst. “Stop right there. I get it. Stop.”

“It’s a good plan.” He slings the paper ball towards the nearest trash can. It drops into the hole without so much as a brush against the rim. “You know it is.”

You’re loath to admit that you do. “When did you even come up with all this?”

He flicks a thumb in the direction of your anthropology class. No fucking wonder he’s failing.

“What is this, mock trial?”

The owner of this voice is the third man you’ve seen today donning that navy windbreaker, white long-sleeve combo. He has a face that reminds you of your neighbor’s cat from back home, sleek and sharp and only slightly sinister. There’s a dash of humor in his expression as he approaches your table like he’s enjoying the company of a court jester.

“Slamming tables like fuckin’ tariff lawyers,” the cat-man hums, lifting a hand in Hyunjin’s direction. “I could see it from all the way inside.”

“Captain!” Hyunjin crows, dabbing him up without missing a beat. They really do that like breathing. “Just the man I was hoping to see.”

“Really? I thought you’d be avoiding me like the rest of our homunculus team.”

“I would never.”

“You did. Yesterday. When you saw me and started running in the opposite direction.” He pauses for emphasis. “As fast as possible.”

“Well, that was yesterday. Today is a new day.” Hyunjin tosses you a proud glance. “And today, I bring you a new team manager.”

You stiffen. “I haven’t—”

“Is that so!” When the stranger smiles at you, you feel the same satisfaction you did every time the cat let you scratch her on the chin. “Music to my ears. What’s your name, cutie?”

You catch Hyunjin’s eye across the table; he nods enthusiastically as if saying go on, then. You briefly picture yourself strangling him with his own athletic tape. You then picture yourself hopping on Seungmin’s—

Rigidly, you throw a hand out to the cat-man, your face aflame.

“Y/N,” you grumble. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”

He shakes on it heartily. “Likewise. I’m Minho. Welcome to the team.”

“Yes, welcome to the team,” Hyunjin parrots, looking positively jolly. You gnash your teeth together so hard your jaw throbs.

He’s lucky that his proposal holds so much water. He’s lucky that you don’t plan to strangle him until after you try that eyefucking thing.

You do kick him under the table, though.

The team has five weeks to prepare for the Korean University League, the biggest college-level volleyball tournament in the country. You have five days to learn how the hell athletic tape works. You can’t tell which is the bigger endeavor.

“I’m going to cause him irreversible skeletal damage,” you tell Changbin.

The team’s libero is twice as kind as he is talented, a full-time sweetheart working part-time at the university’s sports medicine clinic. Only your first week on the job and you’ve already decided he’s the only person on Earth you would permit to usher you through the gym at 6:45 A.M., a roll of athletic tape pressed to your back like a pistol.

“You will not,” Changbin answers. “One, because this won’t involve his skeleton, and two, because I wouldn’t ask you to help if it did.”

“You’ve misunderstood me,” you return as the two of you stop in front of an examination room. “I want to cause him irreversible skeletal damage.”

“Oh.” He opens the door with a frown. “Oh dear.”

Inside, Hyunjin is sitting cross-legged on top of a taping table, fitted in a loose gray tee and athletic shorts. He watches in pessimistic silence as you enter the room and beeline straight towards the shelf on the right. You slip a thick binder into your hands and bury your nose inside it without so much as a greeting.

“I am going to get maimed,” Hyunjin tells Changbin.

“Have some faith, both of you,” Changbin replies sternly. You find the pages you’re looking for and begin poring over them like you’re cramming for an exam. “You’ll be fine, Jinnie. Y/N studied.”

“Studied?” He repeats. “For this?”

“I’m pretty sure Quizlets were made.”

“Three, to be exact," you interject, sticking out your hand. “Now tape me.”

Hyunjin mouths the words tape me in baffled silence. The latter obliges your request with a smile. “See? What could go wrong?”

The answer to that, actually, is a lot. Especially after Changbin gets called away to help stretch out a teammate named Felix who allegedly “sprained his ass,” leaving Hyunjin to you and your binder.

You detect no smoky rose in the air around him today, just the subtle smells of cedar and cypress—laundry detergent or shampoo, maybe. Figures he doesn’t wear that insufferable cologne to practice.

“Go easy on me, yeah?”

While Hyunjin’s tone is teasing, yours is downright somber.

“I can’t promise anything.”

With that, you turn your palms face-up in a silent request for his hand.

A few strands of hair fall into your face as you lean in for a better look. It’s the first time you’ve seen his fingers untaped; they’re pretty, long and slender and surprisingly manicured, but also battered in their delicacy, the veins running over the back of his hand and forearm prominent, his bottom knuckles discolored from the healing bruises they bear. His hard work is palpable upon the smooth skin as evidently as if tattooed.

Hyunjin says your name in close proximity. You respond with an absent hum.

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

“No. Maybe a little.” You let his hand fall free and go to rummage for supplies. “Fine, yes. Very.”

“But you made Quizlets. You’re prepared for anything.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” You realize only after spotting the gentle smile on his face that he’s making fun of you. “I hate you.”

“Actually,” he hums, “I think you care about me, love. That’s why you’re nervous.”

“Nonsense—I care about disappointing Changbin. That’s it.”

“And me. And hopping on Seungmin’s dick. All these things don’t have to be mutually exclusive.”

You try to tackle him. Hyunjin catches your hands a few inches away from his face, fingers closing around your wrists with obnoxious agility.

“Have you lost your mind?” You whisper-shout, your face on fire. “Don’t bring that up here. I’ll maim you for real.”

The laugh that explodes out of him throws his entire body backwards, turns his eyes to crescent moons and his mouth into a little rectangle. You hate that you don’t hate when that happens.

“My bad, my bad. It slipped out. I won’t—”

One incremental shift of Hyunjin’s body later, you find that you’re precariously, alarmingly close to one another.

So much so that you notice the mole beneath his left eye for the first time, that you're nearly cross-eyed looking at it. That the tip of your nose actually brushes against his before you pull away with a quiet intake of breath.

Things are awkward between you often, you’ve realized recently. You’re both professional yappers, always quick to digress, quick to find a new topic to bicker about before the awkwardness marinates. But hours later you’ll look back on the interaction and still remember how the air shifted: like a layer of dust had been blown away and something untouched and unknown was discovered just underneath.

Since you’ve met him, Hyunjin has spent more time on your nerves than on your mind. You’re not exactly losing sleep over such a circumstantial acquaintance; you know that his presence in your life will end the way it began, naturally and anticlimactically and inside the ANTH 111 lecture hall. Still, it doesn’t go unnoticed when your heart and stomach launch into an elaborate gymnastics routine in the wake of something he says or does, just as they’re doing now.

Hyunjin glances into your right eye a moment, then your left. The mole just below his left eye disappears when he smiles, the expression soft, saccharine, and sincere. How anyone casually looks the way he does is beyond your abilities of comprehension.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

Your face continues to burn, now perhaps for different reasons. “What for?”

He lets go of your wrist, sweeps the lock of hair that keeps getting in your eyes behind the cuff of your ear.

“Caring about me.”

Then he flicks your forehead. You recoil with a quiet ow.

“Now stop stalling and tape me, dumbass.”

“Okay,” you mutter, rubbing the injury tenderly. “No need to get violent.”

It turns out the arduous taping procedure described in the instruction manual is for serious hand injuries. Hyunjin splints his fingers together for support, not rehabilitation, so it takes all of five minutes for him to talk you through his process. You finish taping both of his hands with nineteen minutes to spare. So maybe the Quizlets were overkill.

As you’re walking him down to practice, you take his hand and lift it to eye level, scanning your craftsmanship dubiously. “It’s not too tight, is it?”

“It’s perfect.” He swivels the hand around and grabs onto your entire face, the sensation by now eerily familiar. “Want another taste?”

You shove him down the stairs that remain. Unfortunately, there are only two. “You are truly grotesque.”

The gym has come to life since you arrived earlier this morning, now illuminated by shining ceiling lights in addition to the sun spilling through high, narrow windows. Most of the team has yet to step onto the court, still stretching or jogging along the sidelines: Minho and Coach Bang are talking strategy on the bench, the coach taking notes on a handheld whiteboard every now and then; Changbin is leaning over a recumbent Felix below the scoreboard, presumably trying to fix his ass.

The only one already with a ball in hand is Seungmin, setting to himself by the net. Once, twice, thrice straight up in the air, and then he glances in your direction and sends the fourth towards the left side of the court in a buoyant arc.

You only glean bits and pieces of the next few seconds. Hyunjin is at your side one moment, making a break for the net the next. His arms draw backwards in perfect synchrony. Feet hit the floor with laserlike intent. His entire body unravels like a fraying chrysalis as he rises to meet the ball, pounds it over the net and into the ground at an angle so clean that the sound of its landing resounds within your ribcage. It rebounds over the railing of the second floor and barely misses the doorway of the examination room you just emerged from.

Hyunjin drops lightly back onto his feet, following the ball’s tumultuous trajectory with proud eyes. A leftover breeze tosses a strand of hair over the bridge of your nose, and time starts moving again.

“Oi, this isn’t your backyard! Go pick that up!” Their coach booms, though his words lack their usual bitterness after what he just witnessed his ace hitter do.

Hyunjin swivels towards Seungmin first. “Crazy bitch. What the fuck was that?”

“Lower and faster. Further from the net too,” Seungmin returns. “How’d it feel?”

The grin on Hyunjin’s face reminds you of a wildfire, untamed and all-consuming and frightening in its fervor. “Like we just won everything.”

He tousles your hair as he jogs past you and back up the stairs to fetch the volleyball. Seungmin waves at you with one hand and palms another ball into his other. His face is warm and bare, his slim build flattered by his volleyball gear. You’ve witnessed few people so nice to look at and even fewer things as elegant as his setting form. But you are still thinking about Hyunjin—and you can’t move.

It is debilitating, watching somebody do the very thing they were destined for.

A little less than a week later, Hyunjin is approaching hour three of spewing hot garbage into a Word document when he decides to give up and call you.

“Hello?” He immediately starts laughing. “Where the fuck are you?”

You poke the top of your head into the shot of your ceiling, gesturing to your headband. “My face is preoccupied at the moment.”

“Oh, you have to show me. Please.”

You flip your phone up for no more than half a second. A camera shutter goes off, followed by a shriek so loud that it peaks your mic.

“Motherfucker!”

He basically sprints to his camera roll. His prize: you with your face slathered in cleanser, hair pinned back by a Miffy headband, looking like the abominable snowman if he liked cute merchandise.

“Thank you,” he says earnestly. “I’ll treasure this forever.”

“You’ll be punished, Hwang.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

You brandish your middle finger at him in response. He props his phone up against his computer screen with a chuckle.

“Aaanyways, I have a thesis statement to run by you.”

The first thing you did as Hyunjin’s tutor was help draft an email to Professor Kim, begging her to let him resubmit the two essays he royally botched. She replied with a lengthy quotation from her syllabus, specifically the section that talked about (and prohibited) resubmissions, but ended up making an exception for Hyunjin on account of the “truly piteous timbre” of his email. You fell out of your chair laughing when he read you her response.

“You should’ve opened with that.”

“I tried, hello? Someone distracted me!”

“Read. It. Before I change my mind.”

You spend a few minutes at most on the thesis itself, advising him to avoid passive voice, answer the prompt, establish a refutable argument, the works. Then he asks you a question about the research topic itself, allusions to the afterlife in Ancient Egyptian artwork, and the tutoring session takes a turn into what feels like a podcast episode.

You talk about the God of Death, Anubis, and his connections to the underworld; the elaborate, lavish funerary rituals intended to ensure the souls of the dead traveled safely; the vibrant murals that flanked their final resting spots as pictorial requests for divine protection. And you talk about them all with such confidence, such eloquence, that it’s as if you’re leading him through a history museum rather than talking to your phone as you do your skincare. He could listen to you for hours. He does, actually.

Around 1 A.M., Hyunjin stops typing mid-sentence when you come into frame for the first time, collapsing into your bed with a sigh of relief. Your eyes are soft and sleepy as they blink at your screen, strands of damp hair clinging to your cheeks. He feels his heart physically shift inside his ribcage when your mouth stretches into a yawn. It is the same sensation as the time you shot him a smile over your shoulder and he couldn’t move for ten minutes.

With that, his attention span has run its course.

“Baby,” he interrupts gently. “Let’s stop here, okay? You seem tired.”

You open your mouth as if to protest, only to yawn again.

“I suppose I am. Will you keep working tonight?”

“I think so. I hit my stride.”

“Text me if you have questions, then. I’ll respond when I wake up.”

“Okay.”

Your lips curve into the smallest of smiles. It copies onto Hyunjin’s face incurably quickly.

“I had my doubts about this tutoring thing, you know.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, you told me this class was the closest thing to daily naptime you’d experienced since preschool.”

“It really is.”

“You also told me you would rather slam your tongue in a car door than read more than three sentences in one sitting.”

“I really would.”

“And you once referred to academia as ‘Virgin Village.’”

“Didn’t you come up with that?”

“No, hello? I live in that village.”

He grins. “I know. I just wanted to hear you admit it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Ah, don’t threaten me with a good—”

“What I’m trying to say is that I didn’t think you would take this seriously, but I’m happy to be proven wrong.”

Hyunjin leans back. “Well, turns out I might give a fuck about anthropology after all.”

“Really?”

“No.”

You pretend to punch him through the screen. It’s so cute that he forgets to think before he opens his mouth next.

“But I do give a fuck about you.”

There’s nothing crazy about the statement. You’re friends, sort of. You manage his team. It would be strange if he didn’t. But the seconds that follow are terrible, a silent prophecy of something disastrous, like a cloud of rubble before an avalanche, the standstill during a star’s final breath. And Hyunjin’s heartbeat is hounding against his ears like a performance of traditional taiko.

He says good night in a haste. The call ends. He stares at the wall of his bedroom in a muddled haze for who knows how long.

Then he opens his texts.

Hyunjin: We have team bonding tomorrow btw Hyunjin: Don’t forget Y/N: i forgot. Y/N: pick me up at 6:45? Hyunjin: 🫡

He picks you up at 7:53.

You approach his car with your fists balled and your eyebrows knitted together like a mean old curmudgeon and he’s walking too close to your lawn.

“His fault,” Hyunjin says before you start yelling.

Minho simpers at you through his open window. “Hey, you! So glad you could join us!”

You fix the man with a judgmental glare as you slide into the backseat. “Aren’t you the captain? Why are you this late?”

“Whoa, okay. I would’ve scheduled this for earlier if I knew right now was honesty hour.”

“You did schedule it for earlier,” you say. “You scheduled it for way earlier.”

“Yeah, well, you’re fired.”

“You can’t fire me, Minho.”

“I can too. Tell ‘em, Hwang.”

“I want nothing to do with this.”

When you step through the doors of the arcade, you’re met with a surge of sensory input that you haven’t experienced in years. The air hangs thick with the smells of greasy concessions; everywhere you look are flashing screens and neon signs, stuffed animals and fading posters; clamoring against your ears are the sounds of games being won or lost, of balls being pocketed or launched, and of a horde of fully grown men spectating a match of Dance Dance Revolution so passionately (and loudly) that they’ve scared everyone away from that side of the room. You recognize the current competitors as Changbin and Jeongin.

“I’ll go pay,” Hyunjin says. “How much time do we want?”

“Infinity,” Minho answers. Hyunjin doesn’t move. “Two hours.”

He flashes him a thumbs-up. “And you?”

“I’m okay, I think.”

“No you’re not,” the two men answer in perfect unison.

You glance between them warily. “I don’t mind watching, seriously. I don’t even know how most of these games work—”

“There’s Tetris,” Hyunjin cuts in.

You purchase an hour.

One would imagine the point of the evening is to break the SNU men’s volleyball team, not to bond them. You’ve never seen so many strained blood vessels in your life. Nor have you heard of half the insults they spew at each other as the night goes on. Felix has to pay a fee for lodging an air hockey puck in the side of the MarioKart machine. Changbin loses at skee-ball and has to down an XL slushie like it’s a shot. It’s a scary amount of boyishness expressed in scary ways.

But they’re happy. You’ve picked up on it when they’re on the court, noticed the raw elation they emanate just from playing together. Yet, their closeness has never been more evident to you than tonight. The men are either laughing or making someone else laugh, arms draped over each other at all times, equally happy to celebrate victories as they’re eager to punish losses. It dawns on you at some point that you’re glad to be here with them, grateful to be a part of something so special—especially because there’s Tetris.

“Have you ever considered going pro?” Hyunjin asks over your shoulder.

You waited until most of the team was distracted to slink off to your beloved machine. Hyunjin tagged along, undoubtedly with the intention of making fun of you, only to be rendered speechless by your mastery. He’s been watching in a state of stupor, forearms propped against the back of your chair.

You don’t respond for a while, too focused on a precarious patch to even blink, let alone partake in conversation.

“I already did,” you finally answer.

“Sorry, what? You played professional Tetris?”

“In middle school. Then I got bored and switched to backgammon.” You pause. “Then I got bored again and switched to chess.”

“How do you look like this with these hobbies?”

Your run ends a few minutes later with a somber sound effect. You turn around in your seat with an anguished groan. “I think I’m washed.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “You just set a new record by three hundred thousand points.”

“It’s a small pond,” you say, and an idea occurs to you. “Do you wanna try?”

“I get the feeling I don’t have a choice.”

“Then you’re smarter than you look.”

“Well, you look—”

His eyes move between your shoes and your face, and then his voice is an inaudible mutter as he sinks into your seat. You think you hear something along the lines of unfair.

“What was that?”

“Ugly. I said you look ugly.” He cracks his knuckles. “Now let’s break some fuckin' blocks.”

When Hyunjin learns that the pieces can be rotated (so six or seven attempts later), a man walks into the arcade.

He has hair the color of dark chocolate, the face of a fairy prince—and he’s with someone. The two of them appear arm in arm, laughing at something he said. He looks at this person the way astronomers do to the sky.

Something shatters inside you like old porcelain.

Your hands loosen around the back of Hyunjin’s chair. You can’t watch. You can’t think. You can only feel a void of disappointment rip open, stretch over you like an elongating shadow.

“Seung!” That’s Jisung, you think. “You made it!”

“Yo, sorry we’re late.” That’s Seungmin. That is undoubtedly Seungmin. “Dinner took longer than I thought.”

“Min, are you sure I’m allowed to be here?” You don’t know who this voice belongs to and you’re not sure you want to. “I feel like I’m intruding—”

“Hwang,” you say suddenly. “I have to go.”

He turns around, confused. An unattended block falls into a terrible spot on the screen behind him. ”Already?”

“I forgot I had an important call to make.” You turn away, training your eyes on the patterned carpet. “Sorry. I’ll see you around.”

You have touched Hyunjin’s hands many times. He’s asked you to tape his fingers every day since the first; he likes the way you cut off his circulation, says it helps him hit harder. But you never hold his hand so much as you examine it, the act stiff and unfeeling, cordoned within the professional pretense of athletic treatment.

Now, Hyunjin catches your hand like a gardener repotting their favorite flower: delicately, careful of leaving its roots intact and petals untouched, but firmly, securely, so the flower continues to stand tall even when it’s been extracted from the soil, not even a speck of dirt slipping through the cracks between their fingers. That is the image you conjure when he slips his between yours, his metal rings cold where his fingertips are warm.

He says your name. There is a pinch of pain in the word, and you know that he knows.

“Do you want to be alone?”

You have never been asked such a thing—you have never asked to be asked such a thing—but, for some reason, the question brings tears to your eyes.

“Yes, please,” you whisper, and you pull your hand away.

When you stalk past him, you hear Jisung notice you, call out to you, a note of worry in his question. You also count three pairs of eyes on your back: one concerned, the next confused, and the last you are wholly incapable of meeting.

Unknown to you is the fourth pair fixed upon the top of the Tetris machine, where you’ve left your phone.

You emerge into the parking lot. The frigid air stills your mind for a fraction of a second, the last moment of mental quietude you will allow yourself that night.

Hyunjin’s right; the team manager doesn’t have to do much.

Coach Bang allows you to come to whichever practices and games you feel like, during which you might at most lug around a ballbag or fill someone’s waterbottle before holing up somewhere to do your own thing. But you like the people you work for too much to do so little for them, so you attend everything your schedule allows.

Last week, you could be found helping Minho put up the volleyball nets before practice, your laughter echoing throughout the spacious gym as he complained to you about his biochemistry professor’s distinct “cabbage scent.” Or running to grab materials for Changbin as he treated his teammates’ injuries like you were assisting an orthodontist giving someone a root canal. The dinner invitations you extended to Seungmin were always turned down, but his teammates were more than happy to assist you and Hyunjin in your quest to establish the best kimbap joint in the area once and for all. You even had a heart-to-heart with Coach Bang during one of the team’s water breaks, in which you managed to get half a smile out of the guy; Hyunjin was convinced that was his way of asking you to elope. You spent more time in the gymnasium those ten days than you had your entire college career.

Then came the arcade.

Five days have come and gone. You haven’t attended practice since, but you still see Hyunjin every morning at anthropology. The two of you sit in uncharacteristic silence for most of the lectures. You’ve taken the best notes of your life. He doesn’t mention the previous weekend; he doesn’t mention much of anything.

In person, that is.

That Friday afternoon, you’re reading on the terrace of the library when you receive a text. It’s from Hyunjin, a two-minute voice note. You hesitate for a moment, stick a pencil into the gutter of your textbook to save your place, and slip your earbuds in. You listen to it.

Then you listen to it again.

And again as you wrap up your study session and go home. Again as you cook yourself dinner and load the dishwasher. Again as you shrug on a jacket and pocket your keys, setting off on the familiar trek to the gym.

As for what you plan to do there on a Friday night, long after the team has finished practice, you haven’t the slightest clue. You continue to move regardless, fueled by the feeling that there is where you need to be.

Coach Bang is leaving the building just as you’re approaching it. He halts in his footsteps and raises his eyebrows when he notices you. The man has always been difficult to read, but his face is exceptionally opaque now. Maybe it’s the shadowy landscape; more likely it’s the uneasiness that began to mount within you once you noticed the lights in the gym were still on.

“It’s been a while,” he greets.

“Coach,” you return, lowering your head. “I want to apologize for—”

“Save it,” he says, not unkindly. “There’s nothing to apologize for, alright? The team is lucky to have you.”

You manage a grateful smile. “I’ll be back starting next week.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He starts to walk away, stops himself, and glances into the illuminated building. “I would give him some space, by the way.”

Your uneasiness morphs into anxiety as you watch his broad back retreat into the shadows. You remain outside the gym for a few minutes more, accompanied by the distant melodies of cricket chorales and the muffled squeaking of shoes against laminated hardwood, the harsh sounds of flesh meeting leather.

Briskly, you walk home, rummage around, and return to the gym ten minutes later with your textbook tucked beneath your arm. This time, you unlock and enter the building without a moment of hesitation.

Hyunjin is positioned multiple yards behind the service line, rotating a volleyball in his hands. A high toss, two resounding steps, and a collision like the crack of a whip. The previous ball has barely landed in the furthest corner of the court when he’s picking up the next, retreating to the same spot to do it all again. His tank top is the color of charcoal over his sweaty skin, his hair auburn where it’s plastered to his neck. He’s alone.

You only catch sight of Hyunjin’s face when you descend the stairs. His expression is crystalline, hardened with concentration and fortified by courage, but fragile all at once, rendered delicate by fatigue and fear, spilling from his every seam and splintering off his person like a broken vase. You recognize it as clearly as if you were looking at a picture of yourself from the worst years of your life.

“I was told to give you space,” you call out, and Hyunjin drops the volleyball he’s holding.

His lips fall apart. Nothing comes out of them. The only sounds to follow are your footsteps as you make your way towards the bleachers, a vertical wall of plastic now that they’ve been retracted for the night. You fold your legs into a criss-cross as you take a seat at their base.

“Is this enough space?”

More silence. You gesture to the volleyball nervously.

“Don’t make me go further, please. I’m not ready to die.”

Finally, this earns you a smile. It’s not much, but it loosens the nervous coils in your heart, permits your lungs to contract once more, and it remains on his face as he swipes the ball back into his hands. You open your textbook.

The rest of the night elapses in turning pages and soaring volleyballs. You don’t care for minutes or hours; you give him all the time in the world, as he did you.

The only time you glance at the clock on the wall is around midnight, when Hyunjin hobbles to the middle of the court and collapses. You’re worried at first. Then he rolls onto his back and releases a guttural groan into his hands, and your held breath comes out a laugh. You set down your book and stand up.

There’s a lake of perspiration forming around him. You pay it no mind and flop onto the floor, your eyes instantly narrowing beneath the fluorescent lights.

“How do you see under these things?”

“I don’t,” he returns. “I complained about it to Coach once.”

“And?”

“He made them brighter.” Sounds about right.

Hyunjin spends the next few minutes catching his breath, his chest rising and falling in your peripheral vision. You sift through your mind for phrases of consolation or gestures of support and come up empty. You wish you had Hyunjin’s way with words.

But you think about the way his smile reached his eyes as he thanked you for caring about him, the tenderness with which he caught your hand at the arcade, the I give a fuck about you he blurted before ending the study call. You think about the voice note. It’s not that Hyunjin has a way with words; it’s that he’s brave enough to break the silences that you can’t, like he perceives your anxiety for the aftermath, shouldering the responsibility so you won’t have to.

This cannot be his burden alone.

You inhale. “What’s on your mind?”

Hyunjin doesn’t answer right away. You give up on squinting and close your eyes. The lights are still bright enough to dance around the murky darkness.

“I don’t think I know how to put it into words.”

You nearly laugh; you know how that feels. “Don’t think, just talk. I’m here.”

The same advice you gave yourself seems to work on him as well.

“Do you remember Ishikawa Yuki?”

His role model.

“He’s currently playing for a club team in Italy called Allianz Milano.” He blows out a deep breath. “I’ve been talking to their coach, Roberto Piazza, for the last six months.”

The gears in your head creak in their effort to process the implications of these words. “Holy shit, Hwang.”

“He emailed again, this morning. Said he was coming to the tournament later this month, he’s excited to see me play in person, whatever. And it hit me, finally, that this is all real. Like, this is actually happening to me. I spent all of today freaking out and asked Coach to let me stay back after practice. Usually, it wears out my brain if I tire my body, but it only half-worked today. I couldn’t wrap my head around anything. I still can’t.

“I am who I am because of that man, and now…I have a shot at playing with him. I keep asking myself why I’m not—not happier. I should be bouncing off the fucking walls, no? If I told my past self that this would be happening to him one day, he—he would—”

You open your eyes, confused by the sudden silence.

Hyunjin is sitting up next to you, staring intensely into the bleachers. You first notice the tip of his tongue prodding into his cheek, then his shuddering breath. He lifts a hand to his face, pressing against his eyes.

You stop thinking after that.

You sit up with him. When you settle your fingers around his wrist, he allows you to pull his hand back to his side. But he turns away as if trying to hide from you; he squeezes his eyes shut as if that would obstruct your view of his pain.

You reach to cradle his face, bringing him back to you. The cuff of your sleeves wipe at the saltwater on his cheeks, push the hair off his forehead with gentle sweeps. The two of you are close, close enough that your lips would meet the space between his eyes if you so much as lost your balance. His gaze traverses to your face, but you resolve not to meet it. You know you will traipse into uncharted territory the moment you do.

“Don’t fight it.” You trace over the hill of his cheek. “Healing becomes easier if you let yourself hurt. Trust me, Hyunjin.”

His first name should feel foreign on your tongue, yet you suspect the syllables have accompanied you all your life.

“You don’t have to continue if you can’t.”

“S’okay.” Hyunjin lifts your hand away from his face, presses a kiss to the base of your palm. “I want to.”

You feel yourself stumble ungracefully into the uncharted territory from before; does he do the same?

“I used to play volleyball on this expanse of cracked blacktop, behind my primary school. It was pretty brutal on my feet—I blew through so many different pairs of sneakers my mom almost made me quit.” He smiles at the memory. “But every time I came close to quitting, I’d go home and rewatch the same USA vs. Poland match from the 2008 Summer Olympics I asked my dad to record, and I’d promise myself it would be me on some other kid’s screen someday.

“That kid would tell everyone who’d listen about how cool I am. That I’m a secret superhero. That I’m living proof humans can fly if they really, really try—just like I talked about the volleyball players I grew up watching on my TV.

“The other day, Coach told me that hope would consume me. I thought it was just some senile drivel at the time, but..I think I get what he means now. I would do anything and everything to make that kid proud—even if it meant losing myself.” He lowers his head, auburn strands falling into his eyes. “That’s what’s on my mind.”

Amidst the ensuing pause, a storm approaches. It does not come in the form of rain or snow, sleet or hail, no; it is a gathering of words unsaid and emotions unacknowledged, all emerging from the deepest chambers of your heart in synchrony. The same entities you used to scapegoat for all the times things were awkward between you and Hyunjin when you were the culprit all along. You and your blind cowardice.

The storm tears open the seam of your lips. You do not resist; it’s long overdue.

“Every time Changbin sees you, he turns into a smitten schoolgirl,” you say. “He is physically unable to contain how endearing he finds you. He told me so himself.”

Hyunjin looks at you with widened eyes. You think you can see your own reflection in them, and you are the spitting image of a lighter dropped into gasoline, unstoppable in your vehemence.

“Jeongin comes to you for advice before anyone else,” you continue, “even for things related to school—which I still find hard to believe, I’m not gonna lie. But you have his best interests in mind, and it shows in everything you do for him. Of course your opinion matters more than anything in the world.

“I know you think he can’t stand you, but you are the reason Coach Bang loves this job, why he loves this sport. It’s written all over his face every time he calls you something mean, every time he makes you run another lap, every time he looks at you. You’re like a son to him. Everyone sees it but you.”

“Then there’s me.” You pause to catch your breath. “When I think about what my life used to be, I remember a lot of things. I remember loneliness. Insecurity. I remember my books and my backgammon boards and the way I taught myself to disappear inside them so the world would never find me. I remember avoiding mirrors like a vampire because I didn’t like seeing my own reflection. I remember feeling like I had to put on someone else’s personality every time I left the house because nobody would want to know me for me. All I ever wanted was a place where I could be myself, love myself, without consequence. I have yet to find that place.

“But I found a person. Someone who wouldn’t know time and place if they kicked his dick into his body. Someone who thinks instant ramen is high in nutritional value because it comes with dried vegetables. Someone who sweats the same amount of rain the Sahara Desert receives yearly—your body is not normal, by the way.”

Hyunjin giggles; it is soft and short, a small, tearful huff into the quiet air that makes you feel like you’re flying.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you say. “Your sense of humor sucks and your taste in coffee is so boring and you are the one with no media literacy, not Professor Kim. But I love spending time with you. I love who I am when I’m around you. And none of that has to do with volleyball.”

The next time you blink, you discover that he’s not the only one with tears in his eyes. How long has that been going on?

“There’s so much about you to be proud of, Hyunjin.” You give him a watery smile. “That kid will be spoiled for choice.”

When Hyunjin pulls you into his arms, you fall into each other like going to bed after a long day. Your face burrows into the crook of his neck in your embarrassment; he is laughing and crying at the same time when he mumbles something into your shoulder: “I knew you cared about me.”

You are so happy for the comedic relief you could sob. It helps that you already are.

“How the fuck are you still sweaty?” You choke out, and you think you like his cologne after all.

Six days later, Hyunjin opens the door of his apartment.

A fun-sized flurry of black and white barrages into the hallway outside and almost runs headfirst into the figure waiting there. You fall to your knees like you’ve just been gravely wounded, emitting an ear-piercing wail to match. All it takes is a few good head scratches for Kkami to stop yipping bloody murder and start whining for attention instead.

Upon minute five of watching you and his dog cuddle in the hallway directly outside his home, Hyunjin sighs.

“Can you come inside, please? My RA will think I’m doing some freaky shit again.”

You side-eye him as you walk into his apartment, Kkami perched happily in your arms. “What, exactly, does freaky shit entail?”

He smirks as the door falls shut. “You want me to tell you or show you?”

You turn to Kkami, disgusted. “Your owner’s a bit of a pervert, my dear.”

Kkami licks you on the chin. Hyunjin’s eyes narrow to slits.

“Traitor.”

Naturally, Hyunjin’s parents chose the eve of his final anthropology exam—and the week before the tournament that will determine the trajectory of his career—to ask him to look after Kkami for a few days. He nearly canceled their plane tickets himself, but his impromptu roommate is currently ransacking your face with kisses on his couch, and he thinks your laugh complements his studio better than any decoration.

“Do you want anything to drink?” He calls from the kitchen area.

You meander over, Kkami (still) perched happily in your arms. “What do you have?”

“Alcohol.” He opens his fridge far enough so you can peer over his shoulder. “Americanos.”

He stops speaking.

“Is that all?”

“Yes. Wait—and apple juice.”

“You are about to be a professional athlete.”

“What the Italians don’t know won’t hurt them. You want apple juice, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”

“Maybe. Can you open it for me? My hands are full.”

Hyunjin does so with far less reluctance than he feigns. You thank him jubilantly, popping the straw into your mouth.

“Let’s get this over with.”

At 10:32 P.M., all is calm. You are sitting on the floor, your back against the side of his mattress. Hyunjin is where the universe intended: curled up in bed, both him and his laptop lying on their sides. You have studied eight out of ten units in only two and a half hours, and the night is still young. Kkami is but a fluffy, sleepy Oreo by your waist.

At 10:33 P.M., the Oreo begins to retch.

You startle a foot into the air. Hyunjin is out of bed and on his feet in the blink of an eye, the very image of a dog dad on duty. He grabs three different things off the kitchen counter with one hand and scoops up the long-haired chihuahua with the other, and then he’s kicking open the door.

Seungmin appears out of thin air carrying two heaping bags of groceries. Hyunjin nearly knocks him and a month’s worth of fresh produce down four flights of stairs.

“Hyun—Kkami?” Seungmin swivels. “Yo, what the fuck is—”

Hyunjin is already out the door.

A few minutes later, Hyunjin squats off to the side, pouring fresh water into a portable dog bowl. A little ways away, Kkami is throwing up ebulliently; a set of footsteps approaches.

“What is this thing?” Seungmin squats down next to Hyunjin, picking up the piece of patterned fabric lying on the grass.

“Kkami gets sad after throwing up,” he sighs. “His blanket makes him feel better.”

Seungmin watches the chihuahua for a few moments, a soft flinch crimping his features. “He ate too fast again?”

Hyunjin rakes a hand through his hair. “I don’t get it. Nobody’s gonna take his food from him.”

Seungmin laughs. “I didn’t even know he was on campus.”

“I picked him up last night. My parents are traveling for work—they say hi, by the way.”

“I say hi back. I miss your mom’s cooking.”

“Me too,” Hyunjin says, smiling. “She would love to cook for you again—she’s always saying you’re too skinny.”

“She really is.”

A beat passes; it is then that Hyunjin has an epiphany.

Seungmin was the one who put a volleyball in his hands for the first time. Back then, Hyunjin was the lesser troublemaker between the two of them—a concept that neither of them can wrap their heads around to this day. Seungmin suggested they use the clotheslines in Hyunjin’s backyard as a makeshift net, despite Hyunjin’s dissuading; half of Hyunjin’s father’s wardrobe caught on fire, Seungmin had a black eye for a week, and nobody knows what happened to that volleyball. The two of them have been attached at the hip ever since.

It is a crazy thing, having your best friend as a teammate; a singular flick of the wrist or a point of his shoe and Seungmin will know exactly Hyunjin wants the ball down to the net’s fraying fibers; Hyunjin will be exactly where Seungmin needs him down to the flecks of paint on the volleyball court. Hyunjin has always been Seungmin’s hitter—Seungmin, always Hyunjin’s setter. Nothing will ever change between them so long as that remains the case.

At least, that’s what Hyunjin used to think.

Learning that Seungmin was in a relationship was as much a wake-up call for Hyunjin as it was for you. At first, he was just fucking pissed; how could Seungmin be so stupid as to turn down someone like you, especially when Hyunjin had shot his mouth off about his wingman services? More importantly, how long had his best friend of eighteen years been in love, and why was he the last to know?

Only now, as they wait for his nine-year-old chihuahua to finish barfing, does Hyunjin realize that he can’t remember the last time he and Seungmin talked. Not “talked” as in a brief exchange inside the locker room or the lecture hall, about a new approach he wants to try or what Seungmin got on number four or if he wants a ride to practice—“talked” as in talked, about Hyunjin, about Seungmin, about the eighteen years they shared, about all the years yet to come.

Hyunjin sees his setter every day; he stopped looking for his friend a long time ago.

“Yeonwoo, right?”

He senses surprise in Seungmin without having to look at him. But he also senses a smile, a subtle show that Seungmin recognizes what he’s trying to do—and forgives him.

“Yeonwoo,” Seungmin affirms. “We’re in the same songwriting intensive this semester.”

“Also a singer?”

He shakes his head. “Piano player. Performed at the Carnegie Hall in the United States at, like, seven years old. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so talented.”

“Wow, that’s—hi, old man. You done?”

Kkami walks over with his head hung low and tail between his legs, and Hyunjin hurries to drape the pup in his favorite blanket, pulling the bowl of water in front of him in tandem. Seungmin runs a hand over the top of Kkami’s head as he hydrates.

“You’ve suffered,” he tells him solemnly, and Hyunjin snorts.

“As I was saying—that’s crazy to hear, coming from the most talented person I know. You guys looked so good together.”

“Thanks. It’s weird. I’m happy.”

“You deserve it. You really do, Kim.” They exchange smiles, and Hyunjin gives Seungmin a playful nudge. “When are you introducing us?”

“The arcade wasn’t enough?”

“Don’t insult me.”

“Whenever you want, then.”

“Dinner with my mom, dinner with Yeonwoo,” Hyunjin recounts. “I’m holding you to it.”

“Bet.”

They shake on it. If Hyunjin wasn’t already reassured by Seungmin’s smile, he knows by his clasp around his hand that they’ll be okay.

“What about you?” Seungmin asks. “Are you together yet?”

Hyunjin knew this was coming. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Seungmin strings his hands together, letting them dangle in the space between his knees. “Someone you have questions for that you’re too scared to ask. Someone who’s lived in your mind since the day you met. There’s someone like that, isn’t there?”

Hyunjin pokes his tongue into his cheek.

Ever since that night on the gym floor, Hyunjin’s been having these dreams. By the time his alarm goes off in the morning, every detail of the dream has eluded him, leaving behind only a ghost of emotion, akin to the breeze that grazes your face moments after walking past another person.

But then he’ll get out of bed, and walk to that café on the east side of campus, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There, he’ll order a vanilla latte with extra sweetener, then turn around to see you standing five feet away, holding an Americano and trying not to laugh. And he’ll just know, with everything in him, that you are where his head goes when he’s not keeping watch.

He still addresses you by the pet names you hate. He still finds any excuse to be close to you; he still pesters you like a child with a crush. But now, he calls you his baby like one wishes on a star; his eyes drift to your lips every time you’re within two feet of each other; he makes fun of your likes and dislikes only because he’s happy to know about them at all. Ever since that night on the gym floor.

It’s impossible for nothing and everything to change at once. Two people teetering on the precipice of something cannot withstand a gust of wind so powerful. He’s already hanging off the ledge, losing his grip; where are you?

Next to him, Seungmin lets out a soft laugh. “There is.”

Hyunjin doesn’t know what to say.

“It might’ve been me, at some point,” he hums, returning his hand to scratch the back of Kkami’s ears. “But it has always been you, Hyun.”

Four floors above them and inside Hyunjin’s place, you are pacing between his fridge and his bed, nervously awaiting his and Kkami’s return.

Something catches your eye, wide and flat and hung on the wall by his bathroom door. You approach it curiously, your lips pulling into a fond smile the moment you realize all that’s in front of you.

Many of the photographs are of Hyunjin: him in his preteens, dead asleep in bed while dressed head to toe in volleyball gear, braces visible because his mouth is open; an action shot taken at what must’ve been a U21 match, the South Korean flag stitched into the shoulder of his jersey; him with half a birthday cake in front of him and the rest smeared all over his face. There are headlines, too: Underdog team earns district’s first high school volleyball state title; Hwang Hyunjin proves himself worthy of “ace spiker” label at South Korea V. Croatia U19 match; Coach Bang “Christopher” Chan leads Seoul National University to second consecutive KUL championship. There’s one—Who is Hwang Hyunjin? Meet the twenty-year-old instigant of South Korea’s imminent volleyball revolution—beside which he’s written the singular word “mouthful.” You laugh; you agree.

But pinned to the corkboard is also a photograph of Minho, surrounded by stray cats in the alleyway outside a K-BBQ restaurant; his parents cradling Kkami in an apple costume; his high school volleyball team silhouetted against a pretty sunset. Him and Seungmin as kids, covered in grime and scrapes but beaming nonetheless; him and Seungmin at age nineteen, stadium lights on their backs, unadulterated elation on their faces as they charge towards each other, beaming still. Changbin piggybacking Felix through the hallways of the gym, neither of them wearing a shirt; Jisung offering Coach Bang a beer while the latter looks direly unamused (you make a mental note to ask about that one later); what looks like a Rock Lee cosplayer grimacing in the middle of your anthropology classroom.

You rush forward as if decreed by gravitational force. Not too far away is another picture of you, in which you boast a Miffy headband and a face full of foaming cleanser. Then another, your eyes narrowed like that of a sniper taking aim as you’re playing Tetris; you with so many volleyballs piled into your arms that you can’t see your own face; your cheeks squished by a bandaged hand after you lost a bet about pandas (they can swim); you clutching your stomach on the library floor, brought to hysterical tears by Professor Kim’s email. You, you, you.

You bring your pointer finger to this last image, tracing it over the curve of your own cheek. You see a dimple on your face you didn’t know you had. You realize it only comes out for him.

It has always been him.

The front door opens. A man with telephone poles for legs and a long-haired chihuahua in his arms appears behind it. You sense in him that something has changed since you last saw each other. The two of you lock eyes.

It’s not awkward this time.

Multiple yards behind the service line, Hyunjin is rotating a volleyball in his hands. It feels solid and sentient, an extension of himself held in cotton-clad fingers. He knows how this story will end.

He moves his eyes to his best friend’s back. Four fingers flash back at him twice, signaling a high lob set to the left, the very play they’ve practiced tirelessly for the last five weeks. The breath Hyunjin blows out of his cheeks seems to crystallize in the air, almost solid in all its exhilaration.

He bends low and throws high. His arms drop behind his body like a spread of feathered wings; his feet fall into place below him like a meteor shower, two consecutive strikes against the earth that fissure its mantle. The lights overhead are bright. His palm pulls taut when it slams into leather. He knows how this story will end.

The volleyball tears towards the ground. It trembles as if scared by all that it holds: the guarantee of a flawless denouement, the catalyst of a radiant future. Hyunjin’s heart is beating hard enough to crack his ribs when he lands back on the ground, when the volleyball lands in the furthest corner of the court. He’s not scared at all.

He balls his fingers into fists.

“JUST LIKE LAST YEAR, BACK TO BACK ON AN ACE—”

An arm seizes Hyunjin’s neck; another drags him onto the floor. His head thuds onto the hardwood with a sound he hears over the whole world detonating. His vision fills with the faces of the people he cares for most, some covered in tears and others rivaling the ceiling with their blinding smiles. He can’t feel most of his body; his sweat drips into his mouth. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.

“—DEFENDING THEIR TITLE FOR THE THIRD CONSECUTIVE YEAR—”

His eyes find Seungmin’s among the fray. Their hands clap together with such force that Hyunjin cusses at the impact. Seungmin’s gaze burns into his with a ferocity that Hyunjin plans to take to his grave. His setter. His best friend.

He says something inaudible, but Hyunjin reads the words off his lips, and his eyes fill with tears: we win everything.

“—YOUR NATIONAL CHAMPIONS: SEOUL NATIONAL UNIVERSITY!”

Hyunjin’s post-game interview is a lawless affair. He is allowed at most half an answer before a new teammate is barreling over with an animalistic screech or a new friend is screaming congratulations from out of frame.

The reporter is visibly agitated by her final question, unpursing her lips to ask: “Is there anyone you’d like to thank?”

Hyunjin exhales. “You want the short answer or the long—”

Changbin seizes him by the head. Hyunjin bursts into a peal of high-pitched laughter as the libero litters kisses all over his face, nearly crumpling to the floor in his attempt to escape.

“Love you,” he yells before hurrying off.

“Love you too, Bin.”

Hyunjin turns a sheepish smile to the reporter.

“The short answer,” she deadpans.

He starts counting off his fingers. He thanks his family—his first and last teammates, his eternal anchors. His other family, his actual teammates, the best boys he’s ever known. His coach, who will let him call him Chris someday. His best friend and setter, Kim Seungmin, who set a clothesline on fire once and changed his life forever.

In the distance, a figure emerges from the locker rooms. There’s a navy blue SNU banner draped over your shoulders, two overflowing duffel bags in your hands. Jisung and Jeongin run over to take them from you, and the smile you give them is wide and flushed, a remnant of the elation you shared from afar. The three of you start walking out of the gym.

Hyunjin thanks you.

You didn’t ask for the position, he tells the reporter, but some idiot roped you into it, and they’re all so grateful that you decided to stick around. You know the team better than they know themselves—it’s hard to believe you’ve been with them for five weeks instead of five years.

What are you like? What aren’t you like, is the better question. You’re caring, smart, strong; you see so much goodness in the people around you, all while unaware that it is your warmth that brings it out of them. Flowers only bloom in the sun’s doting radius, and so did he.

You have the sort of soul that incurs the scorn of the stars. They are the only ones to deserve you, they'd argue; you’re wasting your potential among humans when you belong to the sky, and they’d be right.

Hyunjin pokes his tongue into his cheek, suddenly annoyed.

“Why the fuck am I still talking to you?”

“Pardon?” The reporter returns, but Hyunjin is already vaulting over the bleachers, making a mad dash for the exit. She gives her cameraman an affronted glare. He shrugs.

He explodes onto the concrete, looking around in a frantic haze. He finds the blue banner heading toward the team bus and flanked by his teammates with ease.

He calls out to you.

You glance backwards. Your smile is purely effulgent, your laugh but a faint sigh against the area’s busy thrum. His heart is pounding against his ribs like a battering ram again, but he’s used to this feeling by now. Jeongin and Jisung make themselves scarce.

You’re beautiful. God, you’re fucking beautiful. That was the first thought to enter his mind when he spilled an iced Americano on your lap all those months ago and you looked at him like he hailed from another planet. And it is the first thought to enter his mind now, when he runs up to you and cradles your face in his hands, his touch infinitely, impossibly gentle, and you look at him like he’s everything that has ever existed, everything that ever will.

Tendrils of your body spray reach him from here, floral and light like a tropical coastline. He could’ve counted your eyelashes—if he didn’t have something far better to do.

“Tell me now if you don’t want me to do this,” he whispers.

A stupid smile crosses the face of the smartest person he knows. “My lips are sealed.”

Hyunjin kisses you. He kisses you until the banner around your shoulders is wrinkled under his touch, until your hands are tangled in his hair and aching his scalp, until the breaths you take are breaths you share, passed between your mouths like a puff of smoke before they’re colliding again.

He kisses you until he’s crying, again, until he’s no longer tasting your lips but your grin, and he kisses you only harder when those scornful stars start to dance before him, for you are his, not theirs, and he’s really won everything, now.

“Hwang, I need you in my office.”

Six months later, Hyunjin sees Coach Bang standing a few yards away with a grim air about him. He stops in his footsteps and glances at his captain, confused.

“I know nothing,” Seungmin says, walking away. “Good luck!”

“Thanks, cap.” Hyunjin swears he’s had this exact exchange before.

Head volleyball coach Christopher Bang’s workspace still reminds Hyunjin of a morgue. But there are two picture frames on his desk now: one of his family in front of the Sydney Opera House, the other of a band of boys clad in navy blue, draped over one another in exhausted bliss. The latter lends the room a much-needed sense of vitality. Too bad it still houses a rusty cyborg.

Hyunjin closes the door and takes a seat. Bang taps a knuckle against the tempered glass of his monitor. “Read.”

From: Nicola Daldello «[email protected]» To: Bang “Christopher” Chan «[email protected]» Subject: Re: Allianz Milano V. Pallavolo Perugia practice game Christopher, Allow me to apologize for my delayed response as I shared your request with Chairman Piazza. It is my great pleasure to inform you that we would love for Mr. Hwang Hyunjin to participate in our practice game versus Pallavolo Perugia. The match is scheduled for Monday, October 7th, 5-7 P.M. CET in the Giurati Sports Centre in Milan. Mr. Hwang will be playing for Allianz Milano as an outside hitter alongside Mr. Matey Kaziyski, Mr. Osniel Mergarejo, and Mr. Ishikawa Yuki. Please let me know of your availability to call regarding Mr. Hwang’s travel logistics. His transportation and lodging costs will be paid for by the club. I’m looking forward to speaking with you and welcoming Mr. Hwang to Italy once and for all. Yours, Nicola Daldello Assistant Coach, Allianz Milano

“I told you, some opportunities just present themselves,” Bang says, turning his monitor back around. “As for next steps, I need a holistic calendar view of your entire month of October, including social ev—Hwang, is that foam coming out of your mo—NOT ON MY CARPET! HWANG!”

In a park about a ten minute walk away, a small crowd of elderly people are scattered across a few stone tables, hunched over the fading chess boards painted into the granite surfaces. Mrs. Choi whisks away Mrs. Baek’s king with a triumphant yelp.

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! That opening is unbeatable!” She swivels towards you, shaking a fist threateningly. “You! Get over here. Your reign is over.”

You are sitting cross-legged in the shade of a broad magnolia tree, clearing out your storage. You tried to take a picture of a particularly rotund pigeon to send to Hyunjin earlier and couldn’t even do that. It was then you decided you couldn't live like this anymore.

“As excited as I am to beat you again, Mrs. Choi, I need ten more minutes,” you call back.

She presents you with an unpleasant hand gesture. You turn your attention back to your phone, grinning. Two new notifications sit at the top of your lock screen.

Hyunjin: Omw now. Sorry had to talk to Chris Hyunjin: Same park? Y/N: yes Hyunjin: Who’s our opponent today Y/N: mrs. choi Hyunjin: Not that bitch again Y/N: ?

He’ll be here in eight minutes.

You return to the task at hand. You’ve already cleared out your apps, your documents, and videos; all that’s left is the audio files. You conduct a quick mental review. Surely you’ll live without your downloaded music and accidental voice memos.

Instead of hitting the “delete” button, you extract a pair of tangled earphones from your jacket pocket.

You go back to your texts with Hyunjin, open the shared attachments tab, and scroll for a long time before you find the voice note he sent you seven months ago.

He finds you a sobbing mess.

“Hey, hey, whoa.” He’s on his knees in an instant, gathering your hands into his, a world of concern in the brown of his eyes. Your earbuds fall out and clatter onto the cement below. “Baby, what’s happening? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say in a flustered haste. “Yes, I’m okay. I don’t—I don’t really know what’s happening.”

“Did that hag do this to you?” He asks this question so seriously. “I’ll beat up a senior citizen, I don’t give a fuck—”

“No!” You let out an ugly laugh through your tears. “No, no. Leave Mrs. Choi alone.”

“Then what is it? What’s wrong?”

Eventually, your vision clears enough for you to look at the man kneeling in front of you. His roots grow out longer every day, his hair by now nearly equal parts gold and black. A spot of sunlight infiltrates the magnolia leaves and lands on his left eye, turning it the hue of melted bronze.

Your fingers drift to the sides of his beautiful face as you lean in close; he smells like a combination of smoky rose and tropical coastlines.

“I’ll tell you later,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his hairline.

He is dissatisfied with this, hooking a pointer finger beneath your chin, guiding your face back to his. He laves the saltwater from your lips, your tongue, and then you’re smiling again, barely able to remember why you cried in the first place.

You rest your foreheads together. “Have I told you that you look like a bumblebee these days?”

He smiles. “Does that make you my flower, then?”

“Because you’re irresistably drawn to me?”

“No, because I wanna put my pollen in—”

You shove him away. “You are grotesque.”

He returns in a flash. “You love me.”

You kiss him again. And again. And one more time for good measure, during which you mumble I do against his lips, and then you remember something.

“Why did Coach hold you back, by the way?” You pull away, tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “Are you in trouble again?”

“No, no. The opposite, actually.”

Your brow furrows. “The opposite? What—”

“In this lifetime, please,” Mrs. Choi hollers from the chess tables. You roll your eyes. Hyunjin smiles helplessly.

“Duty calls, my love.”

“Tell me your thing later too?”

“Of course.”

You dust yourself off and stand up, making your way to the battleground. But not before you whisper to Hyunjin, “now watch me beat up a senior citizen.”

He laughs with his whole body, his eyes the shape of crescent moons, his mouth a little rectangle.

“Hypocrite.”

Hyunjin: [1 Audio Message]

This is my seventh take and I’m not recording an eighth. What you get is what you get. I don’t care anymore.

I understand if you don’t wanna talk about what happened at the arcade. I wouldn’t, either. I just wanted to say that you don’t have to do this tutoring thing anymore. I won’t be able to fulfill my end of our deal, so…yeah, it wouldn’t be fair to you. You’ve already done so much for us. For me.

As for team manager, you’ll have to talk to Minho and Coach Bang if you wanna quit. Doesn’t sound like a fun conversation, I know—but if that’s what you decide, I’ll have your back. They don’t scare me. Well, they do. Sometimes.

You’ve been…distant, this week. I’ve known peace and quiet for the first time since we met, and I fucking hate it. I realized I couldn’t care less if you’re my tutor or my team manager or whatever—I just don’t want you to be a stranger. Maybe that’s selfish of me to say, but I’m tired of pretending the idea of losing you doesn’t terrify me. It does. It truly fucking does.

I’m gonna end this here, because I almost just stopped recording on accident and I would’ve committed first degree murder if I had to do this all over again. Sorry that this got so long, and…I’m sorry about everything. You deserve better.

Come back to me whenever you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting.

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hyunverse · 1 year

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morning text ʚ♡ɞ hwang hyunjin

hwang hyunjin x reader.

genre — fluff. drabble

note — because i love pouty jinnie.

"are you divorcing me?" the text reads.

you could see the pout on hyunjin's face without actually having to look at him. you roll your eyes as your fingers type a reply — "jinnie. . .", earning "because you left me on the bed alone," as a response.

you roll your eyes. hyunjin’s always this dramatic — he gets all pouty when you leave his side, even if it’s for a toilet break. the pancakes on the pan in front of you turns golden, a cue for you to pick them up. you could feel excitement bubble in you. it's not common for hyunjin to still be in bed at 10 a.m on a weekday, so you're trying your best to cherish the day as much as you could. one of the ways is by preparing hyunjin breakfast in bed — knowing him, he especially loves acts of service like this.

the pitter-patter of your feet resonates as you climb up the stairs, giving hyunjin time to bury himself in the duvet and sulk.

"stop sulking," you sigh, placing a tray full of food on the nighstand, "i was gone for like a half an hour."

hyunjin's head pops out of the duvet to stick his tongue out at you. his sulking face is apparent on his visage, earning a roll of your eyes.

"babe, i literally left you for a while to cook you breakfast."

"leaving me all cold and alone on this bed is like asking for a divorce."

"oh my god hyunjin, you're so dramatic."

despite the annoyance on your face, your heart is fluttering. you love it when he gets pouty, it's an opportunity to smother him with extra affection. he knows you secretly love it too.

"come to bed, pretty," hyunjin mumbles, making grabby hands.

"okay, okay i will," you chuckle, climbing back into bed.

he smiles, looking at you with hearts in his eyes — adores it when you're only clad in his shirt, adores the way it settles on your thighs, how exceptionally adorable it makes you look. he lets you nuzzle your head into his neck, doesn't mind the way your hair tickles. gentle fingers thread to your locks, and he kisses your forehead in a way that makes you feel like a high school girl crushing on the infamous prince all over again. you sigh in content. love confessions slip past his rose tinted lips, a series of "so pretty," "the most darling," and "love you so much."

"what'd you cook, my love? could hear you going to war with the spatula all the way from the bed," you playfully smack his arm at the remark.

"just pancakes. made hot chocolate too."

hyunjin hums, glancing at the platter on the nighstand, "want me to feed you?"

"yes please."

the rest of the day is filled with cuddles in bed, and lots of chaste kisses in between.

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A Million Freckles - Hwang Hyunjin

W/C: 1.1K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Prompts: “Did you know that you have a million freckles on your shoulders?”

Warnings: Hint of angst, fluff. nudism, Hyunjin tending to you after a bad day.

Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.

You step into the house and close the door behind you, it had felt like a day that would never end, but it finally did, and you were now looking forward to a warm shower to wash away all the stress from the day, you take off your shoes before removing your jacket and hang it near the door, you step further into the house and make your way towards the bedroom, you pause at the door as you found Hyunjin laying on the bed with his phone in his hand, his legs crossed, and his back propped against the pillows and headboard.

“Hyun…” You sigh and feel a smile tugging on your lips. “You’re home,” He puts his phone down on the bed and looks at you, a smile spread across his face as he looks at you. “Just what I was hoping for,” The smile vanishes from his lips, and he sits upright with concern in his eyes, his brows furrowed as he looks at you.

“Long day?” He asks. You nod your head and step further into the bedroom, he instantly stands from the bed and makes his way to you. “What happened, what’s wrong, what did they do to my baby?” His arms reach for you before pulling you tightly against him. “I’ll make them pay for whatever it was,” You couldn’t help but tiredly laugh at his attempt to threaten them, it was so cute yet funny at the same time.

“I just want to take a shower right now, wash it all off me…” You say against his chest. “But they made me run around so much and then my boss blamed me for something he said he would do and take care of…” You feel him hug you a little tighter, and his hand rubs in a circle at the top of your back.

“That… thing,” He says, not even wanting to name your boss’s name. “Come, let’s go,” He releases you from the hug and guides you past him and towards the bathroom. “We’re taking a shower immediately,” He pauses near the bathroom door and picks up one of your candles you left on the drawer before guiding you further into the bathroom. “Let me just adjust the mood, okay, sit here,” He guides you towards the toilet. “Just a few minutes,” He places the candle on top of the cabinet in the bathroom before exiting the bathroom again, he was fuming on the inside knowing that your boss had upset you, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, but just perhaps he could ask your friend to do something. “I saved the playlist you like on my phone, in case,” He says as he re-enters the bathroom with his phone in hand.

You could feel your heart swell with love, you didn’t think he would have saved one of your playlists, but here he was, surprising you again, he placed the phone near the candle and seconds later gentle piano music started playing, he picked up the lighter that conveniently laid on the cabinet and lights the candle.

“All right…” He says and puts the lighter down before turning to you. “I can’t dim the lights, that’s the only thing I can’t do,” He makes his way back to you and holds his hand out for you, you place your hand in his and stand from the toilet. “Let me help you get undressed,” He releases your hand and reaches for the bottom at the top of your shirt. “Just let me take care of you tonight…” He slowly unbuttons the shirt before carefully sliding the sleeves down your shoulders, there was so much intimacy with this act, so much care behind everything he was doing.

He tosses the shirt towards the laundry basket before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra, his hands move to the top of your shoulders and carefully slide the straps down your arms, slowly baring you in front of him, not just body, but body and soul. He folds your bra before placing it on top of the folded towels before moving his hands down to the button of your jeans, his head drops as he looks down while you continue to look at him, love constantly growing inside you, your love for the man in front of you, you had no words to properly explain how much you loved and adored him. He pushes your jeans down your legs along with your panties and bends down.

“Hold onto me,” He says. You place your hands on his shoulders and lift one leg, letting him remove your pants and panties before switching to the other leg, you keep your hands on his shoulders as he stands upright to toss the clothing pieces into the laundry basket, he reaches for the claw clip on the cabinet and moves behind you, his fingers gently comb through your hair before you feel him clip your hair together at the top of your head, you turn around and watch as he reaches for his own shirt, but you quickly grab onto his hands, stopping him.

“Let me…” You say. He nods his head, and you release his hands before moving them to the hem of his shirt, he lifts his arms as you begin pulling the shirt upwards, your knuckles brushing along his skin as you do, you pull his shirt over his head and toss it towards the laundry basket before you move your hands to his jeans, this time he watches you with adoration in eyes. You undo his jeans and push them down along with his underwear, you bend down as he steps out from them after they pooled around his feet and pick them up. “Now we’re both ready to shower,” He nods his head as you toss the clothing items into the laundry basket. He takes your hand and leads you into the shower, closing the glass door behind him once you are both inside.

“Stay close to me,” He says. You press your back against his front as he reaches for the tap and opens it, a gush of wind fills the cubicle as water rushes from the shower head, goosebumps form on your skin before the water heats up, and the glass begins to fog slightly. “Okay, it’s safe,” You could feel a smile tugging on your lips before you moved forward, the water touched your skin, and you instantly felt your muscles relaxing, you let you a sigh of contention and closed your eyes, his hands move to your shoulders and slowly slide down your arms. “Let me wash you…” His chin rests on your shoulder as he reaches for the bottle of soap.

You watch as he opens the bottle and squeezes a dollop of soap onto the palm of his hand before closing the bottle and putting it back, his arms are still wrapped around you as he begins lathering the soap in his hands. He presses his hands against the front of your shoulders and moves his head away from your shoulder before slowly washing over your shoulders and down your arms.

“I’m not too rough, right?” He softly asks, his hand reaches your hands, and you feel him carefully washing between your fingers, interlacing them for a moment before his hands slide up your arms before his hands move over your chest.

“Hmm, you’re gentle, so gentle,” You softly say. He softly hums before washing over your stomach, his hands move over your sides before briefly leaving your skin and moving to your back, and his eyes move over your back quickly, finding the scattered moles decorating your shoulders and back. “It feels so nice,” He bends down, carefully washing over your butt before moving his hands down your legs, carefully washing your inner thighs and between your legs before moving down your legs. He stands upright and begins rinsing the soap from your body, using his hands to help.

“Did you know that you have a million freckles on your shoulders?” He suddenly asks, he places his hands on top of your shoulders and slowly traces along the moles, connecting them. “It’s like the night sky,” You turn around to face him, making sure not to fully step underneath the water. “It’s beautiful.”

“Hyun…” You say and place your hands on top of his shoulders. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” You could feel tears filling your eyes, you weren’t sure if it was because he was tending to you like this after you had a rough day or if it was the result of an emotionally and mentally draining day. “Thank you for taking care of me…” He pulls you against him, his hand instantly moving to rub circles on your back.

“Of course I will,” He says. “Come, we’re done showering, let’s get out of here,” He shuts the water before breaking the embrace and opening the shower door, a cold rush of wind blows against you both, but he quickly grabs the towel and wraps it around you. “We’re dedicating this night to only comfort and cuddles,” He wraps a towel around his waist before helping you dry off, the gentle piano music continuing to play in the background, once he was sure you were dry he removes the claw clip from your hair and places it back on the cabinet before blowing out the candle and guides you out of the bathroom.

“Can we open the window a little bit?” You ask. He nods his head as he guides you towards the bed and has you sit down on the edge of it right in front of the window.

“Of course, we can,” He says as he turns to the window and opens it, the wind rushes in and blows against your skin. “Lay down, I’ll lay down right with you,” You nod your head, already feeling much better than you did when you reached home. You lay down, moving to make space for him in front of you, he walks away from the bed and moments later the lights are turned off before you hear him walking back to the bed. “We can sleep just like this…” He lays down in front of you, facing the window, and you immediately wrap your arm around him and place your leg over his leg, the silence of the night begins settling in with a few cars being heard in the distance. “I know you love me, and I love you too, so, so much.”

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ballerinainskzville · 1 year

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Unwell - Hyunjin one shot

Summary: your boyfriend Hyunjin returns from the Maniac tour. But both him and Felix have returned with food poisoning which is why you’re taking care of your sick boyfriend

Word count: 3,2k

TW: naseous, gore, throwing up, fever, vulnerability, dizziness, sensitive bf, caring gf

The Maniac tour was over.

Today marked the day that your boyfriend was coming back home. Back to you.

He had insisted on coming over to your place once he had stopped by his parents too to check on Kkami, so you were waiting with anticipation that both of them would show up any minute. “I’m on my way, wait for me”, was his last message.

Pacing up and down the living room, checking if the food you had cooked still looked edible, skipping steps that you had learned in your latest dance class, you waited.

The doorbell then finally relieved you from the tarnishing wait, and you raced to the front door.

There he was standing, your boyfriend Hyunjin with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. His eyes sparkled when he saw you, his sweet smile on display too. “Welcome home!”, you giggled, the excitement rising in your chest upon seeing him. Taking the bouquet from home he leaned it and stole a peck from your lips before closing the door behind him. “It’s not home when you’re not beside me”, he quoted from a poem he had written a while ago.

Hyunjin had begun writing more and more poetry and occasionally he’d send you his drafts to read. It allowed you to get another glimpse into his mind.

Walking ahead of him, you put the flowers into the designated flower vase next to the TV, in which you always put the flowers Hyunjin would buy you. As often as you told him not to buy flowers every time the old flowers perished, he’d still show up with a new bouquet, insisting he couldn’t help himself when he passed the flower shop a block away from your apartment’s building.

Once you filled up the vase with water, you turned around to look at Hyunjin who was watching you lovingly. If there was one person who could melt you with his eyes alone, it was Hyunjin. Both of your eyes met and you fell into each other's arms. “I missed you”, you mumbled before his lips overtook yours into a feverish, longing kiss. You sighed against his lips, gripping his shirt as you both melted into each other.

It was only you two and the sounds both of you emitted.

Until a low rumble went through the room. Which came from Hyunjin.

“Uh-“, he mumbled and broke the kiss first, holding onto his stomach. “Are you okay?”, you asked him, still holding onto him. He nodded with closed eyes, the hand on his stomach, the other hand resting on your back. “Hungry?”,!you asked. He shook his head again.

That’s when you noticed that Hyunjin looked paler than usual. His warm skin tone was missing the vibrancy glow it usually carried. His eyes were sunken in, too. Your eyes narrowed when you watched him. He was undeniably in discomfort. “What?”, he then said when he noticed your gaze. “You’re not okay, I can see that, dummy”, you nudged his arm. He faked a gasp and moved his hand up to his chest.

“You’re calling me a liar?”

“I’m not calling you a truther!”

You looked at each other before you both fell into a fit of laughter. “No, seriously, Hyun. Are you okay?”, you asked him, playing with the hem of his Celine shirt. He cupped your cheek and caressed it. “Just tired, love.” He kissed your forehead. He felt warm.

“Want to eat? I cooked you something-“, you began but he frantically shook his head. ��We ate on our way here. We stopped by our favorite place with the guys”, he told you. “But I told you that I’d cook for you tonight”, you couldn’t help but feel a bit irritated that he’d eat out right before he’d come over. You spend half the day in the kitchen. “I was really hungry after the flight. But… I can eat a few bites. You put so much time into cooking today”, he caressed your cheek and you nodded. “Okay, I’ll set up the table-“, you let go of his shirt but Hyunjin shook his head. “Can we watch a movie while we eat? There’s no need to set up a romantic dinner”.

Now he was truly starting to act weird. Hyunjin chased any romantic gesture he could implement into his life, including having candle night dinners. Which is why you had an impressive stock of candles in your apartment. Mostly, again, gifted by him. When he bought one for himself, he’d get you the same one.

You watched over his expression, trying to find a glimpse of him under the mask of his eternally breathtaking face. “I just want to be close to you while we eat. Or snack, to be precise”, he whispered. You couldn’t say reject his request, you two had been separated by continents for over a month. You had missed him, terribly. “Okay, I’ll bring some of the things onto the coffee table. You choose the movie?”, you pecked his swollen lips once more before you pulled away.

Titanic was the movie choice of Hyunjin. Which was a tad ironic for you but it was one of his favorite movies. Also the movie you both watched in the cinema on your first date. Occasionally taking a bite from the food on the table, Hyunjin was laying on the couch, head resting on your lap. Lost in the movie, you were playing with his pinkish-blonde hair that had grown out longer since the last time you saw him. Now and then, he’d let out an approving sound from his lips. Soon enough, his breathing steadied and he had fallen asleep. You pressed the movie on hold. If there was one thing he was picky about, it was people continuing to watch the movie/episode without him.

Admiring the man of your dreams, you continued to caress his hair lovingly. Not able to put your finger if Hyunjin was slowly burning up or if the heater was warming up the apartment more than usual, you wiped away the pearls of sweat from his forehead. Staying in the same position, with him close to you.

There it was again, his stomach rumpled and Hyunjin shoot up. Defeating his calm nature, he rushed out of the living room towards the bathroom. Within seconds, he was by the toilet seat and heaved out the content of his stomach. You halted by the doorframe, unsure if he wanted your presence as Hyunjin held pride in his appearance. When his stomach began to spasm, his whole body trembling as he held onto the basin with white knuckles, you came closer o him and rubbed the back of his neck. “Let it all out, Hyun. You’ll feel better afterward”, you whispered and he heaved again. You heard his whimpering sobs underneath his attempts to empty his stomach further and it broke your heart. You moved your hand up, moving his hair out of his face until he dry heaved.

You reached out to flush the toilet in case it would further trigger his stomach. Hyunjin buried his face in his hands and began trembling again, painful sobs escaping through the cracks of his mask. Quickly, you took a wet cloth and placed your hand on his wrist. “Let me help you?”, you asked him softly. He looked up from his hands and lowered them when he saw the cloth in your hand.

Silently, you wiped away the corner of his lips, his chin, and his hands before you threw the cloth away too. Feeling a bit cleaner, Hyunjin sighed and rested his head against the bathroom wall. “Hyunjin, you’re sick. You must have caught something while you were on tour”, you commented as you cupped his cheek, caressing it. At the gesture, if he wanted to come into your arms for a hug, he simply shook his head. He looked at you with glossy eyes and pink-tinted cheeks as he was burning under your touch. “Let’s get you to bed”, you told him instead and stood up, before holding your hands down for him to hold on to.

Guiding him to your bedroom carefully, you dimmed the exposure of your light in case it might worsen his situation. Tagged underneath the blankets, only his face was visible. Hyunjin hated sweating but he was too tired to argue against you. He had to sweat it. “Do you also feel nauseous?”, you asked him as you felt up his forehead again. To which he nodded. Confirming the symptom. Probably food poisoning then. “Try to sleep a little, I’m going to make soup for you. You can use the water bottle on the nightstand, you need to stay hydrated”, you explained to him and he just again nodded. “Can you hold my hand until I fall asleep?”, he asked in a drowsy voice. With a nod, you sat down next to him, reaching under the cover until your hand hold his. He instantly interlaced your fingers with each other, both of your fingers’ rings clocking against the material. His eyes fluttered close and it didn’t take him too long until he fell asleep. Mouth open, he lay under the layers of blankets. Your palm felt the sweat in his but you focused on his steady breathing instead. Until you were sure he was in deep slumber, you sneaked out of the bedroom and made your way to the kitchen to make something that might help ease his stomach.

While the soup was cooking, you texted Chan to let him know that Hyunjin wasn’t feeling well. Turns out, he and Felix were sitting at the doctor’s office as Felix was suffering from food poisoning.

Chan: it’s most likely Hyunjin is food poisoned too. Do you think you can persuade him to visit the doctor to get a check-up?

You: I’ll try but you know how he is when it comes to doctors. But thank you for letting me know Chan, and get well soon Felix! I’ll bring by some of the soup later to the dorm

Chan: he says thank you! Take care, both of you

You looked up from your phone when you heard soft sobs coming from your bedroom. Turning down the stove, you rushed back to the bedroom. Hyunjin was sitting on the bed, his white shirt sticking onto his skin with sweat. Face buried in his hands, he cried in solitude. “Oh, Hyunjin…”, you whispered and sat down next to him. “N-no, you might get sick too!”, he moved further away from you which lead him to hit his head on the bed’s headboard. “Shhh-“, he groaned and held onto his head. “Chan is at the doctor’s office because Felix has food poisoning. Which is what you probably also have, considering your symptoms”, you tell him with a soft voice not to freak him out further. “Felix is sick?”, he whispered, lowering his head. You nodded. “They are on their way back to the dorm now”, he then nodded and looked away, shutting down his emotions. “Explains why I’ve been feeling this way…”, he mumbled. “That way, baby?”, you move closer on the mattress, putting your hand on top of his. “Like my stomach curling inside?”, he shrugged before he looked back at you.

He was annoyed. At himself. For being sick in the first place. “It can happen to anyone, baby. We should go to the doctor’s office-“, he began shaking his head before you even finished your sentence. “No! I’ll be fine! I promise. I need sleep… and your hugs would probably help too”, he flipped your hands, his hand on yours now, tracing your skin. You couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of pink-cheeked Hyunjin drawing invisible circles on your skin. “I’ll cuddle you lots but you have to shower first. The sweat needs to be washed off”

“Im too nauseous to do that”, he mumbled under his breath.

“How about I wash your hair and you wash your body sitting on the shower floor?”, you suggest. He thinks for a bit,knowing that there wasn’t a way out for him. And he felt disgusting sitting in his own sweat. He had no choice other than to agree.

Hyunjin’s body was a sculpted masterpiece. That you couldn’t help but stare in admiration whenever you saw it. His workout routine on top of his dancing lessons had shaped his body into a slim but fit condition that matched his facial features in perfect proportions. He held his looks with pride, knowing that he was attractive. Today, however, his head hung low with missing confidence and strength. He had insisted on washing his body himself without your help. Bickering over how to help him out, you both agreed that he’d led the bathroom door open, just in case you had to rush in.

Couple minutes later, he was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, tucked into his designated robe, his head tilted towards the shower floor as you worked the shampoo into his hair. You tried to be as quick as possible as his posture was cramped and the cold bathroom floor could worsen his stomach issues. Choosing the spray bottle of leave-in conditioner to shorten the washing time, you wrapped a towel around his head and helped him to stand up once you were done. Towering over you, fresh and clean, his cheeks gleamed less pink. He wasn’t as feverish as before but his body was still too warm to hold a normal body temperature.

A sigh escaped Hyunjin’s lips before he threw himself into your arms, wrapping his arms around you. Returning the hug, you hold him close to you, eliminating any space between you two. His head squished but resting on your shoulder, he stood in silence, taking in the comfort he needed. “I’m always here for you, baby”, you whispered and caressed his back. You felt his body rumple in response. As he pulled his face back, he cupped your cheek to caress it, staring lovingly into your eyes. “I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend than you…”

You smiled up at him and booed your nose with his. “I couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend than you”

So you both stood there, in the arms of each other with smiles that could melt the heart of the most cold-hearted person on earth. “Do you think you can eat a couple of bites? I have some drops for stomach issues that help well whenever I’m sick”, you asked as he continued to caress your cheek lovingly. A thinking second later he nodded. “I’ll try. I’m starving… but I’m scared I’ll throw it all up again…”, he mumbled. “I know it’s a disgusting feeling when you have to but I’m here in case you do. You need to nourish yourself too. At least try?”. With a look into your warm brown eyes that brought him comfort, he gave you a nod. “Good, I’ll prepare a tray and you brush your teeth and go back to bed. I’ll spoil you for the rest of the day”.

His lips lifted into a soft smile. “Spoil me, huh?”. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing what was going on in his mind. “Only because you’re sick. Otherwise I’d demand my princess treatment”, you pucker up your lips gently. As he leans in, he stops. “I’d spoil you more than just princess treatment and you know that, Y/N”. Hearing his voice breathe out your name was like a blessing each time you heard it. It would get never old. At least you hoped so. Unwillingly pulling back, you let go of Hyunjin and ushered him to walk back to the bedroom before you disappeared into the kitchen.

Chicken soup, bread, camomile tea, a bottle of water, painkillers, herbal stomach drops, a bowl with cold water, and a cloth on the tray, you entered your bedroom again. Hyunjin was half sitting, half laying on your bed, checking out the book that you were currently reading that he had found on your nightstand.

“Is it good? Radio Silence?”, he asked and held the book up for you. You were halfway through the book and it was tabbed lovingly.

“It’s really good, you can read it once I’m done”

“I want to read it now”

You squinted your eyes at him, seeing that his playful bratty attitude was slowly returning into his sick body.

He mirrored your expression before he closed his eyes for a second.

And put on his pleading puppy eyes that you just couldn’t resist. And he was aware of them.

Defeated, you huffed as you placed the tray carefully onto his lap.

“I can read you a chapter as a compromise”, he suggested but you waved it off with a smile. “I can read it later too. Do you feel the fever going down? I don’t have anything to measure it-“, you placed your hand on his forehead, then his cheeks. He was burning up again, his cheeks flushed with evidence. This wasn’t going well.

“Let me feed you the soup and then you take the meds. Okay, baby?”, you pressed a kiss onto his forehead and he nodded with a soft smile. “I’m a bit embarrassed that you have to look after me like a kid tho…”, he said as he watched you stir the soup a bit before holding up the first spoonful. “Nonsense, your my boyfriend. Who’s supposed to look after you if not me?”. He leaned close and took the first spoon. “And I don’t mean your mom”. He chuckled a bit and took the second spoonful. “Thank you, baby. You’re for real a true blessing in my life”. He gave you a weak smile and you feed him a couple more spoons before he signaled you it was enough. Hyunjin then chewed on a small piece of bread before he one by one took the meds that you gave him.

“Now let me just put this on…” you said as you ringed out the excess water of the clothe before playing it onto his forehead. He squirmed a little at the contact. “Cold!”, he whined out. You caressed his arm and wiped his cheeks too before you put it back on his forehead. “I’m cold now. I need cuddles. I demand cuddles now”, he sighed dramatically with his eyes closed, arms swaying upwards. You rolled your eyes, even if he wasn’t able to see it before you put the tray safely away on the other nightstand. Then slipped into the bed, head resting carefully on his chest and an arm wrapped around him. “Better?”, you whispered and felt his arms secure around you. “Much better. I’m almost healed”, he whispered back, rubbing your arm. Even if you didn’t see his face, you knew he had his cocky grin on. “I’m still taking you to the doctor if you’re not better by tomorrow”, you then said. “Who needs a doctor these days when you have an Angel by your side? They have better healing powers”, he mumbled, sounding drowsy again. You looked up to look at him, his eyes searching for hours half-lidded.

He looked like a fallen angel with the pink rouge on his cheeks and the glossy eyes. Still eternally breathtaking. Leaning up a little, you gently pressed your lips on his. Demanding as he always was, he leaned in further, and you both began melting into the kiss. Feeling his chest under your hand, you gently pulled away when you heard him grunt. “Are you okay?” you whispered against his lips. “If you continue kissing me, I will be”, he whispered back and tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

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godsmenusuperbowl · 8 months

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What Are You Doing in My House? ~ *Hwang Hyunjin*

Summary: After a long shift at the hospital, you come home to find a man bleeding out in your house. You know you should be calling the cops, but he’s so scared and it’s your job to save him. You have to save him.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2312

Warning: blood, injuries, near death experience, hospital, stealing, crime, angst that ends happy

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Taglist: @foxwinter @mxnsxngie @imagine-a-life-like-this @maeleelee

When you came home from work, you did not anticipate finding your front door unlocked. You also didn’t anticipate to see an injured man lying on your kitchen floor, still struggling to get to your bathroom it seemed. You should be terrified, but considering he was only inching across the floor, you felt like you had the upper hand here.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” You demanded, grabbing your pepper spray just in case.

He glanced behind himself to see you and groaned. “Hey, can you get me some bandages or something? I’ve been bleeding on your floor for a bit here.”

“I can see that.” You tried to get a look at the wound. “How bad is it?”

“Bad enough that I can still feel it coming out of me and I’m getting light headed.”

“We should get you to the hospital then. Hang on, I’ll call one of my coworkers-”

“NO!” He shouted. “No hospitals! No coworkers! None of that!”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “And why not? If you’re not careful, you’ll bleed out! And I’m a nurse so you can’t try and lie to me saying you’ll be fine.”

He groaned again. “I just can’t risk the law finding me.”

“Look, you’re hurt, I’m not going to press charges for you breaking into my house. So let’s just get you some help.”

“I’m sure the cops won’t like all of the stolen jewelry and cash in my pockets.” He chuckled before coughing. “But since you’re a nurse, you can help me, can’t you?”

You paused, pursing your lips. You couldn’t leave him like this. But he was a thief. Could you actually be a good nurse to a criminal? Well you did know you couldn’t stand by and watch him bleed out before your eyes.

So with a sigh, you said, “Wait here. I’ll get my equipment.”

Quickly, you gathered up your first aid kit and some extra medical equipment you kept in your house in case of emergencies. Once you were sure you had everything, you went back to your patient. You found he had turned himself onto his back and you could better assess the damage. He was badly injured and he was still bleeding. You needed to work quickly before he lost more than just blood.

“Hang on, I’m going to cut your hoodie and shirt so it’s out of the way.”

“Geez, at least buy me a drink first.” He chuckled weakly. “But sure, go ahead. You’re the doctor, or rather nurse. You know what’s best.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his words. “I do, now hold still and keep your mouth shut. The more you talk, the more distracted I get. And you don’t want your nurse distracted. Now don’t move.”

Carefully, you cut through his clothes to see his torso. You cleaned the dirt and blood until you found the wound. It was deep but not life-threatening, not if you had to say anything about it.

“Were you shot or stabbed?”

“Why does it matter?”

“It matters if there is still a bullet in your body. I want to get it out before it really makes a problem for you later. So I’ll ask again, were you shot or stabbed?”

He groaned. “Stabbed. My buddy got pissed that the law was on our tail, said it was my fault, stabbed me, and took off in the other direction. His mistake, the police were that way. I just happened to have collapsed in your house. You should really keep your front door locked.”

You grit your teeth. “I do. You got in somehow. If I didn’t know any better, you broke in.”

Chuckling, he sighed, “Yeah, I did. So are you still going to press charges?”

“Not yet. I still need to get you taken care of. You’re not done yet.”

“Really? Because it hurts like hell? What are you doing to me, nurse?” He whined.

“Cleaning the wound. Now quit moving and quit talking. I’m getting ready to sew you up.”

His eyes widened and he tried to scramble away from you. “Hey, whoa! No one said anything about stitches! You know, contrary to popular belief, I don’t like pain. Isn’t there something you can give me so I won’t feel anything?”

“It’s too late for that now. C’mon, I promise to be gentle. Just quit moving.” You tried to reason, until you caught sight of his big, pleading eyes full of tears.

“Please,” He whimpered. “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be in pain anymore. Please don’t hurt me anymore than you have to. Please help me stay alive.”

Something inside your heart cracked at his words. At this moment, he looked like a vulnerable little kid. You had to help him, no matter what he did. You vowed right then and there that he was not going to die, not on your watch.

Touching his cheek tenderly, you gave him a small smile of encouragement. “Hey, you’re going to be okay, I promise. You just have to trust me. You’re not going to die. Not while I’m here. Okay? So just stay still and I’ll have you taken care of in no time.”

He nodded weakly before laying back down on the ground.

Taking in a deep breath, you began stitching. He winced and you whispered encouraging words to him. He whimpered when he jerked at the feeling and you calmed him down before continuing. You were careful and precise and with deep pride you knew he was going to survive the night. But he wasn’t out of the woods yet. He still needed to replace the blood he lost.

“What’s your name?”

You don’t know why you asked that.

“My, my name?” He asked. “Are you asking so you can press charges?”

You shook your head. “No, no I just want to know.”

��Hyunjin.”

Smiling, you touched his cheek again. “It’s nice to meet you, Hyunjin. I wish we had met under better circumstances.”

He grinned. “Yeah, me too. Maybe it’s the blood loss talking but you’re really pretty.”

You laughed. “Easy there. Just rest now. I’ll get you a pillow, blanket, and lots of water. You need to drink as much as possible.”

“Thanks. I’m really thirsty.”

After getting him everything he needed, you made sure he didn’t drink too fast and that his water was refilled before saying the hard thing you weren’t sure he would like to hear.

“Hyunjin, you have to go to the hospital.”

He made a face. “Why? You fixed me up. I should be good to go by morning if you don’t mind me crashing at your place for the night.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s not what I meant. You lost a lot of blood. You might need a transfusion. You’ll definitely need an IV bag. I can’t do that here, at least not as effectively as a hospital can-”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He said, taking your hand and squeezing it. “What do I need right now? What can we do right now?”

“Well, keep drinking water. And I might have an IV bag and catheter that we could use…” You mumbled, biting your nails on your other hand.

He nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I don’t want to go to a hospital, not until I’m on my deathbed again. Please, can’t I stay here, just for a little while longer?”

You bit your lip. He couldn’t stay. If the police found out you were harboring a fugitive, you’d get in serious trouble. But in good consciousness, you couldn’t send him on his way. He needed to recuperate, and you knew how to help.

“How much did you steal?”

Hyunjin furrowed his brows. “What?”

“How much did you steal and can you give it back?”

“I can’t give it back! I stole it for a good reason!”

You folded your arms in front of your chest. “Hyunjin, stealing is wrong and I can tell you know that. Whatever it is, we can fix this and you can stay here. But if you’re not going to give it back, I can’t help you anymore. I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean we?” He shot back. “There is no we! It’s just me! I work alone! I don’t need your help, I’ll be just fine on my own!”

Hyunjin tried to stand up, but he fell back to the ground, causing him to curse under his breath. You sighed and held out your hand. “Give me your hand.”

He smacked it away. “No!”

“Hyunjin, listen to me! You lost a lot of blood and you’re going to get sick if you don’t stay and let me take care of you. However, I can’t have you stay here if you’re still on the run. I can’t lose my job. I will let you stay, I will get you back on your feet, I will help you, but you have got to return the things you stole. Can you do that for me?” You explained, staring deep into his like he was only moments before.

He stared at you for what felt like a long time. “I… I don’t know.”

You took his hand again, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. “I know it’s scary but I can help you. I will help you, I promise. But you have to help me first.”

Tears welled in his eyes as he looked at you. “I didn’t want to steal. I really didn’t. But my friend said he knew of a way to get cash fast. And so we started stealing. Just simple pick-pocketing jobs. It was fun, I guess. I liked the adrenaline rush. But then he started to go bigger by stealing from stores and then he wanted to steal from houses. I tried to tell him I wasn’t interested, but he said I was in too deep now. I had to stay with him or he’d stab me for betraying him. Which he did anyway. I didn’t want this. I just wanted to stop living off of scraps and sleeping on the streets.”

Your heart broke at his story. Squeezing his hand, you put your other hand on his cheek and rubbed your thumb over it, clearing some of the dirt on his face. “Hyunjin, let me help you. I can get you out of there. You don’t have to snitch but you won’t have to steal anymore. I can get you a job, you can stay here for as long as you need. All you have to do is give me the things you stole and I’ll return them. I promise to make sure you’re taken care of.”

The tears started to slip down his cheeks and you wiped them away tenderly. “Why? Why are you being so nice to me? I broke into your house! You should be furious! You should be calling the cops! You should have left me to die!”

“Because I am a nurse. It is my job to save lives. And that is exactly what I’m going to do for you, come hell or high water.” You told him. “Do you trust me?”

Hyunjin bit his lip before taking one of his hands and rummaging through the pocket of his pants. He handed you a clump of jewelry and coins. “This is all I took. It’s not much, but I’ll help you return it.”

You smiled at him. “Can you try to stand again? I’m going to help you to my spare bedroom. We’ll get you all situated there and then I’ll start an IV. In the morning, when you have more of your strength, you will write a letter apologizing for what you did and I will hand deliver it. I will convince them some way, somehow to not press charges. Then you can stay here, rebuild your strength and the blood you lost, and then you’ll work to repay your debt. Okay?”

He nodded. Helping him to his feet, you shuffled down the hall to your spare bedroom. He leaned heavily on you which was understandable, but he still managed to stay upright with your help. Eventually you got him into bed and you quickly set a catheter before giving him the IV drip.

“There, that should do it.” You sighed and looked down at the tired boy. “Tomorrow, if you have the strength, you can shower. I’ll get you some new clothes in the morning. You’re lucky I have tomorrow off. You can also make a list of things you like to eat, although I’ll be making sure you eat a lot of iron rich food. You have to get that blood you lost back.”

Hyunjin sniffed. “You really don’t have to be this nice to me. I don’t deserve it.”

You frowned. “And now I’ll be putting you through therapy too.”

“But-”

“No, Hyunjin, listen to me. I am your nurse now, whether you like it or not. I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of because it’s my job. You will repay me back down the road by staying out of trouble and taking care of yourself. You will keep the job I find for you and you will do your fair share of chores around here. You will also work on your mental health so you can have a better life. Have I made myself clear?”

He nodded. “Yes. Crystal.”

“Good. Now, get some rest. You have a lot to do tomorrow.” You made your way out of the room but stopped in the doorway. “Hyunjin, I want you to know, I’m not doing this out of pity or out of duty. I may not have known you for long, but I care about you.”

“Thank you. For everything.”

And with that, you closed the door.

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ᵎ　🍶　⊹ stay on the call, h. hyunjin

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖿! 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇，featuring seungmin，𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 + 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 (𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, babe, darling, princess)，𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇，𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 + 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇，𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇．PARTIALLY EDITED.

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HYUNJIN wasn't the type to get pissed about the little things. He wouldn't care if you accidentally broke one of his favorite mugs or forgot to wipe the counter after brushing you teeth. He wouldn't mind when you were ten minutes late to dates he specifically said would start at 3:00. Hyunjin barely ever raised his voice; the soft spoken boy took his time with you. However, he was the type to get pissed if another man even so much as glanced at you.

He would never admit it out loud but it triggered something almost primal inside of him. And while you almost never noticed it, when you did it was entirely too obvious not to.

He had this demeanor about him when he was jealous. His face would drop and stay that way; his once vibrantly painted irises a shade of black like the charcoal he drew with. Hyunjin's complexion was paler than usual and his eyes almost always were trained between you and whoever was triggering such an audacious reaction. He wasn't proud of it— but even he knew it was true.

Hyunjin is a jealous, jealous man.

So, naturally, when he came home after a long day of work, all he wanted to do was to find you and have his way with your gorgeous body. Hyunjin's had a week, to say the least. Comeback preparations were daunting enough on their own. Days spent between the studio and the dance room, running the stages over and over again until the choreography was drilled into his brain. His throat was tired and so were his legs. Not to even mention the stress he felt. All he needed was his pretty baby who always let him do whatever he wanted. You were obedient and simple like that.

He imagined all the things he'd do; the things he'd whisper against your skin to melt you. How he'd pluck apart your steady persona until you were nothing but a whining, withering mess of nothing for him to play with. Hyunjin reveled in the idea of it. He's seen it a thousand times before yet it always got him going. He lived and, quite frankly, needed that from you right now.

"Seungmin, why're you calling?" Your voice echoed through the cracked door of your shared bedroom. The air suddenly stilled and Hyunjin paused all movements, subconsciously holding his breath. As soon as he heard his members name he was already growing red in the cheeks. What were you doing calling him? What did he want? So many questions raced across his mind at speeds even he couldn't understand. Hyunjin crept through the doorway, seeing that you faced away from him, making an irritated expression at whatever it was that Seungmin was saying to you.

"Really?" You asked again. Hyunjin decided to lean on the doorframe, crossing his arm and resting his jaw. His eyes were steady as he studied your frame, and his heart was thumping like footsteps on cold pavement.

"Oh, you're funny," Your voice was sarcastic as a small smile spread over your full lips, "Why did you really call, dumbass?"

Hyunjin almost laughed at the nickname, composing himself only once he heard you begin to speak again.

"Okay then I'm hanging up," You responded dryly to whatever he said, "What do you mean no? Hyunjin's gonna be home soon I want to see him—"

Hyunjin was beaming at that. He couldn't hear what Seungmin was saying to you but he did gauge your expression. Your eyes soft and your pretty lips in a gorgeous smile as you said his name. Oh, it was addicting to hear.

"You're an idiot, Seung." Hyunjin gritted his teeth. The nickname didn't suit Seungmin at all— in fact he thought Seungmin was a fine name. Hearing you call another man anything but their full name was enough to piss Hyunjin off. Your boyfriend stood seething in the door now, narrowing his eyes at your back, imaging what he wished he was doing right now.

Thinking of a way to wipe that stupid smile off your face; get you all to himself and push the limits of what he thought he was capable of.

His mind flew to your small hand clutching the phone to your ear, your plush thighs bursting out of your house shorts, then your cute tummy and the way your belly button peaked out the bottom of your shirt. Hyunjin's mind was a flood of nasty thoughts; his lips turning upward in a nasty, plotting smile.

"No way... you did not say that to him—" You gasped at the phone, laughing like Seungmin was the funniest man you knew. He wasn't. Hyunjin knew that for a fact. It didn't matter if that was one of his closest friends, someone he trusted like a brother. In this moment all he saw, all he heard was competition, "Seungmin, you're lucky you're still alive after that, god." You laughed again, airily as your fingers trailed along a crease in the bedsheets.

Hyunjin scoffed and began to walk forward; his eyes blinded by an angry red. He swore you were doing this on purpose. Wanting to piss him off. Wanting to make him lose it.

You didn't notice how his knee dipped into the bed, his strong arm reaching toward your body. You jumped at his touch, eyes wide before faltering into soft wells of honey at him. The man you've been longing for all day was right there. His eyes were stern and so were his lips, pressed thin like he was scolding you without saying a single word. You scrunched your eyebrows together, your phone still glued to your ear. Hyunjin blinked between you and the phone, pressing a finger to his lips, telling you in the absence of words to stay quiet.

You tilted you head, obeying despite the confusion. Seungmin was still rambling into your ear, his voice sounding more and more like white noise the more your focus turned to your boyfriend. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was slowly pushing you backward into the bed, his hand on the dip of your stomach, pushing you as low as possible until there was no room to go.

Your eyes studied his movements and his sunk down to your clothed core; fingertips lightly grazing over the soft plush of your thigh. You were silent, biting back questions that you would've asked if Seungmin wasn't on the other line. Hyunjin smirked against your skin already knowing you were frustrated. He could see it in your stare, he could see how you bit your lip and tightly held your phone to your ear. Hyunjin could just barely make out the sound of Seungmin's quick talking on the other side of the line, and clearly he hadn't noticed your silence.

"Keep quiet for me, love," Hyunjin whispered dangerously close to your core, lips brushing against the fabric and simultaneously against your clit. His hands were wandering on every bit of skin they could find; lingering touches and invisible marks that only you'd know of. You had to nod— it wasn't an option.

"Y/N." Seungmin's voice suddenly blew through your ear, loud enough to make you jump against the sheets.

Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you, his big hands pushing your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders. You let out a low hum that could've been mistaken for a response to Seungmin, whispering a small curse as Hyunjin's tongue flattened against your covered pussy.

"I asked if you were listening..." Seungmin reiterated, clearly a little annoyed by your lack of enthusiasm for whatever he had to say. You could have just reached up and hung up without another word, explain it to him later, make up an excuse and dip. But with the way Hyunjin was staring at you, you knew it wasn't an option.

Your boyfriend wanted you like this and, truthfully, it was driving you insane by the second.

"Clearly you're not," Seungmin laughed dryly.

"Ah, no, Seungmin, I am," You were quick to respond as Hyunjin pinched your inner thigh. His fingers pushing the hem of your shorts down, "Just got a bit, um, distracted."

Hyunjin chuckled at this, sliding your pajama shorts down to your ankles and taking in the sight of your panties clinging to your sex, wet with your growing arousal. He blinked up at you, clearly amused by this, to which you shook your head in embarrassment and turned away.

"Distracted?" Hyunjin mumbled as his fingers lightly pressed against your clit, enjoying how you jumped and clasped your thighs against the side of his head, "Put him on speaker, baby.

You obeyed with wobbling hands; Hyunjin grinning as he watched you do so. All the while his fingertips traced hearts into your sensitive clit, pressing occasional kisses against it.

"Tell me again, Seung," You responded quickly, finally getting yourself together. You stared at Hyunjin, then back at the ceiling, the prolonged eye contact making you fizzier than usual, "I-I'm listening."

"Okay..." Seungmin said slowly, audibly confused but continuing otherwise, "Well, I was just saying that I lost my AirPods and I think they might be at Hyunjin's place... and—"

At that point you already tuned him out, placing the phone down beside your head to grab onto Hyunjin's hair. His face was inches— no — centimeters from your cunt, breath hot as it fanned over your body. His fingers dipped into the top of your panties as he played with you underneath the thin material. You mustered up the courage to let out a small whine, barely even audible but Hyunjin still pressed a finger to his lips, grinning like it was the funniest thing in the world. You bit your lip with a slow nod, his finger pushing against the slick of your pussy and rubbing circles into your aching clit.

"I saw this new Chinese place across the street from the company too," Seungmin said, reminding himself as he searched his mind, "I think we should go sometime because they had these, like— I don't know, wonton looking things. I already took the boys—"

Hyunjin looked up at you with his cheek pressing into your thigh, waiting for you to respond as your fingers raked through his messy, dyed hair.

You didn't respond though, too focused on one thing to even bother with a response. Hyunjin rolled his eyes and let his teeth graze your inner thigh, biting into the supple flesh to get your attention.

"You're being rude, sweetheart." His words were shallow and quiet, his training hard on your face. Hyunjin was so cruel for this— and all at once he was heaven-sent.

Complex emotions filled your tummy as you picked up the phone from beside you, shaky hand raising to your ear.

"Sounds g-good, Seung," You hesitated again, "When do you, um, want to go?" Seungmin's sharp breath caught your ear, silence along the other line until he clicked his tongue.

"Are you sure you're okay? You sound shaky?" Seungmin, while clueless, was concerned. His eyebrows raising and lip captured between his teeth. Hyunjin chuckled as he slyly slid your panties down, tongue lapping at your clit with slow, daunting movements. You felt every caliber of his intent. Your toes curling as your hand faltered, almost falling beside your head yet again.

"I'm fine! I promise," Your Voice was louder now as Hyunjin circled your clit, tongue slowly falling to pick at your hole. Slowly his spit began to mix with your slick, the flavor intoxicating, "We should go— go to that restaurant soon, if y-you're down."

Seungmin took a short pause before answering, "Totally. Is Hyunjin home yet?"

Your hand raised to your mouth as the very man in question wrapped his lips around your clit and have it a harsh suck, "No! He's on his way, I think."

"Right," Seungmin gave a short response.

Your eyes squeezed shut, the absence of your vision gave time for stars to flash before your eyes. Your mind slowly began to slip as you lost yours on Hyunjin's skilled tongue. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was taking his time watching your unravel; waiting for the perfect moment to let you cum. He was slow and so meticulous, calculated movements of his twitching tongue.

"Don't stop talking," Hyunjin mumbled against your folds, practically making out with your pussy now.

You were already exhausted, tiny exasperated sighs left your lips every now and then. Hyunjin couldn’t help the smile blooming across his lips; you were just absolutely adorable to him right now. He could tell Seungmin was growing weary, the thought of him somehow catching on to what was happening through the screen shouldn’t have made him as cheerful as it did. But each time he caught the nervous shake in Seungmin’s voice he wanted to laugh. And every time you stifled your own moans Hyunjin wished you hadn’t.

No, Hyunjin definitely wasn’t jealous. But he sure as hell was possessive, and knowing that Seungmin even had the slightest chance of knowing what the two of you were doing, knowing he could never get a taste, a chance, or even a glance at it, that made Hyunjin giddy.

“Keep fucking talking, baby,” Hyunjin moaned against your pussy, not shy about smothering himself with your essence, “You have three seconds or I’m taking the phone.”

Hyunjin watched you, expecting you to grab the phone, to continue talking, to say absolutely anything. But you didn’t. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers got back to work; diligently curling inside of you, hitting that gooey spot.

“One…” Hyunjin watched behind his eyelashes, licking a stripe up your folds. Seungmin’s voice echoed from the call, your name chanting over and over in a question. “Y/N, are you there?” Hyunjin wanted to laugh, “Two…” you would’ve cared— you definitely should’ve cared. Your moans only grew in volume as Hyunjin played with you to his delight. You were sure that now Seungmin could hear you. It was shameful. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not even a little bit. “Three.” Hyunjin clicked his tongue, slipping his fingers out and using his free hand to grab your phone from your dropping, shaking hand.

He placed it to his mouth, lips an inch from the speaker as he began, “Sorry, Seungmin, she’s being so rude right now, isn’t she?”

Seungmin stuttered for a second, “Hyunjin? What—?”

Your chest heaved as Hyunjin snickered, shaking his head as his eyes met yours. Seungmin knew, he wasn’t fucking stupid. Hyunjin brought his pointer finger to your clit and rubbed it so tediously, so slow. It brought tears to your eyes.

“She’s busy,” Hyunjin explained, “I’m sure you knew that already,” Seungmin let out a shaky breath, “You could stay on the phone or hang the fuck up if you want, I don’t really care,” Hyunjin brought the phone to your lips again, “Say something, princess.”

You opened your mouth, jaw widening as Hyunjin pressed harder into you, pinching your clit now, drawing out those melodic sounds he loved. Seungmin probably loved them too.

“M’ sorry, Seung— oh!” You gripped the pillow beside your head, “Can— can we call later?”

Seungmin was silent but over the sound of your own heartbeat, you could hear his soft groans and sharp breaths.

“Oh, baby, I think he wants to stay,” Hyunjin sneered, kissing your inner thigh as he set the phone down, “Let’s let him enjoy himself, yeah?”

You meekly nodded, slowly edging closer to your orgasm as you mumbled an okay while Seungmin let out a wobbly yes.

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storytowrite · 10 months

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|My cousin’s fiancé ~ Hwang Hyunjin|

Paring: Hwang Hyunjin x reader

Genre: smut Warnings: swearings, little angst, sex but with a condom, mention of cheating, mention of alcohol, fingering

Word Count: 3,810

Summary: Who knew that cheating on one person can lead to a very pleasant event between two people?

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‘Shit! Please, again? What is wrong with me today?’ You asked yourself looking at the already red arm. You were focused on your phone and didn’t see the glass window that you bumped into, instead of crossing the door.

‘Are you okay, miss?’ You’ve heard the butler’s voice who looked at you concerned.

‘Yes, yes… I’m okay… thank you’ you answered and went straight to sit at the couch in the living room. You again focused on your cell phone and the news that you were reading.

Apparently the Hwang Corporation, a leading company into the research and development industry, had a new CEO. Every single magazine was writing about the big news. You rolled your eyes. They were praising him as if he was at least the duke.

Hwang Hyunjin, the new big boss, was well known among all the investors and businessmen in the whole city. He was charming, tall, flirty and… painfully handsome. Every single woman in the whole industry was dreaming about him.

And you? You hated him with your whole heart. For you he was just a douchebag who decided to fuck your cousin and then propose to her. So you were forced to see him every single celebration day or gala that your family had been organising.

You two couldn’t get along since the beginning of your acquaintance. You didn’t know why though, you just hated him, and he hated you - or at least that was what you thought. In your eyes he was just a spoiled kid, who happened to be rich and nothing more. Maybe it was you, or maybe it was his attitude, you didn’t know.

You rolled your eyes while reading another magazine title. ‘The new CEO of the Hwang Corporation has a fiancé!’ How thrilling you thought to yourself with the sarcasm. You were sure that your cousin, May, was very excited and enjoyed every mention of her.

In your eyes May was just as spoiled as Hyunjin. She would always show how rich she was. She didn’t finish school and was unemployed. But yet, your family has always compared you to her. They were telling you how successful she is or how beautiful she was. And you were so sick and tired of it. It felt like you weren’t respected at all. You sighed quietly and were about to go to the kitchen to make some late dinner, when your phone suddenly rang.

‘Hello?’ You answered it immediately.

‘Oh, hello sweetheart. How are you?’ You heard your mother’s voice from the other side. ‘Have you seen the news?’

‘Yes mom, I have.’ You sighed. ‘Why are you calling? Is everything all right?’

‘Yes, yes darling. Everything’s fine. In fact, everything is perfect… your cousin, May, is doing a small garden party, and wanted me to ask you if you would come?’

‘Oh, right… what’s the occasion?’

‘She wanted to celebrate Hyunjin’s promotion of being a CEO’ Your mother said and you could feel how proud she was of him, even if he wasn’t related to her in any way.

‘Yeah, nah… I don’t have time for May’s tea party, sorry mom…’

‘But you have to come! Y/N don’t act like a spoiled brat.’ There it was, your mother’s typical attitude. You rolled your eyes. ‘I’m sure that you don’t have anything important to do anyway… The party is on Friday. Don’t make me disappointed, again.’

‘Yes, sure mom… I will come.’ You sighed. You weren’t in a mood to hear all the bad things she was going to say if you wouldn’t agree. ‘Sorry mom, I have to go… We’ll see at the party.’ You hung up and threw your phone to the couch.

You hated your family and they hated you, so the feeling was mutual. Ever since you could remember, your mother was a demanding yet cruel person. At least to you. You were the youngest daughter and had two older brothers, who were twins, and your mother loved them more than anything else. She thought that you would also be a son, as she wished. So when it turned out that instead of the third son, she would have had a daughter she wasn’t pleased.

Your grandfather’s will added fuel to the fire. Your grandfather was the only person that actually cared about you. So when he died, you were devastated. He left the will, in which he concluded that the heir of his whole legacy, would be you. He left you all of his money and his businesses. He knew that you were the only one who would take the proper care of it. After all, he had prepared you to take over his role as a CEO of the Kwon Group.

So yes, you were a successful business woman. You knew how to do business and the Kwon Group has grown to be irreplaceable and indestructible under your leadership. You carried out all of your grandfather’s plans and also some of yours as well and you were well-known in the business world. And for a twenty-seven year old that was a great achievement.

But yet, your family didn’t respect you at all. After hearing the will of your grandfather all of them turned their backs on you. Your brothers were jealous, your mother was dissatisfied and the rest of the family just stopped talking to you. So you had everything, the money, the business, the title. But you felt lonely.

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Friday night came soon. You didn't expect that the time could pass that quickly. In one second you were talking to your mom on the phone and at the other you were preparing yourself for the garden party.

You put on a long, floral dress with a subtle corset that emphasised your slender figure. The neckline perfectly exposed your collarbones and showed your breasts sensually and subtly enough. You wore high-heels sandals on your feet. You did light make-up that emphasised your cheekbones and you put red lipstick on your lips. You looked into your reflection in the mirror and smiled to yourself. You were ready.

You arrived at May's property just in time. A small garden party in her mind was at least for one hundred people. You put a smile number five on your face and went straight to the garden deciding that you will go back home after about two hours. You weren’t in the mood for the parties.

You looked around. The garden was full of people. Some of them you knew, but some were new. You didn’t want to start a conversation with anyone, so you just stood at the back of the garden, next to the table with alcohol and snacks. You’ve decided to not talk to anyone. You just had to show yourself to your mother and May and you could go back to your penthouse.

“Oh My God! Y/N you don’t know how happy I am to see you!” Suddenly you heard your cousin’s high, sugary sweet voice. “I’m really glad that you actually came.”

“Yeah… Nice to see you May… And, nice party.” You said smiling at her.

“Ah yeah, you know Hyunjin got promoted, so I decided that we have to celebrate that. Isn’t that great though?”

“Yup, it is I guess…” You shrugged.

“And also I wanted to thank you.” She continued. “If it wasn’t for you, Hyunjin wouldn’t get a promotion. His father wanted to promote his cousin…”

“What are you talking about, May?” You looked at her confused.

“Well… your mom told us that you will sell all your shares to me and him so the Hwang Corporation will take over the Kwon Group? You know, so both companies will merge or something.” She shrugged. “That’s why Hyunjin’s father promoted him.”

“Wait, what?! But I’m not going to sell you anything, May.” You said being in pure shock. “What the actual fuck is that? I have never said that I will do it.”

“But your mom said…”

“But my mother is not a CEO nor does she work for me. I’ll repeat myself, just to be clear. I. Am. Not. Selling. Anything. To. You. And. Your. Fiancé.”

“You don’t have to be rude, Y/N.” You’ve heard your mother’s voice behind you. “Look at poor May, her eyes are in tears now. How could you…?”

“How could I? What the fuck? Mom, you lied to May and Hyunjin and now you expect me to be kind?” You said angrily. “Look, I don’t know what you think you are, but I’m not going to sell my shares. Why did you say I will do it?”

“Because you should share with your family. Don’t be such a brat Y/N. May is your cousin.”

“Well, I don’t fucking care! You have no right to decide whether I sell my shares or not!” You raised your voice, so a lot of people in the garden now looked at you and the scene. “I’m leaving, but believe me that I will take legal action against you if you try to do it again, do you understand?” You added and went straight to the exit.

You were furious and didn’t expect that your mother would actually do something like that. She decided for you. She wanted you to lose all of your company and you couldn’t understand why. You called for your butler who was also a driver and sat on the ground.

You felt tears forming in your eyes. You were angry but also hurt. You knew your mother didn’t love you, but that was too much. You sighed and wiped tears from your cheeks. Many emotions swirled inside you. You took a small pack of cigarettes from your purse and you lit one.

The smoke from the cigarette filled your lounges. You started to cough. You weren’t a smoker and didn’t smoke at all. The small pack you kept in your purse was just for an emergency. An emergency like that.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” You’ve suddenly heard the male voice behind you. You didn’t have to turn to know who he was.

“You don’t know a lot about me and let’s leave it at that.” You rolled your eyes.

“May I?” He asked and reached out for a cigarette. You gave him one.

“What do you want Hyunjin?” You asked. “I’m not going to sell…”

“Don’t worry. I’ve heard your argument with your mom. I don’t want to buy your shares… actually I wanted to apologise.”

“Apologise?” You blinked.

“Yeah… I guess someone has to? I think that your mother crossed the line. Also, it's not true that I got promoted because she promised your shares to my father.” He said and looked at you with a corner of his eye.

“Oh… thank you I guess?” You said but didn’t dare to look at him.

“…And…” He started. “I would like to meet you tomorrow. Or next week if you want to have a free weekend. But I wanted to do some business with your company and…”

“Okay.” You sighed. “We can meet tomorrow… But if you try to make me sell my shares…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He smiled at you. “Tomorrow then. Meet me at noon in Yongbok’s restaurant.”

“Of course, your friend’s restaurant.” You rolled your eyes. “But okay… Tomorrow then.” You said and your car just arrived. “Say my goodbyes Hyunjin.” You got in your car and went to your penthouse. You started wondering what was the business that Hyunjin wanted to talk about.

The next day you woke up early and unable to sleep a little longer decided to dress up and go for a walk before the meeting. You were a little bit nervous. You didn’t know what Hyunjin wanted from you.

The time passed quickly and before you could even blink there was the time to meet Hyunjin at Yongbok’s restaurant. You went to the meeting and stood in front of it. You took a small mirror from your purse and fixed your make-up. Then you entered the restaurant.

You looked around looking for him. He wasn’t there or you just couldn’t find him. You sighed and were about to leave when you heard a low voice.

“Hello Y/N.” You’ve heard. “Long time no see, huh?”

“Hi Yongbok.” You smiled at the man standing in front of you. The last time you’ve seen him was on May's birthday two years ago. You weren’t close friends, but he was always kind to you. Back then you spent almost the whole night together. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, thanks. And please, call me Felix… all my friends call me that.” He smiled. “You came here to meet with Hyunjin, didn't you? Come, he’s waiting.”

“Huh? Where? I couldn’t see him…”

“Ah yes, because he’s at the VIP room.” Felix winked.

You followed Felix to the VIP room where apparently Hyunjin was waiting for you. You entered the room and the door suddenly closed behind you. You jumped slightly at the sudden noise.

“Hello Y/N. I’m glad that you actually came.” You heard Hyunjin’s voice. The room was a little dark inside but you could see his silhouette. “Please, take a seat.”

“Why did you want to meet Hyunjin? And why are we sitting here, in the VIP room?” You asked, sitting in front of him.

“Well… here we will have more privacy… and also, May is probably cheating on me so I wanted to check if that’s true.” He explained.

“Okay… why is it connected with me?” You asked, lifting your eyebrow.

“Well, she’s cheating with one of your managers so I thought that you should know.” He looked at you. “Also, you look pretty today.” He winked. You blinked twice and looked confused at him.

“Look Y/N… in this room nobody in the restaurant can see us, but we can see them all. Come, sit next to me and I’ll show you…” He said and you did as he asked and sat next to him. Then he pulled back the blinds and you saw the whole restaurant below you. You looked at him and then at the restaurant and blinked. You didn’t expect that something like that was even possible. “See? There is May and your Manager.”

“Yes… I see… But she shouldn’t know him. Seonghwa is the main finance and risk manager. I was actually going to promote him, he has access to all the information and…” Then it hit you. Your mother and May must have been planning to take over your company and with Seonghwa’s help they could easily do it. “I’m going to fire him…”

“Don’t act rashly, Y/N.” Hyunjin said and winced when he saw May kissing Seonghwa. “I’m going to break up with her though.”

“What should we do now?” You asked, looking at him.

“Well I want revenge… After all, I proposed to her and she is cheating… She hates you, you know?”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Mr Hwang.” You rolled your eyes.

“Uh, that sounds sexy…” He muttered under his breath. “Anyway, she hates you, so what if we go there together and act like we are a secret couple or something?”

“I don’t know if I want to do that. I don’t like you…”

“And yet you came to meet me.” He winked. “Come on, please?” He looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Ok, fine…” You agreed. “Let’s do this and then we’ll go our separate ways.”

“As you wish.” He smiled. You both stood up and went straight to the main room where the regular guests were. Before you entered the door Hyunjin grabbed you by your waist and pulled closer to him. “Did I tell you that you smell beautiful?” He asked and you felt that your cheeks instantly changed their colour to red.

“T-thank you… You too…” You said quietly but he could hear you. He smiled at you and you both passed by your cousin and ex manager. May instantly spotted the two of you.

“Hyunjin? Y/N what are you doing here?” She asked.

“Oh, May… I haven’t seen you.” Hyunjin looked at her and smiled a little. “Who is your friend?”

“Just a friend. What are you doing here with Y/N?” She looked confused.

“Oh, right… Well, that’s a little awkward. I should have told you earlier but…”

“Are you cheating on me with her?!” She busted.

“Yes.” Hyunjin said without any hesitation. “And you are cheating on me with him, don’t you?”

“B-but Hyunjin… it’s not… I-I…”

“Please May, don’t, we are over, you know?” Hyunjin said calmly. “You can keep the ring though.”

“And Seonghwa.” You finally spoke. “You are fired.” That was the only thing you said.

“Can we?” Hyunjin asked you and the two of you left holding each other's hands.

You were impressed how calm he was all the time. He didn’t hesitate at all. You looked at him with the corner of your eye. He was really handsome. He deserved the ‘prince’ title. You started wondering how it was possible that such a handsome man existed and was on earth among normal human beings. He definitely had some godly genes.

You looked down, your hands were still intertwined. You smiled at yourself. It was a nice feeling after all. You focused on his long fingers and started imagining them inside you. Then you quickly shook your head to forget all the unwanted thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” He broke the silence which formed between the two of you.

“N-nothing…” You stuttered. “You can stop holding my hand though…”

“I know, but I don’t want to.” He smiled a little. “Do you want to maybe grab a drink? I’m not sure if I want to go back to my house now…”

“Hm… okay. We can go to a bar or something.” You shrugged. Hyunjin smiled widely and the two of you went to the nearest bar.

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After a few drinks you felt a little tipsy. You spent a pretty good evening with Hyunjin. Apparently he was not a douchebag as you thought before. He was such a nice gentleman. You had fun with him. A lot of fun actually.

“Careful.” Hyunjin said as you tried to stand up from your seat. “Are you alright Y/N?” He asked. He didn’t drink as much as you.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine…” You smiled at him. “I’ll order another drink… Do you want something too?”

“No, thank you, and I think that you had enough.” He said. “Let me drive you home.”

“But I don’t want to.” You whined.

“Come on Y/N.” He walked you out of the bar and took you to his car. His driver drove the two of you to your penthouse.

The whole way to your home was silent. You didn’t want to say anything, not feeling much sober. Hyunjin also didn’t want to say a word. After all, you two weren’t even close. Little did you know that he wished you would.

He helped you get out of his car and walked you to the front door of your penthouse. You looked at him in the elevator. His long, black hair was perfectly styled. He looked like he was out of the cover of the most exclusive magazine.

The two of you stood in front of your door.

“Are you going to open?” He asked.

“Are you going to come in?” You answered the question with the question and opened the door. You invited him. He entered your apartment and scanned everything, then his eyes landed on you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“You want something to drink or…” You weren’t able to finish the sentence as Hyunjin's lips were suddenly on yours. You blinked before you fully gave in to the feeling. His lips were velvety and juicy. You didn't expect the kiss though. It wasn’t just a kiss it was aggressive and sensual at the same time.

He didn’t give you time to process what actually was happening. You totally gave in. Your hands were all over his body and you started to unbutton his shirt. He smiled at you and pulled you closer to himself, kissing your neck.

He pushed your hands away and pulled the belt from his pants to tie it around your wrists. Then he lifted you and found the way to your bedroom where he laid you on the bed and stripped himself. Then he leaned over you and smiled slightly.

“Can I take your dress off, sweetheart?” He asked and when you nod he unbuttoned your dress and took it off of your body. He smiled widely as he found out that you didn’t wear any bra today.

His hands grabbed your boobs and squished them gently. You let out a soft moan which made Hyunjin smile again. Then his lips attacked your nipples, biting them gently.

Unable to touch him you started to wiggle under his touch. Your moans become louder and louder. He had all the control and he was in no hurry.

“Hyunjin please.” You whined, moving your legs as you felt the wetness between them.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He asked licking his lips and looking straight in your eyes.

“I want you.” You cried out.

“Hm… not yet, sweetheart. Let me taste you first.” He answered and kissed you again. Then he moved from your lips across your whole body and licked his lips once again before he spread your legs wide open and kissed your clit. You let out a soft groan as his tongue started playing with you. He ate you out and led you to the orgasm that hit you instantly and hard. Then he pulled off. “You taste sweet.” He smiled, licking his lips. “Are you ready to feel me?” He asked as you nod and tried to calm your breathing. “Good girl.”

Suddenly you felt his long fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan. He started moving his hand slowly and added another long finger inside you. His thumb was rubbing your clit. The only thing you could do, was wriggling and moaning.

“Hyunjin, please!” You cried out.

“I like when you beg.” He said and pulled off his hand. He put a condom on his member and slipped into you. You both left a loud groan. Hyunjin started to move inside you. He set a fairly fast pace and his movements were strong. You both didn’t last long and the orgasm hit the both of you at the same time.

Hyunjin laid down next to you panthing and smiled. You looked at him and smiled back. You both didn’t need any words because your eyes said everything that had to be said. He pulled you closer and hugged you tightly.

Since that night everything had changed.

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