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mayaflowerxs · 2 years

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GLASSES & JEALOUSY

Synopsis: You’re in a great relationship w/ the team captain Mark Lee. But there’s something keeping you two from moving forward, a hint of jealousy and the old childhood friend.

Warning: Smut! Like lots of it. Bit of angst and harassment involved. Obsessive behavior, stuck up kid, complications, jealousy , neglect, Creampie, choking, use of ‘baby’ & more. Religion involvement. Corruption kink. (It’s literally so bad I’m so sorry!)

Pairing: Mark x shy ‘innocent’ reader

Read this first to better understand -> YANGYANG

Series Masterlist: 90’s Love Franchise

“Fuck Mark!”

You yell out in ecstasy. Eyes rolled back, hands gripped on the sides of the sink. Legs wrapped around your boyfriends who’s currently balls deep in you. Your glasses slowly falling off of your face. Oh god just seeing you like this had Mark coming right then and there. The adrenaline rush becoming too much for him.

He absolutely loves how fucked out you look because of him. You see you’re like the school’s it girl. Highest grades of the entire school. Never once missed school nor gotten any referrals of any kind. The sweetest and some might even say the most ‘innocent’ girl in the campus. You can do no harm and will do anything to help others. All you want is to go to your dream university and live a great life because of education. Yeah no. When Mark set his eyes on you it was in the 9th grade. He just got into the team but in order to get himself situated he had to hand his forms into the coach who was at the time printing more scouting papers, who would later file them into the school system. When entering he saw you in there reading. He didn’t know who you were since you came from a different middle school.

It all progressed when he started asking around and later figured out who you were. Your name stuck in his head. And when he learned more about you his fantasy in becoming friends with you and maybe even be more than friends progressed. His dream came true when you two became friends by the end of the year and spent all summer hanging out. He was your first and took his absolute time with you. Making his goal to taint each and every part of you one by one. He loves how cute and adorable you get when it comes to your studies and passion for your future. But it becomes so overbearing he has to fuck the overwhelming feeling into your poor little pussy. And now here you two are.

In the 11th grade with him fucking your brains out in the shower rooms. Mark just won yet another game the fourth time in a row and is currently celebrating it with you having your walls tightly wrapped around him. “God I love your cute ass” he whispers into your ear. Nose colliding into yours as he pounds into you harder. Your tiny moans filling into his ears as it only encourages him more to have you sobbing for him. “Markie it’s too much baby.” Your mewls barely go heard. Growling, he pulls your shirt down and proceeds to suck your tits. Making sure to have your chest filled with marks everywhere. A reminder for the next time he has you this way how good he fucked you the previous time.

“Markie!” You gasp, arms wrapped around him tightly as your orgasm gets the best out of you. “Yes baby. Fuck I love you, god I love that sweet cunt of yours.” He rants. Feeling delirious the more he fucks his orgasm into you. “Shit. Shit!” Attaching his mouth into your neck as his load explodes into the condom. Both of you guys breathing heavily as sweat consumes you guys. Pulling him off of your shoulder, you pull him eagerly into a kiss. Loving those sweet lips that makes you dizzy for more. Pulling back slowly, his once lustful eyes are back to his cute dorky self. “Cutie” he mumbles softly. Giggling, you become shy and hide your face in the crook of his neck. Laughing, feeling his chest rumble softly. He sets you down softly. Planting a loving kiss to your temple.

“We better get going. One of the guys might come in. Don’t want them seeing you like this.” Nodding, you start to dress yourself up. In the mirror, you see yourself. Hair disheveled but makeup still on point. Fixing it a bit you also fix the position that your glasses were currently like. Pulling up your skirt and short sweater that showed a bit of the hickies Mark left you. Smiling contently when you feel your baby’s arms wrap around you. Kissing your shoulders softly. “Why must you wear such revealing clothes?” He asks you in mumbles. Catching it still, you snort and turn to face him. “What?” “You just look so damn ravishing it’s hard to not fuck that cute pussy of yours.” Smacking his chest you scold him, “Mark!” “What? I’m just saying. You know I don’t lie baby.” “Yes but do you have to be so blunt and bold?” “Baby I just fucked you in the shower room and you’re worried that I’m being too bold?” Lost for words, you shrug your shoulders and cuddle yourself into his chest.

He laughs and hugs you tightly. “Just wish you wouldn’t wear this type of clothing” he tells you. Lifting a bit of your skirt, getting a peek at your red thong. Holding back a groan and eyes rolling to the back to his head. “Does it bother you that much?” “No, but the guys at school are pigs, who knows what they’re thinking when they see you.” “So you’re embarrassed of me?” You tell him slowly. Pulling back to face him. “No! Of course not it’s just you know how the boys in school are-“ “And I need to change because of how the boys act? It’s not my fault the male species are pigs and can’t be decent people for once.” “Baby don’t take it the wrong way-“ “Mark have you seen the way girls behave towards you? They kiss each and every floor tile you’ve ever stepped on. The way they drool over you when you take your gear off and your stomachs gets exposed for like a second yet you don’t change your ways.”

“Yeah but that’s different-“ “Different?” “Baby please hear me out-“ “You know Mark I don’t understand really. You don’t want me wearing these sorts of clothes because you’re afraid boys might think dirty things of me or try to do something to me. Yet it’s not a problem when girls do it? Have you ever stopped to think how I feel? How you don’t seem to care when they do the same thing you’re afraid guys will do to me?” Going quiet, you scoff and pick up your bag off the ground. “Call me when you’re done being hypercritical.” Walking out the shower rooms. You make your way out. Ignoring his calls after you. Getting in your car, you quickly get out of the lot before he reaches your vehicle. Seeing a hurtful looking Mark in front of the stadium.

After hours since you got home to an empty house, you hear your door bell ring. Getting out of your seat from your current studying. You go down the stairs and open the door only to be met by a regretful Mark in frame. A clear vase with stickers filled with pretty cosmos. A bag of gooddies hanging on his arm. “Forgive me please?” Grabbing the vase from him, you let him in and close the door behind him. Walking past him and into the kitchen, where you add a bit of water for your favorite flowers and leave them by the window sink. Turning around, there stood a pouty Mark. Face to face where they were only centimeters away. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to offend you and I know I wasn’t being fair to you. I just worry for you and don’t want you to get hurt by those jerks. I’m also sorry for not doing anything when girls do that to me I promise I won’t let them get away with it-“ cutting him off, you wrap an arm around his head and pull him into you.

Dropping the back of food on the floor, he grabs your waist and picks you up. Arms underneath your bottom as you deepen the kiss. A sigh leaves his mouth, already have missed your lips. Pulling away when you guys were running out of breath. “So…am I forgiven?” Giggling, you nod and kiss his nose. “Yes you big awkward baby.” Rubbing noses with him, he chuckles and flashes you that cute smile you fell so madly in love with. “Good because I couldn’t go on with my day knowing you were upset with me.” “Well i’m not anymore.” “Want to Netflix and Chill?” He asks you, wiggling his brows at you. You laugh and smack his shoulder. “Get those dirty ideas out of your head!” “I can’t you’re too hot to not think this way. So…yeah?” Biting your lip, you nod at him. Not needing any verbal words. He sets you on the ground and picks up the bag of food.

Squealing when he picks you up suddenly. Legs on his shoulders as he runs up the stairs and into your room. Closing it behind him and plops you onto the bed. Grabbing your remote, he gets comfortable in your bed and turns on the tv while you go through the bag he brought. He knew exactly your favorite kinds of snacks and bought each and every single one of them including his jersey. “What?” Showing it to him, he looks over and sees you holding his shirt. “Oh yeah, I know how much you love wearing my jersey and since I had to wear it today, I washed it and brought it back so you can continue wearing it.” He says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Leaning over, you kiss his cheek. Not seeing them turn a slight shade of pink because you began to take off your shirt. That same groan he held back earlier wanting to erupt again when he saw your matching red bra. Putting on his jersey, you threw your shirt on your dirty basket of clothes. Climbing on Mark’s lap in which he swallows. Eyes rested on you. “You do know that we haven’t gone to the Netflix part yet right?” Laughing, you couldn’t contain it, snuggling him in kisses he laughs with you and hugs you tightly.

“God I love you, you know that?”

“Sure do handsome”

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“Mark my p-parents - oh fu- Are here.” You say in between gasps. Jersey lifted to reveal your bra, in Mark’s fists as he has you pinned onto the bed. With a rapid pace he is ramming into you. His chain dangling, every once and a while coming contact with your cheek.

Not being able to get through the movie you two chose to watch. “Come on baby, cum for me.” He says. Breath hitched as he concentrates in satisfying his baby and him. Ignoring the fact that your parents were home and most likely going to check up on you. Mouth wide open as you became lost for words. “Markie we’re going to get caught-“ feeling your orgasm hit you, legs wrap tightly around his waist as he grabs your wrists and interlocks his hands with yours. In your ear, he mumbles how good you’re taking him. “Y/n sweetie! We’re home!” You hear your mother call out to you from down the hall. “Markie-“ “Fuck baby I’m coming shit!” He whispers.

“Hi sweetie!”

“H-Hi mom!” You tell her. Opening the door to your room in which you are on your bed. The movie still playing and your snacks displayed out on your bed. “Having a movie night?” “Yep, thought I should treat myself tonight.” “I’m glad, me and your father brought Chinese food if you want some?” “I’m okay thank you.” “Of course it’ll be on the counter if you want it later. Is that a jersey?” “Oh yeah, my favorite team” You tell her nervously. “And Mark I’m assuming is your favorite player?” “Yep!” “That’s nice, well I’ll let you back to your movie and snacks. Night sweetie.” “Night mom!” closing the door behind her, you let out the breath you had held in. Mark crawls out from under your bed. Smirking as he climbs back onto the bed he just fucked you in.

“Oh no mister no more dirty humping for today.” Whining, he gets under the blankets and cuddles. “But not even-“ “No” “How about if I eat you o-“ “Mark!” You scold him in whispers. “Alright fine but tomorrow if I’m horny can’t promise you I can keep it down.” “Markie if you wake up with blue balls and close to tears I might just think about it.” Huffing, “So I’m your favorite player huh?” “Actually no it’s Sungchan but since I don’t have his jersey -ouch!” Feeling him smack your bum when he heard you mention Sungchan he holds you tightly and kisses your jawline. “I’m kidding baby” you snicker at him. “You better be. Can’t be naming my teammates especially when I just fucked you in my jersey.” Blushing, you looked away from him.Giggling at you, he runs a hand through your hair and feeds himself. “So cute.” Ending the night with a cuddling boy in your arms.

In a hurry, you rush into the corridors of the school. Always liking to get to school a little earlier than most kids arriving 10 minutes before the bell rings was already late for you. Rushing to your locker you huff as you try to open it. Frowning when it wouldn’t budge you begin to tug at it, “Open” you say underneath your breath. “Left baby.” You hear your boyfriends voice come from behind. Furrowing your brow you step aside as he opens your locker for you. “Since when have you known my code?” “Since that pretty little head of yours tends to have trouble holding in anymore info.” With a smile you boop his nose and begin grabbing the items needed for your first period. Feeling his arms wrap around your waist he nuzzled his head in your shoulder. Rocking the both of you slowly side to side. “Is there something you want to tell me babe?” Closing the locker behind you, books propped against your chest.

Gladly taking them out of your arms, Mark holds your stuff as he leans in and pecks a kiss on your lips. Cheeks becoming rosy as you still aren’t too used to the affection. No matter how long you two have been together you still can’t get over how flustered you get when he shows you affection. Mark wasn’t seen as the type. And even before you two dated you thought Mark wasn’t into you by how distant he was. As if there was a border between you two. The first ever pda he showed you was right before he asked you to be his girlfriend. Rubbing away the ice cream on your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you. Even the memory of it still has your stomach all tingling. Propping your nose higher on your nose, you mutter a small thank you to him.

“Remember the newest friend I made yesterday?” “Oh yeah who helped knock some sense into you?” With a short chuckle he nods. “Can you uh, help her fit in with us? I mean given that you’re one of the few girls in the group and I know she’ll need a new girl friend and all, I mean that’s if you’re totally fine with that. I don’t want you to think you have to or anything-“ pecking his cheek you giggle and nod. “So cute when you ramble.” Groaning he turns away from you. “Y/n!” “What?” You laugh. Seeing how shy and nervous he gets when you return the affection, not really handling it well which results in him to become pouty. “Okay where can I meet her?” “Her locker should be somewhere near the entrance.” Nodding you go to grab your books from him but it only results in him backing away. “I’ll take these.“ “But-“ “Nothing. We have first period together so you go get yourself a friend and I’ll see you in a few okay?” Nodding you smile at him as you part ways with him.

“Since when do you bring your stuff with you minutes before the bell?” Jeno raises his brow. “Oh come on Jeno don’t be so slow. Don’t you see how nice and organized the notebooks are? Mark couldn’t have done that.” Scoffing at Ten he sets the books down and takes a seat next to the guys. Haechan and Sungchan were currently out on the grass playing a simple game of catching and throwing a football. Picking up one of the notebooks, Winwin reads it out loud. “Y/n.” “Aww!“ Haechan says loudly. “So cute you’re even carrying her stuff, my boy is whipped!” He screams, shaking his hands in adoration. “Shut it.” Mark huffs. Having to put up the rest of the minutes with their constant teasing he rushes out as soon as the bell rings. Shaking his head when he hears them say, ‘Go Jack! Run to Rose!’

“So how’d it go?” Mark asks setting your stuff down. Having seats next to each other you look up at him with a pleased smile. “She’s sitting with us at lunch.” Tilting your head to the side and flashing him a smile. A habit you do when you’re content. Chuckling he nods, “I’m glad you two got along.” “Baby?” “Yeah?” “You’re books…” looking down at his desk the realization that he forgot his stuff at the locker settled in. Jumping out of his seat, “Oh shit!” Running past the teacher who had just entered, freezing mid greeting when he looks at his student rush out the classroom in confusion. Looking back at you which he knew he spent most of his time with, you only sit back in your seat and giggle.

“Markie we have to go back.” You whimper. Trying to push him back and walk out, he grips his hold on either side of you. Caging you as he continues to assault your neck. “We still have three more minutes.” “Yes but we need to get our stuff and go to lunch. You know I have to find my new profound friend-“ gasping when Mark picks you up and puts his crotch against your heat. “Feel that my love?” He whispers low enough for you to hear. “You did that.” You felt dirty. You shouldn’t be doing this. The fact that this isn’t the first time is even more wrong. You go to church, the people there see you as goodie two shoes and now here you are making out with the ice hockey team captain. You should be shoving away and say to wait til after school but the proximity of being so close to him can send you haywire. Head fuzzy as all you feel is lust. “Don’t you want me?” He asks you in a low tone. Whimpering as he puts more pressure on you. You wanted him but the many risks you guys had taken was too many. But you wanted him close, you wanted his mouth all over you.

“Markie your mouth.” “What about it baby? Say it. Say what’s on your mind.” Seeing the smirk on his face he expected you to beg him to do something to you. While on campus he’s seen as this dominant guy. Who knows what he wants and will fight for it. Knows how to take control and won’t put up with anyones bull. Whereas at home he becomes this pup who constantly wants your attention. Pouting when you don’t say ‘I love you’ back quickly after he says it. Lifting up your shirt, you pull your bra down. Mark’s breathing becoming raggedy as soon as you reveal your breasts in front of him. Brushing a hand through his hair you lift his chin to look at yours. That damn innocent look that’s naturally there on your face looking at his heated face. “Please suck me.” You plead him. With a groan, he feels his pants tighten. Most definitely getting blue balls.

Without another say. He leans his head down and begins sucking on your tits. Squeezing the other to give it an equal amount of attention. Slowly grinding into you as he only gets more sexually frustrated. Sucking harder and harder the more he thinks about fucking his cock in between your tits. Your moans getting louder, he looks up at you. The stern look he gives at his team mates to quit it was thrown at you. The small custodian room can only hold so much noise. Mouth wide open when he flicks his tongue on your nipple. Hickies forming everywhere, hearing the bell ring you whine. You wanted more time with him. God damn it you wanted him to fuck you right then and there but that couldn’t be possible. “Come on Mark-“ a sound of disapproval when you try to pull him off you. Pulling you closer with his arms as he as he buries himself in your breasts.

When he felt content that is when he pulls away. A proud smile on his face when he sees you tired out, chest heaving as there were beautiful purple marks on your chest. Cupping your face he kisses your face gently. “My baby.” He coos. Helping you to fix yourself up you two walk out after making sure no one was around.

“What’s going on?” You ask Mark. Both girls rush out while a confused Yangyang stands alone. Mark shakes his head, if only his friend really got the hint. “What?” Yangyang asks him. “And I thought I was slow.” Tilting his head at your boyfriend. Mark turns to you and smiles at you warmly. Pulling you in his lap as you happily ate your lunch. Kissing your shoulder gently while conversing with the guys. “Jeno gimme.” You huff when he keeps snatching a utensil out of your tray. Chuckling he continues to pester you. Finding humor in your annoyance. Wincing when he feels a kick on his shin. Looking over and seeing your boyfriend continue to talk with the other guys as if he wasn’t the one who kicked Jeno. Finding it boring, Jeno gives your stuff back and finishes up the homework needed to be due in math. “Still struggling?” Scoffing he nods. “You don’t know it.” “Why don’t you ask your best friend?” Shaking his head softly as he stares at his nails. “She’s too busy with her boyfriend. Wouldn’t even have the time.” He says with a sigh. It was no news that Jeno has had the biggest crush on his girl best friend but it seems that she’s never returned the feelings. Boyfriend after boyfriend he had to come face to and never once was he one of them. What really broke him is when he accidentally walked in on her and her boyfriend making out. It still hurts him but his only way to cope is to imagine him being in her boyfriends shoes. Him being the one to make out with her and love her.

With sadden eyes you reach over and rest your hand on top of his. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes. How heart breaking it would be to see Mark with other girls and never once seeing you as an option. A potential crush even. Mark didn’t need an explanation to know what you were thinking, with a hand rubbing your side you look back at him and see him sending you a soft warm filled smile. Returning it, you blow him a kiss and continue eating.

Jogging onto the park grounds. You rush to the swings, in a race to beat Mark to them. “I won! You’re slow.” You shake your head in fake disappointment. With a smug look, he accepts the defeat. He knew obviously if he were to actually try, you wouldn’t even make it to the grass while he had already gotten to the swings. Love seeing the pure happiness on you was all he ever cared for. Strived for too. “Oh darn baby I’m losing it.” He sighs while walking over to the swing next to you.

“Push me Mark.” Quirking a brow at you, he chuckles. “Aren’t you big enough to swing yourself.” Pouting, you huff and go to push yourself. Looking up when you feel a hard surface hit your back. Well more like Mark’s abs. Taking a hold of the chains, he lifts you up and begins to push you. Loving how nice the air felt each time you went down. Laughing each time he tickles you once you meet back to him. wanting nothing but take a picture of the scene, Mark can only stare in awe. Not realizing his love for you is only expanding rapidly.

“Okay! Okay let me push you.” You announce, trying to stop yourself from swinging. He grabs on the chain, taking your spot. You wrap your arms around his neck. Kissing his temple, you go to pull back and begin pushing him. “Markie.” You giggle when he keeps a hand on your hand. Attacking you in kisses all over your face. Desperately trying to hide your face in his neck from the sudden attack. Finally letting his hold on you go, you fix your hair. Laughing along Mark who only teases how flustered you already got because of him.

While doing so, your smile drops immediately when catching sight with someone from church. Better yet from your religious classes, son of your parents friends, Eric. You didn’t really have a problem with him but a bad trait of his was that he used every single information about you to your own disadvantage. Anything about you he uses to get you in trouble if you needed to. In this case, Mark would be the cause for you being heavily grounded and shamed for. You weren’t allowed to date until you became of age and lose your virginity until marriage. Your parents even bought you a purity ring, and while they believe you’re keeping this holy promise. Mark laughs mockingly at the ring every time he’s pounding you onto any surface he happened to push you up on. Mark knew of you keeping your guys relationship a secret and he isn’t upset. Instead he’s very understanding, but Eric. He’s never met Eric. And god what an awful timing.

“Mark walk away, quickly.” “Why? Something wrong?” Tapping his shoulder to quickly get him up. He does so upon filled with confusion. Muttering lots of ‘what’ and ‘everything okay’s, pushing him to get going but it became too late when Eric had caught sight on you.

“Y/n! Wow long time no see!” He greeted you. “Oh! Hey Eric! I see you’ve changed, like loads of it.” Waving you off, Eric was no longer the scrawny boy he was back in your guys religious class. He too worse glasses and now changed to contact. Curly brown hair now straightened and jet black. Muscles blushing from his arms and seemed to have grown 5 inches. “You too, I see you still keep the glasses around though.” He playfully nudges the glasses you’ve had for years now. Swatting his hand you groan. Rolling your eyes playfully you smile at him awkwardly. Forgetting what was at stake, Eric’s eyes set onto Mark’s awkward figure. Still having no clue who the hell Eric was to you.

“And this must be…?” “Cousin!…my cousin’s friend. Yeah, he uh has trouble with his math homework but given it’s too stressful for him we’re hear to kinda help him relax a bit.” You chuckle nervously. Eyeing you, Eric nods reluctantly. “Oh…okay. Well whenever you’re done tutoring him contact me. Definitely need help on my homework too, Bio really can be a pain.” “Will do.” “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Bye Y/n, bye…” “Mark.” He says seriously. No smile, no expression. Nodding, “Mark. Nice seeing you two…oh and by the way what cousin of yours exactly?” “Jeno’s! Yeah pretty tight friends. Why?” “Oh nothing. Just wondering.” Flashing you one last smile before walking off, you let a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding.

“Cousin’s friend mhm?” “I’m sorry baby.” You pull him into a hug. “He’s a son of my parents friends. I knew him from my religious classes, always wanted us together. My parents thought me being with a good kid would influence me to be just like him.”

“And you don’t want him knowing about us because…” “C’mon Markie use that big head of yours.” “Wow is my angel catching an attitude?” He raises a brow. You laugh and pat his chest. Resting his forehead on top of yours, staring into your eyes as he waits for you to continue.

“He’s like my parents personal stalker. Anything I do he goes and tells them. Heck I don’t even have to do anything bad but he still manages to make it suspicious enough that my parents scold me for it.” You mutter. “I’m sorry you’re stuck having to put up with that.” Shrugging, he kiss him unexpectedly. “Doesn’t matter I have you…that’s all that matters.” Nodding approvingly, he intertwined your hand with his and left the park. “My place baby? Or do you got to go home.”

Checking the time on your phone, you shrug. “Guess I got some time left before I must actually be home. Your place it is.” Letting you in his car, he closes the door after you buckle up. While he drives off, the familiar bulked figure lingers in the park. Seated on a bench far away, he eyes the leaving vehicle. Didn’t catch you two become cuddling but did see you guys leave. Deep down he knew what you said was a cover up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it all.

Sitting on the cold bleachers. You watch your boyfriend practice with his team mates. Hearing the clashing sounds of bodies hit one another, ice being scraped by the stick. Taking off his helmet, his silver gray hair sticking to his forehead. Chest heaving he looks over to where you sat. Winking at you, dropping the smile when you hear loud squeals come behind you. Turning around, you see three girls had sat behind you. Wondering who they were here for, it was made quite obvious the second Mark had walked up to you. “I’ll be out in 10, wanna wait here?” Silence overtaken the room once the guys had walked into the locker rooms. Feeling the intense stares from the girls behind you, you shyly shake your head. Standing up and going to walk off, Mark grows confused.

Going to run after you, he stops when he hears a voice call for him. “You did great out there.” The one in the middle said seductively, twirling her hair as she flashed her lashes at him. One on her right glares at you as you turned to look back at your boyfriend. Sighing, you don’t let him catch up to you or what you thought he would and leave the stadium.

It definitely took longer than 10 minutes.

And by the time he did finally get out, he wrapped an arm around you. Your energy was lowered and you didn’t like it one bit. You didn’t like the reason for it was because of some possessive girls who think they had a shot at your boyfriend. Shaking the terrible feeling off, you go on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. Smirking at you, he pulls you closer to him. Kissing your forehead continuously as he moves both of you guys side to side. “Love you baby.” He tells you softly. Lifting your hand up to where his arm rested on your shoulder, you interlock his fingers. “You hungry?” You had asked him. When he nods, you pick up the pace and lead him outside.

“Good because I’m starving and I really wanted to eat at this place I heard from Jeno’s friend. Would really like to check it out.” Following him, the two of you made your way on out. By the next morning, you did your usual routine in getting ready for school. Only this time, going down the stairs you stop as soon as you see Eric standing there with your parents. “Eric?”

Flashing you a smile, your mother besides him claps her hands. “Y/n great news! Eric will be attending your school! Isn’t that great? You two can make up the time you lost and finally reconnect. I’m sure you two will have a blast knowing you guys can spend more time with one another.” Jaw slacking, you merely nod as you watch your parents be glad having Eric to be going to the same school as their daughter. Your father patting his back as he bids you two in a great day at school. “Aren’t you glad sweetie?” Your mother asks you. Eyes silently telling you sternly to say something nice. Nodding, you send a small tight smile at Eric’s way. “Great! Well since he’s already here, I figured he should take you to school.” “Oh mom I don’t think-“ “I’d love to do that.” Eric interrupts you.

Turning your head, you see him already staring right at you. A chill run down your arm at the way his eyes looked at you. As if he was examining every bit of you. Gripping your backpack tighter to you, you nod hesitantly. “Okay then.” With an excited grin, your mother walks the both of you out. Getting into the passenger seat, you look out the window. Not bothering to speak to him and you only wished he didn’t try to make conversation but rather turn up the music.

“So how have you been?” He breaks the tension, barely. Nodding you answer him quickly. “I’ve been okay. Doing me. And you?” “I’ve been good!” The awkward silence began to settle in again and all you could’ve hoped is for the ride to come to an end soon. “So um…why’d you move schools?”

“Well I didn’t really like my old school and my parents said the one you went to was very nice so I had asked them if I can go attend there and they said yes. So now I’m here.” Smiling at you, head turning to you once the car comes to a red stop light. Not speaking anymore, you look out the window once again. Head running through thousands of thoughts. How were you going to keep seeing Mark if Eric’s going to be attending the same school as them. As soon as he finds out the truth you’re done for. Not only that, you knew for a fact Eric will be listening and watching at all times. Worse, your boyfriend happens to be the school’s Hockey team captain. Anyone and everyone speaks on him and his beloved girlfriend even the staffs and teachers.

Biting the inside of your cheek each time your nerves kick in, leg bouncing rapidly. You turn around to look at the boy driving when he begins to chuckle. “What’s got you so nervous?” “Me? Nervous? I’m not nervous.” You shake your head. Fidgeting with your hands, averting your eyes. “Please I know you so well. You’ve always did the little things to tell you right away.” “So you’re saying I have a tell?” “Oh yeah, the leg bouncing, chewing the inside of your cheek, fidget of your fingers and eyes averted all of it. Come on, what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?”

Ignoring the compliment, you shrug. Never one to be good at lying you only managed to come up with a decent cover up that wasn’t necessarily a lie. “Just wondering how things are going to be with you around.” “Is that bad?” “No! No, it’s just last time we went to the same school was back in elementary school.” “Ah yes 6th grade I remember.” Remembering the memories of you two in elementary, Eric laughs at a faint memory of you both.

“You were so small, you still are but. Everyone saw you as the innocent one, so many wanted to be your friend because you never judged anyone. And still you’re still the ray of sunshine I know you to be as.” His hand rests on your knee momentarily. Heart beat stopping, now even more tended to be near him. You never understood if he was naturally this touchy. But whatever his reason was, you moved your knee away from him. Playing it off to make it seemed like you were adjusting yourself. Seeing the familiar school come into view, you grabbed your backpack and prompt it on your lap. When finding a parking spot, you notice a few had already started staring at the unfamiliar vehicle. You original plan was just to get out, thank him for the ride and go but you knew your conscious wouldn’t let you especially since he’s new.

So when getting out, a few whispers were already starting. You and a new guy which no one ever saw around, people found him attractive. Seeing him help you with your books as he smiles down at you. Something people already consider coupley looking. “Did they break up?” You heard one whisper to their friend and you only hoped Eric didn’t hear it. Picking up speed to go inside, Eric doesn’t speak on it. “Will you help me find my classes?” Looking between him and the hall guiding you to your locker, you wanted to tell him to go to the office, knowing they had students who were qualified to help new students around. But not wanting to seem rude, you merely nod. “Thank you!” He grins at you and follows you to the direction of the office. When entering the staff there ignored you guys. Doing whatever it was on the computer. Hearing Eric clear his throat, the few other students there needing assistance as well watch him through the corner of their eyes.

“Excuse me ma’am, but me and a few other students are in need of assistance and it seems like you can attend us if I’m not mistaken?” The cranky old woman about ready to snap at whoever dared try ‘demanding’ her for help stops herself when seeing him. “Oh! You must be Eric Kim! I’ve met your father, very professional man and if I may admit an overall gentleman. How may I help you?” Ignoring the other students who had arrived before you guys furrow their brow. “Came here for my class schedule miss.” “Oh please call me Mrs. Kang.” “Of course Mrs. Kang.” Seeing how easily Eric manages to woo the cranky staff no one really likes being dealt with, you’re glad you two manage to leave the office rather quicker than you anticipated.

“Wow.” You say. “What?” “Oh it’s just, she’s so…” “Cranky?” “Yeah. And you managed to simply decay all of that.” Laughing he shrugs his shoulders. “You should thank my father, if it wasn’t for him we would still be there waiting.” “Well thank you Mr. Kim.” Handing you his schedule, he begins to ask you series of questions. “Any of them we share together?” “Oh um …well wow we share quite a lot.” “Oh yeah?” Eric’s voice slightly pitched from his usual tone.

“Yeah only classes we don’t share is our last two. Guess first period we should be heading off to.” “Guess we shall-“ “Oh no wait! I have to put some books in my locker.” “Okay well I’ll come with, I mean I don’t know my way around so.” “Okay yeah.”

More whispers were made the more the hallways got packed. Ignoring it, you quickly rushed to your locker. “Woah what’s the rush?” He jokes, leaning on the locker next to yours. “Oh I just don’t like being late it’s all.” Nodding, he watches you take out your stuff in your locker. Grab what you needed, you were ready to close it and go. “Y/n hey!” You hear a voice say behind you. Turning, you come face to Jeno’s best friend. The same one he’s having a crisis loving head over heels for. “Oh hey!” Eyes looking past you, she raises a brow. “Oh! Um this is Eric! He’s a childhood friend of mine. Just transferred today.” “Well hello nice to meet you and hope you have a nice time here. Well I should get going, hey have you seen Jeno by any chance?” “No sorry.” “Oh well, haven’t been able to come in contact with him at all. Hope he’s not ignoring me.”

“Ignoring you? What for?” “Oh well we had this stupid argument last night and- it’s whatever I’ll tell you some other time. Bye you two!” Waving her goodbye you watch her disappear into the crowd of students. Turning to face your friend, you give him an awkward smile as he only simply stares. “Shall we get going?” “Yeah let’s go.” Walking side by side, you two stay quiet for the time it takes you two to get to your class. Eyeing the proximity your shoulders had, when brushing into each other’s you try making more space but it seems the more you guys walk the space keeps lower each time.

“Oh hey, I forgot where’s my locker?” Stopping right in front of the classroom, you sigh and lead him into the direction where his locker was at. “So sorry just got caught up in my own head.” “Don’t apologize, maybe it’s you being nervous. It is your first day here after all.” “Yeah, maybe so.” When opening his locker, you hear the bell ring. Great you’re late. You’re never late to a class. Hope your parents won’t nag you for the first and only tardy you got yourself. “Hey, since it’s my fault you’re late how about you get going.” “But don’t you-“ “We were already right infront of the classroom, I know where it’s at. It’s okay.” Sending you a reassuring beam you nod. “Okay see you in class.”

Rushing back into the direction of your first period. You mutter a quick apology and make your way to your usual seat in the back. The spot you and Mark sit at. You were nervous to what Eric would think and if anything you wanted to advice Mark to act natural but seeing he wasn’t here only had you more anxious. When the door opens you had hoped it was your boyfriend. “My apologies ma’am, it’s my first day and-“ “Oh no need dear! Eric Kim right?” “Yes ma’am.” “Please take any seat, and I’ll be there to catch you up on some lessons yeah?” You were kinda astonished on seeing how easily Eric managed to charm people. Like it was in his genes. Eyes catching yours, he walks over and sits next to you. A few students watched him walk by them, heads turning to follow his every move. Whatever Eric held surely had a hold on anyone really.

“Hey partner.” He greets you. Before you can answer him, the door opens again. Hearing another apology but this time sounded more rushed and out of breath. “So sorry ma’am.” “Fell asleep again Lee?” Your teacher scolded him. Putting his hands up, he grins at her. “Guilty as charged.” A few giggles come out of the girls sitting up from. “Mhm go sit.” Nodding, he makes his way over to his usual seat next to you but freezes mid way when seeing Eric in his spot. Confused and shocked he looks over at you. You didn’t know what to say nor how to act natural with Eric being right besides you. Not getting anything out of you, the teacher scolds him to just sit already. Having no other choice but to sit next to one of the girls who immediately give their friend a giddy expression knowing the Mark Lee is sitting besides her. As the class begins you feel Mark turn back and give you a few glances. Still wondering what Eric your childhood friend was doing here all of a sudden but you don’t give him any glancing back as you also noticed Eric constantly turning his head to look at you.

Oh how awkward it was getting now. If only you could prepare yourself from the madness that was about to occur soon.

For most of the day, Eric was attached to your hip. It seemed wrong just how much you wanted him to leave even for a short amount of time and what made things worse is your friends silently asking you for an explanation. You felt Mark watching your every move and anytime he wanted to walk over to you, your eyes would widen and shake your head at him. By lunch hour, Mark sat at his usual table. Glaring daggers behind the head of the new guy whose back was facing him. He had asked you who you normally sit with and thankfully your friend managed to sit beside you in a whole different table, alongside her was Yangyang.

The spork in a tight grip as he watches Eric getting too close to his girlfriend. “What’s up with the new guy? How does four eyes know him?” Jeno tells him. The pet name is what he’s called you for years now. “Said he’s the son of her parents friends. Don’t know why he suddenly moved here but I can’t be seen with her when he’s around.” “Wow that must suck, especially with him practically hogging over her.” A slight pinch from Ten and Jeno winces. “Don’t worry about it Mark, I’m sure he’ll find friends and leave her alone. Gosh it’s pretty funny how jealous you get.” When seeing you get up and make your way out of the cafeteria, Mark ignores the rest of his friends and follows you.

About ready to enter the woman’s bathroom, you shriek when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Lips immediately imprinting light kisses on your neck. Giggling, you pick up the familiar cologne and snuggle into your boyfriends embrace. “Miss you.” He mutters into your neck. Rocking you two slightly side by side. “I missed you more. Really wanted to hug you, to kiss you.” A kiss to the lips and Mark groaned. Something about you had him driven crazy and with a simple kiss he already wanted to do such dirty actions to prove his love for you.

“Why’s he here?” He tells you. “Eric?” Nodding merely, you see the seriousness in his face. “Well he said he wanted to go to a better school and his parents agreed this school was it.” “What does that mean for us?” “What do you mean?” “Baby you said he can’t see us…like this.” Sighing, you turn around to face Mark. Cupping his face you peck his nose.

“I know Markie but it’s only temporary. He’ll find friends and with due time, I can hopefully trust him enough to tell him about us. Pray he won’t tell my parents.” Nodding reluctantly, Mark kisses you again. Pulling your waist closer to him, you moan when feeling his crotch grow. “Dirty boy.” You tell him. Sucking on your neck, he hugs you tightly to him. “You love me.” Giggling, you quickly pull away when you hear voices come into the hallway. A smirk on Mark’s face, you shake your head. Seeing a few students walking down to pass you two, Mark walks over to you. Wanting to touch you, but you reject him.

“Mark behave!” You whisper shout to him. Tickling your side, you flinch with a smile on your face. The students watch you two fondly as they wish they can be in a relationship as lovingly as the one you were in. “I can’t stop baby, you’re irresistible.” Grabbing your hand before you go to move away from him. In love with the giggle that leaves you when he twirls you around, keeping you put in between his arms. Leaning in, he kisses you not caring if anyone else were about to see them. “Hey Y/n.” You hear the familiar voice of Eric’s say in the distance. Quickly pushing Mark away and turning to face the lockers, you pick your head up when Eric walks over to you guys. Thankfully hadn’t turned the corner yet if not you would have been toast.

“Yeah?” “Just wondering what was taking you so long…oh is this Mark?” Quirking a brow at your boyfriend who Eric thought stood too close to you. Something he already wanted to have a talk to you about. “Yeah! This is Mark, he uh came to ask me a question he had on one of his assignments.” “Oh well hello Mark, think it would be much more appropriate to ask you such questions at the hour you two meet up don’t you think?” Not expecting a cold reaction come from Eric you give him a look in disbelief. Mark on the other hand, fisted his hand in his pocket, biting his words back before he nods slowly when seeing a pleading look coming from you. Respecting your wishes and going along, “You’re right. I’m sorry, see you after school Y/n.”

“Actually I don’t know if you two can meet up after school, kinda wanted her to help me join a few clubs and sports and what not, here in school.” “Then you do it yourself-“ “You know that seems like a good idea Eric!” You quickly interrupt Mark. Standing next to Eric as you speak up again, eyes looking straight into Mark’s.

“The more clubs you join and sports you’ll help your college application. And will also keep your mind off of things. Won’t be so bored all the time.” You nod. Mark understanding you wanted Eric to join in order for you two to spend more time, he smiles. “Okay I understand. I’ll see you sometime later then.” Bidding you goodbye, Mark doesn’t bother even waving at Eric and walks off. Eric quickly puts on a smile when turning his head towards you. “Lunch is almost over, shall we get going?” And you agree.

“I don’t like him.” Mark says bitterly. Him and the team getting a break from practice, taking his helmet off and he tells the boys all about how Eric manages to snatch you away every possible chance he gets. “Maybe he only has her as his friend. Besides didn’t you say she was suppose to help him join clubs or whatever activities the school has?” Ten tells him. Yangyang sitting next to him shakes his head, “What if he’s interested in her?” Snapping his head up at him, Mark turns serious at the thought of someone trying to take you away from him. “Don’t be ridiculous Yang, Mark said they’ve been childhood friends. If he was interested he would’ve done something a long time ago.” Sungchan tries to reason mostly for the sake of his captain who looks like he’s ready to hit something.

“No Yangyang is right. I mean I never heard of him and now he suddenly bumps into her and boom the day after he attends this school? AND you know what she told me, that he’s like this spy who always needs to keep tabs on her and if she does anything, even breath the wrong way he goes running to her parents. Like he’s this strict babysitter.” “Okay so maybe he’s not into her more like trying to ruin her life by being a taddle taler?” Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. “Whatever this guy is trying to get at isn’t good I know that for sure.” Hearing the whistle blown by their coach they set their water bottles down and get back on the ice rink.

You on the other hand arrive home tired. Eric took his sweet time deciding what he wanted to do and even tried convincing you to join an activity with you. Just wanting to go home you made the decision to say yes with joining him in the pottery club. Excitedly telling you all the pots and vases he’s made when he joined it at his old school all the way home. “How was Eric’s first day? Oh I hope you two had a splendid day!” Your mother said excitedly. Clapping her hands as she demanded every little detail. “It went alright.” You mumble to her tiredly. “Just alright? Oh come on! I’m sure having your childhood friend be in most of your classes had to have been fun.” “Yeah I guess so…wait how do you know he has most classes with me?” “Oh his mother called the office, yeah Eric himself wanted to have as many classes with you. Said he worried to lose his way around and what’s a better way to keep himself on track with you constantly by his side right?” Nodding reluctantly, you send her a forced smile and walk up to your room.

Closing the door behind you, you plant yourself on top of your bed. Eyes demanding sleep, you don’t bother to do anything else but sleep. Sleeping until the sun had gone down and the ice hockey team captain once again climbs onto your balcony and into your room for the umpteenth time. Watching you sleep fondly, he moves a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Climbing in bed with you, he pecks your forehead softly. Pulling your sleeping self into his arms as he kisses your head. Waking up from your nap, you smile at him tiredly. Pickering your lips for a kiss which he doesn’t deny you of. “So cute.” He tells you softly. “No you are.” You mumble to him, nuzzling your face in his chest which you feel a rumble from him laughing slightly.

“How was your adventure with the prince of snitching.” Snorting, you lay on your back. “Exhausting. I really missed you guys, all I had to endure was him constantly talking about himself and the things he’s done before coming to our school.” “Would think so. Just by how he dresses screams narcissism.” Sitting up, you face him. “But enough about him, I don’t want to think about him just you.” A small smirk forms on his face and he tugs at your shirt. “Just me? About what baby?” Holding his shoulders, you climb onto his lap. Arms come around you securely. “About loving you. Really missed being near you. I know pathetic right?” You joke as you avoid eyes with him. Face heating as your ears turn red. “Well I guess I’m pathetic too since I missed you so much too.” Leaning closer to you, he kisses your cheek. “Just hope I’m your pathetic loser forever.” Smacking his bicep, he laughs and kisses your nose. “Of course you’re mine forever and I am yours but no need to call yourself that. You’re not a loser.” “So I am pathetic?” “Your words not mine.”

Spending the few remaining hours until your mother comes to barge into your room, putting face masks on each other. Letting a shriek out because of the coldness, you giggle as Mark makes roaring noises for the tiger mask he has on. “You make a cute panda.” Mark boops your nose, grabbing his phone as you two take many pictures through the mirror in front of the bed. In the bathroom, a puddle of water is caused by constantly splashing each other. Music playing from your phone on the bed, using foam to cover your face with it Mark smirks at you as you pout at him. Letting you get him back, hair up in a small ponytail using the many scrunchies you have for such occasions. By the time you two were freshened up the knob to the door began to wiggle. Eyes widening as you hear your mother call out your name from the other side.

“You need to go!” Grabbing his sweater and phone you push it up against his chest as he still tried to put on his shoes. “Y/n? You okay in there?” Opening the window wide enough for him to slip out, he struggles when he has to juggle many things in between his hands and hold the railing.

“Y/n?! Talk to me dear.” “I’m coming! Just changing it’s all!” Still hearing the jiggle going on on the door knob you push Mark out. “I’m going to fall!” He shrieks when he almost loses his balance. Dumbfounded when you give him a rushed peck to the lips. “Love you, so sorry though.” “For what?” Letting out a shout when you push him, closing the window shut and open your bedroom door. Confused look on your mothers face as she looks inside the room. “You okay? Thought I heard a shout?” “Nope no shouting in here? Maybe one of the neighbors kids you know how loud they can be.” Nodding reluctantly, she walks in and sets a few grocery bags on your bed.

“Here’s the supplies you needed, your father just got home.” “Okay I’ll be down in a bit.” Kissing your forehead, she walks out of your room with the door open. Letting out a sigh you jog over to your window and see Mark was no longer there. Silently hoping you pushing him off didn’t injure him too badly.

“Ow! Ten!” “I’m sorry but that’s most definitely going to be swollen all day tomorrow if you don’t let me treat it!”

Currently on the couch weeping in pain, the team took the time to hang at the oldest’s house. Parents work in the afternoons so house stays mostly vacant. Few were eating, others on the phone and the rest playing video games. House was semi calm but it wasn’t until their captain walked in slamming the door open and limping in when everyone got up to attend him. Certain he had gotten jumped until they were told it was because of an breaking and entering accident.

“I wasn’t breaking and entering.” Mark mumbles as Yangyang constantly tells him that. “I was visiting my girlfriend and now I’m stuck with an injured leg.” “How can you be so reckless Mark? You know we have a game in a few days right?” “Her mother was coming in and she needed me out as fast as possible.”

“Y/n pushed you?” Jeno asks him. “Yes but she didn’t mean to get me injured!” With a groan the boys sit back as they can only hope their captain gets better before the game. If wanting to get into finales they had to win this upcoming game for sure to even get involved in the tournament. “If you have to sit out swear she will have to take your place!” Winwin exasperates. Snorting at his comment, Mark shakes his head. Grabbing the bag filled ice from Ten and gently sets it on his ankle. Wincing the more pressure is added on it.

“Yeah maybe she will have to.” Mark tells them after he forcibly removed the ice off of him, can no longer endure more pain.

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“And so I told my mom, it’s already difficult enough having to jog between sports and clubs. Now you want me to run the committee for the annual carnival hosted for charity? Come on now.”

Boredly playing with the food on your tray, you watch Mark laugh at a joke one of the boys had said. The scrunch of his nose has you holding back an aww as his eyes brighten up. What you would do to just go over and cuddle him, but you couldn’t.

“Y/n are you listening?” “Huh? Oh! Yeah, you were saying Eric?” Eyes looking down at the tray, you wait for him to continue. A silence from him has you lifting your head, a certain look on his face as he watched Mark’s table. “Eric?”

“He’s been looking at you for a while now.” He says a bit coldly. Looking over and catching sight of Mark glancing at you, looking away after a bit and focusing his attention back on his friends. “M-Maybe he has a question about a worksheet of his.” Proceeding to get up, you quickly grab his wrist. “What are you doing?” You tell him with wide eyes. “Going to tell him to stop staring. It’s rude and impolite to be watching someone especially a young lady.” Tugging him back when he tries to walk towards his table you get up quickly. “Eric no! Stop please don’t make things more difficult than it should be.”

“Y/n, I don’t like him. He just doesn’t seem like someone you should be associating with.” “Eric, I’m sorry to come off rude but.” Letting go of his hand, you cross your arms, eyes back on the floor to avoid contact. “You can’t tell me who I can and can’t socialize with. Sorry you don’t have a nice feeling about him but I do. I know him more than you do and Mark has the best intentions when it comes to me.” “Best intentions? You make it seem like you two are more than tutor and tutoree.”

Shaking your head quickly, you clear your throat. “No! Mark’s…simply a student I have to tutor. It’s all, nothing more nothing less.” “So he’s not your friend?” Feeling conflicted, you take a few seconds to come up with your response. Mark had seen your sudden shift to stand in front of Eric and he didn’t like it one bit. He’s been watching your every movement since the moment you frantically tried to tug Eric back. Biting the inside of his cheek as he tries to stay away but when even Yangyang the most oblivious one noticed the sudden shift in you and Eric, Mark waited no more. Getting up to check up on you, he froze when hearing your next words.

“Mark’s nothing to me. Don’t worry Eric.”

Eric had seen him behind you. And he was left even more content knowing Mark had heard. Nodding, his eyes kept going from you to Mark. “I’m glad.” Confused, you turn around to see Mark standing there disheartened. Shocked, you go to take a step closer to him but stopped when he shakes his head at you. Leaving you there, guilt and shame washes over you. You wanted to explain yourself and yet it seemed like the world was preventing you from doing what you wanted.

“Come on y/n, we don’t want to be late for pottery club.” Handing you your backpack, he puts an arm behind you and leads you away.

Getting more worried the more the club went on and still no response from Mark. Phone in hand and the many unresponded texts. Ignoring Eric who seemed pretty confident in the vases he’s made so far. The girls next to him watching him closely and throwing a few compliments his way. The times he’s tried talking to you they quickly avert it to them which you were glad. You weren’t in the slightest bit interested in speaking with him. Looking at the time and seeing you still had a good hour and a half. You huff, blowing the strand of hair getting in your face.

Mark was in practice currently. He was only on the other side of the school, you could just talk to him right now. Would make sense why he isn’t answering. Of course! Grabbing your bag, you quickly exit out the classroom. Not paying mind to Eric’s call out to you. Jogging through the corridor, opening the doors leading into the ice rink. Hearing a few shouts and laughs from the guys. Walking further in and you get a glance at them. Not practicing but huddled by the bottom of the bleachers chatting. Getting closer you see a few other people there. You saw Mark in sight and made your way over. You needed to speak to him, to explain yourself. And yet while you were in the pottery club worried how he was feeling, you stopped in your tracks seeing him so happy. A grin on his face as he joked with his friends and worse, seeing him not the least bit minded that one of the many fan girls of him had her arms around him.

You wanted to be upset with him. And man you were but was he doing this because of what you said? Does he really think you’d stoop so low and bad mouth him? Surely he has to know you didn’t mean it. His eyes moved from his friends to you. Your eyes move from his to the arms currently wrapped around him. It seemed as if Mark had gone stiff. He didn’t know what to do and yet when he sees you walking off he panics. Hearing the girl whine behind him, he harshly tugs his arm away from her when she tries to resist. “Quit it!” The group goes quiet as they watch the captain run off after you. Slamming the door open wide.

“Y/n!” Grabbing your elbow, you pull away from him. “Leave me alone Mark.” “Please stop walking.” Trying to pull you by the waist, you begin to thrash. “Stop touching me!” Tears began to pour down your face, frustrated and clearly upset had you lashing your emotions out. Wanting nothing more to breathe in fresh air, feeling suffocated especially when your boyfriend can’t seem to give you space. “You have to hear me out-“ “I didn’t mean it Mark! I did it to make sure he did nothing to you and this is how you repay me! By letting some chick feel you out! Is that how little I mean to you?!” You shove him back. Eyes going red the more you cry. Looking at you with desperation he shakes his head.

“No! No you mean everything to me-“ “No I don’t! This is exactly what I was talking about Mark you have no respect for me! You let anyone get too touchy with you and can’t seem to understand just how disrespectful it is for me!”

Swapping his hands away from touching you. You turn to walk away, whining when he pulls you in again. You go to shove him away when you get moved away from him harshly. “Didn’t you hear her?! Stop touching her!” Eric’s angry voice tells Mark. “Shut up Eric this has no business involving you!” Shoving him back, Eric gets in his face. “Anything that has to do with y/n is my business.”

“Eric stop!” You try to diffuse the tension.“Quit pretending she’s your girlfriend!” “And what if she was? Why don’t you run back to your prissy friends and dance your way back on the ice alright? Y/n’s better off disassociating herself from you.” Angry, Mark swings on him. A hard punch to the face and chaos breaks. Pleads to stop fighting wasn’t enough. The blood and bruises is all your head can permanently print in your head. Hearing the loud punch hitting skin and bones and the lockers being rattled with the more they press each other on with.

“Get away from my girlfriend you creep !” Mark yells at him. The rest of the team had managed to separate them apart, never really seeing Mark this angry. Only the one time they managed to lose their win streak for the tournament. “Mark stop! Stop! This can cost us the tournament enough!” Ten demands him. Jeno held him back while Sungchan got in between them. “Eric please just go.” Glaring at him, he goes for your hand. This only angers Mark more and goes for him again. More of the guys go to push him back, yelling at him to control himself. “She’s not going anywhere with you!” “She will because I said so. Y/n, come with me now.”

“Y/n don’t listen to him!” Running a hand through your hair frustratingly you look between the two. “Y/n let’s go, your mother won’t be happy hearing about your stay with this freak show.” Eric told you. Your heart drops at the mention of your mother finding out the truth. Everything was happening so fast you no longer knew what to do. A part of you simply wanted to leave and yet the other didn’t want to leave Mark alone even though he had the guys. “Y/n please.” You hear Mark plead, feeling as he was in the brink of breaking down. He knew just how bad things got and he can’t let you walk away from him. Not when he needs to sort things out with you even with how bad things are.

“I’m sorry. I have to.” You whisper to him, shaking your head as you let Eric drag you away. Breaking your heart seeing his so distraught watching you leave him. Turning your head in hopes it’ll be easier to leave him there, you don’t notice more tears begin to run down your face. “You made the right . I told you he was bad.” Eric tells you. Getting in the car, you look out the window. Deciding to stay quiet you hear him sigh. “Your mother won’t be happy hearing about this.” “No, don’t tell her.” “I have to y/n, such things can’t happen. You are way too good for that and your mother needs to know to make sure you will never hear of that boy again. He deserves to be punished, taken away of his scholarship or kick him off the ice hockey team. Something to teach him a lesson-“

“Shut up Eric!” Shocked, his mouth slightly opens. Eyes widen as he turns to you. “You ruin everything! You can never seem to mind your business! Things were so much better when you simply fucked off!” Getting out of his truck, he goes to grasp your wrist. Moving it away from him, you slam his car door shut. Rolling the window down he shouts your name.

“Get in the car y/n!”

Ignoring him, you run back inside. Mark wasn’t there and it only had you stressing to find him. “Sungchan where is he!”

“Boys locker room-“ not letting him finish his sentence, you bolt it over there. Opening the door where the guys stood, they quiet down when seeing you. Walking past them, you hug Mark tightly who sat on the cold bench in the middle of them. One by one they make their way out to give you two space. Pulling you by the waist, he holds you as tightly. “I’m so sorry” he cries. “I’m sorry too.” Pulling you on his lap, he lays soft pecks on your collarbone. “She didn’t mean anything. I was angry, I didn’t want to hear you out and I didn’t care whether they were crossing the line or not because I just wanted to forget your words and I know that doesn’t justify my actions but-“ cutting him off, you grip his face and kiss him.

“I should’ve come clean from the beginning. You didn’t deserve having to be hidden from my family simply because I was too much of a coward to confront them.” “And I shouldn’t have lost my temper and hit your…friend.”

“Fuck him, he’s nothing to me.” Laughing, he smashes his lips onto yours. Wincing when you accidentally kneel into his side. “You okay baby?” Nodding, he tries to kiss you again but you cover his lips with your hand. “Lift your shirt.” “I’m fine baby-“ lifting his shirt, you gasp when seeing a bruise begin to form. “It’s all my fault.” “Don’t start y/n, I chose to fight him. And I don’t want to brag or anything but he’s got it much worse. Not only is he narcissistic but a sore fighter.” Giggling, you pull his shirt down carefully. Feeling him push your glasses up, he lifts your chin up as well. “I love you. Please know that.” He mumbles near your lips, “I love you too. Please remember that.” Sealing those words with a kiss, you feel him smile during it. “What now?” He asks you wanting you to comfortably make the next step.

“Guess we tell my parents about us before Eric does.” You respond nervously, eyes set on your hands. Nervously playing with your cuticles, his large hand on top of yours to stop you. A finger under your chin he lifts it up. “I’m ready whenever you are.” He smiles at you warmly, kissing him you felt just the slightest bit of relief.

Arriving home, you make Mark wait outside. Wanting the process of introducing him to come smoothly and not all at once where chaos will break lose. A reassuring squeeze from your boyfriend and you go inside. “Mom? Dad? I’m home!” You hear the tv on, on low volume and the smell of food yet it was silent. And when walking further inside, the living room comes in view and sitting with your parents were none other than Eric himself with his parents.

“Mom?…Dad?” “Take a seat, dear.” Your mother said sternly. Eyeing the empty spot furthest away from them, you reluctantly take it. The looks on your parents were enough to know Eric revealed everything to them, “Mom I can explain-“ “Save it. How could you y/n?” Her tone stern and eyes cold.

“I said no dating, and to hear it from Eric all the things you’ve been doing behind our backs?” “Mom please-“ “Enough!” Your father shouts, flinching as he stands. “We spent day and night to raise you the right way and this is how you repay us?! What else have you been doing Huh? Drugs! Were you partying? All those study sessions were those lies too!”

Tears brim your eyes as you stand. Shaking your head as you try not to cower, “Dad please just let me explain okay? I came here to tell you guys the truth I wanted to tell you myself today before Eric did but he beat me to it-“ “Don’t lie! Eric did the right thing to come to us or who knows what else you’d get yourself into.” Disgust was all over your fathers face. Glaring at you with such anger, eyeing you as he couldn’t believe all the things Eric had told him.

‘She may be doing more than simply dating’ Eric’s voice rings in his head. Looking down at the purity ring he bought, he walks over you. Taking a step back that hits the couch. “Give me the ring.” “What?” “Give me the ring!” Shaking, you take off the purity ring and hand it to him. Lifting it up to your eye level, “Did you break it? The promise the ring signifies?” Growing quiet, you look over at the others in the living room. Each not daring stare into your eyes but all equally disappointed in you. “Answer me!” Flinching, you sob. “Dad-”

A smack. A loud smack is heard throughout the house. Foot tapping rapidly as Mark waits for you to let him in. How much longer must he wait? He can’t help but worry the more he waits. Windows closed off by the curtains, and even when it seems suspicious to everyone who may pass by, he pressed his ear up to the door.

You cry. Desperate to hold it in as your father walks over and throws the ring into the fire pit. “Sixteen years down the drain with you. Everything your mother and I have given you, all for the best and you took it for granted.” “Dad please, I didn’t mean to disappoint you but I love him-“ “What do you know about love?!” “More than you! All you do is lock yourself in your office all day, when was the last time you and mom went out on a date that didn’t end in less than an hour?!” Going to raise his hand again, your mother intervened. “Please, enough. No more.”

“Don’t you hear? Listen to your daughter! How disrespectful she’s gotten! And it’s all because of that damn boy! I told you it was best if she was homeschooled or best, was enrolled in catholic school. Better the nuns beat some sense into her!” “Hitting her won’t change her ways.” She tries to reason. “It could! Maybe she’ll understand for once her place in this house and to never disobey us again.” Gripping your arm you yell at him to let go. “Dad you’re hurting me!”

“Hear me when I tell you, you will never see that boy again! You will go to boarding school if you must, you will listen to Eric as he is a responsible child unlike you! He will keep an eye on you and anything he finds out he will report to me! You are grounded for the rest of the school year young lady.” About to respond to him, the door opens. The others look up and watch as Mark walks in.

“Is that him?” Your father seethes. Letting you go harshly as he makes his way over to Mark. “No! Stop!” Your mother and Eric’s father are quickly to pull him away. Mark stays put as your dad begins to curse him out. “You ruined my daughter! I will not let you ruin this family!” “Honey, please.” Pushing her away, you are quick to pull her to your side.

“Mr. y/l/n, whatever you feel about me, I accept it. But you shouldn’t take it out on your family. Especially y/n.” “Like hell I do! She’s a disgrace to this family! Better I had a boy.” You wince at his rejection but silently cry to the side. Eric now standing by you with pity. Worried eyes as he looks at the scene unfold.

“I love your daughter sir. I really do and it wasn’t right we went behind your back but we weren’t doing it to dishonor everything you’ve done to help y/n and the family. We worried you wouldn’t accept us, your daughter has always been responsible.” “Responsible? Alright tell me young man, have you two had sex yet?” Your eyes widen as you shake your head at Mark. Fearful of what your father was capable of if he admitted it, but Mark only smiles at you sadly and goes to say yes.

“No, they haven’t.” Eric speaks up. Looking over, everyone in the house does so. “And how do you know?” Your father asks him. “Because I heard y/n speak about it. She told her friend, she wasn’t ready yet. No matter how much she loves Mark she wanted to wait.” He speaks ignoring you as you watch him cover you up. Showing little to no shock as you the turn to your father who eyes you. “So why did you insinuate it?” “I was jealous.” He murmurs.

“Son? Explain yourself? This is so unlike you.” His mother tells him. “I didn’t like the idea of y/n with Mark, so I lied so that they would separate but instead I only brought more damage to your family. I’m sorry Mr. Y/l/n, they really are being responsible.” “Doesn’t change the fact she lied to our faces and kept this to herself-“ “Dear, try to understand her. She didn’t like the idea of disappointing her father. We did the same when we were young remember? It took you a long time to face my father.”

The room grows silent, your father watched Mark slowly approach you. Taking your hands, “I’m not lying when I say I love your daughter sir. I really do care for her and only want to keep her happy. Just give me a chance, give us a chance to prove to you that we are serious. We aren’t being reckless.” Eyeing the two of you so close, the anger slowly dissipates. Turning to your mother as she silently asks him to let it go.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, taking a step towards you. Taking your hands from Mark’s, seeing the already forming bruise he curses himself for doing that to you. “I shouldn’t- I was just- I’m so sorry.” He pulls you into a hug. Standing warily, you pat him lightly. “I shouldn’t have hit you, no reason to have done that and I’m sorry. I just got so angry and…” looking between you and Mark he sighs.

“I don’t like the idea of you dating but, I should’ve expected it to have happen sooner or later. Just, promise me you’ll be safe?” Nodding, you force a smile. He knew it was but it was enough for him. Your forgiveness wouldn’t come easy but he as okay with that. Eric’s family soon dismissed themselves as they take their son away. Disappointed scoldings to him on their way out. “And you.” He turns to Mark, “Take care of her.” “Of course.” Mark shakes his hand, a bit taken aback when he gets pulled in.

“Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Bruise covered up by makeup, the stadium loud already as the bleachers begin to fill up. It was time for the game to start soon, and Mark still hadn’t changed into his gear. Instead sitting next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and inspect the injured part of your cheek worriedly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time to stop it.” Shaking your head, you kiss him. “Just glad it’s over.” You tell him. Mark nods, a small silence falls upon you two. “He’s getting therapy. Was told the stress had been triggering his anger. Even going to marriage counseling with my mother.”

“That’s good.” “Yeah.” Lifting your head up from his shoulder you smile at him lazily. It’s been a week since the argument, you and your father hadn’t talked much but he’s been trying to get more involved in your life and do little acts of helps for you to forgive him. Eric had moved away again, this time since his parents had to go to Italy for business. Had heard much and for that you were glad. “Don’t you got a game to win?” Mark smirks and winks. “Of course I do-“ Mark stops in his tracks when he looks down and sees the jersey you were wearing. “Hell no.” He says, taking your hand and off the bleachers. Giggling you whine as Mark drags you away. “Stay here.” Standing outside the locker rooms, he rushes in. Ignoring his teammates demanding him to change already. “Going hold on.”

Going through his jerseys, he picks one out. His favorite one on you and runs out. “Mark-“ grabbing your hand and pulling you two in a closet, he locks it behind and begins to lift the jersey off you. Laughing you whine as he throws the jersey on the floor harshly. “It was just a joke! I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously.” You giggle as he puts his on you. Grasping each arm to pull through each arm sleeve hole. “Ha ha what a great joke to wear Sungchan’s jersey.” Smashing your lips as soon as he pulls his jersey down, you cup his face and lean in closer. Pulling you up and setting you on top of the counter, you cross your legs around his waist.

A groan let out as you pull him closer. “Fuck.” He rasps out when you run a hand down over his crotch. Messing up his hair the more you run your hand through it, disheveled and fuzzy as your lipstick gets smeared all over his lips. Sucking hickies on his neck, red lip marks all over his neck. Grinding into you as he loses himself to you. “Nooo.” He whispers frustratingly as you pull away. “Sorry, you have to game to play.” “But you gave me blue balls.” He fakes a pout.

His throat dries when you spread your legs. Shorts that were very easy to pull down. “Win this game and I’ll let you take me anywhere, anytime right after.” Groaning, he rolls his eyes back and falls into your stomach. Giggling as he wraps his arms around you. “God you’ll be the death of me.” Lifting his jersey you’re wearing and planting a soft kiss right on the spot he most adores. Just below your belly button where he sees the outline of his tip get fucked deep in you. “I’ll be back in a few to fuck the shit out of you.” He winks and kisses you. Setting you down, and the two of you part.

So he may have lied to his future father in law about not having had sex with you but at least he was honest that he would do anything to keep you happy. And when the time ran out, the crowd roared and his team cheered for yet another victory. His eyes immediately settled on yours. Taking off his helmet as your hickies on his neck gets exposed the earns many screams and whistles of approval. Biting the inside of your cheek as you squeeze your legs, not paying to mind anything your friends were saying as you two kept eye contact. A smug grin appeared on his face as the many ideas came to mind for what the rest of the night shall go for the two of you, happy he shall make you.

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starlitmark · 2 years

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Pairing: Yuta x fem!reader x Shotaro x Yangyang

Genre: smut

Rating: R 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption (not in smut scenes)

Smut Warnings: foursome, mxm content, switch!reader, sub!Shotaro and Yangyang, dom!Yuta, oral sex, unprotected sex, marking/hickeys, pet names, clit play, creampie

Summary: Shotaro accidentally admitted something, Yangyang decided to tell tall tales, and Yuta puts an end to all of it… you’re just along for the ride (and it’s a fun one)

Word Count: 7,379

Requested by: @meowniee

Note: completely unedited/beta-ed but here we are!!

It wasn’t an odd thing to have Shotaro at the WayV dorm, in actuality, it was more like he was a permanent resident there. More so than the actual members sometimes. Now was no exception, Yangyang had yet again invited him over and unlike normal, they weren’t playing games. They just sat in his room in each other’s presence, neither of them saying much past random offhanded comments. Yangyang was lounging back on his bed scrolling through Instagram while Shotaro sat in Yangyang’s gaming chair randomly watching Tiktoks that the other 00 line members had sent him earlier that day.

“Dude,” Yangyang randomly blurts out, “you know who I think is really fucking hot?”

“Hyuck?” Shotaro replies without missing a beat.

“Yes but that’s not who I’m talking about.” he responds quickly.

“Who?” “Yuta’s girlfriend,” Shotaro sputtered out a cough when he heard his friend’s comment, “I was just on Instagram and Yuta posted to his private account, you know, the one for just us and idol friends. He took her to the beach and holy fuck her ass looked so good in that bathing suit.”

Shotaro shuttered slightly, though it was a completely fake reaction, “Why are you staring at her ass you perv?” he laughs, throwing the pillow he was holding at the pink-haired boy.

“I wasn’t trying to, it was just there!” he tries to defend himself, staying quiet for a minute after clearly thinking about something, “This is completely hypothetical,” he blurts again.

“What is?” the blonde asks with an air of skepticism.

“Do you ever think about what it would be like to suck a dick?”

Shotaro doesn’t think before he speaks, “I don’t need to, I’ve done it before.”

“What?!” the other yells, sitting up straight on his bed now, “When? Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Um, you weren’t supposed to know that.”

“What? Why? I’m your best friend! At least tell me who’s dick it was.”

Shotaro had a small internal battle for a while, he’s been sleeping with Yuta and his girlfriend for months now. No one knew about it, other than Mark who had walked in on them, he promised not to say a word though. That had been quite the embarrassing moment for the younger as well, he was in a rather compromising position at the time. It couldn’t hurt to tell Yangyang, but he also knew his friend, he would want all the details. Especially if he knew that Yuta’s girlfriend was involved, Yangyang shamelessly thirsted after the slightly older woman. Yuta let him flirt with her, he knew Yangyang was harmless at the end of the day. Weighing his options he decided to just explain the situation. It wasn’t like it was incriminating, it was just how his and Yuta’s friendship worked.

“Yuta,” he mumbles out finally, “it was Yuta’s.”

Yangyang looked speechless, his jaw dropped to the floor hearing the blonde’s confession.

“I’m going to need backstory or at least an explanation.” he says after a few moments.

Shotaro sighs, “Yuta was my first friend here. I would always ask him questions about life and about being a singer, especially when I was still training. When I found out I was debuting in NCT our bond only got closer. He taught me a lot. I remember one night he was staying at his girlfriend’s place and normally I would leave him alone, he enjoys being alone with her. They don’t get a lot of alone time because of our career.” he explains, “That night was different though, it was probably around 9:30 or 10 at night and I got a text. I wasn’t even close to being asleep yet but I was still shocked when it was a text from Yuta. He asked me to come over to her place and join them for a movie night. I’ve always-”

“Dude you’re dragging this on longer than it needs to.” Yangyang interrupts.

“It’s all important just let me talk.” the Japanese boy bites back, “I’ve always gotten along with y/n, she’s always taken care of me just like Yuta has. I didn’t think anything of it so I just got dressed and stopped at the store on my way to grab a few extra snacks I knew she didn’t keep there that both Yuta and I enjoy. When I get there I, stupidly, didn’t think to knock before entering. She had told me her code ages ago when Yuta was too drunk and I needed to drop him off while she was working late. Anyway, I open the door and she was on his lap heavily making out and I didn’t know how to react. I just stuttered out a weird noise and shuffled into the kitchen hoping the floor would swallow me. I heard her giggle, it was really pretty, god it was so pretty.”

“Taro.” Yangyang stated with an annoyed tone, “Finish it up.” “Fine, basically we hung out for a while but I ended up sleeping on the couch. I wake up to, um, really loud moans. Really pretty, but really fucking loud. I tried to ignore it and sleep but that didn’t work too well. In the morning when she greeted me she was walking funny and was covered in hickeys. I wasn’t thinking, I saw Yuta and straight-up asked ‘how do you do that?’ and he was confused so I clarified ‘how did you manage to make her like that, all covered in hickeys and experiencing dick hangover.’ since that moment Yuta and y/n have been teaching me about sex. Yuta just happens to be a more… hands-on teacher in that specific realm of teaching.”

“You’ve fucked y/n?”

“Is that all you got out of that?” Shotaro huffs slightly annoyed.

“But you have fucked her, right?”

“Yeah, but we were talking about the fact that you wonder what it’s like to suck dick.”

Yangyang huffs and flops back on his bed rather dramatically. Shotaro laughs at his exaggerated motions but doesn’t say anything more. Yangyang stays staring at the ceiling for a while one hand casually resting above his head. Shotaro had gone back to scrolling through his phone and let his friend sit there contemplating whatever he was as long as he needed. Of course, in classic Yangyang fashion though he says exactly what’s on his mind the moment he thinks it.

“Do you think Yuta would let me join?” “What?” the blonde exclaims, looking at the other with a very astonished look.

“Do you think he would let me join?”

“No.” he responds shortly, “You and I both know I have a very different dynamic with him than you do.”

“Could I watch then? It couldn’t hurt to just watch.” “You’re hopeless.”

Shotaro knew what it meant when he got a random text this late at night from Yuta. Especially on a weekend, he spends the weekend with you, he knew what was up. He sped out of the dorm as fast as he could knowing that too. He hardly got a goodbye out to Sungchan as he slammed the door shut. What he hadn’t expected was to be greeted with you still fully clothed when he gets to your apartment. Yuta was mulling over a wine glass watching some foreign movie completely unbothered by his arrival. You smiled at the younger boy and hugged him like you always do. The shock written across his face was expected on your end. You knew what your boyfriend had texted him, it was the typical text for when He had something new to teach him within sexual realms or just wanted him there for everything.

“Hi Taro baby.” you greet, “Want a glass too? We were just about to get comfy.” you smile brightly.

“Something feels off.” he immediately responds.

Yuta chuckles against the rim of his glass, “I heard an interesting comment from Dejun today when he came in for recording.” Shotaro’s stomach sank through the floor, he should’ve known better than to tell Yangyang what was going on. As much as he loved his friend he should’ve thought about how that boy can’t keep a secret for his life of him. You notice how he shifts back and forth on his feet, it’s a nervous habit of his you had taken notice of the first time you had been introduced to him. You step closer and rest a hand on his shoulder. His attention immediately shifts to you and you’re met with wide slightly panicked eyes.

“Do you need a minute? You know I hate seeing you so upset.”

“I’m- yeah, it’s okay.” he responds, then turning back to Yuta, “What did he say? Anything interesting.”

He was trying so hard to seem casual, internally he was panicked but he didn’t want to let that show. Yuta chuckled again and motioned for the younger to come to sit beside him. Slowly the younger does approach and sits beside him. You can feel the nervousness radiating off of Shotaro as he sits beside your boyfriend. Quietly, you approach the pair sitting on Shotaro’s other side. Reaching toward his hands, which were tightly clasped together, you take his hand in yours and begin playing with his fingertips. It was a habit you developed long before Yuta offered to teach him anything sexual. When Yuta was on tour or busy with schedules he would always ask Taro to take care of you, which, in reality, it was the other way around. That often meant that you’d stay at his dorm late into the night hanging out with him and Sungchan, sometimes it would be games, other times it would be movies. After a few times of you falling asleep there, using the younger as a pillow, he made it a point to tell you that it was okay and he was willing to cuddle if you wanted. He knew you would feel lonely especially when Yuta was overseas for a schedule, he hated knowing that and did what he could to help.

“He did say some interesting things.” Yuta sighs, dropping his head back against the couch cushions, “He said he overheard Yangyang bragging about how he was going to fuck my girlfriend. Know anything about that?”

“B-before you get mad-”

“I knew it! You said you wouldn’t say anything!” Yuta erupts.

“Yuta,” you say lowly, feeling how Shotaro tensed in your hold, “let him explain.”

“I didn’t mean to say anything, honestly I didn’t. We were just relaxing in his room last week and he asked if I ever wondered what it would be like to suck dick and I didn’t think and just said I have before.” the blonde word-vomits.

“How did that turn into him claiming that he’s going to fuck her?” he gestures toward you with a nod.

“He pestered me into telling him who I gave a blowjob and then I kinda just spilled it all… I swear I never told him he was getting a chance to! I don’t know where he got that idea.”

Yuta simply nods at his younger friend and takes another sip of his wine. Shotaro starts playing with your fingers subconsciously expecting more of a reaction from the older but not getting it. You let out a soft sigh which captures the attention of both men. Shotaro simply gives you a look that conveys that he’s worried. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, raises an eyebrow at you, lips still touching the rim of his glass. The image alone made you practically melt, you needed to focus on your task though.

“Why are you trying to act so unbothered?” you ask your boyfriend.

“What do you mean baby?” he questions back, placing his wine glass down on the side table.

“You’re clearly upset by Yangyang saying that stuff about me. Don’t forget that both of us can read you like our favorite books. Why are you trying to pretend it doesn’t bother you?” you reiterate your question.

“Yuta, I,” the blonde interrupts himself with a sigh, “I understand if you’re mad that I told him. I’ll talk to him tomorrow morning when I see him and tell him to stop if that’s what you want.”

The brunette smiles softly at his younger friend. It’s a type of fond smile that he only gives you and Shotaro, you knew that smile well. While it does seem sweet and soft on the surface, you also knew that he was planning something at the speed of light. Shotaro held his gaze on the older with sparkly eyes, he wanted nothing more than to calm the simmering jealously Yuta was displaying. In the process of him talking he had stopped playing with your fingers and instead chose to just hold your hand. Every so often he does fiddle with your ring though, it was a ring Yuta had bought for you when he was in Japan for a schedule. It wasn’t an engagement ring, but he did say it would be a placeholder until he could get you a real engagement ring in the future. You watch as Yuta reaches a hand up to move a stray piece of hair out of the blonde’s face followed by a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, sweet boy. I have an idea though.” his soft smile melts into a smirk as he speaks the last few words.

“An idea?” you and Shotaro speak at the same time.

“How about we let him watch?” he proposes, “He was so eager to tell everyone that he was going to fuck my girlfriend, how about we give him a show?”

“Yuta, are you sure? This isn’t your pride or jealousy talking?” you question with a slightly worried tone.

“Yeah, I can always just tell him to shut up…” Taro adds on.

“I’m sure. Maybe he just needs to see it to get him to stop spreading stupid rumors like that. Are you two okay with that? I don’t want to upset either of you with my ideas.”

He moves his hand to hold Shotaro’s unoccupied hand, gently running his thumb over the blonde’s knuckles. You feel how his grip on your hand finally loosens slightly alerting you that he was starting to calm down. You knew Yuta would never force anything on you, he asked you weeks in advance if you were comfortable with helping him teach Taro everything you have so far. He might be an intense person but he’s always concerned about your comfort and safety above everything else, and the same goes for Shotaro when he’s involved.

“I’m okay with that.” you nod, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“I- um,” Shotaro stutters slightly, “If you’re sure.” he mumbles out.

“Taro, I want to know what you’re comfortable with. If you don’t want to let Yangyang see you like that, if you think it’ll mess with your friendship, then we won’t do it.”

“I’m comfortable with it. I just need to think of something as a cover to get him to come here. You know, since he’s never been here before or anything.” he rambles slightly.

Yuta lets out a soft laugh at how the younger man reacts. Shotaro smiles back at him before turning to you to make sure that you were comfortable with everything too. Despite Shotaro not being your boyfriend, he’s always been very attentive to you. He looks up to you but also wants nothing more than for you to be the happiest you can be at any given moment.

“Do you want to choose the next movie?” Yuta offers you, “I know neither of you really enjoy this kind of stuff.”

“Taro can choose,” you respond shaking your head, “I think I’ll get the snacks ready.”

“Um,” the younger vocalizes, “are we not going to discuss logistics?”

The brunette laughs softly again, nuzzling his head against Taro’s showing how much he truly adores the younger man, “We can do that in the morning, let’s just relax and watch the movie tonight.”

And that’s just what you do, the moment you return with bowls of different snacks you smile fondly. Yuta has Shotaro tucked under his arm, Shotaro using the brunette’s shoulder as a pillow. Yuta’s head gently rests on top of Taro’s as the younger scrolls through movie options. After placing the bowls down you join them on the couch. When you do, you take notice that Shotaro is nearly asleep choosing a movie. In his defense, Yuta did text him really late at night and he was probably starting to wind down for the night when he received the text. Then followed by the anxiety that your boyfriend unintentionally provoked you can’t blame him for being so exhausted. Still, he wrapped his free arm around you and you quickly get comfortable in his hold. It took all of ten minutes into the movie for Shotaro to be asleep. His soft snores were muffled by the TV. You wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for your head against his chest. When you reach up to gently tap Yuta’s hand you notice that he too was asleep. As much as you would love to leave them asleep there, you know that they would both be whining about being achy in the morning from sleeping in such an awkward position for so long. You place your hand on top of Yuta’s free one in his lap. He hardly stirs enough to wake up but when his eyes barely open and he sees your smile he wakes up enough to entertain a conversation.

“You okay baby?” his voice still laced with sleep.

“You both fell asleep, we should at least get in bed if you’re too tired.”

Yuta simply nods and shifts to take Shotaro in his arms, the younger not even slightly stirring when Yuta does so. You had gone ahead slightly, getting the blankets ready so your boyfriend didn’t have to hold the sleeping boy any longer than he needed to in his sleepy state. The moment the three of you were situated in your bed Shotaro practically latches onto you in his sleep. Yuta hardly lets out a soft giggle before succumbing to sleep himself. You lay there for a while longer alternating between the two men, playing with their hair before eventually, you fall asleep too.

All three of you woke up late the next morning, you had wanted to stay in bed longer and get some more sleep but your boyfriend had other plans. No later than 9am, which in reality isn’t too early, he drags both you and Shotaro out of bed. You’re much easier to wake up than Shotaro though, the younger boy wanted nothing more than to stay in bed and use your chest as a pillow. After a while though, and a promise for homemade waffles, he was up and already clinging to you and Yuta.

Breakfast goes by rather quickly, most of it is spent in silence while you come to grips with being awake. You slowly ate your waffles and had empty conversations with the two boys for a good hour or two before Yuta started to speak up about your plan again.

“How do you two feel about bringing him over today?” he blurted out of nowhere.

“What?” Shotaro asks, slightly choking on his drink, “Isn’t that a bit sudden? Shouldn’t we plan it out first?”

“We’re planning it now Taro.” he smirks at the younger.

“I mean, if you’re okay with it I am too.” you offer a gentle smile.

“Okay, Taro, you comfortable with that?” sincerity dripping from your boyfriend’s words.

The younger nods curtly but it’s clear that he really was okay with it all, just a bit taken back by the sudden jump in the plan. Offering a warm smile Yuta suggests you take your conversation to the couch. Cleaning can be dealt with at a later time. Getting comfortable on the couch you find yourself tucked under your boyfriend’s arm while Shotaro sits in the armchair beside you. Your boyfriend has always been one to plan scenes out very carefully, and take every precaution needed. There was always a plan B, and a plan C just in case anything goes in a way that isn’t ideal. Now was no different, in fact, he seems more detail-oriented and planned with this one compared to the normal ones with just him or him and Shotaro.

“Taro, you’re the one who has to get him here. Try not to overtly say that he’s coming to watch us though. Maybe just say I wanted to hang out and get to know him for once.”

“And if he questions why were coming to her apartment?” the younger asks with a nod towards you.

“Just say that the dorm was too busy, or that I wanted to hang out too.” you offer.

From there you go into the logistics of how you want the actual scene to lay out. It was very clear from the start that Yuta didn’t want Yangyang fucking you at all. If anything he was more inclined to not let the boy have any sexual gratification from anyone. His philosophy is that if he wants to talk big like that with a lie he should be put in his place. You found it a bit harsh though and managed to get him to agree to at least something for the younger. Still, you knew you weren’t having sex with him. With the way Yuta was brooding about it you doubt even Shotaro would get a go with you this time. By the end of the planning, you had established your roles for the evening too, as always Yuta was yours and Shotaro’s dom, he always was, this time though you were planned to be dominant over Shotaro too. More often than not you end up being a the bottom of the totem poll in terms of dominance. Shotaro had offered to take that place this time though, reassuring you both that he didn’t mind being in that state in front of his friend. You aren’t quite sure how Yangyang will be in that setting but something in your gut says that he’ll bend to your every will, possibly Yuta’s too.

Once the three of you were dressed and ready for the day Shotaro heads out of your apartment to head to get Yangyang. You and Yuta on the other hand, stay at your apartment slowly getting everything prepped for later. It was peaceful and quiet for the first little bit, neither you nor Yuta say very much at all preferring to clean in quiet. When you finish tidying the living room you barely graze your hand across Yuta’s back in passing. It truly was an innocent touch, you just wanted to let him know you were passing behind him. However, your boyfriend always seems to take things with a dirty thought. His eyes follow you into the kitchen, you can feel him watching you as you lean over to start cleaning the counter. You glance over your shoulder throwing him a playful glare before continuing your task.

“Baby,” he comments, “could you come over here a moment.”

“Depends, does that include me staying over there? I really do want to straighten up a little bit.”

“It shouldn’t, but you never know.” he shrugs.

You let out an airy giggle before walking over to where Yuta was organizing papers and moving them off your small dining table. He was acting as if he was truly doing the task, acting like he didn’t even see you walk over to him. You decided to place a hand on his shoulder to alert him of your presence (even though he already knew you were there).

“What did you need, handsome?” you tease.

“I had an idea.” he comments casually giving you a specific smile.

“I know that smile, what are you planning?” you ask with a suspicious tone.

“Why are you worried, beautiful? I just had a thought about how to greet the boys when they get here.” “That seems… tame.”

He chuckles, “How about we just worry about cleaning your room and straightening up the bathroom? We both know they won’t be seeing much more of the house but the entryway and your room.”

“So, what does that have to do with greeting them?”

He stands, wrapping a hand around your waist, “We can get started without them,” he flirts, “after we tidy up your bedroom and the bathroom we might have some leftover time for you to change into something pretty and get started.”

“There it is,” you laugh, “honestly, that’s not a terrible idea. We both know Shotaro loves walking in on us a little too much.”

His grip around your waist tightens, pulling you closer against his body. You don’t have a moment to think before his lips are against yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. You reciprocate the kiss without even thinking about it, gently wrapping your arms around his neck. You kiss for a few minutes before Yuta pulls away making you chase after his lips a little bit. He smirks at the reaction you instantly have.

“We should get to cleaning now.”

You nod with a slight pout, “We should.” “Also, I think you should wear that shorter silk robe. Easy to take off and you look absolutely stunning in it.” “And?” he gives you a questioning look at your response, “What else should I wear with it?” “Nothing, you’ll be just fine in the robe alone. You won’t be in it long anyway.”

His comment makes you blush but you’re still trapped in his arms. Lucky for you, Yuta is an extremely ticklish person. You run your hands down his front, at first he clearly thinks you’re flirting heavily again. Then when you move your fingers to his sides and start tickling him he immediately releases you. Finally, you find your escape route and run into the bathroom to start cleaning. You can hear him yelling after you and whining about how you tricked him. You just laugh back and continue tidying. Hearing his comment that he’s going to start cleaning your room you finally think he’s decided to leave you be for a little bit. It didn’t take long for you to clean the bathroom, it wasn’t big, nothing in your apartment really was. You quietly make your way into your bedroom to find Yuta just finishing up as well, from what you can tell. The time you know he genuinely didn’t hear you enter the room, he didn’t even spare a glance at you when you made your way over to the closet. He doesn’t react until you pull one of the closet doors open. You think he might’ve had a mild heart attack when he turned around to see you standing there. The reaction alone had you ready to keel over with laughter.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming in? You scared me half to death!” he says with an exasperated tone.

“I wanted to let you clean,” you respond, “I’m just getting changed into my robe and thought you needed more time to clean.” You see how his eyes change at the mention of you changing into that robe he mentioned earlier. You had always gotten a kick out of teasing him, telling him exactly what you were planning, or wanting if he wasn’t there with you. Now was no different, he knew what you were doing and so did he, it was a game of whether he would act on it or let you win.

“Lucky for me, I just finished the last thing I needed to do.”

“Oh?” you question, beginning to change without paying him any mind.

“Taro texted me that he and Yangyang are on their way over. If we still want to greet them with a show you better get changed fast, baby.” he tells you, walking up until his words are right against your ear.

“Wanna help me undress then?” you ask, turning around to face him. He smirks, leaning forward to capture your lips again, “Of course I do.”

He slowly takes off every bit of your clothing, kissing you as he does so, until you’re standing there naked in front of him. He decides to tease you more by taking your breast in his hand, playing with it for a few moments. When you let out a whine he decides to reach behind you and wrap your robe around your body. He notices how you pout a little bit wanting to continue your make-out session, the sight makes him smile lazily.

“We can continue out in the dining area, my love.” he tells you with a sweet tone.

He takes a step back and helps you tie the ribbon around your waist before picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and start peppering kisses along the column of his neck. The scene isn’t unfamiliar to you, there were more than a few occasions where you could be found on your kitchen table making out. The moment you reach the kitchen your boyfriend sits you down on the table and pulls you away from his neck. When you get a good look at him you see all of the pretty marks you left behind. You were always proud of the marks you would litter all over his body, you knew he secretly was too, though he never explicitly stated it. He didn’t give you much time to admire your work though. Within breaths, he had his lips against yours again. When you make out with Yuta all concept of time flies out the window. You aren’t sure how long you’re sitting there kissing him. You continue to kiss him even as you hear the front door of your apartment click open. It isn’t until you hear an audible gasp coming from the entryway that Yuta pulls away from you.

“Hey,” he says casually, “thought it would take you longer to get here.”

“Hmm?” Shotaro responds just as casually as he hangs his jacket on the wall tree, “Oh, we were originally going to stop for snacks but decided against it on the walk here.”

You’re in a horny haze but are still present enough to process just how shocked Yangyang is. Then you take note of how his eyes drop down to your clavicle. Your robe had drooped off your shoulder exposing the skin of your shoulder, collarbones, and upper part of your breast. You reach to pull the fabric back into place and retie the ribbon around your waist before hopping off the table. Yuta watches you with a knowing look, he could always read you like a book he’s read a million times. You walk silently toward the two younger men, Shotaro is clearly more relaxed than his Chinese counterpart.

“Welcome back pretty boy.” you smirk, welcoming yourself into Shotaro’s arms.

“Thanks,” he giggles quietly.

You place a gentle kiss on his cheek, followed by a small one against his jaw, then his neck. Pulling back you turn to ask Yuta a silent question. He gives you a small, subtle nod knowing exactly what you planned before you even turned around. You face the blonde man, who currently has his arms wrapped around you, again giving him that same knowing look you gave Yuta. He releases you and you take a few steps back before side-stepping to be in front of the pink-haired boy.

“I’m glad you could come for the fun.” you smile sweetly, stepping forward to hug around his waist.

“Huh? Um, someone, explain please?” he starts to nervously giggle.

“You wanted to talk big, am I wrong?” Yuta starts, making the younger blush, “If you’re willing and consent, we’re inviting you to watch. That hug is the only physical contact you’re getting from her tonight.”

You lean your head against Yangyang’s shoulder, peering back at your boyfriend with an innocent look. Yuta smirks, almost in disbelief of how shamelessly you were flirting with all three of them. He gives you a gesture that you knew meant for you to come toward him instead of where you were currently standing in Yangyang’s hold. You smile brightly and wiggle your way out of the younger’s arms and find yourself held by your boyfriend instead.

“You in? If not I can always have Taro walk you home. The choice is yours, kid.”

You knew he was taunting the younger slightly, you also knew that Yangyang would respond well to it seeing as that’s how his members like to tease him. The pink-haired man nods silently, and Shotaro nudges him with a whisper. You can assume that he’s telling his friend to be vocal about his choice and not just nod.

“I’m more than happy to join you guys, I fully consent.” he finally says in a quiet voice.

You briefly make eye contact with Shotaro and you can see him starting to slip into his submissive headspace instead of his neutral one from before. You tap Yuta’s waist with the hand you have wrapped around him. He looks at you, when you gesture with your eyes towards Shotaro he sees exactly what you’re referring to.

“Taro, why don’t you head back with her while I chat with Yangyang for a minute?”

The younger jerkily nods and walks towards your outstretched hand before taking it. You aren’t sure what Yuta needed to talk to the other man about but you aren’t too worried about it. Knowing him, he’s simply informing him about the normal safeword and safe motions if needed. The moment you get into the room Shotaro turns to be in front of you, he clings to you fully. His arms wrap around you and he hides his face in your neck. You smile softly and card your fingers into his hair, brushing through it gently. Coaxing him away from your neck you hold eye contact with him, watching him fully slip into his submissive headspace.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” he mumbles, “Can- can I have a kiss?”

“Of course,” you smile, still playing with the ends of his hair, “anything for my baby.”

You lean forward and place a soft peck on his lips. He of course wanted to have more than one small peck, he pushes himself forward to kiss you again. It takes you by surprise slightly but you happily accept it and kiss him back. You decide it best to walk back to your bed and continue kissing him there. Laying on your back you immediately feel the space between your legs become occupied by Shotaro. When he lets out a while you pull him away and give him a questioning look.

“You don’t have anything on, it feels really nice. I wanna fuck you, please?”

You chuckle at him, “Not right now baby, you know Yuta wants you and Yangie to watch.”

“Please,” he asks grinding against your bare core, “just a little-”

“A little what?” you hear Yuta’s voice filling the space, “What do you want prince?”

Yangyang still looks a little lost at how to process what’s happening but also can’t seem to tear his eyes from where it’s obvious that Shotaro is still grinding on you. Yuta takes a few steps forward to stand next to where you and the younger are laying. He reaches down and takes a handful of Taro’s hair.

“I asked you a question, you best answer it.” he bites slightly, “I want to treat you nice today.”

“I wanted to fuck her, please, will you let me?” he nearly begs.

Yuta smirks down at him, “Not today, prince, maybe another time. Today you’re going to sit with your friend and watch.” to which he received a whine, “Now, now, it wouldn’t be polite to leave Yangyang to be the only one not involved. Would it?”

“No.” he caves.

“Good boy, now, knock that off and go sit with your friend.”

Shotaro immediately gets off of you and shuffles toward the couch where Yangyang was now sitting. You didn’t need to look at him to know he was slightly embarrassed being chastised in front of the other. It didn’t exactly help that he had a clear wet spot on the front of his shorts from grinding against your bare core. Before you can process much more, your boyfriend is hovering over your form, hips resting between your legs where Shotaro previously was.

“Now you, it seems that you’re already ready for me.” he smirks, running two fingers through your folds, “Do you need prep, or are you fine still from yesterday?”

When you don’t respond he lays a light slap on your thigh and raises his eyebrow at you.

“I’ll be okay, just want you.” you finally admit.

He doesn’t take long getting rid of his clothes and coming back to the side of the bed. In very few words he instructs you to remove your robe leaving you bare to the three men in the room. Yuta doesn’t give them much time to admire you though, he grabs you by the waist and places you on your hands and knees. You can feel the bed dip behind you, you know it’s Yuta climbing up behind you. He starts running the tip of his member through your folds collecting a bit of wetness on himself before slowly entering you. Gasping, your voice melts into a whimper, head falling forward at the feeling.

“It’s weird that you two are both fully dressed. If you want to you’re more than welcome to touch yourselves.” he comments, completely ignoring how you clench around him, “Or each other, whatever you want.”

He slowly starts thrusting into you and you don’t do anything to hold back your moans. He would just go harder on you if you were to hold anything back. Yuta’s thrusts grow faster and your moans continue to fly free into the air. You move your head slightly and make eye contact with Shotaro again. He’s shifting in his seat next to Yangyang but doesn’t make any move to touch himself or do anything without explicit permission from either you or Yuta. Then your eyes shift to the other sitting in front of you, he’s also clearly not going to act without permission. He’s a bit braver though, palming himself through his sweats while watching how your boyfriend thrusts into you from behind.

“T-taro, baby, what was it again that got us into this situation?” you knew the answer but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Um, uh, I was telling Yangyang about what we do together. Now I’m not allowed to have fun with you both.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Yuta interrupts, still keeping a steady pace, “you can have fun with us but you’re not touching us. Yangyang, what were the exact words Shotaro told you the other day?”

Yangyang gulps but knows better than to stay silent, “He told me that he’s sucked you off before and that you guys started teaching him things. B-but I took it too far and started telling lies that I was going to fuck your girlfriend.”

Yuta hums to masking a grunt when you clench again, “Taro, prince, how about you show Yangyang just how good you are with your mouth? Can you do that for me?”

Shotaro looks at the older with large shiny eyes. They’re a mix between both insecurity and excitement. Still, he nods and kneels in front of his friend. You watch the scene unfold in front of you and it only serves to excite you more. With how your boyfriend is fucking you and seeing the excitement radiating off the younger men, you can feel a knot starting to tighten in your belly. The blonde man tips his head back, you don’t see it but you know he has his tongue out too. Ever your patient sub he sits there as Yangyang tries to process what’s about to happen. The moment the pink-haired man does though he drops his sweats and boxers together. You let a whimper out seeing how the younger gets to work immediately kissing up and down the other’s member. Yuta grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up flush against his chest with no warning.

“Isn’t that a pretty sight, baby? Seeing our boy being so good to our guest.” he rasps out.

You hum in response not trusting your voice at this moment. Shotaro experimentally starts sucking on Yangyang’s tip, eliciting a high whine from the other. Yangyang grips the base of his shirt trying to control himself from latching onto the blonde’s hair. Despite focusing on his task he reaches out for Yangyang’s tightly clasped hands and guides them to his hair. He takes a brief look up at the other and gives him a surprisingly innocent smile before going back to his previous engagement. You can tell the sight excites Yuta too, the way that he grips onto you and the way his thrusts are harsher by the moment it’s strikingly clear. Your mind is so lost in pleasure you hardly register the command Yuta gives his younger Japanese friend. You don’t fully process it until after Yuta holds your jaw to look at the other two. Shotaro is now completely stripped and grinding himself against Yangyang’s leg, still keeping his mouth occupied with the other. Yangyang keens out high whimpers and moans as his friend gives him what might be the best blowjob he’s ever gotten.

“Cum, wanna cum.” the Chinese man gasps suddenly.

“Prince, back off.” Yuta simply states in a half moan, “Yangyang can’t cum until both she and I do. Isn’t that what I told you?” he directs his question at the pink-haired boy.

“Yes, but please, I was so close and-”

“And nothing. I can feel how close she is so just be patient and accept the teasing that Taro is providing you.”

Yuta finally releases your hair and you fall forward completely giving into the pleasure you’re feeling. He sets an animalistic pace knowing you were close to tipping off the edge. Leaning forward he whispers dirty comments in your ear which only drive you closer to your orgasm.

“Taro, baby, go ahead. Make him and yourself cum, I’m almost there.” you gasp out when Yuta starts playing with your clit.

The younger wastes no time and Yangyang whines the moment Shotaro starts deep-throating him. Your orgasm crashes into you the moment you hear it, spasming around your boyfriend. Yuta, who had been managing to control his volume the whole time, finally lets his moans out. Just moments after he paints your walls with his cum. Shotaro follows not long after, knowing he was finally allowed to now that both of you had. His cum painting up Yangyang’s leg and his own chest. Yangyang cums last and Shotaro doesn’t waste a single drop. He makes sure to swallow every bit in his mouth, licking his lips for good measure. Yuta had been shallowly thrusting into you watching the scene in front of you unfold. When he finally pulls out, you can feel his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs.

The four of you stay quiet for a while catching your breath. Yuta had stepped away for a short moment to get a soft rag to clean you, Yangyang, and Shotaro. After being cleaned of any mess Shotaro found his way under Yangyang’s arm, cuddling him as he slowly came back from his submissive headspace. Yuta was quick to invite them to cuddle with you in bed though. Of course, they didn’t hesitate to join in, creating a rather large cuddle pile.

“Hey, can I just comment something?” Yangyang asks.

“Sure.” Yuta comments, half awake.

“No homo.”

“What?” you question, barely awake.

“No homo, you know, cause Taro sucked my dick.”

“You’re really going to say no homo… bro that simply doesn’t make sense.” Shotaro sasses.

Yuta shushes them loudly before commenting, “Both of you shut up and sleep. Yangyang, that’s not how it works anyway. Goodnight.”

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yutaabyss · 2 years

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Hiii can I request yangyang best friends to lovers fluff + smut with a tiny bit of angst :D

thank you for requesting!! i really hope you like what I wrote. i tried to keep it more on the soft side.

requested/ for you

characters: yangyang x female!reader

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst

warnings: unprotected sex, nipple sucking, brief cockwarming, probably some other things

author’s note: soft yangyang hours

“Yangyang, I swear if you don’t move,” currently you were trying to make your best friend move away from the front door. You were already running late for your date with Hendery and Yangyang was not helping you. “Y/N please,” he whined at you. This had been going on for the past hour, Yangyang was desperate for you not to attend this dinner with Hendery, he never wanted you to go anywhere with a potential boyfriend. “Yangyang, what is the big deal,” you sighed in frustration, feeling more and more guilty for making the other boy wait for you. “I’ll miss you too much,” he pouted at you. You rolled your eyes, “I’ll be back in like an hour. Yangyang just move,” you pushed at his slender frame again. He huffed, shifting away from the door, looking like a bratty child. “Thank you, I’ll see you around 10,” you opened the door moving to leave.

Yangyang sat on the sofa in your living room, a random movie playing in the background. His legs were kicked up on your coffee table -even though you told him multiple times not to do that- watching the clock tick by. It was way past 10 and he was not happy you were still out. Were you safe? Were you having fun? Were you…sleeping with Hende- no he refused to ask that last one. His stomach turned at the mere thought of you having sex with someone like Hendery…or anyone in general at that. You wouldn’t do that anyway, right? Just as more anxiety began to rise in his chest you walked through the front door. “Y/N!” he yelled excitedly, forgetting he was upset that you were late being home. “Hey,” you breathed out, flopping down next to him. You turned your head toward him, looking up at his eyes, snuggling into his side. “What’s wrong?” he shifted, looking all over your face and body for any signs of injury. You smiled slightly as he did so, “the date was a total bust.” Yangyang bit back a smile, “Told you,” he said cockily to which you scoffed. “Whatever,” you went to leave. His hand shot up, grabbing your arm, “wait, I’m sorry,” he pleaded with you. “That was rude, it’s just I knew Hendery wouldn’t match your energy,” his eyes were begging you to sit back down. You caved, plopping back next to him. “Why do they never work out Yangyang?” your eyes glossed over a little, hurt by how the night turned out. “Because they just aren’t for you,” he pat your head lovingly. “Ugh, you’re right but I hate that you are,” your head fell into his lap as you complained. “Will you marry me if no one else will?” your big eyes gazing up at him made him flustered. “I’d marry you even if there were hundreds of people lined up asking for your hand,” his smile warmed your heart. “Hmm, your so sweet.”

Your body felt insanely hot as your eyes fluttered open. It was still dark outside, all the lights were left on in your living room, and the tv was playing a movie you’d never seen. Feeling like you were suffocating, you looked over to see Yangyang clinging to your body on the small couch. “Yangyang, wake up,” you called his name, attempting to shove him a little. “Hmm,” he just hummed against your chest. His face was squished against your boob, drooling a little on your shirt. “Yangyang,” you called louder, startling him awake. “What? What’s wrong?” his hair was a mess as he shot up. You giggled at the sight, “nothing, you’re just suffocating me,” you pushed on his chest. “Oh, sorry” he got off you, standing up from the couch and stretching. “Now I’m all sweaty,” you pouted up at him, “and my boobs have your drool all over them,” your face switched to a grimace. Yangyang’s face heated up a little in embarrassment, “I don’t drool in my sleep,” he tried to defend himself. “Yeah say that to your saliva on my tits,” you gestured toward your chest. “Must have a leak in your ceiling,” he pretended to inspect the perfectly fine ceiling. “Whatever, I’m gonna shower. You can sleep in my bed with me as long as you don’t drool all over,” you stood up, heading down the hall, laughing to yourself as you heard him complain.

Once you were done cooling off under the cold droplets of water, and washing off Yangyang’s spit, you made your way back to your room. Yangyang lay on your bed scrolling through his phone mindlessly. “What time is it?” Yangyang nearly jumped out of bed, your voice scaring the daylights out of him. “Jesus,” he slumped further into the bed. “Sorry,” you laughed at him. “It’s 2:15 am,” he glared at you. “Damn, you didn't have to stay up for me,” you started taking your hair down from the towel. “Wanted to,” he mumbled, eyes wandering over your exposed body. All you had on was a pair of black panties and a black cropped tank top. This wasn’t the first time Yangyang had seen you like this, the two of you had shared countless sleepovers, but each time became increasingly more difficult as he fell more and more in love with you. You climbed under the white covers, cuddling up to his side. Yangyang stared up at the ceiling fan, trying to distract himself from the feeling of your very exposed body on him. He knew he’d break one day but he didn’t expect it to be so soon. “Y/N?” he called your name softly. “Yeah?” you looked at the ceiling as well. “I love you,” his heart raced a little. “I love you too Yangyang,” you fixed your eyes on him. “No, like, I love you…more than friends,” he visibly gulped. “Oh.” He turned on his side, “Y/N,” he said your name again. “Yeah,” you whispered as you both stared at each other. “Can I kiss you?” shivers ran all down your body, butterflies abrupting in you. Was your best friend confessing? And did he just really ask to kiss you? You had been waiting for this moment for a long time. “Yeah,” your voice was barely audible. His large hand cradled the side of your face as he leaned in and kissed your lips slowly. Testing the waters, he licked at your bottom lip, sucking on it softly. You moaned quietly into his soft lips, Yangyang took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

You laid like that for a while, just kissing each other lovingly, hands wandering over his chest. You pushed your front into him, your hips bumping into his hardened dick. He grunted at the contact, “Y/N, please touch me,” his eyes were hooded as he looked at you. Arousal flooded into your panties, your thighs clenching together at his question. “Yangyang,” you cooed at him. “Please, I can’t stop thinking about you and how you feel,” he kissed a spot on your neck. Softly, you pushed his shoulders down on the bed, climbing onto his lap. Your hips ground down on his eliciting a loud moan from his mouth. It felt good, your swollen clit rubbing against your wet underwear. “Y/N, you mean everything to me, and I just couldn’t stand the thought of you being with another person,” he started confessing further. “I know Yangyang,” you leaned down, kissing him, your hands playing in his hair, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize.” You pulled back, yanking your shirt off, exposing your breasts to him. His eyes were hazy as he looked over them, “oh God,” he moaned. You reached down to pull his top off next, “you’re so pretty Yangyang,” you whispered in his ear, biting at his lobe. He mouthed at your boobs, sucking a nipple into his mouth, alternating between the two. “Yangyang,” you gasped as he grazed his teeth over each nipple. “A-are you sure about this?” you looked into his bright eyes. “I’ve never been so sure in my life,” he kissed the sides of your lips.

You slid down his body so you could free him from his sweats, soon noticing he wasn’t wearing boxers. You pulled your panties off, stuffing them in his pant pocket, “so you’ll remember this later.” His dick twitched a little, “trust me, I’ll remember this forever,” he smiled sweetly. Your hand stroked his shaft, and his abs tensed at the sensation flowing through him, “but can you please do something already?” “I am doing something,” you grinned at him. Yangyang whined at you until you finally moved your hips to his, slowly helping him enter you. Your eyes shut instinctively as you took all of him, your hands pressed to his chest while he caressed your sides in a calming motion. “Is this okay?” his sweet voice brought you back to reality. “Yeah,” you kissed his lips, beginning to move up and down. His large hands held onto your hips as he watched you move on him. He was in heaven, years of desperately being in love with his best friend were finally paying off.“Yangyang, I can’t,” you sounded breathless as you spoke. “You’re almost there baby,” he practically moaned every word. He reached down between your bodies to rub your clit, he could tell you were close by the way your walls clenched around him. “I’m gonna cum,” your whole body felt overwhelmed with pleasure as he drew circles on your sensitive bud. “Fuck, Y/N,” your velvety walls sucked him in, tightening as you came all over him, his lap covered in your juices. “Where do you want me to come,” he asked you. “Inside,” you gasped as you felt spurts of his cum pour into you. “Ahh,” he hissed out in sensitivity as you helped him ride his pleasure out. You lay down on his chest, your head right on his heart, his dick still filling you up. “Just stay like this for a minute,” you said quietly as you rest your eyes. “I’ll stay like this forever if that’s what you want,” he sounded so cheesy when he said it. You laughed at him, “I bet you would,” you smirked playfully.

After a few minutes, you finally got up and cleaned off, settling into the soft covers with him. “I really do love you,” he said suddenly. “I love you too Yangyang,” you kissed his cheek gently. “I hope this time… you’re really for me,” your words were hardly above a whisper. Yangyang pulled you closer to him under the covers, “I’ll always be just for you.”

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rosewould · 2 years

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cynics; jns

part iv

masterlist

words; 5.5k

genre: ANGST (with a short sprinkle of smut)

warnings; PIV, reckless & self-destructive behavior, (almost) implied coercion(?), manipulation, just the angstiest of angst.

preface; I’m very pleased with how this came out. I’m more confident about this fic now. I was so scared to make the characters bad people, but not anymore lmao. Fun to write, hard to read.

"Let's sit and talk." With urgency in her voice, Jisoo tugs at Johnny's sleeve before he could pass by. He looks down at her hand on his shirt.

"I have to go. I just thought she should know, that's all." Johnny tries to leave but Jisoo stands up and calls after him.

"Jisoo! It's fine!" You whisper yell at her.

"You don't have to say anything else while I'm here, but please tell Taeyong or Mark to text her later. Or you talk to her later." As if she realized how strange her actions appeared, her shoulders droop with a sigh. Her eyes flicker up to the ceiling, looking for a way to explain without seeming like she was probing.

"Things are so good right now, and I'll do what I can to keep it that way." Jisoo states firmly. Johnny looks at her with a troubled expression.

"Whatever, I'll tell Mark." Johnny shrugs, reluctantly agreeing to drag out the drama he knew he'd cause if he said something. He knew he needed to, though. He had to do something.

"No, don't. Don't worry about it, this is my problem so I'll deal with it." You try to look him in the eyes but you fail and look at your drink. Jisoo mutters under her breath about how it's not your fault, but you glare at her to stop.

"I'll talk to Taeyong tomorrow-"

"No!" Johnny shouts, causing everyone in the café to look in his direction. He falters, glancing around before looking at you again. He looks around, looking for a way to disguise his true intentions. "No... it's not just your problem. That Nayeon chick is the problem here." He explains awkwardly before shoving his hands into his jeans.

"Okay... well I'll still talk to Taeyong. I'm sure there was a bit of a misunderstanding between her and I." You grit your teeth as you force the words out. Johnny winces a little bit after you speak.

"Got it." He finally turns and leaves. When he gets outside he shoves his half-empty drink in the garbage. "Fuck." He storms towards his car and swings open the door. He slams it behind him and freezes when he hears a crack. His eyes slowly pan over to his cracked door window. He shouts profanities and slams his fists against his steering wheel.

Johnny repeatedly takes deep breaths as he walks up to his door. He stands there for a moment, trying to calm himself down. Every time he attempted to, he was reminded of why he was angry. He wouldn't help you, why are you still so whipped for him? He's parading his new girl around you. You could be so naïve sometimes.

While he fishes his keys out of his pocket, he notices voices inside the door. He swings his door open and storms into the living room. When he enters and scowls at the parasites invading his space, they all look at him like he has three heads.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Doyoung laughs. Doyoung's laugh was a broken record at this point. Grating to the ears.

"I thought I told you guys I wanted to be alone today?" Johnny inhales deeply and stops in the middle when he catches a whiff of something nausea-inducing. Not the normal funk he's accustomed to, something worse. "What the fuck is that smell?"

"We heard you whine about being alone and we told you we wouldn't bother you if you went up to your room." Lucas mumbles, not looking up from his phone. Johnny can see from behind him that he's going from notification to notification, pulling up each picture he was sent. YangYang taps on his shoulder and shows him a picture. They both chuckle before Lucas shows him one as well.

"Did something die in here? What is that smell?" Johnny pinches his nostrils shut as he grimaces.

"Bro, this is your house isn't it?" YangYang turns his body to face Johnny. "Go figure it out." Johnny flinches at his hostile tone. Usually, YangYang is never like that towards him, only Mark and...

Either way, Johnny got along with YangYang the most. He seemed the most level-headed and he rarely ever said baseless bullshit to fit whatever topic was being talked about. He also never disrespected Johnny, and even fought for him on occasion. But the way he cut his eyes into him just now was disconcerting. There's a nagging feeling deep within him but he pushes it down, as per usual. He chuckles.

"Okay man, don't get too worked up."

The room is awkwardly quiet as he shuffles in place. Lucas, Doyoung, and YangYang are all looking at him like he's crazy again.

"Uh, I'm gonna go check upstairs to see where the smell is coming from." Johnny hurries up the stairs, blocking out whatever they were whispering for his own good. When he opens the door to his room, he's met with the strong stench of death. He coughs, doubling over. When he picks his head up, he sees his pot full of pansies knocked to the floor. He crawls towards it, eyes watering. He sees the corpse of a medium-sized bird. When he peers up at his open window he puts the pieces together. It was scorching hot, so it was just cooking in here. Not to mention how long he's been keeping up with these pansies, all for them to wither away.

Wait a moment...

Johnny examines the pansies more closely and realizes they've already shriveled up. There's no way they would've shriveled up that quickly from being knocked over. Then it clicked. The bird's corpse is cooking in the heat. He swings his body around to look at his air conditioner. It had been switched off. Johnny stands there as his rage bubbles up, deliberating on what to do. If he goes down there and causes a scene then he'll disrupt the peace and look dramatic. Plus, what would he tell them? They made his flowers die? They'd castrate him.

Still, someone crossed the line and went into his room after he explicitly told them not to. While he thinks, he grabs a garbage bag from the bathroom closet and encases the bird in it. He pinches his nose with his ungloved hand as he tosses the corpse out of the window. The next mess he had to clean up made the rage bubble up again. He looks down at the expensive soil and pansies he slept in an ice-cold room for. Eight months and money he no longer had to spend all down the drain. Despite all this, there was a deep-seated reason that was stronger than everything else and sending him down the stairs.

Before he could erupt, he watches as each person in the room looks at him with expressions so bothered that they stopped Johnny in his tracks. Never had he seen a group of people so discontent with his presence in his life. This was concerning, considering they weren't the most inviting people in the world, and this still felt new.

"Did you find it?" Lucas' voice adds fuel to his domineering aura. His arm is draped over the back of the couch, peering over at Johnny like he's a fly that keeps buzzing around him.

"Um, yeah. It was a bird. Hey, did someone go into-"

"Good." Lucas replies curtly before sighing and returning his attention to his phone. Now all three of their phones are lighting up with notification after notification. They all peer up at each other and chuckle.

The door flies open as Taeyong, Nayeon, and Mark bound through the door.

"We're here and we brought snacks." Mark announces happily. Doyoung looks up before mocking the poor boy. Lucas and YangYang laugh and look at Mark to watch his reaction. Mark laughs, but he couldn't hide the split second that his expression fell.

"Fine. No snacks for you guys then." Nayeon says as she carries a bag full of drinks to the kitchen. As the other two make their way toward the island, Johnny stops Taeyong by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I thought I told you to tell them not to come to my place tonight." He whispers, looking down at him with a look of distress in his eyes. Today he was supposed to destress. That was already disrupted by you and your friend, the car window, and now the fucking bird and his flowers. He was not in the mood for company. Taeyong's callous glance made Johnny's blood pressure rise.

"She's just joking, you guys can have what you want." Taeyong ignores Johnny, but he knows better than to drag it out.

"Were you guys with that bitch?" YangYang snorts as he walks toward the kitchen. Something felt different about him, more menacing.

"No, she was busy. And don't call her that." Taeyong scolds.

"Aw look at you. So kind." Nayeon's tone contradicts the words coming out of her mouth. The three stooges laugh knowingly.

"He's always so soft when it comes to her." Doyoung says, grunting as he pushes himself off the couch.

"Is saying not to call someone a bitch really being soft?" Taeyong asks in a seemingly genuine fashion, yet Doyoung is reacting like he has a knife to his throat. That feeling that everyone is looking at you and judging every atom that moves on your body was what he was feeling judging by the look on his face. When Johnny looked around, he could tell that he might've been right to feel that way.

"No! I mean... you're just always sticking up for her." Doyoung says, rubbing the back of his neck with a forced grin.

"I'm definitely not sticking up for her. Just calling out what I find wrong." Taeyong stonily takes everything out of their bags. The air is tense, but everyone is pretending it's not. This was a rare occurrence and only happened with Taeyong.

"Okay, everyone come grab something before Mark and Johnny eat it all."

And just like that, the air changes.

Even so, Lucas still says his next words carefully. "Why don't we... pay her a visit?"

"Who, ___?" Taeyong asks as he pops open a small bag of chips.

"Yeah, it'll be a surprise. Let's make sure to do something big to try and win her over." YangYang says as he takes a drink and bag of chips. He speaks carefully and deliberately, which made the simple gesture seem more notable.

"I like the sound of that. Maybe she could finally date one of you guys and stop drooling over my boyfriend." Nayeon sneered as she tapped away at her phone. Taeyong elbows Nayeon with an amused smirk on his face. YangYang and Lucas wrinkle their nose and look at Nayeon as if they're genuinely offended.

"No thank you." YangYang insists with a flare of his nostrils.

"Okay, then what's the point? Weren't you just calling her a bitch?" Taeyong asks, eyes examining the boys steadily. He watches as they give each other a glance.

"I just miss my friend." YangYang smiles, eyes crinkling.

Johnny swallows hard.

"Can I get a picture with you?"

You stood there, dumbfounded as the girl hoists her phone up to you. This doesn't happen too often, but each time it does it catches you by surprise. You were thankful for the distraction as you agree to it. You pose next to her as she beams. It fills your heart with joy to see someone so happy to meet you.

"Thank you so much!" She exclaims before scurrying off.

"Do you ever get tired of that?" Jisoo asks as the two of you walk away from StayC's storefront.

"Me? Not at all. I wouldn't be opposed to it happening more, actually." You admit with a shrug as you sip from your iced frappuccino.

"Cheers to that." Jisoo holds her frap up to yours. The two of you tap your drinks together before you continue walking.

A nice afternoon with Jisoo and a frisky evening with Jungwoo was how you spent days you weren't streaming or hanging out with Taeyong and Mark. You bury your nails into the flesh of Jungwoo's bare ass as he juts into you. He grunts to the side of your head, a puff of air hitting your ear.

"I'm so close." Jungwoo pants out. You kiss him as he tightens his grip on your waist. You wrap your legs around his hips and urge him to go deeper. He obliges, burrowing his stiff cock deep inside you.

"Mm... that's so good." You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth. His naked body is flush against yours as you move against each other, desperately chasing your highs. His hips push further into yours and it pushes you over the edge. Your legs lock around him as your hips jerk against him. He groans, looking down at you with such adoration as you come undone. You look so beautiful as you climax that it makes him cum as well. He slams his hips into you as he fills the condom up. He rolls off of you with a sigh, member gradually softening on his stomach.

"I'll go get a rag." He says as he reluctantly leaves the bed. The loss of warmth next to you is upsetting as you pout and pull the covers over you. He comes back with a warm rag and wipes down your inner thighs and your heat. You flinch from sensitivity and he laughs.

"Stay the night." You whisper as if the lower volume will heighten your chances of him saying yes.

"I can't tonight. I promised Jisoo I'd play chess with her and... maybe spend the night there." Jungwoo throws the rag in your dirty clothes bin. You dramatically collapse on the bed and whine.

"She's so lucky I love her."

Jungwoo smiles at you before leaving your bedroom and closing the door behind him. You felt your stomach fall. This is what you agreed on. Jungwoo was initially just a friend you met in college. He was bummed out because he loved his girlfriend, but she had no desire to have sex. With unwavering confidence he asked,

"What if you helped us out?"

It was perfect since you weren't getting any, too busy chasing after Taeyong, and you had no deep feelings for Jungwoo. He was hot and he treated you well, but that was it. Your feelings on that haven't changed. Still, the principle of it all made you feel small.

He'd get his rocks off with you and then return to what he really wanted. A beautiful, kind, intelligent woman whom he loved. If something got into Jisoo and she transformed into an insatiable sex fiend that would do anything to please her boyfriend, you'd be left alone in a cold bed. There's no way that you'd find someone who was as good to you as Jungwoo was. Someone who told you that you were beautiful and meant it. Not only that, but made you feel beautiful too. There was once somebody who did that for you... unfortunately, he's dead and gone.

A knock on the door has you groaning. You drag yourself out of your comfortable bed and pull your clothes back on. As you pull your jacket around your shoulders and shoes on your feet, you trudge towards the door. Whoever it was, they needed to go away quickly so you could take a walk to clear your mind. The last thing you need is for this night to get more depressing. You pull open the door to see a walking corpse.

"Johnny, I told you I'd talk to-"

"Wait, wait, wait." He shushes you with a finger to your mouth. You slap his finger away from your mouth with a scowl on your face.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"I'm sorry. I'm just- I'm a little anxious right now." Johnny keels over, catching his breath.

"Did you run here?"

"Maybe."

"Why?" You ask incredulously.

"Taeyong… Lucas... YangYang... everyone... they're all coming tonight." Johnny finally starts to catch his breath. Your heart stops, feeling a sense of dread wash over you.

"What? Why? Right now?"

"They want to apologize. I don't know if they're exactly on their way, but they should be getting ready to leave soon." The worried look on his face makes you worried.

"Well, that sounds very... sweet. You ran here to tell me that?" You start to chew on your nails.

"They wanted to take my car as well, but I wanted to get here before them" Johnny stares at a picture on your TV stand. It's of you, the friend he saw at the café, and some dude kissing you on the cheek. You look delighted that it's happening. He didn't really understand why jealousy was flaring up. He quickly pushes it down. The emotion that springs up in its place is content. She'll be happy this way. She won't be in pain anymore.

"You're not explaining why you're so stressed in the first place." You point out, exasperated. Johnny inhales deeply, he should've never gotten involved- No, no. No more pain.

"I don't trust them, ___."

His words catch you off guard. You stand there in awe, unsure of what to say. He's finally admitting it.

"Trust who? Your friends?" Bitterness builds inside you as you remember who you're talking to. The person who made you feel ugly to feel cool. The person who traded your mental well-being for a couple of laughs. He groans, kicking his head back.

"Can we not do this right now?"

"I just need to understand your angle. You got what you wanted. A pretty girl in your group. The freedom to make your bad jokes as you please. To get rid of me and my sensitive antics. So why is it that you're speaking to me twice on the same day?"

"I'm trying to help you, don't you understand?" He rushes closer to you, patience running out. "Look, I've had a shitty fucking day. I think I should leave. I just wanted to give you a heads up." He turns to leave and you want him to stop. You're not sure why, you just do.

"Your help hurts worse."

You get what you want. Johnny freezes. His back is still facing you.

"I would rather you ignore me, you know. Getting fucked with by those guys hurts less than seeing you here right now." You can taste the poison in your own words. You knew they would stir him up.

"Yeah, I fucking got that you hate being in my presence the day you kicked a toothpick under your toenail." He turns around with a glare as sharp as knives.

"That's not what I meant." You shake your head and sigh, he was so stubborn.

"Isn't it?" Johnny walks toward you again. "You kicked. A toothpick. Underneath your toenail. Does that not sound ridiculous to you?" He was avoiding your stare since he'd arrived, but now he was actively seeking your wandering eyes.

"I needed you to get it through your thick skull somehow that you were hurting me."

"By hurting yourself? That's insane!"

"Yes! I know! I couldn't believe I did it moments after I'd done it, but I would do it a hundred more times if it meant I wouldn't have to hear you call me fat and ugly again." Your voice cracks as you finish your sentence. You were such an idiot. He didn't care that you didn't want to be called that. If anything, you just gave him more material to mock you with. You turn away from him, surprised he's held his tongue this long when he was given the ripe opportunity to break you to pieces. To double down and send you spiraling for months.

The truth was that without his living laugh tracks, Johnny was forced to face the music. The music being his words that left a scar so prominent that it affected the way you saw yourself. Johnny knew good and well that if he kept calling you ugly, you'd eventually believe it. It's what happened when people did it to you in middle and high school. But he ignored that fact.

And for what?

For the people who could burst through the door at any moment and see Johnny pathetically reaching out for you. They'd call him all sorts of names. They'd make fun of him for liking the ugly girl again. It stung and it made him feel vulnerable. So he should double down to avoid that feeling. He should insist that you're just not attractive so he can feel triumphant, even for just a moment. However, when he saw that look on your face, it brought him back to the night with the stupid toothpick. When everyone watched your anguish like it was their favorite show.

Johnny stayed silent for an uncomfortable amount of time. He had so much control over how you saw yourself. You couldn't pinpoint why that was. It was embarrassing. If someone called Jisoo fat and ugly she'd probably laugh it off. So why couldn't you?

You want to speak and tell him to get out. That he's a piece of trash and a horrible friend. There's this nagging feeling, though, that if you step out of line then he'll put you in your place. It terrifies you to the point where you stay confined inside the suffocating silence. When Johnny finally speaks, you tense up. The action confuses him, makes him frown. He starts his sentence back up again.

"I'm sorry, I should've never goaded you that night. You were upset and I didn't respect that." Johnny was expecting a sarcastic quip, but he hears a shaky plead instead.

"Okay, I accept your apology. Can you please go now?" You peer over your shoulder, hugging your body. There's a hint of fear in your eyes that compels Johnny to turn you around.

"Don't you dare look at me that way." You try and wiggle away, but he has your shoulders tight within his grasp.

The audacity of him to demand you to change your reaction for his sake. It made you fearless enough to tell him the truth.

"Why? Because it made you feel bad?"

"___..." He wants to tell you that it's the same look you gave your bullies in middle school after they threatened to do something to you. Then he'd have to admit out loud that that's how you see him now.

"If it makes you feel bad, then good. Now you know a fraction of my pain." You croak out, shoving his arms away.

"How are you saying things like that so easily?" He looks at you incredulously. He was done trying to mask his pain. Even after all the things Johnny has said and done to you, he never felt good about seeing you in pain. The image of your hurt expression was tattooed in his mind.

"Johnny, there is no one that I've met on the face of this Earth who hurt me more than you did. So yes. I'm glad that my words hurt you."

Johnny's eyes are set ablaze with pure rage before he's barreling his fist into the nearest wall. The pain is numbed by the strong emotion as he turned his eyes back to face you. Your glare never falters, in fact, your caved-in wall only fuels you.

"Even now," You grab his fist and hold it up in front of his eyes, "You still aren't scratching the surface of the physical and emotional pain you put me through." He rips his hand away from you.

"I want you to look at me in my eyes and say that you think I'm worse than Hyojong and Hyuna." He lowers himself to your level and underneath the thick layer of anger in his eyes was a hint of pain. You step closer, keeping your eyes trained on his.

"Without one doubt in my mind."

"How fucking dare you?! After everything they put us through?" He shouts almost as if he's pleading with you to take it back. You stand your ground.

"But I trusted you." You state plainly, a bitter smile stretching across your face. Johnny's face softens as he realizes he can't find a rebuttal. The two of you express your pain caused by the other through your eyes. Johnny's shoulders slump, rage washed away by the overwhelming sadness.

"And I loved you." A tear slides down both of your cheeks at your final response.

A loud knock at the door causes you both to snap your heads toward the sound.

"I'll tell them you're sleeping-" He hurriedly wipes away the tear with his sleeve.

"No. They can come in." You glance at him for a moment before walking towards the door. You twist the doorknob, watching as he looks at you in disbelief. When you swing it open you're greeted with two faces out of the six that you actually want to see.

"Surprise!" YangYang holds up a cake covered in gorgeous emerald green icing. On top were letters spelling out "We're assholes".

You accept the cake and step aside for them to come in. You stare at the cake as an unknown feeling pricks at your heart. Now, inside your house, were so many people you finally felt free from. You look up at them as they tower around you. Their expressions are distorted as more menacing than they actually were in your overloaded mind.

"Are you okay?" YangYang steps forward and places his hand on your cheek. Your eyes go wide as you looked at him. What the fuck was going on.

"I'm fine."

He shakes his head, continuing to look at you with his sympathetic expression. "You don't look like it." He grabs your arm and pulls you over to your couch. He places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you down slightly. You plop down on the couch, dumbfounded by what was going on. The look in his eyes was genuine, the slight frown on his face made your idiot heart do flips. Were you really this easy? You were just in love with Taeyong this week. Hell, the man was literally standing in your living room right now.

You glance up at him, a sinking feeling in your stomach as you watch Nayeon pepper kisses on his neck. You tear your eyes away, forcing yourself to look back at YangYang.

"Better? Do you need some water?" He asks anxiously.

You should say yes, you should be ordering him around. Giving him a hard time to prove that he's actually sorry. You should be happy that he's anxious. And you are, but not because you want him to walk in your shoes.

Peering over at your bedroom, you chuckle bitterly at how desolate it looks in comparison to the lively living room. Both of the people you had feelings for, romantic or sexual, were either in someone else's bed or someone else's embrace. And here you were.

"No. It's fine." You say, wishing you could spit the words at him. Instead, they come out like butterflies dancing in the wind. You even flash a quick smile at him. When he smiles back you want to pierce a dagger through your thumping heart. A part of you always thought YangYang was the second closest to your type. Your brain kept thinking about his charm and stupid smile while you looked up at him. The thoughts were even stronger as he maintained eye contact.

The grip he had on your heart was finally released once he sat next to you. You exhale deeply, settling back against the couch.

"I'm so sorry, ___. I was so angry when you first left, but after a while I just missed you." When you look at him, he quickly looks away.

"You must feel so lonely now. It's all our fault, we should've valued you more as a friend."

The truth was that you weren't lonely. You had four great friends who took care of you. But in reality, who did you really have? Taeyong has a girlfriend now, Jungwoo has Jisoo, and Mark was always closer to Johnny. Everyone had their other half. If you disappeared, would it really matter? Would anyone actually care?

The two of you make eye contact, his eyes flit towards your lips. Your pupils darken. This was a mistake. You knew this was a stupid idea, in fact, there was a giant blinking sign and hoards of voices screaming at you to stop. Then your eyes glance at the picture of you, Jungwoo, and Jisoo. He was holding her so closely, showing in his demeanor how much he cherished her. And then, as if a secondary thought, presses a charitable kiss to your cheek.

YangYang rests a hand on your leg. You glance down at it emotionlessly. Peering up to look at Taeyong again, you notice that both of them had disappeared.

"Did Taeyong just take Nayeon to the bathroom? He really couldn't wait?" Lucas asks Doyoung loudly in disbelief. You take note of the way both their eyes flicker toward you. Smiling dryly, you turn back to face YangYang. You place your hand over his. His lids are lowered as he leans closer to you. You close the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. There was a burning sensation in your chest. As if someone was setting your heart ablaze. Almost like a warning, or a proclamation that it's too late to save you.

"L-let's cut the cake guys!" Mark suggests nervously. Your closed eyes prevent you from seeing the threatening look YangYang gives Mark so he'll back off. Nayeon and Taeyong come out of your bathroom, shamelessly disheveled. There are hickeys all over both their necks.

"Let's play some music!" Nayeon suggests, cutting her eyes toward you as she grabs some liquor they brought.

Doyoung hurries to connect his phone to your speaker. Music and blurred conversation fill your ears as you continue to kiss YangYang. You felt numb.

"Let's go." YangYang grabs your hand and guides you to your room. You mindlessly follow him, not even sure you wanna do this anymore. What were you doing? Not just tonight, but in general? You had TwitchCon to look forward to, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel excited. What was the point?

As YangYang pulls you into your room, it feels like the world is going in slow motion. Almost like a higher power was giving you more time to rethink your decision. He starts to pull the door closed but a hand stops it. YangYang glares at Johnny as he pushes the door back open.

He pulls YangYang out of the room and toward the rest of the group.

"What the fuck are you doing?" YangYang spat. "I was this close-"

"I was here first. She's mine tonight." The intense look in Johnny's eyes makes YangYang falter slightly. Lucas chuckles to his left.

"So that's why you were here? You naughty dog." There's a formidable nature to the way Lucas smiled at Johnny. As if he was aware that Johnny was about to do something horrible, and the thought excited him. Johnny's stomach stirs as he forces a smile.

"Well, we got her ready for you." YangYang pats Johnny's shoulder before walking past him.

The statement made Johnny sick, bile threatened to climb up Johnny's throat. He couldn’t help wondering what he did in life to lead him to this very situation. He hurries into your room, shutting the door behind the two of you. Johnny is unsettled by your blank stare as he sits you on the bed. You stare into his eyes, but it's almost as if you're staring past him.

"Are you in on it too?"

The words cause Johnny to freeze. He can't even start to ask what the fuck you were talking about.

"The plan. Because that's what this is right?"

"You..." Johnny starts, eyes becoming glassy again. "You really think that little of me?"

"That's what I've been trying to get you to understand." You smile with sad eyes.

Johnny refuses to give a rebuttal, instead he pushes your jacket off your shoulders. You let it slides off your arms, eyes still trained on him.

"Are you really going through with this?" You ask, smiling in disbelief as tears stream down your face. He wipes them away with his sleeve before kneeling at your feet. More tears replace the ones he wiped away as he unties your shoes. He slips both of them off before standing back up. Either you were still trying to get him to feel your pain or you genuinely didn't trust him. It might be both, but the specifics don't matter. He shouldn't have gotten involved, but he is now. He hated the image of him you had in your head. And the fact that you might be right to have it.

"Let's get you to bed, I'll tell them you fell asleep so they'll leave." He says softly. Your lip quivers and he wants so badly to hug you and tell you everything will be okay. He hasn't earned that just yet. Before he walks out of your room you grab his arm. Again, you don't know why you don't want him to leave. You just don't.

Don't leave, please.

"You know you can't fix this, right? We're done, we're not friends anymore." You force the words out despite the fact that they felt like shards of glass leaving your throat.

Johnny turns away from you, wiping away all his tears and gathering himself. He pushes the door open slightly before stepping out of it. Once it clicks shut, you're left in complete darkness.

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Thoughts on Saintmaker (2023)

A haunted convent. Statues that move on their own. A buried past. Welcome to Saint Idelora’s convent, where becoming a saint comes with a price.

Yangyang did it again! I was very excited to play their latest game and I’ve been meaning to sit down and talk about it, so this might be a lengthy post. Also, haven’t 100% completed so I might miss some things! WARNING: Spoilers

1. Themes There’s an emphasis on family, religion and being as close to saintly as you can (omg she said it har har). I think that one of the strengths of Yangyang’s visual novels, is the relationship between the characters, and this is no exception. Holly does have to go through a lot (and by that, i have no idea how long the recollection in game is supposed to be but it can’t be a month so its a lot over a few days) but it’s clear that her relationship with her family has shaped her into being a peace keeping doormat, as much as she hates it. 2. Choices, Choices On my second playthrough, I played with a friend who was frustrated that Holly wouldn’t follow through with the choices she choose but it makes perfect sense. Holly spent years as the peace keeper to not rock the boat, a random voice in her head isn’t going to make her suddenly snap and yell at other people. You influence her actions, but you don’t get to choose if that makes sense. In this regard, it reminds me of Cupid, in that you tell the protagonist this or that, which can affect their actions but they can rebel against you. There are brief segments where you get to play Adira, the presiding nun for the recollection, as she fixes and repaints the statues in the convent. It was only until near the end, when she asks for any message from her former sisters, the choices are in red and horror-esque text and both are to urge her to continue the abusive treatment the Sisters of St. Idelora subjects their girls under. My first thought was that it was Idelora herself, the woman who founded the Order and the person every nun wanted to emulate. She certainly had no problems justifying her choices--which proved to be fatal for one character and gravely traumatizing for another--while maintaining a calm and maternal approach to all everyone. But as the story went on, I was wondering if it was the land itself or whatever was causing the convent to act up.

3. The Story

Despite being a shorter read, Saintmaker has a very moving story. The relationships between characters was my favorite parts of the Letter, and I’m so happy to see this return stronger than ever in Saintmaker. The cast is much smaller but this decision has given us a more in depth look in their relationships and the characters themselves—from Holly and Gabbie’s strained relationship to becoming friends, how Adira still has a sense of humor even when she’s a stern old lady, Holly’s constant remembering of her sister Liana.

It’s a tale of tragedy, of relationships and their loss, of fighting against what is the norm for you. It was gut wrenching to realize Holly reimagined her memories with Liana to keep herself from remembering how it really was or how Adira forced herself to forget Cordelia, no matter how attached she was. Holly did so because her parents decided not to bring her up anymore and basically erased her while Adira had to forget because she believed her sisters were doing the right thing, even if she disagreed with her.

(Sidenote: all of the VAs, you truly made these characters come to life. I would not be as devastated if it weren’t for your talents, love yall for that you have a nice day now 💗)

BONUS THINGS I WANTED TO SAY:

1. Holly praying when she got scared reminded me of Isabella’s Quick Time event in the letter. I was on edge for jumpscares in the game, but most of the creepiness was from the brilliant atmosphere that was set up.

2. There’s also the persistent ghost in both games. Takako, who’s a malevolent spirit after death and then there’s Cordelia. Takako actively pursues the protagonists while Cordelia is just stuck and tried to find a way to break the routine in the convent. She was terrifying at first (Cordelia’s faceless because everything about her was erased and forgotten—nameless, faceless, brilliant btw) but I did get used to her and just felt so awful for her.

Yup. Saintmaker drew me in with the premise of religious horror (and I was like ‘from a Filipino team?? Understandable’) and trauma and I had to go and give my own sister a hug afterwards. It’s eerie, it has its moments of lightheartedness that keeps you attached to the characters, and it’s story is goddamned good. This whole thing’s a mess but I just had to let it out. That’s all but I’d love to hear your thoughts on the game!

#saintmaker #saintmaker vn #cupid vn #the letter vn #yangyang mobile

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subbyyang · 2 years

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Don't keep my love on the low low (Keep my love on the low low) - Ten/Yangyang (12/?)

we all knew they couldn't stay away from each other for too long so here we have over 4000 words of tenyang being mushy and sappy because that's just who they are as people

Yangyang’s eyes drooped as he stared at the screen, tired but not wanting to sleep. He had been dreaming of Ten for the past three days and he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed his phone, fully ready to text him, apologize, anything to get Ten back into his life when it vibrated in his hands.

From: Ten ♥️ | 3:58 am

i’m sorry

Yangyang felt his heart pick up inside his chest, so fast his head was turning. Ten.

From: Ten ♥️ | 3:59 am

you’re not a joke to me

or a personal project

i miss you

miss you so fucking much

Yangyang couldn’t stop staring at his phone. Ten missed him. Ten was apologizing. He wanted to call him, wanted to hear his voice and apologize too for the things he had said but he was afraid his voice would betray him, that it would waver and tremble. So he started typing instead, deleting and rewriting his reply until he was happy with it.

To: Ten ♥️ | 4:09 am

i’m sorry for doubting u…and for what i said

i miss you too

a lot ♥️

From: Ten ♥️ | 4:11 am

i need to see you

To: Ten ♥️ | 4:11 am

can i come over?

From: Ten ♥️ | 4:12 am

tomorrow

you should rest now baby

— —

It had been hard for Yangyang to fall asleep that night, excited for what was to come. He couldn’t wait to touch Ten, to kiss him, to talk to him. He had nearly run out of the door when the time came, yelling some lie to Kun about going over to Renjun’s to study.

It must have been hard for Ten to sleep too, the bags under his eyes deep and dark as he held onto Yangyang in a bone crushing hug. Yangyang let himself be pulled onto the couch, head resting on Ten’s shoulder and his legs over Ten’s thighs, their mouths meeting in a slow kiss.

“I missed this” Ten whispered as he pulled away, lips still so close to Yangyang’s they were still almost touching, his eyes still closed shut as if he was afraid the moment he opened them, Yangyang would disappear.

“Missed what?” Yangyang said, a glint in his eyes as Ten opened his only to roll them at Yangyang. “Oh come on, I wanna hear you say it…” he continued, touching Ten’s lips with his fingertips.

“You can use your imagination,” Ten huffed, pulling on Yangyang’s shirt, “now get on my lap properly…”

“Bossy” Yangyang said, letting out what could only be described as a delighted giggle as he got on top of Ten, straddling his lap before leaning down at the same time as Ten leaned forward, meeting him halfway. “I missed this too” he whispered, hands rubbing up and down Ten’s chest before leaning back down for another kiss.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, sharing kiss after kiss, hands running up and down each other’s body as if they were trying to memorize each corner, each touch of skin. Yangyang started to slowly grind down on Ten’s cock, his own quickly filling up inside his jeans. They both moaned into each other’s mouths at the pleasure shooting up their spines, Ten’s hands traveling to Yangyang’s hips where he could control his movements. Ten pulled away just enough to kiss down Yangyang’s neck, deeply pleased with the soft gasps and moans he was letting out as he tilted his face up, giving Ten better access.

“N-no marks,” Yangyang breathed out when he felt Ten sucking on the area right underneath his ear, “Xiaojun is way too nosy”

Ten laughed but obliged, turning from sucking on the skin to kissing it softly, smiling against Yangyang’s neck when he felt him melt against his body. He could never get used to how cute Yangyang could be. After dutifully peppering his neck and jaw with kisses, Ten’s lips traveled back to Yangyang’s mouth, a surprised groan leaving his lips when Yangyang pushed his tongue in his mouth, his hips once again grinding down against Ten.

Yangyang moaned softly into Ten’s mouth as Ten sucked on his tongue. He was so hard he felt like he could cum just from this. And he wanted to cum, desperately so. As if listening to his thoughts - Yangyang honestly sometimes believed he could - Ten slid his hand from where it rested on the small of his back, all the way to his clothed cock, pressing on it softly with his palm causing Yangyang to keen and push against Ten’s hand.

“So desperate,” Ten teased, brushing his fingers on the hardened bulge as Yangyang shivered on his lap, “look at you, what do you want, baby?”

“Cum” Yangyang breathed out between moans as Ten changed tactics once again, now lightly squeezing him as Yangyang kept bucking his hips into his hand. He quickly tried to undo his jeans only to have Ten slap his hand away.

“You want to cum, baby?” Ten said, his voice sweet and soft, contrasting with the way his touch had roughened on Yangyang’s cock through his clothes.

“Y-yes, Ten please” Yangyang moaned, a confused look on his face when he tried once again to undo the button only to have Ten slap his hand again.

“Cum for me, baby, just like this…cum in your pants like the messy baby you are” Ten whispered, eyes set on Yangyang’s face as he whimpered when he squeezed him again. He watched as his eyes squeezed shut when he brushed his blunt nails along the hard bulge, Yangyang’s hips bucking up wildly against him as he came with a series of soft gasps and moans. He was beautiful like this, humping Ten’s hand as he rode out the rest of his orgasm, eyes still cutely scrunched shut, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. “That’s it, so good for me” Ten said softly, affection dripping from his tongue as he pulled Yangyang into a kiss, his hands sliding up to cup his cheeks.

“Let me take care of you,” Yangyang whispered as he pulled away from Ten’s lips, their foreheads still touching, “can I suck you off?”

“Oh baby, you don’t have to… '' Ten said, pecking Yangyang’s lips one more time before pulling away and brushing the hair away from his forehead.

“But I want to, please…can I? Please?”

Who was Ten to deny Yangyang whatever he wanted when he asked like this, with big, round eyes, his hand blindly searching for Ten’s to hold onto? Ten just nodded, eyes darkening at the sight of Yangyang sliding from his lap, landing on his knees between his spread legs, smiling up at him. He lifted his hips as Yangyang excitedly pulled down his sweatpants and underwear, all the way down his legs, before turning back to run his hands up and down Ten’s thighs.

Yangyang stared at Ten’s cock, hard and leaking between his legs, his heart starting to beat faster. Now that he was on his knees he had no idea how to start.

“Baby?” Ten said softly, carding his fingers through Yangyang’s hair.

Yangyang looked up, smiling at Ten, his eyes fluttering closed at the way Ten’s fingertips were massaging his scalp. It was soothing. He enjoyed the affectionate gesture for a while, letting his heartbeat slow down before opening his eyes again and finally leaning down. He left soft, almost feather-light kisses to Ten’s cock, enjoying the way Ten sighed above him, his fingers still caressing Yangyang’s head.

“Oh, that’s it, baby,” Ten breathed out, head falling back on the sofa as Yangyang took him in his mouth, his tongue circling the head, “just like that…feels so good”

With Ten’s encouragement, Yangyang started getting bolder, sinking lower down Ten’s cock until he started to choke, a hint of pink tinging his cheeks in embarrassment when Ten cooed at him. He took a deep breath before trying again, spreading his lips over the swollen head, breathing through his nose as he went down, stopping before it got too much.

“Use your hands too, baby…” Ten said in between moans, eyes closed in pleasure.

Yangyang followed Ten’s guidance, wrapping both hands around what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, cheeks hollowed snuggly around the shaft, his own eyes fluttering closed once again when he felt Ten tightening the hold on his hair, gently pushing him further down on his cock. Yangyang let himself be pushed, doing his best to breathe through his nose and relax his throat. As if sensing Yangyang was on the verge of choking again, Ten pulled him up, giving him a few seconds before pushing him back down, swearing at the wet noise of his cock sliding into Yangyang’s awaiting mouth, a mess of spit and precum drooling down his chin.

“So good for me,” Ten said with a sigh, dark eyes set on Yangyang’s lips, spread wide around his cock, “can you use your tongue? Yeah, just like that…”

Yangyang circled his tongue around the shaft, all the way up until he reached the head. He sucked on it as his tongue poked at the slit, a proud smile on his lips at the way Ten shivered underneath his touch, fingers tightening their hold on Yangyang’s head.

“Am I doing well?” Yangyang asked innocently as he pulled off with a noisy pop before licking a long stripe on the underside of Ten’s hard cock.

“You’re perfect,” Ten sighed as Yangyang licked whatever part of his cock he could reach, big round eyes looking up at him as he jerked him off, “now get back to it”

Yangyang laughed quietly before taking Ten in his mouth, once again letting Ten push him down and then pull him back up. He moaned as Ten controlled his movements, using his mouth to get off, letting out deep groans when he felt Yangyang choking before pulling him back up.

Ten started building a nice rhythm, chasing his orgasm as he fucked Yangyang’s mouth, moans falling freely from his lips. It was so clear how inexperienced Yangyang was, going pliant under Ten’s hands and drooling everywhere but that somehow just made Ten love it even more. He looked down at Yangyang, finding him already looking up at him under his wet lashes, tears streaming down his red cheeks. The sight was enough to send Ten over the edge.

“Fuck, close your eyes” Ten said with a groan as he quickly pulled Yangyang off of him by the hair, just in time to cum all over his face, some of it landing on his cheeks and his open mouth and some clumping in his lashes.

Yangyang stayed put, on his knees, his face a mess of tears and spit and cum. He didn’t know if he should wait for Ten to wipe his face or if he should do it himself but his answer was quickly answered when he felt Ten’s finger softly wiping his closed eyes before sliding between Yangyang’s lips and wiping the cum on his tongue.

“Good boy, so good for me,” Ten said almost reverently as he continued feeding Yangyang small globs of his cum, cleaning his face little by little, “you can open your eyes, baby…come here”

Yangyang let himself be pulled by the hand back on Ten’s lap, his knees red from where they had been in contact with the floor. Ten kissed him gently, his lips warm and soft as his hands slowly rubbed Yangyang’s inflamed knees before sliding up to his face, rubbing his cheeks as their lips continued moving in perfect sync. They finally pulled away when the need to breathe became greater than their desire for each other, Yangyang opening his mouth to speak but getting interrupted before he even began.

“You did amazing” Ten said in a reassuring tone as he kept caressing Yangyang’s cheek with his thumb, as if he knew what Yangyang was about to ask him.

Yangyang seemed happy with it, leaning forward to drop his head on Ten’s shoulder, trying to hide the shy smile on his lips.

“Can I borrow some pants? I feel sticky…”

— —

The day had gone by in a second after they were done on the sofa. Yangyang had changed into Ten’s clothes and cuddled into his side on the couch as they kissed slowly, some random show playing in the background that none of them was paying attention to; they ate and played with the cats and cuddled some more, trying to make up for those weeks they weren’t talking to each other. And then Ten was kissing him again, soft and gentle at first, his touches loving and innocent but gradually becoming more passionate, their kisses getting deeper and full of lust.

That’s how Ten and Yangyang found themselves stumbling into the bedroom as they kissed, stopping only long enough for Ten to pull Yangyang’s shirt off and throw it on the floor before their lips were once again connected.

Yangyang let himself be pushed on the bed, manhandled into the perfect position by Ten - as he always did - his legs falling spread open as Ten climbed on top of him. He couldn’t believe how much he had missed it, being at Ten’s mercy underneath him, feeling Ten’s hands running all over his body, his chest, his tummy, his thighs. He couldn’t live without it.

“What do you want, baby?” Ten’s voice was low and calm as he rubbed Yangyang through his sweatpants, feeling his cock fill up against his hand.

“Fuck me, please, I’ve missed you so much” Yangyang whimpered as he bucked his hips, reaching out to pull Ten down into a desperate kiss, Ten’s mouth greedily swallowing all his moans and gasps.

Yangyang whined when Ten pulled away from the kiss, his expression softening when he kissed him on the forehead before sitting back on his knees. He watched mesmerized as Ten pulled his shirt off, his tattoos on full display over his toned body. Yangyang could never get tired of Ten, he was so beautiful it made his breath get stuck in his throat and his head turn - or maybe that was all the blood rushing to his dick.

“Are you going to finish taking your clothes off or do you need help?” Ten teased as he brushed his fingertips on Yangyang’s clothed thigh.

Ten quickly pulled the rest of his clothes off as he watched Yangyang somehow struggling with sweatpants, his hands trembling as he tried to undo the elastic.

“Useless baby,” Ten teased as he swatted Yangyang’s hands away, slowly pulling his pants off, revealing more and more of the soft skin he loved so much, “can’t do anything by himself…” he continued, his voice lower but still with that hint of teasing. He finished taking the sweatpants off, throwing them in the general direction of the rest of their clothes before leaning down, placing a butterfly kiss on Yangyang’s knee and kissing his way up his thin legs.

“You can - you can leave marks where they’re not visible if - if you want” Yangyang stuttered, picking at the bedsheets with his nails, his cheeks bright red.

“Is that so?” Ten’s face opened up in a bright smile before he turned back to Yangyang’s legs. He started peppering his thighs with kisses, then moving up to his hips, kissing his protruding hip bones before starting to suck on the skin until it was littered in red marks. He moved a little further up to place a kiss on the cute mole on Yangyang’s tummy and then moved back down, sucking and biting his thighs, leaving a sea of purplish bruises.

Yangyang couldn’t stop the moans that fell from his tongue at the feeling of Ten’s mouth on him, marking him as his. He wanted more. Needed more. Needed Ten to touch his cock, to fuck him into the mattress like he was weightless, to make him cum embarrassingly fast like he always did. He needed Ten. With moans turning into whines, Yangyang shook Ten’s shoulder as he spread his legs further apart, hoping he would get the message.

“Huh?” Ten asked with a glint in his eyes as he climbed back up Yangyang’s body until they were face to face.

“Ten” Yangyang whined again, wrapping his legs around Ten’s waist and pulling him down towards his crotch as his lips searched for Ten’s.

“I don’t know what you want, baby…” Ten teased as he evaded Yangyang’s kiss at the last second, “you need to tell me…”

“Fuck me, please Ten, need you inside me”

Ten swore under his breath at the desperate look on Yangyang’s face. He swooped down and pushed their lips together as he blindly reached into his bedside table for lube and condoms. He loved taking his time with Yangyang, finger him open for so long he would be on the brink of orgasm by the time Ten got his cock in him but today neither of them could wait. The weeks they had spent apart were enough to leave them both needy and desperate for each other’s touch.

Yangyang moaned loudly as Ten’s lubed fingers massaged his rim before pushing in. Ten prepared him quickly, fucking two and then three fingers into his hole as he peppered Yangyang’s neck in kisses before taking his lips in a fiery kiss, swallowing all the beautiful noises Yangyang was letting out.

“I’m ready, please, pl-please Ten”

“Don’t want to hurt you” Ten whispered as he nuzzled the crook of Yangyang’s neck, making an effort not to bite the soft skin so he won’t leave any marks.

“You won’t, please fuck me, pl-“ Yangyang didn’t finish his sentence, letting out a deep groan when Ten crooked his fingers against his prostate, the noise immediately muffled by Ten’s lips on his own.

“Ride me?” Ten asked, pulling his fingers out of Yangyang before turning them around, Yangyang straddling his hips.

Yangyang kissed him in response, quickly opening the condom and placing it on Ten’s hard cock after giving it a few tugs. He lined himself up with Ten’s cock and started sinking down on it, soft gaspy moans leaving his lips, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Ten filling him up, spreading him open. He had missed this. He had missed this so so much.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock” Ten whispered, his hands rubbing up and down Yangyang’s trembling thighs before sliding up to his hips. Yangyang looked perfect like this, desperately bouncing on his cock, sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, full bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he tried to contain his noises.

It was embarrassing how close Yangyang was already, his hard cock leaking all over Ten’s stomach as he tried his hardest to keep a stable rhythm. He was starting to falter, his thighs shaking in exertion, his moans becoming breathier and breathier as tears streaked his cheeks. He didn’t want it to be over already.

Noticing Yangyang’s reactions, Ten sat up, arms wrapped around Yangyang’s waist as he pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a hungry, messy kiss. He guided Yangyang’s movements, kissing away his whines and sobs as he thrust up into his heat. It didn’t take long for Yangyang to go pliant in his arms, babbling his name in between begging for Ten to touch him.

“Please, Ten - please - gonna c - please, please”

“Cum for me, beautiful” Ten whispered in Yangyang’s ear, one hand leaving his waist to wrap around his forgotten cock.

Yangyang’s eyes dropped shut as Ten jerked him off with sure motions, pumping his cock once, twice, three times before thumbing at his slit. Yangyang came with a loud cry all over Ten’s hand before he was being pushed on his back as Ten chased his own orgasm, fucking him with strong but unorganized thrusts that had Yangyang shivering in overstimulation as cum continued to continuously drool from his half soft cock.

“Missed you so much” Yangyang sobbed as he wrapped his arms around Ten’s shoulder, pulling him down into a bone crushing hug, his legs tightly wrapped around Ten’s waist keeping him inside him as he finished inside the condom.

“I know, baby, I know,” Ten said, wiping Yangyang’s tears before pushing the sweaty hair away from his forehead and leaving a kiss there, “I’ve missed you too”

Yangyang winced as Ten pulled out of him and disposed of the condom before lying back down on his side, pulling Yangyang into him and kissing him. Their kiss was gentle and tired, Ten’s hands caressing Yangyang’s cheeks as Yangyang threw one leg over Ten’s hips, bringing them closer.

“Missed you” Ten repeated over and over again against Yangyang’s lips, another word on the tip of his tongue, struggling to escape from his lips. “So tired, baby…sleep now” Ten said as he turned on his back with a soft laugh when he noticed the way Yangyang’s eyes were getting droopier. He was always so exhausted after being fucked, it was endearing.

Yangyang relaxed in Ten’s arms, adjusting his position until he was comfortably tucked on Ten’s side, his legs still intertwined with his, Ten’s blunt nails scratching lightly at his back.

— —

Yangyang stirred as the soft morning light flooded the room through the window. He stretched his arms as he yawned before feeling around for Ten. But Ten wasn’t there. Waking up a little more, Yangyang turned to face the other side of the bed where Ten had been the night before, snuggling him to sleep.

He foraged the floor for his forgotten sweatpants, noticing right away that the clothes Ten was wearing the night before were no longer on the floor. He checked his phone, groaning when he noticed how early it actually was for a Saturday. He padded into the living room, finding Ten all over his canvas, a paintbrush balanced between his teeth.

“Why are you up already?” Yangyang mumbled against the crook of Ten’s neck as he wrapped his arms around him from behind. From over his shoulder he watched as Ten glued dried flowers to his painting, taking him longer than he would like to admit to realize they were the baby’s breath flowers Yangyang had gifted him weeks before mixed with some other petals he didn’t recognize.

“Still, not already” Ten muttered, putting the paintbrush down and staring at the painting in front of him, the same one he had been working on when Yangyang came over for the first time.

“Huh?”

“Haven’t slept yet, so I’m still up” Ten simply replied, turning around in his stool, burying his face in Yangyang’s naked chest and taking a deep breath. He had tried to sleep, he really had, but for some reason sleep just didn’t come to him. He didn’t want to spend the night tossing and turning and risk waking up Yangyang, who was still sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“What?” Yangyang exclaimed as he pulled away from Ten, “why?”

“Don’t know, just couldn’t sleep, it’s fine,” Ten replied, pulling Yangyang back against him, “it happens sometimes, don’t worry”

“Come,” was all Yangyang said as he reached for Ten’s hand, pulling him along as he walked back to the bedroom, “it’s nap time”

“You literally just woke up” Ten laughed as Yangyang led him to the bedroom.

“So? Perfect time for a nap…”

Yangyang lay down on his back, pulling Ten onto the bed, shaking his head when Ten tried to take his usual position, pulling Yangyang into his side.

“No, let me take care of you this time” Yangyang whispered, pulling Ten towards him, smiling softly when Ten gave in, snuggling into his side, his head on Yangyang’s chest. Yangyang wrapped one arm around Ten’s back while his other hand played with Ten’s hair, carding his fingers through the soft strands and gently scratching at the scalp, just like Ten usually did to him. “Were you glueing my flowers to the painting?”

“Yeah, and some camellias, I love them, they’re my favorite…” Ten replied, drawing a flower with his fingertips on Yangyang’s chest.

Yangyang hummed in response, pulling Ten closer to his body.

“This feels nice” Ten whispered against his chest, his body melting into the mattress

“Yeah? I won’t stop then” Yangyang said, just as calm and softly, before kissing the top of Ten’s head, his thumb drawing circles on Ten’s hip.

Ten didn’t think he would be able to fall asleep, even with Yangyang’s gentle touches. He was preparing for a few more hours of alertness when he got surprised by a deep yawn leaving his body.

“Sleep well, I’ll be here when you wake up”

Ten felt as if someone was squeezing his heart, warmth spreading through his chest, in so much affection for this boy. He left a grateful feather-light kiss to Yangyang’s chest as his eyes fluttered shut, a light shiver running down his spine at the feeling of Yangyang’s fingertips on his scalp lulling him to sleep.

#tenyang smut #yangten smut #yangyang smut #ten smut

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lunarsun12 · 2 months

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Renjun Vs Haechan - Part 5/5

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Previous Part

After Chenle heard the bark, he know it is baby anywhere else. As well altered Ten, that there is no feline in this household. Which somehow made Xiaojun panic, hoping it doesn’t expose his secrets.

Let’s find out, if it was Daegal and will Renjun get his justice?

Kun created a chat ‘Sorry about my son’

Today 18:00

Kun🐻: Honestly, I am so sorry! That YangYang took the dog and EVEN BLACKMAILED your son!

Jaemin🐰: He was lucky! I didn’t have my bar with me. He will be so dead

Ten🐱: That will teach him! How dare bring a dog, to a cat only household!

Let’s rewind to back, when Ten heard a non cat like sound.

Ten: What was that sound?

Xiaojun: Nothing! I’m sure it is a wind!

Ten: You like your father, so clueless! I’m gonna up to investigate

Kun: Hey! That was uncalled for!!

Chenle: THAT SOUNDS LIKE DAEGAL! My child I am coming!

Chenle ran as swift as lightening, pushing Ten aside. With Jaemin following after him along with the rest of the Way V family.

When Chenle, reached YangYang room. He immediately barged into the room and saw Daegal was sitting on YangYang bed. Looking very confused and as well excited to his owner again.

Chenle: My baby! Appa is sorry to let you get taken away!

Whilist Chenle, is busy hugging Daegal. Jaemin also noticed that Renjun and Hyuck are in here was well.

Jaemin: What are you two doing here? From my memory. Hyuck doesn’t like YangYang and Renjun barely knows his existence

YangYang: We are bestie! We were hanging out, they let me borrow Daegal and only come and collect Daegal

Haechan: HECK NO! YOU ARE NOT PUSHING BLAME ON US!

Ten: YangYang, we had rules no dog allows! It will disturb my cats

Chenle: For once, stop lying! I saw with my own eyes! You kidnapped Daegal and even threw her sun hat away! Daegal could have gotten sunburnt !

YangYang: It could be your brothers , plotting anything involves Hyuck also means no good

Renjun: I can’t believe you begged us earlier, and now you are making lies about us

Renjun: You leave me no choice!

YangYang: What are you doing to do…

Renjun: Uncle Ten and Kun as well Eomma. YangYang has been blackmailing, by making me sign a contract unwillingly. I even got ss to prove it

Jaemin: Oh my goodness! My baby! Why didn’t you tell me sooner! I would have intimidated YangYang with Jeno

YangYang: Hah! Like you can scare me!

Renjun: He made me not to tell, if I tell I will be his slave

Kun: YangYang is this true?

YangYang: ….

Ten: KUN! What did I say disciplining him!

Kun: Everytime, I tried to discipline him. You would yell at me! It is your fault!!

Jaemin: Well tell your kid, to cancel the contract before I call Jeno over. To deal with him

Kun: Yang, cancel the contract! I can’t believe you did it again like you did with Hendery

Kun: I still have trauma, when he knocked me down with his elbow

YangYang: B-but you don’t know the golden opportunity having THE RENJUN doing my biddings

Ten: Cancel the contract or else I will sell you for the new cat tree

Ten: And you know I will do it in a heartbeat

Yangyang: Fine fine, the contract is cancelled

YangYang ripped the contract in front everyone as delated the contract.

YangYang: Happy? Now get out of my room

Jaemin: Come one kids, let’s get back home. We need to sort Mark out

Ten: Mark is back?

Kun: It is a long story…

Ten: I have time, now tell me while you disinfect the house

Kun: Why me?

Ten: My cats are traumatised from that dog

Xiaojun was watching in the corner, behind the door. With a sigh a relief that the Kun and Appa didn’t find his secret out.

End of flashback

Kun🐻: I will make YangYang apologise

YangYang🐑: I don’t want to apologise! They ALL DERSERVE IT!!

Renjun🌱: Bro, just say sorry and we get the oldies back of our backs. As well I can go back to hating hyuck

Haechan🌻: HEY! I thought we got close after sorting YangYang out

Renjun🌱: You did nothing! You practically started to have tantrum. When you in the premises of YangYang

Haechan🌻: HE RUINED MY CLUB AND STILL HAVEN’T APOLOGISED!

Kun🐻: YangYang…how many things you have Nana kids upset. Please don’t tell me, you did something to Jisung

YangYang🐑: Mainly hyuck, he is such an easy target to mess with

Ten🐱: This is all because of Kun poor parenting. I apologise

Jaemin🐰: I don’t care, just say sorry and we move on

Kun🐻: YangYang, apologise

YangYang🐑: I am sorry for stealing the dog and as well blackmailing Renjun

Haechan🌻: And my club?

YangYang🐑: Your club, was about to fall about anyways! After I came they think you are lame

Kun🐻: Wait a second? Why did I get on email from Chenle’s lawyer about kidnapping a child asking for $500,000 for the damage!

Kun🐻: This far too much, for a little misunderstanding

Chenle💰: THIS IS A LIFE OF DEATH SITUATION. YOUR SON KIDNAPPED SOMEONE’S BABY

Kun🐻: Arghhhhh! Ten sorry, you shopping spree will have to be hold this month

Ten🐱: Don’t worry, I can make the that law suit go poof

Jaemin🐰: Touch my child, I will kill you myself

Ten🐱: On second thought…no shopping it is ha ha

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miralwb · 2 years

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Have a good night i wanna kick it with you all night

Jisung chooses right then to walk into the kitchen while he is being yelled at over the phone by his best friend. Jaemin once again jerks his head away from his phone. YOU SHOULD HAVE STRETCHED MORE, OR DRANK MORE WATER, OR I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE, BUT, YOU NEED TO BE MORE CAUTIOUS, OKAY?” Jaemin mentally prepares himself for what may possibly take ten years off his lifetime of Donghyuk’s yelling. “Dang, okay, well, uh, imayormaynothavebrokenmyfibula.” Jaemin’s breath whooshes out of him all at once. “Just spit it out Jaemin, I don’t have all day to wait around for an answer, and by the way, you need to tell your teammates as well because YangYang keeps bothering me about it as well.” Is your injury bad? YangYang has been asking me about your injury.” “Jeez, I was going to tell you sooner than later, no need to be bitchy about it, dang.” Do you simply know how much stress I got from waiting for three thousand hours for a response from you? I might have to reconsider our friendship.” Jaemin could hear the sarcasm oozing through the phone because of course Donghyuk would be the only one to gripe about his boyfriend letting him know about Jaemin’s injury. “Well, I honestly was counting on YangYang to report to you, so I wouldn’t have to, duh,” Jaemin snarks back. He rolls his eyes at Donghyuk’s dramatics. Of course he’s going to be dramatic about this, Jaemin thought. Jaemin cringes and immediately rips his phone away from his poor ears to spare himself from more of Donghyuk’s yelling. WHY DID I HAVE TO KNOW THAT YOU GOT INJURED THROUGH MY BOYFRIEND. “JAEMIN! WHY DID YOU NOT IMMEDIATELY LET ME KNOW THAT YOU GOT INJURED. He hits the call button, and almost immediately, Donghyuk picks up. Donghyuk could be a lot to handle sometimes, but he was Jaemin’s best friend for a reason. Jaemin lets out a long sigh, and decides to call Donghyuk. He finds that his soccer team’s group chat has blown up with several texts, as well as three missed calls from Donghyuk and text from Jeno as well. He sighs, then decides to check it because he hasn’t checked it since his mother rushed him to the emergency room during the game. Later, when Jaemin is hobbling around the kitchen, his phone starts to buzz incessantly. “Well, we’ll see if he’s up for it tomorrow morning.” Jaemin gives a small smile back. “That works for me! I don’t know about Jisung though, he hates having to wake up early.” he answers. Oh right, I can’t even drive anymore because of my leg, he thinks. “Here, why don’t I drop you and Jisung off tomorrow early so you can tell Coach Lee that you can’t play the rest of the season?” You need rest right now,” she reprimands. “Well Jaemin, I would advise you to not dwell upon what happened too much. “Oh! Sorry, I was just reviewing some of my plays in my head.” He does not realize that he has arrived home until his mother very concernedly waves her hand in his face and asks if anything was wrong. Maybe he should have taken that opportunity to pass the ball to YangYang. How did the ref let that kid intercept him out of nowhere? He was used to the antics of the Eagles, but the ref at the game was obviously biased toward them, which completely turned the tide. Jaemin, once again, finds himself in his thoughts. “Well, if you do ever need anything, honey, just let me know.” I think I just need to get some rest tonight.” He blinks a bit then turns to answer her, “No, thank you. Do you want to stop by to get food or something else, honey?” his mother asks as she takes her seat in the car. “Jaemin sweetie, I’m sorry that your season got cut short like this. The Eagles were a tough team, not only because their defense was solid, but because they were also notorious for pulling illegal moves on the field. But, he was mostly furious at himself that he got injured at a soccer game during his peak high school year.Īt least my team won, he thought to himself. Suffice to say, he was still a little peeved that the cocky sophomore team on the opposing team managed to trip him up during the game, which led to his unfortunate result of a broken fibula. Jaemin’s head still rang from the emergency room appointment earlier. “I regret to inform you that your son has broken his fibula.”

#Have a good night i wanna kick it with you all night

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0wllight · 2 years

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I will send a couple of these, so feel no pressure to do them all. But Kiss Meme with Venom

I got forehead for this one!

Opening the kitchen cupboard, Yangyang searched around until he found the flour, grabbing it carefully. For most things he had to stand on his tiptoes to get, usually, he relied on Venom to grab the ingredients since he was way taller but he was currently out at the bakery working.

Plus, this was a surprise. His birthday was coming up tomorrow and they had wanted to make him something this time, even though he had little to no experience in cooking or baking. Usually, Venom was the one who did all the baking but Yang had decided to try his hand at it. It couldn’t be that hard anyways, right?

He had printed off a recipe online on how to make him cupcakes, it seemed at least a little easier than making a full-blown cake and especially decorating it so he wanted to see how it came out. Putting the flour onto the counter and looking at the paper carefully, he was already lost on what to do.

He certainly hadn’t come prepared on what to do and normally, he would ask Venom for help, but he never baked and it was usually Venom who helped him with everything. Plus, if he asked, it would seem suspicious. The last time Yang had seriously tried to bake something was when they first met.

Pacing around the kitchen trying to think of what to do, it was too late before Yang came way too close to the cupboard he had forgotten to close, immediately making contact with it with his forehead and hitting it, HARD.

Immediately recoiling from the impact, Yang crumbled down to the floor in pain, gripping their forehead with their hand. His head stung from where he had hit it and he wasn’t sure enough if he had hit it hard enough for it to bleed, and he didn’t want to check.

Then, almost on cue, the door opened and his heart dropped. He had totally forgotten how soon Venom’s shift ended and had certainly not planned all this out since he hadn’t given himself enough time to prepare everything, ingredients still very obviously on the counter.

“HOLD ON!” He yelled, hopefully, loud enough for Venom to hear him.

His plea did not matter, as Venom walked through the doorway anyways and first saw the ingredients on the counter, and then them on the floor. His eyes widened and he ran over to them, crouching down to where they were.

“What happened?!” He exclaimed, concerned.

They laughed, bashfully. “Uhh… Well, don’t worry about it.” The pain was mostly gone anyways, so he was sure he was fine, the biggest thing to him was ruining the surprise, which had basically already happened anyways. Now he had to jump through hoops to cover it up “Let me, uh, clean this up.”

Venom frowned. “You don’t look ok, Yang. Seriously, what were you doing in here?”

Yang sighed. He knew he couldn’t worm his way out of this one, Venom was just way too persistent.

“Well… I was trying to make you something for your bithday, I wasn’t looking, and I hit my head on the cupboard.”

Venom’s gaze softened, though he still looked concerned. Obviously, the sentiment meant a lot to him, but he was still worried.

“Yang… You didn’t have to. Especially if you’re going to end up injuring yourself. I would rather you don’t give me anything if it’s not going to hurt you… at this point, I don’t know what I can trust you with alone.”

They knew he meant that last part somewhat playfully, though there was still genuine concern in his words.

“Well, I’m fine now. My head doesn’t really hurt. I just have to clean all this up… I’m sorry I ruined the surprise.”

Smiling softly, Venom leaned in and gave him a kiss on his forehead gently.

“Really, honey, it’s okay. I know you tried. If it makes you feel any better… how about we continue making them together? I can definitely give you a hand, even if it’s not a surprise anymore. But… are you sure your head is ok?”

The new idea made Yang smile, his face lighting up at his words.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine!” Standing up, they grabbed his hand and lead him to the counter with the ingredients still there.

“I’d love to bake these with you!” Venom chuckled softly, gaze soft as he looked at him.

“Then let’s get started.”

#ask #answered #ask game #thank you!!#mutual tag #my writing #my post #ok to rb #ship: lucky 8 #ren never shuts up

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wincore · 2 years

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corduroy | liu yangyang

pairing: yangyang x fem!reader

synopsis: in which all the wrong guys are in love with you, you’re in love with your best friend, and your best friend is in love with stupidity.

genre: bff2l, college au, they’re both cs majors (don’t boo me), tooth-rotting stomachache-inducing fluff.

word(s): 11.2k

warning(s): language, alcohol, so many typos probably.

a/n: this is an old wip so it’s not probably up to date with the jokes. i literally scrapped it and brought it back again. also there is not plot and i was peer pressured into posting this. i’m kind of glad to be back into the schedule of posting though!! ٩(^ᴗ^)۶

i. cotton

The thing is, you can’t ever say for sure that Liu Yangyang was your first love. Not when he was missing a tooth, with hair tossed wild in the wind and a Spiderman bandaid on his scraped knee beneath blue cotton shorts. You can’t say he ever made enough sense to be anyone’s first love at all.

But when he had extended a tiny hand towards you with nervous anticipation, you had taken it because you thought all of that was cute. Your neighbor with the squishy cheeks and round, inquisitive eyes was cute; and your parents had always told you to mind your manners. Of course, manners weren’t what forced you to inevitably like him. And anyway, he had only asked for your help because you were a head taller back then and he couldn’t reach the button on the vending machine for his favorite juice. Now it makes sense as to why he was so red in the face and rambling his head off.

You’ve fallen in love a number of times, and they weren’t with Liu Yangyang. Your first love was more of a crush on the basketball captain four years older and in high school. He was tall and broad shouldered and you thought seventeen year olds were the coolest people on earth. They were, in fact, not. Liu Yangyang at seventeen had gotten rice stuck inside his nostril while trying to make a mustache out of brown sticky rice.

Your second love, in ninth grade, with a boy who had the brightest grin and his kiss tasted purple like your favorite color at the time, which slowly faded to a worn out gray when the time came. He was sweet, and considerate for a teenager, and showed you pictures of his cats but he was an exchange student and it only lasted a semester and a week. Liu Yangyang called the boy a fever dream and told you to forget him because "first relationships are always like that" according to his wiser, older friend in class 10-2.

Your third love was in the first year of college and it was less love and more casual attraction to a particularly happy-go-lucky senior. He always wore a look that made you uncomfortable and it was most likely because he was too hot and way too out of your league. Even more likely because he never stayed for too long. Liu Yangyang called him a jerk and an ape-faced asshole though you could sense some sort of jealousy from him. Maybe Yangyang just doesn't like popular guys.

So here you are now, with your untimely realization in Web Dev 101 that the boy sleeping beside you is the only boy that has stuck with you for the longest. The sun shines over the clean cut of his face and his dyed hair parted over his forehead, and you instinctively move your hand to block out the light over his eyes. It’s disgusting. Liu Yangyang is disgustingly cute.

You’re lucky the laptops cover you or the professor would yell his head off at the two of you for not paying attention. Yangyang’s laptop is vibrant, full of the stickers you got for free at hackathons and yours is neat and clean silver, a clear reflection of how much of a mess he is and a not-mess you are. ("It's decorative! I like them for motivation. Besides they're stuck in orderly fashion." "Dude, a sticker that says ‘uwu’ isn't exactly what you'd stick for motivation.") There's no way you'd fall for your doofus of a best friend, right?

“This is just cruel,” Yangyang mutters, and you quickly move your hand away.

“What is?” You whisper.

“The fact that he’s given us like three assignments and I still can’t panic enough to focus in class.”

You roll your eyes. “Three assignments over three weeks! That’s enough time.”

“I don’t want advice from an overachieving perfectionist.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with being a perfectionist? We’re almost the same. You fuss over shoes and I fuss over grades.”

Yangyang raises his head and narrows his eyes at you. “Touché.”

A nasal voice makes you drop the smile from your face as quick as lightning.

“Do you have anything to contribute to the rest of the lecture, Miss (name) and uh… your friend?”

Yangyang makes a face behind his timed out laptop screen, mouthing a complaint of “He doesn’t even know my name?”

You shake your head, offering a clean “No, Professor.” Yangyang sits straight and scratches the back of his head, mumbling a sheepish apology.

Once the class is over, you stop your usual detour to the professor and follow Yangyang out instead. The sun is slightly less harsher than before but he covers his eyes and yours too, in a gesture that’s meant more to smack you over the forehead.

“You are so annoying,” you huff.

“Like you’re any less annoying.”

“You’re going to make me lose my 4.0 one of these days,” you jab, holding your bag closer to you.

“Oh, boohoo, I’m (name) and I would push my best friend off a cliff if I went from a 4.0 to a 3.9.”

“You know me so well.”

Yangyang makes a face, adjusting his crinkled white T-shirt that you have told so many times to iron. You wonder how he functions at all, much less keeps up with academics and clubs.

"All the college's you could've joined and you had to enroll in the same one as me." You click your tongue.

You're not upset though. In fact, you'd told Yangyang just how dead set you were on getting in and how good the university is just so maybe, only maybe he'd want to join too. You wanted that to be at least one of the reasons behind his decision. But Liu Yangyang thinks for himself as clear as day. There's no way he would follow his best friend wherever, to the end of the world or to paradise. Would he?

You can't figure it out when he looks at you with such bright, twinkling eyes and a wide grin.

“Anyway, I should get going,” he says, holding up his phone.

So, here’s the issue.

Yangyang has a girlfriend, who he’s deeply in love with. You have a boyfriend you’re on the verge of breaking up with.

He smiles softly at Shuhua’s text, a little different from the way he smiles at you—like she’s the moon and you’re the sun. And everyone knows the way mortals have always loved the moon, enough to write pages and pages of literature about and enough to send billion dollar machines to see her closer. The sun might help them live but the moon is what they live for.

You can’t bring yourself to be jealous however. Apart from the fact that she was your closest campus friend in freshman year after Yangyang, she’d helped you get into frat parties and loosen up enough to (unintentionally) expand your social circle. Getting drunk really is the best way to make friends, especially if you’re not supposed to be drinking in the first place. You can’t count the number of times Shuhua helped you when you got a little too tipsy (while being tipsy herself and that’s a rare breed.)

The two of you only drifted apart after she changed her major to PolSci, and the frequency of visiting parties started to wane. Yangyang and Shuhua met through you. You should be happy your best friend finally got a college love life. According to statistics, most people get married to their highschool or college sweethearts. The thought sours your mood a bit.

“Yeah,” you say. “I’ll go meet up with Yunho. We have a cuter date planned than you do.”

Yangyang rolls his eyes. “Senior dudes are bad news. Break up with him.”

You exhale, disbelieving. “Not you thinking you have a say in my relationship.”

“Eh, whatever. Bye-bye!”

You watch him sprint across the hall with his baby blue bag dangling off his shoulder and you shake your head like a despairing mother at her disgraceful son. You wonder who really runs faster between the two of you—him, after the little joys of life or you, after a future that you’ve only brushed fingertips against. You’re graduating next year and it’s a little hopeless to fall in love with your best friend now.

So, of course, you’re going to pretend you’re not, not now, not ever.

ii. denim

You would rather die than go on a double date with your best friend and his girlfriend.

They look sickeningly happy (and you’re happy for them, you tell yourself) while you still, in your twenties now, can’t understand the concept of love.

The worst part is that Yunho isn’t coming. Your boyfriend has about a million other things he’d do than spend time with you. You wonder if you’re even on the priority list. It’s laughable—but only because you’re not any better. You wouldn’t be smiling at your best friend trying to win at the claw machine by the park entrance, tongue poking out in concentration and wondering if this is love.

“Is she coming any time soon?” You ask, checking the time on your watch.

“You know, I still think your boyfriend is shitty.” He looks up with an annoyed frown. “You look nice for once and he’s missing out.”

“For once? I’m not taking that from a gremlin.”

Yangyang rolls his eyes. “Shuhua’s got a project review. I don’t think she can make it.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I… just got the text.” He scratches the back of his head before turning back to the machine. “This thing is a scam.”

“You just realized?”

“Shut up.”

There’s a pause, the fresh wind gently caressing the two of you and he takes a step closer.

“Ice cream?” He says.

“Ice cream.” You giggle, the discomfort in your chest dissolving into the cold, melted pool of ice cream that Yangyang steals from you anyway.

“I still have the two tickets to the park…” Yangyang complains when you suggest going home.

“Save it so you can go with Shuhua,” you scold.

“It’s for the today, stupid!” He crosses his arms. “You’re wasting my money by not going.”

“Who asked you to prebook tickets? Idiot.”

“You said that’s the smarter option!”

“You’re supposed to make sure people are coming when you prebook!” You argue, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Let’s just go,” he mutters, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you over the sidewalk.

It’s not any old amusement park. It’s too grand and too jovial and too full of couples. God, you keep forgetting it’s a hotspot for sickly displays of whatever the hell they call love. You don’t care what they say, wearing matching cat ears is not love. Or coordinated couple outfits. Or couple rings. All of that is a stupid capitalistic ploy to thrive off temporary happiness.

You don’t know if it’s your boyfriend standing you up making you bitter, or the fact that you’re probably there with your best friend as a replacement for the love of his life. Why couldn’t you fall in love with Shuhua instead? It seems less painful to be in love with someone perfect. And sweet. And smells nice. (You’d think Yangyang would take some notes and stop using Axe body spray.)

The fact that you adore the ball of imperfections that Yangyang is makes it so much worse than it should be. There are still childish thoughts swirling in your head—you’ve known him longer, shouldn’t you be dating him? Or, you’re as close as two people can be, doesn’t that mean you should be lovers? After twenty-one years of life, you swallowed the pill stuck at the base of your tongue. Love cannot be equated with logic. It’s too impulsive, a ball of fire let loose on a blank, dark night. It’s completely ridiculous.

“Hello? (name), are you there?” Yangyang waves a hand in front of you. “Oh no, my robot’s malfunctioning. I need an engineer to help me. Oh wait, I’m the engineer.”

You smack his hand away. “Just… zoning out.”

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he whines. “We just got here. And I’m getting us some crepes.”

You sigh, following him as he walks backwards and crashes into a bunch of people. Good ol’ second hand embarrassment. You can never be rid of it as long as you’re with Yangyang. But he’s snapped you out of it at least. An amusement park is no place to be lamenting the misery of your love life.

“No,” you say, when you see where Yangyang is tugging you to. “I’m not riding that.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport,” he says. “I’ll let you cling to me when you get scared.”

“Yangyang.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I don’t like roller coasters because you grab onto my hand way too tight and oh, not to mention you screaming murder in my ear.”

A light flush burns at the tip of his ears.

“I’ve grown up, (name),” he responds, straightening and placing his hands at his hips.

You hate the touch of his hand when he holds your hand and drags you to the ride anyway. He would start tickle fights in a similar fashion too, when he didn’t get his way. He’s always been a brat. You shouldn’t be beaming at him just because he looks so adorable, all excited (mostly scared) about the crazy drop of the ride.

“Just you wait,” he says, grinning from ear to ear.

You don’t really want to wait anymore. The wait is the agony of it.

The ride leaves your hair just about as you’d expected. Yangyang’s is funnier. His bangs stick out in two different directions and the rest of it looks like a chemistry experiment gone wrong. You can’t help doubling over laughing at it; he looks so distressed just because a girl from your data science lab passed you by.

He takes out his phone, taking a selfie of the two of you and catching you off-guard. You’d tell him to delete it but you know he’s going to stash it away till your birthday, the prime time to post all your embarrassing pictures.

“Oh, man,” he says. “You think I can sell these for some cash? I know some guys who’d pay to see you smile like that.”

You only smile at him like that. Idiot.

You roll your eyes at him instead, now tugging him towards an ice-cream truck. Chocolate for you, cookies and cream for him—as always. But your favorite food is best savored with a lovely view.

“Why do you only like the boring rides?” he asks, drudging forward as you make your way to the Ferris wheel. It’s getting closer to evening, and somehow evening calls for proximity.

“I need some pictures for my Instagram!” You defend. “Besides, it feels pretty good to be above everything.”

“Like, ‘standing over the corpses of my enemies’ kind of above or ‘above my puny, human problems’ kind of above?” He raises an eyebrow.

You chuckle. “The second one.”

He hums, not responding. “My ice-cream’s melting because of you.”

Getting into the cabin, you get a warning from the employee to not drop your food there—but a bright grin from Yangyang makes her let you off easy. God, he is cute. You aren’t going crazy then. (But Shuhua’s decision was a lapse of judgment, you know. Yangyang aimed a bit too high and it landed somehow.)

“Hey, this is for you,” he says all of a sudden, the sky still candy blue behind him.

You blink at the butterfly hairpin, golden and pink (and going nicely with your outfit too, but you didn’t know Yangyang was paying attention.)

“Put it on,” you say, trying to calm the beating of your heart in the silence that follows. It’s just a gift. You’ve given each other gifts before—how are you forgetting your basic human functioning because of a little gesture?

Yangyang gives you his ice-cream to hold, his hands nimbly smoothing out your hair before clipping your hair back near your ear.

“You look pretty,” he mumbles. He’s not even looking at you with how zoned out he is. “Pretty… uh, pretty stupid!”

“Nice save,” you retort. “I was thinking you’d fallen for me, like the piece of shit you are.”

“I wish I did,” he says, immediately regretting it after he says it.

“What?”

“It’s nothing.” He gulps. “I… I just- no, it’s okay.”

“Yangyang,” you call in a warning tone. “At least talk over ice-cream.”

He pokes at his ice-cream, taking small bites occasionally. “Shuhua and I… sometimes I doubt us. It’s a complicated feeling. You know when you’re missing something, right? It’s like having a hole underneath a cover. I didn’t even notice.”

His voice wavers at the end.

“Hey,” you say, a rush of empathy flooding you as you place your hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s okay to feel insecure or something—”

“No, it’s not,” he says sharply, taking a breath. “It’s not insecurity. It’s just… I’m not having fun anymore. I wonder if that’s the only reason people fall in love.”

“I… I don’t know either. It’s kind of complicated, right?”

“That makes two of us then,” he says, recovering his grin. “It’s somehow always the two of us.”

The Ferris wheel stops, the two of you finally at the top. In the movies, they kiss now. But the only thing meeting your lips is your melted ice-cream. You almost forget to take the pictures you were in here for.

You wonder if posting Yangyang to your story will give the wrong impression. Immediately, you chide yourself. Why would it? Everyone knows you’re best friends. Nothing’s wrong about this. He looks pretty in the picture, in a black hoodie against shiny glass and a pastel background. He always brings the contrast. Something about that is pleasant to you. Your best friend isn’t a complicated, miserable pile of thoughts like you are. He’s just there. He’s always there.

Something causes you to blurt it out.

“You know, I’m glad it’s the two of us,” you say.

Yangyang blinks, not particularly trying to tear apart your sentence.

“Me too,” he responds.

This isn’t a movie. You already know that. You have to return to the ground at some point.

Maybe you can come to terms with it though. Being in love and not being loved. Liu Yangyang is still your best friend, and nothing can go wrong when it’s the two of you—even with whatever the hell is blooming and rotting inside your ribcage.

You part at the place you met, Yangyang providing one last glare at the claw machine. The sheep soft toy seems to offer a cheeky smile in return. He yells a goodbye, turning back over and over to see if you’re leaving. It’s a stupid thing he does.

“I had fun,” you call and he turns back again, eyes twinkling.

(Maybe you are in love. Maybe it isn’t so complicated. Maybe you should stop playing 4D chess at a checkers competition.)

He grins wide at you, a heart-wavering grin, something of routine and walks on with spry steps over the pavement. The sky is turning pink and the blue is bleeding away. The day will end, like all the rest.

Cotton candy totally doesn’t remind you of the time Yangyang faceplanted onto some during your sixth grade school trip. No, you totally don’t think of Yangyang and his plastic stegosaurus (his favorite) figurines when you see the dinosaur-themed ride. And of course, you don’t think of him over old pop love songs on the radio.

“The world is full of lies,” you’d said once on a park bench near your old high school. The day before summer vacation was always chaos for crowds and a strange moment of peace for the two of you.

You didn’t expect a reply. It was a usual complaint of yours, whenever something didn’t turn out right despite the best of your efforts. The world was and is still unfair. Coming to terms with that hurts even now.

“So let’s find the truth together!” He’d said, imitating the protagonist of a detective cartoon you used to watch as kids. You had laughed with him.

But you did want that. You wanted to find your truths together, sitting on a park bench with ice pops in your mouth. You wonder if he remembers that day.

The realization is as sudden as the click of a vending machine. You just have too many memories interlaced with the touch, scent and laugh of your best friend; it would be hard to let go now. For you, colors don’t fade. For him, a new color replaces the old. It’s hard to fall in love with someone splashed in the very colors you love but cannot have for yourself. Love is difficult and cruel and brutal—and you can curse your heart out at it. But the irony remains the same. You will always crave what you don’t have. Maybe it’ll comfort you to believe you wouldn’t want him if he were yours.

Everything that is easy is complicated. But even so, you know your comfort lies in that little intersection between the two, the spot that Yangyang holds for you.

iii. satin

Some days, you think you’re soaring.

Note: that has nothing to do with getting complimented by your professor on your semester project.

Maybe a little bit.

You don’t know what gives you the confidence (you know exactly what gives you the confidence) but you finally break up with Yunho. You know he’ll be okay. It was a long time coming, and no amount of begging is going to get you to unblock his number or hear out his explanation for basically ogling every other girl in the room whenever you’re together. Relationships require trust. If you can’t build that, it will always be a failure.

You sigh as you make your way back home. It’s not that you didn’t like him. He was so nice at first, and he built up your confidence without realizing. In the same fashion, he broke it down too. You hate to admit it but Yangyang was right. You spent too much time on someone that wasn’t worth it. But you’ll have these negative feelings bubble up on some other day.

This weekend is going to be spent relaxing.

The winds signify rain about to come and you take quicker steps to your apartment. You don’t hate rainy weather but they’re best spent inside.

The moment you enter your apartment, you find a familiar figure cooped up on the couch and the familiar scent of mint choco ice-cream. You frown. He only has that godforsaken flavor when something’s up. He’s got his laptop too, and watching a recap of the NBA games is definitely enough to make you question his mental wellbeing. On a side note, his image could definitely be on the new poster for the campus mental health awareness campaign.

“Yangyang?” you call, taking off your shoes.

He’s dressed in the Hello Kitty pajamas the two of you have a matching set of; he’d left it here at your place so he’d never have to resort to wearing that in the dorm. You don’t get what’s so bad about it. If he expects to wear classy velvet robes in his own place, he’s forgetting his origins—from spending time at Hello Kitty stores to winning a year’s supply of Pompompurin socks.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, leaning in to catch a glimpse of his face under the dim lights.

It looks like something out of a zombie horror flick, in an almost comedic way.

“I… I got demoted to ‘just friends’,” he mutters, looking away in a desperate attempt to pick up his shredded ego.

You take a moment to process it. Just friends…? ‘Just friends’ can be a haunting phrase too. You know that.

Your jaw drops. Pushing the tiny devil that’s laughing off your shoulder, you make your way to him.

“For real?”

“Do people fake break up?”

“Right. Sorry.”

There’s a quiet pause.

“Can I go change before we can have the post-breakup talk?” You ask, noting the slight indifference in his face—at least, for what a post-breakup face should look like.

“Yeah, go ahead,” he says, waving his hand about. “I’ll be here wallowing in my misery. You have fun changing.”

“Yangyang.”

“I can’t believe she broke up with me,” he whines, face pressed against his pillow before he removes it and huffs in annoyance. He eventually takes the bucket of ice cream and stuffs his face with some more. You really shouldn't be so glad about it but Yangyang isn't as down in the dumps as you'd thought either.

“You’re not sad?” you ask.

He shrugs. “Well, I have you.”

His casual demeanor isn’t all there is. You can see the red rim under his eyes and the blotchy cheeks.

You feel warm in the face anyway though you shouldn’t. “I’m not a substitute for a girlfriend, idiot.”

"Oh, but you'd be such a lovely one." He gives you a cheeky grin and he's met with a smack to the back of his head.

"You've got enough girls after you, just pick one."

Yangyang's eyes widen, a mocking glint in them. "I do? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Oh my god, all this time I've been hot and popular and no one told me."

"I didn't say hot. You’re just somehow desirable. Plus, I thought you'd be more confident."

"Oh, I am confident there are people in love with me. It's just more validating coming from you, Prom Queen."

You roll your eyes. "You would've been Prom King too if you didn't get diarrhea and had to get hospitalized."

"Can you please never bring that up again? I'm begging you."

"You ate stale fries on your own will, I wonder who's to blame?"

He frowns, clutching his ice-cream bucket tighter. "Guess who's not getting any ice-cream?"

"Hey now. Don't be immature."

The two of you share a short chuckle.

"What about you?" He asks all of a sudden. "You don't pay attention to any of the guys lining up for you either and it's killing me because they think I'm your manager or something. What am I supposed to do about their complaints and requests?"

"Ooh, they don't even stop to think you're my boyfriend. I'm so out of your league."

"No, it's because they know I'm dating- was dating Shuhua. And you have that asshole."

“I broke up with him,” you say casually.

“What?”

“I broke up with him. He wasn’t good for me. You were right.”

Yangyang’s jaw drops. “Girl, I never thought I’d hear those words coming from you.”

You roll your eyes. "Shuhua was way out of your league too, by the way. You should thank me that you dated at all."

"Whose best friend are you again? I just got dumped, to remind you."

He chews at the pink plastic spoon with a pout. He might act like he doesn't care, and to an extent, he probably doesn't, but it certainly hurts his ego. He loses his cool around pretty girls and he's worse with rejections and break ups. His personality does a flip around you and his other friends, so you understand how all these girls find him 'cute' when he's just plain annoying.

You find him cute too and it's not when he's acting shy around strangers or focused on the code in his laptop or even when he's drunk flirting with girls at a party with ridiculously tacky pick-up lines. (Though the last one is a bit funny.) He's cute when he laughs at your jokes, or when he smiles at you and never says 'thank you' after you fix his code for him, or when he always gets two sets of juice boxes from the vending machine and two sets of everything from the convenience store at midnight. You are a set. That's what makes it so comfortable.

But there is the looming thought that you won't always be like this. College will end and you'll get a job and he'll meet someone and suddenly, you'll be the cool, unhinged wine aunt at his Christmas parties. Maybe he’ll even have some annoying kids to take after him. The thought makes you shudder. Yangyang should be legally prohibited from becoming a parent.

He lets out another groan and slides down to the floor in misery, breaking you out of that horrible loop of thoughts. You shake your head and follow, crouching on the floor beside him.

"Hey, don't overthink it. College breakups happen all the time and I've seen worse. Shuhua doesn't hate you or anything, I bet."

He moans again miserably, throwing his head back and resting it on the couch.

"God, why is our couch so uncomfortable?" He mutters irritably.

"Yangyang," you call.

Reaching your hand towards his face, you're taken aback when he grabs it before you can pinch his cheek.

"You're going to pinch my cheek, aren't you?" He complains. "I'm not a baby, you know?"

"You sure act like one," you mutter.

A moment passes and his grip on your wrist loosens to him holding your hand, fingers intertwined. He slowly opens them to compare your hand sizes.

"Wow, I've grown," he declares. Of course he did, you haven't compared hand sizes since sixth grade and you were bored out of your minds while cleaning up the classroom.

His hands are cold from the cup but yours are warm and that's all that matters. You're balanced in a way that no other guy can make you feel and not to mention, the stupid butterflies he's been giving you lately.

“Wanna go get some snacks?” You suggest. “They finally restocked the vending machine.”

Yangyang laughs. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Ooh, and you pick a movie.”

Yangyang nods, reluctantly getting up and pulling you up after him, though with more force than he intended. You end up crashing into his chest, the two of you mumbling apologies. You’re too tired to tease him—or so you tell yourself. The way you’re looking for a way to hide your face suggests a deeper embarrassment to it.

“You know it’s bad habit to have soda at night,” he says, watching you pick something from the vending machine. The glow highlights the sharp jawline and edges of his face, somehow making him look more mature than during daytime.

“You’re a bundle of bad habits, Yangyang, and here I am, with you.”

He pouts. “You’re not going to leave me too, are you?”

“I wish I could.”

“You just do not have any sympathy for me, do you?”

“Cruelty is an art and I am Picasso’s devotee.”

“What the fuck does that even mean- don’t answer me.”

You shake your head, leading the way back to your apartment. It doesn’t matter that you’re in unicorn pajamas. Uni nights could be worse.

After the ramen cups are empty (and the popcorn and the chips and the soda) and the movie is over, your head is still resting against his chest. Your roommate is going to go all suspicious eyes and teasing hums when she finds Yangyang here tomorrow. It’s not like you’re doing something in her absence. You’re not up to all of that.

Your face turns hot. It’s just the two of you in this apartment. Why is it so much worse than all the times it’s been just the two of you? Was he always sitting this close? Your sides are pressed together and the temperature of his skin is just as warm as yours. This is not a good feeling.

“We should sleep,” he whispers, shifting to sit up and you let out a whine. “Unless you want your roommate to get the wrong idea.”

“We’re clothed!” You blurt.

“Eh? I wasn’t talking about that,” he says, a cheshire cat smile growing on his face. “But I like the way you think.”

“Shut up, Yangyang.”

You get up, make a face at him and snatch the blanket.

“Hey—wait! I was joking. Please, I’ll freeze to death without a blanket.”

You giggle, rubbing your eyes sleepily and handing the soft cloth back to him without much of a fight. He looks too cute with sleep in his eyes.

There you go again. Overusing the word ‘cute’ on someone like Yangyang. He rests his shoulder against the doorframe of your bedroom, a zoned out smile on his face.

“Good night,” he whispers, a soft smile as he leans.

For a moment, you get the ridiculous idea that he’s going to kiss you good night. But of course, he straightens, waves goodbye with your spare pillow and exits the room towards the couch. You’re not disappointed. You can’t be disappointed. Yangyang and his stupid honey brown eyes.

Yangyang sighs, plopping down on the couch. One of these days he might as well hand over the knife to you, let you cut bone-deep. When Shuhua told him what she felt—that he’s always looking at someone else when he’s with her—it felt like a far-flung accusation. He didn’t even know who she was talking about.

Yangyang gets it now. It’s you. He wants to be with you all the time, hold your hand for some embarrassing reason and even worse, let his thumb brush your cheek when he kisses you. His heart is beating like crazy at your touches and he wonders if he didn’t notice all this time or if he suppressed it unknowingly. He did say he'd marry you when he was five years old but you’d smacked him with a stick at the playground. He didn’t understand the word then, he doesn’t understand it now—beyond fiscal advantages, that is. He doesn’t understand love. If he wasn’t in love with Shuhua—and he believes he wasn’t now that he sees clearly—is it you? Everything seems to be made for you anyway. It wouldn’t be so bad if he was too.

Yangyang holds his head and groans. The timing is too awkward. He can’t make sense of feelings. You would physically assault him if he suggested dating. There’s too many errors in his plan. He’d just rather pretend to sleep now, and hope the scent of you doesn’t keep him up too long.

iv. fleece

“Hey, (name),” Yangyang calls, his laptop open in front of him.

“What is it, dickface?”

“Uncalled for, but okay.” He shifts, closing the laptop. “I had a question.”

“Spill. Why are you even prefacing your question? This isn’t our lab report.”

“You like me, don’t you?”

You freeze, looking up at him. He looks blank, with next to no emotion in his eyes. You wonder what gave it away. Having a crush feels like keeping a secret. You wonder why it’s always been that way for you, why you couldn’t be someone as open as Yukhei or Yuqi or Yerim. You want to push your heart to your sleeve but it always bounces back straight to your cheek.

Only Yangyang knows how to pull that cheek of yours. Even if you didn’t tell him, he’d know.

He looks… disappointed now. Your heart clenches. Of course. He’s still in love with someone else and you were stupid to regard a breakup as anything important.

“I can’t like you like that,” he says quietly, voice cold. “I’m sorry.”

Your ears are ringing. It’s not that bad but doesn’t this rejection feel a bit out of nowhere? You didn’t even get to confess first for god’s sake! Where is this even coming from. The ringing, shame, embarrassment and most importantly, a certain fear is getting louder. You don’t want him to look at you like that.

You wake up to the sound of your alarm. God, that didn’t feel right. It can’t be.

You sit up straight, cursing your roommate for turning off the air conditioner. Picking up your phone from your bedside table, you notice twenty-seven particular messages among the swarm of notifications.

[brat]

I left early

Dejun’s about to beat my ass for taking both the keys

Oh, btw

Left some cheetos for you

Only the empty packet tho i was hungry

ok before you get mad at me, i’ll buy you one after the morning lab

You check the time. It’s six in the morning. Nowhere near the time you’re used to waking up at.

Also check out this cute cat i found outside your apart

[3 image files attached]

too bad you missed it loser

Wait shit i didn’t mean to send that picture of you sleeping

You smile. No way. No way can he be cold. Your best friend is as warm as a summer’s day still. If he’s with you, it’s always a sunny day—even if there’s rain and snow. You tap away at a response, knowing he’ll react dramatically at you sending a text in the ass crack of dawn for no seeming reason. At least there’ll be a response. At least he won’t look at you with ice cold eyes.

[you]

creep

It’s two packets of cheetos

and your debit card number

[brat]

wtf are you awake for

Back to bed princess snoreface

You shake your head. That’s enough. The bed is warmer now and he’s not even here. It’s ridiculous how you’ve fallen. But maybe he’s your soft place to fall for a reason after all.

v. leather

There it comes, like a domineering, crashing wave after a gentle lap of water at your feet.

It’s a bad day. It’s just a bad day.

You’re trying to keep your head straight but it’s clearly not working. Pre-finals week is almost worse than finals week.

And all of the pressure just makes you overthink. You’re at your worst and you’re alone. What could be better for the anxious turmoil of a brain you have? You wonder how people love each other through distress, through the worst. It’s terrible work. Why would anyone do it?

The weekend before finals is always the worst. You’re almost always alone and you hate it. Not that you have someone in mind even now. Not at all.

You groan and plant your cheek against the hard wooden desk. You’re not even studying now. You wish Yangyang would send a dumb meme to you already. Opening your phone to a flurry of Instagram notifications is not and has never been a good idea.

You notice the comment first.

‘Homewrecker in the making’ it reads under the post of you and Yangyang from the amusement park. It feels like months ago even if it was barely three weeks. The user is an empty profile, of course. But you never considered private lives to be summed up in one comment.

You close your phone. The idea still makes you uneasy. Were you at fault? Is it self-centered to think you’re the reason or is it responsible to pin the blame on yourself?

You take a shaky breath.

It’s not even the worst thing to happen to you that night.

Your ex-boyfriend decided to be an ass about the breakup and shade you on his social media, your gpa did drop from a 4.0 to a 3.9, which means you aren’t special anymore and Yangyang is nowhere to be found. To top it off, you missed an assignment arguing with your ex and now it’s past midnight.

It’s frustrating. Somehow, life decides to dump all the garbage on you at the same time. It’s like you’re getting reminded once more to stop pretending to be so fucking level-headed al the time. Is it because you like all your friends going to you for advice? So you can feel just about grounded enough and not like your feet are sinking into the floor below? Every time you run away, it catches up.

You respond to the text from Karina without thinking. All that’s left is alcohol now. Maybe that’s what your future resume will say. (Name), Alcoholic, Almost-homewrecker.

Girls’ night out couldn’t have come at a better time. Well, girls and Jaemin and Jeno, who are probably there as designated drivers. They shoot you polite smiles when they see you. For now, it’s these two, Karina, Ningning and Shuhua. Yeji, Minjung and Jisu said they’ll come over later. That’s enough of a crowd, you suppose.

You glance at Shuhua, wondering if the lines of her face were always this perfect. It’s not exactly jealousy, but something more wistful, more delicate than the hot brew of the former feeling. You don’t wish to be her. You wish to be like her.

“There’s no problem dick can’t solve, (name)!” Ningning says enthusiastically, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Ningning, I say this with only love in my heart, but who have you been hanging out with?”

She scratches the back of her head, offering a sheepish smile. “The sorority.”

“Oh, you got in!” You smile. “Congratulations.”

“If only you would join us,” Karina says, giving you a pointed look.

“I cannot afford that unreasonable house fee, Karina,” you reason.

“The frat is better than the sorority though, so just know you always have free entry to our parties from me,” Jaemin chimes in, grinning.

“You’re just doing that to get on Karina’s nerves,” Shuhua says, shaking her head. “If there were more of the girls, you’d be dead in a ditch somewhere.”

You giggle at the banter. This group is about as ridiculous as it gets.

And yet still, something is missing. You remember Yangyang’s words. That there’s a hole and you’re only covering it. The street lights are alive and twinkling as ever, the mechanical sound of cars passing by adding a rhythm to your senses. Something is missing. You think you know what—who it is. But you didn’t come here to think. No, you’re going to shove all of your thoughts aside for the moment.

One shot of vodka does not get anyone in your friend group drunk. Two shots of vodka gets Karina horribly drunk. Three shots of vodka makes you tipsy when you’re on an empty stomach.

The club is too dark, but also too bright and you find a place to sit down after Jaemin gets socked in the face by a very drunk Karina and has to sit down with you.

You laugh at Jaemin massaging his cheek.

“This is not funny!” He yells over the music. “Do you know how hard that girl punches?”

“She started boxing,” you respond, shrugging.

He makes a shocked expression, hand hovering over his chest and scandalized gesture.

“Do you wanna order some food?” He asks.

Ah, Jaemin, ever so observant.

“I’m good,” you tell him, though you can feel your stomach rumbling.

“I heard the frittatas here are really good!” He beams at you.

You laugh softly. “I’m fine, really.”

“Well, if you need anything, just let me know. I’ll be over there, avoiding the dragon lady throwing punches at people.”

You laugh and watch him leave for the bar. Jeno greets him and you’re not very good at reading mouths but from the flushed face and messy hair, you think Jeno’s been having fun. The poor boy’s going to face relentless teasing tomorrow morning. You have at least one thing to look forward to. The fog in your brain is starting to make you dizzy though, and the artificial lights are of no help.

“Are you okay?” Giselle pops up.

“Woah! You scared me there,” you say, placing a hand over your heart.

“You should drink to your heart’s content. Heard you finally broke up with your asshole boyfriend.”

You furrow your brows. “Who told you about my asshole boyfriend?”

“Yangyang,” she answers, smiling mischievously. “We’re rap buddies. He talks about you more than your asshole boyfriend though, don’t worry.”

You shake your head. “He talks too much.”

“No, I love storing all the gossip.” She grins. “And from what I’ve heard, let me tell you. Go for it!”

You blink, and even that feels sluggish. “Go… for what?”

“Ugh, I don’t wanna spell it out for you—that ruins the fun. You know what, you have the whole night to figure that out. Go have some fun now!”

You get pulled up by Giselle, her hands wrapped around your wrists.

“Let me get to the bathroom first,” you say.

“Alright, I’ll come with,” she responds.

Kali Uchis’ telepatía plays faintly through the bathroom doors. You’re just trying to fix your makeup before you take your fourth shot of vodka—and the girls take notice and get concerned about your love life. Though, you have a sneaking suspicion they might already have.

“Ooh, this is my favorite song at the moment!” Giselle exclaims before frowning at you. “Oof, you got mascara on your nose.”

You groan. “I spent twenty minutes perfecting that nose contour.”

“Maybe life is sometimes about the mascara ruining the nose contour.”

“You animation students say the weirdest shit.”

She laughs, raising her arms in defense. “You go a little crazy when you have four hour labs with the nerdiest professors ever. Also, I’m pretty sure one of them has committed a crime.”

You laugh. “I’m surprised you’re still sober.”

“I want to drink away my sorrows just as much as the other person but I have three assignments due tomorrow.”

You grit your teeth, making a face at the idea of assignments.

“Right?” She responds.

Just then, the bathroom door opens with a loud clang, making the two of you jump.

“Wooh! Why didn’t you guys tell me you were having a party here?” Shuhua yells. Karina follows her, still vibing to the music while Ningning just flashes you a peace sign, all red in the face.

Yeji brings in the gossip with a feline smile.

“Ningning has a new crush so we’re here to go FBI on him.”

Giselle and you cheer. Truly, your friends are the best thing to come out of college.

“The second news is that Jeno made out with a girl—not in our university, by the way—so we have to figure that out too.”

The whole group laughs.

“And lastly, I heard Shuhua dumped Yangyang, so we should bitch about him for a bit—as sisters. (name), you’re not allowed to protest.”

“(name) and I already bitched about him while I was dating him,” Shuhua saves.

“If anything, I should have more reasons to complain,” you add.

It doesn’t have to be summer for hot girl summer. You’ve known that since freshman year. You’re glad you went out because you laugh and you listen and you talk—without worrying about anything else. There’s no fear holding the strings to your actions, and anxiety is a long forgotten nemesis. You wonder if this is how Yangyang feels—to be devoid of burden, to just will through. Maybe that’s what makes you so relaxed around him. (It’s sure as hell not the Axe body spray.)

The alcohol starts burning through well past midnight. You finally take leave soon after. Jaemin and Jeno being the sweethearts they are and dropping everyone off. Once the cold night air hits you, so do the worries you left outside the warm, jovial club. You want to spend a little bit longer feeling less lonely. You want to fill up the part that’s never full—but maybe a few more shots would’ve filled it. The void of intimacy in your life is starting to take a toll on you.

All of the girls now, with the exception of Shuhua, went home and now the two of you are left in tired silence. Jaemin offered a ride but you refused, seeing that three drunk girls is already more than what he can handle. Shuhua breathes slowly beside you, in a state of concord with the city around you. From what she’s said, she didn’t exactly ace all her assignments either. Your shoulders touch but you’re too preoccupied by your own thoughts.

You sit quietly on the ledge of the sidewalk, the urge to cry asserting itself over your senses once again. There is so much to do and you have done nothing.

“You should go to him,” Shuhua whispers.

You scoff. “Did the alcohol affect your head? You want me to go to my ex—”

“Not him,” she clarifies, massaging her forehead. “Yangyang. He’s always waiting for you, you know?”

You turn to her, eyes stinging. “What do you mean?”

“I knew it when he told me not to come that day. To the amusement park. He said you looked like you needed some cheering up.”

You blink. “He… did what?”

Shuhua sighs. “Every time, he’s just looking at you and waiting for you to turn to him. Even when he said things to me, they felt like words he’s spoken before. That kind of thing. I think what you have is lovelier.”

“Shuhua—”

“Don’t look at me like that, ew. I’m not jealous. Over a boy? Nasty.”

“That’s not what I was doing—I thought you could read the look in my eyes.” You laugh.

“Ew. Save that for your future boyfriend, who is hopefully your best friend.”

“I was going to say, I’m beating the shit out of him for treating you less than what you deserve. I didn’t know he was a terrible boyfriend. Actually, I’m kind of pissed.”

“Slow down, that’s the alcohol.” She laughs. “Anyway, I’ve thrown my share of stuff at him over these few months. Now, go, you’re killing my hot single vibe. I’m having Yuqi come pick me up.”

You nod, smiling.

“Do you want me to come walk you to the dorms? I feel like an audience would lessen the romantic effect though.”

You sigh. “I can’t- I don’t know what to tell him.”

“You were planning to go to him anyway. Weren’t you?”

Your eyes widen. “How would you… that obvious, huh?”

“As clear as day.”

Your eyes water and you rub at them, feeling the gnawing of hopelessness at your chest. Isn’t it too late? If you run to him at your lowest, will he still let you in? You can’t be using him like that.

“It’s good to have someone to rely on,” Shuhua whispers. “And remember, if life’s going to be a bitch, so will you.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, touched for no apparent reason. It takes your whole system to not cry right then and there.

The two of you part when Yuqi arrives and you get up reluctantly, holding your head. It’s only a five minute walk from where you were sitting but it feels longer than usual. Doubts bubble up, fears and insecurities and you can’t shove them aside like you could when you were younger. You don’t want to lose him. You don’t want him to work somewhere miles away from you with sparse FaceTime calls as the only string holding your fading friendship.

You don’t want to lose him, but there’s a stronger feeling. You want to love and to be loved the way you want. There’s no one who knows how to better than Yangyang.

Crying all the way wasn’t part of the plan but the alcohol has loosened up your system. As if it couldn't get any worse, the little droplets sting your skin as you walk along the sidewalk, along the familiar path to the boys’ dormitory.

Yangyang arrives running with an umbrella and clutching his phone. His hair is wet from a shower, not the rain, and you remember how much he hates the rain. Shuhua must have texted him. It would be nice to have someone know where you are and when you need them, but this will do. Yangyang is more than enough.

Your voice chokes up before you even begin. "I’m sorry, it’s late."

Yangyang’s eyes soften and he rushes to you, his umbrella now over both of your heads and you cling to his shirt with shaking hands.

“I’m being dramatic, aren’t I?” you say, chuckling dryly.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “You always shoulder too much and then stress yourself out.”

The love you feel is so overwhelming, it makes you want to shut your eyes and curl into yourself. You are and have been in love with him for so long, but it’s a little late now. You can only cling onto him at your worst.

His hands are gentle when they sneak you into his room, like he’s done so many times before, and the fabric of his shirt is soft and reminiscent of your cotton days back in school. You’ve come a long way without realizing you have.

vi. corduroy

The inside of his room is warm. Much more calmed down now, you offer Yangyang a spark of a smile and he bites down his, as if trying to make it less obvious. Your feet dangle off the counter, the air cold against bare skin. His hoodie is warm though and it fits your frame perfectly.

"Unfortunately, all I have is vanilla ice cream."

He scours the fridge some more.

"That'll do," you answer, sniffing.

"Are you sure? I could ask Dejun for his secret snack stash. He's got some flaming hot Cheetos if you need a better reason to cry."

You shake your head, a smile poking at your lips. Yangyang takes out the ice cream complying and hands you the entire bucket.

"I know it's an emergency so you can have the whole thing. But don't eat too much at once or you'll get a bellyache."

"Thanks, Yangyang," you say hoarsely. "You're too good to me."

He shakes his head, dark eyebrows furrowed. "You're more than deserving."

A faint glow over his cheeks comes into your view under the dim kitchen lights. It takes you back to Yunho again, and his stupidly bright grin that made you doubt your own worth. You could give him the world and he'd pack it in a box and keep it aside to be forgotten and collect dust. He was always above you, older and wiser and smarter. You followed him like a lost puppy.

You tear up again, alarming Yangyang who takes a reflexive step towards you, thumbs wiping the tears from under your eyes.

"Oh god, I look so stupid. I'm crying over nothing."

"You do look stupid. But it's okay. It’s not nothing."

Yangyang's face is so close to yours, you want to hold it like he holds yours. You want to reciprocate that gentle touch of his even from clumsy, calloused fingers. If it were Yangyang, you might not have been crying. If it were him, it would've been a thousand times worse. You wouldn't be thinking of another man at all. You'd never be able to listen to the songs he’d introduced you to, or look at notes scribbled on paper napkins and old paper bills, or even beagle puppies at your local pet store.

“This isn’t even the worst of it,” you mutter.

“Oh?”

“We graduate next year, Yang. It’s not a good feeling.”

“Don’t you have like three FAANG internships under the belt already? You’ll be fine.”

“And you?”

“You have no faith in me, do you?”

You giggle. “You’re good at things, Yangyang. So many things.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely winning in the best friend department too. Wait, technically you’re winning since you have me.”

You laugh, shaking your head at his lax demeanor.

“We’ll go our separate ways next year,” you say, twiddling with your thumbs. It feels somewhat embarrassing to voice it out loud. “I… I don’t want to be alone.”

“You’ll always have the city,” he says, “wherever you go.”

You frown. That’s not the answer you wanted to hear.

“But… I hope I’ll be there too.”

He smiles awkwardly, exhaling too fast and looking away.

“Now, if I hog the kitchen, Taro will glare at me the whole morning,” he says quickly. “It’s not a comfortable feeling, let me tell you. He looks all harmless but when he’s mad he’s so passive-aggressive.”

You smile. “Alright. I hope your room isn’t as much of a mess as your hair is.”

Yangyang reaches to fix his hair, confused. “What’s wrong with my hair? I just dyed it, you know?”

“I can see that.”

Yangyang’s room is, in fact, more of a mess than he is. There’s clothes on the floor, his notebooks aren’t organized on his desk and you’re sure he doesn’t even have a working pen. His laptop is on the bed, along with an indistinct collection of chargers. The only thing that’s organized is his shoe rack, and somehow the inside of his closet, whose door is wide open.

“Sorry,” he says. “I was reorganizing.”

“Ah. This kind of suits you though.”

“You’re so mean. Here I am trying to get better but you just want to drag me back into the depths of despair.”

“Misery likes company.”

“Oh, right. Miss Prom Queen has a mental breakdown every other week. I think I’m better off actually.”

You punch his shoulder, laughing with him.

You sit cross-legged on his bed, the only corner that hasn’t been touched by whatever you’d call the opposite of the Midas touch. His blanket is soft and surprisingly doesn’t smell. You pull it closer to you.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asks, clearing the rest of the stuff on his bed.

“You know, the usual. Exam stress, assignments due, my ex is an asshole, social media sucks.”

And you. I want you near me all the time. I think of you when I’m happy, when I’m sad. I’m in love with you.

“Ah, sucks,” he says, hands busy with the quick cleaning. “You know you’re above all of that, right? But like, I can help you destroy your ex’s self-esteem if you want. I’ve been practicing my rap.”

You smack your forehead. “You are not doing rap battles with my ex, Yangyang.”

“Why not?” He crosses his arms, so offended.

You shake your head. “But you’re right. I am above them.”

“Hell yeah, pop off, queen.”

“It sounds weird when you say it out loud.”

“Okay, sorry.”

Your eyes wander, settling on the back of his door. There’s a wall hanger on the wooden door, and on it is a familiar piece of clothing. It's a corduroy jacket, the one you bought him in freshman year. You didn't realize so much would change in three years.

“Hey, (name),” Yangyang calls, sitting beside you on the bed with a little too much gusto. He hits the back of his head against the wall and yelps, your hand automatically reaching out to soothe the part.

“Anyway,” he says, “let’s ignore that.”

“Yeah, you’ve hit your head too many times for me to remember each time anyway..”

He rolls his eyes. “You were the one that used to fall off the swings and start bawling. And that was every day.”

You laugh at the memory. Nothing in the past ever seems painful. Maybe you’ll view all your college breakdowns with less anguish in the far future too. The thought cheers you up.

“I wish I was a kid again,” you say, smiling fondly at the little memories that pass you by. Somehow, Yangyang plucks each of them and puts himself in them.

“I don’t,” he says, chuckling. “You were so violent. Remember when you hit me because I rejected your marriage proposal? That hurt like a bitch.”

“You said you’d marry me first.”

“Gee, looks like you’ve always had a troubled love life, (name). Twice divorced by the same man.”

“I would never marry a wimp. You cried at the playground every day—and not even because you fell off the swing. And then you were a nerd in middle school. You were a slightly less awkward nerd in high school.”

He straightens, patting his biceps. “I’m buff now.”

You pat his shoulders with pity. “You will never be Dejun.”

He pouts. “And you’ll always have boy problems.”

You throw your head back, groaning. “I’m not getting into another roasting session with you. Let’s just call it a tie.”

“Speaking of which…”

You look at him and get a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. He has a feline smile yet there is some distance within his eyes, as though he’s thinking far ahead—the way he looks when he codes and solves particularly tough challenges. You like it. It’s like glancing through a telescope at stars.

"How about I choose your next guy for you?"

You curl your lips. “Hell, no. Ugh, you have straight boy taste in men.”

“That was the most offensive thing you could respond with, thanks.”

You miss his bed. Not this particular one. But the one you used to hang out on back in your city. You’ve made countless (terribly-shaped) tents on it, with the soft toys neatly arranged inside by Yangyang. You still get embarrassed when you think you actually played house with him. He’d started crying when you said you’d marry him, and you punched him for that.

You look at the corduroy jacket again. You got him several patches for it too, so now it’s as decorated as his laptop. From a Hello Kitty patch to a NASA one, it’s a mess of all the lovely things that remind you of Yangyang. (Though, you think you should've gotten him perfume instead. You’re glad he smells like fresh laundry now.) More than a jacket, the thing is a scrapbook. Jaemin said Yangyang scribbled some notes about you on the inside—but you’re not allowed to see. Now’s not the time to think about it though. There’s another memory hatching in your mind.

“Yangyang,” you call. “Are you still ticklish near your stomach?”

“What? No. What kind of a loser is ticklish ne—ahahaha! What the fuck, (name)?”

He wheezes, trying to get your hands away from him but you press on in quicker attacks. Finally getting a grip on your wrists, he pushes you down on the bed so you can’t move. It might look like a move with many flaws but he’s pretty adept at restricting your movement. It’s also the worst possible position to get caught in someone’s bedroom. Your ear tips feel singed.

"Get off, asshole."

"Make me, sweetheart."

You struggle but he’s using his whole body weight to pin you down. You knew you should’ve done some resistance training at the gym your roommate goes to.

“I could kick you where the sun doesn’t shine, you know?”

Yangyang opens his mouth, paling a bit. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Annoy me enough and I will.”

“But you were gonna be someone precious to my children.”

“Ew. I’m doing the world a favor by making sure there’s no mini-yous running around and wreaking havoc.”

“If anything, you’re the one with the wreaking havoc gene.”

There’s a pause, his eyes scouring your face. You get the vague smell of washed laundry again. The clothes he’s changed into seem a bit old and worn out, the blue of his T-shirt gone from a bright ocean blue to something of a sorry paint job in the questionable part of town. But you remember when he got it, in high school during the sports festival. He didn’t even win it—they were giving it out for free. The days felt so carefree back then. You wonder if you’d said anything about these late-blooming feelings of yours if you’d realized in middle school or even high school. You wonder if he’d take you seriously.

"If we weren't best friends, would you fall in love with me?" He says all of a sudden, voice quiet.

You fell in love with him regardless.

“What?” You gulp back your surprise. “Is- Is that your way of annoying me?”

“No. Genuine question.”

Really, fuck Yangyang and his honey brown eyes.

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

Yangyang hums. “Well, you sure you don’t want me to get you a new guy? I’ve got the perfect candidate.”

“Yangyang, don’t be an idiot..”

"Oh come on, now. He's cute and handsome and perfect actually. He's also funny and smart. Okay, not that smart but mostly smart—"

"Yangyang, I swear to god if you don't drop this stupid new expedition of yours."

"I am one hundred percent sure you'd like him."

You roll your eyes. "Oh? Who is this seemingly perfect guy I've been missing my whole life?"

"Me."

You blink, eyes widening at the seriousness of his tone. His lips part slightly and his eyes are relaxed with soft strands falling over them, almost as if he knows, knows how much you like him.

"You're- you're- don't mess around, Yangyang. We're a little too old—"

"Too old for what? I'm in love with you."

“Yangyang,” you whisper, eyes widening.

“I want to kiss you against the wall so bad right now.”

Before you know it, you’ve pulled him by the collar into a searing kiss. Your fingers run through his hair, soft and long, while his hands balance his frame over you. Soon, he is kissing you against the wall, fingers interlocked and hands beside your head. You think you’re dreaming at first—a nasty, embarrassing, way too pleasurable dream.

But then he pulls apart and looks at you with the gentlest of smiles.

“I love you,” you blurt before you can think it through. You don’t think either of you have ever said that as best friends. It’s funny that you’ll say it for the first time as lovers.

He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Ew,” you exclaim.

“You’re not allowed to say that, you like—no, love me.”

You feel a rush of heat to your face. Though, from Yangyang’s cherry red cheeks, you assume you’re not the only one.

“You’re just somehow desirable to me.” You roll your eyes.

He grins at you. “Maybe another kiss will make you forget your stupid big words.”

“You think desirable is a big word? I am so—mm.”

Yangyang cuts off your declaration of disappointment with another kiss, and you melt right in much to your dismay. Whatever restraint you had left has been frayed throughout.

vii. lace

“Hey, Yang?”

“What did you write inside the jacket?”

“Oh, the stupid jacket?”

“It’s not stupid!”

Yangyang chuckles. His arms are around your waist and he’s barely awake but he never takes his eyes away from you.

“Wait, is that a grocery list?”

“Uhh.”

You glare at him.

“Only on the sleeves because I kept forgetting! The rest is all the stuff you keep mentioning, makeup and squishmallows and notebooks. You know, when I’m the next Zuck—not as creepy and robotic though—I can buy you everything you like.”

Your heart skips a beat before it can beat steady. You laugh, trying to ignore the warmth blooming under your skin. “You need a job first, Yang.”

“Oh, right, I applied and got into all the companies you got in.”

You stare at him. “You never tell me anything!”

“Surprise!” He says, a boyish half smile following.

You press your lips together. Even if he were to go somewhere far, you believe that it wouldn’t change much. With Yangyang, you’re up for new things and new experiences and new love. Your best friend may not be the brightest when it comes to some things (choosing perfume, choosing male bachelors, cooking just about anything other than rice), but he’s the Polaris to you. You’re sure now that you will be looking back at all of this without ever remembering the worries and pain in the distant future. (Maybe, just maybe Yangyang will do the same.)

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weyzene · 2 years

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Our Little Family

(Request)

Description: Idol Qian Kun x foreigner reader (lightly implied)

Summary: You and Kun are expecting your first child and are excited about expanding your family

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.08k

A/N: This one was going to be longer, but I kinda had to rush it to make more time for my other works. Also, I probably missed some of the requests for this work, but I honestly tried my best and hope you like it 😅)

The sound of seven men noisily entering the room startled you out of your peaceful cooking, but you weren’t bothered by it. You were more than happy to hear the excited yelling because that meant your fiancé and his members were finally back from practice.

“I smell food! Is that (y/n)?!” Hendery hollered from the front door.

“What?!!” The voice that you longed to hear all day echoed throughout the dorm. Within a few seconds, Kun came bustling forward with six of his members trailing behind him. He immediately frowned when he saw you cooking at the stove. “Honey, what are you doing?!” He plucked the spatula out of your hands.

You rolled your eyes. “Nice to see you, too, babe.”

Kun ignored your greeting and continued fussing over you. “Why are you cooking? You should’ve told me you were going to make dinner. I could have done it. You should sit down and rest.”

You gently pushed Kun away. “Sweetheart, I’m only five months pregnant. She’s not coming out for a while. I’m not useless yet.”

Kun’s ears noticeably turned red in embarrassment. “(Y/n), t-that’s not what I- .”

“My god, Kun-ge!” Ten swiftly was at your side. “I can’t believe you’d tell your fiancé that!” He suddenly whispered to you in English. “Don’t worry, I got your back.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks,” you humored him.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Kun sighed. He held the sides of your tummy and kissed your cheek. “How are you, love? Have you been feeling any sickness? Are you eating and drinking okay?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’m fine. Your mom’s been a huge help, too. She calls to check up on me regularly.”

“Good,” Kun nodded. “I’m sorry I can’t be around much often.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. How was practice?”

“It went well. We got quite a bit done today. It shouldn’t be long before we get the whole routine down.”

“(Y/n), your fiancé dirtied my really expensive shoes,” Yangyang pouted.

Kun rolled his eyes. “I said I was sorry. Besides, you have dozens of other pairs, some of which you’ve already creased, might I add.” Kun turned to the stove to pick up where you left off cooking.

All of a sudden, you heard scamping down the hallway as three little animals eagerly dashed into the room.

“There’s my little babies!” Ten cried as Louis and Leon started rubbing against his legs.

Xiaojun picked up Bella as she happily wagged her tail. “Aiya, where have they been all day?”

“They’ve been napping for a while now,” you explained. “Although, this one,” you affectionately scratched Bella behind the ears. “Kept laying on my lap all day.”

Xiaojun smiled. “She knows you’re going to be a mommy soon.”

“How’s the baby, by the way?” Winwin asked.

“Good,” you nodded, placing a hand on your abdomen. “Doctor said there were no problems at the last checkup. She and I have just been chilling all day.”

“I can’t wait to be the favorite uncle,” Yangyang sighed dreamily.

Lucas shot Yangyang a look. “Who said you were going to be the favorite?”

“Why wouldn’t it be me?” Yangyang shot back.

“Ladies, stop fighting,” Ten butted in. “It’s obviously going to be me. We’re gonna wear matching clothes and I’m gonna spoil the shit out of her.”

“Clearly I will be the best!” Hendery declared and just like that all six members started bickering amongst each other.

“They’re all excited to look after our little angel, but it seems like we’ll have seven little kids running around soon,” Kun sighed amidst the ruckus.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Hey, remember that you wanted this.”

Kun smiled back at you. “I know. And I’m very happy we’re starting our beautiful little family.” Kun’s brows furrowed as soon as your face dropped into a frown half way through his sentence. “What’s wrong?”

You put your hand over the area of your stomach where you felt a slight tickle. “She’s kicking right now.”

Kun’s eyes widened and soon silence fell in the room. “I wanna feel!” Ten suddenly shouted.

“No, me first!” Xiaojun enthusiastically said.

“And why do you get to go first?” Ten glared.

“Because I’m younger than you!”

“Then by that logic, I should go first!” Yangyang argued.

“Hey,” Kun’s voice cut above the others. “Since I’m the father I think I should feel first.” Truth be told, your baby started kicking almost two weeks ago, but every time she did so Kun was never really around and was really disappointed each time he missed it.

You beckoned Kun over. “Babe, come feel.”

Kun eagerly put the stove on simmer and bent down to your stomach, cautiously putting his hand over your stomach, trying to get a feel of any movement.

You giggled and put your hand over Kun’s and moved it over the right area. You felt another tickle and watched as Kun’s eyes lit up. His eyes practically sparkled when they met yours. “That’s our little girl,” he smiled. You realized now his eyes looked like they were sparkling because he was on the verge of tears.

You smiled back at him and held his face in your hands. “I know.” The reality that you and Kun were finally starting the next chapter of your lives and expanding your family like how you’ve been talking about for years really made you emotional and soon you felt your cheeks get wet.

“Wh- hey! (Y/n), don’t cry!” Winwin panicked.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, knowing damn well the only reason why you were crying so hard is because of your hormones. “I just love you guys so much and I- I’m so happy to be starting this family with you all. I know you guys are going to be an amazing father and uncles and I just…” you choked out between sobs. “I just love this family we have. Thank you guys for being apart of this experience with me.”

“Honey…” Kun stood up and wiped your tears away, immediately embracing you in a warm and heartfelt hug.

“That’s so sweet…” Hendery sighed. “I think I’m gonna cry, too!” He threw himself forward and embraced you and Kun.

“Me too!” Lucas surged forward and wrapped his arms around all three of you.

In the next instant you were being suffocated in a hug by seven men, but that was perfectly okay with you. Nothing could ever be more perfect in your life than this moment right now.

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jaemsun00 · 3 years

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NCT Mark + 00Line When you come home drunk and horny

This is mature content, not much graphic details though. Read at your own risk :)

- MARK

As soon as he heard your going out on a girls night, he was planning ahead. He has dealt with your drunk ass to many times to count. So it was no surprise when you came home giggling over absolutely nothing. Mark thanked your friend who acted as the mother tonight, taking you out of her hands. “Good luck with her” she nodded before going back to the car with some more drunk girls.

“Mark!” You shouted, right in his ear at that. “Hi. Quite your voice down please” he whispered, worried you would wake his house mates up. Which you did but... “I missed you. So so much” your words were jumbled but it still made some sense.

“You saw me less than three hours ag- what are you doing” his voice was now high pitched as your hand traveled down south. “I missed you” Mark has never dealt with you like this, usually you would come home and pass out, this has never happened.

“Okay yeah Uh your hand is” he still held onto you as you placed your right hand right where a certain something was growing. “You missed me too” you chuckle to yourself but Mark awkwardly pushes you away.

“Your drunk. Let’s go clean you up” he nodded to the stairs but you scoff. “Let’s go to the couch and do something else” you sing out, strolling your way towards the grey sofa you helped pick out a few months prior. “No baby, come on” he grabbed onto your arm to pull you gently.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” Your straightforwardness made Marks eyes widen, a bit to wide actually. “Your being-“ “why not?” You whine, flinging your arms around like a child. “Your drunk and I’m not taking advantage of your state” “but I’m asking you” Mark sighed before grabbing at your arm again. “I don’t care, come on let’s get you cleaned up” once he finally had you walking semi straight, he let out a loud sigh.

- RENJUN

You were bored, and your boredom led to you drinking almost a whole wine bottle in a span of an hour. Renjun was late home so you just kept drinking. wine and you never really got along, You being a light weight and all. As soon as you heard your code being put in, you got excited. Fixing your posture as you heard his shoes being kicked off.

“I’m home” he sung out, words quickly seized as he saw the way you were lying on the couch. “Hi” he smiled, ridding of his jacket as he also got excited. That until he saw the half empty wine bottle on the little table beside you. “Hiiii” you wave seductively at him, your legs opening a bit more to show him what exactly he was missing.

“Yeah Hi. Your drunk?” He stood tall, the excitement leaving his body as he knew he can’t do anything with you in this state. “What makes you think that?” You whine, completely not in the right state to even be awake right now.

“The bottle, not to mention the red mark around your lips. I’m gonna go for a shower” he sighed, picking his jacket back up and start his mission to the bathroom. “I’ll come just a- ow” your cry made him turn back to you. You’ve fallen of the couch.

“No your not. Come on let’s go get your teeth brushed” he held out a hand for you to take but instead you slapped it away. “If I can’t shower with you what’s the point in getting up” “your being a child, you’ll feel better in the morning”

- JENO

“Your girl is getting a little... too handsy don’t you think?” Jaemin nodded towards a drunk you, who kept your hands all over your boyfriend. Jeno nodded, removing your hand form his crotch. “Welcome to the world of a drunk ____” he joked before turning to kiss your lips like you whispered for him to, among other things of course

Jaemin just nodded, clearly uncomfortable with you feeling up his friend right infront of him. “I think we might head home” Jeno stood up, a hand on your back as you followed. “Yeah yeah let’s go home” all the people at the table looked towards you two with knowing eyes. Jeno shook his head “sleeping, we are going home to sleep” he said turning to look down at you who was wearing a pout.

“Sleep? Ooo you wanna do it in the car??” You ask eagerly, already ridding of your -Jenos- jacket. “No no. Come on” he grabbed both your wrist to stop your wondering hands which knew their way to the place you wanted.

Jeno reckons this car ride was the hardest. Your hand rubbing along his crotch every other second. You trying to nibble on his neck, it was far to distracting.

Finally pulling up at the apartment complex, he grabbed your hand. “If your not to bad tomorrow we will begin this” he pointed between you two before unlocking the car doors. “I’ll come around, stay there”

- HAECHAN

“Your girlfriends drunk”

“Of course she is. So your gonna let her stay at your house right?” Haechan was joking, well your best friend hoped he was. “Your hilarious, come and get her” she snapped the last part, Haechan sighed hearing your drunk calls for another of your friends. “I reckon it’s your turn to babysit. Thank you” “if your not hear in 5 fucking minutes, lee Hacehan. I promis-“ “okay okay. I’ll be there”

He kept to his word, being there in amount of 3 minutes thanks to the club being close and the traffic was short. “Where is the drunk lady” he pulled up, three of your friends held you back from vomiting your guts up. “I don’t own her” Hacehan shook his head as he saw you, but he still got out to help you.

“Hiya baby” you mumble, grabbing at his cheeks to squish them. “Mmm your hair is wet, why?” He asked ruffling your drenched hair. “Girly thought it was fun to have a water fight with herself in the bathroom” your best friend spoke up, patting Haechan on the back before bidding a goodbye.

“You wanna know what else is wet?” You whispered into his ear making him almost chock on nothing. “Your scalp” he smiled before helping you to the passenger side of his car. “Nope lower” Haechan closed his eyes as he finally got you to sit properly on the seat.

“Well that’s sounds like a you problem” he smiled, leaning over to grab at your seatbelt. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, knowing how that usually gets him going. “If it’s a me problem, I might aswell fix it right now” you smile once he plugs you in.

Hacehan shook his head. “Your to drunk sweetie. You won’t even know where anything is” he joked before hoping into his side. “I don’t like you like this. Where is the other Hacehan? The one who will gladly touch me?” The boy nodded, with a smile.

“He is still here. But he can’t exactly- do what you want right now. Tomorrow night is a different story though”

- JAEMIN

Jaemin sat on the couch, ignoring your calls of his name. It’s been two hours since you yelled at him for waking you up early. An hour since you decided to down three vodka drinks. Twenty minutes since you begged for him. But he has ignored you, even though it was hard.

“Jaemin” you whined walking into the living room to see him. “Your ignoring me! I did nothing” he could hear the pout in your voice but didn’t dare to look at you, knowing he would give in if he saw it.

“Fine I’ll just go blow Jeno or-“

“Excuse me?” His head snapped up, seeing your red cheeked self. It was clear you had a little bit to much for your body. “Oh so that’s how I get your attention?” You chuckle, nodding as if you did something good.

“You don’t like the idea of my mouth around-“ Jaemin coughed to cut your words short. “Your being silly. Go drink some water” he nodded towards the kitchen, acting as if your words were not bothering him.

He hated you drunk, mainly because of this reason. You being the horny person that you are, and he can’t do anything because of obvious reasons.

“I don’t want to have water in my mouth, I much rather... some thing better” your eyed his crotch, licking your lips a bit to obviously. Jaemin scoffed, standing to his feet. Surely he was still a bit mad at you for earlier. But gosh you were so dang cute right now.

“As much as that sounds very exciting, baby. I would rather you suck me off when you know what to do”

- YANGYANG

All YangYang wanted was to go to sleep, not be driving over to your place and handle a drunk you. “Why’d you drink?” He whined once he saw the bottles scattered across your table. “I got fired” you shrug as if you weren’t crying over it for the last three hours. Yangyang’s eyes went wide when he heard that.

“What? Fired? Why?” He asked all at once, coming to stand beside you as you sniffled a bit. “Someone better. I don’t know he is a stupid boss anyways” you mumble the last part, YangYang patted your back as you downed another little bit of your drink.

“So you spent your money on alcohol? Baby that-“ “I called you for a reason you know?” Your boyfriend nodded, surely he thought you called him for support, to get your mind of the events that you just went through.

Well how wrong was he. Cause now he was pinned down on your couch with you straddling him. “We cannot do this” he smiled trying to push you off his thighs but you pushed him away. “I want to. It’s okay” you smile drunkily at him and it makes him sigh.

“I would love to but baby, I don’t think right now is a good time for this” ignoring his words you lean in for a kiss again but he moves his head so your lips collide with his cheek instead. “We can do this any other time”

“But I want it now!! Oh come on I know you do to” you grind a bit on the growing tent inside of his pants. Groaning a bit YangYang sat up half way. “Please not tonight. When we have sex I want you to remember every detail, okay?”

Giving up you roll off his lop, sitting beside his legs instead. “I want another drink” “no no. No more”

- SHOTARO

“Babbbyyy” you scream through your apartment. Hoping the boy you need right now is here. “Shotaro?” You try again, walking into your bedroom to see a small light shining up the room. Shotaro laid comfortably on your bed, blankets pulled to his chest as he watched a drama with his AirPods in.

Shotaro saw the silhouette of your body before pausing his episode. “Hi your back?” He smiled brightly at you. Switching on the light, you strode closer towards him.

The poor boy had no clue what was about to hit him, thinking you looked as normal as you usually do. That until you started sexily climbing up the bed. Hands on his legs as they got closer and closer.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled nervously, moving his legs underneath your hold. “I want you” you spit out making Shotaro drop his phone on his face, he forgot he still held it above his head.

“Your drunk?” He finally put two and two together, after smelling it once you got close. “Not drunk enough. So let’s get you ready” you sing out, handing pressing down on his sensitive area. “I’m uh. No” he stumbled among his words.

Of course he wanted your mouth around him but you clearly weren’t in a state of mind right now, probably about to pass out as soon as you got him out of his sweat pants.

“No? Why not?” Shotaro sat up, grabbing your hand to hold. “You need sleep, baby” he raised an eyebrow at your scoff. “Sleep is overrated. But you know head isn’t over-“ “baby. Please” he begged with his eyes that made you scrunch up your nose. “You always get what you want. It’s annoying” you whine before falling to lay beside him. Minutes later and you were passed out just as Shotaro expected.

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holy-hyuck · 3 years

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WayV Reaction: They See You Wearing Their Clothes

Kun

"Are you cold?" Kun asked as he took a seat next to you on the couch. You shrugged, half-wanting to say yes, but not wanting to trouble him. "Xiaojun, can you get (y/n) one of my hoodies?" he asked the younger male when he saw him going up the stairs.

Xiaojun nodded his head and motioned for you to follow him. In their room, he threw the three hoodies Kun owned on his bed and let you pick. One was a poop-coloured, oversized one, another a mix between red and pink, but you finally decided on a thick minty one, the one you gave him on his birthday this year. You pulled it over your head and made your way down the stairs once you realised Xiaojun went to take a shower.

You stopped in front of the TV, hands in the pockets of your boyfriend's attire, and it didn't take long before you felt his arms sneak around you. After giving you a kiss to your temple, he put his chin on your shoulder, breathing in his cologne mixed with your perfume.

"I'm so stupidly in love with you."

The words tumbled out of his lips simply, without much thought, but you both knew how sincere they were.

Ten

"Can I borrow your suit?" Your voice rang through the small apartment you shared with Ten. He made a face, looking away from his phone.

"Okay?" he yelled back, deciding that maybe not asking further questions was in his best interest.

Half an hour passed before he heard your footsteps coming into the living room. Looking up from his phone again, all he could mutter out was a 'wow'.

"I told you I'm going to that Halloween party with my coworkers! So, how do I look?"

With a stupid grin on his face, Ten stood up from the couch and walked around you twice, eventually back-hugging you.

"Stunning." He gave you a kiss on the temple. "As always," he whispered in your ear. "I'm kinda digging this, you know? Who knew Frankenstein could be so hot."

And then, he had to hold your laughing form before you managed to collapse to the ground, stuttering his words back to him, causing him to roll his eyes. Maybe he should have stuck to the 'wow'.

WinWin / Sicheng

WinWin never thought it would get to him as much as it did. Most of the times the two of you spent were with the other boys, the perfect opportunity to offer you his clothes being a movie night but he didn’t want to get teased by them.

The two of you were walking back from shopping, the weather not quite as nice as it was before. The wind picked up and you still had over twenty minutes to walk back to your house, and even more to the dorms.

Shivering involuntarily, you wrapped your arms around yourself to keep the cold away, but needless to say, haven’t succeeded.

With the wind blocking out some sounds, you didn’t hear the commotion next to you. Plus, Taeyong was trying to be subtle about it - that, however, wasn’t a problem with Donghyuck.

“Yah, Sicheng, aren’t you going to give (y/n) your jacket or something? You know, like a sweet boyfriend would,” he said, a hint of teasing present, as per usual.

Blushing, your boyfriend took off his hoodie, revealing a jumper underneath (so you knew he wouldn’t be that cold himself), and passed it over to you, without looking at you. You thanked him, putting it on, instantly feeling warmer. Sicheng wouldn’t look at you (besides the subtle glances) or speak to you until you arrived at your house, you promptly giving him his clothing back, and seeing how he reacted, you made a mental note to yourself to always try bringing a spare jacket with you when you two went out.

Lucas / Yukhei

You heard Yukhei before you saw him, sauntering into your apartment just as you finished up the dinner for your date.

"Look what I got you!" he exclaimed, fishing through all four of the shopping bags before digging up a bright pink jumper, at least two sizes too big for you.

You wanted to tell him that until he got a similar one out, only in your size.

"Matching jumpers! Well, kinda. I got them in the men's section because the material is thicker and I thought; why not? Try it on!"

He was so excited you couldn't make him wait, so you took off your shirt, leaving you only in a tank top, and scrambled to put the jumper on. It fit you perfectly, albeit the sleeves were puffed out slightly, but you reckoned that was just the design. You liked oversized things anyway.

Yukhei beamed, enveloping you in a hug that nearly made you suffocate.

"You're literally perfect. I can't believe how lucky I am."

Xiaojun / Dejun

You visited your boyfriend on the set for their new music video. He just finished getting his hair done when he saw you in the mirror, getting up to give you a hug and greet you. He scooped you up and spun you around.

"No need to rub it in!" You both laughed at Kun's words, who passed by and gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving to film his solo scene. You watched his dark grey hair disappear, then came up to the clothing rack, fiddling with some clothes.

"So, do you like, get to keep any of these?" you asked, picking up a beret.

"Well, not exactly. But I do get to wear them on other sets and variety shows," he answered, giving you a back hug.

You hummed in response, spinning around and thus breaking yourself out of Dejun's hold. You put the beret on your head and posed for him.

"So, how do I look? Ready to debut in a group?"

Your boyfriend watched you, half with heart-eyes and half-amused.

"How do you look better in that than me?"

You laughed, taking the hat off and gently placing it back to its original place. "One of my many charms, Jun."

Hendery / Kunhang

"We're live in five!" You heard and fastened the button on your shirt. Well, Hendery's shirt, to be exact, but he stole your leftovers last week so you figured it was time for payback.

"(Y/n)!" You turned around and spotted the aforementioned running towards you.

"Hendery? What are you doing here? I'll be live in a few," you said in a hushed whisper.

"I wanted to bring you this." He lifted the small gold pin and grinned at you. It was your lucky charm. He pinned it to your blouse, then took the collar between his fingers with scrunched eyebrows. "Is that... Is that my shirt? I've been looking for it the whole weekend."

You grinned at him sheepishly. "But I look cute, don't I?"

He sighed, his mouth stretching into an involuntary smile. He planted a kiss on your forehead. "I guess you do."

YangYang

Along with some of your mutual friends, YangYang and you went to bonfire night. As the evening turned into night, and most of the people went home, you and your boyfriend decided to stay behind. The night was still, but the temperature has dropped significantly; thankfully, you came prepared.

Pulling a thick cardigan out of your bag, you were ready to be engulfed by its warmth, when YangYang stopped you in your tracks.

"Wait." He began digging in his backpack and pulled out a bright red sweatshirt, the same one he was wearing, and motioned for you to put your arms up. When you did, he pulled the piece of clothing over your head. "There."

Then, he snuggled up to you, leaving you confused as to what just happened.

"I've had that sweatshirt in my bag for two weeks now, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Apparently, you never get cold."

You snickered at his words, dropping the cardigan on the sand and placing your head on his shoulder, enjoying the night air, and the smell of YangYang's cologne on you.

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saturnznct · 3 years

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your daughter is sick | qian kun

➸ request from anon; hello, i just recently read your parents imagines and they are all so cute! could you maybe do some with fluff doyoung or kun as parent when their child is sick or upset

➸ note; so,,,,, i am so sorry for the inactivity recently. i’ve had end of year exams at school (which determine whether or not i get to stay on the course) and i’ve had some bad news about my dogs health etc. my exams are over now, so i should hopefully be able to write more often! thank you all very much for always being so patient and understanding! hope you like this! apologies if it is a bit short

➸ word count; 1126 words

➸ liwei; aged 3

nct masterlist

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‘She’s sick?’ Kun echoes your words down the phone, eyebrows knitted together, mouth open in surprise, ‘she seemed ok when I kissed her goodbye this morning.’

‘I know, it just came out of nowhere,’ you run your hands through your hair, ‘after you left, she refused to eat her breakfast and now she’s curled up in bed with a temperature and a cough. Is it possible for you to come home? She really wants her daddy.’

‘I’ll see if I can. My poor girl. I’ll call you back.’

Kun absolutely hated it when his daughter was unwell. Li-wei was his only child, his angel. You saw it in their relationship, Li-wei was 100% a daddy’s girl. As soon as she began feeling even slightly sick, she had whined and begged for Kun.

Kun’s hand fell down his face, until it was resting on his chin, as he thought about the next thing to do.

He left the bathroom in search of the members, who he imagined were still in the dance studio stretching or scrolling on their phones.

‘I’ve got to go home,’ he announces loudly, already beginning to gather his jacket and other things together.

‘What, why?’ Hendery asks.

‘Is everything ok?’ Xiaojun adds, eyebrows knitted together in concern.

‘Li-wei is really unwell.. she’s apparently asking for me.’

‘Oh I get it,’ Yangyang nods, ‘Julia is so whiny when she’s sick.’

‘Kyla is exactly the same,’ Ten grumbles, ‘and I mean Charlie couldn’t give less of a shit about me when she’s sick, but-‘

‘Bye!’ Kun yells, quickly pulling open the door and practically slamming it in his haste.

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Kun drives home as quickly as possible. It’s past rush hour, so there is hardly any traffic around, making it easy to get home.

‘Baby? Li-wei?’ He calls out gently, worried that either one of you could be asleep.

‘We’re in here,’ he hears you from your bedroom.

When Kun enters the room, the two of you are curled up in the middle of your kingsized bed, Li-wei hardly visible under a mountain of tissues and a sippy cup.

‘Daddy,’ Li-wei mumbles when she spots him in the doorway.

She holds her arms up weakly, indirectly asking for cuddles from him.

Kun drops his bag on the floor, tugging his hoodie off. He pouts and sighs, crawling onto your bed and pulling his three year old into his arms.

‘I’m here now,’ he strokes her hair, kissing her cheek.

From where you were just laying on your back, you shuffle so that you’re laying on your side, looking at Kun.

’Thank you for coming home,’ you whisper, ‘I hope they weren’t mad you had to leave.’

‘Nah, they didn’t mind. I think they understood, to be honest.’

Your heart melts at the sight of Li-wei, pink nosed and clinging to Kun’s shirt.

‘How are you feeling angel?’ Kun’s heart breaks at the sight of his little girl’s discomfort.

‘My nose is… stuff.’

‘Your nose is stuffy?’

The small girl nods, ‘And it’s hot. The back of my mouth… hurts.’

‘Ah my poor baby,’ Kun kisses the side of her head multiple times, ‘has Mama given you some medicine?’

Li-wei just nods, fiddling with the ear of her toy elephant.

‘She didn’t enjoy it very much,’ you half grumble, and Kun can imagine the fight it was to convince her to take the strawberry flavoured liquid.

‘I can imagine,’ Kun laughs dryly, picturing your struggle.

’Tasted icky,’ Li-wei weighs in, ‘Mama said strawberry. It was not strawberry.’

‘It was strawberry flavoured!’ You splutter, ‘I didn’t lie!’

‘Mummy/mommy is just terrible, isn’t she?’ Kun says in an attempt to tease you, and you deliver a soft kick to his shin. Kun just laughs, continuing to stroke Li-wei’s hair.

Li-wei has no reaction, which is out of character for her, since she usually giggles.

‘You’re really unwell, aren’t you?’ Kun glowered, a dull pain settling in his chest at the sight of his poor daughter.

Li-wei sniffs and nods weakly, ‘sick.’

‘I know sweetheart… Is there anything you want? We can watch a movie?’

‘I wanna nap,’ she mumbles, shifting her head around on Kun’s chest to get more comfortable.

’As you wish princess.’

Kun gets comfortable himself, slinging his arms as far as he can physically reach around you both.

‘Goodnight my loves.’

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Li-wei wakes up about two and a half hours later in a cold sweat. She had shook Kun awake, nose running and eyes watering.

‘Are you alright?’ Kun had asked, half asleep.

‘I’m too hot,’ she complains, ‘I’m sweating.’

‘Okay sweetheart, do you want me to get you a drink?’

’Yeah,’ Li-wei croaks, throat obviously dry.

‘Ok my angel, I’ll be right back.’

Kun makes the water as quickly as physically possible, coming back and giving it to Li-wei. She gulps it down in copious amounts, putting down the cup with a loud sigh.

’Is that a bit better?’

‘A bit,’ she mumbles, ’it’s too hot here.’

‘Do you wanna go sleep in your bed?’ Kun asks, knowing it could be a lot cooler in there.

‘Will you come with?’

‘I’ll have to see if I can fit, but I’ll try,’ Kun chuckles, ‘come on my baby, let’s carry you to your own bed.’

Kun carries Li-wei into her bedroom, gently placing her in her bed.

‘Let’s get some fresh pyjamas,’ Kun suggests, ‘get those sweaty ones off.’

He opens her pyjama drawer, pulling out some plain white and yellow ones. The shirt was short sleeved and the bottoms only reached the knees.

Kun helped Li-wei change into the fresher pyjamas, and she lays back down on her back, getting into a comfortable position to sleep.

‘Don’t leave,’ she mumbles, ‘I don’t want to be by myself.’

‘Ok Li,’ he curls up beside her, but at a distance to not bombard her with even more body heat.

When you woke up, you were extremely confused, wondering where your husband and daughter had disappeared to.

You initially checked in the living room, thinking that maybe they had gone to watch TV as to not wake you up. When you realised the room was empty, you call Kun’s name, but to no avail.

You venture back up the stairs, poking your head around Li-wei’s bedroom door. And that’s when you saw them, curled up together. You can hear Li-wei’s whistling breathing through her stuffy nose.

Kun is also fast asleep, looking possibly the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him, likely knackered from the weeks on end of practice.

Seeing no room to lie down for yourself, you reluctantly tiptoe out of the room, going downstairs to prepare chicken soup for the both of them, as Kun will inevitably fall sick too. But you know he doesn’t mind.

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tyonfs · 4 years

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game on.

❝ you play your games, and i’ll play mine. ❞

PAIRING ▸ liu yangyang x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, friends to lovers, some fluff and crack

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, hendery being oblivious as fuck, dirty talk, smut, oral sex, some aftercare

SUMMARY ▸ the lines have always been blurred between you and yangyang. you, fed up with your best friend being an absolute boy and gaming away his problems, decided to take matters into your own hands.

WORD COUNT ▸ 3238 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello! i impulsively wrote this so consider this my contribution for yangyang day ♡ i hope you guys enjoy !!

YOU WERE PISSED.

It wasn’t like you were expecting much. You just wanted to spend the evening with your best friend on the one day you both had time to hang out, but he clearly had other plans. YangYang had been playing video games all day while you were just sitting on his bed and watching him like an idiot. You rolled your eyes, going through your phone for about the umpteenth time as you listened to him yell commands at Hendery.

“Go mid, go mid!” he shouted into his mic, furiously clicking his mouse and tapping keys in tune with his command.

You finally gave up and walked over to him, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. “YangYang,” you called with a frown. “We were supposed to watch a movie tonight.”

YangYang, startled, took off his headphones for a moment to peer up at you. “What did you say? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

You despised the gentleness of his tone. YangYang was definitely sweet by nature and had good intentions (save for his wild streak), but sometimes he was simply insensitive and ignorant of his actions. You wondered if he knew how annoying it was for you to have to sit on his bed for over an hour just to be ignored. It didn’t exactly help that you had the biggest crush on him and overanalyzed every single word and action.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Fine, YangYang. Keep playing your silly game,” you snapped and went back to his bed with a scowl. “I’ll just sit here and do nothing.”

YangYang seemed to realize that he had been neglecting you, so he mumbled a curt apology to Hendery into his mic and paused his game. It sounded as if Hendery was whining, but YangYang turned off his mic and put his headset down. He got up and walked over to you, sitting at the edge of his bed where you were curled up.

He raised a brow at you. “Happy?”

That tone of his just pissed you off even more.

“You can go back to playing your game if that’s what you want,” you mumbled, clearly jealous that he was prioritizing his game over you.

“I want to spend time with you.” YangYang slid his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry for gaming while you were over.”

You let yourself be vulnerable and crumble for a moment, but then you ducked your head so he couldn’t see, mumbling, “I’ve been waiting here like an idiot.”

“Hug?” he offered, hoping it would make up for his wrongdoings.

You pursed your lips. You refused to give in so easily, especially when it came to Liu YangYang. He had a knack for getting what he wanted with a simple flash of that dazzling grin. In short, you were tired of having to wait for him.

You weren’t sure if that meant wait for him to hang out with you or notice your feelings for him, but both answers seemed to align well.

The lines had always been blurred between you two. It had gotten to the point where even his friends didn’t believe him when he would say he wasn’t dating you. Maybe what gave it away was the way you both would hug for a little too long, or the lingering stares, or maybe even the way he’d hold your hand when he didn’t have to.

However, whenever the topic of dating arose, you’d either shy away from the conversation or change the topic quickly.

“No.” You stood up, dragging him up by the arm and over to his gaming setup. You sat him down in his chair and slung a leg around his thigh, sliding onto his lap. “You keep playing.”

YangYang seemed to stiffen up as you straddled him, tucking your head into his shoulder. He kept you close to him, though, and placed a hesitant hand on the small of your back. You could hear him swallow thickly as he put his headphones back on and rejoined his game. He didn’t question your command, but you could tell he was much more jittery.

You turned your head a little. You could see the blush on his face and the tension in his jaw.

You scooted up further into his lap, noting how he froze as you did. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and although the two of you were practically cuddling, it felt odd with Hendery’s voice coming from YangYang’s headphones.

“Dude, where were you?” Hendery asked. “The enemy team nearly got your turret.”

“Sorry about that,” YangYang apologized, looking like a bundle of nerves, which was something you hadn’t seen before. You shifted slightly and YangYang quickly turned off his mic before cursing under his breath. “D-don’t do that.”

You stilled. YangYang just stammered, and you swore you could hear his breath hitch. A devious part of you wanted to take this further and see where it would go.

“Don’t do what?” you asked innocently, adjusting your position subtly.

There it was.

YangYang’s hard-on pressing into your thigh. The bulge from his grey sweatpants was so obvious, and it sent butterflies to your stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from exhaling sharply into YangYang’s neck, making his erection grow and your head spin.

“That,” he grunted out, hand coming back from the keyboard to hold your lower back again.

“You seem to be enjoying it,” you observed, biting your lip as you felt him twitch under you.

Your best friend clearly didn’t want to push you, but he was enticed, and it made your heart race. “You mean… you want to?” he asked slowly.

“Yeah,” you said, hiding your face so you didn’t have to meet his eyes. This was all you’ve ever wanted, of course, but you still wanted pay-back for being neglected. “Keep playing your game.”

YangYang continued playing, although you noticed the slight shift. There was a tremor in his hands and he was very unsure about his hand placement every time he came back to hold your back. Although, you underestimated his confidence because when you were least expecting it, he bucked his hips up against yours.

You bit back a mewl, one hand gripping his shoulder tightly as his movements became repetitive. You weren’t looking at him but you knew YangYang was smug, trying to get a response out of you. You arched your hips off of his lap and he grabbed your waist, pushing you back down, right onto his rock-hard boner.

YangYang bit your earlobe as his hot breath fanned the side of your neck. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep quiet, but it was impossible when he was rolling hips up against yours. You could almost picture the smirk on his face.

You whimpered out softly, dangerously close to his mic. Initially, you didn’t mind, only thinking about his reaction to your sounds, until you realized the worst had happened. Fear shot down your spine as you straightened up quickly.

His mic was on.

“What was that?” you heard Hendery ask.

“Louis,” YangYang replied smoothly.

“Louis? He’s at my place.”

“Um…” YangYang trailed off. “Anyways, let’s push bot since we’re at their base.” He turned off his mic again and pulled you back to him, nibbling at the base of your neck. “Panties off,” he murmured, sliding his sweats and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

YangYang had, once again, gotten his way.

Your breath hitched at the sight of his throbbing cock. Desire coiled in your gut, making your entire body flush. You got off of his lap to do as he said, looping your fingers in your belt loops to tease your shorts down.

YangYang did a double take, finding it hard to focus on the game and on you at the same time. His eyes briefly met yours before they trained on your lower body, lust clouding them. Before you could take off your panties, however, YangYang was slain in the game, and had to turn on his mic as Hendery started complaining.

“That jungler is a pain in the ass!” Hendery whined. “But, dude, you’ve only got five kills so far. You good?”

“Yeah, um, I’m not doing so hot this game,” YangYang replied, shooting you a glance and leaning back in his chair as he waited out the cooldown. “The heat’s getting to me, I guess.”

“YangYang, it’s winter,” Hendery replied. YangYang closed his eyes for a moment, opening his mouth to retort, but Hendery continued, “Shit, okay, come mid with me.”

YangYang hummed in agreement and turned his mic off, a darker look in his eyes when he turned to you. “Suck me off, baby,” he said in a low voice, adding, “please.”

“But we were supposed to—”

You stopped yourself as a flush of heat crept up your neck. YangYang looked amused as you bit your lip and got to your knees, crawling toward him so that you were between his legs. When you looked up at him, he looked as if he was at his limit.

YangYang ran his thumb along your lower lip, hand cradling your chin. “I’ll make you feel good after this game, baby,” he reassured.

You nodded, pouting at how flustered he was making you feel. Getting distracted again, YangYang moved his attention to his game again, tapping keys repeatedly. You narrowed your eyes, displeased at the lack of attention.

You play your games, and I’ll play mine, you thought bitterly.

This was an unpredictable jump in your relationship with him, and you were just realizing it as you took ahold of his cock, loving how it twitched in your grip. Your lips grazed the soft skin, causing him to hiss through his teeth, squirming a bit in his seat.

YangYang’s breathing was growing ragged and uneven.

You closed your eyes and took the head of his cock into your mouth, hesitating before sucking lightly on it. You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled at how a vein appeared on his neck. YangYang unmuted his mic to reply to Hendery’s commands, removing his hand from the keyboard to grab your hair in a fistful and push you down on his cock.

A loud whimper escaped you as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. Finding a balance between teasing and careful, you bobbed your head, relishing how the thick veins along his length pulsated against your tongue. YangYang had to mute again, letting out a low and guttural groan when you started building up a faster rhythm.

He died again in the game.

Loser, you thought childishly.

But now, YangYang could focus on you while he was on cooldown. He tugged at your hair, whining when you pulled off of him. You met his eyes and lapped at his slit that was leaking with precum. YangYang’s eyes darkened and he thrusted back into your mouth, making you whimper as you suddenly took him in your throat. You moaned against his cock and let him fuck your throat, digging your nails into his thighs.

You were startled when he seized up, grunting as his hot seed shot down your throat. You swallowed it and pulled off of him, wiping your mouth with a proud glint dancing in your eyes.

YangYang let out a pleased little sigh. “Sit on my lap, baby.”

His cooldown was over.

You got up from your spot on the floor and straddled his lap again, but YangYang was wrecked. He saw your eager expression and chuckled, bemused. He unmuted his mic to speak to Hendery but let his fingers dip into your panties, rubbing his slender fingers against your clit in slow circles.

“P-please,” you breathed out, hands gripping his shoulders for leverage.

“Patience, baby,” YangYang cooed in your ear.

“What did you just call me?” Hendery’s dumbfounded voice resounded from the speakers. “Did you say baby?”

“You’re hearing things,” YangYang brushed off while you wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Yo, we did it!” Hendery cheered a minute later while YangYang was still working on your clit. The words victory flashed across the screen in bright blue. “Dude, you wanna play TFT to celebrate?”

“Yeah, no,” YangYang said bluntly, ending the call and tossing his headphones onto his desk so he could turn his attention to you. He ghosted his hands along your sides. “I have my prize right here.”

“YangYang,” you whined out since he left your clit alone before you could finish.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” he mumbled, kissing down the column of your neck. “Let me make it up to you.”

YangYang rubbed your hips in slow circles before removing your shirt carefully, examining your body with hungry eyes. He leaned forward to press kisses from your stomach to your chest, making your heart thunder in your chest. When he reached your chest, his hands slid to the back to unhook your bra. With an easy snap, he unhooked the undergarment and slid the straps down, biting his lip at the sight of you in full glory.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, peppering kisses around your nipple and then sucking lightly on the bud.

“YangYang,” you cried out softly.

Your best friend broke away for a moment to open his drawer behind you pulling out a little silver packet. You watched him tear it open and slide the latex around his throbbing cock. How he managed to get it up again was beyond your understanding. After all, horny boys will be horny boys.

He leaned back in his seat, smirking up at you. “Go ahead, baby, fuck yourself on my cock,” he instructed, grabbing his shirt by the nape so he could slide it off, revealing his v-cut abs.

You swallowed hard.

First of all, YangYang was absolutely hung.

Second of all, you had no experience in this field of sexual activity. This was feeling more like paranormal activity because you had no idea how his massive cock was going to fit inside you without rearranging your guts.

“But you’re so… big,” you whispered, looking at his length as he gave it a few pumps.

A soft look crossed YangYang’s face. He picked you up easily, hands gripping your thighs as he laid you on his bed. There was so much care and softness to his touch as he got over you and lined himself with your entrance. The way he looked down at you was full of pure adoration and it made your breath get caught in your throat.

“Ready?” he asked, moving your hair out of your face.

You bit your lip and nodded, bracing yourself by holding onto his shoulders.

You thought he would start, but to your surprise, he pressed his lips to yours, one hand gently cupping your face. You kissed him back fervently, wrapping your arms around his neck. Lost in the taste of his lips, YangYang slowly pushed himself into you, a strangled groan tearing past his lips at how tight you were. You broke from the kiss to tuck your face into his shoulder, crying out as you were stuck in the crossroads of pain and pleasure.

YangYang’s grip on your waist tightened. “Fuck, babygirl.”

“You’re so big,” you replied with a pleased sigh, your hand sliding up the nape of his neck to curl into his hair. Your hips shifted a little as your walls adjusted around him.

“Damn right I am,” YangYang replied smugly, starting to thrust in you at a leisurely pace. He slid a hand into your hair and groaned as your walls squeezed around him. “God, your cunt’s so fucking tight.”

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, flustered by his comment. A moan escaped your lips when he hit a certain spot in you that set you on fire. “R-right there!”

“Nice and vocal,” he cooed, slowing down his pace in favor of deeper thrusts, “just how I like it.” A groan tore past his lips as he fucked you into the mattress. “I want to feel this,” he growled. “I want to feel you.”

Waves of pleasure hit you with each thrust, overwhelming you to the point of tears streaming down your face. He was so big and you could feel him in your lower abdomen, but the pain eased away and you could only feel yourself on the edge of euphoria.

“Shit, YangYang, it feels so good,” you mewled out weakly. “H-harder.”

YangYang grabbed ahold of your legs and moved them over his shoulders while he pinned your hips down. He let out a shaky breath and slammed into you harder, making sure to linger whenever he went as deep as he could. You were a moaning mess by now, holding onto him for dear life as he pounded inside of you.

You were already so close, pre-stimulated from him fingering your clit earlier, and his powerful thrusts were making you lose your grip.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

You nodded weakly, meeting his intense gaze. “I think I’m close,” you told him in a breath.

“Cum for me, angel,” YangYang urged, moving his hand down to rub your clit again as he quickened his pace. “I want to hear you say my name. Who’s making you cum?”

“Y-you, YangYang,” you sobbed, digging your nails into his back. “F-fuck—”

You couldn’t even finish what you were saying, nor did you remember what you were going to say because you fell off the edge first. You broke apart in front of him, crying out in pure bliss as you released against his cock. The pleasure in your gut that was building up had now flooded your body, but YangYang still fucked you through your orgasm until he, too, fell apart.

Sweat beaded your flushed skin, but you only noticed it when YangYang’s forehead was against yours, his breathing slow and heavy. He pulled out of you, using up the little energy he had to toss the used condom in the trash before he trudged back to his bed. He got in next to you and pulled you to his body, enveloping you into his warmth.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he mumbled against your skin.

You were still catching your breath, still winded from your orgasm. Now, YangYang was so tender, so gentle, that you were at a loss for words. It was almost laughable compared to the filthy words that were coming from his mouth early.

You cuddled close to him, wrapping a leg around his hip. “Don’t be,” you said with a smile. “It felt really good.”

YangYang grinned and kissed your forehead, your cheeks, then pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You scrunched up your nose at the contact but he just kissed all over your face.

“I’m glad you felt the same way,” he murmured. “I was starting to get scared that we would just have perpetual tension between us forever.”

“Of course not,” you said with a laugh. “Xiaojun would’ve beat you up if you kept denying anything between us.”

“Well, now I can stop denying it, at least,” he mused, holding up your hand to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles.

“I still can’t believe we did that.”

“I mean,” YangYang started, plastering an easy smile on his face, “I’m always good to go again.”

Needless to say, you ended up taking him up on that offer for a few more rounds.

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