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bebetae · 3 years

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WIFEY HAS ARRIVED WITH A REQUEST BECAUSE WHY NOT? LMAO. Trope: FWB Bias(s): Jueyon & Hyunjae 'Can I film us?' & 'You are taking me (us) so well." Throw in some creampies, some choking, edging, and humiliation, pleasee. Love you, babes. :*

the art of sharing | lee juyeon and lee hyunjae

pairing: the boyz, FWB au, dom!juyeon x sub!reader x dom!hyunjae

genre: smut

word count: 4.2k

rating: 18+ NSFW WARNINGS AND PROMPTS INCLUDED UNDER THE CUT

warnings: threesome, unprotected sex, creampies, edging, humiliation, degradation (slut, whore), multiple orgasms, swearing, oral (m and f receiving), choking

If i’m missing others please let me know!

prompts: 33 “can i film us?” & 38 “you’re taking me so well.”

Nothing in your life was boring. Not when you lived so spontaneously.

You knew sleeping around may have been looked down upon, but you didn’t care much when it was so enjoyable. The thrill of juggling boys between your fingers was addicting. You always thought that someone should stop you before you got in over your head, but maybe it was too late. Maybe it was inevitable, and the universe was only waiting for just the right moment to pounce.

The time had finally come.

“I heard Juyeon’s here,” your friend whispered to you, leaning in close so you could hear her over the booming music of the party. A typical cliche college party was where you usually made your move, often finding yourself in someone else’s bed by the end of the night. The name made your ears perk, and you smirked to yourself as you scanned the area.

The familiar head of black hair stood tall amongst the rest, and it seemed like Juyeon knew you were looking at him, his eyes snapping to yours almost instantly. His gaze was tempting, and you knew immediately what he was expecting. You saw it in his eyes.

It felt familiar heading towards the boy, something you’ve found yourself doing many times before. Juyeon was one of your favorites, and he never failed to satisfy you for the night. You were pretty sure he knew of your extensive list of fuck buddies, but he never seemed to mind. In the classified thoughts inside his own mind, he found it kind of hot, he just ignored the jealousy he felt everytime he thought about how he had to share.

“Hey beautiful,” he called, raising his cup above his head in greeting upon your arrival. He was leaning comfortably against the wall in the corner of the living room, his endearing smirk bigger than ever. His aura excited you, just like it always did.

“Juyeon,” you replied, moving to place a tender hand on his bicep. His eyebrow quirked in interest. He knew what he wanted, but you did too. There was no hesitation left in you, only need.

“Let’s go upstairs,” you offered, but Juyeon didn’t budge. You looked at him questioningly.

“I think someone else is waiting for you,” he shrugged, jutting his chin to someone behind you. You turned, your heart stopping when not too far from the two of you stood a familiar face mixed into the crowd, another trophy on your shelf.

Hyunjae was someone you had only slept with once, but he sure left his impression. You couldn’t quite get his words off your mind and his touch off your skin. You’d always wondered when you would get the opportunity with him again, but it was a shame that you felt Juyeon’s presence lingering behind you as you stared into the other boy’s eyes.

“I think,” Juyeon murmured, and you didn’t know he had come close to speak into your ear, your body jumping in surprise. “You should go greet your friend,”

You turned your head to him, confusion on your face. You were sure he could assume just who Hyunjae might be to you. Did he really want you to ditch him for another guy? The look on his face told you to comply.

“You look great tonight,” Hyunjae complimented, looking you up and down as you approached. You watched as he glanced over your shoulder, presumably at the boy you had walked away from, but you couldn’t read his expression as he addressed you again.

“I like it better now,” you spoke. You were referring to his hair, your hand running through the dark strands soothingly. The last time you had seen him, which must have been over a month ago by now, it had been an ashy blond. You didn’t think he could look any more handsome than he did that night.

“I was hoping you would,” he smiled, his hands moving down to grasp your waist. He stepped even closer, and you noticed the small crease in his eyes as he smiled down at you. Juyeon had somehow left your mind completely, something you thought was impossible.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” you admitted, your arms slinking up around his neck. He hummed contentedly.

“I’m sure you have, baby,”

Another body pressed up behind you, and your eyes widened as you realized the boy you had seemingly forgotten about was now finding the perfect moment to cut in.

“Hi Juyeon,”

“Hey, Hyunjae,”

“Wait, you two know each other?” you asked incredulously, unraveling yourself from Hyunjae and backing away from the two boys, looking between them in shock. They only looked at each other amusedly, nearly laughing outright at your confusion. What was going on?

“We’re roommates, Y/n.” Hyunjae chuckled. “You’ve only been to our place with Juyeon, right? I knew what you sounded like in bed before I made you moan for me, sweetheart,” You made a look of disgust at this new information, your hands coming up to cover your face as you got flustered.

“Aw, is our baby embarrassed?” Juyeon sneered, chasing your hands with his as he lowered them off your cheeks softly. Our?

“Don’t be, Y/n,” Hyunjae insisted, brushing strands of hair out of your face.

It was honestly a bit overwhelming to have two incredibly attractive boys giving you their undivided attention at the same time, no matter what you had already done with them previously. You weren’t sure if you were scolding or praising your past self and the decisions you’d made leading up to this, but you had a feeling you were about to be thanking yourself very soon. You were right.

You could barely walk straight as Hyunjae grabbed your hand and led you away from the crowd, Juyeon following close behind. This was all happening so fast yet it felt so right. Your feet moved on their own as Hyunjae opened the door to an unoccupied room, dragging you inside as Juyeon shut the door behind you.

“I don’t think I deserve this,” you spoke in awe, watching the two boys as they both stared at you hungrily. It was like you were living a dream, or a fantasy; anything other than reality as you grew beyond excited. “I might seriously cry tears of joy,”

You almost facepalmed yourself for your big mouth, always turning to awkward humor when you got nervous. Why were you nervous? You’d fucked both of them before. But now you were just, fucking them at the same time?

“Don’t be so nervous, baby,” Juyeon soothed, coming up to cradle your face in his large hands. You calmed from his touch, and the last thing he did was smile before he leaned in and kissed you softly. It felt like the calm before the storm, the air still and silent as the lightning prepared to strike. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears when he pulled away.

“Take this off, please,” Juyeon panted, the kiss quite literally taking his breath away. You felt Hyunjae’s fingers trace the bottom hem of your dress, the short black one you always wore when you were feeling particularly confident one night.

“Is this okay?” Juyeon asked, his touch guiding your eyes to his.

“Yes, please,” You let Hyunjae pull your dress up and off your body, and their dual groans harmonized when they saw you were braless tonight. You smiled cheekily.

“She’s so naughty, isn’t she?” Hyunjae remarked. He reached from behind you and looped his arms around your stomach, pulling you tight to his chest. Juyeon hummed in agreement but said nothing, wasting no time in cupping your breasts, bending his tall frame down to capture one of your nipples between his lips.

“Oh god,” you whined, squirming in Hyunjae’s hold. Your hands threaded through Juyeon’s soft black hair, yelping when he bit lightly on your bud. Hyunjae let you lean against him as his hand snaked down your abdomen, swiftly making its way under the waistband of your panties, and you leaned your head back onto his shoulder as he ran a finger through your folds.

“Always so wet,” Hyunjae hummed, the pad of his middle finger pressing down on your clit. You moaned loudly, Juyeon switching his attention to your other breast, and you began moving your hips trying to get Hyunjae to move his hand. He refused, and his other hand reached up to wrap around your neck, his touch light but threatening. You reluctantly complied to stay still, and Hyunjae cooed sweet praises into your ear as he moved his free hand back down to trace lightly over your collarbone.

Juyeon released from his assault on your breasts and stood back up, tearing his shirt off and displaying his muscular torso. He replaced the spot on your hips that Hyunjae’s hands had left with his own, slowly guiding the three of you toward the bed. Hyunjae moved his hand out of your panties and made quick fashion of pulling them off of you, and you stepped out of them as they fell to the floor.

You collapsed onto the unfamiliar mattress as the boys stood at the edge of the bed, and their stance sparked inspiration in you as you coyly sat up and crawled over to the edge where they stood. You reached for Juyeon first, a hand running down the trail of his abs until you reached his pants, and you quickly unbuttoned and pulled them down. You didn’t waste time, pulling his underwear down as well, and Juyeon chuckled as you licked your lips at the sight of his hardening cock.

“Such a slut, isn’t she?” Juyeon spat, not even looking at you as he glanced over to his friend on his right. You were annoyed that he wasn’t paying attention to you as you were preparing to please him, so you wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking harshly in spite. Juyeon grunted and snapped his head down to you. You looked up at him feigning innocence, taking him a bit further as his cock had now turned rock hard on your tongue. His hair was disheveled from your grip before, and he threw his head back as you continued working his length down your throat.

“Fuck,” Hyunjae whispered, palming his hard on through his jeans. He trailed the arch of your spine and the curve of your ass as you kneeled on the mattress, his mind reeling with all the things he wanted to do to you.

“This might be weird to ask, but fuck. You look so good right now,” Hyunjae groaned. “Can I—can I film us?”

You pulled off of Juyeon’s cock and glanced up at him, using your spit to run your hand up and down on it while you spoke to Hyunjae.

“Why, are you two going to jerk off to it together?” you teased, and Hyunjae hadn’t thought of that, but now that you said it, it didn’t sound too bad. “Yeah, I guess so. That’s kind of hot,”

“Yeah yeah, film or don’t film,” Juyeon dismissed, his hands brushing through your hair so he could gather it into a messy ponytail. He coaxed you back to his dick, and this time he took the lead as he pushed your head down his length. His tip breached your throat, and you expertly swallowed around him when you heard the light ring of a camera switching on. You strained your eyes up and saw Hyunjae holding his phone in his hand, his now freed cock in the other.

With a sudden burst of confidence you allowed for Juyeon’s length to slide further down your throat, not giving yourself time to breathe as you struggled to fit all of it. It must have been enough, though, because Juyeon frantically pulled your head back as you coughed. He didn’t want to come, not yet.

“My turn,” Hyunjae snickered, taking Juyeon’s place in front of you as the other boy mounted the bed, and you turned your head to watch him as he settled behind you. You raised yourself on your hands and knees so you could give him access to your dripping pussy, thinking he was going to slam inside, but instead Juyeon bent down and gripped your ass, spreading you wide so he could lick a stripe up your slit with his tongue.

You were breathing heavily when Hyunjae gripped your face and turned your head forcefully back to him, his camera recording you as he pushed his thumb past your parted lips, pressing down on your tongue to open your jaw even wider. You looked so submissive on film, so used, and Hyunjae growled, discarding the camera angle for a second so he could lean down and spit dirtily into your mouth. He closed your mouth to swallow it down, and you hummed when you felt Juyeon do the same behind you, except his saliva dripped gradually down your folds before he lapped it back up eagerly.

Juyeon was eating you out with vigor and determination, more so than any other man you’d ever been with. You couldn’t voice your pleasure, however, as the second cock was being shoved down your throat harshly. Hyunjae was still holding the phone down at your face, and he was trying to balance the view of his dick stuffed in your mouth and your ass as you pushed back greedily into Juyeon’s face. He slowly began thrusting in and out, and you took it without complaints even as you choked around his girth.

“Fucking cockslut,” Hyunjae spat, and you whimpered around him in embarrassment. In any other situation you would have bit back with a snarky remark, but right now you were feeling way too good to risk them stopping.

Your eyes were noticeably teary in the frame of the camera, and the sight was riling Hyunjae up more than he cared to admit. Juyeon was humming contentedly while sucking on your clit, and it was the last straw as your orgasm began to approach its peak. Juyeon sensed this, and he confidently shoved two fingers into your pussy just to feel you clench around his digits. You could barely focus on giving Hyunjae a blowjob, your head halting with only the tip in your mouth as you basked in the pleasure. Your moans were constricted but clearly urgent, your arms shaking as they struggled to hold your body weight up.

“I’m close,” you nearly screamed, finally pulling off of Hyunjae’s cock with your head hanging low.

“Good,” Juyeon muttered around your clit, giving you a few rough thrusts of his long fingers. You trembled on the bed, both boys watching you intently, before Juyeon smirked and pulled away. His fingers slipped out of your hole and his lips left your bud, leaving you on the brink of an orgasm.

“No!” you whined, but you were shut up when Juyeon’s hands gripped your hips roughly and pulled you backwards to slam your hips down on his cock. You screamed in ecstasy, his length sheathing deeply inside of you as he paused. He was letting you adjust, but he was also making sure you had come down enough from your near orgasm from before. He was being mean tonight, you realized. They both were.

Hyunjae watched as Juyeon began thrusting inside of you, his thrusts forceful and rapid from the start. The man had little care to whether Hyunjae was there or not, and he was going to focus on you as long as he was the one fucking into you. Hyunjae rolled his eyes, moving away from the bed and setting the phone down on the table beside it. He made sure to check the camera angle and was delighted by the way your entire body fit in the shot, your arched back and teary face on full display. He turned to look back at Juyeon, who in turn glanced down at the phone, and Juyeon understood the intent as he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up to force you to look forward.

Hyunjae smirked, walking leisurely toward you, and your eyes trailed his own even as you were being railed by his roommate. From behind you, Juyeon was rough, his grip pulling you up enough for your back to arch, your neck exposed for Hyunjae to wrap a hand around. He hummed lightly, the noise so soft it was concealed by your lewd moans, leaning so close you thought your lips would touch. They didn’t, and the teasing look in his eyes sparked an idea.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, keeping eye contact with the man in front of you. “You’re so fucking big,” Hyunjae quirked his eyebrow at you, his hand on your neck tensing.

“You fuck me so well baby. You always fill me up so good,”

“Yeah?” Juyeon panted from behind, and Hyunjae’s eyes darted up to his friend’s cocky smirk. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,”

You were sure you were going to regret that later once Hyunjae could get a turn with you, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be much of a punishment at all.

Your words had sparked something in Juyeon, his thrusts turning feral and his grunts getting louder. You could tell there was competition between the two boys, and maybe that’s why you decided to antagonize them. You were falling apart as Juyeon made a point to hit the sweet spot inside of you that he knew so well, and suddenly he was being the nice guy as he tried his best to make you come.

“Ju-Juyeon, oh my god,” His cock was splitting you open at the seams, and you reveled in the way your vision turned white and the feeling of Hyunjae’s hand now harshly around your throat.

“Are you going to come for him?” Hyunjae spat, and you nodded with the little mobility you had as he choked you. “That’s not an answer, baby,”

“Yes!” you cried, repeating it over and over again as you felt a hand rub tight, fast circles around your clit. It was the stimulation you needed as your body was thrown over the edge. With your walls clamping down on him, Juyeon groaned loudly and shoved his entire length inside of you, spurts of his cum filling you up as you nearly screamed.

“So good, always so good for us,”

You were so overwhelmed that you weren’t quite sure who had been the one speaking, and Juyeon thrusted a couple more times to help you come down before he pulled out. You heard him groan and your arms collapsed, Hyunjae releasing your neck, bringing the front of your body down into the mattress.

Juyeon motioned for Hyunjae to bring the phone to him, and when he received it he moved the camera down to film your weeping hole as his cum leaked out and down onto the sheets.

“Get up,” Hyunjae growled, grabbing your arm and pulling your body to lay back on the bed. Juyeon had moved off to the side, still pointing the phone at you, and Hyunjae was now looming over your body with a dangerous look on his face. Yeah, you really pissed him off.

“Please fuck me,” you begged, deciding to be submissive for once if it meant you would get what you wanted.

“We broke her, Jae,” Juyeon snickered, his eyes raking over the sweaty curves of your body with satisfaction.

“That’s too bad,” the other boy pouted, reaching down to rub his cock along your folds, making sure to catch on your clit as he watched your body twitch with sensitivity. “Because we’re not done yet. But that doesn’t matter, right Y/n? Because you’ll always take what we give you. You’re just our little toy to share,”

“No I’m not,” you argued, but your voice was whiny and unconvincing as you ignored the way his dick felt so heavy on your pussy. You were excited, and he knew that.

“Oh?” Hyunjae mocked, two fingers moving down to swipe along your folds, and he brought them up to your face so you could see your juices dripping down from his fingertips. “You’re so wet, you’re making a fucking mess. Maybe we should just leave her here then, what do you think?” He turned to the other man in the room, and in panic, you grabbed his wrist and shoved his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them erotically as you pleaded with your eyes.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, my pretty girl,”

You didn’t miss the way he exerted his claim on you, but it was short lived once he wasted no time in entering you, both of you groaning simultaneously. Hyunjae was a man on a mission as he began thrusting inside of you rapidly, ignoring your cries of overstimulation as he continued to pound into your swollen pussy. Why did it feel so good?

“That’s it,” Juyeon praised, walking closer and getting a better shot of Hyunjae’s cock pumping in and out of you. From this angle, the camera clearly captured the way your pussy creamed on his length, his dick coated in your arousal each time he pulled out, just to ram back in.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned.

“You’re taking me so well,” Hyunjae grunted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was breathing harshly out of his nose, his teeth gritted to keep him grounded. “So tight, it’s like you were made for us,”

“Us?” Juyeon teased from the side, but he surely wasn’t going to argue. There was something about watching your face as his best friend fucked you. Maybe sharing wasn’t so bad.

“S-so sensitive,” you stammered out, and Hyunjae outright laughed even as he was balls deep inside of you.

“Gonna come? So soon?” he questioned condescendingly, and you nodded your head in embarrassment. It was quite amazing how he was working you up so fast, and he didn’t even need to touch your neglected bud as you neared your third orgasm of the night.

“Don’t,” Juyeon muttered, looking at Hyunjae. The man smirked, and you felt tears streaming down your cheeks the moment he pulled out of you. Your hand instinctively bolted down to rub your clit, and you heard the phone clatter to the ground as Juyeon pinned your arms above your head, completely disregarding the film.

“Good girls don’t touch themselves,” he growled, and you squirmed underneath the two men as they watched. You felt helpless as you searched for any sort of stimulation to help you reach your peak. You were given nothing.

“Hm,” Hyunjae hummed, bending down to observe your pussy as it clenched around nothing. He gathered saliva into his mouth and spit once again onto your dripping pussy, and you let out a piercing moan when his finger delicately swirled it around your clit. He rubbed it so gently that it sent pangs of pleasure through you, but never enough to fully satisfy you.

“Hyunjae, Juyeon, please,” you whimpered, his finger dipping shallowly into your hole a few times.

“Well, Juyeon isn’t the one fucking you right now, is he?” Hyunjae countered, and you hear Juyeon scoff lightly next to you.

“No,” you answered. Hyunjae smirked.

“Well then who’s fucking you, whore?”

“Hyunjae! Your cock--in me,”

You were barely making coherent sentences at this point. Both boys looked up at you, tears falling endlessly down your face, and they both agreed silently with each other that you had passed whatever test they were putting on you. You almost forgot that they planned this, from the moment you stepped through the door and into the party still happening downstairs.

“Keep her still,” Hyunjae ordered Juyeon, who nodded, sitting back up and entering you again. This time he was slow, painfully slow, his cock inching in and out of you. You whined distastefully.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Juyeon asked, leaning down to press a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, pulling back quickly when you chased after his lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Faster. Harder,” You begged, and Juyeon smiled.

“You heard her, Jae. See? I knew you were a fucking slut. Never satisfied,”

You didn’t have the mind to argue this time, the words exciting you as Hyunjae set a brutal pace. You could tell he was close, and you were sure he was being worked up this entire time, and you clenched purposefully around him just to watch him huff and close his eyes.

“Well hurry up then, come,” Hyunjae ordered, Juyeon leaning over, laving his tongue over your nipple and sucking on it harshly. You sobbed at the stimulation and your entire body shook under their grips as you finally reached your peak, both boys humming at your noises.

“Holy fuck,” Hyunjae panted, his head throwing back as his cock twitched inside of you. You swore this was the hardest you’ve ever orgasmed in your life, your entire body numbing and the second load of cum was shot inside of you. You felt so full, so used, and you loved it.

All three of you knew this was going to happen again, and it did, just a week later, after the boys had kept their promise, releasing into their palms after watching the damn video.

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otptings · 3 years

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Punished

⌲Idol: Wonwoo

⌲Requested: Yessss Hello!

I can request Wonwoo reacts to not wearing a bra under her coat?

Please, thank you! 🥰

⌲Word Count: 3.3k+

⌲Genre: Jealous Sex

⌲Warning: jealousy, possessive Wonwoo is a sexy Wonwoo, auditory exhibitionism, praise, degradation, over stimulation,

⌲Synopsis: It's crazy just how often you get into this situation. It's also crazy just how much the both of you love it.

⌲A/n: so sorry for the wait on this, I've been trying to deal and manage my wrist pain. thank you for being patient and I had a lot of fun with this, the next request of yours that is similar to this might not involve Wonwoo, but it will have all of the other member's that you requested. thank you for reading, hope you enjoying this, and if you do please like, reblog or donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio. Requests are open for NCT, SVT, and Treasure.

Sometimes you wonder how you got yourself into these situations so easily. Any normal person would backtrack, retrace their steps to figure it out. With you however, there are so many variables it would never be that easy to figure it out.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve been put in this position, but it still makes you burn with embarrassment. You’ve been kneeling in between Wonwoo’s thighs for 15 minutes, only able to helplessly watch as he teases you. Hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off and forcing you to watch. Biting your lip, trying to ignore the way you just wanted to take him in your mouth. Feel the weight of his thick cock on your tongue while you massage his balls. You wanted to be the one making him moan, not just watching as he pleases him. The quiet music flowing through his speaker covered up the noises of him pleasuring himself, knowing that the boys were only five feet away in the next move, watching a movie. The added risk from any of the boys hearing, caused you to whine, shifting again in an attempt to relieve the growing pressure in between your legs.

This was your second punishment this week, and it’s only Wednesday. What can you say though? An evening being punished was always a fun scene, for both you and Wonwoo. Who cares if either of you end up with a few more noticeable scratches and bruises?

The reason for today’s punishment was due to your outfit. It wasn’t necessarily meant to tease Wonwoo, that was just an added benefit of it. Wonwoo had invited you out with the boys, you’d have to sit through their Going Seventeen recording but afterwards all of you were going to dinner and then come back to the dorm. You practically lived at the dorm and you loved watching them record, so you agreed.

Going Seventeen recordings tended to be strenuous, the boys constantly running and screaming, and they were lengthy, sometimes taking multiple shots and multiple hours for them to complete. So you decided to dress comfortably, knowing that you were going to be out of the house for hours.

You had only planned for a stylish outfit, it wasn’t completely your fault that your shirt was low cut enough that you couldn’t wear a bra with it. Nor was it your fault that you couldn’t find any appropriate shorts to wear underneath your skirt so you went without, taking the risk that if you bent over your pretty red underwear would be on display for all to see. You wore a cardigan over it, so it prevented some of your previously stated risks, but not all.

If you really wanted to blame anyone, you could blame Seokmin. Wonwoo of course saw your outfit first, you already knew that today was going to be long due to the way his eyes raked over your outfit, lips pressed into a tight line as he took it all in. Wonwoo didn’t say any words, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and whispering a quiet ‘you look beautiful’ before you exited his room. Seokmin was the first of the boys to see your outfit, eyes growing comically wide when he saw it, mouth dropping open.

“You look amazing, your outfit is so cool.” He stuttered through his statement, avoiding all eye contact as you coyly smiled at him, saying a quick ‘thank you’. That’s what started the onslaught of compliments from the rest of the boys, all having something to say about your outfit.

“That shirt is really cool.”

“Yea, you look really nice today.”

“You look pretty.” You felt a little embarrassed at the excessive compliments, not knowing how to properly respond but none of the boys even cared. Minghao and Seungkwan even go so far as to ask you to do a spin for them, properly hyping you up causing you to let out a loud laugh.

Maybe if you would’ve taken a good look at Wonwoo, who had slunk out of his room, leaning against the wall behind you, watching silently as you received the excessive attention from the other twelve men, you would’ve gotten some clue how this day would go.

Wonwoo tended to be possessive, placing a hand around your waist and pulling you close to him whenever another man is giving you too much attention. Placing a gentle kiss on your temple while staring at the man quietly, watching him stutter due to his threatening aura before they just walked away quickly, not bothering to finish the conversation. Maybe you would’ve realized that something was wrong with him just watching and not stepping in.

That was the first possible reason.

Wonwoo didn’t give away his emotions easily, so this was nothing new. He opened every door for you as usual, held your hand as you walked down the stairs despite you only wearing combat boots, and made sure to open the car door for you. That’s where it ended, after making sure you were safely in the car Wonwoo left and got inside the other car, causing you to raise your eyebrow out of confusion. You texted him but he didn’t respond. You shook it off knowing that he wasn’t one to text a lot either.

There wasn’t much time to dwell on him not getting in the car with you, Hoshi, Jun and Woozi were quick to distract you with multiple questions over where the filming could possibly be. Their manager refused to give any of you hints other than the fact that the filming would be inside, and would take up a lot of energy. All of the boys guessed a mafia game again, a smaller scale from Don’t Lie. By the time all three vans arrived at the shooting location you were brimming with excitement, no longer concerned about Wonwoo’s strange behavior. Wonwoo continued to act normal, making sure that you had a chair to sit in, and water to drink before he was thrust in front of the camera with the rest of SVT, smiling as he looked at Woozi, the chosen MC for today’s recording.

Being behind the scenes of shooting was always fun, the camera directors despite working were always sweet to you, and constantly making you laugh. This recording was not any different, watching the boys race just to be their team leader was hilarious, especially witnessing all of their poor attempts at cheating - Jeonghan will just never learn any better - you were already struggling to breath before they had even gotten to the legitimate obstacle course. You were so distracted watching Wonwoo that you missed the way that the boys would constantly glance in your direction, to any Carats watching the video later on it would look as if they were just looking at the camera director and any of the staff. Wonwoo wasn’t stupid, nor did he miss anything. He saw the way that the boys would glance at you when you took a sip of your water, throwing your head back exposing some of the fading bruises that Wonwoo had left on you. You didn’t even realize that while you were laughing every now and again you would jump in your seat, causing your skirt to lift up and reveal the red lace of your panties.

Wonwoo saw everything, and the further shooting progressed the madder Wonwoo got. He couldn’t blame you for the boy's reaction, you weren’t even paying them any mind. Your eyes were solely on Wonwoo, ogling him as he did the races, seeing just how fit he was by the ease and speed that he finished the races. All the boys got from you were the occasional laugh, like when Jeonghan and Dino both attempted to cheat and just ended up wrestling each other more than actually trying to win the race wholeheartedly, or at everyone having such faith in Seungcheol winning only for him to get the longest time out of all of the boys.

Nor could he blame the boys. You were absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking and captivating just in the way that you held yourself with such confidence, and treated the boys with the utmost care, cleaning their dorms on the occasion that they were too busy with comebacks and recording, allowing it to get disgustingly messy. They never asked you to do it, you did it out of the kindness of your own heart. Or when you cooked the boys a delicious home cooked meal, typically after they were gone from the dorms for a long time due to tours or shows. The boys could only thank you immensely, bowing and stating all of the favors that they owed you but you always just waved them off. Reminding the boys that they were your family too, and you just wanted to take care of them.

Despite him telling himself that he wasn’t mad he couldn’t ignore the way that his body continuously grew hotter with every glance Minghao, Seokmin or Mingyu sent your way. The way Minghao’s eyes leered at your legs, Wonwoo could practically see him drooling over your legs before he would quickly look away, distracting himself by laughing at some corny joke Hoshi said. Mingyu, and Seokmin were the worst, not even hiding their attempts to stare at your body. Seokmin’s face grew bright red, blushing every time he looked your way and accidentally got a glimpse of your panties. Mingyu smirked every time you clapped enthusiastically, watching the way that your breasts jumped with every movement. One wrong move was all it’d take for your breast and nipple to be on display, and it made Wonwoo’s blood boil.

Wonwoo was distracted trying to hide his growing anger that shooting seemed to fly by, he didn’t even remember winning the last one. He quickly bowed, thanking the camera crew and staff before he was walking over to you, tightly grabbing your wrist and yanking you to the closest bathroom. You stumbled behind him, confused over what was up, and thinking that it was just due to the cheating in the game. It wasn’t until you were pinned against the locked backroom door, staring into Wonwoo’s eyes that seemed to be pitch black, did you realize that it didn’t have to do with the recording.

“Are you okay? You’re red.” Before you could even think of lifting your hand up, Wonwoo grabbed both of your wrists in one of his hands and placed them above your head. His other hand was holding onto your waist, keeping you completely caged in.

“You’re mine.” You couldn’t deny the pinge of arousal in your stomach, his voice deep enough that you swore you could feel it. Despite this confusion floods through your mind.

“What brought this up? What’s wrong?” Wonwoo shook his head, grabbing your chin and forcing your lips to part slightly.

“You don’t see the way that all of them look at you. You’re mine.” Confusion was an understatement actually, you were completely oblivious to what he was speaking about it. You didn’t have to think about that much longer because Wonwoo was leaning in, connecting your lips and kissing you so deeply that all you could think about was him. Wonwoo let his hand fall from your jaw, grabbing your leg and lifting it up, giving him enough space and leverage to grind against you, causing your head to fall back against the door as you let out a loud moan. “So loud baby. Want everyone to hear you?” You didn’t even have time to think about his rhetorical question before letting go of your wrists, sliding his hand underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit in the most delicious way possible. Wonwoo took advantage of your exposed neck, sucking on it aggressively, darkening your past bruises plus making new ones high enough that there was no way you would be able to cover them. Another moan just as loud as the first left your mouth, right when someone knocked on the door, causing you to jump and quickly push Wonwoo away as you tried to fix your clothes. Wonwoo only smirked before pulling you behind him, opening up the door with the ease of someone who was expecting a guest.

Minghao was the poor innocent soul at the door, face bright red as he made eye contact with you, who was still trying to fix their clothes. “Manager said we’re leaving soon, and you still have to give the outfit back to styling.”

“We’ll be out soon. Thanks The8.” Minghao nodded quickly, turning on his heel and making his way back down the hall.

“I can never face him again.” Wonwoo turned around, shaking his head at your whining. “What if he tells the others what happened?” Wonwoo only shrugged his shoulders before fully opening the door, holding his hand out to you, you grabbed it allowing him to lead you back to their dressing room.

“Then they know you’re mine.”

You wished that was the end of it, but the day wasn’t over. Recording ended at 7 pm, and the boys were sweaty, all of their energy was expended, and they just wanted to unwind after hours of recording and rerecording whenever they messed up the script, or whenever the inflatable obstacle course decided to deflate due to the stress of having 13 grown men on it all at once. Now they were slowly making their way back to the sixth floor after their showers, feeling fresh and rejuvenated just in time. Dino was the last one to make their way back into the dorm, hair still soaking wet and dripping onto his shirt, sitting down on the floor right when you finished unpacking the food that luckily only got delivered five minutes before the boys started trickling in through the front door.

All of the boys thanked you, happily piling the food into their bowls and shoving it in their mouths, munching away on their noodles, dumpling, and various forms of meat that you had bought - knowing that if you didn’t Hoshi would eat it all. The boys for once allowed you to relax, taking away all of the bowls and leftovers, tucking them into the refrigerator before settling in to watch a movie. You were curled up on the floor beside Joshua and Jeonghan, a blanket curled around your shoulders while you sat in between Wonwoo's legs, placing your head on his thigh.

You were barely a quarter into the movie when Wonwoo stood up, not sparing anyone a spare glance as he walked into his and Mingyu’s shared room. Ever since the bathroom incident Wonwoo’s been acting weird, not touching you, and just sitting quietly by himself. This was the first time you’d be able to talk to him alone since he’s started acting this way, so you quietly followed him. None of the boys even looked your way, Jeonghan slid into Seungcheol seat quietly, laughing at a pouting Joshua who got pulled down before he was even able to think about sitting there.

Closing the door quietly behind you, you were met with Wonwoo sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning back on his elbows. Eyes following you as you walked closer to him, he didn’t even give you a chance to speak before he was making demands.

“On your knees. Now.” You quickly listened to him, placing your hand on your thighs as he sat up leaning forward. “My pretty girl.” Wonwoo cupped your cheek, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip. “But so fucking naive.” Wonwoo crouched down, tugging at the bottom of your shirt before tsking.

“Stand up and take your clothes off.” You stood up, quickly tugging off your shirt, and shirt. Before you could pull down your panties, Wonwoo stopped you. “Keep them on. Back on your knees.”

That’s how you got into your current position. Squeezing your thighs together, wiggling in a desperate attempt to relieve the growing pressure. You could only whine while watching Wonwoo, his cock glistening from his precum as he slowly worked over it. The boys had started another movie, and from what you heard a few of them had left, but you weren’t sure who. You didn’t care who left either, just wanted Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo.” He only chuckled at your whining, working over the head of his cock with his palm, sighing as he tossed his head back, not even bothering to acknowledge you. Your knees were starting to hurt, they were getting rubbed raw, and you were positive you had completely soaked through your panties, that were starting to stick to your pussy lips. Leaning forward you placed a kiss on his inner thigh, smirking at his sharp intake of air. You continued to place more kisses along his thigh, you were so close to his cock when he grabbed your hair with your free hand. Pulling your head back, and forcing you to look up at him.

“You still think you deserve my cock? My dumb little slut, who had her breasts all out, showing everybody her nipples and pretty panties wants my cock?” You tried to nod your head but his grip only tightened, causing you to let out a whimper as you felt your clit throb. “Showing off all day for the boys. And you still think you deserve my cock?” Wonwoo laughed before releasing your hair, causing a quiet whine to lean your lips. “Color?”

“Green.” Wonwoo nodded his head before cupping your cheek sweetly, you knew this was your punishment but his sweet actions distracted you from that, only wanting to feel his lips on yours.

“Lay on the bed baby.” Wonwoo stood up, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding his shorts. By the time he turned back around you were laying on the bed, head on the pillows and legs parted showing off the dark wet patch on your underwear. Wonwoo had to remind himself that this was your punishment, when you were looking at him so sweetly. Sitting on the bed Wonwoo ran his hands up your inner thighs, feeling that you shivered from anticipation. Pulling your panties to the side Wonwoo whistled. “Look how wet my baby is for me. My little slut is so wet and I haven’t even touched you.” You whined as he rubbed his thumb over your clit, hips bucking from the slightest amount of pleasure. Another chuckle left his mouth as he ran to fingers through your folds, pulling them away and seeing your arousal coating them. Placing them in his mouth, Wonwoo held back his moan. Removing his fingers he circled the now spit covered digits around your hole, causing you to clench around nothing.

Leaning down he settled himself between your legs, a hand on either thigh to keep them separated, and placed a long lick from your hole up to your clit. You couldn’t control the loud shriek that left your mouth, as your hands dropped down to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Wonu.” Your head dropped back as you felt his tongue spreading your lips, lapping at your hole as his nose brushed over your clit. He was quick to set a pace, one that made your toes curl and if it wasn’t for his hands holding your thighs they surely would’ve closed around his head. Your back arched off the bed as Wonwoo continued to eat you like you were his favorite meal, which quite frankly you were.

Your first orgasm caught you by surprise, not giving you any time to ask for permission before you were cumming with a loud moan and tight grip on Wonwoo’s hair. Wonwoo didn’t seem to care that you came without permission, he was too busy eating you out, continuing his ministrations even as your thighs started to shake on either side of his head and you were begging him to stop. He knew that you didn't truly mean it, and he wasn't going to stop until you cried or used your safe word.

This was your punishment after all.

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nari-nim · 3 years

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seonghwa as your boyfriend

nari-note: ay yo bias check! continuing this series with Seonghwa...may have gotten carried away for the nsfw part gif creds go to @choisans

Hear me out I think he would actually be one of the more shy or reserved members when initially warming up to his crush

He’s so respectful and sweet and looks at you with those Eyes

Attentively listens to every word you say and would sneak glances at you when you’re in the room together

Connects with you through acts of service or focusing on shared interests, so definitely not the type to make bold moves and hit on you right off the bat

Does the most to “coincidentally” be in the same shared spaces to have opportunities to be with you and strike up conversations

Very clear and direct with his feelings for you. He won’t play mind games, and you will know exactly where you stand in his life

As in you are very, very important to him

He’s ESFJ, and this shows. He’s pretty organized in how your relationships develop because he plays it safe by following established dating rules and traditions

That being said, will absolutely be the first to confess

Or like suck in his nervousness and just make a move if he has some knowledge that you’re interested as well

He’s a little more traditional like that

Often will be the initiator in the relationship once he works up the courage to do so and also knows pretty well that you reciprocate his feelings

Pretty protective of you

The type to get jealous more easily but isn’t toxic about it because he isn’t afraid to speak about his feelings to you honestly and kindly

Sees confrontation as a method for the two of you to problem solve together like the king he is

Suuuuper loyal

He makes it so clear to you that he only has eyes for you so trust building starts off early and strong in the relationship. Not afraid to say cheesy shit to communicate this.

Likes seeing you blush hehe

And a whole sweetheart!

He truly goes out of his way to try and make your day better through little acts of service whenever he can

Remembers the smallest details about you and always make you feel heard and understood in conversations

The type to pat your head constantly

The type to hold your hand, rub his thumb gently across the back of it, and then press a kiss against it while looking into your eyes to see your reaction

But also a little savage at times, although it’s really playful

Loves bantering that leads to him holding your cheeks and kissing your pouty lips

Loves talking to you about your days while you lay on his chest

just imagine his soft, deep voice and the way his chest gently rumbles as he laughs at your silly jokes <////33333

A gentleman!! Big on paying for your meals, holding doors open, keeping an eye out if you get cold or feel uncomfortable, he’s just so wholesome and caring

Tends to give pricier gifts

He’s really romantic. Likes planning out dates in advance, and he will lean towards dinner dates, beach walks, and other traditionally romantic activities when he’s choosing what to do.

Loves taking care of you so much :’’))))

To be honest might nag you or gently scold you if you aren’t taking care of yourself or being careful of your health

Always there to listen to your problems

Shares his advice even if you didn’t ask for it, he likes being able to help out and empathize with you

But also take care of him!

He can and will pull out aegyo. A lot.

Whipped for your compliments! The type to make a mental note of whatever you compliment him on, whether it’s a look or an action, and makes sure to do it repeatedly just because you like it and he likes you and he wants to be liked by you so much, simple as that

A lot of smiling into soft kisses

Likes for you to kiss him all over the face while you both innocently giggle

He’s obsessed with kissing you

Even if it's for a second, like the two of you are last to leave the room, he’ll be sure to grab your arm gently and give you a quick peck before grabbing the door for you and ushering you out

Likes the feeling of completely capturing your mouth, feeling your lips pressing hard against his pillowy lips

Cups his hands to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss

Type to rub his thumb gently across your cheeks as the kisses get more passionate

Um he is obsessed with french kissing you

But not sloppy/messy about it at all

He’s a really, really good kisser no cap

You really see his duality up close and personal. Like one moment you are smiling through kisses and telling each other how much you love each other, and the next moment he’s stifling your moans with his tongue exploring your mouth

NSFW after this

Soft dom

Total service top, his number 1 goal is to please you

Very affectionate and sensual, just wants to make you happy in more intimate settings

Type to let makeout sessions get carried away so fast

They get super heated up 90% of the time, and usually leads to more

More as in he has a pretty high sex drive/gets horny a lot and will make sure you have the time of your life every damn time

Oral fixation wbk

Eats you out at any given opportunity, literally as long as he can lay you down on a comfortable enough surface, he’s good to go

lil exhibitionist

His favorite position is grabbing at your thighs, face buried between your thighs, tongue swirling away at your clit, letting you squirm and rut your hips against his flicking tongue, your hands interweaving into his hair as you moan and whimper as he fucks you out with just his tongue

Nothing makes him more proud than seeing you squirt

Which you do quite often once he introduces his fingers to the mix

Likes teasing you by showing clips of his performances he finds on the internet. Because this mf started mimicking the way he would eat you out on stage during his center parts

Pauses at a particularly sinful expression, eyes are extra glazed, tongue in the middle of slowly tracing a figure eight into the air, and whispering into your ear:

“Right here, all I need to think about is how fucking good you taste.”

Likes watching your lips part and cheeks flush

He knows you’re thinking about him doing that to you, just the way he wanted

jump him

Also loves it when you look up at him with wide eyes when you go down on him, just not as much as how much he loves looking at your expression as he pressing his tongue into your clit in hard, flicking motions to see you become undone

Really into face sitting

Growls

Like he growls into you

As in when your thighs start shaking and he’s getting coated in your slick, he just starts growling and gripping tighter and tighter because he’s just so excited to see you cum

Whew

Has his hard dom moments quite often too

sir/master/daddy/oppa kink. choose your fighter.

Speaking of fighting, he has good stamina

Usually already tries to go a few round but will purposely overstimulate you when he’s in hard dom mode

Type to relentlessly target your most sensitive pleasure points while railing into you so your walls are just repeatedly spasming around his cock as he pounds into you until he cums

Breeding kink :) Likes cumming into you :) Likes watching his cum drip out of you :) Likes playing with it :) Likes fingering it back into you :)

“Cum one more time for me,” Seonghwa grunts, his hot breath hitting your swollen lips as he watches a tear roll down your contorted features. “Good girl,” he cooed as he thrusts three fingers into you in a brutal pace, the load he left in you squirting out onto the sheets, droplets hitting your thigh. “You’re doing so good for me” :)

When he’s feeling particularly in the mood, will fuck your mixture of cum back into you with his tongue

Then shoves his tongue, glistening with all of the cum, into your mouth for one final, steamy make out session

Pulls away from the messy ass kiss with saliva (maybe even mixed with a little bit of cum) stringing between your lips to see you deep in subspace

Smirks and chuckles at your fucked out expression

Bitch one time he spat the cum mixed with his saliva into your mouth and needless to say he was so turned on that you cummed, and tasted it, just a few more times that night

He’s not as into toys or bondage, prefers to wreck you by himself

Has a corruption kink

Gets off on you getting kinkier and discovering new things about yourself under his touch

Also has his sub moments if you just ask hard enough, but pretty rare

Let’s you top him but he’s usually still in control

Just wants you to be happy at these moments

Will guide your hips if you slow down/fuck up into you if he’s not satisfied with the pace

He’s a passionate lover

Redefines “love making” on special nights like anniversaries

Aftercare with him is top notch

Will draw a bath for you

Will carry you and offer you water

Makes sure you’re clean and comfy

Likes for you to lay on his chest

But also enjoys occasionally being the little spoon

Spoon him >:(

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thrillridesz · 3 years

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heart racing ▫ j.yn

in part of the adrenaline rush! collab hosted by @lucas-wongs + @ickjun

⇢ pairing: jaehyun x reader (f) (ft. other nct members + twice’s jeongyeon)

⇢ genre: fluff, angst, racer!au, best friends to lovers

⇢ warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions and consumption of alcohol, alcoholism, hitting rock bottom

⇢ synopsis: once a revered member of the racing industry, jaehyun has been living at rock bottom for the past few months following a tragic accident that effectively put him out of racing. it seems as though nothing would get through to him, not even you. will he ever break out of the constant loop of doubt and start seeing things for what they really are?

⇢ word count: 8.04k

⇢ a/n : unedited! also posted on this account because I’m considering merging my nct account with my tbz writing blog also PLEASE check out the other writers’ works ^^ we’ve all worked hard on our fics

“Jaehyun, you’re ruining yourself.”

The dim room reeked of stale alcohol and something mouldy as the empty beer bottles that littered the floor clanged noisily against the surrounding furniture, leaking golden yellow liquid all over. Old, worn clothes were draped everywhere, stained and darkened with murky stains while the battered television flickered weakly to live, showing nothing but static. The walls were streaked and striated with scratches, as if someone had just been clawing desperately at them and on the floor amidst the empty glass bottles, were pieces of scrap poster paper. Sunlight peeks in through the drawn blinds, giving a teasing glimpse to the bustling outside world from the sad, decrepit apartment Jaehyun lived in.

Sprawled on the couch with nothing on except a wrinkled pair of jeans, Jaehyun’s eyes were devoid of emotion - blank and dazelike. In his hand, his fingers held on limply to the neck of yet another bottle of beer, possibly his nth for the day. His usually shiny hazel brown hair was greasy with filth and his bare chest was sticky with sweat from being cooped up all day in this tiny, stuffy apartment of his. His jawline was starting to grow a hint of stubble given how much he’d completely let himself go and dark circles were appearing underneath those intense eyes of his.

Slowly, Jaehyun lifted his gaze from the floor to look at you, the first flicker of emotions that he’d ever displayed in the whole day. You stood before him, arms akimbo, your gaze sharp and piercing. He smiled, a smile that held no mirth or happiness.

“Oh, you’re still here.”

You shook your head, ripping the bottle of beer from his grasp. As you approached, the bottles, clothes and torn pieces of paper on the ground almost made you trip and you tutted under your breath.

“Of course I am. I’m your best friend who is somehow still here with you. Best friends help each other.”

He chuckled nonchalantly, waving his hand at the door. “Well, feel free to leave then. I don’t need your help.” His eyes held a hint of anger as he did, something that did not escape your notice.

“Jaehyun,” you said softly, placing the bottle on a nearby table as you dread what was to come next. “Please, not this again.”

Your words only served to fuel the fiery spark of anger in his eyes as he said in a barely controlled tone, the irritation radiating from him in ripples that threatened to evolve into waves, “Why not? I’m a fucking wreck and a loser anyways. Leave like everyone else did. Leave like…” His voice wobbled, “leave like Jeongyeon did.”

Your heart fell and it took almost a godlike willpower not to let your emotions show. Was he still thinking about her?

“Jaehyun-”

“What? Are you gonna say I’m not a loser like you always do? Cut the fucking lies. Everyone out there is saying the same thing, what makes you think you can convince me that you’re not thinking it either? Hm?” He spat, the drowsiness in his demeanour dissipating fast as red hot anger replaced it. There was so much internal frustration within Jaehyun that just seeing him like this was enough to break your heart. It was one thing to see him in this terrible state but it was quite another to see him directing his anger towards you.

You drew in a deep breath, trying to calm your pounding heart and to stop the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes. Having been there with him every step of the year ever since the both of you were children playing and horsing around the neighbourhood, you found yourself desperately missing those much simpler times and wondering how things became so wrong.

For as long as you could remember, Jaehyun had always been interested and had a natural flair for racing. There always existed a competitive streak in him that thrived off a challenge. It didn’t matter what it was, as long as it was a game that could have a clear winner or incited competitiveness, he was all up for it. As kids, the two of you used to compete over everything, be it for the last popsicle in the convenience store down the street or past the gates of your school. It was as if racing was something he needed in order to live. It wasn’t until sophomore year of high school did Jaehyun decide to take his love for racing to a professional level. He began to dive deep into the motorsport industry, starting out as a mere rookie in auto racing. He never did apply to college, preferring instead to invest all his time into his newfound life career.

His rise to fame was quick, quicker than most. Within his first year, he had won a number of races, beating even some of the well known names in the sport. Every other month, he was winning trophies and exorbitant cash prizes which in return earned him the recognition of famous sponsors and racers. Bumper stickers from the various sponsors decorated the back of his ride and it was no time at all before Jaehyun began to don some of the most expensive sports gear on the tracks. With his smouldering good looks, he also appeared on the front pages of magazines and newspapers, all while attracting a loyal fanbase made up of both racing enthusiasts and adoring admirers.

To everyone else, he was the suave, handsome and effortlessly cool young racer who was practically born to race and to do it well but to you, he was your childhood friend… and your first love. In front of the flashing lights and cameras, Jaehyun knew his way around the crowd. He knew exactly when to flash one of his dazzling, dimpled smiles and how to work the crowd - it was just one of his innate charms. Yet, you knew that underneath that, that flashy, extravagant Jaehyun, was the Jaehyun you grew up with and had gradually fallen in love with.

As children, he was there for you whenever you needed him, always ready to lend a helping hand when he noticed that you were stuck in an unfavourable situation. You distinctly remember what had happened in second grade. It was a bright and warm summer’s day, the lovely scent of sweet peas floating in the air as the sun bore down on the earth. Pigeons flitted over the sidewalks, pecking at the cemented floor and the leaves of the oak trees that lined the streets rustled gently in the wind.

You fell with a loud and heavy thud on your bottom, feeling the leaves crunch noisily under your weight. Fear and trepidation coursed through your veins as you stared with eyes wide at your tormentors.

“Look at her, she looks pathetic. Do it, Johnny! Do it!”

A tall, hunkering boy flanked by his cronies stood over you, his dark, massive shadow engulfing you as you frantically scrambled backwards. Tears were beginning to stream down your face and a sharp pain shot up your spine with each move, owing to the impact of the fall. There were scratches on your hands as you dragged your palms over the rough gravel in an attempt to move away.

There was a malicious glint in Johnny’s eyes and his lips were curved into a devious smirk as he stared down at you, domineering and intimidating. The veins in his arms and hands were bulging angrily and as he clenched his fists, you felt your stomach sink. Your legs began to feel like jelly and your vision was beginning to blur from all the salty tears. You were struck with fear and the sense of helplessness you felt made you feel both ashamed and furious at yourself yet there was nothing you could do.

You held your hand up to shield yourself from the impending attack as the bully lifted up his fist.

“Hey! How about you pick on someone your own size?!”

The group of you turned to see Jaehyun, eyes blazing with anger as his chest heaved. His wind-swept hair hung over his eyes, a surefire sign that he’d run over and his cheeks were red from exertion. Even from afar, he was clearly no match to Johnny’s larger build, much less the whole lot of them.

“J-Jaehyun?” You spluttered, shocked.

“Who is this clown- Ow!” Johnny stumbled backwards as a rock pebble hit him on the head, promptly ricocheting off his forehead and bouncing onto the ground. His jaw was clenched in pain and when he removed his palm, a reddish bruise had blossomed and there was even a faint trace of blood. There was a split second of stunned silence before Johnny turned almost magenta with rage.

“GET HIM!” He roared and his cronies shook out of their daze, immediately going after Jaehyun who’d already ran a good distance before the reality of what had just happened set in. His mocking laugh rang through the afternoon amidst a cackle of profanities and threats yelled at him.

It was a laugh that remained in your memories all these years. It was a laugh that strengthened you, a laugh that spoke so much of willful courage and youthful rebellion which was everything you’d eventually come to associate with Jaehyun. That laugh was bright and so… him.

Yet now, you could see none of that playful mischief and vibrancy in those eyes. All that is left is emptiness.

“You’re not a loser, Jaehyun,” you began softly, “you never were in my eyes. You were a fighter.”

Those beautiful eyes you adored so much narrowed at you, his face twisted into a scowl.

“A fighter? Guess what, y/n?” He sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “I fought. I fought endlessly but did that work out for me? I threw in everything I could, every little thing. I worked hard and put in a hundred and one percent of my effort.”

You stared at him, your heart aching for him as a single tear began to roll down his cheek, tears of anger, indignation and pain.

“But did that work out? No, it didn’t. If anything, it left me a wreck. People out there call me a loser, a has-been and even my girlfriend has left me. It doesn’t matter how much effort I put in, how much I fought because at the end of the day, everyone is only here because of what they think I am. They saw me as a champion, an up and coming and the moment I wasn’t anymore, they all dropped me in a heartbeat. What are you waiting for, y/n? Why the hell are you even still here?”

His words echoed through the empty apartment and out loud, it sounded bleak, harsh and biting. His anguished voice tore at your heart and as each word left those lips, it felt like your heart was slowly breaking apart. Neither of you said anything for a moment, locked in a silent, unspoken fight as he held your gaze steadily. His eyes were cold and there was the look of a broken man in them.

“I am here because I love you, Jaehyun,” you said finally, your voice quivering. “I don’t care who or what you are and it pains me to see you tear yourself down like this because I know you are not the loser you believe you are. I don’t know how much of this I can take, seeing you ruin yourself.”

You can see the slight softening in his eyes and you gritted your teeth.

“I’m going to go. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I can’t see you ruin yourself and be able to do nothing about it. I’m not strong enough for that.”

With that, you left the apartment before he could see the tears in your eyes.

The miserable, empty can of beer clattered loudly against the hardwood floor, the sound echoing through the dank apartment.

Jaehyun barely lifted an eyebrow, his fingers growing slack without him even knowing. He stared up at the dark ceiling, a hooded look in those once bright eyes. The stench that hung around him was growing more intense by the day and it was reaching a point whereby he could almost smell himself but there was nothing in him that seemed to care.

Sounds of active civilisation outside drifted in through the windows and occasionally, he’d hear the honking of angry drivers on the roads or the laughter of children playing at the playground at the courtyard below. Normally, he loved waking up to these sounds or at least when he wasn’t off to the race tracks, when he was relaxing with a book in his hands. Now however, he found them irksome, irritating and he wanted nothing more but to block them out. He wanted absolutely zero reminder of the world outside.

Grunting, Jaehyun dragged himself off the couch. As he trudged heavily back to his room where his comfortable bed beckoned to him, he turned to stare at the large, imposing front door where moments ago, you’d slammed shut as you left him to his own devices.

Guilt tugged at his heart and for a split second, Jaehyun contemplated running after you. When you left, there was an indescribable sense of hollowness that engulfed him in a way that he couldn’t quite understand or explain. The apartment was filthy, dark and small but somehow with you around just a few minutes ago, it felt just a little bigger, a little warmer. As much as he hated to admit it, his heart was calling to him to reach out to you, run after you. The crumpled look on your face haunted him but he shook the thought from his mind.

It would be better if you left him. If you knew what was good for you, you would.

The anger in him was beginning to resurface at the thought of everything that had happened over the past few months. His career plummeting on a downward spiral right after his recovery, the exact opposite of what was predicted by his agent.

He was born to race, his family and his friends had always told him so. He knew it himself, he could feel it in his blood, his bones, his spirit. Ever since he was little, Jaehyun had known that his career would have something to do one way or another with racing. As a child, he loved running, competing but most of all, he loved riding in his father’s pickup truck on the way to school. He loved the way the vehicle would zoom past the streets, overtaking other vehicles and he loved the feeling of the wind against his face. He loved the speed and everything about cars or racing. It felt natural for him to pursue a career in competitive racing and a natural he was.

After getting signed with a racing company, Jaehyun quickly rose to fame with his numerous championships, bagging trophies, medals and cash prizes in almost every event he participated in. Sports magazines and reporters would clamour over each other to score an interview with him. People wanted pictures with him, wanted him to sign an autograph for them.

He was the golden boy in the racing world, an untouchable.

In the racing world, everything goes a mile a minute and nothing waits for anyone. After the morbid crash at the June Tokyo Prix, Jaehyun had sustained several fractures to his ribs and a severe concussion that left him in the hospital’s intensive care unit bedridden for several months. The pain was unlike any other and every single move hurt immensely but what suffered more damage than he did was his career and his relationships.

Within months, the racing career he had so painstakingly built up for himself collapsed before him. Due to long inactivity, brands and sponsors began to drop him, slowly at first then steadily one by one. He was also constantly under the media’s scrutiny for a period of time, their cameras and microphones thrusted in his face while he lay helpless on the hospital bed. The bright flashes blinded him and the loud noises made his head pound and even now, he still remembered how that experience was like, shuddering every time it crossed his mind. It had taken Jaehyun countless hours of physical therapy before he could even think of racing competitively again.

Yet when he did, he quickly realised he never could revert back to his old self, the one who got off on adrenaline kicks while zooming along the tracks at breakneck speed, the one who only knew what it was like to win. He was slower, less coordinated. His body could no longer take the pressure racing would subject it too, or at least not quickly enough for him to make a full, stunning comeback.

The tabloids and news had run wild with his fall from grace, writing up horrible, demeaning articles about him. His rivals had mocked him to his face and he could even sense the visible disappointment from his fans emanating from the stands whenever he’d lost yet another race. The thing that really broke the camel’s back however, was when his girlfriend Jeongyeon initiated a breakup.

Jaehyun had hoped that things would turn for the better, never one to give up. He’d trained tirelessly everyday, pushing his brittle body to the limit. He never let up on himself, gritting his teeth through all the physical and mental pressure he had imposed on himself. When the final text was sent, Jaehyun could remember distinctly how hopeless and distraught he’d felt. It felt like his world, the empire he had so painfully and relentlessly crafted for himself from scratch was breaking bit by bit. To add salt to the wound, the next time he’d seen her on television, her body was plastered against his biggest rival, Yuta. Her arms were wrapped around his and her lips pressing against his cheeks with no shame whatsoever for the interviewer interviewing him, no sign of the girl who’d once told him that she loved him with all her heart.

What was once determination and naive hopefulness soon devolved into anger and resentment. Jaehyun began to let himself go and the change was drastic. Where there once existed a time whereby he’d rise from his slumber early to visit the gym, he now regularly slept well into the late afternoon. His diet began to consist largely of takeout, junk food and alcohol and his apartment got more and more cluttered by the day. He’d stopped contacting his friends and family, ignoring their calls and texts, preferring to fester in his own solitude. It wasn’t long before an odour had started to emit from his place, a nauseating mixture of stale pizza, beer and pure filth from the lack of showers.

His appearance was also no longer polished, but rather haggard as if he’d aged five years in a matter of months. He was beginning to lose his fit stature, the healthy glow he’d once been prized on by magazines and gossip columns dimming. It got to a point whereby Jaehyun had begun to avoid looking at his hideous reflection in the mirror, his self-hatred growing with each day.

A poster of him in his racing gear and his race car was tattered and wrinkled on the floor, stained with ketchup and soda. Staring at it blankly with eyes empty of any emotions whatsoever, Jaehyun swiped it up and in a swift moment, he tore it up with a large rip before trashing it somewhere on the floor.

Flopping onto his comforter, he almost moaned in pleasure as he sunk into the soft sheets. Reaching for the air conditioning control, a loud smack on the ground roused him from his hedonistic haze. His hair was sticking up in all directions as he peered over the edge of his bed to see a picture frame that had fallen from his night stand.

Holding it in his hands, he looked at it with a nonchalant air.

It was a picture of the both of you a few years ago, back when he was just kick starting his racing career. He hadn’t yet made a name for himself then as the two of you leaned in for the picture.

You had on a bright, illuminating beam on your face, your eyes alive and glittering with happiness. Your hair was down, wisps of it framing your face as the sun brought out the colour and shine of it. Next to him, you’d completely dwarfed in comparison. He had his arm around you, bringing you to his side and from the picture, Jaehyun could feel a smile begin to crack on his face at the comical height difference.

He’d looked completely at ease here, carefree with the recklessness and restlessness of the soul beneath shining through his dark eyes. His hair was wavy, styled down in that ridiculous fashion he wanted so badly to leave back in high school. He had worn a dimpled smile on his face, the look of someone who knew he was destined for greatness and believed in it.

Jaehyun was about to put the picture down when something caught his eye. He leaned in closer.

There was something about you. At first glance, it would have been clear that you were smiling for the camera but upon closer look, it looked as if you might be smiling at him instead. Your smile was softer, eyes gentler from the first time he’d seen the picture. It was the sort of smile that struck him in his heart, the kind of smile that would make its recipient feel loved, appreciated.

“I want to be a racer when I grow up.”

You turned to Jaehyun, eyes wide as saucers as you popped the ice popsicle out of your mouth.

“Why?”

He shrugged, still struggling with the wrapper of the popsicle. The two of you sat on the wooden bench, side by side as the other kids ran around the park, playing rounds of tag while their parents or babysitters sat watching over them. The sun was glaring down on the earth and though it was a great day to go out to play and sweat it out, it was also a perfect day to find an excuse to buy popsicles with what little pocket money your parents had given to you two. It wasn’t an opportunity to be missed.

“I really like racing. I don’t know if there’s anything else I’d want to be,” he said simply, grinning as he finally succeeded in breaking open the plastic.

You tried to hide the blush that was beginning to creep up to your cheeks, looking away from him.

“My mom says being a doctor is good.”

As soon as you said it, you immediately regretted your words. Jaehyun scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“No way! It’s so boring. Do you want to be a doctor?”

Quickly, you shook your head fervently. “No!”

“Then what do you want to be?” He asks curiously, sucking on his popsicle.

You are quiet for a while as you ponder over his question. What exactly do you want to be when you grow up?

“...A writer.” You said finally and he swiveled around to look at you, clearly not expecting your answer.

“A writer? Hm, why?”

“I just really like reading. I want to write interesting stories that people will like,” you take a tentative lick of your popsicle, the icy, sweet taste of apple flavouring coating your tongue, “Like fairytales!”

Jaehyun broods over your answer, seemingly deep in thought. For a moment, neither of you say another word as you sit together under the warm, sunny day, enjoying your popsicles.

“I want people to like me too.” He says suddenly, his eyes shining. “People will like my racing! I’m going to be a racer and people will like me to win!”

He hops to his feet, his popsicle raised as he made his declaration. There is a triumphant, toothy smile on his face and he says it with so much hope and gusto that you can’t help but feel drawn to his driven spirit. For a boy of five foot, there was a lot of motivation and energy in him and there was just something about him that got you transfixed.

Under the sunlight, his smile seemed almost blindingly bright with the shadows highlighting the charming dimples on those round cheeks. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and your heart began to pound. Your words seemed stuck in your throat and you choked out, “I t-think you’ll make a good racer, J-Jaehyun.”

You thought your heart might burst as his smile grew wider, his dimples making deeper indentations. It felt like the sun might just be a little too hot since your face felt like it was positively flaming.

“Thank you, y/n.”

Suddenly, something caught your eye and shakily, you pointed at him.

His smile dropped as his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“What?”

“Y-your popsicle is m-m-melting… down your a-arm.”

The elevator button made an uncharacteristic squeaking sound as Jaehyun jabbed repeatedly at it, his jaw clenched in impatience.

“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up,” he muttered frantically under his breath, pacing the lift lobby. The red letters above the elevator were moving at a snail’s pace and it seemed as if it’s stopped to pick up some passengers on the 5th floor. How long does it take for people to move into an elevator?

Jaehyun groaned in annoyance as he watched the number on the display crawl up slowly.

This wouldn’t do. By the time it’s here, it would be too late.

Immediately, he sprinted for the stairs instead, his heart hammering against his chest.

There was great fanfare as the rowdy crowd erupted into raucous cheers, the large, industrial sized party poppers going off with a bang, covering everyone in glitter streamers and confetti. Cameras were flashing and clicking away at every corner while throngs of sports reporters flooded the holding area, all trying to reach the champions for their coveted exclusive interviews. Agents and pit crews were all celebrating with the sound of champagne bottles popping and yells and cheers of congratulations ringing through the air.

Jaehyun stood at the top of the podium, shooting the cameras his trademark stunning grin as he posed with his golden trophy that looked to be about the size of his torso. The racing suit he was wearing was uncomfortably hot and he wanted nothing more than to strip from it but the adrenaline and euphoria he was experiencing far surpassed any feelings of discomfort.

This was it, the taste of success. It was everything he lived for, raced for. This was why he always trained so hard, from dawn to dusk. This was why he put his own body through all those hours of endurance training, gym and dieting. It was all for this single moment of true bliss enjoyed and savoured after the extreme thrill of racing. Here on the podium, towering above everyone else… He was truly where he needed to be, where he was born to be.

As he stepped off and the bodyguards swarmed in to escort him to his own holding room, Jaehyun couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. Yet another trophy for display on his shelf back in his apartment. He didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it, the feeling of winning but then again who would?

Reporters were attempting to accost him at all sides, all screaming out the same old questions he had grown tired of early on.

“How do you feel after winning the prix for the third year running?”

“You hit a record timing today! How did you train for the race?”

“What do you have to say to your rival, Nakamoto who came in second this year? By a mere few seconds at that!”

Jaehyun nodded and waved at a few of them, still wearing a smile on his face but there was no answer evoked from him. He’d kept up a calm and cool demeanour throughout but once he was in his holding room alone, the moment the door closed shut behind him, he let out a loud, jubilant howl.

“Fuck yes!” He roared out in happiness before collapsing onto the couch, laughing to himself as he held his trophy above him. He badly needed a shower but he couldn’t care less, not with the trophy in his hands. Under the light, the gold shone and even as a seasoned racer, the excitement and happiness from winning never grew old. In the empty room, the victory felt even more profound, the reality of claiming the championships for yet another year sinking in.

He was in the middle of celebrating and basking in his own victory, he received a text.

Jy: how’s my man doing? congratulations on the win honey ❤️

Jae: thanks babe, it feels fucking amazing. you have no idea… also i missed you so much

Jy: we should celebrate. together, alone. tonight at my place? ;) we haven’t done it in awhile, i miss your body, your kisses

Jaehyun stared at the text. He should be happy, excited to see Jeongyeon again after so long. He had been so preoccupied with training for the big race that he’d barely had any time for her. He had missed her yet now that they were finally exchanging texts again after so long apart, he didn’t seem to feel the same anticipation.

There was something about that text she sent that seemed weirdly… detached. He had imagined their first interaction in over a month to be one that warmed him up in the inside, brought him to a whole new level of euphoria even after winning but if anything, this reality paled in comparison to the scenario he had looked forward to in his mind.

Jae: yeah sure

After pressing send, he tossed his phone onto the coffee table and rested his head against the velvety cushion of the couch. Somehow, that very short exchange with Jeongyeon had dimmed his excitement and readiness to celebrate.

His phone suddenly rang, disrupting him from the reverie he’d found himself in.

“Must be Jeongyeon,” he thought to himself and for some reasons as he swiped to answer the call, he found himself reluctant to talk.

“Hello?”

“Jung Jaehyun! I was watching your race on television, congratulations for coming in first yet again! You were terrific out there.”

Y/n.

Jaehyun smiled, feeling his heart swell at your words.

“Thanks, y/n. I really appreciate it.”

“How about we meet for dinner tonight? I know of this amazing Italian place that serves the best lasagna, your favourite! My treat too to celebrate your win, how’s that?”

At the mention of lasagna, Jaehyun could feel his stomach rumbling and his mouth watering. The tangy tomato sauce, copious amounts of cheese and spiced minced beef with soft pasta… He would absolutely be down for some well-deserved lasagna after weeks of feasting on plain, watery salads. Dinner sounded like a great idea.

“Sure, I- Wait, I can’t,” he groaned, suddenly remembering his plans with Jeongyeon. Plans he didn’t even particularly look forward to.

“Why not?” You asked.

“I um…”

Fuck, why is it so hard to say it?

“I have plans with Jeongyeon tonight,” he said, ignoring the strange pang of guilt and indignation that hit him square in the chest.

“Oh! Oh, uh… That’s completely fine. Don’t worry about it, we can always have dinner some other day.”

“Really? That would be great! How does next week sound?”

“Sounds good to me!” Even on call, he could imagine you bobbing your head enthusiastically like you usually did and that brought a chuckle out of him.

“Alright, I’ll see you then y/n.”

“See you! Please rest well, you deserve it.”

“Thank you,” he replied before hanging up.

What is this warm feeling in him?

Jaehyun raced out of the apartment complex, his eyes searching his surroundings.

The sun was glaring and he couldn’t see straight without squinting his eyes. He must have been a weird sight to behold - scruffy, pale from the lack of the outdoors and reeking of the garbage piled up in his apartment. An elderly woman walking past him tutted disapprovingly at his disheveled appearance, holding her nose as she did but Jaehyun didn’t seem to notice her. His mind was on something else, something more important.

A boy from across the street was staring at him with his mouth agape, looking like a deer caught in headlights as he shakily fumbled in his pockets for his phone. Jaehyun let his sights linger on him, wondering if he should have at least thrown on a coat but as he turned, he caught sight of a figure hanging by the bus stop, looking miserable.

He swallowed thickly, feeling the slight clench of his heart and without hesitating a single second longer, he made his way over.

The heart monitor’s methodical beating was driving him near insanity. If not that, then certainly the suffocating atmosphere of the hospital and the bandages wrapped tightly around almost every single inch of his body would. Not to mention the occasional undercover paparazzi who would try to inch their way into his ward.

Jaehyun stared up at the white ceilings, still as a plank. Every part of his body hurt to move, he couldn’t even turn his head without feeling a painful pounding in it. Sometimes, he would get dizzy spells so intense he actually felt nauseous. His appetite for food or anything in general had since plummeted. Everything, but racing.

He yearned to go out there onto the tracks, to resume his training. The Roman Prix is coming up in a month’s time and he was so far from ready. He needed to get out of this place as soon as possible, even if it meant jeopardising his own safety. His career mattered more than anything.

Jeongyeon hadn’t called either since the day he got admitted. Jaehyun had soon grown tired of checking his messages or asking his publicist for news from her, the feeling of disappointment felt deep within him. He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him.

There was a gentle knock on the door and as the door creaked slightly open, you poked your head in. Upon seeing him, you smiled softly and made your way over to him. Jaehyun watched you approach, his eyes following you.

You had brought along a basket with you, seemingly full of items. As much as he wanted to know what you’d brought, he tried not to look overeager. “I made you something special today,” you said, settling down and practically vibrating with excitement.

“What?”

“Tomato minestrone soup!” You exclaimed, uncovering the lid as the tantalising aroma of tomatoes and a medley of vegetables drifted in the air. Jaehyun almost had to restrain himself from moving, lest he shift a bone out of place somewhere.

Somehow seeing you had sparked a certain kind of joy in him. Maybe it was a sign nobody had really forgotten about him yet. He had watched his number of visitors trickle down day by day and now that it was close to a month since he’d been hospitalised, after the tragic accident, he barely got any. Perhaps three or four a week if he was lucky.

You, however, you were different. You visited him almost every other day, no matter how busy you were. You visited his bedside even if you were worn out from a long day of work, even when you had things to attend to, even when no one else bothered to. You would bring along snacks whenever you did or homemade get-well food like fish porridge or chicken noodle soup you’d whipped up yourself, though they might be far from the usual gourmet fare he was used to back when he was still active when he would go for exquisite dinner parties. Usually, you stayed for a substantial amount of time and sometimes, you even stayed the night.

Jaehyun didn’t understand why you would do all of this for a friend, a friend who never seemed to have time to spare for you at that. More than anything, the feeling of guilt in him only grew stronger with each visit yet he was grateful, extremely grateful. Your presence was like a warm ray of sunshine in this dreary hospital ward. Whenever you visited, he couldn’t help but smile even though he could not find it in himself to smile. But when it came to you, it felt natural.

“Y/n!”

At the sound of Jaehyun’s voice, you turned and even from afar, he could see your reddened eyes - a surefire sign you’d been crying. Guilt and anger washed over him in waves and he tried not to think how many times he had been the cause of your tears. If only he could turn back time, he would have shook himself for ever dismissing you so lightly like he did, before he saw the situation for what it was.

He was blinded. Blinded by his obsession for winning, fame, glory and pleasing the wrong people. In a way, it felt like a fog had been lifted before him and now that he could see, think, feel clearly… He wasn’t going to let the right person out of his grasp. The person who loved him unconditionally, not just for his fame and achievements. The person who stuck with him through thick and thin but he was just too daft to notice it. The person who always felt like home whether he knew it or not.

You.

“Jaehyun? W-What are you…” You spluttered, desperately trying to wipe your tears from your face as you stared up at him.

It took a couple of seconds for him to regain his breath, his face turning red from embarrassment and exertion. He should really start leaving those beers and junk food alone.

“I…” He panted, both out of fatigue and relief, “We need to talk.”

“Jung is getting closer, any minute now Hendery!”

“I don’t believe this! Are we looking at a potential comeback for this prix? Push, push, push!”

“It seems like we might be! Here he comes! He is absolutely mad!”

The nascars zipped along the race tracks, smoke and some bits of burnt rubber and chipped metal trailing along its wake. They were a blur of colours to the spectators, who were practically glued to their seats as they watched the race reach its climax. A massive telescreen was displaying close ups and the ranking board with huge overhead lights that illuminated the stadium. The crowd was growing wilder by the second as the racecars zoomed past them, their attention fixed on one racer in particular.

The sleek nascar was streaked in royal blue and crimson red over a metallic black base, looking almost purple and black with how fast it was flying across the tracks. The wheels were spinning so fast that the friction between the tough rubber tire and the rough granite almost lit up the tracks. It was charging forward with a steely determination and ruthlessness, closing in rapidly on a green and white nascar ahead of it.

The adrenaline coursing Jaehyun’s veins was unlike any other. The thrill he got from racing could practically send him into an all time high and a cunning grin tugged at his lips as he stepped his foot down hard on the pedal, his hands gripping tightly onto his steering wheel. Rounding around a bend, he clenched his jaw as he pushed his body weight to the left, the muscles in his abdominals and biceps flexing and straining against his racing suit as the car drifted across the tracks in a perfect arc.

“Did you see that perfectly executed drift?! Insanity!”

“Jung is absolutely on fire!”

The thunderous cheers of the crowd and the loud hum of the race cars racing across the tracks faded into the background as he kept his eyes trained steadily forward. Any time now…

“Watch out, Nakamoto,” he whispered under his breath.

Steering his wheel sharply and accelerating much to the crowd’s excitement and trepidation, his race car was now driving side by side along Yuta’s. For a split second, the two turned to look at each other through the window and even though there was no way of seeing the other’s face through that helmet, something in Jaehyun told him that his rival was angered, shocked and… Fearful.

Jaehyun grinned beneath his helmet and without a second thought, he zipped forward, leaving Yuta behind in the smoke.

“He’s going for it, he’s going for it… Wait for it… And he crosses the line! The legend has reclaimed his spot on the top!”

“And that is how you execute one of the greatest comebacks of all time, ladies and gentlemen. Jung has done what we believed to be impossible and dominated the race! I wonder how Nakamoto feels about that?”

The other commentator chuckles into his microphone.

“Well Haechan, if I were him, I’d be pissed off for sure! But I’d also be worried… So very worried.”

The crowd was absolutely wild when he’d disembarked from the car and as he removed his helmet, he was greeted with camera flashes all around him. He shook his head, running a gloved hand over his hair and he took a deep breath. The air smelled of burnt rubber, smoke and… Success.

He had done it. He had made his comeback.

His pit crew made a beeline for him, slapping him on the back, their faces jubilant and lit with pure joy. His new manager, one that he trusted and helped him inch his way back to the top step by step, shot him a thumbs up which he nodded in acknowledgement as the crowd of sports journalists, reporters and photographers began to swarm in on him.

Yet, he paid them no attention. If this was three years ago, he would have basked in the glory, the attention but now he had greater concerns on his mind. His heart was pounding now for a different reason altogether and he could feel his hands growing clammy.

Jaehyun craned his neck and searched the rowdy media crowd. Where were you?

“Jaehyun!”

At your voice, he turned and immediately almost stumbled backwards as you crashed into him for a hug. The feelings of you against him sparked a joy in his heart, a joy almost greater than winning. He enveloped you in a hug, holding your waist as he nuzzled his face into your hair. Your scent of honey and jasmine was intoxicating, alluring and a welcomed change from the smell of smoke and rubble.

The two of you had been dating for about two years now, each day together better than the previous. After he’d caught up with you that day, it was as if you were seeing a different Jaehyun from the one you’d seen in his apartment. That Jaehyun who had caught up with you at the bus stop was the old Jaehyun you’d missed and it was as if a switch somewhere had been flipped. To this day, he had never admitted what changed while you were gone for those few minutes. He had subsequently apologised for everything he’d done, even things you didn’t see a problem with. It was shocking to say the least to see the unapologetic Jaehyun apologise for anything at all, but not more shocking than what entailed a few days later.

It started with a vase of luscious red roses being sent to your workplace followed by an invitation for dinner. Before you knew it, the boy you’d loved almost all your life was courting you with a passion. It felt like a complete dream, so much so you had been afraid to wake up suddenly and realise it was all just your imagination. He’d been more of a romantic than he’d let on and many times, you had found yourself completely smitten by his stunts that stretched from learning how to make homemade chocolates for you on Valentine’s Day knowing that you liked them, even though he was well known as a terrible cook to sending flowers up to your doorstep every other week.

Within a couple of months, the two of you were dating and deeply, wildly in love.

Amidst date nights filled with laughter and kisses, he had also been steadily climbing his way back up the ranks of the racing world. After ditching his unhealthy lifestyle he had been living for the past year, the change was apparent. He’d started hitting the gym, eating healthier and before long, he was in prime condition to start racing again. Training was long and tough but he never did give up. He was more determined and driven than you’d seen him and though the old Jaehyun would have been gutted at a loss, this new, better version of him never fussed over a loss of any kind, instead learning from his mistakes.

All of his efforts had led to this ultimate moment, the taste of victory on his lips.

You noticed he had been shifting uncomfortably and you looked up, puzzled and concerned.

“Jaehyun? You okay?”

He looked at you, his ears red, a sign that he was anxious, nervous.

“Jaehyun? What-”

Your words got stuck in your throat as he knelt down on one knee, the lights overhead bringing out the sparkle in his eyes and the shine in his hair. Those dark orbs were so full of hope, anxiety and love all intermingled in one and you found it difficult to believe that those eyes were looking at you directly, the emotions in them all for you.

Jaehyun withdrew a tiny, velvet box from his pocket and popped it open. In the box, was a tiny diamond ring, glittering and absolutely regal. The diamond itself was beautifully cut and interwoven into the metal band with microfibres of white gold and it simply shone as the camera flashes went off. The crowd was going bonkers, screaming and cheering with wolf whistles.

“Y/n,” he spoke softly, his voice gentle. “You have always been there for me, always been my better half. We have been friends for over a decade and lovers for merely two but it seemed as if we always were meant for each other. It took me so long to realise that and there is not a day I don’t regret not realising it sooner. You are my everything - my past, present and future. Falling in love with you was gradual, unconscious. I guess my heart knew you the one before I even did. It started with me being in a dark, dark place where I drowned in my own self-hatred and insecurities. I was beaten, defeated and I just gave up. Where everyone did the same, you never did. You were like a beam of shining light, shining upon me and guiding me even if I didn’t notice it at the time. But when I did, you glowed even more brightly than I’d envisioned. I’d been oblivious to your beauty both inside and outside for far too long and god knows how much I fucking regret it. I’m different now though, because of you. I am the best version of myself right now because I have you in my life. You taught me how to love, allow myself to be loved. There’s no universe whereby I’d want to be without you. I can’t see myself without you in my life. I need you, I love you.”

Tears were beginning to stream down your face and the stadium had grown quieter, all tuning into what was happening.

Jaehyun looked up at you, hopeful and so full of love that you thought your heart might burst.

“So I guess what I’m saying is, will you marry me, y/n?” He asked breathlessly.

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Overdue // Bang Chan

🍄 | genre: smut (18+ !!! minors DNI) ☁️ | pairing: Stray Kids Bang Chan x gender neutral!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.1k 🌸 | includes: public sex (library/restroom), sub!chan, dom!reader, anal vibrator, handjob (giving), orgasm control, cum swallowing, praise, degradation, humiliation, practically no aftercare... sorry chan

☀️ | synopsis: Of all the people to have a crush on you, it had to be the sweetest, most innocent boy in your class, didn’t it? Channie’s always so adorable and kind. There’s no way you’d ever be able to ruin him... unless he gave you the chance, of course.

Everyone knows Chan has a crush on you. He doesn’t hide it nearly as well as he thinks. He’s usually the cutest, bubbliest boy on the planet, but around you he’s super quiet and shy. Although that might seem like a detriment to his chances with you, his meekness only makes him hotter, or at least in your perverted eyes.

There’s something primal inside you. You see this adorable, sheepish man and there’s a demon in your brain that tells you to ruin him. From what you hear from other people, Chan is very inexperienced, which makes you want him more. You don’t want to scare him away with your despicably naughty thoughts, and yet there’s something in his eyes that gleams when you look at him, and you know he feels it too. In your head, his innocence is all a façade, and you’re the only one that he wants to put him in his place.

There’s no time for that now. Finals are coming up and you have to study. The crowded library has students and strangers at every table, some with friends and others, like you, alone. Lucky for you, Chan is sitting alone across the room perfectly in your line of sight. His presence makes studying easier just because whenever you want to take a break, you can look at his pretty face.

Chan’s eyes catch onto yours as you look at him with the primal hunger you assume he’s fearful of. His breath hitches, not expecting to meet your gaze, especially when you look so demented. He looks back down at his textbook, rolling his finger over the page while biting his lip, although you can’t tell if it’s an anxiety lip bite or a horny lip bite.

Chan meekly walks over to where you’re sitting while his eyes are aimed down the floor. His arm reaches out to you, handing you a small remote controller with no prominent markings to hint at what it’s for.

“What’s this?” Your voice is a soft whisper as you lean towards Chan to make sure he hears you. He bites his lip and walks away, sitting back behind the desk as if nothing happened. His nose is buried in his book again before you have time to fathom what’s going on.

Shrugging, you put the controller on your leg before going back to your book, reading through a few pages before you catch a glimpse of the mysterious controller in your peripheral vision. The ambiguity of the situation is giving you a headache, and Chan’s shyness isn’t helping at all. You know you won’t get an answer from walking up to him and asking, so you take the remote in your hand after setting down your book.

The remote has two arrows: one facing up, and another facing down. The only logo on the control says a brand name you’ve never heard of. Your thumb hovers over the topmost arrow as you internally argue with yourself whether or not you should press the button. As you apply pressure to the button, you look at Chan. If this tiny machine controls any sort of explosive, someone’s in for a surprise.

He shakes. He bites his lip and he shakes. That’s it? What is this?!

You press the button again, making Chan cover his face with his sweater paws. Another press and you hear his knee hit the bottom of the table causing the surface to bounce. His hands run through his hair before he puts them in his lap, looking directly at you as you hold the remote with a puzzled look on your face. His face is a bright shade of pink. You’re still having trouble connecting the dots.

Chan points down, signaling for you to press the down arrow on the remote. You press down the button three times, undoing the damage you had done with the three other presses. Chan sighs and begins to walk over to your seat again. The only difference between last time and this time is that there was an evident bulge in his tight pants.

Chan kneels next to your seat, lowing his head since he can’t look you in the eye after seeing how you were eyeing his junk. “You know what that remote’s for?”

His voice is so soft and gentle that it makes your heart flutter. Despite his... problem, you can’t help but find him painfully adorable. Not wanting to speak too loudly, you just shake your head and look down at him.

“Will you follow me to the bathroom?” Wordlessly, you nod, him taking your wrist in his hand and practically dragging you to the public restrooms that were across the room. You don’t mind being behind him, though. He has a nice ass! He pulls you into a stall, his back against the door. “Promise not to tell anyone?”

“Chan, just tell me what this fucking remote is for.” You hold up the remote, pressing the up button right in front of his face. Chan bites his lip as you hear a light buzz from down below. The cogs are turning in your head as Chan just stares at you.

“It’s to control a vibrator,” he whines, “so if you could turn it down so I could talk-”

“Well why would I do that?” You turn it up, pressing the up arrow four times before seeing Chan writhe and almost fall to his knees, his legs shaking as he cups his erection in his pants. “Tell me baby, why’d you give me of all people this remote?”

“Y-you’re hot, and you’re c-cool... and I like you.” Chan pulls you into a hug, his arms tightly around your waist as you hug his shoulders. His head is right on your shoulder, nuzzling into you while the vibrator continues to, well, vibrate. “Please fuck me, Y/n.”

“Pull your pants down, big boy. Let me see where this vibrator is, yeah?” He nods at your command, backing up off of you and undoing his pants before dropping them to the floor. His underwear is just plain white briefs, but you can see his cock pressed against his tight underwear, a nearly perfect outline of his tip visible to you. He pulls his sweatshirt down, covering his bulge as you eye it. “Hey, no need to be shy! Do you want to stop?”

“No! No! It’s just embarrassing.” Fuck, he looks adorable. “I didn’t expect to get this far, heh.” Chan’s little laugh is so cute, and you can feel your cheeks heat up. He sighs and pulls his underwear down, his cock popping out, fully hard and already dripping with precum. “You want to see th-the vibrator?” He turns around, hands against the stall wall as he bends over. You can see the vibrating plug in his ass, his legs shaking as he feels more venerable than ever. “Is this good?”

You don’t respond. Rather, you grope Chan’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart to see the outer part of the vibrator in all it’s glory. You can see the power button on the end, but there’s no way you’re pressing that right now. One of your hands leaves his ass and goes to his cock, stroking from the base to the tip like you’re milking him for his cum. His body gets a chill when your finger runs over his slit. He wants to moan out so bad, but being in a library bathroom, that might not be the best idea right now.

You turn up the vibrator more, testing it’s limits. Already on the 6th highest setting, you want to see how far you have to take it before he cums. Chan’s breathing is erratic and heavy as you continue to jerk him off. He looks so weak in this position, but you want to make eye contact.

“Sit on the seat, baby boy.” You back away from him and turn off the vibrator from the remote, all of the pleasure leaving his body at once. Although he wouldn’t dare tell you, he was getting close until you stopped. He whines loudly, a little too loud, and right after you shut the lid to the toilet, he sits down and spreads his legs for you to get between. The vibrator feels even deeper in his ass now just from sitting. “Good boy~”

“This feels so dirty.” Chan’s eyes wonder everywhere but your face. He’s too embarrassed to even look at you right now. On the other hand, you’re staring directly at his lips, his bottom lip slightly red from his teeth. As filthy as this is, you’re too aroused to care.

“You’re the slut that wore a vibrator to the fucking library.” You lean up to his face, putting your hand on his chin to practically force him to look into your eyes. Tears well as his embarrassment fills his body, legs shaking just from the dominating look in your gaze. Chan could melt just from your aura. It’s astounding to him, how drawn he is to you despite your disinterest in him. “Don’t you have any shame, Channie~?”

“Please turn up the vibrator.” Chan’s cock is visibly throbbing between his legs, the leaky tip begging to be touched by someone who knows what Chan wants better than Chan himself, you. You laugh like a villain in a cartoon and turn up the vibrator, going up to the 6th highest setting just like before. He immediately raises his hips off the seat before you push him back down by his shoulders, your lips finally connecting with his.

With your hands snaking down his body, Chan’s mind is clouded with this overwhelming sense of neediness and wordlessness. There isn’t a thought in this man’s head aside from his cock and how slutty it feels to get a handy in a bathroom stall. Speaking of which, how did you get your hand there that fast? And why does it feel so good?

Chan moans loudly, “G-gonna cum.”

“Already?” You sigh, your hand relentlessly stroking him while you spit on his dick for more lubrication since his precum isn’t enough. “Dumb boy can’t think of anything other than cumming. Just hold it for me, alright? Or else this is all the action you’re getting from me.”

No, no, no! He can’t ruin this. He’s waited what feels like millennia to finally be touched by you. Chan takes a deep breath and tried to control himself, part of his sanity returning to him for a brief moment before you amp up the vibe, still firmly resting in his tight little ass. Chan screws his eyes shut, certain that if he were to look you in the eyes in this moment, he’d blow his load.

“Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” You’re basically drooling over the sight before you of the innocent Bang Chan letting you corrupt him. It feels way too good to be his first, like you’re guilty of a crime you don’t regret committing. “Good boy, such a good boy.”

Chan’s whimpers get louder to the point you have to shush him and remind him this is a public restroom. Despite nodding as if he understand, his sounds just get louder.

“You ready to cum now, cutie?” At your question, Chan hums a soft yes and continues his melody of whines. “Well, we wouldn’t want to make a mess, would we?”

You get on your knees and between his legs, your soft lips wrapping around the head of his cock as you continue to jerk him off. Chan’s eyes shoot open, the visual of your mouth on his cock overwhelming him, not to mention the increasing intensity of the vibrator thanks to your generosity with the remote control. Unable to hold it in any longer, he cums down your throat, the thick ropes filling your mouth with their bitter-salty taste. The taste doesn’t matter to you, though. You’re just happy to swallow.

As Chan catches his breath, you get off of your knees and rub off any dirt from your pants. “Give me your phone.”

“Huh?”

“Give me your phone, Bang Chan.”

“Alright...”

Chan reaches in his pocket to pull out his phone and hand it to you, not before unlocking it of course. You go into his contacts and add your phone number. “Text me sometime, okay? I’d like to play with you again, baby boy.”

“S-sure.” Chan awkwardly stands up before realizing his pants are around his ankles still. He pulls them up as you step out of the crowded stall, walking back into the library. There’s still plenty of people here, and they all stare at you as you go back to your seat.

Chan certainly didn’t help in easing their suspicions, his curly hair matted to his forehead from sweat and his pants laughably crooked.

Maybe next time you should teach him how to clean up after sex.

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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Moving Antics (M)

A/N: This was requested a while ago and I hope you will enjoy it! I always welcome feedback of any kind! Have a good day x

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (a tiny bit), dom!bias, very lowkey roleplaying??, reader wears a maid outfit (not in a degrading way)

words: ~ 5.4 k

tag list: @mochi-ficz (let me know if you wanna be tagged when I post new fics!)

People had told you over and over. Moving is a stressful, exhausting process. It would take a while for you to settle in. Until everything had found its perfect place, weeks could pass. At least that’s what everybody said. What they all failed to understand, though, was that being in love could make the most tiring experience fun. Was it stressful? Sometimes. Exhausting? Why don’t you ask yourself that, when you fell into bed like a walking corpse at night? But all it took was a glimpse at your boyfriend as he carried inside the box that said ‘anniversary gifts’ and it was all worth it. You were confident in one thing at least. In the settling in department you were both ranking foremost.

You had lived in the apartment for only a week, and you couldn’t have been more all-over-each-other. Somehow there seemed to be an unspoken challenge you had both taken on. Maybe you two could set a record for most surfaces in a flat someone could have sex on. Or perhaps you should have started marking the rooms and spaces you hadn’t been able to add to your list yet. There wouldn’t have been many left. At the moment, there was only one downside to being so head-over-heels in love. A lot of the boxes in the apartment had been left unattended, as if you only waited long enough, the things would start flying out of the cartons and miraculously sort themselves out while you could stay there, in bed with your lover between your legs.

But this wasn’t Hogwarts and you weren’t some magician. And so one rainy Saturday noon you decided it would be thatday. The day you finally put away all the things that were still in the boxes. Not that the day had been successful so far. It was 12 pm and you were in bed. The shower was running in the bathroom next door, and you wondered how you would convince your boyfriend and yourself that getting things done would be a worthwhile pastime. Telling yourself you would come up with a tactic with your eyes closed, you tricked yourself into daydreaming for a little while longer, cuddled in the blankets that still smelled like him.

When you heard footsteps approach, your mind snapped back to reality. He strut through the door like a nude model, searching for some clothes to wear. His smirk when he saw you eye him was prominent and made your stomach flip. It took every last will of yours to not ask him to come back into bed with you, forget all your earlier plans and live like you were the last people on earth.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked, finishing his outfit by pulling a shirt over his head. “I’ll make you some.”

You hummed, starry-eyed at his perfection. “Thank you,” you said. Quickly, he kissed your forehead and then walked off, presumably in the direction of the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, at the kitchen table, you finally brought up your wonderful idea.

“I think we really should unpack some more stuff today,” you said, “Don’t you think?”

“You’re right,” he said, “We’ve really been procrastinating.”

“You can say that again,” you laughed.

“Although I wouldn’t describe our scientific research of the last few days as completely pointless.”

“Our what?” you asked. You were getting up to put away the plates of your late breakfast.

“Us testing which room of the house is the most fun to have sex in,” he stated, matter of fact. “I vote for the bathroom.”

“You just love the mirrors,” you grinned, and he mirrored it.

“I do,” he said. His arms snuck around your waist from behind. “Almost as much as I love you.”

“I love you too, babe,” you said, “You know, there’s one room we haven’t tried yet.”

“The office,” he said. You turned your head and you kissed him deeply. In agreement you hummed, your arms wrapping around him. He pulled you closer, hands ghosting over the back of your thighs and up to your hips. You felt like jumping onto the counter and having him there, again, just like you had done it two days ago. But then you remembered you had other projects for the day. If you gave in to him now, you’d end up back in bed for the rest of the day, probably. Guilt was already setting in at the mere thought.

“Wait,” you pulled away and said, “We have things to get done.”

His nod was dilatory but then he seemed to recall his own determination from around two minutes ago. You wished you could have motivated him otherwise, but you were already struggling to spur on yourself to be productive. Then, you suddenly remembered something. Your eyes must have widened in surprise because he furrowed his brows at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Stay here,” you announced, “I’ll make sure we get through with this today.”

And you were off to your bedroom. You pulled the box out from the far back of your closet. Memories flashed your mind, of when you and your boyfriend had been watching a show together. One of the characters had been wearing a provocative maid outfit, and you still thought about the way he had grinned at it, or how he had said he found it cute, which you believed translated to sexy, but he had been a little shy back then.

Long story short you bought one. And what better occasion to put it to use than now? You went all out, stockings and heels as well as your attempt at fixing your hair quickly, which you knew didn’t really matter, since you would want it out of the way if you were really going to be emptying boxes. You strut down the hall, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The black and white costume just about covered your ass, and on your chest was a cutout in the shape of a cat’s head. The ruffles of the material bounced as you walked, excited to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Close your eyes!” you shouted. “No cheating!”

“I never cheat,” he said. You rolled your eyes, remembering his video game antics from the past.

“Before you say anything…this is supposed to be a motivation for us to empty the boxes. If we do that, we can have our reward,” you said.

“What reward?” he asked, eyes still shut.

“Open your eyes and you’ll know,” you said. Oh, how dearly you whished you could have captured his face on camera.

“Babe…,” he said. Then his mouth just stayed agape, as he ogled at you shamelessly. Just because he could. Because he was just thatlucky to have you.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Yes. Of course I do,” he said. His tone was emotionless because he was way too busy sorting out his own thoughts in his head. “But do you really think this is a good idea? How am I supposed to focus on anything but you?”

“We’ll figure it out,” you said. “Don’t you want to feel accomplished at the end of it all? If we don’t start working now, we’ll just end up feeling guilty. Again. Come on, let’s do this.”

“Alright,” he said. “Let me have one kiss.”

You laughed and granted him that one wish. His lips lingered on yours for a while. You knew he didn’t want to pull away. Neither did you. But at last, he had enough control to remove himself from you. It was the office that still needed the most work to be done. Cardboard boxes were piled on top of each other, labelled with some sort of theme or room of belonging on the outside. When you looked his way, he was only eyeing your legs. But then you grabbed the closest box to you and handed it to your boyfriend, and he snapped out of his trance.

Believe it or not, there were up- and downsides to the maid costume in this situation. The pros included feeling unnecessarily sexy whilst doing an unbelievably humane task, not getting too warm since you were already wearing little clothing and having your boyfriend virtually drooling over your appearance. The downsides were mostly reduced to one word: heels. Climbing a ladder and balancing three boxes on top of each other in your arms was an arduous task to begin with. Now add the possibility of twisting your ankle on the top step of a ladder and crashing to the floor, probably breaking your back or worse. You really couldn’t endanger the prospect of the fun you were planning on having later by taking that risk.

That’s why you chose to abandon the heels somewhere on the floor about half an hour into the process. And you came to the conclusion that finally getting over and done with what you had been procrastinating for the last week wasn’t all that bad. You were a whirlwind, running from room to room to make sure everything had its place. At some point he had turned some music on, and it was making everything even better. After all this time, you finally had your own place to decorate however you desired. As you admired how nicely things were coming together, you hummed to yourself quietly.

You weren’t sure whether he was having as much fun as you were. Especially not when you walked past him in the doorframe, carrying four pillows. Your ass – maybe not all that accidentally – brushed against his front as you entered the room. Innocence and feigned ignorance were on your face but you noticed exactly the way his eyes dwelled on you for a little longer until he got back to work.

But everything you could do he could do just as well. Fifteen minutes later, you were occupied with stacking books onto a shelf. Wanting them to stand in a very specific order turned out to be more time-consuming than you had anticipated. You heard his steps behind you, assuming he was going to walk past you. Suddenly his lips brushed against your exposed neck.

“Remember this song?” he asked. You hadn’t been focused on the music for a while now, but of course you remembered. “Remember when I fucked you to the beat of this? Because I do.”

“Babe,” you said. There was a little part in your brain that had the glorious idea of him having you right there, against the bookshelf. You wouldn’t even need to remove your clothes. With him, it took nothing but a few magic words and you felt like giving him all of you. No. It’s not time for that yet. Your rationality vanquished that little avid thought and pushed it away, back into your unconscious where it had come from. It wasn’t gone yet, only not so urgent anymore.

“You’re right,” he said. “We’ll save that for later. Just wanted to remind you of how much of a good time we can have.”

You only shook your head and grinned as he walked off, pretending to be blissfully unbothered. What goes around, comes around, after all. And you deserved that for pushing up against him earlier. It took a minute and you got back to sorting your book titles. Time passed surprisingly fast when you were being productive. Box after box emptied itself, almost as if your wish for magic powers had become reality. But it was just two people, who were so excited about their reward that they forgot to even take a proper break in between the chaos. And soon you were down to the last cardboard box. It was full of decorations you didn’t need for the current season.

Just a few more climbs up and down the ladder to the very top of the closet and you were done. He stood next to the ladder, handing you the things so you didn’t have to go all the way down each time.

“Last one,” he said, giving you a box with holiday lights. Successfully, you placed it in its new spot. When you finally made eye contact with him, he was already staring at you like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at. To be fair, from where he stood, there wasn’t much left up to his imagination. With your stockings on display, his eyes could probably go all the way up to your garter belt.

“Is this angle too revealing?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he said, making you laugh. Smirking, he took your hand as you stepped off the ladder. You stumbled into his body as you grinned at each other. You both had the same thing on your mind, without a doubt. It was like a little inside joke you had made up just now, making you flirt through looks and small touches. His hand rubbed the small of your back as he bent to your ear.

“My pretty maid, haven’t you worked enough for the day?” he asked. “All that teasing you did today must have been soexhausting.”

You nodded overly seriously, as if riling up your horny boyfriend was physically tiring work. “I hope I did a good job. Did I?”

“No one else could have done it better,” he said. “Now let me treat you, baby.”

You hummed with your mouth already too close to his to say anything. Then your lips finally crashed onto his. It was a little ridiculous how much you missed his touch after only hours of being without it. People had told you you’d get tired of being with each other all the time. But it had been years and you still wished you could have cuffed his wrist to yours because you loved him just that much.

Your tongues fought playfully as you pushed him against the closet front. Small noises came from both of your mouths, quietly agreeing that this was what you had been waiting for – more or less patiently. Your hands became busy with the buttons of his flannel. When you came across his bare skin underneath instead of a shirt, you smiled into the kiss. Every layer less to remove meant you were one step closer to what you wanted.

“We’ve never done it in here,” you muttered against his hungry lips. “That table looks nice, doesn’t it?”

He grinned. Your hands had already messed up his hair, but nothing came close to his dark eyes in moments like these. His look never failed to make your heart skip a beat while you wondered how you had ended up with the most handsome guy in the world.

“Will you think of us, if you ever sit there and work in the future?” he asked, leading you over to the office table. He dropped his flannel on the ground on the way.

“I always think about us,” you said. “But you can make sure this one stays especially prominent in my memory.”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he said, and kissed you again. Your ass was backed against the edge of the table and one of his legs pushed between your thighs. It made you whimper quietly in anticipation. He touched the little part on your thighs that was bare, playing with your garters. With your eyes closed, his tongue on yours and his hands being so close but so far from where you needed him, your head spun with dizziness. He was like a drug, like alcohol dripping straight from his lips and the more you kissed him, the less control you had over yourself. His attention gave you loose lips and the impulse to be risky, all whilst feeling so high up in the clouds you weren’t sure you’d ever find your way back down. You hissed when he pressed his fingers against your underwear.

“You’ll keep the dress on,” he said. “Will you?”

“Of course,” you obliged. “If that’s what you want.”

“Good girl,” he said, and he pulled aside your panties to slide his finger over the slickness that had formed between your thighs. As if on command, your hips moved closer to his hand as you whimpered at the too gentle friction. All afternoon you had been thinking of his hands on you. When you had watched him peel away the tape from the boxes, when he was taking your hand to help you down from the ladder and when he had run his fingers through his hair absentmindedly – all you could think about was how much you wanted those hands to grab your hips and for him to have his way with you.

“Take these off,” he ordered. His stern but gentle voice turned your insides into mush. It made you behave almost like a robot, no ifs ands or buts. When you usually liked to tease him, you knew not to test your limits when he spoke in this tone. Your underwear dropped to the floor and you kicked it a few meters away. Again, his hands ghosted under your dress and found your center. You felt like your knees would buckle from the way he rubbed small circles on your clit. Moaning quietly, you wrapped your arms around his neck for support, leaning your forehead against his chest for a moment. You let out small huffs and whimpers against his skin and nuzzled especially close to him when he touched that one special spot for a few seconds.

“Look at me.” He watched intently as your eyelids fluttered like your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head. You tried your best.

“Put your hands on the table by your sides,” he said. You hummed in disapproval but didn’t dare say so. After all, he could have also told you to put them on your back. And holding on to a wooden edge was still better than not holding on to anything, when you felt like a child standing on its feet for the first time. When he hooked his free hand under your thigh, lifting up your leg a little, your grip on the table tightened. You swore under your breath when he plunged two of his fingers into you. He curled them, pushing hard against your sweet spot and you curled your back in response.

All day you had gone without any sort of attention, when your head had been so full of things you knew you could do with him. The most release you had gotten – which was basically no release at all – was from pushing your legs together tightly when the dirty thoughts had become too much for your brain to handle. You knew it was your own fault for setting yourself up with this challenge. But now with your chest heaving and your head feeling like a tsunami of emotions was raging inside of it, you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would two hours ago. Maybe you should play this waiting game more often, instead of jumping onto each other any chance you got.

“You look so hot like this,” he said. At the sound of his voice your eyes opened. Those eyes. While they usually held loyalty and playfulness, they now only spoke of authority. He used his thumb to rub your clit whilst his fingers were still inside of you, making you feel like floating. You were his favorite sight, by far. Above all times he watched you, from waking up in the morning to falling asleep in his arms at night, right now was the most mesmerizing. Your parted lips were the entrance to heaven and the glow in your teary, desperate eyes was putting the evening sun to shame.

“I’m so close,” you moaned. Your chest was alternating between short puffs and not breathing at all. Maybe your brain was too focused on the bliss you were chasing to care about breathing for now. You couldn’t blame yourself.

“Don’t make a mess, baby,” he said.

“No, I won’t,” you said. “Can I touch you when I come, please?”

You gave him your most entreating eyes, knowing that even though he liked telling you what to do in the bedroom, not even the strictest boyfriend was immune to your puppy eyes. You suspected that if he had declined, you might have held on to him anyways. Too overpowering was the clamor inside your head that was telling you to be close to him.

“Only when you’re coming,” he said. “Not a second earlier.”

You nodded obediently as your eyes shut again. Good thing you were mere moments away from just that. His fingers moved quickly, now that he knew how close you were to your high. It robbed your breath all at once. And it did the job, after a short while. You whined and arched your back, your hands flinging around his shoulders. Your little noises came out muffled against his skin as you closed your legs around his hand. He barely moved his fingers anymore, but kept the pressure on your most sensitive spots, making sure you could relish in every last second of your orgasm. Only after a while your grip on him loosened, and you realized how your nails had been digging into his skin.

“Sorry,” you said, rubbing over the moon-shaped marks on his shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby,” he said. When he removed his hand, you shuddered one last time, but missed his touch already. His magic was always working on you. Even when he had just made you come, the mere sight of the bulge in his pants, ready to spring free, made you want to pull him right into your body again.

“You came so fast today,” he said. Softly, he kissed you, but you noticed the hint of hunger that he must had been feeling as you were coming down from your high.

“That’s what you do to me,” you admitted. “Do you think you’re the only one who felt tortured all day long? It was driving me crazy, too.”

“You seemed to have a lot of fun, messing with my head,” he said, smirking.

“You’ll find that it was worth it, after this,” you said. He raised his eyebrows in question. You were already stepping forward, dropping to your knees in front of him. Like a child on Christmas morning, his eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Aren’t you the prettiest maid?” he asked, the question obviously rhetorical. To him, you were the prettiest person in the whole universe. You tugged on his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight of his member, hard and red from all the waiting he’d had to endure. The way he looked at you from above made you feel small, but he stroked your hair out of your face gently and you knew this was exactly where you wanted to be right now, and any other day.

“Hands behind your back,” he said. You smiled and did as he said, holding your right wrist with your left hand on your back. He caught on to your reaction right away.

“You don’t even mind, right?” he said. You were already sitting straight, mouth open, your tongue protruding slightly. “You like it when I make it more difficult for you, don’t you?”

You only nodded and hummed a small yes, then he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue. At first, you only closed your mouth around it, not taking more of him. Your tongue licked over the swollen tip almost shyly. He groaned as he watched you test the waters. After all, he was the one who could control what you did to him. For now, however, he seemed to leave you your freedom to do what you felt like. You pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking over the tip ever so slowly. Then, you sunk your mouth further onto his length, taking as much as you could. It was so quiet you only noticed his uneven breathing as he eyed you from above.

“Shit, you’re so good for me,” he said. “Now stop with the teasing, will you? You know what happens if you don’t.”

You knew exactly. And so you shifted from your slow movements to quicker ones. You made sure to keep your tongue on him, especially when you moved your head away, swirling it around the tip now and then. His moans were music to your ears and only motivated you further. You had always loved his voice, when you sang to the song on the car radio or hummed his latest favorite song under the shower. But nothing compared to the way his voice sounded when you sucked him off. He seemed to be the most unrestrained then, not caring who heard him because he was way to obsessed with you sitting by his feet. The way he looked at you then made your stomach turn in pleasure. He didn’t even need to say anything or touch you. His overseeing eyes alone made you want him more than anything else.

His fingers in your hair curled, pushing your head further down on him. You focused on not gagging, your eyes closing. Tears brimmed behind your eyelids, but you were determined not to let them fall. Instead, you opened your lips a little wider and stuck your tongue out to make it easier for him to use your mouth however he desired.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, sighing in relief. You were awaiting treatment a lot rougher than the one he gave you, though. He thrusted into your mouth rather slowly, giving you enough of a break to remember to breathe. When you looked up at him with your sweetest eyes possible, his expression was a mix of strain and pleasure. You suspected he was trying not to overdo it just yet.

“Baby…can I fuck you or is that too much for you?” he asked. You perked up at his request. When you started humming around his length, he pulled away to let you speak.

“Please,” you said. “Fuck me. On the table.”

“Alright, my baby’s making the rules now, is she?” he said. “Come here.”

“I thought that’s where you wanted me to remember you, wasn’t it?” you asked, getting up.

“You’re right,” he said. You sat down on the edge of the office table with your legs parted for him to stand between them. Just once he kissed you. You wanted him to hurry, so you linked your heels behind his back, pulling him closer.

“Take me like a good girl.” He ran his cock over your slick folds, and he groaned when he felt your warmth on him. In response you nodded willingly, unable to wait a second more for him. Luckily, he didn’t plan on dragging out the anticipation any longer. With ease he slid into you, finding a familiar rhythm right away. As if you hadn’t just come ten minutes ago, you whimpered pathetically at the satisfaction. You leaned your weight onto your hands behind you, watching his cock enter you over and over. There was no limit to how many times you could have him inside of you. Every time it felt the same. Like he was completing you, all whilst simultaneously ruining you. His thrusts were sharp and as you raised your legs and changed the angle slightly, your eyes rolled back for a moment.

“Harder,” you asked, even though you were already overwhelmed.

“You want more?” he asked. You hummed a yes and nodded quickly. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He didn’t disappoint. He never did. Swiftly, he pushed your legs further open and pounded into you, making your body shake every time his hips slapped against yours. It drove you borderline mad. A part of your brain urged you to praise him, to let him know what he was doing to you. But then, those unspoken words between you were inconsequential. You didn’t need to tell him how good he was. He could read it in every part of your body. He saw it in the arch of your back, in your curled toes and in your lip that was captured between your teeth. He heard it in the way you moaned and said his name like he was your savior.

Plus, you would tell him all about it afterward. But that wasn’t what your mind was focused on momentarily. It was the way he hit your sweet spot every time and you could barely breathe normally amidst your whimpers. You hadn’t even introduced yourself to all your neighbors yet, but they most certainly had taken notice of your arrival in the new apartment.

“Can you use your hands for me?” he asked. “Show me touching yourself, baby.”

His words and the look of dominance in his eyes was all it took, and without second thought your hands went to your center. You sucked in a breath at the added pleasure. It was almost too much at first, but then you let it all in. Like a wave was crashing over you, your eyes closed, and you hummed from the intensity.

“That’s it. Make yourself come again,” he said. “You can do it again.”

“Yes,” you said, almost breathed with the weakest voice. Your body had other things to focus on at that moment, letting your vocal chords do whatever they felt like. You clenched your walls around him and the knot in your stomach tightened with every little circle you drew on your clit. His usually tender eyes were everything but that as he watched you revel in the pleasure.

“So fucking hot,” he groaned. You tried hard to uphold eye-contact through fluttering eyelids and furrowed brows. “Good girl, keep going. Tell me when you’re coming.”

You hummed a yes as one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, the other remaining on your hips so he could push your body against his own with every thrust. After all this time of being with him you knew what it meant when his moans became higher pitched and he seemed to not realize his mean grip on your skin – not that you minded. You loved seeing the marks he left on you, especially when you had nowhere to be the next days. It always made him hungry, when he saw the dark spots on your skin, like a fading memory of what you had done.

A curse fell from his perfect lips and his thrusts turned sloppy as he came inside of you. His face, all twisted in bliss and from exhaustion, was all you needed.

“Stay inside of me. Just for a little while, please,” you plead, fingers on your clit rubbing at the quickest speed you could muster. “I’ll come if you stay.”

“I’m right here,” he said, slowing his actions until he was just filling you up, but now moving anymore. “It’s okay. Come for me.”

Just having him there, stretching out your walls and making you feel so close to him was all you really needed. And his words of affirmation sent you over the edge in no time. It was a toe-curling, mind-bending surge that overcame you at your release. Stars danced delightfully behind your closed eyelids while you tried to process all of it. He gripped your hand that was touching your clit and pressed it down, urging you to go on for a little while longer. You whined in sensitivity, feeling like your legs would give in, even though you were already sitting down. For just another while, he dragged out your orgasm as you struggled to control your overwhelmed senses. He distracted you by bending forward and letting his lips graze yours.

“You did so good,” he said. “My pretty maid.”

You whimpered and then sighed when he finally lifted your hand away from between your legs. Only then you could scrape together some words.

“We both did good today,” you grinned. “And I mean not only the last half hour.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Tomorrow we could tackle those last boxes in the kitchen. What do you think?”

“Can the maid outfit make another appearance?” you asked.

“I was hoping it might,” he said, kissing you softly. Your tired limbs and mind welcomed his gentleness as your hands went to his hair. You could already guess how the next day would go, then. But truth be told, you didn’t mind it one bit.

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neoaevis · 3 years

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“Our Little Adventure”

A/N: Hiiii Bbbys this is my first ever time to collab with @neosmutcollective for their ncssunnyside and aah everything in this fic is fluffy and that boyfriend lovely vibes sooo yeaa I hope you enjoy as much as I do 🎀

“NOT PROOFREAD”

Warnings: Pet Name(Princess), Smut, Semi-public sex(?), Tent Sex

Word Count: 2764

Summary: It's finally summer break so your boyfriend planned for the two of you to have a staycation near the beach to get away from the city for a while, little did he know you prepared a suprise for him, you finally agree to give him your v card and with that your staycation will be one of the most special events in your relationship.

The long-awaited summer break for all the students in campus is finally here, most importantly a most awaited one for you because your boyfriend told you that he plans to take you somewhere special to get away from the city for a while.“Y/N, so where is this special place Jaemin is planning to take you” your friend Winter asks as she packs her things from her locker, you peek at her locker and sighed at her question because honestly you don’t know where Jaemin is planning to take you as he said he wants it to be a surprise.“Actually he wouldn’t tell me he said it’s a surprise” her mouth had a “O” shape when you told her about it, and it made her look at you for a glimpse second.“Do you plan loosing it this summer?” Winter asks you but you seem to not understand her question so you furrow you eyebrows, as you do so she finishes up her last item to pack and then turns around to look at you “You’re v-card” it was now your turn for you’re mouth to turn into a “O” as you think about what she just said.“Well I don’t know I feel really scared” you admit to her because truth be told you’ve always opened up to her how you and Jaemin would always try to start making out but it would never go beyond that though Jaemin is not forcing you with anything you feel his bulge every time beneath your core and wanting to go further but is too scared to do so, that’s why it always just end there “I want to give it to him but I lack the balls to do so” you tell her as you fidget with your hands.“Y/N, it’s Jaemin don’t worry ok, you’ve been inseparable ever since we were kids and I know you trust each other, so I think it will be well if it leads further to that but still don’t force yourself if you don’t like” she tells you caressing your shoulders to comfort you, but she then remembers something as she then searches in her bag, as she found it she released a relieved sigh before handing it to you, you looked at it carefully and as you looked at it further it was a condom, you were about to ask her why she has a unused box of condom but the very man itself you were talking about suddenly begins calling your name from the halls so you quickly hide the box in your bag.“Y/N, Y/N” he called as he run towards you hugging you from the back “I missed you” he exclaims and just then he notices Winter so he greets him too “Hey there Winter” Winter gave him a smile back and said “Hey there too Jaemin” as she checks her locker for one last time to make sure she did not leave anything.“You guys better enjoy your trip” she said as she was finally done with her arrangements “We will” Jaemin said while still hugging you from the back, Winter was about to move a step forward when you grab her arm “Yes Y/N?” she ask in an angelic tone playing innocent about what she just gave you.“You will have to explain to me about that” she furrows her brows to act confuse and instead of answering you she just pats you in the shoulder and winked as she finally made her way out of your bubble.“Is something wrong” Jaemin ask as he spins you around to pin you over the locker on your back, you look him in the eye as you push him away from you “No PDA right Jaem” you pick your things up so you can finally leave school to go home “You seem suspicious” Jaemin says as you both begin walking.“Nothing is wrong Jaemin, Winter just broke one of our secret pacts that’s all” you opted to lie to him as you can’t tell him the real truth why you are all fuzzy, he grabs your arms to look at you “Are you sure” he asks to check if you are lying, you look him in the eye and told him “Yes, Jaem that’s all” he gave you a smile as he grabs the things you are holding for him to hold it instead.You and Jaemin head towards his car to drive to the secret destination Jaemin planned, what’s sad about this trip though is that it’s only going to be a staycation because your parents will be back two days from now and unfortunately you and Jaemin still haven’t really told them about your relationship nor your trip because your parents are on the stricter side.Jaemin opens the door for you and once you were set he quickly went inside, he immediately looked at you with a big smile and asked “Are you excited princess?” he caressed your face with his thumb as you lean your face towards his touch “More than excited” you cited while thinking about your plan for him too, the drive was filled with wonder as Jaemin made you laugh and secured at the same time he was the best boyfriend and best friend you could ever wish for.“We are here” Jaemin announced to wake you up from your mini slumber because the drive was so long, you gave her a grin like smile as you stretch your arms doing so Jaemin quickly heads out the car to open your door for you to help you out, he also pulled out a blind fold which makes you knit your brows “Trust me I have a surprise you will like” and with his words you agree to be led blindfolded to the magical place he prepared.He walked you with outmost care and patience guiding you properly so you won’t fall, with one last step he pulls the blindfold open for you to see the most romantic surprise ever, he prepared a dinner near the beach with a tent set up near it “I know it’s not much but I hope you like it” Jaemin tells you while scratching the back of his head “What do you mean not much Jaem this is too wondeful and no words can describe how happy I am” your words filled his face with a colorful smile instead of worry that once filled him “I’m glad you like it” you turn to him to kiss him passionately to thank him, when he breaks the kiss he led you to the dinner table.The dishes he prepare were both of you’re favorites that’s why you can’t help but appreciate him more, “Jaemin how could you prepare this wonderful thing oh my god” you moaned as you munch on your food “Well of course anything for you, did you know I even woke up early to prepare this” he bragged even though truth be told he hired someone to set the table up and ordered some of the dishes from a restaurant he enjoys but though he actually cooked two of the dishes you have right now but nevertheless he is glad that you are enjoying.The dinner was absolutely amazing and as you finished both you and Jaemin decided to take a stroll in the fresh air to digest also to be able to star gaze, you both held hands never letting go of each other while smiling like fools each time, this is how you feel when you’re madly in love Jaemin thought as he can’t help but admire every little thing about you.The sky was getting darker making it a signal for the both of you that it’s fairly late so you decided to go back and head to the tent but you can help but stop at the entrance of the tent “Are we sleeping in one tent?” you ask him feeling the heat creep up your cheeks “Oh I just brought one but I’ll just sleep in the car” he said as he was about to grab his pillows but before doing so you tug at his shirt “N-no stay sleep here with me” you tell him with a bit more confidence.With that here you are both now widely awake next to each other, Jaemin joked to break the tension that was clearly visible as this was the first time you are sleeping beside Jaemin for the whole night, not that you two are a innocent little couple it’s just you still feel shy all the time.The night went on and so did Jaemin’s jokes he made you laugh too much that your stomach aches already, but as time pass it’s as if slumber was taking a toll on him so he joked less and was already shutting his eyes, silence filled the room then but as it did you remember your plan that you have forgotten, one side of you tells you to just drop it but one side of you tells you to not that’s why you choose the latter and grew the balls to do the act “Are you sleeping Jaem?” you turn to him as you plop one elbow to look at him, he opens his eyes to smile at you and asked “Something wrong princess” you trace his nose down to his lips which makes him giggle as you stopped in his mouth he kissed it which makes you giggle, you stopped and looked at Jaemin seriously this time before you suddenly kissed him passionately, with your kiss for Jaemin his once drowsiness was now gone as he kept wanting more as the kiss grows more passionate.✄Somehow all the kissing has brought you sitting down in Jaemin’s body to be connected to each other more, you were both severely making out teeth clashing, heavy breathes and moans filling the room, you also feel his growing bulge underneath you that’s why Jaemin begins to slow down but you were not planning to so you begin grinding you’re hips to feel him and for him to feel you so he suddenly breaks the kiss and held you in place “Y/N stop that, if you continue that I might not be able to control myself and take advantage” he said as he pants catching his breath “Then don’t , don’t control yourself” you said as you pushed him down for him to lie down as you re-start grinding at his crotch, Jaemin was in awe with your statement even wanting to stop you but pleasure was over taking him more and more that’s why instead of breaking free he grabs you to make him be on top of you, now it was you’re turn to be in awe to see this side of Jaemin, he begins by kissing you from you’re forehead , nose then stopping by your lips to kiss you deep, slowly he is down your neck savoring each area until he sucked that sweet spot earing a moan from you, he made a pattern he would suck, lick and kiss and his pattern made you feel so restless due to your aching need down there that’s why you tug at his shirt for him to pull it off to which he gladly did, when he removed his shirt you can’t help but admire his finely toned body so your hands went traced his chest, abs until your down to the place that covers his manhood “Y/N he moans” you quickly stopped what you were doing to strip yourself off your dress leaving you with only your under garments, your bra and panty were a matching pink with bows that really depicts your style, cute and feminine.Jaemin quickly kissed your shoulders slowly and sensually while his hand is pulling down the straps of your bra and the other hand finding the hook to unclasp it, once he unclasped it you suddenly feel the cold and begin to feel shy you quickly covered yourself but Jaemin removes your hands “It’s alright princess ok” he tells you so you quickly remove your hands from your breast for him to finally see it, he looks at you in the eye before he gives his full attention towards your breasts while circling your cloth clit, you couldn’t help but arch your back with the too much pleasure you are having, once Jaemin decided he had enough with your breasts he pulls you panty seductively after he saw your pussy he quickly dived in licking it which makes you shiver, he begins eating you out slowly while he pups one finger inside you, you begin tugging at his hair and slowly his pace was too slow for you that’s why you ask him to go faster “Jae-Jaemin oh holy I- I want you more” he stops what he was doing to look at you “How do you want me more?” he asks which makes you go insane “I want, want you to eat me faster” you said as you finally let go of your shyness, he does what you said he indeed fasten his pace, he ate you with much vigor and began pushing two finger inside you which you did not expect, it felt like the best thing ever that’s why soon you were cumming all over him.You were a huge mess, shivering but as you do Jaemin begins undressing himself further by removing his pants and boxers to finally free his fully erect cock that leaks with pre-cum, he pumps it a few times before opening your legs and gliding inside smoothly, the stretch hurt it was nothing like how his fingers stretched you but as soon as he was in you remembered something “Jaemin baby wait condom” you shouted and he cursed under his breath that he forgot about that one “I-I don’t have one he says” you point your bag at him “I-I have in my bag the bigger zipped part” you said which makes him shocked for a bit that you are prepared about this and that you did not make him stop midway, he pulled out for a while and began searching your bag, you moved your head away from him closing your eyes a bit to re think what you are currently doing and just then he arrives with wiggly hands, he unboxes the condom and removes it’s foil then gently sliding it in his cock.He slides inside you once again as you feel the stretch once more but this time deeper, he stops to let you adjust “Tell me when you’re ready” he tells you while holding himself back “I’m ready you tell him” Jaemin went really slow to not hurt you and it honestly still hurt and it was visible in your face that’s why to distract you he kisses you lovingly and begins whispering sweet words, once the hurt turned into pleasure you made him go faster, he went in a fast pace so fast that your tits were bouncing and all there is in your mind was how good he feels inside you that’s why soon after you began seeing stars and painted his cock with white, he let you recover from your high before he began ramming into you again but this time in a new position, you legs we in his shoulder, that position made him reach places you never knew he could that’s why for the third time that night you clench around him “A-are you going to cum again baby?” he asks as he begin to rub your clit to stimulate you more of your release “Oh-oh fuck Jaemin y-yes” you said stuttering, the place was filled with heavy moans “Cum with me baby” he says as you both came together.✄Jaemin stayed inside you for a while until he finally soften and opted to lie down beside you “T-that was amazing” you say looking at him which made the both of you laughed “Y’know you beat me into it, I was actually planning something about it” you tear your gaze away from him as you feel shy “I-I actually thought this was the right time” you said stumbling with you words which made Jaemin smile widly “Oh and well you have to explain to me why you have a condom in your bag” he grins at you as you open your mouth to find the proper word to explain, but before you could Jaemin captured you in a kiss that’s ever so sweet.

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missskzbiased · 3 years

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Three Words and Then Four

Summary: You couldn’t believe he would choose you over anyone else, but he did... The three words fell from his lips with ease, but you couldn’t accept the fourth one, hidden in his confession.

WC: 1,1 K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

AUs: (Implied) Idol!Chan, Confession

Pairing: Bang Chan X GN! Reader

Rebloggable Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Warnings: Insecurity, low self-esteem (?)

Notes: This is just a blurb. I reviewed it, but I wrote it on my phone and it might have some mistakes along the way. Please overlook them lol

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I love you.

These three words sounded like a foreign language even though you knew fairly well what they meant. It had been your dream to have those exact three words falling from his lips for what felt like an eternity, but somehow it didn’t sit right in your stomach now that you heard them… It was like they would never belong together ─ just like the both of you ─, leaving a bitter aftertaste on your lips, despite how sweet it was supposed to be

It just didn't feel real.

"No, you don't" Your tone was as plain as your statement. There was no anger, no regret, and no resentment as you stared into his eyes, "You don't" The second affirmation intended to emphasize your beliefs, but you would never know who you were trying to convince then.

The way his smile faltered ─ like a relentless flame as you blow out a candle ─ had your heart aching. There was nothing but hurt in his mien; lips twitching and eyes wavering as if he didn’t know how to sustain your gaze… As if he didn’t know where he was… As if he lost everything. And, for a split of a second, you wondered if you didn’t blow out the candle too soon... If he really didn’t mean it... If you weren't just afraid to be loved.

Your self-esteem wasn't as stubborn as a flame.

"You don't believe me" There was a question behind his words that you refused to answer, and the absence of response had him crumbling right in front of your eyes. He didn't cry ─ he had no reason to ─, but the usual giggly and soft Bang Chan you knew vanished just like the light of a bulb on its last breaths "Don't you? I mean- I thought we loved each other" He couldn't even look into your eyes as he said it; voice quivering as if he expected you to crush him mercilessly.

"You don't love me... There's no way you would" He gasped, mouth falling agape as he let the bewilderment shows in his face "I'm not good enough for you" A huff escaped from his lips at the same time his eyes lit up in understanding.

"You're more than enough for me..." He reassured you, taking a step closer to try and involve you in his arms. You took a step back, refusing to give in to your hopes "You're everything I ever wanted" He continued; uncertainty in his eyes replaced by confidence and something more... Something tender.

"No... I'm not..." You mumbled, taking another step back as he moved forward "I'm just the plain, old Y/N from always... I'm just your friend... I'm not like those gorgeous, famous idols around you..." The way your voice faltered could either be from your urge to cry or from the flustered state you found yourself in as Chan braced himself on the wall behind you, trapping you between them.

"The only difference I see is that I love you but I don't love them" He dismissed your thoughts, smiling reassuringly as his hand cupped your cheek with such gentleness that you could be made of porcelain and he wouldn't break you "There is nothing plain about you... There is not a single thing I'd change" He let his eyes dive into yours before he continued "Except maybe your eyesight or something... I'd change the way you see yourself" He admitted; caressing your skin so as to leave a path of affection behind.

If you couldn't feel his warmth engulfing your whole body, you would swear it was all a dream. But it wasn't. You knew it wasn't because not in a million years your brain could be that caring for you. Not in a million years, you would make up such soft and loving eyes as you met in front of yours ─ looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world. Not in a million years Bang Chan would be so clearly in love with you. Not in a million years, you would have believed in your own mind and thoughts as you believed in him.

Not in a million years, you would feel this loved.

"Is there any other reason why you would reject me?" He asked firmly; lips almost too close to yours to let you think straight "Am I wrong to think that you love me back? Am I too hopeful to think that we could be together?" He added, and the seriousness in his tone made it clear that he needed you to answer him this time.

He needed to know that he was just as special to you as you were to him. Somewhere in that insane head of his, there was a voice that made him believe that somehow he wasn't worthy… That he wasn’t worthy of you. And you couldn't believe how dumb of you it was to miss all the signs of how much he meant his words.

"I love you" The three words fell from your lips with such easiness that saying them was probably the easiest choice of your life.

I love you too.

That was his silent answer as he crashed his lips against yours; kissing you as if you could change your mind by any second now.

I love you too.

That was what his firm yet careful hands on your cheeks screamed to you. That was what his hold told you as he pulled your face incredibly closer. As his fingers slid to your jaw and brushed over your neck. As his hand left your nape to wander to your waist.

I love you too.

That was what his body said as every inch of your skin connected to each other; setting you aflame. His touch lit you up as if feeling him was the reason why you were alive. As if this was the last key to find your happiness.

"I love you too" That was what he said as he broke away from your lips, connecting your foreheads and sighing in relief and delight "Thank God I can say this 'too'..." He chuckled, arms wrapping you to pull you into a hug as he rested his face on the crook of your neck.

"I love you too" You muttered as he lifted his head to stare into your eyes "And thank God I can say this too" It was your time to chuckle; studying how his gaze softened when meeting yours.

I love you too.

Those were the words muffled by your second kiss.

And every single one after that.

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jungcherie · 3 years

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Surprise!

—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: boss!yuta x secretary!reader

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 10K

—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: parenthood!au, angst, fluff(

—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: language, mentions of sex, child abandonment

—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: Yuta is a true businessman who has no plans to marry or start a family, however all this changes when someone leaves him a curious gift in his office and turns his whole life around.

—𝖣𝖠𝖣𝖣𝖸'𝖲 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖴𝖦𝖦𝖫𝖤𝖲 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳

He definitely had everything he ever wanted. A good job, a good home, a good life. Yuta felt that he had already accomplished everything he proposed in his life, and now he was dedicated to enjoying it through small pleasures, or that was what he called them.

The murmurs fill the floor in which you work, the situation is getting out of your hands and in an attempt to control the chaos that was forming, you bravely entered your boss's office, without even knocking on the door first.

"Sorry to interrupt" you said with disgust, looking as the guy you were helping with work wiped the saliva off the woman who accompanied him in his office, Yuta had told you not to interrupt but it was something important and that he would surely be interested in . "There is something for you Mr. Nakamoto"

The girl left embarrassed without saying a word and you completely entered his work area. "Bring it to me" he said, avoiding looking at you as he 'organized' papers from his desk. You sighed before leaving and meeting a crowd of excited ladies, you took his hand, apologizing to the women and appeared in front of Yuta for the thousandth time that day. You closed the door for more privacy, being afraid of what might happen.

When Yuta finally deigned to look up, he looked at him and then at you with derision. "Where the fuck did this kid come from?" came out of his mouth not caring that a minor was present. Anger seized your body and you covered the child's ears with both of your hands, giving your stupid boss a disapproving look. "Be careful with your words" you begged him.

The little boy, who understood absolutely nothing of what was happening, stared at Yuta. He hadn't spoken much since he appeared in the building, and the way things were going, he wasn't going to speak for a while longer.

You didn't know what to say to Yuta, or actually, you did, but you didn't want him to hear it from you. So instead, you crouched down at the boy's height and spoke sweetly to him to ask what he had given you upon arrival. With slow, clumsy movements, he handed you the white envelope that had Yuta's name written in italics. You took it and gave it to the oldest in the room, the man was dying of impatience and intrigue that snatched the paper from your hand, abrupt and without delicacy.

Yuta's eyes moved from side to side as he read the contents of the letter. You went back up to his level and whispered softly in his ear, "Why don't you go make a drawing for me, ok?" Then he went to a corner and took out of his little backpack sheets and colored pencils.

"There is no way this motherfucker is my son" Yuta said laughing and returning the letter to you. You clenched your jaw again, holding back your rage and the urge to punch him in the face to make him retract. "Yuta, please" you spoke in between, you always called him by his surname and he at that very moment, felt fear when he heard his name come out of your mouth and be pronounced by your sweet voice.

The thing is serious.

"It's a boy, for God's sake, you can't be that gross"

Yuta sat down and took a large gulp of the coffee that burned his entire tongue and throat, however he didnt care, the bitterness of what was happening made him immune to the heat of the drink. "He is not my son"

You too had taken a seat across from him, and crossed your arms and legs. "How sure are you?" You asked to make him doubt "One hundred percent sure" he replied back. You sighed, taking a quick look at the child, verifying he is not doing anything wrong.

"Aren has your face, Yuta" you confessed softly looking into his eyes. "Are you sure he's not yours?"

"Completely," he exclaimed shamelessly, it seems he didn't care if you left the formalities. "How old is he?"

You turned around again and spoke out loud. "Aren, how old are you?" The plan you had was for your boss to lower his guard and soften his heart when he heard the little boy speak, but all you got was him stopping what he was doing and show you four short little fingers.

"He's not mine," he repeated again and you rolled your eyes. Although you had only entered two or more years ago, that time was enough to decipher Nakamoto's behavior. Your foot tapped on the ground, thinking, Was it time to cross the line and maybe lose your job?

Fuck it.

"Do you remember his mother?" If he responded as you thought, everything would go as you wanted. "Of course" he answered. "What method of birth control did you use?" you asked without filter. You two were adults, you should not be ashamed of this, but inquiring into his personal (and sexual) life was the inconvenience, you hoped with all your being he would come to his senses from this.

Yuta was silent, staring at the desk, dumbfounded, not even blinking. You leaned into his field of vision. "You don't remember do you?"

"No," he whispers barely audible, his hands starting to shake and the chill runs up his spine. "Now the chances are fifty and fifty" you said. "He is not my son" he answered, again.

"Whether it's your son or not, Aren arrived here with a backpack full of pencils, sheets, personal documents and that letter. He has no clothes, he has no place to sleep and most importantly, he has no one to take care of him" Yuta avoided looking at you, and just as Aren had done at first, he stared at him. What the fuck was he going to do?

"You know what? Find out how he got here, talk to security, check the cameras, his mother must be somewhere" your boss ordered you and you jumped out of his seat to go do what he asked. When the two of them were left alone, he ran his hand through his hair without taking his eyes off Aren, who was drawing very quietly.

"Holy shit"

The door opened again, showing only your head and with a frown, you scolded him.

"Vocabulary"

You hated this company and more than anything, you hated Nakamoto Yuta with enthusiasm. When HR called you to have a direct interview with him, you knew from the beginning how superb that man was.

You were not going to deny he was attractive, however, the way he acted by choosing you as his secretary made your blood boil, because he hadn't chosen you for your experience and dedication, Yuta hadn't even seen your resume.

He had chosen you just because you looked hot.

And thank God he never tried to seduce you like he did with all the cute receptionists who walked into his office, he wanted you only to receive compliments from his other colleagues. Nakamoto Yuta was a promiscuous man who was seen to be paying the price for his unstable relationships.

You spent the whole morning talking with security and checking the surveillance cameras, hoping to find something that could tell you where Aren's mom was, but there was no answer or clues about it.

"Good morning, Mr. Lee" you said when you saw Mark in Yuta's office. Both were leaning on the desk watching all Aren's movements, who was already with his eighth drawing. "Good morning, Y/N" he replied.

"Could you find something?" Yuta spoke now, clearly impatient for the presence of his supposed son, you shook your head and he snorted in protest.

"He arrived alone in a taxi and was the driver who helped him get in. No women."

The room filled with silence before Mark spoke to break it. "I'm sorry dude, but Aren looks the same to you"

Of all the men who worked here, Mark was the only one who had been kind and generous to you, quite the opposite to Yuta, you still didn't understand how such a beautiful person could be friends with someone like your boss.

"Shut the fuck up, Mark."

Again, you stood in front of the man and scolded him for cursing. The other saw the situation very funny, the smile on his face gave him away. "Language, Yuta" mocked his friend. Yuta just complained. "Is there any other clue? His backpack maybe?" he asked with hope.

"Aren" you called him. "Would you give me your backpack for a second please?"

The little boy ran towards you with the red backpack, giving it to you, but not before taking out a plushie that he carried inside of it and taking it with him again to the corner of the room. There was a folder full of papers, birth certificate, ID, vaccinations and nothing more than that.

"Nothing relevant" you said as you looked at all the evidence on the table. "At least he is not non-existent for the State"

Today was supposed to be a wonderful day for Yuta, and the only thing he was gaining was falling behind with his work and stressing about a little person who, according to others, was just like him.

"Haven't you thought of a DNA test?" Mark speaks when he sees you two had run out of resources and ideas. You opened your eyes and nodded effusively even though Yuta was looking at his friend instead of you. "Think like this, you take the test and if you are not the father, problem solved, you leave it in an orphanage or something"

Yuta had thought it was the best idea, and he was convinced he had no blood connection with Aren so he could leave him in care of others, but Mark knew he was very easy to fool, especially when he was drunk. Who knows how many times he didn't use a condom because 'they were on the pill.'

Who knows if he has more unrecognized children.

"Definitely, I'm not going to let you leave Aren in an orphanage" you intervened when listening to Mark. "He must have a family, some uncle or grandfather, we should investigate more"

"What if he is? I mean, he isn't, but what if he is even if he isn't?" No one answered, Mark shrugged and you opened your mouth without knowing what to say. "Anyway, figure it out for tonight, that's what I pay you for"

You were about to protest when the two men came out and left you alone in the office. Aren approaches you with one of his drawings in his hand and gives it to you. "Oh, what is this?" You asked him to explain his artwork to you.

"This is you, this is me and this is the man" he pointed to everyone on the paper, you frowned. "Man? Yuta?" he nodded. "This cockroach is Yuta?" Aren nods again. "Why?"

"Because nobody loves him"

Yuta could barely focus on all the meetings he had, the tension was growing stronger in his shoulders and if he usually seemed angry, right now, it was worse.

The working day was over and as a coward he is, he wanted to go to his house as soon as possible, until Mark's voice interrupted him in his attempt to escape.

"Yuta" he closed his eyes and used he turned to look at him, fearing that his friend was with Aren. In fact, he was. "Take him home"

"We don't know where his house is" he excused himself and kept walking at high speed to avoid them. Mark started chasing him with the boy holding his hand. "Take him to your home" he replied back. "He has nowhere to go"

Yuta stopped again, sighed, took a look at Mark and then at Aren, who was looking at him with puppy dog eyes. He thought that by now, you would have it resolved, but Aren was still in the company and you had suddenly disappeared. "Okay"

Mark proceeded to release Aren and speak softly into his ear as Yuta looked at them impatiently. He knew his friend was good with children, a quality that he lacked, and of course he was never going to have. He had zero patience with adults, so his patience with minors was much less than zero.

The kid took Yuta's finger, leaving him a bit puzzled. What a tiny hand, he thought. Aren wasn't very comfortable with him, he didnt have a good first impression, however, somehow, Mark had convinced him with his words.

"Treat him well," the younger threatens him. "I sent your address to Y/N, she told me she will be at your place in a couple of hours"

After greeting Mark, Yuta looked at the finger taken from him and there was a rare exchange of glances between him and Aren, until the boy squeezed his finger twice and pulled him out of his trance. He shook his head and started walking towards the parking lot, when he got to his car, he stopped, thinking he didn't have a baby seat.

Aren looked at him and squeezed his finger again to get his attention. "This is your car?" he asked, pointing at it. He just nodded and Aren ran out to open the door and go inside.

Everything was so strange for Yuta, many times he would stare at him without realizing it, he would analyze all his movements, and from the way he had put on his seat belt alone, Aren was familiar with the use of the vehicle.

"You don't talk much, uh" Yuta said while being on the road to go to his house, then frowned in confusion, was he talking to a child? He denied in response to Yuta's question. "Why?" Aren shrugged.

Once at home, more problems arose for Yuta.

He ordered food because he had nothing in the kitchen, meanwhile, Aren was still wasting sheets and pencils by drawing and he was biting his nails out of despair.

The bell rang and Yuta ran to the door hoping it was you who was on the other side, clearly, it was you. The sigh of relief and annoyance he let out made you confused.

"Calm down, you've only been with him for like two hours and he doesn't have bad behavior" you said entering with a bag in your hands. "I thought you'd have this figured out in a few hours and he's still here, damn it," he replied sitting on the couch in the living room, you smacked him on the forehead for the swearing.

"Now every time you swear, I'm going to hit you, I don't care if you're my boss" your warning made him calm down a bit, and you proceeded to speak again. "I brought some clothes" you started taking the colorful clothes out of the bag you brought. "It's my nephew's clothes, since he didn't bring any suitcase with him, he can wear this until you buy him something."

"Me? Buy him clothes?" You nodded. "No way," you rolled your eyes at how stingy Yuta was being. "Oh shut up, you have money, if you can afford this home you can buy your son some clothes"

"He's not my son" he hums annoyed.

"Yeah, whatever, talking about that, I'll make an appointment for you to do a DNA test tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you, you are my savior" Yuta thanks you in agony and you walk over to see what Aren was doing. "What are you doing, beautiful?" you ask him, and as usual, he doesn't speak.

"Hey, they're talking to you, brat" you slapped his leg, and when Yuta wanted to protest, you pointed at him and he was silent. "Have you eaten?" Aren shook his head.

"Food is yet to come"

You thought you already spent too much time in that house, so after talking a bit with your supposed boss son, you got up to say goodbye and go home. Yuta was still nervous, he didn't dare to ask you if you could bathe him, change his clothes, or in the best case, take him with you. You noticed how he was biting his nails impatiently and that gave you a strange feeling.

"Where is he going to sleep?"

The man in front of you dropped everything he was doing and replied.

"On the couch," a killing look made Yuta shrug and look confused. "What?"

"Let him sleep in your bed and you sleep on the couch"

"No way, it's my bed" how possessive and idiotic he was being was frustrating you a lot more than when both of you are in the office. "It's a boy, Yuta"

"Well, I let him sleep in my bed if you please bathe him and change his clothes"

You were silent looking at him for a few seconds before giving a thunderous laugh that made Yuta look at you like you were crazy. Tears were coming out of your eyes, and you shook your head.

"Start getting into the role of father and bathe it yourself"

Speechless, you left the house with a Yuta confused, outraged and wanting to cry.

The next day, early in the morning, you were in the office waiting for Yuta to show up, he had an important meeting in about fifteen minutes and he gave no sign of life.

"Good morning, Y/N" Mark's voice made you take your eyes off from the computer in front of you, he was standing with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Good morning" you replied just to check your phone for a message.

"Yuta doesn't appear right?" He walks up to you and looks unashamedly at the screen. You shake your head and sigh resting your hands on your face. "All I hope is he didn't kill Aren," you said eagerly. "I don't even know how he agreed to go with him."

"I convinced him," Mark says, proud of his accomplishment, and sits in one of the chairs next to you. "I've talked to him a bit and now he trusts me"

Slowly, you watched Mark take a sip of his coffee. You couldn't deny one of the qualities you liked the most in a man was knowing how to deal with children.

That's hot.

"Hot?" He asks, confused. Quickly, you shook your head to remove that thought. "Yes, the coffee" you said, trying to save the conversation and not look ridiculous.

"What did you tell Aren exactly?" Mark shrugged, taking another sip. "Maybe I will give him a gift if he stayed to live for a while at his house," you laughed, not knowing whether to scold him for bribing a child. "And do you have that gift?"

"Maybe, I mean, I wouldn't mind buying him something."

The sound of the doorknob interrupts your conversation with Mark, and when you open the door, Yuta is shown with a tired face and Aren holding his finger, about to fall out of sleep, with his backpack and the same clothes you gave him last night.

"You need to be in the meeting room in five" you approached him to take Aren, who upon coming into contact with your arms, snuggled up and his eyes began to close. "What happened to you? You always arrive before me"

"I didn't sleep any shit" says Yuta rubbing his eyes and widening them to stay awake. He looked terrible, his dark circles were very marked. You walked around and hit him on the forehead. "But—"

"Nothing, I told you yesterday, and doesn't matter if Aren is sleeping and can't hear you" you walked to the desk and gathered all the necessary papers to give to your boss. "What is that smell?" Yuta asks making noise and wrinkling his nose. Mark raises his cup, showing him it was probably the coffee what he was smelling. He hadn't uttered a word since his friend entered, and more after seeing the state in which he was.

"Did you guys have breakfast?" you asked stroking Aren's hair. "No, I got up late and came almost running here, I would appreciate if you make me a coffee"

You sighed, the fucking son of a bitch wasn't able to give him a breakfast. You didn't ask for it to be a large and abundant one, just buying a chocolate milk and a couple of cookies in a store was enough.

He didn't do anything anyway.

"You know what? Get out sir, you have two minutes to get to the room, I'll get you your coffee once Aren has had breakfast."

Yuta left, leaving you alone again with Mark. He touched your arm with his hand and gave you a comforting look, he knew you weren't comfortable being his secretary but it was a well-paid job and it was what served you to be able to live.

You sat in front of the computer, Aren was asleep and you tried to wake him up so he can eat. You didn't know what had happened at Yuta's house, although if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that the kid was too tired to open his eyes. You took the backpack from him and made a bed out of the office chairs.

Once everything was secured, you went out to make the damn coffee for your boss.

One of the things you hated the most was showing up in a room full of men, you mentally cursed as you realized how stupid it was to agree to bring him his cup.

You entered without knocking on the door, causing everyone present to be silent as you walked towards Yuta. His face was resting on his fist, doing like he was paying attention to the screen in front of him when he was clearly in the clouds, because he was the only one who didn't turn to see who had interrupted. It wasn't until you were by his side that he reacted and thanked you. Soon, elbows showered Yuta along with mischievous looks he barely understood. You closed the door.

"Perverts"

He couldn't focus the two hours he was sitting there. First, Aren didn't want to take a shower, after insisting so much, he convinced him to do so. Yuta did the same thing he would do if he took a bath: shampoo, conditioner, soap and he skipped the shaving part for obvious reasons. Everything was going well until the boy started running around the house, naked, trying to escape from Yuta and the clothes you had brought him. The older one gasped after finally catching him.

And he tried to not get angry and yell at him.

Second, his couch was so uncomfortable, every position he tried made one part of his body ache. Around three in the morning, he decided to go to his room and share the bed with Aren. How bad could it go? He thought before going to bed. Absolutely everything. Aren moved a lot, taking up the entire mattress, and more than once his little feet were on his face. He had no choice but to sleep on the floor with a couple of sheets, blankets and pillows.

"Do I have something else today?" Yuta asked upon returning from the meeting. He stopped when he saw you alone. "Where is he?"

"Eating with Mark" you said, looking at the screen with his schedule. "And you don't have anything important"

"Oh f—" he stopped before you gave him a death look. "Thank God, then I can go home and sleep."

"Don't forget about your son" Yuta stared, a bunch of thoughts came to his mind. "Actually, I have to go buy food" you opened your mouth, also remembering. "And you also have to buy clothes for Aren"

You hadn't noticed it at first, but that was the first time he didn't argue about that claim. Perhaps, he had gotten tired of always saying the same thing, however the reality was, Yuta hadn't realized he, indirectly, had accepted that Aren was his son.

Since the man was practically a mess, you decided to go shopping with him.

"Did you have lunch with Mark?" you asked when you guys got into the elevator. Aren nodded, and stood between the two of you, taking your and Yuta's finger. You didn't care, but it caught Yuta's attention, who stared at the union of your hand with the child's.

"Congratulations, I didn't know you had a family"

The whisper of a man in his ear made him shudder, he didn't respond, he only smiled as if to say thank you despite lying to the sir.

You were surprised to see Aren get in and buckle up on his own. "Yeah, I noticed yesterday" said Yuta already driving and leaving the company.

"I'm very confused, I thought you were going to kill him" you said looking out the window and checking the child who was in the back seat, also looking through the glass. "Oh, and I already made an appointment to do the paternity test," you took your phone out of your bag to check the calendar. "Tomorrow morning, you need a twelve hour fast, so eat early dinner and no more food. I'll send you the address when I get home."

Yuta squeezed the wheel, his knuckles turned white and his mouth formed a fine line. "Okay, it's fine"

The car was silent.

"The results will be in twenty days"

You closed your eyes, hoping you didn't see his reaction.

"What?!"

Yeah, that was what you feared.

"So I have to deal with this bastard for twenty more days?" He says as he parks the vehicle. You didn't hit him but you checked that Aren didn't hear anything, he was so focused on the landscape that he wasn't paying attention to what was happening between the two of you.

"I don't think it's that bad" you confessed walking to the market with them. "How was it last night? Apart from the fact you didn't sleep of course"

Now you two were behind a shopping cart filling it with food with Aren inside.

"Dinner was good" he began to tell while grabbing cereal and things necessary for breakfast. "The bath went bad, he didn't want to shower," you laughed pushing the cart. "It is normal children don't want to do it"

When you found out, you had a whole conversation with your boss, which you hardly ever did unless it was something from work. His persona disgusted you, the way he behaved and treated you like a trophy to show. You knew that Yuta wasn't father material, and that's why you were basically taking care of Aren.

Twenty days wasn't much, right?

Within your deep thoughts, you also hoped for him to not be his son, because Aren didn't deserve to have a horrible biological father and a mother who abandoned him. It hurt to think about it, and you knew it would hurt you even more if the results were negative and Aren had to end up in an orphanage.

"Please, call me Yuta instead"

Aren got a lot of new clothes he then had to keep in Yuta's closet, obviously he refused at first and had to give in, because there was no other place to put his things.

While you were walking, many grandmothers were looking at you and congratulating you for having a family and a beautiful son. The nervousness when listening to one of the ladies possessed your body that you didnt know what to say, but Yuta was in charge of responding to all of them, thanking them, just as he did with that man in the elevator.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh damn, you scared me Mr. Lee," you said jumping in place at Mark's sudden appearance in the office. "Sorry, I didn't want to do it," he laughed, he was drinking coffee again. "Call me Mark, no more Mr. Lee, you're not my secretary"

"I wish I was," you confessed, going back to doing what you were doing.

Before Yuta took you home, you asked him for all the papers Aren had brought with him when he arrived. First, you had to continue the research and second, you had to register Aren to attend a school. Twenty days without education could be a very big loss.

"I'm organizing Aren's papers, he needs to go to school" Mark nods before starting to speak. "He is such a cutie"

"To be honest, you surprise me. I didn't know you liked children, especially after hearing you tell Yuta he could just throw him away in an orphanage if the test comes out negative."

He takes a sip and looks at you with a smile.

"Because I know very well that test is going to be positive and my friend is going to take care of him"

You looked at him for a few seconds, Mark was very sure of it, so much that he could bet any large amount of money without fear of losing.

Mark's phone starts to ring, he looks at the screen and frowns when he seesit was Yuta, you stopped paying attention to him but when you heard the name of your boss come out of Mark's mouth, it made you stop to hear the conversation. He should be in the lab drawing blood right now, why would he call Mark?

Despite not being in speaker, you could hear screaming and crying on the other line, something was going wrong.

"Hey, I need some help here" the Japanese says, from the tone of his voice, he was visibly stressed. "What's going on?"

"Aren doesn't want to draw blood, I've tried everything, and he says he wants you"

"I'll be there" Mark ends the call and snorts. "Do you have the address of the laboratory where Yuta and Aren are?"

You nodded and quickly texted it to him, without asking what was wrong, although it seemed odd he didn't call you for help.

"Is this you?" he asks taking a drawing from the desk, you hummed to confirm. "And this is a cockroach?" Confusion stained his face.

"Yes, this is Yuta"

The guy laughed before leaving.

Mark arrived all disoriented to the place, until in a corner he saw his friend rhythmically hitting the ground with his foot and his arms crossed at the height of his chest. He didn't have a good face and he didn't see him until Aren ran and hugged his legs tight, tears in his eyes. Mark lift him up and walked over to Yuta.

"What did you do to him?" his shirt was being wrinkled by Aren's little hands who kept repeating he didn't want to enter. "Nothing, he saw the syringe and my blood and got scared"

He was telling the truth. Yuta wasn't able to think and have the idea that if Aren didn't see him, he wouldn't be afraid, instead, he offered himself first, making the child a witness, who seconds later opened his eyes and began to cry, trying to escape from the room, with no success.

He went into a crisis, the employees did nothing because it wasn't their responsibility, and he didn't know what he should do, until Aren said:

"I want Mark"

And he was his salvation at that moment.

"Hey buddy, listen to me," he tried to get his attention. "We need to do this to see if you are in good health"

One more little lie wouldn't hurt.

"But I'm fine" Aren speaks with a pout. "We need to do it anyway" the little boy shakes his head repeatedly. "I promise you after this we will eat whatever you want"

"Just like yesterday?"

"Exactly like yesterday"

No more words, Mark took it upon himself to let him know it would hurt a little bit and it would be better if he didn't look at the needles and his own blood. A couple of tears fell down his cheeks but Mark wiped them away and complimented him on how brave he was.

"Good boy" he murmurs stroking his hair.

"Thank you" says Yuta, tired.

"You can go to the company, I'll take care of him from now"

The Japanese left, didn't say anything to them, and went straight to his work.

"Cockroach is not going with us?" Aren asks accompanying Mark, who was smiling from ear to ear at the new nickname of his friend.

In all the time you were alone in the room, the white envelope with Yuta's name was practically shining on the desk. You felt a little angel and a little devil on both of your shoulders, one told you to ignore it, which is his privacy and the other invited you to read to know what was written.

The temptation was too much and you opened it. It was handwritten, a bit messy but could be read.

'Hello, its very strange for me telling all this by letter but I think it is the only way you will not be able to send an answer.

I'm in trouble, I can only tell you that. The boy who will deliver this to you is your son, I didn't plan to tell you at any time because I didnt want to bother you. I wanted to have a normal life, just him and me, however everything got out of hand, my life is in danger and I can't risk his life too.

For his safety, mine and my family, you were the only person that came to mind. Nobody knows we were together and thats why I think leaving him with you is the best option.

I am grateful for all the moments we spent together and I am grateful for the son you gave me, he is the most beautiful and I assure you, you will love him.'

The letter didnt have relevant information, although the mysterious way in which was narrated everything left you very confused. Problems? What kind of trouble did she get into to have to abandon her son and escape?

You had talked to Mark a bit about Aren, and from what he found out, his mother had told him she had a mission to do, it was better not to take him with her and some guardians were going to take care of him for a while.

Your heart broke into a thousand pieces knowing that Aren was living a lie, and his mother had abandoned him because she was 'in trouble'. You were sad to know children were so manipulable and innocent, they believed everything adults said, without question.

You put it away when you heard Yuta had arrived. "Did you find something? Tell me yes"

"No, from here you have to do the search" you informed him, trying to hide the nervousness. "I didn't find anything and you said you knew her name. I don't know her face, I could look it up on social media but I don't know her features. I think you should do that."

He nodded, it was logical what you were saying.

"Okay, thank you, you have done a lot for me"

Yuta approached you and hugged you, his arms went over your shoulders and brought you closer to his body. You couldn't do anything but just smell his fancy cologne, you didn't hug him back, your hands were in the air, this was too weird and uncomfortable.

"Whatever," you said pushing him away and breaking the physical contact between the two of you. "You need to buy Aren's uniform, pencils, notebooks and that stuff," he widened his eyes in disbelief, though he didn't say anything. "He needs to go to school, I already registered him, he will go with my nephew"

Yuta took a card out of his wallet and handed it to you. "Save time and go buy it now"

"You have a meeting at 10, don't forget" you said before leaving. He checked his watch, he had time.

Yuta had to admit his work life had improved a lot thanks to your arrival. His previous secretaries were a disaster compared to you, they never knew the schedules, the organization they had was terrible, while you were always one step ahead and didnt forget anything.

He had done a good job choosing you.

Listening to old businessmen talking for two hours or more was a lot more fun than sitting around trying to find a runaway woman on social media. He entered her name in the search engine, and all the possible nicknames for her, even so, didnt get any results.

"Is it possible a person doesn't have any social media?" He asks more for himself than for someone else. His friend, who was eating on the other side of the desk, spoke through a mouthful of salad. "Dude, do you still remember her?"

Yuta's disgusted face made Mark apologize for how dirty he was being, at least he hadn't spit and all the food stayed in place. Then he answered yes.

"I had a relationship with her" his gaze drifts from the screen to rest his eyes a bit from the light it gave off. "We were together for like eight months? And then she left me"

Yuta wasn't one of those people who fell in love easily, he preferred spontaneous relationships. He met Aren's mom at a bar, and when he noticed her, she was already living at his house, every night waiting for him to come home from work with a homemade meal on the table.

Unfortunately, she was almost the same as him, she slipped and ended up in a relationship with Yuta. She realized that wasnt what she wanted and left.

Or that was what she had said to him.

"Now you have a son" Mark laughs like he's been told the best joke ever. The older one looked at him disapprovingly.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with him," he says, and goes back to using the computer. "I already told you, if he's not yours you can leave him in an orphanage" he points at him with his finger.

He was very clear if he wasnt his son, he would do everything possible to find someone who could take care of him, he didn't care what the letter said. On the other hand, fear invaded him every time he thought of Aren really being his son. Since he's eighteen, he realized family life wasn't for him. Having a completely dependent human being, knowing everything he does and says could affect it in the future was too much responsibility. It was better to have a single life, without commitments, even if that means dying alone.

Aren wasn't bad, he was pretty quiet. He'd done a few shenanigans but nothing to drive him crazy and explode.

What would his family think about this whole situation? It never crossed his mind talk to his sisters and tell them about the chaos he's in, least of all his parents. Yuta knew, probably one of his sisters, or both, would help him, they would be more than happy knowing they have a nephew. On the other hand, he imagined his father scolding him as if he were seven years old, calling him irresponsibly and any kind of rudeness that could occur to him at the time.

I hope this is all just a dream.

"This is Y/N and this is Mark" he points with his little finger to the drawings he had made. Aren was eating with Yuta before Yuta changed him and took him to school. "And do you have drawings of me?" he asked when he saw there was no one who looked like him.

He looks through the papers and shows him a drawing of an insect.

"This is you" Yuta took it between his fingers with a frown. "But this is a cockroach, why are you drawing me as a cockroach?"

"Because nobody loves you" he said softly.

He thought, staring at the sheet. He wasn't going to deny he was right, and now that he thought about it, they had been living together for over a week and he didn't introduce himself properly.

"My name is Yuta, you can call me Yuta, okay?"

Silence.

"Cockroach"

"Yuta" he repeated.

"Cockroach"

They both had an unnecessary fight, Yuta tried to get him to call him by his name but he didn't have success, he wasn't going to change his opinion of him or his way of drawing him.

Little by little, he was getting used to the routine of cooking, bathing him and sleeping with Aren. He was surprised at the tolerance he had, you were right, he had a good behavior, although Yuta couldn't wait to find his mother and return to his previous life, the new receptionist caught his attention and it was obvious he was going to do what you can to get rid of the little one and hook up with someone.

"What do you have today?" he asked, looking in the rearview mirror. "Music" he answers playing with the only plushie he had.

Conversations like this were frequent between them on the way to school. Yuta asked him what they had done through the day, what was his schedule, if he had made any new friends. You, on the other hand, were in charge of look for Aren, help him with his homework, and that meant sitting up late at the kitchen table with him writing.

Things between you and your boss had changed too. Spending more time together than usual was affecting you both, you were witnessing the immature fights between him and Aren and they made your heart melt with tenderness. He thanked you every time he had a chance, he was no longer that idiot who had chosen you just because of your appearance.

"What are you doing?" Yuta whispered in your ear. A chill ran through your body when you heard his deep voice, his chest was glued to your back, the concept of personal space didnt exist at that time for him. "Aren said he was hungry so I'm cooking something for him" He hums in response, not moving away, watching every of your moves.

"You look tired" his eyes were now on your face, seeing how your dark circles stood out much more than normal. He put one hand on your waist and one on your hand, hinting you to stop. "Go home"

"He needs to finish his homework" you said turning around. Now your noses were touching, your gaze was on his lips not knowing where to look. "I can do that for you"

Both arms were at the sides of your body, he had cornered you, you had no way out. You felt the heat rise up your cheeks as the feeling of shame became more and more present.

He's acting weird, what's wrong with him?

"Cockroach never helps me with my homework"

Aren was the one who saved you from the awkward situation with Yuta, because just as the kid spoke, he let one of his arms fall, you quickly walked away from him and sat down.

"And for that very reason, don't you think it's better for me to help?" Yuta turns around and speaks to Aren with a smile. "No, I'm fine with Y/N"

The smile fades from his face and you laugh at the sudden change in his features. "You heard, cockroach" you tease him. He looked at you for a few seconds, which for you were like minutes of how eternal they felt.

"And what about taking Y/N to her house?" Aren screamed in excitement, lifting his arms from him and getting off the chair to run and find something to wear at his feet. "He didn't finish his homework."

He seized the moment and approached you quickly. His hands cupped your face and he lifted it up for you to meet his eyes. "I already told you, I can do it"

His fingertips were cold compared to your cheeks, and before Aren ran back, Yuta placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"I'm ready, Yuta"

Another day at the office, Yuta couldn't pay attention to the papers he had to read and sign, because there was a woman who looked through the window and distracted him from his duties. Every time he turned his eyes to her, she smiled flirtatiously and greeted him.

She's so hot.

"Abstinence is killing you right?" Mark makes him look away from her and freaks out at his sudden entrance. "Shit, you scared me," the younger laughed. "Pervert, did you sign them?"

"Not yet" he answered, and Mark approaches the window to close the blind and block the view. "Hurry up, I need them for today" Yuta sighs and begins to read the important papers his friend needed.

"Where's Y/N?" Mark had noticed you were not with him and asked for you. "She took Aren to her sister's house" He nods while sitting, waiting and watching the guy in front of him reluctantly sign.

"I've been thinking of asking her for a date" Yuta stops reading and looks at him. "She's a good woman and we get along quite—"

"She's my secretary" he interrupted in annoyance, without thinking, the comment had come out automatically.

"So? What's wrong with her being your secretary and me wanting to date her?"

He was silent. He didn't know why he had said what he said. Was there a problem? No, there shouldn't be, because you guys have nothing but a working relationship.

Right?

He remembered a couple of nights ago he had kissed you, and he didnt regret it. He didn't tell Mark anything, it wasn't relevant. Besides, why would he want to know?

Why was he claiming you as his secretary?

"Nothing" he told him. "Do it. Not fucking with anyone is driving me crazy and I say inconsistencies"

"Good luck with that" Mark takes the folder and takes it away. "Likewise" he mutters.

Just as you had told Yuta, you were at your sister's house because your nephew had invited Aren to play, they had become friends at school, and you took the opportunity to see and talk a bit with her.

"You know this is all unnecessary, right?"

You frowned listening to your sister, who was looking seriously at the children playing in the living room with the toys scattered on the floor.

"What do you mean?"

"You got too involved" your sister stops looking at them to look at you, directly into your eyes. "You are his secretary and now you are playing the role of babysitter"

"He's my boss" you didn't want to argue with her and you tried to avoid her gaze. "I am his secretary and it is my job to help him with everything"

"Y/N" she called you to see her. "We both know that is not true"

Something inside you told you what she was saying was true, but somehow you refused to accept it. You hadn't told anyone about the kiss Yuta gave you the other night, it felt so weird. You didn't dislike him, you just didn't think a man like him would be interested in you. He was the complete opposite of what you would describe as an ideal man for you.

Was he really interested? Or was he just acting because he wanted to sleep with someone? You didn't see him making out with someone in his office in a long time You shook your head, ignoring all your thoughts and emotions.

"I swear this will stop when the results come in"

You couldn't feel anything for him.

Yuta called you, it seemed to be urgent because he asked you to come quickly to his house to take care of Aren that night.

"I couldnt contact his mother but I have contacted one of his relatives," he appears with comfortable clothes, all dressed in black, nothing formal

"And that means?"

"That means we will know who to leave Aren with."

The joy in his voice made you uncomfortable, Yuta had improved his relationship with Aren, he no longer called him a cockroach and even hugged him from time to time, and he didnt reject him. After everything he built, how could the idea of getting rid of him still stand?

You asked Yuta to keep you updated, he said the journey was long and most likely he will arrive tomorrow morning. To all this, you had the test results, they had arrived in advance and as soon as the message reached you, you went looking for them, without saying anything to anyone.

You cooked and watched a movie with Aren until he fell asleep. You laid him on his bed and you spent the whole night on the couch, without closing your eyes to rest, you expected Yuta to send you a message saying he arrived, that he was talking to those relatives, however, nothing reached you.

You were biting your nails out of boredom, and you couldn't think of anything other than to take out the envelope that contained the DNA results, the paper that contained the truth. The moment felt very inappropriate, still, you read it.

Yuta was Aren's father.

Just at that moment you remembered Mark's words, he was right, he sensed it from the moment he saw him, it was more than confirmed with this. Now, the million dollar question, what will happen to Aren?

You were about to fall asleep when you heard the door open and footsteps echoing awkwardly. You woke up and ran to the entrance to check if it was Yuta. The image you had in front of you wasnt pleasant at all. Nakamoto Yuta was wearing a different outfit, now he was wearing a white shirt (which was badly buttoned and unkempt) with black pants. He had lost eyes and a vague smile on his face. As you approached him, you could notice there were hickeys on his chest and neck, and his clothes had the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

Nakamoto Yuta had lied to you, he didn't go to contact Aren's family, he went out to party.

Disappointment and anger took over your body and you started yelling at him before he could notice you and speak.

"You need to be kidding" you didn't care if his son was sleeping and you could wake him up, this all got out of hand. "Did you call me so I can take care of him while you were partying and fucking with some whore you met around there?"

Yuta was trying to hold back his laughing at seeing you angry, the alcohol in his system was too much and he could tell with the naked eye. You pushed him trying to make him come to his senses, because you didn't see anything funny.

"You know? I can't believe how stupid I was, I have helped you with this whole situation, taking care of him, looking for him at school, trying to make him have a normal life and not suffer. I was almost a mother to him and you, you abused of my goodness and goodwill"

Tears welled up in your eyes. Yuta had already stopped laughing but he didn't process very well everything you were saying to him.

"I'm sure you didn't find any shit about his family, and let me tell you what no one is going to tell you" You walked over to him and grabbed him by the jaw. "Right now, you are Aren's only family, it's time for you to act like one and realize all the responsibilities this entails"

"He is not my son" was the only thing he could say in the entire time he came to his house.

You laughed and sobbed, looking for your things to leave, and hit the damn paper against his chest

"Congratulations, daddy" you gave him one last look, your face soaked and you left his house, slamming the door.

Yuta laughed again, thinking you were kidding and this was a joke, until he saw his name, Aren's and a couple of numbers that confirmed his relationship. The Japanese felt the dizziness go away suddenly, and reality hit him.

He had a son.

He looked in the mirror and felt disgusting, he was alone with his son in his home and he was drunk, sweating with the smell of alcohol. He took a shower, cleaned himself, to have time and think, to process all this.

"Are you my daddy?"

Just as he was changing his clothes, Aren appeared in the doorway, sleepy, rubbing one eye. He had heard noises and inadvertently, he heard the last thing you said before you left. Yuta's anguish was growing, even so, he approached the boy, hugged him and took him to the king size bed they both shared since a long time.

"Yeah buddy, I'm your daddy" he mumbled almost inaudibly and kissed him on the head. Aren began to play with the fingers of his recently discovered dad. "Mommy told me you and Y/N are guardians who take care of me"

Hearing your name after he screwed it up hurts like hell.

"But i think having a daddy is better, because i didn't have one"

Yuta didn't hear anything from you all weekend. You were busy thinking about what to do, and after taking two days off, you made a decision, that it would hurt, but it was the best you could do.

On Monday morning, you showed up at the company, dressed in casual clothes, determined to remove all your things, quit and never return to this place.

When you told your sister all this was going to stop, you never thought it would be this way, it was happening, yes, but in your head you believed you would keep your job and continue to see Aren. You believed you could change your boss, until you realized he was hopeless, and if you stayed, he would probably continue to have his single life while you took care of his son.

You were a secretary, you were not his partner, nor his babysitter. You were paid to fix his schedules and help him with his work.

His work.

You took Aren's drawings, the first ones he made when he had just arrived. Tears accumulated when remembering how he explained the cockroach was Yuta, they began to come out of your eyes when you found one in which you , he and Yuta were holding hands, Aren had already stopped illustrating him as an insect.

Why is this so hard?

Now that the truth was revealed, you didn't care what Yuta did. Whether he stayed with him or gave him up for adoption was no longer your concern. You just hoped they both did well, and the child didnt suffer.

You left the building before your ex boss came to work.

Mark had found out about everything, and understood your decision of quit, even though he didn't want you to leave. He offered you to be his secretary instead, you thanked and kindly rejected. Accepting it would mean seeing Yuta every day and what you needed most now was to erase him from your life.

The Japanese was pulling his hair out of stress, everything was going wrong. He picked up Aren late, he didn't have time to help him with his homework, he was late for his meetings because he forgot to write them down somewhere.

And to top it all, his friend didnt talk to him unless it was an emergency. "When are you going to talk to me?" asks the older one, desperate to strike up a conversation with Mark

"You are an idiot" he murmured in response. "Excuse me?"

Mark sighed, slamming the papers onto the desk.

"What you did to Y/N was completely idiotic. You lied to her and all because you wanted to wet your cock," he pauses for air and continues speaking. "I never told you anything about your relationships because it is your private life but this got out of hand, you can't live doing everything you want when you want, and less being a father"

When he came to his house, for the first time in a long time, Yuta cried. Because of fatigue, because of stress, because you were not there. So is this how he felt when his parents were stressed and he and his sisters were present?

For a moment, he thought about calling one of his sisters, but he ruled out that option and got to thinking while he helped Aren do his homework.

He was living with his son since two weeks ago. He bathed him, made him breakfast, took him to school, even he had stopped cursing so much in front of him. His presence didn't bother him, he had given up on finding his family, and Aren had admitted he liked having him as a dad.

I can't take the only thing he has from him now.

And you. Reflecting made Yuta also realize he had fallen in love with your dedication to him, to Aren, when in reality you shouldnt. He liked it when you played with the kid, how your tone of voice changed to a much sweeter one when you talked to him, the times when he saw you in the kitchen cooking not only for Aren, but for him as well.

"How about we visit Y/N?" he asks looking at Aren, it was obvious that he was going to accept. "Isn't it a little late?" he responded back, Yuta shakes his head.

"She will love to see us"

Nine o'clock at night, you already had dinner and were about to go to sleep after watching a couple of movies to distract yourself, however, a few knocks on the door make you confused, you were not expecting anyone and you hadnt asked for anything.

Who could it be at this hour?

You opened and found no one. Some throat clearing made you lower your gaze and meet Aren.

"Aren!" you said surprised, crouching down to his level. "What are you doing here? It's too late for you," he wrapped his arms around your neck to hug you.

"We wanted to visit you"

"We wanted?" you asked.

"Yes" a deep voice answers your question. Yuta appeared in your field of vision, he was relaxed, with his hands in his pockets. You were about to talk and kick him out when he steps forward and he starts saying everything he thought of as he drove you your home.

"I've been an idiot, I know, and believe me it hurts me just like you. I realized without you I'm a mess, I miss you at the office, I miss you at home, Aren misses you too"

Your eyes were getting bright as he continued to utter his words.

"I came here to apologize face to face, as a brave person does, because I dont want to lose you, I will leave my previous life, I will stop being promiscuous as many call me, I will move heaven and earth so that my son has everything I had and more, and definitely, I want you in my day to day, because I can't imagine a life without you being part of it "

"Daddy, you said she'd be happy to see us, why is she crying?"

Aren says wiping the tears that were falling down your cheeks awkwardly. You laughed when you heard him and gave him a hug.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I'm really sorry" You approached Yuta with Aren in your arms and gave him a kiss.

"I forgive you, but please don't make me go away again"

"Trust me I won't" he responds he leaning his forehead against yours.

"I want a kiss too, Y/N"

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angels like you | wong yukhei / lucas

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Part of the playlist series!

Genre: smut, fluff, some angst but not really

Pairing: college!au, brother’s best friend au, badboy!lucas x f reader

Word count: 12k

Synopsis: You’re Mark’s little sister, Lucas’ best friend. With a reputation like his, it’s only natural he wouldn’t want to get involved with you, the innocent girl he’d do anything for to protect. He would ruin you, but maybe you wanted to be corrupted by him.

Rating: 18+ NSFW WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT

Inspired by the song "Angels Like You” by Miley Cyrus

i don’t know why but i was listening to Harry Styles’ entire discography for a majority of my time writing this.

Warnings: corruption kink, smoking, alcohol, swearing, tattoos, mild invasion of personal space, smut, protected sex, oral, semi-public sex, loss of virginity, use of “princess” and “baby” a bit too much

All his life, Lucas knew there was something wrong with him. Not physically or mentally, no. Just a little nagging part of him that, no matter how hard he resisted, always managed to overtake the sensible side of him. He was his own worst enemy.

His fists stayed busy and his chest burned with every drop of alcohol or puff of smoke, all to dull the pain he felt somewhere far deeper than the surface of physical harm. His skin was inked to cope with every heartbreak, a tattooed masterpiece of disappointment and ruined expectations. But life can never be perfect, no one can have everything they desire. Lucas traded attentional satisfaction for the care he really needed. He’ll always be in the center of a crowd of people who know nothing more than his name.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to wonder how he managed to befriend the carefree, humorous Mark Lee, but sometimes opposites attract. In many ways they both needed each other to survive the cruel demands adolescent society imposed on them.

Mark was your older brother by exactly 22 months. Unfortunately, as you would often say. But all jokes aside, he was a good brother who always cared about you. Teased and annoyed you whenever he could, yes, but that’s just what brothers do. What they don’t do, though, is tell their sister that they have a hot new college best friend.

Initially, you were excited to move in with your brother. His old roommate, Taeil, graduated last year leaving his old room to you. But it proved to be a lot harder than you had anticipated, and it was silly of you to think so optimistically.

“Mark, I swear, if I see your dirty laundry on the bathroom floor again I’m going to burn whatever’s there!” you shouted from the first floor, up to the loft area where your bedrooms were located. You did not need his sweat-infused clothes stinking up the entire home.

But, in typical brotherly fashion, he completely ignored you and you received no response. You sighed, flipping off nothing but innocent air as you head to the kitchen to grab your abandoned cup of coffee. You nearly dropped it a second later from the booming voice entering through your doorway.

“Honey! I’m home!” someone cheered exaggeratedly, bursting in like they lived here. Was there another roommate that Mark didn’t tell you about?

A boy came walking in, tall with tattoos covering the expanse of his arms. He let the door shut behind him, took off his shoes, and ran his hands through his hair before he looked up and made eye contact with you. Finally, he realized you were there.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t know Mark had company,”

“That’s my sister you dumbass, I literally told you she was moving in today,” your brother snapped, walking down the spiral staircase down from the loft where the bedrooms were. “You were probably too fucking high to remember,”

“Not true,” the boy defended, walking up to the kitchen island you were sitting at and leaning forward on his arms. “I’m Lucas,”

There was a certain aura exuding off this man that you couldn’t quite place, but in all honesty, it intimidated you. He intimidated you. You waved at him shyly, giving your name and nothing else. Lucas stared at you unemotionally for a second longer, before humming to himself and leaving you to walk up to your brother.

“You didn’t forget about tonight, did you?” he asked, and Mark shook his head.

“How could I forget about the first party of the year?” Mark scoffed, dismissing his friend and spoke to you. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t actually live here. He just knows the passcode,” you nodded your head in understanding, but you had lingering curiosity in you.

“So there’s a party tonight?” you wondered.

“Yeah, and you’re coming,” Mark responded, making your eyes widen at him. Wait, you didn’t ask because you wanted to go. You were just trying to keep the conversation going. “Don’t make that face at me, this is your opportunity of a lifetime! It’s time for your college debut as Mark’s sister,”

“Oh please,” Lucas said, and you both looked over at him slumped against the cushions of your couch. “Don’t be so full of yourself,”

“Yeah, yeah. Be ready in 30,”

You emerged out of your room at the designated time, heading downstairs to find Lucas in his same exact spot, and Mark was nowhere to be found. He didn’t hear you come down at first, and you stood silently for a second, debating whether you should say anything. He was scrolling on his phone, and with the opportunity to study him, you truly noticed how good looking he was.

“Are you just going to keep standing there?” Lucas asked, glancing up from his phone, his eyes immediately landing on you. “I don’t bite,”

You had a feeling that was a lie.

“Uh, where’s Mark?” you asked, trying to force down the blush creeping up your neck. That was embarrassing.

“He went to go get Yuna. She lives down the hall,” he replied, locking his phone and crossing his arms in front of his chest. His stare was strong and had a certain weight to it, crushing down on you.

“Are they dating?” you knew that you should have probably known if your own brother had a girlfriend or not, but the two years that Mark was up in college meant a lot of time spent with little interaction. In that time you had become unacquainted with the happenings of his social and personal life, and you hoped that moving in with him would rekindle the sibling relationship that you two used to have.

“Not really. He likes her, though,” Just then, the padlock made its usual beeping sound and in walked Mark followed by a beautiful girl with a bright smile. You were glad they entered when they did, the conversation with Lucas starting to become unbearably awkward.

Yuna walked in comfortably, giving Lucas a small wave before you caught her eye. She introduced herself to you, grabbing your hand warmly. You could see why your brother liked her, she was both gorgeous, and kindly sociable. You talked to her for a bit, discussing what you were going to be majoring in and such, before it was announced that the four of you were going to leave. You were nervous, but it seemed like you were in good company.

So good, that upon arriving at the party venue, it seemed as if everyone there knew the three of them.

“Ayo, Mark!” a boy called from near the abundance of coolers, his shirt unbuttoned and a drink already in hand. Mark and Lucas head over to him, greeting a group of boys, and Yuna took it upon herself to take you under her wing. She didn’t seem to have anyone who she was concrete friends with, but instead she greeted everyone in an acquainted manner, introducing you to them as Mark’s sister, Y/n. Apparently, the prefacing label was a big deal to them, and soon word was going around that Mark had a little sister, and she showed up looking good.

“So, how did you meet my brother?” you asked Yuna, finding yourself becoming more comfortable talking to her. She seemed like someone you could truly become good friends with, if given the chance.

“Well, we live in the same apartment complex, and we just naturally got close,” she explained. The two of you were sitting next to each other, on one of the small benches surrounding the large bonfire pit in the center, watching the boys play sand volleyball, which was really just them playfully wrestling each other for the ball even if they were on the same team. You had learned some of the names of their friends, but it was hard for you to keep track with the sheer amount of them.

Your conversation fell silent for a brief moment, and your eyes naturally gravitated toward the boy you had yet to grow accustomed to. At some point, Lucas had tossed his shirt to the side and was now showcasing his lean torso.

“And what about Lucas? How did him and Mark become friends?” you asked Yuna, turning to her and seeing her mood shift. A small smile blessed her lips, and she chuckled to herself.

“I’m not quite sure, but they’re really close. They’re like soulmates, those two. Can I let you in on a little secret?” she asked, and your ears perked in interest, nodding your head.

“I might have a little crush on Lucas,”

You swallowed the gasp that almost escaped you. You tried to keep your facial expression neutral, her confession feeling like a punch in your gut. Didn’t Lucas say Mark liked Yuna? Talk about a love triangle.

“Oh,” you replied, a short response. You didn’t say anything about it afterwards, the burden of knowledge making it hard for you to speak on the topic. You felt bad for your brother, but there was another part of you that struggled with the information as well. You couldn’t quite place it.

“I don’t know how to go about anything with that boy, though. He’s not necessarily the most approachable person, if you haven’t noticed,” Yuna continued, her eyes fondly trailing Lucas as he cheered over the point his team had just won.

“Yuna!” someone called from behind where the two of you were sitting, and Yuna apologetically smiled at you and she promised to be back soon. She walked away, and right as she did, someone took her spot.

“Hey beautiful,” the man said, and you looked over at him uncomfortably. You could smell the alcohol on him, but you were too lost for words to ask him to leave, so instead you just politely nodded at him and looked at the sand beneath your feet.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” he asked, taking another swig from the beer bottle in his hand. You still didn’t respond, and he chuckled lowly beside you. There was nothing going through your head. No means to escape, nothing to say to ask him to leave, and you wished you had more self advocacy. You glanced down and watched as his hand was reaching out for your leg, when someone interrupted.

"Time to leave, buddy," you looked up at the voice, and was both surprised yet relieved to see that someone had come to your rescue. Your eyes met Lucas' steely ones, and his expression was unreadable, yet annoyance oozed out of his tone as he spoke again. "And don't fucking touch her,"

"Hey, hey. Relax, we were just having a nice conversation," the man said, throwing his hands up in a surrendering position. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, though, as he watched the boy in front of him progressively lose his patience. This was all a fun, entertaining game for him. "Right, babe?"

One second the drunken man was beside you, the next he was being pulled up by his collar. It seemed like the party had finally taken notice, everyone watching as Lucas, infamous for being non-confrontational, was looking ready to punch his face in.

Normally, he couldn't be bothered by the average dumbass at a party, but here he was, inserting himself into a situation he wasn't a part of whatsoever. He was face to face with the man, his brows furrowed and it took little effort for him to hold the shorter man up on his toes.

"Leave," there was nothing left to be said, and the guests were silent as the man scoffed obnoxiously, yet walked away all the same. You continued to stare at Lucas with a look of bewilderment.

"Thank you," you said, letting him reel you in with the eye contact you began to think was a charming point of his. There was nothing that could help you escape the depth of his eyes, even if the world crumbled around you. But something was different, as if there was a shift in the way he looked at you. There was something there that wasn't present before, and something that had left. He nodded at you, his jaw clenching into a blade illuminated in the burning light of the fire behind him, but he left without a word.

A lot of speculations could be made from that interaction, and it was likely that none of them were true, but people believed whatever they wanted to. And right now, it wasn't hard to convince themselves that something was going on between Mark Lee's best friend, and Mark Lee's sister.

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After just one night, you had become a hot topic with anyone who knew someone that was at the party the day before. Lucas was already a talking point all on his own, and now there was finally someone in his previously empty picture. The secrecy of everything concerning him was what drew so many people in, and finally, after two years, there was something to feed the insatiable hunger everyone craved. Lucas Wong saved you, and apparently it was a big fucking deal. Girls asked one another what it was about you that was so special, while boys snuck glances at each other as if they knew exactly why. All the attention did nothing to curve your shy personality.

For you, while it was clear you had no idea where Lucas stood on this situation, you didn't even know how you felt about it yourself. In one sense, it was pleasantly foreign to have the spotlight on you, but at the same time, you barely knew the guy, and it seemed like no one else did either.

For nearly a week, you didn't catch sight of the boy whose name seemed to follow yours in everyone else's sentences. You didn't know him well enough for there to be a void with his absence, but Mark couldn't say the same.

"Why has he been so flakey lately?" he sighed, hanging up the same voicemail he'd been hearing for days. You avoided looking anywhere near him, knowing there was a big fat elephant in the room. Mark ran his hand through his hair, glancing over at you.

"Look, I know what everyone's been saying, but we both know it's not true, and that's all that matters. Don't feel like you have to hide behind a rumor," you knew he was right, and while you appreciated his advice, it was always easier for you to give in to the shadows. Not everyone could be complacent like him, even his own sister.

Mark could still see the doubt in your face, and he sighed for the umpteenth time that week.

"Do you want to come with me? The boys are meeting up at the freshmen's place," you finally looked over at him, seeing the comforting look on his face. You knew he was trying his best to help you out, which is what prompted you to agree. You might not have wanted to, but you knew you didn't have the freedom to be your old self anymore. It was time for you to break out of your shell.

The house was somewhat big, and Mark explained to you that all the boys in the house were in the same year as you, but they knew some of the older boys from high school, inserting themselves into the friend group. As you followed him up the pathway and to the front door, you thought your heart might explode.

The door swung open, and you recognized the boy from the party last weekend.

"Renjun!" Mark cheered, pulling him into a man-hug. The boy waved at you, an unassuming smile on his face. Maybe you were worrying for nothing.

You walked in, observing the simple house silently, feeling a bit out of place as everyone greeted your brother while you stood next to him. Be social, Y/n. Socializing is key.

You didn't even manage to get a word out before someone walked in and the entire group exploded.

"Well look who actually showed up,"

Lucas closed the door behind him, chuckling at the outburst he caused from his mere presence. Turning to look at him, immediately you noticed that there was something that seemed a little different about him, but you didn't know exactly what had changed.

It was more of a chill, calm get-together rather than a party, just a group of friends all hanging out together. It was a bit unnerving that you were the only girl, and you wished you had brought Yuna along, but no one really seemed to care all that much.

There seemed to be two unspoken requirements to fit in with the group. One, you had to be undoubtedly attractive, and two, you had to have a personality. There were a lot of variations to the second rule. There were less of them than there were at the beach, and it gave you a better chance to get to know a few of them on a more personable level. You found that they made it easy to loosen up around them. You were particularly comfortable around the ones in the same year as you, you and Donghyuck trading banter as you utilized the witty skills you'd developed over years of surviving in the same household as Mark. Jeno laughed hysterically at nearly every response you gave.

You were so preoccupied arguing with the boys about which breed of dog looked most like each boy, that you didn't notice a certain someone slipping away from the congregation room, even when you walked away to find the bathroom Jaemin had only given you vague directions to.

You searched through the doors through the first floor, and you finally stumbled upon the bathroom, and nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the door to an invasion of smoke. Your first instinct was to think the house was on fire, but you realized someone was in there, none other than Lucas. Predictable.

The cigarette dangled from his fingers lazily, and he didn't even flinch when you unexpectedly burst through the door. He was leaning back against the sink, and he didn't bother to glance at you.

"Oh, sorry. I'll leave--"

"No need, I'm getting out," he interrupted. You watched his long strands of hair fall over his eyebrows as he looked down to put the bud out on the bottom of his shoe, throwing it into the small metal trash can beside him. For the first time since you met Lucas, you noticed he wasn’t trying to meet your eyes. Somehow, it seemed like he was shy in his own minuscule way, or rather, not as bold as he usually seemed.

You remembered thinking that something seemed just a bit off about him earlier that night, and like always, the longer you observed him the more you could see. He was like an intricate painting, with more to discover and unearth with every proper look. Up close, you could see the subtle bags under his eyes, the droop in his shoulders, and the slowness of his movements. He moved to walk past you, but you grabbed onto his arm with an abruptness that surprised even you. His arm in your grip tensed, and he snapped his head to you in mild confusion. You mustered up all your courage just to speak, but you found most of your motivation from your concern.

"A-are you feeling alright? You don't look too well," He said nothing, the thick layer of silence ringing inside of your head. It went on for so long that you almost opened your mouth again to apologize until he finally replied.

"I'm fine,"

And with that, he removed his forearm and walked out briskly. He didn't go back to his friends, simply walking out the door without so much as a goodbye, got in his car, and drove away. The radio was turned off, the air condition was blasting, and Lucas pretended not to notice the tremble in his hands. He ignored the simple fact of what had just happened.

You were the first person to ask how he was doing. Not what he was doing, not who he was doing, you wanted to know if he was feeling okay. You did something no one else had before. You saw straight through him.

When you had emerged back from the bathroom, you immediately identified the missing person who seemingly left. You couldn't say you were surprised, but you were admittedly a bit disappointed. Clearly he had lied to you, but maybe it wasn't your place to ask such a question in the first place. You had to keep reminding yourself that you were in no position to care about a guy you just met.

And you thought that would be enough confrontation to last you a good month or so, until you sat in the passenger's seat of Mark's car and was thrown another curveball.

"Why did Lucas leave like that?" your brother asked, not even turning the engine on. He just sat there, staring straight forward at the wheel in front of him. Your breath snagged in your throat, being thrown completely off guard.

"I don't know,"

"Come on, sis. I know you two must have ran into each other. Don't you think I deserve to know?" He was right, of course, and you knew in reality nothing really came out of the interaction, so why were you so hesitant to say anything to him?

"I don't know what you're expecting me to say, but nothing happened. He was in the bathroom when I opened the door, he walked out, and I didn't know he left the house until I came back out," A small part of you was annoyed that you even had to explain yourself to him. "So if you want to know why he left, you can go and ask Lucas yourself,"

Mark was silent for a moment, as if debating between trusting your word or not.

"You know, I don't want you to think I'm judging you, because I'm not. If you say nothing happened, then I believe you. The only reason I'm asking is because I care, Y/n,”

He rested his head on the back of his seat, settling something within himself.

“I know he’s my best friend, and I love him like a brother, but at the end of the day, he’s not. He’s not my brother, you’re my sister, and that means I have to start learning how to remember that sometimes. This is me remembering, right now.” He looked over at you, for the first time since he started the conversation, the look on his face more serious than you’d ever seen it in your entire life. Gone was the normal, happy, laughing Mark. This was a part of him that hadn’t appeared until now.

“Lucas isn’t right for you, Y/n. I don’t know if you need to hear that or not, I don’t know if there really is absolutely nothing going on, but he just can’t. He can’t be the one for you. And I know how everyone else idolizes him, they put him up on this big fucking pedastal and somehow erases all other aspects of him, but I know him too well. I’ll always see him as a good friend, but I just couldn’t sit by if he pursued my little sister. Promise you won’t involve yourself with him,”

“Okay, Mark. Okay,” you whispered, getting the message. The car was started and you finally started heading home, but it was silent the entire time, neither of you having anything else to say. You were left to your conflicting thoughts, trying to erase any ounce of infatuation you may have initially had. If only it was as easy as it sounds.

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You couldn’t miss the staggering amount of dirty looks you received throughout just one day on campus. It was bad enough that you were associated with Lucas, but now you were parading around with his friends, too. And if you didn’t have a big fat crush on the notorious bad boy, you liked one of his many, many friends. It didn’t blow over very well with the female student body.

“I just don’t understand why I’m the bad guy,” you complained, stirring your coffee miserably. You were seated in the campus cafe with your usual companions, Jeno, Jaemin and Donghyuck, and they only looked at your tortured state with amused expressions.

“It’s the curse of having handsome friends,” Donghyuck boasted, making a cocky face.

“I do? I don’t see them,” you made a show of searching the restaurant around you, cracking their egos just a bit. But not enough, because all of you knew you were lying.

Jeno heaved a big sigh next to you, and everyone turned to the boy as he stared down at his phone.

“Uh, what’s wrong?” Jaemin asked, treading into the world of boyish angst.

“It’s pineapple,” Jeno replied, and his two friends gave understanding nods. You looked around at the three of them confusedly, laughing outright.

“You guys have code names? What is this, middle school?”

“Hey! Don’t judge us. We never know who may be listening,” Jeno defended, but his cheeks were slightly tinged with pink. He looked around, dramatically searching the premises, before motioning everyone to lean in close so he could whisper. “Lina’s back seeing that stupid guy, you know, the one with the crusty hair. Rumor has it she’s going to be at the party tomorrow,”

It truly amazed you how these boys could go to parties every single weekend, the four of you only two months into college and they had already adopted the college party lifestyle. You couldn’t say the same yourself, claiming more rainchecks than attendances.

Donghyuck and Jaemin looked at each other for a split second, a silent conversation happening between the two, before they turned back.

“We have a plan,” Donghyuck stated, an excited grin on his face. “You need to make her jealous,”

“And how exactly would I do that?” Jeno asked, looking at his friends blankly.

“Ah, must you be so incredibly dense?” Jaemin sighed, speaking to his friend in a slow, baby-addressing tone. “Get a girl, act like you’re okay without pineapple, make her realize the mistake she made, problem solved!”

“Who should it be, though? Any girl I ask would probably get too into it,” Jeno reasoned, and you nodded your head in agreement. You didn’t expect the two boys in front of you to slowly turn their heads towards you.

“Me?” You must’ve been too loud, because the three shushed you like you were still in a bubble of confidentiality. You rolled your eyes, bringing your voice down to a whisper again. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t necessarily have, how do I say this, the skills to do this,”

“Oh please,” Jaemin scoffed, looking over at you. “You’re the ‘it’ girl. Who better to make Lina jealous?”

“It’s pineapple,”

You found yourself at the party. How pathetic. This was so unlike you, but then again, the person you used to be didn’t quite feel like you anymore. If your childhood friends saw you now, they would surely question if you were truly the girl they used to know. You tried to tell yourself that it was a good thing, your daily mantra. It was already a bit into the swing of the party when Donghyuck appeared in front of you and Jaemin near the drink table, looking as if he had just run a marathon to get to you.

“She’s here, operation fruit salad is underway,”

Jaemin abandoned his cup on the table and grabbed your shoulders, pushing you frantically toward the living room where your partner in crime stood nervously. You felt bad for Jeno, who looked like he was ready to abandon ship, and you grabbed his hand comfortingly. Time to put on a show.

The girl you assumed to be Lima walked through the archway leading away from the foyer entrance, and Donghyuck used his loud voice to call over the noise of the party.

“Truth or dare, losers!”

When the four of you were mapping out the plan, you had asked them if this could completely backfire and random people started playing the game instead of Lina, but they quickly shut down your concerns. Apparently, for the past four years, it was an unspoken rule that truth or dare concerning their group was pretty much exclusive, and everyone knew whether they were welcome or not. You were skeptical, as it seemed too hierarchic to be true, but here you were, sitting between Jeno and Jaemin, looking around at the participants and realizing they were right. You recognized every single face in the group, which really said something considering you made no efforts to befriend anyone else.

You all situated yourselves in a circle, carelessly taking up most of the space in the living room, drawing a bit of attention from the other guests. It was like a TV show, the way there was an audience. Donghyuck searched around for his first prey, assuming everyone who wanted to play had sat down, when he was interrupted.

“Wait, I’m playing too,” Lucas cut in, sitting himself down next to Taeyong who looked over at him surprised, as did everyone else. Jeno leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“He never plays, this is his debut,” You giggled at his choice of words, and you glanced to the side to make sure Lina was paying attention to the two of you. She darted her eyes away, and Jaemin nudged your knee so he could throw a thumbs up discreetly between the two of you.

“Yuta, truth or dare?” Donghyuck started, a mischievous grin on his face. It seemed like anything Yuta picked, he’d have something interesting in store for him.

“Dare,” Yuta said unconfidently.

“Hm, I dare you to jump into the pool, right now,”

“Not the pool,” Yuta pleaded. “We haven’t cleaned that thing in like a year,”

“Dare’s a dare,” the group chorused synchronously. The poor boy sighed, emptying his pockets and dashing towards the sliding door out to the back, everyone cringing yet cheering as he made a large splash in the discolored water. He returned with a towel wrapped around him.

The game continued, various dares committed and secrets dished out, and it had yet to be your turn. You weren’t missing in action, though, progressively getting more into the character you needed to play. You and Jeno must’ve been pretty convincing, because even some of the other boys were giving the two of you spare glances. You hoped this was working, because it took a lot to sell it.

Wrapped up in the act, you didn’t notice someone giving a few more looks than most. Lucas couldn’t help but watch you as you touched Jeno’s arm, or leaned into him in laughter, or let him whisper something to you. He felt nothing, nothing nagging with annoyance or jealousy, just plain interest. If he had nowhere else to look, his eyes would always find you. Somehow, he could tell there was more to it than everyone may think.

Doyoung had just finished taking a shot of whatever mixture Ten had concocted for him, gagging a bit but forcing it down impressively. Then, Doyoung’s attention turned to Lucas himself.

“Truth or dare,”

“Truth,” Lucas decided nonchalantly, a few sounds of disappointment sounding through the crowd. There was a notable increase in size of people watching the events unfolding, bringing a greater amount of pressure to each of the players. They were all waiting for the main event happening right now.

Doyoung thought hard for a good moment, trying to decide just what question would be deemed worthy to ask Lucas, even corresponding with Johnny, claiming he needed to ‘phone a friend’. While everyone else was on the edge of their seats, Lucas was unphased by the suspense of it all.

“Okay, okay. Who in this room--literally anyone--do you hate the most?” The rumble of murmuring sounded about the crowd, everyone curious to get even a little bit of insight into the mind of the boy that seemed to feel nothing. Lucas didn’t ponder for even a second before he responded.

“Myself,”

The party went silent, everyone letting his answer sink in. A chill ran through you, and you looked at the boy sitting directly across from you with pity. Maybe he was just a pretty face with a broken soul. You knew there was something in him, something behind his many closed doors, and maybe you were finally starting to dive deep into it. Despite trying to step away from his black hole, the fleeting insight he gave only worked to suck you back in.

In contrast to the reaction he received, Lucas seemed calm, as always, leaning forward onto with his forearms resting on his knees.

“My turn, right?” he asked, Doyoung nodding, and Lucas took one hand and rubbed it on his chin in thought. His head was tilted downwards, but his eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“Y/n, truth or dare?”

The entire party was hanging on a thread, everyone holding their breath in either anticipation or shock. He made an otherwise unexpected move, yet it was so predictable it wasn’t a surprise once you thought it over. You could see in his eyes that he was trying to see how you would react, and you were determined not to give in to the intensity. You would meet him up there even if you were scared inside.

“Dare.”

The thickness of the air was stifling, yet you felt like it was the first time in your life that you were breathing. Right then, you were alive.

Lucas smothered the twitch in the corner of his lips, keeping his cool. He liked where this was going.

“I dare you to kiss me,”

Check mate. That was his killing move, and it was at your expense.

“Absolutely not,” Mark declared, shutting down the idea at first mention. He looked between the two of you, at everyone watching, and no one barely gave him a second glance. It wasn’t about him, it was about the two of you.

All of your surroundings faded away. All you could see was Lucas, and all you could hear were your thoughts. He was testing you. It was time for you to make your next move. He was the king, but you were the queen. His single move would drown in the leaps you could make across the expanse of the chess board.

You stood, walking over to him and squatting down to meet him face to face. Your arms were slung lazily in front of you, making no move to touch him, and you simply stared at him. He narrowed his eyes just slightly, waiting for you to do something. Anything.

You tilted your head, brushing your fingers through your hair, letting the eye contact sit in the pocket of silence. You should’ve been scared, you should’ve been too shy to do any of this at all, but there was no hesitation in you. The spontaneity of it all fused with the adrenaline to create the perfect storm of a vixen in you.

You looked down at his lips, back up to his eyes, leaning in for the moment everyone had been waiting for. Lucas held his breath, an action only you could hear, and your hooded eyes watched his as they closed. Your lips reached out for his, closer and closer, until they didn’t. You stopped, just millimeters separating the two of you, delaying what he had been sitting there for in the first place. When he only felt your breath on his lips, his eyes slid open, realizing just what had happened. He was caught waiting for a kiss that never came.

Lucas knew what you were doing. He knew full well, yet he still couldn’t accept it. He came into this thinking it would work out for him, and he didn’t expect for you to take the reins, but now that you were, he smiled. He could have gotten annoyed, he could have given up and walked away, but he smiled and chuckled to himself. Right in your face, he laughed, before giving in and crashing his lips into yours himself.

You outplayed the game master.

A lot of things happened in a very short amount of time. Mark walked out of the room, the crowd cheered, and your lips were sealed against none other than the man of the hour himself. They were surprisingly softer than you had anticipated, and the thought made you smile into him, and you knew he wasn’t as hard and tough as he always tried to be. He nipped your bottom lip before pulling away erotically slow.

“I thought you said you didn’t bite,” you whispered, and that was all it took for Lucas to jump onto the train that led straight to you.

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You only realized where you went wrong once you had returned to the right headspace. Your high came crashing down much too quickly. Actions come with consequences. The morning after everything happened was not pretty. It never was.

“Mark, I’m sorry! Technically I wasn’t even the one that kissed him,” You were trying to explain yourself to your brother, and you hoped that his usual forgiveness would show now. You knew you went against what he had asked, but why was it so wrong?

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Y/n. I just want you to know what you’re really getting yourself into. It was for you,” He was getting frustrated with the way you were interpreting all of his attempts to aid and guide you, and he didn’t want to seem like the bad guy.

“It’s my choice in the end, Mark.”

“Fine then, go and do whatever you want. I don’t care what you do. Go and live it up! Let me know how it goes when you come back down from the clouds, okay?”

You scowled at him, and you wanted to just explode and get all of your anger out at him, but a knock sounded on the door. You gave him one last look before answering it. You wished you didn’t.

The last person you expected on your doorstep was Yuna, but there she was, standing there with a sad look on her face. Right when your brain registered that it was her, your heart broke. You forgot about the new friend you had just made, and it finally caught up to you. Mark had been planning to ditch the scene and go back into his room, but she was the only reason he stayed.

“You knew,” she scolded. She wasn’t yelling, but the pained, motherly tone of her voice seemed to hurt you even more. “You knew yet you still did it,”

Yuna hadn’t been at the party, having been at a volleyball conference, and you wondered how she found out. It didn’t matter, but you wished you could have escaped without being caught red handed, just to make things easier.

“Yuna, I’m so sorry--”

“No. You don’t get to apologize. You knew I liked Lucas,”

And that was the final nail in the coffin. You turned to look at your brother, horrified that he just heard that entire thing. His face was dejected, and he shook his head in defeat.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” He ascended the stairs with nothing left to say. You turned back to Yuna, and you could see something flash in her eyes. Was it realization? It must have been, because she gave up on speaking to you, retreating back down the hallway in shock.

You stood there, frozen, unable to recuperate from the dumpster fire blazing around you. And you shouldn’t have, but if everyone had the right to be mad at you, then you figured you deserved a way to cope with it.

“Hello?”

“Lucas, can I come over?” you asked into the receiver, your voice shaking from the nerves. You had asked Jeno for his number, getting a couple smirking emojis back in response. “I’m sorry, I just need somewhere else to go right now,”

You were scared of the response you were going to get, but you couldn’t think of anywhere else you could bear being right then. There was brief silence from his side, and you began to grow anxious as you pressed the button to the ground floor inside the elevator.

“Hello? Lucas?”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m driving there right now. Just wait for me,”

He was making it harder and harder to resent him every second you spent around him. Lucas was dangerous, a contagious plague that infected you. When it came to him, you never wanted to be so bad.

He pulled up to the curbside of your building in just a few minutes, and on the quiet ride to his own apartment, you realized that all this time he had been living relatively close. You wondered why him and Mark didn’t live with each other instead. No words were exchanged, but Lucas felt how upset you were. He wanted to tread lightly, to make sure he didn’t mess anything up, quite a change of pace as to when he didn’t care much at all.

There was something in him that was changing, and for the time being, maybe he was okay with it. Harm was something he had grown to coexist with, so what was one more trial run for the books? If it didn’t work out, then he’d figure it out from there. If it did, well, then he’d figure it out from there with you by his side, instead. Either way he’d trek on like he always does.

His living space didn’t look much like you expected it to, a small studio apartment with everything he needed all in one room, accompanied by a bathroom. He kept it mostly clean, with a few things laying around here and there, and it was cozy. Somehow it felt familiar to you, even if you’d never been there before.

“What happened?” he asked softly, gesturing for you to sit in one of the two chairs at his small kitchen island, but you declined his offer, so he stayed standing, too.

“I think I fucked up,” you replied, looking at him with eyes that didn’t want to cry, but brimmed with tears anyway. Your lips were forced into a deep frown, even when you tried not to. It seemed like everything you told yourself not to was what you ended up doing these days.

“Come here,” he whispered. You didn’t hesitate to walk forward into his arms, finding yourself wrapped in his comfort for the first time. He was warm and sturdy against you, his long arms linked around you as he rested his chin on the top of your head. He wondered if what he was doing was right when you cried into his chest, but it was perfect. You two stayed like that for far too long, until the tears stopped falling and your breathing went back to normal, but he didn’t make a move to let you go, because if he did, he wouldn’t know what to say. He was never good with words.

It had been a while since Lucas had felt right, but he found himself sinking into your pain in a beautiful, comforting way. He was beginning to think it was time to find a reason to stick around for a while.

Lucas Wong was bad news, and everyone loved it. They ate it up like a buffet. Everyone except you. You knew the side of him that no one else got to see, making him far more of a heartbreaker than they could even imagine.

Lucas would be lying if he said he wasn’t sexually attracted to you. There were a lot of things he was dishonest about in life, but his infatuation with you was something left outright on the table. You had an affect on him, and it drove him mad.

Quite honestly, you had a lot of nerve to spend most of your time with Lucas. You knew this, yet you couldn’t stop yourself. He didn’t exactly make it very difficult to stay, anyway.

“I like this one the best,” you told him, pointing at the smaller, more modest of his tattoos right on his mid-forearm. It was an animation of a small sakura flower, the innocence of it greatly contrasting the imagery of the many tattoos that seemed to overwhelm the first impressions people had of Lucas.

“You haven’t even seen them all, yet,” he remarked, looking down at you as your head was laid against his chest, the two of you staring up at his ceiling as he played with your hair. In the many moments you got to share with him recently, you realized that what seemed like lack of emotion in him was really just the numbness he seemed to find himself stuck in. But in some sparks of light at the end of the tunnel, he’d pull everything together and tell himself that it was okay to feel when it came to you.

“You have more?” you asked, grabbing the hand that wasn’t running along your scalp and observing the tiny tattoos on his knuckles. You smiled back at the smiley face on his middle finger.

“Try sit up for a second,” he requested, and you turned to face him as he began pulling his shirt over his head. You remembered his bare torso from the beach all those months ago, but now seeing it up close, there was a big, gorgeous drawing of a dragon across the entirety of his back.

“I take it back, this one is my favorite. Wait, no. It’s the flower. Definitely the flower,” He laughed at your indecisiveness, but enjoyed the small graces of attention you were giving him. Lucas found that he liked when you complimented him.

“You’re my favorite,” he replied, turning his body around to bless you with a short, deep kiss.

“That was so cheesy, especially for you,” you criticized, but you let yourself lean in to repeat the action. He loved your lips, the way you let him take control, the way you tried to merge yourself with him. He thinks he’ll never grow tired of it.

Things can always escalate quickly with Lucas, you found, and soon you were being pressed into the mattress as he kissed you with his forearms straining to hold himself above you. He had one knee slotted between your legs, and he pulled away to look down at you and the way your lips swelled from his assault.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, his black bangs swaying back and forth as he tried to get his breathing under control. The knowledge that you left him breathless was incredibly rewarding. He smiled right back at the silly grin on your face. “The fucking things you make me want to do to you,”

“Then do it,” you begged, desperate to submit yourself to the mercy of him. You wanted him to show you how to dirty yourself, your innocence. You were so far deep now, why not go top speed down the path to destruction? Maybe you’d get some fun and pleasure out of it, too.

“Don’t ask for what you can’t handle,” Lucas warned, using every ounce of little self control in him to not fully indulge in you. He was scared you’d break.

“I’ve never been fucked before,” you stated, the filthy words feeling a bit foreign on your tongue. You liked it. “Is that too scary for you?”

Lucas felt like a little kid in a candy store. He always did when he was with you, but this time, he didn’t have any parents making sure he didn’t grab everything he could get his hands on and run. He was let loose to his own devices.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he groaned, but it wasn’t a threat. Even better, he was simply stating a fact. That brought a chill down your spine. “Are you sure you want this? I need to hear you say it,”

“I want this, Lucas. Please, please,”

Lucas didn’t even kiss you again before he helped you take your shirt off, the impatience and pent up sexual frustration eating away at him far too much to take it slow. He wanted to chip away at your foundation until you dropped down to the level he wanted you to be. The level he stood at where he needed to be inside of you. Yesterday.

You whimpered his name as he forced your bra off, tweaking one of the buds with his thumb and watching with fascination as you jerked and melted at the simple touch. He was about to have a lot of fun with you.

Lucas switched the two of you in position, dragging you on top of him and flipping you over so your back was resting against his chest. You sat between his legs, covered in the sweatpants you loved on him, and he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you closer.

“Take everything off,” he whispered in your ear, and you complied quickly as he praised you for being so compliant. You couldn’t even feel any shame or shyness as you left yourself naked for him to see, too adamant on feeling good. You just wanted to know what it was like, and Lucas turned you on more than you ever thought possible.

“Have you ever touched yourself, princess?” he asked, and you shook your head. Lucas hummed sweetly, softly taking your right hand in his and guiding it down to the place you needed to be touched the most. He hovered your fingertips, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of your slicken heat, before he pressed them against the wetness you felt pooling inside of you. You closed your thighs together, embarrassed at the fact that you were touching yourself so provocatively.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want me to do it for you?” he asked, his voice dripping with something sweet even when he was insinuating such a naughty act. You nodded, but it wasn’t enough to make him give you what you wanted. “Use your words, Y/n,”

“I want you to touch me,” you whimpered, face reddening and you wondered if you would ever be able to recover from the shame you were feeling.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked, spreading your legs apart again and hooking your right leg with his so you wouldn’t be able to close them again. You grabbed his hand, switching roles as you pressed his hand onto your welcoming cunt.

“Here. I want you to touch me here,”

And with that, Lucas ran his long, cold fingers through your folds, enjoying the relieved sigh you let out. The pad of his pointer finger tapped lightly against your clit, in a surprising movement that made you jerk against him. He groaned as you created friction against his growing hard on.

“Lucas, oh my god,” You were lost in the pleasure, the intensity of it somehow amplifying as you were prevented from squirming much in his hold. He rubbed firm circles on your clit, letting you thrash and moan against him.

“Does it feel good?” You nodded against him, your eyes shut tightly, but they flew open when you felt him begin to press a finger inside your hole.

“I love being the only one to touch you,” he panted, his raspy voice going straight into your ear and down to your gushing pussy. “I want to ruin you for every other guy. But I won’t need to, right? I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll always come crawling right on back to me,”

You liked the sound of that, reaching a hand behind your head and grabbing the hair right above his neck. You wanted to hold onto him, ground yourself as he promised to make you never let go. His single finger pumped in and out of you as the heel of his palm dug into your sensitive bud. He loved the sound of you chanting his name. Lucas loved everything about you.

“Fuck, you can barely take another one,” Lucas groaned, managing to after some effort press another finger into you. The stretch was delicious although a new feeling for you, but you would take anything Lucas had to give.

“But I can take your cock, I’ll be a good girl,” you mindlessly rambled, your mind already far away from where your body was getting pleasured. You used your fastly diminishing strength to look down, the stark black ink of his tattoos standing out prominently against your skin as the muscles and veins in his forearms tensed with each movement geared towards bringing you to your impending climax. His unoccupied arm snaked up to your mouth, and you slackened your jaw so he could insert a couple fingers inside, sucking on them eagerly before he pulled them away.

“Good girl, you’re so good for me princess,” he praised, nipping softly on your earlobe. You could barely hear the things he was whispering to you, a ringing in your ears as you struggled to buck your hips up. His fingers reached deep inside of you, curling to press against your sensitive walls. High pitched whines fell from your lips and you were clenching around him, and he shuddered at how tight he could tell you were.

“Come for me,” Watching you squirm above him was beginning to affect him. Lucas’ feet, which were planted on the mattress, pressed harder into the bed to apply pressure and grind his erection against you.

Your grip on his hair was harsh and you reached down to grab his arm with the other. Your legs shook against him and Lucas admired the way you molded into him. Your high exploded, white flashing behind your eyes as waves and waves of pleasure coursed through you and he helped ride you through it. By the time your eyes refocused and your head cleared, Lucas had let up on his ministrations and was hugging you from behind, calming you down with small whispers.

“You did so good, princess. So good,” he spoke into your hair. He was so soft for you, conceding to all of your demands even if he desperately wanted to relieve himself as well. You realized this, and knew you wanted to do the same for him. Still trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm, you used actions instead of words and reached down to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. He kicked them off urgently, and you noticed that he wasn’t wearing underwear the entire time.

You flipped yourself over on shaky limbs, sitting with your legs tucked underneath you on the bed and you got to see his dick for the first time. Or any dick, really. It was red and rock hard, precum leaking off the tip, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to lightly touch the head. He sucked a harsh breath in, trapping his lip between his teeth and he grunted softly under his breath.

“I kind of want to, uh, can I suck you off?”

Lucas thinks his heart stopped for a second. You were looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, and he knew he was done for. He said he wanted to ruin your expectations of all men who followed him, but once again, he ended up the fool. He could only hope that you would stay with him, for as long as you could, so he wouldn’t have to look or touch another girl and see your face staring back at him in his head.

“As much as I want that, I might come in your mouth after like, 30 seconds, and I don’t think either of us want that,” He closed his eyes, fighting his natural instincts, as he was never one to pass up a blowjob, but like he said. Lucas needed to be inside of you.

“I’m ready, Lucas,” you pleaded, and he rushed to lay you down and return to his position above. Your muscles were already weak and you appreciate him letting you relax as he pumped his cock a few times, hissing from the sensitivity. You admired the sight and pushed your hips up slightly, searching for attention. Lucas chuckled, pushing your waist back down harshly.

“Don’t be a brat. Take what I give you,” he scolded, and you didn’t try to do it again. His tone was too demanding. Lucas could see the shame in your eyes, and his hard expression softened. He cupped your cheek softly and pressed the lightest kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered back.

Lucas reached over to the side of his bed and grabbed a condom from inside the drawer. Tearing the package open with his teeth, he rolled it on his length and glanced up at you as he lined his tip with your entrance.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” You nodded, and the nervousness came back to hit you like a truck. It was finally dawning on you that you were about to lose your virginity.

Lucas started trying to push in, intruding your folds, but his cock was getting rejected by your walls. You were clenching so hard that he couldn’t push himself in.

“Y/n, you have to relax,” he cooed, stroking your hair and bending down to press soothing kisses to your neck. “You’re clenching too hard, princess,”

Although Lucas knew he needed to loosen you up, it excited him a bit too much at the prospect of how tight you would be when he’d finally fuck you properly. You sighed from his soft, sweet attention as he continued to kiss your fear away. You thought about how good he was going to feel, how much he was going to fill you up, anything to excite you. Pulling yourself together, you eased your tense muscles and reached down to wrap your gentle hand around his length, coaxing him toward you.

Lucas sighed in relief, pressing himself back up with his elbows locked strongly in place. He let you line him up, and marveled at the fact that it was finally happening. He pushed forward, inching slowly and slowly until you clenched around only half of his cock. He was panting heavily, out through his mouth, pupils blown out as he looked down at you intensely. The pain of the intrusion made you grimace, and Lucas talked you through it as you got used to the stretch.

Your walls were captivating and Lucas thought he was somewhere far higher than where he’d ever been. You were roping him back up from the depths below, his angel sent from heaven. The angel he was corrupting. The girl he was watching fall into the palm of his hand, even if he was the one wrapped around your finger.

“Lucas, fuck me,”

So he did. He would do anything you asked. Starting off slow, he continued to work his length into you until you took nearly all of him, and you both moaned at the feeling. You felt good enough to cry.

As he could tell you got more and more adjusted, Lucas increased his pace with every pleasured moan you let out. He sat back on his heels, grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him so he could properly piston in and out of you. Each time he bottomed out he used his biceps to pull you into him, just a little bit more so he knew you could feel him right where he wanted you to. Your eyes were shut and your hands were grabbing desperately at the sheets.

“You take me so well, fuck, you’re fucking perfect. Your pussy’s so perfect,” Lucas was trying to talk so his mind would stay present, so he wouldn’t get lost in the pleasure. He wanted to feel everything. He wanted to remember this for the rest of his life. You opened your teary eyes and moaned at the sight in front of you, the sweat dripping down his body and down the ridges of his abs, eyes trailing lower and lower past his v-line and finally resting on where he was pounding harshly into you.

“I knew you would feel so good,” he growled, his head spinning and he was slipping away from the control he wanted. Lucas was quickly approaching the threshold dividing himself between guiding you through your first time, and fucking you until you cried and begged him to stop.

With this thought in mind, Lucas kept his pace as he began rubbing circles into your clit, succeeding in feeling you orgasm around his dick, shaking below him. Moans of his name were the only thing coming out of your mouth, loud and wanton and you briefly wondered if he would receive a noise complaint. It wasn’t a concerning thought, instead, you felt proud. You were the one getting fucked into the mattress, and you wanted everyone to know it.

Lucas slowed his pace until he came to a stop, pulling out of you and flipping you over.

“Get on all fours,”

He had officially crossed his inner boundary line. After making you come on his cock, Lucas had no other goal in his mind than doing it again. And again, and again, and again.

He kept his promise, sinking into you from behind and coming with you as you reached your second climax. Then he made you ride him as he got to watch you make those pretty sounds of yours, and when you got too tired he held you up and thrust into you from below. All night Lucas fucked you enough times to rid you of your innocence, and you knew you’d want this life forever.

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“Come on, you have like two weeks to finish this paper. Just get in my car, Y/n,” Lucas whined, but at a softer volume so the rest of the library couldn’t hear him be the big baby he was whenever he was around you. He still had a reputation to upkeep.

“Just think about it, once I’m done, I can spend as much time with you as you want,” you said, not even glancing away from the screen of your laptop. You had a look of concentration and you bit your lip absentmindedly, when Lucas suddenly cupped your chin and turned you to face him.

“Well if you’re going to keep typing away at your goddamn computer, then I need something to do, too,” He grabbed your bag from off the ground and forced your computer into your hands, grabbing your arm and leading you away from the table before you could even ask where he was taking you. Lucas navigated the many circular tables littered around the large building until he reached the individual self-study rooms, opening one of the unoccupied doors and closing it behind the two of you.

“Sit,” he ordered, placing your bag beside the chair you placed yourself in. Your heart was beating rapidly, wondering where he was going with this. Standing on the opposite side of the table, he gave you a mischievous smile before lowering himself down with a playful wave, disappearing out of sight of you, and anyone who might look through the window only high enough to show you everything above the upper half of your torso. You tried to keep a straight face as you spoke to him blindly.

“Lucas, don’t you fucking--,”

You felt his hands rubbing your upper thighs, and he shushed you.

“Be quiet, baby. And act normal, you have an audience,”

He could feel you shudder as he flipped up the short skirt you were wearing, the one that made him fantasize about this very moment, and didn’t hesitate before he rubbed you through the thin material of your panties. You sucked in a breath, giving a paranoid look out the window as you subtly sunk yourself down in the chair to give him better access.

“Good girl,” was all he said before he occupied his mouth with licking a stripe up the damp fabric, several times before he was satisfied with the small whimper you let out. He told you he wanted you to be quiet, but he was lying.

Pushing your panties to the side, Lucas was met with the wonderful sight of your glistening folds. He kissed your heat at first, hiding his tongue from you, and only when you began to squirm in your seat did he sink his tongue into your hole. Your fists clenched and you pretended to open up one of your textbooks in front of you so you could appear preoccupied, your teeth biting your tongue harshly trying not to make a sound. These walls weren’t soundproof to the outside.

Lucas, however, was making all the noise in the world, humming lightly into you and the sloppy sounds of him fucking his tongue into you weren’t very discreet. He was determined to make you come on his mouth, and he would take all of it and still want more.

Leaving your entrance, Lucas moved up to torture your neglected clit, sucking and swirling around it with his mouth. As much as you didn’t want to get caught with his head between your legs, you weren’t planning to make him stop. The entire atmosphere and risk of it all was probably what made the build up to your orgasm so quick.

“Lucas, I’m going to come,” you scream-whispered, and although you couldn’t see him you could feel the smirk radiating from underneath the table.

“Well go on then, that’s what I’ve been trying to make you do all fucking week,”

You clamped a hand over your mouth as you moaned into your palm, closing your eyes and focusing on the pleasure he was giving to you. Gone was the window, and the people quietly getting their work and reading done outside, and suddenly it was only you and Lucas. He was the only one in your present world.

Lucas groaned at the way you gushed for him, not stopping until he licked up every inch of you and you finally pushed his head away. He made his way back to a standing position out from under the table and grinned goofily at you, his back towards the window so no one else could see the way his face was glistening with your juices.

“You’re a fucking madman, Lucas Wong,”

“I really think you should talk to him,” Lucas said, sitting in his car with you inside of your apartment parking structure. Although you go home almost everyday to your loft shared with Mark, the two of you don’t speak frequently. It’s never out of hatred, more out of awkward discomfort as neither of you know what to say. You know that neither of you have even spoken to Yuna since the outburst, and you wondered if you would ever again.

“Easy for you to say, he already got over the awkwardness with you,” you complained. He sighed, squeezing your hand in his.

“You know that’s different. I’m his friend. It’s a lot easier for a guy to dismiss a topic like this with a guy than his little sister,”

You knew he was right, and that’s why you found yourself punching the code into your lock pad with the intent to finally clear the air with your brother. He was cooking something on a pan when you walked in, and he gave you barely a glance.

“Mark?” you called, setting your bag on the countertop and sitting on one of the stools. “Can we talk for a second?”

“I already know what you’re going to say,” he replied, looking up from his deformed egg. “And I just want to say that I’m sorry,”

Your heart dropped, and for the first time you felt bad for not making more of an effort to speak to him sooner. You kept telling yourself that you were just trying to find the right time, but maybe the right time was as soon as possible. Mark had probably been struggling with it, too.

“I never should have made such a fuss about it. In reality, I didn’t know Lucas as well as I thought I did. And seeing him change alongside you, seeing him truly happy for maybe the first time since I met him, I realized that maybe you guys both needed each other. And I was getting in the way of that while making you feel shitty about it,” he had a smile on his face, just like he always did, as he translated the thoughts he’d been wanting to say for a while. You didn’t deserve such a good brother.

“I’m sorry too, I got caught up in the thrill of it all and I guess I forgot that other people exist in this world. And I’m sorry about Yuna,”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll get over it. Seeing she hasn’t even tried to contact me ever since, maybe she really wasn’t the one for me. Not everyone can find love like you,” he joked, and you chuckled lightly. A strange smell began wafting into your nose, and you made a face of disgust.

“I think something’s burning,”

“My egg!”

“You’re a real burden for me, you know,” Lucas teased as you gave him directions to an unknown location. You wished you could blindfold him and drive yourself, but Lucas didn’t let anyone else drive his car. Not even you. Not his beloved ‘Lucas Jr.’

“Yeah, yeah. Keep driving, peasant,” He shook his head, but you could see the ghost of a smile on his face as you laughed hysterically at your own joke. “We’re almost there,”

Honestly, you were almost to the parking lot, an entire block away from the actual location, because you wanted to make sure it would be a surprise. So when he parked and the two of you got out of the car, you made him bend his tall frame down so you could tie the scarf around his eyes. It was a funny sight, seeing a six foot tattooed man being dragged blindfolded down the street by his girlfriend, but what was life with Lucas if you didn’t make it exciting?

“God, woman. You’re going to kill me, aren’t you? Tie me up and push me down a ditch,”

“Can you shut up for two seconds? We’re here,”

You untied the knot and let the fabric fall from his eyes, and he blinked the initial shock of bright light away and stared up at the building in front of him.

“Ta-da!”

“It’s a… a tattoo parlor?”

“Correct you are, Lucas. And I, Y/n Y/l/n, will be getting my very first tattoo. Like right now,”

Lucas looked at you with confusion, never expecting you to make such a decision.

“What are you even getting? Have you even thought this through?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his arm tightly, pointing at it.

“You’re getting a fucking weed leaf on your arm?”

“No, you dumbass! I’m getting the sakura flower,” you sighed, ready to abandon him outside and walk in alone. You watched as a look of epiphany graced his face and suddenly he looked ecstatic. Somehow the gravity and meaning behind your decision was so overwhelming for him that he hugged you right in the middle of the busy sidewalk, lifting you up and swinging you around.

Every moment Lucas spent with you, he could feel you slowly patching up his wounds and scars. There was something about you that healed him, and he was seeing the finish line clear in sight now. He’d never been motivated to do anything in his life, but now it seemed like all he was ever made to do was love you. And he was okay with that.

“You just know exactly how to make me fall in love with you, don’t you?” he asked, putting you down and grabbing your face in his hands. He was smushing your face together a little bit, but you still had the biggest smile on your face. “You won’t look back on this in thirty years and regret it, right?”

“Definitely not,” you replied, leaning in to smash his lips into yours. You pulled away and he had the silliest grin on his face. “And even if you were, I’d let you be my worst mistake, Lucas Wong.”

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Double Sided

→Idol; Hendery

→Genre; Possesive Smut

→Word Count; 3.1k+

→Warnings; degradation, thigh riding, possessive, corruption kink, jealous Hendery, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (fem receiving) , daddy (not so much as a kink), calls you his doll, degradation, somnophilia, auditory exhibitionism, breeding kink,

→Synopsis; Who would've known that Hendery would've had such a different personality than the sweet, goofy man that you met a year ago?

→A/n ~ Hope you enjoy this, I had actually cycled through multiple idols from nct and svt before finally setting on my favorite crackhead, Hendrarrrry. If you liked my one shot please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi. Feedback is wanted, and requests are open for any idol from enhypen, nct, and svt.

Hendery leaned in close to your ear, lips brushing over it as he spoke.

"Such a good girl for me.” A whimper left your mouth, your skin feeling like it was on fire where his hands gripped your waist.

Hendery was full of surprises. Seemingly so innocent when you first met him, flirting with you shyly before you got gestured to the next member by the staff at the fan meet. Somehow convincing a manager to let him talk to you again, quickly sliding you his number before he got pulled back stage to prepare for the concert. It’s been a year since that fateful day and he was constantly surprising you. Whether it was constantly gifting you presents, or taking you on random dates you were definitely well endowed with his attention.

You knew that wasn’t the only side to Hendery, the side that was always joking around, making you laugh until you felt like your lungs were going to burst. You knew that Hendery had a different side, especially after witnessing his duality at concerts.

This was nothing like you had imagined.

Straddling his thigh while he watched you grind against him, only dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of panties. Hickeys already marking your throat where Hendery got impatient - read jealous - while watching you talk with your flirty coworker. A smirk on his lips as you watched your thighs shake, head thrown back while your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders.

“So pretty.” He cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him so that your chests were touching, placing a sloppy kiss over your jugular. “All mine.”

You could only whine at his possessiveness, loving the way he tightens around your neck before letting go. Your hips start to stutter as you feel your orgasm nearing, fire burning so bright you felt as if it was going to burn you alive.

“N-need c-cum please.” Hendery’s smirk only grew while he restrained your hips, forcing your orgasm to fade away into nothingness. A sob falling from your lips while you smacked at his hands, your fourth failed orgasm of the night.

Hendery tsked as he rubbed his thumb over your bare hip, feeling his cock hardening at the sound of your dry sobs.

“You know you’re not allowed to cum. Need to show you that no one would make you feel like me.” You nodded your head as Hendery tapped your hip, signaling for you to start up again.

God, your stupid fucking coworker. You don’t even know why you agreed to go to the company holiday party. Typically choosing to just go home and cuddle with Hendery, occasionally with Bella also when Xiao had you dog sitting. You shouldn’t have told Lula that you would definitely be attending, what even came over you? Maybe it was the fact that she was the nicest one in the office, constantly joining you for lunch and becoming a workplace friend. Either way you regret it now.

You definitely regretted bringing Hendery as your date, especially knowing his tendency to get jealous. Witnessing it after Lucas got too cuddling after a few drinks, appointing you and Ten as his items of affection for the night. Hendery had dragged you to his room after witnessing Lucas attempt to sloppily kiss your cheek. He handed you one of his t-shirts before pulling you onto the bed, keeping you in his room and out of the eyes of the other guys.

You saw how antsy he was while watching you get ready, eyeing your body con dress, attempting to subtly pull it further down your thighs. His hands roaming your thighs as he watched you apply makeup. You had only sighed before asking him if he wanted to come, hoping that him being with you would calm him, keeping his jealousy at bay.

He knew you didn’t know that your coworker Jaehyuk would get flirty while drunk. Easily sliding into the empty space beside you Hendery had left when he went to the bathroom. A strained smile on your lips as you awkwardly sipped your drink, eyes flitting around to see if you could find literally anybody else to talk to. Jaehyuk didn’t let you go that easily, unwanted compliments steadily flowing from his mouth. Hendery had actually witnessed the whole thing, not trusting an intoxicated man with you. Only gripping his cup tightly, laughing at his poor attempts to flirt. It wasn’t until Jaehyuk reached out to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. Hendery hadn’t even heard the whimper that left your mouth, didn’t need to see the fear in your eyes before he was crossing the room and yanking you behind him. Saying a few choice words that left your coworker shaking as Hendery led you quickly out of the building.

Hendery didn’t want to risk you thinking about anyone else, leading to his plan to edge you until he was the only thing on your mind, the name on your tongue.

And so far? It was working exactly as planned.

“Aw look at my jeans baby, you're soaking through them.” Embarrassment flooded through you at his condescending tone. His hands squeezing your hips as he felt them start to stutter again, helping you get off.

“You wanna cum baby?” You eagerly nodded your head, hope in your mind that maybe he would go easy on you after all. You are his baby girl after all. That means he’ll be nice to you right? Right?

“Stand up.” Another sob left your mouth, feeling the pain of another lost orgasm. “Right now.” Hendery’s tone was biting, only wanting you to obey him. You stood up on shaky legs, feeling your panties uncomfortably sticking to your folds. He tsked again as he lifted your shirt, revealing the darkening pastel fabric of your underwear. Teasingly tracing around it, laughing at the way you stiffened when he pressed your clit, sensitive from riding his thigh for an hour.

“Bedroom.” The finality in Hendery’s letting you know that there wasn’t room for argument. Quickly heading to the bedroom you wasted time laying on his bed, waiting for his next instruction.

“Do you think you deserve my dick baby? You were awfully friendly with him today.” You shook your head hurriedly, as you tried to get on your knees only for him to push you back down.

“I need you, please Hendery. S’ wet for you. Need you to ruin me.” Hendery’s smirk only grew at your choice of words. Quickly removing his clothes before coming closer to the bed, running his hands over your thighs so he could watch the way that you squirm. Knowing just how much you’ll come to regret your words.

“Mm really? Want me to ruin you?”

“Please.” Hendery’s hand slid up your thighs, squeezing them intermediately before moving to the hem of your underwear, sliding his finger underneath the elastic. Pulling them to the side to admire your pussy that was glistening from your arousal.

“Aw you want me to fuck you like you’re a slut? Nothing more than my dumb little toy.”

You gasped as he blew on your clit, cold air causing you to twitch and grind your hips against the hair. Hendery only repeated the action before licking a line up your cunt, moaning as he tasted your arousal.

“My little slut tastes so good. No wonder Jaehyuk tried to get a taste.” Before you could even show your distaste at hearing that name in such an intimate time Hendery was attaching his lips to your clit. Hands flying down to tangle themselves in his dark hair, hips attempting to grind against his face when he placed a hand on your stomach, keeping your hips pinned to the bed so that you were at his mercy. Only able to pull on his hair and writhe uselessly at the onslaught of pleasure until Hendery got tired of it. And Hendery never got tired of eating pussy.

30 minutes of pure torture. Whenever he felt you clenching around his tongue too much, or a moan would get a little too loud he’d slow down. Blow on your clit, and wait for you to start to sob before going back in. Sucking on your clit even harder before repeating the process, ruining so many orgasms that you felt as if you were going insane. All of your thoughts were of Hendery and your absolute need to have him in you.

“Aw poor little baby. Look at you, trying to hump the air cause I’m not touching you.” Hendery’s condescending tone only added to his constant teasing, and belittling. Hendery loved making you like this, absolutely dick dumb. Your eyes were completely glazed over while your body shook from your dry sobs. Something so alluring knowing that you completely wanted him, hearing the constant begging leaving your swollen lips.

Leaning in he placed his lips on yours. It took a minute for your addled mind to realize what was happening. When the confusion cleared you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so that he was flush against your chest, his shirt rubbing almost uncomfortably over your sensitive nipples. His hands went to your waist, squeezing them gently before sliding his hands up under your shirt, cupping your breasts and enjoying the way that you moaned into his mouth. Quickly Hendery went to work, squeezing and flicking your nipples while his tongue slid into your work, licking into your mouth and sliding over the back of your teeth. Fingers dancing down your sides before slipping into your underwear, two fingers circling over your hole before shoving them inside of you, a high pitched moan leaving your mouth at the unexpected intrusion.

Pleads leaving your mouth when he attached his lips to your throat, sucking bruises higher up your throat. So many that you wouldn’t be able to hide them next time you say your ‘flirty’ coworker’. No way that any simple excuse would work for it, everyone would instantly know what happened and who did it. Practically branding his name into your throat, everyone being able to see that you’re his. All his to do whatever he wanted to. His little doll. His slut.

His finger’s steadily massaged over your sweet spot, thumb rubbing over your clit. Your hips were grinding against his hand, whining at the intense need to cum, scared that he was going to pull away at the last minute and cause actual tears.

“You're so close, baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy.” Hendery drank in all of your moans as you orgasmed, still working his fingers inside of you while placing sloppy kisses along your neck, one kiss for each bruise. Pulling his fingers out and placing them in his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of your cum that coated his fingers. Watching as your eyes slowly fluttered open to look at him, watching him clean his fingers with a content sigh. Fire already starting to burn again, knowing that the only way you would be satisfied is for him to fuck you.

“Kunhang please.” You rarely said his actual name during sex, so this was more than a pleasant surprise. His cock throbbed hearing it roll off your tongue, and he realized while he was teasing you he was also teasing himself the same exact way. Pulling his fingers from his mouth he quickly helped you take off your shirt, throwing it across the room before hastily taking his jeans off, almost falling off the bed in his haste. A quiet giggle left the both of you when he finally plopped back down, pulling you on top of him, swiftly kissing you again. Less dirty than earlier, but just as needy on both of your parts. Hands entangling in your hair before roughly forcing you to sit up, watching you arch back into nothing.

“Come on baby. You want me baby right?” Hendery smirked while watching you eagerly nod your head. “Then ride me baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

Hendery released your hair and watched how you quickly moved to sit on his cock, barely bothering to pull your panties to the side. Another loud moan leaving your mouth as you felt your tight cunt stretch around his dick, placing your hands on his chest to brace yourself.

“Come on slut. You were begging for my dick right?” A hard slap to your ass punctuated his sentence, causing you to clench unconsciously around his dick. “Then move.”

You started to bounce on him, setting a frantic pace nervous that if you didn’t he wouldn’t let you cum again. You could not handle another lost orgasm. Hendery rewarded you with a deep groan, gripping your hips tightly as you rode him like you were on a mission. His dick sliding over all of your sweet spots, the fire in your stomach growing intensely. You tried so hard to get yourself there, not wanting to disappoint him but your thighs started to shake. Already weak from being edged for almost two hours, and they only started to burn at the intense pace you had set, spreading up your hips and down to your knees.

“Can’t.” You cried out, trying to keep your set pace. Hendery’s fingers dug into your waist. You were certainly going to have bruises of his hand prints all over you.

“Can’t wait. My dumb doll can’t ride dick?” Hendery set his heels into the bed, before fucking up into you as you continued to cry that you can’t.

“You wanted my dick. But can’t even ride my dick.” Hendery grunted as he resumed the pace you set, fucking up into you hard. Your mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “So fucking pathetic. My dumb fucking doll.” Hendery slid one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it roughly with his hand causing your second orgasm to hit you, cum squirting out of you and coating his thighs and stomach. At the feeling of you clenching around him he couldn’t himself and came, continuing to fuck his cum deeper into you, only stopping as you started to whine. Wrapping his arms around you, not bothering to pull out as he turned you both to the sides.

“I’m tired.” Hendery laughed at how childish you were speaking, cuddling your head further onto his chest.

“Take a nap doll. Just know we’re not done yet.” You sighed before taking his advice, the room slowly darkening and the sound of his soothing heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

God, you should’ve stayed awake. You knew he was planning something funny when he told you to sleep, but you hadn’t imagined he would wake you up with his slow thrusts, hands on either side of you while you bit the pillow below you, attempting to muffle your moans. The sounds of people stirring in the dorm caused slight fear to flow through you, panic at the thought of Ten coming into the room and seeing Hendery fucking you.

You tried to bury your face further into the pillow but Hendery had other plans, pulling your hips up so that you were on four and grabbing your hair. Yanking it causing your mouth to drop open and a loud moan to echo through the room. You already knew without seeing them that the boys had heard it, the sound of shuffling feet and forks hitting bowls stopping it briefly. You could already imagine Ten, and Lucas’ cocky smirks at the sound, Winwin’s face turning bright red from embarrassment, while Kun just tried to change the topic because of Xiao and Yangyang asking too many questions. It wasn’t the first time that they had heard you, and knowing Hendery it wouldn’t be the last.

“You're thinking about them hearing us.” You tried to deny it but Hendery only slapped your ass, the smack resounding throughout the room and if you didn’t know better you could almost hear one of the boys saying ‘ouch’. “The way you’re clenching around me. Thinking about one of them walking in huh? See me fucking my kids deeper into your messy cunt, still dripping with my cum from earlier.” Another loud moan, and an awkward cough from the other room. White, hot shame flooded your veins, knowing you wouldn’t be able to face the boys afterwards.

Teeth digging into your lip, trying to protect the little bit of dignity you still had around the boys. Hendery didn’t like that one. Grabbing your hands and holding them against your back, forcing your arch to deepen. In this position every thrust hit your g spot directly, and you weren’t able to muffle your moans, only able to helplessly drool at the intense sensations. Your continuous lack of noise was only angering Hendery, wanting all of the boys to know how good he makes you feel. They would never be able to see you like this, dick dumb and drooling, only able to mumble as he fucked into you like this.

“Dumb fucking doll. Feel so good you can’t even moan huh?” Pulling your arms you groaned from the pain as he pulled you back into his chest, free hand sliding around to play with your poor, swollen clit. Abusing it once more as he rubbed sloppy circles over it, pressing his thumb against it harshly causing a scream to leave your mouth.

“My dumb doll. My little fucking slut. All mine.” You felt yourself clench around him, orgasm rapidly approaching along with some pain from overstimulation.

“Cum for me doll, all over my dick just like this.” With one last well placed bite from Hendery at the base of your throat you felt your orgasm wash over you. Warm, tears flowing down your face as he continued to fuck into you, squirting more of his thick, hot cum into your tired cunt. Hendery slowly pulled out, laying you onto the bed before tossing on some sweatpants and heading to the bathroom.

After very thorough aftercare, you were sitting in bed with Hendery, eating noodles while watching some random movie that he had put on, Bella sensing your slightly distressed state was curled up on your lap. Glancing over at Hendery you watched as he laughed before shoving noodles into his mouth, feeling a smile tug at your lips.

No matter how many sides he had to, you loved each one of them.

⇣Random Crack Dialogue⇣

“Should we go check on her? It’s been an hour since we’ve heard anything.”

“I don’t even want to sleep in my bed, they’ve contaminated the whole room.” Ten whined while throwing himself onto Lucas.

“Let them be, we all saw how Hendery grinned at us while getting the food. He’s doing all this on purpose.”

“It is weird to say I’m proud of him.” All of them turned to Yangyang, who only shrugged his shoulders as he went back to stealing Winwin’s chips. “I mean out of everybody I would’ve thought that Lucas would be the first one to do that.”

“Hey! Can you guys believe him?”

Silence ensued, as everybody believed it.

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nari-nim · 3 years

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pay attention

Pay attention, he tells you. To the movie, he insists. But how can you when his large hands are working wonders on your body?

genre: smut

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

word count: 566

warnings: size kink, hand kink, clit play, heavy petting, nipple play, yunho being a playful lil tease

nari-note: mmh more porn with plot

It was just supposed to be a casual movie night.

But you knew there was nothing casual about the way Yunho’s hand slowly stroked your inner thighs, making your thighs involuntarily quiver whenever the pads of his fingers graced just a bit too high. And Yunho knew exactly what he was doing.

In fact, once you sat down on the couch with him, he pulled you flushed against his chest and snug between his strong thighs. The soothing circles he rubbed against your hip elicited feelings of comfort at first. But as he continued massaging, moving his hands over to your thighs, the first of many soft and breathy mewls escaped your lips as his ministrations made you spread your legs open wider and wider.

The movie playing on the TV screen would’ve been long forgotten if not for Yunho casually commenting on plot points as if he wasn’t feeling you up like no tomorrow.

“Yunho...” you whined, turning to ask him to do more. Yunho barely glanced at you, returning your pout with one of fake sympathy.

His large hands let go of caressing a particularly sensitive spot that had the pit of your stomach burning to grab at your torso and shifting you to face forward again.

“Pay attention,” Yunho murmured, toying with the hem of your shirt. His fingers danced against the skin of your stomach, before shifting through the fabric of your shirt to stroke at the swell of your breasts. “We’ve been wanting to watch this one.”

You always loved how his hands seemed to capture so much of your body in his grasp, and the way he touched your boobs was no exception. Taking advantage that you weren’t wearing a bra, Yunho grabs at your breasts and squeezed, tweaking your nipples at a rough pace.

You couldn’t help the loud moan that seemed to echo through the living room.

Immediately, Yunho’s hands retracted, leaving you feeling empty. You whined, trying to look up at him. He quickly grabbed at your jaw, tilting you head at the screen.

“Don’t get distracted, my love,” Yunho cooed, the amusement so palpable in the tone of his voice. “Or I’ll stop.”

You internally groaned, knowing just how much Yunho loves playing these types of games.

So instead of responding, you grab onto his thighs, hands barely wrapping around the muscle rippling through his grey sweats. You could feel his hard on pressing into your back, both of you aware of how much he loves it when he just feels too...big...for you.

Humming in content, he rubs a finger along your nipple over your shirt, the fast flicking of his masterful hands making you lightheaded with lust. With his other hand, he reaches over and cups at your heat. You gasp, trying to stifle a moan as he rubs his finger across your clothed clit. He circles it, secretly relishing the way your breath grows faster and faster. Realizing he can’t break you, Yunho slips his fingers through your shorts and slides them slowly through your folds. You roll your eyes back, squirming under his touch.

You look up at him, silently begging him to do so much more.

Yunho finally looks down. His dark and lustful gaze drank in the sight of your glassy eyes and desperate expression. He flashed you a playful smirk, feigning innocence as he nodded towards the TV screen, “C’mon, sweetheart, it’s just starting to get good.”

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thrillridesz · 3 years

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the one that got away | k.m

in part of the ‘love die young’ collab hosted by @junjungsunwoo

➔ pairing: kevin x reader (f) x juyeon

➔ genre: angst, love triangle, amnesia!au, artist!au, lovers to strangers, friends to lovers

➔ warnings: swearing, smoking, injuries, heartbreak, mentions and consumption of alcohol, accidents

➔ word count: 6.2k

➔ a/n : dedicated to one of my best friends/mutuals here @sunqnyu who I’ve cameoed in this fic! also unedited for the moment. All feedback is HIGHLY appreciated.

“Kevin, Kevin! I have news!”

Footsteps pounded against the wooden floorboard, the sound reverberating through the entire studio, sawdust flying beneath shuffling feet. The homely smell of a crackling fireplace and dark coffee hung delightfully in the air, the sounds of clinking metal ringing faintly as beautiful, wooden sculptures began to take form right before the artist’s very eyes. The studio was spacious and airy, the glass windows above allowing the bright sun beams to shine through, illuminating the room with its natural lighting.

Several wooden work tables were situated in the middle of the room with open toolboxes, enormous blocks of wood of all kinds and unfinished wooden art sprawled across the tables. On the walls, were shelves and shelves of elegantly carved wooden pieces of art from a wooden swan to a carved wooden house and a large canvas board where woodworking tools were displayed proudly despite looking well used. One could tell that whoever had them displayed had a great deal of pride in them.

At a far corner of the studio, Kevin looked up from the wooden sculpture he had been tinkering away, his dark eyes shining through the glass goggles he had on. The canvas apron tied around his slender waist wrinkled ever so slightly when he shifted, mild annoyance radiating off him at the now broken momentum he had just a few seconds ago. His raven hair fell softly over his eyes as he leaned back into his work, attempting to regain his concentration once more much to the lady’s irritation.

“I’m busy, Bella. Go bother someone else.”

The woman in front of him frowned, clearly affronted by his words.

“You need to take a break sometimes” She scoffed, pulling a chair and crossing her arms over the back of the chair as she sat down in front of him. “You’re such a workaholic, I feel like you could actually be some sort of masochist.”

Kevin lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyes intense yet piercing as his eyebrows furrowed together. The sunlight shining through the rustic, glass window from behind only made him look more intimidating, the shadows bringing out his features in sharp angles.

“I will when I’m done.”

“You’ll want to hear this. I promise.” Bella said slowly and this time, Kevin snapped his head up more in annoyance rather than curiosity.

“Fine, what is it? Shoot.”

“It’s y/n.”

Immediately, Kevin stiffened. His grip on the chisel in his hand tightened until he was sure he was leaving a mark in his own palm. He could feel his heartbeat picking up the pace just at the mere mention of your name before he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. Turning back to his sculpture, he tried his hardest to maintain his focus.

“She’s none of my business. Why are we talking about her?” He asked in a cool voice without looking up but Bella noticed a slight wobbling at the last word. Suddenly, her hurriedness to get the news to him seemed almost cruel to her, like deep down she wanted to see how grief-stricken he would be. She bit her lip, feeling herself get cold feet but he needed to know.

“She’s getting married, Kevin.”

The tool in Kevin’s hand almost fell from his usually firm grip as he felt his stomach fall. He snapped his head up to look at Bella, with an indescribable look in his eyes. He could feel his hands begin to tremble as the fear crept in despite his best efforts to remain nonchalant. He could barely get a grip as he whispered softly, “Married?”

“Yeah. To...” She trailed off, an uncomfortable expression on her face. “To Juyeon.”

Kevin bit at his lower lip, his focus on his sculpture now wavering. The pounding in his heart was now so much faster and stronger than ever that he would be surprised if Bella couldn’t hear it. Trying his hardest to remain a strong front, there was an almost blank and careless expression on his face.

“Look, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Are you okay?” She asked, her heart tinged with regret.

Kevin looked away, a faraway look in his eyes. There was a moment of silence before he exhaled.

“Whatever she does, whatever happens to them… I don’t care.”

Bella watched quietly as the man turned back to his woodwork, his eyes trained intently on the sculpture in front of him.

This was just like Kevin. He was always pretending things didn’t bother him when they did. Having been friends with him for almost a decade, she was quick to pick up on things like that. She ought to have been used to Kevin’s mannerisms by now but seeing her best friend in such an emotionally damaged state made her upset.

Behind that blank, unmoving gaze, she knew he was fighting conflicting emotions and what was worse, was the fact that she could do nothing about it. The man had too many walls built around him, tearing them down would be akin to scaling Mount Everest without protective gear on - impossible.

Yet, could you really blame him? At 23, Kevin had been through too much and the last thing Bella wanted to do was tip him over the edge. Experience had told her that questioning it would only drive her further away from her best friend.

Opening her mouth, she hesitated for a moment before closing it again.

Perhaps it would be better to just leave it at that.

As Bella turned to go back to her station, Kevin stared quietly at his unfinished work, the inspiration to continue through it dying rapidly as he felt a dull ache in his heart.

Your hands feel small in his, delicate and soft.

Kevin couldn’t help but smile softly into your hair as he covered your body with his, his hands over yours as your fingers tried to mold the stubborn lump of clay before you. Your fingers were grey with wet clay and your body shook ever so slightly as you giggled to yourself, your eyes shining with playful joy.

“Stop laughing. We’ll ruin this again,” he scolded, his voice teasing and soft.

“I know I shouldn’t but the feeling of your hands on mine and this soft clay tickling my fingertips as it spins is almost unbearable.”

Bella, who was sitting from a distance away, rolled her eyes. “Get a room, you lovebirds.”

Your face began to heat up as you peered up at her shyly while Kevin merely tossed her an indifferent, smug grin, his hands still on yours with his body still hugging over your smaller frame.

“You wish you had what we have,” he winked.

“Ew, no way,” she gagged in an exaggerated way but her eyes twinkled. “Love turns your brain to mush, see Exhibit A.”

She gestured towards the two of you and Kevin rolled his eyes while you wore an intense blush on your face.

“We’re fine, thank you very much.”

“Sure,” she replied, “By the way, about the Sunday proj-”

She stopped mid sentence, her eyes wide with surprise as she stared at something behind the two of you. Her mouth has dropped to form an ‘o’ shape and the paintbrush she holds in her hand clatters to the ground.

Curious, Kevin turned behind him and his grip over your hands faltered, ruining the clay pot the two of you were sculpting. You were startled as your hands suddenly collapsed onto the clay, the soft curve the two of you had tried so hard to carve out together, destroyed. Frowning, you looked in the direction the two of them were gaping at.

Standing at the entrance of the studio, a certain tall, dark-haired man wore an excitable grin on his face. His features are sharp, defined and his eyes narrow but intense, sparkling with bright youthfulness. He had a handsome face, the kind of face that you’d stop when you saw him on the streets.

“Who’s that?” You whispered under your breath but Kevin didn’t seem to have heard you as he rushed over, almost tackling the man with a bone crushing hug. The man’s laugh rang through the studio and he didn’t seem to mind that his starch white shirt was getting stained grey as Bella bolted past you, joining in the hug.

Only you sat where you were, stunned and confused. Who was that?

“Juyeon! It’s been so long!” Kevin cried, clapping the man on his shoulder while Bella remained plastered to his side, hugging him affectionately.

“Um…” You looked on, unsure of what to do and finally, he seemed to notice the bewildered expression on your face.

“Oh! Y/n, this is Juyeon! He’s a good friend of ours, went to the same art school as Bella and I,” he explained, the grin on his face stretched wide on his face. “He went overseas to shadow a famous Italian artist and literally everyone in our batch was so jealous.”

“Oh come on, I was lucky,” Juyeon smiled and he turned to you, “Hi, it’s nice to meet-”

It was as if the words were suddenly caught at the back of his throat and his dark eyes widened both in what seemed to be shock and awe. You could feel his eyes sweeping over you carefully and instantly, you felt self conscious. Yet as soon as you thought you saw it happen, a kind, gentle look fell over his features.

“...Meet you,” he extended a hand, beaming warmly.

“Nice to meet you.” You replied uncertainly and grasp his hand, shaking it.

“Y/n’s my girlfriend,” Kevin explained and neither of you notice it but Juyeon’s shoulders drop slightly and his eyes darken ever so slightly.

“Ah, I see.”

“These lovebirds met in this studio. If it wasn’t for me, they would never have been together.” Bella quips.

Juyeon cocks an eyebrow at Kevin, who scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well…”

“I knew Bella from the café I worked at and I was looking for a new hobby to pick up and she said this place had art lessons so I joined and… The rest is history.” You replied, smiling and Juyeon shot you a meaningful look. You are unsure of what to make of it and there’s something about it that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Right.”

Kevin sees the look his best friend is giving his girlfriend. It is critical, sharp and one of wonder, the kind of look he has seen on Juyeon’s face so many times when he analyses a piece of artwork. The look in his eyes is gentle, carefree but there is something different about it that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

For some reason, it doesn’t sit right with him and a slight shiver runs down his spine. Something about it feels off but he cannot pinpoint what. His eyes dart between Juyeon and you, a tinge of dread tugging at his heart but instead, he smiles. He shakes off the weird feeling and dismisses it as mere overthinking. He was probably working too hard or just overjoyed at the appearance of Juyeon so much so that his feelings and emotions are all over the place.

It wouldn’t be until later that he realises that he should have paid it more attention.

That night, the drive home was silent.

He’d watched the streets roll past him in a flurry of lights against the dark canvas of the night sky. Usually, Kevin would have played some music on the stereo but today, he simply didn’t feel like it. He was exhausted and tired, too tired to do anything other than get himself home and in bed.

After he pulls into the garage of his home, he checks his mailbox and finds a small, off white envelope sealed with a golden wax seal. It is lavender scented and even though he knows what its contents are, he rips it open emotionlessly and easily. The wedding invitation itself is written in elegant calligraphy and as his eyes slide lower, he feels his heart constrict painfully.

Upon entering, his apartment was quiet, dark and as he plopped his keys into a nearby wooden tray by the front door, the sound of metal clanking against wood reverberated through the house. The dark windows reflected the emptiness of the house, the rustic, woody interior. A long time ago, this home was his safe haven, his abode and in a way, it still was. But it wasn’t the same kind of safe haven.

There were several messages from work and a few from Soodam, a girl he’d been casually seeing.

soodam: i won’t be around for the next week or so

soodam: it’s work.

The look on his face was blank, devoid of expression and he shuffled over to his room.

As the hot water hit his bare back later in the shower, Kevin’s head was downcast as he ran a hand through his wet hair. Steam was rising from his shower and the water was getting a little too hot, the droplets scalding his skin and stinging his flesh but he couldn’t seem to care.

“What is that supposed to be?” Juyeon gestured towards your sculpture, his brows knitted together in confusion.

You stared at the clay figurine in front of you, shaped awkwardly by your clumsy fingers that seemed to have no sense of artistic flair. What was supposed to be a clay figurine of a woman looked more like a tree and a very grotesque one at that. Bella, who was sitting at another table had almost spat out the iced tea she was drinking upon walking in and you scowled at him.

“It’s… It’s abstract,” you bowed your head, ignoring the teasing smirk on his face.

“Sure it is,” Juyeon snorted, turning his focus back to his oil painting. “You know, abstract and trashy aren’t interchangeable.”

“You-”

“Are you guys really at it again?” Kevin asks, his arms overflowing with rolls of paintings as he enters the studio. His hair is disheveled and his paint splattered apron is wrinkled as he juggles everything in his arms. Plopping everything onto a nearby work station, he wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his forearm as he shoots the both of you a questioning look.

“Juyeon’s just being a jerk again,” you said, rolling your eyes. “So much for being a gentleman.”

“Woah,” Juyeon held up his hands in mock surprise but his eyes held a glint of mischief and playfulness. He was clearly taking pleasure in ruffling your feathers. “Look at that and tell me that that thing over there does not resemble a sea monster more than a woman.” He points at your sculpture and you glare at him, holding your hammer like a weapon.

He chuckled in response, his eyes shining with joy as he looked at you in a way that almost made you shy.

The look on Kevin’s face was one of amusement. “She’s trying her best, I think it looks fine.”

“Kevin’s the best,” you declare, as Kevin walks over and you hug him tightly at the waist while sticking your tongue out at Juyeon.

“I was just joking.” He says and Kevin couldn’t help but notice a slight tensing in his shoulders as the mirth disappeared from his eyes. His expression darkened and the buoyancy in him seemed to deflate ever so slightly but as soon as Kevin thought he saw it happen, Juyeon was already wearing his trademark grin. “Ever heard of a joke, y/n?”

Before any of you could reply, he waved his hand carelessly.

“Whatever, I’m going to focus on my painting here. I’ll catch you guys in a hot minute.”

With that, he picked up his painting and left the room without casting a second glance at either of you.

Kevin stood in front of the mirror, his expression blank as he looked at his reflection. How did he suddenly look so tired?

There were dark circles hanging under his eyes from the many sleepless nights leading up to this day, his eyes dull and icy. He looked impeccable in his black suit and coiffed hair but the expression and fatigue that was plain as day on his face indicated otherwise. He was an empty shell of a person, pretty and dressed up for the occasion on the outside, empty and hollow inside.

As he drove later down the streets, Kevin ignored the growing ache in his heart. It was a terribly painful and agonising ache, one that threatened to rip him apart but he pushed it away. Kevin’s face was devoid of even a shred of emotion and he stared straight ahead at the road in front of him. He wasn’t going to break, not if he could help it. He’d managed to ignore his own feelings for so long, what is another couple of hours?

His fingernails were making crescent shaped indents into the leather steering wheel by the time he rolled up to the wedding venue. He could hear the vague chattering of the wedding guests outside as they drank champagne from elegant glass champagne flutes and helped themselves to gourmet canapés while they waited for the ceremony to start. Kevin screwed his eyes shut, massaging the bridge of his nose as he leaned his head against the cushion of the driver’s seat, trying to calm the pounding in his chest.

He could do this, couldn’t he?

There was a sudden knock on the car window and he turned to see Bella, leaned over as she peered into the car and at him in concern. Her lips were moving but he could barely make out what she was trying to say. His legs felt like they weighed a ton as he exited from the vehicle and Bella frowned, a worried expression on her face.

She was wearing a gorgeous lilac purple dress, one that flared at her hips and hung off her shoulders. Deep down, Kevin wasn’t sure if he should feel upset that she’d taken the liberty to dress really well for the wedding or impressed at her get up. He just smiled weakly, “You look great, Bella.”

“I thought you weren’t coming.” She said, ignoring his compliment. “Why are you here anyways? We both know you’re not over y/n. Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Wow, not even a ‘thank you’ or ‘hey, you look great too’. Do I look that terrible?” He forced a laugh but Bella merely narrowed her eyes.

“Kevin.”

Her tone was firm, set and Kevin knew he wasn’t going to get anything past her. He sighed heavily, turning away from her. “Are we really going to do this here? I’m fine.”

“Are you sure you’re fine?”

There was a pause before he replied.

“No.”

The rainstorm was raging, violent and the wind was so strong that the branches on the trees swayed sideways, threatening to snap any moment. The roads were dark from the overcast clouds and fast darkening skies, making it difficult to look at what was on the road ahead. Raindrops pattered loudly against the glass pane of the car window but it was nothing compared to the chaos within.

“I don’t understand why you would do that! You know that she was just trying to get your attention!” You raised your voice, the red hot anger in you pumping adrenaline through your blood.

“Look,” Kevin said calmly but you could feel his annoyance from the way his words came out as controlled, restrained. “I have no idea what you are talking about. Yeji and I are just friends.”

You folded your arms, shaking your head vehemently. Your lips were pressed into a thin line as you stewed in your anger and frustration. You shot him a dark glare that was both icy yet full of disappointment as you said softly, “You clearly don’t care for my feelings. You can’t tell me you don’t notice her feelings for you.”

“Y/n-”

“Even Juyeon agrees with me!” You blurted out and at that, he finally turned to look at you, his eyes wide with shock but they quickly narrowed. You could feel a chill run down your spine, the way it always did when you’d seen him angry. But this time it was different, because it was the first time it was directed at you.

“You talked to Juyeon about our relationship? How much have you told him?”

“He’s our friend…”

“Why would you do that?” He asked, hurt at the revelation. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of the two of you talking about your relationship. In a way, a part of him didn’t feel at ease with it. “You couldn’t come talk things out with me?”

“It’s because you’d never listen! I’ve given so many hints, told you so many times that Yeji likes you and is trying to wrap you around her finger! So many times, Kevin. But did you listen? No, you didn’t,” your words came out breathless and you could see that his expression had turned sullen but you pressed on. “You clearly don’t care much for our relationship, or my feelings. Who else could I turn to?”

There was a silence for a moment, thick, tensed silence, save for the rainstorm outside.

“You,” he said finally, “You are blowing things way out of proportion.”

“Me? Blowing things out of proportion?” You stared at him.

“Yeah. Do you not trust me? I’ve told you. Time and time again. Yeji and I are friends, for fuck’s sake and stop overreacting.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he immediately regretted them. Kevin turned to you and his heart absolutely crumpled at the stricken expression on your face, the way your eyes held such sadness. He’d never swore at you ever and now in the heat of the moment, he’d gone and done it. You were frozen in your seat and as he reached out to touch you, you recoiled instantly like his touch burned through your clothes and seared your skin.

“Y/n, please… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t touch me.” You spat out the words as angry tears began to roll down your cheeks. Kevin could feel his pulse accelerating and his nerves were beginning to overwhelm him. He’d never seen you like this and it broke his heart. Knowing he was the cause of it, made things even worse.

“Please, y/n. Please, I-”

He didn’t manage to finish his sentence because the next thing he knew, the car was flying through the air and if it wasn’t for the seatbelt, he’d have flown off his seat. He could hear screaming and realised to his horror it was yours as the most excruciating pain imaginable shot through his body and before he knew it, his world turned black, uncertain.

The wedding processional music was beginning to play as the guests watched the groom take his place on the altar.

It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining bright above where the skies were dotted with several puffy clouds. The flowers were in full bloom today, their sweet fragrance hanging in the spring breeze and everyone was dressed to impress for this special occasion. The decoration of white tulle and elaborate floral setups were eye-catching in a subtle way that gave the place an almost ethereal vibe which Kevin and Bella could hear the rest of the guests whispering in hushed, awed tones about.

Kevin could feel Bella’s eyes on him as he took his seat, holding his hands together to keep from shaking. Now that he was here, every fibre of his being wanted to leave, wanted so desperately to leave but he forced himself to stay behind. The place was beautiful no doubt, but the knowledge that this was all Juyeon’s work and the thought of the both of you making such plans and arrangements together in your shared apartment. His artistic style was elegant, poised and everything here radiated a similar vibe, so much so that Kevin almost felt a little suffocated.

There he was, at the altar, proud and excitable. Juyeon had on his wide grin that Kevin had grown to be almost weary of. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he’d not felt this way when he saw that smile. His hair was styled expertly and the tuxedo he wore fit him extremely well and even from here, Kevin found his friend dashing but when the bride entered the premises, he found the wind knocked right out of him.

You were stunning, gorgeous… beautiful. Your dress clung to your curves, not obscenely but elegantly, gracefully. It had a lace bodice and in the fabric, there were tiny crystals embedded in and sewed into place by thin micro strands of white gold. It had a pretty cutting, one-shoulder which fitted you perfectly. The white velvet train trailed behind you, rustling the red rose petals strewn along the way. Your makeup was minimal but it gave you a glowing look which made Kevin’s heart skip and though you were wearing a veil, your beauty simply shone through.

He watched as you made your way over to Juyeon and felt Bella’s hands on his. He didn’t even notice he’d been pressing his fingernails into his palm, almost hard enough to break skin. You walked, no, glided down the aisle and watching you was like watching beauty and grace. Beauty and grace that will never, ever be his but the man at the altar.

Kevin’s heart ached so badly he thought he might pass out from the pain, the cracks already there growing deeper with each step you took closer to Juyeon and away from him. Every fibre in his being wanted so desperately to call your name, to be the one standing at the altar. He couldn’t tell you how many times he’d imagined this in head, in his dreams only to wake up to reality, a reality without you in his life. He longed to see you smile for him again, to feel your arms around him again. Tears were running down some of the guests’ faces, tears of joy but as the first tear escaped and rolled down his cheeks, he realised it was tears of sorrow and pain.

As you muttered the words ‘I do’, Kevin felt his heart shatter once and for all into a million little pieces, irreparable and unsalvageable.

The atmosphere in the emergency room was chaotic as doctors and nurses sped down hallways, barking orders into their beepers while they wheel patients into operating rooms. Anxious family members pace around the reception area, some of them crying and shaking out of fear and worry.

Kevin could barely move his body, the thick bandages making movement difficult and strenuous. With even the slightest shift, a sharp pain would shoot up his spine and send him reeling. He was in the most physical pain he’d ever been in but there was still something in his mind.

You.

He had been beside himself with worry ever since he’d awakened after his surgery and had no news of you. Being so heavily bandaged up and in so much pain he had needed doses after doses of morphine, it was impossible for him to even get up and try to find you. He couldn’t even make a few metres without needing to be back in bed.

It wasn’t until a week later did he find out from Bella and Juyeon that you’d been transferred to a different hospital for your injuries. She had kept it from him for fear of worrying him so it wasn’t as if Kevin could get mad either. It was important that you got the medical attention you needed and the knowledge that this had happened with him on the wheel, bothered and guilted him to no end. The guilt ate at his heart and everyday, he’d asked the doctors if he’d be able to be discharged only to get disappointed when they’d shake their heads time and time again.

“Juyeon.” He called out weakly one night when the latter had picked up his coat and was about to leave. Bella had gone to the restroom so it had only been the two of them in the ward. The dark-haired male turned to look at him, leaning into his bed, concern etched in his features.

“Yeah? What is it, Kev?”

“Take care of y/n for me.” He asked, eyes pleading even as he remained immobile. There was a flash of something indescribable behind those dark eyes of Juyeon’s as he made his request and there was a certain tightness in his voice as he whispered, “Yeah… Sure.”

Maybe he had been too high off the morphine then to recognise it but now that he knew better, Kevin knew that that was the voice of a man who had something to hide.

After the wedding ceremony, Kevin had retreated to the back of the garden where he sat behind a fountain. He could hear the chattering from afar, muffled and distant, like in a different world altogether. The sun was beating down on the ground and the smell of flowers hung sweetly in the air as he drew out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette, feeling the nicotine run through his blood and soothing his nerves. Never would he have thought that he’d ever pick up smoking, something he had previously frowned upon yet now, he couldn’t see why he’d ever thought that way.

When alcohol or work couldn’t do its magic of taking his mind off reality, cigarettes always did the trick. It slowed his heartbeat, calmed his nerves and made him feel light on his feet even as his heart felt heavy, so very heavy that he’d felt weighed down by it. The top buttons of his dress shirt was undone and the ends of his shirt untucked while his hair was ruffled - making him look beyond unpresentable but he couldn’t care less. Somehow, the will to upkeep himself had died along the way.

As he took another puff, he relished the way it allowed him to ignore the emptiness in his chest. After the pain, came the dark, hollow emptiness. Emptiness that nothing could fill up. It was as if something had switched off inside him the moment he’d seen you and Juyeon exchange a kiss and before Bella could talk to him, he’d made his leave.

He stared at the grass beneath his feet, laughing to himself. Just how pathetic did he look right now?

“Kevin?”

At the sound of your voice, he snapped his head up and had to take a deep breath at the sight of you. Up close, you were prettier than you were on the aisle if that was even possible. Your hair framed your beautiful face and the gown you wore made you seem almost like royalty, untouchable. Yet, there was a voice at the back of his voice that whispered, “It’s not for you.”

He forced a smile. “Yeah? How can I help you y/n?”

“We’re serving cake now, would you like to come with?”

Kevin tried to ignore the stab of pain and hurt in him at the tone of your voice. It was polite, kind but distant, like you were talking to someone you didn’t know very well which might seem to be the case in your perspective but it was so different from that in his. So, so different. Did you really not remember all those times and precious memories that you’d shared? He wanted to shake you, just hold you and look you in the eye and ask all those questions that were stuck at the back of his throat all these months. But he held back.

“Sure.”

As the two of you made your way back to the yard where everyone was mingling, Kevin trailed behind you, watching your dress slide over the soft grass. How easy would it be to just declare his feelings for you right here? It would take little to no effort to hold onto your wrist, pull you into him and tell you everything he’d ever felt about you but he couldn’t. Not when you were already somebody else’s lover. It was too little, too late.

“Juyeon!” You called out happily and as the groom turned, the smile on his face wavered when he made eye contact with Kevin. Kevin held his gaze steadily, his eyes emotionless as he made his way over.

“Hey, Kevin.” He said simply, a small smile on his face and if this was a few months ago, Kevin would have given into his urge to scratch that smile right off his face but right now, all he felt was fatigue.

“Hey.”

“We have like 5 different flavours here, would you like me to get you a bite of each?” You asked Kevin and he merely nodded. As you wandered away, there was a moment of silence between the two men as Juyeon shuffled his feet.

“Kevin-”

“I can’t talk to you right now.” He said coldly.

“Then why did you come?” The other man asked, a hint of aggression in his voice. Clearly, the man used to winning didn’t like to be talked down to, even after he’d gotten everything. Even his former best friend’s lover.

“You invited me.”

“Yeah but I thought you had a girlfriend. I thought we were cool.” The expression was one of indignance which Kevin wanted to laugh at both out of disbelief and anger.

“Soodam is overseas for work, plus I’m not here for you,” he turned to you over at the dessert table, laughing at something a friend of yours was saying, your melodious laugh ringing through the afternoon and sending a warm feeling in his empty heart, “I just want to see y/n happy.”

Juyeon’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he stared at Kevin.

“Look, if you’re thinking of-.”

“Of winning y/n back?” Kevin shot him an icy look, his voice dripping with venom. “Believe me. I want to. I dream of it every night but after all she’s been through… I can’t do that to her.”

“W-What do you mean?” Juyeon’s voice was a mere whisper.

“I see how happy she is. I know she’s happy with you and as much as that hurts me, her happiness matters more to me than my love for her. If it wasn’t for me… She wouldn’t have lost her memory and wouldn’t have spent months in a hospital in pain, fighting for her life. I couldn’t even be there for her during those hard times but you were. ”

Juyeon swallowed, “Kevin…”

Kevin ignored his words before continuing, “I don’t know what sort of stories you told her, what lies you fabricated but just promise me one thing,” he turned to Juyeon, “Promise me you won’t break her heart or tell her the truth, ever. She’s gone through enough. It fucking kills me to know the woman I love will never be mine but it hurts even more if I see her broken from the truth. If I ever see so much as a tear from her shed because of you, you are fucking done.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and left, his cigarette abandoned on the grass as he felt a part of him, the one who’d loved you so deeply, the one that made it possible for him to be capable to love anyone, disappear from his heart forever.

You watched from afar as Kevin turned and left, leaving Juyeon staring after him. There was a stricken look in your husband’s eyes yet for some reason, your eyes were drawn to Kevin’s retreating silhouette. From where you stood, there was something eerily familiar about that gait all of a sudden.

Instantly, you could feel your heart beginning to pick up its pace and a searing pain suddenly ripped across your temple, making you wince and almost drop the plate of cake you had in your hands. The pain was terrible, head splitting and you almost felt lightheaded as you dropped the plate onto the table, holding onto your head.

As you closed your eyes, an image of a pair of hands that you didn’t recognise as Juyeon’s over your own, fingers lacing with yours. Things were flashing past your mind like parts of disrupted, damaged film. A soft voice, a voice so unlike the coarse sound of Juyeon’s at the back of your ear, humming Yiruma’s ‘River Flows In You’, your favourite classical piece. An unknown person placing his palm on your hands as you lay bedridden in hospital, kissing your hand. Was it Juyeon?

A rainy evening in a car. Someone’s hands gripping so tightly onto the steering wheel that their knuckles had turned white. A scream of your name.

When you opened your eyes, a lady friend of yours was holding onto you, her expression worried as she asked if you were okay. As you waved her concern away with a smile, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sadness penetrate through your heart. A sudden sinking feeling of regret, heartbreak and grief came in a large wave that washed over your heart and without you even knowing, you felt a tear drop from your eyes and onto your finger, on your wedding ring.

You stared at the diamond ring on your ring finger then at Kevin’s disappearing form.

What is this feeling?

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