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jaylaxies · 7 months

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THE ONLY EXCEPTION

PAIRING: haechan × fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, brother’s best friend trope, fluff, slight angst, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cunnilingus, penetration, breeding, usage of nicknames, themes of jealousy, mentions of mark (brother) and other dreamies, mentions of yunjin from le sserafim, Imk if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT: 10k words

SYNOPSIS: mark was an overprotective brother and he didn’t fail to show it, warning all the guys to stay away from you, his best friends were no exception. so, how will you make it work when you return back after graduating school, only to find that your crush is paying more attention to you than ever? it most certainly doesn’t help that it’s lee donghyuck, to whom, you are strictly off limits.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my loves <3 i finally wrote a fic for the loml hyuckie <3 all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33

The music blasting from the speakers, reverberating around the room full of university students, the wretched smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes lingered in the air as your sharp eyes adorned with perfectly winged liner focused around the room, greeting everyone who was shocked to find you at the party.

It felt good to be back.

Leaving for a boarding school wasn’t on your bucket list, yet it was an opportunity you couldn’t miss, the school being a prestigious one with a degree that would only be helpful in the future, which left you no choice but to disappear for three years, only to suddenly reappear today, straight making an appearance at the party.

“Told you, your celebrity status is still intact,” Yunjin winked at you, her being the only friend who was stubborn enough to not break contact with you, and you loved her for the same.

Raising your brow at her, you took another swing of beer which you had loosely gripped in your hand, “it’s not mine, it all belongs to my brother,” you said, “I don’t want this attention, especially when it’s only valid because I’m Mark’s sister who had a glow up over my time of not being in the town.”

Your brother was well known in the university—the same university which you’d be attending soon along with the people who also attended the same middle school as you, however, his reputation preceded him as he, along with his friends, had turned into the group all girls desired to be with, yet they never let anyone stick around for long.

Settling down wasn’t their forte.

People snogging around every corner of the house wasn’t a sight you were willing to witness, granted you had a long flight and were tired. Not having any ride back home was another factor which made you approach your brother—who wasn’t locked up in a room with some girl for once.

“I wanna go home,” you huffed, standing next to Mark, who was quick to excuse himself from the conversation he was having.

“I can’t drive you back, I’m buzzed dude,” he says, “my baby sis is all grown up,” he looks your way, patting your head before you step back, disgusted at his overly affectionate big brother act.

He acted as if everything was normal when in reality, he was the one who always deprived you of every single thing, not allowing you to go out, not allowing you to meet boys, and most importantly, not letting his friends interact with you.

“Ew, drink this and sober up.” You passed on the water bottle in your hand to him, “how am I supposed to go back? Should I take a cab?”

“No, that’s not safe. You wait here, I’ll get my friend to drop you off,” he asked you to wait by the front door.

The shock on your face was evident, yet it was better to get a ride with one of his friends rather than fending for yourself this late at night. With a nonchalant nod, you walked away, waiting by the door.

It wasn’t hard for Mark to find his group, they were sprawled across the sofa as if they owned it, surrounded by girls sitting around them; or on their lap.

“Who’s not drunk here?” He asked, straight up eliminating Jeno from the list, who was taking big gulps from his can, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, “minus Jeno.”

Haechan was quick to ignore the girl who was leaning down to kiss him, eyes tired yet lined with the perfect amount of eyeliner—a look he went for whenever a party was concerned.

“I am sober. Driver duties, why?” He asked.

Even though there was nothing but truth in his words, it would be hard to accept it, provided that his eyes were the perfect shade of brown which harboured the ideal amount of brightness during the day, and just the exact amount of intoxication at night.

“I had one beer,” Jaemin said, sitting with a bored expression on his face, probably not in the mood to entertain the girls at the given moment, unlike Jeno and Renjun, who basked in the attention of them.

“Y/n wants to go back home,” Mark explained, grabbing another can of beer, “and I obviously can’t go to drop her off.”

“Y/n? Is she back?” Hyuck asked, playing with his silver rings before unbuttoning the top of his black button up, exposing his chain clad neck and clavicle, which was valid given how hot the room was.

“Yeah, she came back in the afternoon today. Jaem can you drop her back home?” Jaemin chuckles at the offended look Haechan threw his way.

“Of course man,” Jaemin agreed.

“He’s drunk too, in case you overlooked that, I’m the sober one right now,” Hyuck said, pointing out the obvious.

“Yeah, dude there’s no way I’m letting you go alone with my sister,” Mark laughed, “lord knows you can’t keep it in your pants,” he added.

Hyuck was quick to raise his eyebrow, scoffing, pushing his tongue inside his cheek, “and he can?” He asked, pointing at Jaemin.

“He knows where to draw a line, unlike you, and she’s my baby sister, I’m not risking anything,” Mark explained enthusiastically, as if it was a joke, because it caused an uproar of laughter, which only infuriated Hyuck more.

“I know when to stop,” he said, annoyed.

“You didn’t know that when you fucked principal’s daughter,” Jeno provided.

“And when you did so in his office, with cameras installed,” Renjun not so helpfully added.

Hyuck agrees that they were right to a certain extent, but their lack of trust was always something that bothered him. If there was someone who actually didn’t know where to stop, that would be them, because he did not appreciate the insults thrown his way.

It also didn’t help how he genuinely wanted to see you, but now his mood was ruined, courtesy of Mark.

Mark then proceeded to list out a few more things as to prove that Hyuck wasn’t fit for being anywhere close to his sister, “I don’t trust you with her,” he shrugged, asking Jaemin to drop you off and ending the conversation.

Meanwhile, it had been a solid seven minutes and twenty six seconds since you started waiting for Mark’s friend to come and pick you up, and you made sure to put the time into good use by observing your surroundings yet again.

In the farther right corner, you spotted your old crush, Park Sunghoon, who was in your ethics class. He never paid attention to you, granted your brother made sure to warn the whole school population that you were off limits.

You couldn’t deny, it was good to see him happy and you swore you noticed him giggling too, talking to your old classmate, who you remember, was called Moon—one of the beauties of your school, before he pulled her into a sweet kiss.

Your observation was cut short when one of Mark’s friends, whom you had not seen in the past three years appeared in front of you with a small smile. Na Jaemin, he was charming from the bottom to the top.

“Welcome back, Y/n,” he smiled, voice slutry, which came naturally to him.

You offered him a smile in return, shamelessly checking him out, he had gotten buff. You were not expecting him to come here, but then again, your subconscious wanted to see that one boy whose eyes reminded you of honey.

You wondered how he looked now. Does he even remember you? A sigh left your glossy lips as you admitted that you still might have a teeny tiny crush on Lee Haechan after all this while, and deep inside, you wished to see him again.

With a smile, you followed him to the car as he engaged you in a conversation. It was probably the first time he had been given the permission to interact with you, and even he couldn’t deny, he loved to see the development, the confidence that you had come back with.

While you were getting back home, Haechan was fuming with anger, kicking the pavement as he had left the party, his mind formulating ideas for a plausible revenge against everyone. He was rebellious, he’d give himself that, yet in the depth of his heart, he meant well, not wanting to hurt anyone intentionally, only for the sake of having unharmed fun.

It wasn’t as if his friends were any different, so why should he be the one who’s labelled to be the worst of them all? This time, he wanted to hurt someone on purpose, the someone being Mark Lee.

Solution? Get as close to you as humanly possible—which would also mean that he’d have to work to get a place in your heart. But he didn’t mind it, especially when he had liked you all this while.

Mark wanted him to stay away? Tough luck because Hyuck wanted you.

Thinking about you reminded him of when you first met through Mark, he had priorly informed everyone to stay away from you, despite the fact you were in fifth grade, almost isolating you from the world. However, it wasn’t enough for Hyuck to stop greeting you with his gummy smiles, which caused you to smile back at him too.

That’s the most exchange you guys have had over these years. Hyuck was gonna change that, and so, he found himself walking towards your house, knowing well that Mark won’t be around to stop him, and your parents would be deep asleep given that it was past midnight.

Climbing up your room wasn’t hard, especially when he was aware of the ladder kept in your backyard, but being silent after entering your room through a window was tough.

The lights were dim, just how you liked it when you slept. With a few steps, Hyuck reached your bed, eyes fixated on your sleeping figure.

A small, genuine smile graced his face when he noticed the small pout on your moisturized lips. Adorable—that’s how he perceived you, yet there was no denying how much you had grown up to be prettier than ever, and he couldn’t help but caress your cheek with his thumb, even the slightest touch making you stir in your sleep, causing him to chuckle.

He had to have you.

You weren’t sure if it was a dream or had Hyuck actually visited you at night, though, the latter idea seemed nothing less than a delusion. Maybe it was your brain playing tricks with you, but it wasn’t your biggest concern at the given moment as you wanted nothing more than to freshen up and eat.

What you did not expect was to see your mom catering the four boys sprawled across your living room, the guy in your dream wasn’t anywhere to be seen still.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” your mom sweetly pulled you in her embrace, gaining the attention of your brother and his friends, who were sitting together playing some video games.

“Good morning, mum,” you smiled, having missed her while you were away for school.

“Yo, I almost forgot you were back for a second,” Mark commented as your mom asked everyone to sit down.

You looked at him with a sour expression, “yeah, right. Cause there was no one to tell you that you’re wearing two different designs of socks,” you pointed out, getting a snigger out of Jeno, who passed you a sweet smile when you looked his way, averting his gaze within a second, a habit of all his friends who weren’t allowed to stare at you.

“Or that you’re wearing your T-shirt inside out,” you scrunch your nose as others see a very clueless Mark trying to get everything in order, your mom also amused by the sudden liveliness in the home, “no, but how are you this unaware about yourself?” You mused.

Mark didn’t get to reply or whine when the front door opened to reveal the guy of your dreams, quite literally.

Lee Haechan came into the room as if he owned the place, your eyes fixated on his messy hair as he said hello to your mother, who was more than happy to see him here.

Hyuck was her favourite out of all Mark’s friends.

Other guys were quick to apologize to Hyuck, you wondered why, and Mark had apparently apologized on text last night for crossing the line.

He looked carefree and unbothered, so you didn’t ponder upon it much till he sat down next to you for breakfast, finally looking in your eyes.

You blinked once, focusing on his eyes which looked like they had honey swirling around them, his skin was tanned to the prettiest shade as he passed you a small smile, “hey, Y/n,” he acknowledged your presence, lips almost upturned into what seemed to be a smirk.

For a second, you couldn’t quite focus as you were too enthralled observing the beauty marks scattered across his face, his plump pink lips—

Yeah, that thought shook you awake, “hey, Haechan,” you greeted back, thinking that calling him Hyuck might just be too friendly.

“So, are we on for our trip tomorrow?” Jaemin asked, cutting your interaction short.

“Wait, what trip?” You asked, knowing that your parents were gonna be out for a business trip too, and you weren’t one to enjoy being home alone in such a big house.

“Didn’t Mark tell you?” Your mom asked and shook your head, throwing an accusatory look his way, “They all are having a stay in at Hyuck’s beach house.”

“And me? Am I supposed to be staying alone for what—how many days?” You asked.

“A week,” Mark informed, unaffected.

“I’m not staying home alone for a whole week, mum, this isn’t fair.” The distress was clear on your face.

“Call your friends over then,” your mom suggested.

“For a week? We’d rather go out for vacation too,” you pouted, not noticing the stare of two boys.

“Join the trip with Mark then,” she recommended, placing the fluffy pancake on your plate.

“What? Why? No,” Mark protested and the room bursted into a web of chaos with everyone discussing it.

Only Hyuck was silent, his eyes still on your face, admiring your side view shamelessly, but also careful not to give out his intentions in front of Mark.

“It’s a boys trip, mom. Y’know? Boy stuff,” he winced, trying to explain without explaining that all they planned on doing was drink, smoke and invite girls over, “guys, tell them?”

“Yeah—he’s right,” they all agreed, not maintaining eye contact, looking at each other awkwardly.

“Okay, since the beach house is Hyuck’s, why don’t we let him decide?” Your mom sighs, looking at Hyuck.

Now that the sole attention is on him, he tries to act clueless with a helpless look on his face, especially when you are looking at him with big eyes, lower lip jutting out in a pout.

Then he looked back at his friends, who clearly wanted the girl to go, minus Mark at least. Lastly, he looked at your mom, who only smiled, and that was enough of an excuse for Hyuck to say with the sweetest smile—

“Of course, Y/n and her friend are always invited.”

“He said yes,” you were on the phone, explaining the whole situation to Yunjin, knowing well that she’d be more than ready to accompany you for your rendezvous.

“He what?” She exclaimed, knowing that the boys would never take your side, especially in front of Mark.

“I know, mom sorta helped cause Haechan never says no to mom, it’s like he’s her favourite child or something,” a humorous laugh left your lips.

“Well, he will be once he becomes your boyfriend,” Yunjin gushed, “we’ll make sure he notices you this time, we’ve got a whole week to make it work.”

You had rushed up the stairs and into your room as soon as the decision had been made, followed by the loud complaints of Mark—which you did not bother to hear, calling Yunjin to fill her in with the situation instead.

She was packing as you were speaking.

In all honesty, it never crossed your mind that you would actually want to seduce Haechan, provided that he was Mark’s friend, which would lead to fights you definitely didn’t wish to be a part of, but you were an adult, so Mark held no authority over you.

There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun after all.

“I’m not giving you a ride,” Mark deadpanned when you got back downstairs, your mother looking at him with disappointment.

“I’ll take a cab then,” you rolled your eyes.

“No need, you’re taking two cars and it’s enough to fit you all,” your mom finally said, “who’s driving?”

“Me and Mark,” Hyuck replied, voice innocent as you turned to look his way, “Mark is taking the bigger one.”

“Is that so? All boys can go with Mark then. Won’t you give a lift to Y/n and Yunjin, Hyuck?” Your mom asked, knowing he won’t say no.

She was good at persuasion, unknowingly giving Haechan the full opportunity to be with you, which is exactly what he was aiming for in the first place.

Haechan only nodded earnestly, eyes almost shining as he looked back at you, “of course, you can ride with me,” he said, ignoring the glare thrown his way by Mark as your name rolled off his tongue, “Y/n.”

As if his voice and gaze wasn’t enough for you to stop breathing in a room full of people, the subtle smirk on his lips successfully had your knees buckling with anticipation.

Never in a million years you had thought that you’d be riding shotgun in Hyuck’s car, with him driving and humming along to songs under his breath. You had worn the shortest skirt you managed to find in your closet and the little trick had worked as you saw him staring at your legs when you first came downstairs, announcing that you and Yunjin were ready to leave for the trip.

Not only did it grab the attention of the boy you had been targeting, but also it garnered attention of Jaemin, who at least tried to act respectful by gulping and looking away.

Hyuck on the other hand believed that he should blatantly stare at the things which are to be admired, including your legs.

It didn’t take long for you guys to load your bags into his car, as the other one left ten minutes before you guys. Yunjin wasn’t a fan of long drives—two hours in your case, so she put on her AirPods and closed her eyes the second she got into the back seat, also to give you privacy with Haechan.

He drove with one hand, the other resting on his thigh. The rings and chain adorning his body caught your attention for a second too long. His hands were definitely bigger than yours, veins popping out whenever he gripped the steering wheel.

The aura around him was too strong, as if he was a magnet ready to pull everyone towards him, you were no exception.

“Like the rings, darling?” He asked, eyes on the road with the corner of his lip upturned.

The question successfully broke your train of thoughts. It was probably the first conversation you had with him, excluding the usual greetings.

And he kick-started it by calling you darling.

“They’re pretty,” you replied, not letting the nickname phase you, despite heat creeping up your neck.

His smile widened at your answer and he swiftly got a ring off his finger, passing it to you—again, without even looking your way.

“They’ll look prettier on you,” he says ever so smoothly, and you bite your lips, trying to stop the smile from widening as your fingers brush against his, taking the ring and inspecting the design, “don’t wear that in front of the boys though, they’ll flip.”

An amused chuckle left your lips, something which Haechan did not expect, “why? Still scared of Mark and his empty threats?” You asked.

He pissed you off too much with his don’t come near my sister or I’ll make your life a living hell threat to others, and you were bitter about it.

“Now, why would I be scared of Mark?” He scoffed.

“Because you’re one of his friends who aren’t even allowed to look my way,” you said as a matter of fact, breath hitching the second you felt his fingers on your thigh, the warmth of his palm juxtaposing the cold metal of his rings.

The car was stopped at the red light, “I’ve always looked you in the eye, sweetheart,” he whispered, confirming his statement by turning his head and staring right into your eyes, the tension palpable as your gazes locked, the look being too alluring for you to break the eye contact.

His whole demeanour changed in a second when his serious expression morphed into a sweet smile, the kind that makes you melt right before he shifted his focus back on the road as if he hadn’t just provided you a sliver of hope about him being interested in you.

He, however, didn’t bother moving his hand which was gripping your thigh lightly, his fingers were long and looked exceptionally pretty on your skin. You couldn’t help but look out of the window, trying not to let your thoughts get out of hand.

It certainly didn’t help that he was singing explicit romantic songs with all his might while your best friend was sleeping peacefully in the backseat.

Haechan loved every single reaction he got out of you, your little shivers when he caressed your thigh, your breath hitching for the very same reason midway a conversation, and your sweet blabber as you he initiated a conversation.

“How was school?” He asked after a while.

The conversation flowed smoothly after, the ride wasn’t long after all, his hand caressing your thigh throughout the journey, and you wished for it to be longer.

The beach house wasn’t a house apparently, but a mansion with how grand it was. Meaning, everyone would easily get their own rooms. Mark’s car was already parked as they reached earlier, but you saw Jaemin coming out when he heard the sound of Hyuck’s car, helping you take the bags inside with his ever so charming smile while Yunjin and you silently gushed about the beach view.

Others were busy preparing for the party that was to be held at night—which was news to you.

The interior was in the shades of black, white, and greys, matching Haechan’s personality in a peculiar manner, given that he was filled with colours of all sorts.

You and Yunjin selected the adjacent rooms on the first floor, the balcony giving you a pretty view wasn’t something you’d want to miss out on. Haechan occupying the room which was right in front of your room is another thing which boosted your excitement.

The next few hours flew by as you rested on the beach with Yunjin, soaking up warmth of the sand with the cold ocean waves reaching your toes. It felt peaceful.

“So, what are you gonna wear to woo Haechan today?” Yunjin asked, sipping on her iced beverage.

The sun was about to set, your eyes never leaving the sky which displayed all shades of red, yellow and orange, “what do you mean?”

“I mean that there’s no way they won’t be inviting girls, it was supposed to be a boys trip after all to get their dicks wet,” she said as a matter of fact.

You winced again, not having it in you to watch your brother surrounded by girls.

“And if Haechan was flirting with you, then it’s your chance to flirt back now, given that Mark would be drunk beyond the point of recovery. Not to mention how you’ll have to do something so he doesn’t stray off and give attention to other girls,” Yunjin listed out.

She was right, it wasn’t like you were going to get this chance again, “red dress or black dress?” You asked with a playful smile and she squealed, rushing you into your room to help you get ready.

The music was blaring by the time you applied the last swatch of lipstick, smacking your lips for the colour to blend in perfectly, complementing your skin tone ever so perfectly. Yunjin doing the same beside you.

You weren’t sure how they managed to gather all this crowd for a party, granted you guys didn’t even live here, yet who would question these boys, an online invite and people would come running to attend their parties.

Which was the case at the given moment as well. The second you stepped out from your assorted room, you found Jeno practically eating a girl’s face off with how passionately they were kissing right beside the door, the music blaring in the background as you tried to overcome the initial shock of seeing your brother’s friend going what you’d consider wild.

Making your way downstairs, you put on your best confident expression, your eyes immediately looking around, trying to find a certain black haired guy.

Yunjin stopped you, pointing at the corner of the room where Hyuck was sitting with girls surrounding him, Renjun right next to him, a scoff of disbelief leaving your lips when one of them oh so comfortably sat down on his lap, his arm wrapping around her waist so naturally.

Yet you couldn’t deny just how effortlessly attractive he looked in that black button up, the first few buttons undone to reveal his chest. The eyeshadow enhancing the look of his eyes to appear more slutry than they already seemed to be.

Great. This is what you came on this trip for—to see Hyuck tilting the chin of a random girl, shoving his tongue inside her mouth.

This won’t do, you averted your gaze, going straight to get alcohol, any kind would do, you just needed a boost of confidence to work upon your plan. Yunjin knew exactly what you were up to, winking at you before wandering off in the crowd.

“Not dancing tonight?” Jaemin asked, standing right next to you as he poured himself a drink.

His presence made your job easier, especially when he looked so good tonight. His dark hair was a little messy, sleeves rolled up as he was clad in all black, a simple chain adorning his slender neck.

Perfect bait to get a reaction out of Haechan.

If he’d bother to look your way, that is.

“Talking to me tonight? Not scared of my brother anymore?” Your lips curled up, amused.

That earned a laugh out of him, “he’s locked up in a room as we speak,” he said over the music. Translation: he was busy fucking someone and he won’t be here to monitor your moves.

Your nose scrunched, not wanting to think about your brother doing the deed. Jaemin walked alongside you as you took up his offer to dance, but also made sure that you could see Haechan clearly with your spot.

His eyes turned your way for the first time tonight the second you started moving your body along to the rhythm. The distance was fair, yet it felt as if you were the only person in this room and he was the only spectator to your actions.

Jaemin’s hand came to rest on your waist, your body in sync with his moves, the proximity close and a blissful expression on your face.

Again, you subtly looked Hyuck’s way, only to find his eyes darker than ever, not straying away from you for even a second, the girl on his lap long forgotten as he couldn’t find a reason to give her his attention anymore.

Not when you were dancing with Jaemin, not when your dress rode up, revealing your thighs, not when Jaemin whispered in your ear and you giggled, getting closer to him.

He couldn’t stand it, the muscle in his jaw clenched, his tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek with annoyance bubbling up in his body.

You turned around, only to find Haechan missing from the spot he was sitting at. All of a sudden, you excused yourself from Jaemin and made your way around the room, to find him again and you failed to do so.

The room’s atmosphere got stuffy as the night progressed and you made your way upstairs to your room in need of fresh air which was very well provided by the grand balcony.

Just as you twisted the door knob, getting inside the room, you gasped as Hyuck closed the door behind you, pushing you against the wooden surface of the door, his scent taking over your senses seamlessly as you breathed in deeply.

“Hyuck—” you whispered, hyper aware of how close he was to you, his body pressed against yours in a way you could feel his torso muscles. His face tilted ever so slightly, just enough for your noses to brush against each other.

The position alone sent you into a state of frenzy, and he didn’t even let you finish speaking out his name as he chuckled darkly.

“Didn’t know you were into Jaemin, darling,” he whispered, causing you to gulp down the nervousness, which was of no use as your knees felt even weaker with his slender finger tracing your cheek, stopping right by your lips, “dancing with him while wearing the ring that I gave you.” His thumb caressing your bottom lip, parting it ever so slightly, “doesn’t really sound fair to me now, does it, baby?” He asked, stopping his actions and looking your right in the eye.

You couldn’t show him how affected you were with possessiveness laced tone, “I don’t see how it’s unfair, Haechan,” you smiled sweetly, keeping your hand on his chest.

“Wrong,” he said in a beat, “his intentions aren’t pure,” he provided.

You chuckled, turning your face to the side for a second, “what about your intentions?” You dared to ask.

His hold on you tightened, “you wanna know my intentions?” He asked, voice so low it gave you goosebumps as he moved even closer to you, his lips on the verge of touching yours.

They never fully touched, your hand becoming a barrier between you two, “maybe some other day,” you whispered, the expression in his eyes unreadable, “someday when you don’t come here with tainted lips after kissing god knows how many girls,” you smiled tightly, pushing him aside, the alcohol only providing you with unadulterated courage.

He pulled you back, hand wrapped around your wrist so his torso was pressed against your back, which vibrated with his chuckles, “didn’t know it bothered you that much, pretty,” his lips touched your earlobe.

“It doesn’t,” you seethed out, trying not to sound breathless as you shrugged out of his hold, “besides, we mean nothing to each other. I won’t stop you from snogging anyone and you can’t stop me from dancing with anyone.”

That’s all you said before slipping out of his grasp, rushing in and closing the bathroom door behind you and breathing in deeply. The feeling of his touch still lingering on your body, he was jealous as you were and he was so close.

So close to kissing you.

Hyuck leaned against the door on the opposite side of you, “we mean nothing to each other?” He scoffed under his breath, the image of Jaemin’s hands on your waist coming back to his mind. He was wrong to pay attention to someone else, he admits, but now he was determined to give you all his attention.

“You’re mine, you just don’t know that yet,” he says, knowing you won’t be able to hear him, “all mine,” his tone was possessive still as he walked out of the room.

The boys woke up all hungover the next morning, while you and Yunjin snuck out of the mansion before others woke up, only to avoid Hyuck, which was almost funny given that you were here to get his attention.

Regardless, you sat in this cute cafe you found nearby, explaining the whole situation to your best friend. The slight smirk on her face gave away the fact that she was proud of you for not giving him attention last night. It’ll only make him want you more, she had said.

Mark called you right after you finished your meal, “where are you?” He asked, panicked, “don’t tell me you got kidnapped,” the horror was clear in his voice and you rolled your eyes, not understanding how his brain worked.

“I literally left a note on the fridge that I’ll be out for lunch and shopping, Mark,” you explained, almost laughing when you heard him say oh. He was standing right in front of the fridge apparently.

“Right, have fun,” he said, hanging up the call.

He wasn’t the best brother but he did care. At times, more than he needed to.

“Okay so here’s the plan,” Yunjin started to explain. She loved giving out ideas and they always worked, which is why you found yourself in the swimsuit store, purchasing the one which flattered your body in the best manner.

“And don’t lock your room at night. Knowing Haechan, he would definitely give you a little visit after seeing you pull that stunt.”

The sun was setting and you were almost back at the mansion. You enjoyed the day and it was a great plan to get Hyuck out of your head, even though it wasn’t possible despite the fact that it had been only two days since you came back and met him again.

Tonight’s plan was to have a bonfire by the beach, grill meat and have a good time. Mark had finally accepted and asked everyone to tone down and make the trip more family friendly, hence the bonfire.

The place was empty when you got back in, and you saw the boys setting up the barbecue when you changed into your dress before making your way to join them.

“Remember the plan?” Yunjin asked and you nodded, loving the feel of cold sand beneath your foot.

Hyuck was the first one to notice your presence, his dark eyes fixated on your figure as you walked towards them, Jaemin being the second one as he smiled your way, to which you smiled back sweetly.

You still had Hyuck’s ring on as you approached the place where Hyuck and Jaemin were grilling the meat, Mark was sitting down and playing his guitar while Jeno and Renjun sang along to the song, Yunjin being a great singer also joined those three.

“Can I have a taste?” You asked, looking at Jaemin with hopeful eyes.

The weather was cold yet the burning stare of a certain someone had you feeling all kinds of warmth, yet you didn’t look his way.

“Of course, say ah,” Jaemin said, eyes shining as he held the piece of meat for you and you gladly accepted it, your lips touching his fingers in a caress, the juicy taste making you hum out in pleasure.

In a second, you were turned around, “there’s something on your lips,” Hyuck muttered, expression stoic as he brushed his thumb on your lower lip, “all cleaned.”

You would have laughed at the jealousy had his action not been so intimidating, as if he was warning you not to do this.

“Thanks,” you said, voice extra sweet before you looked back at Jaemin who was confused at the exchange, “can I have more?” You asked.

“Here.” Hyuck shoved a plate in your hands before Jaemin could even reply, “enjoy your food,” he said, smiling but his eye twitched in the process, making you bite your lower lip to contain your laugh yet again and you sat down finally.

“Do you think the water would be cold right now?” Jeno asked no one in general, his intrusive thoughts winning.

“Why? Wanna take a dip?” Mark asked with a laugh, eyebrows raising once he realized that Jeno was serious about it.

“It’ll be fun,” he said as everyone laughed around him.

“There’s no light out here, Jeno,” Renjun said.

“It’ll be fun.”

“The waves are strong too,” Mark reasoned.

“It’ll be fun.”

“Okay, his vocabulary is limited,” Hyuck said, sitting by you as Jaemin handed over the plates to everyone, Mark sparing a glance to make sure Hyuck didn’t sit too close to you.

“We can go one hour after eating, just dip our toes in,” Yunjin suggested and you guys agreed as Mark resumed playing his guitar.

“Have more, Y/n.” Jaemin smiled, giving you more pieces to eat from his own plate.

Haechan didn’t remember the last time he felt so pissed over something this small, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It had been two whole days since you made your comeback in his life but those two days were enough for him to want you, granted he did have a crush on you for the longest time, only now it wasn’t just your sweetness he was attracted to.

“Thank you, nana,” you beamed, the nickname only infuriating Hyuck more while you could see Jaemin blush faintly and you truly wondered how all these goofballs pulled girls so easily.

“Nana,” Hyuck mocked under his breath, Yunjin noticing the atmosphere and slightly pushing you towards him.

“You’re doing brilliantly,” she whispered, “he looks like he’ll blow up anytime now.”

It felt nice, sitting in front of the bonfire while listening to others singing. You knew you were trying to make Hyuck jealous yet it was hard not to stare at his face, which basked in the glow of fire. He was already looking your way, noticing how you still had his ring on, which only tempted him to pull you on his lap, yet he knew it was impossible with your brother monitoring his every move.

“Let’s go into the water,” Jeno repeated, as Mark smirked.

“On the count of one, two,” he said, and didn’t even finish before your eyes widened as your brother came to pick you up in hopes of throwing you into the cold water.

Mark was escapable. Jeno on the other hand, not so much and it didn’t help how they both had lifted you up despite your thrashing and whining and ran towards the water.

“Mark I swear I’ll kill you—” you warned and Yunjin had the time of her life recording this whole scene.

Renjun continuously reminded the boys to stay safe while also doing god’s work by providing you with the flashlight set on the highest setting from his phone.

Within a second, you were screaming and thrashing as the boys dropped you into the cold water, laughing and doing the same with a horrified Renjun before rushing towards the mansion, especially Mark, leaving you all cold.

Hyuck rushed to close the flashlight.

You were wearing white, and the water only made your clothes look transparent, which is why Hyuck was taking his jacket off, but yet again, Jaemin was quick to wrap his leather jacket around your shivering frame.

He was glad that you were covered but the annoyance was clear on his face, the amusement long gone even with you muttering and plotting Mark and Jeno’s murder with Renjun.

Nor did he enjoy the sight of Jaemin taking you back to the villa, acting all protective as if he was your knight in shining armour.

“You’re making it so obvious that you’re jealous,” Yunjin quipped, noticing how everyone walked ahead of them, rushing to the mansion.

He laughed out, ending it with a scoff, “I have no reason to be,” he said, voice calm, “she’s mine anyways,” he shrugged, determination clear in his eyes.

“Wow, you’re not even scared to admit it out loud? What if Mark hears?” She asks and Hyuck’s expression sours.

“He wouldn’t approve. That’s a given but that’s not enough to stop me,” he shrugged yet again.

“Okay Mr. Someone is stealing your girl as we speak though,” Yunjin pointed out, a fake sympathetic scowl on her face.

Haechan hated feeling this way, the feeling where things do not go his way. He hadn’t felt this way since—forever. He had everything he wanted, but not you. Mark being a hindrance is something he considered to be normal till some extent, but Jaemin? That’s unacceptable.

“I’ll take care of it.”

It was one in the morning and you were wrapped up in a blanket, sitting down near the balcony to observe the spectrum of stars which you could have sworn were shining.

Being thrown into the water wasn’t the best experience per se, but you knew it would soon turn into a funny memory you guys would look back at someday in the future. Yet, it wasn’t something you were thinking about much, granted you had better things to ponder about.

Lee Haechan.

You well expected him to show at least a sliver of reaction, some sort of outburst during the evening, however it never came. Either he was plotting revenge or he simply didn’t care enough. Or he was trying to keep it in, your mind tried to reason with you.

You sighed, getting up and closing the sliding doors of the big balcony in hopes of getting a cozy sleep. You needed that warmth after all. Just as you dropped the blanket on the bed, the door swung open—which shouldn’t have happened, given that you were sure you had locked it.

Haechan entered the room, closing the door behind him and you couldn’t help but stand at your place, shocked at his sudden appearance, “how did you—”

“It’s my place, I can get in and out anytime I want,” he replied, voice smooth, giving you goosebumps as he walked closer to you.

He was clad in sweatpants and a white T-shirt, the attire was simple, yet he made it look a hundred times more attractive than the usual.

“Oh,” you breathed out, the dim lights of the room caused his skin to glow a beautiful shade of golden.

There wasn’t a single ounce of jealousy on his face, rather, he looked content with the setting, settling down and sitting on the corner of the bed, his dark eyes staring at you, the silence louder than ever.

“Uhm, so—did you want something?” You asked, wincing at your tone as you suddenly felt conscious under his gaze, slightly aroused too, not knowing what he was actually here for.

He clicked his tongue, looking away for a second before his eyes settled on you for the second time.

Hyuck gave you no time to process anything as his hands grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him in a single hard tug, which had your body stumbling forward and right on his lap.

He held on to your waist, helping you stabilize your balance, “what’s wrong, princess? You were so confident, getting cozy with Jaemin, huh?” He raise his brow, letting the possessiveness show on his face, the I don’t give a fuck facade disappearing.

Your breath hitched with the movement of his fingers on your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on the part where your top had ridden up to expose your skin.

“He was just being nice,” you breathed out, shivering slightly.

He rolled his eyes at your statement, a scoff leaving his lips before he leaned in, earning a gasp out of you. His nose caressed yours, and you were scared to move, his lips hovering above yours.

“Just being nice my ass,” he clicked his tongue yet again, and suddenly you were hyper aware about the fact that you were breathing in the same air, “you wanted to know my intentions, right, princess?” He asked, “then listen, I want you all to myself,” his tone was raspy, your fingers digging into his shoulders for support, “don’t think I didn’t notice your subtle glances towards me, especially when you were with Jaemin,” he chuckled and you gulped, looking elsewhere.

He was quick to grab your chin, making you look right in his eyes, “trying to get me jealous, darling? Well, good for you, it fucking worked.”

“Hyuck—” you whimper, your body heating up as you realized you were sitting right on his crotch.

“Shh, bad girls don’t get to talk,” he shook his head, disappointed, “now what do we do about this? Maybe I’ll just have to claim your body to make you understand that you don’t need to make me jealous to have all my attention,” he suggested.

You could feel the wetness down in your lacy panties and he hadn’t even touched you. Something about the way his voice came out so luscious, something about the way his touch made you feel like putty, something about his eyes made you feel mesmerized.

“Tell me, baby. Can I mark you mine?” He asked and you felt your heart flutter, his voice was gentle when he asked for your consent, and you couldn’t hold back from wanting him anymore, nodding gently, “use your words, love,” he urged, lips parted.

“Yes,” you whispered, grabbing on to him as he bit your lip, eliciting another gasp out of you, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Yeah? You sure you can handle it?” He asked and you tugged on to his collar, impatiently pulling you to him.

“Let’s find out,” you mumbled.

Without any more delay, you closed the distance between you both, his hand coming to rest on your nape, tilting your head to kiss you passionately, his tongue brushing over your lips, parting them with ease for your tongue to graze the tip of his own.

The room felt misty as you continued to kiss, his kisses getting more possessive by second, thinking about how no one else should have you, that you belong to him. He picked you up with ease, putting you underneath him on the bed, his kisses trailing down as you took a deep breath.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled midway kisses, some were long, especially the ones around your clavicle and neck region while the others were feather soft, driving you insane to the point of no return. It only ascended when his fingers finally lifted up your top, exploring the expanse of your skin with teasing touches.

Your back arched as soon as he caresses the area under your tits, before cupping them fully, leaning back to get rid of your top altogether. You couldn’t shy under his gaze, the way he looked at you only boosted your confidence, as if he was a predator hungry for a meal and you were his precious prey, all ready to be devoured.

He had no time to waste, his mouth working fast to lean down, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples, noticing how you react to his each touch, fondling your other tit, hearing you whimper and beg for more, his name chanting on your lips out of sheer pleasure.

“It’s so fucking cute how your body reacts to every little touch of mine,” he whispered, biting your earlobe in the process, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he stuffed his pretty fingers inside your shorts, chuckling when he realizes how soiled your lacy panties had gotten, “fuck, I wanna taste that pretty cunt,” he says, taking off his T-shirt before doing the same to your shorts, dragging your panties down alongside it.

You found yourself drooling at the sight of Hyuck’s muscles, he had started going to the gym and the results were clearly visible on his body, but you were ripped out of your thought train when he bit your inner thigh, causing you to clench around nothing, giving you kisses and licks all over, but not touching the part where you needed him the most.

“P—please,” you cried out of frustration, and he immersed himself, licking a big stripe of your wet cunt, genuinely loving the taste as he hummed with satisfaction, holding your thighs open with his strong arms, “oh god,” you moaned out, causing him to smirk against your wetness, pressing sweet kisses to your clit.

It felt like heaven when you were being destroyed by the demon himself.

Hyuck was hard, his thick cock barely containing itself from splitting your pussy into two, but he wanted to see you fall apart on his tongue first, “your cunt,” he said, licking it to make a point, “belongs to me,” he whispered and you nodded.

“It’s yours—all yours!”

“That’s my good fucking girl, you’re all mine,” he said, his tongue prodding at your entrance, fucking your pussy, which gave you more pleasure than you had ever felt through your life.

It didn’t take long for you to feel your lower abdomen tightening, your fingers tugging on his silky black roots as he ate you out like a madman, as if he was drunk in the essence of your pussy. With a cry, you found yourself falling apart all over his tongue and he lapped it up, coming to kiss you right after, letting you taste yourself in his mouth. He knew you’d be overstimulated, but that’s exactly what he was aiming for when he finally pulled out his cock. You knew he’d be thick, but you underestimated him still, knowing well his cock wouldn’t fit in your cunt.

“Gonna claim you mine,” he whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours as he positioned himself on your entrance, “fuck, you’re all mine,” he said, kissing you deeply to absorb all yours moans as he pushed himself inside you.

Your wetness helped him, yet he had to thrust in a few times to bottom out and could feel yourself clenching around him uncontrollably, loving the stretch and also the fact that he was twitching inside of you.

His fingers grabbed your hips in a tight hold as he started pistoning into you at a pace which you hadn’t expected, and you were sure you looked crazy with how your eyes were teary, your hair a mess and your lips swollen, courtesy of the boy who groaned and slapped your cunt, fucking you deeper.

“That’s it, baby, you’re taking me so well,” he praised and you let out broken sentences which he couldn’t comprehend, you were too gone, pushed into your subspace to the point you simply let Hyuck do all the work, moaning and whimpering for him, trying to keep your noises at bay in case anyone wakes up.

Just when you both were about to read your high, he stopped fucking you, making you whimper out in distress, only to have you flipped with your ass up and head down on the pillow.

It didn’t take him a second before he was entering your cunt again, fucking you from behind in hopes of giving you the brutal backshots you deserved, to fuck you in a way that you’ll be ruined forever, not even wanting to go back to another guy for their cock.

This also gave him the perfect opportunity to spank your ass, the hurt only making you clench around him harder.

“Fuck—I’m so—so close,” you sobbed, voice coming out muffled and Hyuck rubbed your clit to stimulate you further.

“Go on, baby. Give me everything,” he urged and you both finally let go, groaning and whining as he filled you up with his cum, mixing it with your juices.

It felt as if the universe had blessed you with the highest amount of unadulterated pleasure one could have, and your eyes closed shut as Hyuck lay down next to you, breathing in and out just as quick as you to regain his strength to breathe properly.

“Y/n,” he whispered, more gently this time, pulling you into a sweet kiss as you smiled into it, finding it amusing that he was the same guy who brutally fucked you not even a few minutes back, “you really are mine, yeah?” He said, caressing your cheek.

“Yeah?” You asked in a whisper and he nodded earnestly, getting a washcloth and helping you into the bathroom, feeling proud when you couldn’t stand up properly.

He was sweet. Sweeter than you had ever expected him to be and that’s why you found yourself kissing him again, and again as you both washed up in the shower, turning it to the point you both couldn’t help but giggle, his forehead resting against yours.

“I really do like you, baby,” he whispered.

“I really like you too, Hyuck,” you replied, feeling happier than you had ever felt, spending a while in his embrace, talking and kissing and eventually, falling asleep in his arms as you both smiled faintly, even in your deep slumber.

Hurt.

That’s what your body felt the second you blinked open your eyes. Images from last night revisiting you as a montage, a small smile lingered on your face, discarding the fact that you were disappointed, not having Hyuck by your side when you woke up, but then again, it was still better than getting caught by Mark.

With the support of the bedside tables, you managed to stand up on your wobbly feet, stablizing yourself before going into the bathroom to freshen up, you needed that long bath to soothe down your muscles.

Now wrapped up in your bath robe, you passed by the door, only to hear the sound of someone arguing. Curiosity got the best of you as you walked back, twisting the knob to open it just the right amount for it to not be noticeable, gladly the door opened seamlessly.

“Stop playing with her feelings,” Jaemin whisper-yelled, and your heartbeat rose when you saw how it was directed towards Hyuck.

“Who the fuck even said I’m playing with her?” Hyuck asked, his voice full of exasperation and anger.

Jaemin scoffed, you hadn’t seen that expression on his face, ever. “So you’re just gonna go around fucking her right after Mark told you, specifically might I add, to stay away from her. What are you trying to do here? Take revenge by proving a point?”

Your heart dropped hearing that sentence. Sneaking around made sense because Mark would, without any doubts, be against this setting, but what revenge was Jaemin talking about? When did Mark ask Hyuck to stay away from her, specifically at that?

“That’s none of your business,” Hyuck replied, teeth gritted, “besides, weren’t you the one begging for her attention by putting up your good boy act? We aren’t that different, Jaemin,” he mocked, “you only want her cause she’s Mark’s sister.”

Your lip wobbled at his confession, he hadn’t agreed to Jaemin’s claims yet he hadn’t denied it either and suddenly you didn’t feel comfortable, all the positive energy drained as you rushed to get dressed, to get out.

You trusted Hyuck too easily, and you knew you’d have to confront him about this, but you didn’t feel like doing it now. You wanted to go back home, alone, to deal with your inconvenience which would bother you for a while now.

So you did what you had to do: run away from your problems.

You texted Mark that you’d be taking his car, also mentioning it to Yunjin that you’ll be going back home, as you rushed to get dressed up and sneak out of the place without Hyuck knowing, and you were successful in doing so, sighing as soon as you started driving back.

Hyuck thought you were sleeping in, and he couldn’t enter your room with everyone being awake and roaming around, especially when Jaemin knew what you two had done last night.

The reminder only made him smile, as cliche as it sounds, he had never felt this way with other girls, your little confession only made his heart beat faster. You liked him back, and that’s all that mattered.

“Yo, why did Y/n leave? She’s not picking up the calls either?” Hyuck heard Mark ask Yunjin, who knew exactly what was up.

“She’s got some work to take care of, you don’t have to worry about it,” Yunjin patted his shoulder before making her way out to the beach to call you again. She knows you want space, but she also knows you like it when she checks up on you.

Now, that was news to Hyuck, his eyes widening as he rushed to open the door to your room, only to find you weren’t actually there.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, getting his phone out and calling you, only for it to get declined, “no, fuck,” he groaned, thinking about if he upset you in any way, yet he couldn’t understand why you’d leave, especially when you were so happy when you went to sleep.

Or maybe she heard you talking to Jaemin, his subconscious spoke up, making him lose his mind and punch the wall next to him, running down the stairs to follow Yunjin, calling out her name which caused her to pause and remove her sunglasses.

“Where is Y/n?” He asked, breathing heavily.

“Are you playing with her feelings?” She asked instead of replying to his question, “cause if that’s the case then I don’t care if we’re staying at your mansion, I’ll have to kick and break your baby making machine.” Her smile was threatening.

“Oh god, that’s not it!” Hyuck was frustrated, “I’ve liked her since we were kids, I'm not joking around,” he said earnestly, “is she upset, why did she leave?”

Yunjin watched the boy with amusement in her eyes, “you’re so dumb actually. If you like her enough then why aren’t you running after her right now? Get in your car and get your girl, shoo,” she dismissed him and Hyuck didn’t wait to chat about how she shouldn’t shoo him away, rather, he ran to grab his car keys, not paying attention to Renjun who asked why he was in such a hurry.

Hyuck didn’t want any miscommunications whatsoever, it had been an hour since you had left, and it’ll probably be impossible to cover that distance in a short while so he decided to drive faster and get to your place.

“Y/n, baby, please listen to me,” he muttered to himself, trying to call you again.

You weren’t dating. It had barely been a week since you came back, a few days since he had started to get to know this new side of you and he didn’t want it to stop, not when he’s genuinely liked you for so long, minus his fuckboy ways of course.

Mark had tried to call him a few times too, sensing that something was up, yet Hyuck didn’t pick up those calls, focusing on driving till he finally reached your place, relieved to see Mark’s car parked there.

He knew there was an extra key under the third potted plant on the entrance, and that’s exactly what he took and opened the door. The living room was empty, which caused him to rush up the stairs to find you in your room, his chest heaving up and down.

The sudden voice startled you, your mouth going dry at the sight of Hyuck.

You couldn’t avoid him after all.

“Hyuck, is everything okay? What are you doing here—why are you here?” You asked, pretending to be okay.

“Did you hear us in the morning?” He asked, eyes softer than you had ever seen.

You opened your mouth to speak, but stopped, gulping down your emotions before staring at your feet, “I did,” you whispered, “but it’s fine, Hyuck. The sex was great—”

You didn’t look up while rambling, and it was cut short when Hyuck pulled you into his embrace, warmth spreading all over your body with how he held you close to him. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so broken seeing someone’s face, and he couldn’t handle that it was because of him that you felt this hurt.

“That’s not true,” he whispered, holding you tighter, you could feel tears forming in your eyes.

“N—no one’s ever approached me because of Mark,” your voice came out muffled, and Hyuck leaned back slightly just to look at your face, his thumb wiping the stray tear that cascaded down your cheek, “i felt like no one wanted to befriend me for me, all girls wanted to get to him through me and all the boys were so scared,” you laughed pathetically, knowing that your story wasn’t even sob worthy, “but you were the only one who still talked to me, even if it was just greeting me, asking me about my day,” you let out your breath.

“Baby,” Hyuck cupped your cheeks.

“You were the only exception, Hyuck. Maybe that’s the reason I’ve always liked you so much. So tell me, was it all a joke?” You asked, eyes serious.

“It wasn’t,” he shook his head, gulping down before explaining it to you, “it happened at the party when I offered to drop you home but Mark was against it, thinking that I would use you to only fuck you, but that was not my intention I swear,” he says with a frown.

“So that’s what you did,” your voice barely came out, it sounded broken.

“God—no. No. I could never do that to you,” he felt helpless, trying to word his sentence properly, “I’ve liked you since we were kids, and I was heartbroken when you switched schools and cities. But I just got so excited when Mark told us that you were back—I wanted to see you, talk to you, but Mark only gave me a reminder that I couldn’t have you.”

You listened to him, your heart undoubtedly fluttering with how earnest his eyes looked, how the distress of being denied of you flashed clearly on his face.

You really wanted to kiss him.

“And when he gave all those permissions to Jaemin, I couldn’t help it. I never had revenge in my mind Y/n. I like you too much to hurt you, and I know we’re not even dating right now, but I don’t want anyone to ruin it for us even before our story starts and I swear to god I’ll fight Mark if it means that I can have you,” he breathed out, cheeks flushed as he had confessed to someone for the very first time.

You broke into a smile despite the tears in your eyes, “you promise?” You held up your pinky finger.

He laced his pinky finger with yours, tugging it so you stumble slightly, and he takes it as an opportunity to pull you into a deep kiss, his soft lips caressing yours in a possessive hold, promising that he’ll take care of you.

“Good, cause I was going to be really upset if you didn’t,” you mumbled against his lips.

He chuckled before saying, “don’t ever run away from me, yeah?”

You nodded, hugging him back tighter as you felt your anxiety calming down, your smile widening as he kissed your forehead, easing out your worries and you were sure you wanted to give it a try—you wanted to give you both a try.

Yet another problem lingered in your mind.

“So, about Mark,” you winced, knowing it’ll be disastrous.

“Shh, we’ll think about him later,” he mumbled, but the peacefulness wasn’t here to stay for long as a loud voice boomed up, indicating that Jaemin had snitched.

“Lee fucking Donghyuck, I told you to stay away from my sister!” Mark shouted, your eyes widening as you both looked at each other.

“Fuck, hide!”

Despite the chaos of hiding in your closet, you knew that Hyuck would always be your exception.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

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svmjaeyvn · 24 days

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hidden love, l.hs

synopsis: there were two things that park jongseong reiterated to you growing up.

1: he was the better, funnier, smarter, awesomer sibling and always would be, and 2: you were to never, ever, fall for any guys like his friends, literally and figuratively.

the first was a lie, one you always rolled your eyes at and the second was something 12-year-old you always agreed to without hesitation. but with time, they soon both became a fib from your lips, 14-year-old you coming to the disastrous realization that boys weren't as icky as you once thought and your older brother's best friend had the prettiest smile (when he wasn't being annoying.) as you continued to grow older, those fluttering emotions grew as well, even with him heading off to university it seemed to leave you with a sense of longing, happier than ever when he'd visit.

until you were 16 and he came home with a girl, one that was far prettier than you were able to compete with in your head and nice enough to be a saint. your hopeless, devastating one-sided crush was forced to be swallowed without much pride, though it held no avail until you dramatically decided to never speak to heeseung again. and it worked, ignoring all his calls and texts, avoiding your family home like the plague whenever your brother was home for break if he was visiting, and simply acting entirely clueless in the unfortunate circumstances that you did end up caught by him, chalking it up to dramatic teenage hormones.

once you reached the age of it being your turn to head to college, you signed up for every exchange program possible, leaving you traveling the world for three years that passed with no contact and your once-upon-a-time crush nearly forgotten. that was until you came back home, finally settling to finish uni and all of a sudden you were a kid again, fawning over your brother's best friend who didn't know how to leave you alone. this time though, heeseung didn't see you as that annoying kid who followed jay around, he saw you for you which scared him so much more with how you've grown and nothing was worse than him feeling something for his best friend's off-limits little sister.

featuring: lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon, nishimura riki, kim sunoo, yang jungwon, hanni pham, kim chaweon, yoon keeho, yoon yechan

status: writing. start: 03/30/24. end: tba.

genre: non-idol!au, college/young adult!enha, heeseung x reader, slight age gap (4 years), brothers best friend trope

content & warnings: age gap??? (slightly questionable morality but no romantic feelings or grooming since they end up with no contact for years until adulthood), cursing, drinking, all that jazz, innuendos, sexual humor, suggestive content, possible smut, forbidden relationship, sneaking around, overprotective jay, jay tries to fight heeseung cause duh, crazy exs, stalker mention, slow burn since they're both in denial, heeseung kind of toxic mentality which is forced to be fix, angst but fluffy ending (?)

a/n: based off the cdrama. watched it months ago but shit had me giggling and kicking my feet even if it's cliche. heeseung is so forbbidden older love coded i had to. im trying to make this a oneshot so well see how long it is,,,,,,, the plot will develop from when they were kids to adulthood to provide some background. once the actual romance starts heeseung will be 24 and reader will be 20 (the year will be 2025). all my drafts and writing has been about jake so im branching out (i love my man tho so he'll have his moments here). anyway! lets see how long it takes me to finish up this one

word count: 6k (as of now)

taglist: closed! (86 of you have responded omg)

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jenosbigtoe · 6 months

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brother’s best friend!lee jeno x reader

minors dni

summary: your overprotective big brother's best friend is just too irresistible. too bad you have to keep your relationship a secret from him. established relationship au!

warnings: jeno is a freak lowkey, creampie, breeding kink, possessiveness, unprotected sex, size kink (if you squint), mating press, jeno fat cock, jeno is a simp, squirting, pussy eating, literally just pwp

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: intentional lowercase (i hate autocaps) and not proofread so if you see any grammar mistakes lmk. IK THIS IS A WORN OUT TROPE BUT IDC BROTHERS BEST FRIEND JENO FTW this is just so self indulgent so if its ass um ☠️

pretty pink lip gloss, fresh set of french tip acrylics, short white mini skirt, strawberry scented lotion, and a pink lacy camisole. you, na y/n, were going to be the death of lee jeno.

"dude stop looking at my little sister like that you freak," jaemin threw a dirty sock laying around at his best friend's face as jeno stared at your plump ass like a piece of meat while you were in the kitchen making yourself a snack.

"shut the fuck up man," jeno grumbled as he proceeded to knock jaemin off course in moo moo meadows in mario kart.

you smirked knowingly with your back turned. you knew exactly what you were doing. it was 10 pm on a friday night, meaning jeno and jaemin were having their weekly guys night and would crash in the living room, playing video games, drinking beer, and eating pizza.

and it also meant you would get to dangle yourself like a piece of meat in front of your boyfriend and oblivious brother as you watch your hungry boyfriend try to behave himself.

"jaem let me have a turn," you whined, inviting yourself into the living room, and sat between the two boys on the verge of beating the shit out of each other over mario kart.

"y/n you know damn well you're shit at these types of games now why would i let you play when im about to rock jeno's shit," jaemin didn't even look over at you and continued to focus on the screen. "FUCKKKK JENO THOSE GODDAMN SHELLS. FUCK YOU DICKFACE”

jeno on the other hand glanced over at you, eyes never looking once at yours and instead focused straight on your plump titties popping right out of your push up bra. and he drove right off course, leaving jaemin to yelp in victory as he finished in 1st place.

"fuck you jaemin. here y/n you can play on my controller," jeno rolled his eyes and passed his controller to you. his character was already pink yoshi, making your heart melt because he knew that was your go to.

“thank you, jeno. at least some people are actually nice and considerate,” you rolled your eyes at your older brother.

"well okay you asked for it. prepare to get your ass kicked like our dear jen over there, y/n," jaemin said with an evil glint in his eyes.

as the game was about to start, you suddenly had an idea and paused the game. "wait jaem, i don't really know how to play. can you go easy on me?"

"hell no. you wanted to play with the big boys so now you gotta face the consequences."

you turned to look at jeno, who was very obviously just staring at your tits the entire time. "jeno, jaemin is being a bitch to me. can you teach me how to play since he doesn't want to go easy on me?" you tilted your head and pouted your lip in a way that you knew he liked.

you knew damn well how to play and beat the shit out of jaemin at mario kart but you also knew how good you looked right now and how this would be the perfect opportunity to tease your sexy boyfriend.

"aw hell no that's cheating, y/n," jaemin whined.

“too bad. it ain’t up to you, sore loser.” you gave jeno a smirk with a knowing look in your eyes.

"well i don't mind. plus you won the last round anyways, jaem," jeno spoke up, shifting around and subtlely fixing his sweatpants. you were teasing him so bad and it was going straight to his cock.

jaemin looked at jeno, then you, then right back at jeno, narrowing his eyes a bit. "hey since when did you two get so chummy?"

"jaemin stop being a bitch and let's just play. i don't even know how to play and jeno helping me isn't going to suddenly make me become a mario kart god."

jaemin rolled his eyes. "whatever man."

jaemin unpaused the game and the race started. you pretended to freak out, not knowing where to go as jaemin left you in the dust.

jaemin started laughing his ass off as he quickly climbed the ranks as you were left in dead last. "kiss my ass, y/n."

jeno leaned over to show you the controls but you took this opportunity to yank him to sit behind you, causing you almost be sitting in his lap as his arms wrapped you. "now show me the controls," you grinned evilly and shifted around so your ass rubbed against his dick.

jeno was stunned. doing this literally right in front of your brother? who forbade you two from ever seeing each other? he could just smell your sweet strawberry perfume, which had him wanting to just gobble you up. and your cute little outfit, god he just wanted to rip it right off of you and mark your body up, claim you as his. and not gonna lie, the thrill of being right next to your brother and his best friend had his heart pumping blood straight to his boner.

you both were lucky jaemin had tunnel vision when it came to video games, his face literally glued to the screen. otherwise he would've seen how your little white skirt rode up your thighs and your panties were literally grinding against his best friend's cock.

you let jeno take the controller and pretended to still be the one playing, occasionally screaming out curses at your brother and let out cheers when you hit him with shells. meanwhile you were really just shifting around on jeno's cock through his sweat pants as you ran your manicured nails up and down his veiny arms that were wrapped around you. his hands just looked so big and meaty on that controller, had you fantasizing about what they would be doing to you tonight.

as you neared the final lap, you in 6th place and jaemin in 2nd, you suddenly grabbed the controller out of jeno's hands and shoved him back beside you. he let out a loud grunt as he fell to the ground. jaemin suddenly took 1st place and finished the round. you were 8th. you gave jeno a fake apologetic look as he glared at you.

“oops,” you whispered, sticking your tongue out.

jaemin looked over at you and gave you a triumphant look. "now what did i tell you?"

you rolled your eyes and stood, your skirt rode up almost all the way and on the verge of exposing the little cream panties with red hearts on them that you knew jeno loved. the way jeno was sitting, you standing up gave him the perfect view of the way your puffy pussy fit in your little panties, making him even harder than before.

"whatever loser i'm heading back to my room. have fun being bitchless on a friday night." jaemin threw a pillow at your turned back. you sauntered back to your room, making careful sure to sway your hips as you knew jeno's eyes were trained straight on your ass.

it was 1 am and you were still up, bored out of your mind and scrolling through your phone. he should've been here by now, you pouted. you got frustrated and started ripping your clothes off, leaving you in just your push-up bra and panties when a voice from behind startled you.

"baby, you already starting without me? i'm hurt," jeno wrapped his arms around you, pressing his body against yours, and whispered softly in your ear, causing you to shiver.

you puffed out your cheeks. "waited for so long. was about to go to sleep because my shithead boyfriend left me needy over here."

jeno started groping at your body, squeezing your juicy tits and lightly grinding his erection against your barely clothed ass. "sorry sweet girl. jaem wouldn't fall asleep because that girl from his econ class finally texted him back, corny ass." he left a trail of kisses down your neck and sucked at a particular spot on your collar bone that had your knees weak.

you smiled to yourself. you couldn't pretend to be mad at him for long, not when you're so whipped for him. you turned around and looked up at him, admiring your sexy boyfriend. he finally listened to you and dyed his hair back to black, leaving it long and messy just how you like it. he was wearing a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants with the simple gold chain you bought him for his birthday. he knew just how you like it. what a fucking manwhore. you were ready to devour him whole.

you smashed your lips on his, messy and hot, tongue everywhere and spit dripping down your connected mouths. suddenly, you pushed him down on your bed and started straddling him, grinding your pussy directly on his cock through his sweatpants, causing him to groan into your mouth. one hand gripped at your hair and the other groped your ass.

"baby i need you. i missed you so much," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

he connected his lips to yours with a renewed fervor. clothes started flying off as you kissed each other passionately. he reached for a condom in your nightstand but you stopped him.

"raw baby. i need you in me right now." you grinned at him.

he cursed, flipped you over on your back and used his weight to press you against the mattress. his thick, muscular body pressing you to the mattress had you breathless and in need for more. "is my baby needy? is my baby needy for this cock?"

he reached down and began to lightly caress your pussy, gathering your leaking juices and spreading it around. his fingers teased your hole, rubbing circles around it and occasionally deciding to stick one in for one pump before going back to rubbing and teasing.

"had me thinking about this pussy all night. fuck. love you so much baby. you're so sexy and you get me so hard. no one does it for me like you. you looked so cute today, just wanted to eat you up. didn't care if that shithead was there, just wanted to love on my girl." he continued to tease your little pussy and alternate between fingering and rubbing you.

then he crawled down until he was facing your wet pussy directly. staring at your pussy like a piece of meat in front of starved lion, he gave one long lick all the way up your cunt and started sucking, making sure to make lewd noises. your legs were shaking with need as you gripped his hair.

"fuck you taste so good. all wet just for me. this pussy is mine," he groaned into your cunt.

at this point, your pussy was gushing so much you felt a puddle beneath you. his fingers and lips felt so so good on your pussy but you were tired of his teasing. you got up and suddenly looked down at him seriously. "jen if your cock isn't in me in the next 5 seconds i'm seriously going to break up with you and fuck haechan or something."

this lit a fire within jeno, whose eyes darkened. he lifted his body and gave his impossibly hard cock a few pumps, rubbing your juices all over his massive cock. he grabbed your thighs, lifted your legs over his shoulders, and shoved his cock into your little pussy with one big thrust.

you both moaned out, your pussy leaking happily as he bottomed out, balls deep. he set out on a fast past immediately, pounding your pussy deeper and harder with each thrust. you could feel his heavy balls slap against your ass.

"yes, jen yes yes yes! oh god more more! love you so much baby," you grabbed at his hair as he pounded your pussy into oblivion. in the deep mating press he had you in, you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. his cock was just so so big, you could never get enough of it.

you could see the veins pop out of his neck and his beefy arms were pinning your hips down as his hips were pounding you with each powerful thrust. he looked so so so sexy and he was all yours.

"god baby your pussy was made for me. love you so so much. mine. all mine. everything about you all mine, just for me," jeno kissed you passionately, both moaning into each other mouths.

he used one of his hands to press down on your lower belly, making your pussy leak and throb around him. "you feel that, princess? you feel me deep in your tummy? only i can do that to you, only me."

your mind was blank at this point, body completely numb to everything except the pleasure he was giving you. you could feel yourself about to get sent over the edge, your pussy spasming and clenching hard around every vein on his cock.

"bout to cum baby don't stop don't stop!!" you orgasmed with a loud scream, pussy squirting all over his stomach.

jeno continued fucking you through your orgasm, grunting at the feeling of your little pussy spasming all over his cock. "baby m close too, fuckkk."

fat tears rolled down your face at the overstimulation of pleasure. "jen please cum inside please."

jeno groaned, thrusting every harder and deeper than before. "such a slut. you like that huh? you want your boyfriend to knock you up? you want to have a baby with your brother's best friend? fuck. how about you just get pregnant? he wouldn't be able to disapprove of us when you're already round and waddling around with my baby."

with one loud groan, he bottomed out inside of you and let out his thick load. he collapsed on top of you, cock still balls deep inside, crushing you under all his weight with your face pressed against his sweaty chest.

you stayed like that for a few seconds before you tapped on his back, signaling that you couldn't breathe. still keeping his cock deep inside your leaking pussy, he flipped you over on your side and cuddled your back, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other pushing your hair out of your face. you panted, eyes closed in bliss. jeno drew circles on your arms and left kisses up and down your jaw and neck.

"just saying, you would look sexy as fuck pregnant with our baby." jeno whispered.

you opened your eyes to turn back and swat at his chest but what you saw made your blood run cold in horror.

it was your brother standing right in the open doorway staring at your naked bodies with a look of fury, surprise, horror, and shock that you had never seen before.

the three of you screamed at the sight of each other in unison.

a/n: i intentionally wrote the ending like that because i'm unsure if anyone would even want to continue reading this lmaooo so lmk what you think

#nct smut #jeno smut #jeno x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #lee jeno smut #lee jeno x reader #jeno #lee jeno #jeno lee

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Hi love, how do you feel about a best friends older brother trope where Carlos has a thing for her and scares away any dude from her and she ends up feeling sad that no one likes her and ends up going on a dodgy date that ends up with him attempting to drug her, and Carlos finds her in his arms almost fully drugged out and finally confesses after he beats th shit outa the guy. This is so long I’m so sorry

something bigger — carlos sainz

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

summary: Carlos can never mind his business when you're on a date, the one time he does, you wish he doesn't.

warnings: mention of reader being drugged (nothing happens to reader), carlos is inept at being in love, reader is inept at confessing their love, idiots being idiots

a/n: this has not been proofread because it was 16 pages on docs so I'll be honest I wanted to sleep.

Your room exuded a nervous energy as you stood before the mirror, adjusting the folds of your dress. Your mind, however, wasn't focused on the present moment; it was caught in a whirlwind of frustrating memories. A flashback invaded your thoughts—a vivid recollection of a party not too long ago. You remembered the vibrant atmosphere, the faint music pulsating through the air, and your attempts to converse with a guy you had found interesting. But the memory shifted abruptly, your heart sinking as you recalled Carlos's presence.

Tall and imposing, Carlos had inserted himself into the conversation with an effortless ease that bordered on intimidation. His gaze fixed on the guy beside you, his tone amiable yet with an underlying hint of warning. The guy's discomfort had been palpable as he made a hasty retreat, leaving you alone with a smirking Carlos.

Another memory followed this time in a cozy coffee shop. You had been hopeful about a connection with someone new, only to have your hopes dashed by Carlos's sudden appearance. He'd strolled in, greeted you with exaggerated enthusiasm that felt forced, and engaged the guy in a friendly and dominating conversation. The discomfort on the guy's face had mirrored your own feelings. Each memory seemed etched into your mind—a series of vignettes portraying Carlos's overprotectiveness. He'd become a relentless sentinel, warding off any potential suitors with a protective fervour that simultaneously infuriated and bewildered you.

"Girl, you look fine. Stop worrying," Ana’s voice pierced through your thoughts, drawing you back to the present.

"I'm not worried," you replied with a strained smile, attempting to mask the lingering unease. "It's just... I don't know if I should go."

Ana’s eyes held understanding. "Carlos again, isn't it? He's been doing this for years. Scaring off every guy who dares to talk to you."

You released a heavy sigh. "I don't understand him, Ana. It's like he's made it his personal mission to ensure I stay single forever."

"He's just protective," Ana offered with a sympathetic shrug. "Maybe tonight will be different. Have you ever considered talking to him about it? He just thinks of you like a little sister."

As you stood in your room, contemplating Ana’s suggestion, the collage of frustrating memories continued to flash before your eyes—the string of failed attempts at finding a romantic connection, all somehow intertwined with Carlos's looming presence. Maybe tonight was the time to confront the enigmatic Carlos and untangle the web of emotions and protectiveness that had defined their relationship for so long. Maybe not.

Your dating life had become a labyrinth of entangled emotions and shattered expectations, each twist and turn marked by Carlos's unwelcome intrusion. As you readied yourself for another hopeful yet anxious night out, memories flooded your mind like an unrelenting storm.

There was the quaint bookstore where you had a chance encounter with a charming guy engrossed in the same novel you’d been eyeing. Your shared enthusiasm for literature sparked an engaging conversation until, like clockwork, Carlos emerged from an aisle, towering and imposing. His interruption, disguised as friendly banter, had thrown a heavy blanket of discomfort over their interaction, causing the guy to excuse himself hastily.

The weight of those moments lingered in your chest, a heavy burden that seemed to grow with each new attempt at finding a genuine connection. It wasn't just about the ruined dates or the shattered prospects; it was the conflicting emotions Carlos's interference stirred within you.

There were nights you’d return home, frustration boiling over, resentful of Carlos's overprotective tendencies. His constant presence had become an impenetrable barrier, an obstacle you couldn't navigate. Yet, nestled within your anger was a seed of longing, a desire for a different kind of connection with the enigmatic older brother of your best friend.

But amidst the chaos he inflicted on your romantic pursuits, there were flickers of vulnerability in Carlos that you couldn't ignore. Like the time at a neighbourhood barbecue when you’d caught him stealing glances in your direction while he casually intimidated every guy who dared approach you. His facade of stoic protectiveness had cracked for a moment, revealing a hidden layer of concern and something more complex that you couldn't quite decipher.

Those fleeting moments of vulnerability had left you unsettled, questioning the intricacies of your relationship. Was Carlos's protectiveness solely rooted in a brotherly concern, or did it stem from something deeper, something unspoken that lingered between you?

However, amid the instances when Carlos would exert his control over your social interactions, there were nights when he would inexplicably withdraw, leaving you stranded in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. His abrupt absence, though liberating, left behind an inexplicable void—a void that you grappled with, an ache that perplexed you.

In the quiet solitude of those nights, as you sifted through the debris of failed encounters and unspoken desires, you faced a daunting realisation that your heart yearned for Carlos's presence in ways you couldn't articulate.

The complexity of your relationship left you teetering on the edge of an emotional precipice, torn between confronting Carlos about his interference and silently longing for the comfort of his presence, however maddening it might be.

And so, as you prepared for yet another hopeful rendezvous, a bittersweet blend of anticipation and trepidation knotted in your stomach. The longing for normalcy wrestled with the uncertainty of Carlos's inevitable intrusion, leaving you in perpetual emotional turmoil. You donned your best attire, aiming for confidence despite the knot in your stomach, hoping that this time you could savour a night without his looming presence, like so many dichotomising moments, casting your mind to the time Carlos made it abundantly clear where to you stood together.

The lively music echoed through the grand hall of the party, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses. You caught yourself in a whirl of conversations, your laughter mingling with the crowd. But as the night wore on, the noise became overwhelming. Seeking respite from the chaos, you stepped out onto the terrace, the cool night air a welcomed relief. You leaned against the railing, taking deep breaths to steady your racing thoughts.

"Mind if I join you?"

The voice startled you, and you turned to find a familiar figure—Carlos, standing beside you. His presence was a soothing balm amidst the bustling party.

"Hey," you greeted with a small smile, grateful for the company.

"Everything alright?" Carlos asked, his gaze scanning your face, noting the faint strain in your expression; his hand gently placed itself upon your back, stroking gently beneath the strappy fabric.

You hesitated before admitting, "It's just... too much in there. I needed a breather."

He nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. "Come on, let's get you somewhere quieter." With a reassuring hand on your back, he guided you away from the party, leading you upstairs to a more secluded area, realising just how drunk you were. You found refuge in Carlos's room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm ambience. You sank onto the edge of the bed, feeling a wave of relief wash over you, your limbs refusing to work underneath you.

"Thank you," you murmured, grateful for his steady presence.

Carlos fetched a glass of water, offering it before sitting beside you. As you sipped the water, the events of the evening spilled out. You confided in him about feeling overwhelmed, worried you’d made a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

"You were great out there," Carlos reassured you, his voice gentle yet firm. "You didn't embarrass yourself. You're always charming and graceful, even in crowded rooms."

Your heart fluttered at his words, the sincerity in his eyes offering a sense of comfort you desperately needed.

Fatigue crept in as night wore on, and you found yourself leaning against Carlos, his warmth a comforting anchor. You both lay on the bed, fully clothed, wrapped in each other's arms, the steady rhythm of your breaths lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

“However, you do stink; you need a shower”, Carlos teased. You gasped loudly, separating yourself immediately, trying to jump up before drunkenly stumbling back into him, allowing his big hands to settle on your hips, steading your body.

“Can’t shower, too drunk”, you mumbled, pressing yourself back into his body.

"We're going to freshen up," Carlos announced, lending a hand as you stood, slightly unsteady and leaning on him as the room twirled around. The mention of 'we' triggered a sudden realisation that brought immediate panic to your face. He guided both of you towards the bathroom, but your attempt to stop him by tugging at his hoodie shirt was futile.

"We? You're not sneaking a peek at me nude," you gasped, admiring the playful glint in his eye.

Carlos shot you a grin while nudging the door open with his foot. He gently settled you onto the closed toilet lid, displaying a nurturing side that reminded you of his fussiness, even extending your care.

"Then we'll just hop in clothed; besides, we bathed together as kids", he joked, though the situation was far from simple.

"We're not doing that now; it’s different when you’re 5," you chuckled, the room still swaying a bit. "Let's not be ridiculous. I'll shower when I feel up to it tomorrow."

"You're practically lounging in booze, sweat and weed", he pointed out towards the party, drawing a chuckle from you.

"You said you wouldn't bring that up." Carlos's eyebrows raised in mock exasperation, and you grinned, glad for the lighter mood.

"You're not exactly thinking straight," he joked, noticing your squint and swiftly regretting his words. He backpedalled, "I mean... I don't want you tripping over when I'm not around. I promise not to peep."

You narrowed your eyes playfully, and Carlos sighed, hands on his hips, a faint grin on his face.

"Fine. I won't stare too much," he gestured playfully. "Can we please get you in the shower? You're starting to emit an 'interesting' fragrance."

"Now you know how I feel every day around you," you quipped, disregarding Carlos's playful repetition. "Okay, can you at least... turn away?"

He regarded you thoughtfully before slowly nodding, facing the opposite direction as you undressed. Carlos remained patient, fixing his gaze firmly on the sink as he discerned the rustle of clothes and your movements behind him. As you made a slight noise signifying your readiness, he extended a hand without looking, offering support as you stepped into the shower, your legs unsteady.

You weren't eager to admit it, but he was right. Attempting to bathe yourself risked a tumble. Thankfully, Carlos refrained from mentioning it, allowing you to draw the shower curtain for privacy. You stood there, swaying a bit and feeling a bit light-headed but more relaxed. Carlos undressed on the other side, chuckling at the whole situation, feeling more carefree than embarrassed.

"Feeling okay?" he asked, a playful tone evident in his voice, even though he couldn't see your face.

"Yeah," you said, leaning against the wall for support. "Can you hurry? I'm feeling a bit woozy."

Your wavering voice prompted your friend’s brother into action. He pulled the curtain aside and stepped in, grabbing your waist as if it were a routine occurrence to be in the shower together. Naked. You opened your eyes to find him studying your face intently, a mix of concern and amusement dancing in his eyes, and you managed a wobbly smile.

"Do you want to lean on me?" he suggested, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

You were about to decline when your world lurched, stumbling, and Carlos swiftly wrapped his arms around you, trying not to focus on the fact that you were both wholly exposed. He exhaled, feeling your wobbly hands on his back as if inviting his assistance, igniting a warmth in his chest.

"I'm gonna turn the shower on now, alright?" He guided both of you to the corner before reaching back to adjust the knob.

The water sputtered briefly before streaming out, the warmth comforting as it hit your feet. You hummed in satisfaction, resting your forehead against Carlos's shoulder, eyes closed.

"I feel a bit dizzy," you confessed softly between the two of you, and Carlos's hand moved to stroke your hair comfortingly. "Thanks for hanging out with me."

"Don't mention it. You know I've always got your back," he replied a hint of amusement in his tone. He stepped back into the shower once he deemed it warm enough.

The warm water cascaded down, and you both laughed and chatted, the light-headedness making everything seem amusing. Carlos took care of the shampoo and other shower essentials, keeping the banter light and playful.

In the sanctuary of the warm shower, the atmosphere was a blend of comfort and playful banter. Carlos’s touch, while teasing, carried a genuine tenderness that settled you deeper into relaxation.

With the shampoo in hand, Carlos worked through your hair with delicate strokes, his fingers massaging your scalp in an almost therapeutic way. The suds and water flowed down, carrying away any tension along with the shampoo.

“You're a bit of a mess,” he teased, the playful tone in his voice contradicting his gentle actions.

“You're one to talk,” you chuckled, enjoying the sensation of his fingers working through your hair.

Carlos chuckled in response, continuing to wash your hair with exaggerated care, yet his touch was surprisingly soothing. “Admit it, I'm a pro,” he joked, even though his attention was sincere.

“You're actually good at this,” you admitted with a grin, feeling surprisingly at ease as he rinsed off the shampoo.

“You might be right,” he laughed softly, reaching for the conditioner and carefully working it through your hair, his touch tender and comforting.

As Carlos finished rinsing your hair, his attention shifted to the rest of your body. He glanced at the body wash and loofah, then back at you with a playful yet gentle expression.

“Now, for the rest of the grand clean-up,” he teased, the mischievous glint in his eye tempered with a caring demeanour.

You felt a tinge of shyness creep in as he reached for the body wash, suddenly aware of the intimacy of the situation. Carlos noticed the slight hesitation in your posture and softened his approach, making sure you felt comfortable.

“Hey, I promise, I’m a professional in the art of bathing,” he said with a grin, trying to ease the tension. His tone was light, aiming to reassure rather than tease.

Feeling self-conscious, you managed a shy smile as he playfully foamed up the loofah. With deliberate yet tender movements, Carlos started at your back, the touch of the loofah trailing lightly against your skin.

“You're ticklish here, aren't you?” he observed with a chuckle, sensing your slight squirm.

You giggled, feeling both embarrassed and comforted by his understanding as he continued washing your back. His touch was gentle yet thorough, each stroke erasing dirt and any remaining unease.

“I'll try to be a gentle sponge master,” he joked softly, attempting to ease your shy demeanour.

The playfulness in his tone made it easier for you to relax. Despite the initial hesitance, Carlos’s considerate and caring approach soon melted away any discomfort you felt. His touch was not just about cleanliness; it carried a sense of care and understanding. Once your back was clean, he moved on to your arms, taking care to clean them gently, the movements deliberate and tender. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth from his considerate actions. Carlos made sure you felt at ease with each stroke of the loofah, his demeanour sweet and attentive.

As the warm water cascaded around, the playful banter continued, interspersed with moments of serene silence. Amidst the light-hearted teasing, Carlos noticed traces of makeup lingering on your face. He reached for a soft washcloth, letting the warm water dampen it before turning his attention back to you. With one hand, he cradled your face gently, holding it as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. He softly wiped away the makeup with the washcloth, each stroke thoughtful and careful. His touch was not just about cleansing away the cosmetics; it was about washing away any discomfort or worries you might carry.

The warmth of the shower contrasted with the tenderness in his touch. He traced the curves of your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, and your forehead, each movement a testament to his careful attention. His fingertips brushed lightly against your skin, leaving a trail of comfort in their wake. Once he was satisfied, the cloth was set aside, but his hand remained on your face, fingers tracing gentle patterns, a silent promise of care and comfort. His eyes, warm pools of reassurance, met yours, conveying an unspoken understanding of trust and closeness.

The shared moment wasn’t merely about removing makeup. It was an exchange of unspoken feelings—comfort, trust, and an unbreakable bond. The intimate serenity within the shower seemed to stretch time as if each touch held a story, a promise, and an unspoken vow of unwavering support. You found solace in his hands, a feeling of being looked after and cherished in a way that went beyond mere friendship. It was a moment of pure connection, where words weren’t necessary, and the language of touch and understanding spoke volumes.

Both of you stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourselves in towels, and Carlos made sure you were settled comfortably. He grabbed his phone, sending a quick message to your best friend.

"Just so you know, she's feeling a bit lightheaded but all good," he typed, glancing at you with a friendly smile before hitting send.

As the night settled in, Carlos insisted on ensuring you were comfortable before heading to bed. With a gentle smile, he retrieved an oversized shirt from his closet, a soft, worn piece he often lounged in.

"You’ll be comfier in this," he said, holding out the shirt, his eyes warm with concern.

Your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. "Thank you," you murmured, taking the shirt and holding it close, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne mingled with familiarity.

A sense of ease washed over you as you slipped into the shirt. But as the night grew quieter and the dim lights in the room cast a soft glow, an unexpected wave of vulnerability swept in. You turned to Carlos, catching his gaze with a hint of hesitation. Carlos furrowed his brows with concern, immediately sensing the shift in your body language. "Is everything alright? Do you need anything?"

You shook your head gently. "No, no, I'm fine. It's just... it's been a long day, and I don't know, I just feel a bit... vulnerable, you know?"

Carlos’s expression softened immediately, understanding lighting up his eyes. Without a word, he nodded, slipping under the covers beside you. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively, a comforting presence that enveloped you in a warm embrace.

"I got you," he whispered, the tenderness in his voice easing your worries.

A moment of silence lingered between you, the only sound the soft hum of the night settling in around the room. You shifted slightly, feeling a pang of vulnerability still clinging to you.

"Can you... um, spoon me?" you asked, your cheeks flushing slightly at the request.

Carlos hesitated for a moment, concern flashing across his face. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, mustering up the courage to voice your reasoning. "It's... it's just for protection, you know? Like, a sense of security. Please?"

Carlos softened, understanding the vulnerability behind your request realising your need for comfort in that moment. Without further hesitation, he shifted closer, gently wrapping his arms around you as you settled into a comfortable spooning position. His warmth and solid presence felt like a shield, enveloping you in a sense of safety you hadn't realised you needed.

"Better?" he asked softly, his breath tickling your neck.

You let out a content sigh, feeling oddly at ease despite the unexpected emotional turmoil. "Much better. Thank you," you murmured, already feeling the weight of sleep pulling you in.

Carlos held you a little tighter, his heartbeat against your back, lulling you into a serene slumber. In that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you found solace in his presence, a sense of security that allowed you to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

But when morning broke, the atmosphere had shifted. You stirred awake to find Carlos already up, his back turned as he busied himself by the window.

"Hey," you greeted softly, sitting up and stretching, the warmth of the previous night still lingering in your thoughts.

Carlos turned, his expression guarded. "Morning," he replied curtly, his tone noticeably colder than the night before.

Confused by the sudden change, your brows furrowed. "Is everything okay?"

He hesitated, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just... I think it's best if we keep things as they were."

Your heart sank at his words, a pang of disappointment and confusion washing over you. The intimacy you had shared felt like a distant dream, replaced by an inexplicable distance emanating from Carlos. Though you tried to brush it off and maintain a cheerful facade, the weight of his withdrawal lingered heavily, casting a shadow over your once-comforting bond. As you left his room, the ache of uncertainty gnawed at you, leaving you questioning whether you had misinterpreted everything that had passed between you both.

As you sat at the dinner table, conversing politely with your date, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The restaurant's ambience was suddenly disrupted by a booming voice that echoed across the room, a Spanish voice, to be specific.

"Ah! there you are!" Carlos's voice cut through the chatter, drawing the attention of every patron in the vicinity. Your date looked bewildered as Carlos strode purposefully towards their table, his presence demanding attention. Your cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, a mixture of annoyance and resignation washing over you as you took in Carlos’ presence. He looked good, as usual.

"Carlos, what are you doing here?" you muttered, attempting to keep your voice steady.

He pulled out a chair, disregarding social cues, and seated himself at the table as if he belonged there. "I thought I'd join you lovely folks for dinner. Don't mind me!" Your date shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to react to this unexpected intrusion. You shot Carlos a pointed look, silently pleading with him to leave, but his expression remained resolute.

"You know she’s told me so much about you," Carlos declared with an overly enthusiastic tone that felt forced. "I just had to meet the man who's captured her attention!"

You cringed inwardly, hoping the floor would open up and swallow you whole. Carlos's ill-intentioned and utterly inappropriate display of protectiveness made your date visibly uncomfortable.

"Actually, we were just finishing up," you interjected, trying to salvage what was left of the evening. But Carlos seemed purposefully oblivious to your attempts to end the awkward encounter.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt! I insist, please, continue."

The strained conversation continued for a few more agonising minutes before your date made a hasty excuse to leave, casting a puzzled glance at you before departing. "Smooth, Carlos. Real smooth," you muttered under your breath, shooting him a reproachful glare.

He shrugged, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, at least now you won't have to deal with someone who clearly couldn't appreciate you properly." As the restaurant returned to its usual buzz, you couldn't decide whether to be exasperated or secretly touched by Carlos's awkward attempt to protect you.

You agreed to meet your next date at a quaint Italian restaurant nestled in the city's heart. You arrived on time, nervous yet excited to meet someone new, reassured that there was no way Carlos knew you were on a date with a new guy. As you walked in, you noticed your date sitting at a corner table, exuding an air of self-assurance that bordered on arrogance.

Initial pleasantries quickly dissolved into an awkward imbalance as he monopolised the conversation. He spoke incessantly about his achievements, barely pausing to acknowledge your attempts to contribute. Every story you attempted to share was swiftly redirected to revolve around him and his experiences.

"That's impressive. I can relate in some ways. I've had my share of challenges at work—" Before you could finish your sentence, he interjected, "Let me tell you about this groundbreaking project I led last year. It was a game-changer, truly."

You managed a polite smile, attempting to redirect the conversation. "That sounds fascinating! But have you travelled much? I find different cultures so intriguing."

He chuckled dismissively. "Oh, absolutely. I've been all over, experiencing the best of what the world offers. Let me regale you with tales of my adventures!"

You sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of his overpowering presence stifling any chance for a balanced conversation. His stories flowed one after the other, leaving no room for genuine engagement or connection.

You tried to shift the conversation to lighter topics, hoping for a more comfortable exchange. "So, do you have any hobbies or interests outside of work? I enjoy painting in my free time."

He responded swiftly, "Oh, I'm always busy with work. I don't really have time for hobbies. But enough about that, let me tell you about the lavish party I hosted last month. It was a grand affair; everyone who's anyone was there!"

You forced a polite chuckle, feeling the weight of his self-centeredness overshadowing any chance for a genuine connection. "Sounds like quite the event! I've been meaning to explore some new places around town. Any recommendations?"

His expression turned dismissive. "I know all the best spots, but I prefer the elite establishments. The others just don't measure up to my standards."

You masked your disappointment with a courteous nod, realising that your differing perspectives on life made it challenging to find common ground. You attempted a few more conversational gambits, but he effortlessly redirected the dialogue back to his achievements and preferences each time, leaving you feeling unheard and increasingly disheartened.

As the meal progressed, his demeanour shifted from self-absorption to a somewhat off-putting level of presumptuousness. He made tasteless jokes that didn't resonate with your sense of humour, leaving an uncomfortable silence that lingered in the air. His attempts at humour often veered into insensitive territory, making you cringe inwardly.

Despite your attempts to steer the conversation toward neutral topics, he persisted in guiding it back to himself, displaying an unsettling lack of interest in getting to know you. He seemed more intent on showcasing his accomplishments and financial success than building genuine connections.

Things took a turn for the worse when he became overtly presumptuous, ordering for you without your consent and invading your personal space with unwelcome gestures. As the waiter approached the table, he leaned back with an air of assurance. Without as much as a glance at you, he signalled the waiter and began dictating the order. "We'll start with the calamari appetiser and a bottle of your finest wine, the 2005 Cabernet Sauvignon."

You hesitated, about to interject, but he continued, "For her main course, she'll have the lobster linguine, cooked al dente with a side of roasted vegetables."

Your discomfort grew palpable. You attempted to interject politely, "Actually, I prefer to choose my own meal..."

He waved a dismissive hand, cutting you off mid-sentence. "Trust me, you'll love it. I have impeccable taste."

The unsure but compliant waiter jotted down the order without seeking your confirmation. You felt your agency slipping away in the face of his assertiveness, leaving you powerless in an already uncomfortable situation. His attempts at physical contact were met with visible discomfort from you, now feeling increasingly trapped in an awkward position.

Trying to maintain your composure, you discreetly excused yourself to the restroom, sighing angrily as you knew who to message at this moment.

You: Hey. Are you free?

Carlos: Always ready for an SOS from you. What's up?

You: This date... total disaster. I need an exit strategy.

Carlos: Consider it done. Where are you?

You: Italian place downtown. Sorry to bother you.

Carlos: No bother at all. But you owe me big time for this heroic rescue.

You: I owe you big time? Please, you love being the hero.

Carlos: Maybe just a little. On my way. Keep your eyes peeled for your saviour.

You: Thanks, Carlos. You're the smugest knight in shining armor I know.

Carlos: Damn right. Get ready for your grand exit!

Upon returning to the table, you choked down the entirety of the glass of wine in front of you. The taste was strange, but you just assumed your date really did have bad taste, and that was that. You hesitantly waited on Carlos, knowing you weren’t going to hear the end of his intrusion, barely participating in conversation any longer.

However, the room began to spin, as each little movement felt sluggish and disorienting. Your thoughts, once clear, now swam in a haze of confusion. Did you text Carlos? What was this address again? When did you drink so much?. Every attempt to focus felt futile as a heavy lethargy settled over you, dragging you even deeper into the numbing fog. Your muscles refused to obey, and your limbs felt like lead weights as you struggled to maintain the balance of your skull. Panic clawed at the edges of your mind, a rising fear amplified by the unsettling realisation that your memory had become a fragmented puzzle. A wave of nausea surged through you, adding to the overwhelming sense of vulnerability and helplessness as you grappled with the disconcerting realisation that something was gravely wrong.

The Italian restaurant continued to buzz with activity, the ambient murmur mingling with the clinking of cutlery. Despite the lively atmosphere, you struggled to stay present. Your date prattled on, taking into your increasing disorientation as you felt yourself slipping further and further into a haze. Carlos appeared through the throng of diners, a welcomed sight amid your escalating distress.

"Carlos, thank goodness you're here," you sighed, relief and urgency tainting your voice.

His presence was a lifeline, yet the strain in his eyes betrayed a more profound concern. His gaze flickered between you and your date, a subtle tension hanging between them.

"Hey, what's wrong?" His voice held a note of urgency, a quiet determination in his tone.

Struggling to keep your focus, you glanced uneasily toward my date, pleading silently for Carlos's intervention. His presence felt like a shield and protective barrier amidst the mounting discomfort clouding your senses.

"I-I don't feel right, Carlos," you managed, your words slurring slightly, the haze enveloping your thoughts.

As Carlos moved to address your date, a sudden panic flashed across his face. "What's going on here?" your date blurted, his voice tinged with alarm.

Carlos's expression remained resolute, his voice firm yet controlled. "She's not feeling well. I suggest you step aside."

Your date's face contorted with apprehension, a fear of being caught etched in his features. "I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Carlos's tone hardened, a protective edge surfacing in his words. "Step away. Now."

The tension in the air crackled with the escalating confrontation. Your date, visibly shaken, glanced around anxiously, his fear of exposure palpable. Meanwhile, you struggled to maintain coherence, the effects of the drug clouding your senses further.

As Carlos guided you away from the table, the panic in your date's eyes was unmistakable. The situation teetered on the edge, a mix of confusion and alarm clouding your thoughts as Carlos's protective presence ushered you away from the escalating tension, your senses dulled by the effects of the drug, leaving you in a haze of vulnerability.

Carlos guided you through the bustling restaurant, each step a deliberate move to shield you from the chaos. Outside, under the dimly lit sky, his sleek Ferrari awaited them, a beacon of calmness amidst the swirling unease. He guided you into the passenger seat and ensured you were settled, the supple leather embracing your form as he carefully fastened your seatbelt.

"Stay right here, amorcito," Carlos murmured, his voice a soothing melody amidst the disarray. He reached over, tenderly tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, his touch feather-light yet grounding.

Your world felt muffled, an odd haze clouding your thoughts, but Carlos's reassuring presence provided a semblance of stability. You watched him, the lines of worry etched on his brow, his eyes silently promising protection and resolve. As he closed the car door, his eyes met yours with a reassuring smile, a gesture that spoke volumes amid your confusion.

Settled in the plush seat, you leaned back, enveloped by the car's luxurious interior. The comforting purr of the engine hummed in the background, a gentle rhythm that eased the turmoil within. You ran your fingers along the soft leather, relishing its reassuring texture amidst the disarray of your mind.

Carlos's silhouette disappeared into the restaurant, his purposeful strides a testament to his commitment. Despite the fog that clouded your senses, you felt a surge of gratitude for his steadfast presence. His tender touch lingered on your skin, a warmth that cut through the disorientation, leaving you feeling oddly cocooned in safety and care.

As you waited for his return, you closed your eyes, focusing on the rhythmic sound of your breaths, the touch of his hand still lingering in your thoughts. Amidst the confusion, you held onto the fleeting comfort he had bestowed upon you, finding solace in the tender moments he had gifted you before venturing back into the fray, his unwavering support a lifeline amidst your uncertainty.

A few minutes passed, and the car remained a sanctuary during the bustling night. The distant sounds of the restaurant faded into the background as your thoughts ebbed and flowed in the disorienting haze. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Carlos slipped back into the driver's seat, a faint sheen of perspiration glistening on his brow, a silent testament to the turmoil he might have faced.

"Hey there," he greeted with a reassuring smile, hand patting your thigh gently, though a hint of fatigue lingered in his eyes. The subtle signs of a scuffle—tousled hair, a smudge of dirt on his sleeve—hinted at the conflict he might have encountered.

Your hazy mind struggled to piece things together, your concern for Carlos mixing with your own clouded reality. "Are you okay?" you managed, your voice tinged with worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, his tone steady but slightly strained. "Let's get you home, okay?"

The Ferrari hummed to life, gliding smoothly through the streets. The familiar engine's purr offered a strange comfort as you gazed at Carlos, a mix of gratitude and concern filling your thoughts.

"Where are we going?" you asked, confusion clouding your senses.

"Taking you back to my place," Carlos explained, his voice a reassuring anchor amidst your uncertainty. "You'll be okay there; I can look after you and help if this worsens."

His words offered a sense of security, a promise of protection you desperately craved in your dazed state. You leaned back in the seat, the soft leather cocooning you, finding solace in Carlos's quiet determination to keep you safe.

As they navigated through the night, your thoughts drifted between fragments of reality and the fog that enveloped your mind. With Carlos at the wheel, you surrendered to the fleeting moments of clarity, finding an odd comfort in the promise of safety and care that awaited you at his home, a haven amidst the confusion that lingered within you.

"Carlos," your voice broke through the haze, the words stumbling out in an unfiltered stream. "I just... I need to say something. I know you think I hate it when you show up and ruin my dates, but I don't. I mean, yeah, it's annoying, but deep down, I kind of... I kind of love it."

Your words spilled out in a rush, your thoughts a jumbled mess. You glanced at him, your gaze seeking solace in his familiar presence as the car glided through the night. "You're always there, watching out for me, and I've realised that maybe... maybe I want you to intrude because I want to see you. Because I... I've always wanted to see you."

Your cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and the haze of the drug making your words spill out more freely than you intended. "I think... I think I've always loved you, Carlos," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Even when I didn't realise it myself."

As the words hung in the air, the car continued its journey, the soft purr of the engine a steady backdrop to your confession. In the midst of your drug-induced haze, your heart lay exposed, your sentiments laid bare in a raw, unguarded moment that danced at the edge of coherence and vulnerability.

In the silence, you continued, "Carlos, you're... you're like this constant in my life," you rambled, your words tumbling out in a disjointed symphony. "You've always been there, protecting me, even when I didn't ask for it. And I've pretended to be annoyed by it, but deep down... deep down, it's what I've needed. It's what I've wanted."

You shifted in your seat, your gaze fixed on him, seeking a sliver of understanding amidst the haze. "You've scared off so many guys, but maybe... maybe it's because I've always wanted it to be you. To be us. Maybe I've always wanted you to be the one."

Your chest tightened with a rush of emotion. Your confession lay bare in the vulnerable confession that lingered between you. "I love that you intrude on my dates because... because I've always wanted it to be you across from me," you confessed, your voice a fragile whisper carrying the weight of years of unspoken longing.

Carlos listened intently, the weight of your words penetrating through the haze. As your ramblings subsided into a momentary lull, he glanced at you, a softness in his eyes that spoke volumes.

"Hey," he began, his voice a gentle anchor amidst the emotional storm, "Cariño, I hear you."

His words were deliberate, a reassurance wrapped in tenderness. "We'll talk about this when your mind is less foggy, okay?" Carlos offered a warm smile, a gesture of understanding and patience. "You've been through a lot tonight. Let's get you settled first."

With your subtle nod, he redirected his focus to the road ahead, allowing a comfortable silence to envelop you both. The car continued its journey, the soothing purr of the engine becoming a backdrop to your unspoken understanding.

In that moment, Carlos's quiet acknowledgment provided a sense of comfort, a promise of addressing the conversation when the fog in your mind had lifted. His reassurance offered a glimmer of hope amidst the emotional whirlwind, an unspoken agreement that your heart-to-heart talk would come in a time and space where clarity reigned supreme.

The car slowed to a stop, and Carlos turned off the engine. With a careful glance at you, he gently reached over, unbuckling your seatbelt and offering a steadying hand as you emerged from the car. Your steps were unsteady, and he moved closer, providing support as you made your way to his house.

As you ascended the steps to his front door, Carlos guided you inside, the familiarity of his home a comforting embrace amidst the confusion in your mind. Slowly but with determination, he led you through the hallways, his touch offering guidance and reassurance.

"Almost there," he murmured softly, his voice soothingly amidst your foggy thoughts.

Finally, you arrived at his room. The door creaked open, revealing a space that was both familiar and comforting. With gentle guidance, Carlos led you inside, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm ambience in the room.

"Take a seat," he encouraged, guiding you gently towards the edge of the bed. He moved around the room, closing the curtains and dimming the lights, creating a serene atmosphere.

As you settled onto the bed, the covers' softness enveloped you; Carlos lingered, a silent guardian in the room. He fetched a glass of water from a nearby table, offering it to you with a reassuring smile.

"Rest here for a moment," he said softly. "I'll be right outside if you need anything." With a final glance filled with care, he stepped out, leaving her in the comforting quiet of his room, a sanctuary amidst the night's whirlwind.

After ensuring you were settled in his room, Carlos stepped out briefly, returning with a tray of light snacks and a fresh glass of water. He entered the room quietly, mindful not to startle you, and placed the tray on a nearby table.

"Hey, I brought you something to eat," he said gently, keeping his tone soothing. He arranged the food within your reach, opting for simple, comforting options—a plate of fruit, a few crackers, and a small sandwich.

"You should have something," he encouraged, gesturing towards the tray. "It might help you feel a bit better."

She looked up at Carlos, her eyes reflecting gratitude and exhaustion. Taking a shaky breath, she nodded and managed a faint smile. "Thank you, Carlos," she whispered softly.

As he settled the tray within your reach, he noticed your hand trembling slightly. Concern etched his features, and without a second thought, he reached out and gently grasped your hand, offering a comforting squeeze. "Hey, it's going to be okay," he reassured you, his voice steady and reassuring.

You looked at him, your gaze filled with fear and vulnerability. "I'm scared, Carlos," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be alone right now."

Carlos's heart ached at your words. He knew the depth of her fear, the weight of your emotions at that moment. Without hesitation, he settled on the edge of the bed beside you. "You don't have to be alone," he said softly, his voice laced with empathy. "I'll stay right here with you."

He could feel your grip on his hand tighten, seeking solace in his presence. Stroking your hand gently, he offered silent comfort, understanding the unspoken plea in your touch. He couldn't bring himself to leave you, not when you needed someone by your side the most.

"Please, don't go," you murmured, your voice barely audible, filled with desperation.

Carlos felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. "I won't," he promised, his voice unwavering. "I'll stay right here."

Carlos recognised the need for more than words as your trembling slowly subsided. Gently, he tucked the covers around you, ensuring you felt cocooned in warmth and security. He adjusted the pillows, offering as much comfort as he could in the simple act of making sure you were settled.

"Close your eyes," he murmured, his voice a soothing murmur. "I'm right here."

As you obeyed, Carlos settled himself beside you, his arm wrapping around you in a tender embrace. You nestled into him, seeking solace in the comforting warmth of his presence. His touch was gentle, his fingers tracing soft patterns along your hair and the curve of your cheek, a silent promise of unwavering support.

He whispered soft, reassuring words, his breath a gentle rhythm against your ear. "You're safe here. I've got you," he murmured, his voice a soft melody in the quiet room.

Your breathing slowed, steadying against the rhythm of his own. The tension began to ease from your frame, the closeness offering a sense of security you desperately needed in that moment.

Carlos continued to stroke your hair, his touch feather-light and comforting. He held you close, his embrace a shield against the turmoil of your emotions. He remained a constant, steadfast presence in the darkness, offering comfort through his touch and the warmth of his embrace.

As the night deepened, Carlos stayed there, his focus solely on her comfort. The room was tranquil, the only sounds being the soft hum of the night outside and their steady breathing in sync.

His touch continued to be a source of solace, his fingers lightly tracing patterns along her hair, a soothing and comforting gesture. He marvelled at the fragility of the moment, the vulnerability she displayed, allowing herself to find solace in his presence.

With each passing moment, the tension gradually eased from her body, her breathing growing steadier against his chest. Carlos's heartbeat was a calming rhythm, a constant reminder of his unwavering support.

He gently kissed her forehead, a silent gesture of reassurance, hoping to ease her worries even in her subconscious state. "You're not alone," he whispered softly, more for himself than her.

As the night wore on, Carlos remained in that position, watching over you; his protective instincts heightened. He knew that once you awoke, the weight of your troubles might return, but he provided you with a haven of tranquillity for now.

When the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, you stirred slightly, your eyes fluttering open. Confusion clouded your gaze momentarily before you registered your surroundings. Sensing your movement, Carlos shifted, his arm still draped protectively around you, tucking you into his chest.

"Hey there," he greeted you softly, offering a gentle smile. "How are you feeling?"

You blinked sleepily, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Better," you admitted, your voice carrying a hint of gratitude. "Thank you for staying."

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender. "Anytime," he assured you, his eyes filled with genuine care.

"About last night..." you began, your voice a blend of hesitation and determination.

"You don't need to explain," he started, but you interrupted gently.

"No, please, I need to say this," you insisted, fingers twirling the blanket hem. "What I said... I meant every word."

Carlos studied you, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "What exactly did you mean?"

"I meant what I rambled about," you clarified, a soft vulnerability colouring your words. "I've cared about you more deeply than I've ever admitted. And last night... it made me realise that maybe what I feel for you is more than just friendship."

A momentary pause lingered between you both, the weight of your confession hanging in the air before Carlos spoke, his voice carrying a depth of emotion. "I..."

You held his gaze, your heart pounding with hope and trepidation, awaiting his response, but he paused, grappling with his own emotions.

"I care about you deeply, too," Carlos finally admitted, his eyes locking with yours. "Even more than I've ever let on."

Your unspoken feelings lingered, the quiet revelation filling the room with a tender yet complex energy. A delicate silence fell, pregnant with unvoiced sentiments, the morning's tranquillity accentuating the weight of your shared realisation

"I think we should discuss this more when you're feeling better," Carlos suggested gently, offering a reassuring smile. "When things are clearer."

You nodded, a sense of relief washing over you as you processed the magnitude of your shared conversation. "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan," you agreed softly.

As the morning light bathed the room in its gentle glow, your unspoken confessions settled between you both, a newfound understanding growing roots in your hearts, promising a journey of exploration and understanding that stretched beyond the horizon of what you had ever imagined.

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fxrmuladaydreams · 7 months

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grown up (pg10)

pierre x leclerc!reader , slight lando x leclerc!reader

summary: you’ve always had a crush on your older brother’s best friend, little do you know he’s crazy about you too

notes: !! contains smut, minors dni !! this trope is too good to not do with pierre, there’s a tiny age gap here (3 years) also i kept pierre in alpha tauri

warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of physical violence (not against reader), smut, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f receiving)

Pierre Gasly was a forbidden fruit. As kids he was constantly attached at the hip to your older brother Charles, the two became partners in crime whilst karting together, and had stayed thick as thieves even in Formula One.

You practically watched each other grow up. You were in the stands as he made his way through karting all the way up to Formula One, driving for Toro Rosso, then Red Bull, and now Alpha Tauri.

He was always there with your brother for special events. He watched as you not only got older, but as you matured. He watched as you grew into your figure, curves appearing in all the right places. What was once a little kid, constantly chasing her brother around had turned into a beautiful woman, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Especially not with your overprotective brother keeping you close.

It seemed Charles had also noticed that you’d grown up, or at least noticed all of the new male attention you’ve acquired. He keeps an arm over your shoulders in the paddock, sending a glare to any guys who would give you a once over.

As hard as he tried though, he couldn’t stop you from dating the few guys that had caught your attention as well. Pierre remembers them all.

The first was clearly looking for something casual, the relationship ending with you crying on Charles’ shoulder.

The next was one that ended up cheating on you. You had to make Charles promise that he wasn’t going to try to fight him, but you didn’t have any control over Pierre. You asked him about the bruises on his knuckles when you saw him next, holding his hands in yours and inspecting the damaged skin. He wouldn’t tell a soul but he felt his heart stutter as you held his larger, rougher hands in your small soft ones. When he came out of his you-induced trance, he just shrugged claiming the bruises were from training.

You had actually thought it was going to work out with the most recent one. He was sweet, he was loyal, the only issue was he was going off to university while you were traveling with Charles. The long distance made it difficult, the two of you had a mutual break up because of it.

Pierre hated that he had to watch you date all of these guys that just seemed either incompatible with you or just took advantage of you. Or both. And he was forced to watch from the sidelines.

It was time for the Monaco Grand Prix, which meant that it was the one time of year you didn’t have to travel anywhere. Charles had opted to forgo the hotel that was offered, instead choosing to stay home with you. He invited Pierre to stay with the two of you as well, offering his best friend the spare guest room.

It was strange having Pierre so close to you at first. You would bump into him on your way to the bathroom, make your breakfast together in the kitchen, share a car to and from the track. You quickly became used to having his presence around though, enjoying the shared breakfasts, and midnight chats in the kitchen.

The race had ended with both boys in the points, though neither on the podium. You all went out to celebrate though, the three of you and most of the other drivers with their girlfriends.

Pierre spent the night watching you from afar, dancing with Lily, then with Carmen, then back to Lily. The drink in your hand sloshing around in the glass as you danced. He was happy to watch you dance with the girls, a bright smile on your face as you twirled around with them. It wasn’t until he saw Lando reach for you that he started to feel uncomfortable.

Lando was behind you, his hands on your hips, far too close for Pierre’s liking. It was then that he came to the conclusion that your dress was far too short. It showed too much of your legs. And the neckline was far too low, giving Lando a perfect view of your chest over your shoulder.

Your hand reached up behind you to tangle itself in Lando’s curls, and Pierre thought he might actually commit a crime.

He glances over at Charles who seems distracted, busy conversing or more so listening to Max. When he turns back to look at you, you’ve turned around, now facing Lando as you dance together.

Your hands are pressed against his chest while his are resting on your hips. Your foreheads are pressed together. You catch Lando’s eyes glancing down at your lips. He leans forward, and you let him, closing your eyes.

You can feel his lips brush against yours when you’re suddenly pulled away from him. Pierre’s got a hand on your arm, and a scowl on his face as he practically glares at Lando.

“We’re going home.” He says, before pulling you to the exit, his hand slips down to grasp yours.

“What about Charles?” You ask as you weave through groups of people in an attempt to keep up with Pierre’s quick steps.

“I told him you weren’t feeling well.” He answers, still pulling you along to his car outside.

The ride back to yours and Charles’ Monaco apartment is quiet. Pierre’s got a tight grip on the steering wheel as he keeps his eyes locked ahead. You pout quietly in the passenger seat, occasionally sparing a glance at the Frenchman beside you.

You follow him back upstairs to the apartment where he waits for you to unlock the door. Once inside he brushes past you and throws his coat on the couch. He walks to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water pushing it into your hands.

“Drink it.” He says, pulling one out for himself as well.

“I’m not drunk.” You quietly tell him as you unscrew the cap.

He scoffs. “You were drunk enough to think that grinding against Lando was a good idea.”

A smirk grows on your face. You take slow steps towards him. “Are you jealous Pierre?”

“Why would I be jealous? You’re just a kid.” He’s quick to snap.

His answer strikes a nerve, but you persist. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Lando is closer to may age. Just a year younger than me. Maybe I should give him a call, finish what we started.”

His lips are on yours within a second. The kiss is hungry, fueled with fire and the need to finally express the feelings you’ve both had for so long. He pushes you up against the kitchen counter, slotting a leg between yours.

You whimper into the kiss as his leg pushes against your center, your dress sliding up and revealing more skin to him.

Your hands find his hair as his find the bottom of your dress. His fingers trail up your legs to toy with the waistband of your panties.

“Bedroom.” You manage to breathe out in between kisses.

He lifts you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist and walks you both to your bedroom. You can feel the tent growing in his pants as he pushes himself against you.

He kicks the door shut behind him, and drops you on your bed. Clothes are torn off the two of you, thrown to different corners of the room until you’re both just in your underwear.

He dives down to kiss you again, laying between your legs. One of his hands strokes the skin of your thigh, pulling it around him.

You continue to kiss each other, your tongues seemingly dance with each other as he softly starts to thrust his hips against yours. His kisses travel down your neck to your collarbone. He reaches a hand behind you and unlatches your bra, throwing it somewhere behind him.

He brushes a hand over one of your breasts, his fingers softly grazing your nipple. He leans down to kiss along your chest, his teeth marking up your skin as he goes.

“You’ve grown up quite a bit, huh?” He murmurs as he pays equal attention to both breasts.

“I’m not a little kid Pierre.” You roll your eyes at him, but let out a soft moan as he lets his teeth bite softly at one of your nipples.

“That’s for sure.” He says, continuing his journey down your body.

Once again his fingers fiddle with the waistband of your panties. He uses his arms to spread your legs for him, giving him a perfect view of the wet patch that’s grown on your underwear.

“So wet for me chéri?” He presses his fingers against the wet fabric, teasing you through your underwear.

“Should we talk about the tent you’ve got?” You lightly kick his back.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Alright, alright.” His hands move back to the top of your underwear but pause. He looks back up at your face. “Are you sure you want this?”

You do want this, you know you want this. But part of you can’t help but think of your brother, or Pierre’s best friend. This could make things messy for everyone, that is if Charles doesn’t murder Pierre.

You look back down at the man between your legs. Sincerity swims around in the green eyes that stare back at you. You know he’ll back off if you tell him no. That this can all fade away, never to be mentioned again. Or you can grab onto this moment and not let it go, throw caution to the wind.

You nod and give him a soft smile. “I’m sure.”

He returns his own smile, then slowly peels your panties off of you. He tosses them near the pile of his clothes. “I’m keeping those.” He gives your thigh a kiss.

You let out a sigh as his fingers stroke your folds. The sigh turns into a whimper when he lightly taps against your clit.

“So sensitive ma chéri.” He smirks.

He slowly pushes his middle finger into you, pressing against your walls. Your thighs tighten around him as he works his finger in and out of you, then adds another.

You moan out his name as he starts to press against the spongey spot inside you.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He climbs back up your body to kiss you again, stealing your moans from your mouth.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. You push against his chest so he’s looking at you.

“Pierre, I need you inside me.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and raises them to his mouth, sucking your wetness off of them.

“You taste so good chéri.” He practically moans.

You reach out to pull his boxers down. His cock slaps his abdomen as he kicks his underwear away.

You can see the bead of precum that’s gathered on his tip. You spread it over him with a finger, then pump his cock a few times.

Pierre’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” He groans.

You lay back down, pulling him down with you. He looks down between the two of you and holds his cock at your entrance. He looks back up at you, silently asking one more time if you’re sure you want this with him. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck.

He notches the head of his cock in you, then slowly pushes himself in. You take a few deep breathes, closing your eyes.

The stretch to fit him is a lot. It didn’t hurt, but his size was more than you were used to accommodating.

When he finally bottoms out, he pauses, giving you a moment. He rests his forehead against yours, pressing soft kisses against your face as you get used to his size.

“You can move.” You murmur.

He pulls himself away then pushes himself back in, creating a rhythm for the two of you.

He’s going slow, too slow. You wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, and so warm.” He moans, his head falling down to your shoulder as his thrusts speed up.

He nips at your shoulder, his teeth creating small dents in the skin.

As his thrusts speed up you can feel him get deeper and deeper until the head of his cock hits the perfect place inside you. You yelp as you clench around him even tighter.

“You feel so good Pierre. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You moan.

He reaches a hand down between you to rub at your clit, quickly sending you over the edge.

Your release triggers his, his cum coating your walls as he drags your orgasms out.

You’re both breathing heavily when you’re finished, clinging onto each other like a lifeline. You unwrap your legs from around him, the muscles tense from your activities.

He softly pulls out of you, causing you to whimper at the now empty feeling between your legs. His cock is soft now, the base coated in a creamy looking white substance, a mix of your releases.

He get up off the bed and goes to your bathroom, when he returns he’s holding a wash cloth in his hand. He cleans you up, apologizing when you wince from the sensitivity.

He goes back to the bathroom to dispose of the wash cloth, then comes back and gets back in bed with you.

He pulls you to his chest and sighs, staring up at your ceiling. Your fingers fiddle with his as you lay in silence.

You sigh. “We’re going to have to talk about this.” You break the silence.

“I know.” He says, pulling you closer to him. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Right now I just want to enjoy holding you in my arms.”

It doesn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep, letting the worries of your relationship status fade away for the night.

When you wake up Pierre’s got a tight hold on you. His face is buried in your neck, his arms locked around your torso.

You watch as he sleeps, his soft snores coming out in rhythmic beats. You lift a hand to softly run through his hair, the golden brown strands are soft between your fingers. Your hand traces down his face, over his cheekbone, then to his lips.

His breath hitches as his eyes flutter open. A lazy smile grows on his face as he looks at you.

“Good morning ma chéri.” His voice is deep with sleep.

“Good morning Pierre.” You smile.

As much as you want to bask in the energy of an early morning cuddle session with Pierre, you know you need to talk about last night, about what last night means to you now.

“So…” You trail off.

“So?” He asks, nudging your jaw with his nose, clearly looking for some affection from you.

“So, are we going to talk about last night?” You’re scared of what he’ll say, but you know this is a discussion you need to have.

“Last night was fun.”

Your heart drops. Last night was fun? That’s all he has to say?

“Pierre-”

“I meant what I said. About wanting to do that for so long.” He kisses down your neck, his eyes finding the light purple marks he left along your skin the previous night.

You lift his chin so he’s looking into your eyes again.

“Was that just a one time thing? Because I don’t think I can do this if it was Pierre. I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, but I don’t want to give you my heart if you’re just going to break it.”

His eyebrows furrow. How could you possibly think he would break your heart?

“No mon amour, no.” He cups your face in his hands. “I have been in love with you since we were kids, since Charles introduced us. I know that it’s going to be hard working this out with your brother, but I’d like to, if you’ll have me.”

You grin, rolling on top of him and cover his faces in kisses.

You moment of joy is cut short when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/n?” Charles’ voice calls from the other side.

The door starts to open as you roughly push Pierre under your bedsheets.

“I’m changing!” You shout at your brother.

Charles freezes, leaving the door only cracked open.

Pierre sighs, running his hand up and down your leg. An idea comes to him, an evil, risky idea. He crawls further down, and throws your legs over his shoulders. He licks a long stripe through your folds, grinning when he hears you gasp and feels a hand grip his hair.

“Pierre said you weren’t feeling well, how are you feeling now?” Charles asks through the door.

Your eyes roll back as Pierre sucks your clit into his mouth, toying with the little bundle of nerves.

“Y/n?”

“Good! Good, I feel good.” You hope your words don’t sound like a moan.

“Alright, well I’m going to go get some breakfast, would you like to join me?” Charles asks.

“No, no. You go. I’ll stay.” You manage to get out.

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” He closes your door again, you can hear his footsteps disappear in the apartment.

You give Pierre’s back a harsh kick, to which he groans, then crawls up out from under the sheets.

“That hurt!” He groans.

“Well I don’t think eating me out in front of my brother is a good way to get him onboard with our relationship.” You scoff.

“So we’re in a relationship now? Officially? You’re asking me to be your boyfriend?” He smirks, wrapping himself around you again.

“I hate you.” You say, but you can’t stop the smile from spreading on your face.

“I love you too.”

#pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly #formula one x reader #pg10 #pierre gasly smut

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( bookshelf ) genre fluff pairing enha x gn reader word count 2.7k warnings skinship, kissing, not proofread

a/n wrote hee's and sunoo's at 3am forgive me if it doesn't sound right..

heeseung

— fake dating

hearing your family continuously nag at how you still don’t have a boyfriend, you seek help from one of your closest friend, heeseung, who gladly accepts

having to invite him over for family events, no matter how early or late it may be

eventually more than just family knew of this, when a picture of you two had been posted onto the gossip page of your school

walking into school together, not forgetting to interlock hands, and hearing murmurs from other students

listening to the rumours spread like wildfire forces you and hee to decide that anyone you come across will have to know

coming up with a set of rules, either being ‘do this only when people are around’, and the most important, ‘no falling in love’, to remind both of you that it’s all fake and for your sake

days pass, with you going to heeseung’s basketball practice everyday, him walking you home, only to be invited in for dinner every time, unaware of your reddening face

then came his birthday, which you of course had to be invited; being the one to celebrate everything with him - sitting next to him at the end of his dining table, helping him open his presents, spending the rest of the night with him

watching him game with his friends as you lay on his bed, waiting for your cue to go home

feeling the other side of the bed dip as you turn around to be faced with smiley heeseung admiring your face

“y’know, i’ve actually broke all of our rules.”

“what?”

“i’ve fallen in love with you.”

rest under cut !

jay

— secret relationship

your relationship wasn’t originally supposed to be secret, but with him being one of your brother’s friend, one of the most overprotective brothers, he surely wasn’t allowed to be seen with you alone

sneaking peeks at each other whenever bn looks away; winking and sending kissy faces to each other is your way of nonverbal flirting

him being invited by bn for the first time to your house, getting introduced to everyone in your family, including you, and what the the layout of the house is, except he actually knows it like the back of his hand, considering you always invite him over

immediately agreeing whenever bn asks for him to come over, just so he can be in the same premise as you

faking an excuse that he has to use the bathroom everytime, making bn think he has bladder issues, when in reality, he rushes to your room to smother kisses all over you

gritting his teeth and watching in jealousy whenever someone flirts with you, because how can a random guy be able to act like that with you and not him, your own boyfriend? this makes jay so agitated to the point he would risk revealing your relationship

getting teased by his friends for not being able to pull anyone; to which he grins and keeps quiet while looking your way

if there was one word to describe your relationship, it would be 'accidents' - never has there been a day where you wouldn't almost get caught

accidentally wearing jay's hoodie he left in your room to school one day, for him to blush red and you to be confused. until one of your friends point out that they swore they've seen it before somewhere, though not being able to pinpoint where

running over to where your brother sits for lunch just to sit next to jay and hold his hand under the table. of course, you get caught, which jay covers up as 'itching his leg' and you feeling like it was comfortable to put your arm in that angle

him sending a text that he's at your front door, except your entire family is still watching tv; you make up an excuse that you want to go for a walk, opening the door big enough for you to slip out

because of that mistake, you both wait for your family to leave before re-entering the house, heading up to your room and snuggling under the covers, eventually falling asleep

“say we are just friends!”

“jay he saw us cuddling in my bed.”

jake

— love at first sight

you had always wanted to get a dog, so what better way than to head to a dog store and look for one to potentially adopt?

of course, not having ever adopted one came difficulties in not knowing what treats, toys or environment were best for a dog, and you decide to ask someone

finding a staff you think looks nice enough to help you, you spot a guy kneeling down at a cute golden retriever, calling them ‘good girl’ and handing them a treat, you walk over to him and say hello

noticing your presence, he stands up to welcome you, but pauses for a bit to look at you before continuing to explain about the areas of the shop, with you following him around - all while you were awestruck at him

when asking him about the basics of adopting a dog, you hear a slightly different accent, quickly pinning it to australian, and looking down at his shirt revealing his name - jake

leaving you be, you go to the toys and begin looking at them, then turning around before your bag accidentally swipes down some of it on the racks

he immediately rushes over, crouching on the floor with you, helping you pick them up; hands brushing together every so often, you glance at him to see his burning face, while you touch your own face to feel the heat arising as well

laughing at yourself for thinking of a stranger you met a few minutes that way, you thank him before returning to your shopping

occasionally, you would catch the stares of jake, and in return he would catch yours; you realise you should get out as soon as possible, not wanting to catch feelings for a stranger who you might never see again

quickly finding the items for your soon to be yours dog, you head to the cashier, coming across jake once again

stuttering a bit when thanking and giving him the toys, you peer at him one more time, internally saying goodbye to the beauty in front of you

noticing the stares, jake gazes up from the counter, smiling as he catches your eye, mouth opening, about to say something

breaking the eye contact, you feel some soft fur against your leg, noticing the same cute golden retriever from earlier, squatting down to stroke it, and read the name tag, layla

jake stares at you in awe, considering how layla normally runs away from strangers, and how you managed to make her do the opposite was a mystery but he would leave that for another day

with layla continuously licking your face and neck, you consider whether she would be a good fit for your home, and ask jake about adopting her

“layla’s actually my dog, but you could be her other owner if you let me get your number and take you on a date?”

sunghoon

— holiday romance

christmas was your all time favourite holiday. you planned every single day to the max - making christmas bucket lists, going to the markets, seeing the first snow fall, everything

this christmas though, your school had extended your break even earlier, leading to new free days and your originally planned ones to be pushed back

of course, like any normal friends would, they ask you to hang out, preferably to go ice skating, which you accept

arriving, you all put on your skates and head to the rink entrance, being pushed back by a few boys around the same age as you

with them calling out to someone, you turn to see who it when you notice the familiar black haired boy who you’ve been crushing on since 8th grade, sunghoon

seeing his eyes light up and smile grinning widely as he skates towards his friends, hair blowing back, somehow emphasising his slightly red nose from the cold that makes you laugh everytime

hearing the cackles of your friends from one of them falling already, you divert your attention to who you really came here with

struggling together with your friends, you stop for a second to take a look at sunghoon, who seems to be already looking over, causing you to trip over your own feet after being caught

catching sunghoon’s attention who gasps, his friends then push him over to help you out, as your own friends start squealing and hitting each other seeing sunghoon rush over

feeling embarrassed, you scramble to get back on your own feet, instead slipping back down on your own butt

sensing a gust of wind past you, you see a hand reach down for you, which you don’t accept

seeing as there was no response, sunghoon gets behind you and lifts you back up to your feet, hands lingering on your waist a bit longer than it should

smiling at him, you try to skate away, pushing your friends along, instead slipping again, causing your friends to smirk and whisper to each other, then leaving together

lifting you up once again, both your faces turn red from the close proximity and he coughs, clearing his throat

“maybe i could teach you some of my skills in return for your company?”

sunoo

— grumpy and sunshine

you didn't know how to talk to people, maybe that's why sunoo, being the friendly extrovert he is, befriends you out of anyone else - not that you didn't have friends of course, he just feels like he can change you

determined to make you change, he will do anything physically possible to get you to become somewhat more open and ease up to him and share your feelings (or to even anyone you come across)

coming to your house to pick you up every day for school, making sure to greet your parents good morning and let them know you're in good hands

leaving his house extra early just to get your favourites snacks and drinks ready in the cup holder of the car; he learnt almost everything about you, from the way you talk, to the way you like certain things

always asking you for permission before gliding his fingers through your hair, wanting you to feel comfortable with anything he does

happily grins to himself knowing even if you wouldn't say it aloud, you still lay on his lap, feed him food etc.

despite not being in the same class, he would always choose the window seat in case you ever walked past, which after learning your schedule, he know nows exactly when and where you will be at a specific time

feeling extra giddy whenever you laugh with him, or when you talk about your day

since you rarely suggest things, he would suggest himself a small date near his house, knowing you don't like going out too much

watching movies on the tv, asking you what you like to watch and making sure he puts that on

climbing up to his roof, he brings a bag of chips he knows you like and a blanket with some pillows, laying it behind you guys, then proceeds to gaze at you, who is in awe of the view

he absolutely adores this; whenever you smile, he will. whenever you feel sad, he does too. sunoo had learnt that his feelings totally depend on however you feel

"hey, quit staring at me like that."

"i love your smile. you should smile more."

jungwon

— academic rivals to lovers

had you always disliked jungwon? absolutely. from the day he transferred to your school and took your top spot, you had begun to call him your rival

snickering whenever you get full marks and he doesn’t, even if it’s just a few marks off - and especially when the grade doesn’t even contribute to your final report

being told off that you both should let loose a little, and enjoy your high school life a bit more instead of constantly studying

pulling all nighters at the library, to find jungwon doing the same a few desks away, glaring at him and moving away to another desk as seeing him had ruined your mood

finding the book you need to help you study, seeing it on the top shelf, which of course you wouldn’t be able to reach, only for jungwon to walk behind you and snatch it away, sticking his tongue out at you

sitting furthest away from each other in class, to prevent each others’ suspicions of copying the others work and answers; only for the teacher to seat you back together after sensing the glares and tension in the class

being sick and tired of both of your childish actions, your teacher decides to force the two of you into a compulsory away from home competition that included a 3 hour plane ride

as you would be flying the same flight, obviously you would have to meet up together the day of; which led to jungwon being your most frequently contacted for the past few days due to planning and studying

getting in the plane, jungwon lets you take the window seat, remembering somehow how you always like watching the clouds go by

after awhile, jungwon explains the basics of the competition and what questions there should be to be; receiving no answer, he turns to look at you to find you sleeping and drooling, as he smiles and watches you for a bit

contemplating, he decides to move closer to you and set your head on his shoulder, moving and tucking your hair away from your face, his heart beating faster by the moment

contrary to him falling asleep, you wake up to the sudden weight on your head, soon realising you and jungwon had fallen asleep together. weirdly enough, you didn’t want to push him away and wake him up, but rather take your phone out to look at your guys’ reflection

placing your phone back down, you feel the weight coming off, and a shy, beetroot red jungwon interlocks your hands

“somewhere along the road, i just wanted to compete with you to get your attention.”

riki

— oblivious idiots

oh boy young love makes everyone so blinded

looking deeply into your eyes when you talk and holding eye contact despite knowing his whole face flushes at just the mention of your name

his camera roll being full of you, and just you. from when he first met you, asking to take a pic of yourself as his contact picture, to now just randomly taking candid photos of you

reassuring you when you doubt yourself, making sure to stop by your house whenever he can - getting you your favourite ice cream flavours, binge-watching your favourite series

his favourite thing is making you laugh. hearing you try to catch your breath, wiping the tears that form in your eyes from his jokes; it makes his stomach flip and erupt with butterflies knowing he can get you to be so happy

continuously attempting and failing confessions, just because you wouldn't get it, or laugh it off - to you, they were pretty indirect and could mean two completely different things

you would say, 'i like flowers, they're super pretty.' to which he replies a while later, 'you know, you remind me of a flower.'

always asking you to come to his games and cheer him on as motivation, scanning for you in the crowd - this all seem pretty normalised to you, which riki just couldn't understand why

kicking the winning goal - he doesn't even care about his teammates crashing into him - the first thing he does is look for your reaction, and sees that you're celebrating and shaking one of your friends

running over and jumping up to the bleachers where you were, he catches your attention by grabbing your shoulders, looking down at your lips, eventually giving them a quick but intimate peck

staring at each other, now extremely red with all the hollering in the background, you smile at each other at the requited feelings

walking you to the bus stop, feeling the brush of your hands together, he connects them and pulls you closer to him. you look down, embarrassed and hide your head in riki's chest

“everyone says we would make a perfect couple. i think so too, don’t you?”

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