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moonlightndaydreams · 6 days

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confessions | han jisung | fem reader | with fwb Hyunjin

Pairing: softdom!hanjisung x fem!reader x fwb!hyunjin

Synopsis: you are visiting your bf Han who has a secret to share and you end up in a sweet threesome with Hyunjin.

Word Count: I think about 4k, not sure.

CW BELOW //MDNI

CW: unprotected p in v sex, sex in front of others, cum eating, m x m stuff, tit fuck, threesome, hand job, han soft doms.

“Baby, I don’t want to spend our precious time watching a movie, when we could be enjoying each other.” you purred.

You didn’t know how or when it happened, but you'd stopped watching the movie and you were straddling Han’s lap.

He growled and grabbed your ass, his hand sliding up under your skater skirt skimming the edge of your underwear. “Well you know I can’t get enough of you right?” he nuzzled into your neck. It felt so good to be physically close.

You started to grind yourself over his hardening cock and kissed him greedily.

“Han baby, I need you inside me.” you groaned. It felt like it was all you ever said since you arrived back in town. Han smirked and shuffled you back a little so he could free his cock from his sweatpants. With your tongue poking out in excitement you positioned your entrance over him as he tugged your underwear to the side as you sunk down over him.

Han hissed through his teeth and grinned like a fool as he pushed himself deep inside you. “This is naughty.” you whispered. “What if someone comes in?” you rolled my hips so that your clitoris rubbed over his hard muscles.

“They wouldn’t be able to tell we’re actually fucking though.” he said as he rocked his hips up into you. “Our clothes are covering us. They’ll never know.” And he tugged at the hem of your skirt to make sure it was providing the coverage you needed.

“But still… are you willing to risk one of your band mates catching us?”

“Do you want to stop?” Han raised and eyebrow.

You shook your head. “No.” you didn’t want to stop. You couldn’t stop. Everything felt so perfect when you were connected.

“Who cares if someone sees us?” His hand drifted up to cup your clothed breast and he rolled his hips in particularly delicious way making you moan. “Let ‘em see how beautiful you are when you’re being fucked.”

Han’s eyes glazed over with desire as you slowly rode him. It felt a little naughty knowing that if someone were to come in the room you could just be making out. No one would really know that Han was buried inside of you.

“Gees guys, you have a fucking room, you know!” Your eyes snapped up to see Chan who had his hands thrown up in the air and desperately looking anywhere but directly at you. “We’re just kissing!” Han whined defensively. “Whatever! I’m going out and when I get back I don’t want you naked all over the living room. Or… get bodily fluids on the couch!” and with grimace Chan was out the door.

Han started giggling, making you laugh too. “Now where were we?” he grinned. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started to rock you slowly again on his cock.

All you wanted to do was beg him to fuck you hard, to lift you up off his length and brutally slam you down. You wanted him to make you scream. And because this wasn’t the time or place for loud, hard sex, it made this moment feel more intense. Resisting and holding back was what made it feel so good. With every slow thrust, you savoured the drag of his cock against your walls. Every time the head of his dick pushed up against your cervix you felt yourself melting like hot lava around him. The friction of your clit against his hard body sent shivers through you. The firm but considerate placement of his hands on your hips made you feel loved.

You loved this man underneath you. Han fucking Jisung. Your Han fucking Jisung.

You closed your eyes and tossed your head back, losing yourself in the rhythm of Han’s hips. You could do this forever. Han slowed down to a stop and you opened my eyes. Hyunjin had wandered into the living room, seemingly oblivious to our presence. With headphones on he was staring at his phone as he absentmindedly made his way to the arm chair to the left of us and sat down.

Han and you looked at each other with expressions of disbelief. You were literally impaled on his cock while his friend sat less than three metres away from you.

“Just kiss me.” He whispered, and so you met his lips in a soft kiss. But you couldn’t stop grinning and snickering. It seemed that you both felt that despite this being an awkward situation, it was also kind of thrilling too. You continued to grind on him for a good two minutes before you peeled your smiling lips away and leaned your cheek against Han’s as you both turned to observe Hyunjin.

The dancer, sensing eyes were on him, glanced up at you both. His eyes almost bulged right out his head and he dropped his phone in surprise. Or shock. Or panic. He pulled his headphones off and flailed around trying to retrieve his phone off the floor.

“Oh my God! Are you two actually fucking?” he asked shrilly. You couldn’t tell whether he was appalled or thrilled, but more importantly, was it really that obvious what you were doing? You bit your lip and looked to Han for guidance. You locked eyes and came to some unspoken understanding on how you were going to handle this.

Han could be so fucking cheeky and devious in the bedroom when he wanted to be. And from your many video calls you could tell there was a bit of an exhibitionist in him. But there was a bit of an exhibitionist in you too. So you weren't surprised, or disappointed with how he answered his friend.

“Yes Hyunjin.” Han grinned “we are actually fucking.” Your mouth opened in a big O from excitement and you looked to Hyunjin to gauge his reaction. Hyunjin couldn’t actually see anything, so what harm could it do?

Hyunjin was speechless, and visibly conflicted. He didn’t know where to look, or what to do with his hands and he kept licking and sucking his lips nervously.

You leaned in close to Han’s ear. “Baby? Do you want to keep going? Or should we go to your room? Do you want him to stay and watch? Do you want to stop?”

“I want him to watch.” He breathed. “I… I mean… if you are oka-”

“Shh” you put a finger to his lips, and sat up tall resting your hands on his chest. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth and then started to rock again on your most favourite cock in the entire world.

Hyunjin’s mouth hung open as he watched you ride his friend. He kept swallowing hard, and biting his lip. His face looked pained and conflicted. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes looked worried. Yet he couldn’t take his eyes off you and Han.

“Hyunjin,” Han panted. God he sounded good saying his name. “Look how perfect she looks when she’s riding me.”

“I…Uh…Um..” Hyunjin couldn’t speak.

“Hyunjin,” it was your turn to say something. “You can stay and watch if you like.” you pulled up high off Han’s cock and dropped back down somewhat forcefully, drawing a loud moan from Han. “But, you don’t have to either. We don’t mind…. We don’t want to make things weird.”

“C-can I… touch myself?” Hyunjin’s voice sounded tiny and unsure. With his eyes still focused on you, Han gave the dancer permission. “Of course.” He said not taking his eyes off yours.

In your peripheral vision you could see Hyunjin reach for his fly, unzipping it and releasing his rapidly growing dick. You tried to remain focused on Han, but at the same time you were curious to watch your watcher. Han picked up the pace, as his breaths became heavier. His mouth became ravenous and his hands slid under your skirt to hold onto your ass, sliding your skirt up revealing your entire thigh.

Hyunjin let out a whimper and quickly bit his luscious lip (again) to stop more from sounds from escaping. Hyunjin liked to involve his lips in his facial expressions.

With your hands cupped around Han’s face you leaned your head against his and closed your eyes, losing yourself to this moment. Every time you had sex, you would try to memorise the feeling of him, the way he completed you so perfectly. You'd try to memorise the smell of him and how it would make every single one of your cells dance. Oh and the taste of him! You were addicted to it. Since the day you got home you couldn’t keep your mouth off him.

There were so many things you wanted to explore with Han. It was evident we both had an exploratory side from those nights when you spanked him while he had a toy up his ass, or when he videoed himself fucking you.

You had an idea. “Han, baby…” you purred. Han opened his eyes “Yes baby?”

“I was thinking…maybe…you’d wanna try that tit-fuck we talked about?” Han’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in disbelief. You knew that look. It was a look of You are naughty. And I love it. And fuck yes lets do it.

With a devilish grin you slid off his cock and down to the floor in front of him. With all of your attention on Han, you slowly brought yoiur hands to the hem of your top and pulled it off over your head and threw it on the floor by Hyunjin’s feet. You felt both the men’s eyes on you as you reached behind your back and unclipped your bra, letting it slide off and reveal your breasts. A rush of adrenaline came over you at the realisation that you had just exposed yourself to your boyfriend’s friend. You searched Han’s face to see what he was thinking. If, for even a second, you thought he was uncomfortable you'd have stopped immediately. But he didn’t look like he was a man who wanted to stop.

His eyes were playful, and the overly keen look on his face made it hard for you to play a seductive role. But you tried nonetheless, sliding your hands up your stomach to brush over your breasts and gently squeezing your nipples. Han’s stupid ass grin quickly disappeared and he subconsciously licked his lips. What is it with their tongue’s and lips?

“Fuck!” It was Hyunjin that whispered under his breath as you watched him out of the corner of your eye. His hand gripped around his cock, ready for the show.

Han shuffled closer to edge of the couch offering himself to you. He had the prettiest cock you'd ever seen. You grasped it in your hand and teased the tip with your tongue. “I just gotta get you slicked up again.” you said and slid your mouth down over his length. you could taste yourself on him. He was yours.

“Fuck… your mouth… aahhhh!” Han’s eyes rolled back as you bobbed up and down on him for a few moments. After you'd done teasing him, you removed your mouth and positioned his swollen cock between your breasts, placing your hand across the front of them to hold it in place. “You’re so soft babe!” Han managed to say before you started to massage him with your breasts. You slowly built a steady rhythm of sliding up and down up his shaft whilst trying to put on your best pornographic facial expressions. It seemed to be driving Han crazy. You stole a glance at Hyunjin, he was pumping his cock now and his eyes were glazed over, his lips were slightly parted as he stared at your breasts wrapped around his band mates dick.

Han began to pant, and started buck his hips up to get more friction. “That’s it honey, fuck my tits.” you encouraged him. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as his hips moved faster. “I… I’m gonna… oh shiiiitttt!” Spurts of cum painted your breasts, chest and even reached your chin.

“Oh my fucking god” he cried and slumped back in the couch. You leaned back resting on your hands. You loved pleasuring Han.

“C-can… um… I … can I lick that off you?” Hyunjin said quietly.

Han and you looked at each other, then at Hyunjin and back to each other. Of all the things Hyunjin could have said, that was not what you expected to come out of his mouth.

“Ummm…” you started. Hyunjin looked desperate, like he’d fall apart in despair if he didn’t get what he needed in the moment.

“I’m okay with it.” Han whispered with certainty staring at the mess he’d made on you.

“Uh… okay. Hyunjin. It’s okay. You can… lick… yeah.” You weren't really sure what was happening, or why. But you wanted to give Hyunjin what he craved, which seemed to be Han’s cum on your tits. Hyunjin moved like a feline as he crawled his way over to you, and you immediately presented him your chest. You didn’t know what to expect. Would he be greedy and hurried? Or would he be slow and deliberate?

The dancer sat beside you and slowly brought his face close to your breast. You could feel his breath on you and it sent shivers through your body. He parted his luscious pouty lips and slid that obnoxious fucking tongue out of his mouth and leaned in to delicately lick the cum on the top of your beast.

Hyunjin paused after the first lick and closed his eyes as though savouring, no, remembering, the taste. He sighed and opened his eyes. Then he slowly started to lap up the cum. He looked like he was losing himself to to moment, and it seemed that the fact that the cum was on you wasn’t what was important. It could have been on the floor and he’d still be lapping it up.

You felt an urge to put your arm around the back of Hyunjin’s head and gently hold him against you. But you weren't sure if you should. You looked up to Han for guidance but he was fixated on Hyunjin. It was almost like he was looking at him endearingly, but with lust in his eyes.

You decided to go with your instinct to hold Hyunjin, and carefully wrapped your arm around to hold the back of his head. He gradually made his way up your neck. He was so close to you, he smelled like roses and chocolate, like Turkish delight. Hyunjin had cleaned all of Han’s cum off your breasts and neck, and all that was left was your jawline. He kept his eyes downcast as he brought his sweet lips close to your skin. You could feel his breath on you, as he ever so tenderly licked along your jaw to catch the remainder of cum. You closed your eyes. And then it was over.

Hyunjin abruptly pulled away. “Thank you… but I think I need to…go…um…” He seemed embarrassed about what had just happened. He couldn’t get out of the room fast enough, stumbling a little as he disappeared down the hall.

You and Han sat in silence as you processed what had just happened. “So…” you said as you fumbled for your bra and top. “I wasn’t expecting that, hey?” You looked up to find Han frowning, his expression comparable to a lost boy.

“Baby?” you pushed. Han snapped out of his thoughts and he looked back at you softly. “That was really, really hot, babe” he began.

“But?” You knew he was holding back. “Han, I hope I didn’t do something wrong?”

Han shook his head “Oh babe, no!!!! No. You were perfect as always.” He scratched his head “it’s just… I’ve got something I want to tell you. Can we talk in my room?”

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” Han said sitting cross legged on the bed. You sat in front of him, giving him your undivided attention.

“Babe you can tell me anything.” you reassured him, but inside you were panicking. What could be possibly need to tell you?

He took a deep breath and then let out a long sigh. “Ok… so before we met… there’s been times when I’d feel… lonely…” he paused trying to find the courage to continue. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously and kept his gaze downcast as he eventually continued. “Well… sometimes Hyunjin… he’d” Han sighed again and started blinking back tears.

“Hey…” you took his hands in yours and stroked them reassuringly. “Sometimes he’d give me blow jobs.” Han bravely lifted his gaze to meet yours. “Are you angry?”.

You let out a sigh. You didn’t know you were holding your breath. “I’m not angry. I’m glad you had someone to comfort you.” You were surprised, but at the same time not surprised.

“There’s more.”

You swallowed. More?

“One time when you and me couldn’t have our video call…oh fuck, please don’t hate me…” Han started to look visibly panicked. His breathing started to become laboured and tears he’d been holding back sprung free from his eyes.

“Han… please. Please calm down. Just breathe, okay." What could he possibly need to say to be causing him so much distress? Although, you thought you knew what he was about to say.

“Hyunjin asked if I needed anything… any comfort. He knew I missed you and he thought that it could help. He told me to imagine it was you sucking me off. Even told me to play that video I took of you through my headphones. I felt so bad afterwards.” He cried.

Wow! You took a few moments to process what he just told you. How were you supposed to feel?

Han sobbed openly now, wailing and apologising. You watched the man in front of you. How could you be angry with him? Was it wrong to not be angry? Was there something wrong with you for not being angry? All you wanted was for Han to feel happy, accepted and loved. And if Hyunjin had helped, could help, then you couldn’t be angry.

“Say something Soph! Anything!” He wailed. Your poor Han. You threw your arms around him. You could process this properly later.

“Babe! Han. I’m not angry.” Han leaned back to look at you, searching your face for any trace that you were lying. His cheeks were puffy and wet, his eyes red.

“I mean it. I’m not angry. But… please don’t be scared to tell me things. I want to know all of it. Okay?” You kissed him softly. He nodded and allowed you to hold him.

“Is everything okay?” Hyunjin was in the doorway. In fresh clothes. “Fuck! Han? Are you okay, man?” he strode into the room and sat himself next to Han and wrapped an arm around him. Han just sat sniffling, looking down at the blue bedspread.

“Is this about before? I’m sorr… it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have… you know… out there?”

Han shook his head. “It’s not that…” he looked up at Hyunjin “I told her about… you know… how you help me.” Hyunjin’s eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. His eyes flickered to yours and he looked down, swallowing hard.

“Oh.” He finally managed to say.

The awkwardness was thick. No one knew where to go from here. But you had questions.

“So,” you said finally. “I just need to get everything straight in my head.” You exhaled to prepare yourself. “Do you have feelings for each other?” You asked looking from Han to Hyunjin. “Hyunjin, how do you feel about all this… situation… with me and Han? You don’t hate me for being with Han do you?” You didn’t want to come between them, but what if Hyunjin had romantic feelings for your boyfriend?

Hyunjin chuckled lightly. “I help all the guys out when they need it. It’s part of how I support them.” He smiled. A pure, happy, honest smile.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, okay.” you answered dumbfounded, letting that sink in too.

Hyunjin leaned in towards you and smiled. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to steal your boyfriend.” He looked back at Han. “But I enjoy satisfying him.”

Your mouth fell open, and something stirred inside of you. You were fucking turned on by Hyunjin’s words, and the images that came to mind surprised you.

Images of Hyunjin taking Han’s pretty cock in his mouth. Han tangling his fingers in Hyunjin’s hair while he slides his mouth down Han’s length. Hyunjin swallowing every last drop of Han’s cum. Han and Hyunjin kissing. Hyunjin spanking Han. Han and Hyunjin fucking.

You shook your head and squeezed you eyes tight. Why were you so turned on and not jealous?

You looked at the two young men in front of you, and considered whether to ask the next question you had on your mind. They both looked back at you expectantly, waiting to see how you felt about the bombshell they just dropped.

“Well… I have one more question.” Now you were staring at the bedspread, too afraid to look at them as you asked your question. “Did you both like what happened earlier in the living room.” You bit your lip and stole a glance at the men, before returning your gaze to the mattress. “Because I did.” You added. You felt like your heartbeat filled the room it was so loud, and you knew your cheeks were burning red. You hoped that Han wouldn’t be upset.

“I liked it too.” Whispered Han. He reached out and touched your leg, and you looked up at him hopefully.

“Well… I liked it too.” Added Hyunjin. “It was fun watching Han get laid.” And he playfully punched Han in the arm.

But Han didn’t even register. His eyes were firmly on yours. He wanted to say something. And it was clear from his expression that he was mustering the courage to ask.

“What is it baby?” you whispered.

“Would you be open to…maybe having Hyunjin here… just once?”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Hyunjin out of the corner of your eye. Were you open to having Hyunjin with you? Just once? Actually, you couldn’t think of anything more perfect.

“Baby, you still haven’t come yet. Can I please take care of you?” Han begged as he shuffled down the bed.

After your discussion on having Hyunjin join you “just once”, Hyunjin talked a little more about the dynamic and role he played in the band. He seemed to be a giver of love and he felt nothing but happiness when he saw his brothers happy. And for him the best way to support them was through physical comfort.

Somehow, during your conversation, Hyunjin decided he wanted to watch Han and you “make out” while he laid close to your side. And fuck did he watch? He didn’t take those curious, seductive eyes off of the pair of you. His expression flicking from pained, to soft, to turned on, all in a matter of seconds. It was like he was taking it all in, everything Han and you were doing, so that he could somehow use the information for later use.

Next thing you knew you were all naked and Han was between your legs eating you out whilst Hyunjin remained laying next to you, just gazing at your face, absorbing all the micro-expressions you made as Han pleasured you.

Hyunjin?” You whispered. “Don’t you think Han has the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen?”

“He does. It is the prettiest in the whole world.” He whispered back, like you were sharing a secret that no one else should know. Han whined from between your legs.

“Ahhh fuck baby that feels…. God. Han. Please. I need you inside me. I need that pretty cock inside me!” You cried.

Han knelt up and lined himself up with your entrance, and you gasped when he sunk himself into you in one swift thrust. It always felt so right with him inside you. You threw your head back relishing the stretch when your bodies connected. Han was your absolute everything. All you wanted was to please him.

Hyunjin’s attention turned to Han fucking you and he edged his way down the bed to get a closer look.

“Fuck, Han.” he sighed looking down at his cock pushing in and out of you. “She takes you so well. You really know how to fuck her good, bro.” Hyunjin bit his delicious lips, eyes fixated on watching the cock that was disappearing into your pussy. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced up at you to see your reaction to each thrust. “

She’s so perfect on my cock.” Han panted looking up and smiling at you. Your heart melted. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the feeling of Han’s movements.

“Han, baby.” You panted.

“Mmmhhm” he purred. You opened your eyes again. “I want you to Dom me and Hyunjin.”

Han did his classic wide eyed look of surprise and Hyunjin’s expression was one of confusion like he’d misheard you.

“I don’t know if I know how to Dom?” He responded shyly.

Hyunjin smirked “Bro! You have two people here who want to please you and do anything you say… I have faith in you!” He declared. Han looked at you.

You nodded. “Yeah. Boss us around babe!” you said and batted your eyelids mischievously.

“Okay…” Han paused to think. “Hyunjin. I need you to kiss her.. use that fucking tongue of yours.” He panted.

Hyunjin licked his lip, his expression showed that he got exactly what he wanted. He laid alongside you again and cupped your face and connected his lips with yours.

He kissed you tentatively at first, testing the waters, learning the landscape of your lips. Slowly he parted them with a nudge of his tongue and then slipped it into your mouth. Hwang Hyunjin was made for kissing. It was like he could draw so much information from you just by kissing you. His tongue danced with yours tenderly. Your head sunk back into the pillow and Hyunjin followed, still attached to your lips. Han’s rhythm matched the intensity of Hyunjin’s kisses. Tender, slow, rhythmical.

“Now I need you to touch her tits… suck them. She loves that.” Han instructed. Hyunjin took his attention to your breasts, latching on to a nipple while slowly massaging and squeezing the other. You cried out at how good it felt. Han’s hands explored your hips, your thighs, your ass. You started to writhe on the bed. Having four hands all over you was overwhelming in the most blissful way.

The two men were being so delicate and slow, but you couldn’t wait for Han to give more instructions. You could sense Hyunjin was getting needy too. He was whimpering and squeezing his eyes closed, furrowing his brow as he tried to hold back the pace. Han knew how to make you squirm, and it seemed he knew what made Hyunjin needy.

You gripped one hand around Hyunjin’s neck, the other around Han’s ass so you could grind you hips up against him.

“You wanna come do you baby?” Han asked.

“Fuck… yes please.”

“Hyunjin, touch her clit for me.” Hyunjin reached down between your legs to find your clit. The intensity of the sudden pressure shot jolts of electricity through your body. You hadn’t realised how much tension you already had in your core, and were on the brink of an orgasm.

Your moans got louder, but you didn’t care. You needed the release.

“Do you need me to fuck you harder?” Han teased. He knew you'd been dying for a hard fuck for hours. “Okay baby, I need you to come on my cock for me while Hyunjin gives your clit attention okay… and Hyunjin don’t stop till I tell you.” Hyunjin nodded. “And Hyunjin,… kiss me.” He added. “And baby… grab Hyunjin’s cock”.

Holy shit. You almost came on the spot. Han looked and sounded so hot directing you and Hyunjin like that. And so confidently too. It was cute how sometimes he’d be so shy to bring up something sexual, and other times he was fucking bold.

Within moments you were all entwined and connected. Han was rolling his hips into you at a steady but forceful pace. Hyunjin held his fingers to Han’s mouth and Han sucked his fingers, then he brought them down to your clit, pressing circles against it. Han wrapped an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulder and brought him in close.

Their eyes locked and Han swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Hyunjin closed the space and caught Han in a messy kiss. It was different to how Hyunjin kissed you. Hyunjin already knew Han’s lips and mouth so well.

For a moment you thought Han had forgotten about you, lost in the spell of Hyunjin. “Don’t stop touching her clit, okay” he whispered gently between kisses. “Take his cock babe.” He added. You licked your hand and grasped Hyunjin’s cock. He let out a shudder. His dick was already beginning to leak. You smeared the pre-cum around to help your hand slide up and down easier, and he moaned as you began to pump him.

Hyunjin gently tugged at Han directing him to come lay on top of you, as Hyunjin moved to lay back down by your side. Han kissed you as Hyunjin nibbled your ear, his hot wet breath felt delicious against your skin. Then he’d nibble Han’s ear. Somehow, Hyunjin still had his fingers on your clit, trapped between yours and Han’s body.

Your hand continued pumping Hyunjin’s cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his high building. You tangled your hands in Han’s hair as he continued to bury his cock in your. You wrapped your legs around his waist to hold him as close as possible, making Hyunjin’s fingers push hard in to your clit. The kisses started to become frantic. The three of you kissing each other messily, like feral animals, lost in pleasure.

“Own her Han.” Hyunjin encouraged. That tipped your over the edge and felt like liquid as you melted and pulsed around Han’s cock, sending ripples through your body.

Han came next his face contorted and strained. painting your insides just the way you like and then slumped down on you. You could tell his orgasm was intense not just physically, but emotionally too. It’d been a big afternoon for him.

Hyunjin was close too and it only took another moment before he was pulsing ropes of cum on your hand and Han’s side. It took you a while to recover, and eventually Hyunjin got up to get aftercare supplies.

“Han, baby?” you purred. He nuzzled in close to your neck. “You were perfect.”

“Baby. You are perfect.” He whispered. It seemed to be what you always told each other after sex.

“Should we let Hyunjin stay for cuddles?” You asked squeezing Han tight.

“I’d like that. I want him to spoon you.” He giggled and he closed his eyes. Hyunjin stayed for a while, curled up by your side, an arm draped over you to caress Han’s shoulder.

Han fucking Jisung. You didn’t expect this was going to happen when you came home to see him. You smiled to yourself and drifted off to sleep between the two men.

A/N This is a rework of one my very first fics from about a year ago. So it might be familiar to some. If it's your first time reading it I hope you enjoyed x. Sorsha.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @itshannjisung @noellllslut @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @queen-in-the-shadows @wolfennracha @bethanysnow @hanjisunglover

#han jisung smut #hyunjin smut #skz smut #han jisung x reader #sorshas fic

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yyunari · 9 months

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🩰 the way things go ! — Park Sunghoon

SYNOPSIS. Being apart of Sono Ballet’s company dancers, it was only given that Y/N L/N would hate her university’s figure skating club (even if she didn’t know why). After all, the schools have had a rivalry since the beginning. However once Y/N sees the new guy on the team, Park Sunghoon, she wonders if that is what love felt like. As a result she finds herself begging to be learn figure skating from Sunghoon just to be able to spend time with him. The only problem? The rivalry between the two teams complicated matters. But that’s just the way things go.

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`❕` send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist ! (no permanent taglist tags on this one so it’s a new taglist !!)

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` ` PAIRING. Figure skater! Park Sunghoon x Ballet Dancer! Y/N

` ` ᕱ`🤍`ᕱ WARNINGS. cursing, fighting(?) not rly tbh LOL, maybe some kms kys jokes

` ` 𓈀 `✉` ... FEATURING. ENHYPEN, YEOJIN, KAZUHA, JISUNG, HUENINGKAI, WINTER, RICKY, GAEUL, CICI ( @muhwaa ) and KAYLA ( @haknom )

` ` ↷`☁️` inspired by ‘lord of the rink’ from sofia the first

＃🩰﹕ꕤ﹔SONO ; HYBE U FS

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02﹒hubba hubba

03﹒ once upon a dream

04﹒bimbo baddies rule the world

05﹒ how dare u walk next to me !

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more to be added ! chapter titles subject to be changed

TAGLIST. @muhwaa @imhuh @yizhoutv

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lovngyjm · 5 months

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icy - jiminjeong smau

pairing yu jimin x kim minjeong

synopsis Minjeong is a figure skater who has a indescribable hate for hockey players, especially the team captain, Yoo Jimin, that always avoid each other; But they can’t run away from one another anymore after they are forced to share the same rink.

genre smau, enemies to lovers, gxg, hockeyplayer!jimin, figureskater!minjeong

warnings alcohol consuption, to add more

featuring aespa, itzy ryujin, riize wonbin, nct renjun, jisung & jeno, enhypen sunghoon, lesserafim kazuha, chaewon & yunjin

status on going

profiles holy gays (1) & (2) | kwangya skaters | others

chapters

001.

masterlist | pt/br ver.

taglist [open] @thefckghost

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neopuppy · 2 years

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nct hard hours

Jeno+manhandling

Alpha Jeno+Alpha Haechan

Prince Alpha Jeno

Jungwoo+masturbation

Johnny+Jaehyun(dubcon)

Jaemin+throat fucking

Jeno+thigh riding(dubcon)

Jeno+wrong hole(dubcon)

idol Jaemin/idol Jeno

Alpha step brother Jaemin

Tutor Alpha Jaemin

Step-dad Johnny

Jaemin+fisting

Jaemin+just the tip

Yandere stalker ‘boyfriend’ Jeno(dubcon)

Alpha step-dad Johnny

Jeno+painful anal(dubcon)

Omega Jisung

Jaemin+gloryhole

Jeno+masturbation

Jisung+birthday surprise

ghost face Jisung/Jeno(dubcon)

skater boy Jeno+it’s too big(dubcon)

skater boy Jeno pt2(dubcon)

requests are closed💙

#idk how often ill ever do these but enjoy what u got💙#nct hard hours #nct smut #nct dream smut #jeno smut #jungwoo smut #jaemin smut #johnny nct smut #jaehyun smut #haechan smut

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jammingjaem · 4 months

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iced love letters

3. the cute international business major

PAIRING | zhong chenle x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | at ncit, figure skater y/n receives daily letters signed ‘zcl’ from a secret admirer. as she gears up for a crucial showcase, the mystery of ‘zcl’ fuels her determination throughout the semester, leading to an unfolding journey of curiosity and motivation.

GENRE | college student!chenle x ice skater!fem!reader, comedy, fluff

chenle's heart was a hummingbird trapped in a snow globe – frantic, fluttering, and a touch ethereal against the backdrop of winter festivities. he glanced down at the bouquet of roses in his hand, their velvety red petals as vibrant as the blush creeping up his neck. the seoul air, crisp and charged with the anticipation of christmas cheer, was doing him no favors, only fanning the flames of his nervous excitement.

"hey, look at mr. blushy over here," haechan teased, nudging chenle with a mischievous elbow. "butterflies got you dancing in your stomach?"

chenle forced a laugh, feeling his insides liquefy. "just the cold," chenle mumbled, using his rosy cheeks as a camouflage.

his friends knew – oh, how they knew. renjun and jaemin had practically made the whole plan for this entire charade, jeno called it the ‘grand winter showcase confession’. the plan was simple: witness y/n's performances, wait for the post-performance frenzy to calm down, and then, under the twinkling fairy lights, finally confess to ‘the girl of his dreams’ as mark put it.

"she's gonna be amazing, you know," jisung chimed in, his voice tinged with a rare touch of sentimentality. "i heard from jake that she and sunghoon has been practicing for weeks."

and obviously? chenle knew. he'd spent countless evenings with y/n during the whole finals week, and he is glad that it’s over with— finals, he means. he had been a supportive friend for her when her own friends were busy, but in reality, he had been a lovesick fool, thanks to sunghoon telling jisung to help y/n that one day.

anticipation thrummed as he clutched a gift bag – six months of admiration crafted into love letters.

across the rink, amidst a swirl of excited chatter, chenle spotted y/n's friends – ahn yujin, lee chaeryoung, and park sieun. chaeryoung, caught his gaze and winked. "so, mr. secret admirer," she quipped, a knowing glint in her eyes, "finally ready to tell y/n who you really are?"

yujin nudged her. "she totally likes you, chenle. if she finds out zcl is you, she’ll be glad it’s you and not some weirdo."

the performance unfolded like a dream on ice. y/n danced with fluidity, her movements were light and graceful. chenle watched, mesmerized, his fingers itched to reach out, to trace the path of her blade against the glistening surface, to see how she can move on ice like that so smoothly.

three hours later, the rink erupted in thunderous applause. families swarmed the ice, bouquets and congratulations blooming like winter roses. chenle's friends, true to their plan, orchestrated a strategic retreat, leaving him face-to-face with y/n and her friends.

"chenle!" y/n exclaimed, her face flushed with excitement and the exertion of performance. "i'm so glad you came! how did you like it?"

his tongue, usually quick with wit, felt like a lump of frozen honey. "it was… it was amazing," he managed, offering her the bouquet with trembling hands. "can i tell you something?"

the girls, sensing the moment's gravity, started to move and stand next to chenle’s friends. chenle felt the weight of their absence, the responsibility of his confession pressing down on him. y/n tilted her head, a curious smile playing on her lips. chenle poured out his heart, revealing six months of admiration. he confessed his vulnerability.

y/n, wide-eyed, accepted the gift bag. she gasped, discovering zcl was chenle. her touch on his face was feather-light. "it was you?" she whispered. chenle nodded. "it was me."

a beat of silence. y/n's smile bloomed, radiant. "chenle, i'm so happy my secret admirer was someone i already knew."

"really?" chenle's voice carried hope. y/n's eyes sparkled. "kind of made sense, you always looked at me," she teased, touching the velvet roses.

chenle grinned, anxiety replaced by laughter. "y/n, would you like to go out with me?"

"of course, chenle," she replied, sealing their newfound connection with shared laughter. "i didn’t think my secret admirer would be the cute international business major?" chenle just rolls his eyes playfully, pulling her into a hug as their friend groups cheer.

y/n now has a lot of love letters, and this time, she’s right next to her boyfriend.

previous | masterlist | bonus

TAGLIST (closed.) | @celestialsluvrs @suzayaaa @yeppietennie @jaeimjaemin @wonkivrse @haechansbbg @rksbae @defzcl @hugs2doie @alethea-moon @ihrtsevyn @222brainrot @onceuponateenagetrash @jakejaehyun @thisisnotjacinta @niinjo @catjunhui @mystverse @multifandomania06 @amoonlght @i6renj @xiumhao

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yournameloveskpop · 3 months

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A Teasing Game

Paring: Lee Know x Reader

Warning: Oral, a lot of teasing, spanking, unprotected, pet names

Summery: y/n has been teasing Minho by flirting with the other members all day. Minho finds it funny but decides to play along

Word Count: 1959

Style: Smut, NSFW, Romance, Friendship

Y/N's playful antics had been the highlight of the day for everyone in Stray Kids, especially for Minho. However, as the day progressed, it was evident that her teasing was not just innocent fun. She had been particularly attentive to the other members, almost deliberately ignoring Minho, who watched the scene unfold with a mix of annoyance and amusement. Also her outfit for the day was quite questionable as she wore a cute crop top along with a short skater skirt.

Earlier in the day, in the dance studio, Y/N had been teasing Chanbin about his new muscular physique. "Wow, Chanbin, have you been lifting more? You look stronger than ever!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with playful admiration.

Chanbin was a bit flustered but pleased, replied with a modest grin, "Thanks, Y/N. Just trying to keep up with the rest of you."

Minho leaned against the wall, watched this exchange with a raised eyebrow. He couldn't help but chuckle at Chanbin's bashful response.

Later, during their break, Y/N was sitting with Felix, discussing their latest comeback. "Your low notes in the new song are just amazing, Felix. They give me chills every time!" she said, her eyes shining with excitement.

Felix's eyes crinkled in a smile as he replied, "Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot coming from you."

Throughout these interactions, Minho's gaze lingered on Y/N, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He found her behavior amusing, yet it was also stirring a challenge within him.

It was in the lounge area where Y/N's teasing reached its peak. She was playfully ruffling Seungmin's hair, calling him an adorable puppy. Seungmin laughed, trying to swat her hand away. "Stop it, Y/N! You're going to mess up my hair," he protested, but his tone was light and playful.

Minho, who was observing from a distance, finally decided it was time to step in. He sauntered over to where Y/N was standing with Seungmin.

"Seems like someone is enjoying the attention a bit too much today," Minho commented, his voice laced with mirth.

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, Minho, are you feeling left out?" she teased, her tone suggestive.

Minho chuckled, "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just enjoying the view. It's not every day I get to see you flit around like a social butterfly."

Their banter continued, each teasing remark from Y/N met with an equally playful response from Minho. The atmosphere was charged with a friendly yet competitive energy, as if they were both engaged in an unspoken game.

As the day wore on, the teasing became more daring. Y/N was now with Jisung, complimenting his recent physical transformation. "Jisung, have you been working out more? Your arms look so strong!" she exclaimed, pressing against his forearm to feel the muscle.

Jisung was a bit embarrassed but clearly enjoying the attention, replied, "Uh, yeah, I guess I've been hitting the gym a bit harder."

It was at this moment that Minho decided to escalate their playful game. He strode over to Y/N and Jisung, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Without warning, Minho scooped Y/N up over his shoulder, eliciting a surprised yelp from her and a stunned expression from Jisung.

"What the—Minho!" Y/N exclaimed, half-laughing, half-protesting.

Minho, carrying her effortlessly, replied with a smirk, "I think it's time for a little change of scenery, don't you?"

As he headed towards his bedroom, the others watched in amusement and surprise. Jisung, still in a daze, muttered, "Did that just really happen?"

Inside the bedroom, Minho gently set Y/N down, his expression turning more serious but still playful. "So, you think you can just tease me all day and get away with it?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Y/N, still catching her breath from the laughter, replied with a grin, "Maybe I do. What are you going to do about it, Minho?"

He leaned closer, their faces just inches apart. "Oh, I have a few ideas," he whispered, his eyes locked with hers.

At that moment, the air between them was electric with anticipation, the playful tension reaching its peak. Both knew this was just the beginning of their playful showdown, and neither was willing to back down just yet.

Minho’s voice, laced with a mischievous tone, broke the silence. “This calls for a punishment, don’t you think?” he said, his words hanging in the air, heavy with implication.

Y/N, her heart racing with a mix of apprehension and excitement, could only nod in response. Without waiting for her verbal consent, Minho’s strong hands gripped her shoulders, guiding her towards the bed. Gently but firmly, he pushed her face first onto the soft mattress.

The room was filled with a mix of tension and anticipation. Minho’s fingers traced the hem of her skirt, slowly lifting it, revealing more of her. With a swift motion, he delivered a sharp smack to her bottom. The sound echoed in the room, followed by Y/N’s surprised yelp, a sound that betrayed her enjoyment.

Minho paused, admiring the mild handprint he had left. His fingers gently rubbed the reddened area, soothing it before delivering another smack. This time, Y/N’s response was a soft whimper, a sound that seemed to please Minho.

“You’ve been a naughty kitten all day,” he whispered close to her ear, his voice a mix of reprimand and desire. “So this is going to be a long punishment.”

Y/N’s breath hitched at his words. The anticipation was almost as intense as the physical sensations. Minho’s hands moved with purpose, sliding off her lingerie with practiced ease. Meanwhile, he shed his own clothes, only sliding his pants and boxers down.

Bending over her, Minho’s breath was hot against the skin of her neck. “Remember, you’re not allowed to finish until I say so,” he commanded, his voice firm yet seductive.

He then shifted his attention to her thighs, kissing the red mark he had left earlier before moving to more sensitive areas. Y/N, overwhelmed by the sensations, instinctively rolled her hips upwards, a mewl escaping her lips. But Minho was in control, his hands holding her firmly in place.

“Stay still, be my good kitten, or the punishment will only get longer,” he ordered, his tone both threatening and teasing.

Y/N whimpered in response, her body trembling with the effort of staying still under his expert touch. Just as she felt herself nearing the edge, Minho pulled away, his lips glossy and his eyes filled with a playful glint.

“You almost finished without permission, didn’t you? You’re quite the feisty kitten today,” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement and desire.

Slowly, he positioned himself, easing in with a controlled rhythm that had Y/N gasping for breath. He leaned over her, one hand gripping her hip firmly, the other exploring her body, heightening her arousal with every touch.

“If you want me to go faster, you’ll have to beg for it,” he challenged.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the soft rustling of sheets, and the increasingly desperate pleas from Y/N. “Minho, please… faster,” she begged, her voice breaking with need.

He complied, but only slightly, increasing his pace in a torturously slow manner. “Promise me you won’t tease me like this again,” he demanded, his voice a mix of sternness and arousal.

Y/N couldn’t form words, her response a soft cry of frustration. Minho, feigning exasperation, rolled his eyes playfully. Adjusting their positions, he pulled her up against him, repeating his demand.

Finally, Y/N managed to speak. “I promise,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. “Please, Minho, faster.”

Unable to resist her pleas any longer, Minho surrendered to his own desires. His movements became faster, more urgent. Their breathing grew heavier, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion, the soft moans, and desperate pleas from Y/N blending with Minho’s low growls of pleasure. They were both close to the edge, teetering on the brink of release.

“Now, you can let go, cum for me kitten!” Minho finally granted permission, his voice rough with his own restraint.

Y/N cried out his name as she reached her climax, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. Moments later, Minho followed, his movements becoming erratic before he too reached his peak, pausing as he let out a soft, low growl of satisfaction.

Their movements slowed, riding out the remnants of their high in a series of gentle, languid motions. Eventually, they both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and satiated. Y/N curled up against Minho, her legs weak, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of their intense encounter.

In the quiet aftermath, their breaths slowly returning to normal, they lay together in a tangled heap of limbs and sheets, the room filled with a sense of deep, contented silence.

In the Stray Kids’ living room, the tension was palpable as the members sat together, trying to focus on the TV show playing in front of them. Jisung, still blushing from the compliment Y/N had given him about his arms, was visibly more flustered, especially considering the muffled sounds coming from Minho’s room. The walls of their dorm weren’t exactly soundproof, and it was hard for anyone to ignore what was happening.

“So, does this mean I won’t get any more compliments about my workouts?” Jisung asked the group, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Bangchan, sitting comfortably on the couch with a remote in hand, chuckled. “Don’t worry, Jisung. You’ll still get compliments, but maybe not in the flirtatious way Y/N was dishing them out today,” he said, his laughter lightening the mood a bit.

Seungmin joined in, his tone playful yet curious. “Speaking of flirtations, did you guys notice how Y/N was with everyone today? Calling me a cute puppy, commenting on Felix’s low voice in our latest comeback… And now, the sounds from Minho’s room. She’s definitely stirring things up.”

Felix, with a smirk, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it’s like she’s on a mission to get reactions out of us. Well, it seems she got a pretty big one from Minho.”

Jeongin, who had been scrolling through his phone, looked up and added, “It’s kind of funny, though. Y/N has this way of making each of us feel special. But with Minho, it’s like she’s playing a whole different game.”

Their conversation was a mix of playful teasing and genuine curiosity about Y/N’s intentions. Each member recounted how Y/N had interacted with them throughout the day, highlighting her charm and the ease with which she navigated their personalities.

Meanwhile, in Minho’s bedroom, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the lighthearted banter in the living room. Minho, his eyes reflecting a mix of affection and seriousness, pulled Y/N into his arms. “Did you get the reaction you wanted?” he asked, his voice teasing yet tender as he kissed her forehead.

Y/N, looking up at him with a soft smile, replied, “It was better than what I wanted.” Her voice held a warmth that spoke volumes of her feelings for him.

Minho’s expression then shifted to a more serious one. “Promise me something,” he said, his gaze locking onto hers. “Promise me you won’t flirt with the guys like that again.”

Her heart swelled at his words, sensing the sincerity and vulnerability behind his request. Leaning in, she kissed his lips gently. “I promise,” she whispered. “I only have eyes for you, Minho, and that’s never going to change.”

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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!!! List #75 prompts #7 and #9 with hyunjin, han AND the reader !! 🤭

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompts: "It's quiet. Too quie-" "HELLO IS ANYONE IN HERE?!"

"Great, guys. Real discreet."

Members: Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung

Relationship: Figure Skater!FemReader x Hockey Players!HyunSung

Genre: Fluff

"Remember, I'm only doing this because we have a mutual enemy."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, and not for the first time, you think he might be the sassiest bitch you've ever met.

"Yeah, yeah. We get it, Ice Queen. Now will you focus please?"

You huff a breath and adjust your position, stretching as tall as you can to try and reach the window above your head.

Beneath you, Jisung huffs out a choked sounding breath, and you feel him shift, trying to keep you both steady.

"Fuck, I don't know how much longer I can hold you up like this. Hurry up up there!"

You scoff. "Aren't hockey players supposed to be buff or some shit?"

Jisung doesn't answer, grunting in effort as you wobble slightly in your position on his shoulders.

You can't help the smirk that crosses your lips as you fingers finally find the latch, and you push open the window with a triumphant little squeal.

"Got it."

You can practically feel Jisung sigh beneath you in relief.

Hyunjin does a slow, sarcastic clap. "Awesome. Now hurry up and get your ass inside."

"You know-" You retort, shifting upward on Jisung's shoulders once again, enough that you can pull yourself up and halfway over the open window ledge, looking back at the two boys on the ground. "-for someone who is relying on me for this whole plan to work, you'd think you'd be a little nicer."

Hyunjin flips you off, and you bite back a smug grin as they disappear from view, dropping down into the quiet, dark room on the other side of the window.

Crouching for a moment, making sure you can't hear anything besides your quiet breathing, you stand up and, brushing your clothes off, head in the direction of the front entrance, making quick work of the lock when you get there.

Moments later, Jisung and Hyunjin burst through the now open door, duffle bags slung over their shoulders.

They brush past you without so much as a word.

"You're welcome." You mutter sourly under your breath, as you follow them down the long, deserted hallway and toward the ice rink.

Pushing open the door that leads to the ice, Hyunjin pauses, glancing around the empty seats of the rink with narrowed eyes.

"It's quiet. Too quie-"

He's cut off by Jisung stepping boldly onto the ice, cupping his hands around his mouth as he turns in a full, slow circle, calling out loudly, "HELLO?? IS ANYONE IN HERE?!"

You roll your eyes as Hyunjin sighs and rubs at his face with the palm of his hand, Jisung turning back to give you both a triumphant grin as he shrugs.

"See? Totally empty. We're good."

"Oh my god." You huff out, stepping onto the ice to join him, as he slings his duffle bag down and unzips it, noisily rifling through the contents. "Let's just get this over with."

Jisung glances up from where he's crouched, eyes gleaming wickedly. "Don't tell me the Ice Queen has never done anything illegal before?"

You open your mouth to retort, but Hyunjin beats you to the punch, setting his own bag of supplies down next to his buddy as he gives you a narrow eyed glare.

"Of course she hasn't. What about "Little Miss valedictorian stick up her ass daddy's little girl figure skater" screams 'break the law' to you, Sung?"

You glare at him, hoping you can set him on fire with your eyes, and he gives you one last glower in return before crouching down to help Jisung finish pulling out the supplies.

"For your information-" You start, hands on your hips, eyes burning holes into their skulls. "-I've done plenty of illegal things."

"Oh yeah?" Jisung's eyes light up with interest. "Like what?"

Hyunjin tosses you a can of spray paint, and you narrowly avoid dropping it onto the ice at your feet.

"Well, like-" You retort sharply, words drying up as Hyunjin stands and levels you with a knowing look. You humph and turn away from them, muttering under your breath, "-lots of things that aren't your business."

Jisung stands, straightening and stretching, and steps to the center of the ice, wielding a can of spray paint in each hand, a wicked look in his eyes as he grins over at the two of you.

"All right then. Show us what you got."

He marks a bold, black line of paint down the center of the ice rink.

You watch as Hyunjin does a cross line with his bright red paint, and then you step up beside them, hesitantly making a long, sweeping mark of blue paint parallel to Jisung's.

You have to admit, it's kind of freeing in a way.

"That's it, babe. Just like that. Fun, huh?"

Jisung elbows you in some sort of comradery, and you almost smile, before you bite back the knee jerk reaction and glare at him.

Hyunjin finishes his first can of paint and tosses it back into one of the empty bags, fishing out another and tossing a second one to Jisung, who catches it easily.

You all work in silence for a little while, the only sound your shoes squeaking on the ice, the paint leaving the cans, and Jisung humming a stupid little ditty beneath his breath, and eventually, when the cans are all empty, you step back and admire your work.

You have to hand it to you, it's pretty well done.

You've managed to paint your school's mascot onto the rival college's ice rink, complete with some messy line work around it, and it's not half bad. It'll definitely get the message across.

Jisung comes to stand beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulders, and you don't immediately shrug him off, but you don't know why.

"Nice." He remarks, whistling under his breath.

Hyunjin approaches you both, throwing the last empty cans into the bags before zipping them, and glances up at Jisung.

"Did you put in the secret message?"

Jisung grins with an arch of his brow. "Of course I fucking did."

"Secret message-?" You start to ask, not really sure if you want to know, and then you see it, right in the middle of the crudely drawn mascot.

A penis and a 'fuck you' scrawled in Jisung's sloping handwriting.

You roll your eyes even as the man beside you snickers.

"Great, guys. Real discreet." You mutter, shaking Jisung's lingering arm off you before you stalk toward the edge of the ice, ready to put this whole night behind you.

Honestly, why you even agreed to help two dumbass hockey players in the first place, you'll never know.

Some shitty saying about an 'enemy's enemy' or some other bullshit.

You head for the front door you'd left unlocked, not even bothering to see if the two guys are following behind you, not really caring if they get locked in here honestly, and push out into the cold, middle of the night air.

It feels good, invigorating, in your lungs, and you're reminded of the first time you ever skated, back home on your parent's small, iced over pond.

You'd skated for the joy of it all back then, and you still do, but now, things are heavier, more time consuming, and there's always more pressure.

Part of growing up you guess.

Jisung catches up to you at the bottom of the sidewalk, jogging to reach your side, duffel bag slung back over his shoulder, the empty cans bouncing noisily as he runs.

"Hey, Ice Queen. Wait up!"

You don't look at him as you pull out your phone and check the time.

Fucking 2 AM. God, you're going to regret this tomorrow.

Jisung pulls you to a stop, turning you to face him, and you glare him down.

"What?" You snap, wrenching your arm from his grip, ignoring the warmth of his fingers through your long sleeved shirt. "Why are you still following me? Don't you have stupid hockey things to do?"

You glance over his shoulder, but you don't see Hyunjin.

Jisung ignores your jab, cocking his head as he stares at you, something unreadable coming across his dark eyes that only serves to annoy you more.

"Seriously, dude, can we fucking not-" You start to say, and Jisung interrupts you before you can get the rest of the sentence out.

"Do you want to skate?"

You stare at him, not quite comprehending where he's going with this.

"What?"

"Skate. You know. The thing you seem to love so much?" Jisung mimes a triple toe right there on the sidewalk, and you almost laugh.

"I skate every day." You offer back, glancing over your shoulder, not really sure what he's getting at. "Every day after class at practice and then I-"

Jisung is shaking his head, and Hyunjin appears behind him now, his own duffle bag held in his hands.

"No, not for anyone else. Not for practice. I mean-" He glances over at Hyunjin who arches his brow and then back to you. "-do you want to skate? Right now? For you?"

You narrow your eyes in suspicion, but you have to admit, you're a little bit intrigued.

"What do you mean?"

Hyunjin holds up a set of keys between his fingers and gives you the first smile you've seen all night.

"C'mon, Ice Queen. Live a little. Let's go to the rink."

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Jisung lets out a loud whoop from the ice, skating around in circles almost lazily, his head tilted back to the ceiling.

"I cannot believe we fucking did that!" He crows, making a figure eight as he skates backward along one of the walls.

You glance up from the bench where you're tightening your skates and roll your eyes at his antics, and you'll never admit it because it would kill you, but it's hot to watch him easily fly around the rink, as if he was born for it.

Hyunjin heaves himself up from the bench beside you with a grunt and picks up a stick before he calls out to Jisung, "Sung, heads up!"

Tossing the stick, Jisung catches it easily, pushing around a puck on the ice as Hyunjin skates over to join him, setting up a mock little scrimmage between the two of them at the far end of the rink.

You take the guards off your skates slowly, one by one, and then stand, stretching out your muscles for a moment before you step onto the shiny, smooth surface of the rink, the ice crisp beneath your blades.

It's like breathing, or riding a bike. Muscle memory immediately kicks in as you push off and begin doing slow, languid laps around the outside of the rink, easily dodging the hockey players and their errant puck.

You close your eyes as you loop back to the center of the rink and drop into a low spin, your arms tucked, your skates carving into the ice as you go round and round and round.

You come out of it perfectly, and immediately move in to a triple axel, and it feels good, to just skate in the quiet for once and let all your thoughts go silent.

You haven't done it in awhile, and you forgot how much you missed it.

You come out of the second loop and skate a figure eight, navigating backward around the rink for a moment before you slide to a stop, catching your breath.

You realize the boys' whoops and ribbing from before has died down, and the rink is quiet.

Glancing over, you see the two of them watching you from beside the net, Jisung leaning against the frame, clearly checking you out, boldly looking you up and down, and Hyunjin trying to be a little more discreet about it, playing with the puck at his feet as he flicks his gaze up and down to you.

"What?" You ask, and you feel lighter than earlier on in the night. You shrug and do a little spin, laughing. "Never seen a figure skater before, hockey boys?"

You're still spinning, when arms grab you around the waist and pull you into a broad chest, forcing you to a stop and making you give a little shriek of surprise.

It's Jisung, looking down at you with wide dark eyes and a stupid grin on his face, and your heart does a weird little skip in your chest.

"Not one as pretty as you, Ice Queen. That's for sure."

You can feel the heat pooling in your cheeks at his words, and you break from his grasp, skating backward away from him, even as he advances toward you, something wicked flashing in his eyes at your teasing.

"I'll make you a bet." You say, just because you can, and Jisung arches a brow in interest, still slowly skating toward you.

"I'll take it."

Your back hits the plastic of the side wall, and you huff out a breath, as Jisung cages you in, arms going on either side of you, staring down at you with something unreadable on his features.

"You don't even know what it is." You protest, voice coming out more breathless than you would have liked.

"I don't have to." He smirks, reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair between his fingers. "Not when it comes to you."

You clear your throat and will your heart to stop pounding in your chest.

"You both learn a spin, and I'll let you teach me something hockey related."

Jisung grins, all wide and heart shaped. "Deal."

You skate back to the center of the rink, Jisung on your heels, and Hyunjin approaches, skating smaller and smaller circles until he comes to a stop in front of the two of you.

He arches a brow. "Well? Are you gonna show us or what?"

You roll your eyes, and drop into the easiest spin you know.

"See?" You straighten back up and put your hands on your hips. "Easy. Try it."

Hyunjin shoots Jisung a look, and the other merely shrugs, before trying to copy your movements.

He falls right on his ass.

You can't help it, you laugh, and he grins up at you from his spot on the ice.

"Coulda swore I had it."

You help him back up, and they both try again, until they've mostly got it right.

You do a little round of applause for them when they both manage it without falling down, and bite back a grin as you regard them.

"I'm impressed, I'll admit it. Didn't think you hockey players had it in you."

"Okay, that's it." Jisung growls playfully, grabbing you and dragging you toward the goal and abandoned sticks as you giggle. "Jinnie, grab a stick. It's our turn now, Ice Queen."

They place you in front of the goal, and Hyunjin offers you his hockey stick, Jisung coming in close behind you and wrapping his arms around you as he shows you where to properly place your hands on the worn, taped surface.

"Like this." His breath is warm on your skin and his voice low in your ear as he guides your fingers a little more to the right. "And then this." He adjusts a knuckle and nods against your shoulder in approval. "You're a natural, babe. A prodigy even."

You snort under your breath, and Hyunjin moves up to shove Jisung aside, taking his place.

"She hasn't even hit anything yet." He mutters under his breath, resting the sharp jut of his chin on your shoulder as he leans forward, and you resist the urge to shiver as his warm breath washes across the shell of your ear. "Okay, ready?"

You nod, trying hard to focus, and let Hyunjin guide the stick along the ice, tapping the puck in the direction of the waiting goal.

It barely touches the net, not enough force behind your hesitant first swing, but Jisung makes adoring crowd noises anyway and claps for you regardless, making you bite back another smile.

"And the crowd goes wild! Ice Queen! Ice Queen! Ice Queen!"

"You're not so bad, you know that, Ice Queen?" Hyunjin murmurs beneath the sound of Jisung's cheering for only you to hear, and you get the weird suspicion that he's not talking about hockey anymore.

It does something strange to the rhythm of your heart in your chest.

You all play around like that for a little longer, the boys helping you hit a few more pucks into the net, you teasing them about their spin formations, but eventually, you gather up your shit, take off your skates, and head for home.

Jisung is locking up the door of the ice rink behind you when Hyunjin steps to your side, glancing at you sidelong as he adjusts the strap of the duffle bag hanging from his shoulder.

"Wanna know something?"

You huff a little snort beneath your breath. "Not really."

Hyunjin gives you an amused look, and you have to force your breathing to remain even as his plush lips-have they always been that pink?-pull upward into the hint of smirk.

He gestures over his shoulder with his chin toward Jisung, who is swearing as he searches for the keys he dropped on the ground by his feet.

"He's been in love with you for like fucking forever."

You stare at him, jaw slack, and then swallow, clearing your throat.

Hyunjin shrugs, hands in his pockets, not looking at you, as he stares off into the dark night sky.

"Yeah. I told him it was a fucking pipe dream to get you to notice him, but the kid's a fucking romantic."

"So tonight-" You start to say, but are interrupted by Jisung appearing at your side, dropping the keys into Hyunjin's bag as he slings an arm around each of your shoulders.

"What're you two lovebirds talking about?" He glances between you and Hyunjin's unreadable expression, amusement glinting in his eyes.

Hyunjin shakes his head, shrugging off his friends arm as he heads toward the parking lot.

"Nothing, man. Absolutely nothing."

You're rooted to the spot for a minute, still mulling over Hyunjin's words, and Jisung whistles long and low beneath his breath, watching his friend disappear on the way to the car.

He turns to you, eyes glinting, and arches a brow.

"He'll never tell you this himself, babe, because manly hockey shit or whatever, but he's down so fucking bad for you."

You gape at him.

Jisung shrugs and starts off down the hill after Hyunjin, calling over his shoulder, "You coming, Ice Queen, or what?"

You shake yourself out of your daze and run after them before they disappear from sight.

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jeongin x reader - "firsts are the worst"

pairings: skater!jeongin x fem!loner!reader

genre: romance, fluff, dash of angst, childhood friends to lovers, highschool!au

warnings: reader is socially anxious, making out, jisung + minho (with his girlfriend) make an appearance

word count: 6.4k

summary: jeongin and you have seen each other almost every day since you were kids. that is, until he made new friends - cooler friends. will the two of you reconcile, or will you spend the rest of the school year hiding out in the toilets?

a/n: the first of the high school sweet hearts series !! this is a wholesome one to start off with but i'm so excited to start working on the rest >:))

masterlist - series masterlist

reblog if you enjoy!

“Y/N! You’re going to be late!”

You make a dash for your backpack in the corner of your room, ramming your shoulder into the doorframe on your way out. It doesn’t hurt, you’ve done it so many times. You take care not to fall down the stairs in your rush and opt to pull your shoes on today - thank god you left the laces tied up.

Your mother waves a lunchbox in your face, “You need to stop doing that, I can’t afford to keep buying you new shoes."

You’re already opening the front door when you snatch it from her, “Just take it out of my allowance.”

“Have a good first day!” she calls out to you, her voice growing quieter as you burst into a run.

“I’ve done it many times before,” you think to yourself, glad that you didn’t have time to say it to her out loud. She’d clip you round the ear for it.

Rounding the corner, you let out a sigh of relief when you see the bus just pulling up to the stop. And Jeongin is there too.

You barrel into him, almost knocking him over in the process as you use him to break your sprint. You were never very good at slowing down, anyway. He’s gotten very good at catching you these past few years, always holding you at arms length by the shoulders.

It’s different this time, though. You only saw him just last night, but today was your first day of your last year of high school. Maybe he had just forgotten over the summer, but this time his hands land firmly on either side of your waist. It feels weird… different, but it does the job. You pull away and try not to think about it.

“Late on the first day?” he tuts at you, taking a step back to let you on the bus first as the doors open.

“Wow, such a gentleman,” you retort, making your way to your favourite seat at the back corner of the bus and waiting for him to sit down next to you before you continue, “At least I wasn’t waiting there for ten minutes like a loser.”

“It was only five today,” he huffs.

“Oh, an improvement from fifteen the other year. It’ll be zero next year,” you grin.

He squints at you, “There is no ‘next year’.”

“Right, so my mother keeps reminding me,” you roll your eyes, watchful of how he opens his mouth, hesitating for a moment to say something, “And you better not start harping on about applying to university, too.”

The rest of the ride is spent in silence. So is the walk into your all too familiar school. It’s not a good silence, but not a bad one either. When you’ve seen someone every day for the past seventeen years, you run out of things to talk about. But you liked the silence, it was comforting. Especially on your first day.

Nothing has changed - the hallways are the same, the people who pass you, your locker code. Hell, you even have the joy of keeping your chemistry teacher from last year. Still, you couldn’t stop your heart from leaping out of your body with every step you took. Your voice cracked when speaking to the teachers, your hands shaky when you received your timetable.

In three years of high school, the only friend you had was Jeongin, and you were lucky enough to be placed in the same classes the entire time. Your luck had to run out at some point, though, and you absolutely dreaded the waiting game you had to play on this day, every year, to find out if you were going to be a loner or not.

“Firsts are the worst,” you sighed, already holding your timetable out to him as you finally retreated from your teachers’ gaze.

He grabbed the sheet of paper from you, holding it next to his as his eyes scanned them. Peering over his shoulder, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. Snatching the two timetables from him, you looked closer as if it would change what you just saw.

“We have no classes together!” you whined, pushing his timetable into his chest.

“Are you really gonna miss me that much?” he laughed, “I see you, like, every day after school anyway.”

“How does this school even have enough people taking media studies for there to be more than one class?” you look up at him with a frown.

“Calm down,” he awkwardly pats your back twice, “It’s not the end of the world.”

“It is!” you pinch your nose bridge between your fingers in a feeble attempt to calm yourself down, “I don’t have friends!”

“Well, maybe you can finally make some.”

“Says you,” you scoff, “you don’t have friends either.”

He purses his lips together, “Well, maybe this will be a learning experience for the both of us.”

So the two of you began your first ever school day apart. You made a point of picking the most isolated seat in every class - usually a table in the back corner. You knew you weren’t going to be able to make any friends, so you thought that keeping to yourself was the best option. You just about manage to make it to lunch without bursting into tears, although you were close several times, but the thought of seeing Jeongin again kept you going.

[You] usual place?

[Jeongin] actually i’m gonna hang out with minho today

[You] minho?? the kid who always wears that old leather jacket

[Jeongin] yes, minho

[You] i wonder how old it is, actually

[You] let me know if it smells

[Jeongin] no smell

[You] how did you even end up hanging out with him

[Jeongin] he sat next to me in maths

[Jeongin] did you not make any friends?

[You] what do you think?

[Jeongin] you’re free to join us

[You] thanks but no thanks

[You] i’ll see you after school

Refusing to wait even a second to read his reply, you dropped your phone into your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Your media teacher kept talking as the bell rung, music to your ears, but you were quick to file out with the rest of your classmates. You felt free as you finally stepped out, merging into the background with every other student in the school that bustled into the corridor.

You quickly put one foot in front of the other. Just like the rare few days where Jeongin had been too sick to come in, you would retreat to the comfort of a bathroom stall to enjoy your lunch. Alone.

The end of the day finally rolled around and you followed the path you had taken after school every day for the past three years. Only someone was missing next to you. His absense weighed down on your shoulders even more when he was nowhere to be found at the bus stop. He was always there before you, always making sure the bus waited for you and scolding you for showing up at the last possible minute. The only reason you were on time today was because you were so eager to see him.

Did he go home sick? Had he finally had enough of you? You quickly propped your backpack up on the brick wall next to you, cursing yourself for ditching your phone underneath all your folders and textbooks. When you finally retrieved it, you weren’t surprised that the only notifications you had were from Jeongin - the ones that you had refused to read earlier.

[Jeongin] oh i think i’ll hang out with him and his friends after

[Jeongin] it’s the first day so we won’t have any homework

[Jeongin] i told my mother, i’ll see you at dinner anyway

It was bound to happen eventually, you thought. He was the more sociable one, always ordering at cafes or speaking to retail employees for you. You sometimes didn’t understand why he always preferred sticking with you instead of making other friends, especially when he did it so easily just today.

The bus journey home was silent, again. But it wasn’t the good silence. You made a mental note to bring earphones tomorrow, in case this happens again. Your mother greets you at the door with a slightly lopsided smile.

“You’re not going round Jeongin’s today?”

“Later. For dinner,” you slip out of your trainers using only your feet, not even sparing your mother a look as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Are you not going to tell me how your first day was?” she prompts, following you around like a lost puppy.

She only pries because she loves you, you know this, but after the day you’ve had, you don’t feel up to talking with her. You want to snap, but it would only result in an argument. You settle for something blunt, but not directed at her, “It was the worst.”

She sighs, “You say that every year.”

“Yeah?” you finally look up at her, away from the selection of snacks lined up in the cupboard, “Well, it was actually the worst. Jeongin and I aren’t in any of the same classes.”

“Oh, are you afraid, sweetheart?” she saunters over to you in an attempt to pull you in for a hug, but she’s done it too many times for you to not successfully sidestep away.

“Afraid? Me?” you scoff, “About what?”

“Well, you’re not going to be spending as much time with him this year… are you worried he’s going to forget about you?”

Not having picked a snack yet, you slam the cupboard door shut, “You forgot to buy poptarts.”

She tried calling out for you, but by the time you had withdrawn to your room and made a point of closing the door with a bang, she gave up. She knew by now not to bother you when you were like this, knowing how you were aware of how childish you were being. At least she gave you that space.

Jeongin’s parents usually made dinner at 6:30pm. It was currently only 3:43pm. You didn’t have any homework to do, meaning the next three hours were about to pass very slowly. Usually, you and Jeongin would help each other out with homework, getting it done much quicker than most, before killing time together. Without him there to make a pillow fort with, to go on a walk with, to watch bad movies with… you finally realised just how lonely you were for the first time. If only you were good at making friends.

You fall backwards onto your bed, staring at the misshaped glow-in-the-dark stars plastered all over your ceiling. You had painted those with Jeongin when you were seven, your father letting the two of you take turns in sitting on his shoulders. Today was the first time in a while you had actually acknowledged they were there, their presence so normal to you that you had taken them for granted.

Jeongin didn’t show up to dinner that night, his mother welcoming you with a sigh, “He texted a couple minutes ago saying he was getting food with some other friends instead - he didn’t tell you?”

You shook your head. You would’ve known if he had messaged you. It’s not like anyone else does, anyway.

“Honestly, he could’ve let me know earlier. Or he could have at least told you,” she continued to berate her son despite the fact that he wasn’t there to listen, “he’s never done something like this before, it’s beyond me.”

The two of you pinkie promised not to talk about it any more, agreeing that it would upset your stomachs too much to enjoy dinner. You ate with her, strangely happy to discuss how ridiculous the price of eggs were these days. You made sure to eat all the eggs on your plate after that.

You would’ve preferred silence, but only the type of silence that could be achieved with Jeongin. Silence on your own was too much - you could hear all of your thoughts. But talking with his mother, helping her clean up, randomly deciding to bake cookies with her after, all of those things would have to suffice for now.

“They just need to cool down now… It’s getting late. Why don’t you go home and pop ‘round tomorrow to pick them up, okay?” she gestured to the tray of cookies on the stove top, the room still warm from all the heat escaping the oven she had opened seconds prior.

“Okay, I’ll be off then,” you announce, not even bothering to slip your trainers on properly as your house was only just around the corner.

[You] where were you today?

[You] your mother wasn’t very impressed lol

When you checked your phone the next morning, you were already at the bus stop. After his flakey behaviour the day before, you realised you might not be able to rely on him to keep the bus waiting for you.

[You] helloooo?

[You] yang

[You] jeong

[You] in

[You] are u sick or something?

As the bus rolled to a stop in front of you, you thought about yesterday morning. Or, rather, all the details you thought you could ignore. It wasn’t just that his hands landed on your waist; you saw how he looked at you differently, his pupils dilating even though he feigned annoyance, his ears growing red at his brazen action, the way his hands hovered close to yours on the bus journey. Maybe he was ignoring you to play hard-to-get.

You struggled to comprehend it. Why was he suddenly acting like that towards you? Sure, everyone thought you were a couple, and the two of you often made jokes about it, but it was never something that you thought was on the cards, not with your childhood best friend.

If his goal was to play hard-to-get, he was certainly doing very badly. Or, very well. You hadn’t heard from him in weeks. Summer turned into autumn turned into winter. He never showed up to the bus stop in the morning or after school, nor did he ever respond to your texts. He was definitely very hard to get a hold of.

Meanwhile, you were resigned to waking up early in order to catch the bus, struggling through your classes and your homework alone, spending lunchtimes in a bathroom stall, and scrolling through your phone for hours on end until it was time for bed. You usually struggled to sleep, the sight of the painted stars above only serving as a reminder of what you were missing.

It was those same painted stars you woke up to in the early evening, completely disoriented as to when and where you were. You could have sworn going to sleep at night, but your phone clock read 6pm. It was still light outside, as well - it was still summer. Your throat and mouth were dry, one of your socks missing in your bed sheets and your eyes puffy from sleep.

Knock knock.

Your head snapped up towards the door, suddenly remembering where you were.

“Honey, you should leave soon if you want to eat dinner at Jeongin’s,” your mother called.

Right, of course you had just fallen asleep. Jeongin would never do something like that, even if he had found other friends. But it felt so real, it even felt like months had gone by in the few hours you had been unconcious.

You remembered what your mother said to you about being afraid, shaking your head in disgust at the thought of her being correct. You had to pretend you were still mad at her for not buying poptarts, after all.

Reluctantly standing up, you felt something roll off the bed with you, landing softly on the floor. It was your fox plushie - Yangie. You weren’t the type of person who collected stuffed toys, but this one was gifted to you by Jeongin for your birthday a couple years ago. He said he bought it because of how much you loved foxes, never questioning why you named it after him, or how you always kept it next to your pillow.

“Tell Jeongin he can come over tomorrow, okay?” she reminded you as you slipped your shoes on, only semi-satisfied with how you readjusted your appearance after your nap, “I’ll be making his favourite.”

“Don’t worry,” you sighed, “at this point, he knows he’s allowed over, anyway,” you reminded her - this had been the routine for nearly the past two decades, after all.

“Oh, and don’t do what you did last time, okay? If you’re going to stay over, at least text me.”

You rolled your eyes at her. Whenever you went around Jeongin’s for dinner, you usually ended up sleeping over. His bed was bigger and comfier, and you had left some of your clothes and duplicate toiletries there. Sure, your house was only around the corner, but you would usually get too lazy, huddled up under his blankets watching a film.

How you two had managed to ignore your feelings for each other for this long was beyond your parents.

“That was one time,” you mumbled under your breath, quickly stepping out an shutting the door behind you before she could respond.

The front door to Jeongin’s house was already unlocked, his mother fully aware that you were coming over.

“Oh, Y/N, we were wondering where you were,” she hears you immediately, scurrying out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl in her hands, quickly placing it on the table, “we were starting to think you weren’t coming.”

You look over at Jeongin, his eyes trained on you as you walk around to your usual spot. You don’t miss the way his lips slowly curl up into a smile and how he pulls the chair out for you. He’s done it plenty of times before, but it feels different today. Like he’s trying a little harder.

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” you chuckled, “my mother had to wake me up.”

“Rough first day?” his mother chuckled, taking her own seat opposite you, “I thought you two might be tired, having to adjust to the school schedule again, so I made hangover soup.”

“We’re not even hungover,” Jeongin pointed out, reaching for the serving spoon anyway, “Y/N, pass me your bowl, I’ll serve you first.”

You noticed how his mother eyed up all of his movements, slowly nodding her head in approval.

“Don’t worry, whenever I experience my first hangover, I’ll come to you,” you joked, exchanging a knowing glance with Jeongin’s father.

He never usually said or did much, and everyone usually forgot he was there, but he was cool. He was the one who bought the two of you alcohol as a reward for making it through the semester, and always gave you a lift home if you missed your bus - which happened a lot. And he never told your parents.

“So, Innie, are you going to take Y/N with you tonight?” his mother asked once every one had started eating.

You look up at her in confusion before turning to Jeongin for an explanation.

“Did you not see my texts?” Jeongin raised an eyebrow at you.

“No,” you said in between mouthfuls, “I was asleep, remember?”

He rolled his eyes, “Have a look.”

You quickly apologised to his parents for taking your phone out at the dining table, aware that they probably didn’t mind at your age anyway, before having a look.

[Jeongin] so we went roller skating

[Jeongin] remember how i mentioned i always wanted to try it

[Jeongin] they’re going to be at the skate park near our street after dinner. do you wanna come?

“Oh, yes, I remember,” you tried your best, and failed, to refrain from laughing, “You blew your monthly allowance on a pair of roller skates and gave up as soon as you fell on your face.”

“Hey!” he pouted, “I have a scar from that now, you know?”

“Of course I know,” you look over at him for a brief second, instantly pinpointing the small, white scar peeking out from under his fringe.

He looked over, your eyes meeting for a moment before you turned back to your food. You stared at him a lot - whenever you wanted to scare him or if you were just zoning out, but it felt weird to look at him for too long now. You were worried he would get the wrong idea… or maybe the right idea.

“Anyway, do you wanna come?” he asked again.

“I know nothing about skating, Jeongin,” you pointed out, “I don’t even have roller skates.”

“Just trust me,” he pleaded, “Minho’s girlfriend said you could borrow her skates, she’s your size.”

“You’ve known them for a day and they already know who I am?” you voiced out loud, more for yourself than for him.

“Oh, of course he has,” Jeongin’s mother inserted herself into the conversation, probably growing tired of watching your juvenile back and forth, “He talks about you all the time, I’m not surprised.”

“Mom!” he groaned.

“What? It’s true,” she pointed out, “I think it’s only gotten worse today because you two aren’t in the same classes.”

“Tell me about it,” you prodded at your food, “it was hell, today.”

“Yeah, I wanted to try spending break without you for a change, but it just felt wrong,” he admitted, but you could see how he was trying his best to ignore his ears turning red.

“Oh, how sweet~” you cooed.

“Stop.”

His father was kind enough to change the subject, asking about the people in your new classes before abruptly standing up, announcing he was going to start tidying up. Jeongin’s mother followed suit, collecting all of your empty dishes; his father always insisted on cleaning up to return the favour of his wife cooking, but she always tried to fight him over who should do it. It was a something you had seen many times, but it still had you in awe of them to this day.

“So,” Jeongin stood up, pushing his chair out with an unsavoury scraping noise, “are you coming?”

You shrug, trying to look like you weren’t putting too much thought into it, “Sure.”

The truth was that you were actually very nervous. You didn’t like hanging out with new people, hence why Jeongin was your only close friend, but you also didn’t wanna pass up on the opportunity to spend time with him. It felt a bit pathetic, since you see him every day, but if your dream taught you anything, it was that you couldn’t let him out of your sight.

Without saying another word, he hurried to the door and picked up his skates, which had now found their place among the rest of his shoes. They looked almost the same as when you had first seen them; they were white with teal blue accents, only now they had gained a few more scratches and scuffs.

Once you had left, you asked, “So, who’s actually going to be there?”

“Minho, his girlfriend, and his friend Jisung.”

“I still can’t believe Minho has a girlfriend. He just doesn’t seem like the type,” you mention, “Wasn’t he, like, a player?”

“I guess so. I didn’t really think about it - he’s actually quite nice, especially to his girlfriend,” he explained.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth, “I’m fine with your parents, but I don’t know if I can sit through more people being lovey-dovey.”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at his feet for a moment, thinking of what to say, “we can always ditch and spend time together, just the two of us. Like usual.”

“Honestly, after today, that’s all I want.”

“Was it actually that bad today?” he asked.

“Well, the classes were fine. We don’t usually talk during those anyway,” you started, “But I spent lunch in a toilet stall.”

“In a toilet stall?” he scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“What? I do it every time you’re not in.”

He shrugged it off, “Sounds like you, though. Continue.”

“I was a bit upset when I found out you weren’t getting the bus home after school, but that’s on me for not checking my phone,” you started recounting your day. It was the first time you had to do this in a while, since he was usually there with you, “And then I had that nap, but I had the worst dream ever.”

“You? Had a bad dream?” he questioned, “You only ever have weird dreams - what happened?”

You started chewing at your lower lip, wondering if you could get away with making up the dream, or if you should just finally tell him the truth. Luckily for you, you had just turned the corner at the end of the street and came face to face with none other than Lee Minho.

“Oh, hello there,” he smiled, not even remotely startled as he took a step back to get a better look at you, “Jeongin’s friend… sorry, what was your name again?”

“Y/N,” you introduce yourself with an awkward smile, unsure of what to say next.

“Y/N! Have you skated before?” he asked, leading the way to the park.

You shook your head, “When I was, like, seven.”

“This will be fun, then,” he grinned, “Jeongin started during lunch today and fell over instantly.”

“Hey, I’m better now!” he complained.

Minho patted him on the back with a laugh, “You improved a lot already, don’t worry.”

“Really?” you perked up at the common interest of teasing Jeongin, “I find that hard to believe.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “I’ll just show you.”

When the three of you arrived at the park, you noticed two kids sat on the edge of the skate pool - a boy and a girl you recognised from your year. They stood up and made their way to you, panic surging through your veins as you realised you would have to make conversation with them, too. You knew the boy was Han Jisung; he was in your maths class with Jeongin last year, making innuendos and silly faces whenever the teacher turned her back. You had only ever passed the girl in the corridors between classes, but you assumed she was Minho’s girlfriend.

“You’re late,” she commented.

Minho scratched the back of his head, “We’re here, though.”

“At the cost of my sanity,” she looked over at Jisung, “he keeps going on about that girl in his English class - he’s only known her for a day!”

Minho shook his head, “Come on, you don’t want to scare Y/N off now, this is her first time skating.”

“Oh, right,” Minho’s girlfriend held up her rollerskates, “You might need these.”

You sat down with Jeongin to put on the skates, struggling to do up the laces tight enough. Without saying a word, he knelt down in front of you and diligently tightened the laces before neatly doing them up in a double knot. He made sure both sides of the bow were an equal length before getting up, quickly finding his balance. It reminded you of when you were younger and still struggled to tie up your laces - he was always ready to tie them up neatly, playing with the loops as if they were rabbit ears.

Putting your hands flat on the ground either side of you, you attempted to push yourself up, panicking when your feet started sliding away from you and instantly sitting back down again.

“How the hell am I supposed to get up?” you sighed, staring at the rollerskates in defeat.

Jeongin looked over at the others behind him, occupied in deep conversation in the middle of the skate pool, before turning back to you and holding out his hand, “Hold on to me.”

Using both your hands, you gripped onto his arm and trusted him to pull you up. Your feet started sliding out from under you again, threatening to send you to the floor on your back, but Jeongin quickly grabbed your shoulder with his free hand, keeping you steady. With him holding onto you, you felt a lot safer - braver to stand up properly.

Eventually managing to stand up straight with the help of clinging onto his shoulders, you smiled, “That was terrible.”

“Don’t worry, that was probably the worst part,” he laughed, looking at your hands still resting on his shoulders.

Blood instantly rushing to your cheeks at your close proximity, you quickly let your hands fall back to your sides. You realised your mistake only when you started to feel yourself lean forward, the skates slowly rolling backwards. You quickly clung onto his jacket for support while his hands landed either side of your waist, just like they did at the bus stop in the morning.

“How have you not fallen over yet?” you pouted, looking up at him and deciding against removing your hands.

“I actually fell over loads earlier today,” he admitted, carefully removing one hand from your side and rolling up his sleeve on his other arm to reveal a nasty graze spanning half of his forearm, “I did this after school today.”

Forgetting your own worries of falling over, you grabbed his arm to take a closer look, “Did you clean it? You could get an infection.”

He nodded, “Yeah, I did, don’t worry, Mom,” he laughed.

You sighed, pulling his sleeve back down to look at him, “If I get injured, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I know,” he pursed his lips together, “so I’m not gonna let that happen.”

He skated backwards a little, his hands slowly sliding up your sides and down your arms until he could hold both of your hands. He held on tightly, moving even further back so that he dragged you forward, doing all of the work for you.

“Do you think you can move on your own?” he asked.

You shook your head.

He lead you to the lampost nearby, gesturing at you to hold onto it. It was cold, and although it was arguably a much more steady object than Jeongin, you would have preferred to keep hanging onto him.

“You can start slowly, but you need to face your feet outwards and move like this,” he demonstrated by skating around the lampost, “And try not to lean forward, even if you feel like it will help.”

He came back to you, carefully taking one of your arms and linking it through his. You copied him, gradually moving faster as your confidence grew with Jeongin by your side. When he unliked your arms, you finally found it in you to stand on your own.

He made his way back to the lampost, your heart sinking a little when you realised your only support was no longer within arm’s reach, “Do you think you can skate over on you own?”

“No, but you’re gonna make me, aren’t you?” you sighed.

“Yep,” he nodded, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Letting out a scoff, you started moving towards him, surprised at how easy you found it. Sure, it wasn’t much, but the fact that you were doing something you were certain you wouldn’t be able to was exhilirating. You manage to make it over to him in once piece before your face dropped.

“How do I stop?”

You found at your answer when you held out your arms for support, your hands landing firmly on Jeongin’s shoulders again and pushing him into the lampost. It wasn’t ideal, but you did eventually come to a stop.

Burying your face in his shoulder in embarassment, you mumbled a quiet “sorry” before looking back up at him. A small chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes creasing as a smile slowly spread across his face. You always admired how he looked when he smiled; after all these years, the fox remained your favourite animal, their faces reminding you of Jeongin when he was happy.

“See, you did it! We can work on teaching you how to stop another time,” he suggested.

“Yes, I think that’s enough for today,” you bit your cheek as you looked away, in disbelief at how you were just gushing over your best friend’s smile.

His friends were disappointed to see the two of you leave so soon, making you promise to hang out with them another time. You decided to go back to his house, remembering to send a text to your mother about how you would be staying over. Jeongin quickly led you to his room, eager to avoid the barrage of questions his own mother probably had for him.

He instantly starfished on his bed while you shut the door behind you and carefully sat down next to him, flicking his forehead. He simply turned to you with a frown, used to your antics.

Suddenly, he sat up and faced you, “What was your bad dream?”

Unsure of how to respond, you could only stutter quietly, “What?”

“You were telling me about that dream you had during your nap - what happened?”

“I don’t know,” you lied, “it was just a dream - I don’t really remember it.”

He looked at you for a moment, squinting in disbelief before shrugging, “You wanna watch a movie?”

You didn’t even respond, simply moving further up his bed and getting comfy under the covers. He took that as his answer, getting up to retrieve his laptop.

You opened your eyes, struggling to adjust to the darkness that suddenly surrounded you. The only light you had was the laptop in front of you, the screen asking if you were still watching, and the faint glow of a streetlamp outside pouring in through the window. It was still open, the curtains undrawn and gently swaying in the late summer breeze. You tried to move, but two arms firmly wrapped around your body prevented you from doing so. Even in his sleep, Jeongin was strong enough to hold on to you.

His face was hidden in your shoulder, chest rising and falling steadily against your side. He looked so peaceful, you almost felt bad for disrupting him - but you really needed the toilet. Methodically extracting his arms from you, you carefully slid out from under the covers, relieved that you hadn’t woken him up.

When you returned, he was sat up waiting for you, his hair sticking up in every direction and his eyelids droopy, threatening to close.

“I thought you had left,” he laughed through slurred speech, reaching out to you.

Despite him probably not being able to see, you rolled your eyes anyway, “Never.”

Slipping back under the covers, he pulled you close to him again. It wasn’t unusual for you two to cuddle whenever you slept over, but only today had you realised how clingy he had become. Usually, it wouldn’t matter if you had drifted apart during the night, but in the past few weeks it was more normal to find him still grasping onto you, as if he feared that you would disappear.

The comment he made when you returned only confirmed that was how he felt, and it made your heart sink. You were so worried about losing him that you didn’t realise how he so obviously felt the same.

“Jeongin,” you whispered, hoping he hadn’t already fallen asleep yet, “can I tell you something?”

He only hummed, too tired to respond, but it was enough for you to keep going, “I dreamt that you disappeared - you found new friends and never talked to me again.”

It took him a moment, but he eventually lifted his head up, supporting himself with his arm, “Why would I do that?”

“You wouldn’t - I know,” you sighed, “But I couldn’t help it.”

“Do you know why I wanted to start rollerskating?” he suddenly asked.

You rolled over to face him, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Bit random, but no.”

“We’ve known each other for so long, I feel like there’s not really anything I can do these days to impress you,” he admitted.

“So you chose skating?” you pointed out.

“Well, it’s fun,” he shrugged, “but you also called that one skater hot in that movie.”

You couldn’t help but laugh before the realisation hit you, “You wanted me to call you hot?” you sat up fully.

He winced at the sudden movement, “Maybe.”

“Okay, my turn,” you inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for what you were about to say next, “Do you think it would be weird if we dated?”

There was a pause, the curtains rustling being the only sound in the room. He pulled himself up and faced you, the faint light from outside softly lighting up his features. He was now wide awake, chewing at his lip in anticipation as he contemplated how to respond.

No words were said - they weren’t needed. Jeongin slowly reached out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, smoothing it out after your sleep, before he rested his hand on the back of your neck. It was strangely intimate for the two of you. You knew what he was about to do, but you welcomed it. He leaned forward a bit but stopped, unsure if he should continue, so you helped him by closing the gap.

Your lips finally touched. Only now did you realise you weren’t sure what to do, with this being the first kiss for the both of you, but you soon found yourself melting into his touch. In that moment, your lack of experience, your bad dream, nothing mattered. The only thing you could think about was how his lips moved against yours, his tongue meekly begging to feel more of you. With his hand at the back of your neck, he desperately pulled you in closer as if it was possible for the two of you to become one.

Reluctantly, you pulled away for air. He rested his forehead against yours, panting slightly as he tried to catch his breath, “Was that weird?”

You shook your head, a smile forcing its way onto your face. He smiled back, a sigh of relief escaping his lips - the same lips you were kissing just a moment ago. You wanted to feel him again. He slid his arm around your waist once more, pulling you back down onto the bed with him.

Your first day back at school wasn't the worst after all.

“Will you go on a date with me, then?”

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