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parkhabits · 7 years

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Breaking your Rule

GOT7 Jinyoung x Reader Genre: Smut/ Angst / Fluff Warning: Explicit and Swear words Word Count: 12k+

Summary: You had your rules. No dating or hooking up with any of your brother’s friends and that included housemates. You learned your lesson from the last time you were burned. But you saw no harm in flirting with his housemate Jinyoung and keeping up the sexual repartee.

“Did you find it yet?” Your younger brother’s voice echoed from the speaker of your cellphone.

“No not yet,” You answered as you used the dim light of your cell phone screen to search under the front mat of the door.

It was one o’clock in the morning and you were looking for the spare key to your brothers apartment. “I swear they told me they kept it under the mat,” Yugyeom yelled through the phone. Screams and loud house music could be heard from your phone. Your brother was out clubbing when you had called and his three other housemates were away. You weren’t expecting that the fire sprinklers would malfunction and soak everything in your apartment, including yourself. “All I’m seeing is dirt and spider webs and-” you ran your hand against the cement, “Aha! I found it!” Holding up the key as if to show him but remembered you were on the phone and couldn’t. You unlocked the door letting yourself in. The house was quiet and empty as you made your way inside, lugging the suitcases you packed behind you. You were damp from your head down to your toes and thankful to be inside finally where the cool night breeze no longer hit you. “Thanks again for letting me crash until they fix the sprinklers” you said. “Of course, I’m not gonna let my sister be out on the streets or spend money on hotel rooms. Stay as long as you want,” Yugyeom said, the music blaring in the background. “And it’ll be cool with your housemates if I stay over?” You asked. “Yeah, it should be cool. You could always bribe them by cooking.” There was a loud cheer that could be heard in the distance. “Anyways Y/N, you know which one is the guest room?” Suddenly you heard a female giggle in the background. “I think so, down the hall and the first room to the left.“ There was a pause as you waited for his confirmation and all you could hear was the background music of the club that Yugyeom was at and the sound of the female giggling grow louder. “Right Yugyeom?” “Huh? Yeah yeah. I’m gonna go now,” Yugyeom was obviously distracted and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was from the owner of the giggles you could hear. “Don’t wait up,” and with that the phone clicked leaving you in silence in the empty house. “Wasn’t planning too,” you muttered to yourself being fully aware that Yugeom might not come home at all tonight. Dragging your luggages behind you, you made your way past the kitchen and down the hall towards where the bedroom was. There were two floors in the duplex that Yugyeom lived in with three other housemates. The main floor had two bedrooms down the hall past the kitchen, one of them being a guest room. Upstairs was Yugyeom’s room along with the other two housemates. It was a only a few times that you had been over to Yugyeom’s house, most of them were for the parties that your younger brother threw. The house was different when it was empty and quiet that it seemed unfamiliar. You opened the bedroom and poked your head inside, making sure that it was the guest room. You knew you had found the right room from the lack of personal touches. Nothing on the dresser, no posters or frames hung on the wall, just the plain grey coloured walls. Your damp clothes clung to you, too lazy to even dig through your luggage to see if you had even packed pajamas you stripped them off, tossing them to a pile on the floor that you would deal with in the morning. Everything was damp, as you unclasped your bra, throwing it onto the dresser before walking over to the bed. The bed was cozy as you sunk into the mattress, your muscles relaxing as you got more comfortable. You gave the guys credit, for the guest room they sure had gone top quality in choosing the sheets as you felt the egyptian cotton against your bare skin. It didn’t take you long before you had drifted to sleep. Jinyoung was tired, two thirty in the morning wasn’t his ideal time to come home but he had lost track of time at the office. Only noticing that it had gotten this late when he had stopped to run his hands over his face in frustration. It was quiet. He knew that Jackson and Youngjae were away and not coming home until tomorrow and given that it was Friday night he knew Yugyeom was out. He looked forward to a peaceful night. Youngjae wasn’t there to play his video games until excessive hours of the night, followed with shouts at the tv. He had hoped Yugyeom wasn’t planning on bringing home whichever girl he met tonight and he didn’t even want to think about what it would be like if Jackson was home. He made his way over to the fridge opening and peeking inside, he had missed dinner. To his dismay he found nothing but a few beer bottles and what he assumed to be Youngjae’s old leftover pizza. He would deal with his hunger tomorrow as exhaustion weighed heavily throughout his body. He walked out of the kitchen to his bedroom and swung the door open, flicking on the lights. The groan caught him by surprise and then he noticed the movement from under the sheets of his bed. “What the hell?” You grumbled as you rolled over aware that you were in only your panties as you sat up clutching the sheets to your bare chest. You shifted your hair out of your face as your eyes tried to focus on whoever was waking you up. Was this real or was the fatigue more extreme than he thought as he recognized the intruder in his bed, correction, naked intruder. “Y/N?” Finally your eyes focused to the figure that stood at the doorway. It was Yugyeom’s housemate, Park Jinyoung. He stood there, a white collared dress shirt tucked into the dress pants he wore. His facial expression matched his clothes, any other guy may have been flustered at the sight but Jinyoung’s face remained composed. “What are you doing here?” you asked groggily. “Shouldn’t I be asking that?” His eyes lingered to where you clutched the sheets against your chest, “If I had known there was a naked woman in my bed waiting for me I might have been inclined to come home sooner.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “I wasn’t waiting for you. I’m not completely naked and what do you mean your bed?” you retorted. “Well this is my room…” he said glancing around. “Or did you forget?” Cocking his eyebrow at you, reminding you of the first time you had met Park Jinyoung. It had been at one of Yugyeom’s parties when he had first moved in. Tons of people, tons of alcohol and you had just broken up with your long term boyfriend. Jinyoung had approached you first. He had saved you from an awkward encounter when your ex showed up, with his new girlfriend in tow. He had placed his arm around your waist as he murmured something into your ear. Maybe it was his outstanding good looks or the riled reaction you gained from your ex that had you walking away with Jinyoung. He had offered you a drink and you found yourself more than inclined to stay with him for the rest of the night. After a few more drinks and shameless flirting you two had drunkenly stumbled into the closest room. Lips locked and desperately ripping at each other’s clothes to feel skin on skin. You remembered the way his hands had groped at your body, not even in the places you needed him most but just his touch had sent flames of heat straight to your core. In a skillful motion he had unclasped your bra and his mouth explored the swells of your chest, clouding your vision and sending mix of pleasure and pain when his teeth had grazed against your buds. “Y/N!” You heard the voice call out. Recognizing the voice calling for you had drained any sexual desire you felt instantly. “Shit,” you pushed against Jinyoung’s chest, stopping him while his mouth continued to roam over your body . Breath heavy Jinyoung looked at you, “What? Your boyfriend?” He had asked. “No, my brother.” You sat up as you reached to get dressed. “He’ll kill me, and maybe you, if he finds out I’m hooking up in his new house,” “Wait. Yugyeom is your brother?” Jinyoung asked, as he handed you your bra. “Younger brother, yeah,” you said as you reached around to clasp it. “You know him?” Jinyoung laughed, “Yeah, actually I’m his other house mate. This is my room.” You gaped at him, “No way. Well then this definitely can’t happen,” you said pointing between both of your bodies. “And why’s that?” “I don’t sleep with my brother’s friends… or I guess in your case, housemate.” “Ah, in that case should I back out of my lease?” He smiled. You poked at his chest, “It might have been worth it.” You winked, “Thanks for what could have been,” you kissed his cheek before climbing out of his bed. Jinyoung watched you as you opened the door and walked out into the hallway, immediately your brother found you. “Y/N!” his words slurred as he dragged you off leaving Jinyoung in his room, intrigued by you and deeply reconsidering his lease. You looked around the room. You had completely forgotten. There were no other encounters since then, even at parties you two had no other interactions. Anytime Yugyeom had invited you over, Jinyoung was away or working late at night. You would admit though that you would always scan the room for him or would stay just a little longer with Yugyeom to see if he’d come home while you were there. “I didn’t realize it was your room. It’s been awhile since I was last here,” you admitted as you looked around his bedroom. “And I forgot what your room looked like. Last time I was in here I was to… distracted with other things that I didn’t take in my surroundings,” you grinned. “Fair enough,” Jinyoung said as he sauntered over to you, “It still doesn’t answer why you’re here.” “My sprinklers in my apartment broke, soaking everything, including myself.” You explained, pointing to the pile of wet clothes on the floor. “Yugyeom said I could stay here for a while.” “In my bed?” You smiled, “I thought this was the guest room,” “You’re welcome to stay in my bed with me. ” his eyes trailed over your exposed shoulders and collarbones. “Unless, you still follow your rule about sleeping with your brother’s housemate.” “I do, and as much as I think we’d both enjoy that…I think I’ll move to the guest room. I just need a little something from you first.” “What can I help you with?” Jinyoung asked, hoping your request was coinciding with what he wanted too. “Take off your shirt,” you saw the flicker in his eyes and laughed, “Not for the reason you’re thinking. I need something to cover me up while I move to the other bedroom. Unless I can take these sheets with me?” You suggested. “How about you have neither,” Jinyoung tried to persuade. You laughed sticking out your hand, “Just give me your shirt,” “Alright alright,” Jinyoung reached to start undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. You couldn’t help biting your bottom lip as you watched the lines of his chest revealed. Your gaze met his and he grinned at you while he handed you his shirt. “What?” He asked when you didn’t move to put it on. “Turn around,” He cocked his eyebrow, “Y/N, I’ve already seen…” “Turn around,” you ordered. With a sigh Jinyoung turned around and as soon as you were sure he wasn’t looking you let the sheets fall. You kept your eyes on his back as you buttoned up his shirt. “Okay,” you said as you stood up from his bed. Jinyoung turned around. He didn’t know what was more attractive, you in his bed clutching the sheets against your chest or the way his dress shirt clung to you cutting mid thigh, your hair tousled. It had looked like you had just finished making love and the feeling that clutched in his stomach made him wish it were true. You walked over to the damp pile of clothes on the floor and picked them up. He watched shamelessly as the shirt rode a little higher up your thigh. “I’ll see you in the morning?” You turned to face him. He felt like a dog staring at a bone. He blamed exhaustion for not being able to keep his usual calm demeanour. “Yeah, good night y/n” The quicker you were out his room and out of sight the better. “Sweet dreams,” you called out as you left his room, bringing your luggage with you. When he crawled into bed he felt the lingering warmth of where your near naked body lied and cursed. You were going to haunt his dreams, that is, if he was able to fall asleep. Knowing that you were lying in the room next to his, probably back to being undressed, was going to create a restless night for him. He shut his eyes but the images of you in his dress shirt as well as under his sheets replayed in his head. In the dark of the night with the silence filling the room he let his imagination run wild until he fell asleep to the thoughts of you.

When you woke it took a moment for you to realize where you were. You were still in Jinyoung’s shirt, thinking someone else might randomly barge into the room you kept it on for safety measures. As much as you enjoyed wearing it, it was best if you changed. You didn’t want any of the other housemates including your brother, to jump to conclusions. Unlike Jinyoung’s bedroom the guest room had frames that hung on the wall, there was even a small fake plant on the dresser. When you had changed into shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt you made your way to the bathroom to wash up. Your eyes widened when you opened the door. You weren’t expecting to see Jinyoung standing there, only a towel wrapped around his waist. Jinyoung grinned at you, you obviously weren’t aware that the two rooms shared a connected bathroom. “Good morning,” You tried not to let your gaze roam down his body. His shoulders were broad and his waist narrowed where the towel wrapped around. “Sorry,” you cringed when you heard the shakiness of your voice. You had made him suffer all night. The images of you kept appearing in his mind. The night when you first met at the party replayed in his head. He had been so close to having you that night but he was fully aware that even if he did get to have you, once wouldn’t be enough. There was something intriguing about you. Last night you radiated confidence although only covered by the thin sheets. Now in the morning, you stood blushing at him, fully clothed. He didn’t know which side he wanted more and had decided, he wanted both. “I have something for you,” you said as you ran out of the bathroom and back into your room. When you came back you held Jinyoung’s dress shirt. You hoped he would put it on to cover himself up before you started drooling. He smiled taking it out of your hands. “I have something for you too,” he walked into his bedroom as you looked at him in confusion. He came back with your bra dangling from his finger. You had left it on his dresser, “It’s the same one from that night,” You blushed taking it and quickly tucked it under your arm, “You remember?” “Hard to forget,” The way he gazed at you was enough to send a heated rush throughout your body, feeling more exposed now than last night. “I’ll let you finish up first. I can get ready later,” “Have you heard of the phrase, save water shower together?” Jinyoung suggested. “Clever,” you answered as if contemplating the idea. Ever since you had met Jinyoung there had always been sexual banter between the two of you. You both weren’t the type to beat around the bush. You found Jinyoung extremely attractive, not only physically but it was hard to find someone as quick witted as you and mature. If it was under different circumstances you would have easily taken Jinyoung as a lover but rules were rules and you lived by them. No dating or hooking up with any of your brother’s friends, and that included housemates. You learned your lesson from the last time you were burned. But you saw no harm in flirting with Jinyoung and keeping up the sexual repartee. Sometimes his comments would leave you wishing you could follow through and test things out. Judging from the night of that party and the way things were leading you knew it probably would have been amazing. You tilted your chin up at him, “Although I have a profound love for the environment and your offer is intriguing, I’ll pass.” Jinyoung shrugged, “Suit yourself.” He reached into the shower and turned on the water then grasped the towel around his waist. He raised his eyebrow when he saw you still lingering in the bathroom. “Are you changing your mind or are you gonna watch me?” You held both hands up in defence, “No sorry, I’m leaving. I got.. distracted.” You bit your lower lip, as your eyes lingered back down to where Jinyoung grasped the towel. Filled with regret you quickly backed out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Jinyoung adjusted the water temperature, a cold shower was what he definitely needed. The cold water ran over his body but it did little to suppress the heated need he felt for you. Was it because you were playing hard to get that intrigued him so much? He felt like it was an unspoken rule that he shouldn’t go after his housemate’s sister and maybe that’s what tempted him more. As the saying goes, you want what you can’t have. He remembered just before things got interrupted the taste of your lips when he kissed you and the way you arched up against him when he took your aroused buds into his mouth. He was determined now to break that little rule you had. It wasn’t just about sleeping with you, if you had that rule then how was he supposed to get closer to you in general if you kept up that wall. When he had finished showering and getting changed the scent that lingered from the kitchen caught his attention. He was reminded how he hadn’t had the opportunity to have dinner last night and his stomach growled in response. When he walked into the kitchen you had just finished putting a plate full of food on the island table. You were still in your shorts and tee that he saw earlier, your hair in a loose and messy bun. The way you smiled at him while bringing out the plates caught him off guard. Whatever feeling he just felt he tucked away not wanting to explore it further. “Yugyeom said if I made food you guys would be more willing to let me stay,” Jinyoung looked at the spread on the table and wondered how you had managed to do all this while he was in the shower. One thing was for sure, it definitely beat his usual morning coffee and toast. “Did you want any help?” He asked, he was pretty good in the kitchen, he just never cooked much because he was either out or working. “I’m just chopping up some fruit, I should be -ah,” your sentence was cut off when you had accidentally nicked your finger with the knife. Jinyoung walked over to you, taking your hand as he pulled you towards the sink to run your finger under some water. You watched as he pulled out a paper towel and covered your finger. The look of concentration on his face as he examined the cut had you holding back from saying something sarcastic. There was a jolt of electricity that radiated while he held your hand and something in you stirred. You couldn’t get over how handsome he was as you studied his face. You liked his eyes and the fine definition of his jaw. Your focus moved to stare at his lips, remembering how soft they had felt against yours. He was so close to you that you could smell the fresh scented soap from his shower. When he looked up at you there was a silence. It would have been so easy to close the gap between the two of you. One kiss would be okay, you told yourself as you started to lean in. Jinyoung still held onto your hand and you could feel him pulling you towards him until your hand rested against his chest. You tilted your head up, just a few more inches, both of you hesitating,your lips barely touching as you both waited for the other to initiate contact. The loud bang of the door startled you as pushed yourself away from Jinyoung, creating distance between the two of you before you got caught. “Mmm, is that food I smell,” Yugyeom came waltzing into the kitchen. His blazer swung over his shoulder and the buttons of his dress shirt half undone. Why was it that Yugyeom always had the worst timing? Jinyoung watched as you created enough distance between the two of you so casually as if nothing happened, or was about to happen between the two of you before your brother barged in. You actively tried to avoid eye contact with him. “Mmm food. Nothing like a good hearty breakfast to recover after a long night,” Your brother grinned. You rolled your eyes, “You have two different shades of lipstick on your collar,” “Like I said, long night.” He winked and you shuddered in disgust. Yugyeom took a piece of bacon from the plate and nibbled on it as he leaned over the counter, “Home cooked meals. This is why I love having my sis over. Right Jinyoung?” You subtly waited for his answer. Jinyoung shrugged as he handed a plate over to Yugyeom, “I guess,” he answered cooly, leaving you a little disappointed. Truth was having you over was a slow burn for him. It hadn’t even been a full twenty four hours that you had been staying here and he was already on the brink of losing his sanity. He should have been more immune to your push and pull game but he wasn’t. In fact, any other woman would have already caved in or he would have brushed them off, not willing to participate in any of their games. That was close. You had almost given in. If Yugyeom hadn’t come in you were sure you and Jinyoung would already be in the midst of pulling each other’s clothes off. You needed your sprinklers to be fixed as soon as possible so you could go home. The longer you stayed the more prone you were to caving in. There was too much sexual tension between the two of you. “I’m gonna go shower,” making an excuse to leave. You felt Jinyoung’s gaze on you but you didn’t dare to look at him as you scurried off. Staying in your room was the safest for you as you spent the remainder of the day in it. Unpacking clothes and settling in. You could hear Yugyeom in the living room and the muffled sounds of the tv. You wondered what Jinyoung was up to? Was he out there as well? There had been times where you had tiptoed into the joint bathroom, and pressed your ear against his door, wondering if he was in his room. “Suck it up Y/N,” you muttered to yourself. “Why are you hiding in your room?” But you knew the answer, Jinyoung had this effect over you. Normally it was easy for you to brush off a guy but not with Jinyoung. Building up the confidence you opened the door to your room, peaking your head out as you look down the hall. When you felt the coast was clear you made your way to the living room, plopping down beside Yugyeom as he flipped through channels. “Any plans for the night?” You asked your brother. “Jackson and I are going out tonight. Do you want to come?” You shrugged, “Not really.” Knowing fully well that if you went out with them the minute they see a short skirt they were gone and you’d be left alone for the remainder of the night. You heard the sound of the door clicking and footsteps behind you. You glanced over to see Jinyoung walking down the hall towards you guys, in the midst of putting on a sports coat. “Is Jinyoung going out with you guys too?” You asked out of curiosity. Yugyeom glanced to where you looked, “No. Jinyoung always spends his Saturday night wooing whatever girl he met at the coffee shop or bookstore this week,” Yugyeom teased loud enough for Jinyoung to hear. “You’re just jealous that the women I meet don’t have to be drunk to take interest in me,” Jinyoung snickered, while adjusting the sleeves of his jacket. Yugyeom scoffed, unable to find a comeback to say to Jinyoung. “Well, I’m gonna get ready. You’ll be okay by yourself?” he asked you. You nodded stretching out on the couch, “I’m fine and I’m not by myself. Youngjae is upstairs playing video games,” Yugyeom laughed, “ It’s basically like you’re by yourself. See you Y/N” he ruffled your hair. “Be safe!” You called out. Yugyeom laughed, “In what way?” He teased. “Ugh. Just don’t get hurt, STD’s or someone pregnant!” you warned causing Yugyeom to burst out laughing as he made his way upstairs and you saw Jinyoung smile out of the corner of your eyes. Jinyoung rocked back and forth on his heels as he dug his hands into his pocket. It was just two of you left in the living room left alone in silence. You didn’t want to bring up your moment of weakness in the kitchen earlier and what was about to happen. “Hot date?” You asked, but didn’t really want to know the answer. Jinyoung shrugged, “Something like that. See you y/n, don’t wait up too late.” He said as he walked away. It caught you off guard. Wait up for him? Yeah right. You couldn’t care less. You would definitely not be waiting up for Park Jinyoung to get home from his date. If he came home, for some reason that thought left you with a bitter taste in your mouth which you ignored. An hour hadn’t even passed since everyone, aside from Youngjae, left. Every little noise you mistook for the front door opening as you laid on the couch and flipped through channels. You found yourself pacing to look out the front window when you heard the sound of a car only to have it be the neighbors or someone else across the street. You weren’t waiting up for him, why would you? It was past midnight when you crawled into bed but your mind wouldn’t settle as you tossed and turned. You tried to listen for the sound of the door, or any movement inside of the his bedroom. Then a thought occurred to you, what if brought home the woman. That would be okay wouldn’t it? In fact maybe it was good for him to bring home a woman. It’d keep him away from you. But a slight feeling made you wonder if that was what you really wanted. Nothing was going to happen between the two of you anyways. Unless, you let go of your stupid rule that you had. Maybe just once, to get it out of your system. The inner debate you were having with yourself had you getting out of bed in frustration. You walked out of your room. You would have felt more lonely if it wasn’t for the sounds of clicking that were coming from Youngjae’s room upstairs. You turned the corner towards the kitchen when you collided with a tall shadowed figured. You looked up to see Jinyoung, his hands braced your shoulders to stop you from falling backwards. “Y/N?” Jinyoung looked at you surprised that you were still awake then a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Were you waiting up for me?” You shrugged his hands away, “No,” you scoffed. He raised an eyebrow at you, “You sure?” You were thankful that it was dark so he couldn’t see the flush of your cheeks from lying, “I wasn’t. How was your date?” “It was fine.” He answered. He thought that by going out with the woman he met at the cafe would help keep his mind off you but it didn’t. He didn’t feel the pull that he felt with you. His mind would wander to images of you in his bed, and how his lips had almost tasted yours. She asked him if he wanted to go back to her place but he found no interest. There was no challenge, there was no desire. His eyes roamed over what you were wearing, “Jesus Y/N, do you ever wear clothes?” He said in an exasperated groan. It shouldn’t have had an affect on him. He saw women in less than what you were wearing but your baggy shirt that cut mid thigh created a ball of lust in the pit of his stomach. You were the first woman to ever make him want this much without even trying. You saw the look in his eyes, the pleading sound of his voice when he asked you the question and it scared but also excited you. “S-sweet dreams,” you stuttered as you turned to go back to your room. Jinyoung caught your wrist turning you to face him, pinning you against the wall with his body. “Tell me no,” he said as he leaned in closer to you, as he lost the last of his self control. You felt the flutter in your stomach but didn’t speak. You couldn’t say no. You wanted him to kiss you. You wanted to feel his hands run over your body and take you to the deepest pleasures. You closed your eyes waiting for him and Jinyoung took the opportunity. Letting go of your wrists he grasped your cheeks pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle and soft, giving you the opportunity to push him away and when you didn’t he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced along your bottom lip. You gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer. A small groaned escaped Jinyoung when your tongue met his. Your lips couldn’t keep up with how much you needed him as they moved against his. The more you tasted the more you wanted. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you Y/N” He murmured as he planted greedy kisses along your neck. His words excited you, enjoying the idea that even when he was out with another you were still on his mind. His fingers brushed against your thigh as he caught the hem of your t-shirt between his fingertips. You gasped when he slid his finger over the thin lace that covered your core. Your knees buckled but Jinyoung kept you balanced. Your body against the wall as Jinyoung pressed his body against yours. “I can feel how wet you are,” he whispered as his finger once again moved along the fabric while he caught the bottom of your lip between his teeth. “Fuck,” you muttered as you tried to move your body to create friction with his fingers. You needed him desperately. The front door opened and the both of your froze. Jinyoung’s hand still in between your legs. He pressed into you closer, the both of you holding your breath hoping that the cover of darkness would shield the both of you. Yugyeom stumbled in and your heart pounded against your chest. Both from Jinyoung being so close to you and the fear of getting caught. Yugyeom was drunkenly mumbling to himself and you prayed that he wouldn’t come to the kitchen where you and Jinyoung could easily be seen in the hall. You let out a sigh of relief when you heard his heavy footsteps make their way up the stairs. Jinyoung let out a sigh too, resting his forehead against yours. “That was close,” he murmured, he removed his hand from between your legs but rested them against your hips. He kissed you again, more gentle this time than the lust filled kiss just moments ago, “I feel like I have a bit of my sanity back,” he grinned, his lips barely apart from yours. “That makes one of us.” Still intoxicated from his lips, “Are we going to continue?” you pressed into him and grasped his shirt just above his pants, as you felt the lustful ache where Jinyoung’s fingers had left. Jinyoung let out a low chuckle as he brushed the hair away from your face. “I think this will do for now,” he said as he kissed you sweetly once again. “We’ll continue tomorrow,” Your brows furrowed, “Tomorrow?” Jinyoung continued to tuck your hair behind your ear while he held onto your waste, “Tomorrow. Yugyeom and everyone else are going to their friend’s beach house for the day. It will be just us two.” “But why do we have to wait?” You were embarrassed that your voice sounded a little whiny but the need between your legs was far more than you could handle at the moment. He leaned in as his lips brushed against your ear, “Because I want to hear you moan my name tomorrow when I make love to you and I doubt that’s something your brother and my housemates want to hear,” Jinyoung grazed his teeth along your earlobe. You shuddered in response, the ache only growing in anticipation. He stepped back from you, proud of himself for being able to do so. It boosted his ego even more when he saw the pout form across your lips. For once he felt like he was back in control and enjoyed the idea that you wanted him now just as much as he wanted you. “Good night Y/N,” he grinned as he turned and walk into his bedroom. Leaving you in the hall gaping at him. When you entered your bedroom you leaned against the door resting your hand against your chest as you felt the rapid beating of your heart. Jinyoung had left you flustered and needy. “Damn you Park Jinyoung,” you muttered towards your adjoined bathroom leading to Jinyoung’s room. “Just wait for tomorrow,” you silently threatened, feeling a rush of giddiness come over you as you eagerly anticipated the next day.

Just as you had expected you barely got any sleep and the pent up sexual frustration had definitely been the reason why. When you woke up the house was quiet however, you saw the cars still parked in the driveway indicating that your brother and the rest of the housemates were still home while you left for the morning. Time couldn’t go by any slower as you waited for Yugyeom and everyone else to leave so that you and Jinyoung could finally relieve that sexual tension between the two of you. Just once, you told yourself as the guilt started to creep it’s way towards you. A good cup of coffee was what you needed to push that heavy feeling that started to weigh on your chest. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and freshly baked pastries helped ease your mind as you walked into the cafe. When you had received your order and turned to find a place to sit you saw Jinyoung sitting by the window. You felt a flutter in your chest reminding you of what’s to come later on in the day. You debated whether to approach him or not while he sat there reading his book while his other hand ran up and down the handle of his coffee mug. You couldn’t help thinking about the way his fingers had rubbed against your clothed heat last night and you felt your stomach twist with longing again. “Come here often?” you teased as you approached him. Jinyoung glanced up from his book, an instant grin appearing on his face when he saw you. “On occasion,” he quipped, signalling for you to take a seat in front of him. You sat down resting your chin against your hand as you stared at him and leaned forward, “Is this where you pick up women like Yugeom said?” Jinyoung leaned forward over the table as well, “It might be,” “So how do you do it?” you asked curiously. “Like this, ” Jinyoung picked up his book and leaned back as he resumed reading. You laughed, “As if that works,” Jinyoung raised his eyebrow at you, “You came over didn’t you?” “Ah I see. Your striking good looks just bring all the women in without you even trying,” you teased. Jinyoung shrugged, “It saves me the effort. Now that I revealed my secret..” he teased. “Let me ask you a question,” he leaned in, placing his book down again. “Fine,” you sipped at your coffee ready for whatever ridiculous question he was going to ask you. “Why do you have that rule?” he asked, “The one about sleeping with your brother’s friends or housemates.” The question caught you off guard as you felt the pains of the past come back. It was something you never even really discussed with your brother. You paused for a moment hoping Jinyoung would take your silence and move onto the next topic, however he continued to stare at you intently. You let out a heavy sigh, “Years ago I fell in love with Yugyeom’s best friend. He was older than Yugyeom and I. My brother looked up to him as a role model and considered him like an older brother.” You felt the sharp pang in your chest, it had been a while since you talked about JB. “Long story short. He was my first. He would sneak into my room late at night when he stayed over, or I’d leave my house in the middle of the night off to meet him. I thought with everything going on JB felt the same about me and that we were just being private so it wouldn’t be weird for my brother, ” you paused, “Until I found out I was the only one being exclusive.” Jinyoung watched as you stared down at your coffee cup, deep in thought as you recalled the hurt you felt before, “I was devastated and Yugyeom found out everything. He cut off ties right after punching JB in the face. Except I saw how upset he was from losing his best friend.” You looked up at Jinyoung, “So I made it a promise to myself or I guess a rule that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone that Yugyeom was close to in order to avoid any more awkward situations like that.” A few moments of silence passed. Jinyoung wasn’t as close to Yugyeom on that level. Their relationship never moved past being housemates but he still had respect for Yugyeom, “Y/N, we don’t have to..” Jinyoung trailed off finally breaking the silence. “But I want to,” you interrupted as you looked up at him. You let out a breathy laugh, “Too be honest if we don’t I might just go insane.” Jinyoung laughed as he reached for your hand sending a jolt of jitters throughout your body. “That’ll make two of us” He agreed, “But I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” “I want you,” You blatantly blurted out, “So when are you going to take me home?” “Now,” Jinyoung said as he grabbed your hand and led you out of the cafe. The cafe had only been a short five minute walk from their apartment but it felt like you had been walking for hours. You tried to keep up with Jinyoung’s strides as he held your hand and walked back to the house at a hurried pace. The house was in sight and you felt the twist in your stomach. Jinyoung stopped still holding onto your hand as he pulled you into him. His lips melding with yours that sent a fleeting rush throughout your body. He pulled away and smiled, the corner of his eyes wrinkling as he looked at you. “Sorry, I just couldn’t wait.” Jinyoung explained. “Almost home,” you hummed in response as you took his hand again, the two of you making your way towards the house. When you approached the driveway you were disappointed to see Yugyeom’s car still parked in the driveway. “That’s strange. Yugyeom was supposed to leave earlier.” Jinyoung said as he let go of you hand and walked into the house. “Yugyeom!” Jinyoung called out as he walked in, glancing behind him to make sure you were still following after him. “In the kitchen!” your brother answered. “I thought you were leaving,” you said as you walked into the kitchen to find Yugyeom fixing himself sandwich. “Change of plans. We were gonna leave for the beach house but there’s a storm coming.” Yugyeom shrugged then turned to Jinyoung, “So since the beach house is a no go, I was thinking of throwing a party. Jackson and Youngjae already said it’s cool with them so I’m just asking you,” Jinyoung raised his eyebrow, “and what if I said no?” Knowing fully well having a party meant not having any privacy to be alone with you. Yugyeom grinned, “By asking I meant telling you that I’m throwing a party. Invites have already been spread through SNS,” Leaving Jinyoung with no choice, he made eye contact with you and you saw the irritation on his face and felt the same. Without even trying your brother was being the biggest cock block.. You wondered if the fates were playing with you. You and Jinyoung couldn’t catch a break. Yugyeom wanted to spend the remainder of the day with you, asking to run errands and prepare for the party with him. You were relieved when it was time for you to get ready and you had time to distance yourself away from your brother. You had put a little extra thought into getting ready for the night, slipping on one of your favorite lace panties in case Jinyoung and you were able to sneak away. You had just finished applying some lip gloss when you heard the upbeat tempo of music playing and the gradual sound of voices getting louder and louder. The party had started. When you left your room the hallway was already starting to crowd with people as you made your way around. You scanned the room for Jinyoung amongst the hoard of dancing bodies but he was nowhere to be seen. Of course, Yugyeom had already found his way to you, handing you a red cup filled with whatever alcohol he poured for you. “Hey sis!” He draped his arm over your shoulder and you knew Yugyeom was already sloshed. “It’s so great having you stay with us. Why don’t you just move in?” “I doubt you would want to live with your older sister,” you joked. “You’re right and if you brought any guys home that’d be weird,” he cringed. Speaking of guys you finally spotted Jinyoung standing by the window talking with a petite brunette woman. You couldn’t help staring at the way she laughed tossing her perfectly curled hair, tilting her head up at him. It was obvious how hard she was trying to maintain his attention and you wouldn’t deny that the green monster of jealousy was creeping up. “Okay the real reason I came over here…” Yugyeom said pulling your attention away from Jinyoung and the woman. “Do you see that girl standing next to the tall guy by the bookshelves?” “Yes,” you said noting the two of them as they stood there talking amongst each other. “That’s Mina.” Yugyeom explained. “And?” “Beside her is her clingy brother,” he continued. You knew the feeling. “And?” “And I was hoping you’d help your brother out and distract clingy brother so I can talk to her,” “Are you serious!” You exclaimed. Your brother pouted and put both hands together, “Please y/n. since I’m letting you stay here” he begged. “Fine,” you caved in. Yugyeom grinned at his small victory and you started following him towards Mina and her brother but remained vigilant of Jinyoung, who was still talking to the brunette. When you two approached Mina and her brother it was obvious that she had been waiting for Yugyeom to approach her as she perked up from her conversation with her brother. “Hey you two, are you enjoying the party?” Yugyeom casually asked. “We are,” Mina smiled. “Thanks for inviting us Yugyeom.” “This is my sister Y/N.” Yugyeom introduced. On cue, Mina introduced her brother. “This is my brother, Shownu. He just came back from his trip in Europe.” “Oh! Y/N’s always wanted to go to Europe.” Yugyeom said trying to find common ground for you to build up a conversation with Shownu. Now that you were closer you were able to have a better glance at Shownu. He was tall, dark hair with soft brown eyes and handsome. The black vee- neck accentuated his muscles and you hoped Yugyeom wouldn’t do anything stupid with Mina in front of Shownu because he could easily take him out. “Nice to meet you both,” you smiled. You heard the sound of giggles and noticed that you had moved closer to where Jinyoung was standing. “Mina, it looks like you could use another drink. Let’s go get you one,” Yugyeom offered, giving you a subtle nudge. He grabbed onto Mina’s hand and led her away through the party. When Shownu tried to follow you stepped in front of him blocking his path. You smiled up at him, “Are you having a good time?” Shownu shrugged, “A bit,” “Jinyoung, you’re making me blush,” you heard the brunette gush. Fine, if Jinyoung was going to be flirting with another woman then you saw no harm in flirting with Shownu either. Besides, you two weren’t together and had never been together. “Just a bit? Is there anything I can do to make it more enjoyable?” You bantered. Shownu raised his eyebrow then leaned comfortably against the bookshelf. “You already are. So, you’re your brothers wingman?” He grinned. You realized that Shownu knew exactly what you and Yugyeom were up to. You laughed, “Only when he needs me to be. So tell me about Europe.” You side glanced towards Jinyoung to see if he noticed but he still remained entranced with the other girl. You realized throughout the entire time you were talking to Shownu you may have been putting more enthusiasm to the conversation than need be hoping to gain attention from Jinyoung. When Shownu led you away to get you a drink you looked at Jinyoung through your peripheral to see if he had taken notice but both him and the brunette were gone. “How about dinner tomorrow night?” Shownu asked as he handed you a cup. Your flirting and distraction had worked as Shownu spent the remainder of the night with you and not clung to his sister’s side. You sipped at it lightly, scanning the room to see if you could spot where Jinyoung and the girl had gone off to but they were nowhere in sight. “Can I get back to you on that?” You answered, your attention elsewhere as you continued to look for him. Shownu smiled at you, “Of course.” “I’ll be right back,” you said as you walked away back towards your bedroom. You spotted Yugyeom whispering into Mina’s ear by the kitchen and smiled to yourself, happy that you helped your brother out. You had enjoyed hearing about Shownu’s trip to Europe and even made mental notes about places he recommended; however you wouldn’t deny that seeing Jinyoung’s attention directed to another woman left you with a lingering bitter and jealous feeling. After entering your bedroom you locked the door behind you for a little space and time to get away from the party. You walked into the bathroom to touch up your lipstick, feeling the buzz from the alcohol as you did so. Now that Yugyeom was busy and distracted maybe you could find Jinyoung. Your stomach tingled at the idea of sneaking off with him in the middle of the party. You heard the sound of the door opening from where Jinyoung’s room was linked too. Perfect timing, you thought to yourself. Giddy and excited you gave yourself the once over one more time before walking towards Jinyoung’s room. Your hand froze on the door knob when you heard a familiar giggle. “Mmm, I’ve been waiting for this the whole night.” And you immediately recognized the voice. It was the same brunette woman that Jinyoung had been talking to the whole night. No way. You thought to yourself as you pressed your ear against the bathroom door that led to Jinyoung’s room. More giggles were heard from the room. “Mmmm, that feels amazing.” She continued to purr. “Shhh,” you heard the deep and low voice. Your stomach churned, was that Jinyoung? It had to be considering it was the brunette he was with all night and it was his bedroom. Your hand remained frozen on the doorknob as you continued to hear moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin from Jinyoung’s room. You wanted to turn away and go back but you couldn’t move. Minutes had passed but it felt like hours as you listened to her build her way up to her climax. The sounds behind the door getting more aggressive, her moans even louder. Then you heard her release knowing she had reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. The room fell silent shortly after and you wondered if they were still in the room. “Let’s head back to the party before people notice we’re gone,” you heard her say followed by the sound of the party filling his room then silence. You let out your breath, realizing that you had been holding it in the entire time. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. Just beyond the door where you stood Jinyoung had fucked another woman. There were so many feelings mixing within you. Anger, hurt, disappointment, relief, you couldn’t comprehend which one you felt and realized you felt all of it. You were just another girl to Jinyoung, one among many others. You had just made it easier for him because he didn’t have to go to the coffee shop to pick you up. You were so naive to think there could have been something more between the two of you. To think you almost slept with him and broke the promise you made to yourself, you scoffed. It must have been fate that Yugyeom had always interrupted and you quietly thanked him and fate for preventing you from sleeping with Park Jinyoung. Maybe you were being too harsh, he was entitled to hook up with whoever he wants, however you felt like a woman scorned. Exclusivity was something you valued, even if there was nothing official between you two, you respected whoever you chose as a partner or lover and expected nothing less from the same person. Obviously, Jinyoung didn’t value that. I’m fine, I don’t care you told yourself but the uneasy feeling in your chest contradicted that. Pulling yourself together you left the bathroom and exited your room rejoining the party. You were still shaken up as you made your way through the hoards of people. When you turned the corner you spotted him and the mild pain you felt in your chest dissipated into anger. His eyes met yours from across the room and he smiled, the corner of his eyes wrinkling. You couldn’t believe he was smiling at you like that when he had just finished fucking another girl just minutes ago. If he thought you’d be next, he was in for a surprise. You rolled your eyes at him, noting the way his smile faded into a look of confusion. Which only made you more angry at how innocent he was trying to be. You felt Jinyoung’s gaze on you as you made your way to where Shownu was standing talking to a group of other guys. You grabbed Shownu by the shoulders and turned him to face you. It was probably rude of you to interrupt like that but you didn’t care at the moment, you were seething with anger. You side glanced at Jinyoung to make sure he was watching you as you reached up on your tippy toes and planted your lips against Shownu. You heard the boys behind Shownu let out a cheer at your random action. “Pick me up tomorrow at seven,” you said and without even waiting for his answer or giving an explanation you turned and walked way. You didn’t turn around to glance at Jinyoung but you felt his gaze bore into your back. Suddenly uninterested in the rest of the party you retired back to your room, locking the door to your room and the door to the connecting bathroom shutting yourself from the entire outdoor surroundings, especially Jinyoung.

You did your best to avoid Jinyoung the whole day, the anger still boiling within you after hearing last night’s events. When you closed your eyes at night you could hear the sound of the brunette’s moan still replaying in your head and the sound of her obnoxious laughter. It haunted you and only continued to fuel your anger for Jinyoung. You had to admit that kissing Shownu last night was a bit over dramatic and you felt guilty that you were using him as a means to seek revenge against Jinyoung. Even your outfit for tonight’s dinner was a bit over the top. The black material clung to all of your curves, dipping low in the back and cutting short in the front. You called this your lethal dress. With confidence you knew this would make any man grovel on his knees and putty in your hands. You stepped out of your room and walked towards the living room. The sound of your heel clicking against the floor captured Yugyeom’s attention and you were happy to see Jinyoung sitting there as well reading. “Hot date?” Yugyeom asked. Jinyoung looked up from his book and you waited for his reaction. It was barely even a glance before he went back to reading. All that effort into getting ready and all he gave you was a glance? You heard the doorbell ring. “That’s Shownu.” You announced and you remembered what Jinyoung told you the one night he had went out, “Don’t wait up,” When you answered the door Shownu’s reaction is what you had expected to see when you wore a dress like this. Unlike Jinyoung’s nonchalant reaction, Shownu’s eyes trailed up and down your body, his jaw hanging slightly open and at a loss for words. It was enough to repair your broken ego after the way Jinyoung had barely glanced at you without a second look. When Shownu still didn’t say anything you smiled, “Ready to go?” You asked. “With the way you look I don’t think I want to take you out anymore. I’d rather just go straight back to my place,” he teased. “You look amazing,” “How about dinner first and we’ll see where the night leads?” You flirted. “Gross. I heard that!” Yugyeom shouted from the living room. You smiled to yourself, hoping Jinyoung heard too. Not that it should matter. He obviously didn’t care. The soft jazz music played in the background as the candlelight flickered against the white tablecloth. Normally you would have enjoyed the atmosphere and the company of a man like Shownu but your mind was elsewhere as you picked at the plate of food in front of you. He continued to discuss his trip to Europe and you smiled politely nodding and faking interest. As cheesy as it sounded there was no spark between you and Shownu. He was handsome but you didn’t feel the pull that you had felt with Jinyoung. Even when you kissed him last night it didn’t leave you thinking twice about it the way Jinyoung’s lips had. You didn’t want to accept the fact that even though you knew Jinyoung had slept with another, a part of you still wanted him. There was another thing that lingered in the back of your mind. You didn’t want him as just a lover or to be another woman he slept with. You wanted to be his and his only. “Everything alright?” Shownu asked when he noticed how quiet you had become You looked up at him, “Yes sorry. My head is pounding,” Your head spun with thoughts of Jinyoung. “We’ll finish up and I’ll take you home,” he smiled, signalling for the waiter to bring the check. The car ride was silent on your way home but Shownu didn’t push thinking it was due to your headache. Was there something wrong with you to give up a nice guy like Shownu for Jinyoung who had one moment expressed interest in you only to sleep with another the next? When you arrived back at Yugyeom house Shownu followed you up the steps. He held onto your hand while he escorted you to the door. There was a lingering feeling of guilt for leading Shownu on as a way for you to get revenge against Jinyoung. “Thank you for tonight Shownu. I’m sorry I wasn’t feeling well,” “That’s okay. We’ll go out again when you’re feeling better,” he said brushing your hair away from your face. You smiled at him, “Goodnight,” you said turning to open the door. Shownu grabbed you by the hand turning you to face him then leaned in to kiss you. You stood there frozen, letting his lips roam over yours. Nothing. No spark, no burning need for him. Still you closed your eyes, hoping that maybe you’d feel something. The front door opened and Shownu pulled away. You turned to see Jinyoung standing in the doorway and your chest tightened. He looked directly at you, “Your brother’s waiting inside for you,” His tone cold. “I’ll be in in a sec,” you said avoiding eye contact with him. “Now.” He said opening the door wider. What’s gotten into him? You thought to yourself, slightly annoyed at the way he was acting in front of Shownu. “Good night Shownu,” You pushed past Jinyoung while entering the house. “Good night Y/N,” Shownu called after you. Jinyoung remained at the door eyeing him up and down before shutting the door without saying a word. Slightly annoyed you looked for your brother. Wondering why he was waiting for you when he knew you were out on a date. “Yugyeom!” You called out into the empty house. “No ones home. Yugyeom’s out with Mina and I don’t know where Youngjae and Jackson went.” You turned to face him, “You said he’s waiting for me,” “He isn’t. I was.” His voice dry. You tried to ignore the fleeting feeling your chest. If this was some kind of play to get you in bed then he had another thing coming. Jinyoung followed you as you made your way to the bedroom and leaned against the doorway while you removed your earrings. You didn’t say anything, hoping he’d take your silence as a hint to leave you alone. He watched as you kicked off your heels tossing them off to the side. You reached behind you to grasp at your zipper and paused to look at him. “What?” you glared. Jinyoung folded his arms across his chest maintaining an even gaze at you, “How was your date?” “It was fine.” You avoided meeting his gaze in hopes that he wouldn’t be able to tell you were lying. You tried to walk past him but he grabbed your arm and you looked up at him. “You know, when I decide to take someone as a lover then I hope they realize that I’m only exclusive with them and that I expect the same courtesy.” “Excuse me?” you glared at him. “You heard me. Tell me now if you have any intentions of sleeping with other men so that I can save myself the trouble.” He said coldly. You scoffed, “You’re one to talk,” was he really acting like this when just last night he had been with another woman. “Don’t give me all that bullshit about being exclusive when just last night you were fucking the brunette in your room,” you let out. Jinyoung let go of your arm, “What?” “Don’t play naive.” “It wasn’t me.” he testified. “Is this why you went out with that meat-head?” Jinyoung asked referring to Shownu. “I’m not stupid Jinyoung. I heard you two from the bathroom.” “Y/N. I’m telling you it wasn’t me. There were dozens of people at the house last night.” he clarified. You wanted to believe him but you heard with your very ears the familiar laugh of the brunette. “It was the same brunette you were talking to last night.” “Did you see me?” Jinyoung raised his eyebrow at you. “No but I heard you,” At least you thought you heard him. “You heard me? Did you hear her say my name?” Jinyoung asked grabbing onto your hips and backing you into the doorway. “N-no” you stuttered, caught off guard from the way Jinyoung’s body started to press into yours. You let your hands rest on his chest in an attempt to push him away but didn’t. “It wasn’t me Y/N.” He inched closer, his lips lingering just above yours. “Believe me, if it was me you would know it.” He caught your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged it gently, “You would hear her moan my name.” He moved to whisper in your ear. “Over..” His fingers dug into your hips while his lips enticed, “and over again.” Then his lips melded against yours as he kissed you. You were no longer pushing against his chest, instead you fisted your hands in his shirt pulling him closer to you. Then he rested his forehead against yours giving you a moment to catch your breath as you looked up at him. “It wasn’t you?” you made certain. “It wasn’t me. But thanks for letting me know that I have to burn my bed.” he smiled placing both hands on your cheek as he kissed you sweetly. “No one’s home?” you asked. Jinyoung shook his head, “No one’s home.” Giving him a sly grin you pressed yourself into him. You never knew if your brother would come barging in at any moment or the rest of the housemates would come back. “Then what are you waiting for?” Without a moment’s hesitation Jinyoung’s lips hungrily took yours. His hands roaming over your body as if unsure of where he should be touching first. When you reached for his pants he grabbed your wrist moving your arms above your head pinning it with one hand. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” His free hand moved to grope your outer thigh as he hiked your dress up. “I’m going to take my time” he murmured, his tongue trailing across your lips. He had meant it when he said he was taking his time with you. His lips moved slowly against yours, his fingers tracing up and down your thigh. The gentle kisses and caresses were starting to build a slow ache in your core and you were desperate for any kind of touch to dwindle the fire that started to burn within you. “Such a pretty dress,” he said catching the hem of the material in between his fingers. “Did you wear this for Shownu?” Before you could answer him, his hand had moved between your legs and your breath hitched as his fingers started moving in slow circles against the clothed laced. “Answer me, Y/N,” “N-no,” you shuddered. You couldn’t think straight as his fingers continued to rub against your core. The delicate lace material preventing you from feeling the full sensation of his fingers. “I wore this dress to drive you crazy,” “It worked. It drove me crazy to see you walk out the door wearing this with another man. Do you like that Y/N? Do you like driving me crazy?” He didn’t wait for your answer as he pushed the lace barrier aside, his fingers now directly in contact with your wet heat. You moaned, feeling the ache in your core alleviate before the pleasure started building up. “It’s my turn to drive you crazy now.” He murmured as his two of his fingers slid inside you. “Jinyoung,” you moaned, a burst of color appearing as your eyes closed to enjoy the feeling of his fingers inside you. “Mmm. See, you moaned my name.” he hummed, “Silly Y/N to think that I slept with another woman when all I’ve been wanting is to have you like this.” His fingers curled inside of you causing another moan to escape as you arched into him, “Then you try and seek revenge. Tsk,” he scolded as his fingers started to pump in and out of you. Without effort he found your sweet spot, eliciting the most lustful sounds from you. His mouth roamed along your neck, feasting along your skin as his fingers sent you to the deepest pleasures. You were thankful that he let go of your hand so you could grasp his shoulders for support as your legs grew shaky. “You’re so tight around my fingers. Will you be able to handle me when I’m inside you?” “Yes,” you answered breathily. “Oh really? Let’s see,” he slid another finger inside and you whimpered. “Hmm, I’m not so sure Y/N.” You looked at him, “I can take it,” you said with confidence, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. You watched as his grin turned into an ominous smirk. He removed his hand from you and enjoyed the way your brows furrowed, a pout forming on your lips. He grabbed your hand and walked you over to the bed. Jinyoung turned you around and your back pressed against him. He brushed your hair away from your shoulders, revealing the nape of your neck as he kissed it. His hands moving to the zipper on the back of your dress as he moved it down. Soon the black material pooled by your feet and he started working on the clasp of your bra letting it join the material on the floor. From behind he grabbed your breasts and your head tilted back to rest against his chest. His palm massaged your breast before taking one of your aroused buds between his fingers while you felt the twinge of pleasure and pain. His other hand traveled back down into your panties, his finger sliding up and down your lower lips. “Jinyoung,” his name escaped your lips again when he rubbed your central point unhurriedly, bringing you closer to the edge in a slow and torturous manner. “Yes?” he asked in a deep and low voice, his mouth just above your ear. “Please, let me feel you inside me.” You begged, your breath hitching when his fingers entered you again, curling his fingers when he heard your request. “But I’m enjoying myself,” he teased. He was testing your patience. “Jinyoung,” you squirmed against his hand not wanting to reach your high yet but you were close. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said, finally facing him. “It’s not fair that I’m near naked and you’re still fully clothed.” Jinyoung grinned, “I left your panties on.” He said gripping at your hips bringing you against him. “Then let’s make this even,” you said running your hands up and down his chest then pulled his t-shirt off. “I’m all about fairness,” he quipped, letting you undress him. It was your turn to bring him close to the edge as you pulled down his pants. You hooked your fingers in the top of his boxers and smiled when you heard Jinyoung catch his breath when you wrapped your hand around him. “Y/N,” he muttered under his breath as his eyes closed when you started to stroke him. You nipped at his bottom lip, “I can make you say my name too.” You ran your hand over his tip as you continued to stroke your hand up and down his length. “Fuck,” Jinyoung cursed. He had already tested your patience by taking his time with you, but you weren’t so patient as you started to stroke him faster. His hand grabbed your wrist to stop your movement. “Careful,” he grunted when he felt the clutch in his lower abdomen. He took a deep breath, saving his pride. You smiled, “But I’m enjoying myself,” you mimicked him then ran your thumb over his tip feeling the droplet of pre-cum trickle along your hand. Jinyoung hissed, “That’s it.” As he forcefully pulled your hand away from him. You felt a slight sense of victory when he lifted you and you felt your back against the mattress. In a swift motion he slid your panties down your legs as he threw them off to the side. His boxers joining just shortly after. He knelt between your legs and you suddenly felt very conscious being so open to him. At this point he could probably see how wet he made you and the ache that built up had you squirming underneath him as you eagerly anticipated him. “Mmm,” you cooed when you felt him run his length up and down your opening as he lubricated himself with your wetness. He leaned over, kissing you softly and gently. His tip lingering at your entrance. Jinyoung moved slowly into you as he felt your warmth stretch and envelope around him. You were thankful he had entered you slowly, giving yourself time to adjust to his size. Jinyoung groaned when he started to move his hips. His lips colliding with yours while his hands gripped at your hips. His thrusts becoming more even as he started to find his pace. “Jinyoung!” you cried out at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure throughout your body. “Fuck Y/N,” he cursed, as he continued to thrust his hips forward. His mouth making his way down to your breasts as he nipped one of your buds in his mouth. You arched up to meet his mouth as your hands ran up and down his back, feeling your climax approaching. Each thrust of his hips bringing you closer to your peak. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Your high was approaching soon but you didn’t want it to end. Jinyoung was close too as you felt his pace quicken, his thrusts more erratic. You felt the buildup in your core, the tightening in your stomach that begged for release. You didn’t know how much more you could take as the lewd moans escaped your mouth and with a final cry you moaned his name. Feeling the tension that had built up in your core finally unwind. Jinyoung groaned when he felt your walls clench around him. Then you felt his release as his strokes started to steady and his warmth fill you. He buried his face into your neck, his breathing heavy. He tried not collapse his whole body weight onto you. Finding his senses, he rolled off you, his breathing labored and the hair around his temples damp. He pulled you onto his chest, holding you. “Give me a minute” Jinyoung panted, his eyes closed. Propping yourself onto your elbow you looked at him. He opened one eye to catch you smiling down at him then chuckled pulling you towards him to kiss you. “I’m sleeping here tonight,” You raised your eyebrow at him, “Is that so?” “Yup, especially now that I know what happened in my bed last night,” he smiled at you brushing your tousled hair away from your face, “And because I plan to have you again.” You grinned leaning in to kiss him again, looking forward to the rest of the night.

You woke to the sound of your phone buzzing. You whined, it had only been a few hours since you had fallen asleep tangled in the sheets with Jinyoung. Your body exhausted from your night spent with him. You reached for your phone, hoping not to disturb Jinyoung as it continued to buzz. Jinyoung groaned, his arm wrapped around your waist. “If that’s Shownu, tell him your busy sleeping with me and that you’re not going to be seeing him anymore.” Jinyoung mumbled his eyes still closed as he tightened his hold around you. You laughed, then answered your phone, “Hello?” You paused listening, “I see. Okay thank you.” Then you hung up the phone. Jinyoung sat up, pressing his lips against your bare shoulders, “Who was that?” he asked. “My landlord. There’s more problems with my sprinklers. It won’t be fixed until next week,” you explained. “Looks like you’ll be staying longer.” Jinyoung’s hand trailed down your thigh under the sheets, “I’m thinking of switching to a hotel,” you grinned. Jinyoung scowled, “Why?” “You were right. I don’t think my brother and your housemates want to hear me moaning your name,” Recalling the events of last night. “Point taken,” Jinyoung kissed you lightly. “I’ll join you. There’s no way I’m going back to that bed,” he said pointing in the direction of his room. You smiled, snuggling against him and he wrapped his arms around you. He kissed the top of your head while his hand ran up and down your arm. There was a comfortable silence as you listened to the steady sound of his breathing while you both lay naked in bed.

“Hey Y/N can I-” Yugyeom barged into the bedroom frozen in spot at the sight of you and Jinyoung snuggled in bed. Mortified you sat up clutching the sheets and pushing yourself as far away from Jinyoung. “Um… okay. Ew.” He said shutting his eyes tightly and backing out of the room, shutting the door as he did so.

You were mortified as you felt the deep crimson of your cheeks. Jinyoung looked at you, “Do you think he’s mad?” He asked.

You shrugged, “I think he’s more traumatized than anything. What do we tell him?”

Jinyoung pulled you back to lay down then maneuvered himself on top of you. “I’m gonna tell him that I plan on dating his sister and getting very close to her,” Kissing you lightly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck already feeling his arousal press between you. “Really?”

He grinned, “That is, if you’re willing to break your rule. I am you brother’s housemate after all.”

“I think I can make a one time exception.” You grinned pulling him into a deep kiss.

Lea ♡

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hockeyytrash · 6 years

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Alaska - Chapter Twenty Five

-3500 words-

It's been two weeks since my date with Auston. Over the course of those weeks, I received a few texts here and there, but I haven't actually seen him since our game of trivia and dip in the pool. That means it's also been two weeks since I came to the conclusion that I was falling for Auston.

Although I don't have tons of experience in the dating world, I have watched a good number of chick flicks and rom-coms. From these great pieces of film, I know that if a guy was really interested in you, he would definitely ask you out again or at least propose a similar idea a lot less than two weeks after your initial date.

This theory and quotes from icons such as Regina George and Cher Horowitz have been echoing in my head every minute of every waking hour. At first, I thought he was just busy. I mean, he is a professional hockey player after all. But I know for a fact that he has had more than enough time to type a few words on his iPhone and press send.

However, Carly has had no problem with texting me non-stop. We've hung out a few times but only for lunch or a movie here and there. She has tried to drag me out to some of the Leafs' games, but I have been so busy with finalizing my early graduation that I haven't been able to go. Good news is though, I have been approved to graduate, and I'll be getting my diploma in the mail any day now!

The only thing that seems to be missing right now is a certain brunette center for the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Friday mornings are the absolute best, now that I don't have to go to school for 7 hours a day. I feel like now I can actually get things done and start moving forward with my life. Today's agenda includes finding an internship or job, house hunting, and grocery shopping. Exciting stuff, man.

Technically, I'm not house hunting. I'm apartment/condo hunting. My mom, Tom, and I came to the agreement that they would help pay for an apartment of my own until I can fully support myself as long as I find a job or paid internship. I was ecstatic when they told me about it because I can't wait to get out of the house.

So for today, my first order of business will be apartment hunting. I scheduled a couple of house tours yesterday with my first one starting at noon. Seeing as though it's only nine, I decide it's acceptable to go grab coffee somewhere until my first tour.

I arrive at one of the many quaint coffee shops downtown a short 25 minutes later after throwing on jeans and a jacket. I snag a table by the window and unload my laptop from my bag before ordering a large coffee from the counter. My concentration rises a half cup of caffeine later, causing me to get sucked into my research on job openings in the area. So when my phone dings out of seemingly nowhere, I had a small heart attack.

Angry that my concentration was now broken, I unlock my phone to see a new text from Auston sitting in my messages. I quickly read over the short but sweet bubble which said: "Hey, what are you up to today?" Swoon-worthy!

I type a quick reply, telling him I'm touring apartments all afternoon. Not five seconds later, my phone buzzes again with a new message from Auston: "Time and place?" Smiling like an idiot, I tell him to pick me up from the coffee shop in ten minutes because the first tour is at 12. He eagerly agrees, making me giddy. I know I shouldn't get ahead of myself and make this out to be more than it is, but I can't help the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

After chugging the rest of my coffee and packing up my things, I hear beeping outside. I immediately recognize Auston's Range Rover as the culprit when I step onto the busy Toronto street. I stride over to the passenger's side and swing open the door, climbing as gracefully as I could inside. Auston looks at me and gives me a small smile, which I return before buckling my seatbelt.

After sharing silence-ridden minute, I break the tension.

"As much fun as the silent game is, I would eventually like to tour some apartments today," I say, trying not to sound like a complete bitch. He blinks and then smiles, pulling the car away from the curb and back into the flow of traffic.

"I know directions aren't our forte, but would you mind telling me where we're going?" he says, tapping his fingers on the leather steering wheel.

"I think you meant directions aren't your forte. I'm perfectly fine with them," I counter. He scoffs in disagreement.

"That just isn't true," he says, turning the SUV in the direction my hand was pointed. I steal another glance at him, pleased to see a big goofy smile on his face. That might be my favorite feature of Auston's. I can't help but smile whenever he has that stupid grin on his face. And don't get me started on those lips, they're just so-

"See something you like?" Auston says, snapping me out of my embarrassing daydream and into an even more embarrassing reality. I shrug my shoulders, trying to seem unimpressed with his looks, however, it's not true. If I were to answer honestly, I'd start rambling about his big brown eyes and perfectly pink lips.

"Nope," I say turning my attention away from him, "take the next left."

He rolls his eyes but reluctantly follows my directions. I open my phone to double check my directions to make sure I was telling Auston the right way to go. Although, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to give him a taste of his own incoherent directions. The GPS confirms my initial thinking, proving my sense of direction to be spot on today.

For the next six minutes or so, a comfortable silence ensues, save for the soft hum of the radio and my voice calling out directions every so often. We arrive at the first apartment complex early, giving us enough time to navigate the parking garage and find my realtor in the lobby.

Auston stays by my side, walking so that his hand brushes mine a few times. Out of habit, I speed up a little, anxious to see the apartment. I spot Nichole, my realtor, by the elevators, causing me to steer Auston and I in her direction. She looks up from a folder chock full of different colored paper and smiles when she recognizes me.

"Ah, you must be Alaska!" she says, extending a wrist clad wrist toward me. I shake her hand and politely nod.

"It's great to meet you, Nichole," I say, returning her friendly greeting, "I hope it's ok that I brought Auston, my -- friend -- along with me."

"It's no trouble at all! As they say, the more the merrier, and apartment shopping is no exception!"

"Great! Is the apartment ready for us?" I ask, trying not to sound rude. She nods excitedly and motions for us to follow her.

"Absolutely! Come on now, let's go check it out!"

I glance at Auston who wears a lazy smile on his face, then gently tug on his sleeve, urging him to follow me and Nichole. He catches on, taking large strides to the elevator where Nichole had already stopped to wait. She begins giving us some background information on the building itself such as its history, amenities, and location. She continues chatting about the pros of the apartment as we ascend up the elevator to the 6th floor.

The doors open, exposing a long wallpapered hallway that was scary, to say the least. Nichole leads us through the paisley patterned prison, stopping at apartment 607. As she fishes through her purse for the key, I sneak a look at Auston who wore an expression of horror similar to mine. I cringe to let him know that I, too, did not care for the swirly patterns that coated the walls around us.

"Is it just me, or are the walls moving?" Auston whispers close to my ear, evoking an untimely laugh from me. He quickly shushes me with a grin, nodding his head in the direction of Nichole who had just found her keys.

"Aha! Here we are!" she exclaims, swinging the wooden door open to reveal a nice sized apartment. Auston and I wander in spreading out to look at the living room before us. The first thing I notice is the awful pink carpeting that ravaged the poor floor, wall to wall. I look at Auston and make a gagging expression in the direction of the Pepto Bismol nightmare while Nichole had her back turned. He nods in agreement then quickly turns around when Nichole faces our way.

"As you can see, some work needs to be done, but don't let that cloud your creative vision! This place has lots of potential! There's a nice sized kitchen around the corner and a walk-in closet in the bedroom. Follow me!" she says excitedly.

Despite my growing hatred of the place, I follow the middle-aged woman into the kitchen. It was, indeed, a nice sized room, however, everything was outdated and begging to be replaced. After a few more glances around the room, Nichole leads us to the bedroom with the famous walk-in closet. The room is quite small, but the large windows are hard to beat. However, being on the sixth floor means my "view" is of the surrounding buildings.

As the tour comes to a conclusion and we file out of the elevator, Nichole turns to face us with her folder in hand. I raise my eyebrows as she crosses something off the page with a pen. After she's satisfied with her work, she looks up at me with a smile.

"Alright, now that we got the - lower end - option out of the way, let's continue on to apartment number two! Do you two want to meet me there?" she asks after letting a sigh of relief.

I smile now that I didn't have to act like I actually liked that place, then nodded, agreeing with her suggestion. Nichole and I look to Auston for his opinion, seeing a hint of a smile on his face.

"Yeah, sure. Let's do it," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Alright, I'll see you guys there! I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised by this one," she says before turning and clicking towards the exit to the street. I follow her actions, heading for the parking garage entrance, Auston trailing behind me.

After a small debate about what floor we parked on, Auston sighs in defeat and climbs into the SUV. He quickly navigates us out of the garage and then follows the few directions I had to give him, considering the building was on the same street just farther downtown.

"So why are you looking at apartments anyway? It didn't even register with me until now," Auston says, keeping his concentration on the road ahead of us. I toy around with the idea of cracking a sarcastic joke but decide against it.

"Well I just graduated and sent in my application to University of Toronto, so my mom and stepdad told me if I kept my grades up and eventually find a job, they'd help pay for a place of my own," I explain, staring out the window at the blur of people crowding the streets.

"Okay, I know Canadian schools are most likely different from schools back in the US, but does the school year seriously end in the winter?" he asks, scrunching his eyebrows together.

"They are different from schools back home, but they still get out in June like the US," I say, turning to face him.

"Then how...?" Auston asks, letting the end of his question trail off.

"I had enough credits and passed the finals I had to take, so they let me graduate early."

As the car comes to a stop at a red light, Auston turns to me with a huge smirk. I raise an eyebrow, already hating what he's going to say next.

"So you're a nerd... I gotta say, I did not peg you as that," he says, chuckling a bit as he finishes talking.

"I am not a nerd, thank you very much!" I protest, smacking his shoulder playfully. He rolls his eyes, egging me on.

"Whatever you say, nerd," he laughs, pulling into the parking garage of the second apartment building. Once we're parked, I groan and slide out of the car, heading toward the entrance to the lobby.

Like the last building, Auston and I meet Nichole by the elevators where she starts her bit about the building and what it has to offer. However, unlike the last building, the decor is more modern with bright pops of colors.

Unfortunately, when we enter the actual apartment, the whole place is even more brightly colored. My head starts to hurt as I take in the daycare-esque decor. The tour continues in the bedroom which houses a bright orange wall, completely ruining the balcony located on the opposite side of the room. Auston seems to share the same discomfort with the fruit-colored, well, everything.

I'm happy when Nichole ends the tour earlier than the other, leading us down the elevator and across the lobby.

"So, what did you think about that one?" she asks with a serious expression. I can't help but say it like it is, knowing that if I tried to fit it into better terms, we'd be here for a while.

"Honestly, unless we can paint all the walls and change all the furniture, it's not for me," I say, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

"Unfortunately, the building has a strict no painting policy, but the furniture can be changed," she says, adding a bit of good news at the end for effect.

"Yeah, I don't think it's for me here. What about the next place?"

"That's quite alright. Based on this, I think you'll like the next place. It's much more modern and neutral toned," she says, shuffling through the papers in her hands.

"Great! So we'll meet you over there?" I ask, wanting to move this process along.

"Perfect! It's not too far away... only two or three blocks, so you could walk if you're up to it," she says, waving on her way out the door. Auston heads toward the door to the street a few moments later, leaving me behind. I jog to catch up with him, confused as to where he was going.

"Auston, where are you going?" I ask, reaching his side and copying his strides.

"To the next apartment," he says, shrugging. I roll my eyes and shiver from the biting Toronto weather.

"Of course it has to be cold as hell," I say, burying my hands in my jacket to keep warm. My focus is drawn to the pavement we move across, my eyes mesmerized by the blur of cement that passes beneath my boots. The feeling of something covering my head causes me to rip my hands out of my pockets and investigate. My hands feel the familiar curves and material of Auston's Yankees hat.

I look up at him with a genuine smile. He stops walking and turns to fully face me. I furrow my brows in confusion, thinking he had to be a madman to stop in the middle of the freezing cold.

"Auston, what are you doing? Let's go, I'm freezing," I say, nodding my head in the direction of the apartment. Instead of following me, he takes out his phone and holds it up so that the camera is facing me.

"Auston, I swear if you take a picture of me," I say, trying to sound as threatening as possible.

"Alaska, just shut up and let me take your picture. You actually look cute right now," he says. My mouth drops open in surprise and a scoff tumbles out.

"I actually look cute? Excuse me, I'm always cute," I say, pouting. The sound of the camera shutter rings out through the air, making me practically pounce on Auston so that I can see the picture. He holds it out to me and waits for my comment. I smile and grab the phone, quickly sending it to myself.

"Mmhmm, that's what I thought," he says, beginning to walk again. I blow him a kiss as a sarcastic thanks before uploading the picture to Instagram.

@alaskamay: toronto, auston's finger, and me!

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@austonmatthews: damn my finger looks good

@marner_93: I thought this died

@stephlachancee: @marner_93 never

@carlyyvalentine: wuttttttt

@williamnylander: u wear that better than matts

@alaskamay: @williamnylander I agree

@43kadri: your photographer sucks

@austonmatthews: @43kadri thanks

@carlyyvalentine: you two are too cute

@alaskamay: @carlyyvalentine :)

The last apartment tour was surprisingly a success. I ended up really liking the whole place and the location is great. Like Nichole said, this one was way more modern, with mostly gray and white decor and hardwood floors throughout the entire place. My favorite feature though is the huge windows everywhere and the fact that the apartment is on the 21st floor means I actually have a view that isn't just someone else's window.

Nichole said she's going to close the deal in the next few days, so I should expect to start moving in next week. However, Auston did so graciously offer me to stay at his place instead so I wouldn't even have to spend the money. Needless to say, I declined.

The last hurdle of my long day was the walk back to Auston's car because not only was it still cold, but it was also dark. Auston claimed he was fine, although I'm not sure how because I was shaking it was so cold.

Relief only came when the car heated up and the heat was on full blast on the way back to my house. The drive was reasonably quiet, a few words shared here and there. When we pull into my driveway, I involuntarily groan.

"What's wrong?" Auston questions, concern written all over his face.

"My mom's away again. I swear I don't even have to move out to live alone," I say, unbuckling my seatbelt. Auston puts the car in park and turns to me, his face partially lit from the light on the porch.

"Do you want some company?" he asks, even though it's the last thing I want to hear. It's nearly impossible to keep my distance from him when he does this.

"No," I say simply before I can even think it through entirely. He frowns, looking puzzled as ever.

"Why not?" he asks, clearly confused. I don't blame him. I hadn't been giving any signals that said I didn't want to continue the night.

"It's just that," I say then pause, "I can't ruin this by overstepping the boundaries, you know?"

"I don't think watching a couple movies and eating ice cream counts as overstepping boundaries unless you were thinking of other things," he says innocently. I analyze what he said in my mind, trying to decide whether I should take a risk or play it safe.

"You're right, what's a few rom-coms going to do?" I say, climbing out of the car.

"I mean we don't have to watch movies. We could do - other - things," Auston notes with a smirk, after turning the car off, effectively silencing its soft purr.

"Ugh, get your head out of the gutter, Matthews."

Sincerest apologies for not updating in like five years! My computer wasn’t working and then my charger broke, so i haven’t been able to really write anything. However, I did crank this chapter out for you guys, so I hope you like it!

#auston/mitch #auston matthews #Auston Matthews imagines #mitch marner #william nylander #Toronto Maple Leafs #Hockey Fanfiction #hockey imagines #hockey #nhl imagines #nhl #fanfic

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an-exotic-writer · 7 years

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yoongi; i don’t like you(r cooking)

❝to say yoongi was excited or at the least interested in you was an understatement. on the other hand, do you know what is undercooked? your chicken pie. ►3341 words // scenario, post-based

Yoongi wakes up to a shit ton of noise outside his door and already he can foresee this is going to be a terrible day. Out of all the days he gets a break and it’s going to be one where the management decides to play a game of 'what noise does Min Yoongi hate the most on a peaceful and quiet day?' Oh yeah, Yoongi dreads for when they carry out a renovation or quote services to improving your stay here unquote bullshit.

So what does he do?

He, apparently, walks out of his bedroom with a disheveled appearance that paints him to be a caveman hibernating for god knows how long and yanks his front door open in irritation. With eyes barely able to open and mouth still full of cotton, he only registers what’s going on when his conscious saves him the guessing and reveals the answer in a form of a person with… a pie?

He gives himself a wakeup call to rub his eyes and shake off the sleepiness heavy in his system, willing to a couple of seconds before he confirms that he's not seeing things. Blinking two consecutive times, he still sees a pie. Okay, it is a pie. No doubt about it there.

His eyes direct him to the owner of the pie and it’s a face he’s never seen before. Admittedly, he isn’t good with faces but if he saw this one... let’s say chances were high he’d recall.

Yoongi decides to be polite... first.

“Can I help you?”

Nervousness shows in your smile, anxiety trembling at your fingertips as they drum the bottom of aluminium casing. Shifting your weight from left to right, the will to man up and say something dipping in your eyes before you find the words to speak, he only waits patiently (not bad, Min Yoongi).

“H-Hi. I live next door and I wanted to come down to-”

“That old lady finally decided to sell her place?”

Look, Yoongi can only try to be polite.

“I’m sorry?”

“...oh shit. Okay, what I meant was-”

“Yes, she did,” You cut him off before he can try to explain himself and if that wasn’t the definition of being saved by the bell, Yoongi doesn’t know what is. He sighs in relief and shakes his head, eyes clenched shut with a soft how do I say this and he does say it as: “I’m kinda... how you call it...”

“...direct? Honest?”

“Woah, one assumption at a time,” He holds a hand up, the other resting by his hip and when your smile drops from the slight hospitality, he breaks out into a grin, “Both right, by the way,”

“Good to know the few times I decide to be a smart ass it works out,”

He puts his hand out, “I’m Yoongi,”

You juggle the pie on your forearm, a free hand inching out to place in his for a small shake, “I’m Y/N, as I would’ve introduced before,”

“Ah, right,” Yoongi retracts his hand, as to how yours return to hold onto the pie, “You new here?”

“Have you seen me before?” Your head tilts a little at the end of your question, and Yoongi finds it easy to smile in the early of the day when he should be asleep. In other words, he’s one hell of a grump if he’s interrupted in his sleep so to be smiling at this hour where he’d murder anyone who dares threaten his rest... it speaks miles of Yoongi’s patience here.

“If I did, I would’ve remembered that face,”

There’s an indirect wink when your face scrunches up at the answer but it’s not necessarily... bad? It’s just - well - however you try to put it, ah, whatever.

“I made you a pie. You know, since we’re going to be neighbours,”

“And you can cook?” After the implication you’re pretty, it’s more or less a little too much for two compliments in a row so you hand him the pie regardless whether he was ready to hold onto three hours of dedication and time. He snorts at the lack of your response but at the spark in his eyes as you back away, you wave and give a reply of: “I try sometimes. See you around,”

Yoongi only clicks his tongue and backs into his apartment, watching you enter yours with a hint of red cheeks. As he closes the door behind him, padding his feet to the kitchen is where he takes a spoon to whip a generous bite. With a mouthful of the taste of chicken that’s... undercooked. He forces it down his system before setting the whole pan aside with a cough.

“She wasn’t kidding when she said she was trying.”

Yoongi was always known to be a direct person but... look, it’s you here.

You, who moved here barely two weeks ago but Yoongi has his head shoved up into your-okay nope, that’s gonna sound wrong. To put it to simpler terms... Yoongi found that the things you do either make him smile from the moment he sees it or he’ll complain of how annoying it is but soon gives in because it’s you. Either one, whichever, however, Yoongi was hooked and there’s no way he’s going to unhook by being an ass (something he’s told he’s a master in).

The whole trying to figure out whether he’s interested in you took him less than twenty-four hours because he was screwed. He could only hope you’d return with a reason for him to see your face. He’d try to create opportunities to get to you know you better and while it’s been working out pretty damn great so far (no joke, he’s about to get on one knee to ask you to go out on a burger date with him), in terms of how his fridge is holding up the food you keep giving him isn’t doing so swell (cue the drums for when someone makes a joke that needs the help of a percussion so people know it’s a joke).

So what does he do?

Does he be rational and try to tell you in the nicest way possible that your cooking could improve with a little constructive criticism because it’s not what you say, it’s how you say it? Or does he invite a friend over for a meal who has no idea of what’s in store?

Hey, Yoongi might be a lot of things but he’s not shady... except now.

“Okay, I know you can’t cook for shit but you’re not that bad,” Seokjin clears his throat, taking the glass of water to down whatever he just ate. Was it chicken or pork? Seasoned or cooked as it is? He was more confused than Yoongi was and for someone who cooks more than all possible fingers and toes he has... that speaks volumes of Seokjin’s abilities.

“Aha, I knew you were smart, hyung,” Yoongi scoffs, nudging away the undercooked chicken away and Seokjin gazes down to the plasticware that he’s certain it doesn’t belong on Yoongi’s shelves because since when did Min Yoongi buy colorful containers?

“I didn’t cook it,”

“Yeah, you didn’t. It’s still undercooked and-”

“No,” Yoongi laughs this time, shaking his head, “My neighbour gave me all of this,”

“All of this?” Seokjin’s confused, surprised and intrigued all at once. Mostly curious, “What? Are you dying or something? Am I late on the bandwagon to know you’re about to die a bachelor?”

“Asswipe,” Yoongi mutters under his breath, swatting Seokjin’s hands away so he can seal the lid, “I’m doing just fine and I’d live until the day your kids disrespect you to your face and agree Uncle Yoongi is much better than Old Man Kim,”

“Alright Uncle Min You-Can’t-Cook, how did all of this food appear?”

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy,”

“I already do, so go ahead,”

Yoongi releases a breath and looks Seokjin in the eye, almost daring Seokjin to look away if he doesn’t want to know but Seokjin’s a bit ballsy for someone who looks like they aren’t.

“My new neighbour who just moved in a couple of weeks ago made them. And I think she likes me which is good because I like her but I can’t tell her I don’t like her cooking,”

Five seconds of silence, four more to let it all digest, three degrees of Yoongi squinting his eyes to slits, two pair of eyes still on each other and one hell of a - “You’ve lost your fucking mind,” Seokjin tries to keep his composure but completely loses it when he bursts out laughing. Yoongi only rolls his eyes with what he can before they shut tightly at Seokjin’s on-going cackling that sounds like a thousands sheep echoing within the four walls of his apartment.

“I knew you wouldn’t take this seriously,” Yoongi mutters under his breath, already moving to pack everything up to shove into his fridge that when he opens it, Seokjin wipes the tears from his eyes from laughing too hard at his friend’s insanity until he sees that... oh my god.

“Shit, Yoongi... you weren’t kidding?”

Yoongi gives his fridge door a good nudge until Seokjin has a good view of the lined storage he knows Yoongi would be too lazy to even bother storing but since it’s given, he’s doing his best to make it look like he appreciates it. Which, by the way, he really does and he goes to sleep with guilt every night knowing he doesn’t quite enjoy eating it as much as he claims to but when the morning arises with the slight possibility you’d come by his door and light his day up with a smile, how could he resist?

“I half-wish I was,”

“...do I want to know why your wish is cut in half?”

“Because that means she likes me, don’t you think?”

��Okay, I’ll let you have that but,” Seokjin hops off the stool and walks over to rummage through from a variety of dishes to fried rice and dessert, it’s clear that whoever who made this for Yoongi was passionate and dedicated but... someone needs a better cookbook to follow. Or more reliable websites to check for recipes.

“You’re not gonna tell her?”

“Listen, hyung,” Yoongi clears his throat, nudging the older away before using his hip to close the fridge, “If it was that easy, I would’ve done it a long time ago,”

“You mean sixteen dishes and two desserts ago,”

“I get it, I get it! But I’d like to see you try,”

Seokjin laughs again but this time it’s because it’s even more absurd than the revelation to why Yoongi suddenly has a bundle of meals to last him a lifetime, shoving the latter away by brushing his hand from his shoulder.

“This isn’t my problem here,”

“Chickening out?”

“...show me.”

A coincidental arrival of someone special and now two smitten hearts later, with a freshly baked pie in Seokjin’s hands because Yoongi forced him to answer the door instead, Seokjin now sees Yoongi’s struggle.

“...I can see why now,”

“Thank you.”

In all honesty, when Yoongi begged Seokjin to take some food back home with him, he doesn’t feel bad for his friend but for you who have been so generously caring and it’s everything Yoongi deserves if only he was honest. So now, ladies and gentlemen, what does Seokjin do?

Does he quietly take the food and mind his own business like what an OG homie should do? Or does he take the food, bring it home, get one of his trustable, cook-worthy cookbook with him back to where Yoongi stayed? Option two, people. Número dos.

Seokjin waits patiently as he gives a knock on the door, hoping that this time it isn’t an old man about to punch him square in the face or a cranky middle-aged woman who claims he’s stealing her precious beauty sleep because man, does he have bad memory to which unit Yoongi complained about all his life since moving here. But he endures it, decides it’s worth it when a familiar smile greets him as the door opens.

“Oh? Seokjin?”

“Hey, how’re you doing?” Said person smiles, with a charming smile to back up what he’s about to say and a book held behind his back he grips on tighter because he’s sure Yoongi wouldn’t hesitate to fist his eyeball out if he knew what his friend is doing.

“Anything I can help you with?”

“...as a matter of fact, yes,” Seokjin reveals what he has and it seems to capture your attention. With eyes glued to the cover, he smiles when you do, the same time your eyes meet.

“I’ll fill you in with a secret, yeah? My friend earlier ago is completely head over heels for you that he can’t tell you that your cooking... uh...” He notices the hint of solemn dwelling in that he already knows this is going to be hard so he - “No no no, I mean - it’s not bad, okay I’d be lying if I said that but it’s-”

“-horrible, isn’t it?” You finish for him, and Seokjin’s eyes widen at the words he didn’t say but swore he did. He blinks a couple of times at your acknowledgement, only resulting to a nod in case Yoongi manages to come out and whack him upside down for trying to meddle in other people’s business.

“I know... it’s just - I’m trying to improve and considering Yoongi’s kind of...”

“Cute?” He sees you’re about to jump in on it but he can’t help but fix himself because - “Oh what the hell did I just call him cute? Shit,”

Your laughter is the only thing saving him from getting his ass dragged across the halls, lifting his worry away when you’re taking this much better than he had expected. Some people can’t take criticism or the fact that they can’t get the same feedback they imagine in their head so, this was eons better than what he pictured on the way here.

“He seemed happy and looked like he enjoyed it so I continued giving him some? Whenever I asked him for feedback he’d brush it off and talk about something else so I wasn’t too sure but... I guess it’s really bad, huh?”

“...eh, don’t say it like that...”

“Seokjin, we just met and you don’t live here. You can be as honest as you want to be,”

“Your chicken was undercooked and not seasoned well. The coleslaw could be chopped up better with a little more mayonnaise and your garlic bread... I could recommend a pre-made mix that tastes really good,”

There’s a simliar silence from earlier on between Yoongi and Seokjin but this time it’s between Seokjin and someone he shouldn’t be talking to. Here is where Seokjin’s heart beat so loud he bets with all his life assets you can hear them. It isn’t until you break the quietness that stills between the pair of you when you chuckle, smile still very much lingering on your face, “You’re as honest as Yoongi, aren’t you?”

He eases up, his guard not letting down easily yet, “I guess that’s one of the reasons why we get along,”

Seokjin isn’t sure if he should apologize now or wait until you’re done vocalizing what you thought of his... brutal honesty but he waits. What is it, you ask? He doesn’t know, either. Biting down on his lip and watching as you reach out for his cookbook, he only lets you take it as you ask while flipping through the contents, “If I follow this, do you think I’ll cook... less bad tasting food?”

Great, now Seokjin feels like a dick.

The saying comes from what he always told other people: just because you have a dick doesn’t mean you have to act like one.

“L-Look, Y/N, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings in any way but... I didn’t think through what I said and-”

“Is this what Yoongi thinks too?”

...it had to get worse, didn’t it?

“I... uh... Y/N...”

“Hyung,” A (horrifyingly) familiar voice calls from a distance and Seokjin looks over his shoulder to see two eyes he’s seen since he was seventeen and knew there and there he’d grow up until seventy with him. Nervously licking his lips, Seokjin can’t say much when Yoongi gets him to leave, his cookbook still with you but Seokjin assures it’s for you anyway and makes a bolt when Yoongi is giving him the look where if he doesn’t run, he’ll make him.

Now standing in front of you, face to face, Yoongi’s honest for the first time.

Well, second.

“What Seokjin said earlier... yes, it’s exactly what I thought too,”

“...and after all this while you never bothered to tell me?”

“I...” For once, Yoongi was speechless, unable to find the right words to say when usually he had too many to choose from. Noticing your sad eyes makes it harder but it kills him to be misunderstood so he speaks up. “I couldn’t,”

“What do you mean you-”

“You spent so long making them, cooking even though you barely have time for yourself and you give all that hard work to me so how could I possibly tell you your cooking was bad?” Yoongi’s arm inches forward and you could only hope he pushes it a little further to let his hand hold onto yours but regret gets to him and pulls it to his side, remaining there as he says: “I’m sorry, Y/N. For not being honest but... I thought if I told you I didn’t like your cooking, you’d not want to talk to me and I realize how stupid that sounds now but I - Y/N,”

With a raised brow, fidgeting fingers against the book in your hands, Yoongi collects the guts to ask: “W-Would you like to have dinner with me?”

He sees how confusion starts to take over and he doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing (good because you don’t look sad, bad because... now he’s confused too. did he say something wrong?).

“Let me get this straight. You’ve been lying to me for two weeks about my cooking and now you’re asking me out on a date?”

Yoongi doesn’t see what’s so confusing about that.

“...pretty much, yeah I guess - hey! That hurt!” Yoongi yelps when you use Seokjin’s gift to hit him, a couple of times of a smack until you’re satisfied with the way Yoongi’s whining and grabbing onto your hands with a frown.

“Y/N, I’m sorry! But I-”

“Yes, you idiot,”

“-couldn’t just-...what?”

Yoongi’s grip loosens on your wrists and his eyes dilate with curiosity as he gapes at you.

“Did you say-”

“Yes,” You sigh, wiggling your hands from him (that he wants to hold a little bit longer but he’ll take all he can for now), “I’ll go on a date with you,”

“...even after all I did? Or rather, all I’ve never said?”

“Yeah,” You admit, reaching out to lightly punch his chest with no effect or strength in it, “Even after all that,”

There’s a pinch of need to clarify something at the bottom of Yoongi’s heart the more he looks at you. No doubt, you’re all smiley now but he has to get this off his chest in order to be able to sleep well at night.

“I’ll be honest now whenever you cook for me, okay?”

“...okay,”

“But if I do, you won’t hate me, right? I can get real honest if you wanted me to and you crying if I said your chicken tasted like rubber stockings wouldn’t be a pretty sight,”

“Depends,” You flick the cover of - “Your friend’s cookbook better be good,”

He shrugs.

“Eh, I think after all you’ve cooked I don’t think that gives you the right to-”

“If you still want me to go on a date with you, Min Yoongi, zip it,”

“...consider my mouth gone.”

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