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day 10: virginity

nct/wayv 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Liu Yangyang NSFW

🖤 warnings: outing your bro as a total virg, secret crushes, situation-typical coercion, overuse of brospeak/yangspeak🖤

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"I'm not a fucking virgin. Get out of my room."

Yangyang's voice holds more vitriol than you've probably ever heard from him, and that's how you know that you and Renjun - mostly Renjun - have officially crossed a line.

"It was just a joke," says Renjun.

You smile, but it feels more like a grimace on your face. "Obviously it was a little-"

"I mean, sorry if you're sensitive about it," he continues, absolutely unapologetic. "Like, okay, Xiao Dejun, way to be mad about nothing."

Yangyang fixes him with a look that would send a lesser zodiac sign running. "I told you to get out of my room."

Renjun, Aries sun, just shrugs. "If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be so mad."

But Renjun does leave, and you follow him out, giving Yangyang another pleading smile that he misses entirely as he turns around to clamp his headphones over his ears and glare at his computer screen.

What was supposed to be a chill night in Yangyang's apartment is ruined. His roommate is out of town and everything (Ten is cool but he's overbearing, and he wins every single board game that the lot of you try to drunkenly play, so you don't miss him this time).

But Renjun had been bragging about his latest hookup-turned-Something, with an insufferable guy from the music department, when the cursed line had been uttered.

Yangyang had showed about three seconds of disinterest, and Renjun had snapped, "At least I'm getting some. Not like some adult virgins we know."

It was vague but pointed, undeniably mean. Renjun can be mean, everyone knows that, but it's not usually used against any of the friend group. That's why, at this sudden slight from one of his closest friends, Yangyang immediately blushed an angry pink and lost his shit.

The two of you were banished from Yangyang's bedroom, where the PS5 is, but not from the apartment yet, so Renjun makes himself at home on the couch while you head to the kitchen for a beverage of some kind. And to clear your head.

You'd never even thought about Yangyang's virginity status before. Why would you? He's your friend, a dorm neighbor from freshman year who turned into a friend after one too many floor parties spent together.

Renjun really called him out, and from the over-the-top anger he'd received in return, you can't help but think that Renjun was one hundred percent right. You go on the occasional date that the boys know about, and Renjun is mostly out of his thot phase now but there was a while back there when he was getting around impressively. Ten, Kun, Chenle...even Dejun has incredible cringefail dick game.

But Yangyang...

"Did you really have to say that?" you ask, joining Renjun on the couch with a bottled coffee thing that you're pretty sure is Ten's.

He glances at the drink. "Ten-ge is gonna be pissed."

"Because you were kind of out of pocket."

"I didn't think he'd be so..." Renjun sighs. "I'll apologize when he chills out."

That's a good plan, in theory.

Only in theory, though, because Yangyang doesn't chill out. Not for the rest of the evening.

After another hour or so on the couch with you, Renjun knocks on his bedroom door, to no answer. He calls it a night and heads home soon after that.

You stick around.

The dude very obviously had his feelings hurt, and eventually he's going to need to talk about it. Ten is usually the one who gets Yangyang to open up, but he's not here, so you think you're probably the next best thing. A very far second.

It's a dumb thing for anyone to be upset about. Especially someone as interesting and funny as Yangyang, someone so cute, so attracti-

Well. No reason to go overboard.

You knock on Yangyang's door, this time. It's late now, creeping closer to midnight, but you know that Yangyang doesn't sleep until the sun comes up again.

He doesn't answer. You knock harder.

The door flies open, Yangyang's snarling face on the other side. "Jesus fuck, Renjun, go shove a-"

"He went home," you interrupt.

"Then you should-"

"Can we talk?" you ask. "Pretty please?"

"About what? All the ass I'm not getting?"

You shrug. "If that's how you wanna phrase it, I guess."

It wouldn't surprise you if Yangyang stuck to his guns on this, but he sighs. He lets the door fall open more, as he turns on his heel to head back to his gaming chair.

"Can't wait until Hyuck and the whole hip-hop team know that I'm perpetually bitchless," Yangyang says.

There's a second of pause while you try desperately to figure out who Hyuck is - Renjun's fuckbuddy, that's it. The mop-headed one that Ten hates. And then you move to sit on Yangyang's bed.

"Renjun wouldn't do that," you say. "He felt really bad."

"He never feels bad."

That's kind of true, but still. "You guys are friends. He wouldn't wanna, like, fuck up your life on that scale."

"People are gonna know that I'm bitchless, and then no one will ever talk to me again."

"Stop saying bitchless, it's weird," you say. "And I really don't think anyone cares."

Yangyang spins his chair around to face you, your knees nearly touching as he looks at you with imploring puppy eyes. "It's not like I'm not trying, dude."

"Third-wheeling Ten to Johnny Suh's frat parties does not count as trying."

He ignores you. "I wanna get laid. It's just a lot of work, and people are so fake, and-"

"Just fuck someone you know," you interrupt. "It's either a total stranger, or someone you know well. Those are the best choices.

"Really?"

"In my experience, yes."

There's a beat of silence, and then, slowly, Yangyang's face breaks into a devious, awful grin.

It takes you another few seconds to figure it out.

"No!"

"Oh, come on!" he whines.

"Not if we were the last two people on earth!"

"You're already here!"

You scoff. "Oh, yeah, because that helps your case so much. Just what everyone wants to hear. 'You're convenient!'"

"It's not like that," Yangyang says. "You know I think you're amazing."

You're unreasonably touched, for an instant, by his choice of flattery. Not hot, not cool. Amazing.

"I know you're desperate, but it's a bad idea," you say.

But even as you protest, you know how you feel.

Yangyang is a good friend, a buddy. He's also irresistibly charming and quick, increasingly handsome as he's grown into his features over the few years you've known him. You've kind of got a soft spot for him, more than for any of your other friends, and you're suspecting that he kind of knows it.

"Fine," he says. "I'm just going to deal with my virg sadness by rubbing one out."

"Ew."

As if daring you, Yangyang slips his stupid cutoff tee over his head, standing there in just his low-slung shorts. He dramatically walks the semicircle around you and flops down on his back on the other side of the bed. You eye the pale jut of his ribs against his skinny torso, the wispiest excuse for a happy trail-

"You can leave. Or you can stick around," he says. "Y'know. If you want."

"You wouldn't dare-"

But he dares, hands going to the buckle of his thick cloth belt.

Well.

Ten's not home, and won't be home all week. Renjun is gone.

You stand up from the bed, as Yangyang is still undoing his belt with agonizing slowness, and slam and lock his bedroom door. Can't be too careful. Lots of people know the passcode to get in here. And the last thing you want is Guanheng or Chenle or someone coming in here and seeing this.

Seeing you, as you throw the last of your caution right out the slightly-popped window and climb right onto the bed again.

Right onto Yangyang.

He yelps, like he thinks you're attacking him, as you move to sit on top of his thighs, effectively pinning him to the mattress. The open belt and button of his shorts is tempting, though the thick band of his boxers has been visible the whole time anyway.

Yangyang's face, however, is just intrigued. Flustered, a bit, but not scared. His hands twitch against his covers like he wants to touch you, but isn't sure if he can.

"Do you actually wanna be un-virginized?" you ask, annoyed despite all of your interest (how did you get here?!).

He nods as well as he can, hair fanning against his pillow. "So badly."

Your heart is fluttering. You hate to admit it.

"Then it's your lucky day."

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[misojunnie]

THE ENEMY ZONE - lyy.

the second installment of the angst archive.

prompt 13. “did you just forget about me or something?”

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inspired by @peakwak on tiktok (bicker pov series)

genre: childhood frenemies!yangyang x fem!reader, high school au (ft. xiaojun)

warnings: lots of bickering, substance use, insecurities, not much else, brief description of gore (from horror movie), universe era wayv, held back ten

featuring: nct chinaline + aespa’s karina

playlist: summer by the volunteers, as it was by harry styles, now or never by halsey

taglist: @msxflower @enhacolor @hiqhkey

network tags: @nctcreations​ @ficscafe​ @k-radio​ @kflixnet​

word count: 30.3k

yangyang lacks the courage to tell you he really wants to be with you.

[more below the cut!]

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It all went back to that day in third grade. That fateful day when Liu Yangyang, the snotty idiot who lived a house over, smashed your face into your birthday cake just as you were finished blowing out the candles. Your brother laughed at you too, that asshole. With clumps of red velvet and cream cheese frosting stuck to your cheeks, you sobbed until his mother had to come pick him up and make him apologize the next day bearing a box of ferrero rochers as compensation for the emotional damage.

It was certainly the worst memory of your life. Ever since you could remember, Yangyang had always been the cause of your worst memories: when he beat you in the election for class president in eighth grade and put extremely sarcastic apology chocolates in your locker, when he found out you had a crush on his friend Yukhei and told the whole school the next day, or when he stole Chenle’s favorite set of crisp neon highlighters and put them in your desk. You got detention when the teacher found out.

Even last week, he snuck outside and dumped hot sauce into your morning coffee perched on the windowsill facing his house. You learned to never put your mug anywhere near the windows after that.

Liu Yangyang was the bane of your existence. And the worst part of it was that he was your neighbor. You could not escape him, quite literally, and he didn’t seem to want to leave your life anyways. In short, with him around, there was no peaceful way to live your life. It was almost as though he made it a daily goal to disturb you.

Of course, there were some days where he wasn’t so bad. Three years ago, he ordered you jjajangmyeon and had it delivered to your door when your parents weren’t home, and he knew you didn’t know how to cook. Albeit, that was the last time you could remember he was sweet to you.

Even now, TV blasting some obscene horror movie out his windows, he was an annoying presence in your life. Not enough to be a bully. Maybe just a mosquito.

You groaned in annoyance, slamming down your laptop on the cushion of the coach next to you as you stood up, stomping your way over to the window and leaning off the window sill. The night breeze was soft on your face, and you could see Yangyang sitting on his couch inside, curled into a little ball underneath a blanket as he watched the rapidly flashing TV with rapt attention.

“Turn down the fucking TV, nerd!” You yelled out the window, attempting to be heard over the loud screaming of the girl on the screen who appeared to be in agonizing pain as the antagonist ripped out her intestines. Yangyang slipped a piece of popcorn into his mouth, reaching for the remote and silently turning the volume up. You huffed, and  a satisfied expression passed over his face as he snuggled deeper into his blanket. His cozy position pissed you off. You reached your arms through the window frame, slowly climbing out, wearing only your thin pajamas that did nothing to protect against the cold wind. Upon seeing your exit, Yangyang paused the show and ran over, severely alarmed.

“The hell are you doing? Go back inside you little creep.”

“I’m the creep? I’m not the one who watches a girl get murdered every other night.” He rolled his eyes, leaning his elbows against the window frame while you dusted the dirt from your shorts, now safely on the ground.

“Maybe I’m imagining it’s you.” “You’re a very scary person.”

“I know.” He said with a little smile that made you want to slap him across his face. When neither of you moved, he flicked your forehead, making you gasp and grab the sore area with a scowl. “What’re you still doing outside?”

“I’m not going inside until you turn the volume down.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged. “If you wanna stay outside in the cold by yourself, that’s your problem, not mine.”

“I will talk over the entire movie.”

“I can always shut the window, dumbass.” He said, before slamming the glass in your face, going back to his nest of blankets and laying down comfortably. 

You supposed you could have gone inside at that point. After all, his window was shut and the sound of horrific murder wouldn’t be as loud, likely quiet enough for you to study in peace, maybe even read a bit after with the sweet, sweet sound of utter silence. But this was Yangyang you were talking about. Hell would freeze over before you let him live peacefully. Plus, you could still hear the screaming through the glass, and that was enough of a reason to keep bothering him.

Not a minute passed before you began to rap your knuckles on the window. He didn’t pay attention, and you sped up to double time, wrists beginning to hurt from flinging your fists back and forth for so long at a time, and after multiple minutes of glass rattling knocking, he sat up and opened the window again. 

“What. The fuck. Do you. Want?” He staggered his sentence exasperatedly, and you flicked your fingers towards the remote in his hand. 

“Turn down the TV.”

“You’re welcome to join me if you don’t like hearing it from across the street.”

“As if.” You scoffed. “I’m trying to study, so I’d appreciate it if you’d spare me some silence for a few minutes.” He pondered dramatically, hand on his chin before sighing and strumming the windowsill with his long fingers.

“Yeah, I suppose I could do that for you.” Your eyes widened in surprise. This had to be the first time in years that Yangyang actually agreed to do something for you, anything at all. It was nice. Suspiciously nice, and it made you admittedly uncomfortable.

“Are you serious?”

“I look serious, don’t I?” The answer was undoubtedly yes. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, before making your way back to your window.

“Alright. Thanks then.” You said dubiously, and he gave you an angelic wave before disappearing into his living room, snuggling below the blankets once again.

Yangyang didn’t lie. Once you were safely through your window —you found that getting back inside was a much more complicated ordeal than getting out— you sat down with a warm cup of tea and your laptop, ready to crack down on your chemistry homework with some serious grit and determination.

A few minutes later, the screaming was back. You could hear laughing from the house over as you grit your teeth painfully tight. You leaned outside the window, but you saw he had beat you to it, head poking out the window with a shit eating smile.

“You said a few minutes.” And then he slammed the window shut.

You ended up calling the police. There was a mysterious screaming coming from the house over and it just wouldn’t stop, you told them, and a squad of policemen arrived at Yangyang’s door shortly after 11 pm, ready to catch a serial killer, not a 5’8 teenager in red sheep pajamas clutching a glass of milk in his right hand and a snickers bar in his left.

Did you almost get him arrested? Yes. But was it worth it to see the look on his face when the officers knocked him down and pinned his hands to his back? Also yes.

That’s what you get for not turning down the TV.

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As usual, there was a knocking upon your front door at 7:30 am. No, it wasn’t Yangyang, but your best friend Karina swinging by the walk you to school like usual with a croissant in her hand and dark circles under her eyes. She didn’t bother to listen to your morning greeting, just stepping inside, seeming like she might nearly pass out with a mouthful of flaky pastry.

“Give me coffee.” She deadpanned. It wasn’t a question, but a demand, and one that you had gotten used to quite quickly. You reached for the steaming pot on the coffee maker and Karina’s favorite mug: with the blue hearts, of course.

“I assume you didn’t sleep well?” You chuckled, handing her the cup of steaming coffee, and she sipped it without a change of expression.

“When do I ever?” She asked rhetorically with a sigh, downing almost the entire cup in one go and slamming it down on the counter like a shot cup. “Hit me again.”

“You’re going to have a heart attack. C’mon you caffeine freak, let’s go.” You said, taking the mug from her painfully tight grip and setting it down on the table, before you looped your arm through hers and led the comatose girl out the door.

“I’m going to kill Hendery next time I see him.” She said suddenly, and you rolled your eyes at the familiar name. Hendery, Karina’s loving but very odd boyfriend, always seemed to cause problems one way or another.

“What’d he do this time?”

“He keeps taking shit from my closet, and he thinks I don’t notice. It’s so stupid, why does he think I don’t see him? He tried shoving my shirt under his hoodie, and when I asked him why he had a bulge under his shirt he said, get this, that he was pregnant. I’m breaking up with him.”

“Rin, I’m sure he just wants something to remember you by.” You said, rubbing her back and attempting to soothe the girl, who looked at you like you just told her the sky was purple.

“I’m not dead, y/n.” Before you had a chance to give her a proper snarky response like she deserved, a 5’8 thunderstorm of a boy ran out of his front door and headed for you like a missile, hands outstretched and ready to attack, maybe pull out a bit of your hair if things went his way.

“Y/n Qian!” He screeched, landing on you before you got a chance to try and run away. He lifted a fist, then realized he wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do once he was on top of you, simply holding the fist in the air threateningly without much action behind it. “You called the fucking cops?!”

“You deserved it, you little freak!” You said, and clearly you had more inspiration to use your fists than he did, slapping him away and escaping from his grasp. “Next time, maybe pipe down the agonizing screaming when it’s almost midnight!” Karina helped brush the dust off your uniform, not even phased by the fighting.

“I almost got arrested.” He pouted, brushing off his own blazer with a petulant frown. “One big guy knocked me over and pinned my hands to my back. It was traumatizing. You’re lucky I’m not suing for intentional infliction of emotional distress.”

“I know, I watched the whole thing.” You said smugly. “The sheep pajamas are adorable, by the way.” Yangyang’s eyes lit in flames, and he scrambled to grab you.

“You little-” You grabbed Karina’s hand and ran, laughing as the boy failed to try and keep up. “Y/n! When I get my hands on you-”

“What happened this time?” Karina asked flatly, Yangyang’s voice fading as he struggled to run after you, and you shrugged nonchalantly.

“He wouldn’t turn the TV down.”

“Of course he wouldn’t.” She exhaled exasperatedly, assisting you in running away, hands clasped together as the two of you flew down the street, hoping to reach the school before the fiery blond did.

It was safe to say that Karina was very used to your bickering.

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“So, when you’re calculating the cosine of an angle, you have to remember that the cosine is equivalent to the ratio between the adjacent side to the hypotenuse-”

“Y/n.” A voice whispered from behind you, and you inhaled sharply at the interruption, trying to focus on teaching the confused boy in front of you.

“We can see that the hypotenuse is equal to 35.4 so-”

“Y/n” He whispered again.

“So if the adjacent is equal to 12-”

“Y/n!” He whispered more urgently this time, and you let out a slow exhale, attempting to ignore the hissing boy.

“Uh, I think someone’s trying to get your attention.” Xiaojun said quietly, pointing to Yangyang, hanging off the edge of his chair behind you and leaning as close as he could to your table without physically touching it. Upon Xiaojun’s comment, you reluctantly whipped around, tongue poking into the side of your cheek with annoyance.

“What do you want?”

“Can I borrow a penci-”

“No.” You cut him off immediately, tossing a crumpled paper at his face, which made him scrunch up his nose, picking it up off the floor and throwing it at the back of your head as he rolled his eyes.

“Please, I left my case at home.” He begged.

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“C’mon, you almost got me arrested this morning, you owe me.”

“I don’t owe you shit.” You said with finality, and he seemed to give up, sighing and turning around in his seat to bother one of his seatmates —you didn’t get why he didn’t ask them from the start— and in turn, you went back to your tutoring.

“You almost got him arrested?” Xiaojun asked with wide eyes, and you sighed.

“It’s a long story.”

“This is a long class.” You flicked him in the forehead, which dampered the anticipating grin on his face.

“Answer the problem, then I’ll tell you.”

“Yes ma’am.” Xiaojun said, pulling out the pencil from behind his ear as he gripped his note cards seriously. A few seconds into the problem, he paused, hand hovering over the paper and only a few marks on the page from the lead of the pencil. “I may need some help with that.” He scratched his head cluelessly.

“You definitely need some help.” You said, turning the page so it faced you both and pointing to a variable with your pencil, slowly teaching him the equation. 

A few minutes into your session, Xiaojun pressed a bit too hard on the page, the tip of his pencil snapping as the bits of lead scattered across the page, staining the white paper a dark gray. He sucked in a breath between his teeth.

“Fuck, I forgot my pencil sharpener.” He groaned, and you reached into your pencil case, removing a pencil and handing it to him like it was nothing.

“Here you go. I have a spare.” His eyes lit up gratefully.

“Thanks, y/n.” He said with a smile, getting back to the page, and you waved off his thanks casually. From the seat behind you, Yangyang tugged his lower lip between his teeth, bending his head down and attempting to focus on the page of problems before him, yet he found his mind wandering.

“So she did have another pencil…”

Lunch rolled around before you had time to properly finish working on your homework, and you and Xiaojun parted ways, the latter with somewhat of a more refined understanding of the material than he had when he first entered the classroom. Satisfied with your tutoring job, you exited the classroom ready to meet up with your friends for a peaceful lunch. Your mom had packed bibimbap for lunch today, your favorite, and you couldn’t wait to eat it.

The birds were chirping, the breeze was soft and gentle, and it felt nice on your face. Even your teachers had been more gracious than usual, sparing you from the daily 3 page trigonometry packet with the excuse that summer was coming soon, albeit it was likely just because they didn’t want to grade anything. Today was undoubtedly a nice day, and you couldn’t wait to sit at your favorite spot for lunch, under the biggest willow tree on the edge of the courtyard, with your friends and enjoy the winter day. Nothing could spoil your good mood today.

Except for maybe one person.

“Lend me the notes for Chemistry, will ya?” Yangyang yawned, his delicate hand hovering over his mouth, the corners of his eyes watering as he rested his elbow on your shoulder, following while you walked.

“Why should I?” You scoffed, and he did that stupid pouting face he always does whenever he wants something from you, bottom lip jutting out and eyes wide.

“C’mon, please? I slept through fourth period and nobody woke me up.”

“That’s your fault for watching horror movies until the ass crack of dawn.”

“Oh, so you were paying attention to me?” Yangyang wiggled his eyebrows, and you grit your teeth. “God, can you just leave me alone? I’ll never love you back. This is a romance destined to fail. I’m afraid I can’t reciprocate.” He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically, and you slapped him on the arm aggressively, making his skin prickled. “Ow!”

“In your dreams, idiot. Go find some other poor, unsuspecting victim to get your notes from. I’m not giving shit to you.”

“But I want your notes.” He said, continuing to follow you like a lost puppy, even when you got to your meeting spot under the willow tree. Your friends waved, having anticipated your arrival but rolling their eyes when they saw the boy trailing after you.

“Ay, scat, you twat.” Ten said, waving Yangyang off with one of his hands, nails painted a bright red and rings scattered across his fingers. “We want a peaceful lunch.”

“I’ll scat when I feel like it, Mr. Chittaphon.” The younger boy said, crossing his arms as Ten leaped up defensively, but Sicheng put a hand on his arm and pulled him back down. “I’ll talk to you later about the notes.” He turned his attention to you.

“Or you could not.” You groaned, sitting down, but Yangyang blew a sarcastic kiss and walked away, hands buried in his pockets as you skittered to the best spot under the shade, resting your head on Karina’s lap, despite the glare Hendery gave you.

“Jesus, he’s a bother.” Ten grumbled, now spread out on a gingham picnic blanket with a sandwich clutched in his hands, his grip on it so tight, it was obvious he was imagining the dusty blond’s face on the bread. “I don’t see why you put up with him.” “It’s not really like I have a choice.” You sighed, rolling off Karina’s lap and onto your stomach, kicking off your shoes and letting your feet rest on the dewy grass. “I live next to him, after all.”

“You live next to him?” Xiaojun piped up with wide eyes, and you suddenly became aware of his quiet presence, clearing your throat and suddenly wishing that your feet weren’t so bare and exposed.

“You must be new here.” Ten said nonchalantly. “That reminds me, who is the cutie with the blue hair?” At his comment, the cerulean haired boy stiffened up.

“This is Xiaojun.” Hendery said, pushing him from the back, making the awkward Xiaojun stumble forward slightly, and he seemed to retract like a crab out of its shell, legs tensing up and crossing. He had never seen so many eccentric people in one little space before. With the combination of Ten’s spiky turquoise hair and dog collar, plus Hendery's strange extrovertism and terrifying customer service smile, he was beginning to regret sitting with the group until you waved sweetly.

“Yeah, n-nice to meet you guys.” He said, waving back.

“Don’t ask him if he’s single.” Karina threatened Ten, who shrugged and went back to eating his sandwich. “He just transferred from China, so don’t try it.”

“Ah, so he’s fresh meat.” Ten said, rubbing his hands together. “Welcome to hell, buddy. You got lucky, you just found the most tolerable group of people in SM High.”

“Tolerable is one word.” Xiaojun laughed nervously, and Hendery pinched his cheek before laying down on Karina’s thighs happily.

It didn’t take long before everyone split off into their own conversations, Karina and Hendery bickering about whether a butt was one or two things —he said two and she said he was stupid—, and Ten seem preoccupied with trying to cling onto Sicheng, who harshly rejected him every single time. That left you and Xiaojun, sitting a few feet from each other awkwardly, not sure what to say.

“Sorry about them.” You laughed gracelessly. “Uh, you might be better off moving to a different friend group if you don’t want to be looked at sideways.”

“I don’t mind. I think I’ll get used to it.” Xiaojun said sweetly, and you swore your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you like that, eyes crinkled into crescents and a soft smile on his pink lips.

“I hope so.” You cleared your throat, looking away, and he looked down awkwardly at the broken contact. “Uh, did you finish the homework?”

“Thanks to you. I should really start paying for the tutoring.”

“No need. I’ll gladly do it for free.” You said, and his cheeks flushed red slightly, fingers twiddling with each other in his lap nervously.

“I appreciate that. Me being new and all, sometimes it’s a bit hard to adjust. Thanks for making that easier.” A smile broke out on your face before you could stop it, and your annoyance from the day dissipated in an instant at the sight of his soft grin.

“Anytime.” 

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Jealous was a good word to describe Liu Yangyang. What’s his was his, what’s yours was his, everything was his, and he didn’t like to share. He may seem cute, but he guarded his belongings like a feral animal at the slightest threat that they might be taken away. You found this out in fifth grade when you threatened to steal his new air Jordans, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair and wrenched like his life depended on it.

Which is why he wasn’t very pleased to discover that you hadn’t had much time for him lately. Not that he wanted to hang out with you. He simply found that having less time to annoy you meant having less fun.

“Lemme get one of those.” You whispered quietly, pointing at the bag of fruit snacks in his hands silently to prevent your request from being detected by your drawling teacher. He held out the bag to you, but before you could get one out of the bag, he snatched it away with a smug look on his face, tossing another of the delectable fruit gummies in his mouth with a satisfied pop. “Asshole.”

“That’s what you get for not lending me your notes.”

“You’re still stuck on that?”

“When have you known me to let go of a grudge?” He had a point. You leaned back in your seat, arms crossed as you let out a frustrated little huff. He took notice of your pouting, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, you’re not actually annoyed, are you?”

“Who says I’m not?” Reluctantly, and after a bit of thought, he finally held out the bag to you with a serious look in his eyes, pressing his lips together. An excited look passed over your face, hand extending to reach for the bag.

“Thanks-” He snatched it away.

“When hell freezes over.” He munched. God knows how much you wanted to punch him sometimes.

Just as you raised your hand to give him a well deserved slap on the arm, a smooth voice interrupted from the seat over, quietly whispering as he leaned in.

“Hey, do you have the notes from last period? I missed the lecture because of orientation.” Xiaojun whispered, and you looked up mid-motion, slowly bringing your hand back to your side with a sheepish smile.

“Ah, yeah.” You reached into your bag, removing a firetruck red notebook filled with post its and doodles made with pen, flipping halfway through the pencil covered pages before handing it over. “The next four pages.”

“Thanks.” Xiaojun said with a smile. “We still on for tutoring today?”

“Always.” You gave him a thumbs up and he happily flipped through your notes, jotting them down in his own notebook silently.

“Hey.” Yangyang nudged you in the side, and you sighed at the sudden intrusion. Mood killing seemed to be Yangyang’s specialty as of late. “How come you tutor him but not me? I have worse grades.”

“Is that something to be proud of?” You raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. “He just transferred. He needs help adjusting to the curriculum.”

“But you do it for free.”

“Xiaojun doesn't need to pay. You, on the other hand, would have to lasso the moon for me to tutor you. Pay attention and you won't need my notes.” You said, flicking him on the forehead and pushing him away. 

Yangyang wasn’t jealous. Yangyang wasn’t jealous at all, at least that’s what he told himself whenever you didn’t have enough time for him.

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“I’m not sure I understand this formula.” Xiaojun said, the tip of his pencil tucked between his lips in the corner of his mouth. “What’s this variable stand for?”

“The length of the horizontal major axis.”

“I thought that was b?” He said, visibly confused, and you chuckled under your breath, leaning a bit closer to the paper, and to the blue haired boy, to get a better view of the problem that was confusing him so badly.

“No. When you’re using the formula for an ellipse, you have to put x-h to the second power, over a squared.” You explained, hand on the paper as you demonstrated, your thighs touching lightly. You barely noticed that you were practically glued to each other’s sides until Yangyang cleared his voice loudly from behind you.

“If you could refrain from clinging onto him, he might understand the work better.” He said, dropping a ball of crumpled paper onto your hair, which you yanked off and tossed to the ground, rapidly pushing away from Xiaojun, the latter looking very surprised.

“Piss off. Like you’re one to be talking about understanding work.” You scoffed, tossing an eraser at him, but he caught it before it could make contact, curse his reflexes.

“Your loss of a perfectly good eraser.” He shrugged indifferently, turning the eraser over in his hands and giving you a smug smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.” You simpered facetiously, and he turned back to his seat, but not before sticking his tongue out at you childishly. “Christ…” You groaned, rolling your eyes and turning back to your tutoring sessions.

“Why does Yangyang bother you so much anyway?” Xiaojun asked curiously, leaning it to prevent the younger boy from hearing his inquisition. You weren’t really sure you had an answer for him. Your bickering with Yangyang had gone on for as long as you could remember, ever since he was old enough to formulate proper insults and you were old enough to summon up a comeback. Neither of you questioned why you didn’t like each other, you just didn’t: simple as that. 

“Because he’s an asshole.” You said simply, which was essentially the short version of your internal monologue. “And he likes to make me mad.”

“You seem to like to get mad.” Xiaojun said, and you glared at him fiercely as he raised his hands in silent surrender. “I just mean- I don’t know what I mean.”

“He doesn’t like me.” You said, wielding your pen like a weapon as you shook it matter-of-factly. “So he decided to annoy me. There’s no reason.”

“It doesn’t seem like he doesn’t like you.” Xiaojun said, and you narrowed your eyes, raising your eyebrows like a challenge to his statement. “I think he rather likes you, in fact. What kind of person would spend all their time thinking about something if they didn’t like them?” His question made you wonder. Was he right? Did Yangyang really just annoy you because he liked seeing your reaction? Did he maybe not hate you as much as you think he does?

You shook your head, banishing all thoughts from your brain as you tapped on the paper with your pencil.

“I’d rather not think about Yangyang liking me. That’s a pretty scary thought, you know.” Xiaojun shrugged, his eyes lingering on you for a moment, even though you had already looked away, before he turned back to the assignment.

“Y/n!” Xiaojun yelled after you as you rushed out of class, not wanting to be caught by a particular dusty blond who would insist on your help. Xiaojun caught up to you, trying to match your quick pace. “Let’s have lunch.”

“I thought you didn’t want to sit with the others?” You laughed. Xiaojun hadn’t joined your lunch group after a particular incident with Hendery a few days previous. It wasn’t a great story, but let’s just say it involved a violation of the poor boy's backside. Seems Hendery found a new victim to his pranks once Sicheng got used to them.

“I’ll get over it soon.” He laughed nervously, subconsciously rubbing his ass. “But no, I meant just the two of us. There’s good hot pot down the street, I thought it might be nice to relive my time in China for a while.”

“I love hot pot!” You exclaimed excitedly, digging through your pockets for your wallet. “I'm happy to go, if I have the money.” Xiaojun waved you off.

“It’s on me. Consider it payment for the free tutoring.” He flashed a charming smile that made your heart speed up to double time.

“If you’re sure.” You said, slowly putting your almost empty wallet back into your pocket. Not that you’d admit it to anyone, but you were running short on funds recently. Maybe you’d think about taking up Yangyang’s offer to tutor him.

“Come on,” He said, gently taking your wrist and pulling you along. “I’ll show you where it is. It’s not far.” 

When he touched your skin, a tingling feeling went straight through your nerves and up your spine. You could smell his green tea hand lotion from a mile away and see every strand of cerulean hair poking out from his shaggy bangs. He smiled softly at you, pulling from the front, not paying attention to anyone that watched you exit. As you passed your typical eating place, you could’ve sworn you heard Ten wolf-whistle, but you walked past without paying any attention. All you could see was the boy before you, and how magnificent he was. Maybe you had spent so much time craning over your schoolwork that you became numb to how beautiful he was, because you were suddenly wondering how you had spent so many hours sitting within a one foot proximity from him when he had a gaze like that. In fact, you could begin to feel your palms get sweaty from the contact, and you lightly wrenched your hand from his. He didn’t seem to react very strongly.

It didn’t take much time before you were off campus and clear of the security guards, only the two of you to pay each other company on the short walk. There was a pleasant breeze, cold wind sweeping through your hair and clothes, leaving you a bit chilly and wishing you hadn’t worn a tee shirt in the middle of winter, silently cursing your brother from taking back his old jacket —and your current favorite one— the minute he got home from college. Xiaojun seemed to notice the way your teeth chattered, looking around for something to do. He himself was only wearing a thin button up, not much to offer unless he stripped, so he did the first thing he could think of. He took his hands in yours, cupping them together and breathing into them, the heat warming your palms and sending a shock up your spine. You sure didn’t feel cold anymore, your cheeks the temperature of Florida in summer.

“Are you cold?” He asked with concern, your chilled hands still grasped in his, and you shook your head feverishly.

“N-not at all.” You stuttered, and he nodded, letting your hands drop but not separating them, tucking both of your hands into the pocket of his baggy pants. Neither of you spoke about the arrangement, simply walking in silence. Suddenly your tongue felt a bit too awkward to sit comfortably in your mouth, and all the questions you wanted to ask were stuck in your throat, swallowed up before they could see the light of day. So you settled on silence, walking hand in hand and wishing that the shop would show up soon, because you didn’t want him to feel how clammy your hands were adn your speedy pulse pounding in your wrist.

“Ah, we’re here.” Xiaojun said with a smile, releasing your hand, and you let out a silent breath of relief at the lack of contact, although your hand felt significantly more lonely than it did a moment before. You mirrored his smile, setting your hands down on the back of a wooden chair and lowering yourself into the seat comfortably.

The restaurant was small, albeit comfortable. It was cozy and homey, the walls covered in movie posters and little vases of a single daisy on every table, the crystal reminding you of the vases your mother used to keep around the house.

“It’s nice.” You breathed, your breath no longer visible in the air. “And warm.”

“It’s my cousin’s.” He said suddenly, and your eyes snapped to him in surprise. “I suppose I forgot to mention it. I came to live with him after I moved to Korea.”

“Why did you move to Korea after all?” You asked curiously, and he took a seat across from you, sitting down with a little sigh.

“I wanna be a singer.” He said nonchalantly, and your eyes lit up in excitement.

“You can sing?!”

“A-a little bit.” He stammered, clearly flustered by your enthusiasm. “Most of my family are singers. I’m actually the worst one.”

“Gosh, I’m sure that’s not true! I can already imagine you on a stage. You have to sing for me sometime.” You said with finality, extending a hand, and after an awkward moment of silence, he laughed. A tinkling laugh, probably the first genuine laugh you had ever heard from him. It sounded like bells from heaven.

“Sometime, I’ll sing for you.” He agreed, shaking your hand with a small smile.

“I look forward to it.” You grinned coyly, and he rubbed his lips together, subconsciously touching his cheeks to see if they were as warm as they felt. “I suppose there’s a lot I still don’t know about you, isn’t there?”

“I think you know more than most.” He chuckled. 

“Well, I want to know more.” You said, resting your chin on your hand. “I think you can make it big as a singer here. You’ve got the charm, the personality, and I’m sure you’ve got the skills.”  Heat rushed to his cheeks, and he rubbed his hands across them a second time self consciously.

“Thank you. That means a lot to me.” It felt like an eternity since you had sat down, and both of you were anxiously waiting for a waiter to come and break the awkward silence. When no such person came, Xiaojun clicked his tongue and turned his head towards the kitchen in the back of the restaurant.

“Xiao Zhan!” He practically screamed, and a crashing sound came from behind the scenes, making you giggle. Xiaojun cleared his throat, turning around with a flush on his cheeks, slightly embarrassed from his show. From the back came a quite tall man with sleep in his eyes, yawning and ruffling Xiaojun’s hair upon his arrival.

“What?” He asked, and Xiaojun smacked him on the arm.

“God, you do know you have a job, right?”

“And you don’t, so mind your own department.” The boy tutted, pulling a notepad out from the apron around his waist. Xiaojun seemed quite put out by his comment, and you laughed at the fluster on his face. “Whaddya want?”

“Sichuan hotpot, and daojiao meatballs.” Xiaojun said, and Xiao Zhan jotted down the order on the pad, tucking it back into his pocket thoughtlessly.

“For the girlfriend?” He asked before yelping, and you swore you saw Xiaojun swing his foot at him under the table, which made you snort.

“We’re sharing.” He said through gritted teeth, and Xiao Zhan gave him a dirty look before disappearing into the back. “Sorry about him.” He said apologetically, and you shook your head, biting back a laugh.

“It’s alright.” You fussed. “He seems like a nice guy.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you spent an hour with him.” Xiaojun joked, and you giggled lightly along with him. The tension had eased with the promise of food, and you found it a lot easier to get along with him when your homework wasn’t in front of you. He was sweet when you tutored him, but he became a different person when he was off campus, and you liked how much more free he seemed, released from the burden of social pressures and being the new kid. It made you wonder how much you didn’t know about him when he wasn’t trying to learn how to do math.

It also made you wonder how you didn’t notice how pretty he was until now.

“The service here is hella slow.” A voice yawned from a few tables away, and you startled, not sure how you didn’t realize the restaurant was occupied by customers other than yourselves, but when you saw the familiar face lounging at a table in the back, you felt your blood boil.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Yangyang?!” You yelled, standing up, your chair crashing to the ground from your abrupt movement. Xiaojun stood up with you, hands out as he attempted to sooth you, but he was rendered wordless, unsure of how to do so. “God, can’t I go anywhere without you following me?!”

“Jeez, not my fault you chose my favorite hotpot spot to eat at.” He shrugged, and Xiaojun noticed he was with two of his friends that you recognized from class. Jun something and Chen, but he didn’t have time to remember properly. You, on the other hand, had eyes clouded with red that could barely register the two sitting beside him, eyes trained and focused on the blond who seemed intent on ruining your life.

“God, you’re so annoying.” You grumbled, before sitting back down, frustration clear on your face, and what you thought would be a peaceful lunch was ruined. Xiaojun leaned in a little closer as he put his hand on your shoulder to soothe you.

“Don’t let him affect you.” He whispered furtively, blocking your conversation from the nosy boy a few tables over. “He wants to see you get mad. Just take some deep breaths and pretend he doesn’t exist.” A part of you wanted to tell him that you didn’t need to be coached and talked to like a toddler —you had been putting up with this for years and you knew how to handle it— but the other part of you knew he was right. So you listened, taking a deep breath or two before putting a relaxed smile on your face.

“I’m fine.” You said, and Xiaojun grinned along with you, leaning back into his seat and continuing your conversation as if nothing had happened.

You found that Yangyang, although he threw dirty looks at your table for the whole meal, didn’t bother you. Not once did he throw a deprecating comment your way or beg for help with school. He didn’t make fun of you from afar for being all over Xiaojun, he even hit Chenle’s shoulder when he tried to make fun of you for not having the money to pay for the meal, and that your boyfriend had to pay for you.

Maybe Xiaojun was right. Maybe all Yangyang wanted was to make you mad, and if you deprived him of that reaction, he would stop. Maybe it was exactly like your mother told you when she warned you not to let bullies know they upset you. None of it really mattered though. The only thing you could think of was how satisfying it was to frustrate him the way he frustrated you.

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Wednesday night rolled around, and Yangyang was preparing for his habitual horror movie night, which seemed to be occurring much more than usual as of late. A bowl of popcorn the size of his head in his lap, and a full 7 liter of Coca Cola on the coffee table, he was fully prepared to cuddle into his couch and lose himself in the gory goodness of a proper horror film– at least until he heard a knock on his door. 

You didn’t want to knock on Yangyang’s door. In fact, despite living just across from him, you were hoping you could live the rest of your life without laying a finger on his snobby, two story house that he practically owned from how often he was home alone. But here you were, standing on his doorstep with a coat up to your chin, breath cold and wispy in the chilly night air, a plastic bag in your hand as you waited for the little brat to open the door so you could go home and enjoy a cup of hot cocoa and a drama before bed.

The door creaked open slowly, his delicate hand gripping the handle, standing at the top of the stairs while you stood at the bottom. Decked out head to toe in fluffy blue cloud pajamas, it made you wonder how many matching sets of fuzzy pajamas he had stored in his closet. You held out the bag silently, and he stared at it like it was coated in acid, and might melt his hand off if he touched the surface of it.

“What’s that?” He said skeptically, taking the bag from your hand and peeking at its contents dubiously. You shoved your hands into your pockets immediately upon relinquishing the bag.

“Stir fry.” He looked at you with wide eyes, opening the tupperware inside the plastic and taking in the fresh aroma of the still-warm food. “My brother made it. He thought you might be hungry.”

“And you willingly delivered it?”

“Hell no. He made me.”

“And you didn’t spit in it?” You cocked your head, giving him a mysterious smile, and if he didn’t think you spit in it before, he definitely did now.

“Why don’t you find out?” He shut the lid of tupperware with a doubtful look on his face, slipping it back inside the bag and holding it behind his back like you might try and take it from him. He looked you up and down with narrowed eyes, halfway expecting you to start laughing and pull a cake out of your enormous jacket and smash it into his face: maybe with a camera filming. But you did no such thing, just silently waiting for a reaction at the bottom of the staircase with your hands in your pockets.

“Thanks.” He said after a moment of thought, and you shrugged.

“I didn’t make it.” As you prepared to take your exit, he took a few steps down the stairs, stopping you in your tracks. “What?” Even after coming after you, he didn’t say anything for a minute, mouth just opening and closing like a fish.

“Come inside.”

“What?” You scoffed. “No thanks, I’d rather go home.” His moment of indecision seemed to melt away, the good old Yangyang coming out to play as he pouted, leaning against the door with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Come on, we can study. Bring your notes and I’ll share my popcorn.” With that, he retreated inside and slammed the door. You sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets again and walking home. You would never understand him.

A few minutes passed after your return to home when the blond peeked his head out the window, watching you sit down on your couch and pull out your laptop.

“Y/n!” He screeched, and you rolled your eyes, standing up to shut the window with a sarcastic smile. He groaned in annoyance, making his way to the front door and approaching your window. He didn’t bother to rap on the window, taking advantage of his height to slide the window open from the outside and clamber inside, his upper half peeking into your living room by the time you reached him.

“Go away.” You hissed. “My brother just came back from college. He’s sleeping.”

“Fuck your brother.”

“That’s an odd command. You might want to get some of your kinks checked out.” He glared at you, his body from the torso up still through the window.

“Come on, I seriously will fail Chemistry.”

“Again, not my problem.”

“Please? I’ll pay you.” He begged, hands together and threatening to slip out once both hands left the windowsill.

“Y/n?” Your brother called sleepily from the staircase, rubbing his eyes tiredly, and you looked up in surprise, hands instinctively reaching to push Yangyang away from the scene, which conveniently meant pushing him out the window.

“Yes?” You asked innocently, a loud ‘oof!’ sound coming from behind you as Yangyang hit the ground roughly, and you slammed the window shut. Your brother rubbed his eyes again, staring at you questioningly and trying to peek over your shoulder to see what was happening outside.

“Everything okay?” He asked suspiciously, and you nodded with a very wide and very fake grin stretched across your face.

“Just peachy, Kun. Go to sleep.” You said, releasing your grip on the windowsill and hurrying over to him, ushering him back up the staircase as he tried to protest. Once he was safely shut in his room, although not willingly, you rushed downstairs and peeked out the window to see a heap of limbs collapsed on the floor. You bit back a snicker, not very well, and called out to the fallen boy. “You okay?”

“You bitch.” He spat from the floor, attempting to collect himself and stand up, grimacing at the feeling of his sore limbs. “I can’t believe you pushed me.”

“Relax, it was like five feet.” You snickered, and he glared up at you indignantly.

“I don’t even want the notes anymore.” He brushed himself off and got to his feet, striding back to his house —more like stomping petulantly. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was going to be in a horrible mood the next day if you didn’t chase after him. He truly knew how to get what he wanted.

“Wait,” You said, snatching your notebook off the table and climbing out the window after him, deftly landing on your feet. You figured it was faster than going out the front door, and the latter would surely arouse your brother a second time, which would also arouse many questions about why you’re trying to leave the house in pajamas and a coat at nearly midnight. “I’ll give you the stupid notes.” He turned slowly at your words, his fast pace coming to a stop as he stared at you, watching as you walked over with your hands in your pockets.

“This isn’t a prank, is it? I might not look it, but I’m actually quite sensitive.”

“You do look it, and no, it’s not a prank.” You rolled your eyes, climbing the steps to his front door and gesturing to the door. “Are you gonna let me in?”

“I guess I could.” He muttered, letting you through and into his living room.

It had been quite a long time since you were in Yangyang’s house. The last time you could remember was in 6th grade, when his mother invited your family over for their annual dinner party around Christmastime. Yangyang dumped pickled herring into your purse and you shoved his face into the platter of rosolli. Safe to say you were never invited over after that.

His house was still as nice as you remembered. Not enormous, but quite spacious, it was decorated with vases of flowers and pieces of artwork that looked like they cost more than your tuition. The couch was covered with fuzzy blankets and a bowl of popcorn, the coffee table holding a few remotes and a 7 liter of Coke that you assumed was for the boy’s movie night. He flopped down onto the cushions, the tupperware in his hands and sufficiently reheated, and when you stood frozen he motioned for you to follow him. You slowly sat on the couch, somewhat afraid that you might break something and his parents would never let you back inside. Although that would give you a nice excuse to avoid tutoring their son.

“It doesn’t matter if you break anything.” Yangyang derided, reading your mind. “We can get another one if we really need to. Mother won’t mind.”

Oh the life of the rich.

“Right.” You said awkwardly, attempting to get comfortable, pulling a blanket over your lap. “I brought my notes. I thought we could start with lesson four on-”

“Movie first.” Yangyang dismissed, picking up the remote and clicking a few buttons. You scoffed, leaning back into the couch silently and not trying to protest, which was a first. You tried to keep Xiaojun’s tactics in mind, to just take a breath and ignore him. You weren’t giving him what he wanted, no, you were just smarter than to fight with him.

The movie started up, a terrifying film called Midnight about a deaf girl who discovers a serial killer’s identity. This one was certainly going to give you nightmares: you could still see the smile on the killer’s face every time you closed your eyes. Luckily the actor was ridiculously hot, so that did well to dampen your fears, at least slightly.

You let out a gasp when the serial killer swung his ax mere centimeters from the girl’s head, and you swore you almost jumped up off the couch from the suspense. Yangyang watched you from a few feet over, amused at how seriously you were taking the movie and wondering how he didn’t know you were such a horror wimp.

“That’s so scary.” You whispered as the girl ran to hide in the bathroom, and he only decimated the door with his ax, leaving her no place to hide. “Imagine, being chased by someone with an ax. That’s terrifying.”

“It’s not real, y/n.”

“It could be, though.” You said, obviously frightened, and he chuckled under his breath. Something about the way you stared at the screen, enraptured with wide eyes, was somewhat… cute. It took him a moment to realize what he just thought, and he stuck his tongue out at his own gross actions. How could he think that? How could his brain actually form those thoughts, about you, no less? He wasn’t paying attention when the killer came on screen, joyfully chasing after the girl on the street, only seeing the way your eyes widened. When he brought out his ax again, you screamed, and before he knew what he was doing, he clapped a hand over your mouth. Both of you stared at each other in shock of his action, a foot or so apart. He cleared his throat, pulling his hand away and covering his own mouth sheepishly.

“It’s late. Try not to scream.” He muttered, and you nodded silently. You could still feel the print of where his hand was on your mouth, warm and burning.

The movie finished in silence. You were too petrified to speak —and too polite to scream— and Yangyang felt a bit too awkward to make conversation.

“It’s over.” He sighed, feeling as though the movie might never end, clicking the power button on the remote and powering down the TV. As the screen went blank, he suddenly noticed that you had been quiet for quite a time. “What’d you think-” He cut himself off, immediately quieting down when he noticed the way your mouth opened in deep breaths, eyes closed and leaning against the cushions with your head back. Soft snores escaped your mouth, and for a moment, Yangyang considered taking a photo, but he pushed away the mischievous part of him and left you be. Pulling a blanket over you and propping your head up on a pillow, he clicked off the light and retreated upstairs to get some sleep. He would need it.

The morning was going to be hectic.

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You woke up in your bed, kicking the blankets off of you as you wiped the drool dripping from the right corner of your mouth. You had just had the worst nightmare. Yangyang, dressed in cloud pajamas and a balaclava, had chased you down the street with a scythe yelling out chemistry formulas. You shook off the odd feeling your dream had washed over you, looking around your bedroom. Your walls were a pale blue, a lamp almost the height of the ceiling towering over your figure, and vases of flowers were on the table in front of you. You didn’t have a coffee table by your bed. But you weren’t in your bed, you realized, sitting up ramrod straight on the couch in alarm. No way you had just spent the night at Liu Yangyang’s house.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Yangyang said, wandering into the living room with only a pair of plaid pajama pants and one sock on, a bowl of cereal in his right hand and a toothbrush in his left, making you wonder if he was attempting to eat and brush his teeth at the same time. “You looked dead when I woke up, but you were snoring so at least I knew you could breathe.” He said, and you tossed the remote at him, bruising his bare chest as he yelped and covered it protectively, dropping his toothbrush.

“Why didn’t you wake me up, stupid?!” You yelled, fretting and attempting to check the time on your phone, which you now realized you left at home. “Class is probably going to start in five minutes and I Kun doesn’t know where I am-”

“Y/n.” Yangyang interrupted with a skeptical look, picking up his toothbrush from the floor and looking at it sadly before continuing. “It’s 7:30 in the morning, and you are aware you live one house over, are you not?” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and he smirked at the fluster in your expression.

“I-I know.” You said indignantly, trying to regain some of your pride. “Kun’s probably worried about me.”

“Well why don’t you scurry a few meters down the street and tell him not to get his knickers in a twist?” Yangyang rolled his eyes, dropping his now-empty bowl of cereal into the sink when a knock came from the door. He approached it, peering out the peephole and sighing. “Speak of the devil.” He unlocked the door, swinging it open to reveal a rather frantic boy in his early twenties with dark blue hair and a panicked expression.

“Where’s y/n?”

“Good morning to you too, Mr. Qian.” Yangyang said tiredly.

“Do you know where y/n is? Go ask your mom.”

“Your sister is right here, if that’s what you’re looking for.” Yangyang said, stepping aside to reveal you waiting in the back with a sheepish smile, waving slightly before tucking your hands behind your back.

“Y/n?” Kun asked, shock evident in his face as he took in the sight of you. “What the hell are you wearing?” You looked down, not quite sure why he was asking until you saw your thin tank top and lacy shorts, the pajamas you had worn under your coat before you came over, the coat you had worn all night. You glared at Yangyang, who just shrugged with a coy smile.

“You bastard. Where’s my coat?”

“In the closet, dork.” He sneered, and you pushed past him to the front closet, snatching your jacket and covering your body up insecurely.

“Y/n.” Kun said with a warning tone, motioning for you to follow him, and you obeyed, not wanting to upset him any further. He led you out the door and you meekly trailed after him down the steps, lips pressed together tightly. Yangyang leaned on the door frame, a smug smile on his face as he watched you go, one hand cupped around his mouth while he yelled out.

“You’re not staying for breakfast?” He called. You turned around to flip him off, to which he just blew a kiss, which you ignored. God, he knew how to drive you insane.

“Y/n, what the hell were you doing spending that night at Yangyang’s house?” Kun asked, shutting the door behind you and watching as you went to the kitchen immediately, pulling out a piece of bread to eat it untoasted. You were starving.

“I fell asleep while we were,” You hesitated to tell the truth. “Studying.”

“Is that what happened?” Kun asked skeptically, arms crossed over his chest. “And he didn’t fall out of the window last night?” Fuck. Yeah, he knew. “Y/n, I want you to be honest with me.” He leaned in, putting a hand on your shoulder and sighing. “Are you dating Yangyang?” You almost spat out the bread you were eating.

“What?! Of course not!”

“Well, what else am I supposed to think? He crawls through your window at midnight, and now you’re spending the night at his house? I mean, I thought you didn’t like each other but I guess anything can change-”

“This isn’t a romance novel, Kun.” You bit back. “I don’t like Yangyang, and I never will. We’re not dating, I just fell asleep after we watched a movie.”

“Oh.” Kun said, crossing his arms with a relieved expression. “Well, if that’s all, then go get dressed and I’ll drive you. We can’t have you going to school in a tank top and a thong.”

“They’re mini shorts, Kun.” You spat, wrapping the coat further around you and running up the stairs, hoping you had enough time to pick out a proper outfit before school started. As you disappeared up to the second floor, Kun stood by the base of the stairs, thinking hard before cupping his hands around his mouth.

“If you are having sex with him, use protection, okay?”

“Kun!”

Not thirty minutes passed before a knock came on your front door. Still in the middle of applying your mascara, you rushed downstairs to answer if before Kun could yell at you, and lo and behold, guess who was at the door?

“You take a long damn time to get ready.” Yangyang deadpanned, already dressed in a burgundy hoodie and baggy gray sweats, bangs fluffy and shaggy in his eyes.

“Nobody asked you to time me.” You said sarcastically, not inviting him in but not denying him when he stepped through the door frame, hands in his pockets and waiting on the doormat so as not to sully your hardwood floors with his shoes.

“I’ve been waiting on your doorstep for almost twenty minutes. Hurry up.”

“Why don’t you just go on without me.” You retorted, and he rolled his eyes, huffing in annoyance as he grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you through the door, barely giving you time to snatch your backpack and phone off the shelf by the exit. “Slow down, will you?!” After a moment of walking, he released your arm and walked by your side in silence.

It was uncharacteristic of Yangyang to ever be quiet, much less in your presence. He always had a witty remark, always had a one-liner or a gesture that would annoy you so he could keep your conversation going back and forth like pinball. But here he was, hands in his pockets, walking beside you like you hadn’t spent the past 9 or so years bickering with him nonstop. He seemed peaceful.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a bit about that boy in class,” He started, taking his hands out of his pockets to brush hair out of his eyes, breathing out wispy strands of white fog escaping his mouth as he looked up at the gray sky. “Xiaojun, is his name?”

“Yeah.” You answered suspiciously. “What about him?”

“I think his cousin’s hotpot is pretty good.” He said. Dead silence, at least until you laughed, the sound echoing through the empty street. “What?”

“That’s all you wanted to say?” You chuckled, your laugh visible in the air from the heat of your breath. “You sound so somber today.”

“I’m just thoughtful.” He pouted, shoving his hands back into his pockets. “Is it bad to be thoughtful?”

“I reckon it’s better than not.” You said, laughs beginning to fade as you walked, school in sight, both of your hands in your pockets. Silence washed over the two of you, and you suddenly found that Yangyang was a bit more bearable than you thought, albeit his silence was beginning to concern you. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I borrow your chemistry notes for fourth period?” There he was. You thought you might’ve broken him.

“There you are!” Xiaojun yelled, running over to the gate as you and Yangyang finally reached the school. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“What’s up?” You asked, taking a few steps ahead of the boy beside you. Xiaojun approached the two of you, slowing his pace and looking Yangyang up and down suspiciously, eyes narrowed.

“Not much,” He continued after a moment. “Mr. Choi is assigning a pop quiz in third period for our last unit. Don’t ask how I know.”

“You think you’re ready?”

“I could use a quick review.”

“Well,” You said, swinging your backpack around to the front and digging through it for your notebook. You pulled it out successfully, holding it up with a smile. “I think we have time to go over the text.” Yangyang watched the two of you chatter, watched as you slowly migrated closer to Xiaojun and split off from the blond haired boy, walking across campus like he had never been there in the first place.

And boom, just like that, your moment of closeness was over before it started.

⋰˚☆

Xiaojun had finally decided to return to your friend group, physically recovered and no longer emotionally traumatized. Under the willow tree, everything felt comfortable. It was your group’s little safe haven, a shady wonderland of tolerable people, good food, and good laughs: you found it was your favorite time of the school day, when you could go out and sit with your friends for lunch.

“Ah, the fresh meat is back!” Ten exclaimed, welcoming Xiaojun with a pat on the back that felt more like a slap, and made him lurch forward. “Got over the dong chim?”

“I don’t know what that is.” Xiaojun said, his hand instinctively moving to cover his backside, and you leaned in to whisper the answer. “Oh. Yes, I suppose so.” “You’re lucky I’m feeling gracious today.” Hendery said peacefully from his usual position, head on Karina’s lap and legs spread out across the grass serenely. You and Xiaojun sat down at the edge of the shade, dropping your things onto the dewy grass and kicking your shoes off. Xiaojun seemed to gravitate in your direction, and as far as possible away from Hendery’s fingers, which were laying on the grass.

“Thanks for that.” Xiaojun said sarcastically, but the slight smile on his face contrasted his facetious tone. At least he seemed back to enjoying himself. Karina leaned over to you, taking a roll of kimbap from her lunch and shoving it between your lips.

“Eat. You look like hell.”

“Thanks.” You scoffed between bites, mouth full and chomping on the bite of food, which was admittedly quite delicious. “Didn’t know I looked that bad.”

“You look fine.” Sicheng said, smacking Karina lightly on the back of the head and wincing when Hendery responded by tapping his shoe not-so-lightly against the space between his legs in warning. “Just like you’re lacking sleep, that’s all.”

“I stayed up watching Midnight last night.”

“You’re kidding.” Ten scoffed, taking another bite of his sandwich. “With who?”

“Who says I didn’t watch it alone?” You challenged, and almost everyone in the group gave you a knowing look, with the exception of Xiaojun who just looked confused by the entire conversation.

“C’mon y/n, we all know you’re a coward when it comes to horror. Watching that alone would be suicide for you.” Karina said matter of factly, popping her lips with satisfaction before chomping on a bite of kimbap. You rolled your eyes, still not answering and turning your focus onto your bag of lunch, still clutched in your hand.

“What are we eating?” A raspy voice said, one that sounded a bit too familiar for comfort. You tilted your head up to meet the eyes of Yangyang, who was holding a lunchbox in one hand, the other shoved deep in the pocket of his sweats.

“God, not you.” Ten sighed, eyes boring into Yangyang’s head, but he paid no mind, just looking at you expectantly and waiting for you to answer his question.

“Congee and chicken.” You said exasperatedly, tearing apart a piece of steamed bun to eat with your porridge and bracing yourself for the inevitable request or teasing remark he would have for you. But, to your surprise, he had none, simply making his way next to you and laying down on his stomach, letting out a satisfactory groan once he was comfortable. The rest of the group whispered to each other upon his entrance, but he only looked up at you to gauge your reaction.

You were staring at him like the gum on the bottom of your shoe began to talk.

“You look like shit.” He commented, noticing the dark circles under your eyes and turning to his lunch box, searching through what he had packed in the morning.

“Thanks. That’s the second time someone’s told me that today.” You said, glaring in Karina’s direction, and she only shrugged with a small smile. “I didn’t sleep well.”

“What, did the movie freak you out?” He snickered, but let out a loud ‘oof!’ sound when you smacked him on the back. “Coward.”

“Dude, shut the fuck up.” You hissed at him. The rest of the friend group looked between the two of you in shock, Hendery’s mouth gaped open like a fish and Karina looking at you like you just ran over her dog.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ten laughed in disbelief, shaking his head like he didn’t understand what had just been said. “You guys watched Midnight, together?” Yangyang just scoffed, jabbing his thumb up at you as you stammered.

“As if y/n has the balls to watch it alone.” You hit him again.

“I don’t have balls, you overgrown zygote, and maybe if you used your brain once in a while you’d realize that not everyone likes watching people get massacred.”

“Lemme get some of that.” Yangyang ignored your comment, pointing to the bun in your hand, doused in congee and sesame oil.

“Fuck no. Get your own.”

“I only packed white bread, y/n. White bread. I have nothing in my fridge.”

“Sounds like that’s your problem.” You denied him, but when he gave you the stupid face he always did: eyes large and lower lip jutting out petulantly, you rolled your eyes and shoved a piece of bun in his mouth. He chewed with a smile, flashing a thumbs up before turning back to his lunch.

Ten looked horrified, pulling the rest of the group together while you weren’t paying attention, his voice lowering to a whisper.

“Is Liu Yangyang really eating lunch with us?” Karina asked in disgust, and the rest gulped, watching you two eat and bicker with bated breath. 

“I can’t believe he had the balls to come over here.” Sicheng spat. Xiaojun was quite confused. All he had seen Yangyang do so far was fuck with you once in a while during class or beg you for notes, nothing that bad, but he had never seen Sicheng spit before so he figured it must be a pretty serious situation.

“This is a code red.” Ten said gravely, using his lanky arms to pull the group into a huddle. “We can’t let Yangyang sit with us. Our reputation will be ruined!”

“I’m pretty sure our reputation is worse than his.” Hendery mused, but went silent when Karina pinched his thigh. “Right. Code red.”

“Yeah. Code red.” Xiaojun echoed, still not quite sure what was happening.

“I’ll talk to y/n about it another time.” Karina said, and the boys nodded, backing away before you could catch onto their plotting, but luckily you were too immersed in your bickering to take notice.

⋰˚☆

“You seem oddly cheery today.” Karina said suspiciously. A week flew by like nothing and she barely saw you with your nose out of your textbook, and eventually she had decided to drop by your house in the morning to see what was going on with you, only to find that you were in a better mood than she had seen you in years.

You tucked one hand into the pocket of your hoodie with a soft smile, staring up at the cloudy, gray sky and letting the breeze graze your face. You were always fond of cloudy days. They always seemed so serene, sunshine was overrated.

“I suppose I have been happy lately.” You pondered, taking a sip of your coffee, which you had decided to take a-la-carte that day. “Not sure why.”

“I could take a guess.” Karina said under her breath, but you didn’t catch her comment, just sipping on your hot drink with foggy eyes. “How’s Yangyang?”

“How the hell would I know?” You scoffed incredulously.

“You’ve been seeing him a lot lately.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, there was truth to her words. Not only was Yangyang beginning to lower his average bitchiness levels when you were around, he no longer had any teasing comments of immature pranks to throw at you. He had even begun joining your lunch group on a semi-weekly basis, and the group had adopted him more easily than you thought. Hendery was already preparing to toss his backpack into the river that runs through the courtyard, so you assumed they had taken a liking to him. Yangyang had changed, that was undeniable. You just weren’t sure exactly what changed him, and why.

“I still don’t like him, Rin.” You protested, and she gave you a knowing look.

“It’s okay to say you’re friends now. I don’t think anybody will believe you if you say you still hate him the way you used to.”

“Yangyang might be part of the group now, but I’ve hated him for years. That’s not going to go away in an instant.” You said, and she shrugged, figuring it was easier to agree now and argue later. Speak of the devil, a flurry of skinny limbs and denim came running down the concrete, coming to a screeching stop once it reached you.

“Ladies,” Yangyang said playfully, bowing and tipping the navy trucker hat on his head gracefully, a bag of fruit snacks in his hand. “What are we talking about?”

“None of your business.” You said, planting your palm on his face and pushing him back a significant amount. “Go away.”

“Aw, c'mon. You’re not still mad because I beat you at call of duty, are you? It’s not my fault you’re shit at games.”

“What’d you say?” You exclaimed, turning around to flick him in the forehead. “I’m not shit at games, you’re just a cheater. Literally everyone knows you cheat.”

“Your mom.” He tossed a fruit snack your way, which you caught with a scowl.

“What?” Yangyang laughed at your confusion as you reached for his face, attempting to flick his forehead a second time. Karina sighed, watching the two of you bicker like usual, although even she could tell there was something different about it now. Something in the way he laughed, no longer menacing but only amused, something in the way you chased after him with a smile instead of a scowl. 

Things were changing, and Karina knew you two would be the last to know.

Xiaojun looked exceptionally pretty that morning. I mean, Xiaojun always looked pretty, but something about the way the soft gray light hit his features, his hair shaggy in his face and his lips pursed in concentration made your heartbeat speed up irrationally. The library was practically empty, most of the students spending their free period messing around or being around their friends, but the two of you sat silently together to finish your homework, and what might be your last tutoring session in a while. It made you sad, the idea of not spending your usual hours with Xiaojun, and as far as you were concerned, you were going to drown yourself in his beauty for as long as possible before the two of you inevitably had to end your studying.

It took quite a while to realize, but you knew you were harboring feelings for the boy. And every day that passed, it became increasingly harder to pretend you didn’t, harder every day that you had to sit across from the beautiful boy for hours at a time and tutor him on things you could care less about. You gulped, hoping the saliva would satiate the fire inside your stomach, which it didn’t.

“I’m confused about this one,” Xiaojun started, the tip of his pencil, the one you lent him with pink hearts and a white sleeve, prodding between his lips. “‘Find the exact value of the expression sin (arccos ¼).” He read the question aloud, hands gripping the sheet of paper as he squinted to make out the words. “Wouldn’t it be the negative square root of 15 over 4?” You rested your head on your upturned palm, tongue poking in your right cheek as you watched him squint. Squinting wasn’t cute, it wasn’t cute at all, but for some reason the way he narrowed his eyes and peered at the paper in annoyance was so undeniably adorable. “Y/n, are you listening?”

“Huh?” You startled out of your reverie, lifting your head off of your hand and clearing your throat. “Uh, yeah. That’s the right answer.” Xiaojun pumped his fist in excitement, a smile on his pretty face, before he lifted his hand to you. Unable to suppress a matching smile, you high fived him, taking careful note of the way he intertwined your fingers and set your hands on the table instead of letting go. You had to tell him. “Um, Xiaojun?”

All the resolve you had melted away when he looked at you with questioning eyes, wide and wondering. You cleared your throat a second time, rubbing your lips together tensely and wondering how you could convey what you were thinking.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but,” You started, and you could see the cogs in his brain turning rapidly, his hand slowly pulling away from yours. Despite the slight heartbreak you felt when his hand left yours, you grit your resolve and gathered your courage for what you were about to say. “...I like you.” He bit his lower lip tightly. “I like you a lot, and I’m not sure when it started, but I had to tell you.” He didn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity, and you felt like the silence was killing you.

There weren’t many students in the library, but the few nearby were listening with just as much interest as you were, including a black haired girl one table over.

Finally, Xiaojun opened his mouth to give you a response, and you felt like your heart might burst from the suspense.

“I’m sorry y/n,” Your expectant expression came crashing down. “I just don’t feel about you that way. I’m really sorry.” You pushed back the feelings that wanted to erupt from your chest and spill out your mouth like a river, just gritting your teeth in a forced smile and nodding your head. “We can still be friends, right?”

“Of course we can.” You said nonchalantly, and luckily Xiaojun didn’t seem to see through your facade. “Really, don’t take anything I said seriously. I’m sure I just mistook friendship for something else.” Xiaojun had a tense expression, but he sighed and nodded anyway, a small smile on his pretty lips.

“I think I should get going.” He glanced at his phone. “Class is starting soon, and I promised Ms. Kwan I would get there early to review my trig packet.” He collected his supplies in one sweep and shoved them into his bag, eyes lingering on you when you didn’t follow. “You coming?” You shook your head, tugging your lip between your teeth.

“I think I’m gonna finish real quick. You go ahead, I’ll see you later.” He hesitated to leave, but when he saw the shining droplets threatening to fall in the corner of your eyes, he left, knowing the least he could do was spare you the embarrassment of seeing you cry. Once he was gone, the tears that were precariously perched in your eyes fell, streaming down your face like waterfalls as you sniffled. It was embarrassing, to be crying in the middle of the library over a boy who only thinks of you as a friend, especially when your best friend was sitting a table over, and she had definitely seen and heard everything.

Karina rushed over to you as soon as Xiaojun was out of sight, pulling you into a hug and wiping the stray tears from your cheeks, letting you sob into her sweater, mouth parted in silent cries.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” She whispered, using her back to shield you from the curious students sitting a few tables away, reaching her hand back to flip them off, which quickly convinced them to stop staring. “I’m sorry, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“I-it’s not his fault.” You sniffled, but you knew it was Karina’s duty as your best friend to be pissed at anyone who breaks your heart, or at least that’s what she thought. “I guess I just misread things. I really thought he liked me.”

“We all did.” Karina said sympathetically, patting your back gently and soothing you until your sobs began to quiet down. “It’s okay, love. It’s okay.”

“Y/n!” A voice yelled from the entrance, before being scolded by the librarian for being too loud. Karina cursed, using her sleeve to try and conceal your puffy face from the incoming boy, hands on his hips and a bag of fruit snacks in his hand. “Hey, did you know that Mr. Kang is dating one of the student teachers-” he cut himself short, freezing in his tracks when he spotted your puffy, red eyes, and the tear stains running through your makeup, mascara streaks going down your cheek. “Are you okay?” He asked urgently, pulling out a chair next to you, all intent of gossiping out of his mind the moment he saw your distressed face. He reached out a hand, which Karina slapped away quickly, contempt evident in her expression. “What happened?” He asked, and Karina looked at you for permission, which you granted with a nod.

“Her crush just rejected her.” Karina said quietly, giving you a gentle rub on the back when you choked up at her words, more tears spilling from your eyes.

Something in Yangyang’s eyes shifted, and he opened his mouth and closed it, not quite sure of what to say to make you feel better. Before his mind could think of what to do, his body made the decision for him, reaching out a hand to pat the top of your head. You looked at him with confused eyes, wiping your nose, but despite your questioning gaze, he just stroked your hair, before offering you the packet of gummies in his hand. You took the bag from him, staring at it blankly before a little chuckle escaped your mouth. You looked up at him gratefully, and he met you with a soft smile.

“Thanks.” You said softly, wiping the tears from your eyes as he watched awkwardly. After you had sufficiently collected yourself, he held out his hand for you to take, which after a moment of reluctance, you did.

“Class starts soon. We should go.” He said, testing the waters, and you nodded, standing up using his hand to assist you, and brushing the tears from your shirt. Karina stood with you, watching suspiciously as Yangyang helped you walk to class, hand still clasped with yours. You looked back to see if Karina would follow, and she wiped the frown from her face, replacing it with a grin.

“My class is on the other side of campus. I’ll see you at lunch!” She said cheerily, and you gave her a thumbs up and a small smile. When your head turned back around, she sighed and picked up her bag, readying to leave for class.

“Something about him is different now.” She murmured, pulling her backpack over her shoulder and exiting the library with a thoughtful frown.

⋰˚☆

Xiaojun didn’t come to sit with the group at lunch. Neither did Karina and Hendery, the latter of which had to drive his girlfriend to her dentist appointment while her parents were out of town, and once Ten and Sicheng realized they would have to eat lunch alone with you and Yangyang, they promptly split up to their respective other friend groups, leaving the two of you alone under the willow tree.

“Some friends.” You muttered under your breath, taking notice of Ten and Sicheng chatting up their friends Jaehyun and Jungwoo across the courtyard, and Yangyang chuckled at your bitter tone.

“What, you don’t wanna be left alone with me?” He asked, feigning offense, already flopped on his stomach and comfortably with his shoes off.

“Hm, not really.” You teased, lowering yourself onto your stomach with him before opening your lunchbox. In all honesty, you could care less about having to eat alone with the blond boy. You were just relieved that Xiaojun had decided to dine elsewhere, not sure if you could handle an entire hour of pretending that everything was okay. Your chest was aching like you hadn’t felt in an eternity, and it was a harsh reminder that high school romances aren’t always like the ones in the novels.

“You okay?” Yangyang asked, nudging you in the side, and you faked a smile.

“Just fine.” You lied through your teeth, peeking into your lunchbox to see what you had packed for today. You didn’t have time to make lunch that morning, leaving the task up to your brother, whom you weren’t sure if you trusted the task to.

And for good reason. Inside was a single tangerine and a bowl of rice. You were gonna kick his ass when you got home.

Yangyang noticed the way you shut your lunch with a sigh, taking a peek into your bag and furrowing his eyebrows when he saw your weak excuse of a lunch, but switching to a bright expression when he had an idea.

“You have a tangerine?” He asked with lit up eyes.

“...Yes?” You said skeptically, and he held out his hand for it, which you reluctantly handed over. He dug his fingers through the outer layer of vermillion, pulling off the peel bit by bit while he hummed.

“Mind if I take your tangerine? I’ll share.” He offered, still peeling, and you looked over to see what he had packed, expecting nothing better than your own lunch based on his reputation. But to your surprise, inside his bag was a full spread of rice, tangsuyuk, cauliflower stir fry, and even a container with two freshly made mooncakes and a steamed bun. It was stunning, and definitely past his cooking capabilities.

“Did you make that?” You asked in disbelief, and he scoffed.

“Me? C’mon.” He laughed and you pressed your lips together so as not to smile. “My mom came back from her business trip in Taiwan and made me lunch. She told me to share it with my friends. She’s getting used to cooking Korean food. No more schnitzel, I guess.” He joked, and you snorted. You noticed a small purple orchid tucked in the corner of the lunchbox and you cocked your head with curiosity.

“Orchid?”

“My mom’s favorite flower.” Yangyang shrugged, taking it into his hands. “She puts one in here when she gets a chance. To remind me of her, or something.”

“I love orchids. They’re my favorite flower.” You commented, watching fondly as he stared at the orchid as though it were his own mother in his hands.

“You can have it.” He said, passing it over to you tenderly, and you nodded in appreciation, tucking the fresh flower behind your ear delicately while he tried not to look at your face. With a pop, he opened the plastic container and ripped apart the bun, handing half of it over to you.

“Thanks.” You said appreciatively, taking the bread from his hands and swiping it through the sauce of the stir fry, tucking the bun into your mouth until your cheeks looked like that of a squirrel’s while you chomped. Yangyang bit back a giggle at the sight, finding it oddly adorable. “What’re you laughing at?”

“No, nothing.” He dismissed quickly, picking up a piece of tangsuyuk and tucking it into your mouth before you had even finished chewing your previous bite.

“I can feed myself, thank you very much.” You said defensively, wiping off a bit of sauce that was sticky on your lips, and he pouted, a coy grin evident under the sulking.

“Well, that’s no fun.”

Silence washed over the two of you as you chewed, the occasional mundane topic passed from mouth to mouth before fading to background noise, both of you seeming to be unable to hold a conversation. Something was heavy in the air, and the obvious elephant in the room was blocking up Yangyang’s throat, and he wanted nothing more than to just ask the obvious question, but he found himself unable to, not wanting to upset you. This upset him even further, because since when was he unwilling to upset you? For a moment, he tried to summon up the courage of a past him, clearing his throat to gather your attention.

“Y/n,” He started hesitantly. “Can I ask you a question?”

“If it’s about what I think it is, no.” You said immediately. He huffed, reachin for his last ditch effort, pulling out the last container from his lunch and offering you one of the two mooncakes. You watched him warily as he extended the treat towards you, and you shook your head, but he held out his hand, unwavering. As much as you wanted to resist, the mooncake looked delicious: a caramel brown color, the top intricately stamped and soft in his hands, surely stuffed with some kind of filling like lotus seed or salted egg yolk. The last time you had one of Ms. Liu’s mooncakes was fifth grade, when she brought a case over as an apology on Yangyang’s behalf after he poured neon green hair dye in Kun’s shampoo. Yes, Yangyang’s contempt sometimes even extended to your family. But his mother’s soft mooncakes were so delicious, they almost made you forget the horrid color of your brother’s hair.

You gave in, taking it out of his hand with a roll of your eyes, and he smirked at his triumph, resting his chin on his upturned palm, elbow buried in the dewy grass.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Karina said your crush rejected you…” He trailed off when he saw the way your jaw tensed. “Was that Xiaojun?” You didn’t answer, taking a bite from the mooncake and chewing silently for a moment, which he took as a yes. His suspicions were confirmed when you nodded, sighing quietly.

“It was nothing, really. I just… I misunderstood.” You mumbled, and strangely enough, something in the boy felt a bit of distaste for the blue haired guy who broke your heart, Yangyang reaching over instinctively to pat your head again.

“Hey, he’s missing out. Imagine how many free tutoring sessions he could’ve got.” Yangyang snickered, and you reached out to smack him, which made him wince. “Hey, that’s actually a good idea. Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Very funny.” You bit back, but you had to admit, his joke lifted your mood. Something about Yangyang, his bright smile that shone like a thousand suns, his eyes that shone when he got excited —or maybe the way he never took anything seriously— was somewhat refreshing. “Only if your mom makes me mooncakes.”

“Sounds like a deal.” Yangyang said with finality, extending his hand for a shake, which you blew off with a scoff, slapping his hand away while he pouted.

“Shameless.” Ten shook his head, watching from the picnic tables as you and Yangyang bickered, the proximity between the two of you slowly shrinking with every snarky remark and giggling session.

“I don’t think it’s like that.” Sicheng defended you, and Ten simply continued to wag his head, turquoise bangs flowing like waves in a teal sea. “You saw Karina’s text, didn’t you? She just got rejected, by Xiaojun of all people. She doesn’t like Yangyang.”

“No, but he might like her.” Ten said, resting his chin on his palm. “Just because she likes Xiaojun doesn’t mean something can’t happen.”

“Karina’ll beat the shit outta Xiaojun later. He better watch out.” Sicheng sighed, reaching into his bag for a bottle of water.

“Speaking of, I haven’t seen him at all today.” Ten mused, wondering when the last time he saw the cerulean haired boy was. “Have you?” Sicheng went over his schedule, usually seeing Xiaojun between periods or on his way to the bathroom, but Ten was right. He was nowhere to be seen. Sicheng screwed the top off of his bottle, taking a thoughtful sip before shaking his head in confirmation.

“No. Didn’t see him once.” Ten furrowed his brows.

“Where is Xiaojun?”

⋰˚☆

Winter was finally ending soon, the sun peeking from its shelter behind the clouds and warming your face. The seat by the window was always your favorite, ever since you were a kid, the bay seat covered in cushions and positioned so that the sunshine hit at just the right angle, reflecting into rainbows off of the dangling crystal your mother gifted you years ago. 

The only downside was it faced Yangyang’s house. As a child, you despised him even further every time he ruined a moment in your favorite seat, yelling profanities out the window, tossing mudpies through the sill, or shooting nerf bullets at the crystal like it was a hanging target. But as of late, the days by the window became more bearable until it was back to being your favorite spot —and that Saturday afternoon you felt as though it would be the perfect nook to read a book with a warm cup of tea.

You barely made it to page 16 when there was an interruption.

A loud banging sound came from somewhere in the vicinity, and you looked up in alarm. Kun wasn’t home, he hardly was on Saturday as it was his designated day to go out with his college friends for a drink and some board games. Your eyes narrowly scanned the room, only for the banging sound to come again, this time clearly from across the street, particularly the window that faced yours.

As suspected, Yangyang’s head poked up from under the windowsill, hair mussed and wide eyes, panic clear on his face.

“Y/n,” He mouthed quietly, and you attempted to ignore him, looking back down to the pages of your book. “Y/n!” He whisper-yelled it this time, and you shut the book with an annoyed snap, head turning in his direction.

“What?” You hissed.

“My sister’s home.” You didn’t remember much about Yangyang’s sister, other than her being a lot more tolerable than him. She was sweet, with dark hair and a kind disposition, always willing to talk shit about her little brother with you when he wasn’t around, sometimes even bringing white rabbit and tamarind candies over to your house when she brought them back from her trips. As far as you could recall, the last time you had seen her was when you were thirteen, as she spent most of her time away at college or on trips back and forth from Germany and Taiwan.

“So what?” You huffed, and he gave you an urgent look, jabbing his thumb to the background of his house, and you could see an unknown male figure striding through the living room, cracking open a can of Cola before disappearing.

“She brought her boyfriend back from Germany. Apparently she’s been hiding him for years.” He looked back at the man’s receding figure and scowled. “The fuck is she even doing with a German guy?”

“Aren’t you from Germany?” You snorted, opening your book again.

“Yes, but I’m not white.” He glared at you. 

“Leave the poor guy alone.” Yangyang clicked his tongue, reaching out his window to rap his knuckles on the outside of the wooden windowsill, pulling your attention away from your novel.

“He calls me squirt, y/n. Squirt. That word isn’t in the bible.” You just rolled your eyes and tried to focus on your novel, but the words just blended into one mess, and you found yourself unable to concentrate. “I need you to get me out of the house.”

“Can’t you do that yourself?”

“She wants me to help her unpack, and I’m not allowed to leave until I do.”

“So just help her unpack then.”

“C’mon, y/n.” He whined, hands gripping the bottom of the windowsill and his entire upper half already out the window. “You know I hate packing.” It was true. Just a year previous, he had practically manipulated your brother into packing for him when he needed to take a trip with his father back to Taiwan. Kun came back into the house quite put out, and with a permanent scowl on his face. “Help me out, please? Just once.”

You knew it wouldn’t be just once, but you caved anyway. You couldn’t say no to him when he made that stupid face and did his whiny voice. Without a word, you shut your book and moved from the window, and from the expression on your face, Yangyang immediately knew he succeeded, running back inside and waiting for you to rescue him from his sister’s condescending boyfriend.

You rapped your knuckles three times on Yangyang’s front door, the white wood almost shaking in its frame from how hard you hit it. It took over a minute for anyone to come to the door, and you were mere seconds away from barging in and slapping some sense into the blond when it creaked open, someone unexpected behind it, Yangyang’s sister opening it rather than him. She looked different, the tips of her dark hair bleached a dusty blond that almost matched her brother, and you noticed she had grown a bit taller than the last time you saw her, hand resting on the door as her eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Oh, y/n! Gosh, you look so much older than the last time I saw you, I almost didn’t recognize you.” She said cheerily, and you found it hard to frown when she smiled so widely.  She surely had her brother’s smile. She looked you up and down, taking in the height you had gained and the way your figure had filled out more, your features more mature. She reached into the pocket of her sweats, pulling out a few white rabbit candies and dropping them into your hand. “Remember when I used to bring these? It’s been a long time, huh?”

“It has.” You said fondly, tucking the candies into your jacket.

“So, what brings you all the way over here?” She joked. “Is Yangyang bothering you again?”

“Actually, I was wondering if he was home.” You said with a gritted smile. “We’re supposed to get ice cream and see a movie.” You said. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but nonetheless, she turned back to yell her brother’s name. Before the first syllable was even uttered, Yangyang came running from behind the couch to the door, a big smile on his face and his shoes already on and ready, a hoodie thrown over his head.

“I’m home.” He said breathlessly, extending his hand for you to take, which you subtly rejected. Despite the rejection, he reached down and took your hand, not asking this time, and you held back a snarky comment to keep up appearances.

“Wait,” His sister laughed, almost in disbelief. “You two are going to see a movie? Together?” When you both nodded in unison, she raised her eyebrows. “Are you serious? Are you dating each other?”

“No-”

“Yes-” You said at the same time, both of you glaring at the other at the contrasting answers. You shook your head in defiance, but he just raised your knuckles to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss on them before pulling you closer to his side, his hand releasing yours and instead snaking smoothly around your waist. “Yes. We’re dating.” You didn’t have the courage or mental clarity to protest, still focused on your racing heart and cursing at it for beating so damn fast. 

“Alright, well have fun.” Yangyang’s sister gave a look of disbelief, before shutting the door without another word. Once the aperture was closed, you swatted Yangyang’s arm, prying the other one off of your waist.

“What the hell was that?” You hissed quietly, so as not to alert his sister.

“You think I want my sister to think she’s the only one in this family that pulls?”

“Isn’t she?” You retorted, and he frowned petulantly, pulling you away from the door in fear his sister might hear. “When’s the last time you had a girlfriend?”

“Hey, I’ve dated around! Ask your little friend Winter.” He smirked, watching your face twist in disgust.

“You dated Winter?!” You gripped his collar, and he laughed, attempting to get you off as you made your way down the street in quite a disorderly manner, one of Yangyang’s knees extended to push you away and one of your hands on his chest, the other gripping the neck of his tee shirt.

“Y/n, let go of me!”

As promised, the two of you made your way to Yangyang’s favorite ice cream parlor, one where he apparently knew the workers and could get a good discount on the frozen treats. You never rejected a discount. You insisted he pay to compensate you for helping him get out of the house, and he insisted you tutor him in Chemistry in return. In the end, you got what you wanted after a few pulls of his hair.

The two of you stood on the black and white tile, Yangyang begrudgingly clutching his wallet and your eyes shining over all the flavors in the display case.

“One scoop of strawberry cheesecake and another of whatever she wants.” He grumbled, handing a few bills to the parlor employee, who you recognized to be his friend from class, one that always hung around him but seemed to have a bit more sense than the rest of his immature friends.

“So, this is how you’ve been spending your time avoiding us?” Renjun said skeptically, snatching the bills from Yangyang’s hand and shoving them into the register, not giving him any change although he owed him some. The brunette reached a hand equipped with a scooper into the case of ice cream, a cone in the other. “I thought you just had an STD or something, but turns out you were actually spending time with her. Who knew Chenle was a prophet?”

“Chenle can shove him and his stupid prophecies up his ass.” Yangyang said, snatching the scoop of strawberry ice cream from Renjun’s hand. “It’s not like that.”

“Yeah, sure.” Renjun rolled his eyes. You weren’t entirely sure what you were talking about, and why they thought Chenle was a prophet, but your current focus was choosing the right ice cream flavor to suit your fancy. Yangyang nudged you in the side, and you were brought back to reality, straightening up and pulling your face away from the ice-cold glass container.

“One scoop of mint chocolate.” You said meekly. Typically, you had no problem fucking with Yangyang’s friends, but something about Renjun’s ice cold glare and pursed lips made you shy away. The exasperated boy scooped out your order and handed it to you with a stony expression, and you took it out of his hands, careful not to make eye contact with him even though his gaze didn’t move from you, even when Yangyang pulled you through the door and into the cold air outside.

“Sorry about him.” Yangyang said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he tugged you down the street. “He can be a bit suspicious of others.”

“Well, you’ve probably complained about me quite a bit. I could see why he wouldn’t like me.” You laughed, and Yangyang raised his brows like you had just proposed a challenge.

“Oh yeah? You think you don’t do the same? I got glared at for weeks after I started sitting with you at lunch. Not to mention the bowl of soup Karina threw at me.”

“Touche.” You said, smiling from the mere memory of your best friend dousing the dusty blond in hot vegetable soup. He had peas in his hair for the rest of the day, and you didn’t know if you had ever felt more satisfied. “You deserved it, though.”

“I definitely didn’t.”

Ice cream dripping onto your sticky fingers and the air reddening your cheeks, you strolled through the city aimlessly, with no real destination and no goal along the way. Well, maybe you had no goal, but Yangyang had one in mind: get to know the girl he’s known for years but despised for just as long.

“So,” He began, licking the remnants of the ice cream from the bottom of his cone. “Have you ever considered tutoring officially? There’s a lot of desperate students who need help, you could make a lot of money that way.”

“I couldn’t keep up.” You shrugged. “I get good grades because I want to, but I don’t really enjoy school work. I don’t think anyone does. Especially chemistry.” You stuck out your tongue at the thought of your piles of Chem assignments just waiting at home to be completed before the school week started again.

“So what do you like?” You had to think for a moment to answer his question; what did you like, really? You had never really been asked the question before.

“I like modern art, I like to read but only period pieces. I like acting in plays sometimes, but only with other people. Sometimes I try to paint when I have free time.” You looked up at him, watching his attentive face with narrowed eyes. “Where is this coming from?”

“I can’t wonder?”

“You never have.” Your words were true, he had never really cared before. There was no reason why he should —and Yangyang himself didn’t quite know why he did— but he wanted to know. He wanted to make up for all those years of bickering and tension, and maybe a part of him wanted to be friends with you at the end of it.

“I’m sorry. For never caring.” He apologized, your eyes widening with every word. “I should’ve tried to treat you better, even when I was younger.”

“I’m sorry too.” You sighed. “We were just kids when we started fighting, and I should’ve realized that it was childish to hold a grudge. You might have started it, but I’ve continued it for years now.” You chuckled, and he joined you. “I’ve known you longer than most of my friends, actually all of them, but we never learned about each other. Isn’t that kind of fucked up?”

“Very fucked up.” He agreed. A moment of silence washed over you like a wave, but it wasn’t tense or painful like you thought it would be. It was sweet, and soft, and gentle like an ocean breeze, and something was different about the way Yangyang looked under the light of the afternoon sun, and you weren’t sure what.

“Well, better late than never, right?” He smiled, lips turning up in the corners until his teeth showed, and you grinned at the mere sight. Your hands were inches away, and you swore if they touched your heart might burst out of your chest.

“Yeah, better late than never.”

⋰˚☆

There were two reasons you were scared to enter school that day.

You might have to see Xiaojun

You might have to see Yangyang

Seeing the most wonderful boy who broke your heart a mere weekend after he rejected you would be humiliating, and you weren’t looking forward to inevitably running into him in the multiple classes you had together. Second of all, you weren’t sure how you were feeling about Yangyang. Something in your relationship had changed: you weren’t sure when, and you weren’t sure how, but your heart beat faster when he was around, and you no longer had distaste when you saw him. In fact, seeing him made you, although you would never admit it, happy. But it didn’t matter. You had to figure out how you felt about Xiaojun before you could worry about whatever you were feeling for your neighbor.

Which is why you were going to muster up your courage and find Xiaojun before he could find you.

He wasn’t anywhere, which was odd. Typically, you would see him on the way to class, or scrawling down some messy notes in fourth period, or eating lunch under the shade of the willow tree with his feet resting on Ten’s backpack despite the older boy’s protests. On a normal day, you couldn’t avoid Xiaojun, but today didn’t feel like a regular day. No, it felt odd, and maybe that was because Yangyang was following you around everywhere you went.

“Is there a reason you’re practically glued to me right now?” You sighed, and Yangyang dismissed your comment with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I’m wondering what you’re looking for.” You ignored him, hoping he wouldn’t catch on to your search as you peeked around the corner to check for a cerulean head. Yangyang leaned in close, hands on his pockets and resting on the tips of his toes until his nose was mere inches from the back of your head. “So, what are you looking for?” “Your mom.” He frowned.

“C’mon, let’s get lunch! I’m tired of walking around the hallways.” He yawned, a loud yawn that reverberated against the tile and bounced off the walls. “Hey, you want to get hotpot? That Xiao Zhan makes some mean meatballs.” Your eyes lit up as an idea passed through your head, and a sudden urge made you pat Yangyang on the head lightly, mussing up his messy locks of dusty blond while he watched you with surprise.

“That’s a brilliant idea.” And with that, you jetted off, attempting to remember the way to the hotpot restaurant while Yangyang hesitated to follow.

Did his heart always beat that fast when you touched him?

You burst into the shop like a hurricane, a very meek Yangyang following you with his hand clamped protectively against the left side of his chest. Xiao Zhan, who was previously peacefully working at the counter, looked up upon your entrance with recognition in his eyes, standing up to assist you in finding a table.

“Ah, Xiaojun’s girlfriend.” He said, nodding his head to a table in the back with two menus in his hand. “You’re back. I was wondering when you’d show up.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” Your cheeks felt like summer, even in the cold, and you slid into the booth with Yangyang by your side.

“You wouldn’t think that if you lived with him.” Xiao Zhan said skeptically, pulling out a notepad to write down your order and assessing the boy beside you. You weren’t sure what to make out of his comment, but it had to be a good sign, right? “Is your new fling?”

“This is Yangyang. My neighbor.” You stressed the last word, but Xiao Zhan looked nothing but skeptical.

“Oh, that’s right. You’re the little brat that was yelling at Junnie the last time you came in.” Yangyang scowled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. It was safe to say he likely didn’t enjoy the nickname. “Whatever, I could care less. Just try not to break my cousin’s heart.” You could feel anger bubbling up in your chest, but before it could rise to your throat, a voice interrupted.

“You should tell him not to break hers.” Yangyang said defensively, and you looked at him with shock and pride. Xiao Zhan looked at both of you questioningly before blowing off your comment and walking to the back, not bothering to take your order. It didn’t matter. He already knew what you wanted, maybe more than just food.

“Thanks for that.” You said quietly, and Yangyang shrugged.

“It’s no big deal. But god, it just pisses me off to see him talk to you like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like Xiaojun wasn’t the one to hurt you.” His eyes pierced into you like a sharp knife, and you found yourself unable to look away, wrapped up in his intense gaze. You didn’t even have the strength to contradict, to tell him that Xiaojun didn’t mean to hurt you, something in his eyes telling you to be quiet. To stop apologizing.

“Yeah.” You said, snapping out of your reverie and giggling quietly. Upon your change of tone, Yangyang smiled, his arm slowly creeping around the back of your chair, your thighs centimeters from each other, threatening to touch with every screech of the chair and every minor shift you made.

“Your meatballs.” Xiao Zhan said tiredly, eyes lingering on Yangyang’s arm inches from being around you before sliding the plate of food onto the table and striding away without another word of greeting or parting, and you reached for your chopsticks, snipping the steaming meat with the utensils.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Yangyang said suddenly, standing up and sending his chair scooting backward. “Be right back.” You nodded, surprised by his sudden declaration, taking a few bites once he was out of sight and unable to complain about you not waiting for him. You could sense a pair of eyes on you, a certain brown pair that belonged to Xiaojun’s cousin lingering at the edge of the kitchen, elbows on the counter and gaze unwavering. Once the lock of the bathroom door clicked with finality, he approached your table, sliding into the seat across from you. You tried to eat in silence, suppressing your curiosity, but you found yourself unable to appear unbothered.

“Where’s Xiaojun?” You asked, not looking up from your appetizer.

“Home.” Xiao Zhan said simply, and you glared at him, clearly seeking more. “What do you want to hear? He has a cold.”

“A cold.” You said skeptically, and he shrugged. “Is that what he told you?”

“Hey, if he doesn’t want to go to school, that’s none of my business.”

“It kinda is. You are his guardian, after all.”

“Look, Xiaojun’s having a hard time right now. Being sick in the head is just as concerning as being physically sick. Who am I to force him to go to school when he’s not ready, just because you want to see him?”

“I don’t want to see him.” You said stubbornly, and he raised an eyebrow. “W-well, I don’t mean it like that…”

“He’s homesick, and sick with a few other things.” Xiao Zhan sighed, picking up the half full platter of meatballs and standing from his seat. “Wait for him.” His last words seemed to hold more meaning than they appeared to, and you gulped upon his sudden order, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. He didn’t wait for a response, just disappearing into the kitchen, precisely in time to avoid Yangyang as the latter left the bathroom.

You didn’t know what to think. Wasn’t high school supposed to be full of teenage romance and comradery? So far, it had only caused you strife.

The blond boy stood stock still in front of the table, damp hands at his sides slightly outstretched as he stared at the blank surface.

“Where’s the meatballs?” 

⋰˚☆

“It’s fifty two.”

“It’s fifteen.”

“Yangyang, it’s fifty two.” You sighed, and the boy pouted stubbornly.

“It’s definitely fifteen. I double checked my math.”

“Double checking is useless if you're stupid.” You snapped, pulling the paper from his hands and going over his work. “You forgot to use the inverse function. How’d you forget to use the inverse function?” Yangyang grabbed the homework back from you and slammed his head down on the desk, letting out a low groan against the laminated wood, his cheeks flattened and deflated.

“This is absolute hell.”

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to tutor you.” You snickered, easing the paper out of his hands and looking over it. “Hey, go get snacks from the vending machine. I don’t think we’re gonna get through this session without some fortification.” Yangyang sighed, lifting his head and digging through his pockets for his wallet.

“First ice cream, then this? You’re gonna run me dry.” “Hey, I’m tutoring you for no charge. Be grateful.” His eyes lit up, and he grabbed your hands immediately, holding them close as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“You mean it?”

“Yes, for free. Now go get snacks.”

“Yes ma’am!” He exclaimed, running down the hall to find the vending machine among the empty halls, night beginning to fall over the campus as students dissipated from the school. Once he was gone you shook your head with a fond smile, turning back to his assignment and attempting to figure out what he had done horribly wrong in his equation, waiting for the snacks that Yangyang was retrieving.

A minute went by. You figured it would take him a while to find the nearest machine, it was surely no problem. Three went by. You knew that it would take some considerable thought to choose which snacks to buy. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen, and now you were starting to get concerned. It couldn’t possibly take that long, not when you knew for a fact that the nearest vending machine was one right turn away and Yangyang always bought chocolate chips and cheetos. You stood up from your seat, chair screeching back as you got to your feet, wrapping your jacket a bit tighter around your waist as you left the room.

“Fucking stupid thing-” You heard from down the hall, and you rolled your eyes. “Stupid ass vending machine-” A bang cut off the end of Yangyang’s angry sentence as he kicked the machine, then prompt gripped his foot in pain, folding in half and holding it to his chest in a position that looked both challenging and painful.

“Is there a problem?” You said in amusement from a few meters away, and he dropped his foot, eyes widening as he straightened up immediately.

“N-not a problem.” He stammered. “The stupid fucking machine just took my money.” You got closer, arms still wrapped around your waist, reaching down to the slot for the snacks and looking through the glass to see inside. A bag of cheetos, tteokbokki chips, chocolate turtle chips, and a can of coke were all crammed up, perched precariously against each other but somehow lodged firmly in the top of the opening.

“Did you try ordering something else?” You laughed, and he froze. You dropped a quarter into the opening, pressing down on the lit up buttons and ordering a bottle of water. It dropped, knocking all the snacks apart and the full order came crashing through the opening, dropping neatly into the slot, ready to consume. You leaned down at the same time Yangyang did, both of your hands reaching for the snacks inside.

Your nose was mere inches from his, and you could feel his breath on your face, the proximity between the two of you so small it made your heart feel like it would explode out of your chest. You thought he would back up, put some distance between the two of you and maybe give you his signature sneer, just to confirm that he didn’t give a shit about you, that he didn’t want to be close enough to touch you. But he didn’t.

Instead, he leaned in.

Your lips crashed, and soon the snacks were forgotten. You closed your eyes, his already clamped shut as he circled an arm around your waist, the both of you straightening up to a standing position. You snaked your arms around his neck, one of your hands playing with his shaggy hair as he smiled into the kiss, holding you like you would shatter if he released you. It was rushed, full of released tension and unspoken feelings, things you wanted to say but never could. He parted your lips for only a brief moment to whisper quietly,

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Then he dove back in, and that’s when you realized you might’ve liked him longer than you thought.

Neither of you gave a shit about Trigonometry anymore, or the abandoned snacks, only focusing on the way your lips fit like two puzzle pieces slamming into each other on the wrong side, until they finally turned a few degrees and fit. You and Yangyang fit, you finally fit, and you couldn’t be happier.

Your back hit the vending machine as Yangyang pressed a hand against the cold glass, forcing all the space between you out as he tangled his free fingers in your hair, lips tracing against your own before moving to kiss your jaw. You thought your heart might’ve stopped when he ran his lips down your jawline, peppering sloppy kisses across your skin. In all your years, you thought you had kissing experience, but now you were beginning to think you had never really been kissed at all.

“Yangyang,” You said out, a choked giggle escaping from between your swollen lips, and he released his other hand from the glass to caress your jaw lightly, touch soft and gentle with a smile equally fond on his face. “I cannot believe you just did that.”

“We, y/n. We’re in this together, right?” He asked softly, pressing his forehead to yours, and you pecked him on the lips. He looked more beautiful than you had ever seen him before, the washed out white light of the hallway illuminating his skin, eyes wide and glossy, his lips plump and swollen from all the contact. His hair was swept away from his forehead and jutting up sporadically, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. Of course we are.” You said before giggling uncontrollably, and he separated from you, giving you a questioning look. “I’m sorry. I’m just so surprised.”

“About what?” He said, a hand still hesitating on your waist like he didn’t want to truly let go of you, fingers fisting the fabric of your shirt tightly.

“Well, out of everyone,” You pressed a hand to his cheek, running down his jawline with a smile, and you swore you saw hearts in his eyes. “It ended up being you.”

“And that’s a good thing, right?” He asked, worry evident in his eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to confirm to him how much you liked him. You never thought you would like him this much.

“A happy ending for an ironic story.” You confirmed, and he beamed, kissing up and down your cheeks with excitement, in a way that made you uncontrollably grin.

“I never thought my first kiss with you would be against a vending machine.”

“Oh, so you imagined kissing me before?” His cheeks flamed as you simpered.

“Shut up.”

Yangyang took you home that night, or more precisely, drove you home, although not in a car. Nine years of knowing the boy, and you had no clue he could ride a motorcycle. When he reached your doorstep, you parted with a sweet kiss on the lips and a soft goodnight whispered under bated breath, and you found you didn’t mind getting along with Yangyang for the time being. 

Of course, Kun had his suspicions when he heard the roar of a motorcycle from outside his window at 9 pm, and that you coincidentally decided to suddenly arrive home at the same time Yangyang parked his Yamaha Vmax. But he let it go, assuming it would be best to wait ‘til the morning to interrogate you about your relationship.

Life was sweet. Maybe the bickering had stopped you from seeing that.

⋰˚☆

“Y/n.” Karina said, lounging on the couch with a glass of Sprite in her hand, head dangling off the edge of the cushions. “Why is Yangyang your lock screen?” You froze mid motion, about to pour yourself a bowl of jiujiang from your brother’s liquor cabinet. You continued, figuring you’d need the bit of alcohol to get yourself through this conversation. You usually had Yangyang as your lock screen when you were alone and with him, a photo you had taken when he was swinging at the park down the street, a bright smile on his face and his feet kicking in the air as he waved at the camera.

“I like that photo.” You said simply, hoping the lame explanation was enough.

“When’d you take this?” Karina asked suspiciously, sitting up and staring a bit closer at your phone until you reached over her shoulder and snatched it from her.

“None of your business.” You snapped, shoving the device into your pocket before she could inquire further, and realization flooded her eyes, mouth gaping open in shock.

“Y/n!” She screeched. “You’re not dating Liu Yangyang!” You clapped a hand over her mouth, pulling her head down and looking around in paranoia.

“He might hear you.” You hissed. “He’s right next door.”

“Y/n, please tell me you’re not dating Yangyang.” She said, voice muffled, and you looked away, releasing her mouth and taking a spoonful of rice porridge.

“Don’t tell anyone.” You ordered. “I’m not actually dating him. He never asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“But you go on dates?” You nodded. “You hold hands?” You nodded. “You kiss each other?” You hesitated this time, but eventually nodded, and Karina exhaled through her nose. “Then you’re dating. God, I knew this would happen.”

“We’re not dating.” You said stubbornly, putting the bowl to your mouth and abandoning the spoon, just slurping the rice porridge off the edge of the cup.

“Y/n, I’ve known you for years. I can tell when you like somebody, and you like Yangyang. Probably more than you know.” You scoffed skeptically at her statement, but she shrugged and leaned back. “Best friends see things you don’t, you know. I can tell.” She insisted, and you took another sip of the porridge indignantly. But her words got you thinking, maybe Karina was right. Yangyang hadn’t left your mind since that night two days previous when he kissed you, and the butterflies that filled your stomach when he entered your mind were anything but platonic,

Maybe you liked Yangyang a little more than you thought you did.

March was almost over, the last week of the winter ending and the new season approaching, something even more worrisome coming with it: prom. Weeks passed, the 31st creeping closer with every day, and yet, Yangyang never asked you to be his girlfriend. You never asked him what you were to him, what was happening between the two of you. You had seen that line, the “what are we?” spiel in an endless amount of movies, shows, and shitty romance novels, and you swore you wouldn’t open your heart to the boy before he opened his to you. 

 Maybe there was a part of you that was afraid he would abandon you after that night at the vending machine, that he would write it off as a mistake —or maybe, in a horrible twist of events, check something off his bucket list— but fortunately enough, the kiss seemed to be on his mind just as much as it was on yours, if not more. He never kissed you in front of your friends, he was waiting for approval on that front, which you weren’t sure if you were ready to give. The sight of you and him merely getting along was enough to make Ten heave up his lunch, so public displays of affection were almost entirely off boundaries. But the occasional moment when nobody was looking during a Chem lecture, when he had a chance to pull you into the corner of the cafeteria before the lunch rush, or when Ms. Choi forgot to lock the classroom door, he’d plant the biggest kiss on you and hold you like you were his world. It was nice. Maybe too nice, because you sure as hell weren’t used to it yet.

Going from tossing food during conversation and dumping chili paste in each other’s morning tea to kissing and holding hands between tutoring sessions was beginning to give you whiplash. He also hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet. If you were being honest, you weren’t sure if you were happy about that or not.

It didn’t matter to you. It was only week 1 of kissing Liu Yangyang on the regular; you were sure you’d get used to it at some point, and who knows, maybe one day the two of you would be one of those couples that caused envy wherever they went, the type that did facemasks and went to movies just to ignore the screen and stare at each other until their eyes went dull. You had time, time to learn to love Liu Yangyang and time to wait patiently until he told you he wanted to be with you.

You thought you had time. Until Xiaojun came back to school.

“Can we talk?” There it was, the infamous line. Xiaojun had popped out of absolutely nowhere, backpack half across his shoulders, hair mussed and free from its usual neat style. His bangs were drooping slightly in  his face, the blue washed out to a lighter teal with a tinge of chlorine green, and he had dark circles under his eyes that looked like they carried the weight of all his thoughts. He looked like a mess, a beautiful mess, and you were absolutely not ready to talk to him.

The rest of your friends had their mouths agape at the sudden reappearance of what was now widely known as your “highschool sweetheart”. Ten had a look on his face like you had just slapped him across the cheek, and Karina seemed seconds away from murder, eyes dark and arms crossed, likely to hold back whatever violent move she was thinking of pulling. 

Yangyang looked upset. Very upset, flecks of white sparkling across his worried eyes, and you could feel his fingers begin to intertwine with yours where the others couldn’t see it, hidden under the fabric of his hoodie sleeve.

“I don’t really want to talk.” You laughed nervously, and Yangyang’s hand squeezed yours tightly for a brief moment. It was true, you didn’t want to talk. Not because you were angry, no, you weren’t so immature as to get mad at being rejected. You were scared. Scared of what he might say and what it might make you think.

“Please, y/n.” His voice dropped an octave and quieted just as much, low enough for only you and the person next to you to hear. “I need to tell you something.” Yangyang was a second away from interrupting. He didn’t want you to go, he didn’t want you to admit that he had someone in his life who would take his place, who could convince you that he wasn’t good enough and never would be. Yangyang had spent enough of his life being hated by you, and he couldn’t stand another year, another day, another second.

“Fine.” You said, and Yangyang’s breath hitched in his throat. Don’t go, he wanted to scream, but you gave his hand an affirming squeeze before standing, brushing off your shirt and following the blue haired boy who had already begun to walk, seeing where he would take you. Hendery cupped his mouth to cheer, but Sicheng tugged his arm down before he could utter a word. Yangyang bit his lip, cold and empty hand coming to his side and slipping into his pocket.

All he could do was wait.

Xiaojun walked for a few minutes in no particular direction, seeking anywhere secluded and private enough to have a proper conversation. You followed silently, afraid that if you spoke you might ruin whatever peacefulness was left between the two of you. Maybe, just maybe, you could be friends again. You just had to hear him out.

Xiaojun wrapped a delicate hand around the doorknob of any empty classroom, turning the knob and walking inside, waiting for you to enter before he shut the door behind you. He locked it, which was concerning, but you tried not to think much about it, watching from beside the door as he leaned against an empty desk. Silence passed between the two of you like waves washing over a worn out shore, before he cleared his throat and mustered up the strength to speak.

“I’m sorry.” He started, and you looked away. “I’m sorry for not considering how you were feeling, and I’m sorry for being so painfully oblivious. I’m sorry for embarrassing you, and I’m sorry for making you tutor me for free when you probably had better things to do. I’m sorry for making you spend time with me.”

“There’s really no need to apologize.” You said timidly. “I don’t care that you rejected me. I’d rather that you’re honest with me. It’ll hurt less in the end.” Xiaojun shook his head, and you thought you could see tears welling up in the corner of his eyes, although maybe that was just your imagination.

“I wasn’t honest with you.” He admitted hesitantly. “I didn’t take the time to think about it, because I was so confused. I was confused why you, such a wonderful, friendly, intelligent person, would give a shit about me.” You wanted to interrupt, but you could tell from the serious look in his eyes that he needed to finish saying his thoughts aloud. “When I came to Korea, I didn’t know anyone other than my cousin. I thought people wouldn’t like me, that I would stand out, or that maybe my dreams were stupid and I would never be good enough to make it here if I couldn’t make it in back in China.” He finally looked up from the floor, and you could feel his eyes on you even if you didn’t see it. “But you told me I could do it. You wanted to know about me, you tutored me when I was struggling because you understood me.” You moved from your place by the door to sit on a desk across from him, and he made eye contact, serious and full of drowned emotion. “You were the first person I met here that treated me so kindly. And I took advantage of that.”

“No, you didn’t.” You tried to defend him, but he shook his head yet again.

“I did. And those days I spent at home, trying to get you out of my head, made me realize something.” He put a hand on your arm softly, his eyes watering with shimmering tears in his ducts. “I really can’t live without you.” You stuttered, unsure of what response to give him, what to say to assure him that you felt the same way. Your heart was betraying your mind, and instead of telling him it would be okay and you could still be friends, you set your hand on top of his, eyes shining. That one movement triggered something, and Xiaojun leaned forward, putting one hand on your cheek and the other reaching for the table beside you.

You kissed before you could properly think about it. You didn’t want to, but you wanted nothing more, and as horrible as you felt, a weight had been lifted from your shoulders the moment his lips touched yours. He sighed into the kiss, pulling you closer, limbs entangling on top of the desk as he pulled you to his side. Maybe a minute passed, maybe two, but you finally summoned the will to pull away, panting and your lips swollen from his on top of your own.

“Is something wrong?” He asked with concern, putting his hand on top of yours, and you shook your head, unsure of what to say or do.

“Nothing wrong.” You stammered. “I-I just…” What were you supposed to say? Wasn’t this exactly what you were looking for those weeks ago, when you told him you liked him in the middle of the library for everyone to hear?

Xiaojun depended on you. You were his safety net, his escape hatch for when he needed a taste of home and someone to tell him everything would be okay. You were his home in a place far away from home.

“I’m glad you told me.” You said finally, and he grinned, a grin that knocked you off your feet. After so long, he was just as beautiful as he was when you first met him, and you found your heart speeding up the same way it did when you told him you liked him. You had hoped that maybe something would change, that after a week of not thinking about him, you would stop liking him, that these confusing feelings would go away and you could live your life as friends and nothing more. But when he smiled at you like you were his whole world, you came to a painful realization. 

You couldn’t just be friends with someone who smiled at you like that.

⋰˚☆

You tried your best to keep everything that had happened in the classroom a secret. You straightened out your hair and clothes in a hurry, attempting to look presentable, and applied lip plumper so you’d have an excuse to tell Ten when he would inevitably ask you why your lips looked so swollen. When Xiaojun tried to hold your hand on the way back, you politely told him you weren’t ready yet, and he gave you a confused look, yet respected your wishes and let go.

Turns out your efforts were all for naught, as Yangyang was nowhere to be seen when you exited. Karina, Hendery and Ten were the only ones left, laying on their stomachs as Karina painted Ten’s nails a fresh new shade of green, Hendery left to his own devices and one second from spilling purple nail polish all over his hands.

“Where’s Yangyang?” You asked immediately upon arriving to the spot under the willow tree, and the three looked up with surprise at your abrupt comment.

“He and Sicheng went to get snacks from Jaehyun’s table. You know Yuta will give Sicheng anything for a hug.” Ten said. You sighed in relief, dropping onto the picnic blanket spread across the grass. “What about you two?” He wiggled his eyebrows, and you glared at him fiercely. “Did you make out- make up?” You slapped his arm as punishment for his very obvious comment. “Freudian slip.” He shrugged, and Karina gave you a suspicious look. Xiaojun reached for your arm instinctively, but you nudged him with your foot, his hand slowly coming to rest on the blanket instead.

“Yeah. We made up.” Xiaojun said, clearing his throat, and the other three looked at you with some kind of disappointment, going back to painting their nails.

“Boring.” Ten yawned, and you rolled your eyes.

“Ignore him.” You said quietly to Xiaojun, and he nodded, hand sneaking to yours under the blanket in a place where nobody could see, and you felt nausea rush through your stomach at the deja vu.

You didn’t see Yangyang for the rest of the school day. Even when Sicheng returned to the group with an armful of snacks brought straight from Canada by Mark’s father, and the group ravenously destroyed them, he didn’t show up, not even when Sicheng brought out the cheetos. You thought for certain he had some kind of cheeto radar, and if the cheesy snacks couldn’t bring him back to the picnic, you figured something must have happened to keep him away. He didn’t offer to walk you home like usual, and you took the route back to your house alone, cardigan tightly wrapped around you to keep out the chilly wind, nose running from the sudden rush of cold. You were suddenly wishing you had brought a thicker jacket to school that day, as home was still almost a mile away and the sky was turning more and more gray by the minute.

Even a day later, he was still missing. Another day passed, and Yangyang still wasn’t in class. He wasn’t in class all day, and you beginning to wonder if he had somehow found out about your conversation with Xiaojun by some cruel twist of fate, and was skipping school to avoid you. But he didn’t come the next day, the next, the next, or the one after that, and you were no longer concerned about him avoiding you, you were wondering if he was still alive. Yangyang might not be the best student, but he never skipped class; his parents would kill him if he did. So for him to be missing from attendance for four days straight, it wasn’t a common occurrence.

Xiaojun still hadn’t taken a step back from the first time he kissed you, seemingly just taking more steps closer to you instead. What had started as innocent quality time and tutoring —which you had finally reinstated— ended up turning into make out sessions in the janitor’s closet and dates to wherever you could manage. One day, he took you to the ice cream parlor without you knowing, and you swore Renjun had murder in his eyes when he handed you a cone of mint choco. Since then, you tried to avoid the places Yangyang had taken you before.

You had to tell Yangyang now. As soon as you got back from class and your regular tutoring sessions, which took longer than expected, you were going to march straight over to his house to break up with him before your relationship even started, even as much as you didn’t want to. And so here you were, standing at his doorstep with your knuckles hovering over the hardwood, ready to tell the boy that you couldn’t be with him anymore, if you weren’t even together in the first place.

To your surprise, the one behind the door wasn’t Yangyang, but his female counterpart, standing in a fuzzy pajama set with a bottle of coke in one hand and her phone in the other. You figured that fluffy sleepwear must be a fondness that runs in the family.

“Oh, y/n!” Yangyang’s sister exclaimed, opening the door a bit wider after seeing your familiar face. “I would invite you in, but our house is a bit of a war zone right now.”

“Why is that?” You asked curiously, and the mere question seemed to tire her out as she rolled her eyes and jabbed her thumb at the background of the house.

“He’s got cholera, God knows how.” She said exasperatedly, folding her arms. “Me and Stefan are staying out of his bedroom for now, while he quarantines.” You assumed Stefan must be her new German boyfriend, and nodded, stomach sinking with every word she uttered. “Apparently cholera requires a week of quarantine, which seems excessive for a bad case of dehydration.” She rolled her eyes, and you felt your breath hitch. A week? That explained why he was missing for so long, but prom was in four days, and you barely had time to tell him before it came around, if he came back to school in time for the occasion. “He’s feeling a bit better, but he still can’t leave. I had to screw his windows shut after he tried to sneak out.” She shook her head, but seemed to realize she was babbling, clearing her throat in embarrassment and covering her mouth with her fist. “Um, is there a message you wanted me to give him?”

No way. You absolutely could not break up with Liu Yangyang through his sister.

“Nothing.” You lied. “Um, just let him know I hope he feels better soon. Can he still text or call?” She shook her head.

“No, and it’s driving him insane. He left his phone at school and none of us are allowed to get it.” You nodded. You supposed you would rather not talk to him over the phone regardless. Karina had been broken up with over text in 10th grade, and she tossed a porcelain vase out the window when she found out. You’d rather not have that happen, or worse, considering your house was within easy reach.

“Alright. Tell him I hope he gets healthy soon.” You said despondently.

“I’m sure that’ll make him feel better.” She said with a knowing look and a wink, disappearing back behind the door.

You supposed all you could do was wait.

⋰˚☆

“I’m breaking up with Yangyang.” Karina's eyes widened from the other side of the phone, and she slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Are you sure?”

“Xiaojun and I,” You hesitated to finish your sentence. “When we made up, he kissed me.” Karina let out a squeal, and you clicked your tongue at her disapprovingly. “Rin, that’s not a good thing!”

“I think it is!” She defended. “You’ve liked Xiaojun since you first met him, I can tell. Forget Yangyang, that boy is golden. Sweet, caring, affectionate, and now he’s relatively smart now that you’ve tutored him. Not to mention he’s insanely hot.” You pinched the space between your eyebrows pensively. “Are you still meeting up?”

“Yes.” You said reluctantly. “I’m basically cheating on Yangyang.”

“Well, a bit. But you’re planning to break up with him, right? I mean, he hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend.”

“I just have to wait until he gets over his fucking cholera, then I’ll tell him.” You rubbed your temples. “This is stressing me out, Rin. I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you think Xiaojun will ask you to be his girlfriend?”

“I don’t know.”

“Prom?

“I don’t know.” You repeated through gritted teeth. “It’s four days away, and I have no idea what the fuck to do. What if Yangyang asks me to prom?”

“Tell him to fuck off.”

“That’s mean, Karina.”

“Isn’t it meaner to ignore him?” She had a point. Wasn’t it a bit more cruel to let him wonder, than to tell him you didn’t want to be with him? Was it true that you didn’t want to be with him? Everything was confusing, but you knew one thing: you didn’t want to hurt him. While it was inevitable, the least you could do was make it brief.

“I’m going to tell him as soon as I can see him again. Once his quarantine is over, I’ll do it. I’m going to end things with Yangyang.”

It had been seven days since Yangyang had abruptly gone into quarantine, and you had been rehearsing how to break the news to him.

You found that you no longer wanted to go out anymore. Every time Ten wanted to go to the ice cream parlor, you found yourself unable to face the server, when Sicheng suggested you take a trip to the mall, you couldn’t help but think of when Yangyang had taken you shopping to get a dress for your date on the weekend. And more often than not, you caught yourself thinking about him when you were home alone, sitting on the couch with nothing to do but stew in your thoughts, as you were now.

Your reverie was interrupted by a sudden ring of the doorbell, the reverberating chime startling you out of your thoughts and bringing you back to reality. Kun wasn’t here to open the door, so you mustered up the energy to stand up and do it yourself, desperately hoping it wasn’t Hendery asking to go on a double date for the fiftieth time. The door creaked open, revealing not Hendery, but the last person you wanted to see while in deep contemplation.

“Oh, Xiaojun.” You said in surprise, nervously smiling when you saw the giddy boy, who seemed to be holding something rather large behind his back.

“Hey.” Xiaojun said breathlessly, and he was panting like he had ran across town, a bead of sweat decorating the baby hairs on his forehead and matting them down to his skin. Your eyes drifted down to the large, white object concealed behind his back, which seemed to stretch almost as tall as him and was so wide it peeked a few inches out from behind his figure on both sides. He looked around your house, checking the background for something you weren’t sure of. “Is your brother home?”

“He’s out with some friends.” You said vaguely, the side of the door still clutched in your hand tightly like you were holding onto a life raft. You were afraid to let him, afraid of what might happen and the guilt you would feel when it was over. Luckily, he made no advances, just puffing out his chest and setting his jaw.

“Well, then I guess there’s no time like the present.” Xiaojun said, taking a deep breath to steady himself before pulling the object from behind his back, which you now realized was a sign, and you studied the text on it with wide eyes containing both utter horror and pure joy. “Y/n Qian, will you be my date to prom?” He asked with scrunched up eyes, a wide smile on his face as he presented his sign to you with one hand and a rose in the other, the sign handwritten and sloppy, with paper hearts pasted all across the border. ‘Y/n, will you accept this rose and go to prom with me?’, it said, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the bad Bachelorette reference, a hand over your mouth. It was ugly, it was the last thing you wanted, and it was the happiest you had ever been.

“Xiaojun,” You said in disbelief, taking the rose from his hand and holding it tightly to your chest, the damp, red petals leaving wet prints on your shirt. “Wow…”

“Is that a good wow, or a bad wow?” He asked hesitantly, and let out a breath of relief when you laughed loudly, a big smile on your face.

“A good wow.” You affirmed. He watched you expectantly, waiting for your answer, and you knew you couldn’t stall forever. You wanted to say yes, you really did, but some kind of guilt settled itself in the bottom of your stomach, pooling there comfortably, not seeming like it would leave any time soon. After everything that had happened between you and both boys, you weren’t sure where your heart belonged. But all you knew was Xiaojun was more than a friend, and the thought of him being any less was nothing but devastating. “O-of course I’ll go to prom with you.” At your words, his eyes widened in surprise, and it made you wonder if he thought you would say no. He dropped the sign, leaping forward to wrap his arms around you and plant a massive kiss on your cheek, making you giggle and pull him inside, hoping that nobody had seen.

“Would you be my girlfriend then?” He asked hesitantly, fearing a rejection, but you nodded softly, making him drop his head in relief. “God, that makes me so happy.” He said contentedly, face resting in the crook of your neck, his nose grazing against your skin as he spoke into your shoulder. You shut the door behind the two of you, making sure to bring the sign inside, and chuckled at his tight embrace, not daring to move him. You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, the most easily accessible body part, and smiled.

“I’m so happy that you asked me.” You confessed, and you could feel him grin against your skin. “One problem.” He stood straight immediately, head coming up from your shoulder with a concerned frown on his face.

“What?”

“I don’t have a dress.” He relaxed visibly upon your joking statement, a hand tracing your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“We’ll fix that, baby. Don’t you worry.”

⋰˚☆

That morning, you slept straight through your alarm. The minute that Xiaojun parted from your house with a sweet kiss and a wave goodbye, you had called Karina to gush over the sudden proposal, and upon hearing the news, your best friend had screamed and insisted she come over for a celebratory sleepover. You woke up with a missing best friend —who had gone home to get a fresh pair of clothes and pick up Hendery in the morning— and a mere ten minutes before class started, with barely enough time to get ready, much less walk to school. You forced your exhausted and very hungover brother to drive you to school, making it there just in time to catch your friends at the gate, with only a few minutes before the morning bell would ring.

“Hey!” Hendery yelled when he saw you, the group lingering outside the front gate on one of the stone ledges in front of the entrance. “Where’ve you been?”

“Overslept.” You panted, having ran the last two blocks after you felt unsafe with Kun at the wheel, which wasn’t a very normal occurrence considering he was quite the driver. Karina and Xiaojun gave you a knowing look, the latter grabbing your hand and pecking a kiss onto your cheek. Ten watched the action with an expression like someone had just slapped him on the face, Sicheng looked rather unbothered, and Hendery immediately leaned in to get all the information from his girlfriend, who jabbed him in the side with her elbow.

“Well that’s new.” Sicheng said matter-0f-factly.

“I didn’t tell you?” You tittered, fidgeting with your free hand, the other still clasped in Xiaojun’s. “We’re dating.”

“I fucking knew it!” Ten exclaimed, slinging an arm each around your shoulders. “So, when did this happen?” “We talked last night.” Xiaojun clarified, and you squeezed his hand with a smile. “I think we figured a lot of things out, and I told her how I felt. I also asked her to prom.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple that made your heart burst out of your chest.

“Oh, did you?” Hendery asked with a smile, raising his brows. “I’m surprised Liu Yangyang didn’t beat you to it.” In a second, the mood changed, Xiaojun’s expression immediately turning stony as you looked down at your feet. Karina nudged the boy in the side again, a bit harder this time, and he looked around in confusion. “What?” “You dumbass.” Karina mumbled exasperatedly, clapping a hand over his mouth. “You wanna go inside, guys? Class is gonna start soon.” The others nodded, and you silently thanked Karina for saving you a very awkward conversation, grasping Xiaojun’s hand and walking with the group to your next period.

“I have to go.” Xiaojun said, his fingers releasing from yours, hands separating slightly. “My first period is across campus.” It was odd, that when you were seeing him before, the last thing you wanted was to hold hands. But the thought of letting go, letting him leave, made you scared. It was day eight of Yangyang’s absence, the day his quarantine was over and he could return to school as normal, and you were absolutely not prepared to face him. You kept a hold on his hand, still looking at the floor, and he sighed, pressing his hand softly to your cheek. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll see you later. Maybe we can go shopping for matching prom outfits?” You smiled at the proposal, and he grinned. He caressed your skin soothingly, and you wondered how he was always capable of making you feel better when you needed it. “I’ll see you at lunch, baby.” And with that, he was gone, walking away with a soft smile on his face and a wave, which you returned. You were alone again, absolutely not ready to walk into the first period where Yangyang would undoubtedly be sitting in the middle of class with a bright smile and a kiss ready to be planted on your cheek.

And for the first time in weeks, you’d have to pretend you didn’t want to kiss him.

Maybe you had done something right in your past life, because Yangyang wasn’t in class. You weren’t sure if it was a blessing or curse, but out of sight, out of mind. Maybe it was a blessing that he had gone missing from prom, and you could enjoy the highlight of your senior year without him weighing on your mind, or the fear of running into him among the bustling crowd. You decided to focus on getting outfits for prom instead, a thought that made your heart race and your cheeks warm at the mere suggestion. Just the mental image of you and Xiaojun walking into prom with a matching suit and dress made you drop your head to your desk, trying to hide the fond smile that stretched out your cheeks. And so the day flew by, your head consumed with conversations with a blond and shopping with your boyfriend, whichever came first.

“You seem spaced out, baby.” Xiaojun said, waving his hand in front of your eyes, watching you with concern. You snapped out of your trance, blinking hard.

“Ah, sorry.” You stammered as you tried to process what he had just asked you. He seemed to read your mind, repeating his question again for you to hear.

“What do you think?” He asked, stepping back a few paces and doing a playful twirl. He had picked out a pretty dress, holding it up and showing it off, excited for your response. “Do you like it?” It was almost floor length, a lovely shade of emerald with a golden leaf design wrapping across and layers of tulle stretching from the midsection and reaching to the floor. It was pretty, but something about it wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. You pondered his choice, before shaking your head, and he pouted.

“Something isn’t right.” You mused, and he walked back to the racks of dresses petulantly, shoving the dress back on the hanger and onto the organizer. Your eyes searched the rows upon rows of fluffy fabric for something that caught your eye, anything, until you found it. The dress.

It was sitting at the end of the racks, shoved into the corner and partially hidden behind a poofy black number. You reached for it, taking it off the hanger with a smile. It reached the floor, pleated sheer fabric laying on top of a silky crimson red, a corset-like bodice on top with and off the shoulder neckline decorated with pearls and two thin bows. The color was like deep plum wine, and the sight of it was purely breathtaking. It was exactly what you were looking for.

“This one.” You said immediately, holding it up to your frame with an endeared grin. “I like this dress.” Xiaojun’s eyes raised, looking you up and down before pressing a kiss to your cheek softly.

“If you like it, I like it.” He said with a smile, taking it out of your hands. “I didn’t know you liked red.” He cleared his throat and jabbed his thumb to the other side of the store, containing masculine formal wear. “I’ll go find a matching suit.” He expected you to follow, but you stood stock still, deep in your thoughts, and so he left without you. Xiaojun was right. You didn’t like red, you didn’t like it all, so you hadn’t a clue why you chose the dress with the color you liked least.

How annoying. You just had to pick a dress in Yangyang’s favorite color.

⋰˚☆

Prom was upon you. Your nerves were shot, you could feel your hands trembling and you felt unsteady in your heels, like they didn’t fit your feet quite right and you might tip over if you took a step. You thought this must be the closest feeling to the few moments before your wedding, and you hoped you would have a bit more composure when that moment eventually came.

You thought you looked pretty good, if you did say so yourself. Karina certainly did, dressed up in a satiny light pink dress with a low neckline that was likely to make Hendery’s eyes pop out of his head. If you knew him, and you did, he would drop to his knees. You only hoped your boyfriend had as good of a reaction to yourself.

“You look fine.” Karina insisted, tugging you away from the mirror by the arm. “Better than fine, in fact. You look gorgeous.” She smoothed down a stray strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear with a smile. “The boys will be here soon. We should get going, hm?” You nodded, intertwining your hand with hers as you made your way down the stairs to see your brother sobbing, a camera in his right hand.

“God, my little sister is all grown up.” He cried, throwing himself onto you, and you pushed him off, brushing off your dress.

“Don’t! You’ll get tear stains on my makeup.” You said, nudging him in the side and eventually pulling him into a hug when you saw the saddened look on his face. “I’m not that old, Kun. Just wait until I get to college.” That made him cry harder. 

You and Karina left your wailing older brother behind when you heard the doorbell ring, the both of you looking at each other in excitement before dashing to the door, both of you tussling over the doorknob. You got a hand on it first, swinging the door open to reveal the two men standing behind it, stunning smiles on both of their faces and neat suits on their bodies. Karina flew to her boyfriend, and he watched her with wide eyes, taking in her appearance in shock.

“Holy shit, you look incredible.” He said with a gaping mouth, and she tapped his chin with her manicured nail, a fond smile on her face.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” The couple giggled, beginning to chat, but you and Xiaojun had yet to say a word to each other, still staring at the other from a few feet away, your hand clutching the door knob for dear life.

“Xiaojun.” You said breathlessly.

“Y/n.” He answered in response, seeming just as stunned.

He was the prettiest picture you had ever seen. Dressed in a blazer with black lapels and a deep crimson body, he looked like someone had dragged an angel down from heaven, hair styled neatly, a few stray strands of blue hair dropping onto his forehead adorably. You wanted to brush them away, but after a moment of thought, you decided you liked them better like that. “You look… beautiful.” He seemed to be at a loss for words, and your cheeks heated up at the way he shamelessly checked you out. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“You look amazing.” You said in response, leaning forward to peck his cheeks, and you were certain his face darkened a few shades of pink. “Ready to go?”

“Always, m’lady.” He offered his arm, and you took it, curtseying playfully, ready to go to the car and have the best time of your high school life.

“Alright,” Kun said, and you rolled your eyes, preparing yourself for the embarrassing lecture he was likely to give next. “I’m not gonna say don’t drink, because there’s no way in hell I’m going to stop you, so just don’t black out. I don’t even want to think about you having sex, but use protection, and if they start some orgy shit, y/n you  better call me-”

“Kun.” You said through gritted teeth, and he raised his hands in protest.

“I’ve barely started!”

“Can you please just drive?” He sighed, snatching the car keys from the shelf by the door, gesturing for you to exit the front door, and the four of you rushed outside, running in your heels and dress shoes, huge grins on your faces as the spring wind from outside rushed through your hair and clothes. “Get in. I know you like it when I drive fast, so I will. Just for tonight.” He warned, and you slapped him on the back gratefully with a grin. The group jumped into Kun’s Range Rover, and he stomped on the gas, speeding down the street and off into the night sky, the street stretching down like it would drive into the horizon and up to the moon.

A door opened with a creak, black and newly polished shoes clicking across the street with every step as they approached your doorstep. One knock, then a second, then a third, with no answer. A click of the stranger’s tongue sounded across the empty street.

“Where the hell is she?”

⋰˚☆

Prom was everything you expected. Bass boosted music that shook your heart inside your ribs, crowds of dancing students dressed to the nines, and the mix of perfume and alcohol all through the room, the parent chaperones hardly caring about the not-so-subtle alcohol consumption happening amongst the students. You were so excited and terrified you could barely breathe, but the gentle hold of Xiaojun’s hand on yours kept you grounded, and you took a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

“You okay?” Your date asked, leaning in to reach a bit closer to your ear, and you smiled, pecking him on the cheek with an assuring nod.

“Just excited.” He rubbed thumb over the front of your hand. “I can’t believe high school is almost over already. I feel like it went by in a flash.”

“Me too. I really didn’t get enough time to spend at this school. But at least I got to spend my first and last year here with you.” He whispered in your ear, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth at his complimentative words. 

“I’m glad I got to spend it with you too. It’s just the beginning.” You pecked him on the cheek, and you saw his face warm up, a slight pink tinting his skin. Maybe the idea of spending the rest of your time together, maturing together, didn’t sound so bad. Just then, a flurrying presence and his very tired companion made their way over to you, the former wearing a loud embroidered blazer with nothing underneath and a pair of shorts that reminded you of a British schoolboy. “God, those two.” You tutted, but your smile betrayed you.

“What the fuck is up?!” Ten yelled over the music, and Sicheng shook his head disapprovingly. “You guys look ugly as hell.”

“Thanks, Ten.” Karina deadpanned, straightening out the skirt of her dress. 

“What’s with the hair?” You laughed, and he reached up to tousle the newly dyed locks on the top of his head, now closer to a buzz cut than ever, the roots still a light shade of turquoise and the tips a sulfurous color of vivid yellow.

“You like it? I got Yuta to bleach it last night.” He said, clearly proud and puffing out his chest. “I think yellow is my color.”

“You look stupid.” Hendery said, whacking the back of his head and upturning up his messy style, which Ten glared at him for.

“That’s what I said.” Sicheng sighed, pushing the older boy out of the way. “But he wanted to bleach it. Yuta is a horrible influence, so he was happy to do it for him.”

“Yuta is more fun than any of you guys.” Ten bit back, but you all knew he didn’t mean it. It was hard to get affection out of him sometimes.

“I’m surprised you came, Sicheng. I thought you’d want to stay home.” Xiaojun commented, and the others seemed to agree silently with nods.

“He’s my date tonight.” Ten said proudly.

“Only tonight.” Sicheng cursed at Ten with his eyes, and the senior finally shut his mouth with a roll of his eyes, gripping Sicheng’s wrist and pulling him onto the bustling dance floor, a look on the latter’s face like he wanted to throw him out the window. You were on the fourth floor, for perspective.

“C’mon losers! Let’s dance!” Ten yelled to the group, and with reluctance but a fond smile, the four of you followed, losing yourself in the crowd and intense beat of the music, your hand still firmly intertwined with your boyfriend’s.

After half an hour or so of dancing, you were fully tired out. The banquet hall your school had rented out was three times the size of the gymnasium that usually held all the school dances, but it could barely contain the population of your school. Finding it difficult to breathe in the crowds of teens in flowy dresses and sharp tuxedos, you pulled yourself to the side by the drinks, hoping to get a quick breather before you were undoubtedly pulled back to partake in a slow dance with Xiaojun.

Your heart had hardly beat this fast in your life. The idea that all your time in high school was ending in one mere night was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, and the energy radiating from the hall was enough to take your breath away. You walked off to the side, where couples were sitting at table and chatting —or alternatively, eating each other’s faces where the chaperones couldn’t see— and took a few deep breaths to regain your composure. From the crowds of students came an angelic face, hand outstretched and with a very concerned expression.

“You okay, baby?” Xiaojun asked soothingly, reaching for your hand, his fingers running over your own. “You seem a little stressed. You wanna go home?” You shook your head adamantly, lifting his hand and pressing a chaste kiss on his knuckles.

“I’m fine, just a little headache.” You assured him. “Keep dancing. I’m going to get some water, I’ll be right back.” He watched you with worry in his sparkling eyes.

“Are you sure?” He asked in disquietude, and you nodded. He pulled you into a soft kiss, his arm circling around your waist gently, the other free hand running up the side of your face to cradle your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your jawline. If you felt a bit dizzy before, the kizz made your head spin, and in a nice way. “Promise you’ll let me know if you need anything? The minute you want to go home, we can.”

“I promise.” You said with a gentle peck on his cheek, and he couldn’t hold back a smile. It was almost as if Xiaojun made it his goal to make you wonder how you got so lucky, every single day. “Go back and dance.”

It took a few minutes of insistence before your overly concerned boyfriend would leave your side, retreating to the dance floor with his eyes over his shoulder, finally turning back to your friend group when he realized you weren’t looking at him. You, meanwhile, just wanted to get some water and maybe an Advil if you got lucky and found someone with meds on them.

“Y/n?” A voice called from behind you, and you froze up at the familiar sound. It was too early, it was too soon, and it was altogether the wrong night. You prayed you heard the person wrong, and it wasn’t exactly who you predicted, but when you turned, your fears were confirmed by the blond standing six feet behind you.

His hair was styled neatly, half brushed back and the other half lifted a bit more and draping onto his forehead, a red suit made of a shiny fabric adorning his body, along with a corsage of orchids in his hand.

He remembered your favorite flower.

But that wasn’t what stood out. Despite how ethereal he looked in the moonlight that peeked through the skylights of the hall, his face lit by a pool of silver light, all you could see were the growing tears in his eyes.

“Yangyang-” You started to begin, but he cut you off without saying a word, simply shaking his head as tears began to fall from his eyes, despite how much he wanted to hold them back. He didn’t want you to see him cry: he didn’t want you to see how much you meant to him and how much he didn’t want to lose you. Maybe the past few months had made him soft, but he didn’t want you to see him vulnerable anymore.

“Did you just forget about me or something?” He asked, and his voice cracked at the same time that your heart did, and you felt a pang of guilt and sadness go through your chest at the sight of his teary face. “I… I guess I was wrong to try and start over.” He tossed the corsage to the ground before you could muster the strength to respond, turning on his heel and storming out of the hall, pushing past the hoards of students in the way to get to the exit and barging through the main doors. It took you a moment to regain your composure, and your sense, and before you knew it, you had picked up the edges of your skirt and dashed outside, your friends watching with concern and confusion from the dance floor as you burst through the doors with your skirt flying around you like a thunderstorm.

You had to catch him before he got too far, and you didn’t know why.

“Yangyang!” You screamed after him. He was still in your sight, storming off but only a few paces ahead of you. He was walking fast, but not fast enough, and maybe something in him was hoping if he walked slow enough, you’d be able to catch up with him and throw some excuse at him, telling him how you needed him back and you were sorry. But you didn’t get the chance, your red shoes tripped you up, the blade-thin heels tilting to the side, one snapping off as you dropped to the ground, tripping over your own feet and slamming into the concrete, the gravel scratching up your knees and surely your dress as well.

You groaned, getting to your knees and pushing your face off the concrete, hairs flying out of your neat do and matting to your forehead. You held back your tears, concentrated on catching up to the boy currently attempting to escape you. Brushing off your clothes, you winced when the time came to sit up, but you were startled by a pair of arms hooking around your waist and pulling you to your feet. Yangyang stared at you for a moment after helping you up, before breaking eye contact and pushing you away roughly with a stream of curses.

“I can’t believe this.” He muttered angrily. “I want to help you. I want to be with you, and I don’t want you to be alone, even after what you did to me. Why? Why do you do this to me?” He yelled, grasping your shoulders in his hands and shaking you. “Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?! Can’t you get out of my head and out of my life?!” Tears streamed freely down your face as he jolted you aggressively, a whimper coming from between your lips. “I won’t let you run back to me, you know? When he breaks your heart! And he will, because he doesn’t know you like I do! Why wasn’t I enough for you? Did you just think you could move on without me?!” He let out a huff, before letting you go and you stumbled a few steps backward, fearful he might try to get ahold of you if you said anything in response. He waited silently, not breaking eye contact this time, and you shied away from his gaze shamefully. “Do you have anything to say?”

“I was going to tell you…” You mumbled, wiping the tears from your eyes, and he let out a scoff, anger and disbelief mixed in his tone.

“I never should’ve gotten close to you.” He stormed away, and this time, you didn’t have the strength to chase after him

And that's how your love story with Yangyang was over before it started.

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The worst part was that he was right all along.

Five months after prom, Xiaojun broke up with you. It was nothing personal, he simply needed to focus on his career and his college was almost on the other side of Gyeonggi-do. He didn’t want to be that far away from you, especially when you were the longest relationship he had ever been in. He decided in the end it would be best for him to break up with you before either of you could hurt each other. It was selfish, but sometimes you wished he had asked what was best for you before he decided.

It didn’t matter. He always bought the wrong brands of body wash, never remembered your coffee order, and got roses for your anniversary instead of orchids like you kept hinting. He tried his hardest, but he didn’t know you. Just like Yangyang said.

He still texts you every day without fail. He always told you he never wanted to drift away from you. Once a month, you tried to meet up for coffee and a quick chat, and you found that after a few months, he ended up remembering your coffee order after all.

It took you a long time to get over him. Xiaojun was your first love, your first real one anyway, and every time you thought about his face, you got a sick nostalgic feeling in your stomach, like listening to a song with good memories but missing the times you used to listen to it freely. He was a song you wouldn’t forget, but a part of you wanted to. It took Kun months to get you to go out with friends for the first time, and after two years, you still remembered his face every time you entered the ice cream parlor on the corner of your street, or when you spotted a red suit in the display window at a boutique, or when you started tutoring your college classmates.

A few years passed, and you finally began to see him as a friend instead of an ex lover. Karina told you that was a good thing, but a part of you missed the comfort of regret and sadness. But eventually, your heart no longer ached when a notification popped up on your screen with his name across the bubble, or when he greeted you with a smile and an iced americano in his hand ready to catch up on each other’s lives.

“The peaches are great this season.” The old woman at the weighing station assured you as she handed you back your bag of produce, weighed and ready to purchase. You nodded politely, bowing shallowly before tucking the fruits into your basket and moving on to the bakery section of the grocery store.

A wide selection of food greeted you upon your arrival. Flaky pastries, honeyed confections and mousse covered cakes with strawberries and chunks of chocolate. You grabbed a green tea bolo from the back of the rack, remembering how much Xiaojun liked them and hoping it would still be good by the time you saw him later in the week. Out of the corner of your eye, hidden in the back and concealed behind all the delectable treats was a stack of mooncakes, small and golden brown with a pattern stamped onto the top. A flood of memories entered your mind, and your hand reached for one, when someone’s arm slammed into you from the side, seemingly trying to reach across you.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” they apologized, but froze when they caught sight of your face. You were equally shocked, arm still frozen in place and outstretched over the racks of pastries, your limb started to tremble from the tension. “Y/n?”

“Yangyang?” You asked in wonder, finally resting your arm at one side and tucking your basket behind your back, suddenly a bit embarrassed of the simple outfit you had worn, not thinking you needed anything more than pajama pants and a cropped tee to run a quick errand. “Hendery told me you went back to Germany.”

“I did.” Yangyang said. He looked just as he did back in high school, his hair still the same bleached dusty blond, this time a few shades closer to platinum. His style still hadn’t changed. He was wearing the same old hoodie he had back in 12th grade, gray with fading text, a flannel on top and headphones dangling from around his neck. You could faintly hear the bass coming from them as he stared you down. “I decided I wanted to come back. Thought I might see some old friends.” The comment felt oddly aimed at you, and you nodded with your jaw set and tense. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“With your family?” You shook your head, reaching for a mooncake and dropping it into your basket. You had figured he would have left the conversation by now.

“I moved out. Thought college life might be better if I didn’t live with my parents. I’m roommates with Sicheng now.”

“Karina?”

“She’s in Seoul studying for her masters.” You said, looking down. 

“Uh, how are the others anyway?”

“Hendery’s studying mechanical engineering in Seoul. Ten went to a liberal arts school in Gangwon, and Sicheng goes to my college. We try to meet up every once in a while, but they’re pretty busy. Other than Sicheng, I don’t get to see them very often.”

“Oh.” He sounded rather disappointed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, not sure of what to say to soothe you, and if you needed soothing or not. “Well, let them know I send my regards when you see them again. It’s been a long time since I saw them last.” You nodded.

“I’ll tell them.”

 There was an elephant in the room that neither of you necessarily wanted to address, but you could tell the blond boy before you clearly wanted an answer. He cleared his throat, hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.

“Are you and Xiaojun-”

“We broke up.” You said quickly, and he nodded awkwardly. Oddly enough, he didn’t seem smug, or angry. He just seemed a bit uncomfortable, even a little bit relieved to hear you were no longer seeing your highschool sweetheart. Maybe because he was the other one.

“It’s alright. I’m not seeing anyone either. College is easier without relationships.” He said gracelessly, and you found he was still as bad at comforting as he was years ago, and the thought made you chuckle.

“I suppose so.” You said, and he turned away, dropping a few mooncakes into his pocket before tapping his foot against the tiled floor.

“Uhm, goodbye then.” He bowed his head slightly, before jetting off to the cashier, dropping his things onto the conveyor belt, eyes lingering on you to see if you would follow. With a sigh, you moved on to the condiment section of the store, plugging in a pair of headphones and tucking your free hand into your pocket. Who knows, maybe you’d see him another day, walking to campus, getting ice cream with friends, or grocery shopping like he was today, but you’d let fate decide that for you.

You were tired of chasing after him. Plus, you were out of soy sauce.

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pairing: liu yangyang x fem!reader(oc) genre&au(s): fluff, comedy, best friend!au, princess!au, guard!au, medieval!au warnings: language length: 0.4k words

[5:57 am]— The castle’s white spires were pink against the early morning sky. Clouds blocked the sun’s rays, but hints of gold slipped through, lighting the way from the forest to the stables. The servants would be up soon to draw back the curtains and let the breeze in. Breakfast would be on the table by the time we arrived. We didn’t have much time.

best friend!Yangyang urged his horse forward with the heel of his boot and I followed suit, my bottom bumping against the saddle as our steeds began to gallop. His laugh filled my ears like an early bird’s tune. Of course he was making fun of my riding. He was trained for horseback; I was not.

“I hope you fall,” I said, leaning forward the slightest bit. Wind rushed through my hair, combing it like Mother’s fingers. It was a comfort.

“I’m not doing anything!” His smile was bright enough to rival the sun and so big I could see his gums.

“You’re laughing at me. Don’t deny it.”

“No,” Yangyang said, leaning towards me and it was a wonder he didn’t slide right off his horse, “I’m laughing with you.”

“I’m not laughing!”

He shrugged. “You are now!” He kicked his steed and took off.

I huffed and pushed my horse forward.

We approached the stables, now bathed with new morning light. Yangyang screamed and I pulled my horse’s reins to a stop. Did he run into some kind of threat?

Yangyang’s steed reared up in fear and my poor friend went flying, landing somewhere in front of it. There was a pained groan, followed by a “Nice going, Yang.” I sighed in relief and guided my mount past Yangyang’s, which was now calm and back on all fours.

“Good morning, Dejun,” I said, stopping next to the boys and a pile of dung. “Need a hand?”

Dejun pushed Yangyang off of him and brushed off his tunic. “And a bath.”

“May I offer Yang’s services?”

Yangyang looked at me incredulously. “What did I do?”

“Ate shit.” I offered him a smile. “Happy cleaning, boys!”

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Back 2 You - Hendery

Paring: !childhood best friends/roommates to lovers to exes to lovers again! hendery x afab! reader

Genre:  college au in the beginning, non-idol au, HEAVY ANGST & smut 

Synopsis: You grew up with Hendery and have been best friends with him ever since you were little. But as you both got older, things started to become more complicated. After all that has happened, can you ever bring yourself to trust and forgive him…

Warnings: !fuckboy! hendery,  HEAVY TOXICIXY, cheating(he did it tho…), lots of arguing, heavy alcohol use (he is lowkey an alcoholic…), SLIGHT domestic violence (only happened once), the reader lowkey a perv in the beginning, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, choking (receiving), oral (giving/receiving), throat fucking, manhandling, use of sex toys, heavy degradation, rough sex, slight humiliation, edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~11k words (officially the longest I ever wrote I genuinely don't know how this happened...)

A/n: I hope you enjoy this because it's one of the first fics that's very story-driven. This one is not for the faint of heart so if any of the warnings trigger you, you shouldn’t read this fic! 

Growing up, you used to be next-door neighbors with Hendery. Ever since you were little, you were really close with all his sisters. Both of your parents would have you guys hang out with each other all the time. You'd practically be at their house every weekend. He never had a brother, so he was always stuck playing alone with his action figures.

One day, you left his sisters for a little bit to go play with him, and since then, you've been closer to him, hanging out with him all the time, up until high school. People started assuming that the two of you were dating, which caused a lot of conflict in your friendship. He didn't care, and you weren't sure why it mattered so much to you. You knew that you just weren't ready to tell him you liked him. You started to develop feelings for him and didn’t want to come to terms with it. So, you distanced yourself, but Hendery, being Hendery, would constantly bother you and just wouldn’t leave you alone.

Eventually, you have gotten over everything in senior year and go back to being good friends again. The feelings you once had for him suddenly just went away.

That was until the two of you became roommates after high school.

You both used to joke about how you always wanted to live together when you were kids, but you actually made it happen. That summer after high school, you both worked hard and eventually rented an apartment together. No one in your family questioned it since they knew that your relationship was completely platonic and didn’t see each other in a romantic way at all.

Now, you were both juniors in college and were loving it, especially Hendery. Ever since you both started college, he would attract so many girls and was pretty much the life of any and all parties.

Parties weren’t really your scene, but you would go to them every once in a while. Every time you went out with him, it was like you would see a different side of him. When he is around you, he is always so calm, but when he goes out to party, he gets sloppy drunk and tries to hook up with every girl he sees. It was getting overwhelming for you having to always drag his ass back home and be the one to apologize for him after any messes he made. You practically became his caretaker always having to help him sober up after the party. So, you just stopped going to parties with him altogether. It just got worse as time went on; he would start coming home late at 4 or 5 am, and you knew that meant he was probably with some girl. Deep down, a part of you would get almost annoyed and irritated when he was out with someone this late.

Almost as if you felt jealous, maybe?

This was all put to the test when one night Hendery was getting ready to go on a date with a girl. He was asking you for advice on what to wear and how to act. You were just sitting idly by on the couch, reading a book. You heard him call out your name and walk into the living room. It seemed he had just hopped out of the shower because he had his towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, and you could see the water droplets slowly drip down onto his body. You even looked down for just a second and discovered that he had a new grown happy trail.

Why was he so attractive?

But him being shirtless didn’t make things feel awkward between the two of you because you guys were so close to each other; it didn’t even matter. Plus, whenever he was home, he was shirtless the majority of the time, so this didn’t faze him.

“Okay, so which shirt should I wear for the date? This pink one or the green one?”

He presented you with two different colors of dress shirts, and you pointed at the pink one since you thought that would suit him better. He smiled at you and walked back into his room, and you heard the door shut. You covered your face with your hands, trying to compose yourself. Tonight was a big night for Hendery because this would be his first serious date, and you felt bad for feeling this way about him. 

To be fair, you never really had much dating experience. You only dated one guy in high school, and it wasn't even a serious relationship. These days, you didn’t know why, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Hendery. Even when you pleasured yourself, sometimes he would come into your mind. You felt guilty perceiving him in such a perverted light. He was your best friend, and all you could think about was him fucking you.

It’s been 15 minutes, and he finally got out of his room, and you saw Hendery all dressed up in formal attire.

“Wow, you look fancy. Where do you plan on taking her?” You said enthusiastically.

“Oh, I’m taking her to a nice high-class restaurant that’s on the outskirts of town.”

In a sarcastic tone, you replied, “Oh, that's nice.”

He could clearly tell that you were upset with him for something. He knew you acted passive-aggressive when you were mad at him.

“Okay, tell me what is it now?” You gave him a confused look and didn’t understand what he was asking.

“Come on, it’s obvious I did something wrong this time. You only act like this when your mad at me.”

You rolled your eyes and said, "For the past month, you've been coming back home drunk and loud, making it impossible for me to sleep. I'm always the one who has to help you sober up, and it's just getting exhausting for me to clean up after you all the time."

“What? I don’t come home late every night—”

"Hendery, for the past three weeks, you've been coming home smelling like alcohol at 4 am. You're probably going to do the same thing again tonight—"

“Excuse me?” You could tell that he was starting to get annoyed, and you probably shouldn’t get on his bad side now. You got up off the couch and made your way over to him.

“Oh, you heard me the first time.”

“Okay, look, I think I seriously like this girl, and I wanted things to be different with her, and—”

“Let’s just be honest here, you don’t care about her, and you're just doing all this to get into her pants. You’re just going to have a couple of drinks with her and then come back home and expect me to pick up all the pieces for you—”

You walked closer to him, and you were face to face with him. You poked his shoulder to bother him and said in a serious tone, 

“The only thing that’s on your mind all the time is sex. You could never be in a serious relationship with anyone.”

The tension in the room was thick, and it fell silent for a second. This was the first time you had said something so harsh to him. You could feel that he was about to snap. He grabbed your hand and stopped you from poking him. The look in his eyes almost made your knees buckle out of fear.

"Take back what you said," he demanded, squeezing your hand even harder, the pain becoming increasingly unbearable for you.

“Hendery, stop it, you’re starting to hurt me—” You began to protest, but he continued to advance, causing you to retreat until you were backed against the couch with nowhere else to go.

“I won’t stop until you take back what you said,” he insisted, his grip tightening even further.

He had completely lost control now.

With some effort, you managed to free your hand from his grasp and push him away from you.

“What’s your problem? Were you actually trying to hurt me?” you exclaimed.

“No, but I don’t appreciate you basically calling me a whore and claiming that I can’t be serious with someone—” he shot back, his irritation evident.

“Because you literally CAN’T,” he continued, walking back towards you and crossing his arms, giving you an annoyed look.

“How do you know that I can’t actually be with somebody?” he challenged.

“Are you kidding me? Every other night, you come home late after fucking some random girl you met at a party. You brag to me all the time about the girls you sleep with, and I’m getting sick of it.”

“Oh, come on, sweetheart, you’re just jealous and you wish you were one of the girls that I fuck every night,” he taunted, his tone dripping with condescension.

Your rage began to boil over at the audacity of this man. Not only was he undermining your feelings on this situation, but he was also claiming that you were jealous. 

 You were at your breaking point.

“I know you did not just say that,” you retorted, your voice laced with disgust and attitude.

He looked at you with a cocky smirk, as if this whole situation was amusing to him. He drew closer until he was face to face with you, then knelt down and whispered in your ear, 

"You're just jealous, sweetie. You wish instead of me being out all the time, I was the one with you. Don't think I don't hear you moan my name sometimes when you're all pent up. These walls aren't as thick as you think they are."

Your body froze for a moment, unable to move a muscle. So all those times you were getting off, Hendery had heard every little thing. Little did you know, he would sometimes get off to the sound of your moans, but of course, he wouldn't tell you. You began to squeeze your thighs to alleviate the stress of the situation, but he beat you to it and placed his thighs in between yours. He lifted your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now, love. Just a second ago, you couldn’t stop bitching and complaining, and now you're completely silent—” His grip on your chin tightened,

 “How pathetic.”

It was as if his whole demeanor had shifted from before. Earlier, he was happy and ready to go out on his date, and now he was almost scaring you. 

You were in such a state of shock that you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to him. It was as if he was a completely different person now, and you were terrified of him. He started to lower his hand from your chin down onto your throat, slowly choking you. As he watched tears start to pour down your face, he almost seemed to enjoy this.

You decided enough was enough and started to speak to him. “Stop it. You’re hurting me again—”

“Oh, you want to talk now?” he said in a playful manner.

You nodded your head, and he let go of your throat, leaving you coughing and gasping for air.

“Look, I don’t know what has gotten into you tonight, but I’m going to need you to apologize.”

“And what if I don’t?”

You looked at him with such anger and said, “Then I’m going to have to kick your ass out of here. I have no room to tolerate your bullshit anymore.”

He knew you were serious, and that he should just stop acting like this. But there was a part of him that liked seeing you in this state. He would always piss you off growing up, and some things just never change.

“Fine, I’ll back off… if you admit that you want me.”

Oh, he is just crazy.

Not only does he lack empathy for how hurt you may feel right now, he has to be so entitled even in a time like this.

“NO, I don’t want you and I don’t need you. Not now or ever.”

He just leaned back against the wall and gave you that same smirk from before. 

“Oh really? Then why do I always hear you moan my name? It seems to me that you want me—”

He approaches you again, but this time you tripped and fell back onto the couch and now you’re looking up at him. Before you can get up, he pins both of your hands down.

“And it seems that you need me now more than ever, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You felt yourself wanting to give in, and it was getting harder to control yourself. He has such a way with words, you were starting to forget why you were even arguing with him in the first place. He practically manipulated you, and you played right into his hands.

A part of you didn’t care.

“Fine, I will admit I might need you just a little bit—”

You were cut off by him as he leaned down to kiss you. You began to make out and started to feel the tension between you guys start to disappear. You both passionately make out, and he lets go of your wrists, and you wrap your arms around his neck. You felt connected in this moment and didn't want to let go of each other.

“Mhm, I’m glad you’re finally admitting it. I knew it was a matter of time before—”

You don’t let him finish talking; you push him off of you and switch positions, shoving him down on the couch. Now you’re on top, straddling him, and he was a little shocked by your sudden act of boldness.

“If this is going to work, I’m going to need you to be quiet for me—”

You slowly unzip his pants and take out his cock from his boxers.

“You talk too much.”

Something about you being so stern was making him even more aroused. He nods his head, and you begin to stroke him with your hand. You pump up and down his shaft, and he is grunting and moaning for you.

You decide to take a step further and lower your mouth onto him. He throws his head back from pleasure and loves feeling the warmth and wetness of your mouth. You begin to bob your head up and down as you see him loving every second of this. You even used both of your hands to stroke him at the base simultaneously.

 The moment is ruined when Hendery gets a phone call from the girl he was supposed to go on a date with. That doesn’t stop you, however, and you just keep on going as usual.

“F-fuck can you slow down-”

You were taken aback as he shoved you all the way down to the base of his cock, holding you in place to answer the phone call as if nothing was happening.

“Hey, I know this is last minute but—”

You somehow managed to start moving again, causing him to squirm and find it hard to speak coherently.

“Oh, I-I’m fine. I’m just a little h-held up with something, and I have to canc—”

You started moving faster, getting back into the rhythm from before, causing him to bite his lip and throw his head back. He was starting to lose his mind.

“F-fuck… I MEAN, I’m sorry, I have to cancel, and I’ll call you later, alright, bye.”

He hung up instantly and grabbed your head with both of his hands, and face fuck you. You began to gag as your throat closed up around him. You felt that he is starting to get close because his dick started to pulse and twitch in your mouth.

“Mhm, I can’t h-hold it in anymore—”

He instantly came, his release pouring into your mouth. Without wasting a drop, you swallowed it all. You felt dizzy after all that had just happened. You could’ve been caught, but you wanted to make Hendery suffer so much that it didn’t matter. You found yourself drifting as you tried to fall back onto the couch, but he switched positions, leaving you underneath him again, your face down and your ass up in the air.

“Oh, princess, we’re not done just yet. There’s still another hole of yours I want to fill.”

Goosebumps coursed throughout your body, and you were too stunned to say anything as you watched him start to take off the tie he had on and use it to tie up your wrists.

“Ah, this will be a nice handle for me to use to fuck you. Just how I could use these too—”

He gave your ass a hard smack and then roughly grabbed your waist with both of his hands.

“God, you look so pretty to me. I can already see a wet spot forming in your leggings, sweetie.”

He began to remove your leggings and panties, pushing them down to your ankles, leaving you with just one of your oversized shirts on, without a bra. Since you were at home, you didn't feel the need to wear one.

You felt Hendery start to slowly feel all over your body, groping your tits. He had lifted his hand under your shirt and began to give them a light squeeze. You let out a little whimper and started to squirm for him. He didn't like that and gave your ass another smack.

“Stay still for me, baby.”

“Mhm, I-I don’t know if I can—”

He started to twist your nipples and slowly kiss on the back of your neck. He knew exactly what he was doing and knew where all your sensitive spots were. You started to moan out for him, which just made him hard for you. He couldn’t take it anymore and stopped what he was doing altogether, positioning himself into you. You felt him rub the head all over your wet entrance, and then he shoved himself deep into you, eliciting a scream of pleasure out of you.

He began to penetrate with slow and deep strokes, gripping your tied-up wrists for support and balance. He felt that he could lose himself in you and he wanted to take things slow. But now that he felt you wrapped around him, it drove him crazy.

He didn’t know how long he could keep this up and started to lose control. You did too as you frantically started to fuck yourself roughly back onto him. You were lost in your own world and didn’t care about anything but Hendery right now. He let you do all the work for a second, even lifting his hands off you. He was enjoying the view of you being so desperate for him that you were almost using him to get off for your pleasure. This is just how you would masturbate to the thought of him on those late nights, and now you were fucking him.

But enough was enough, and he wanted to wrap all of this up.

He grabbed your wrist again and started to pound you into the couch at a rougher pace. You screamed out for him to slow down, but he was now ignoring you, using you now for his satisfaction. He was so consumed by all the lust that he didn’t care if you were satisfied or not. Then he remembered that you’re not some random girl that he would hook up with and that you mean more to him than that.

“Okay, love, I want you to come with me, alright? I don’t think I’m going to last very long here.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You both went at each other at a fast pace, and he finished inside you while you came alongside him. It was so much that he had to spray the rest all over your ass. Before you could say anything, you felt the couch start to shake a little, leading to it breaking.

“Oh no… did we just—”

“Oh, relax, sweetie. This couch was getting old anyway. We can just get a new one.”

You both laughed it off, and he laid you on top of his chest for a minute. Eventually, he got up and gave you a washcloth to clean you up. He even went to the fridge to get your favorite ice cream. You felt comforted to know that he does all this because he cares about you.

It made you wonder if he treats all the other girls like this.

“Hey, look, I want to say sorry for being such a jerk towards you tonight, and I wasn’t going to take her out—”

“WHAT? SO YOU LIED TO ME?”

“Oh, well… if you put it that way, then yeah, I lied. But I only did this to test you. I knew if I confronted you about your feelings for me—”

“Wait, you did all this because you think I like you?”

He was a little taken aback by your question. Did he read the situation wrong this whole time?

“I-I mean, yeah. I see the way you always look at me ever since we were growing up. Especially in high school, you just couldn’t keep your pretty little eyes off of me, even when you distanced yourself from me.”

“Oh, that’s so not true—”

“Then why can’t you look me in the eye right now? You only do that when you lie or if you’re extremely nervous. It seems like you’re both of those things right now.”

God, you forget that at the end of the day, he is your best friend and he knows everything about you. He can read you like a book.

“OK FINE! I admit I always had a crush on you. It’s just I was afraid that it would just get in the way of our friendship. So in high school, I stopped hanging out with as much  to try to get over my feelings for you.”

He was still a little surprised by all the things you were saying. You were finally confessing your feelings for him, but he didn’t know that you felt this strongly for him. He couldn’t begin to understand why you felt this way about him out of all people.

“Now my feelings came back for you since we started being roommates. I thought I would be fine, but sometimes seeing you come out of the shower and even walk around in just some sweatpants really gets to me. I—”

He stopped your rambling love confession with a passionate kiss. It felt sincere and comforting all at the same time. He placed one of his hands on the side of your cheek and lightly caressed it with his thumb.

“Look, I fully understand how you feel about me, and I like you too. I know it’s hard to believe, but I was hoping that hooking up with other people would distract my feelings towards you, but it hasn’t been helping. I sometimes imagine the girl I’m with is you—”

“WHAT? You’re such a pervert, you know that?”

"Says the one who secretly watches and gets off to the thought of me," he retorted.

“You know what? Touche. I guess we’re both crazy about each other. I’m just glad to hear you like me too. I genuinely didn’t know you felt this way about me.”

“Yeah, I’ve always known. All my sisters would do is tease me about it. They always tell me just to tell you, but I was always scared you didn’t see me in that way.”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled back at him. “Of course, I see you in that way. But what about the girl you were supposed to go on a date with?”

“Oh, I actually was never going to go through with that date with her anyway. I planned on flaking on her since I assumed this was going to happen—”

“Wait, how did you know this was going to happen?”

“Oh, please. It was a matter of time before you fell for my amazing charm,” he said playfully.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a light punch on his arm. He acted like it hurt and said, “Ow, what was that for?”

“For being too cocky. Also, you're evil for using that girl to try and get to me—”

“Oh yeah? But that doesn’t matter because I belong to you now.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at that moment. He always knew what to say to make you feel overwhelmed.

“And now our first date can be at that restaurant you’ve always wanted to go to! We should go there next Friday!”

“Alright, it’s a date!”

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

You’ve been dating for almost a whole year now, and things have been going great. Both of you always go out on cute little dates, and he treats you well. At first, your relationship had a rocky start because you found it very hard to trust him. I mean, it’s only fair since he used to be a big player. But ever since he got with you, he has completely changed as a person. It was almost as if he had a soft spot when it comes you.

One day, you and him were assigned a group project with this other girl, Lia.

Now, you always thought something was off about her from the day you met her. The way she would act around Hendery really rubbed you the wrong way. She always laughed at something he said, even though it wasn’t funny. She would even find a way to touch him, whether it was playfully punching his arm or his thigh. You even brought it up with Hendery, and he just said that you were making a big deal about it.

“Look, babe, I think you’re overreacting a little bit. Me and her have always been friends ever since high school.”

“Um, I don’t know, I’m serious, Hendery, something is off with her. Whenever I would text her about the project, she would either not respond to me or respond days later.”

He was actively getting ready to go to his friend Yangyang's birthday party. Hendery doesn’t go to parties as much as he used to before, but since this was for his best friend, he had to make an appearance. He was putting his shoes on now and he was almost ready to go. You weren’t planning on going with him because you didn’t feel so good. He offered to stay with you, but you didn’t want to get in his way because he was looking forward to the party. He even planned most of it.

“Look, honey, I’m sure Lia doesn’t like me or anything. Last I heard, I think she’s talking to someone.”

That gave you some relief knowing that now. You almost felt bad for painting this evil picture of her. He could tell how anxious and worried you looked. He walked up to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Baby, if you're worried that much, I won’t even stay long at the party. I will go and make sure everything is ok and come back home, alright?”

You nodded, and he gave you a kiss goodbye as he walked out the door, leaving you alone in your shared apartment.

Fast forward, it was starting to get pretty late and Hendery hadn’t come home yet. But you didn’t let it bother you because a big fear of yours is that you didn’t want to seem too needy and clingy to him. You called him once, and he didn’t answer and left him a couple of text messages, but he hasn’t seen them. You just told yourself he was busy trying to make sure everything at the party was going well, and you didn’t want to be in the way of that. So you decided to go to sleep at this point because you were tired of waiting for him.

It’s 2 am now when you get a phone call, but it is from your best friend.

“OH MY GOD, you need to check what I texted you just now. It’s crazy, and I’m sorry this happened to you, but I had to be the one to tell you,” she exclaimed.

“Well, what is it-”

“Look, my phone is about to die and I can’t stay on the phone for long so just look at the photos I sent you alright?”

“Fine.” She instantly hung up and you went straight into your messages with her. 

What you saw that night completely changed you forever.

It was photos she took, and it was of Hendery and Lia being together.

He never mentioned that she was going to be at the party, and all the photos made you want to burst into tears. You could see that she was sitting in his lap, and he looked very happy to be with her. There was even one photo where he had his hands around her waist, and they were making out with each other. In the last photo she sent, it looked like Lia was leading him to a room upstairs, so you already knew what probably happened next.

Hendery just cheated on you.

Not only did he belittle your feelings on how you felt about her, but he made it seem like everything was ok when in reality he just wanted to get into her pants. It makes you begin to question whether all those late nights when he said he was at the "gym," he was actually with her instead. It makes sense why she would feel so comfortable touching him in the first place. All the pieces start to come together. No wonder she used to be so passive-aggressive with you all the time and so dismissive.

She was jealous of you and wanted Hendery for herself.

Before all of this happened, you and him started to become a little more distant. You would always ask him if it was something you did, but he would always reassure you that it wasn’t your fault. You began to blame yourself for all of this happening. If only you had encouraged him to stay home with you, none of this would have happened. Tears started to pour down your face, and you were continuously sobbing. You just couldn’t believe he would do something like this to you.

Here you thought that Hendery had changed.

So you decided to confront him about it when he came home. You went straight into the living room and sat there until he came back.

Some time passed, and now it’s almost 4 am. You had fallen asleep for a bit, but you were awakened by the front door being opened. He tried to shut it softly, almost as if he was trying to be sneaky. But you turned on the light and gave him an intense death glare.

You were furious.

Rightfully so. Your childhood best friend, now boyfriend, not only cheated but broke your trust. You could never trust him or look at him the same way ever again. He gave you a look of fear, almost as if he was afraid of you. You got up from the couch and started to walk towards him.

“So, what happened to you coming home early, huh? Do you realize what time it is right now?” You said in a serious tone.

“U-um yeah, Yangyang wanted me to stay longer, and I-”

“Are you serious? Hendery, if you’re going to lie to me, don’t use your friends as a cop-out.”

He gave you a confused look, and he couldn’t register what you were talking about.

“Hendery, I know you were with Lia tonight. I saw everything.”

The look on his face was almost priceless. You had never seen him look so worried and scared for his life.

“I don’t know what-”

"CAN YOU JUST STOP LYING? I gave you a chance to be honest with me, and now you want to lie to me not once but twice. God, you're such an asshole.”

“Oh, I’m the asshole? You wait for me to come home this late to make lies and assumptions about Lia after I told you-”

You cut right to the chase and showed him all the pictures on your phone.

He immediately wanted to fall to his knees at this moment. He has now been caught, and there are no excuses for what he has done to you.

He tried reaching out to grab your phone and said, “Hey, where did you get those-”

You swiped your phone and backed away from him. When he was approaching you, you caught a whiff of alcohol coming off of him.

He was clearly very intoxicated right now.

He hasn’t been this drunk since last year when he would come home late after parties. He was clearly unstable right now because he could barely. You almost started to feel a little worried for him.

“Was I not enough for you, Hendery? What did she have that I didn’t?”

He gave you a dazed look because he genuinely didn’t know how to respond to this. Even he couldn't understand why he did all of this in the first place. Ever since he has been in a relationship with you, he hasn't been to any parties and didn’t have that much fun. That’s why he originally planned this one for Yangyang. But he didn’t even know that Lia was going to show up. One thing led to another, he just kept on having drinks with her, and he couldn’t stop it.

 Just for one night, he didn’t even think about you.

“Look babe, I don’t know why I did it, okay? I will be honest with you, I used to have feelings for her a long time ago, and I was even going to take her out last year and-”

“Wait a minute, the night that I confessed to you, you were supposed to go on a date with her? Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Well, I thought I was completely over her, so I didn’t feel the need to tell you-”

“Oh, you’re such a jerk. You lied to me and told me I was overreacting and that it was just all in my head. You made me feel stupid, and you said she was talking to someone else. Was that all a lie too?”

“Technically no because she lied to me too.”

“And you think that’s supposed to just make things better? You’re such a terrible person; I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“It’s not like you’re any better anyways.”

He hit a nerve with you. You knew that because he was drunk, he was probably saying things he didn't mean, but you couldn't stay calm anymore.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, you heard me, sweetie. You’re just as bad as me. All you ever do in this relationship is control me and don’t let me be free. You stopped me from going out to parties as much, and I barely go out as much because of it.”

“Are you actually stupid? I didn’t say you couldn’t go; I just didn’t trust you because I knew some shit like this was going to happen. You’re starting to really piss me off now.”

“Then how about you just shut up then-”

You gave him a hard slap on his face. He had finally crossed the line. He was clearly upset about what you did, and he pushed you against the wall, causing one of the photos to fall against your arm and onto the floor. It scratched your arm a bit, and it was evident it was going to leave a mark.

“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?” you yelled at him in anger.

He pinned you against the wall and looked down at you with frustration. You had never seen him this mad at you before. He had never been this violent towards you, and you were starting to feel scared of him.

He just started crying out of nowhere and tried to caress your face with his hands. “Baby, I’m so sorry and didn’t mean to hurt-”

“Get out now.”

He looked shocked and almost surprised by your response.

“If your ass is not out of here by the morning, I’m calling the police. I don’t want to see you ever again. Do you understand me?”

He instantly regretted all the things he had done to you. He knew you were serious because you had never spoken to him like this before.

"Me and you are done, Hendery."

You push him off of you and go straight into your bedroom, throwing all of his clothes and stuff out into the living room. He keeps begging and pleading for you to stop, but you ignore him; you have made up your mind at this point.

“Babe, please, I’m sorry. I clearly drank too much, and I shouldn’t have laid my hands on you. I promise we can fix this, and I'll do better-”

“NO, WE CAN’T. What don’t you understand when I say get out now? We’re done, and frankly, I just want you out of here immediately.”

“B-But where am I going to sleep tonight?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You should’ve thought of that before you went out and cheated on me. Here's all of your stuff; get out of here now.”

“I live here too, you know-”

“Well, not anymore.”

He starts to accept this outcome. He knows that nothing he could say or do could change your mind. He starts to make his way over to the front door and gives you a look of guilt. He really messed up this time; he was not only losing his girlfriend but his best friend.

“Oh, I know it’s too late to say this, but happy one-year anniversary.”

Holy shit.

You lost track of the time, and you realize that today was indeed your one-year anniversary with him. The fact that all this had to happen on the day of your anniversary makes everything even more painful. He closes the door behind him, and you never see Hendery ever again.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Seven years had passed, and you had established yourself in your career. You got a job offer that brought you back to your hometown. Three months into this new job, you had become close with your coworkers, who invited you out for drinks to celebrate. Excited for a night out, you dressed in your favorite outfit and headed to the bar, catching an Uber to meet your colleagues.

Little did you know, Hendery happened to be at the same place too. At first, he didn't notice you until Yangyang pointed you out.

"Hey, isn't that-"

"Yeah, it is her. I haven't seen her since we broke up. She looks so different now."

"Dude, I know. You were stupid for cheating on her in the first place."

“Tell me something I don’t already know. We probably would have still been together now if I wasn’t such an idiot."

As time passed, he began to miss you and being in a relationship with you. He longed for your company and missed all the time you had shared. Every day, he regretted hurting you and wished he could’ve fixed the relationship.

“Well, I don’t think it’s too late to properly apologize. Besides, that was years ago, I’m sure she is probably over it by now.”

“Oh, I know for a fact she is not. I really broke her heart, and she is not just going to move on from that.”

You were not over it. You still get triggered when you think of him. Even now, you don’t want to forgive him at all.

But another part of you still missed him.

You often imagined how life would have been if he never cheated. You envisioned feeling happy and fulfilled being with him. But he made his choice, and it was to not be with you.

“I wish I could just-”

He stopped as he noticed you laughing with one of your male coworkers. You were sitting pretty close to him and looked like you were really intoxicated. You were pretty much a lightweight and tended to get pretty “friendly” when drunk.

Hendery felt a little jealous seeing you with someone else. But he knew you guys haven’t been with each other in a very long time, so of course you would move on from him. It still hurts to see you with someone else.

“Dude, you're staring way too hard at her,” Yangyang said.

“No, I’m not,” Hendery replied as he looked away from you.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

"So much," Hendery replied with a sigh.

“Listen, I say you go talk to her and try to work things out. Even if she doesn’t forgive you, give her a better apology than before.”

He was right.

The night you and Hendery broke up, he was too intoxicated to even give you a proper apology.

“You know what? You’re right. I’m going to talk to her right now-”

“Woah, do you really think it’s a good idea? She looks pretty occupied now, and maybe you should talk to her after-”

“No, it has to be now. What if I don’t get an opportunity like this again? This is my sign to do it now.”

Yangyang nodded his head as he watched how Hendery made his way over to your table.

As he approached you, your whole demeanor started to change. You went from being carefree and happy to anxious and irritated.

“Unbelievable. I thought I never had to see your face again,” you said in a harsh but serious tone.

All your coworkers at the table noticed the shift in your behavior. They had never seen you so angry before.

“Look, I don’t want to take too much of your time, but can I-”

“Can you what? Make a fool out of me for the 2nd time now? Not in front of my friends. I would appreciate it if you leave now.”

Things started to get uncomfortable not only for you but also for your coworkers.

“It will just take like 5 minutes. Can we please just talk-”

“What is there to talk about? Just leave me alone. You’re pissing me off even more than before."

The guy sitting next to you noticed how your body was starting to shake a little. He didn’t know why the two of you broke up, but he saw that he was making you feel uncomfortable. So, he decided to do something about it. He sat up and placed a hand on Hendery's shoulder.

“Hey man, just back off, alright? She clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you. So I suggest you—"

Before things escalated, Yangyang intervened to break up the altercation between your coworker and Hendery before things got messier.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys, but let's just step away for a moment," Yangyang said, attempting to defuse the situation.

"Wait," you exclaimed.

Everyone at the table turned their attention to you, curious to hear what you had to say.

"Um, that won’t be necessary, Yangyang. I'll hear Hendery out and see what he has to say," you announced.

Your coworkers were shocked by your decision, and the one who had tried to defend you earlier asked if you were sure about it. You nodded in response.

Yangyang stepped away, and you followed Hendery to a table in the back where your conversation wouldn't be overheard.

Hendery stared at you, struggling to find the right words. You were just as beautiful and intimidating as ever. 

“Uh, are you going to say anything to me or just keep on being a creep?” you asked.

He let out a soft chuckle and said, “Nah, it's just you're still so pretty, and you look so different now.”

“Yeah, it's because I've been happier since we broke up.”

“Ouch, okay, I deserve that. Look, what I did to you was so wrong, and I don’t know how I can make it up to you. I'm seriously sorry for—”

“Oh, don’t act like you care now. You know, after we broke up, a small part of me was waiting for you to come back to try and make things right, and I hated myself for feeling that way. To have given you the benefit of the doubt, but you know what you did instead?” 

He looked worried about what you were going to say next.

“You decided to go back to your old ways and sleep with every girl you see, and you didn’t even try to text or call to give me a proper apology. It’s almost as if you wanted to find a reason to break up with me so you could go back to being a whore again.”

Hendery was a little hurt and taken aback by what you said. He knew you were a little buzzed and tended to speak bluntly because of it.

He hated that you were right about everything.

“Okay, you’re right. I was being childish, and you have every right to hate my guts right now. But that's why I want to make things right between us—”

“Make things right? Are you serious? You made me feel stupid all these years, I thought that I did something wrong and I wasn't enough for you. You made it seem like I was the problem.”

“Listen, I know none of this is okay, and you don’t have to forgive me. I just want you to hear me say that I’m sorry.”

You started to get up and said, “Well, you should’ve told me that seven years ago.”

He stopped you from walking away, grabbed your wrist, and said, “Look, I shouldn’t have cheated on you, and I should’ve just communicated how I was feeling about you. Instead, I was too much of a coward to say anything. I am a different person now.”

You rolled your eyes, as if you were going to believe anything he said. He was just saying this so he could find his way back into your life.

“Yeah, right? You've changed?”

You sat back down in your chair and crossed your arms at him.

“Actually, I have. I stopped drinking so much that I only do it on occasion now. I even went to therapy, and it really helped me out a lot. Probably the best thing I could’ve done for myself.”

He said this with such conviction, and it seemed genuine. He maintained eye contact with you, and that’s how you know he was telling the truth. Whenever he lied, he could never look at you in the eye.

You were starting to believe him.

Maybe you were being too harsh on him. It had been over seven years since you last saw each other, and people can change in that amount of time.

Even someone like Hendery.

You finally started to come around and cracked a little smile.

“Fine, I guess you have changed. The old you wouldn't have tried this hard to apologize to me.”

He was shocked when you initially turned around and decided to forgive him after all this time.

"So, do you forgive me?" he asked.

You were a little hesitant at first but decided to nod your head yes. He let out a sigh of relief as if a weight was being lifted off his chest.

“I forgive you, but it will take some time for me to accept you back into my life. I mean, we were really good friends, and you messed up our friendship as well.”

“I know, and I want to apologize for that too. My sisters would come after me for being such an idiot.”

“Oh yeah, how are your sisters? I haven’t talked to them in so long since I moved away.”

“They’re good! They always hoped that we would someday be good friends again!”

You guys began to catch up more, and it was starting to get pretty late. Your coworkers approached you and asked if you were coming with them, and you said you were going to stay back and talk with Hendery some more. As time went on, Yangyang had left too because he didn't want to interrupt what was going on between you two.

It was now midnight, and you had no ride home.

“Hey, I have no problem taking you home. Unless you’re not comfortable with that—”

“No, I don't mind. I don’t live too far away, so you can drop me off.”

He nodded, and you got into his car and sat in the passenger seat. You guided him on how to get there. Suddenly, it started to rain really hard, and it was getting harder for him to maneuver his way around. Eventually, you arrived at your place. You offered him to come inside, just until the rain started to dial down. He agreed, and you both ran inside into your apartment building. You made it into your room and put all your stuff down.

You were so focused on getting inside that you didn’t realize how Hendery's clothes were drenched in the rain, and his hair was wet. His wet clothes were clinging to his figure, making you see the outline of his body. He pushed his long hair back to stop it from covering his face.

Why were you still so attracted to him?

“Hey, your clothes are very wet. I can put them in the dryer for you.”

"Aw, thanks, I appreciate it."

He starts to take off his shirt, but you stop him.

"Whoa, you don’t have to do that in front of me. Just go to the laundry room, and I'll find you a t-shirt or something."

"Oh, please, don’t act like you've never seen my body before. It's just like when we were roommates, right?"

"Yeah, but it’s different now... just go put your clothes away."

He agreed and put his clothes in the dryer. You gave him one of your baggy shirts to wear while he waited. You sat on the couch and got comfortable, keeping a normal distance from each other. You talked more about life and what you've both been up to since being apart.

"So, whatever happened to Lia? How long did that last?" You said playfully, knowing their relationship was bound to end.

"We didn’t even last a week."

You started laughing hard, and he chuckled a bit too. You both knew he never actually liked her and just jumped at the first opportunity he had.

"Of course, it didn’t. What happened with that?"

"So, apparently, I was too 'boring' for her, and she wanted to be with someone more fun."

"That’s so stupid. God, I really never liked her. Still don’t know how you tolerated her."

It was crazy how you both went right back to the way things were. It felt purely platonic between the two of you, and you could freely talk about anything. It didn’t feel weird or awkward at all. You both were mature about the situation.

"So, what about you? I'm sure you dated some guys after we broke up."

"Surprisingly, not really. I had to heal and work on myself afterward. I didn’t meet anyone until after I graduated. I tried hookups, but they didn’t really help. So, I waited to be in a relationship with someone, and I did."

Hendery was very curious about what you meant by that.

"So, what happened with him?"

“So, the relationship ended a couple of months ago, and it was pretty off and on. We just weren't going to work out since I had to move back here. We didn’t want to do long distance, so we just broke up.”

You were so deep into the conversation that you didn’t notice how close Hendery sat next to you. He was only a knee's length away. He patted your shoulder and said, “Dang, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Ah, it’s alright. It was completely mutual, and yeah, it still hurts me a little. That’s why I went out with my coworkers to drink tonight, to try and ease the pain.”

“Wait, really? Now I feel even worse. I ruined your night out by dumping myself back into your life—”

You grabbed onto his arm and said, “Oh no, you didn’t ruin anything. Actually, a part of me is glad you did that. I missed having my best friend in my life.”

He smiled and got up from the couch, walking around your place a little bit. He looked at all the pictures on your wall and noticed the cracked photo frame that he broke the night of your breakup. It was a photo of you and him when you were kids.

“Whoa, you still have this? I can’t believe I hurt you that night. I really shouldn’t have done that.”

You got up and made your way over to him, replying, “Yeah, it’s fine. Plus, I struggle to let go of things, so I've kept it ever since. Also, look, the scar is still there too.”

You lifted up your sleeves and showed your arm to him. He had a guilty look on his face, and all this just made him feel even worse. He still couldn’t believe that he put his hands on you. Even though the scar was just a little scratch, he still felt terrible. He looked over to another photo, and it seemed to be a photo of you and your ex. He picked it up and said, “I’m assuming this was him?”

“Yeah, I tell myself I will get rid of it, but I just can’t bring myself to do it, you know?”

Hendery knew exactly what you were talking about. He still had photos of the two of you when you were dating. He looked back on them every now and then to reminisce on all the good memories you had together. He knew that you were in a vulnerable state in your life right now. You broke up with your boyfriend a long time ago, and you’re still trying to cope with it.

But, he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted you right now.

He feels terrible, but he can’t help it. You were wearing an off-the-shoulder baggy shirt with some shorts. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He felt like such a creep for having such lewd thoughts about you, and he didn’t know how long he could take it anymore.

"So, where's your room?"

"Nice try, but that's not going to work on me."

"What are you talking about? You're the one making it weird. I just asked a simple question."

Maybe he was right. You had been in your head a lot recently, and you tended to overanalyze things. He just wanted you to give him a little tour of your new place. You led him into your room. He saw that you kept it very simple, and instead of having lights on, you had candles lighting up your room. You both decided to chill there and play some music. Then, you started to talk more about life and didn’t even realize you were both lying side by side with each other on the bed. He then noticed a mysterious box you had next to your bedside table.

"Hey, what’s in that box next to you?"

You began to panic and forgot to put it away in your drawers. You couldn’t think of an excuse off the top of your head, and you said, “Oh, it’s nothing, you just reminded me to put it away-”

"Okay, now I know you’re lying to me because you always stumble on your words when you do that. Let me see it."

He tried to reach over you to get it, but you stopped and started to play fight with him. You were trying to push him back enough so you could secretly hide it somewhere when he wasn’t looking. You don’t know how this happened, but he is now on top of you and pinned your hands above your head with one of his hands. You were squirming under him and started to laugh at your struggle.

"Let go of me now."

"Aww, but where's the fun in that? Let’s see what you’re hiding in here."

He grabbed the box and opened it, and to his surprise, he saw what you were trying to hide so desperately.

All of your sex toys.

When you were together, you never really had any, probably just one or two. But this box was filled with so many things, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"Wow, I didn’t know you liked all of this."

You started to become embarrassed by this situation, and the position you were in wasn’t making it any better.

“L-look, it’s not what y-you think. I-”

“Oh, don’t try and explain yourself now, sweetie. I knew secretly you were probably into a lot of things.”

He knelt down to your ear and whispered, “But I couldn’t ever imagine you being this much of a slut.”

Shivers ran down your spine as you felt your body go limp. It’s been forever since he talked to you like this before. It was as if his whole demeanor had changed, and he was starting to get serious.

“Well, people change, you know? I’m not the same person you used to be,” you said in a flirtatious manner.

He felt himself start to become hard for you. The way you looked so fragile and weak under him, with you pinned down with one of his hands, was really doing something to him.

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“Oh, really now? I want to see this new version of you, so let me just-”

You had some handcuffs in the box, and he decided to cuff you to the headboard of the bed.

“U-um, what are you doing? I don’t think we should-”

“Come on, baby, don’t act like you don’t miss this. I mean, look at you down there?”

He took off your shorts, and he saw a wet spot formed in your panties. You were too embarrassed to say anything.

“Mhm, don’t act all shy now. This is only just the beginning. Let’s try using this on you-”

He lowered your underwear down past your ankles, and now you’re left in nothing but your t-shirt. He grabbed one of your vibrators and started to use it on you. You let out a loud moan from the sudden sensation you were feeling on your clit.

“P-please, slow it d-down-”

He brought it a level higher than before and started to laugh at you. He enjoyed seeing you trying to keep it together.

“God, you look so pathetic right now, and it’s actually kind of cute.”

You started to tense up a bit from his words. He started to spice things up by shoving one of his fingers into your aching pussy. You let out a loud scream and quickly covered your mouth with his other hand.

“Shh, baby, you don’t want your neighbors to find out what’s going on here. I need you to be good for me and try to keep your voice down,” he said in such a calming tone that it was starting to put you at ease. But you spoke too soon, and he added a second finger into your cunt. He was thrusting into you at a rough and hard pace. Tears started to form in your eyes as you bit your lips to hold back your moans.

“F-fuck, if you k-keep this up I’m going to-”

“I know, so why don’t you cum for me, okay?”

You nodded his head as he set your vibrator to the highest setting and continued fingering you at a rougher pace. When you came, he removed the toy and his fingers, then used his mouth to clean everything up. This took you a little off guard, but you felt satisfied.

You couldn’t believe this was happening right now.

He took off your handcuffs, and you felt like you were going to pass out. But Hendery took off his shirt and lowered his sweatpants down to his knees. You could see his hard-on protruding through his boxers, clearly aroused by you.

“Oh, we are not done yet, sweetheart. I’m not fully satisfied yet, and I can’t hold back anymore.”

He took off your shirt, and your chest was exposed to him. You felt the cold air on you, and that made your nipples start to perk up.

“You look so pretty, how can I ever resist you?”

He grabbed both of your legs and placed them over his shoulders, shoving his cock into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you let out a loud moan. He wasn’t slowing down either. He was desperate for you, pounding into you with a rough and hard pace. He lowered his head to your chest and started to kiss all over your tits. He couldn’t help himself, and he had been wanting to do this to you all night. He started sucking on one of them while groping and squeezing the other with his hand. Then, he switched and repeated the same actions on the other boob. You were practically seeing stars at this point and didn’t know how long you could last.

“P-please, I-I don’t know if I can-”

“Yes, you can. You've done it before in my mouth, and now I want you to cum all over my cock.”

He was being so blunt, and he knew exactly what he wanted from you. He began thrusting aggressively into you and wrapped his hand around your neck. He felt you tighten up when he started to choke you, and he took note of that.

“Aww, you like this, don’t you, baby? You’re so needy for me, it’s adorable.”

There he goes again, making you feel all flustered for him. It was starting to become humiliating for you.

“Ah, shit, I’m going to cum soon. Do it at the same time with me, please,” Hendery exclaimed.

You nodded your head, and he went faster than before. The headboard of your bed was aggressively hitting the back of your wall. You knew for a fact that your neighbors were hearing all of this right now. But you didn’t care. You were lost in your own world with him, and nothing else mattered to you right now. You both started to be loud for each other and you eventually both finished at the same time. He was bottoming out inside of you and didn’t stop until he was satisfied.

You both fell back, side by side. Looking up at the ceiling, you started to question if this was really happening. Secretly, you both had thought about this before. Hendery turned to face you and said,

“Hey, I wanted to say I’m sorry for putting the moves on you this fast. I mean, you're still recovering from a breakup and-”

You stopped him from talking by kissing him. He was a little startled by this, but he wrapped his arm behind your waist and brought you closer to him.

“You don’t need to apologize for anything. Tonight was amazing, and it was the first time in a very long time I had someone make me feel this good.”

“So what about your ex?”

“Well, he was… interesting to say the least.”

“He didn’t make you cum sometimes, huh?”

You punched his arm playfully and began to laugh. “Yeah, he wouldn’t, and sometimes it was so bad I had to imagine it was -”

Shit, why did you have to say that? You were practically delirious because not only were you still trying to process what just happened, but it was 3 am, and you said anything that came to mind since you were very tired.

“Wait, what?”

“Uh, nothing…”

He grabbed your chin and had that condescending look on his face. “Come on, honey, tell me what you were going to say.”

You felt flustered again and said, “Fine, I sometimes would think about you so I could finish afterward.”

“Oh wow, to be honest, I would sometimes think about you too.”

You playfully slapped his arm and said, “Pervert.”

“Says the one who used to secretly watch me all the time.”

“Touche.”

You both laughed it off and cuddled for the rest of the night. You wondered what happens next from here. You both still have feelings for each other and didn’t want to walk away from this.

“So, how do you want to take things from here?” You said.

“Well, I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything. If you just want this to be it, I’m completely okay with that.”

“No, I missed what we had, and I don’t want this to be the end.”

“So, what are you saying?”

You sat up from the bed, and he did the same as well. You crossed your legs and faced him in his direction. You grabbed his hands and looked at him, saying, “I want us to get back together.”

Hendery had a worried look on his face.

“Are you sure about this? I really hurt you last time, and I don’t want to cause you any more pain.”

“I’m completely sure now, and I know you've changed since the last time we saw each other.”

He nodded his head and gave you a kiss on the lips. He spent the night at your place, and from that point on, you took things slow. You were both just happy that in the end, you found each other again…

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[daydreamingyuta]

I'll Be Here to Take Care of You | Yangyang

summary: drabble, fluff, boyfriend!Yangyang surprises you after you've had a long week. wc: 447 a/n: Happy Yangyang day!!! 💚

Coming home after yet another week of draining work, all you wanted to do was go to bed. Never mind your growling stomach, you were too tired to even think about cooking anything.

You were so hungry though, that even as you unlock your apartment door, you swear you could smell the scent of your favorite meal being prepared. You take a second to close your eyes as your mouth waters. It's only when Yangyang greets you, that you open your eyes and realize you haven't been imagining anything.

"Y/n, you got home at the perfect time. I just finished cooking for you!"

It should be noted that this wasn't a normal thing for your boyfriend to do. However, it was now starting to make sense why he insisted on you both having keys to each other's apartments, which you agreed to last week.

You slowly walk into your apartment, a little bit in shock. "... you made me dinner?"

"Yeah, I really hope that's ok. I just knew that you wouldn't have let me if I asked because you wouldn't have wanted me to go through all the trouble, but I love doing these types of things for you y/n so it's no trouble at all." Yangyang says nervously. He thinks your shocked reaction is because you disapprove of his actions, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

"Yangyang, you're so sweet. I really cannot believe you did this for me." You say, tears welling up before you could stop them.

Yangyang notices the tears and engulfs you in a sweet hug. "I know how hard you work and I know that sometimes it's just easier to go to bed instead of taking care of yourself.” He says, kissing you on the forehead and stroking your hair. “I'm here to take care of you whenever you can't."

You nuzzle more into him and let the tears fall. You were always more susceptible to crying when you were tired and your boyfriend's sweet words were making your heart melt. Yangyang stays with you like this until you stop crying, when he gestures towards your kitchen table for you to sit. "I'll get your plate ready and everything, you just relax."

You nod your head and then start towards the table, but then you stop and gently grab his arm. "Thank you, Yangyang. You always make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world." You say as you press a kiss onto his lips.

The proud smile on Yangyang’s face when you pull away from the kiss made you one hundred times happier. Treating you always was one of his favorite things to do.

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[mingkist]

my friends as cakes! | wayv ver.

my weishenv boys,, love these guys till death arghhh!!!

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[neowinestainedress]

INFERNO

INFERNO | Halloween event

“Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.” ― Dante Alighieri, La Divina Commedia, L’Inferno

SUMMARY: Hell seems so far away from us, but be careful, the most monstrous creatures lurk closer than you might think. And on Halloween, when anything is fair, they are not afraid to show themselves for what they are. The gates of the underworld are open, the damned souls are free.

PAIRINGS: various nct members x fem!oc/reader (as usual no name, no descriptions, written in third person)

GENRE: smut, halloween themed, monsters, (light) angst

WARNINGS: smut, monsterfucking, light dubcon (mostly because of the power imbalance that comes from monster x human relationship, minor corruption in some, or aphrodisiac fluids usage, but the mc is more than willing in all of them), some angst, blasphemy, slight yandere behaviours

A/N: the stories are NOT related to each other. Read each fic warning before proceeding and if you don’t like it just skip it. It’s fiction, monsters don’t exist, and these stories don’t represent nct in any way. I should be regular with the release dates, following the ones written here, but keep in mind that I’m also writing my thesis and not all of these are completed/started so they might be slightly delayed. If you want to be added to the taglist, comment under this post so I have all your usernames in one place. Enjoy!!

⸺ INTO THE WOODS

PAIRING: werewolf!johnny x werewolf!yangyang x werewolf!jeno x werewolf!jaehyun x werewolf!kun x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

DATE: OCT 8

⸺ FALL FROM GRACE

PAIRING: seraphim!taeyong x succubus!oc/reader

SUMMARY: after consuming many human souls, there’s one thing you want to do. Corrupt an angel. But not any angel, God’s favorite angel.

DATE: OCT 14

⸺ SWEET LIES

PAIRING: ghost!jeno x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: you find out what’s the weird sensation that’s been torturing you for years, but just when you think things start to make sense, he confuses you even more. Are you really who he thinks you are?

DATE: OCT 16

⸺ ABANDONED

PAIRING: vampire!jaehyun x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: an abandoned castle, one quick walk upstairs and then you were going back to your friend. But the castle is not abandoned at all, and after many lonely years, somebody’s happy to finally have some company.

DATE: OCT 21 ON HOLD

⸺ DEEP WATERS

PAIRING: tentacle monster!haechan x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: all your life you heard stories about the monster that lives in the lake, but they never scared you. You were looking for him, hoping fate was going to lead you to him to prove yourself you’re not crazy for believing in his existence. And when it happens, he seems to be afraid of you.

DATE: OCT 23

⸺ SINFUL PERDITION

PAIRING: priest!kun x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: you get close to your town church again in the hope of finding your faith again, but the new priest seems to lead you closer to perdition than salvation. And when you get closer to him, you start to wonder if he really is who he seems to be.

DATE: OCT 28 ON HOLD

⸺ SWEET DECEPTION

PAIRING: pick the members here

SUMMARY: on Halloween, nothing is as it seems. You end up in a room with six guys thinking they have amazing costumes only to be struck by reality when it’s too late; those are not costumes at all. But remember, on October 31, nothing is as it seems.

DATE: OCT 31

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[writemekpop]

Let Your Hair Down | Liu Yangyang

5K Follower Series Ep. 18

Summary: You’re not just Yangyang’s stylist… you’re his secret girlfriend. That secret is getting harder and harder to keep…  

Genre: Secret relationship AU, suggestive

Word Count: 0.8k

Prompt: “My lip gloss is all over your lips”

Gif: @hyucks

“Just one more kiss, baby, I’m beggin’ ya.” Your boyfriend Yangyang pouted his pink lips at you. He was sitting in the salon chair, refusing to behave.  

Your cheeks darkened. “Yangyang, we can’t! What if someone catches us?” 

You started working as an SM hair stylist six months ago. You were instantly attracted to him – and then an elevator breakdown left you stuck for six hours alone together, with nothing to do but each other. You’d been secretly dating ever since. 

You swivelled Yangyang’s chair so that he was facing the mirror, and stood behind him. You pulled out your combs, trying your best to get into work mode. 

You caught Yangyang’s naughty grin in the mirror. Your heart did a flip. 

You combed your fingers through his soft hair. Yangyang’s eyes slipped shut at your touch, and he relaxed back into the chair. He looked so handsome like that, when he wasn’t trying. 

Your gaze fell onto the tiny mole at the base of his neck, the one that made him purr when you kissed it – and the moment suddenly felt intimate.

As you massaged the gel in, you dared to drag your nails lightly across his scalp, and Yangyang let out a low moan of satisfaction. 

You froze at his sudden outburst. You were acutely aware of the curious stares from other staff members across the room, so you nudged Yangyang’s chair with your foot, silently urging him to play it cool. 

“Noona, can I ask for something?” Yangyang asked. His face was the picture of innocence, but you knew that tone in his voice. It meant trouble.  

“What is it?” 

“Can you style the front of my hair… like you did in the music video?”

Your whole body tensed. You knew exactly why Yangyang requested that style - because in order to complete the look, you had to stand in front of Yangyang and bend over him.  

Yangyang parted his knees, giving you space to stand. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to smack that devilish smirk off his face or kiss it off. 

You sucked in a breath and leant forwards over Yangyang to reach the front of his hair. This position meant that Yangyang’s face was just inches from your chest. 

He was so close that your necklace was dangling in front of his eyes, but you knew he was just staring down your top. 

He twisted your locket between his fingers, humming appreciatively. 

“This is pretty,” he whispered. 

You ignored the sparks of excitement beginning in your core and continued to style the front of his hair. 

Yangyang cleared his throat. “I think you’ve… g-got something on your top.” 

You frowned. “Oh really?”

“Don’t worry, I got it!” He hurriedly said. Then Yangyang brushed a miniscule speck of fluff from your blouse, directly over your right breast.  

“I just wanna make sure it’s all gone,” he said, grinning from ear to ear as he patted your shirt many more times, to the point where he was basically fondling your breast. 

“You’re such an idiot,” you muttered. 

You quickly scanned the room – everyone had gone.  

You suddenly grabbed his face between your hands and pushed your mouth onto his. You kissed him madly, deeply, tongue melting against his. 

Yangyang’s eyes shot open in shock, but soon he was kissing you back just as passionately. His hand caressed your waist and then slid lower to squeeze your ass. 

Eventually, you willed yourself to stop. Yangyang’s eyes were hooded and his cheeks were flushed dark red – but the funniest thing was the pink glittery gloss smeared over his lips and chin. 

“My lipgloss is all over your lips!” 

Yangyang smiled a slow, lazy smile. He brought his fingers to his lips, wiped off the gloss and popped two fingers into his mouth. His warm brown eyes never left yours.

The gentle flames raged into a mighty fire inside you.

You grabbed Yangyang’s hand and yanked him out of the chair. 

“Where are we going?” Yangyang said. 

“No time to talk.” You pulled him into the nearby broom closet and clicked the lock shut.  

“We’ve only got thirty minutes before the shoot,” you said, frantically unbuttoning his shirt. “You liked it when I did your hair, right?” 

He nodded, already panting. 

You leaned into his neck, speaking in a whisper. “Well, I’m about to mess it up so bad I have to do it all over again.” 

Yangyang smirked. “Baby, you just read my mind.”

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[maliciousblog]

Selfish (Yangyang)

Getting out of the shower you slipped into a baggy tshirt and a pair of baggy swear pants loosely tying your hair into a pony tail.

Walking into your kitchen to heat up some leftover pizza from the night before.

While you waited for it to heat up

You started to rummage through the contents of your fridge looking for something to drink only to stumble upon a sad looking can of coke nestled under some produce.

You grabbed the can as the microwave beeped grabbing your food and heading to your pc.

Setting it on the table while you plugged it in setting it up for your next streaming session.

You were a relatively popular streamer.

You had a small fanbase who were loyal to you and tuned in to each one of your streams religiously.

On more than one occasion you did have an encounter with an over enthusiastic fan but for the most part they were relatively harmless so it wasn't much of a bother and you continued to interact with them from time to time.

On streams you just did whatever you were in the mood for wether it be reaction videos or playing games or just casually chatting along with the viewers.

Today was one of the days were you didn't have much energy so you just decided to just interact with them as you had your meal playing some music off your playlist answering any questions they had.

As soon as you logged on to the stream.

A ding alerted the attention of someone who was deep under a pile of paperwork struggling to reach his deadline.

He tried his best to ignore it. He couldn't help it maybe just for a little while.

Just a little peak.

It wouldn't hurt to watch for a little while. Right?

He set aside the folders on his desk to make way for his phone so he could watch you comfortably.

A couple of minutes had turned into almost half an hour.

He could stop no matter how much he tried.

He didn't want his boss catch him slacking off. So he opened a window discretely on his screen to a corner while plugging in an earphone and covering it with his messy hair.

That way he could hope to atleast finish a little work.

While he watched you.

Your streams were the highlight of his day.

No matter how bad his day went watching you never failed to lift up his spirits.

He had become attached to you in his mind it wasn't a para social relationship it was real for him.

He couldn't help just watch you when you streamed he had to have access to you whenever his heart desired.

It was selfish of him.

But what you dont know wont hurt you.

Atleast that's what he told himself.

As the sun began to set he started to pack things up heading back home.

He lazily opened the door to his apartment.

Walking into his home office.

The walls of which were filled with monitors.

Connected to little camera's he had placed all throughout your house.

It didn't take him much effort to get your address. He sat down on his chair stretching his back as you watched you go through your routine.

Day in and day out he watched you.

It gave him a sense of ecstacy watching you go about your day being foolishly oblivious to his preying eyes.

He watched as usual but something was off today.

It didn't seem right he leaned in closer to the screen your were dressed up.

He just thought that you were going out with a friend worried that it was a little late. He didn't want you to get hurt.

But his little fantasy was ruined when he saw the door to your apartment open and a man step in holding a bouquet of flowers.

He watched as you embraced the man accepting the flowers giving him a kiss in return.

This couldn't be happening. You were his.

He could do better.

He could do better than any man.

How dare you accept flowers from another man they weren't even the kind you liked.

He started to see red.

As he he began shattered the glass of the screen.

Going hysterical.

Watching you wasn't enough anymore and watching you in the arms of another wasn't ever going to happen again.

As he stood infront of your apartment replying the scenario in his head.

He wondered if what he was doing was right.

He had often wondered about this and had played different scenarios in his head. Thinking about what if one day watching you from a distant wasn't enough.

It didn't matter now he had already crossed the line long ago.

As he typed in the pin. The door to your apartment beeped open as he entered.

He sat there waiting for you to return running the events that led to this day.

His train of thought was broken as he heard you open the door to your dimly lit apartment only to be greeted by the shadow of a man looking right at you with the most unnerving smile you had ever seen.

"You're finally home honey did you have a good time whoreing around".

He said as he approached you.

You turned on your heel to run away.

When you felt a searing pain spread through your scalp.

And he grabbed the back of your head pulling you back.

Landing on him chest as he silenced your cries.

Closing his hand in on your throat.

You desperately tried to get a little air in your buring lungs trying everything you could.

But he wouldn't budge until he saw your body go limp from the lack of oxygen.

He got off work a little early today. It was a special occasion so he had to.

On his way back home he stopped at his favorite restaurant ordering takeout.

While he picked up his order.

He decided to stop by the florist to get a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

As he set the table.

He watched you. You seemed happy it was your anniversary after all.

He happily chatted away about his day.

As you were bound on the chair in front of him sending him a smile as you listened to him.

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[momodoesposts]

masterlist <3

NCT 127

kiwi strawberry flavored kisses-taeyong

you are in suh much trouble- johnny

hair masks and head massages- mark

NCT DREAM

hair masks and head massages- mark

WAYV

comfort crowd- xiaojun

first date with-hendery

shark week-hendery

ty for checking out my blog!!!

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[aswho1estuff]

Spy under coverz

masterlist

Shoot ya shot

Cause i'm bulletproof

Load it up and

du-du-du

Codename:

1.

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[misojunnie]

THE EX - FACTOR ─ xdj. ♪ ⋆ﾟ⊹

nobody ever gets over their ex.

Men have such audacity. Your ex boyfriend Xiaojun, who you're maybe not quite over yet, did a duet with the hottest girl in the industry to the song you first sang together after you started dating, and now the internet won't shut up about them being the nation's sweethearts. When you retaliated by singing the song he wrote for you with his best friend, you might have gone a bit far. But revenge is revenge, and a competition is brewing that the world isn't ready for.

# pairing: ex!xiaojun x idol!fem!reader

# genre: exes to lovers, smau, lots of crack

# warnings: substance use, lots of cursing and insults, slut shaming /hj, bi reader, I'm still not funny

# featuring: some of wayv + txt choi line + sungchan + renjun + ningning & karina

# playlist: die for you by the weeknd, all for love by wayv, still into you by paramore, not for sale by enhypen, miracle by wayv

# status: ongoing! updates will likely be up to three times a week (slightly inconsistent)

📂 note!! hey guys! I was so sad that l&t is still on hiatus that I decided to pick up a new smau bc I'm literally obsessed with xiaojun :D hope u enjoy!! I'm so not funny help

# taglist: @msxflower @enhacolor @hiqhkey @theskzvibe @xtra-cheese @cwsana @stopeatread @kwnshi @nineooooo @asteriaskingdom

# network tags: @nctcreations @k-radio @k-vanity @ficscafe @kflixnet

taglist is open! send a message or an ask if you'd like to be added, or to my perm taglist! <3

00. profiles --- one | two

01. what is xiaorina

02. taste his furry

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[jinisnuggets]

ᴡᴀʏᴠ

𝐎𝐭6

WayV Reaction to "Will You Marry Me"

❒ Fluff, smau

𝐊𝐮𝐧

Empty for now....

𝐓𝐞𝐧

Empty for now....

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐖𝐢𝐧

Empty for now....

𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧

Nightmare

❒ Fluff

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲

Empty for now....

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠

Empty for now....

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[crdteezv]

Frat House - Yangyang Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a fratboy series I’m doing for all the Wayv members! I recommend you read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or at the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring:  !fratboy! yangyang x afab! reader

Genre: college! au, frat! au, smut

Synopsis: You continue playing an interesting game of Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare with Ten and his friends. You were dared to spend the night with one of them. When the bottle was spun, it landed on Yangyang. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…

Warnings: smut. !possessive/jealous! yangyang, DUB-CON, toxic…, also somewhat dark and not for the faint of heart, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, hair pulling, oral (giving/receiving(69)), throat fucking, manhandling, masochism, spanking, video recording (consensual), edging, o.denial/control overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.2k words

A/N: I know it’s been some time since I last updated this series. But, I would like to say that it is hopefully coming to an end very soon! Next, I will work on Xiaojun and then finish off with Winwin. Now I hope you all enjoy the Yangyang ver!

After Hendery spun the bottle, it landed on Yangyang.

You felt a bit surprised but relieved that it didn't point to a certain someone. Plus, you kinda know Yangyang so this wouldn’t be too awkward for you. 

"Looks like you're staying with me tonight!"

"Yeah, sounds good. I'm pretty tired anyway, let's head up now."

He agreed and took your hand, leading you upstairs to his room.

Meanwhile, Hendery was still processing what happened. He felt a bit upset because he wanted the bottle to land on him. Others understood his feelings but moved on eventually. Everyone went to their rooms to sleep for the night.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

You have arrived at Yangyang's room.

It was nice and simple with a lot of grey undertones. His bed was facing the TV and was accompanied by his gaming setup.

"Hey, you can take the bed, and I'll crash on the floor or something–"

"No, it's okay. I'd feel bad making you sleep on the floor. Come here."

You gently pulled him towards the bed, feeling surprisingly at ease together.

"Your gaming setup looks pretty cool. So, you game a lot I assume?"

"Yeah, I do! I usually play with Winwin or Hendery. Lately, we've been hooked on Apex."

Seeing him talking about something he is passionate about, made him have this sparkle in his eye. You were so focused on what he was saying, you started to notice how attractive he was.

"I've never really played it before. I'm usually swamped with schoolwork."

"Wait, we could play now! I'll teach you."

Agreeing nervously, you watched as Yangyang set up the game. With a controller in hand, he guided you through the basics, his excitement contagious. Soon, you were immersed in the game together.

Laughter filled the room as you navigated the game alongside him. Gradually, you found yourself enjoying his company, feeling a growing connection. As the night wore on, you sensed a subtle shift in the air, the space between you started to heat up with tension. Sitting closely against the bedframe, your thighs would occasionally brush with each other, which was distracting you from the game.

"Hey, are you alright? You're playing slower than usual."

"I'm fine, just not used to this controller."

Yangyang paused the game, intertwining his arms with yours, hands still on the controller as if to offer comfort and support.

"You see, this is how you do it–" 

Yangyang's hands covered yours, skillfully maneuvering the controller to control your character. It was as if he was playing the game for you. You couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and heightened nervousness at his intimate gesture.

As you and Yangyang continued playing the game, the close proximity between you felt both exciting and nerve-wracking. His subtle breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, a sensation you hadn't experienced before. It was hard to concentrate, and Yangyang noticed.

"Do I make you nervous? You've been squirming since we started playing again. We can stop if–"

"No, don't stop," you interrupted, feeling emboldened by the moment.

Leaning back into him, you gave him a seductive look, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the intimate exchange.

Throughout the night, Yangyang couldn't keep his eyes off of you, feeling a growing desire. He couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, he began to kiss the back of your neck, which sent tingles throughout your body. His hands found their way to your waist, his whispers in your ear

“You should keep on playing the game sweetheart. If you win, I’ll do whatever you want...”

Shivers crawled down your spine as he said that to you. But, who are you to deny such an offer? You nodded your head and he leaned back onto the bedframe and your backside was facing against him. You felt at ease and started to play the game again.

But Yangyang had other plans.

As you focused on the game, his teasing escalated. His hands roamed under your shirt, causing you to squirm and struggle to concentrate.

"Please stop, I can't focus–" you pleaded, feeling overwhelmed.

But Yangyang's actions only intensified, his playful bites on your neck were sending waves of pleasure all over your body.

"I never said this was going to be easy," he smirked against your skin, his touch was driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

Determined to win, you bit your lip, trying to block out the sensations and focus. This will all be over once you beat the game. 

Feeling Yangyang's hand inching lower, your breath caught in your throat as anticipation mingled with excitement. His touch through your clothed pussy sent a jolt of pleasure surging through you, and you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped your lips.

"Seems like you don't want me to stop either," he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with lust as he felt the dampness soaking through your panties.

His words only fueled the desire raging within you, and you didn’t want him to stop at all.

His words alone were making you feel more aroused for him and you don’t know how long you could take it anymore. 

He pulled your panties to the side and shoved his middle finger into your wetness. You let out a moan that was quickly covered up with one of his hands.

“Shh, you don’t want the others to find out what we are doing do you?”

You shook your head no and weren’t even focused on the game anymore. You were too immersed in all the things Yangyang was doing to you. Each thrust was pushing you closer to the edge. As waves of pleasure crashed over you, your moans became so out of control that you couldn't contain them anymore. But luckily Yangyang's hand muffled all the sinful noises you were making. Your body felt limp as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, losing control over yourself. Tears started to dwell down your face from all the stimulation you were feeling.

When Yangyang's thumb found its way to your clit, a primal scream tore from your throat, your body shuddering with pleasure.

He finds this all amusing and starts laughing at you.

“God, you can’t be this desperate for me, right? You’re not even playing the game for me anymore-”

He feels you squeeze and clench around his finger.

“Mhmm, you’re getting close sweetie? Then cum for me.”

He started shoving his fingers into you at a faster pace than ever before. And just when you were on the brink of climax, he stopped and pulled out his fingers immediately. You felt a sense of discomfort from being unsatisfied by his actions.

“Hey, why did you do that?”

His smirk only widened as he pointed to the TV, explaining his motive with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“It’s because you didn’t win love. I told you I will give you anything you want if you win.”

“Are you serious? It’s not even fair you, kept on distracting me.”

“Oh I know, and I don’t plan on making any of this easy for you. But I'll give you one more chance since I'm feeling generous tonight."

“YES! Now what’s the catch this time?”

He grabs the controller and switches the game to a simple racing game.

“Now, this should be easier for you to play and I will just be down here-”

He switches positions now between your legs while you lean against the bedframe.

You rolled your eyes out of annoyance. This is just going to be harder than before. But you were determined to win, fed up with his teasing. You agreed and focused on the game.

He started slow by kissing all over your thighs and squeezing them firmly with his hands. You stayed focused, he was not distracting you this time. He admired your determination but knew he could break you soon. His kisses turned into bites, making you tense. He let out a little smirk and continued marking up your thighs. 

You were more focused on the game than before. You knew for a fact he was going to do everything in his power to make you fall for him. But, you are standing your ground and not making any moves. He couldn’t wait any longer and started to lick up your drenched pussy. He put your legs over his shoulders and started to devour you like he was hungry.

You bite your lip hard and start to lose focus. You were almost done with the game and just needed to hold out a little longer. He didn’t care anymore and shoved your core into his face. He started lapping up all of your juices and even started sucking on your clit. 

You finished the game just in time and ended up in first place and you can fully let yourself go for him. You threw your head back in pleasure and started moaning even louder than before. You didn’t care if the whole house could hear you at this point, you just wanted Yangyang to keep going.

You pulled onto his hair and pushed him hard against you. You feel him start to whimper into you. The vibrations of all of the sounds he was making made you start to wince around him. You squeeze your thighs around his head and he starts to gasp for air. 

“Fuck baby, this is not enough for me come here-”

He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. He made you face away from him.

“Back that ass into me sweetie.”

You were taken aback as he grabbed your waist and pushed your pussy onto his face, causing you to let out a moan. No one had ever made you feel this aroused before, and he was practically driving you wild. He practically making you see stars. You grind your core onto his face and he was loving every second of this. 

As you were going at it, you started to notice that his cock was right in front of you. With a sinful idea in mind, you pulled down his shorts and boxers, stroking him with your hand. He moaned in pleasure, too focused on you to fully comprehend your actions. He couldn’t help but grind up into your hand. Pumping him faster, you reveled in his needy desire.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" you teased, slowing your pace as he begged for more.

“Mhm f-fuck yes, don’t stop-”

You started to slow down your pace and let out a playful laugh.

“I don’t know if you earned it yet. You teased me so much tonight and -”

“P-please, I won’t tease you anymore..”

You looked back at him and gave him a smirk. 

“You promise?”

He nodded his head you decided enough was enough. You took him into your mouth, and he threw his head back. He had already forgotten that he had a job to do too.

“Hey this don’t get too comfortable, you better get back to-”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He went back to devouring your pussy and with more vigor than before. You let out a loud moan and decided to suppress all your noises by shoving your throat down his cock. You began to bob your head up and down wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. You were both overwhelmed by each other. Just a moment ago you were playing a spin-the-bottle game and now his face is deep into your pussy.

Who would’ve known this all happening because of Hendery's little dare?

Yangyang couldn't resist thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag. Tears streamed down your face as you wondered if you could take this anymore.

The both of you were reaching your breaking point.

You felt his cock start to twitch in your mouth, and you clenched around his tongue in response. With increasing urgency, you both intensified your pace, driving each other to climax simultaneously, not wasting a single drop. You got off of him and almost fell back but he grabbed you in time. 

“Oh baby, we're not done just yet.”

You gave him a confused look and he grabbed you and pushed you down into the mattress on your back. He pinned your hands over and proceeded to take off the rest of his and your clothes. 

"You're so beautiful. I've always wanted to do this," he confessed, his words a mix of desperation and lust, unsettling you slightly.

"Every day in class, I'd stare at you, wanting to be closer," he admitted, his voice tinged with longing. "But Ten or Hendery would always get in the way..."

He slowly brought your legs up his shoulders and positioned himself into you.

“But now… I have you all to myself.”

You started to feel a little intimidated by him. He seemed so possessive all of a sudden. Before you could even say anything, he slips his cock into your pussy, eliciting a loud moan from you as pleasure surged through your body. Your eyes started to roll in the back of your head. 

He began to pound into you with rough, deep strokes, his pace relentless and unforgiving. It was as if he was consumed by an insatiable hunger for you, a side of him you had never seen before.

“F-fuck Yangyang s-slow down-“

“No, I can’t anymore. I’ve wanted this for too long, princess. Besides just a moment ago you were practically begging me to fuck you.”

His words were starting to get to you. You did ask for this but you didn’t expect him to be so feral for you. Apart of you didn’t mind it though. You almost like the feeling of being wanted and almost felt selfish for it. It’s been a while since someone wanted to be inside of you this bad. 

So you gave in and started to make out with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you.  He gripped on the headboard with one of his hands and started fucking deeper into you. His strokes started to become more sharp and precise. 

“F-fuck p-please keep going… right there-“

“Ah you’re liking this a lot more now huh sweetheart? You look so pretty for me.”

He caressed your cheek gently before deciding to change things up. Flipping you onto your stomach, he positioned you with your ass in the air and pushed your head into the pillow.

"Now, I'm not holding back anymore. I want you to be loud for me so everyone in this house can hear you, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear, delivering a loud smack to your ass that elicited a whimper from you.

“Especially Hendery and Ten.”

Your eyes widened as you realized Yangyang had planned this all along. He had been jealous since you kissed Ten in front of everyone

Little did you know, he and Winwin were in on it the whole time.

 When he was whispering to Winwin when you kissed Ten, he was telling him that he wanted to find a way to separate you and Ten. Yangyang thought if he could somehow convince Hendery to come up with such a dare, there was a chance he could have you to himself tonight. That's why he didn't object when Hendery first proposed the dare.

Yangyang was jealous.

You looked back at Yangyang with such anger "You wanted this to happen, didn't you? How long have you been planning this?"

“Since we first met in math class. I always saw you and Hendery going against each other and how close you were with Ten-“

He pulled you up by your hair and brought you closer to his face.

“Now here you are all alone with me. Begging for me to fuck you. Isn't it crazy how things have turned out?" 

“Oh you’re literally insane you know that?”

He pushes you back onto the bed and slips himself back into you.

“And you love that about me don’t you princess?”

With each powerful thrust, you moaned his name, torn between fear and lust. Despite your conflicting emotions, you couldn't deny how good he was making you feel. You felt like you were losing yourself to him and you didn’t want to let go of that feeling.

You were enjoying this and so was he.

He slowed his pace slightly, still inside you, and reached for his phone. He started to record you.

"Now, baby, look into the camera and tell me who makes you feel this good," he demanded.

"You... you do," you managed to gasp out.

He gave a harsh slap on your ass again and you let out a loud moan.

He delivered another harsh slap to your ass, eliciting a loud moan from you. "What was that, sweetie? I didn't quite catch that," he teased

"YOU DO!" you exclaimed, feeling the pleasure intensify as he pounded you deeper into the mattress.

"That's right, pretty girl. Only I can make you feel this good," he affirmed before stopping the recording and tossing his phone aside.

"Now that I've got what I wanted tonight, I think it's time to wrap this up, don't you think?" he suggested, his actions leaving you too overwhelmed to respond with words. All you could do was nod your head. You were too preoccupied to be able to let out any words at the moment. He was bringing you so much pleasure that all you could do was scream and moan in ecstasy.

He grabbed your waist with both of his hands and started to fuck you into the mattress. He gripped your waist so tight that it was starting to become a little painful to bear. You both eventually climax at the same time and he was riding out all of your orgasms. He wouldn’t stop until you were fully satisfied.

He fell back into the bed and brought you to his chest. You were both panting for air, trying to catch your breath. It felt a little awkward afterward and you both didn’t know what to say to each other.

“Hey look I’m sorry for the way I acted tonight. It’s just I’ve liked you for a very long time now and I just got carried away. I can’t help myself when it comes to you-“

You kissed him on his cheek. 

“It's fine, Yangyang. You just caught me off guard is all. I just didn’t know you were this crazy for me-“

"Hey, I'm not that crazy for you," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood after everything that happened between the two of you.

“Oh come on. You kept on going on and on about how much you wanted me and was being really possessive. I think that’s what you call crazy.” you teased, noting his surprised expression as he realized your point.

"Look, I'm sorry again, and we can forget about this happening, and I'll even delete the video–" he started, but you interrupted him by grabbing his wrist.

"Oh, but I don't want to forget what happened tonight. It was just getting fun, don't you think?" you said playfully, causing him to feel drawn to you once more.

"You don't have to delete the video if you don't want to. I know you want to show all the other guys what went on with me and you tonight," you added, observing his surprised reaction.

"Especially Hendery and Ten, right?" 

**AUTHOR NOTES**: If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [KUN] [TEN] [WINWIN] [XIAOJUN] [HENDERY]

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[daydreamingyuta]

NCT as Husbands Series: Yangyang

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!yangyang wc: 508 nct as husbands masterlist

Yangyang such a cutie and he would make such a great husband 🥹

I think that he would tease you a lot, but of course this is completely out of love! like I feel like he might not be the most lovey-dovey so teasing you is his way of telling you that he loves you.

I also think that he would adore giving you sweet kisses on your cheek because he melts at the smile you give him every time he does kiss you on the cheek.

I also think that he would go out of his way to express his love for you through his words! like constantly telling you how gorgeous you are and how lucky he is be your husband 🥹 but he'll also express his love to you through his actions. like he loves to take care of you and knowing that he's helping you genuinely makes him so happy!

You had always thought that there was something so romantic about sharing an umbrella with someone. The weatherman had warned you about the incoming rain, but it had completely slipped your mind. Luckily, your husband had remembered and actually brought an umbrella for the both of you. You make a mental note to give him a big kiss when you get home, because the rain was pouring down. Yangyang has one arm interlocked with yours and the other holding up the umbrella, allowing you to continue your walk in the park. "I love when it's raining and the sun is still out. Maybe we'll be lucky enough to get a rainbow!" You say, holding him closer. You're looking up at the sky, hoping your wish comes true, when all of a sudden you trip slightly on your shoelace that must have come undone. Yangyang had thankfully caught you and brought you back up to where you were standing. Without hesitation, he hands you the umbrella and gets down on one knee to tie your shoe for you. He was always doing little things like this, but it never failed to make your heart melt each and every time. He was about halfway done when you realized that part of his back was getting completely soaked, so you moved the umbrella to cover more of him, causing you to get a bit wet, but you didn't mind. When he noticed what you did, he looked up at you with a playful scolding face and pushed the umbrella back over you so that no part of you would get wet. You watch with a smile over your face as he goes to untie and re-tie the other shoe that hadn't given you any trouble. "You don't have to do that, it's already tied." "Yeah but just in case. Can't have my baby tripping again." He says, getting back up and taking the umbrella from you. You press a kiss on his cheek to say thank you for his sweet actions and then continue your walk in the park as the rain pours even harder than before.

#yangyang #nct #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct scenarios #fanfiction #wayv #yangyang x y/n #yangyang x reader #yangyang x you #established relationship

[neowinestainedress]

INTO THE WOODS

TITLE: INTO THE WOODS | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: werewolf!johnny x werewolf!yangyang x werewolf!jeno x werewolf!jaehyun x werewolf!kun x fem!human!oc/reader

GENRE: smut, werewolves/abo*, halloween themed * they are alphas but there are not abo dynamics since the mc is human

SUMMARY: ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

WARNINGS: smut; dubcon (monsterfucking, light fear play, aphrodisiac saliva), monster fucking (= monster c*cks and bodies* and unrealistic sex), unprotected sex, sixsome, oral sex (f&m), marking, biting, degradation, minor impact play (slapping and chocking), manhandling, rough sex, slight animalist behaviours here and there (mostly within each other), big size difference, spitroasting, knotting, mean!kun (he hates human, rip), in general some dark content. * they're not fully transformed, though

WORD COUNT: 11.604k

if you click 'read more' you agree you have read the warnings and take responsibility for the media you consume.

Growing up in that small village she learnt that there was only one rule to follow: don’t go in the woods past the first two rows of trees. And honestly, unless it was really necessary, avoid going in the wood at all. 

And she always listened, she never had a reason to disobey and get further into the dark woods and risk dangerous meetings. Her grandmother and the other old ladies of the village warned the kids from a young age, telling them stories about unknown beings that lived in the deepest heart of the forest. Scary tales about men never coming back from the hunt, innocent ladies being found dead at the edges after disappearing for days, and kids being unable to sleep for months after meeting the eyes of those creepy beings. 

So she always kept her distance from it, even if she lived near the borders and never really felt scared of that vastness of trees. 

She also wasn’t the type to let her friends’ remarks get into her head, but when Donghyuck didn’t stop mocking her for not going with them past the second row, she felt something inside of her rise. 

“You can’t seriously believe some monsters live there, you think two rows of trees would be enough to scare them?” He had said, laughing at her mad face when he and their other friends, Jaemin and Renjun, came back from the forest. 

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t believe in those stories,” she replied, “but I follow the rules. You could’ve got hurt,” she added, checking that nothing happened to them. But Donghyuck simply rolled his eyes before grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away. 

“You’re a scaredy cat, honey. But that won’t stop us from being your friends,” he joked, waving at her as the other two followed. “See you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, bye,” she greeted, grabbing her things too and walking back home. 

But for the whole way back home, walking right across the river that separated the wood and the village, she couldn’t help but wonder about what lived there. It couldn’t have been anything bigger than some deers or hares, right? And the woods seemed so quiet, how could they possibly be as terrible as her nanna told her when she was a kid? Why were the villagers so terrified of them? 

So curiosity got the best of her, and at the nearest bridge, she crossed, making sure nobody was around to see her break the rules. When she found herself in front of the first row, she gulped. The sounds surrounding her weren’t creepy at all, she could hear birds chirping, the creaks of some insects and the water flowing behind her. 

She took a deep breath as she started to walk past the permitted zone and then whispered to herself ‘Just a little bit, but don’t get too deep. Just to prove Donghyuck you’re brave.’

But she soon lost track of time, and before she could realize it, the night had fallen, turning the woods into the stereotypical scary place they were in the tales the ladies of the village told. And the more she tried to find the way back home, the more lost she felt. She was sure she had followed a quiet traced path before, but now she couldn’t find anything of that kind anymore and she felt like she was spinning in circles. 

Panic started to creep in when the sky turned darker and the air around her got colder and every sound rang scarier in her ears. 

When she felt something behind her, the only thing she could do was run. She had no idea where she was going, or if she was putting herself into more trouble, but she kept running. Fast as the wind blew on her face and made her force her eyes to fight to stay open. 

And she kept going for what felt like ages for her, she could feel her heart race in her chest and her lungs were struggling to keep up with the fast speed she was forcing her body to move, and all of a sudden it became too much, but right when she felt like giving up and falling on the floor to meet her destiny…  

“Oh,” a voice said when her scared, small frame impacted against his broad chest, “what do we have here?” 

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to let out the loudest scream of her life that was in vain; nobody was going to hear her here, in the pulsing heart of the forest. And the yell didn’t scare the figure in front of her at all, instead, it caused him to laugh. 

“Scared?” 

She gulped and then started walking backwards only to be trapped by another figure. And at that point, she felt tears stream down her cheeks, but the man in front of her was swift at leaning down and cupping her face, gently.

“No, shh, don’t cry. Are you lost?” He asked, his voice low but almost reassuring. 

She nodded, not able to let out a single sound. As she desperately tried to look for a way out. But the more she looked around the more it seemed there wasn’t a way out there. Trees all around her. Trees that were all the same. She was going insane. 

“Guess you need a place to stay for the night. It gets quite cold here, we were just coming back from the hunt,” he said, giving a quick glance to the man that was still behind her, not even blocking her anymore since fear had frozen her on the spot. “Should we take her home, Yangyang?” 

The man, well, boy, behind her smirked and then replied, “It’s not polite to leave a nice lady like her out here.” 

The other wet his lip and then said, “Mind following us?” 

She hesitated, looking around again, trying to grasp onto anything that could’ve made her run away from there and go back home, but there was nothing. She had been looking all evening for that, and it only seemed like she made it worst by going too deep into the woods.

“If you’ve never been in the woods, you don’t know how to move in them. Trust us, it can get dangerous at night out here, especially for people that don’t know how to recognize beasts.” 

“I just… I want to go home.” 

“We know. We’ll take you home tomorrow as soon as the sun comes up. Right, Yang?” 

“Yes, the walk back to the village is long and impossible to follow right now.” 

She nodded, mindlessly… they didn’t seem bad, they were trying to help her, and also if they were there, it meant that whatever lived in the woods that the eldest talked so much about wasn’t real, or anyway, they probably knew what it was and knew how to defend themselves from it. Nobody survives the woods. And yet, they were there. 

So she nodded and grabbed the man’s hand, silently following them. 

The walk in the forest was silent, and even if it looked like they knew exactly what they were doing, she couldn’t help but jump at the slightest of sounds. Owls hooting, branches creaking, wind whistling. Everything frightened her. 

She had no idea how long it took to get to their small cabin but it felt like ages, and when they passed the door, the sensation didn’t dim. 

“We’re back from the hunt,” the taller man shouted as soon as they opened the door of the wooden house and she stilled on the spot once again. It wasn’t just them? 

A man peeked out of what she guessed to be the kitchen and his eyes moved from his friends to her, an unsettling smirk on his face. 

“Brought dinner?” He asked, eyes still boring holes in her. 

“Yeah, hunted a hare,” the youngest replied, lifting up the animal in his hand. She didn’t even notice he had been carrying it the whole time. 

The other man huffed, “Just that, really? We also have a guest.” 

“Go out and hunt yourself, Jaehyun,” the tallest man replied. “Let’s see if you can catch something sweeter.” And in his tone there was something that made her think that he probably wasn’t talking about the animal, but her… 

“You look stressed.” Lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize she was alone in the room with the other man. Jaehyun? Was that his name? 

“I… I just need to sleep,” she replied, gulping and feeling her heart pump hard in her chest. He was walking around her in circles, studying her every detail and from so up close she felt a weirder sensation creep into her bone. He was tall and broad, just like the other man she had first spoken to. They probably were way too big but she simply didn’t notice that before in the dark, but now, in the dim, warm lights of the house, she could pay attention to the small details. 

“Sleep? Really?” His laugh was deep, almost mocking and her only reaction was to cross her arms on her chest and stare at him that now came to a stop in front of her. “The night is still young.” 

“But I’m tired,” she mumbled, looking around, once again trying to find a way out. All of a sudden this didn’t seem like a good option. 

“Did you run here?” Another voice spoke from behind her and she turned around to see another man. He looked a bit younger than the other two, she would’ve guessed he was around Yangyang’s age. He had black hair that fell messily on his forehead and was tall and fit, muscled arms peeking out of his white shirt. And she was so lost in the sight of his body that she didn’t realize how close he had walked to her. “Ran straight into the wolf trap?” 

When her eyes widened and her breath faltered, he laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “I’m kidding, kitten. Don’t be so scared, we won’t eat you. Well, unless you want to,” he smirked, wetting his lips and suddenly she felt embarrassment take over fear. 

“I’m Jeno, by the way,” he greeted, smiling at her, an oddly reassuring smile that made his eyes turn into half-moons. She simply nodded, not giving him her name, brain so hazed she didn’t even remember it anymore. 

“Are you okay, kitten?” The other one asked. “Want to sit on the couch?” 

She nodded, grabbing his forearm and letting him guide her to the sofa. Right when she was about to speak and ask once again to just have a bed to sleep, the door slammed open making her yelp and move closer to Jeno that smirked and rested a hand on her shaking thigh. Oh, it was going to be fun. 

“Who’s she?” 

“I… I’m — I,” she stopped when the man’s stern gaze got even more intense, and he huffed. 

“Great, can’t even put two words together,” he mocked, getting rid of his heavy coat and leather boots. “What is she doing here?” 

The men at her side shrugged and pointed at the door next to the room. “We didn’t bring her here.” 

“We brought her here, Kun,” the tallest man explained coming out of the room with Yangyang behind him. “She was all alone in the scary woods. You don’t want such a pretty doll to be all alone out there, right?” 

She felt her face heat up at the name but didn’t dare to say a word. Her eyes instead wandered to Kun that was now staring at her, eyes running on her frame, making her shiver. 

“I can… I don’t want to bother,” she whispered but the man ignored her and walked around the couch, and stood in front of her. 

“What were you doing in the woods in the first place? Don’t you know it’s against the rules?” 

She gulped and shifted back until her back met the couch. “I didn’t mean to.” 

Kun scoffed and then leaned down, lifting her chin with two fingers. “I thought at the village they planted this idea into your human stupid brains since you’re born.” 

She furrowed… what did he mean by that? “I —”

“Shh,” he said, moving his finger to rest it right on her lips. “I can’t blame you, though,” he said, letting go of her face and taking a step back to walk to the fireplace that was burning and add more wood from the heavy bag that he carried on his shoulder, before leaving it next to it. “They never explain why you can’t go in the woods.” 

“I was scared,” she replied, trying to defend herself but that answer made all of them laugh. 

“You were scared and ran into the woods? Wow, so Kun’s right when he says that you humans are dumb.” 

“Hu-humans?” She mumbled, looking around. What were they talking about? Weren’t they just like her? 

“Still didn’t click?” Jaehyun asked, resting a hand on her covered thigh. 

“I… I don’t,” she started saying but the words got stuck in her dry throat. 

“Guess I’ll have to show you the hard way,” he replied, and before she could say anything she felt a sharp pain as the skin of her thigh was being pierced, white dress staining with the dark red of her blood. His nails weren’t normal nails now, they looked like claws and felt just the same. 

She looked up at him, speechless, she couldn’t even scream from the pain, she was just petrified. He didn’t even dig that deep, but the sting and the sharp cut were enough to cause pain. 

“No, don’t cry, kitten,” he cooed, lifting his blood-stained hand to caress the skin of her tears-streaked face. 

“We won’t hurt you,” Jeno whispered against her ears, hands wrapped around her waist, feeling her shake. “If you behave.” 

Her eyes scanned the room, trying to look at the others for reassurance but something inside all of them shifted. Their gazes were more intense, their eyes were of a brown that seemed closer to red or yellow and, unless she was going crazy, she could swear she could smell their changed scents, stronger, sweeter. 

“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to find you. I swear I was trying to go home and got lost. There was somebody following me, I was scared,” she stammered. She truly didn’t walk in the woods trying to find out why it was forbidden. It was a mistake; she didn’t want to reveal their true nature.  

Kun smiled, kneeling to stare at her, big hand tracing the scarred thigh. “We don’t really care why you’re here. But since you are, we might as well have some fun.” 

“You know,” the tallest man said, standing in front of her, brushing her hair back. “Nobody ever comes to pay us a visit. It gets so lonely here.” 

“Yeah, Johnny’s right,” Jeno replied. “We’re all alone because of that dumb rule your people decided to establish.” 

She gulped. “I’m… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” Jaehyun said. “You decided to betray them.” 

“I didn’t. I’m not supposed to be here,” she said, finding the last drop of sanity to stand up and get out of there. But her attempt was all in vain when Jeno pulled her back down against the couch and his lips crashed against hers, hand cupping her face, holding her in place tight, strong body not letting her go. And it strangely felt good. There was something almost intoxicating in his lips and the way they moved on hers. Nobody ever kissed her like that. 

“It’s dangerous outside,” he cooed against her lips. “We don’t want you to meet bad people.” 

“Oh, c’mon,” Yangyang whispered behind her, lips brushing against her right cheek. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be outside and not here with us.” 

“I don’t know you and you… you…are” she hesitated, terrified of saying the wrong words; Jeno’s hand was still around her chin and it would’ve taken him nothing to sink the claws into her neck and kill her. 

“Monsters?” Kun finished for her, moving Jeno’s and Yangyang away from her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to stay still and look at him. 

“N-no, no, just… strong. You’re stronger than me,” she cried, tears starting to flow on her face as fear took over. But no feeling of pity sparked in his heart. Kun knew exactly what the tales in town told about them. He knew how they were pictured. And as much as some things might’ve been true, some others weren’t.  

“Are you afraid, little thing?” Fuck calling her ‘kitten’, humans were humans, disgusting, selfish things and he couldn’t stand them. And yes, she was beautiful and probably she truly had no idea what was going on, but he knew she was disgusted by them anyway. 

“I’m… I won’t tell anybody.”  

Johnny snickered. “You think the eldests don’t know about us?” 

She looked at him with a confused expression. 

“Oh, you want to go back and tell your little friends?” 

“No!” She screamed. “I won’t. I promise, just let me go.” 

“It’s dangerous outside,” Jaehyun repeated, fingers tracing the skin of her legs. “And if something bad happens to you, it’s over for us.” 

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Yangyang remarked, taking advantage of Kun forcing her head back to lick a stripe on her neck. Her eyes closed and her breath faltered for a moment, why did it feel good? No. She couldn’t give in. They weren’t human. They were werewolves and for all she knew they could’ve killed her with a snap of the finger. They were bad. Her grandma always told her when she was little. Monstrous creatures are not trustable. 

Her eyes snapped open again and she tried to push Kun off of her but with no success. 

“You’re not going out of here, tonight. We’re not letting you get hurt.” 

“I won’t, I know what I’m doing.” 

Kun scoffed. “You’re human. You’re fucking dumb and get hurt with the smallest things, and we won’t let this be our fucking responsibility,” he growled, making her freeze on the spot. But her body betrayed her when her thighs clasped hard against each other. His growl triggering a feral reaction inside her. 

“Fucking pathetic,” Kun muttered, looking at her closed legs. “You humans get off over the weirdest things.” 

“I don’t… I’m not. I don’t like this.” 

“Not even this?” Yangyang asked, kissing her neck again and she had to fight hard with herself to don’t moan when his sharp teeth grazed her skin. 

“N-no…” she replied, but her voice was close to a whimper, and she could feel her panties getting wetter. They were bigger and stronger. They could’ve done anything to her. Then why she felt excitement rise? 

“Starting to loosen up, finally?” Johnny said without getting closer to her, and she almost wished he was the one so near her body. But instead, she was pressed between Jeno and Jaehyun while Kun still hovered over her and kept her face still. And the teasing smirk on Yangyang’s face that she could feel wasn’t helping at all. Probably he was the one that scared her the most, he seemed so nice, way too nice for being a monster. 

“What do you want from me?” She dared to ask, eyes drifting on the others in the room and chest panting hard, in fear, in arousal, she had no idea anymore at this point. 

The same teasing smirk curled Jaehyun’s lips, “Isn’t it clear already, darling?” He mocked, fingers brushing next to Kun’s as he tilted her head toward him. “A taste.”

She felt her head spinning while she blinked repeatedly. “Are you going to kill me?” 

Jeno snickered, “And what’s the fun in that?” 

“Well, I don’t know, I don’t think like a…” she stopped immediately, and her eyes drifted up at Kun that was sternly staring at her. 

“Right, because you are superior to every other species,” he scoffed, not even being mad at her. He didn’t need it. He just needed to prove a point, and his point was going to be proven soon. 

“No, I meant —” 

“Just shut up,” he groaned back at her. “Shut the fuck up.” 

She stilled once again, terrified of him. 

“Good, so you can listen when you want to,” he huffed, running a hand in his hair and taking a step back, briefly looking outside of the window. It was going to be a fucking long night and he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. If the others craved to have some kind of fun with human beings, he despised them, and nothing could’ve made him change his mind. 

“I —” 

His stern gaze glaring back at her stopped her once again. “Did I say you could talk?” She shook her head, shrinking back into the couch and averting his gaze. “Well. And now listen clearly. You have to spend the night here, we won’t get in trouble because of you. And when the sun comes up again, you’re going back home without saying a single fucking word about what happened here tonight, got it?” 

She nodded, lips pursed together and feet nervously tapping on the ground. 

“And stop doing that,” he said, pointing at them. “You’re getting on my nerves.” 

She immediately stopped, but still felt shaken. What did she even do to him? She had all the right to be scared of them, they weren’t humans, and it wasn’t even a bad thing, it was their nature. And she knew nothing about it, she knew nothing about them. 

“And see what you have to do with her. One more scratch on her body and I’ll kill you before anybody else can,” he warned the others before disappearing somewhere, probably in another room of the cabin, she had no idea. 

“I just,” she started saying but Jeno’s lips were already on hers, again. Her hand raised in the air to try to push him away, but they soon gave up and rested against his broad chest. Pecs flexing as he moved closer to her. 

“You talk too much, that’s humans’ biggest problem,” he said after pulling away from her. “Just let things happen.” 

“I never —” 

“Shh,” Yangyang shut her up, sharp teeth grazing her neck once again. “He just told you to don’t fight it, why are you doing it?” An answer crossed her mind, but she had no time to speak that his lips were on hers. His kiss was messier than Jeno’s, it was playful, and he nibbled her lower lip a lot. When he pulled away, he was giggling lowly. “See, it wasn’t so hard to kiss me back.” 

And then another pair of lips were on hers, this time more adventurous as Jaehyun’s tongue passed her lips and when he pulled away he had her lower lip trapped between his teeth, pulling hard before letting go with a smirk. 

Johnny was next, after attentively looking at the scene in front of him he leaned down and cupped her face with his big hand. Lips so good she felt he was sucking her soul away. And at that thought she realized once again what was happening. No. She couldn’t give in. They were werewolves, and not one, but four. Four big alphas against her. And as much as curiosity pushed her closer to the danger, again, her rationality was making her realize that there was no way she was going to be able to walk back home, or worst, survive the night. 

“Hear me clearly, the night is long, so long. And as much as we would all love to have fun, I need to hear it from you. Do you want to spend the night or go to sleep?” Johnny asked, signalling the others to stop touching her with a stern glare, he needed her to be lucid right now.  

“I don’t do these things,” she gasped, shaking her head to scroll far away the dumbest part of her that wanted to give this a try. “I don’t, I never. I couldn’t take it.” 

Johnny raised a brow. “So you want to but are afraid?” He asked to make sure. 

“I do,” she replied faster than imagined, “but I don’t think it’s a wise thing. I don’t think I could take it.”

He hummed, smiling at her, “You’ve never done that, you can’t know. Why don’t we prove it?” 

She shook her head and tried to stand up, but Johnny swiftly pushed her down again. “I said, why don’t we prove it?” 

She gulped. “You’re going to… fuck,” she cursed just imagining what a night with them could’ve meant.  

“Destroy you?” Jaehyun whispered against her ear, fingers brushing the skin of her arm where the sleeve of the dress rolled up. 

She hummed lowly, slowly shaking her head. 

“Oh, no,” Jeno purred against her other ear, shifting in his place, moving closer to her. “We’ll be gentle with you, right, guys? Also, you heard Kun, even if we wanted to, we can’t even mark you too much.” 

“A shame, by the way,” Johnny added. “That’s my favourite part.” 

“Or maybe we could leave you some memories that this night happened in places where nobody looks at,” Jaehyun taunted. 

“Yeah, so when you go back, they’ll remind you, and only you, that you’re not crazy.” 

“You — you’ll let me back?” 

“Be a good girl tonight and you’ll be home before midday,” Johnny promised, reaching a hand for her to take. “But if you don’t want to, the door to your room for the night is open and you'll get home tomorrow anyway. It’s up to you.”

She hesitantly looked up at him and then shook his hand. Having no idea that was like signing a path with the devil. “I want to try and I’ll... I’ll be good.” 

“I love it when you listen,” Johnny smirked, lowering to get closer to her. “I hope you’ll be a good girl for the whole night… because it’s going to be a very long, long night,” he whispered, lips brushing against her cheek and big hand cupping the flesh of her thigh, right where Jaehyun had cut her. She closed her eyes, almost as if he was commending her, guiding her body just with his touch, or thoughts, she had no idea, and she hoped they didn’t have any special powers, that they couldn’t read her mind and see how excited she was getting over this. 

But they didn’t need to read her mind when her body was singing to them. 

“Are you going to be good for us?” Jeno asked, pushing her hair back and letting his fingers wander on her neck down to her collarbone, loosening the strings that intertwined on her chest. 

She nodded, forcing her eyes open to try to stay grounded. Somehow her head was already spinning and they had barely touched her. 

“Answer,” he ordered, forcing her to look at him by cupping her face and turning it around, not so gently anymore. 

“Y-yes, I’ll be good.” 

“Good girl,” he cooed, leaning close to her to kiss her again. And while Jeno kept her busy with his lips, she couldn’t understand much of what was going on around her; sounds of clothes meeting the ground, hands running on her legs, other lips wetting the skin of her body.

“You’re so fucking greedy, Jeno,” Jaehyun huffed, trying to break their kiss and successfully doing so when they had to part to catch their breath. 

Johnny giggled when Jeno rolled his eyes but wasted no time pushing the sleeve of her dress down. “We have all night,” he said, kneeling on the ground and forcing her legs open, eliciting a gasp from her, muffled by Jaehyun’s hungry lips. “And she’s promised she was going to take everything we have to offer, right?” 

When the man pulled away she nodded, chest already panting hardly just by the way Jeno and Yangyang’s hands cupped her boobs completely. And just now she was able to get a glimpse of how big they were and how their bodies weren’t so human-like at all, the clothes hiding their broad shoulders and defined back and abs and well… their enormous cocks. And it was just two out of four since Jeno was still dressed and Yangyang was behind her. 

“Should I take this off?” Johnny asked, already rolling up her blood-stained white dress. “Or would you rather if I tore it apart?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side, sly smirk curling his face when she yelped at his words and started shaking her head. It was so funny to see humans’ reactions every time they reminded them how strong they were. But it was even funnier to see that fear wasn’t enough to push her away. He could smell her arousal since he walked back into the room, so sweet and intoxicating. And now it was just stronger. He didn’t need to take a peek to see that her panties were drenched. 

“You don’t want me to ruin your dress? But it’s already dirty. It’s better to get rid of it, maybe we’ll give you something prettier to wear tomorrow,” he pointed out and she only moaned when Yangyang sank his teeth in the exposed flesh of her breast. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Johnny shrugged and with one swift movement tore the fabric in two. She froze at the sound of the fabric being pulled apart and at the effortlessness that it took him to do it. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t be so harsh with you,” he reassured before doing the same with her soaked panties. “Well, unless you want me to.” 

“I want to eat her out,” Yangyang’s voice rang next to her ear before Johnny could bend down on her wet core and she looked up to stare at him. He looked so out of place there, she couldn’t understand him. Something about him was too nice and that made him even scarier. And her doubts started to make more sense when he kneeled between her legs and, after spreading them apart, pulled out a long tongue and his lips twitched in a smirk. 

“Surprised?” Jaehyun asked, now taking Yangyang’s old place and torturing her neck with tickling kisses and bites. “He’s the only one that has this gift,” he snickered lowly, placing a hand on her knees to keep her in place. 

Yangyang winked at her still-shocked expression and then completely leaned in, licking a long stripe of her wet pussy. He hummed loudly and gutturally at the taste and then whispered, “So fucking good. I could smell you from there.” 

She felt her face burn and had to close her eyes due to the embarrassment, they could fucking scent her. In no way she could hide what she was feeling, she was so exposed. 

Jeno snickered against her ear and then whispered, “Don’t worry, kitten. You smell good, the sweetest cunt we ever had.” 

Her eyes widened and she was tempted to ask just how often they did that, but Yangyang’s tongue started moving on her and it left her no chance but to concentrate on it and what he was doing. 

“Wh-why do I feel like this?” She mumbled, already feeling so close. 

“Sensitive?” Johnny asked, raising a brow and she nodded, letting her head fall behind, the rest of the body frozen at their manage. 

“I told you it was a gift for you,” Jaehyun said. 

She tried hard to hold back the moans but Yangyang was too good at what he was doing. She never had many experiences in her life, but she could swear on her life she never felt so sensitive. She had no idea if it was the texture of his tongue, or the way he knew exactly how to move it on her, or the excitement that came with his big claws keeping her legs spread apart and his eyes staring at her intensely. She couldn’t look away, she was drawn to and enchanted by him. 

And the first orgasm rippled through her easily, probably didn’t even take him two minutes to make her come. 

But when she thought that at least he was over, his thick long tongue slipped past her wet walls, fucking in and out of her while the tip curled inside perfectly. 

She let her head hang back, mind going hazy with every passing second and she almost didn’t even register the mocking laughs of the others. 

“Is it too much, kitten?” Jeno asked, and she could barely feel his fingers playing with her hard nipples; mind completely focused on Yangyang. “You promised, remember?” 

She nodded, mouth falling open to let out loud and lewd moans when the tongue speed got incredibly fast. 

“This is just the start, pretty girl,” Johnny added, staring at the scene while licking his lips. It was always funny to see how easily they fell apart into Yangyang’s little tricks, well, when nature gives you a gift, it would be a shame not to use it for others. “You have to let him stretch you good if you don’t want it to hurt later.” 

She gulped, remembering once again that the night had just started and there was no way on earth her body could take them. 

Yangyang wanted to praise her for how good she felt, pussy clenching hard around his wet muscle and sweet juices dripping down his chin, but he had no intention of pulling out of her. He surely had aphrodisiac saliva, but she was just as addictive. 

“He’s good, isn’t he?” She heard Jaehyun say, hand wrapping around her neck and claws grazing her neck, enough to make her snap her eyes open but not enough to cut. He didn’t want to make her bleed, not again. 

“Y-yes,” she breathed out with a string of voice. “ ‘s so good.” And her words made Yangyang twirl his tongue in a way that sent her over the edge again. She felt boneless and yet, somehow, needy for more. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. And a new strange confidence wanted her to prove she could take them. 

Yet, when Yangyang was done with her, she was so lost in the pleasure that she didn’t even realize Kun was leaning against the doorframe and was staring at the scene. He had tried to ignore her, but fuck, her moans sounded like a haunting melody. And when he came out of his room and saw her there, legs spread on the couch with Yangyang’s head between them, eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth open, he knew he just couldn’t go back inside as if nothing happened. As if a stupid human being didn’t just get him rock hard. 

“A little bit unfair to let him go first, don’t you think so?” 

Johnny chuckled. “She didn’t need him to loosen up, she promised she’ll be good, right pretty girl?” 

She mindlessly nodded, with no strength to even pay attention to the fact that now also Kun was in the room. 

“You like easy games,” he replied, moving a big furred armchair closer to the couch to stare at the scene. He wasn’t going to take part in it, but he wanted to watch her fall apart. 

Johnny snickered and then walked close to her as Yangyang got up and moved to her face to kiss her; a wet and sloppy kiss, before winking at her and walking away to sit in front of her. 

“Now, are you ready for the big thing, pretty?” 

Her eyes darted up to meet Johnny’s gaze, an oddly reassuring small smile plastered on his face. “Want more,” she replied, brain completely shut down she knew she couldn’t put together more words even if she wanted to. Her mouth was almost watering at the sight of his big cock, pulsing and veiny. 

“I want her first,” Jeno said before swiftly getting up and getting rid of his clothes too. Her eyes wandered on his body and she felt more wetness pool down her thighs, immediately closing them, but Johnny pushed them open again. 

“No, no, pretty girl, let him see how badly you want him.” 

Jeno smirked, before reaching her. “Can I be the first?” He asked, somehow managing to hide the urge behind his voice. He needed to fuck her. He just couldn’t take it any longer. 

As soon as she nodded Jeno grabbed her and tossed her against the couch seats, body trapped underneath his, legs pushed up, close to her chest, a feeble pain on her right thigh where the cuts still hurt a little. 

She held her breath when Jeno’s tip brushed against her slit, smearing her cum and his pre-cum and slowly trying to make its way in. It was big, bigger than anything else she had ever taken before, and she couldn’t find any rational way how was going to fit. But he was going to make it fit. 

Jeno was tempted to just go all the way in and make her take it, but he truly wanted to have fun with her. He wanted to watch his cock stretch her open, thick girth slipping further into her wet cunt desperately trying to fit him all in. Walls opening up to welcome him because she needed him. 

Jeno’s gaze drifted from their bodies to her face, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gritted as she tried to fight the pressure he was putting her under. But even like this, with some sweat pearling her forehead and tears starting to stream down her face again, she looked absolutely breathtaking. The prettiest human he had ever seen. 

“Big,” she mouthed, voice barely coming out. 

“I know, kitten. I know,” he cooed, brushing her hair out of her face and finally bottoming inside of her completely. “But you can take it. You’ll be so fucking full once we’re done with you.” 

She mumbled something incoherent and Jeno started thrusting into her, not waiting any longer for her to get used to him. Because no matter how much he tried, he was a monster for fuck’s sake, he couldn’t control himself. And he was used to omegas being made for this, not humans, so full of themselves and yet so fragile. 

Yet, after the first discomfort, she started relaxing and her moans got loud again. Probably it was whatever Yangyang put on her while going down before, or maybe it simply was the way Jeno was thrusting into her. Big cock hitting her hard and right, bulge already visible in her tummy. 

Oh, it felt like he was going to split her in half but somehow, the more he fucked into her, the better it got. 

“It’s good, right, kitten? You like that? Big cock stretching you open.” 

“Y-yes,” she moaned, whole body being yanked back and forth with his every move. 

“Fuck, you’re sucking me inside,” he groaned, feeling her getting tighter with every stroke. “Want more? Want it harder?” 

She didn’t answer, mind too far gone to formulate a sentence, but moaned and when her hips rolled up so gracefully to meet him halfway, Jeno lost it, the animal inside him took over. One hand grabbed her wrists pushing them over her head, pinning her down onto the couch, and the other wrapped around her waist and held her down. Sharp nails grazing the soft flesh not caring if he was going to leave a scar. He wanted to make it clear he had been there anyway. He wanted to haunt her following nights, his hands, mouth, cock, and voice the only things she could think about. 

“Please… please, fuck,” she mewled, uselessly trying to struggle underneath him as the pleasure became overwhelming. She felt so weak in his arm, broad body caging her, shielding her from other hungry eyes that wanted to watch but could only hear, the sound of their skin slapping together, the lewd sounds of her wetness squelching every time he penetrated her, her pretty moans and his grunts. 

Jeno was possessive, he didn’t like to share, he wanted to own. And he needed to make sure she was going to remember him and be already completely gone when she was going to be passed to the others. 

“Scream my name, kitten,” he whispered against her ear, teeth nibbling at her lobe making her clench hard. “Let them know who’s making you feel good.” 

She opened her mouth to talk but getting a word out was harder than expected. “You, fuck, you’re so good, Jeno,” she forced the words past her lips, and felt him smirk against her skin. 

“Again, kitten,” he ordered, sharp fangs grazing the flesh of her boobs. “Louder.” 

“Je-jeno,” she moaned, digging her nail in the palm of her hands, trying to buck her hips and find the release but he kept her still in place. 

“I’m not letting you go. Stay there,” he growled with a harder thrust that made her yelp. He was hitting places she had no idea she had and if a part of her wondered how it wasn’t painful and how she wasn’t already split in half, the other just took it and whimpered at his mercy.  

“Jeno, please, please.” 

“Gonna take my knot, kitten?” 

“Don’t knot her up,” before she could answer, Kun chimed in. There was no way she could’ve taken a knot already, and strangely enough, he was enjoying the show. He didn’t want this to stop or see her pass out, not so soon at least. 

Jeno groaned in anger and then threw his head back. But he ignored the comment and leaned down again to kiss her messily, hands holding her so tight he surely left marks around the wrists and waist. If he couldn’t knot her, he was going to make sure to leave his sign in some other way. 

“Jeno, ple-please,” she mumbled, slightly parting her eyes to look at the alpha on top of her, big luminous yellow eyes staring at her. “Need you.” 

He smirked, “Need my cum? Need to be filled to the brim?” 

She nodded, tears spilling down her face as she could feel the knot in her stomach get incredibly tight, she was so close and it felt so intense she was sure she never felt something like this before, and she wasn’t so sure she could take it. 

“Then take it, kitten. You’ve been so good,” he growled, knowing he just couldn’t last longer. Pussy too good, sucking his big dick inside. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, voice low and thrusts getting even harder as the orgasm pierced through the both of them together. 

She screamed when the pleasure washed over her, so strong she felt close to passing out and completely powerless while Jeno kept thrusting into her to ride their orgasms and make sure all of his cum was deep into her womb. 

He sighed, pulling out when he could feel his knot start to grow. How badly he just wanted to grow even more inside of her and stick all the cum inside but he knew better than to disobey Kun. 

So as he got up, after kissing her one last time, huffing and trying to catch his breath, she laid there, panting heavily and feeling every muscle in her body ache. 

But she had no time to try to gain sanity that Jaehyun was already on top of her. 

“Hi, darling,” he purred, pushing back her sweat-soaked hair and caressing her burning wet cheeks. “He made you cry? Was it so good?” 

She nodded, barely registering what he was saying. Already feeling her body beg for help. She might’ve miscalculated how hard it was going to be to take them all. 

“Oh, poor human. You look so pretty like this, though.” He caressed her face and then swiftly turned her around, face smashed against the couch and ass up in the air in full display. He pulled her cheeks apart, white cum spilling in a blob from her swollen cunt. “So, so pretty.” 

Her watery eyes were barely open and stared at her right, where the others were staring at the scene. Her eyes swiftly drifted up to Kun, he was the only one still fully clothed and he seemed to be so unaffected by the scene and she almost wanted to talk to him, to beg him to look at her like the others were. But she couldn’t read him, and before she could dwell too much on it, Jaehyun’s fat tip pressed against her entrance. Unlike Jeno, he didn’t hesitate to push past and immediately bottom in, stretch so good she let her mouth hang open and her nails dig in the fabric under her. 

“So fucking tight, fuck,” he moaned through gritted teeth, hands placing around her waist to support her limp body up. 

His thrusts were fast even though she could feel him go completely out before slamming back inside. Her brain went dizzy with every animalistic sound he let out and the other grunts that filled the room. She felt drool slip out of her mouth but she couldn’t care much about the mess she was making when it felt just too good. 

“Fuck, ‘s so good,” she slurred, toes curling when his claws pressed against the skin of her waist and his body kept slamming against hers. 

“Pathetic thing,” Kun mocked, wetting his lips as he watched how well she was taking so much. “You’re taking it a little too well for somebody that has never done this before.” 

His stern and cold tone made her squirm under Jaehyun that was still restlessly moving into her. 

“Maybe you humans are good at something,” he snickered, unzipping his pants, fat cock finally being freed, throbbing hard and leaking cum at the sight in front of him. She moaned at the sight and the smirk that bloomed on Kun’s face made her face burn up.

“Do you want this?” He asked, big hand wrapping around his length. “Want this cock?” 

She nodded shamelessly, half face still smashed against the couch and mouth drooling at the view and pleasure.  

“How shameless,” Kun scoffed. “All these cocks, and you still want one more, still want mine.” 

She mewled something, a whine, or a beg, she didn’t even know what she wanted, she just knew that she wanted more, whatever they could give her. 

“Trust me, you wouldn’t be able to take it,” he simply replied, lazily pumping himself, watching her wasted state. 

She wanted to complain again, but Jaehyun’s groan and slap on her ass cheek made her pay attention to him once again. 

“How disrespectful,” Jaehyun said, “I’m fucking you so good and you focus on somebody else. He was so mean to you, why do you want him?” 

She mumbled a senseless reply and the werewolf pounding into her slapped her ass again. 

“You like it when they’re mean with you? Is this how you let the other boys in town treat you?” 

She shook her head rapidly, sobs coming out louder. 

“Oh no, I think you want it hard. Want to be pushed to the limit?” 

“Don’t do anything dumb, Jae,” Johnny warned this time. “We still have to fuck her and if you make her pass out I promise you won’t see the light of the day.” 

Jaehyun huffed and rolled his eyes before grabbing her hair and pulling her behind, back arching up and hands planting on the couch to stand up. “Don’t worry, she won’t break.” He leaned closer to her and then whispered, “You won’t because you promised you were going to take it and I don’t like being let down, got it?” He almost growled in her ear, pussy clenching harder around him and cum dripping out more. 

“Y-yes, ‘ll be good… pro-promise,” she mewled, but wasn’t expecting what came after. Jaehyun chuckled and then pulled out of her, but before she could whine at the loss, he grabbed her again and lifted her from the couch. Standing in the middle of the living room he effortlessly eased her on his cock and after quickly smirking at her, he started fucking her up and down, hands wrapped around her fragile frame to hold her up and make her bounce on his dick. 

“Fuck,” she cried, feeling him so deep into her belly in this new position that he was taking her breath away. 

“You like that, don’t you? Them silly humans can’t fuck you like this. Pick you up and turn you around however they want to.” 

“N-no,” she replied weakly, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders, suddenly realizing even more how small she was compared to him, well, them. She let her head fall behind as he kept moving her up and down his dick, feeling him so deep inside she felt like she was going to be broken in two. 

“Look at me,” he ordered, hand cupping her chin and forcing her face to stay straight and stare into his yellow-brown eyes. The way he was staring at her tempted her to roll her eyes back and moan louder but she didn’t, she knew better than disobeying him, he didn’t like it, she had to be good. So instead her nails dug into his broad back, not even making him flinch, doing nothing compared to what he had done to her before. 

“Please,” she moaned, feeling like she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to come again, she needed to feel another load inside. 

A snarl ripped through his throat when she squeezed incredibly tight and he could only still inside of her, balls deep stuck in her as he released while holding her up, feeling her walls pulse around him. Pulling out before he could knot her almost felt like a fucking punishment for how good she felt. 

Her legs gave up from wrapping around him and he held her up on his shoulder, limp like a ragdoll, cum spilling down on her thighs, legs and to the floor. 

“Who wants her?” 

“Me,” Yangyang said, signalling him to let her sit on his lap. 

“Twice?” 

“I didn’t fuck her, please,” he whined, glaring at the older alpha. Jaehyun grinned at his desperation and then turned her around, left one last kiss on her lips and then sat her down on Yangyang’s lap. 

“Finally,” the younger moaned. “Hi,” he said, moving his hand to her ass. “Have you ever been fucked here?” He asked, fingers playing with her sensitive rim. 

She shook her head, whispering a broken ‘no’ and squeezing her eyes when his fingers pushed past her rim after collecting a lot of cum that spilled between her legs. 

“Well, guess it’s going to be a first time, then,” he winked, successfully inserting two fingers inside. 

“You’re big,” she whined at the intrusion. “You’ll hurt me.” 

“No, if you relax and listen to me.” 

“But I —” 

“You’ve been listening to them all night so you will listen to me, too, right, pup?” 

“Pup,” Kun snickered, scratching his chin as he looked away for a moment to avoid her eyes that immediately snapped toward him as soon as he spoke. 

Why was she so damn attracted to him? Why was she craving his attention when she had four other wolves on her? 

And it was clear they weren’t enjoying the way it took him nothing to have her attention. In fact, in a second Yangyang’s tongue was tapping against her lips, and his free hand forced her head to turn around again. If he had to play dirty, he was going to do it right. And it took nothing for her to fall apart, muddy at his mercy as he kept kissing her and swiftly pulled out his fingers to replace them with his dick. 

She almost didn’t even notice, or well, didn’t feel the pain she was expecting to feel. But why was it so easy with him? Why Yangyang always felt so good, almost unrealistically good? 

As much as she wanted to know, she couldn’t care to think about it, not now. Pleasure overflowing as the alpha didn’t stop kissing her and started thrusting up into her. 

“Do you like it, kitten?” He asked, staring at her face; eyes closed, mouth open and tears streaming down her cheeks. 

She nodded swiftly, not able to let out any word. She could feel him in all her body, everywhere. It was like he was owning her completely, mind totally clouded by pleasure. 

“Fuck, ‘f course you do,” he groaned, nails digging into her skin as he tried so fucking hard to don’t let his claws come out and sink into her skin. “Are you sure you’ve never been fucked here? You’re taking me so well.” 

She shook her head, biting her lower lip to suppress the pathetic moans from leaving her mouth so shamelessly. 

“Pft, can’t even say a word.” Kun’s voice grabbed her attention once again, head snapping toward him, and eyes looking at him. 

Yangyang growled, “Stop getting in the way,” he glared down at the older werewolf. “If you think you can do better just fuck her yourself.” 

Kun grinned, wetting his lower lip and whispered, “Maybe.” 

But before his word could be registered, Yangyang was once again forcing her to kiss him. Tongue twirling around hers and reaching the back of her throat making her gag, without stopping fucking into her. 

Her hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as she tried to keep herself steady when his speed became incredibly fast and she felt like she could pass out. It was too much. Muscles aching, mind gone, throat dry from all the moans that slipped out of her. 

“Please,” she breathed out with a string of voice, trying to keep her eyes open and look at the creature in front of her. Feeling the familiar sensation in the pit of her stomach once again.  

And her pleading eyes and wasted expression were what he needed to let go, “Fuck — I’m gonna come,” the alpha under her warned before realising into her and making her come too. 

“Fuck,” Yangyang moaned, rolling his head back, slowing his thrusts, still holding her from the waist. 

She collapsed on top of him, trying to steady her breath but soon after, somebody was lifting her up. She whined but was shushed immediately. 

“Shh, kitten, let me have some fun, too,” Johnny whispered against her ear before laying her down on the couch once again. “I was the one that saved you after all,” he smirked, moving her hair out of her face, gently caressing her wet cheek. 

“I can’t,” she wept. 

“Oh, you can, pretty girl,” he cooed, sitting on the couch. “Come here, on your knees in front of me.” 

Her eyes drifted around the room before she hardly moved her body right where he wanted her. Her toes curled when she looked up and Johnny was looking down at her. He was big and she felt so small, even more now that she felt like a boneless being. 

“It would be a shame don’t use that pretty mouth of yours.” 

Her eyes widened… he didn’t want to… 

“What? Scared? Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before?” He teased, wrapping his hand around his cock to pump it slowly, precum rolling down his thick length. 

“Don’t make us think it was a night full of first times,” Jeno chimed in, walking closer to them because he wanted to watch her. It was always fun seeing them trying to do their best to take Johnny in and, most of the time, fail. 

She gulped, briefly looking at him and then going back at Johnny’s cock. Well, it was a night full of first. And it was a night nobody was going to hear about. She disobeyed running into the woods, and then fucked with the very creatures that terrified her people, she surely wasn’t going to let out a single word about this. 

Her attention was brought back there when Johnny tapped against her lips and she could only open her mouth and try to take it. But she could already feel the corner of her mouth burn at the size of his tip. 

“Shh, kitten, you’re doing great, see,” he purred, slowly entering her mouth. “Keep your eyes on me.” 

She did as told, even if the smirk on the other’s faces that now surrounded her made her frown. He wasn’t going to be gentle, right? 

And as expected, the gentleness lasted just until his cock reached the back of her throat, and then his hands were in her hair and he got up, mercilessly fucking into her mouth. 

Her whines were completely muffled by his strong strokes and the tears falling swiftly on her face didn’t stop him at all. Instead, the sight made him groan louder and tighten the hold on her hair. 

“You’re doing good,” he praised, voice soft and caring, keen contrast between his moves. “Relax, kitten.” 

She tried to, jaw slacking as she welcomed him in. 

But then something happened, an exchange of gazes, and whispered things she couldn’t hear behind the sound of her gagging and spitting around his cock. Johnny pulled out, making her gasp and then swiftly yanked her up, making her sit on the couch on her knees, face staring at the backrest where Johnny was standing behind. 

“What are you —” She had no time to finish that another pair of hands were on her. She turned around and Kun was standing behind her, now completely naked too. 

“Kun?” 

“Shut up,” he ordered, cupping her chin and forcing her against his chest. “I don’t want to hear any complaints from you, got it? Can you be good and take it?” 

She hummed swiftly in his hold and he squeezed harder around her face. “And answer me, I don’t like dumb bitches unlike them.” 

“Y-yes, alpha,” she mumbled, feeling excitement and fear creep together. She was smashed between the two biggest werewolves and none of the two seemed to have a little bit of mercy in their bones. 

“See,” he said, talking to the other three that were staring at the scene with their hands wrapped at the base of their cocks. “You can make her talk if you know how.” 

They rolled their eyes but didn’t say a word and before she could realize it, Johnny was again prodding at her lips, dick easily sliding into her warm mouth. 

“Look at the fucking mess you made,” Kun mocked, collecting the cum that dripped, and was still dripping, on her legs. 

She let out a strangled cry when he pushed two fingers into her and then pulled out, making more cum drool. 

“Is this what you do in your small town? Let boys take turns with you? Fill you up as if that’s your only purpose in life?” 

She shook her head for what she could, considering the way Johnny kept moving into her mouth. 

“No?” Kun scoffed, shaking his head, hands still running over the soft flesh of her ass. “Because humans are not enough, right? You ran all the way here because you wanted this. Ignoring the rules because you wanted to be fucked by monsters.” 

She cried a ‘no’ when the other alpha pulled out of her mouth, spit and cum dripping down her chin. 

“No? You humans are so reckless. Think we’re the only creatures in the wood? You were so lucky you found us.” 

She had no time to reply that she was getting filled by both ends. Kun’s cock filling her in one single stroke making her silently cry out around Johnny, hole burning up at the nth penetration of the night, bulging veins rubbing her walls and tip reaching her cervix. 

“Always want so much, you need to be adventurous, brave, but you’re just dumb,” he laughed against her ear. “And since you wanted this so badly, let’s see if you can take it. If you can take the real thing.” There was a reason if he avoided fucking with humans, his seeping hatred not giving them a way out, and as much as he hated them, he usually was also kind enough to keep his distance, but with her, it felt nearly impossible. No hesitation crying and moaning that she could take it all, only to be proven wrong at the first orgasm. 

She closed her eyes and fought against everything to don’t bite down on Johnny as Kun started thrusting into her at an inhuman speed. She could feel her lungs burn, trying to let out sounds that were locked in by Johnny’s size. Kun was bigger than the others and all of a sudden she regretted how badly she wanted him before, because no matter how good it felt, she knew she was going to fail to take him, there was just no way she could last longer. 

“Are you crying?” He cooed with a mocking tone, wiping the tears that were spilling fast from her eyes. “Afraid you’re going to break? Not so sure you can do this anymore, right? Always so good at throwing the rock and then hiding the hand.” 

She wanted to bite back, tell him she could take it, but she wasn’t so sure anymore as she felt her body get weaker with every passing second. Maybe it was the flow of hair getting restricted by Johnny, or the way Kun was pounding into her, or the five — if she remembered correctly — orgasms she had before, or the way she could feel the other three bore holes into her skin and the slick sounds of their hands on themselves. 

When Johnny pulled out to let her breathe, she coughed and looked back at Kun. “I’m close,” she whispered, shivering when his eyes looked up at her, drifting from where their bodies met. 

“Again? Pathetic little thing. I barely touched you.” 

She whined again, letting her face fall against the backrest but Johnny’s hand forced her up again. 

“Come on, pretty, keep sucking me,” he ordered, but this time he didn’t start moving, he simply let her do all the job. Her cheeks hollowed around his length and her eyes tried to stay open to look at him. But trying to suck him properly was hard when she felt like she had zero control over her body and when another alpha twice her size was railing her with no mercy. 

“Make me come and I’ll leave you all alone with him — fuck,” Johnny groaned when her tongue licked his slit. “Do you want to be left with Kun?” 

She shook her head, and felt her heart skip a beat at the thought. He hated her. 

Another one scoffed, probably Jaehyun and then said, “Now you don’t want him? Acting as if you didn’t keep begging for him while we were fucking you.” 

She looked at him, an apologetic look on her face and then felt another orgasm rip through her. Long and exhausting since the werewolf behind her never slowed down. Probably she even came twice in a row but she had no idea. 

“So pretty for us,” Johnny praised, cupping her chin and starting to pick up a rhythm again. He needed to come and get this shit done, he had been on the edge for the whole night. And so his hand quickly moved down and wrapped around her throat making her almost gasp when he closed it around it and she felt the air completely block out. 

“Shh, just like this,” he moaned, rolling his head back and then looking back at her, and her eyes full of fear were the last thing he needed to send him over the edge. His cum spilled down her throat and her chin and boobs as she coughed trying to breathe again. “So, so good, kitten,” he purred, kneeling to her level and wiping the mess on her lips before kissing her. 

“Good? Coming like this, like a pathetic little thing, and you think she’s good,” Kun mocked, slapping her ass cheek, pussy clenching around him harder. 

“I’ve been good,” she cried and he yanked her by her hair and said. “did I say you could fucking talk? Especially talk back to me?” 

She shook her head and mumbled, “no, no, alpha.” 

“Then keep your mouth closed and don’t you dare test me.” 

She nodded and rolled her head back on his shoulder as he didn’t let her go, but kept her body up against him. Cock slamming into her perfectly, sending her close to the edge once again. 

“Please,” she cried out, feeling her stomach curl and her thighs shake. 

Kun smirked. “Hold it in, human. Don’t you dare come.” 

Her eyes snapped open, and she slightly turned around to look at him. She wanted to retort but he had warned her and at this point, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to take any kind of punishment. So she kept staring at him, trying to distract herself from the pleasure, trying to look for any sign of flaw on his beautiful face and she couldn’t help but wonder how could a monster be so fucking attractive. When her eyes fell on his lips they curled into a smirk. 

“Want me to kiss you like they did?” He mocked harshly, bringing her back to reality. “Want me to praise you? Uh? Maybe you should fuck with humans like you if you want sweet things. Remember what I am, princess.” 

She let out an angry moan and then gasped when his hand wrapped around her throat and his claws crazed her skin. Her heart jumped in her throat but a loud laugh rolled out of his mouth when her walls tightened around him. 

“You like this more than you want to show, human.” 

“Don’t — don’t call me that,” she mewled, and his claws dug enough to make some blood spill out of her. 

“That’s what you are, that’s your nature. Human, fragile, nature,” he growled. “You know how easily I could kill you right now?” 

She felt blood freeze in her vein. She knew it damn well. Had been aware of the fact the whole night, but none of the others seemed capable of actually doing something to her. Him, on the other hand…

“You — you won’t,” she cried, hating her body for the pleasure she was feeling with every single one of his thrusts even right now that he was playing with the thin string of her life. 

“No, you’re right, I won’t,” he whispered against her ear. “But I could, and I want you to always keep in mind how inferior you humans are. Got it?” 

“Y-yes, alpha.” 

“Good,” he smiled, licking a stripe on her neck. “Can you take my knot?” He asked and her eyes snapped open again. 

“I – I,” she stuttered.

“My bad,” he added and for a moment she thought he realized how impossible that was. “You will take my knot like a good brainless human and then tomorrow we’ll bring you back and you won’t say a single word about tonight, got it?” 

She nodded and mumbled a faint yes, by now not even caring anymore. She needed to come. And a dark side of her brain craved to be knotted up by him. They had already pushed her way past her limits, so how hard could that be? 

“Good, then take it,” he groaned, letting go of her neck but still holding her close. Orgasm exploding for the both of them, but this time he didn’t pull out like the others did shortly after they came, he stayed there, balls deep into her, letting his knot grow. 

Her body fell limp forward when he started growing and the stretch felt unbearable to take. But Kun held her by her waist as his head laid against her shoulder and low grunts left his lips. “Fuck — so fucking good,” he whispered, lazily moving his hips in circles pressed against her ass to make sure every drop of his seed was inside of her. 

And if it wasn’t for his body covering her, some cum of the others would’ve landed on her tired-out body. 

They stayed there for what felt like hours to her but when he pulled out, she had no more strength to say or do anything, body aching, holes gaping, chest panting and eyes dried out of all the tears.  

She could feel arms lift her up, what she imagined to be a wet cloth pass between her legs and on her body, maybe even some faded praises but she was too far gone to be aware of what was going on around her. 

“She’s nice, you can’t lie,” Johnny chuckled, staring at her sleeping figure on his bed. The others went to their rooms and they were left alone with her, a big white shirt covering her sore body as she slept peacefully curled up on herself.  

Kun rolled his eyes, running a hand in his hair, and swiftly looked at her, thinking of before, how easy it had been to ease her into that, how naïve she truly was. A smirk curled up his lips, “Maybe we should keep her.” 

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