part 1
cast: heeseung â fem.reader (ft. the peeps, enhypen, and other idols)
synopsis: when you told your long-term rival and latest hook-up, heeseung, that you are pregnant with his child; you didn't expect said topic to be involved in your rivalry!
genre:Â romantic comedy, slice of life, coming-of-age, slow burn, drama, rivals since childhood to [redacted], college/university au, pregnancy au, future parents au, fluff, angst, mature content (explicit smut)
word count: 24198 (24.2k) out of 58k
warning(s): pregnancy (what did you expect?), so many curse words!, description of explicit sex (in a flashback sense), rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, manhandling, vomiting, mention of drugs (marijuana, alcohol), mention of blood, dark humor (if there is something that i forgot, let me know)
message of the moon: remember that this story is fiction and do be careful and read the warnings at the top. all the idols mentioned here are not what they are in real life.
first fic of 2024! i've ideated this since like 2022 and it's here what the heck!! this is part 1 of 2 of a 57k-58k word count one-shot (yes, this is supposed to be a one-shot) but tumblr hates me so i have to divide it into two. thanks for the 200+ notes on the teaser/character intro and i hope you enjoy it!
soundtrack (spoilers for part 2!) | part 2 coming next week (you wanna be tagged?)
prologue: a town called valentine
it was valentine 2002 when you and heeseung first met. well, if you consider babies who canât even talk to each other will know of each other. you have to thank both of your moms for thatâgetting pregnant around the same time and giving birth in the same year as well.
but the earliestâvividâmemory you have of him was on valentine 2005. you hid behind your mamaâs leg as she talked with someone: another adult. you glance around the outside space youâre in, the plants and pathway unknown to you as mama can see your eyes wander with your tiny mouth agape when you look past the other adult to recognize the widening door right beside them. you heard your mother giggling with the other person as they converse about something your 4-year-old mind wouldnât be able to understand.
â(y/n) sweetie! say hi to auntie.â your mama caresses your hair with her hand as she guides you to stand beside her, her hands moving behind your small set of shoulders before you. the small hands reached for one of hers, holding it tight as you stood beside her.
âhelloâŚâ you looked up to meet a beautiful woman. her eyes are wide as they remind you of the mother deer you last saw when you watched bambi with mama and papa. and you can feel a ticklish feeling inside you as you watch her eyes smiling softly at you. as she smiles at you softly.
âhello (y/n)! youâve grown so much since i last met you.â her hands give a wave, making you raise your hand up as you mirror her while you pick up your mamaâs chuckle. the lady moves back, extending her arm as you see a clean hallway full of photos on one side and a cabinet full of shoes on the other. some of them looking similar to your own shoe size.
âplease come inside. iâve set the toys so she can play with them if she wants.â the ladyâwell, auntieâsaid as your mama guided you inside with her trailing behind. sitting on the hidden seating area by the cabinet, she helps you take off your shoes before opening her hands to let you hold them. she lets you walk in front as both of you enter a big room with a sofa in front of a television. as per told by mama every time you enter someoneâs home: sit down beside mama or papa as you waited for the homeowner to guide you next. the back of the sofa is too tall for your height now and you let your hand graze against the side of the soft sofa when you encounter a large mat laid in between the sofa and the screen.
your brain tingles when you find a few toys you can nameâlike the ones you own back homeâwhile a few of them you donât recognize at all. eyes on the toys, you throw away whatever your mama has told you and tug her hand to let her know the existence of them. looking up, she looks down at you, glance at the pile of toys left behind, and gives nods, making you grin as you both sit on the playmat. your eyes immediately look at blocks stacked shaping like a house; its triangle roof, square walls, four windows, and door makes you easily imagine it. you crawl towards it and the box beside it, finding the other blocks left behind as you pull some of them out to make your own little house. as you slowly stack up the blocksâhearing the sound of wood tapping against each otherâyou heard the sound of giggling coming from behind the sofa.
âsorry, he just finished taking a bath.â auntie said to your mom who was behind you, walking closer to the sofa as you turned your head to face her. thatâs when you see another person walking into the room with a small pitter-patter heard behind them. the steps are getting louder and louder as you see a small figure enter the room, walking towards the person laughing. the person wipes his face with his small hand before pausing, turning his head to you.
âhi heeseung!â you heard your mama say as the boyâs laugh slows down and he looks at you and your mama. auntie, who now looks more like the bigger version of the boy, steps in to help him move and sit down beside you. you see him crouch down as you can see his face clearer. yet, his eyes wander on the house made of blocksâhis houseâand the house youâre making; wider by one block than his.
âthatâs (y/n). you were too young to remember but auntie and i always bring you two to playdates since youâre not even one year old. sheâs the same age as you.â you heard auntie say as you felt your mama help you to scoot closer. his hand reaches for the box of blocks as you place the final block on your house while heâs pulling out more blocks. you look at the boyâs action as you feel mama, with her larger hand, holding onto your smaller one. your palm is now open as you see heeseung was told to do the same by his mom, putting away the blocks on the mat. your hands meet each other as you say your name. mama helps in closing your fingers, wrapping your hand in his as he follows.
âmy name is (y/n).â the boyâs hand also uses the same force when you shake it. both women let go of their childrenâs hands as both of your little hands are floating, connected, and shaking. your eyes meet his as he looks back at the two houses made of blocks.
âmy name is heeseung.â he smiles.
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1. stay soft, silly
the way the corner of his mouth twitches makes you think outside of the plan you are executing now, nearly done in telling him what he needs to know.
your hands rested on top of your stomach, feeling a little bulge that was not there a month ago. his ice americano contrasts with your hot jasmine tea as you sit across from each other. years upon years of history went on pause for this moment. for a truce that you are proposing.
âand theyâre mine?â heeseung sounded. your eyebrows folded, looking down at the swollen part beneath your stomach as you pouted your lips, holding back your giggling as you glanced back at him.
âi havenât had sex with anyone this past month besides you. so, yeah. the baby is yours.â
itâs funny, you see. with the amount of carefulness you and your friends have taught you of the college hook-up culture you got roped into, you never expected to hook up with your rival. yet tension does what tension does, and it snaps as you both stumbled to kiss each other.
when it comes to your ârelationshipâ with heeseung, the closest to a positive one was when you were in kindergarten, as youâve known him before by the amount of playdates both of your mothers set up.
little did they know that one time at a playground during one of those playdates, you were left alone to play with your sandcastles as heeseung ventured to play with the other boys, running around the sandpit playing tag and how you see the familiar little jeans pants walks in front of you, knocking the castle down and flying the specks of sand to your face with your slower reaction speedâbecause of your younger ageânot making you close your eyelids quicker. your eyes watering as you wail out, getting the attention of your mama but not the jean-wearing boyâs attention as you hear his mom telling him to stop. apologizing is simple for your younger self, just a plain âsorryâ is okay. but when lee heeseungâwho you consider your friend at that timeâsaid âsorryâ with a grin on his face, you caught onto the impression that he was not sorry at all.
at age 7, you came back from the cafeteria to your class to find heeseung and his gang of boys pulling on a girlâs hair, the familiar sadness showing on her face as you caught her eyes. youâve known that theyâve played âdirtyâ and have been teasing other girls in your class beforeâjust not you, which is strange in itself. with a tense set of hands, you push the boys away with your might and stand in between them, helping the girl who cowers behind you. you look down to watch heeseung on the floor, teeth showing and face crunched as he sees the scratch from when you pushed him near his elbow.
âwhat was that for?â
âto stop you. she doesnât like it.â
one of his boys helps to pick him up on his feet as you can see him limping. your arms still wide as you protect the girl as best as you can. he pushes his sweaty bangs off his face as you can define the same gaze he had given you when you were 5 at the playground, now fiery. and you exude the same thing with your glare as you see the other boys helping carry him out to the nurse's office, his eyes staying on yours as you feel the girlâs hand holding you back from not walking after him again.
stickers become score markers as you and he tried to compete to get the most out of them, which comes with being nice and clever during classes. you were 10 when you had the same class as him once again, having to compete to be the quickest when raising your hands. but also the lowly giggles you give each other as you both realize just how wrong each otherâs answers that comes with the teasing annoyance. it also comes in gym class as the teacher divided you up into different teams during team gamesâbasketball being the most competitive as you are familiar with it. heeseung doesnât hesitate to run towards you if you have a ball and try to dribble it across the court, pulling it as you try to pass it to your teammate, resulting in a tug-of-war where you both just donât want to let it go. even with the whistling from the teacher as one teammate gets a hold of it to continue the game, you instead continue to have a screaming match with him.
it continues through middle school as you remember him not hesitating with his power to slam his dodgeball at your stomach during another gym class, making you curl up on the floor as your friends help you to the nurse's office, hearing him screaming âthatâs what you get from stealing my lunchâ as you remembered the taste of the chocolate bread you pick up from his tray yesterday. at high school as you and him argue in front of the vice principal about each of your clubâs fundings, him with his basketball club who is already so successful with their winnings money that they canât seem to let go to help other clubs who are staying afloat. even with your school having pride in the basketball team and other sports club achievementsâmaking it a staple for the students to watch at least one game during their high school years. you never went to one as you rather babysit your neighborâs kid for money than watch heeseungâs smug smile as he won another mvp trophy for that tournament.
when college came and you got into hybe uni as a business major, you didnât expect to see heeseung on campus. youâve known that since he focuses more on basketball in middle school, you are winning when it comes to academics. but when his smirking face tells you he got into hybe with a full scholarship because of basketball, your heart plummets into the fathoms. you were glad that heâs not in the same faculty as you, but the college environment is so small that your acquaintances recognize each other. you canât seem to stay away from him who still has his smart for balancing his gpa and non-academic activities.
so when your lips met his own as you sobered up after having the party busted by the police, your mind is telling you to out-better him in lust and pleasure.
âwho can make each other cum the most? never thought of you as that filthy, (l/n)â
the grip of his hair on your hand tightens as he trails his own to get a grip of yours. both of your heads now straight as you canât look away from each other even if you want to.
âi take that youâre saying that because you donât know how to make girls cum with your dick, lee.â you chuckled. heeseungâs gaze is still meeting yours as he pushes your head forward, making your forehead touch his as he mumbles something only you can hear.
âi know i can make you cum on my dick just by the way youâre clenching your thighs, baby. how do we tally the score?â
âstart a kiss on the lips when you know you canât hold back?â
âdeal.â
âby the way, who won?â heeseung asked, leaning his body forward on the table as you peer down at his position from you, holding yourself as you stretch your back to help with the pain.
âhow many times did you cum? and donât fucking lie.â
heeseungâs bed is rocking beneath you as he folds you up in half, your knees on either side of you as he pounds into you. gasps fall out of your mouth as you pull on his hair, something you realize he likes after the amount of groan coming out of him from when you tug him. praises come out of your mouth as you try every method you can to turn him on first; to make him cum first. but the way he is pushing down on your abdomen makes you clench harder.
âlook at how youâre clenching onto me. youâre close, arenât you?â he whispered as you felt the breeze blowing onto your saliva-stained neck you are certain had hickeys on it. heeseung had to remind himself that he couldnât kiss your lips, no matter how delectable they were, changing to kissing your neck.
ân-â you moan as heeseungâs hand traces down to grip your ribcage, pulling you closer to him so he could find another angle to reach you deeper, pleasuring you both in return. âno.â
âdonât lie to me, (y/n).â his head pulls back from your crook as you watch his bangs faltering from the hard pounding to his mattress. âgod, youâre so fucking hot when youâre under me.â
âfuck, just like that.â you retaliate with your own dirty talk, hands holding his waist so he could stay longer in your cavern as you grip him. but when you sense his breath against your skin, nose upon nose touching, the grip on his waist trails up as you cup his face. nodding your head as you feel him getting faster, you pull his head down and make his lips meet yours. you bit your bottom lip as your muffled moans vibrated between the two of you. your body giving up for a moment as he continued to thrust into you, making you let go as you let out a silent scream when you felt the moist gushing against him inside you. heeseungâs lips are unhesitant to kiss between your eyebrows as your body calms down from shaking, eyes rolling back to their original place as you continue to caress his cheekbone before a surge of energy comes back to you. you push him to the side, placing him down on the mattress as your hands grab both of his wrists to rest beside his head.
âi can feel you twitching inside me, hee. i know youâre close,â you said as you bounce on his lap, feeling the way your essence fell out and how much slick is on his penis because of you. as you have the upper hand, you decide to tease him by falling on him slower than the pace you have familiarized, making his wrists flinched under your hold as you click your tongue.
âyou like how my walls are sucking you?â
âfuck, yes,â he mumbled under his breath.
âyeah..?â you replied as you leaned forward, making heeseung reach up to kiss your areola as best as he could.
âcome on. you donât wanna cum again?â heeseung asked in such a whiny voice that makes you snicker at how needy he has become. you decide to continue your teasing when you trail your nose along his face as you give a tiny kiss underneath his earlobe where you see the hickey you made on his clavicle. you move your hips so slowly as you feel how he becomes more erect even when heâs inside you.
âyouâre the one who denies it yourself. iâm currently helping you here.â you poke your tongue and trace down his adamâs apple to his chest, reaching his nipple and giving it a suck. heeseungâs hip shoots up into you as he wants to take control. your hand moving closer to his palm with the grip that is getting loose as he pushes both his arms to let go of your hold. yet, you pull them back up as you reposition your fingers to interlock with his, withholding what he wants to make you move faster as he thrusts up into you.
you stare at how his doe-like eyes are begging for you after the number of times you have hated and feared the same eyes. how it glistens with tears because of how uncooperative you are even with your pace getting faster. with that, you lean forward as you stretch his hands and place them on your moving hips, letting them go so he can grip it hard as he tries to chase that feeling once again. you drape yourself above him as his blown-out eyes stare right at yours, his orange fiery flame meeting your own blue.
leaning forward more as you sensed one of his hands resting on your back, you brush away his hair that is sticking on his forehead as you whispered the death blow.
âyou can cum in me-â
he leans up to connect your lips with his as you understand the signal, making your hips help to stimulate him more. his tongue flicking out and even wetting the skin around your lips as he moans out your name, letting out an exhale as your forehead is on his.
âwant to breed youâŚâ he whispered as you nodded, knowing just how much you like cum staining your walls as you give him a peck.
âbreed me then.â
as he spoke to you about when he cums in your walls cowgirl style, you couldnât help but snicker at the memories of his newly known breeding kink and your own creampie kink makes the resulting bun in your oven, making him flick your hand as you stare at him.
âthatâs one for you and one for me- what are you thinking?â the way his voice pitches up at the end of the question makes you giggle even more.
âi swear-â you lean forward as you realize the stage you are in, âthe way our kinks create them,â you point down to your stomach.
âwith the way your body shivers when i cum in you,â he said as he also leans forward. âi knew you like it. but i didnât realize how feral you got because of that.â
âhow feral we got, heeseung. fucking correct that.â
âoh fuck!â you moaned out into the mattress as heeseung held your hips up when he thrusts back into you from behind. you can sense how every time he pounds into you, his release is coming out alongside him as the wet clapping noises penetrate even the sound of both the cricketing bed frame and both of your moans. his hand goes up to your head and pulls your hair as the other pushes against your stomach, making you bend back towards him as the moans you let out of your mouth are clearer. his lips sucking another hickey onto your shoulder as you lean your head back on him to widen his access. your hands gripping onto both of the hands that are now resting on your abdomen and one on your breast, respectively.
âwho can make you feel like this?â the question triggering you right away.
ây-you.â
âsay my name, baby,â he said as he kissed your cheeks, making you turn your head towards the side as you opened your eyes to meet his, continuing to pleasure you into oblivion.
âheeseungâŚâ
âgo on.â he squeezed your flesh and you bit your bottom lip.
âheeseung!â
the hand on your abdomen leaves to crawl to your nub as your free hand reaches up to his nape, letting you connect your lips with his as best as you can. your body doing gymnastics before it is overcome by your second wave of cum when heeseung stops and twist your upper body to connect both of your lips fully. with his hands enveloping you, you push both of your body down as you let him spoon you.
grinding your hips against him, you reached down to gather both your cums as you give it a lick, making heeseung groan as he helps you push against him. âfuck, (y/n), how are you still so tight?â
âonly for you-â you reply as you shift away, just wanting to kiss heeseung, but then you remember the rules. with your shoulder, you push heeseung so he lays back on the bed as you lie on top of him. your knees folding so you can put your heels on the mattress as you lift yourself up and down on his shaft. you push your hands against is so you can sit and let you see the messiness yourself: both of your thighs are now covered in whiteness as you continue, realizing how sticky your skins are against each other. instead of letting you observe the messiness, heeseung pulls your upper body back to his as he also folds his knees and pushes his heels to the bed, thrusting upwards and making the pace quicker.
both of your moans combine with each other as he rests his arms around your midriff so you canât move away from him. your head tilts to look behind you at the way heeseung is closing his eyes. as the point of your nose touches his skin, he doesnât hesitate to turn to you and brought your lips onto his as he gives a few sputtering thrusts before you felt him cumming in you once again, making you fuller than ever.
âand thatâs another two for each of us,â you replied as heeseung let out a snicker.
âstill a tie, huh?â
âyeah, but we decided on a tiebreaker, right?â he responded with a hum.
with how sweaty, sticky, and tired you both are, you decide to do a tiebreaker with you sitting on his lap in a lotus position. your breath meeting his as both of you work in tandem (with a little burst exerted once in a while) to make any of you cum first and declare to be the winner of this messed-up game you made. heeseung licks the skin below your neck and plays with your breasts as you let your fingers experiment with his nipples and the way your nails scratch against his back muscles. you know that both of you are exhausted because the only sound that comes out is the small moans and whines left over. you looked down to see the messy environment you made between both of your crotches, making you scoop it up as you lift your cum-covered forefinger to your mouth, sucking it in, before pulling heeseungâs head so you can let him taste both of you.
his wide eyes glance up at you as he puts on a show to make you turn on more, swirling his tongue around your middle finger as the hand that was holding your shoulder blade reaches to your face, making his thumb pressing against your bottom lip so you can suck it. your hips grind on him faster, bouncing a few times, as both of your moans are muffled by both of your fingers. pulling your finger back, a string of saliva connected it and his lips as you cup his cheek. heeseung bites his lip as he pulls the thumb out to see your swollen lips. as you stare at each otherâthinking back to the past few hours that have gotten you here in this positionâyou sense something strange within you. something so unfamiliar when you stare at him than the other moments you blatantly glare towards him. with the way he glances around your face as he connects your forehead with his, you recognize he might have sensed the same things too.
you donât remember who is the first one to reach out, but as both of your lips connect, you let yourself envelop him as he did you. both of you not stopping and helping each other out as both of you cum in quick succession. not letting go of each otherâs lips as you both pull away slowly; looking at the string of saliva connecting both of you as you stare at each other.
âwe donât need to discuss that.â
âno, we donât,â
both of you replied right after the other as you see heeseung looking away from you to glance at the window beside the table. you glance at the condensation forming on the glass of his americano before glimpsing towards the booth where he sat. a duffle bag beside his backpack; you guess it will be for his basketball practice, it is near the college basketball season after all. but as you glance up at the man himselfâyou notice how different he has been since you were children. the way he muscled up and the baby fat on his face sheds away from the amount of sports he has to consume weekly. but, with all the invisible scars you both inflicted on each other from then until now, you weigh in just how ridiculously complex your relationship is that you donât know if he wants to agree with it or not.
âwell, now that you knowâŚâ you started, rubbing your hand against your sweater paws, âyou donât have to contribute to their life.â
heeseung hums, turning back to look towards you with confusion written on his face.
âitâs okay if you donât want to get involved in taking care of them. itâs hard enough to be a senior-year college student, let alone raising a baby. itâs my choice to keep them, so i have to take responsibility for that.â you grabbed the now lukewarm cup of tea as you take a sip from it, placing it gently on the small plate as you continued with, âespecially knowing how complicated we are.â you use your forefinger to point between him and you.
the manâs face is hard to read. he jutted his lips, biting the inside of his cheek as you see him blink whilst looking towards you, trying to get a read on you as well. being 8 weeks pregnant, you just wanted the meeting to end because you have all the other things you need to organize: telling the girls about your pregnancy diets and symptoms, telling the university about them and maybe they could give you leeway with the tests and studies, setting up appointments for with the ob-gyn and the doula of your choice, and telling your parents.
your parents who knew heeseungâs parents.
this will be awkward as fuck to experience.
âand i wish we could have a truce for the next 40 weeks.â you said, already with an exasperated voice that seemed to even surprise heeseung. âwith this lifelong rivalry going on and how both of us doesnât even want it to stop, please just⌠give me a slack to take care of them as best as i could.â
when you expected heeseung to reply with an okayâknowing your status as an expecting mother to at least give you some slackâyou were met with a piercing gaze instead. how he looks between your face and your hidden stomach behind the table. he rests his hand on the table when you watch him considering something, and you didnât even fucking guess he will do what he does.
âno.â
âwhat?â
âno. thereâs no truce.â he leans forward, recognizing the gaze in his eyes as you just want to punch it out of his face for even thinking about what heâs thinking.
âno fucking way youâre thinking about this.â
âwhy not, (y/n)? think you canât take care of yourself enough for the baby?â
your palm is now against your forehead, brushing against your face as it trails down when you let out a groan, âyouâre trying to make a rivalry on taking care of this babyâŚâ you let out your guess as heeseung lets out his signature smirk and a voiceless âbingoâ.
âhow? theyâre in me, heeseung.â
âby giving them good nutritious food, interacting with them, i donât know. but i know from knowing you for years that you canât take care of yourself, knowing you have three other roommates-â
âyou also have three other fucking roommates. sheesh.â you shake your head as you lean back. âanything for the baby has to go through me first, you know? i can deny it if i want.â
âthen we can argue whoâs right. theyâre my baby too and i have the right to be involved even if you donât want to.â your phone vibrates after heeseungâs brash reply as you see the silent alarm of your next schedule of the day. you tug the strap of your bag to your shoulder and gulp the rest of your tea.
âwhatever, i have another thing to do.â
âdoes it involve the baby?â
âno. unless you wanna join my research class.â
you stood up from the booth as you straightened your sweater down, making heeseung glance at your abdomen before looking back at your face. âjust so you remember: iâm doing this for the baby, not you.â
rolling your eyes, you flip him the bird as you walk away from him to your only class of the day, making heeseung let out a strangled smile.
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âwhat the- what do you mean?â
the game continues as the other three guys look towards heeseung who is obliterating them with his king dedede, the sound of the fighting comes from the tv of their living room apartment as his fingers nimbly move on the switch controller, making the other three characters fly from the platforms as the familiar âgame!â announcement calls.
the boys are sitting in various ways; beomgyu and jeongin are on the floor and jimin is beside him. the soundtrack of the super smash bros ultimate is playing in the background as heeseung smiles.
âiâm gonna be a dad.â
jeongin, the closest to the main port of the switch, quits the game as beomgyu lets out another loud shoutâoutside of the gameâand jimin, who is sitting besides him, shakes his body with outstretched arms.
âBROOO!â beomgyu rubs his hand across his long hair as he faces heeseung fully, who is regretting not recording the reaction of his best buddies about this.
âhow does heeseung, who doesnât even like hooking up, get someone pregnant?â jimin asks to himself but also to the others as jeongin now stands in front of him, shielding the tv from his sight.
âforget that. who did you knock up, lee heeseung?â jeongin cuts through as heeseung leans back against the headrest of the couch. a mix of expressions showing on his face cause he doesnât know if he has to laugh, be angry, be sad, or what else. he lets out a sigh as he picks the right voice tone to tell them.
âitâs fucking (y/n).â
âokay, now hold on!â
jeongin jumps, shedding the stern aura that he just created a few seconds ago. heeseung glances down at beomgyu who has his jaw dropped with jimin gripping on heeseungâs shoulder very hard.
âSINCE WHEN DID YOU TWO HOOK U-â
âshush!â jimin stands up and covers his hand on jeonginâs mouth, not wanting another complaint from the neighbors both horizontally and vertically.
âwhen?â beomgyu asked jeonginâs questions concisely as heeseung glanced towards the sofa and the kitchen right beside the front door of their apartment.
âyou remember the party that got busted by the police?â
âyoon keehoâs party?â
âyeah, that one.â jimin acknowledges beomgyuâs answer as heeseung continues.
âlong story short, (y/n) was alone and i went past her, teasing her for seeing that her friends left her behind when the police showed. she was tipsy which she shows by how easily stumbles. so i dragged her with me to our apartment when we escaped. i donât know where you guys were, but sheâs gotten a bit too annoying so i have to sober her up. we talked, and the tension was just tooâŚâ heeseung remembers as he was the one reaching for your face, to tell you to shut the fuck up, but the tension melted away before both of you proposes the game that you did. âso, we did it. and she asked me to meet up this morning and told me the news.â
âand what are your thoughts?â jimin asks, making the high-stakes emotions lower as he lets his friend talk about what he is feeling.
well, for heeseung, shock was an understatement. when he heard you utter the three words to him as he asked you what makes you want to meet up, never did he expect that to come out. surely, he has a breeding kink, and he had expected that to happen. but you told him youâre leaving early to get a plan b pill. maybe it didnât work, but he doesnât want to assume much about your body. then, he can sense the hidden sheer happiness blossoming within him. he wanted to smile and give you a hug, but then he remembered that it was you. that outside of his bed that night, you didnât see him as a friend.
for someone who doesnât hook up with people, heeseung knows how the hook-up culture works. he had heard multiple women fucking his three roommates from within his room and he could use his noise-canceling headphones against them. people might presume he is pickyâa basketball jock who stays hidden and doesnât want to hook up with anyone unlike his younger teammatesâbut the level of comfort is different when he has to do it with someone he doesnât know and thatâs why he rather stayed away. you? well, you are an anomaly.
though close because of your upbringing, he doesnât know you outside of what he knows. that you were the kid who broke his truck even after he said sorry for ruining your sandcastle at that playground. that you were the kid who pushed him to the floor back when you were 7. that youâre the girl who he competes with to get the most stickers and not letting go of the basketball even though he stole it from you correctly. that he saw you stealing the bread from his tray as he came back from the vending machine. that you were the one telling the vice principal his basketball club doesnât need as much money as they do because of their successful run, not knowing that their assistant coach stole the winning money.
so when you decide to create walls from your words, try to spin it so he doesnât have to care about his baby, he had to say no. itâs as if youâre trying to keep the baby to yourself and not letting him in even though it takes two to tango. so, he found the most relevant way: competing for who takes care of that baby the right wayâeven if theyâre in you. he doesnât even think far from that thought no matter how ridiculous it is as now he realizes what a logistical nightmare itâs going to be.
âyouâre making a game out of taking care of your own child but not your baby mama?â jeongin questioned after hearing heeseungâs rambling about this.
âyupâŚâ heeseung paused, a pregnant pause. âand i need all of your help.â
jiminâs face changes as he hears the way heeseung described his face, rubbing his palm against the creases forming on his forehead as he canât comprehend how beomgyu easily accepts his role. jiminâs head perks up at heeseung calling his name.
âyo!â jimin replied.
âsince youâre the only one out of us who has a direct connection to (y/n) through chaeryeong, youâll be my eyes, okay? asked about (y/n), how sheâs doing, and all that stuff.â heeseung nodded as he expectantly looked at the boy who stood beside jeongin.
âgotcha,â he replied, his eyes wide as heeseung turned towards jeongin.
âinnie, youâre my source. find any article about pregnancy and what my role is gonna be as a dad. yadda yadda yadda. all that stu-â
âi do you one better, seung.â jeongin said as heeseung lifted his eyebrows at him, tilting his head.
âmy mom is an ob-gyn doctor.â
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âmiss (y/n)!â
âwear this!â
there is sounds of pitter-patters all around you as you sense the weight getting heavier on your figure. a small cape hanging off your shoulders and a crooked crown on your head, you sit down cross-legged against a round table full of toy food and kitchen utensils. girls and boys alike sit on the chairs by the table with their own capes and crowns, playing around with their cups as they all have a tea partyâwith the other side of the room playing with legos.
âhere is your tea and cake.â you see the girl beside you giving the plate of rubber cake and an empty tea cup.
âthank you, princess rami.â picking up the teacup into your hand, you let out a loud slurping noise to drink it, before flinching away as you fan your tongue.
âiâm so sorry. is it too hot?â rami asked as you shook your head.
âiâm okay. thank you for asking,â you replied as best as you could.
âyou must be careful, princess rami.â the boy across from her spoke as you tilt your head to him.
âiâm alright. prince yujin. i will be more careful with the tea.â he gave out a smile as one girl called out.
âif we are all princes and princesses, how should we call miss (y/n)?â hyunseo asked across from you.
âwell, miss (y/n) should be a queen!â woonhak replied enthusiastically.
âbut if miss (y/n) is a queen, should she have a king?â hyunseo continued.
âor another queen. i have two queens at home.â yujin filled in as you gave off a smile with the implication. but then the kids started to bicker with each other as you looked around the room once again.
as you entered high school, you were determined to beat heeseung in another way other than school-related activities. and what other way by being independent and richer than him at a young age? so you raked your head of a simple work that can help you gain more pocket money when one of your aunts asks you if you can babysit their daughter and how she will pay you. seizing the opportunity, you get to take care of your baby niece as you go to your auntâs home to help her with her food and stuff. hearing your enjoyment by the dining room table, your mom suggests more opportunities to babysit children of your family members from both sidesâto your youngest uncleâs 4-year-old son and your oldest cousinâs 6-month-old babyâyou have an array of skills gotten from doing childcare as your mom recommend you to babysit her juniorsâ children at work, making you who wanted it for the money now wants it for the children.
it needs a certain level of charisma to charm a child so they can listen to you and with the array of children you had to babysit, youâve met and adapted as best as you can to all of them. from being the calm tutor for a baby who is training his motor skills to help a child practice balancing on a bicycle, you understand what a child wants under their tantrums. that love you give and the love you accept makes you want to contribute more to childcare. so you started volunteering in non-formal schools and orphanages, helping to at least make their days a little better. and thatâs why you worked part-time as a daycare attendant since you entered university as it is a more established institution where you can shuffle your study schedule alongside your work schedule, meeting kids who are being sent here that are still younger than school age. it reminded you of your own childhood and youâre hoping that your inner child could be happy and satisfied that you let her feel that feeling again.
âguysâŚâ your spoken voice cuts their conversations, and they all turn to you. âa queen doesnât have to have a king or another queen by their side. a queen can stand alone too.â
âbut wouldnât that make the queen lonely?â rami questioned, making you pout your lips as you still canât comprehend just how blatantly honest children are that it pierces through each layer of your heart to find the right spot.
âyes, the queen will be lonely. but she also has her princes, princesses, knights, counselors, and more around her. love doesnât always come from one person, it can also come from a group.â you replied, making the group rowdy up as they converse about love and being independentâwell, âlonelyâ as they called itâwhen you feel a light pat on your shoulder.
turning your head, you see a younger girl other than those around the table holding a paper, stretching it towards you.
âfor you, miss (y/n)âŚâ
you slowly pick the paper from her small hands as you observe the drawing. a simple figure made of circles and triangles with different colors. a pink filled-in shape on one side of the triangle with the circle-shaped and another taller one holding the figures hand, a yellow crown-shaped drawing on top of a circle with a smiling face inside.
she drew you.
âawww. this is so sweet and nice.â you return to look at the younger girl, a warm smile showing on your face, âthank you, hyein.â you rub your hand on her hairâsomething you remember she likesâas her smile widens before she runs away towards her table, where she has a few more papers scattered.
you glance at her before looking at your own stomach, unconsciously rubbing it as you can feel your own child inside you now growing along with time. then, it all came so suddenly when you felt yourself regurgitating, hand coming up to your mouth as you stood up as fast as you could towards the staff bathroom. knocking open the door of the open stall, you kneeled down as you puke out your lunch for today, feeling your gag reflexes kicking in. you sensed a hand soothing down your back as you reached for the flush to drain it down the toilet bowl.
âyou okay, (y/n)?â you hear the familiar voice of your supervisor, yoonah, behind you. nodding your head, you reach for the toilet paper and tear it apart as you wipe the remains and saliva off your lips. reaching for the crown that fortunately doesnât fall when you puke your inside, you hold on to it as you stand up and veer around to the sink to clean your mouth, gargling and spitting out as you wipe the droplets of water from your lips.
âhow is it going with the pregnancy?â she asked as you watched her reflection behind yours in the mirror. you nodded your head and chuckled.
âdidnât vomit for the past three days and i thought that was enough, and well, here i am.â you stare at your face, seeing your eyes glistening with tears with the number of times you had to cough out until your phlegm came out. you turn your head to face your boss as she gives you a solemn smile.
âso, i have already talked to hr and we agree to have you reduce your work day to just one per week. you can enter anytime between the weekdays depending on your schedule because you have lots of things to juggle with your ob-gyn appointment. we donât want to weigh you down more.â
you looked sideways when yoonah didnât seem to see you being glad of it. though it helps with not exerting your bodyâas per doctor parkâs requestâit will definitely reduce your money because of the appointments and others. you havenât told your parents yet and maybe you can ask them for more money after but with the way your friends have already helped ease your part of the rent so you have enough money for your own diet and consultations; you donât want them to provide more for you.
âthatâs great and all, but what about my pay? can it be adjusted? it doesnât have to be 200%. like, do I only work one day for a pay of two like usual? or is it the regular one day pay? if itâs the latter, maybe a 25% increase will be great? for the consultations and othersâŚâ you said, not realizing that you had a few stray tears leaving out your eyes. nice fucking job, hormones.
yoonah picks up the crown from your head and she places it above your head, straightening it up as it rests right at the top of your head, âi will take about it to hr. you know that iâm on your side with this.â she pats your shoulder as you let out a faint âthank youâ and see her walking away out of the bathroom. you brushed the tears away as you wet your hands to help unswollen them, even if it is for a bit. staring at yourself in the mirror, you pull your body up straight as you turn sideways, rubbing your abdomen as you can feel the life being put into you; piece by piece, cell by cell, forming into a human being.
as your feet enter the room one by one, tons of footsteps greet you as you look down to see the crown-wearing kids you are playing tea time with approaching you. their faces showing weariness so explicitly that you feel your heart tugging at them.
âare you ok, miss (y/n)?â hyeinâthe first one to be thereâspoke as she was surrounded by kids taller and older than her. you notice someone holding onto your hand with their tiny one, seeing rami brushing the skin as you feel soothed.
âi am now. thank you, hyein,â you replied, letting your body fall as you kneeled before them, seeing the number of children you have taken care of for the years you had worked here. in your mind, it seemed ridiculous to think of your next move, but in a way that they have taught you so much about taking care of others, itâs proper to tell them yourself.
wiping the corner of your eyes as you feel your hormones acting up again, you speak, âwhat do you know about your moms?â
âmommy is very sweet to me,â hyunseo replies as she steps forward to stand next to hyein, their height difference looking so cute.
âmom is the one that picked me up from here.â woonhak also replied when you can see his momâs smile on his own from the number of times she picked him up and showed that same smile.
âboth of my mamas are the best in taking care of me and my brothers.â yujin added as there were more children rambling about their mothers, creating a wall of cacophony that seemed more like the background noise you heard each week as you worked. their voices dwindled as you looked expectantly at them one by one, a smile urging them to wait for something to come out of you.
âwell, you see, iâm going to be just like your moms.â
yujin was the one that caught on first as he stepped closer and hugged you. while the others still looked confused, he turned around to looked at them and state it himself.
âMISS (Y/N) IS GOING TO BE A MOM!â
âmiss (y/n)!â
âno wa-â
you heard the surge of children hugging you as you laughed out loud, seeing yoonah by the door as she also followed your laughter while you were surrounded by the children who were either hugging you or asking you questions.
âsettle down, children. miss (y/n) needs a space to take a breather.â yoonah spoke up as she approached you who has a grin on your face.
âyou said that you donât have any king or queen?â yujin said as you felt your cheeks getting warmer, he now held onto the crown that slipped down your head from the number of kids that is surrounding you. while you could feel a hand on your stomach as you looked down to see hyein sitting downâremembering that she also has a pregnant mother with a little sibling on the way for her.
âit, it will be hard for me to explain it to you, butâŚâ you felt yoonahâs hand on your shoulder as you glance at the closest clock in the roomâfinding the time for them to go home has come. âyour moms are waiting for you to go home.â
you push yourself up to stand as yoonah guides the kids to pick their items up by the cabinets as you stand up straight, seeing the children walking around you when you see rami stepping beside you, arms wide open as you crouch down to give her a hug. you felt other sets of arms surrounding you as you giggled, pulling away your arms as the children noticed it.
âiâll see you all next week!â you stated as yoonah brought all of them to the door of the daycare before opening them, seeing all of them going to their respective parents and guardians as a few of them acknowledged you. you turned around as you started your usual clean-up process, picking up the drawings that the children made and putting them in their own folders so you can give them to their guardians when they graduated, putting back the toys into the boxes, returning the costumes back to the wardrobe as you place the robe and crown you were also wearing, and you wanted to do one more thing, but you heard someone clearing their throat.
âiâll clean the furniture and floor. you have done so much and you needed to eat and rest.â yoonah told you as you sighed, knowing that you seemed to be hungrier after you vomited out your food.
âthanks, boss.â you winked as she chuckled, bringing yourself to the staff room with the drawing that hyein gave to youâpinning in your mind to collect it with the drawings the kids youâve taken care has made for you.
when collecting your things into your backpack, you glance at the paper that you printed out from your laptop as you scan the words, seeing your inked signature on the bottom as you see the blank space with the name right across from yours. heeseungâs name.
since he decided to be involvedâyou remembered while you talked to your faculty about your pregnancy and how they asked who the dad was, you decided to bring him up as a âstudent from another faculty.â it might make him think twice if he wants to be involved or not because he will get his name pin up on a note somewhere, which will be noted to his coach, lecturers, and more of his status. you are ready to be mentally burnt by the judgment your peers might give you, but is heeseung also ready?
you havenât thought of the way youâre going to give heeseung the letter when you see minjeongâs name from your vibrating phone as you pick up the things you are bringing home and you hear yoonah talking as she sees you already leaving.
âcarpool picking you up?â
âyeah, my roommate and her boyfriend.â
âokay, take care of yourself and iâll follow up with your request.â you felt yoonah giving you a side hug as you gave a smile and wave when you pushed the door open. you breathed in the outside air to see the dark gray chevrolet camaro parked near the front of the building. walking to the back seats, you opened the door to be met with the music playing as minjeong greeted you.
âhowâs work, (y/n)?â she instantly asked as sungchan lurched the car to a drive when you glanced at the bags of things beside you.
âfreaking embarrassing. i vomited suddenly when i hadnât vomited for the last 3 days but the kids reacted to it pretty okay. and i told them iâm gonna be a mom.â
âthatâs so sweet!â she said, glancing back from her seat in front of you as she reached to touch you, making you sit in the middle with the console right in front of you as you see sungchanâs playing with the volume of bluetooth-connected car radio play the song that sounds so minjeongâwhich you can recognized right away.
âwhat did you guys do today?â you wiggled your eyebrows as you heard sungchanâs laugh from the way he looked at you from the rear-view mirror.
âyou know what me and jeongie usually do, eat, shop, fuck, repeat-â
âno, we didnât fuck today-â
âwe did a quickie before we left to pick (y/n) up, winter.â
âokay! ughhhâŚâ minjeong said, rubbing her face in embarrassment before replying, âi brought him to this cafe that has all these criterion collections that arenât available on any of the streaming services we own. so i bought so many dvds for us to watch.â
âwhich are?â
âolder movies, foreign movies. you did say that you enjoyed watching japanese movies, so i bought some of them for us to watch.â
âfuck, i love you so much for that, kim minjeong.â you replied as you heard sungchanâs little tsk, making you both giggle as his possessiveness is showing at the most ridiculous time.
âso, (y/n),â you hummed to sungchanâs starter words, âyou havenât told me who is your baby daddy.â
âguess!â you tugged yourself forward as your face was between their seats.
âhow should i guess when i never see you hook up with people?â he replies as you glance at minjeong who is just watching him, an amused smile on her face.
âwhat if i say itâs song eunseok,â you mentioned his fellow frat bros.
âeunseok is dating that junior of his he has classes with. and heâs a loyal guy so i donât think so.â
âwhat about park jisung? heâs hot in my eyes.â
âyou donât seem to be the kind to hook up with your junior,â he replied, making you squint your eyes.
âzhong chenle? heâs a fellow biz major like i do.â
âyouâre definitely not his style.â
ânow, thatâs rude.â you hunch yourself back on the back seat as minjeongâs giggles compete with the music playing.
âyouâre gonna be so shocked if we told you who he is.â she added as you nodded along, âtwo hints though: heâs our age and heâs a fellow jock-â
âthatâs too much, jeong-ah.â you cover her mouth as her muffled nagging rings in the car. you can feel her lapping your palm, tickling your nerves and making you pull away as itâs now sungchanâs turn to have a giggling fit while watching his girlfriend and her roommate bickering. the trip was close between the daycare you work and the apartment tower you rented off-campusâbut since youâve mentioned to your roommates that youâve been having back pain and vomiting sessions, they decided to help you out by being by your side as they drop you off or picking you upâjust like what chaeryeong did as she drop you off to work before going to the dance studio.
so, when you stare out to see the small lobby of your apartment, youâre already with your backpack tucked to you as you open the door of the backseats. sungchan helped widen the door for you before going to the other side to help minjeong with the things she bought from their date. as you stood by the tiled floor of the lobby, minjeong gave sungchan one last kiss on the lips as you heard him say, âbye, babe! bye, (y/n) and hope you rest!â
âsee you next week, baby.â the girl said as both you and her are waving your hands at the boy, who has entered the car driving off into the ending sunset of today. stepping inside the entrance of the apartment, you and she enter the empty elevator as you catch a glimpse at what other things minjeong had bought when you see a box from a chicken fast food brand, making your mouth water as you think about it, but you knew that youâll be nag by dr. park for eating junk food.
pushing the handle after you put the pin on the keypad, you enter and instantly kick your shoes off as you are met with ryujin who is tying her hair up, walking towards you as she helps with minjeongâs bags. the apartment was left as you remembered this morning: a few scattered papers from either you or ryujinâs homework, the weighted blanket by the sofa now folded, and the smell of hot choco on the coffee table alongside ryujinâs laptop as you remembered that she only has online classes today.
âwhat did you bring?â ryujin wiggled her eyebrows as she rummaged open the bag that youâd seen when she instantly brought it to the kitchen counter when you saw her already cooking something. out of all four of you, you and ryujin are the ones talented in cooking so itâs not a surprise to see her cook for herself, but when you see the large plate that is places beside where the stove is, you know she has been making dinner for all four of youâas only chaeryeongâs the one who is not finished with her work today.
âwhy did you bring back fast food, minjeong? we promised to also have (y/n)âs diet.â
âthatâs my leftover. chan said that the boys had too much stuff in their fridge so i brought it to us.â you then felt minjeongâs hand behind your lower back as she stood beside you, âhope you are okay with that.â
âof course, iâm okay.â you give minjeong a smile. âall of you arenât obliged to follow my diet cause i know you love red meat, jinnie.â
âit feels wrong if i donât follow you, though.â ryujin replied as you and minjeong go to your separate waysâshe walked to her room while you stepped into the kitchen to see the food that minjeong brought. the chicken was a leftover but you also see her bringing back different meats and seafood.
âi almost forgot to ask you, but can you give me the list of the food that you can and canât eat? just so i can help with the recipes and so we can pre-made food.â ryujin said as she put her arms behind your back, soothing you as you viewed her making japchae and beef on the pan.
âwill do, ryu.â you give her a salute as she gives your cheek a squeeze before you let her be. taking your bag handle as you step towards the direction of your room, the bell of your apartment rings as ryujin turns towards you, making both of you tilt your head as you volunteer to get to the intercom.
when you press the button, the screen shows you someone you donât expect to see as you can recognize the wolf cut hair youâve seen while scrolling on your instagram. your footsteps immediately go to the door as you hear the ringing âhelloâs from the intercom, opening it up to see the boy youâre trying your best to mask your feelings for with a box.
âheyya, (y/n)!â he replied as you widened the door to gaze at the box.
âh-hi beomgyu.â you give him a small smile as you try your best not to lock your eyes on him. to be having a crush on a boy like him is ridiculous, especially knowing that he is your RIVALâs best friend. and the fact that you still have a crush on him since high school to then be found being in the same uni as him. if he doesnât have heeseung by his side, you know you will brace yourself to approach him first. but now with his success as an indie musician, you know you are probably in a losing battle knowing just how spicy heeseung talks about you knowing that he has so many fans aiming at him and how you canât compete with themânot as much as yeonjun though.
âwha, whatâs this?â
âitâs for you.â he pushed the box towards you as you tried to peek inside when you felt a presence behind you.
âlet me get that.â another pair of hands open by your side and you see the smirk on beomgyuâs face falter to see ryujin pulling the box against her.
âhi ryujin,â he said, a slight tremble in his voice as you finally be able to look at him with your heart eyes before back at ryujin.
âbeomgyu,â she replied before leaving the door to put the box away. you eye the boy who is staring at the empty space for a few seconds too late before you are back in his attention, returning to the cheeky smile you adore.
âthank you for that!â you felt your palms getting sweatier than ever, rubbing one of them against the door to dry it.
âyou gotta have to thank heeseung for that.â
the way beomgyu named he-who-shall-not-be-named shutters your fantasy as you were met with the reality. of course, itâs from heeseung, not from the boy you had a crush onâeven if it means that the baby daddy trusts his best friend so much to tell him that he is having a baby with his rival. beomgyu seemed to be the nicer guy between the two. so, a girl can hope, right?
âoh yeah, wait for a minute!â you were so caught up in the way heeseung terrors you and slips back into your mind and how you wanted to slam the door when you heard his name when you remembered the paper that he had to sign. you pull the paper out of your folder as you pull one of your sticky notes and write a simple note to him. giving a smile to beomgyu, you handed him the paper as he stared at the words printed on it.
âgive it to heeseung and send it back to me after that, or if he wants to submit it himself, then thatâs fine. i have to give the contact person the info if he decides to send the paper to the administration himself.â
beomgyu nods as he chuckles at your note before giving a last âi willâ before walking and waving away, making you close the door as you wonder how did he know where you lived. eh, thatâs fine. you got to see what heeseung gave you as the box rested on top of the counter right beside ryujin who was pouring the japchae into the bowl.
slowly opening itâscared that he might have a jack-in-the-box mechanism inside itâyou were met with plastics covering greens as you tugged a few of them out to be met with a bunch of fruits and vegetables still packed in their groceryâs packing. your shoulder meets ryujinâs as she took a glimpse at the new ingredient you picked out of the box.
âfrom beomgyu?â
shaking your head, you feel a piece of paper inside the box as you pinch it between your fingers. straighten the creases, you see the scribbles on the note as you read it in your mind.
eat them for the babyâs health and your own sanity - lhs
âheeseung,â you replied after you finish. ryujin gives a small hum as you catch the smirk on her face before you shove her with your shoulder. both of you open the plastics of the greens, vegetables, and fruits that heeseung bought for you, ryujin saying out loud the names of the greens as you and her bounce ideas of what kind of food she can make to cater to your diet.
âkale, cabbage, broccoliâŚâ she picked another vegetable, carefully pulling away the plastics as the waft of the smell entered the kitchen. you knew of the vegetable, but being pregnant equals being sensitive to smells. and the way that you instantly wretch at the smell makes you scurry away from ryujin.
âhey, who rang the be-â
minjeong was pushed away as she saw you opening the door of their shared bathroom, making her turn around as she heard you wretch out the remaining food and saliva inside of you that is followed immediately by a flush from the toilet bowl. she walked to the kitchen to see ryujin holding stems of leaves on her hand.
âwell, now we know she canât eat arugula.â
the chime of the lock unlocked rings alongside the opening of the door of their apartment as ryujin and minjeong stare at it, seeing chaeryeong trying to breathe as she takes off her sneakers.
âWHY IS JIMIN PESTERING ME ABOUT (Y/N)?â
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thumps and squeaks are what beomgyu heard as his eyes gazed at the lights coming out of the gymnasium. his feet working in tandem echoing through the night as he took another glance at the paper, another step away from the door as he pulled the handle to see a bunch of boys running around the wood-floored gym. beomgyuâs eyes searched for heeseung as he bit his lips, not wanting to be late for his own band practice with the boys.
turning towards the bleachers, heâs seen one of the boys that beomgyu remembered being on heeseungâs profile. his hands on top of his knees as he leans forward to see the 3 x 3 half court game beomgyu realized isnât a part of trainingâbut more of them having fun. he is taking a glimpse at heeseung who is muttering a curse word under his breath because the ball was stolen from his hold.
âhey, uh, sheep!â
the boy turns towards beomgyu with squinting feline-esque eyes before they widen, realizing who called him.
âyour jersey has âyangâ on it. so i called you sheep.â
ânah, thatâs okay. youâre beomgyu hyung, txtâs guitaristâŚâ the boy stands up, their height almost the same as each other, but beomgyu knows that the kid can grow tallerâfrom both basketball and his unfinished puberty phase, probably.
âiâm jungwon! iâm guessing youâre here for heeseung hyung?â
beomgyu glanced down at the paper as he nodded, âi couldnât stay until he finished cause i have band practice. so, this document is for him to sign.â he told jungwon what you told him as his ghost patted himself on his shoulders for being right. beomgyu uses his thumbs to point behind him after jungwon picks up the paper that he pushed towards him and gives him a thumbs up before a loud "thank you" rings as the gymnasium door opens, leaving jungwon with a slight chuckle creeped out of his lips.
the boy couldnât stop his curiosity as he turned the paper so he could read the writing, skimming it down as his eyebrows as he couldnât stop his speech before it was too lat-
âHEESEUNG HYUNG IS A DAD?!â
jungwonâs shout makes movement screech to a halt as he looks up at his boys, also staring at heeseung, who is glaring at jungwon and the paper he is holding. but, his reaction speed was too slow to pull it off his grips as heeseung lost against the other five boys who had huddled towards jungwon.
âshut up!â sunoo exclaimed.
âitâs true, sun,â jongseong replied as he could hear jaeyun and riki screaming and laughing before they scurried to run around heeseung.
âwho is this (y/n), hyung?â jaeyun speaks into his ear, making heeseung grimace as the three walk towards the crowd with sunghoon now holding onto the paper.
âisnât (l/n)(y/n) your senior, jjong?â sunghoon calls out, making said boy read carefully the name with the signature on top.
âoh yeah! we had a marketing communication class together. didnât know you knew her, hyung.â
heeseung steps in between them as he snatches the paper out of sunghoonâs grip in a quick frame. his eyes scan the paper that is writtenâthe letter to the university administration about your statusâand he can see his name printed on the side of the paper from yours. then, he finally read the note you have sticking onto the paper.
sign it and give it to the administration office. if youâre serious.
âwon, itâs your turn to play,â he said as the boys stared at him. âi have things to do, plus i have a morning class tomorrow.â
âokay, hyung.â jungwonâs answer was followed by his offer to the older boys to continue the match as he felt another hand holding onto his forearm, turned to see the youngest boy with a small smile on his face.
âyou gotta have to let us meet this (y/n) noona. i bet sheâs pret-â
âgo back to your place, riki-kun. jakeâs calling for you.â
âhey, lanky. come on before i make you and jungwon switch.â jaeyunâs voice penetrates through the conversation at the correct moment as the smirk on heeseungâs face is growing. theyâre leaving him alone as he walks towards his backpack and duffle bagâfinally feeling the surging soreness from pushing himself hard while training and off-training. sure, itâs excessive. but the tournament is a month away from now, and he had to train for that, knowing that the matches would be back-to-back if he passed the quarter-finals.
the wood of the bleachers screeches beneath his body as he pulls out his pen, staring at the paper one last timeâtrembling breaths coming out from him. who knew that a single signature could hold so much power?
yet with how you are trying to deter him, to remind him that signing this will mean that the whole university will now know lee heeseung is a future father: that actually made him shake. he could feel the boiling anxiousness giving a few pumps of steam into his mind, clouding the plans he had already made in his mind from the information jeongin told him. he knows the future scenarios on both sides.
but fuck it, right? heâs not usually caring about what other people perceive. so what if he is known as a dad in nine months? but, he had to think about the parental leave youâre proposingâit might actually make him graduate late.
yet, the view is clear as he lets his pen glide on the paper.
the baby and your scowling face as you realize that his doing is the one that makes that baby so healthy.
tucking the paper in between his laptop and his wireless earbuds on his ears, he waves goodbye to the boys who are playing with sunoo giving a beautiful lay-up before he pushes the door to get out of the gym. the streetlights shining the pathways as he still can see students roaming around the campus at nightâmost are going to the library to maybe pull an all-nighter.
the screen illuminates his face as he scrolls down at the text jimin had sent him about you. but he had to do another victory lap first when he dialed the generic full nameâs number.
âhello?â
âthat will not work, (y/n).â
heeseung heard the grainy chuckle in his ear as he let his musclesâ memories take him home in the night's dark. eyes staring at the path that opens up onto the sidewalk where sparse vehicles are going about on the asphalt streets.
âso you sign it?â he caught the way you sigh against your phone while heeseung is focusing on both the conversation and what jimin texted about your condition.
âand iâll be giving it to the office.â
âhmm, okayâŚâ heeseungâs eyes scan through the words, letting his face contort and relax as he consumes it to his mind before itâs broken by a grainy sound of metal from your end.
âalso, thanks, by the way. for the arugula. made me vomit my stomach out.â heeseung heard you reply as it slowly became more mumbled, hearing you eating your dinnerâs food as the noises of the night came back into his cochlea, shaking his nerves as only white noises entertained him as he looked aroundâseeing his apartment building at the distance.
âand donât make jimin ask chaeryeong about me again. sheâs traumatized now and we have each otherâs number saved.â
heeseung didnât want to save your number at first. but when his mom brought him to her meeting with your mom, catching up after a long time and discussing that both of you have been accepted by the same university, they insisted that you both to have each otherâs numbers saved. âfor emergency sake, so you both have each other to rely on.â his mom explained, making him discreetly roll his eyes while you continue to listen to your music without giving a glance to him. yet, youâre the one that gave him your phone first so he can type his number, making a small â:pâ the first thing you text to him.
âiâll tell him.â he clicked his tongue as he caught the way you omit another information from him.
âbut youâre not gonna tell me you have a doctorâs appointment next week?â
âhowâd you kno-â
âjimin, from chaeryeong, and so, from you.â his smile gets bigger. âgotta have to thank jimin for that one.â
âso you want to join? what if you have a class?â
heeseungâs feet brought him to the lobby of his apartment building, his vision now on the elevator as he stated something so obvious to him.
âi have questions and i rather miss class than leave it unanswered.â
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your hands are tugged inside your hoodieâs front pocket as you wait for your name to be called. the usual soreness is tamed as you let chaeryeong massage your back carefully, relaxing most of the tender muscles that are holding you up. you can see a little bump protruding out of your stomach that was not there when you discovered you were pregnant in week 8.
remembering the way you have to buy five pregnancy tests is ridiculous when your only symptoms are headaches and vomiting. but it quickly escalates to morning sickness and how you notice just how sensitive your senses have becomeâthe way your fingers realize little grains of crayon as you pick up the kidsâ drawing to how youâre triggered by little noises coming out off your room. it feels too strange for it to be food poisoning and with all five tests showing two blue stripes: all the problems you have faced for the past monthâwhy your period is late, the morning sicknessâall click inside your mind.
your girls were the first ones you spoke to, recalling how they waited in front of your shared bathroom as you flipped the tests around, hitting you one by one with the truth of your condition. then tears start to show as overwhelming emotions compete to show dominance and you hear chaeryeongâs voice from behind the knocks on the door. you open the door to feel them hugging you as you show them the tests, how they canât wait to be your babyâs cool aunts from differing perspectives as they know of your history related to children, pregnancy, and motherhood from taking care of so many children, how your parents open up to you about why they couldnât give you a younger sibling, and the responsibility you are willing to take care for them. at that moment they hugged, youâve already fallen in love with your baby and you are determined to let them have a happy life.
the obstetrics and gynecology departmentâs walls were more pastel than the other parts of the hospital. maternity pack posters hanging as you read the words, planning your next steps as you waited by the door to your doctor. your fingers interlocked and thumbs twirling around each other as you attentively listen to the open door and your name being called. scouring your eyes around, you saw a little playground area for kids barren as you eyed the small set, mothers around you waiting also for their appointmentâsome with a sleeping baby in their hands, another with a large bump. the atmosphere is so serene that you can collect your thoughts and arrange them for the next seven months from your due date.
âhey, (y/n).â
your eyes blink as you turn around in your seat to face forward once again, looking up to find the familiar face youâve been thinking about for the past few days.
heeseung wears a simple hoodie like you do, both of his hands tucked into the front pocket as the strap of his bag crosses his chest. a thin-lipped smile on his face as you didnât see his usual resting bitch expression.
âheeseungâŚâ you reply as you gnaw on the inside of cheek as he stands there, âi havenât gotten the call from the doctor yet. so you can sit down.â your eyes glance quick at the vast space beside yours on the sofa you are also sitting down. he gave a quick nod before sitting on the space beside yours, a noticeable space between the two of you as you both lean more against each of the tables placed as the barriers between the sofas. even if you felt a piercing presence beside you, you tried your best not to look at him. the phone call when he called you was the last time you spoke with your voice to himâyou having small talk with him as he found in the hospital doesnât really countâyet he still gave you another box of ingredients for your unborn child this week, no arugula this time.
well, you are glad to see beomgyu more and you donât mind seeing beomgyu every week if heâs the one that does heeseungâs errands for his child.
both of you stare forward at the doors and wall in front of you, nearing mirroring each other even by the slight twitch of both of you wanting to look at each other. but, also not really. the tension is stronger than when you told him youâre pregnant with his child. the fucking effects of the continued declaration of rivalry as you can calculate how far both of you are willing to push even for the past week and you can guess what you both will push more for the next 7 months.
âmiss (l/n) (y/n)?â the door opened as the nurse spoke of your name making you jump up from your seat as heeseung followed behind you to enter the doctorâs room.
â(y/n)!â the young doctor said enthusiastically as you sat down on the chair in front of the desk.
âdoctor park!â you answered, cadence matched hers.
âhow have you- oh.â dr. park looks at the man entering behind you, looking between the three women in the room and the empty chair near the door before he hears her speak, âis this the dad?â
âyes, iâm the dad, lee heeseung,â he replied steadily as dr. park, who is standing up, shoots her hand out to him.
âiâm dr. park jihyo, (y/n)âs ob-gyn doctor. didnât expect to meet you as (y/n) said that the dad might not be involved.â
heeseungâs eyebrows were raised, chortling as he realized what you implied, âafter she told me, i decided to be involved.â his eyes peek from the side to see you giving a stare with no movements on your lips, sitting down on the chair beside of yours as you want to continue with your appointment.
âwell, welcome to your tenth week of being pregnant. how are you feeling?â dr. park asks, looking at you with a warm smile as you see the nurse taking care of your document.
âthe morning sickness kinda gets pretty worse and overflows out of the morning. definitely more sensitive towards scent, flavor, and texture. i also have already sensed growth on the bump since it is a bit more protruding than usual.â your hand unconsciously caresses the hoodie covered in your stomach, feeling the tenderness of the skin that is just muscles of your abdomen being pushed to cater to the baby.
âyour stomach and intestines are being pushed by the uterus as the fetus grows and itâs very normal. since we already did the blood and urine test and went over your family history back in your first appointment, we can go to an ultrasound to check the growth of your baby.â dr. park replied as she nodded at the nurse who instantly walked to the bed and set things up for your scan.
âiâm sorry to bother you, doctor. but i have a question.â
your head shifts towards heeseung as he asks, the doctor just giving him a nod.
â(y/n) said to me sheâll get a plan b pill after our⌠time. yet, she still got pregnant, but isnât that still supposed to work?â the way his voice pitches makes you hold on to a smile, recalling to when you asked the doctor the same question in your first appointment. you gave the doctor a big nod for her signal.
âwell, (y/n) said to me she consumed a plan b pill less than 24 hours after your intercourse. but plan b pill, or levonorgestrel, works by delaying the release of the egg from the ovaries. she also said that her period, which started around a week or two weeks before she discovered she was positive, was late. so, we can assume that while you two have sex, (y/n) was already in her early stages of ovulation with the egg being released into the fallopian tube and the egg got fertilized.â
heeseung nods along with the doctorâs words as you remember the same explanation given to you in the previous meeting. youâve tried using pills before but you know it will affect your hormone and physical health in the long runâyou are not a serial fucker unlike a few people you recognizeâso you rely on protection like condoms and morning-after pills right after that. heeseung not wearing one makes you want to laugh at how funny the scenario is and how you can just remain rivals for the rest of your life if you remind him to put on the rubber.
the nurse calls for as you follow her, stepping out of your shoes as you lay down on the bed. she gently brushes your hoodie up as your skin is exposed while she also pulls the band of your pants down below right above your underwear line. the chairs move as you glance at heeseung following dr. park as she takes the seat beside you to check on the machinery. the liquid is cold as it touches your skin as your eyes catch heeseung who is looking at the exposed stomach where his unborn child is.
as the transducer spread around the gel on the stomach when you feel it pressed down, you looked at the screen across from you hanging on the ceiling as the doctor moved around, marking the size of your uterus. you heard her gasp as you turned to look at her warm smile that widens into a grin.
âcongratulations to you both!â she replied as she continued to move the transducer around, making you and heeseung realize that thereâs a fetus inside you, but not just one.
âTWINS?!â
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2. katana-like knife
heeseung gazes at the ultrasound he is holding with both hands, seeing the way the doctor has assigned twin 1 and twin 2 on the screen. the twins are in different sacs; he remembered what the doctor said, making them fraternal twins. she also says that not only you were ovulating when you two fuck, but you were releasing two different eggs around the same time and he got both of them pregnant.
he recalled both of you doing a hilarious staring contest as you couldnât stop yourself from making funny faces as the doctor described the growth of your twins. fucking heck, he hadnât told his friends that he was having twins. how his body trembles as the realization hits him while heâs looking at his babiesâyes, pluralâmakes him even want to be more attentive, to now realize that he had two to take care of. and those two make him know you have to adjust your diet once again.
if it werenât for him buying ingredients, he doesnât think you would adapt easily to what the babies need. heâs won on this occasion. but what comes next?
his phone vibrates on the table as he takes a glimpse of the text message showing on the lit-up screen.
(l/n) (y/n): iâm heading home for the weekend. my parents will definitely see that iâve been knocked up.
even he can see it as he had walked past you before on campus. youâre now wearing more oversized clothing piecesât-shirts, hoodies, cardigansâas he realized the slight bump on the surface of them. itâs been over two weeks since that check-up appointment and the growth has been faster than he expected.
(l/n) (y/n): not asking you to join me.
(l/n) (y/n): if you arenât brave enough to take the consequences, iâm fucking winning this :p
âthatâs itâ he shakes his head as he tugs the ultrasound picture into his wallet before putting it back in its place, hands opening the messages.
lee heeseung: threatening much. iâm in.
if you want to make this a competition, letâs make this a competition.
lee heeseung: hey mom. sorry for texting you randomly. but iâm going back home for the weekend.
all he had to do was wait, as he could hear the sound of his mom talking with your mom on the phone about how their children would be home together, asking to meet up.
and that moment goes exactly as he had expected as he drove the car with you in the passenger seat, leaning against the door as you both let the radio play boring-ass repeating pop songs from some random radio station. none of you seem to react, just to make each other annoyed enough to know who will concede and connect to bluetooth firstâeven not listening to good-ass music is a competition between you both.
you sighed extra loud as you listened to an old-ass pop song from the mid-2010s the radio seemed to have a lifetime contract for it to play for fucking ever. you wish you were the one driving now, but you didnât bring your car for this semester because it needed maintenance and you were in a healthier mood for this year. you catch a look at your phone, seeing your mom asking where you are right now as auntie lee has arrived at your homeâcooking up the food for all your family to enjoy.
âwhich one is your carâs bluetooth?â you gave up on hearing the radio station as you playfully checked every menu to find the bluetooth menu.
âthe brand of the car, duh,â he answered, still focusing on the highway as you remembered that itâs nearly a few exits away from the side of the town you and he grew up in. he took a glance at the bluetooth speaker as he sees,
ââmitskiâs brainchild personifiedâ? you liked her that much?â he actually snorted, making you see the name on your phone on the screen in the middle of the dashboard.
âshut the fuck up. sheâs my comfort musician, just like kaede from slam dunk is your comfort character.â the way your fingers lightly tap against your phone, makes him chuckle as he can hear you holding onto your emotion from not spilling through your words, not commenting on how you mentioned his liking for slam dunk as if you remember it so well, even if it also stuns him.
youâre playing a playlist of yours that is just⌠instrumentals. a perfect playlist to hear whilst commuting as you let yourself take a breather from this world. eyes gazing to the window outside as you rested your phone on your lap. the scent of heeseungâs cologne accustomed your memories as you let the music speak while you both remained quiet. maybe, because it is an instrumental track that you both couldnât comment on, that he canât take a jab at your music taste unless you put on mitski or boygenius, that it gives a soundtrack so vague it resembles the way you perceived your relationship to each. sure, you still hate him for everything he has done to you in the name of winning. but, with two babies on the way, the concept of the rivalry between you both is there yet so blurry. which one is a concrete rivalry? which one is the softer one? why should you trust what he gave to you? why did he join in to take care of them?
the car zooms fast on the highway, yet you can see slower cars on the outside of the highway and faster cars zooming past you on the other lane. itâs like what your dad had said beforeâ"you donât feel how fast life is until you look at other peopleâs lives"âand to think that you will be home in overtly large clothing to hide your bump to know that heâs going to be a granddad just concretes the idea of that in your mind. you turn your head to glance at the backseat, seeing the shopping bag you had prepared besides what heeseung also has for his family, who heâll meet at your house.
stepping out of the car, you stood at the carpool of your house filled with carsâother than yours and your parents inside the garageâwhen you watched your mom and heeseungâs mom walk out of the porch, barefooted, to greet you. the warmth of your momâs hug felt so overwhelming that you had to sink your emotions as you blamed your hormones for making you too sensitive.
the interior of the house feels so lively from the last time you went home during the semester break. maybe itâs because of the way your mom has another guest in the form of the lee family and the smell of the delicious you know both of your moms had made together with their aprons still on as they guide you inside. even as they walked to the kitchen, you could hear them whisper.
âsince when did (y/n) and heeseung arrive here together and in the same freaking car?â auntie lee asks.
â(y/n) didnât bring her car this semester so i guess she doesnât wanna waste any more money for transport.â mama answered.
both of your moms have always tried to make you close and youâve always tried to tone down your rivalry in front of them, effortlessly acting in front of them as nice friends when you give him a snide look behind their backs any chance you can get. your bickering can escalate so much that you will have a shouting match in the arcade as heeseung doesnât want to give up his time to play for you, making both of your moms force you to apologize to each other before that bickering returns at schoolâs classes where theyâre not there for you two to mediate. maybe thatâs why you donât perceive heeseung as an enemy. merely a rival; because your mom never talked bad about heeseung no matter what happened between the two of you and it seems that heeseungâs mom has also done the same to him.
the two shopping bags sit on the coffee table as you watch both of your dads talking about dad stuff. heeseungâs attention is on his phone as heâs typing something on the screen while you unconsciously rub your stomach hidden beneath your top, waiting for all of them to settle down around the coffee table as they want to open the shopping bags together.
âwhat did you bring me?â mama asks in a sing-song manner as heeseungâs mom giggles beside her. you stood beside heeseung with your hands behind you as the husbands looked at the similar-looking gift boxes in each of their wivesâ hands.
âdonât tell me. is it the jewelry i showed you those months ago, hee?â
ânah, itâs not. dadâs planning to buy that one for you.â
heeseungâs dadâs face turns into a scowl, seemingly angry as if his son has spoiled his plan while the boy just widens his smile before gazing back at his mom.
âwell, together?â mama asked to his mom.
âyeah, 3, 2⌠1!â
the box opens as youâre holding your breath, also holding back your smirk as you can view the way papaâs eyebrows crease as he canât believe what he is saying. heeseungâs mom was the first one to openly express her shock by literally jumping from her seat and box thrown towards his dadâs as he took a good stare at it, making you glance at him you actually won the bidding on who would be shocked first between the two.
âNO, FUCK- WAIT?!â his mom stares between the two of you before your mom jumps from her space to also gaze at you, holding onto the paper. giving him a nudge with your elbow. you didnât expect him to wrap his arm behind your shoulders.
âyeah⌠the babies are ours-â
âno fucking way!â your mom actually shouted as she hyperventilates while heeseungâs mom covers her mouth, contemplating on what to do when she felt her body being squished by her best friend, hugging her tight as they turn to hug each other while heeseungâs dad gives his box to your dad so he could see it clearly.
âsince when are you two together?â papa asked as you tried to let heeseungâs grip from your shoulder.
âuncle, we arenât together. we just hook up and-â
âWEâRE GOING TO BE IN-LAWS.â you can hear mama cheer as both of the women twirl around the small space, making you feel even more guilty for breaking the immersion as you stop budging away from heeseungâs hold. rolling your eyes, you stare at heeseung and lean in close to his ear, whispering.
âbad fucking ideaâŚâ
âat least theyâre happy, right? well, i won because of that.â
mama interrupts both of you as she gives you both an enormous hug while heeseungâs mom comes from behind. you could see the tears coming out of mamaâs eyes who rested her head against your shoulder.
âughh, too tight.â
âstop it, honey! (y/n) looks so uncomfortable.â papa reminded.
âoops, sorry!â your mom lets go of her hold as heeseungâs mom slotted between the two of you as she pushes in on the excess fabric of your clothes, making you grip both sides of your top and pull it backward so she can see your bump already showing.
âhi, baby!â
âitâs babies.â heeseungâs dad cuts in as his wife follows with, âthereâs two of them?â
âi swear to god.â heeseungâs old man brushes his face, unbelievable that his wife didnât see the two sacs from the ultrasound as you give your mom a nod, her hands carefully holding onto your waist.
âfraternal twins,â you confirmed to her as you watched another batch of fresh tears coming out of her eyes.
âhello, you two. youâre going to have the best mom ever.â
âand dad too.â heeseungâs mom replied as she moved to stand in front of you two, seeing his grown son seemingly glowing as she spoke of him being the best dad to his two unborn children.
âokay. i gotta have to make the red meat well done then.â mama cuts out as she hastily moves to the kitchen to cook back her meat-based meal, letting auntie lee replace her place as she caresses the bump gently.
âhow long has it been?â she asked as you opened your mouth to reply.
âwe did the ultrasound two weeks ago. so itâs week 12 now.â heeseung cuts you off as she gazes back at her son.
âwhat have you two already prepared?â
âwe gave a letter to the university for future parents and they agreed to let me take online classes entering 5 months because i only have three classes, one is that's doing a study case, and they let heeseung have parental leave if i give birth. i havenât found the right doula yet but my supervisor at the daycare has a connection to one and i think it will be her. she has given me the number so i just have to text her,â you answered.
âis it near campus?â she replied.
âyeah, because i donât want to graduate late. thatâs why i decided to stay near campus during it.â you have thoughts on if you should just take a break this semester to focus on your pregnancy or not multiple times by now. but, of course, the rivalry comes back as you still want to keep pace with heeseung and your friends who will be graduating next semester.
âyou should take a semester leave, (y/n).â heeseung cuts off your thought as you peek at him.
âiâve already got what i wanted from the uni and itâs fine, heeseung. i can keep up.â
âwell, you can, but what if you donât take care of the babies?â
âof course, i can take care of the babies-â
ânot by being stressed over college.â
âheeseung-â you turn your body towards him as you grip both of his upper arms, firm hands holding him as you stare down at him. âi know whatâs best for me. i know what my limits are. iâve trusted you enough with the food but you should also trust me to know how to take care of myself outside of nutrition.â
your teeth are grinding against each other as your fiery gaze stays on him, even as you let go of the grip. it stays for a few more seconds as you turn back to head to the dads who seem to be forgotten by the sofa, seeing papa teary-eyed as he hugs and kisses your head before you let heeseungâs dad hug you.
his mom turns towards him, cupping his cheek. âshe knows what sheâs doing, heeseung.â
âbut how should i know itâs right? cause thatâs not right for me. my friendâs mom said that a pregnant woman should focus on preparing herself for her birth and doing college doesnât seem to prepare her for that.â heeseung sighed as he looked at his mom, not expecting a slight hurt on her face.
âi was still doing my job when i was pregnant with you, heeseung. your dad trusted me for that cause he knows my limits, might be even more than i do. let her be and you might learn that she knows how to take care of herself, too.â her hand brushed away the fringe on his forehead, eyes glistening as she let out a small warm smile at him. the hurt falling away as heeseung sees her momâs signature smile of knowing before she brought him in his arms, hugging him tight as he glances at you who is giving him a small look with a tight-lip smile before you turn away to the dining room.
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heeseung stares at the glow-in-the-dark stars sticking on the ceiling. his back being stretched out on the floor as he laid on the comforter beside the single bed where youâre still playing with your phone. he remembered how he beggedâtrying to persuadeâhis parents to bring him home with them. but knowing that heâll only be staying for one night and you two are âtogetherâ, they decide for him to stay with you instead. you can see how his fuming breath was held as you glanced at him with an unidentifiable look at the dining table, his parents believing you would let him stay in your bed.
but he insists on lying down on the floor, knowing the history between the two of you they donât know, as you silently agree.
printed pictures still hang on one side of the room when he looks at them as long as the bedside lamp is still on. he remains silent, eyes tired from looking at his phone so much to distract him from his reality when he hears the rummaging movement on the mattress as you put the phone on the table.
âwell, night, heeseung.â the click of the lamp is big in the white-noised room as darkness envelops the space, letting in the moon and streetlights outside beam their shine inside. your eyes easily adjust to the surroundings as you puff your one-less pillows on the bed to find the right positionâknowing the ache of sleeping in the wrong position when you are carrying two fetuses inside you.
âsince when did you work in a daycare?â
the manâs words overcome your action as you brush the cover of the pillow.
âwhy do you wanna know?â you put the pillows in the right position as you lay your head and back against it.
âsince your mom proclaimed that youâll be the mom ever.â
heeseung is reminded of the way you look when your mom says that, a look of pride coming out of your eyes as you unconsciously nod knowingly. even if you and him are close by proximityâby being your momsâ children, by being schoolmates, by having roommates who stay in proximity with each otherâthereâs still something that you donât know about each other. because if the opposites know, they can use it as leverage to bring any of the two down.
âhad a few babysitting gigs during high school days. i started to like it more and decided when i go to hybe, iâve volunteered for a non-formal school for children and more. i decided to do a part-time job at a daycare and yeahâŚâ you replied, laying down by your side as if you could see heeseung beside you when he is, in fact, below you.
âit doesnât match with your major though.â heeseung gives a snide comment as you sigh loudly.
âso what if a business major canât connect with my passion for childcare- fuck me.â you stopped to remind yourself to stop taking the bait from heeseung because you know he was making these comments to break your confidence within yourself. you could discuss how making and taking care of a business could resemble making and taking care of a child, but with the way he had pissed you off today in more ways than one, you rather stick that thought to yourself and instead, take offense towards him.
âwhy did you wrap your arm around my shoulders?â
heeseung glances towards the bed, seeing your silhouette on the top forming a dark shadow because of your comforter shielding it.
âi had to. so they know the babies are ours,â he replied with the thought that first came to mind after he already had his arm behind youâblaming his underlying consciousness for doing that.
âand it makes them believe weâre together when weâre not. look at us now.â both of your arms stretch out of the comforter to tell him just how big the situation you got yourself into cause how many white lies must you tell your parents to hide that this is because of a hookup, not because you are romantically linked?
your staggered giggles drop as you try to glance downwards at him, the arm nearest to the floor left hanging as heeseung didnât comment on what you said. âwell, this just got more complicated.â
âour situation is complicated since the start, (y/n).â
âwell, i know who to blame for making our strings get more tangled with our parents cause fuck you, heeseung.â
he saw the lone middle finger standing tall from the silhouette of your figure before you picked yourself up and lay all your weight on the bed, turning the other side as heeseung followed; both of you staring at the opposites of the room, knowing that your bodies needed to rest so you can face each other again in the morning.
the time between that night and how you both lived after you went back to your own places near campus was a week when you texted him about the doula that you had told at your parentâs home. the car was left in neutral with the handbrake lifted as heeseung waited at the daycare where you work. his eyes gaze at the differing modes of transport each guardian is picking up the kids with before looking at the lobby as he sees you and another attendant saying goodbyes to the kids. he watches as a few of them hug you and even a few let their cheek rested against your growing bump before you take a glance forward at them who is going back to be with their parents, noticing his car for a few seconds before you return inside to take your items.
the backpack is hanging off your shoulders as you take another sliced fried potato from the container when you enter the passengerâs seat beside his driverâs one, resting your back against the seat with your bag there to support you. âhello! iâve sent you the address, right?â
he stares at you with his squinting eyes, âyou should not eat that.â
âitâs cravings, heeseung. itâs totally normal. the doula can count me on that.â you chew another fry as heeseung lets out a mumble under his breath as he moves the handbrake and puts the gear to drive, reeling the car forward as he drives you to the doulaâs office. both of your moms have suggested several doulas for you to choose from, but you reminded them youâre having twins. so having a doula who specializes in taking care of moms birthing multiples will be helpful as it is also your first time.
playfully, you fly a french fry like an airplane towards heeseung as he drives, like the usual time you try to feed kids at the daycare. it nudges against his lips a few times before he bit it, pulling it off your fingers; making you let out a chuckle cause he canât even resist it himself.
the parking lot was pretty barren as you only saw a few vehicles when you both walked out of the cars. you adjust the backpack once again on your back as the chime from the car tells you it is now locked as you enter the office building.
thanking the receptionist, you and he stood in front of the doulaâs office as you knocked the door.
the door opens as a soft-spoken woman says from the inside, âmiss (l/n)(y/n)?â
âyes, i am.â
âoh, come in. come in.â the door widened as heeseung could see the things inside the large office room. a desk in one corner and a cabinet stood behind it. accolades and certifications by the desk with a sofa on the corner beside the door. a box of what seems to be baby toys beside the sofa as posters are hanging on the wall. from the anatomical look of a baby inside their momâs uterus to words of encouragement towards mothers.
âiâm haseul. nice to meet you.â the woman shook your hand as she then glanced at heeseung who was still wandering around.
âoh, uh, this is heeseung, the babiesâ daddy.â you refer to his name as he looks at the lady, shaking her hand as she looks between the two of you.
âso, both of you arenât married or dating-â
âno, weâre childhood friends and hooked up, and this happened.â heeseung blurts out as you raised your eyebrows, poking your tongue in the cheek. haseul nodded her head as she let both of you sit down in front of the desk.
âfirst, congratulations on the twins. you must be nervous to find that out.â
âof course, especially as a first-time mom. but, iâm feeling pretty okay.â
âthatâs good, iâve also sent you the questionnaire for you to fill on your plan for giving birthâŚâ haseulâs voice traces out as heeseung glances at the portrait frame of her holding onto a baby with a mom, a glance at the book about post-partum, and a baby doll on top of the cabinet right in front of a corner window. he could only catch onto some words he recognized from jeongin telling himâbirth, dilation, cramps, anesthesia, cesareanâas he sensed himself getting overwhelmed, especially when he had the second preliminary match in two days and his gig in being the documentation for a baseball match for hybe uni too.
his thumbs caressed his fingertips as he sensed the sweat forming on his palm, the same feeling he has every time he has to go to match. to then realize just how ready you seem by how eloquently you say the words for your requests to the doula like youâve grown up much more than he is even though both of you are the same age. sure, he felt the leverage the first time when he sent you food and a few tips he makes beomgyu do; but his knowledge couldnât compete with yours and it scares him to know he is losing his stance from above you. to know that youâre much more ready than him.
âheeseungâŚâ he heard someone calling for him, before something wrapped around his wrist, taken aback to see you brought him back to the room he was in.
âsorry⌠what did you say?â heeseung replied as haseul gave him a warm smile.
âiâve heard from (y/n) that you have known some knowledge of pregnancies but i could give you some sources to read because it is your first time as a dad as well.â the woman said to him calmly, looking at heeseung as if she can read his body language. your hold on his wrist stays as you rub the inside of his wrist with your thumb. âwe have also discussed that (y/n) will try the normal route with water birth and if she canât handle it, sheâll be going with cesarean. we could also do an appointment every two weeks as both of you are students now, but it is best if you come so you can understand each process as she is entering the second trimester.â
âi understand. iâll try my best to set my schedule so i can join her.â heeseung glanced at you, who was giving a nod before you let go of your hold as he seemed to be anchored back in the room. the woman gives a small smile as she starts a lecture on the process of pregnancy, childhood, and parenthood. another class that heeseung doesnât want to get in the first place, but knowing his determination to be the best dad everâas what his mom believes him to beâhe follows along with writing notes in his book as you have with your laptop. the class that he has to pass so he can take care of his children as best as he can.
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even with the music booming from around his space, heeseung still felt like something was different. his eyes rested on the plastic-colored cup filled with a concoction of alcohol he didnât knowâhe could taste the gin and what seemed to be fanta in it. the sigma muâs frat house lits up in motion as he eyes the way the expensive big-ass speakers are scattered around the room, gazing at the familiar faces of his peers and juniors he has seen while walking around campus.
something stirs within him as he eyes his friends who are hereâbeomgyu who is by the speaker as he talks with the dj, jimin with his dance crew friends, jeongin with his class friend, while heeseung sits with sunoo and sunghoon on either side of him. thatâs when he caught onto the silhouette of some familiar faces every time he comes across a certain person; every time he comes across you.
âexcuse me, gang.â heeseung would like to thank himself for being able to stand up so stable even with the nearly empty cup, excusing himself from his basketball teammates to walk towards the frat boys of sigma mu to find the vp and his girlfriend by his side.
âwinterâŚâ he calls with the nickname he heard you and others call her before as said girl turns towards him with her boyfriendâs arm still behind the sofa.
âlee heeseung.â she spoke out with a grin on her face, âwhat makes you come in front of us?â
âi was wondering,â âfuck itâ heeseung drinks up the whole liquid that remains inside the cup, hoping that his alcohol tolerance still be able to support him to be stable, âhas (y/n) ever talked to you about a doula check-up or some other thing?â
âshe shouldâve told me if thereâs gonna be a checkup but i donât think there is one nearest from now.â minjeong replies as she lets sungchan take care of her drink so she can comfortably talk to the boy in front of them.
âah, really?â
âyeah!â minjeong replied before giving another smile. thatâs when someone crashes to wrap their arms around minjeong and sungchan, making the two jump as they turn to see ryujinâs head between both of them before giving minjeong a peck on the temple.
âhey, (y/n)âs baby daddy. whatchu up to?â
heeseung chuckles as he looks between the two girlsââno wonder you have them as your friends, all of them are similar after allââbefore he opens his mouth.
âjust checking whatâs (y/n) up to-â
âwell, sheâs not here. for your information.â ryujin lets out a smirk, âyou must really wanna talk to her about something.â
âa doula appointment.â sungchan replied, âand you know how (y/n) is aboutâŚâ the boy glances at, âhim.â
heeseungâs teeth grit against each other as he senses they are hiding something from him. maybe because of your doing so you can prove to everyone that he isnât as committed to his children as he spoke about.
âyou and minjeong arenât home, so i presume (y/n) is with chaer-â
âsomeoneâs calling my name?â
heeseung sighs as he turns towards the voice of chaeryeong who is holding two cups of drinks as she gives one to ryujin.
âheâs asking about (y/n).â minjeong nods toward chaeryeong when she lets out a small ah before turning her head to stare at heeseung.
âsince chan here invited all four of us at the frat party, she really wanted to be here but, of course, cause sheâs preggo with YOUR children, she couldnât. but all of us went out of the apartment together and she was holding a duffle bag of some sort.â
âwhere is she going?â heeseung doesnât hesitate to ask, making your three friends look at each other and giggle.
âyou seem desperate enough. sheâs at the park near our apartment complex. she complained about needing a light workout because of how much her back is hurting.â ryujin said as heeseung could picture the park, knowing where you lived because he had picked you up for your trip back home for the weekend.
âokay, thanks all of you.â heeseung places the cup on the table beside the sofa where minjeong sits and turns away, letting the sense of fresh air flowing inside the frat house guide him to the nearest exit as he arrived on the pavement, feeling the stuffiness inside him getting lighter as he gave a text in his group chat heâll be leaving early.
the walk there was pleasant, to say the least, because the suburban town the campus is in is pretty sparse compared to the city where heeseung and you live. there is enough place for it to be called a big town but not enough skyscrapers to be called a metropolis. and with the inconsiderable amount of apartment complexes available near campus, he already pinpointed the park where you might be.
crossing the black-and-white stripes, he arrived at one of the entrances of the park where he still could see a few people doing their activities insideânight jogging, playing chess under the streetlights, and a couple who was on a date. he was reminded of what ryujin said about how you might need exercise, but the duffle bag says to him you might stay in one place rather than walking around the park as the main event of your exercise time.
heeseungâs feet instantly brought him to the place that he had gone before in this park as it is the same park near where sunghoon, jay, and jake liveâmaybe they live in the same complex as you doâwhen he finds the silhouette lightly jog behind the trees from the path he is on. the sound of rubber meeting the concrete slaps across the nightâs atmosphere as he sees you in the middle of the basketball court, wearing a sweatshirt where he could see the bump pushing against the fabric. the basketball bouncing between your palm and the ground creates the familiar sound as you jog toward the ring and shoot your shot. the ball hits the backboard enough that it bounces into the basket.
âfuck yesâŚâ you exclaimed as you grabbed the bouncing ball into your hand, heaving as you brushed the sweat of your skin right underneath the spotlight shining on the court.
thatâs when you pick up the scraping on the concrete and clap when you turn around to look at the last person you want to see tonight.
âyou still got it,â heeseung commented, making you scoff as you took a few steps back so you stood adjacent to the free throw circle. holding up the basketball between your hands as you tried to remember the position before pushing towards the ring. the basketball curves as it hits the edge of the box instead.
âdammit!â
âyou spun your ball,â heeseung replies as the ball flies into his arm, naturally guiding it into a dribble as he walks towards you.
âi didnât.â
âyour wrist was twisted and it makes your hand doesnât flop straight towards the ring.â he walks towards your side as he shows you the way to hold it, making you glance at the arm muscles that form from holding the ball so much as he throws the ball, creating a perfect arch that it bounces on the back of the rim before it flies and the basket catches its fall. your body immediately reaches for it before heeseung can as you return to your spot whilst dribbling alternating between left and right.
âi know.â you lightly roll your eyes as you grab onto the basketball once again, wiping your sweat palm against your sweatshirt before you feel the right grip as you return to your position, reminding yourself to let the ball fly and not twist your ball before you threw it.
you heard a click of the tongue as you saw a pair of hands reaching to hold yours, making your hand move to the position as you picked up heeseungâs breath beside your ear. startled, your shoulder nudges against his chest as you hear a small âackâ before you throw the basketball, seeing it twirl in the air. you can hear heeseung saying âi told you so.â before it bounces against the backboard, but you are ready as you stride towards it to grab the ball before heeseung catches it and you quickly do a layup, gliding the ball as it bounces right at the small box above the rim as it bounces inside. you turn your body to face him, head tilted with a smug smile as the ball bounces before it rolls to heeseungâs feet.
but the smile falls as you see heeseung who is in his element, walking back to the three-point line and shooting his shot as the ball, once again, creates a perfect arc. the basket catches it into its net as heeseung walks towards the center of the court with a wide grin on his face. the ball bounces near you as you hold it and dribble once more, glancing at it, the court, and heeseung once again as you shake your head, scolding yourself to take things slow for your and your babiesâ sake. the sudden epiphany makes your eyelids flutter as you dribble away at a steady walking pace around the court.
your footsteps are met with another as heeseungâs legs stride towards you, a smirk on his face showing as he replies, âthatâs why you were put in the point guard position.â
âhmmâŚâ your reply is small as you continue to dribble away the basketball, making you and he walk around the court together before he cuts through the silence.
âwhy did you stop playing basketball in high school?â
your body stood still as you let your muscle memory do your job of dribbling the ball, shifting your head towards his even if you look away.
âyou were, well, it seems to be still are, good at it,â he added.
the memories of your first year in high school from the extracurricular showcase come back as you are already determined to stop playing basketball, focusing on doing something else that you were interested in.
âi got tired of it,â you replied, but heeseung seemed to notice that it was not all the truth.
âandâŚâ
the ball stops bouncing as you hold it against you, wrapping your arm across your front along with the ball as you glare at him and reply, âyou.â
âme?â
âyeah, you. i stopped playing because of you.â you turn around and set your eyes on the bench where your bag is. your water bottle calling for you so you can hydrate yourself as you give in.
âreally, huh? wow, that was another victory i didnât expect-â
âfucking hell, heeseung. thatâs why- this-â you gulped down your saliva, âwhat you become because of it is why i stop. i know our moms are outstanding basketball players at their time and weâve gotten the signal to be like them but-â you hold back as you throw the bottle inside the bag, holding yourself down as your hands form fists.
basketball has always been a large part of your life before you were even born. your mom and heeseungâs met because of their love of basketball as they became skilled players together. your mom and dad meet up because of basketball. you still remember the amount of pictures of your parents in their high school days in their basketball jerseys in the photo albums. even if they donât pursue it professionally, it still becomes a large part of their life as it also spills onto you.
with the amount of time you have interacted with childrenâas it makes you see your own experience as a child in a different viewâmany of them like to mimic what their parents do before they form their own sense of self. you can see it with the way one child at the daycare is always playing doctor with dolls, figures, and plushies because one of their parents is a doctor. you were like that. youâve heard and seen just how impactful basketball is to your mom that you want to be just like her, making you join the teams during your elementary and middle schools.
to see and feel the influence of your rival during practice and tournaments around you was overwhelming.
the tug-of-war between the basketball in between both of your hands is just the beginning of what kinds of rivalry you and him have during practice. even if your coaches assigned you to the same team, you or he, depending on who is first, will reach out to the coach to be put into the other team. even if you two had to practice together, hidden aggression is flying to the roof, which includes passing the ball so hard that it had even made your nose bleed. as time goes on and the many matches you and he have to compete in as you two have to watch each other to âencourageâ each otherâs team, you had notice the way you fell out of love of basketball because of how there are more bad memories associated with it even if you were being trusted as a captain for one season and scoring many buzzer beaters to let your team and school win the tournament.
âyouâve become so much better with it as i lost interest. i still remember when the coach brought me to the nurseâs office cause you passed the ball so hard that it hit my face. in the middle of practice for the last season in middle school, thatâs when i knewâŚâ you take steps closer as you now stand in front of him.
âi knew iâm in a losing battle against you.â
your muscles twitched as you wanted to let out a smirk when you noticed the hidden expression heeseung failed to hide, the little shock he had gotten to show. yet, the emotion that is enveloping you held it down, as you now had to tell him the truth. why your rivalry seemed to expand outside of the scope that both of you are in.
âthatâs why i quit basketball. thatâs why i decide to pursue my own path even with you tailing behind me to comment on my every move. because i am sick of you. yet, i held back. i had to retaliate, just like what i did on that fucking playground when we were 5. cause iâm not afraid of you even though i know iâll lost in the end.â you chew the inside of your cheeks as heeseung seems to read your face while letting his brain figure out what you meant.
âthatâs why i wanted a fucking truce.â
with the way your facial muscles contort, it hurts you more and more as you feel the tears of pain forming, harboring the feelings you have felt for nearly two decades now. with your hand raised, you wiped the small drop of tear as you let out a huge breath, feeling just a bit of the weight in your rivalry falls offâright along with you.
as you let your body sit on the concrete ground, you push yourself back slowly as you settle and lay on it. heeseungâs conflicted face peeking from your vision while youâre trying to blur it out by focusing on the night sky. though the light pollution is still around you, you can still see tiny specks of stars behind the shadow of clouds of the night. stretching your back on the ground as you let your backbone rest after trying to make you stand upright while carrying two growing fetuses.
eyelids close, you let nature take control in calming your emotions and let heeseung process the information himself. the first time you truly open up yourself behind the mask of your personaâmaybe when he stays the night in your childhood room is one as you recall your feet resting against his sleeping figure, contemplating if you want to wake him up or not before gazing at the dusting basketball that you decide to bring back to your apartment after papa helps in blowing more air so it doesnât sag too much.
the sound of rustling leaves seems to be louder as you rest still, hearing a muffled thump beside you as you open your eyes, looking at your feet to then find another pair lying down right beside yours.
âyouâre the one that was throwing a fit and ruining my toy truck after i apologized.â you sighed as you took a peek to see heeseungâs head turning towards you, asserting dominance once again before looking back. you knew that if you replied with the same vibe to assert your own dominance, it would actually break you apart faster than the rate that you are now. however, you have one question that will be the right one to ask him about.
âdid you mean that?â
ââmeanâ what?â
âthe apology? did you mean that? cause i want you to look at it from my eyes, lee.â
heeseung traces back to that memory when he sees you teary-eyed face and his mom beside him, the boys he was playing with snickering on the side as they saw him getting in trouble with his then-friend. the âsorryâ mumbled out of him with his eyes on you but mind on the boys, who seemed to not snicker at him, but at you for being a pissy fit. but, deep down, he knewâŚ
âi meant it.â his reply makes you turn your head, mirroring his form as you let out a slight pout.
âwith that smile you were giving? hell no-â you rolled your eyes.
âi genuinely meant it. the boys that were there, they were behind you and they were laughing at us. i had to juggle facing you and them. i had to look fierce yet still can give you an apology. maybe thatâs why you see the smirk that you see. i was a fucking child, (y/n). weâre not as good as we are not in hiding complicated emotions to only let out one.â
your chest rises and falls as you see the apology smirk in a different light. you donât know if you should easily believe that or not, but after taking it into consideration, you could feel a small part of your inner child healing up before you realize the damage that you also have done to him.
âif it is genuine; iâm sorry, then. about the truck. you know how i felt now and why i did that.â you return to look at the sky once again as you hear the rustle beside you before peeking at heeseung who is also staring into the night, listening to him humming before you return to gaze back again.
âwhat would happen if i actually have the emotional intelligence to know that you were sincere that day?â your words cut off the silence as you felt the guilt pouring for it to be transformed into humor that was reciprocated well by heeseungâs chuckles.
âwell, we wouldnât have these two.â he playfully poked your belly, making you let out a small shriek before holding onto his wrist as you held his hand down between the two of you and you pivoted your head to see him.
âin all seriousness, i think we might have been the friends our moms see us to be because let me tell you, they see us differently than what we are having.â his words are replied with a hum as you added,
âi notice that too. glad we can be more civil in front of them.â
âwe still could, you know.â
with the way you didnât hold on to his wrist tightly, you felt the limb moving under your touch before his palm rested underneath your own. the wind blows against your sweaty top as it gives you shivers from the cold, hoping that your own temperature and a lifeline can help warm it up. and you can feel it warmer as you see heeseung pivot to mirror you. his fingers slid between yours as if he knew the little shivered breath you led out.
âhave each otherâs backs. emulate what they want.â
your eyes are galloping to the way the spotlight shines half of his as the other one is cast in shadows from facing the concrete. you could smell a faint scent of alcohol on him but with the life in his eyes, you knew he wasnât drunk. the way his eyes are also peering with slight twitches as before connecting with your gaze.
pushing one side of your upper body, you cup onto heeseungâs cheek as he leans up to connect your lips. your shoulder is pushing down against the ground as heeseungâs grip on your hand tightens, making it steady as you can hear his muffled hum from your kiss. your fingers curl to hold yourself up better before you feel his other hand reach for your waist and push you down so you both lay on the side.
both of you take turns to take a breath as you sense the tip of his nose brushing against yours. every time you let out a breath, the otherâs lips linger before connecting once. your legs curled as you felt the ticklish sensation surging through your nerves before heeseung pushed your lower back so it could stay for one last long kiss before he pulled away. your noses touch each other as you feel his hand on your waist trails to your bump, pressing it down gently as you lean back to see him looking down at the body he is holding. then, his eyes flick back to you as he can sense you slip away, turning yourself away from him as you push yourself up with your arms.
grabbing the lone basketball and putting it in the duffle bag, you zip it up and shift to find heeseung now upright, yet still with his legs stretched out on the ground.
âbaby steps, heeseung.â you pull away before giving a small salute.
âbaby steps.â
your voice echoes as heeseung watches you walk away, biting his bottom lip before a chuckle falls out of him as he knows he had to text you back his question about the appointment, knowing that you will reply to him.
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beomgyu breathed out as the elevator opened up to the now familiar hallway, holding onto the box that he had still had to bring even if heeseung already told him heâll do the next one himself because of what he told him. the box held fresh ingredients that jeongin also pinpointâcourtesy of his doctor momâon what you should eat, considering now that there are two of them inside you. beomgyu couldnât help but feel melancholic knowing that this was the last time heâd probably visit your apartment complex as⌠wellâŚ
but, other than bringing you todayâs box, beomgyu is here to pick you up for the doula appointment as heeseung will follow suit after practice. even his bandmates are weirded out as to why he has to do the errands, but knowing that theyâre in the process of rest mode whilst preparing to create new music and focusing on academics, he allows it, especially with how long he has been best friends with the guy.
he huffs as he positions the box again against his upper body, sliding his pointer finger to the bell as he picks up the familiar bell sounding in the room. but it seems like thereâs no one inside. heâs glad that he remembers the pin ryujin has given him as he pushes inside the door to see the clean empty living room of the apartment he has been in countless times when he had to put the box in himself. pushing off his shoes, he walks to the kitchen and places the box on the island counter before rushing towards the intercom to turn off the bell.
thatâs when he heard the noise of something familiar.
a guitar strumming sound of chords and the changes he recognized.
beomgyu took tiny steps towards one of the ajar doors in the hallway as the realization of the familiar sound widened his eyes. of course it was familiar to him, it was his song.
the nearly acoustic rendition of âskipping stonesâ with a familiar voice he had heard makes him peek through the door to find you sitting cross-legged on your bed, holding a nearly all-white guitar as you strum while having headphones on your head, singing the daylights out as your window lets the stream of lights in through the window. he lets you sing as he can see you glowâjeongin had mentioned to him that pregnant women have this whole glow on them. maybe thatâs what he was seeing in you. the way your fingers glide against the fretboard with your eyes on it or close as you sing the lyrics makes beomgyu mesmerized.
the last ring of strings strummed is heard from your rumble speaker when you notice clapping from outside of your headphones, making you look up to find beomgyu behind your slightly open door. his clapping turns to hollering as lets out a wide thin smile before looking away; you donât want him to see you flustered. that is when you realize why youâre here.
âoh fuck, the doula appointment.â
âyeah!â beomgyu replies outside as you quickly tidy the guitar up into your case and you step into your wardrobe to grab some more clothes that are much more appropriate for your appointment.
âsorry, about that. beom.â
ânah, no worries. i can wait.â
âthanks!â you close the door as you quickly change your clothes, deciding for a flowy blouse with a rubber-banded culotte, needing to remind yourself to buy maternity clothes because you are slowly running out of clothes that fit you. you wore a bit of sunscreen as you got a message from mama telling you to embrace the pregnancy glow your friends seemed to notice is exuding out of you as youâre in the second trimester. wearing the eau du toilette that doesnât make you as dizzyâunlike perfumeâyou open the door to see beomgyu leaning against the wall where it hangs a frame of you and your roommates in photo booths.
âyou ready?â he held his hand out as you nodded, you put your hands out before beomgyu grabbed the strap of the bag from your hold, startling you before you returned to your usual state. if your face isnât warm enough, itâs now warmer from the embarrassment.
the walk down to his car is silent as he helps with buckling the seatbelt to the side. seeing how much your stomach is rested underneath the strap makes him giggle as you recognize the smell of pot from beomgyuâs very appropriate old sedan car.
âhopefully you arenât high while driving me.â you give a cheeky grin.
âof course not. heeseung will actually kill me if he finds that i dui with you.â
beomgyu twists the key of the ignition as the car turns onâyes, thatâs how old his car isâas the sound of a loud rock song plays from the rock fm you recognized. his hand reaches for the button as you react,
âno need. iâm okay with it.â
he hums as he reaches for the volume to turn the sound down, not letting the rattling of the sound in the interior startle you as he pulls the car out of the parking space and into the road.
âcan you check the quickest route to the office?â beomgyu said as he brushed his wolf-cut hair.
âof course.â you lean back against the leather seat as you open the map app on your phone, telling beomgyu the roads to the doulaâs office. the song has changed to a familiar song by tom petty playing as you notice how beomgyu glances at you.
âwhat?â you called out with a few chuckles.
âi didnât expect you to like my song, well txtâs song.â his reply is met with your own giggle as you lean back.
âeven if i hate heeseung. that doesnât mean i have to hate his friends, you know?â
your eyebrow is raised as he gives another quick look before focusing on the road, âif you donât believe me, iâve been a fan of band your band since, like, sophomore year when you formed.â
âwhy? i really wanna hear from a fan's perspective.â
your giggle warms his heart as you answered, âi just relate to it, ya hear? a band that talks about the hardships of finding oneself and the struggle of growing but in a more intelligible way other, especially âskipping stonesâ from your newest album.â
both of beomgyuâs hands are on the steering wheel as you feel the brake of the car before turning to the curb of where the office is, parking nearest to the entrance as the car stops and he pulls the hand brake. both of you sitting inside as you waited for heeseung to arrive in a few minutes from the last time he texted you.
âwhy âskipping stonesâ specifically?â
âhmmâŚâ you suppressed the grin that is threatening to go out before replying with, âinterpreting self-struggle with the idea of skipping stone is⌠in it of itself, very poignant. to correlate the body of water with your own and the stones youâre throwing as the struggle youâre facing.â you let out a huge sigh, âi donât know- itâs something i understand, especially if someone else is doing the skipping stone to you, feeling that emotion sinking into you, replacing the waterâs placeâŚâ
you glanced at beomgyu who was definitely staring at you, his hands on his lap as he let out a solemn smile, agreeing with what you said. you quietly nod and take a sharp intake, trying to find the right words to cut the rising awkwardness between the two of you, âother than that, the freaking dissonance on the harmony is so good. it gives a sense of unbalanced buoyancy as if youâre a leaf floating on the water and the skipping stone makes it unstable. great job on that.â
âthanks!â
âof course.â you nearly slapped yourself for leaning closer to the middle console, but beomgyu seemed to not react as much when you felt a bit of your finger touching his. âcanât wait for the next release. no pressure.â
the corner of beomgyuâs lips rose as he giggled, a boyish grin on his face before his expression changed, âdonât worry, me and the band wonât let the fans down.â he replied as you leaned back, head nodding. thatâs when you hear the rumbling of the car right beside yours as you see the appearance of heeseungâs newer model car.
âgotta go. thank you so much for bringing me here,â you said as beomgyu helped pick your bag up from the backseat.
âof course, (y/n). gotta have to thank heeseung for letting me do so, but heyâŚâ you felt his hand reaching and now touching your wrist, making you turn your body while nearly opening the door.
âi've known you since high school but we never hang out together cause of heeseung. maybe we could hang out, with your girls and my guys? if heeseung is already melting his ice down then i think thatâs okay for us and our friends to hang out. itâs up to you, though.â
you suppress an amused smile as you think about it. thinking about how long have you been crushing on the boy in front of you and how you wanna shake heeseung a thank you for letting him do the errands, maybe even to your noise-canceling headphones that make him notice just how much you like him- no, his band. yeah.
âiâll think about it. heeseung and i donât have a formal truce yet but based on what we talked about last time, maybe it could work.â
âsweet-â
you heard a knocking on the door before you turned around to catch heeseungâs silhouette behind the glass window.
âiâll talk to the girls so we can arrange a time.â
âme too with the guys.â
âokay, bye beomgyu.â the car door unlocks as you nuzzle the door open while hearing beomgyuâs own âbyeâ from the driverâs seat. heeseung helps to hold the door as you step out.
âthanks for her ride, gyu.â
âdonât mention it, hee. we might even have to ride with her often.â beomgyu said right as the door that heeseung held closed. the engine turns on as the car drives off the parking. you stand right beside heeseung as he looks at you, who still has a lingering smile on your face.
âwhy are you smiling, (y/n)?â
he lightly nudges your palm with his as you turn your head to him.
âyouâll see, hee.â as you took off towards the office, leaving heeseung once again alone as he then followed you.
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SINGING LOW
18+ / mdi
summary: despite everyone within the industry knowing mingyu to date around a lot, what didn't meet the public's eye was his undying crush on you, his label mate, and his need to fill the you-shaped hole in his heart with any girl who'd give him the time of day.
content: idol!mingyu x hybeidol!reader, pining, mingyu's kind of a slut, smut, afab reader, reader is a 97 liner, dry humping, a lot of made up shit abt the industry lmao, mentions of other idols, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of cheating, mentions of a breakup, angst, fluffy ending, etc.
wc: 13k~
a/n: this is not connected to my lil idol!mingyu x idol!reader series just fyi <3 i hope u guys enjoy this it took me like a month to write T-T
masterlist | kofi
Mingyu could still remember the day he met you. Well, maybe not met, but it was the first time he ever saw you face to face. It was at some awards show back in 2017. MAMA, was it? Or maybe the MMAs? Well, that didn't matter much. All he knew is that on stage, you had caught his eye.
It was only about a year into his debut, so he still wasn't too used to this scene. He simply sat back and enjoyed the pretty sight in front of him, knowing your group (and you) by name, but not having had the pleasure of meeting you personally by then. He hadn't met many people thus far, actually. At the time, most of his friends in the industry consisted of the twelve other members of his group. Coming from a small company, it had been hard for any of the members to begin to disperse and befriend their peers in the industry. Sure, they all had friendly acquaintances with other idols, but nothing could really compare to what they had with one another.
It wasn't until somewhere around 2017 that Mingyu had finally found a group of friends outside of his twelve members that he could trust. He had always been an outgoing guy, befriending anyone who'd look his way. He reasoned that someone had to be the icebreaker in every social situation, and he had given himself that job. Despite being a charismatic extrovert, however, most of these friendships did not stick. He developed many acquaintances, and maybe even situational friendships, but he had not really considered anyone a friend until meeting one Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook was simply the tip of the iceberg. Some believed Mingyu had taken the man under his wing, while others believed the opposite, but it had in fact been a mutual aid. They had both felt a bit lost at the time they met, bonding over the many things their lives had in common. Their age being one of them. At first it was thrown around as a joke, the idea of forming a little group with the many other 97-liners within their industry. But that joke became reality soon after when Mingyu had met Yugyeom backstage during his group's most recent comeback at the time. The three soon became four, taking in a Cha Eunwoo, and then a Jaehyun from NCT. Even some of Mingyu's own members joining, having the privilege of being born on the great year of 1997. This was how you eventually entered the picture.
Mingyu had already known you, well, more so known about you. Despite being the same age, you had debuted a couple of years before Seventeen, which gave him the opportunity to get to know you as an idol before he did personally. He still remembered the days in the green basement, watching comeback shows with the members as they prepared for their own debut. There had been a specific day when your group had been presenting their debut stage, which was also the day Mingyu first caught sight of you. You had caught his eye immediately. There was just something about you. He might've developed a slight interest in you from that moment on, hoping for the day in which he would become one of your peers.
Upon debuting, Mingyu had only seen you in passing for the first couple of years, the closest contact being a quick and informal introduction between your groups as you cruised through the backstage hallways of MNET. You looked even better in real life, he had to admit. But sadly, there was no one-on-one interaction between you that day. Nor was there during any of the following encounters throughout the next few years. It wasn't until about a year into the creation of the 97 squad that Mingyu had the pleasure of meeting you personally.
It was sometimes Jungkook who brought in new members to the friend group, but it was mostly Mingyu who would take the liberty of befriending the aforementioned members in order to introduce them into the group. It was mostly due to Mingyu's extroverted personality, which allowed him to strike up conversation with anyone at any time, unlike Jungkook who was a bit shier in that aspect. It had been Jungkook, however, who had first introduced the two of you. It had been backstage of MAMA or MMA, he wasn't completely sure. Mingyu also wasn't sure how you and Jungkook had met; he'd never bothered to ask, but upon your first meeting it had seemed like the two of you were close friends already. Mingyu had to admit that upon that first assumption, he was a bit jealous of his proximity to you. This was immediately followed by the realization that maybe Mingyu's previous infatuation in you went further than mere interest in you as a fellow idol, but it was maybe a bit of a crush. Regardless of what Mingyu had felt at the moment, he knew that he wanted to see you again.
For some unknown reason, you were not present in the following 97 gathering soon after your introduction. This struck Mingyu as strange, seeing as you were also a 97, and a friend of Jungkook's, so why would you not be present? It was soon after revealed to Mingyu that you had yet to be offered a spot in the now renown 97 squad. Jungkook had assessed that all the dating rumors that would come attached to the inclusion of a girl in the group were simply not worth it. He wanted to save you both the headache and the scandal. It seemed like a pretty reasonable decision. Mingyu, however, was not the most reasonable of people, often allowing his decision-making to be led by impulse rather than calculated choices. Which was why Mingyu had found himself walking up to you next time he spotted you at yet another comeback show, promptly asking you if you'd like to meet some of his friends sometime in the following week, claiming it was tradition for all 97s to go for a drink every other week. He felt like he was inviting you to join into a cult, or at least that's what you said to him it had felt like. But you had still agreed, giving him your number so that you could be privy to the details of the meeting.
Your admission to the friend group came very naturally, having already met a few of the members and easily befriending the rest. Yes, it had come with some controversy at first, but Mingyu had come to learn that you were quite strong-minded, not allowing a few rumors to get in the way of your personal life. It was easy for the two of you to grow close after that. Despite having befriended the entirety of the group, you and Mingyu seemed to form a more special bond, even seeking each other's company outside of group gatherings. It was all platonic, of course. Mingyu had quickly realized you did not seem interested in that way, so he tucked his crush deep within him, choosing to offer a friendship to you instead, never speaking of his crush to anyone. This was how the two of you came to become best friends.
This repression of his feelings, however, did not come without its consequences.
Mingyu was a hopeless romantic at heart. This meant that his crush never really went away. It actually worsened over the years that he knew you. But you never acted like anything other than a friend to him. You would always treat him the same way you did Jaehyun or Eunwoo. He was just another one of the members of the friend group to you. Yes, you two were closer in nature â calling each other the best of friends within the industry â but Mingyu did not want to risk that closeness just because of a selfish crush.
The repression of his feelings was also met with other things. Mingyu was a very loving man. He needed to express his love to everyone around him or he would physically explode (Okay, not really, but he swore that's what it felt like to him). He had a loving family to tend to by taking care of them financially and spending every waking minute away from work with. He had his thirteen best friends to shower with playful affection during and out of work. He had his 97-liners to play around with in between work schedules. What he did not have, however, was that one person who was his and only his. Someone to give the type of love that you reserve for only that one special person in your life.
Mingyu found himself seeking this person out since the beginning of time. Many would call Mingyu a womanizer or a player due to the high volume of relationships he had been involved in during his life. It wasn't like that, however. Not at all. Mingyu would date a girl he liked, would be happy with her, but would ultimately realize that the spark he was looking for was not there, causing him to regrettably end the relationship. He was often met with curses directed his way, but he felt it was best to try and end it amicably if he did not see a future there.
His most recent relationship had been with a former staff member. She was funny and sweet, and also pretty easy on the eyes. They got along very well when she first got assigned to Mingyu as part of his personal team. It started as a friendship, but it didn't take long for Mingyu's hopeless romantic tendencies to seek her out in a romantic way, something to which she obviously agreed to immediately. Mingyu had no issue getting women on his side. He had never dealt with rejection all his life. Being handsome, talented, funny, and even rich from a young age, it was rare to be met with anything but enthusiastic responses left and right. The relationship did not end amicably, however. Mingyu should've known better than to date someone who technically worked for him. I mean, he had been through this before (with one stylist, one MNET staff member, and a former Pledis recruiter to be specific), so he should've known by now that mixing business with pleasure was a bad idea. But his romantic tendencies couldn't be helped. He had too much love to give, and no one to give it to.
In the big year of 2023, Mingyu had found himself in five different relationships, all ranging in length.
His longest one had been three months, and it had been with a fellow idol whose name he'd rather keep to himself. Despite his friendly and easy-going demeanor, the relationship had ended terribly. He had realized three months in that he did not feel as strongly about her as she did him, choosing to try and end it on friendly terms. As per usual, his proposal to end it was met with curses and threats. It couldn't be helped, Mingyu was a catch, and his usual switch up in feelings (reasonably) stirred up feathers any time he realized he hadn't found the spark he was looking for in the respective relationship.
After that, Mingyu took a quick break from relationships, only to rebound with a random girl he met at a quiet pub in Seoul. One NDA later and he had her in his bed for a few weeks after that, only ending it after he got his head out of the gutter and focused on more the more important things aspects of his life once more. And the cycle repeated.
Throughout all of this, you didn't leave his mind for too long. From one relationship to another, a glimpse of your name would always be imbedded in his brain as he apologized to whichever girl he was with at the time, regretfully letting them know that he just didn't see it going further; that he was looking for someone something else. Despite having known you for a few years now, his feelings were still there. They had been in the back-burner for a while, but they'd resurface every once in a while. It made him feel guilty every single time, specially now that you had been in a relationship for a while.
Yes. You were in a relationship, which was one of the main reasons why Mingyu found himself serial-dating (and maybe sleeping around a bit, sans any involvement of feelings) more than usual this year.
You'd only been with that guy for eight months. It had started at the end of last year. Being best friends, you had let Mingyu know about the entirety of it. From your first meeting, to your first time holding hands, even to your first time sleeping together. It had been hell on Mingyu's side. He was in love with you; had been for years, and now he had to deal with watching you deliver your love to someone who was not him all while he watched from the sidelines, with a fake supportive smile that could never leave his face. The skill he had at hiding his feelings for you was truly unmatched. No one, not even his closest friends, knew about his feelings. Okay, there were a few exceptions, a few slips of the tongue when he was drunk and thinking of you a bit too much. Damn you, Jeon Wonwoo and Lee Seokmin for having been present that fateful night in which you'd texted him letting him know you'd be busy til the morning, excited that that night was the night you'd finally stay over at your boyfriend's for the first time. That had been a new low for Mingyu. He hadn't felt such a huge pit in his stomach as he did that day, knowing you'd be sleeping in the safety of someone else's arms (or doing much worse) while he pined for you in a tiny bar across the city.
That was more or less the time in which be had started dating around again. No matter his busy schedule, he needed his heart filled (and occasionally, his bed too). Unfortunately for him, that hollow in his heart could only be filled by you. His crush had been in the back-burner, sure, but it had never truly left him. The time you spent together was very scarce, as you two worked very busy idol schedules, but he cherished it immensely. Nothing truly compared to the relationship he had with you. The way you understood him and just fulfilled everything he could ever want in a girl was unmatched. He tried to keep these thoughts at bay, but every time he saw you made them resurface.
It had been a while since you two last each other. You were just returning from your tour, while he and his group prepared for theirs. The two of you kept up with each other through text almost on a daily basis, so he was surprised to see you as he walked the Hybe hallways, having been certain you were scheduled to arrive two days from now. These thoughts were put aside, however, the moment you spotted him and ran to him, pulling him in a hug. How was he not supposed to be enamored when you were so physically affectionate? When you felt so perfect in his hold? Other similarly delusional thoughts invaded his mind as he held you. Did you come back early to see him? He had told you he was leaving on his own tour soon, so maybe you wanted to catch him before he left. Had he been your first stop upon your return? I mean you were walking along the same hallway as Seventeen's practice room, surely you had been looking for him, right? His questions were answered almost immediately upon releasing you from his arms.
'Gyu! Missed you so much. God, it's been so long. How long has it be-'
'A month', it had been a whole month since you'd seen each other. Almost to the day. He had felt your absence very clearly.
'Too long. Hate that you're going on tour soon too,' you threw him a pout, one that made him feel that maybe you meant it; that you'd miss him as much as he did you.
He was feeling melancholic lately for some reason. His feelings were heightened by your sudden presence.
'Only going to Japan for two weeks. It's fine, you'll have me back soon.'
'Promise?'
'Yeah, baby, I pinky promise,' he'd take you with him given the chance, 'How come you're here earlier?'
'Oh! My boyfriend's sister has an engagement dinner this week. He insisted I go, so I asked if I could come back a bit earlier since we were already done with tour.'
'Oh. Have you been to see him yet?', was that too obvious a question? He wanted some salvation that maybe he took at least a bit of priority over that guy.
'Nope. Wanted to stop by and see you first! I wasn't sure when you were leaving, so I didn't wanna risk meeting you.'
All in life was restored now. This was all he needed to hear to ignite the spark once again. Okay, maybe a bit dramatic, but being Mingyu, he could feed himself for a month with the scraps you were throwing at him.
'Missed me that much?', he gave you a boyish smile, teasing you but with some hidden hope on the side.
'Shut up. You're so annoying. You're my one remaining friend. Everyone else is gone on tour! God, I hate touring season. If you don't come back by the end of the month, I swear to God ...'
'I'll be back soon, don't worry. You have your guy to keep you company anyways.'
'Hah, yeah .. Well, uhm. I should probably go see him, actually. Call me later, though? We can go for a coffee or something. You know, before you leave and everything. When is that, by the way?'
You seemed a bit awkward at the mention of your boyfriend, despite you having even mentioned him earlier, but Mingyu chose to let it slide. It's not like he liked remembering his existence anyway.
'Thursday. You still have me for three days.'
'Three?? Shit. Okay, so you absolutely should call me tonight, then. We'll hang out one of these days, okay? Promise me.'
'You don't have to convince me, but okay. Pinky?'
You giggled, putting up your pinky to hook with his. This was a tendency of yours, born out of an inside joke Mingyu had already forgotten about, but you'd always pinky promise each other things. It was kind of your own personal thing, despite it seeming a bit childish for your age.
Pulling away, you said a final goodbye before threatening once more about calling you, saying you'd be seeing him off before he left. He agreed (obviously) and went on with his day, looking forward to hanging out with you one-on-one after being deprived of you for two months, while also cursing your shared company for scheduling you away from each other back to back.
~
The two of you only spoke on the phone for a few minutes, agreeing that you'd meet for coffee the following morning before heading to your specific schedules â the perks of working at the same company. You'd also agreed on having him over the following night for a few drinks as you bid him farewell on his short-lived Japan tour. Despite your boyfriend's dinner falling on that same day, you assured him that you'd be done on time to spend the night drinking with him; playing catchup. You'd usually invite some of the other members of the 97 squad, but most were busy, and seeing as you'd be meeting in your home, there was no need for more people in order to prevent scandal. There had already been a few instances in which the public believed you two to be dating, which was why you'd never hang out alone while in public.
Although most of the media had already gotten used to seeing the two of you together, knowing you were friends, there was still an entire subsection of your fans who believed there might be more there. As much as Mingyu wished for it to be true, he also felt bad for the scrutiny those dating rumors gave you. He'd be willing to fight for you if the occasion ever arose, but you'd need to at least look his way for that to happen; something that he was still working on.
'Hi, Gyu! Sit, I got your usual.'
You had been sitting by a window at the Hybe cafeteria when he walked in. He had to get to the building a bit earlier in order to make time to see you, but the decision between sleeping an extra hour or getting to hang out with you before he left was a given for him.
'Hey, baby. Thanks.'
'Sooo. Anything new? What did I miss while I was gone?'
He chuckled at your inquiries. You were always very interested in his life, always keeping up with everything he had to share. It was cute, really. Made him a bit delusional at times too. He'd imagine a different scenario; one in which you'd be laying in bed together at night, going over your respective days as you allowed slumber to take over.
'Nothing much. Had a comeback. I kinda told you about everything as it happened. You called me almost every other night.'
It was true. You were kind of attached to the hip by now, communicating with Mingyu as much as you could. He sometimes wondered if that was the case with your actual boyfriend.
'Hmm. Okay. No new girls then?'
Ah. Okay, that was an area of his life he didn't really touch with you. He didn't want to give you the wrong impression. How was be supposed to explain his dating habits without you thinking he just gave it up to everyone? (Which he kind of did). There was no way for him to talk his way through it without revealing his feelings for you.
'Anyway. How's things with your guy? Ready for the dinner thingy tomorrow?
'Nice segway, Gyu', you chuckled at his evasion, 'Uh, yeah I guess. I bought a new dress and everything. Haven't had a chance to meet his family til now.'
'You don't seem too enthusiastic. Trouble in paradise?', he knew that you knew he wasn't a fan of your boyfriend, but he also knew you weren't aware of the real reason why.
'It's not that, just ... I don't know. We've been, uh, arguing a bit more for a while', you looked a bit dejected as you said it, eyes on your drink instead of him.
'Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-'
'No, it's fine, Gyu, really. It's nice to be able to talk about it. It's just- I've been bugging you about my relationship since before it even started, I felt kinda embarrassed to bring this up. And I know you don't really like him. I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable.'
Well, that all checked out. He would always evade any conversation about your romantic life, despite how frequently you brought up your boyfriend. It had stopped after a while, however. You had probably caught up on his lack of enthusiasm whenever you'd bring him up. It made him feel guilty that you'd actively hold back from airing your grievances to him, though. Had he been that obvious with his disdain for the subject?
'No, fuck. I'm sorry. You can always talk about it with me. Just .. been going through some stuff of my own, that's all. What's been going on? You can tell me. Always', he grabbed your hands across the table to offer you some comfort.
'Really? What's wrong, Gyu? You know you can talk to me too, right?'
He knew. He just couldn't bring himself to. Not yet. Maybe someday he'd be ready to risk the friendship and tell you, but for now he wanted to enjoy you by his side in whichever way you were willing to give yourself to him.
'It's nothing, don't worry about it,' he offered you a soft smile, rubbing his thumbs reassuringly on the back of your hands, 'Now tell me, what's up?'
'It's just ... He's been a bit pushy lately? We got into a fight about his sister's engagement dinner. He was mad I couldn't come, so I had to fix my schedule to make it. Management got mad at me about it too. God, I just don't know how to juggle both things, Gyu. I'm too busy, I- How do you do it?'
'Me? I'm the worst person you can ask. I haven't been in a serious relationship in years. And it doesn't matter anyway. It's not about me.'
He wanted to go back to what you first said. Were you having issues with your boyfriend? He didn't want to relish on it, but he always saw something in him he didn't like. Getting in the way of your career was in no way okay in Mingyu's book. Who did he think he was?
'It's not your fault you're busy. He knew what he was getting into dating an idol,' he continued, 'You shouldn't let him feel like he can get in the way of your career. There's so many guys out there who would understand and support you.'
Like him, for instance. He was an idol too, after all. He knew the struggle of dating in this medium all too well. No one would understand you the way he did. He wanted to scream it out for everyone to hear.
'Yeah, I know you're right. I know. It's just- it's been so hard to find someone. We're 26, Gyu. I'm ready for the long run. This is the longest relationship I've ever had. I know it hasn't even been a year, but I know I want to settle down someday soon. I ... I really like him, Gyu. What do I do?'
It felt like a punch in the gut. He enjoyed being in denial, pretending like your current boyfriend was just a placeholder while the real deal â Mingyu â came along, but that plan wouldn't really work unless you were also on board. So now he was forced to face reality and give you some friendly advice. It was too bad he liked you so much, because he couldn't help himself in giving you genuine advice instead of attempting to sabotage your relationship as any other reasonable person would.
'Try to talk it out with him. I mean, he should know by now how busy your schedule is, but sometimes it's hard for people to really understand. Tell him your issues and let him tell you his. Communication is the best thing you can do.'
Damn him for being so emotionally smart and in touch with his feelings. He did not want to do your boyfriend any favors, but he prioritized your happiness over his own stupid feelings. It was a catch 22, except he always ended up making the desicion that favored your happiness the most.
'Yeah ... you're right, Gyu. Thank you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to turn this into couple's counseling. I'll shut up about my relationship now, okay? Let's, uh, talk about your comeback. Wanna record a tiktok with me before you leave?'
He decided to let you rest from what was probably a very stressful subject for you at the moment. Likelihood was that you'd keep him updated on it sooner or later. So, he chose to play along with you instead and change the subject, now finally catching up with you as he ignored your boyfriend's existence, pretending in his head that this wasn't just the platonic hangout you intended it to be, but something more.
The next day came sooner than anticipated. Mingyu's days always had a tendency of blending together whenever he had a comeback. Being an idol, he had to get used to the hectic nature of the job, even growing to enjoy it at some points.
The two of you had agreed to meet at 8-ish. You had told him that your boyfriend's sister's dinner was more of a brunch than an actual dinner, that you'd call him up at some point to let him know you'd be home to receive him into your abode for some drinks.
He didn't think too much of it when it turned into 8:00 and you hadn't called him. When time passed until 8:30, he began to wonder if something happened, but decided against contacting you. It was at about 9:15 that he finally received a text from you apologizing for your delay and letting him know that he could stop by whenever, that you had food and drinks ready for him waiting for his arrival. Once again, he decided not to question the delay, simply being content that he'd get some one-on-one time with you before he left for two grueling weeks for the Japan leg of his tour.
You welcomed him as per usual; with a tight hug and a peck on the cheek. He never thought much of it, but still always relished on it. Conversation flew as usual for the first thirty minutes, with Mingyu telling you stories of things that had happened with his members during your absence, but he could sense you weren't at your best. Asking was still not something he felt like doing, however. He didn't want to intrude in case you didn't feel like talking about it, and he also didn't want to hear about your relationship again. It was selfish, but there was only so much a man could take. Usually when you had an issue you would just tell him, so he chose to just let you take the reins. Your communication with each other was always very seamless, which was why he wasn't surprised when you finally brought it up a few moments after the thought flew through his mind.
'Sorry I'm a bit off today, Gyu', you chuckled, nursing your second beer of the night.
'Couldn't even tell, don't worry about it,' that was a bit of a lie, but he didn't want you to feel badly on top of whatever was going on on your side of things.
'Don't lie to me. You read me better than anyone.'
It was said in a lighthearted tone, but he knew you were right. He was always able to get a perfect read on you. He knew you, and you knew him in the way any pair of best friends would (sorry, Wonwoo).
'Okay, what's up? Did something happen at the brunch?'
You groaned dramatically, letting yourself fall back on the recline of the couch.
'Okay, so that's a yes ... Wanna talk about it?'
'Is it okay if I do? I'm sorry, I know I said I'd stop, but, it's kinda important this time.'
That piqued his interest. And not in a good way.
'We, uh, we're taking a break.'
Oh.
Admittedly, that really caught Mingyu off guard. For the entirety of your relationship with your boyfriend (even during the talking stage), you had never informed Mingyu of any problems between the two of you until yesterday, when you brought up his insistence at your return from tour, along with the frequent of arguments with him. You'd been the picture-perfect relationship in the eyes of anyone who was privy to your personal life, which was yet another reason why Mingyu always avoided speaking about your romantic life. Bitterness was something Mingyu rarely felt, but your relationship always brought it out in him. He also had always had a feeling about your boyfriend. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he just knew. Regardless, hearing that things weren't only not going well, but even going badly enough to require a break, surprised him.
'Oh, I- Fuck, I'm sorry. You should've told me. Fuck, I feel like a dick just talking about some stupid story about Vernon when you're dealing with this. What- what happened?'
'It's fine, Mingyu, really. It's not that big of a deal, I .. I kinda saw it coming,' you certainly didn't seem heartbroken, but you still looked dimmer than usual.
'Do you wanna talk about it?', he scoot up to sit closer to you, knees now touching as you faced each other on the couch.
'It was what you'd expect. I tried to talk to him about my schedule; how I can't just drop my job for things that aren't that important, like some random brunch. He took it personally. He even picked a fight in front of his family. God, it was so embarrassing. It, uh, it ended up with me asking him for some space.'
'Oh ... Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you to talk to him on an important day like that. That was terrible advice from me, I'm sorry.'
'No, Gyu. It's fine! You were right. I needed to talk to him. I thought he'd understand, but I guess I misread him. I- I don't know what's gonna happen. It was a pretty big argument. He brought the argument all the way back to his apartment once the brunch ended. That's why I was late tonight. Fuck, I don't even know if we're broken up.'
'What did you say? What did he say?', he felt like a teenage girl snooping for details in his friend's relationship, but he genuinely felt bad. Had his constant wishful hopes for you two to break up cause this? No, that was stupid. But he still felt bad for not having been too supportive of the relationship despite being your best friend.
'He said that if I'm not willing to prioritize his family, then he didn't see much of a future. I told him that my job didn't even give me the privilege prioritize my own family, so he'd have to wait for things to get less hectic for me. He didn't like that, so he started to get agitated ... He scared me a bit, so I told him we should just take a break away from each other. He, uh, he just told me to get out after that.'
Jesus Christ. Had you been bottling this up since he got here? He felt like a terrible friend for making you feel like you couldn't talk to him about it. Yeah, maybe he had prayed for the day you'd finally break up, but now that it was (maybe) here, he felt like he had been the cause of your sadness. Except you didn't look too sad; more so disappointed.
'I- I'm so sorry,' he went to hold you against him, 'Had you been keeping this to yourself this whole time? Fuck, you should've cancelled on me. I would've understood. Are you okay? Never mind, of course you're not. I, shit, How can I help you? What do you need?'
You giggled against his chest at his rambling, something that made his heart swell despite the circumstances.
'I'm fine, Gyu, I promise. I didn't wanna make our last night together before you leave about him. I know I said I like him a lot, but .. honestly, I saw a different side of him tonight. I do feel a little sad; like I wasted my time for the past year I've known him, specially these past eight months, but I know my worth. Besides, all I wanted tonight was to drink with you. Being with you always makes me feel better.'
Oh. Oh.
How did you expect him not to read into things when you said something like that? It was like you were screaming at him to make you his. And he wanted to. God, did he want to.
Instead he reached over the coffee table in front of your couch, grabbing another pair of bottles of soju before gesturing to you.
'Well, if it'll make you feel better, I can't really argue against it, can I?', and with that, he opened both bottles, handing you one as the two of you swung them with no cares in the world.
It was quite common for the two of you to drink together. Granted, you'd usually be accompanied by either the 97s or some of his own members, but if you felt like drinking with him would help you forget about your (hopefully) ex, then so be it.
~
Only about an hour passed by the time you were both tipsy.
The subjects of conversation varied a lot, from fun fan interactions during your tour, weird moments in interviews, fights with your group mates, to some more personal stuff.
You were currently playing a tipsy version of 20 questions, or at least that's what it seemed like as you took turns to question the other. Nothing was off the table.
'Soooo, who's the last girl you hooked up with?'
'Oh, I, uh-'
'I know you don't like to talk about your relationships to me, which I don't really get by the way,' you said in a jokingly scolding tone as you dug your finger accusingly in his chest, 'but cmon. Tell meee.'
He remained a silent, but blubbering mess. Did you mean hook up, or relationship? There had been multiple instances of both which you had been unaware of until now.
'Was it Nayeon? Seokmin said you dated an idol for a few months,' you giggled at his widened eyes.
'What? Seokmin? I'm gonna kill him- No! I never dated Nayeon. We're just friends, I-'
'Good. I never liked her for you.'
'Huh? What? Why not?'
Not that he was ever interested in her (They were just friends, truly!), but he was curious as to your reasoning.
'I don't know. Gut feeling?', you took another swing of your third soju bottle of the night, 'I've never really liked any of the girls you've been with. Is that mean of me?' the question was accompanied by a playful pout, which unintentionally drew his eyes to your lips.
'Why's that, baby?', he took the bottle from your hands, setting in on the table next to his. Suddenly he felt a bit less tipsy, sobering up at your unexpected bluntness.
'They just .. None have felt right for you. They're not good for you', you sounded like a petulant child as you said it, sitting up a bit, causing your body to lean further closer to his own, faces now closer than usual.
Oh? Did you-
'Do you-'
'Gyu', you breathed out.
Shit, when had you gotten so close?
'Y/N, I-'
'Shh. It's okay, Gyu. Right?', your eyes had slowly descended to his lips, making his own copy your movements.
By now you were basically on his lap, your face towering over his as he slowly nodded at your question, ready for you to finally close the gap but still gasping against you once the proximity had ceased to exist.
His moan against your lips couldn't be helped, nor could the way his arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer. The alcohol had not yet reached a point where it could rid him of his inhibitions, but had instead made his senses even more sensitive. Neither of you were lightweights, so Mingyu knew that the alcohol had boldened you more than anything. He thanked the courage it had given the both of you to finally end up here.
He gave you the best of him in his kiss, tongue swiping against yours almost immediately as he played with it. He toyed with your bottom lip, swallowing the moan that came as a result. You felt so soft against him; so sweet and delicate. There had been no night in which he didn't dream of your lips against his. The real thing had thrown him a curveball, making him unsure of what to do other than moan against your lips as his hands ran up and down your back.
You pulled away first, or well, tried to. Mingyu did a good job of following your lips with a whine, licking into your open mouth as he incited you into continuing the kiss. He was the one to break it next, only to pepper kisses along your neck, enjoying the feeling of your head being thrown back.
'Gyu ...'
'Please ... Just let me ...'
He felt bad kissing you like this when you had just (maybe?) broken up with your boyfriend, but he couldn't help himself. This was like dangling a meal in front of a starving man, asking him to please take a bite. There was no way for him to deny you when you had seeked him out first.
You disconnected his lips from your neck, looking into his eyes. Your expression let him know you were pondering your choices, eyes going from his eyes to his lips. He whined against you as you decided to attack him with yet another kiss, this time more vulgar in nature.
The two of you kissed for long enough for Mingyu to lose his sanity, finally taking initiative to carry you to your room, not once allowing you to disconnect your lips. The entirety of it was sensual, from the removal of your clothes to the feel of your lips against each other. You, lying in bed with only some thin panties and a tiny bralette to cover your intimate parts had him losing his mind. Was this real? Did he really have the girl of his dreams in bed, eyeing his almost nude body like she wanted to do very disrespectful things to him?
'Gyu ... Please, I need you.'
He finally leaned over you, allowing your most intimate parts to finally touch, only the two thin layers of your respective underwear separating you. Slowly, he dragged his length against your cunt, groaning at the way your nails dug onto his back as a result, with your own back arching. Your chest was pressed up against his, making him grow frustrated and ripping off your bra in order to feel your hardened buds drag against his chest as your hips connected.
Ungluing his body from yours, he finally dragged down your panties, taking a moment to look at the entirety of your nude body.
'You ... You gorgeous thing, fuck. Do you even know how perfect you are? Your body ... Jesus Christ. How do you not have people on their knees begging to be buried between your legs every single day?', his voice showed genuine frustration as he said this, getting down on his own knees and beginning to lick and suck at your thighs.
'I ... Just want y- you ... Want you just like this.'
'Like this, angel? On my knees, begging for cunt?'
His tongue itched for you, causing him to finally begin licking at your clit ever so lightly, groaning at the smell of your cunt.
'Ple- please! Gyu, I need ... You don't understand, I need you so-'
'I dont understand? Oh, baby ... I'm gonna break you .. Gonna make this cunt cry for me by the time I'm finished, don't you worry, angel.'
Those were the last words spoken by him before finally burying his face nose-deep into your cunt. His cries and groans against your warmth couldn't be helped. He had no control over himself as he dove in and gave you everything he had to offer. Your cries and grinds against his face were not helping things at all. His own hips ground against the mattress as he took in all your pretty sounds of pleasure. Causing you to lose your mind like this made him lose his own tenfold. He had wanted nothing more than to make you his ever since that fateful day in which he turned the TV on back in the green room and saw you dancing on stage. His crush had haunted him for too many years, taunting him upon your first meeting and up to this very moment. But karma had finally smiled his way. He wasn't sure what he'd done in order for karmic retribution to gift you to him, but he'd do it over and over again if it meant he could keep you all to himself.
'Oh, Gyu ... Feel so good. Shit, so fucking good. I- God, pl- please don't stop!'
Oh. You were so ... You wanted him to cum in his pants, didn't you? That had to be why you insisted on sounding so damn pretty when moaning his name.
'Keep moaning my name, beautiful. W- wanna hear you, fuck, please,' he begged against your sopping cunt, 'Nd grind that pretty pussy against me. Use my nose, my tongue, anything, just ... Wanna feel that tiny little cunt cream all over my face.'
His words also seemed to have some type of effect on you. You began to push his head against you in an uncontrolled manner, crying in high-pitched whines that made his own eyes roll back. He knew he'd cum like this. He couldn't even be embarrassed by the thought. Cumming because a beautiful girl â you of all people? â was crying his name so prettily? Using his face to stimulate your cunt with no care in the world? The simple thought would've had him creaming his boxers.
Then he made the dire mistake of looking up.
You wanted him dead. If he wasn't sure before, he was now. Your mouth was open while your eyes were crossed, nose scrunched up at the pleasure. There was not a single thought behind those eyes. You were clearly lost to the pleasure. One of your hands was buried in his hair while the other toyed at your hardened buds. He made a mental note to lavish your breasts with attention whenever he was given the chance. He'd always dreamed of making you cry as he abused your tits with his tongue for hours on end. So many ideas were cruising through his mind at what he wanted to do to you. But these thoughts were interrupted by your loudest cry of the night, followed by warm cream invading his senses. His orgasm against your bedsheets followed immediately after.
The taste of your cream and the sound of your voice had forced him into his own orgasm. He made sure to let all his groans of pleasure land right against your cunt, as he was unable to stop licking at you even after your orgasm had ended. You whined at him a bit until he finally allowed you to push him away, letting out a whine of his own at the separation. The two of you stared at each other for a bit before he lost all control again, jumping on you as he shoved his tongue in your mouth. The kiss was extremely filthy; just an absolute mess of tongues as he gave you as much of your own essence as he could. He even went as far as begging you to stick out your tongue so he could spit on it, but growing too distracted and sucking on it with his own instead. His hands went crazy along your curves, not knowing where to stay as he found a new favorite spot to touch every few seconds.
His thoughts were once again interrupted by you, as you allowed your hands to find way to his dick, which was somehow hard again after just a few minutes of disrespecting your mouth with his tongue. He opened his own mouth against yours, groaning when you licked into his tongue as your hands sped up on his cock. He'd let you have as much fun with his body as you wanted. You didn't even have to ask, he'd just give you anything with no question.
'Want it in my mouth, Gyu ... Fuck. I- I've been dreaming about it ... Please let me have it in my mouth?'
That was the moment his brain stopped functioning, head falling into the crook of your neck as he cursed you out.
You ... You'd dreamt of his cock ... in your mouth? You wanted to choke on his dick? Wanted him to lose his mind as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes all while he disrespected your throat? You were begging for it? Oh ... Oh, fuck.
'Gyu?'
'A- anything ... God, I'll give you anything, just ... Yes! Please ... Wanna fuck that pretty mouth, baby, please? I'll give it to you. Just ... just never beg me like that again, okay? Can't ... can't hear you beg.'
That seemed to pique your interest.
'Oh? Why not, baby? What if i wanna beg for your cock to bruise my throat? What if ...' you pressed your lips to his ear, '... I wanna beg to bounce on your cock until I cry? Am I not allowed?'
'Angel ... God, please ...'
'Can I have your cock now, baby?'
He nodded as your lips overtook his, whining at the bare thought of your lips wrapped around him. Which is what came next, but not without some teasing from you. You kissed down his body, sucking and licking at your favorite parts before finally landing on his aching cock.
It was sensitive from his previous orgasm, but you didn't care, simply choosing to lightly suck and lick at his tip, dragging your tongue along the vein ever so slowly. You took mercy on him after a few minutes of teasing, finally taking the whole thing into your mouth like an expert. You bobbed at a slow and sensual speed, eyes constantly on his as you did it. Eventually you gave him the green light to cant his hips against your mouth, making him throw his head back at the vibrations from your moans. The sight of your eyes crossed in pleasure also didn't help matters. Once more, he found himself cumming embarrassingly fast, groaning again when you swallowed as much of his load as you could muster.
He brought you up to sit on his lap, caressing your body tenderly as he thanked you for being so so good to him. You seemed exhausted, so he made sure to clean you up before tugging you under his covers, joining you soon after.
The two of you laid against each other, shy and tender touches being the only thing you could do to each other in your tired states.
'Gyu ... Thank you for being with me tonight. Thank you for taking care of me.'
God, you were adorable.
With a kiss on your nose, he responded, 'I'm always here for you, you know that. Thank you for being so ... so perfect for me, angel.'
'Shut up ...', you whined as you buried your face in his chest out of embarrassment.
'Sleep, angel. Let me hold you in my arms as you sleep.'
The next morning, the two of you woke up a mess of limbs. Today was the day in which Mingyu was meant to get on a plane and head to Japan for the next two weeks. But his mind wouldn't allow him to disconnect from you. You were so warm and soft in his hold. He'd need a whole army to pry him away from your touch.
Just in that moment, you turned to look at him, hand softly landing on his cheek upon realizing he was awake. He leaned against your touch, relishing in the soft way you caressed him.
'Gyu ... Last night ...'
'It was a dream ... You were so beautiful. You're so beautiful, angel. Made me feel so good.'
His smile wouldn't leave his face. He wanted to wax poetic at you, tell you how in love with you he was, but he didn't want to scare you away just yet.
'You don't regret it?', you were pouting at him, head tilted in a questioning manner.
'I'd never regret you.'
'Oh ... That's ... Sorry I jumped you like that. I .. I don't regret it either. I was afraid maybe you were just humoring me.'
'Of course not. It was all real for me. Was, uh, was it real for you too?'
You smiled at him, pulling him in for a quick peck, 'Of course it was, Gyu. It was so .. it was perfect. I just, fuck, I feel ... I need to call him.'
You ... You were thinking of him? He thought he'd be out of the picture the moment your lips landed on his. Why was he even in your mind?
'Call him? Wh-'
'I need to officially break up with him. We never actually broke up. I need to tell him .. I don't want to carry this in my conscience. No break, just need to end it officially.'
'Oh. I thought-'
'No, Gyu. There's ... There's no choice between the two of you. It's you,' you paused with a sigh, 'but I just need to talk to him. I don't want to be a cheater. I need to end it before anything else happens.'
You seemed to feel guilty at the thought of going back to him, but Mingyu understood. He didn't want to get in the way of something you felt like you had to do in order to clear your conscience. He had waited for you for years, he could wait for another week or so to officially have you in his arms.
'I understand, angel. Don't worry. I'll wait as long as you need.'
Your sigh in relief was all he needed to hear to know his feelings were mutual. The two of you wanted the same thing.
'Thank you, Gyu, really. It's all such a mess right now, but I promise it'll all be settled by the time you get back.'
He groaned at the mention of his absence. He finally got you and now not only did you have to deal with your ex while he was gone, but he couldn't have you in his arms again for at least another week. Life was laughing at him once more.
'Fuck. I need to get ready, angel.'
'Yeah. I'll get dressed and let you get ready. I'll see you at Hybe later?'
He hummed, 'Wanna kiss me goodbye?'
'Shut up and get dressed, Gyu.'
~
Your goodbye had been quick, seeing as you'd already given him the best farewell gift last night. You bid him goodbye with the promise that you'd update him on your conversation with your ex as soon as it concluded. He left with the promise that he'd think of nothing but you until his return. He was yet to make you privy of the gravity of his feelings, but he was happy to know that you felt similarly to him, wanting to pursue something with him despite having been only best friends this whole time.
The days passed naturally, with a few performances taking up his time and keeping him occupied. Thoughts of you did not leave his mind, however. There had been no updates on your situation with your ex for the first week, nor had the two of you spoken too much. You were preparing for a comeback and he was busy with the short Japanese leg of his tour. The two of you had too many prior engagements to really indulge in what had happened the day of Mingyu's departure, which was something that kept him up at night. Neither of you had made mention of it in your texts to one another thus far. He was scared that his window was closing. You wouldn't do that to him, would you? Or did you think he was just trying to get his dick wet? People did assume Mingyu was a serial dater, dating women and immediately dropping them. Had he used you in a vulnerable moment? Fuck. All these thoughts kept his mind running like crazy.
He just needed you to bring it up first, then he could finally get some clarification on the current state of your relationship. All he wanted was to hear something of substance from you following your separation, but there had been nothing he could cling to thus far.
It wasn't until the eighth day of his stay in Japan that he finally received the first phone call from you. Not a text, but finally a verbal form of communication.
'Hello?'
'Baby! Hi! How have you been?'
'Hi, Gyu. I'm good. How's everything going? Having fun?'
'Yeah. Miss you, though. Uh, been waiting for you to call, actually. Didn't wanna be pushy or anything. Fuck, sorry. I'm being pushy right now, aren't I?'
'No, Gyu. It's fine. I actually did call you about that ...'
'Oh. Did you ... did you talk to him?'
'Yeah. I just got back from his place. It took me a while to reach him, but, uh, yeah, we spoke.'
You were being evasive, he could tell. The myriad of possible reasons as to why had his heart racing. He was never one to feel nerves around a girl, but you were the sole exception. He'd always been secure of your friendship, but every time his feelings for you would invade his mind â just like right now â he would panic and not know how to work his way through a simple conversation.
'How did it go?'
'He kissed me.'
Oh.
He had no response for that. He knew he should've expected something like this. I mean, what kind of man would let one argument get in the way of being with you? Except there had been a Mingyu-shaped obstacle in the way now, and he was not planning to get out of the way. It still made his heart drop, however. The thought of his lips on yours after Mingyu had finally claimed you as his made a frown find a way onto his face.
'I'm sorry, Gyu. He did it as soon as he let me in. I guess he wanted to try and make up for the fight with sex, or something. I stopped him, though', you sighed, 'I told him it was over. That it had been for a while. He put up a fight, begged for me to say, but I couldn't do it. Not after what we did ... It was horrible, Gyu.'
'I'm so sorry. I can't imagine. I wish I'd been there for you, I should've taken the brunt of it, I-'
'I didn't bring you up', you interrupted, 'It felt mean and disrespectful. We were still technically together when we slept together. I- I couldn't do that to him.'
'Oh. I ... I understand, angel. It's okay, it's over now. Now we can move on together. It's okay if it takes you a while, I'll wait.'
A few seconds passed until he heard a response from you.
'Mingyu ... What are we doing? I can't do this to you, I- I can't get you involved in my mess like this. I'm sorry I made you an accomplice to my cheating. I care about you so much. I didn't mean to use you when I was just sad and vulnerable.'
'You .. you what? Baby, it's nothing like that! You didn't cheat, you weren't together. I don't care about any of that, you know that!', it was difficult for him to not get exasperated right away. Where was this coming from?
You were clearly getting emotional too. He could hear your sniffles and the dejected tone of your voice.
'I can't make you my rebound, Mingyu. I love you too much to do that to you. You're my best friend.'
There were those two words again. Best friend. He wanted to be your best friend until the end of time, but he wanted more. He truly thought he was more than that to you by now.
'I love you. So much. Please. We- we can't do this over the phone, okay? Please, just ... don't make any rash decisions like this. I'll be back in four days. Can I come see you? Can we talk about this?'
He didn't care how desperate he sounded as he plead to you. There was still hope that he could talk to you and make you understand how he felt. He hadn't given himself the chance to even try yet; life kept getting in the way. And he was sure you felt the same. The way you felt against him, your cries of his name, your sweet smile as he held you in his arms in the aftermath ... None of that could have been just due to a pesky rebound. No, it was all real, he knew it.
'Yeah, Gyu, okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put all this onto you. I'll see you when you're back, okay? I'm taking a few days off before our comeback begins. You can just come to my house whenever you're back in Seoul.'
'Yeah, I .. I'll do that. Goodnight, angel. I love you.'
'Love you too, Gyu.'
The next few days without any communication from you had been absolute hell for Mingyu. He knew it was for the best; to not plague your mind with any more thoughts of him. You needed time on your own so that you could think. Mingyu, on the other hand, could've used the opposite. He thought of you nonstop. Those four days felt like eternity. Even as he performed and hung out with his friends, thoughts of you never stayed away from his mind for too long.
When the day of his return finally arrived, Mingyu was a wreck. Somehow he had been able to keep his turmoil of emotions a secret from his members. It was for the best, he thought. Wishful thinking had him holding onto the hope that the first time he ever brought up the situation to his friends would be by the time you were officially his girlfriend. However, this meant that the only person privy to his scrambled thoughts was himself.
With no one to ask for feedback or advice on the situation, Mingyu decided to just head straight to you. He had been in love with you for years, he didn't need to rehearse his confession to you when he'd already gone over it in his head endlessly times through the years.
Arriving to your door had been the worst of it. The ringing of your doorbell was followed by the sole sound of his heart pounding right out of his chest at hearing faint steps getting closer from the opposite side of the door. His breath caught in his throat as soon as you opened it.
He had seen you in all states, â from glammed up to recently awoken, both equally as beautiful â but the heightened emotions of the situation made him see you with rose-colored glasses (even more rose-colored than the ones he already saw you with). He had missed you immensely, that much was obvious. You had been gone for a month and had spent the best night of his life with him, only for him to leave for another two weeks right away. He realized now how much he'd been craving you these past few weeks.
'Hi.'
'Hi, Gyu. Come in, please.'
The air felt heavy. It was too serious for Mingyu's liking, but he was willing to do anything to show you that that night had not been just a fluke caused by your recent break up, even if it meant a grueling conversation in which he detailed the intensity of his feelings for you.
You two remained standing near the door even after crossing the threshold into your home. He wished to remain close to you; not allow you any more distance than you'd already had these two weeks away from each other. He was ready to talk the moment you turned around from locking the door, facing him as he looked down at you. He had meant to speak before anything else, he really did. It wasn't his fault that he had miscalculated his distance, ending up almost trapping you against the door. It also wasn't his fault that you looked so pretty as you stared at him with your widened eyes. What was his fault, however, was the soft kiss that landed against your lips just mere moments later. You had been at fault too, as you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you allowed him to push you against the door.
The kiss heated up a bit, but remained tender and sensual. Tongues played with each other as you breathed into each other's mouths. His arms wrapped around your waist, palms flat against the arch of your back. You fit perfectly against him. He hadn't enjoyed your kiss to the fullest extent that fateful night. He hadn't kissed you with the love you deserved. It had all been a mess of passion and lust, unlike now, in such a tender moment that allowed him to relish on every single sigh against his lips.
It was when he finally ran out of breath that he first spoke up, faces still just mere inches away as his hooded eyes looked into yours.
'There's ... there's no way you could possibly believe that night didn't mean something,' be breathed, 'There's no way you haven't realized by now.'
'Realized what?', your breath was just as heavy, face tilted towards his as your lips remained within breathing distance of his.
'You really don't know?', his hands were running up and down your back, pressing you to his chest him with every swipe of them along the length of your back, 'I've been discreet, but .. you have to know, right?'
'Gyu, tell me. What don't I know?'
'How indescribably in love with you I am,' he whispered against your lips, swallowing your gasp.
'Were you playing dumb, angel? Making me watch you be with him as I waited for you to look my way? You must've felt it that night; the love I've been keeping under lock and key. You know, don't you, baby? You have to know.'
'Gyu, I-'
'I waited for you for so many years. Waited patiently for you. And then came him ... But even then, I waited, and .. fuck. You finally gave yourself to me. Only for you to call me a rebound? Was I a rebound, angel? Does this feel like a rebound to you?'
Halfway through his confession, he had begun to pepper kisses along the side of your neck, drinking in every single sigh of pleasure you let out. This wasn't exactly the speech he had envisioned himself giving you all these years, but you were soft and pliant in his arms as he accused you of playing dumb to his feelings, so things seemed to be working.
'N-no ... You're not a rebound, Gyu, I ... Fuck, you're everything to me.'
'Everything? Were you willing to throw your everything away just like that, then? Were you scared, angel? Scared of how much you felt that night?', he brought his lips back to yours, almost pressing them together but not really.
'Yes ... Gyu, I need ...', you chased for his lips, but he wouldn't give them to you so easily, no matter how badly he wanted to swallow any and all of your cries.
'I need to hear you say it. Need you to tell me.'
'I love you, Gyu', you gulped, eyes glassy and beautiful, 'That night ... wanted more. Needed more. I should- I should've broken up with him so long ago. The moment I began to compare him to you. He was nothing. He's nothing. I love you. I'm sorry, I didn't-'
He kissed you then, interrupting the rambles he had only ever dreamed of hearing from you. You'd thought of him? Wanted him to be the one holding you close at night? Had he known, he would've fallen to his knees the moment your heart opened up to him. He didn't care when your feelings for him began, he would've dropped everything in that moment to reciprocate.
'You wanted me? Were you waiting for me too, beautiful? Huh? Did you ache for me as I did you?' it was as if he'd burn if his lips strayed away from you further than a few measly inches. Every word was spoken against your mouth as you whined for his lips to find home against yours again.
'I need you .. Need you so fucking bad. Can I have you? Can I finally make you mine?'
This time you took control, dragging him down as you kissed him with everything you had to give, moaning affirmations against his lips. That's all he needed to wrap your legs around his waist and take you to your room once more. He had no time to waste. Knowing his feelings to be mutual was driving him insane, making his brain short circuit at all the implications behind your confession. Had you thought of him every night as he did you? Had these past two weeks been agony remembering every second of that night? If you felt even half as miserable as he did while aching for you to be his, then he truly needed to show you what he'd been wanting to give to you all these years.
He laid you on your bed, making quick work of your clothes as he unwrapped you, mouth watering at your nudity. His hands had their fun, feeling every soft inch of your body as his ears fed on every single whine whenever he'd pass by a particularly sensitive spot. His mouth was like a magnet the moment his eyes landed on your tits. His plan to make you cry as he abused your nipples with his lips had been on the back of his mind since that first night. He had wanted to go through with it now, but your cunt was begging for him just south from him, making him eventually get back on track.
You had been equally as desperate in getting his clothes off, feeling him up in a way that had him feeling filthy. Your desperation for him was making him lightheaded. The thought of being an object for your pleasure crossed his mind for a moment. His mind would've stayed there for a while had you not interrupted him with a whine of his name.
'Fuck me. Please, Gyu ... Need you so bad.'
'Angel, need to prepare you, just give me a min-'
'No! I'm ready, Gyu. I promise! Just .. please ...'
Fuck. He couldn't hold back if you looked at him with those eyes, quite literally begging for cock to impale the pretty pussy that he'd been aching to have against his tongue.
With one hand, he grabbed onto his aching cock, using his other hand to position your hips in order to give him perfect access to your cunt. He used his dominant hand to drag the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, groaning at the stimulation against his slit. You matched his reaction by arching your back against your bed, begging him to please put it in. He could only handle a little bit of teasing until his cock finally began to push through your walls. Your cunt gave resistance, but you insisted that the stretch was delicious, begging him to not hold back.
'Feel so good ... Fuck, Gyu, you're so big ...'
He didn't need any type of ego boost, but your soft sighs at his size made his mind go blank, causing him to speed up his entrance, swallowing a loud whine from your lips to his.
'O- oh, fuck! Baby ... you're so fucking tight, shit!', he had imagined the feeling of your walls wrapped around him ever since he could remember, but no dream he could conjure could compare to the reality of it.
You were off worse than him. Your mouth was open and your eyes rolled back. You were practically a limp doll, mewling at him to 'please give you more' every so often. He just couldn't hold back at the sight, giving you everything you wanted with every single thrust.
He pounded into you so animaliatically that the your moans had begun to be drowned out by the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall. It was like the room was shaking from the intensity in which he fucked you, but you wouldn't stop crying for more. Mingyu's ability to think had died the moment he kissed you, which added to the myriad of reasons why he was unable to stop ramming into you even as tears clouded his eyes. At some point, however, he finally snapped back into reality, deciding to go for an intense yet more mellow pace.
He wanted to enjoy you; to see you lose your mind on his cock. Your pretty eyes staring up at him with tears welling in them made him lower his face down to yours to give you a quick peck. You responded by putting one of your hands on his cheek (which had previously been dragging its nails deliciously across his back) to keep him close to you.
'L-love you so much', you hiccuped.
'Oh, angel ... You have no idea.'
He was close now. The mere affection behind your eyes had made him want to fill you up more than anything. And you seemed to be in the same state, as not even seconds later you began to beg him to let you cum.
'Angel, need you to cum with me, okay? Need that pussy strangling my dick, fuck. Please.'
'Gyu .. Gonna cum. Fuck. Come with me, please! Want you to fill me up so bad ...'
'I'll give it to you, angel. I'll give you anything you want. My beautiful girl.'
He pulled you even closer to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he felt you tighten up once more. His fingers had been toying with your clit the moment he suspected your orgasm was on its way, only accelerating the process. His load spurt inside of you the second your orgasm took over you, making him press his face even further into your neck whining as his hips went crazy against your cunt.
Your screams made him lose the tiny bit of sanity he had left, digging the soles of your feet into his back as you pulled him to meld with your body. The two of you shook against each other for a minute or so before you finally went limp. Mingyu immediately took action, positioning so you could cuddle into the bed. He'd worry about cleaning you up later (Maybe by taking you to your shower and burying his face between your legs). Now, he wanted to feel you pressed up against him as he caressed you and told you how badly he loved you.
You sat up a bit, although still being held in his arms, and looked attentively into his eyes.
'Angel?'
'I'm sorry, Mingyu .. I'm sorry I made everything so complicated. I didn't realize how much I liked you until that night and I was scared I had just used you without realizing it. I love you, I'm sorry.'
His heart swelled up at the confession. He already had a pretty clear idea of your feelings after the past hour of making love, but hearing a confession come from your lips had been something he had always dreamed of hearing.
'Shhh', he held you even tighter, 'I love you. There's nothing you could do to ever make me stop. If this is what needed to happen for us to be together, I'd go through it ten times over. Just wanted you to be mine.'
'I'm yours, Gyu. I promise.'
'Yeah? You know you can't get rid of me now, right?', he chuckled, 'If you thought I was touchy before, just you wait.'
'Shut up. You say that like it's a threat', you giggled against him, lightly smacking his chest.
'Don't say I didn't warn you.'
~
You spent the night holding each other and bantering in your bed. You finally spoke of everything surrounding your lives as of late, even touching on your feelings for one another and the respective gravity of them through the years. Mingyu felt embarrassed revealing the intensity of his own, but enjoyed the way you'd gasp and giggle at his commentary, so it was impossible for him to stop.
'Since pre-debut?? You really liked me since then?'
He cringed but laughed nonetheless, 'Yeah ... I don't know. I saw your debut stage and I just couldn't take my eyes off you. I kept up with your group after that until Jungkook introduced us.'
'Oh my god? Did Jungkook know? Did anyone?'
'Some of my members did, but I was discreet. You didn't like me back, so I didn't want to impose it on you.'
You frowned at that, 'Gyu, I-'
'Hey, it's okay. I got the girl now, didn't I? Took a while but now I get you forever. Nice trade off, I think.'
'Were you this nice to all those other girls?', you were teasing him now.
You'd merely laughed when he revealed his dating habits to you. The ones he kept hidden to ensure you wouldn't assume him to be some type of womanizer. You'd even coo'd at him upon hearing that it had all been to keep his mind off you, promising that you were now all his, so there was no need to ever look at another girl.
'Yah! Stop. They don't exist to me anymore. Just like no other man exists for you, yeah? Just me.'
'Yeah, Gyu. Just you', you sealed the unspoken promise with a kiss.
Keeping your relationship a secret had been entirely out of the question. The moment the two of you arrived to Hybe together that next morning, Mingyu had been unable to keep his hands off you. He didn't care if any artists or staff knew you were his (He wanted them all to know, actually). If he could, he would've even gone as far as letting the entire world know, but he wasn't quite ready to involve the two of you in a massive scandal.
Life had now become the perfect routine. He'd head to work to his dream job with his best friends, only being a few floors under the love of his live's workplace. It had taken him years, but he was finally exactly where he always wanted to be. He couldn't help but be reminded of that fact every time you stopped by his practice room to shower him with the affection he always wanted to give to you.
That young Mingyu watching you in the green room would've fainted at the mere thought of his current life.
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content: short drabble continuation to this fic, idol!mingyu x idol!reader established relationship, afab reader, smut, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 2629 (full drabble)
'Mingyu ...'
'Yeah?'
'Okay, first of all, personal space', you somehow managed to separate yourself from his tight hold.
You were currently sitting up against a mirror in seventeen's practice room. By some act of god, you and Mingyu always managed to somehow pay each other visits during the day. You'd befriended his members over the years, which meant that your presence was not uncommon even before you'd begun dating.
You had entered the room with plans to talk to Mingyu about something that had been bothering you for the past three months you'd been officially dating, except that your plans had been intercepted by the large man himself the moment he spotted you and dragged you to uncomfortably cuddle on the hard floor of the practice room. That's where you currently found yourself; hard floor digging against your ass as mingyu held you against him, keeping a hellish posture as the two of you laid back against one of the many mirrors in the room.
'Is there something you wanna tell me? Maybe about your previous relationships ...'
That piqued his interest. You didn't say it with any type of anger in your voice. You simply wanted some confirmation on some suspicions that had recently arisen. You knew Mingyu had a bit of a past in the dating area (something which he never spoke about due to feeling embarrassed by it), but you didn't realize how far it went until you'd attended MNET last week, only to be received with dirty looks by a few of the female staff members. You hadn't realized that rumors of your relationship had begun to circle around the industry (not having entered the general public yet), meaning that many staff members at venues often visited by kpop idols were aware of the high possibility that the well-known 97-liner besties were now something more.
This should not have come as a negative thing. Contrary to popular belief, idol dating within the industry was never much of an issue. Idols kept it hush, and most staff members remained either unaware or were too professional (or scared of repercussions) to ever really do anything with that information. You, however, had now been on the receiving end of one too many angry faces headed your way. It had even gone as far as staff 'accidentally' spilling your drink or messing up the settings of your in-ear. It wasn't until you had heard from your own company's staff that Mingyu had frequented a few of the girls working at MNET that you realized the reason why a metaphorical target had been put on your head.
You'd wished that Mingyu would've prepared you for this. I mean, you would've warned him ahead of time if he ever were to interact one-on-one with one of your exes (though that was unlikely, as you did not share Mingyu's serial-dating habits even before your relationships), so you would've expected the same from him.
' ... What previous relationships?'
'Gyu! Don't play dumb. MMET staff? Really? Did you think it was a good idea to shit where you eat?'
'Oh, fuck. Did someone say something mean? Baby, I'm sorry, I-'
'You should've warned me before I walked in to work with three of your exes!', by now you had unglued yourself from him, legs still tangled but no longer leaning against each other.
You weren't truly mad. You really only found the situation ridiculous, but you had still wished you hadn't been so caught off guard like that
'I'm sorry! I didn't want you to think I was some time of .. whore. I did date around a lot, but it was never anything serious. I'm sorry, I'll tell you next time, okay, baby? Forgive me?'
He was such an idiot. Immediately pouting at you and pulling you back into his arms, knowing you weren't truly mad.
'Fine. But I swear to God, Kim Mingyu, if this happens again ...'
'Yes, Ma'am.'
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Say Don't Go
SUMMARY: For too long you had been waiting for Vernon. For too long you had let these feelings fester. Now all you can do is wait and beg for him to not let you leave.
GENRE: Angst
PAIRING: Vernon Chwe x afab!reader
WC: 1.6k
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez
SERIES TAGLIST: @captain-brie @@nobraincellmode
18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOGGED
WARNINGS: hurt no comfort, Vernon is an asshole, toxic relationship, implied friends with benefits, mentions of blood/knives but no one actually gets hurt it's just a metaphor, people being nosy at restaurants, a waitress is extra nosy, swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, friends to fwb to ???, ending is open-ended
A/N: I'm planning on finishing this series asap because good god I've been working on it for TOO LONG. Hopefully I'll be able to finish by mid-January jghisrghuis. Also this is NOT edited so i apologize for any mistakes.
Sometimes you wonder where it all went wrong, when you and Vernon went from something to nothing in his eyes.
Even as you lay in his arms now, you know that he would rather be anywhere else but with you in your living room. Thereâs a coldness in his hand as it brushes your arm, a discomfort in the smile he sends you at every comment you make about the film on your TV screen. Your fingers play with a loose string on his t-shirt and you exhale quietly, letting your body deflate against him.Â
It had been months now since you and Vernon started messing around. You werenât dating, no, Vernon hated the idea of being exclusive with someone while he was so young. This wasâŚthis was something else. You knew he slept with other people, knew that every night he found someone knew but on the weekends he crawled back to you. He made you think he loved you. You wonder if he knew that youâd only ever slept with him. That he was your first everything, and that it broke your heart every time he left you.
âYouâre thinking.â And then he does this. He knows you so well it scares you. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNothing.â Vernon lifts his head off the arm of the couch, straining to look at where you lay on his chest.Â
âYouâre lying to me now?â A crooked smile, playful yet curious, is flashed in your direction. Your stomach churns uncomfortably, knowing that despite him being able to read you so well, you knew nothing of what he was thinking. Not anymore, at least.Â
âWhy would I lie to you?â Your eyes are drooping, and you nuzzle deeper into his chest. His hand slowly trails up your arm and rests on your head.
âWhy wouldnât you?â His voice sounds faint.Â
âBecause I love you.âÂ
He says nothing, and you donât expect him to. Not anymore. In the past, before acceptance had hit you, maybe you wouldâve hoped he would. Maybe you wouldâve begged him to say it back, and maybe he wouldâve. He wouldâve let you believe that he loved you, but you know he doesnât.Â
You shouldâve known better than to believe that Vernon would show up. You shouldâve known better than to convince yourself that he wouldnât forget you at the restaurant, that he wouldnât choose someone else over you.Â
Now, three hours later, youâre finishing up another drink, picking at the dessert youâd treated yourself to after the meal. You werenât going to let your own naivety ruin your night, even if the tears welling in your eyes have been threatening to spill over like a waterfall. Youâre glad youâd chosen a booth for yourself, facing away from the door so you donât get your hopes up every time it opens.Â
The knife in your heart has been twisted far too many times, the blood spilling down your chest for all to see. You were tired of it, so why were still holding out hope for him?
Someone sinks into the booth across from you, out of breath and leaning his head back for a few moments.Â
âShit, traffic was bad.â Vernon gasps out. A lie. âAndâ and then the parking. Shit, the parking was awful.â Why is he lying?
âStop.â Vernon stares at you, his lips still parted as he catches his breath. âStop lying to me, please. For once.âÂ
His lips draw into a thin line, and he adjusts his position to sit straighter. It almost hurts to see him so dressed up for you, but then you see the lipstick on his collar and your anger comes back.Â
The waitress returns with your check, shooting Vernon a dirty look. Sheâd pieced together the story on her own, not that it was hard to figure out. A heartbroken girl, alone in a booth for two hours. Who wouldnât be able to figure out what happened?
The two of you sit silently in the booth as you fill out your bill, sliding your card into the book and placing it near the edge of the table.Â
âYouâre mad at me.â Vernon concludes, and you scoff.
âYeah, sure.â You cross your arms, and Vernon bites on his tongue.Â
âWhyâ why canât you just tell me whatâs wrong?â He tries to keep his voice down, his hands tightening into fists. Your eyes scan him, scan his tense posture and the muscles ticking in his jaw.Â
âI feel like it should be obvious, no?â The ice in your glass of water has melted and you take a small sip, letting the cold liquid slide down your throat slowly.Â
âWell, Iâm sorry to say this, but itâs not.â You sniff, whether in distaste or to hold back your tears you canât tell. âSometimes you have to actually tell people what you want.â
âI have, Vernon.â You hiss and smile at the waitress when she grabs the check again. âI have voiced everything to you time and time again, and yet you seem to ignore it. Itâs like you donât care about meâ and Iâm not talking about our fucking sex life.â
He opens his mouth to talk, but you keep going.Â
âDid you forget that we were friends before this?â You ask him, and for a moment he thinks itâs rhetoric. When you donât continue speaking, he stutters out a response.
âIâ no, I didnât, but Y/Nââ
âIf you didnât forget then why do you act like this?â Your eyebrows are furrowed, your lips pursed. âAllâ All I ever asked of you is to prioritize our friendship over anything else. Thatâ that if you thought things were getting past the point of no return, then weâd break it off. But you didnât, and itâs like you couldnât give less of a damn about me anymore. Why, Vernon? Why the fuck didnât you break it off when you figured out I was falling in love with you?â
Itâs like a bucket of ice-cold water has been tossed over him, the heat from running to meet you being entirely replaced with a cold sweat. He knew, of course. How could he not have known when you made it so obvious?
âYouâ youâre blaming me for this?â He asks. âYouâre the one who agreed to be in this relationshipâ no, youâre the one who brought it up in the first place!â
âBecause I liked you!â The tables around you are turning their heads, and you lower your voice. âI knew what I was getting into when you first kissed me at that fucking holiday party at Seungcheolâs, but itâs your fault that it got to this point. Itâs your fault for stringing me along even though you knew the whole fucking time.âÂ
Your heart is pounding, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and your head feels like itâs going to explode at any moment.Â
âSoâ so this is it then?â Vernon sinks back against the uncomfortable booth. âYouâre throwing away six years of friendship becauseâ because what? You couldnât control your fucking feelings? Well, Iâm sorry but Iâm not gonna be part of your fucking pity party.â You hear a gasp from the booth behind you, as well as hushed whispers, and suddenly all your anger is replaced by embarrassment.Â
âIâ I canât believe you.â You whisper, staring at him with wide eyes. âIâ why would you say that?âÂ
Vernonâs mind races, thoughts of regret and fear pushing forward as he watches you grab your purse.Â
âY/Nââ he starts to stand but you raise your hand to stop him. His hands are on the table, the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground.Â
âIâŚI loved you, Vernon.â You try to control your breathing, but it feels impossible with the rush of emotions hitting you. âIâm sorry that I meant nothing to you, but do not blame this shit on me.â
He watches you walk away, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Stunned is not quite the word for what heâs feeling at the moment. Confused? NoâŚno heâs not confused. Vernon knows exactly why this happened, and knows that the only person to blame is himself.Â
You hesitate at the door, your hand reaching for the handle slowly as if waiting for something. He wonders if youâre waiting for him to say something, to chase you and tell you not to leave.Â
He doesnât, and he watches you leave the restaurant and shudder under the frigid weather of mid-December.Â
Your waitress clears her throat, that same dirty look on her face.
âShe forgot her card.â She explains, thrusting it back into his hand. âMake sure it gets back to her.âÂ
âIâŚI uhââ
âI get that youâre a stupid bitch,â she whispers harshly to him, and his head jerks back in shock. âBut that girl waited two and a half fucking hours for you. If you give even the tiniest shit about her, youâll run out the door right now and fix it.âÂ
Vernonâs mouth is hanging open as the waitress walks away to her next table, a fake grin plastered onto her face.Â
You waited for him.
You waited for him, knowing that he wasnât going to come, and now heâs fucked everything up beyond repair.
His feet are moving before his mind does.
The bell above his head chimes and his breath is knocked out of him once again when he takes his first gulp of cold air.Â
Donât go. Please, please donât go.
Donât leave me.
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i cant stop thinking about wonwoo with his cute nerdy glasses in a college au.... so take this as an first post of my thoughts, maybe ill write an full fic to this.. btw him and reader are a couple in this
He pushes his glasses up while looking at your social studies assignment.
"Write atleast 3 pages about how a bad government can destroy an state completly" he reads out loud, his brows furrowing. "Mrs. Smith's assignments are ass not gonna lie.." he says and sighs, putting down the paper again.
"Mhm" you answer, pretty distracted by the way his glasses fit him so well, looking at the way his chest is visible due to his rather thight shirt.
"You know.. you shouldnt wear such a tight shirt" you start saying, he looks at you confused, "..it turns on girls like crazy" you finish saying, smiling at him as his face immideatly turns red.
"Oh!.. I'm sorry-"
"Dont be, I like it" you say and kiss his neck. A pathethic whimper leaves his mouth, his body leaning into your lips.
"My assignment can wait.." you whisper, hand rubbing his bulge. His hands grip the chair he sits in, leaning his head back.
"Only one rule..", you slide down his pants,
"keep the glasses on."
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Heart's Detour | Kim Sunwoo
SUMMARY: there has been a rise in kidnapping cases in town, and your brother feared for your safety and decided to send someone who would keep you safe in the meantime. what you least expected was that the biker gang's leader was the one your brother had gotten for you, thinking that this could probably be the biggest mistake you'll ever make in your life.
PAIRING: biker!Sunwoo x afab!reader (feat. lieutenant!Jacob)
GENRE: biker au, angst, crime, fluff, thriller, slight suggestive
WARNINGS: nc-17, first and foremost Sunwoo is very flirty and delulu here đđ, slow-burn, pet names (sweetheart, princess, kitten), violence, action scenes (certain parts may contain slight bit of gory content), mentions of weaponary (guns), minor characters death, blood, betrayal, mentions of crime (kidnapping and human trafficking), slight mention about sex, traumatic backstories, mentions about mental well-being/health, Sunwoo is shirtless at one point đ, kissing, making out, yn also flirts back but it's only to keep Sunwoo in place đŤĄ
WORD COUNT: 22,779 (what in the world.)
A/N: 1/3 of the fics for this christmas season is out!! @itsbeeble @kimsohn for the both of you đ maya consider this my early birthday gift to you â¤ď¸ also a huge shoutout to @justalildumpling @from-izzy for beta reading this whole chunk of bad boy ily both sm i appreciate you always đđđ
âOh my god, you look like my next big mistake.âÂ
That was the first thing that escaped right out of your mouth as the familiar figure pulled into the driveway. You already knew who it wasâthat black leather jacket, the black helmet that covered his breathtaking look (as much as you didnât want to admit it), and the slightly worn-out boots he always wore.Â
It was the moment he took his helmet off and shook his hair to clear his vision so that he would always look straight at you and smile before you decided to ruin the mood.Â
âNow thatâs just rude. I was nice enough to accept your brotherâs request to come pick you up.âÂ
âWhat makes you think Iâd go with you, Sunwoo? Youâre one of our district's most dangerous human beings,â you deadpanned.Â
âLook sweetheart, itâs either you hop on, or Iâll leave you behind. For your information, I would still drag your ass to ride my baby because I would not want to be fed to the hound dogs by your brother.âÂ
With his reply, you quickly glanced around the area you were in to find that it was dead silent and empty and that it was already going to be midnight as you glanced at your watch. Knowing that you didnât have a choice, you reluctantly grabbed the helmet Sunwoo was extending to you and placed it over your head.Â
He smirked at your reaction, knowing very well how he was the only option to get back home. Before he did the same, he hopped back into his vehicle.Â
âGrab on.â That was the last thing he said before covering down his face shield as he started the engine. As you gently wrapped your arms around his wrist, he gave the throttle a few twists. Instantly, the bike propelled forward, and you were both on the road.Â
It wasnât unusual for your brother Jacob to cancel on you and be unable to pick you up from your job location on the city's outskirts. You knew deep down that he was always busy with his job back at the station. He was one of the lieutenants of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department, after all. When duty calls, he has to stay behind and arrange transport for you instead.
You have repeatedly reassured him that you could take the bus back home or figure out how to deal with matters like this on your own. However, your brother insisted that you were not to take the public transport back as there has been a sudden rise in crimes in the city.Â
Additionally, the town you resided in was infamous for the biker gangs, the one that the man in front of you was part of. Nobody dared to come close to them, fearing for their lives as they were capable of doing the worst possible things you couldâve imagined. But it was part of their persona that they always kept up with, as it helped them stay safe from potential dangers or threats against them.Â
Hence, you have never understood why your brother, who is part of the police force, would associate with a man like Kim Sunwoo. As far as you and the public knew, he was the leader of the biker gang in Seoul. As soon as his name was mentioned, the public would keep a distance and fear the man himself. But because of how often you have interacted with the man, you find him to be the complete opposite of the image he painted towards the public.Â
In reality, he was a goofy guy and not as terrifying nor harmful as the public had determined him to be. He was careless at times, getting all ahead of himself, which completely paints the picture of him being delusional. At times, you would tease him about something, and that was when you realised he gets scared easily. Talk to him about a ghost story, and you can guarantee that he was going to piss his pants even before you even reached the climax of your story.Â
In other words, he always looked out for you in your brotherâs absence, and he would lurk behind the shadows somewhere, ensuring you would be all alright. You were pretty sure that he probably signed some sort of deal or contract with your brother to do so because who were they to spend most of their life looking out for a young adult like you?Â
You were definitely grateful for that, as much as you would never admit it straight up to Sunwooâs face; you just couldnât understand why a biker leader like him would associate with you and your brother.Â
As you both rode for a bit, you eventually found yourselves back in the heart of Seoul. There was something about riding a bike as you took in the breathtaking view as the wind rushed past your tousling hair, sending this thrilling sensation down your spine.Â
If you were with a complete stranger, it would have set off so many alarms in your mind because of the multiple biker stories you have heard from the news and your brother.Â
But somehow, for some reason, riding with Sunwoo has always made you feel comfortable and safe.Â
Perhaps it was why you decided to hop on with him in the first place. It was your first time riding his bike with him, yet you werenât too mad about the idea. In fact, you were kind of grateful that your brother set up such arrangements.Â
It didnât take you both long enough before Sunwoo eventually dropped you off right at your doorstep. You got off the bike with ease and handed the helmet back to him as you walked up to your front door porch. Right before you decided to turn the doorknob to open the door, you turned your head back to see that Sunwoo was still there looking at you.
âYouâre not going to kidnap me, arenât you?âÂ
âCome on, you actually think that Iâm a pervert? What makes you think so, sweetheart?âÂ
âMany reasons,â you spat. Â
âRude.âÂ
âIâll take that.âÂ
âWell, now that youâre back home safe and sound, Iâll finally take my leave. Let your brother know about it.âÂ
With one final glance, he lifted his feet on the ground back up to his bike before twisting the throttle again to give his motorcycle an immediate surge of power, and he sped quickly out from your neighbourhood.Â
As you got into the comforts of your home, you made yourself comfortable before sending your brother Jacob a text to tell him that you were safe and sound before tucking yourself into bed.Â
Throughout the night, you just couldnât help but ponder why the bikerâs leader would actually care or even listen to the law enforcement to escort you back home. He couldnât have cared less and certainly had much more pressing matters than dealing with a young adult like you.Â
As you tossed and turned in your bed, that question remained in your mind, keeping you wide awake all night.Â
Kim Sunwoo, just who or what exactly are you?
âSo youâre my personal babysitter now?âÂ
You were chilling at your local coffee shop, rushing up your remaining assignments due the following week. You were still a university student before your part-time job, and had no choice but to sacrifice most of your sleep and free time to deal with pressing matters.Â
Just as you were typing away on your laptop, a familiar figure suddenly approached you with two cups of iced macchiato in both hands before he plopped down on the seat right across you and handed you one of the drinks. You raised an eyebrow at him, making him stop sipping his coffee away.Â
âBrotherâs orders,â he replied.
You had no idea why exactly Jacob was doing all of this. In fact, he hasnât been coming home much for the past week as he had been caught up with work at his station, which is also where you assumed he was sleeping for the time being. During his absence, the infamous biker leader who was sitting in front of you has been personally coming to pick you up from work every single day.Â
You thought that since you were off to focus on your studies this whole week, you would finally take a break from the delusional man himself. It turns out you were wrong, and he was here with you in the coffee shop you once called your comfort place.Â
You didnât entirely hate this guy, though; it was more of questioning why he was associating with you more often now as one of the townâs most feared individuals. Naturally, that also caused the people around you to give you the side-eye or just avoid you like the plague, all thanks to the one and only Kim Sunwoo.Â
There was a moment of silence between you two as you continued typing away on your laptop. It wasnât long before the male bent over to peek at your laptop screen to see what you were working with.Â
âDonât even bother helping me.â You replied bluntly.Â
âYou never know I might be an expert in your field of work.âÂ
You sighed. âKim Sunwoo. Itâs literature.âÂ
âWell, I wouldnât be the biker gang leader for no reason. Iâve got great communication skills, after all.âÂ
âFor your information, itâs about writing a 2000 essay review on William Shakespeareâs Romeo and Juliet.âÂ
Upon hearing the novel's name, he immediately grinned widely before scooting his chair closer to you, giving you this puppy look that he was now very intrigued by your work.Â
âOh my god, Romeo and Juliet is my absolute favourite! Mark my words when I tell you I am a huge fan of romance novels or TV shows!âÂ
You sighed in defeat when he began reading the essay that you have written so far; you could tell that he was the type not to let go of something that piqued his interest. He was even reading it very diligently, and you couldnât help but chuckle at that sight.Â
âHey, donât look down on me. Just so you know, I aced all of my tests back in school and was a model student.âÂ
âHmm, questionable, but I will take that.âÂ
Just like that, the time seemed to pass as quickly as possible, and you were even surprised by how much knowledge he had about the classic novella itself. It was intriguing to find out that he got invested in the topic and was able to help you brainstorm specific ideas that you could add on to make your essay much more sophisticated.Â
Right when you were about to type away to finish up the final parts of your essay, you suddenly felt a little tap on your shoulders, which made you turn your head back to see who it was. Once you laid your eyes upon them, you quickly shot up from your chair and gave them a big hug.Â
âKisa! Where exactly have you been? Everyone at work has missed you so badly.â You hugged your former co-worker tightly, rubbing your cheeks together even as it had been months since you had last seen each other.Â
âI know. Things have been rough recently, and I had no choice but to take a short leave.âÂ
âYou could have at least told us what was going on, Kisa. Werenât we all your closest buds around town?âÂ
She chuckled. âI guess.âÂ
There was a little awkward moment of silence between you two, which you thought was a bit odd as Kisa used to be an excellent talker who would always have a topic ready up her sleeves. You quickly examined the look in her eyes, and you could tell that something was off; it almost felt as if she was trying to tell you something, but she couldnât for some reason.
Hence, you decided to ask her. âHey Kisa, is everything alrightââ
âYou know, Y/N! There is this new cafe right towards the end of the street where we could go that serves your favourite croffles. Itâs been a while, so why donât we catch up for a bit?â Kisa asked rather hastily.Â
You could sense that something was off from her tone of voice and speech, and you desperately wanted to find out at this point.Â
âYeah, of course! Letâs head offââ
âIâm sorry, but she wonât be able to join you today.âÂ
Immediately, Sunwoo grabbed your wrist, pulled you back towards him and wrapped his hands around your shoulders.Â
âYou see, Y/N is actually on a date with me today. Perhaps the both of you could do it some other time? I apologise for that, miss.â Sunwoo replied with a smile on his face, and that immediately made Kisa back off.Â
âY-Yeah, of course! Iâm so sorry to have bothered you, Y/N. Iâll see you sometime again soon!âÂ
Instantly, Kisa turned her heel and dashed towards the front door. Just like that, your co-worker you havenât seen for months disappeared into thin air once again. You quickly darted your face back to Sunwoo, trying to interrogate him as to why on earth he had done what he did.Â
âKim Sunwoo, I knew you were delusional, but that doesnât mean you could do that to meââ
âLetâs get out of here.âÂ
Sunwoo immediately cut you off and quickly helped take all your belongings for you as he pushed you towards the front door, right towards his bike. Once you both had strapped on, Sunwoo immediately took speed and quickly drove away. During the entire ride home, it was obvious that he knew or saw something, as you felt his whole body was all tense up as you wrapped your arms around him.Â
He was awfully quiet too, not even sparring a glance back at you during the journey, and that alone was weird enough for you since he would always joke around and shout aloud amidst the busy traffic to make sure that you were still able to converse with him.Â
But no, not this time.Â
Once he dropped you off at your front porch, he kept scanning the area around your house and wouldnât even try to speak with you. When you finally removed the helmet and handed it back to him, he quickly grabbed your wrist again, and his grip tightened against yours.Â
âWhatever you do, stay at home for now. Do not leave unless it is me or your brother who answers the door,â he spoke firmly, making sure you get that through your head before he finally let go of your grip.
This was the infamous biker leader you grew up listening to rumours about how he was cold in reality, and as to why so many people were terrified of him. There was this aura around this man, and that whatever came out from his mouth, he meant business, and he wasnât the type to joke around when he set his mind on something. It was also the deathly cold stare he gave that scared so many people, including you right now as you witness them firsthand in person.Â
Giving him a little nod, he lets go of your grip so you can finally head up to open your locked front door. Once you had turned the doorknob and taken your first step in, you glanced behind again to see that he was still giving you that cold death stare. To be honest, it terrified you a little, and you knew that you couldnât ask what the whole fiasco happened back at the cafe, at least not for now.Â
With that, you walked right into the comforts of your house and closed the door shut, eyes still glued towards that cold death stare from the biker leader. You tried your best to distract yourself by cleaning up the house a little and getting yourself all cosy and ready for bed while sparing a few glances at your windows to see that Sunwoo was still there, staring directly at your house, or rather, at you.Â
It wasnât until the clock finally struck midnight that Sunwoo decided it was time to leave you alone as he drove off and disappeared.
Whatever happened today was enough for you to finally conclude that something was up, and you needed to know. It surely must not have just been a pure coincidence that Sunwoo has been popping up in your life just like that out of the blue, and how your brother actually trusted him and asked that he took care of you in his place, and with what happened today at the cafe with Kisa.Â
Something was definitely up, and you needed answers.Â
Immediately.
You couldnât care less if you were to be scolded by your big brother. When you woke up this morning, you quickly called for a taxi to take you to your brotherâs station. It took a while to convince the ones at the reception that your brother was one of the lieutenants, so they had to call Jacob and make him personally come down to escort you.Â
Jacob's eyes widened upon seeing you, but the moment he saw your face, he knew that you came here for a good reason and that you werenât just here for a visit.Â
After passing through the multiple securities, you finally ended up in his office on one of the top floors. Luckily, things werenât too busy, so your brother had some time to spare with you.Â
âHey sis, Iâm sorry I havenât been able to come home lately nor pick you up from work. Itâs just that I have had so many cases to deal withââ
âJacob, I need answers.â You cut him off.Â
It was the look that you had in your eyes that made it absolutely clear to Jacob that you werenât leaving until you had the answers that you desperately wanted. It has always been like this for you, even when you were a child. You were persistent and would do anything to get whatever you wanted. With you seated on the couch in his office, you leaned back slightly and crossed your arms and legs, indirectly telling your brother to do the same.
Jacob let out a deep sigh before he finally got himself comfortable and placed a hot cup of freshly brewed tea he had made just for you right onto the table, pushing it towards you before he finally sat down across the couch from you.
It took a moment for him to rub his palms together before lifting up his face to look directly at you.Â
âY/N, please know that Iâm doing everything I can to keep you safe at all timesââ
âNot that, Jacob. Just cut to the chase, please.âÂ
âItâsâŚwell, long story short, there have been multiple cases of young girls who have been going missing for the past couple of weeks. And we have been searching high and low for clues but to no avail.â He furrowed his eyebrows as he finally spat out what had been bugging him for weeks.Â
âOkay? And what does that have to do with you sending the infamous Kim Sunwoo to care for me?âÂ
âYouâll be needing him, Y/N. I promise he will surely be looking out for you, no matter what.â
âWell, thatâs reassuring to know. But why, Jacob? Since when have you ever associated yourself with a dangerous man like him?â You questioned.Â
This time, you could tell that your brother was slightly hesitant in his next words and struggled to come up with possible answers that would please your curiosity.Â
âThatâsâŚsomething I canât say for now. But you will eventually find out yourself soon.âÂ
You scoffed before standing up and raising your voice towards your brother. âJacob, I came all the way out here to hear answers from you, my own brother. The fact that what happened at the cafe last night was odd enough, to the point that Sunwoo even gave me this death stare warning me as if I may be in danger or something. I have no idea what exactly you both are planning, but you better tell me everything from the beginning for Godâs sake, right this second.âÂ
There was this apologetic look in his eyes as he stared right back at your now-turning-red face, standing up and placing both hands on your shoulders, trying to calm you down. It was then, all of a sudden, that there was a knock on his door, and he instructed whoever it was to come in. It was one of his subordinates, and he was summoned to the chiefâs office to discuss the missing cases further.Â
Before Jacob left the room, he turned back to grab his jacket quickly and hastily put it on while speaking to you for one last time.Â
âStay here, Y/N. Iâll drop you back home after Iâm done with this meeting. Iâll try my best to return as soon as possible.âÂ
Within seconds, Jacob and his subordinate rushed out of the room and closed the door shut. Now that your brother was gone, there was no way that you would just sit back and relax, knowing that there have been cases of young girls going missing around town. You needed to learn more about this, even if your brother isnât willing to tell you anything more about it.Â
You decided to salvage through his work desk, opening up each cabinet to see if you could find anything useful regarding the case. Scanning through the multiple files that he had kept away nicely, it seemed as if your brother might have taken the file that contained potential evidence or information about the missing girls, so you were left with nothing that could give you a bit of an insight to what exactly was going around in town.
That was until you discovered a little slip of paper peeking through one of the files.Â
You quickly took it out from the folder, and a smirk began to form on your face as you read through the information on that little piece of paper.Â
âIf youâre not going to tell me, Jacob, Iâll figure all this out myself then.â
With the last remaining pocket money you had , you managed to hail a taxi to bring you to the specified location that was written on that little piece of paper. However, you gave the driver a slightly different route than the one from the paper, for you knew that no ordinary citizen would ever step foot within the infamous territory.
The moment you stepped out of the vehicle, you assumed that you would be walking for about a good ten minutes before you were able to arrive at the exact location. You didnât mind that in the slightest bit; you just needed to find the right person to ask the questions that have been gruelling in the back of your mind.Â
The walk towards the location wasnât exactly smooth as you had to pass through the woods to get there undetected. It was already dark out then, so you had to rely on your handy-dandy torchlight from your phone to guide you through the woods. It felt eerie, and the crackling sounds as you stepped on the branches scattered across the ground didnât help in the slightest bit.
But you had to remind yourself that you came here constantly for a purpose: no matter what, you werenât going home empty-handed. With the best of your abilities, you pushed through and eventually, arrived after almost an hour of walking, where, in reality, it wouldâve taken you ten minutes if you didnât spend most of the time getting lost in the woods.Â
What mattered was that you were finally at the location, and upon first inspection, it was a vast empty parking lot filled with motorcycles from one end to another. Thankfully, there were multiple huge metal transport boxes that filled the area, so you sneakily stepped out from the woods and ran to the closest one to hide.Â
You decided to sneak your head out a little and peek through the corners of the box, and as expected, you were able to spot several individuals towards the far end of the parking lot. Some of them were leaning against their bikes as they drank to their heartâs content while chatting away, while others were ultimately passed out and fast asleep in the empty garage at the centre.Â
Judging from the location you were at now, it was nearly impossible to hear precisely what those individuals were talking about. If you want to get your hands on concrete evidence, you have got to move closer.Â
With a quick dash, you ran towards box by box while trying your best to be undetected. Each time you managed to get from one box to another, you always gave yourself a quiet sigh of relief and tried your best to calm your beating heart down.Â
Okay, just a few more boxes to go. I can do thisâ
Instantly, someone came up from behind to cup your mouth with their hands while the other was wrapped around your chest, trying to calm your muffling sounds down.Â
âWhat in Godâs mind were you even thinking of stepping foot in this place?â
That voice. It belonged to the person you have been longing to find in the first place.Â
âS-Sunwoo,â you muffled as his hands still cupped your mouth.Â
At that moment, both of you heard footsteps coming closer to where you were and knew you were about to be cornered. There was no reason for an outsider like you to be present in the biker gangâs territory, and you would pretty much be skinned alive if you were to be found.
Time was ticking, and you needed to think of a way to get out of here undetected.Â
But thankfully, it seemed as if Sunwoo had everything under control.Â
Or so you thought.Â
Just when the few bikers came around the corner, a loud gasp came from them as they witnessed the sight beyond them. Never in a million years would they have caught their boss making out with some random stranger in their base.
âU-Uh, boss? What exactly is going on?â One of the bikers stammered, hoping that the question asked wouldnât get him into trouble.Â
It took a few seconds for Sunwoo to turn his head to look at them with his face looking like a mess as if he had just had a steamy kissing session with whoever he was with, as he was also trying his best to protect your identity by pushing your head down towards the crook of his neck.Â
The bikers gulped at the sight, but Sunwoo quickly gave them a plausible answer for now.Â
âYou see, this little one has gotten some valuable information from us, and Iâm just doing a favour to get them cough up whatever shit that they know and to ruin them a little bit for some fun.â He smirked.Â
That was enough to shut the bikers up, and then they quickly brushed it off, telling their boss that they would get a quick smoke to loosen up a bit. As they finally walked away and the coast was clear, Sunwoo immediately lifted your head to get you to face him directly. He could tell you were beyond speechless and there was this unreadable emotion on your face.Â
Confused? Mad? Upset? Maybe all of it at once.Â
But that didnât stop him from dragging you out of that place as he quickly brought you back into the woods, going through the dark passageway once again until you both ended up back on the road you originally came from.Â
That was when you finally freed yourself from his grasp, and you began raising your voice at him, even if you didnât mean to.Â
You didnât know what you were feeling at this point either; one thing for sure is that you definitely felt overwhelmed by everything that was happening. As much as you tried to open your mouth, the words wouldnât come straight out. With that, Sunwoo decided to help you finish your sentence instead.
âAdmit it, you liked my kiss.âÂ
Your eyes widened. âWhat the actual bullshit, Kim Sunwoo.â
âSo now you can talk.âÂ
God, this was starting to get to your head badly, and there was just so much vulgar language that you wanted to throw at the man in front of you. But it seems that Sunwoo was once a step ahead of you.Â
âYouâre up to no good, princess.âÂ
âWhat do you even know, Sunwoo-â
âI have a pretty good guess that you came without telling your brother, or rather, against his orders.âÂ
You absolutely hated that Sunwoo knew precisely what was going on in your mind and how he could read you perfectly. It was as if you were just plain as day; your discreet movements or actions youâve tried to keep secret will always be revealed quickly against your own will.Â
Eventually, you decided to give in. âFine. I did.âÂ
âNow, someone is not being a good sibling, arenât they? Might have to report back to big brother Jacob, and someoneâs going to get some timeoutââ
Before Sunwoo could finish his sentence, you quickly stomped towards him and grabbed his collar, seemingly shutting him up for a moment.
âYouâre going to tell me everything. Every single detail, Kim Sunwoo.âÂ
Sunwoo already had a good guess as to why you were here in the first place. You came to find him and took the risk of visiting his hideout written on the piece of paper you found in Jacobâs office. Mentally, he was throwing curses at your brother for not spilling the details because now he was the one who was going to do it instead.Â
Jacob Bae, I sincerely hope that your microwave is going to break down so that you will be having cold meals for a period of time and that you will get your ass kicked by your CEO for not having much progress in the missing cases.Â
From your not-so-nice friend, Kim Sunwoo.Â
As much as you almost exerted this fiery aura, Sunwoo did not flinch in the slightest. He was used to things like this anyway; he was the biker gangâs leader after all. Instead, he grinned back at you.
âYou clearly have lost your mind thinking that you can manipulate the biker leader to spill out the deeds for you. It seems that you have not experienced why exactly the public fear about us, Y/N.âÂ
This time, he slowly takes a step forward little by little, and you slowly begin to back off while your hands remain on the collar of his shirt.Â
âLet me tell you a little something, Y/N. The moment when you stepped within our territory, you were just as good as dead meat.â Sunwoo continued.Â
Another step forward.
âDo you know why the public fear us, Y/N? We are predators. And predators hunt for prey who messes with us.âÂ
Another step forward.Â
âAnd you little innocent citizens of Seoul have officially become our prey because no one messes with us. I mean, no one. You have chosen death when you decided even to come close to us.âÂ
Another step forward.Â
âSo you might as well say your last words before I devour you up, hmm?â Sunwoo then stops at his track as he leans forward so that both of your faces are mere inches away, and he closes his eyes while giving you the biggest smile you have seen just yet.Â
That alone was enough to shake you to your core.Â
It was just as portrayed in books and TV shows, on how smiles make the villains ten times worse than they are. When a villain smiles, you drop everything and run for it.Â
If only that were what exactly you did.Â
You straighten your posture before you spit back at him. âYou wonât have the guts to do that to me, Kim Sunwoo.âÂ
âAnd what makes you think that, sweetheart?âÂ
âBecause you love me,â you spat.Â
Upon hearing those words, the smile immediately fell from his face, and a shocked expression replaced it. Sunwoo quickly backed off and took a few steps back away from you.Â
Bingo.Â
âN-No, I donât.â Sunwoo chuckled.Â
âJokes on you, young man; you were literally head over heels for me, thatâs why you agreed to babysit me in the first place.âÂ
You instantly noticed how flushed his face was getting as he quickly cupped both sides of his face with his hands, trying to calm the heat down. But that did not stop you from moving towards him now as you continued taunting him.Â
âYou know, I think your fellow bikers would be delighted to hear that their boss was in love with a commoner like me, donât you think? Iâm sure the biker community loves to hear romance since you boys have been angsty all year.âÂ
âNo no no! Not the biker community! Iâm supposed to be a cool leader everyone looks up to and worship goddamit!â He was now covering his ears like a little child.Â
Oh, Kim Sunwoo, you indeed are such a sucker for romance.Â
Finally, you took the final steps and stood before him, placing both hands upon his shoulders, and you returned a devilish smile.Â
âI think someoneâs got a good explanation to do before I feed him to my brotherâs hound dogs back at the station.â
âY/N Bae, I absolutely would love to ruin your makeup right now.âÂ
âKim Sunwoo, I absolutely would love to throw you straight into the river right now.âÂ
After that confrontation on the empty road, you both decided to take this whole conversation elsewhere before any of the bikers made their way out to confront you two again.Â
So you hopped back onto Sunwooâs bike and drove a little to the well-known spot in Seoul, Han River.Â
Since Sunwoo had barely recovered from your counterattack before, he was clearly distracted as he droved through the city, constantly putting out this pout and sulky expression on his face, making you want to tease him more. Occasionally, you would purposely snake your hands up to his abdomen to his chest, which made the male squirm and his body tense upon the contact, making him cry out loud, for Godâs sake, and somehow apologise throughout the entire ride.Â
The moment you both got to the river, Sunwoo immediately asked you to get out of his vehicle while trying to calm his pounding chest down. Unfortunately, you were nowhere near done wrecking the bike leader, so you snaked your arms around him as you dragged him out from his bike, taking them down to one of the stairs facing the river.Â
Sunwoo was not in the right mind and was trying his best to counterattack, which at one point he did. But thanks to the taekwondo classes you took back in the day, you quickly turned the tables around.
So now Kim Sunwoo was the one pinned to the ground while you were hovering above him, pinning both his hands above his head while your legs kept his in place, leaving him no room to move around.Â
âIf only being delusional wasnât my weakness, I swear Y/NâŚâ
âTell that to the ones who created you.they were the ones to cast this spell upon you.âÂ
âWhat do I get if I tell you the truth?â
You paused for a moment. What were you going to repay him exactly?Â
But since you were already keeping up with this facade a couple of hours ago, you might as well continue the seeds that you have planted.
âA kiss from me to you.âÂ
Upon hearing those words, the male smirked before finally closing his eyes and let loose his body slightly.Â
âFine, Y/N. You win.âÂ
With that, you also did the same by slowly releasing your grip on his arms, knowing well how he wouldnât be counterattacking you soon.Â
âWhat I am about to tell you, Y/N⌠Iâm not exactly sure if youâre able to stomach it all, to be honest.âÂ
âNothing as bad as the cases that my brother has done, I bet.âÂ
âFair. Your brother deals with brutal homicide cases, after all.âÂ
Sunwoo then propped himself up, and you decided to give him some space by getting off him and sitting crossed-legged at his side. It took Sunwoo a moment to gather his thoughts before finally telling you the whole story.Â
âY/N, did you realise why I dragged you away on that day you met that co-worker of yours?âÂ
âYou meant Kisa?âÂ
âDid you notice anything strange about her?â
âWell, yeah I kind of did. Her demeanour was setting off many red flags in my mind for sure,â you replied. The thought about Kisa once again made you frown; you have been constantly worrying about her since that day.
âIâll tell you right now that she is one of the girls who had gone missing for the past couple of months.âÂ
Missing? Is she related to the missing person cases that your brother was dealing with then?Â
âThe fact that she has reappeared all of a sudden was strange enough, and luckily, I noticed a barcode tattooed right behind her ear.âÂ
Barcode? What exactly was going on?Â
Sunwoo noticed how perplexed you were with the whole situation and sighed before continuing with his words.Â
âY/N, I think you do know what happens when someone is tattooed with a barcode on different parts of their body, donât you?âÂ
No. It canât be. You knew exactly what it meant, but you wouldnât have expected it to happen to someone close to you, let alone to one who has suddenly disappeared from your radar, only for them to reappear out of the blue.Â
âNo, you donât mean it.âÂ
âCome on, Y/N. You know exactly how crime works in Seoul, especially in our district; itâs corrupted, and plenty of cases like this go unnoticed because the culprits can often get away undetected.âÂ
That canât be true; you absolutely canât accept the fact that Kisa was a victim of human trafficking.Â
You slowly began to stammer in your speech. âS-So, you basically saved my life back there and then.âÂ
âIf you want to put it that way, I guess I did.âÂ
This time, Sunwoo decided to scooch a little bit closer to you, and the tone in his voice dropped as if he was now whispering what crucial detail he was about to say next.Â
âY/N, why did you think your brother made a deal with me to follow you wherever you go?âÂ
You decided to break the tension in the air slightly by making a little joke. âIâd like to think it was your idea instead because you have committed to being my stalker.âÂ
âCalling me a stalker is flat-out rude, Y/N. Especially after all that I have done for you,â he sulked.
You were glad Sunwoo could still joke around with you slightly to ease the tension.Â
âFine, to keep me safe then.âÂ
âThatâs one for sure, but also because we made a pact to crack these cold cases together without the superiors in the station knowing a thing about this.âÂ
Huh. âSo youâre a biker detective now?âÂ
âYeah, a very cool one at that too. I saved your life not once but twice. Jacob should give me a pay raise, letâs be honest.âÂ
âWhat do you mean you actually suck at your job. You have to have someoneâs consent first before you start making out with them, especially in public.â You slightly blushed at that comment. You certainly weren't going to tell him that he took your first kiss away, and you hoped that your surroundings were dark enough so that Sunwoo wasnât able to see clearly that your ears were beginning to look bright red as a tomato right now.
Unfortunately for you, he was a romance fanatic, so obviously, he could tell that you were embarrassed to say all of that. It was his sign to strike back now.
âOh honey, that kiss was a little extra from your care package that your brother signed you up for. You should be grateful that you get an extra treatment from me.â He took a string of your hair and started twirling around his fingers.Â
ââŚ.shut up.â You muttered.
Oh god, how much he was enjoying this whole moment right there.
The next thing that happened was that he moved closer again and cupped both of your cheeks with his hands before leaning his forward against yours.Â
âWhat in the world are you even thinking of doingââ
âY/N, listen to me closely about what I am about to say next, and I will only say it once.âÂ
That made all of the embarrassment from earlier die down. Judging from the look in his eyes, you knew things were about to get serious next.
âAnother reason why your brother personally asked for me to care for you for the time being was because he knew that something bad was going to happen real soon.âÂ
âSomething bad?âÂ
âYou see, we have been working together on this case for months now. With our thorough investigations, itâs clear that whoever was the mastermind behind all of this may actually be someone we are acquainted with.âÂ
âSomeone much closer to us, that is.â
Your eyes widened upon that last sentence, and you knew this case was far worse than you thought. It was a life-and-death situation if either of you let your guard down. If that was the case, it also meant that you werenât the only one in danger.Â
Bracing yourself, you slowly and reluctantly asked Sunwoo something that you hoped it was just yourself thinking way further ahead than you should.Â
âJ-Jacob isn't going to die, isnât he?â
Sunwoo didnât reply, but he stared straight into your eyes. With that, your eyes became teary, and you were on the verge of crying out silently. You knew that Jacobâs job always evolved around dangerous criminals, and thereâs no guarantee that he might come home each day in one piece; he had accepted his fate ever since he took on the badge in the first place.Â
But now, with the recent events and how he had placed you under Sunwooâs care, you knew that this was far worse than any of you had encountered before.Â
Tears began dripping down your face, and Sunwoo lightly brushed his fingers against your cheek to wipe them away.Â
âY/N, from now on, Iâm afraid you should stay as far away from your brother as possible. In other words, youâll be stuck with me for now.âÂ
âThat doesnât mean that I wonât be seeing him anymore, isnât it?â You sobbed.Â
Sunwoo smiled. âOf course not. It is so that both of us can conduct our investigation much more smoothly without outsiders intruding on our plan. I promise you, I wonât let your brother die. That would also mean that the lives of both you siblings are at my outermost top priority now.â
âWhy Sunwoo? Why would a biker leader like you even associate with us law enforcement? Didnât you and your people hate us for decades?â
He chuckled before placing a kiss on the top of your forehead.Â
âJacob Bae saved me and gave me another chance at life. And I am going to return the favour.â
It has been ten minutes since the both of you were back on the road again. You were trying to take in all of Seoulâs beautiful night views, as you might not see them for a while.Â
After calming yourself down at Han River, Sunwoo filled you in with everything you needed to know before you both took off back on the road. Based on what your brother and Sunwoo have been able to investigate so far, they decided that it was safe to conclude that the mastermind was either someone within the biker community or one of the higher-ups from the police agency. That was precisely why your brother was in a tight situation and was at risk of falling into the hands of the enemy since he was one of the lieutenants and had no control over his superiors.Â
It was precisely why Jacob decided it was best for you to keep a distance from him at the moment, for the fear that you might fall into the hands of the enemy. Hence, giving you to Sunwoo for now would mean that you had a higher chance of survivalâbeing a biker meant that Sunwoo was able to move around much more freely compared to a detective who was bound by rules that he had to abide by at all times.Â
In the meantime, Sunwoo has also been on the go trying to figure out who the traitor within the bikerâs community was who started all of this. According to the male, he guessed that someone from the detective agency was manipulating and might even be paying the traitor within the biker gang a large sum of money to traffick these young ladies out of the country. Since the bikers usually hunt out late at night, there was no doubt that the victims would have been vulnerable against them and quickly fell into their hands.Â
In order to keep you safe, and since Sunwoo has practically told you the entire plan, he has no choice but to bring you along on his investigations; as much as he hated that idea and he would much prefer locking you away somewhere where you could lay down low until the whole crime spree is over.Â
However, he knew that you would be much safer if you were within his sight range, and he would feel much more comfortable knowing that you were always near him.
He has learnt it the hard way before anyway.Â
As you both ride through the night and out away from Seoul, there is this anxious feeling rotten deep within your gutâyou are terrified, knowing now that you have finally fallen victim to the dark, corrupted crime world in Seoul.Â
With that, your arms wrapped around Sunwooâs waist tightened, and you gently laid your cheeks against his back. You just wished this ride with Sunwoo could have happened at a much better time and under better circumstances.
âDamn, Kim Sunwoo. Who knew youâd have a hideout in the middle of nowhere?âÂ
You were astounded with the entire place. It was located outside of town, and it took the both of you about a two-hour ride to get to this place, which was eventually in the middle of the wilderness. You thought building a simple cabin here was a genius idea because chances of survival were much higher, especially for Sunwoo, who lives a dangerous life each day.Â
As Sunwoo guided and led you up to the steps of his front door, he inserted a key and unlocked the front door within seconds, and your jaw dropped the moment he turned on the lights that lit up the entire cabin.Â
âWelcome to my safe space, Y/N.âÂ
Upon further inspection, you could tell that the entire cabin was built meticulouslyâfrom the sturdy timber that formed the walls, the simple yet captivating decor that filled the entire place, and the cosy fireplace that stood right at one of the corners of the living space. The entire place just felt comforting; even a stranger would agree when they stepped into this place in the woods.Â
Sunwoo noticed you had been slowly moving around the cabin, taking in all its glory. He decided that he wouldnât be ruining this little moment you have and went straight into the pantry to whip up some hot cocoa for the two of you.Â
It all felt too good to be true. You have only seen or read places like this in books or films; never in a million years would you have thought that you would get a chance to reside, let alone step into a place like this at all. It was as if you were living in a dream, and you just wished you could shut off the outside world for a while and relax in this place for as long as possible.Â
As you slowly reach the fireplace, you notice how a picture frame sits at the top, depicting a young boy and a girl riding a swing at a park. You could immediately tell how it was Sunwoo in that picture, but you had no idea if the young female was his sibling or, perhaps, his past lover, if he ever had one.Â
Before you could examine further, you heard a little thump from behind you, and you turned to see Sunwoo was back with two warm mugs of freshly made hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. He gently placed them onto the round wooden table he had before moving to the fireplace and threw some chopped wood in before lighting it up with the lighter he kept behind his back pocket.Â
You slowly sit on the couch to make yourself comfortable, take one of the mugs, and sip the freshly made drink. It didnât take long for Sunwoo to join you as he sat on the couch on your left.
âIâd like to think Iâm such a great host, donât you think? I expect you to be writing a five-star review of this Airbnb on booking.com after your stay,â he smugged before bringing his mug to his lips.Â
âI never knew a biker gang leader like you would have a soft spot for ambience like this.âÂ
âHey, bikers arenât all angsty and dark. Youâd think I live for the colour black and own everything in that specific colour?âÂ
âDonât look at me like that. Blame the media for painting you guys exactly the way you are.âÂ
Well, you had a point there. Ever since you met Sunwoo, you realised that not all of them seemed as terrible as the public had painted them to be. Even the biker leader is the same as many young adults: desperate to find love and obsessed with shoujo mangas.Â
As you took another sip of the cocoa, you gulped the liquid down slowly before enjoying your little silence, listening to the crackling sound from the fireplace as you slowly started to feel your eyelids become heavy.Â
It has been a long day; after all, you started by storming into Jacobâs office at the beginning of the day, trekking through the woods and finding out about the bikerâs hideout, going to Han River and eventually here in Sunwooâs cabin.Â
From the corners of your eyes, you could see how it would be early morning nowâthe first tendrils of light painting the sky in hues of a mixture of lavender and indigo, indicating that it would be dawn now. It was probably about five to six in the morning, and that was the last thing you could think of before you eventually fell to your slumber.Â
It took Sunwoo a few seconds to realise you had fallen asleep as he admired the skies from his cabin window just like you were. When he finally turned to look at your head, bending down with your eyes closed, the mug of now warm cocoa still nestled within your grasp.Â
Sunwoo smiled at the sight of you resting comfortably like that. It reminded him so much about her. It almost felt bittersweet then, but Sunwoo tried his best to get rid of those feelings before things started to get too deep again.
He slowly got up, gently opened up your fingers surrounding the mug, and took it off your hands to place it on the table. He then swooped his hands around your shoulders and under your legs before picking you up bridal style. Trying his best not to make a noise, he slowly brought you into his only bedroom in the cabin, gently laying you down on the comforts of his bed and tucking you into bed with his cosy duvet.Â
When he was about to get up from the bed, he felt something wrapping around his pinky before turning to see that it was from you. He couldnât tell if you had a dream or if it was just by reflex as you wrapped your fingers around his pinky and tugged them close to you.Â
Sunwoo smiled at the sight of you doing so, and he sat down on the bed again, gently caressing your hair as you fell deeper into your dreamland.Â
Y/N. I promise I will protect you at all costs and avoid making the same mistake as before.
The chirping noises were what woke you up from your slumber. You squint your eyes as you slowly open them to reveal the sunlight shining directly into the cabin. You also heard clanking noises coming beyond the closed doors, and you decided it was time to get up to check out whatever it was.Â
As you opened the door, your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped as you approached the dining table. It seemed as if Sunwoo had made you an entire breakfast meal that looked identical to what you would get from the local diners in town. The man even took the extra step to brew you some hot coffee and placed two little jars filled with white and brown sugar so you could adjust your drink to your desired taste.Â
You slowly pulled the chair and sat down before Sunwoo turned around from the stovetop, placing a freshly made fried sunny-side egg onto your plate, and that was when you took in what Sunwoo was wearing before you eventually burst out into laughter.Â
âWhat was that about? I went the extra mile to make you breakfast.â Sunwoo pouted.Â
âN-No, itâs not that. I never thought you were a frilly pink floral aprons type of guy.â You had to cover your mouth and fan yourself because you were laughing so hard that breathing was hard by the second.Â
âYou stop it right there. Someone special made this apron; I will not let you disrespect it.â Sunwoo was now pointing at you with his spatula, threatening that he would take your breakfast and eat it himself.Â
As you calmed yourself down and apologised, he finally sat beside you while still sulking because of your comment before and started cutting up his bread and sausages on the plate. When Sunwoo saw that you had taken your first bite, he couldnât help but make a sarcastic remark to lighten the mood once again.
âHurry up and tell me that my cooking skills are top-notch.â He lifted his head high as if he was already praising himself before you even said anything.Â
Frankly, it tasted much better than what you had in mind. Who wouldâve thought the most feared person in town was also a good cook? The fact that he was able to build this cabin on his own, cared for you, and made you a delicious meal was a bummer that he was still single at this point.Â
But since you have teased Sunwoo since the beginning, there was no way you would tell him that and continue feeding his delusions.Â
âIâm surprised that I did not puke nor have an upset stomach with the initial first bite, to be honest.âÂ
He narrowed his eyes at you. âYou ungrateful little brat.âÂ
âThank you, Iâll take that.â You grinned widely at him, making him return you with disgust.Â
Surprisingly, breakfast then went by reasonably quickly, and you offered to help clean up the kitchen even when the male insisted that you were his guest and werenât supposed to do anything while you were there.Â
After a little bit of squabbling about cleaning the cabin up, Sunwoo heads out the front door, signalling for you to come with him.Â
âThereâs this place that I think youâll love, Y/N. Care to hop on for another ride with me?â
âKim Sunwoo, give me your keys to your cabin right now Iâm officially moving in.âÂ
He giggled as you said that hurriedly before running down to the designated spot he brought you to. As you hopped back onto Sunwooâs bike, he took you along for another drive that only took about five minutes away from his cabin. As you both parked the bike somewhere safe, he guided you to take a step deeper into the woods, where, eventually, you both ended up at a beautiful creek.
A crystal-clear stream burbles along the riverbed, bubbling over the surrounding rocks and branches. There were a couple of stepping stones that scattered across the stream, giving whoever chose to visit to have the opportunity to walk across from one end to the other. A couple of flowers blossomed at the sides of the river, giving the creek a little pop of colour.Â
It was a sight to behold. Who would have thought that there was such a place near where Sunwoo lived? At this point, you swore that you would label this entire outskirt as paradise, and you wouldnât mind spending the rest of your life here, away from the capital's bustling streets.Â
You slowly made your way to the river, where you stuck one of your hands into the waters, letting the streams of water hit the back of your hand. Sunwoo then made his way towards you before bending down to pick up one of the pebbles on the ground, before tossing it across the waters to see it bounce on top of the surface before eventually sinking into the waters.Â
âIs there anything that you canât do, Kim Sunwoo?â You asked as you saw how he was a master at skipping stones, way better than most people could do.Â
âIâve been doing this for decades, Y/N. Of course, I am the master of stone skipping.â He proudly acclaimed before picking another pebble and tossing it across the waters again.Â
You couldnât help but smile at that remark. âSo that means you come here often, then?âÂ
âUsed to.â He corrected you. âI havenât been here in a very long time.âÂ
âWell, then, Iâm grateful that you decided not to gatekeep such a place from me,â you replied, sincerely thanking the man for taking you out of the cabin to come to such a place to relax.
âYouâre going to be staying with me for a while; obviously, I have to keep you occupied before you start complaining out of boredom in the cabin.â He stuck out his tongue at you before tossing another pebble.Â
âIâm not a kid, Sunwoo. I know how to keep myself occupied.â This time, it was your turn to give him a pout.Â
âIâm gonna bet on 10,000 korean won that you will be screaming out of frustration by the third day if you were stuck all day in that cabin of mine.âÂ
âThen Iâm sorry to burst your bubble, but I can literally find anything to do to keep myself occupied at all places.â You were now standing up and stood right in front of the man, staring at him as if you were going to start a battle of who would be the first to back down from their words.Â
Sunwoo smirked at that sight, and it turns him on whenever you get all worked up because of his words. He wasnât going to back down quickly, so he straightened his posture before firing back at you.Â
âPrincess, you better buckle up because you have just turned me on, and I want to ruin your ego right now.âÂ
âTry me then, Kim Sunwoo,â you huffed.Â
âSay, can you swim?âÂ
You snorted. âOf course I can swim, what the hellââ
Before you could even finish your sentence, Sunwoo pushed you on your shoulders, and you fell straight into the waters. It took a few seconds before you eventually returned to the surface, wiping off the excess water dripping down your face.Â
âKim Sunwoo! What the actualââ
You were screaming at the top of your lungs, ready to yell and curse your heart out towards the male before you eventually stopped. Your eyes widened at the sight of him taking off his shirt that he was wearing, revealing a well-toned body and rock-solid abs as well as a tattoo that was situated right above his ribcage on his left.Â
He grinned before jumping into the waters and swam right up to you.Â
âI knew you would like what you saw with your eyes. I have been waiting for the right time to do it anyway,â he smirked before moving his fingers close to you to pinch your cheeks.Â
You quickly slapped his hands away before turning your back towards him, trying to calm your fast heart beating chest down. Instantly, you felt a surge of warmth slowly crawling up to your ears and cheeks, and you quickly rested both your palms on your cheeks, knowing very well that you were now blushing hard.
What is wrong with you, Y/N?Â
Before you could even process your thoughts further, you felt a pair of hands resting on your waist before turning your back towards the opposite direction. You have now come face-to-face with the man you were dreading to see, and you quickly turn your head towards the side and face the streaming waters instead.Â
You could clearly hear Sunwooâs low chuckle before he rested his fingers underneath your chin, gently turning your face back towards his direction.Â
âI found your weakness, princess.â
âShut up.âÂ
Your now red-flushed face was making Sunwoo laugh while you were slowly losing your mind. All you could think of at the moment was how exactly you would get yourself out of this situation you were in.Â
Suddenly, you were brought back to reality as you felt Sunwooâs thumb swipe past your lips slowly, his eyes now focusing on your smudged lips as if he was hungry for it, wanting so desperately to press his lips onto them as he slowly leaned down towards them.
Oh no. Oh no.Â
You started to panic; you had no idea what you were supposed to do. Sure, it wasnât the first time you kissed Sunwoo, but your situation was much more different than the first.Â
Brace yourselves, Y/N. Just do it.Â
That was all that you could think of before closing your eyes tightly. It was now or never, and you surely have no escape. As you slowly waited for his warm, plump lips to land on yours again, it never came as you expected. When you slowly opened your eyelids, you saw Sunwoo paused exactly an inch before both lips met.Â
Was he in a dilemma? Whether he should do it or not?Â
In the end, Sunwoo broke off the tension and gave in to wrap his arms around you instead, giving you a tight hug as he rested his head under the crook of your neck.Â
What was going on?Â
âS-SunwooâŚwhat are youââ
âLet me just stay like this for a while, Y/N.â
As he took in a couple of seconds to relax his body over yours, you slowly snaked your arms around his back and caressed his back slowly, as if that was the right thing that you thought you could do at the moment.
With your touch, he tugged you tighter before eventually speaking his first words since he turned you around to face him.Â
âThank you, Y/N, for trusting me. I promise that I wonât let you down. Weâll catch whoever this mastermind is and place him behind bars for good.âÂ
You felt reassured, knowing that you will be in good hands for now before reuniting with your brother once the cases have been resolved.Â
âThank you too, Sunwoo, for looking out for me and making me feel safe.âÂ
âYou slept in an upright position on the couch throughout the whole night?â You questioned the male, thinking that you might have heard something wrong.Â
âFor the hundredth time, yes I did, Y/N Bae. I have no idea why you are making such a big fuss out of this,â Sunwoo rubbed the back of his neck as he closed his eyes in annoyance as if he was tired of going through this whole topic with you again.Â
âWell then, I suggest we swap for tonight then. Itâs not fair that you have to make yourself suffer especially when youâre the owner of this cabin,â you stated clearly.Â
âHave you ever heard of hospitality, Y/N? Thereâs no way Iâm letting my guests sleep uncomfortably while theyâre here. I might get a rotten review on booking.com the next day, thatâs for sure.âÂ
However, you werenât backing down so quickly. âFine then. Why don't we share the bed for tonight, then?âÂ
That question made Sunwoo spit out the glass of water that he was drinking. He had to cough a few times to ensure the liquid flowed smoothly into his throat.Â
âAre you insane? Thereâs no way Iâm sleeping with someone thatâs the opposite sex,â he muttered as he continued to pound his chest while seemingly trying to stop the cough.
âWell unfortunately, I insist. I would drag you onto the bed myself if I had to. Itâs not like Iâm asking you to try anything funny; if you are, you wouldnât be seeing the light of day anyways,â you stated clearly before pointing into the bedroom.
Sunwoo could only let out a deep sigh before caving into your words, knowing that if you both went on and on about this, the sun would rise before any of you would get a proper good night's rest.Â
As you both cleaned up and got ready for bed, Sunwoo watched as you climbed into the sheets and got yourself comfy before turning towards your left to sleep on your side and face the cabin wall. When he sees that you have stopped squirming, he gently lifts the sheets before doing the same, but facing towards his right so that he is facing the door instead.Â
It took him a while to fall asleep, unlike you, who fell into a deep slumber within seconds. He was not used to this after all, having to share a bed with someone; it has been a long time since he has done so, especially when the last person he did this was years ago with her.Â
Additionally, what happened down at the creek earlier in the day? Sunwoo had no idea why exactly he decided to do what he did, and eventually, he couldnât bring himself to plant a kiss on your lips and went in for a hug instead.Â
Deep down, Sunwoo knew something was happening between you two, but he was afraid to commit or even think about the possibilities. After what happened years ago, he promised that he wouldnât get too close to anyone unless they were the ones who saved his life big time; in this case, it was your brother, Jacob.Â
But now, it seems that Jacobâs little sibling was also slowly marking a spot in that enclosed heart of his.Â
Before Sunwoo could even think of anything further, Sunwoo slowly drifted off into his own dreamland and fell into a deep sleep like you did.Â
Hours had passed, and you both were sleeping peacefully until Sunwoo began hearing voices in his head.Â
Big brotherâŚbig brotherâŚplease save me⌠save me from all of thisâŚplease donât let them take me awayâŚ
Big brotherâŚSunwooâŚSUNWOO OPPA!!
Immediately, Sunwoo shot up from his deep slumber and broke out in sweats. Sure, it wasnât out of the ordinary for him to get nightmares from the past; it was something he was still working on anyway. But it has been a long time since he had the exact scenario played in his mind; it was a curse to him now.Â
Sunwoo then brought up his fingers to rub his temples, trying his best to calm himself down without waking you, who was still peacefully sleeping on the side.Â
All of a sudden, Sunwooâs phone lit up from the nightstand, and he grabbed it lazily while rubbing his eyes to adjust his vision so that he could see clearly what exactly the notification that he had just gotten.
It was as if the nightmare wasnât enough to ruin his night; the notification was far worse than whatever he had just dreamt of.Â
Something that he dreaded would even occur at all throughout this whole investigation process.Â
Jacob Bae: This will be the last time I will be able to contact you for now. Please keep Y/N safe at all costs, and weâll be in touch as soon as I can.
Jacobâs POV
It had been two days since you had left the building without Jacobâs permission. Unfortunately, the meeting lasted way longer than expected, five hours to be exact. Hence, by the time he got back into his dark office where the only source of light was the one ray of moonlight shining through the windows, his heart dropped when he noticed how you were nowhere to be seen.Â
Frantically, he skimmed through his entire office to see if you had left any clues behind, for the fear that you had been kidnapped, especially since you were considered to be vulnerable in the mastermindâs eyes, and how both Jacob and Sunwoo suspected that it could be someone from the biker gang or the law enforcement themselves.Â
After minutes of scouring the entire room, he eventually made his way to his cabinet beneath his desk, where he could tell that one of them was pulled open and the little note that he stuck out slightly on purpose every time was gone.Â
With that, he knew it could only mean one thing: you found the details of Sunwooâs biker gangâs hideout and went there personally to confront the biker leader himself. Swiftly, he took his phone out before hastily sending Sunwoo a text.Â
Jacob Bae: My sibling is headed towards your bikerâs hideout. Please get there and make sure Y/N is safe at all costs.Â
The moment he saw that Sunwoo had read his message, he finally fell back onto his chair, letting out a deep sigh of relief. As much as he was afraid that you had ventured into the predators' lair, he knew that as long as you were with Sunwoo, you would be safe from any harm or danger, even if he was the biker gang leader himself.Â
Hence, while you were under Sunwooâs care for the time being, Jacob was able to focus on his job and tried cracking all of the clues and codes he had received so far for the missing personâs cases, all while he tried his best maintaining contact with Sunwoo to keep each other updated on the case as well as your safety through texting one another.Â
Things were going fairly smoothly until another missing personâs case was reported to the station just the night before. When he got to the registered location along with his subordinates, his stomach sank when he realised who had gone missing: your neighbour.Â
Jacob began to panic as it only meant one thing: there was a high possibility that you would be the next target.Â
Since that day, Jacob had worked tirelessly for hours without sleep or proper food. Your life is at stake right now, and he was determined that he was done playing this cat-and-mouse game with the mastermind. With that, Jacob tried searching for as many clues as possible, even the tiniest detail possible, and he went back to the crime scene himself to thoroughly search through the area once again on his own.Â
As if it was a miracle, he eventually discovered a strand of hair near one of the flowerpots on your neighbourâs front porch. He quickly took the evidence he had found and ran straight back towards the lab to get the designated ones in charge to do a quick DNA test from the database to find out who it might be.
After hours of extracting the possible information, it had been concluded that it was impossible to narrow it down to a single person as too many chemicals were found on that single strand of hair follicle. But that did not stop Jacob from finding the exact match for who it might be.Â
Hence, Jacob went through all of the case files once again, starting from the first case to the most recent, as he laid all of the details out onto his board in his office, writing down all of the necessary information paired along with red strings to help him connect the dots better. He was also going back and forth towards his desktop located on his desk, trying his best to find the right person from the database.
That was when he realised he had limited access to the stationâs database. He had never had such issues before, so why had he been blocked?Â
At that moment, he knew that his instinct was right and that the law enforcement was hiding something dark from the detectives themselves; perhaps that was why they had an excruciating time trying to gather practically limited information.
Unfortunately for the mastermind who did all of this, Jacob was actually an expert in computer hacking. Before being promoted to lieutenant, he was a renowned hacker in his division before rising to where he is now. The codes were a little harder to crack, but that doesn't mean it was nearly impossible.Â
It took Jacob about ten minutes to finally hack into the actual database, and he wasted no time trying to match the hair follicle to a concrete DNA from the database itself. Once the system concluded that there was a match, he wasted no time clicking the download button to get the information down and reveal who it was.
Sadly, he wasnât able to record down who it was as one of the detectives came barging into his office, pointing his loaded gun at him. Jacob was cornered, and he couldnât do anything before the detective came over to completely shut off his desktop by pulling out the cords. Instantly, he shoved his gun towards Jacobâs back and guided him out of his office, guiding him to the actual mastermind of this whole crime spree.Â
Before this happened, Jacob had typed out a message scheduled to be sent to Sunwoo if anything were to happen to him. It turns out his instinct was right, and he was slowly counting down the seconds in his heart before the time was up, and he felt his mobile vibrate in his back pocket, signalling that the message had been sent.Â
As he stepped into the elevator with the detective, still pointing his gun at his back, he turned around before smiling.Â
Itâs up to you now, Sunwoo.
Sunwooâs POVÂ
âReport what exactly you have found so far, lads.âÂ
âCertainly, boss!â The young man cleared his throat before setting up the live footage on the laptop and turning it towards his bossâs directions. âIt was pretty faint, but you could see the unknown person in the camera drugging the female worker before bagging her up and dragging her body away and out from the factory.âÂ
Sunwoo narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward to try his best to make out who was on the screen, but since the crime occurred late at night. There wasnât enough light penetrating through the facility; it was merely impossible to identify clearly who the hooded criminal was.Â
But Sunwoo wouldnât give up quickly, so he leaned backwards on his chair before clasping his hands and bringing them close to his face.Â
âJudging from the victims from the recent cases, it seemed as if they have been targeting this specific factory more often as of late. There has to be a pattern going on here,â Sunwoo suggested.Â
Upon hearing those words from the bikerâs leader, the gang member scratched his head before responding. âWith that, boss, what are you trying to proposeâŚ?âÂ
âIâm saying that they will strike there again, thatâs for sure.âÂ
âO-Oh, of course! Well, I will go get the rest of the lads readyââ
âNo, you stay put till I give you boys further instructions,â Sunwoo firmly decided.Â
âB-But, boss, what are you planning to do?â
âIâm going to check the place on my own first before letting any of you step in there. Iâm not going to risk all of your lives like that.âÂ
The young lad knew how dangerous the whole situation was at hand. Quite frankly, he was one of the lads who often kept Sunwoo updated with all of the security footage that was happening around town since he was one of the bikers who had a talent for hacking into all of Seoulâs security systems without having the law enforcement notice his doing, of course.Â
But he knew that the boss was risking his own life by heading towards the location alone. In the worst-case scenario, Sunwoo could even get seriously injured or worse. But he knew that Sunwooâs words were absolute, and no one had ever been able to change his mind once he made a decision.Â
With that, the hacker placed his hands together in front of him, slightly bending his head down before obeying Sunwooâs orders. âVery well, boss. We will await your next instructions then.â
As Sunwoo picked up his speed and rode his bike back to the cabin, the only thing that lingered in his mind was how he would explain the change of plans to you. He wouldâve never thought that he might have to intervene and head towards the location himself to gather information this soon, or rather, he was hoping that Jacob could do it since he was a detective, after all.Â
But now that Jacob is out of reach, Sunwoo had no choice but to take up the job to prevent anyone, especially his comrades, from getting hurt or potentially losing their lives in that targetted location without getting a green flag from someone higher up first.Â
Another reason that he was a bit stressed out about the current situation was that it was time for him to talk to you about it; it was time for you both to make a move, and he knew that he couldnât keep you in the dark forever, as much as he just wanted to tuck you away in this cabin of his and just stayed put and safe there while he and your brother resolved all of this messed up crime spree that was happening in the district.Â
It was also because that was the exact factory that you worked at. That could only mean that the chances that you may or may not be the next target were higher than they had expected.Â
After those train of thoughts, he finally arrived back at the cabin, and he tried his best to maintain his composure before turning the doorknob to open up the doors and calling out loud for you.Â
That was only until you didnât respond that he began to panic.Â
âY/N? Y/N, are you there?â
Sunwoo tried his best to maintain his calm while going from room to room, calling out for you. When he had finally searched the entire cabin and that you were nowhere to be found, that was when he felt a sink in his stomach, and he was about to go insane any moment now.Â
He was now screaming at the top of his lungs for you while running around frantically, even as he stepped out of the cabin and walked down the steps to circle the woods nearby.Â
âY/N! Y/N! Please respond to me! Where are you?!â
His heartbeat was pounding much louder and faster with each second, and he was close to shitting his pants at the moment. An instant regret filled his guts, and he wished he couldâve turned by time so that it wouldâve knocked some sense into him that he shouldnât have left you alone in the cabin, especially when both of your lives were at stake.Â
He wasnât going to repeat the same mistake as he had done before. There was no way he would let history repeat itself, not under his watch.
Y/N! Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU!!!!
Suddenly, he heard a faint grunt from a distance, a little bit towards his left. An unexpected fog clouded the air, making it hard for him to see whoever was slowly coming in his direction.Â
With his instinct, Sunwoo quickly pulled out his handgun that he tucked away beneath his leather jacket, quickly loaded the gun and aimed it towards the shadow approaching him.Â
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the shadow emerged from the fog, and that was when he finally made out that it was the person he had been longing to find.Â
âSunwoo! Youâre back!â You smiled while carrying a box filled with freshly picked fruits in your arms.Â
Sunwoo then slowly lowered down the gun and stared at you blankly. To ease the tension and awkwardness, you decided to speak up whatever was on your mind for now.
âO-Oh! Sorry, I know I shouldâve stayed put, but like I said, I know how to keep myself occupied. I decided to go for a little walk around, and thatâs when I saw this little peach tree growing near the little creak you brought me to the other day. I just so remembered this one peach dessert I used to make when I was a kid, and I thought we could use some dessertsââ
Before you could finish your sentence, Sunwoo wrapped his arms around you tightly, making you drop the box of fruits towards the ground. You were stunned by his sudden actions as he said nothing, and you could hear him sobbing for once as he buried his neck into the crook of your neck.Â
Sunwoo knew that things were starting to get into his head, and he needed to tell you the truth now, especially with the events that have happened within the past 24 hours, and how he needed to tell you about his recent findings.Â
And also about the nightmare he had last night.
There was no point in hiding anymore. Eventually, you would have to know anyways.
Y/Nâs POV
âYou look like a stray raccoon, Mr Kim,â you teased half-jokingly, but the other half was also concerned about his appearance. It was how he sat across from you, slumped onto his couch, and looked defeated. It was obvious that something had been bothering him, especially when you knew he had a nightmare last night, but you werenât going to say anything unless he would tell you all about it himself.Â
But given the current situation, the way he looked for you so frantically, and hell, even aimed a gun at you (not on purpose, of course), something has gone wrong, and you needed to know.Â
You gently stood up and walked over to sit cross-legged on the ground, gently placing one of your hands onto his that was resting on his thigh, slowly caressing them to help ease the frown on his face.Â
âSunwoo, talk to me about it. I promise your secrets are safe with me,â you gently reassured him, hoping he would finally speak out about whatever had been hindering his mind since the day before.Â
With that, he slowly opened his eyes to look down at you; he could tell that you were desperate to get answers, and this time, you wouldnât take a single loophole in your books. Slowly, he sat back up and leaned forward as he stared at you, giving you his full attention.
âThere have been some major updates in the missing person cases, Y/N.âÂ
âOkay, so weâll go from thereââ
âBut before that, I think you need to know about my past, especially why I said your brother has given me another chance in life and why I took on this offer in the first place.âÂ
You gulped upon hearing that. It was finally time for you to know precisely what the pact they made behind your back was, and you could finally learn more about Sunwoo and your brother's secret life.Â
âRemember when you walked into my cabin on the first day? You went straight ahead to the fireplace and had a little good look at the picture frame situated above it?â
âY-Yeah? Was that your childhood friend or something?âÂ
âThat wasâŚâ He paused for a moment before finishing up his sentence. âMy little sister.âÂ
Now, that was something new to you. Nobody has ever heard that the biker gang leader would have a younger sibling or sibling. Most people have assumed that he had only been an only child and was probably abandoned from a young age due to his upbringing and reputation in the district.Â
But Sunwoo was here to tell you the truth and to turn those assumptions down. âRegardless of how the public sees who I am, I had a pretty happy childhood. We were a family of four; our days were filled with happiness as we resided in a small village out of town. It wasnât until my father received a promotion at his job that he decided to bring all of us up to Seoul, hoping for a better life.âÂ
Sunwoo cleared his throat before he continued with his story. âIt was a miracle when my father came home one day telling us he was offered a job at the local police station; neither of us couldâve believed it then. It started off simple: he was just an ordinary security guard at the huge facility until he showed his superiors that he was far more capable than that, and he eventually rose to the ranks of becoming an actual detective.âÂ
âIn other words, your father was my brotherâs senior then,â you added, making Sunwoo return to you with a smile.
âPrecisely. Years passed, and my sister followed his footsteps, eventually joining the academy and becoming a rookie detective under my fatherâs supervision. Meanwhile, Iâve decided to stay back and help my mother at her local pastry shop down the road from the station since she needed some assistance anyway. At the same time, I started building this wooden cabin, with the thought of creating a little place where we family could escape to during our free time.âÂ
You scooched closer, and your hands around his tightened slightly, trying to find the right words to ask the main question. âW-What happened then?âÂ
His eyes immediately fell to the floor, and his tone suddenly went down an octave, indicating that whatever he would say next would be pretty heavy to register. âMy father was sent abroad on a mission, but he unfortunately lost his life in the line. Upon hearing that, my mother died with a broken heart.âÂ
âSunwoo, my deepest condolencesâŚâ you mumbled.Â
âYou want to know whatâs even crazier, Y/N? That wasnât the worst thing Iâve ever had to go through. It was my sister.âÂ
You could see that his eyes began to water, and he was trying his best to hold back any outburst of emotions that he might have. Naturally, his hands found yours and held them tight, and you return the favour by placing another hand of yours on top of his.Â
âThereâs only a sole purpose for me in joining the biker gang: to keep my family safe.â
âIn what way, Sunwoo?â You questioned, not really linking on how a biker member could help the detectives when both occupations are the total opposite.Â
âIâm pretty sure you know by now about how dark and corrupted the crimes in Seoul are behind the scenes, and there are certain places that are off-limits no matter how far up the ranks you are.âÂ
âSo thatâs when you come in then.âÂ
âExactly. Even if itâs the smallest thing I can do for them, I would take it.â
âHuh. Very contradicting to your biker image that the public is aware of.âÂ
âHey, I need to look good for everyone okay. You never know. Iâm pretty sure I have a fanbase somewhere in town admiring my good looks,â he smugged while lifting his head up high. You were glad he could still joke around and was still the Sunwoo you had known despite all the recent hardships.Â
âGod, I hope your fanbase will have enough to fund themselves. Supporting someone when they do not get anything in return is sad.âÂ
Sunwoo was annoyed at your teasing and immediately pinched your cheeks and pulled them slightly. âYou take that back, I will have you know that I am one of the most good-looking people the district has ever seen in years.âÂ
âI will have you know that you are wrong because my brother Jacob is a hundred times better than you!â You spat back while holding the hand, almost breaking your cheeks apart.Â
The pinching then slowly died down as Sunwoo slowly regained his composure. âSpeaking about Jacob, thatâs where the next story comes in.â Â
As Sunwoo slowly pulled his hand away, you cupped that side of your cheek with your hands, mentally cursing the guy and saying that you would surely get back to him once this whole storytelling session was over.Â
âIâm sure you are aware of the infamous case that one of the detectives from the station was the mastermind behind a series of kidnapping cases that happened in our district five years ago?âÂ
Oh, that.Â
It was one of the cases that truly shook the nation down to its core; who wouldâve thought that one of the detectives, especially from the elite squad, would have been monitoring and kidnapping young children around the area? What was more unpleasant about the case was that he had a few subordinates to help fulfill his fantasies, and they so happened to be a handful of the detectives themselves as well; some even used to be close buddies with your brother.Â
It truly was a traumatising event that happened in your districtâs history, and nobody wished such a case would ever happen again.Â
âY-YeahâŚit was something my brother wished he could erase from his memory for good. It has impacted him in the worst way possible. Frankly, I wouldnât want to see him go through such times ever again,â you commented.Â
âWell, Y/N. I feel the same way, too. Just like how badly it has played a part in your brotherâs life, it also did for me.âÂ
âHow exactly did you even drag yourself into the situation?âÂ
He sighed. âNot by my own will, Y/N. It was because of my sister,â he squeezed your hands, and he chose his words carefully next, perhaps needing a bit of your strength to finally touch on the topic he has been avoiding for the longest time.Â
âMy sister was part of the cold case squad at the time, and it just so happened that she was the only female detective in the team. She would work tirelessly day and night, trying her best to dig through each possible available data, even the ones that were off-limits to most detectives. Little did she know that the mastermind himself was closely monitoring every movement that she had made, and she became a victim herself.âÂ
âSunwooâŚâ you slowly caressed his hand, wanting to take him into your embrace right now.Â
âFast forward to the day when she finally emerged from the shadows, Jacob and I found ourselves in a standoff against the mastermind, holding my sister hostage on the rooftops of the police station. And god, Y/N. No words could describe how I felt the moment I laid my eyes upon my sister then, of how dishevelled and disoriented she had become.âÂ
A single tear drop fell from the corners of his eyes unto your hands, and your heart broke at that sight. Sunwoo had always portrayed how tough he was as if nothing in this world could ruin him to the point of breaking down, at least not in front of someone. He mustâve carried on this trauma for a long time, one that would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life.Â
âYour brother did not have the guts to shoot at his supervisor, so I did the favour for him instead. The bullet penetrated through his skull, and it was an instant death for him. My sister then lay on the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs, pushing and kicking everyone that came close to her. Not even I could do anything to help save her then,â he sobbed and choked on his own words.Â
âSo, my brother came to your rescue then?â You quietly asked.Â
He sniffled. âHe did. Killing a police officer is a huge crime, and naturally, I was placed behind bars. But your brother fought relentlessly, and I was pardoned and eventually released from prison.âÂ
âThatâs my brother for you.â You smiled, thankful he was still the same brother you had grown to love and admire despite the recent events between you two.Â
âBut it came with a price, Y/N.âÂ
âAnd what was it?âÂ
âIn return for getting me out of prison, Jacob would take my sisterâs wellbeing into his own hands. So he placed her under a facility that would care and possibly help her recover, but I was not to know about the location and to ever meet with her ever again.âÂ
Your heart sank upon hearing that. It would kill you to know that you have to be separated from your sibling for good, and you donât think you could ever live the same way as youâve done before knowing that.Â
Immediately, you jumped into Sunwooâs arms, giving him a tight embrace while tears streamed down your face.Â
âIâm so sorry, Sunwoo. Iâm so sorry that we detectives have failed you. We shouldâve been the ones protecting the civilians, not breaking them apart physically and mentally.â You sunk your cheek into his neck; you wished there was something that you couldâve done to ease his pain or even bring his only happiness back to him.Â
Sunwoo said nothing but return the embrace to you. He did the same by resting his chin upon your shoulders, slowly moving to the point you felt his lips slightly brushed against your neck as he took in all of your scent.Â
Neither of you said anything for at least a good ten minutes, and you both were fine staying that way. You knew that it had taken a massive leap of faith for Sunwoo to address his biggest and darkest nightmare finally, and you were grateful that he had decided to trust you enough to talk to you about all of this.Â
Eventually, you found yourselves both snuggled on the couch, just admiring the fireplace while cuddling one another. Sunwoo lay gently on your chest while you constantly ran your fingers through his soft black hair, making him slowly drift off into dreamland. It was obvious that Sunwoo hadnât had the best of sleep lately because he easily slept within your arms for a couple of hours, not to be awakened so easily.Â
And that was fine by you. You have begun to feel that you both were more than just acquaintances. However, you werenât sure if Sunwoo returned the same feelings for you, but your subconsciousness tells you that whatever happened back at the creek, he mustâve felt something, too. It doesnât matter if it was the same way as you did; you were more than glad that you had found a place within him.
As you slowly admired his sleeping face, you were now more than determined to put an end to this nightmare the district had been struggling with for months.Â
This time, let me return the favour, Sunwoo.Â
The strong wind was constantly hitting your face as you grabbed Sunwoo tightly while he sped on his bike. It had been a few days since, and you finally had Sunwoo to fill you in with the latest news he had when he finally regained himself.Â
To say that you were beyond shock was an understatement when you found out that the mastermind was targeting the young ladies at the factory you worked at, and that was how Kisa disappeared and became a pawn in their twisted games.Â
But that also meant one thing: youâre the next target, and they have had their eyes on you for a while now.Â
You were terrified, that was for sure, but you decided that you wouldnât tell them to do as they please anymore. As long as you both stick together, you know that you will crack the case open and put a stop to this spree of kidnappings.Â
Itâs all for the victims and Jacob.
Even for you, Kim Sunwoo.Â
As you finally made your way towards the factory, you quickly armed yourselves before stepping into the facility, all while Sunwoo held you close next to him.
It was eerily quiet, and no sign of a human being was in sight. It was unusual how abnormal the whole situation felt; it was as if the entire building had been abandoned.Â
Or was it?
In the distance, you quietly alerted Sunwoo of how a faint light had caught your attention, and you could tell it had led to the systems room. Someone was in there, and you have a good guess that they might have been using the building to communicate for a while now.Â
Giving each other a nod, you both slowly crept towards the room; that was when you felt a metal object pressed onto your skull. You finally came to a halt while Sunwoo slowly disappeared down the hallway, not noticing that you had left his side.
âNow thatâs a good little kitten, donât you think? You have saved me the trouble of looking for you, Y/N Bae.âÂ
God, he knew your name.Â
You chuckled. âWhat do you want from us? What do you possibly gain from kidnapping these young ladies?âÂ
âOh sweetheart, donât you know that money is everything in this day and age? Given how we have lived in poverty for so long, it wouldnât hurt to earn that extra cash and big bucks, no matter how dangerous the situation can be, donât you think?âÂ
âYou have no sense of morals, then. Treating these young ladies as objects and pawns to your games,â you fired back.Â
The man then slowly pushed the metal object that was situated on your skull further deeper as he slowly loaded it, to which you knew that you were now held at gunpoint.Â
âNow sweetheart, let me tell you a little something about us. We are predators, and we hunt for prey like you.âÂ
Now, this seems awfully familiar.Â
âIâm afraid that once predators have gotten our eyes on a target, we will not let them go that easily. We are slowly going to devour you up, leaving no traces behind. If you think you could stop us, then Iâm afraid youâre wrong, princess. Weâre experts in our field of work; we are not to be found that easily even if you were the best of the best detectives in town because that is our nature.âÂ
That phrase, itâs similar to Sunwooâsâ
âNever in a million years would I have known that youâve stooped so low, Seunghak.âÂ
That voice!Â
Immediately, the both of you noticed how a badly beaten up individual was thrown in front of you, and your eyes widened upon what you have seen. Slowly, an individual emerged from the shadows, and it was Sunwoo, walking towards you both while aiming the gun at the person behind you.
âWhy, hello, dear boss. Or should I say, former boss,â he taunted, smacking his lips as if things had just gotten far more interesting now.Â
âDamn, Seunghak. I didnât know you were the type to switch lanes that quickly. It seems like the biker life wasnât good enough for you, then,â Sunwoo smiled dauntingly, and you gulped upon that sight. He was back to being the biker gang leader that the entire district was afraid of; you could even tell how the man behind you flinched a little as he began to shiver slightly with the gun still placed on your skull.Â
âCan you blame me, though? When you get a plate full of gold in front of you, Iâll do whatever it takes if that means I will have more than enough to spend the rest of my life at ease,â he fired back while beginning to laugh menacingly.
âBesides, what do we do with these ladies in captivity? Oh god, I have been having the best of my life rather than being stuck in the biker's den.â
Instantly, Sunwoo's face darkened upon hearing what Seunghak said, and you could feel as if he was shooting daggers through his eyes at his former comrade.
âYou are absolutely sick in the head.âÂ
âAnd what if I am? I am living the best life possible, and thereâs nothing you can do to convince me to return!â He screamed before pushing the gun to the point that you felt that the metal was going to pierce through your skull any moment now.Â
Slowly, Sunwoo started taking a few steps closer while he elicited a low chuckle. âYou think you have a place left in my biker gang? You are much better off dead rather than coming back, Seunghak.âÂ
Immediately, a loud clatter was heard coming from both sides, accompanied by a volume of grunts, before the male began panicking.Â
âW-Whatâs going on?âÂ
Finally, Sunwoo stopped right merely inched away from you both, and he aimed the gun towards his former comradeâs face.Â
âIf you think Iâve come unprepared, then that means you are a hundred years too early even to accept the dirty ass pot of gold that was placed so easily in front of your plate.â
Instantly, Sunwoo pulled the trigger, and the bullet penetrated the manâs abdomen, causing him to let out an ear-splitting scream as he tumbled and fell onto the ground, pressing onto his wound to ease the bleeding.Â
Unfortunately, Sunwoo wasnât going to let him off so quickly, as he fired another bullet into his arms, causing the male to lay down helplessly. At the same time, Sunwoo hovered above him, resting his gun upon Seunghakâs cheeks.Â
âYouâre going to be a dear and tell me who exactly employed you and your boys before I shoot another bullet into your skull, which would kill you off instantly, young man.â
It seemed that the male wouldnât give up easily as he spat back onto Sunwooâs face.Â
âAs if I would tell you easily who is the mastermind behind all of thisâŚno matter what happens to usâŚnot of us are going to tell a single soul about itâŚour lips are sealed shutââ
A loud bang was heard throughout the entire facility, and you slowly opened your eyes to see that the male was long gone now, having a bullet penetrated his skull.Â
Sunwoo slowly got up from the male, dusting his knees while he was at it.Â
âYou scumbags have no reason to live in this world then.âÂ
As he turned to face you again, you couldnât help but slowly take a few steps back, as if you werenât sure if you would want to deal with the current state Sunwoo was in. Sure, you trusted him, but it was truly the first time you had seen him like this.
Far worse than how he confronted you back at his base.Â
This was the true so-called âdevilâ that people were terrified of, and this was what Sunwoo was truly capable of.Â
Sunwoo didnât say a word as he walked towards you before muttering a few words.Â
âLetâs get going and continue to search the place for clues.âÂ
âO-OkayâŚâ you replied.Â
As you both made your way down past the hallways, Sunwoo occasionally stopped giving his subordinates further orders or even asking about the current situation throughout the facility. He had given them instructions way beforehand, and the whole place was now under the bikers' control.Â
Since you knew it probably wouldnât be a good time to disturb nor provoke Sunwoo in his current state, you figured it wouldâve been a good time to check out the control room situated just a little bit towards your right.Â
You slowly turned your head to see that Sunwoo was engaged in the conversation before you slowly crept away and headed straight towards the room while leaving the door open so that that was an indirect way of letting him know that you were here and doing fine on your own.Â
You quickly took in the sight upon you as you took in the dozens of computer screens that hovered above you and how multiple files and USB drives were plugged into the systems, meaning that whoever was here before had been lurking in this place for a while.Â
Since your brother was an expert hacker, you naturally followed his footsteps as you got him to teach you all about computers when you were young. In other words, you could consider yourself a little computer geek, and you knew your way around the codes and the systems.Â
As you sat down on the chair and began typing away, you could easily hack into the system to find out the dozens of confidential information stored there. Sure enough, you were able to dig through the files and find valuable information about the kidnappingsâwho the victims were, their way of communication to pass around information, and who was the sole mastermind that commanded Seunghak and his team.Â
However, it seemed that it wouldnât be as easy to determine who exactly was the accurate mastermind as they used an untraceable ID and alias; or rather, they actually communicated through ciphertexts.Â
You mentally cursed at yourself for not taking an interest in this particular method of communication back then when your brother taught you briefly. You have always brushed it off, saying you were not made to understand this specific method and always preferred a more accessible way out.Â
You were then back to square one again. To find out who was behind that so-called alias and ID, you needed to crack the algorithm and ciphertext to move on.Â
Just as all hope is lost, a new message suddenly appears on the screen, and you squint your eyes as you try to read what exactly it holds. When you finally understood what was written, your eyes widened, leaving you stunned for a minute.Â
ThisâŚthis isâ
âY/N!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!â
Before you were able to make sense of the whole situation, Sunwoo immediately jumped in front of you before you eventually heard a gunshot resonate in the air and eventually a siren followed as you tried your best to catch hold of Sunwoo in your arms, followed by a swarm of bikers filling the control room.
Sunwoo had no idea how long he had been passed out since then, and he was slowly trying his best to open up his eyelids tightly glued shut together as the light shone through his vision.Â
When he finally did, he realised that he was back in this cabin and was lying down on the couch he tried his best to sit up before he felt an excruciating pain that sent shockwaves throughout his whole body.
âI wouldnât move if I were you.âÂ
Sunwoo jerked his head to the side to see that you had returned with a first aid box and a bowl of water with a cloth draped before you slowly sat on the couch with him. You took the fabric into your hands before dipping it into the bowl of water, squeezing off the excess liquid before you started wiping off any dirt or blood that was left on his bare chest.Â
Neither of you said a word, or rather, none of you knew the right words to say at the moment. Sunwoo noticed how red and puffy your eyes were, and he knew immediately that you mustâve been crying for god knows how long.Â
He definitely felt partly guilty for that, but another part of him didnât know why he did just that, jumping in front of you to save you from the henchmen instead of taking him out with his gun from behind.Â
His thoughts were a mess; he no longer knew what he felt. As he quietly observed the way you took care of him, his heart began to ache, and he couldnât help but gently place one of his hands on your cheeks, rubbing the little area where he saw that there was a slit mark; you probably have gotten injured yourself while he was out.Â
That gesture stopped you as you lifted your head to look at him straight in the eyes. Unlike back at the factory, his eyes were filled with mystery again, not the dark, scary one he portrayed as the bikerâs gang leader. It felt as if the scene back during the creak was repeating itself.Â
âS-SunwooâŚIâŚâ you stammered before you eventually felt his soft lips against yours.Â
The kiss was gentle and bittersweet, and Sunwoo did not hesitate to slowly move his lips against yours, showering you with plenty of kisses and savouring the taste of your lips. Your body immediately shut down from that, and you finally eased yourself to return the favour, moving yours against his as you both kissed each other breathlessly.Â
His kiss sent shockwaves to your entire body, making you want this moment to last for as long as possible. He gently lifted your face slightly with the hand resting on your cheek, intending to kiss you deeper. That was when you decided to close your eyes and let him take full control of the situation.Â
As you both finally broke apart to take a few deep breaths, Sunwoo rested his forehead against yours, just like he did before at the creak.Â
It was time, you figured, to finally ask him what you both truly are.Â
âSunwooâŚwhatâŚwhat made you finally do it?â You panted.Â
He paused briefly before giving you an answer you did not expect. âDo I have you say more than that? Iâm pretty sure itâs what you have in mind, Y/N.âÂ
You were now trying your best to hold back the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. âW-What made you finally feel that way, Sunwoo?â
âIâŚI donât even know myself, Y/N. In the beginning, Iâve only seen you as a little sibling that I would protect at all costs because I do not want to repeat the same mistake as I have done to my biological sister. But as we spent more time together, there was just something that I felt within me that made me realise that maybe youâre more than just a sibling to me now.âÂ
Sunwoo gently lifted your head once more before giving you a little peck on the lips again. âOne thing is for sure now: I would protect you at all costs, even if it means I must sacrifice myself. Iâm not doing this as a favour to your brother anymore; Iâm doing this because you mean a lot to me.âÂ
With those words, you couldnât help but smile for the first time in a while before responding to the man himself. âWell, youâre going to have to do a lot of explaining to my brother, then.âÂ
âYeah. Frankly, I hate the thought of having to go through that phase. But if itâs you, Iâd do anything to get that approval from Mr Bae himself.â He winked.Â
âEw. Gross.âÂ
âAdmit it, you like the thought of us being together and a thing in the near future.âÂ
âYou better hold your horses before I shove this fabric down your throat.âÂ
âWow, arenât you a scary one?âÂ
You both broke into laughter with that conversation. It has been a while since you both have bickered like that, and you missed this mischievous side of him.
âWell, mister. Weâll have to wait a couple of days for you to be completed healed before we hit the road again.â You announced as you finally stood up from the couch.
âGive me a day to rest up, and then weâll leave.âÂ
âKim Sunwoo, thereâs no way youâre healing up within a day with that bullet wound in your abdomen.âÂ
âIf I say one day, it means one day,â he deadpanned.Â
âYou canât be serious,â you argued back.Â
âOne day.â
âNo.â
âYes.âÂ
You sighed. âWe will determine that after 24 hours, then.âÂ
Sunwoo smiled as he laid back down on the couch. âWell, now thatâs settled, we could go through the strategy planning tomorrow. For now, I think itâs time for us to get into bed togetherââ
âYouâre not touching me in my sleep.â
âOh come on, we kissed, so whatâs the matter?â He pouted.Â
âWeâre not at that stage yet.âÂ
âPretty please with a cherry on top?â He begged.
âAbsolutely not.â
Miraculously, it took only a day for Sunwoo to be entirely healed as he drove down the streets, heading back to the capital. You swore that this man was built differently from all of you, and he was a monster at that, able to heal so quickly with a wound that would typically take at least a week or two.Â
He was definitely feeling a lot better after a good night's rest, and you guided him into the fireplace before telling him the details you had found back in the systems room. Sunwooâs eyes widened as he heard about your findings, and never would he have thought that you both would be able to receive that critical information to finally pinpoint who was the exact mastermind behind all of this.Â
After hearing your thoughts and suggestions, the both of you quickly took off to one of his nearest hideouts, where he would often meet up with his closer subordinates to inform them about the current plan. After a whole night of planning, all of you were now on the road heading back into the city.
When you finally catch a glimpse of the police station from afar, bittersweet feelings immediately form within you as you know that there would be the last destination to be able to crack the cold case open. You hope that Jacob is somewhere hidden within the facility since you last saw him.Â
As all the bikes began pulling up nearby, Sunwoo gave the lads further instructions on infiltrating the building without being detected by the guards. Their mission was to find out where exactly the victims were kept away and to avoid conflict with any detectives that came their way.Â
Based on the information you found at the factory, you insisted that it would be best to confront the mastermind since you have gotten a pretty good hunch on who they are and where they might be residing too. But Sunwoo insisted that he was going to stay close to you as much as he could, and he was not going to risk your life once more.Â
It took a bit of convincing back and forth, but you finally managed to persuade him to stay nearby but undetected, fearing that the mastermind might flee if they had a sense that you did not come alone to meet them.
So here you were, pressing the exact button that would eventually lead you to the top floor of the building, staring straight into the screen above the lift that indicated that you were slowly going up each second. Your hands began shaking against your own will, fearing that you were finally going to meet your worst nightmare, one that has kept you awake and separated from your own family and friends for weeks.Â
As you shut your eyes to take a deep breath, you were instantly cut off from your train of thoughts when you felt someone grab onto your hands and intertwine their fingers with yours. When you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side, you could see that Sunwoo was just as nervous as you were, linking his hands with yours.Â
It mustâve been hard for Sunwoo as well; he was also dealing with his struggles when he was with you. But he has never failed to let it get to them to the point that it made him lose all hope and sanity. Perhaps it must have been fate that you were there with him, and you were able to give him a bit of strength and company to deal with all of this.Â
Your grip tightened against his, and you looked into his eyes. âSunwooâŚâ
âItâll be over soon, Y/N. Iâm sure of it. No civilians should ever experience this nightmare ever again. Weâre going to break the chain of history and not let it repeat itself once again,â Sunwoo said confidently, and he was determined that it was time to make a change in Seoulâs dark history of crimes and corruption.Â
As the doors to the lift opened, you slowly stepped out of the lift and let go of Sunwooâs grip and looked at him once more before walking to where you were supposed to be headed. For the last time, you both communicated by looking into each otherâs eyes; Sunwoo promised you that he would be nearby and that you didnât have to worry as he would keep you safe.Â
With a nod from you, the doors to the lift eventually began to close, and you constantly kept your eyes glued on Sunwoo before the doors were glued shut.Â
Turning your heel towards the opposite direction, you slowly walked along the corridors, passing by multiple rooms before reaching the one at the furthest end. You read the door sign carefully before confirming that you were at the right place.Â
Slowly, you lifted up your hands to gently knock on the door before it slowly opened on its own. With a gulp, you stepped in and peered your head through the room. It was dark, and the only light shining into the room was the moonlight from the windows.Â
When you were fully physically in the room, the doors behind you suddenly slammed shut again, sending a sense of nervousness throughout your entire body. You had to remind yourself constantly that as long as you can get through this last spurt, everything will finally be revealed, and it will be a chapter closed.Â
You could sense that you werenât alone in this room and that someone was lurking in the shadows. Taking this as your chance to confront them, you finally gathered the courage to speak up to whoever was in here with you.Â
âIt seems that your time of reign has abruptly ended. It wasnât easy trying to track you down for months; given your position, it mustâve been really easy to get hold of the young ladies into your care. You surely are a brave individual who was willing to take the risk,â you announced aloud but were again met with silence.Â
But you didnât come here to give up quickly, so you decided to press on. âSay, havenât you stooped down so low, using your detective position to claim these young women for your benefit? Wasnât your wife good enough for you? Why resort to kidnapping and eventually trafficking these young ladies for your good?â
Come on, Y/N. Just a little bit more.Â
âYou even went to seek help from the biker gang. Are you that desperate? Especially when you have sworn that you hate them to the core and would never associate with the likes of them.âÂ
âDonât you think so, Uncle Bae?âÂ
With that last sentence, the room felt much more silent than it already was before you eventually heard footsteps coming before you, finally revealing to the man that you have been trying your best to get him out of the shadows.Â
âIâm beyond impressed, Y/N. You are just as smart as your brother; you could easily pull off as a detective for the station.âÂ
It has been a while since you have seen your uncle. He was the deputy chief of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department and was often away to deal with heavy and pressing matters requiring him to stay stuck in this office all day or even fly out of the country to do so.
He also took your brother in and gave him a chance as a detective after seeing his extraordinary talent with computers and hacking. After your parents passed, he was the one who has been raising you both just as his children, and he was finally able to let loose a bit once you both entered adulthood.Â
He often visits during celebrations as much as he can despite his busy schedule, and you both have always admired him for what he has done to serve the country. He was considered the nationâs hero, after all.
But it seems that not all good things last for long, especially when you receive that concrete evidence and message back in the systems room from your very own brother, revealing who the mastermind is. Why exactly did he choose to do all of this? Your very own uncle, the nationâs hero, to be behind all of the kidnappings that have happened for the past several months. It would be impossible to convince the public that this was the reality that everyone has been living in; that is why it is up to you now to publicly reveal and gain concrete evidence to stop his spree of crimes.
âMy dear little Y/N, how exactly did you even crack the code? I was certain that you couldnât decrypt ciphertexts.âÂ
So, that was why he used it as a primary method of communicating with the bikers.Â
âWell, Iâm afraid you have made a fatal mistake. I may not be able to read ciphertexts, but I sure can read morse code.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
You chuckled. âYou may have kept my brother hidden away somewhere, but so long as he is within the facility and was one of the top hackers in the station, he would certainly find a way to hack through the systems throughout the district and even out of town, keeping in a close contact with us.âÂ
âJust as expected from my nephew, I shouldnât have underestimated what you both were capable of,â he laughed.Â
Unbeknownst to you, you eventually balled your fists up, and you were on the verge of wanting to throw a punch straight into his face despite being family by blood. However, you tried your best to hold yourself back, you have to get concrete evidence first and foremost.Â
âWhy, Uncle Bae? Why would a successful detective like you do such a thing? Why live a double life?â You asked and pleaded a little to see if he had any sense of remorse left in him.Â
But your efforts were wasted.Â
âOh, Y/N. You have no idea how cruel our world can truly be. It doesnât matter how high your status can be; the city of Seoul will forever remain dark and corrupt behind the scenes, whether you like it or not. In this world that we will live in, itâs like a tug-of-war, Y/N. If you donât take a step further, then the younger and weaklings will eventually catch up, and we donât want that to happen, do we?âÂ
Your uncle then stepped closer to you and began slowly circling around you.Â
âThere are only two groups of people in the world; either you choose to be strong or stay behind with the weak. Itâs a cruel world that we live in, Y/N. When the opportunity comes, take it even if thereâs the slightest opening to becoming the strong elite. Take it and do not spare a glance back, even if it means you must ditch your old life behind. You might even need to sacrifice some things or people to realise those goals.âÂ
âB-But that doesnât imply why you would turn to crime to achieve those goals, Uncle Bae,â you commented.Â
He sighed. âIâm afraid you are still too young to realise it then. Those girls should be lucky that they are still alive. I havenât even gotten to the good part yet.âÂ
Your blood was now boiling, and you were on the verge of genuinely slapping or hitting some sense into your uncle, even though you knew that it would probably be effortless. You just needed to hurt him, make him suffer for all that he has done to all of those young women, even to your friend, Kisa.Â
Before you finally shut your eyes, you had to ask him one last question before you were going to reach behind your back pocket for the knife that you had stored away.
âLet me then ask you this, Uncle Bae. What happened five years ago when a detective was responsible for kidnapping young children across the district. Was that your doing as well?âÂ
In your gut, you already knew what the actual answer would be. But at least you still needed to hear it directly from his mouth.Â
âAh, Minhwan? It was truly a tragedy that he lost his life easily then. He was just a step closer to kidnapping his tenth victim.âÂ
God, you felt sick to the stomach. He truly was a heartless individual; all of the years of putting up a favourable face in front of his family eventually broke down, revealing who he truly is in front of you now.Â
You couldnât care less if he was your uncle anymore; all you knew was that he was going to hell, and you so desperately wanted to end his life here and thenâ
âSo it was you who made my sister suffer the way she did.âÂ
That voice! Sunwoo!
You quickly jerked your head behind to see that Sunwoo was now aiming his gun directly at your uncle, but before you could even process further, you were immediately pulled into your uncleâs embrace. He immediately took out his gun from his holster and rested it on your temple.Â
âMy, if it isnât the biker gang leader himself! You surely have grown since the last time Iâve seen you.âÂ
âNever in a million years would I have thought that the chief detective would have been monitoring and guiding the underworld for several years. It would surely be a huge hit in the newspapers and eventually across the globe,â Sunwoo taunted.Â
âThat would be nice, but Iâm afraid you both wonât live through the next sunrise to see it happen because I will be eliminating you both right here and now, starting with Y/N,â he pushed the gun further to the point that it began to hurt. You could tell that one wrong move from either of you would result in a bullet within the two of you.Â
You both have to think quickly and strategically before executing the next move.Â
âWhat makes you think you can outsmart me, young man? Youâre from the biker gang, for goodness sake!â Your uncle began raising his voice and was now engaged in the conversation with Sunwoo.Â
That was when you looked into Sunwooâs eyes, and you could tell he was trying to tell you something.Â
It was as if he meantâŚ
Trust me, Y/N.Â
âIt is because Iâm the biker gangâs leader, Mr Chief. Hence, I can and will outsmart you here right now.âÂ
With that one last word, Sunwoo loaded his gun and pulled the trigger, aiming straight at your legs. The bullet barely grazed through your skin, and you immediately fell onto your knees, which made your uncle stunned.Â
âHey! Hey! Y/N! Get up! Get up now!â
In the midst of his panic, Sunwoo quickly stepped in and took his hand onto his back before propelling his body forward, slamming him onto the ground. He quickly used his knee to keep him in place. He used his hands to push the chiefâs head to the ground while the other held both hands towards his back.Â
âY-You think youâre going to get away with this? Youâre a hundred years too fastâŚâ the chief grunted.Â
âActually, I think you might as well start digging your grave now, dear uncle.âÂ
Immediately, all of you looked towards the front door entrance where the voice was coming from, and your eyes widened upon who you had just seen.Â
âJacob!!!â You screamed out loud; tears might even start falling from the corners of your eyes.Â
âHello, uncle. Missed me?âÂ
âH-How did you get out from there? Thereâs absolutely no wayââ
âWell, I have my ways. And unfortunately for you, I hacked into the station system, so your computer right there on your desk was recording everything that you said towards both my sibling and the biker gangâs leader; I may have also shared the recording with the local radio stations, so everyone heard it live and in real timing too,â Jacob announced as he was twirling the USB drive in his hands.Â
âWhy you little scumbag!!â He screamed before Sunwoo gathered his strength to push him down again.Â
âI think the scumbag here is you, dear uncle. Iâm sure the FBI would be delighted to interrogate the heck out of you and give you the rightful punishment you need.â
âWhat? The FBI?â He questioned.Â
âYou actually think I came here unprepared? The FBI has officially raided the entire building, taking the hostages to safety and caught your little gremlins, escorting them to prison at this very moment as we speak.âÂ
Jacob took a few steps closer before eventually bending down to face his uncle.
âIâm sorry, but your reign of terror ends here and now.â
It had been a year since that fateful incident. Getting things back to normal surely took a lot of time and effort.Â
Thanks to Jacob and the FBI, they have taken your uncle away and placed him behind bars, even at a high security one at that. Throughout the gruelling interrogation that they have had, it seems that your uncle was part of more twisted crimes than what the public was aware of, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment at that, with no chance of parole.Â
As for the victims, they were all returned safely to their own families after recovering at the hospital for a while. Thanks to the staff's generosity, the victims were given more than enough care and treatment for them to eventually return to their usual selves.
The Seoul Metropolitan Police Department needed some time to regain the public's trust. To tackle that issue, the officials elected your brother Jacob to take over the chief position and oversee the whole process of rebuilding the entire police department. It definitely wasnât an easy task and was undoubtedly a huge burden for Jacob, but he did not complain and rather took on the role easily.Â
The factory that you used to work in was abolished as the police themselves continued to dig through more uncovered dark secrets that lay below the factory grounds. For the safety and well-being of the public, all authorities have agreed that it would be best to tear the place down, leaving behind a chapter.Â
But that did not mean that all workers there met a bad fate. Through the help from the public and the authorities, everyone was given a chance to work at a much better and safer workplace.Â
As weeks passed, you scored through all your exams and eventually graduated from university. You were now on the road to becoming a full-fledged journalist, currently undergoing probation under the famous company The Seoul Daily Magazine. You have been enjoying your time here, meeting amazing colleagues and having a healthier work-life balance.Â
As for Sunwoo, he decided to return to his biker gang, further leading the upcoming lads to take over the higher positions within their hierarchy. However, it was thanks to the latest kidnapping cases that the public realised that the bikers themselves werenât rebellious nor posed a threat to society. They have begun to put their trust in the bikers themselves, and they would often be seen hanging out together in town daily.Â
Jacob has granted a special position for Sunwoo in the police department, encouraging the male to join forces as their previous one worked out splendidly. According to your brother, Sunwoo just smiled and turned down the offer, saying that the bikers are one big family and would stick by them until the end.Â
You smiled as you remembered all of those moments of how Sunwoo had always shared about his lads from the gang, and naturally, you decided to visit them often whenever you got to hop onto Sunwooâs bike; you both were finally a couple now anyway.Â
It wasnât until the digital clock that was situated right on your table started to go off that you realised that it was finally time for you to get off work. You quickly jumped up from your chair, giving yourself a little stretch before packing your things away hurriedly.Â
âOh, someoneâs leaving early today, huh?â One of your co-workers peeked through your cubicle and teased.Â
âSomeoneâs got a dinner date tonight, a very romantic one at that, too,â another one chimed in.Â
âItâs nothing, you guys, weâre just having a normal dinner,â you reassured, but clearly your co-workers didnât believe you in the slightest bit.Â
âI bet theyâre going to finally do it tonight.â
âWhat?! How can you say that?! I bet theyâre going to propose instead.âÂ
âNothing is going to happen, okay? Now, Iâm off. Iâll see you next Monday!âÂ
You quickly clocked out before running down the steps down to the lobby. You were too excited and couldnât wait for the elevator to reach your floor. Once you finally saw your boyfriend leaning against one of the pillars outside your company, you quickly dashed towards the automatic doors before finally stopping right in front of him.
He was in his usual black leather jacket and cargo pants, but his hair was much longer now, so it covered his eyes if he decided not to part them. But you loved this new look on him, much better when his hair was shorter a year ago.
âLike what you see, sweetheart?âÂ
âHmph, donât get too full of yourself. You barely did just the minimum,â you commented before linking your arms with his as you both walked towards the restaurant that Sunwoo had booked for the night.Â
âCome on, I styled myself just for tonight. You might as well give me some compliments,â he whined.Â
âIâll consider it if you order something that I have been craving to eat for a while,â you stuck your tongue out at him.Â
âHow should I know what youâre craving for the day?âÂ
âYouâre the boyfriend; you shouldâve done your research.âÂ
âMean.âÂ
âI spit the facts.âÂ
You both burst out into laughter after that; you truly enjoyed every moment with this guy, even if you were just bickering over the tiniest detail possible. It was when you both went silent for a while, admiring the Christmas lights and decorations that lit up the entire city. You both finally stopped at the huge Christmas tree in the middle of town, admiring its beauty for a while before heading to the restaurant just a little bit behind the decor.Â
âSay, didnât you mention that I would be your biggest mistake when I first picked you up back at the factory?âÂ
âOhâŚthat.âÂ
âYeah, that. What am I to you now, princess?â He looked at you with pleading eyes; he was back at trying to get your compliments since he failed the last one.
You sighed before tilting your head towards his direction before planting a soft peck on his lips.Â
âYou were the best mistake that has ever happened to me.â
A/N: this was not supposed to be 20k+ i swear i have no idea what in God's name happened. đ¤
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homewrecked. (j.ww)
Wonwoo doesnât seem to realize that youâre giving him the best option out of a relationship that doesnât even involve you. With a cheating best friend on one side, and a loyal Wonwoo loving her from two hours away on another, you decide that home wrecking isnât always a bad idea.Â
or the one where wonwoo fights internal demons over wanting you bc heâs in a relationship that he doesnât even realize is falling apart.
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WORDCOUNTâ 12k
PAIRINGâ wonwoo x afab reader
CONTENTâ toxic relationships, fluffy sex?? like itâs very intimate
WARNINGSâ infidelity, thereâs some angst but it gets fixed with fucking, mentions of reader having tits that jiggle and sheâs also shorter than him, alcohol consumption
NOTEâ will i ever stop writing smut from his point of view? probably not. we love to know what a man is thinking while heâs balls deep. anyway, this ainât proof read bye.Â
smut tags under cut::Â
smut tagsâ big dick wonwoo, making out, leg humping lmao, finger fucking, oral [m receiving], âITâS NOT FUCKING, ITâS MAKING LOVE!!!â, cliche âomg ur pussy was like, meant for meâ, mating press position, unprotected sex, cream pie, heâs in love broâÂ
~
Wonwoo didnât know why he needed you so badly and the thoughts ate him up. Day after day, watching you dangle yourself in front of him like you donât know heâs definitely not the type to take you up on the offer.Â
The issue is that he would take up the fucking offer if you had done this five months ago before he entered into a long distance relationship with your best fucking friend. She moved out of town, and two hours wasnât going to stop him from pursuing that relationship. You, however, you were definitely going to make him stop pursuing. Why? Because your best friend is a bitch, and itâs not like she hasnât texted you about all of the dicks sheâs been sucking since she left.
Why not give him the revenge he doesnât know he needs?Â
~
He can feel his eyes burning holes through that thin shirt you're wearing and at this point, itâs painful to try and pretend he doesnât stare. Even more painful to pretend heâs being nonchalant about it each time you get a little too close to him, each time you bend over directly in front of him, and surely each time you decide not to wear a bra while wearing said thin shirt.Â
He doesnât understand why he keeps showing up for you. Before, it was because you were a mutual friend between him and his girlfriend. You were cool, laid back, and fun to hang out with. His girlfriend never seemed to mind when the two of you would hang out alone, then again that was quite a rare occasion before she moved away. Now though, hanging out with you seems to have far more intent behind it than just avoiding boredom on a weekend. Now, you appear to be more interested in what he has to say, what he looks like, how heâs feeling.
Wonwoo canât quite pin point the moment in time where you started acting this way, but he sure as fuck can pin point the first day you seemed off around him. He thought he was thinking too hard, wondering why you knocked on his door on a cold December evening with no jacket on, but wonderful cleavage offering firm jiggles with each shiver.Â
It got to the point that by the time spring hit, and he was still hanging out with you on the regular, that he was almost annoyed that the temperature got warmer. Sure, it was more of a reason for you not to wear clothes, but it doesnât feel as intentional when youâre quite literally dressing for the weather.
Still, youâre here again. In his apartment, sprawled out on his couch with the remote in your hand as if this is your own space. You really do make yourself at home, a little too at home. No bra under that thin shirt, the air conditioning raising goosebumps on your skin and perking up your nipples each time you lift your arms up for a long and audible stretch for him to surely suffer over later.Â
Hanging out with you shouldnât feel like this, because he has a girlfriend.
âWhat do you want for dinner?â He asks from the kitchen, pretending that the two of you donât seem like a couple on your own, as if he wasnât just texting his actual girlfriend.
âDunno,â You shrug, turning your head to look at him and noting his slow response of bringing his eyes from your tits to your face. âWe should go out.â
His heart thumps heavily at those words but is very quick to realize that youâre absolutely not asking to be his girlfriend right now.Â
âHuh?â He asks nonchalantly, averting his eyes back to his near-empty cabinets with a huff.
âLike, go out? To a bar? A restaurant? A club?â
He lets his arms fall from the cabinet as he closes it in defeat and makes his way to throw himself onto the couch next to you.
âYou, of all people, should know I donât go out anymore.â He retorts in a long sigh, averting to the fact that those are options for single men or couples that seek those kinds of experiences together.Â
âWhy not? She still goes out.â
The first secret is out, though you kind of assumed he knew already.
âOh? Does she?â He asks, seemingly not too bothered. âThatâs good, she deserves to go out and meet people considering she moves to a brand new city.âÂ
You nod in agreement, rolling your eyes up to look at his living room ceiling.Â
âCome on, she knows Iâd be there to fend off any girls trying to get in your pants.â You argue with him, or rather, you try to convince him.Â
âAnd you plan to go looking like that?â He asks, turning his face to you and once again staring straight at the way your tits leave no room for imagination.
âUh, yeah? Itâs not like I'm the one under lock and key.â
He rolls his eyes at you but offers a small nod, standing to his feet and shuffling to his bedroom.Â
âAt least put on a jacket or something, I think itâs supposed to rain tonight.âÂ
You nod, smiling as you follow him to a room that should be off limits to you. Mostly pleased by the fact that youâre going out with Wonwoo alone, and surely youâre about to be wearing his jacket over the shirt you wore specifically for him to look at.Â
~
You were right, you are wearing his jacket as you step past the security at the club. Shortly after the two of you left a small diner, you nearly thought he was going to have cold feet and not want to go, even after taking the time to fix his hair and wear a nice outfit. Thankfully, he didnât. Thankfully, heâs right at your side appearing as nervous as he was the day he asked your best friend out. Thankfully, he looks like heâs here for you and not to be your wingman.Â
âLighten up, weâre just here to have fun.âÂ
He nods, looking at you and the way his jacket looks on you. It shouldnât look so good, you shouldnât look so good to him. He canât help but feel like heâs crossing a line despite learning his girlfriend goes out quite often without so much as telling him about it. Even before he started dating her, itâs not like clubbing was his thing. He just went with you and his girlfriend, occasionally letting his own friends tag along to find some raunchy date for the night.Â
âYouâre right,â He nods again, encouraging himself. âJust gotta get in the mood of things I guess.â
You smile at him and pretend you heard what he just said over the bass of the music, and opt to point with your head toward the bar that holds a short line of people appearing to be ready to drink. He follows behind you, being led from a comfortable distance in a space that should force him up and against you. Consistently, you look back to make sure he hasnât been lost in the crowd. To make sure he isnât being grabbed at by all of the people who would surely want to pick him up tonight if they find him standing alone somewhere.Â
He keeps the pace though, shoving up next to you by the bar so that you both can order your first drink of the night. All you can do is look at him briefly any chance you can get as the two of you wait.
He looks uncomfortable here, but incredibly handsome in the darkened room with the neon LED lighting flashing across his cheeks. Youâve seen him in lighting like this before, usually pressed up against your best friend, but now you feel as though he needs you here for comfort. Then again, he wouldnât even be in this situation if it werenât for you arguing that the two of you come here.Â
Still, you know how he acts when the alcohol hits him, especially in a loud room full of hidden secrets that people are releasing without a single hint of fear. You have some secrets too, ones that youâve felt bad for keeping, but in a way, it isnât your job to tell him.Â
The snide part of you likes seeing him take an interest in you. Someone so entirely loyal shouldnât be caught up with someone like your best friend. Youâre actually shocked he gave in so quickly to even come to this club with you, even more shocked at the way he continued to hang out with you despite your obvious attempts of seduction.
You started doing it a mere day after your âbest friendâ texted you a selfie, post-sex glow practically dripping out of her sleepy smile within another manâs bed. With an arm wrapped around her, one that did not belong to Wonwoo. You knew it wasnât him, because she texted that shit the same day Wonwoo had his job interview.
He got that job, and part of you wonders if the excitement in your friendâs voice for him over the excited call he gave her later was really for him getting the job, or if it was because she had some really great sex with some non-boyfriend. Because of course you were at Wonwooâs house helping him pick a professional outfit, of course you were there letting him recite the things he wanted to present at the interview. Of course thatâs what you were doing, you helped him prepare and then waited around his place until he got back with the news. Heâs your best friendâs boyfriend, and arguably, he was also your best friend by that point.Â
After that, all respect for the relationship left you, and instantly you took matters into your own hands. Be there for him, be around him, be a friend to him, and of course, try to get revenge for him. Even if that meant using your own body because for some reason, you felt protective. You felt possessive.
Seeing the way he looks at you, even while being in a loyal relationship, is arguably pushing you past the boundary of just wanting revenge for him. You can see him argue with himself in his head, the doubt of why heâs looking at you this way, the doubt of why youâre doing this so suddenly. Itâs attractive seeing him fight a loyalty that his own girlfriend doesnât even give to him. Itâs attractive to see him here, next to you, spouting out his drink order and looking at you briefly as if to tell you itâs your turn.
And you do order, feeling the fabric of his jacket rub against your naked arms, and the zipper occasionally stimulating your breast beneath the thin shirt. Wearing no bra has both pros and cons. The pros being, constant stimulation and Wonwoo keeping his eyes attached to you and telling on himself. The cons, the bar tender and every other fucking person in this club appear to also be staring.Â
Thankfully, the two of you grab your drinks shortly after and head straight around the dance floor and scout out a small couch in the back. Small as in, a two person seater with a small table in front of it. Itâs a lucky snag on a saturday night to find an empty spot that perfectly fits the two of you, but neither of you seem to be complaining.Â
You sit down next to him, feeling the warmth of his arm radiating immense heat as his eyes travel the loud room of dancing bodies, his drink in a hand that appears to be trying not to tremble.Â
âWhyâre you so nervous?â You whisper yell at him, taking a thoughtful sip of your drink before leaning forward and bringing your head playfully in front of his line of sight.Â
âJust kind of doesnât feel right to be here without her, yâknow?â He responds, taking his own thoughtful sip and grimacing at how strong the drink is. Still, he continues to sip as he watches you roll your eyes at him in a huff.
âOh my god, could you be any further up her ass right now?â
He almost feels offended by that comment. Wanting her to be here is not considering being up her ass, if anything, itâs being a good boyfriend. You continue to spit sarcasm at him though, looking dissatisfied with how heâs acting.
âHow come she can go out and have fun and you canât? Here, look.â You say, pulling out your phone and snapping a quick selfie with him. âWatch, she wonât mind.âÂ
You immediately send the selfie straight to her, with the small comment of âhe agreed to be my wingman for the night.âÂ
Instantly, she responds with a kissy emoji, wishing you luck on your dick-search. Thatâs it. Thatâs all she sends. Even you feel your heart drop a little for him at just how much she doesnât seem to care considering heâs practically stroking out over the idea of being here.Â
âSee?âÂ
He nods, taking another drink from his cup and nodding even harder. Honestly feeling a bit better that she at least knows heâs here. Mostly because he didnât even know how to tell her that heâs going out to a fucking club with her best friend.Â
âIâm so lame, god.â He laughs at himself, practically downing his drink by now and staring into your also already emptied cup. âIâll go get us more drinks?â
You nod with a devilish grin, watching how his nervousness completely disappears to that of a confident man, in a club, who would have no issue with rejecting every single person who tries something with him.
Thereâs one issue though. Like, you commend him for that loyalty and you knew this would be a difficult task but, what if he genuinely rejects you too? Surely not, because at the end of the day, youâre the one who knows whatâs happening behind his back.Â
Most people would at least tell him whatâs going on before trying to seduce him, and in all fairness, you donât know why you havenât yet. You guess youâd rather have him cheat on her back, just to show her that heâs not going to sit here and wait on her like sheâs expecting him to.Â
How is she gonna find out? You donât know.Â
~
The night is good, rain dripping outside is easily drowned out by both the booming music and the loud laughter Wonwoo throws at you every few minutes from people watching. The two of you have barely moved from the love seat, but have continued to drink for hours now. At this point, youâre the one staring at him, and he doesnât even seem to avert his eyes as he continues to drink.Â
From your tits to your eyes, to his jacket draped over you, all the way down to your legs and the way you move closer and closer to him, up to the point you throw both legs over his lap and he instantly grabs onto them to hold them in place.Â
Still, heâs laughing. Playing it off perfectly as if itâs not intimate, as if itâs not something he would avoid if he hadnât already downed four drinks.Â
âWonwoo,â You ask, getting closer to his ear to avoid yelling.Â
His voice booms back at you, still yelling.Â
âYeah?â He responds, turning his cheek to meet yours in this moment of close conversation.Â
âYou look really good tonight.,â You say directly into his ear, hoping he hears you as well as you hear yourself. Youâre trying to tip-toe past a boundary, but itâs not like youâre lying.Â
âWhat?â He responds again, gripping your legs a bit tighter as he leans closer to you, his other hand reaching to your head to hold your lips closer against his ear. He really didnât hear you, but it feelsâ you donât know. It feels like something.Â
âI said, you look really good right now.â You half-laugh into his ear, and he responds with a soft chuckle before pulling away from you with a shake of his head.Â
âYouâre being dumb,â He laughs as he continues to shake his head. âYouâre just saying that because youâre drunk.âÂ
âNo, really,â You smile, playing it off much like he is. As if itâs a joke. Still, you crowd up to him again, lips right up against the shell of his ear and continue to sweet talk him. âSheâs lucky, Iâm a little jealous.âÂ
You donât hear him, but you can practically feel his skin go cold at your words. He doesnât move, and you can argue that he doesnât breathe for a solid thirty seconds. Which is strange because itâs not like the comment couldnât be taken a few different ways. It appears heâs finally let it click in his head though. Right now, at this moment.Â
âHm?â You continue against his ear.Â
Finally, he pulls from you, standing to his feet and letting your legs fall from his lap. You watch him nearly lose his balance as he tries to pretend heâs totally being normal about this, and totally not drunk.
âIâm gonna go get us another drink.â He says before walking off and not letting you say another word.
That, he does. He brings back another drink and appears now to be keeping his distance from you. And you, of course, with the alcohol bubbling in your belly, feel a bit too bold and far too interested in what youâre trying to do right now.
âDid she even call you today?â You ask, slowly making your way to the point of her not even texting him once she realized he was out with you tonight.Â
He shakes his head, then goes back to bobbing it to the music as if to borderline ignore you.
âDid she call yesterday?âÂ
He ignores you.Â
âThe day before that?â
He finally snaps his head over to you, brows furrowed in frustration as he fixes his drunken eyes on yours.
âWhat are you getting at? Sheâs busy!â He raises his voice at you, half-laughing at your questions toward him. You canât tell if itâs because heâs pitying himself or if he thinks youâre trying to get him to cheat on her with you. The sad part is that it would be true either way.
âOh. Yeah. Sheâs definitely âbusyâ.â You comment with a roll of your eye, practically downing half of your drink in one gulp before standing up and now trying to catch your own balance.Â
âIf youâre gonna be this uptight, Iâm just gonna go find someone else to hang out with.â You say defiantly, somehow hoping that he would get jealous.Â
He just watches you walk away, unsure of how he feels and instantly pulling out his phone to text his girlfriend. Partly just to see if she would respond, and only half because he hadnât realized how much her communication to him had dropped.
~
Youâre not having fun with this hot guy you found yourself grinding up against. You can feel the frustration in your bones with each grind, and even worse, you can feel his eyes on you in a way thatâs very different compared to Wonwoo.
Sure, your tits are out and on display but itâs not like you did it for this guy. He eats it up in the way you want Wonwoo to. Even if his eyes are softer and full of doubt, this guy shows no shame in what he wants. He could have a wife at home, and still heâs looking at you without guilt.Â
Not that you support cheating. Itâs a strange dilemma. Hating the fact that your best friend is doing it to Wonwoo, then countering her by fucking her man before letting him in on the reason why. It would be easier to just tell him, help him break up with her, and then woo him, but you feel angry enough for him that you prefer a more difficult route. The dramatic route. One that hurts her knowing heâs not bothered by her cheating because he has someone else to fuck now too.
Your drunk brain wonders what the fuck youâre doing here, with a guy that isnât Wonwoo. So, your eyes wander around the room, landing on him still on that same love-seat, eyes glued to his phone.Â
Not-so-politely, you break away from the man attempting to shove his hand down your pants and head straight back over to him. You knew he wasnât going to chase you out onto the floor after how rude you ended up being to him, but you really donât have it in you to let him just sit in a club alone with a girlfriend two hours away probably taking some dude balls deep right now.Â
By the time you get to him and plop back down, he looks at you with a pained sort of face.
âAlright, turn it off.â You say, practically babying him as you grab his phone and hold the power button down. âShe isnât always the nicest.â You easily insult her to him, but he seems to agree by this point.Â
âShe left me on read.â He says with an annoyed sigh. âYou think sheâs gonna break up with me?â
God, the pity you feel in that moment is intensely guilty. Because no, sheâs not going to break up with him. Itâs the other way around, actually.Â
âHey, come on. Youâre gonna ruin your buzz if you keep thinking about that.â
He nods to you, very nearly about to become the drunk-cryer before leaning against you with a heavy head, trying not to pay attention to your lack of reassuring him.Â
âNot sure why youâre jealous though, she hasnât even let me visit her.â He laughs in a sad way. âKinda wish she looked at me the way you do sometimes.â
He trails off, feeling you shift from under his head and take in a deep breath.
âYouâre pretty attached, huh?â You ask, opting not to pry at this moment, opting not to feel jealous.Â
âUnfortunately.â He huffs, now lifting up and appearing to shake off his sadness. âWell, whatever happens, happens. At least I got you to hang out with.â
You nod proudly, now throwing your legs back onto his lap and staring at him.Â
âYeah, whatever happens, happens.âÂ
~
Oh boy, did stuff happen.Â
Stumbling into and out of a taxi happened, wobbling into his apartment happened, feeling him tug against your shirt as he fell into his bed, practically dragging you down on top of him, happened.Â
The most sobering moment was being entirely too drunk yourself to continue your plan with the night, stopping frozen as he looked up at you with a drunken smile and a small chuckle. The small voice coming from his lips saying, âYou know, if I wasnât with her Iâd kiss you right now.âÂ
You remember very nearly kissing him anyway, but opting to playfully cover his mouth and roll over and off of him before promptly passing out directly next to him.Â
And now youâre lying here at two in the afternoon, back facing him, with his arms clinging to you as if you belong here. Youâre a little worried that he wonât remember what he said, and even more worried that he will. The hangover is prominent and booming in your skull, and partially you hope heâll have a headache too blinding to even realize that the person heâs clinging to isnât his girlfriend. Itâs you.Â
Only a few minutes goes by before he stirs. His hands gripping you tightly, pulling you back and against him as he groans sleepily against your neck. You can practically feel his deep inhale of comfort by not waking up alone, until he freezes.Â
âOh, fuck,â He says suddenly, in a voice more awake than ever. âShit, sorry. I didnât mean to likeââ
You roll over to look at him with your own sleepy smile, pretending as if you just woke up as well.Â
âItâs fine.â You assure him, sinking further into the blankets and trying to ignore your headache. âI cuddle with my friends all the time.â
He stays silent, not quite sure of how to navigate the situation but ultimately feeling the sharp pound in his head and throwing his head back against his pillow with a huff.Â
Youâre a little sad that he doesnât reach out again, but itâs kind of a given. The fact that he doesnât ask you to leave his bed is enough for you right now.
âDo you remember anything from last night?â He asks reluctantly, internally hoping to god that you donât. He vaguely remembers saying some stuff he shouldnât have said, and doesnât remember at all if he followed through with it or not.
You pick up on his tone of voice, careful and slow.Â
âNot really.â You say back, acting as if youâre falling back to sleep.
He breathes out a small breath of relief, allowing the silence to take over the room.Â
âExcept for you saying you wanted to kiss me.âÂ
Wonwoo is actually fucking horrified that you remember, reaching a hand to his temple and rubbing harshly in a self-soothing way.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean that.â He says back quietly, feeling the air become heavier and heavier.Â
âOh,â You start, feeling a bit of a pull inside of you. âWell, you were drunk, so I didnât think you did anyway.â
He breathes out another sigh of relief.Â
âStill, it felt good knowing.â You add.Â
Wonwoo pauses, feeling the ground beneath threaten to crumble from under him, taking you, him, and his bed with it as he looks over at your back turned to him. Something inside of him is now pulling a bit as he studies the way you breath and lay against his plush pillows. Your voice sounded disappointed, and he doesnât understand why heâs also disappointed in lying to you about it. He did mean it, but it doesnât mean you were supposed to be aware of how much he wanted to kiss you. He canât. Heâs loyal.
Nevermind the fact that youâve never slept over. Nevermind the fact that youâre in his fucking bed.
âIâm not going to tell her, donât worry.â You say out to the silence, in such a tone that doesnât really leave room for him to respond outside of feeling bad more for you, than for his girlfriend who canât seem to give him the light of day.Â
Thereâs another long moment of silence, and part of him wonders if youâve already fallen asleep again. He can feel his headache get louder and louder in his ears and opts to try and sleep more too, because it feels like a better idea than dealing with this heavy atmosphere.Â
And heâs not sure why he does it, but he very carefully rolls towards you and reluctantly puts an arm around you. Itâs just cuddling, nothing more. Friends cuddle all the time, right?
When you shift under him, wrapping your fingers up with his, heâs unsure of why he doesnât pull back, and even more unsure as to why your hand fits within his better than his own girlfriendâs does.Â
~
Itâs been a week of silence from Wonwoo since the night you slept over. When you officially woke up, he was still next to you, curled in on himself despite falling asleep in a way that should have been more telling than the silence in the room. You didnât wake him because you knew he was pretending. The hint was that he didnât want to talk about it, and he definitely didnât want to look you in the eye. You took the hint.
So, you went home expecting him to text you at some point during the day. He didnât. The next day? Also nothing. And now, a week later, still nothing.Â
Youâre a bit in your head. Each work day is filled with menial tasks that do not interest you, mostly because you canât help but believe you went a bit too far. You were being too pushy, and it resulted in this. Now, even if you were to see him again, wearing those revealing outfits would feel more like a disrespect than a fun little game youâre playing.
It isnât fair that heâs playing that game with you without knowing, and perhaps itâs time to just get down to the point and tell him. His girlfriend is cheating on him and youâve been a bad friend to him. You could care less about how she feels about you trying to get her boyfriend in bed with you.Â
His loyalty never faltered past staring at you and drunkenly admitting that he would kiss you if he wasnât in a relationship. The task you gave to yourself was stupid, and to think Wonwoo would really pick you over her while still being with her was arguably the worst idea of your life.Â
Your confidence has faltered beyond belief, to the point that expecting him to text now is null. Even if you were to reach out to tell him whatâs happening behind his back, at this point it would just look like youâre trying to pry. Like youâre getting involved in a place you do not belong, and definitely werenât invited. Possibly even, like youâre lying just to get to him.Â
And you know, you would have stuck with the plan of silence, the plan of moving on from the situation, until she decided to snap you a billion and one selfies just the night before. Then again, it shouldnât have surprised you when you opened snapchat this morning to see her, again, in a bed that isnât Wonwooâs. She must be out of her damn mind because his bed was warm and his arms were warmer.Â
She, again, is smiling. She looks drowsy in each photo, the arm held against her gripping her tighter in each photo until you see a glimpse of his face.Â
It shouldnât piss you off, honestly, it shouldnât. But the fact that sheâs in bed with that man and not Wonwoo? Huge downgrade. The fact that sheâs smiling bigger than youâve ever seen her smile with Wonwoo? Worst best friend ever.Â
You donât even respond to her, and instead screenshot every single photo, ignoring the fact that it will notify her of it, and then you block her.Â
You get a text at lightning speed from her immediately after taking at least nine different screenshots, catching a glimpse of the first line of text stating âwhat are you screenshotting for?â before blocking her number as well.
And then you sit, staring at the dirt in your camera roll before pulling up Wonwooâs text box.Â
Sitting there on your bedroom floor, you type out paragraph after paragraph explaining yourself and your behavior before dropping the bomb. Drafting it once, twice, erasing all of it and starting over. Then you get anxious and close out the text box, instead writing what you want to say in your head but never quite satisfied with it because, well, even if sheâs cheating on himâŚthere is no way to explain it in a way that would excuse how youâve been acting towards him.Â
Wallowing in your own self-pity, you seem to lose the point of the matter. Wonwoo is the one being fucked over, seemingly by both of you. Your best friend is taking advantage of him and so are you.Â
Ding.Â
Your phone goes off next to you, and part of you assumes itâs your âbest friendâ texting you from that guyâs phone instead, but your stomach drops the second you see Wonwooâs name.Â
Wonwoo: can you come over today?Â
You almost want to say that you canât, despite obviously wanting to. Youâre anxious, youâre feeling awful, and youâre pissed off at the entire situation.Â
You: why? whatâs up?
Wonwoo: i wanna hang out?Â
Well, maybe you can take advantage of his ignorance one last time. Surely he feels the intense awkwardness between the two of you, and heâs probably just wanting to put that to rest by hanging out like before. So, naturally, youâre going to go over under the idea of hanging out, and then find a way to tell him. Making no mention of how long youâve known this to be going on, making no mention of your little mind game, or the revenge.Â
After all, he deserves to know.Â
~
Wonwoo is a little bit surprised that you show up in appropriate clothing. Not a hardened nipple in sight and youâre wearing jeans to cover your legs. He tries not to look at you in disappointment at this moment, and thankfully it goes unnoticed by you because, well, youâre blatantly avoiding looking anywhere near his face.Â
He doesnât like that youâre not looking at him. Hates that even an hour into the hangout, youâre offering very little conversation compared to normal. Youâre not making jokes, youâre not flirting.Â
While this is going on, Wonwoo feels like heâs staring far more than usual. Noting little things about you that he hadnât gotten to pay close attention to before. The way your skin looks, your posture, the way you make a certain face when you seem to be thinking about something.Â
In his head, he wonders if he prefers looking at you this way compared to simply staring at what your body could offer if he didnât have a girlfriend. His heart still beats the same steady pace, but it doesnât change the fact that he feels like, especially after last week, thereâs something here and exploring it is something heâs been avoiding for far too long.Â
Itâs been there for a long time, and you never showed much interest until after he started dating your best friend. The fact that you started doing all that stuff after she moved away, while heâs trying to make things work from a distance? It was a hard thought to grasp, a hard feeling to admit. It seems he already admitted it to himself though. Putting together puzzle pieces in his mind that donât quite fit. Ones where itâs him and his girlfriend, trying to fit your piece somewhere near him. It never fit until it was just you and him.Â
He never wanted to admit how much he loved spending time with you, how much he loved looking at you, how badly he wanted to touch you. It only got worse after she left, and after you started being around him more without her. He would notice even more things about you that he liked, and the mental gymnastics only drove him to act like an idiot around you. It made him talk about his girlfriend more, as if to mute the thoughts he would have about you.Â
Now though? Heâs had time to think, heâs had time to figure things out, and ultimately, heâs had time to miss you. To see what it would be like without you around him for more than two days.Â
He really did miss you. A lot. Arguably more than his girlfriend, who lives two hours away and hasnât even allowed him to visit her. So, as heâs sitting next to you on the couch, he moves closer.Â
When you get up to grab something to drink, heâs right behind you, absentmindedly placing a hand on your waist to reach up into the cabinet to grab you a glass before you can do it yourself.Â
When you sit back down next to him on the couch, he scoots even closer, reluctantly throwing an arm over the back of the couch and gently playing with the collar of your shirt.Â
All of those tiny touches bring your eyes to him a few times. The feeling of intimacy is more overwhelming than the day you lost your virginity. You didnât have to do anything to get him to do it either. Youâre not even trying anymore, and here he is, finding ways to get closer to you. Finding ways to invite you into his personal space.Â
The air in his apartment feels intense. It feels untouchable to you in a way too, making your anxiety bubble even more as you waver on the line of telling him the truth or just enjoying the way heâs acting right now. Thereâs too much guilt involved though, as you turn to look at him and this time, you donât break eye contact.Â
He can tell you want to say something, but knows that you probably wonât speak your mind.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â You finally ask after a long moment of staring at him, and he just shrugs.Â
âI just feel comfortable,â he tries to play it off, his mind feeling heavy with the fact that she hasnât texted him for three days. âAnd little frustrated.â
Sexually. Considering he hasnât touched a single person since she moved away. Not to mention the fact that you have been dressing in a way that made him need physical touch for so long now. Until today, anyway. All of those hang outs where you showed up looking ready to be touched, and then leaving untouched? All of those nights he spent alone in his room trying to get his girlfriend to call him, moan for him, or send him photos? All of those nights without love from either of you, and only love from himself.Â
âOh, Why?â You ask, reluctantly. Youâre nearly prepared to get up and leave, hoping that his frustration isnât at you as a person, or about what happened last week.Â
âShe hasnât texted in a while and Iâm starting to second guess some stuff, I guess.â
You look at him with a shocked expression, the guilt rising in you to the point that you very nearly start screaming out the secrets. But you donât, because he continues.Â
âYouâre not wearing the stuff you usually wear to try and impress me either, so I feel like I may have lost my shot.â
Oh.
You look away, a confused feeling inside of you now. The guilt of the situation turning into that of petty revenge yet again. This is what you wanted. Him making a suggestion, even while in a relationship, to want you, to have you, to need you.Â
âI want to kiss you, so bad.â He sighs out at your silence, flopping his head against the cushions of his couch and groaning in frustration. He squeezes his eyes shut, a face looking as though he was pained to say such a thing, but itâs more so just the frustration of wanting to kiss you, and never having the chance. Never being able to be in a position to do it. Never being the person you wanted to do it.Â
âAre you going to do it this time?â You say in a small voice, still looking at him and the way he shows his clear intentions even through the slouched posture on the couch.Â
The cushions are plush around his head, offering him a comfort that you assume you could never bring to him in a moment like this. Even when he turns his head to look at you, eyes darting across your face to search for your usual cheeky smirk or grin, and finding none of that.Â
Itâs the first time either of you have crossed the line of flirting. There is no flirting to be had here, and only Wonwooâs reluctant intimacy, his needy suggestions.Â
âYeah.â He lets out with a sigh, now taking in a deep breath and still not moving from the couch.Â
You, on the other hand, unintentionally push the secret to the back of your mind. The sheer idea of him wanting to kiss you, and him actually planning to do it overshadows any other thought in your brain. As if the entire situation never happened, and itâs just you and him with no ties to other people.Â
As if heâs not in a relationship. As if youâre not actively trying to end that relationship.Â
Itâs silent, and heâs still unmoving after saying that. You look away briefly, trying to muster up the courage to say something else. To encourage him, to do it yourself. Then, before you can even try, you feel the couch dip next to you, and when you turn back to look at him. Heâs right there.
You can feel his breath fanning over you, only now noticing that he must have been sucking on that candy before for this very reason. The scent of something fruity and sweet overpowering your senses as the two of you blink at each other.Â
You watch as his eyes go from open, to hooded, and you feel his palm against your cheek. The warmth of it lulling your own eyes to close.Â
The first feeling of his lips felt like any other kiss. Plush and warm. His lower lip slots between yours in a simple way, and he stays like that briefly before pulling back and looking at you.
His insides are buzzing, unsure as to why this feels so insane right now. Heâs kissed before, so many times. Heâs made out, heâs fucked. Heâs done everything, but with you, itâs different. And itâs so fucking cliche to think about. Never did he think kissing you would feel any different.Â
But it does. And maybe itâs because your lips are prettier than his girlfriendâs, maybe itâs because the candy he had made the kiss all the sweeter. Maybe itâs because youâre here, and sheâs not.Â
Or maybe, itâs because he actually likes you.Â
It only continues from there, his lips falling to yours once more, and then twice more, until heâs managed to cup your face in both of his hands and really kiss you. His tongue slipping in with ease and not at all as reluctant as his hands.Â
You kiss him back, seemingly trying to take what you can get before he realizes whatâs happening and ultimately runs away from this.Â
With each passing moment, itâs what you expect to happen but, for him, each passing moment is only going further and further past the boundary line. His tongue continues moving against yours, his lips continue to fit perfectly with yours, and he keeps going until heâs breathless.Â
When he pulls back this time to breathe, his hands go from your face to your shoulders, running down your waist until he grips your hips and pulls you forward. You donât budge at first, looking at him and his candy kissed lips.Â
He seems confident when he pulls at you again, and again, until you follow where his hands are pulling you. Directly on top of him.Â
There, he positions himself much like he did when he said he was going to kiss you. Head pressed back into the cushions, eyes closed before half-opening to look at you with a serious expression. Seeing him from this angle, with your legs thrown on either side of him, straddling him?Â
That angry feeling inside of you bubbles up again. This is what your best friend can fucking have? And sheâs not doing it? Sheâs not here right the fuck now, sitting on her pretty boyfriend? With his stupid warm hands holding her so delicately on his lap? With his messy hair and pretty lips?
You groan as you look at him, moving your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose and shake your head.Â
âHm? Whatâs up?â He asks, in his own little world with you, his girlfriend so far in the back of his brain that he doesnât seem to comprehend the gravity of the situation.Â
âI just,â You start, adjusting your eyes back to him and taking in his image once again. This time feeling like the breath is knocked out of you with the way heâs looking at you. You forgot what you wanted to say.Â
âAre you worried?â He asks, bringing his hand back up to your face and running the back of his fingers against your lips.
Itâs something that makes you feel like heâs not taken. It makes you feel like he wants to be taken though, by you, specifically.Â
You shake your head, kissing his fingers as they continue to make their way back and forth across your lips. Only slightly sticking out your tongue to lick them, before he runs that hand to the collar of your shirt and pulls you down and against him.Â
There, before you can even think to pull yourself back up, heâs wrapping his arms around you in a hug, letting your head lay against his shoulder as he talks.Â
âYou really have no idea, do you?â
On the fucking contrary. Heâs the one who has no idea.Â
âHow long have I wanted to hold you like this?â He continues, still hugging you too tight for you to lift up enough to look at him. âDo you know?âÂ
You shake your head, digging deep in your brain and finding no hints from him that would indicate such a thing.Â
âSince before you approached me to meet her.â He says, dropping the bomb that heâs still not yours, all while holding you as if youâre his. âSince that time you asked my friend for help on campus opening your bottle.âÂ
âThat was over a year ago.â You comment in disbelief, noting that college life felt so far away despite it not being a distant memory at all.Â
In fact, you remember the way he wanted to help before his friend did. You didnât know him until that moment, and only knew his friend from a few classes.
âFrom the first second, I think,â He ponders, his grip on you loosening as he lets you raise up slightly to look at him. âI think this is what I wanted from then on.â
âThen why are you withââ
He cuts you off, kissing you again and ultimately doing the job of shutting your brain off so well that you can only believe he was meant to be the one doing it.Â
And there, the two of you sit like that with no goal in mind. Just kissing, just feeling, just enjoying. With each breath you need to take, the kisses only come back more intense, up until you think a solid hour passes.
Never have you made out for this long without a hand in your pants, or your hand in someone elseâs pants. Arguably, you feel as if you need your hand in his pants by now, especially because you can feel how aroused heâs been.Â
He never pushed for more though, with his length sitting directly under you and his little relieved breaths each time you adjusted your body on his to kiss him deeper. You can imagine his legs must be going numb by now too, but he leaves no room for complaints.Â
None of his little sounds seem to come from pain, and the fact that this alone is enough to satisfy him brings that angry feeling back. You can imagine he must love to go slow. He must enjoy taking his time, and being gentle, sweet, and loving. Your best friend is so fucking different. Youâve heard of her sexual endeavors, youâve seen them both in photos, videos, and hell, even in the same room as you because the bitch has no comprehension of personal space.Â
Only now do you realize that during her entire relationship with Wonwoo, she never talked about sex with him. She never sent photos, videos, or was all over him when the three of you hung out. You assumed it was because it was his boundary. You know she doesnât respect boundaries though, so clearly not.Â
âI donât know.â Wonwoo suddenly whispers between kisses, forcing you to search your brain as to what he must be referring to.Â
âHm?â You hum into his insistent lips, only giving enough space for him to offer short bursts of conversation.Â
âWhy am I with her, thatâs what you were going to ask, right?â He says, pulling back and letting you look at him.Â
You nod reluctantly, trying not to feel his arousal beneath you twitch against your ass.Â
He shrugs.
âDoes it really even matter?â He asks, now moving his body in a way that suggests you should stand, and you do.Â
You stay silent, watching him stand to his feet in front of you, looking down at you.Â
âDoes it?â He asks again, looking at you for an answer.
You shake your head, watching him slowly take a step back, and back, and back. Fully aware of the fact that heâs making his way to his room, and knowing youâre going to follow him.
You do, following him until you get close enough that he grabs you again and holds you against his chest, expertly walking backwards in his apartment straight to his bedroom door. You could do that too, if you wanted to, because youâve been here more times than you can count.Â
There, he continues to hold you in his grasp, inhaling the scent of your hair, running his hands down and slipping them under your shirt, rubbing your back.
Youâre the one who snakes an arm around him to open his bedroom door, and he very nearly trips backwards. The chaos of you falling on top of him wouldnât be the most awful error, with the way he keeps getting caught up with simply fucking hugging you. Thankfully though, he doesnât fall.
Instead, he regains the control of his body and turns both of you around, now forcing you to walk back until your knees hit his bed and youâre falling back with him on top of you.
Itâs silent again save for a small laugh from him, and he still just stares at you. As if heâs taking you in for the first time each time he does this.Â
He pulls his arms from under you and adjusts them now to where one is holding up his weight, and the other is once again fiddling with the collar of your shirt. There, he leans down and kisses the side of your mouth before moving down your neck, stopping where his fingers are toying with your shirt.Â
âIâm so hard,â He whispers against your neck, thrusting his hips forward and against your leg. âCan you touch me?âÂ
You pause at the feeling of your heart fluttering, the warmth of his breath against your skin only heightens the feeling and you intentionally lift your leg slightly to bump against his length.Â
He lets out a pleased sigh at the feeling, tensing his hips against your leg and kissing against your neck again, beginning to suckle in that same spot.Â
His hands move up and down your body as he chases the friction your leg offers, slowly lifting your shirt, up until he has to remove his lips from your skin to get it off of you, only to immediately place them right back there, and sucking harder against your collar bone.Â
You feel his length throbbing against your leg with each little movement of his hips, and the pained feeling of your blood vessels being bursted with his mouth, the feeling of his hands now running up to your bra, intentionally moving the fabric just to free one of the breasts heâs spent too much time staring at before.Â
When he does that, you feel him release your skin from his mouth and groan out at the first glimpse of real naked flash, now running his lips straight to your nipple and sucking there instead. His hips moving faster against you until he can barely stand it.Â
He releases your nipple with a pop sound before looking at you, his eyes shining in a new way. He studies the way you lay beneath him, then looks down at his cock chasing the feeling of your slightly raised leg before he laughs at himself. Only slightly, a very small laugh.Â
âI feel so desperateâŚâ He comments, shifting his hips harder. âand I donât care.â He adds, reaching for your bra and pulling it off of you without so much as unhooking it. Then he goes straight for his shirt, lifting it off of his body just a quickly before lying against you just to feel the warmth.
âAre you okay with this?â He finally says, in a smaller voice, with a little less confidence.Â
Of course you are, even with all of the things unspoken about this situation, and what could come of it.Â
You offer him a small nod, moving your hands up to his hair and pulling a bit, as if to guide his lips back to your nipple. He follows with ease, smiling around the hardened nub and flicking it with his tongue before immediately pulling back and looking at you.Â
Heâs fucking beaming. Never have you seen him look so happy. Heâs practically glowing as he looks at you, and it makes you feel like your heart is going to thump out of your chest. You smile back, feeling like you both must look so stupid right now. Heâs cheating right now, and you both couldnât be happier about it.Â
âYouâre soâŚâ You start, your voice coming out cheerful and pleased. âcute.â
He raises a questionable brow at the choice of words there, wanting nothing more than to seem sexy, or like, arousing to you. But he will take it at face value, and hope that someday, maybe heâll be more than just cute.
He hums, leaning back down to your nipple yet again, suckling it between his teeth before finally moving over to the other, warming up the skin there and leaving no part of you without a tingling sensation.Â
His hips have stilled, but you can still feel him ache against you, so you make it a point to raise your leg higher, moving it against him until he canât stop releasing little moans from around your nipple. You keep doing that, up until he releases your skin with a deep sigh, one that feels painful.
âI want you so bad.â He groans, lifting fully from you and towering over you.Â
You look up at him, eyes trailing his chest and abs before focusing on his hands, which lifts from you and travels to the button of his pants.Â
Itâs going to happen. Itâs really gonna fucking happen now. Youâre happy, your heart is fucking threatening death on you, and your entire body is reacting to him at this moment in the form of warmth soaking your panties.Â
He watches you watch him, your eyes practically urging him to do exactly what heâs intending to do, and heâs even more happy to oblige. Making a show of unbuttoning his pants, unzipping, and then pausing.Â
âHey, look at me.â He says playfully, watching you struggle to move your eyes back up to his. âKeep looking at me.â
God, it truly is a fucking struggle to keep your eyes on his, despite how much youâve grown to love how passionate they are when he looks at you. In your peripheral vision, you can see him lower his pants, you can see his hand reaching to pull his cock from his briefs, and you can even see him tug against it a few times, all while heâs smiling directly at you. Knowing you want to see it.Â
âHow does it feel to have someone flash what you want in front of you, but not being able to really look?â He asks, again in a playful voice.
You roll your eyes at him, then dart them straight down and take in a deep inhale at how big he appears to be. Even against his hands, large and slender, his cock is arguably something that will feel new to you in size alone.Â
Honestly, you canât fucking comprehend your âbest friendâ moving away and leaving that behind. Choosing someone else, letting someone else inside of her. Looking at it alone has your entire body in hyper-awareness of how badly you want it. You want him. Not even for revenge, but just to show him that he is fucking wanted. He is desired, and he isnât worth fucking leaving.Â
Youâre still staring when he shuffles back, landing his hands on your pants to try and get them off of you too, but you stop him. Shooting up from your back and nearly throwing yourself into a dizzy fit before grabbing onto him and pushing him from the bed.Â
Heâs a little shocked, and definitely confused, until he realizes what youâre doing. You shift to lying on your stomach, face level with his hips.
âOh,â He lets out, noting the way youâre grabbing his hips and bringing him forward again, his knees hitting his bed and the head of his cock hitting your lips. âOh, shit.â He grits out, feeling you instantly take him into your mouth without even so much as suggesting you wanted to do this.
If there was a line to cross, it was already crossed, but this means thereâs no turning back. And heâs fucking fine with it. His âgirlfriendâ never seemed this excited to do this. She was actually, um, quite boring in bed. Not to compare her to you or anything, itâs just, you knowâ
You can feel him tremble when you take him deeper into your mouth, honestly just wanting to show him how much you want this. You take him deeper, and deeper, until your throat constricts around him and you feel him tap at your shoulder and slide himself out.Â
âYou donât have to do that,â He comments, slightly out of breath, a tint of red fanning over his cheeks. âYou really, really, donât haveââÂ
Heâs cut off by you ignoring him, doing the exact thing thatâs getting him to act like this. Taking more and more until your throat constricts again, and you continue to let your throat stimulate him.Â
âFuck.â He moans in another shaky breath, showing that heâs still trembling, much like you are.Â
He doesnât argue this time though, instead he opts to find out where the fuck he should put his hands. One lands on your head briefly, before it moves to your cheek to feel how hollowed out they are, then it ends up running through his hair, to amplify the feeling of pleasured insanity running through his body right now.Â
And when you pull back to breathe, you feel his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Gagging you once more before he sputters out a small apology, heaving in a breath and trying to steady his thoughts of how fucking amazing you are.Â
You smile at him, wiping the corners of your mouth before planting a kiss to the head of his length, tasting the salty pre-cum that you hadnât gotten to taste before, considering how deep you took him into your mouth.Â
He still looks at you, dazed and totally infatuated with the way you look so proud of yourself. His cock twitching in front of your face, his eyes keeping the same passion. Before you can even go back in for more, heâs reclaiming his control.Â
âRoll over,â He says, not trying to seem demanding.Â
To you though, it just seems desperate, in a good way. A great way.Â
You do, rolling over and seeing him lean over you to quickly undo your pants, his cock literally right on your face. You playfully lick the base, feeling his entire body twitch as he laughs.Â
âStop.â He chuckles at his own sensitivity, trying to shove your pants down in the awkward position.Â
âDonât put it on my face then.â You argue, licking again.Â
He finally steps back with another laugh, removing his length from the assault of your tongue and throwing himself onto the bed, finishing the task of taking off your pants.Â
He briefly notes the wet spot on your panties, sighing in relief with a smile before he balances himself on one arm beside your head and leans down to kiss you.
You let him. Feeling entirely desired and wanted by him. The kiss is just as deep as the ones before, but this time you have the breath knocked out of you. You can feel his fingers moving your panties and going straight for your clit.Â
Your mouth falls slack against his, letting out a sigh that he swallows up enthusiastically.Â
He continues that, sliding his fingers up and down your folds, circling your clit, kissing you, chuckling to you, licking against your tongue before experimenting with sliding a finger into you.
He only stops kissing you at that moment, looking down at where his finger disappears inside of you, and then searching your face for a reaction. You look back at him with a dazed smile, slightly nodding with another long and drawn out sigh.Â
Then he slides his finger out, and slides in two, a bit harsher this time. Effectively fucking his fingers into you only twice before youâre pulling him back down and into a rough and messy kiss.
His hand continues to fuck into you as his tongue counters the motion with slow drags of his tongue against yours, as if heâs tasting each moan you give to him. The candied flavor of his lips is more dull now that you think youâve kissed the flavor out of him. You imagine he can feel exactly how much you want him, with the way youâre grasping him, the way youâre moaning for him, the way youâre kissing with no rhyme or reason.Â
His hands get rougher and rougher as the minutes pass, up until he can feel you dripping against his knuckles and hopefully onto his bed.Â
âSo wet,â he compliments you through a breathy kiss. âSo pretty.â He adds, pulling back to really see how you look while being fucked.Â
You hum in response, spreading your legs a bit more, now using your own body to fuck against his fingers. Wanting more of him, wanting them deeper.Â
âWonwoo,â You sigh out, feeling the slide of his fingers continue to drench themselves into the heat of your pussy. âPlease tell me youâre going to fuck me.âÂ
He continues to look at you, his cock twitching at the words as he dips his head in a small and, somehow shy, nod. All he needed was for you to ask. Now all he needs is to feel you stretch around his aching cock, relieving him of the intensity of how badly heâs wanted to be inside of you for so fucking long.Â
âJust tell me when.â he whispers, letting his fingers continue to do the work.Â
âNow.âÂ
Well, you donât have to ask him twice. He smiles, popping one more kiss to the corner of your mouth before lifting from you and staring down at the way you slide yourself on his fingers. Imagining briefly what youâd look like doing that to his cock. Closing his eyes tightly at the image and nearly whining out in pleasure at the image.Â
Youâre a little shocked at first, with the way he pulls his fingers out, removes your panties, and instantly lays his cock against your core. Sliding it through your folds and humming at how wet you manage to coat his length. He does that for a little too long, but you watch him. Heâs enjoying the image, staring straight down and seemingly focused on burning the image of his cock sliding against you in his mind.Â
And when he does finally position himself, heâs quick to grab one of your legs and place it over one of his shoulders, before sliding in slightly, then doing the same with your other leg.Â
There he stares down as he sinks into you, watching how deep his cock can go, feeling and seeing you pulse around him in a harsh and searing stretch.Â
Then, he looks at you and the way youâre lying under him with a face that resembles both pain, release, and pleasure. It drives him further, fitting his cock into you as if it was made for you and you alone.Â
You, on the other hand, feel as though youâre being split in fucking half by the sheer length of him. He just keeps pressing in, deeper, deeper, deeper. Until your legs tremble on his shoulders and heâs quick to turn his face to land a gentle kiss against your calf, as if to soothe you.Â
He couldnât stop even if he wanted to though. When he bottomed out on you, all he could do was sit there and feel your pussy adjust to him. It felt so fucking good, so tight, so wet. All of it had him nearly not even thinking with his own brain. It made him want to say filthy things, seeing you stretched out on him, feeling your legs tremble even through his soothing kisses. Seeing your hands weakly grip at the sheets above your head.Â
Only now, does he slide out to offer you a bit of relief, watching your face and the way you take in deep breaths before releasing them with sweet sounds for him. He slides back in, letting out his own moan before gripping one of your legs to hold it in place and holding your thigh with the other. There, he finds a rhythm. One that has you moaning with each thrust, out of breath, and your legs trembling even more.
One that has him feeling like he could do this for hours. Loving the way he fits into you, loving the way your tits move with each thrust, obsessed with the way your voice translates pleasure for him.Â
He thinks he might be in love, fucking into you as if his life depends on it. As if his âgirlfriendâ never laid under him like this. Because she did, and somehow it never felt as good as it does with you.Â
Even through the silence save for moaning and breaths, it feels more intense than fucking ever has for him and he doesnât want it to end. He loves the way your pleasure squeezes his length so tightly. He loves the little sounds you make, and fucking adores the way you still try to meet him half way with his thrusts. Like youâre urging for more, like youâre loving it, like youâre loving him.Â
He does this for a while, internally falling in love with you over and over again with each moan, each clench of your pussy, each fucking tremble. That is only heightened when he manages to move a hand to your clit, fighting your weak hands to push them away from you as he stimulates the sensitivity beyond belief.
You moan out for him, both chasing the feeling and urging him to stop because you donât want this to end either. He chooses to keep going though, watching you reach your arms up to him, as if youâre calling to him through the intense sensitivity.Â
Heâs so quick to let your legs fall from his shoulders as he intertwines his fingers with yours on one hand, the other keeping up the pressure against your clit. He leans closer to you now, face inches from your as he looks at you
âYouâre so fucking pretty like this.â He compliments directly against your lips. âIt isnât fair.â
You can hardly comprehend what heâs saying, feeling his hips pick up intensity now that heâs even closer to you. The angle change makes the slide of his cock feel perfect inside of you, bumping every sensitive spot alongside his fingers caressing your clit, it sends you over edge without so much as a silent warning.
Honestly, it happens before he even realizes it himself. Feeling your pussy stutter around his length and the way you hold your breath as you try to kiss him at the same time. He tries to slow down to feel it, encouraging you to let it go while feeding into the one sided kiss. His fingers are still toying with you, wanting you to give him your all as you release. As he slows his hips, the slow drag of his cock inside of you continues to fuck you through your orgasm until he stops moving completely, unaware of how much youâre stimulating him through your orgasm, he pulls out half way in a panic.
âHold onââ He breathes against your lips before throwing his head back and trying to convince himself not to come. âStop clenching, fuck.âÂ
You could argue, but honestly youâre about as stupid as he appears to be right now. Clenching harder at his words and the way his body jerks inside of you as he presses all the way back in again. Prolonging your orgasm past your own comprehension.Â
You moan louder in surprise, and there he goes.Â
Losing his goddamn mind inside of you as he releases, almost forgetting where he is as he pumps every single bit of his come into you with full fucking intention. Wanting you to feel it as he kisses you through it, wanting you to know just how much he could give to you, and ultimately feeling satisfied with the way you cling to him as he does it.Â
Up until both of you are breathless, trembling, and a fucking mess when he pulls out of you.Â
~
The silence in the room came back after the two of you caught your breath, Wonwoo was quick to clean both of you up, knowing for a fact that a shower will need to be in the plan within the next ten minutes.Â
But also, something else has come back to the front of his brain. Since, you know, he kind of lost his mind for a while there.
âWhy didnât you tell me she was cheating on me?â
âHow did youââ You start, immediately pulled out of your post-sex daze. The glow of your skin disappearing and replacing itself with guilt and panic.
âWhen I asked her, she asked if you told me.â He responds, as nonchalant as ever. Showing no anger toward you for knowing.Â
It seems he figured it out on his own.
âOhâŚ.â
âYou could have just told me instead of letting me sit there and suffer abouting wanting you at the same time. Do you realize how awful that made me feel?â
Youâre not prepared for this conversation, as much as youâd like to be.Â
âI was trying to get back at her.â You say in a small voice, feeling ashamed.Â
âWell, we definitely did.â He starts, tapping the bottom of your chin and forcing you to look up at him. âYou should have told me though, instead of trying to take matters into your own hands.â
You look at him, searching for any hint of anger or disappointment and finding none. If anything, you see the frustration, possibly part of what he referred to before he fucked you. Before he definitely didnât cheat on his âgirlfriendâ with you.
âWe did?â You start, glancing away from him. âShe knows weâ?â You continue, wondering how the fuck the two of you would have gotten back at her if you only just had sex.Â
âOh, right.â He puts a finger in the air. âI kind of jumped the gun and told her not to feel bad because I cheated on her too.âÂ
âWhat?! With who?â You panic, wondering if the silence of last week was him fucking the sad out of him with someone else.
âYou.â he pauses, avoiding eye contact. âThen I hung up and waited a few days to decide on what to do. I ended up texting you to come over so I could make good on my promise.â
âAnd if I wasnât interested?â
âYou were clearly interested.â
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BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT
THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!
YOUâRE INVITED!
PAIRING tbz x f!reader
GENRES smut ďšfluff ďšminimal angst ďšcrack
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!
SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!
MORE LETS GAURRRRR iâm so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so thatâs kinda crazy đ my boyz have been here for 6 years wow đ anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, donât forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if uâd like to be tagged in these <3
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FALL SEMESTER
TRY HARD â LEE JUYEON (12/6)
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EXCITEMENT â JI CHANGMIN (12/6)
You know, when you told your girl friends that youâd never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you werenât expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.
SEEING STARS â KIM SUNWOO (12/10)
Itâs slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohnâs âadviceâ to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semesterâs worth of school work for you.
CLUMSY â JU HAKNYEON (12/10)
When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didnât think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But thereâs a first time for everything, he supposes.
âFRIENDLYâ COMPETITION â LEE SANGYEON (12/14)
The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?
JE NE SAIS QUOIS â JACOB BAE (12/14)
Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, heâs starting to think maybe theyâre not that horrible.
SPRING SEMESTER
LET LOOSE â KIM YOUNGHOON (12/18)
Younghoon has hated you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to justâŚfuck it right out of you?
(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED â LEE HYUNJAE (12/18)
Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your yearâs bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but itâs not like youâre really complaining.
NO BITCHES? â ERIC SOHN (12/22)
When you met Eric, youâd thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any womanâs pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never wouldâve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.
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In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanheeâs got a real big problem on his hands.
PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER â KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 12/25, PT. 2 12/26)
It wasnât like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that youâre paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess itâs the perfect time to find out why.
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i. can only chuckle at this point.
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X + Y = YOU AND I || jeon wonwoo
PAIRING: academic rival!wonwoo x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 8.6k
GENRE(S): smut, fluff, rivals to lovers, college au
SUMMARY: you wish jeon wonwoo would sometimes act like an insufferable prick instead of the perfect guy, because then you wouldn't have to feel your head spinning each time he looks at you.
WARNINGS: SMUT [unprotected sex, fingering, use of petnames (baby, good girl), praise, some degradation, sex in an empty classroom] wonwoo is so in love
Class discussions where both Wonwoo and you are involved never end well.Â
Partly, itâs because none of you possess the ability of backing down from a fight, but mostly itâs because of Wonwooâs annoying tendencies of having read all the books in the world, which allows him to criticize every word that comes out of your mouth.Â
Which again leaves you with no choice but to get angry and argue even more vividly â though Soonyoung claims thatâs just your own stubbornness making matters worse.Â
He doesnât get it, though. The desire to beat Wonwoo at his own game each time he opens his mouth. Itâs something you canât entirely explain, but it keeps you grounded, and so you donât question it too much. The adrenaline that comes along with it is enough for you.Â
And thatâs exactly what keeps you going today â Wonwooâs annoying takes on social anthropology.
âI just donât think cultural differences are the root of conflicts.â
He says this and shrugs, eyes subconsciously drifting to the side to look at you. As expected, youâre already raising your hand to comment on his statement and he has to fight the urge to smile. Despite coming in tired, eyes drooping, youâre eager to partake in a discussion with him. Always. Itâs a little too reassuring to think about, so he stops, and instead focuses on what youâre saying.Â
âThatâs a baseless claim to make,â you scoff, and again, he feels his lip twitch, almost forming a smile. âOf course they are. No differences means nothing to fight about.â
âYes, in theory,â he says, and his eyes crinkle with the smile he offers you. A smile you canât seem to tell if is cocky or genuine. âBut cultural differences aren't everything. If we donât have culture, people will still form opinions. And those opinions will still become the roots of conflicts.â
With those words, he crosses his arms over his chest, his elbow bumping into you.Â
Youâre not sure who came up with the idea of the two of you sitting together in the classroom, but moments like these make you want to find that person and rip their hair out. Because in what universe should you have to argue with Jeon Wonwoo while his shoulder is literally touching yours?Â
Itâs stupid, unethical, and every other derogatory term you can come up with, but most of all, itâs making it hard to focus. Obviously, itâs not about him, itâs about the closeness itself. You think. Probably.Â
You lean a bit to your left so you can actually think of a response, but end up sighing and asking a question instead.Â
âSo youâre saying conflicts are inevitable?â
He tongues his cheek â a sign that heâs in deep thought â and bumps his elbow into you again. An accident, probably, but it catches your attention nevertheless.Â
âIâm saying disagreements become conflicts because we canât handle our emotions. Itâs not differences that are the problem, itâs our way of handling them.â
And there it is â that twinkle in his eyes that signalizes he knows heâs won. You know it, too, from the way he leans back into his chair and your words die down in your throat and the professor nods his head approvingly. Still, you wish he wouldnât be so fucking happy about it.
âAsshole,â you mumble only loud enough for him to hear as you sink back into the chair.Â
He chuckles and you feel your insides turn. God, heâs annoying. Super annoying.Â
Especially when he leans a bit to your side of the desk, face a lot closer to yours than it needs to be when he whispers, âGood job.âÂ
You glare at his soft expression, your own face heating up in something resembling embarrassment.Â
âNo need to gloat about your success, dickhead.â
âIâm not gloating,â he frowns, the smile slowly fading from his face.
âSure you arenât. Youâre just kindly reminding me that youâre better than me.â
âThatâs not whatâ Thatâs not true.â
His voice falters, and he leans back in his chair and taps his pen against the desk. You scoff at him, but itâs nowhere as threatening as youâd like it to be â thrown off by the quiver in his tone.Â
âIt is true,â you whisper, more to yourself, and avert your gaze from him.Â
The professor picks up where he left off, and you let your thoughts scatter and eyes drift closed. Itâs been a long day, you think. Thankfully, the professorâs got you and Wonwoo placed in the back, and so he doesnât notice it when you manage to fall asleep in your chair, head falling to the side.Â
Wonwoo notices, though. Your cheek squished against your shoulder, hair in your face. Itâs not the first time youâve fallen asleep in class, and he should probably start scolding you for it, but seeing your under eye bags and hearing your tired voice makes something turn unpleasantly in his stomach. And so he lets you sleep.Â
(Itâs all because of his perceptiveness.
You know about this trait of his, and itâs awful. How he hands you a pen when youâve forgotten your own without you having to ask for it. How he knows when to shut up during an argument, because your face tells him heâs won. How he never feels the need to embarrass you, or anyone, for that matter.
Heâs a good person in and out, and you hate him for it.)Â
Itâs not before the class is nearing its end that Wonwoo decides to wake you.Â
âY/N,â you feel a hand on your shoulder, shaking you awake, and then a deep voice hits your ears. Wonwooâs voice, you realize instantly, and then criticize your heart for jumping at the thought. âYou might wanna wake up for this.â
âHuh?âÂ
Wonwooâs smiling at you softly, and you sit up straight, confused. At least until you see your professor clutching his phone against his ear, muttering aggressively.
âHis wife called,â Wonwoo explains in a hushed tone, leaning towards you so you hear him better. âI feel kinda bad for the guy. She doesnât seem to like him very much.â
You rub your eyes and yawn, then realize Wonwoo is sitting right there, and clear your throat.Â
âMaybe heâs an asshole.â
âMaybe,â he turns to look at you. âGirls like assholes, though, donât they?Â
Your breath hitches in your throat involuntarily. Youâre not sure whether itâs from the question or from the way heâs looking at you â like heâs already got you all figured out â but itâs making you nervous. All of it, him. And now that youâre discussing a topic youâre not certain about, it shows.Â
You chuckle nervously, âWhereâd you get that from?â
âYou, mostly.â
âExcuse me?â
He offers you a smile, one that you subconsciously accept by feeling your insides turn to mush. This has got to be the longest youâve spoken to him without mutual friends around, and without arguing. Truthfully, you donât hate it. Youâd never have thought that this would be the topic of your first ever civil conversation, though.Â
âMinghao? Seungkwan? Your typeâs pretty obvious.â
âDo you spy on me or something?â you ask, a little baffled he knows the names of your previous boyfriends. You werenât hiding it or anything, but Wonwooâs never shown much interest in you outside of class. âPlus, that was months ago.âÂ
He fixes his glasses and tilts his head to the side.
âYeah? And what type of guys do you like now?â
You open your mouth to answer, but the words die down in your throat. Not assholes, you could say. Heâs sparked your curiosity, though â what type of guys do you like now? Because you know for a fact that youâre done with assholes, which is why youâve been trying your hardest to classify Wonwoo as one up until now.Â
âIââ
Youâre saved from answering his question by your professor, whoâs successfully hung up on his wife and is now announcing that class is over.Â
A sigh of relief escapes past your lips â another thing that doesnât go unnoticed by Wonwoo, but he doesnât push. He simply gathers his stuff, his pen that you borrowed included, and slings his bag over his shoulder. You smile at him, softly, a little hesitantly, because it feels right to do so.
His glasses rest at the tip of his nose as he stands up and says, âSee you around, Y/N.â
Then, he walks off and you no longer fight the smile that makes its way to your face.Â
â
âOkay, so I think we all know why this meeting is being held.â
This is the first thing Soonyoung says as he sits down by the round table in the cafeteria, latte almost spilling out of his cup. You and Minjeong perch up in curiosity, and she puts her phone away in favor of commenting Soonyoungâs poor word choices.Â
âMeeting? Itâs our lunch break, dude.â
âYeah, whatever,â he rolls his eyes at Minjeong who snickers. âThis lunch break is being held becauseââ
ââBecause we need to eat?â you raise a brow.Â
âY/N, you are literally in no position to act all smart right now. Itâs you that we need to talk about.â
âMe?â
You look to Minjeong, but she only shrugs, meaning that this is a Soonyoung thing. You try racking your brain to find what the hell he might want to discuss, but nothing comes to you. Not even when Soonyoung offers you one of his signature smirks that signalize heâs up to no good.Â
âYou, and hot nerd Jeon Wonwoo.â
Your mouth falls open in genuine shock. âWonwoo?â
âDid you just call him âhot nerdâ?â Minjeong slaps her hand over her mouth as she laughs, but stops when she sees you glaring at her. âDamn, okay, someoneâs defensive.â
âYes, Wonwoo,â Soonyoung leans over the table, hands together on the table like some sort of Hollywood detective. âWhatâs the deal with you and him?â
âWhat deal?â you look to the side for some help, but all Minjeong offers you is a smirk. Sheâs enjoying this a little too much for your liking. âWhy are you looking at me like that? Thereâs no deal. We donât get along, thatâs all.â
âYou sure looked like you got along yesterday,â Soonyoung giggles like a little schoolgirl, and you feel your face heating up. Of course he noticed, even though you barely talked with Wonwoo for three minutes. âAlso, have you seen how he looks at you?â
âLike he wants to kill me?â
âLike he wants to kiss you. Youâre mistaking passion for hate, babe. Or maybe youâre just pretending, because thereâs no way youâre not seeing how cute you are together.â
âMe and Wonwoo?â you ask again, incredulously. âYouâve got to be kidding. Thereâs no way.â
âYou have to admit, heâs pretty hot,â Minjeong cuts in. âPlus, you guys have, like, undeniable chemistry.â
âThe only chemistry me and him share is the class. Which already sucks enough.â
âYou know what they say, denial is a river in egypt.âÂ
âNobody says that, Minjeong,â you glare at her, deciding that itâs better to get out of here before you start doubting yourself. âAnyway, I gotta go to class, so get those Wonwoo delusions out of your heads, okay? Because thatâs what this is â delusion.â
âFunny you had to clarify that.â
âJust because youâre insufferable,â you send them a painfully fake smile and grab your things so you can walk away, almost missing the words Soonyoung mutters under his breath.Â
âWhatever helps you sleep at night.â
â
Usually, you canât be found in the universityâs backyard ripping your hair, but usually, you also donât fail your chemistry exams.Â
You might be acting a tad bit dramatic, running out of class and sitting down on the grass with your back pressed against the stone cold wall to cool off, but thatâs something to worry about later. Right now youâre just focused on feeling sorry for yourself. Which you are. To a very high degree.Â
âAre you okay?â
You jump at the sudden intrusion to your self-wallowing, turning around only to be met with a familiar face. His glasses are high up on his nose and his hair is neat, smile lines nowhere to be seen.
âWonwoo?â you ask, a bit embarrassed that heâs seeing you in this state, especially when he looks so put together. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âI read here every free period,â he says, frowning. âItâs you that should be in class right now.â
âDo you have my schedule memorized or something?â you look at him accusingly, pulling your legs closer to your chest for comfort. âAnyway, Iâm just sitting here.â
Wonwooâs silent for a moment, pondering on what to do, and then he takes a step in your direction. You donât run away or protest, so he takes another one and another one until heâs close enough to sink down on the grass next to you.Â
âYou look more like youâre drowning in sadness.â
âYeah, well, I failed an exam, so,â you say and hand him the paper your hands gripped just a moment ago â your test with every mistake highlighted in red. The whole sheet mightâve just been red at this point, you think.Â
He examines it, brows furrowed, then hands it back. âChemistry? I thought you were good at that, though.â
Your heart falters in embarrassment.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought, too. Thatâs why Iâm fucking sad.â
You donât mean for it to sound so angry, but it comes out harsh and bitter. Itâs nothing like Wonwooâs used to hearing you speak. And what comes after shocks him even more â the tears that well up in your eyes and then fall, he can see them even as you turn away from him, perhaps in fear of judgement.Â
âWait,â he says, a little dumbfounded. âAre you crying?â
Itâs a stupid question, but his tone isnât judging. Still, it doesn't ease anything â you feel like youâre about to explode. And whatâs worse is that heâs here, Jeon Wonwoo, of all people, watching you cry over something so miniscule that he probably canât even relate to. Youâre not sure why it bothers you so much that heâs seeing you in this state, but it does, it really does bother you, so much you feel like you might die.Â
âYes, Iâm crying, Wonwoo,â you say, wiping your cheeks to your best ability. âJesus christ. I did badly on a test, so I already feel like shit, and then you always have to come up to me with those stupid comments of yours.â
He blinks in surprise from behind his glasses, and even through your bitterness, you think to yourself that he looks cute like that â confused, for the very first time. At least itâs the very first time you are seeing him like this. But, to be fair, this is his very first time seeing you like this, too.Â
âI thought you liked it when I'm mean to you, though,â he says finally, and you look at him in disbelief.
âWonwoo, are you seriously just here to imply I have a degradation kink?âÂ
He remains silent for a minute, hesitating.
âGreat.âÂ
You laugh through the tears that have now stopped falling, and Wonwoo exhales in something that resembles relief. His gaze is still set on you, unrelenting, like heâs still trying to put together the puzzle. Does he want to leave?Â
A part of you hopes he wonât. Because despite that itâs a bit embarrassing, you could use someone to talk to right now. Even if itâs just so you can get your frustration out somehow.Â
âWhat Iâm trying to say is,â he starts, choosing his words carefully. âI didn't mean it like that. I never do.â
You meet his gaze â soft eyes that remain otherwise unreadable â and let out a breathy chuckle.Â
âYeah, whatever.â
You kick one of the stones in front of you, and watch it bounce a couple of times before it settles a little further away. Wonwoo doesnât leave, even though youâre giving no signs of continuing the conversation. He just sits there, shoulder a centimeter or two from yours, and listens to both your breaths. Both uneven â his is nervous, while yours is upset.Â
âIâm serious, Y/N,â he says finally, catching you off guard just enough for you to turn in his direction again. âIf I ever cross the line, tell me. I donât want to hurt you.â
He bites his lip awkwardly as you feel your heart dropping to your stomach. Itâs silent for a while, the back of your throat burning â threatening that you might start crying again if you say something now.Â
He pushes his glasses further up his nose, and thatâs when you decide to take the leap. Leap meaning that you lean forward to engulf him in a hug, your head coming to rest on his shoulder.Â
It catches him off guard, you can tell. His muscles tense, breath caught up in his throat and your own heart beats so fast you think you might die. But it feels nice, hugging him. And it feels even nicer when he wraps his arms around you, too, albeit hesitantly.Â
You stay like that, bathing in his scent â peach and jasmine with a hint of something you canât quite identify â and somehow, you feel at peace. The test is still at the back of your head, obviously, bugging you, but itâs faint compared to Wonwoo and his hand that begins to slowly stroke your hair.Â
âThank you.â
The words are whispered into the crook of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.Â
Theyâre so quiet he barely hears them, mightâve mistaken them for a hiccup hadnât he paid complete attention, but he is. He is paying attention. To how your muscles loosen up in his arms and there are no longer tears soaking through his shirt; how his own heart beats a little faster than usual; how heâs so painfully aware of the fact that talking to you only makes him like you more.
More meaning that heâs afraid he might be advancing from the useless crush heâd developed watching you argue with him during class. Advancing into uncharted territory that heâs never even intended exploring. Though he supposes he sabotaged himself by approaching you today.Â
âItâs nothing.â
But itâs a lie. It is something â the butterflies in your stomach or the warmth spreading across Wonwooâs chest. Whatever you want to regard it as, it is something.Â
And that something settles in the very depths of your mind and his mind alike.Â
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When Soonyoung announces that heâs bringing Wonwoo to come study with you and Minjeong in the library, your first instinct is to tell him youâre not coming.Â
Obviously, youâre embarrassed. And scared. And a million other things you canât even begin to describe with words. He saw you crying, after all. Jeon Wonwoo, top of the class, saw you crying over a bad grade. It really doesnât get much worse than that.Â
Still, you go. Mostly because you know staying at the dorm would spark questions from your nosy friends, but also because you donât want Wonwoo thinking youâre avoiding him. Or else heâs going to think you care â which, essentially, you do. But he doesnât have to know that.Â
âDo you think Wonwoo will laugh at me if I get the questions wrong?â Minjeong asks as you stand outside the door to the library, her hand on the handle.
âNo,â you say. âHeâs not like that.â
She opens the door, and you walk inside, met with the smell of books. Soonyoung and Wonwoo are sitting by the chess boards, talking, and you feel something turn in your stomach. Is it too late to leave now? Judging by Minjeongâs worried face, she isnât so keen on being here either. Maybe you could both just go home.
Yet when she bites her lip and asks, âAre you sure?â, you canât bring yourself to lie just so you wonât have to face him.
âYeah. You should ask him to teach you if you donât understand something, you know. Better to feel a little embarrassed than to fail an exam.â
âI guess youâre right.â
Just as she says this, Soonyoung catches your gaze and waves eagerly, urging you and Minjeong to come closer. He whispers something to Wonwoo, and he, too, turns to smile in your direction.
âGuess thereâs no backing out now,â Minjeong giggles and you nod your head. There really isnât.Â
The two of you make your way to the table where the boys are sitting and pick your chairs. Minjeongâs quick to sit next to Soonyoung, so youâre left with no other option but to plop down on the chair closest to Wonwoo. Normally, that wouldâve only mildly annoyed you, but now, three days after he saw you bawling your eyes out, you can feel your heartbeat speed up vastly.
âHey,â Wonwoo says and you almost jump. Youâre not sure why, but you hadnât expected him to speak to you first.Â
âHi,â you reply and try smiling at him. Thankfully, he smiles, too. âWhat are you guys studying?â
âChemistry,â he says, and upon seeing you wince, heâs quick to add, ââCause Soonyoungâs struggling with it. He asked me to teach him.â
You have to bite back a smile at his worried tone. âAh, I see.â
He fixes his glasses, and clears his throat.
âItâs a really tricky subject, though, so I understand why youâ uh, he, finds it troublesome.â
âRight,â you nod your head with a giggle, and you can almost feel Soonyoungâs stare burning into your side. Itâs fine, though, because now, Wonwoo looks the slightest bit more relaxed.Â
You pull out your notebooks and textbook along with a coffee youâd made earlier, and when Wonwoo says your notes look pretty, you canât help but grin. You kind of wish he werenât so nice to you, but it doesnât make you feel awkward, so you suppose you donât have much room to complain.Â
Itâs probably just reality catching up to you thatâs making you nervous â the fact that heâs not so argumentative outside of class, and that you definitely felt something pull at the very bottom of your heart that day you failed the exam. That, and how the feeling isnât giving any signs of leaving soon.
You let those thoughts wander as you start making notes, and soon enough, even Soonyoung goes quiet, occupied by his own stuff. It stays like that for a while, and at some point, Wonwooâs knee bumps into yours. Warmth spreads all across you and you look at him.Â
âSorry,â he whispers apologetically, retracting his leg, and the warmth subsides. In return you send him a smile in which you hope he canât glimpse your slight â and unsettling â disappointment.Â
âItâs okay.â
And then itâs silent again, your body painfully aware of the fact that if you lean your leg a bit to the right youâll touch Wonwoo. Itâs not like you want to touch him, at least you donât think you do, but the awareness is slightly nerve-wracking for some unknown reason. Everything about him is. Â
âWonwoo,â Minjeong says, breaking the silence, making both his and your heads shoot up to look at her. âY/N told me you could help me if I asked, so⌠I was wondering if you could explain biomolecules to me.â
âOf course.â
A quick smile flashes in your direction and then heâs leaning over the table to help Minjeong. His fingers follow the illustrations in her textbook and he starts talking â something about structure, you think. You listen intently, and it makes sense even though youâve barely started the chapter, but you canât bring yourself to take notes of what heâs saying. Canât bring yourself to take your eyes off of him.
You wonder silently if he always was this handsome. You try to think of the times you spoke to him in class before, but itâs hard to recall his face in any other form than what your eyes meet now â focused gaze, lips moving to the rhythm of his voice. His glasses are slowly sliding down his nose, and you feel an immeasurable urge to push them up, but he beats you to it.Â
âBasically, theyâre essential for cell division to happen,â he says, and you lean forward to look at the picture heâs pointing to.
Your shoulder bumps into his and he turns to the side. You notice, but donât react in fear that youâll just end up giggling like a schoolgirl. Instead, you pretend to read some of the text in the book.Â
Wonwoo picks up where he left off, voice a little hoarser than before, but you donât move. Neither does he.
âCan you say that again?â you ask after he says something you donât understand.Â
He repeats with his head turned in your direction, and your eyes drift down to his lips. You donât want them to, it just happens, your stomach tying into a tight knot. Youâre almost entirely sure nobody is supposed to look this hot while talking about biomolecules. Or was it morphogenesis? You honestly donât know.Â
You donât know why you feel like this with him of all people. Truly, there could be a lot of factors playing into it. The fact that heâs a smooth talker; the fact that heâs both intelligent and knowledgeable; the fact that youâve grown to know him â what makes his blood boil and what makes him chuckle; the fact that heâs a constant in a sea of variables.Â
Maybe that last point especially. That even when everything else goes to hell, the moment you step into social anthropology class, heâs always there. Always willing to entertain you with, albeit sometimes pointless, banter.Â
You donât even know what this is, though. Feeling your head spin when you look at him, having mini heart attacks when he says your name â are these the signs of you going insane? It could very well be that, you think. Insanity feels like the right word to explain your state right now.Â
âY/N,â he says, breaking you out of your thoughts. âYou listening?â
Your eyes drift back to his own, and you swear you see a glimpse of amusement playing in his gaze when you mumble a quiet âYeah.â
Suddenly very aware of Soonyoung and Minjeongâs presence, as well as Wonwooâs burning stare, you stand up, dusting off your clothes.
âI just need some fresh air,â you offer as an explanation.Â
âMind if I join?â
You look at Wonwoo in disbelief as he asks the question. What the fuck? You donât mind â at least in the sense that implies you donât like his company â but itâs the same issue again; he makes you nervous. Goodbye to going for a relaxing walk, you suppose. And goodbye to whatever left there is of your sanity.Â
After what seems like hours of overthinking, you decide to get your shit together and send him a smile paired with a nod. Minjeong raises a brow in your direction, but doesnât inquire further and internally you thank her for that. Youâre not sure what you wouldâve told her if she asked.Â
You and Wonwoo leave the library together, shoulders close together just like when you were sitting, and you swallow the lump in your throat.Â
âEverything okay?â he asks as you leave the building. âYou seem a little dazed.â
The air is still cold, though winter is nearing its end and spring is slipping through the cracks. You pull your jacket closer to your body in hopes of both warming yourself up and slowing down your heartbeat, but it only fulfills one of those wishes, leaving you to deal with the latter yourself.Â
âIâm alright,â you respond with a soft smile. âThank you for helping Minjeong, by the way. Youâre a great teacher.â
Wonwooâs smile lines shyly make an appearance. âThanks. Iâve been thinking about becoming a real one, actually.â
You stop walking and turn your head in disbelief. Somehow, you didnât expect that answer. Wonwoo was always a diligent student, but now that you come to think of it, he never really talked about his plans for the future, or what he wanted to do with his degree in chemical engineering.Â
âSeriously?âÂ
âYeah,â his cheeks redden ever so slightly. âTeaching chemistry honestly doesnât sound that bad.â
You take a moment to think it through â him, in a suit and those glasses that fall down his nose, teaching kids about biomolecules. The idea is foreign, and yet, it fits just right.Â
You nudge him with your shoulder. âProfessor Jeon, huh? It would suit you.â
He lets out a snort of laughter that sounds nothing like the small chuckles youâd hear from him during class. But it sounds nice, this loud laughter and you bathe in it for as long as it lasts. Youâre starting to enjoy this whole âbeing kind to each otherâ thing. Suits you better than yelling about something stupid in class. It suits him better, too.Â
Content with everything, you begin walking again and he follows suit. The grass is a little wet from yesterdayâs rain and outgrown as it is, it tickles your ankles. It mightâve been mildly annoying if you werenât so stupidly happy for whatever reason. Â
Whatever reason being Wonwoo, of course. You might be bad at chemistry, but you like to think youâre not dumb â at least not in an oblivious way. Itâs become quite obvious, you think, that you like him.Â
The thought partly makes you want to kick your feet in the air and partly, it makes you want to rip your hair out. You like Wonwoo. Itâs something so unexpected it makes you feel very bare as you stand there on the grass outside of your university, with your cold hands buried in the pockets of your jacket and Wonwooâs eyes glimmering in the faint sunlight.Â
You like him. God, it feels weird to admit.Â
âAbout that dayâŚâ Wonwooâs voice brings you back to reality, and you take a second to register what heâs saying.
âI freaked you out, didnât I?â you ask.Â
âNo, no, itâs not that,â he looks away and sighs softly, only to look directly at you the next second. âI just wanted to make sure you remember that one mistake doesnât make you a failure. I shouldâve said it earlier, but that day I was a bit⌠taken aback, I suppose. Not by the crying, obviously, but by the whole situation. And you.âÂ
âMe,â you repeat, tasting the word on your tongue. Your heart starts beating a little faster, despite your best efforts at staying calm. Heâs just talking after all; itâs not like this is some sort of love confession.
âNot in a bad way. Just in a new way,â heâs quick to assure you and you feel your heart swell in your chest.Â
âNew. You make it sound so pretty.â
You laugh a bit, looking down on your hands. It. Does he even know what you mean? Does he know youâre talking about the fact that youâre slowly but surely starting to fall in love with him? Or is he just talking about seeing you vulnerable the other day?Â
âWhat would you call it?â he asks and you canât stop your gaze from drifting back to him.
âI donât know, confusing? And kind of insane.â
You swear his eyes drop to your lips for a mere second at that. He doesnât say anything, just walks by you in silence, and it drives you crazy. You wish heâd say something â anything â just so youâd know if youâre even on the same page, but you donât rush him.Â
Finally, he smiles at you.Â
âIf insanity is losing control, then yes, I suppose Iâm going insane. But it doesnât feel all that insane to me.â
His eyes crinkle, soft streaks of sun painted across his face and you almost sigh. In delight, relief, or maybe fear, youâre not sure, but itâs those words, you think, that will linger. Those are the types of words to never abandon your mind, youâre sure of it.Â
âDid you rehearse this in front of the mirror or something?â you scoff at him, heart heavy in your chest.Â
He only laughs, and the sound stays in the air for a long time after youâve left.Â
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To say you were shocked to see Jeon Wonwoo sitting outside of his dorm with his head in his hands would be a major understatement.Â
You had grown closer to him in the past weeks â walking shoulder to shoulder around campus; him helping you with your homework â it all wouldâve seemed unlikely had someone proposed the idea to you a month prior, but now, you had grown to truly enjoy his company. And he enjoyed yours, too.Â
In some ways, it stayed normal.Â
Comments and half-mean, half-endearing remarks remained untouched; what didnât was your heart. It seems to be working against you at all times, beating too quickly when Wonwoo unexpectedly smiled in your direction, and dropping down to your stomach in fear whenever you saw him tippling over in emotion, only for the feeling to fade to the sound of his laugh.
This time, though, it doesnât fade, only intensifies as you hear him curse under his breath.Â
âWonwoo?â you try, and his shoulders tense ever so slightly.Â
You watch as he sighs, rubbing his eyes, then sits up straight, back against the wall. He doesnât respond, even as his eyes, frail as ever, look into yours. Theyâre a bit darker than usual, and his lashes flutter as he blinks up at you.Â
Thereâs no one in the hallway, as if this part of the school emptied just to grant you a moment of privacy; a deciding moment, something in your stomach tells you.Â
âWhatâs happened?â you ask softly, quietly, unsure of what else to do with this obviously unhappy Jeon Wonwoo thatâs sitting on the ground in front of you.Â
âItâs nothing,â he mumbles in response, leaning on his arms to stand up. âJust some school stuff.â
The corners of his mouth lift in a small smile, but you call his bullshit. You donât necessarily doubt the genuinity of his smile, but the way he said it makes you think there is something that happened.Â
Taking a step in his direction, you nudge him with your elbow.Â
âWhat, the golden boy failed a test for the first time in his life?â
His eyes change at that â soft crinkles appearing at the very edges of them. His shoulders relax, too, and though itâs barely visible, you see it clearly. The air feels a lot lighter when he tongues his cheek and nudges you back.Â
âYou sure run your mouth a lot, Y/N,â he grins and you feel butterflies flapping around in the very pits of your stomach. Then the smile fades to be replaced with a faux scolding look as he says, âI suggest you stop.âÂ
You move to stand right in front of him, arms crossed over your chest. Heâs taller, and you have to tilt your chin to look him right in the eyes as you giggle with a hint of playfulness in your gaze.Â
âOr what?â
He sees the smile playing on your face, the giddiness in your tone, and his heart bangs loudly against his chest. You look gorgeous today â well, thatâs nothing new but it never ceases to amaze him how you can look prettier for each day that goes by.
Is this it? Is this when heâs supposed to make a move, like Soonyoung told him to? What does even âmake a moveâ mean, exactly?Â
He supposes it varies â just like the value of variables in the equations he solves so often.Â
Then how come he canât solve this one?
Youâre still standing there, looking at him without a care in the world, and he thinks that heâd never forgive himself if he screwed this up. At the same time, it doesnât seem like youâre ready to run away from him, and so perhaps making a move doesnât sound so stupid right now.Â
âOr,â he starts, and lets his eyes glide down to your lips for a moment to test the waters. You donât scream in fear, and he takes it as a good sign. âIâm gonna have to make you.â
You giggle. âYeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that, big boy?âÂ
He feels his stomach turning upside down, squeezed by some invisible force and he has to remind himself to breathe. Is he really going through with this? Donât start something you canât end, Soonyoung would probably tell him. For once listening to his advice seems reasonable.Â
âLike this.â
And before he can even think of backing out, he brings the palms of his hands to cup your face and leans down, placing his lips against yours.Â
Taken aback, you let out a startled noise, eyes growing wide. He hesitates upon seeing your reaction, about to pull away when you finally kiss him back, tongue swiping over his lower lip ever so slightly.Â
A groan. Then, heâs bringing his hand to the back of your head and pulling you towards him, kissing you until your head starts to spin, and kissing you through that, too.Â
Your arms hold onto his shoulders for support, cheek leaning into his touch. Your noses touch clumsily; teeth clash when you open your mouth to let him explore it. Still, it feels like heaven and you canât bring yourself to pull away for a breath.Â
Wonwoo, though, the more sensible one of you two, pulls back after a while, a smile on his lips and breath ragged. Â
You look at him â waiting for him to pick up where he left off, but he doesnât move.
âThatâs it?â you ask, and for a brief moment, all color drains from Wonwooâs face. Did you not like it? Did he do something wrong?
âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâre just going to leave me hanging like that?â
Your lip pulled between your teeth, you look at home expectantly, heart still hammering against your ribs. Truly, itâs not just about wanting more â though that plays a part in it, too â itâs also about whether this was a one-time-thing.
âWas it not enough for you?â he asks, tilting his head to the side after heâs calmed his racing heart.Â
âConsidering Iâve been waiting for this, like, a month,â you say. ânot really, no.â
He smiles down on you â that same smile that makes you weak in the knees, and you know thereâs no turning back now. Not that there ever was.Â
âI think youâre a bit greedy,â he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and you shiver in anticipation. âIâve been waiting for half a year, and yet, I still have some self control left.â
âI never had any in the first place.â
And with that, you pull him close for another kiss.Â
He doesnât protest, opening his mouth and sucking on your tongue. His hands move down to your waist this time, pulling your body flush against his. Youâve never experienced being in such close proximity with him, and yet, you donât feel all that nervous. It all slips away with his soft touches.Â
Your hands in his hair â it feels foreign, but he likes that feeling, gets drunk on it. But itâs some kind of reversed intoxication; he doesnât feel faint; if anything, heâs feeling more sober than ever before as he bathes in your taste, your scent, you. This must be what love feels like, he thinks. This must be it, or else heâs certain heâll never know love. If this isnât it, he doesnât want to know love.Â
He hopes youâre at least feeling a fraction of what heâs feeling as he pushes you gently against the wall, hands roaming your body. You do the same, holding onto him like heâs your lifeline, tugging at the strands of hair available to you.Â
So caught up in this feeling of bliss, you donât even notice how youâre not alone with Wonwoo anymore until you hear laughter from a group of bypassing students.Â
âGet a room,â someone says and you pull away from Wonwoo immediately, face hot with embarrassment.
He doesnât appear shaken, though â rather, you glimpse the shadow of a smile playing on his lips as he urges the students to leave. Just as youâre about to ask what heâs smiling about, his fingers close around your wrist and he pulls you along the hallway. Heâs all rushed steps until you reach the nearest classroom that turns out to be empty, and he walks inside, dragging you with him.Â
Upon closing the door behind him, Wonwoo drags you into his chest. You look up at him, his inquiring gaze that asks for permission, and smile.
âAre you sure?â he asks and your grin turns teasing.Â
âSure about what, Woo?âÂ
He tongues his cheek, unsure of what to say. Youâre just plain teasing him â that much is obvious â so he supposes he can give the same energy back.Â
âSure that you want me to fuck you.â
Youâre taken aback, though perhaps you shouldnât be, considering how you set yourself up for this with your question. Still, your breath catches in your throat and your hand holds onto one of the nearby desks for stability as you face him. Wonwoo looks different now, to some extent; maybe itâs the lighting that gives his eyes a different glow, or maybe itâs how the air has suddenly become swollen with tension.Â
Whatever the cause, it excites you to no end, the way heâs looking at you when you take his hand in yours. Like youâre the only thing that matters.Â
âYeah,â you say finally. âYeah, Iâm sure.â
At that, he pulls you impossibly closer. He takes off his glasses in a manner that you in a drunken state wouldâve most likely called seductive, and throws them away somewhere you canât see, too busy kissing him back when his lips crash into yours for the nth time today. He kisses you so hard it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and all thoughts out of your brain.Â
Mouth open, you let his tongue explore it and simultaneously, you allow him to walk you further into the classroom, until the back of your thighs hit one of the desks. Standing between your legs, he pushes your shirt up so his fingers can graze the bare skin underneath, and you sigh in content.Â
Before you know it, heâs pulling away to peel off your shirt and bra, leaving you bare in front of him.
âYouâre beautiful, you know,â he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours again.
You smile into the kiss, goosebumps spreading over your skin with the touches of his fingers that glide further up your thigh, until they slip under your skirt. Knuckles running over your soaked panties, he bites your lip and you let out a delighted moan.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he comments as he slips a finger under your panties, running it through your folds. You can already feel another flood of arousal approaching just because of his words. âWonât even need to prep you, huh?â
You desperately shake your head no, and he chuckles.
He lays his palm flat against your clit and you squirm until he retracts it. Playfulness in his gaze, he smears your arousal all over your cunt, ignoring your whines. This takes him at least half a minute before he finally â upon hearing you whimper his name in a way that makes his pants a whole lot tighter all of a sudden â gives in and slides one of his fingers into your pussy.Â
You throw your head back with a whimper, holding onto his shoulder as he starts pumping it in and out of you, noises caused by the movement filling the air.Â
âOh my god,â you breathe as he adds another one, your cunt tightening around his digits endlessly.Â
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder which is an immense contrast to how he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting that one spot that makes your toes curl. He plunges his digits in and out of your hole as his thumb circles your clit, until youâre moaning loudly â despite how little time has really passed.Â
Itâs in utter shock that you watch him retract his hand completely, sucking the arousal from his fingers with a smile.Â
âWhaââ is all you manage to say before he flips you over, bending you over the desk.Â
Youâre painfully aware of how bare you are in front of him â your naked cunt on display, because your skirt doesnât do much to cover anything at all, and your tits pressed against the wood of the desk. Plus the fact that the locked door wonât do much good if someone is to have class in this room next period. Which would be in about thirty minutes.Â
Not that you care. Or, essentially, you do care, but now it doesnât really matter â besides, youâre certain that Wonwoo wouldâve managed to come up with some sort of excuse had you been forced to open the door for some frustrated professor.Â
Amidst your thoughts, you almost fail to hear the sound of Wonwoo unclasping his belt. Almost. But when you do hear it, something turns pleasantly in your stomach.Â
âYou gonna be good for me and stay quiet?â Wonwoo asks and you feel his hands move to hold your hips, cock positioned at your entrance.Â
You mumble something in affirmation, something youâre not even sure you can hear yourself, and spread your legs to urge him on. You feel his cock prod at your soaked cunt, run through your folds languidly; again and again, until youâre whining his name in protest.Â
He only chuckles at your behavior, and asks, albeit teasingly, âWhat did you say?â
Gathering your thoughts, you try your best to ignore the way heâs dragging his dick over your pussy, occasionally rubbing over your clit.Â
âYes, Iâll be good for you, Wonwoo.â
Pleased with this response, he finally enters you â cock stretching you open and making you cry out, holding onto the desk for support. Heâs big, you realize, tears prodding at your eyes as he bottoms out.Â
âYeah? Gonna be my good girl?âÂ
You nod and nod, fingers turning white from how youâre gripping the wooden desk once he starts moving â in languid strokes, he manages to turn your moans louder and louder.Â
His hands hold onto your hips, pushing them against him so youâre further impaled on his cock with each thrust, and you swear you feel him all the way in your stomach. Itâs a good feeling, one you can barely register fully with the way your mindâs gone hazy.Â
You hardly notice it when one of his hands lets go of your hips and comes up to your lips, fingers tapping at your chin as a signal to open your mouth. When you do, he slips two digits inside and you suck on them obediently, tightening around his cock.Â
Wonwoo smiles.
âThought I told you to be quiet, baby.â
In all honesty, he loves the nosies youâre making, but he canât risk someone starting to bang on the door before heâs got you falling apart completely. Besides, the sight of you sucking on his fingers is just as pleasing; just as effective in making his cock twitch in your cunt.Â
Your walls suck him in perfectly, the sound of him gliding in and out of your pussy loud in the empty classroom. His thrusts grow gradually harder; the desk starts moving in rhythm with them, and you canât help letting out moans and whimpers that his digits in your mouth do a poor job of concealing.Â
He realizes this, and decides on removing his fingers so they can grab at your hair instead, pulling your back closer to his chest. Your tits bounce with his movements, and he plays with them briefly, groaning as your pussy clamps down on him especially hard at that, but then his hand moves between your legs to tend to your clit.Â
He rubs it in circles, granting you an occasional pinch or slap that makes you cry out, and you feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter.Â
âFeels so good, Wonwoo,â you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks as his fingers abuse your swollen clit.Â
âI know, baby.â
Barely coherent, you beg him not to stop, and he wonders whatever even prompted you to think that he might want to stop. He only fucks into you harder, hand on your hips to steady the thrusts that bring you closer and closer to coming.Â
âWonwoo,â you say. âSo close.â
âYeah? Gonna come for me, baby? Gonna come all over my cock like a slut?â
You nod, though he probably doesn't see, and he pulls you even closer, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sight in front of him. And to think he couldâve had this earlier had he taken the chance. You in the shortest skirt heâs ever seen, moaning his name like you donât care if anyone hears â he honestly thinks he might be in heaven.Â
âGood girl,â he groans, and thatâs what sends you over the edge, your pussy clamping down on his cock as you reach your orgasm. âGood fucking girl.â
He comes less than five seconds later, buried deep inside of you as his cum coats your walls. You whimper at the overstimulation of his last thrusts, collapsing on top of the desk when he pulls out.Â
Heâs careful not to hurt you, but you still wince slightly, which prompts him to ask you if youâre okay.
âNever better,â you reply, and as soon as you say it, you realize itâs true.Â
Wonwoo smiles. He helps you clean up â repeatedly apologizing that heâs wiping you clean with the paper by the classroom sink, even though you tell him itâs fine â and puts his glasses on again. It kind of makes you wish heâd never taken them off, but thereâs no way youâre telling him that. Your opinion about his beauty is something youâll keep to yourself for now.Â
You get ready to leave just as someone knocks on the door, and Wonwoo opens it for a very flustered professor that tells you heâs sorry for interrupting. Wonwoo tries telling him itâs not like that â though it definitely is like that, and the blush coating his cheeks does nothing to hide it â and finally, youâre in the hallway, free.Â
âPoor guy,â you comment, a smile playing on your lips.
Wonwoo sighs. âTell me about it. And here I was, thinking weâd gotten lucky.â
âI think we did get lucky, though.â
You say this without thinking it through, but from the way Wonwooâs eyes light up, youâre glad you didnât.Â
Suddenly, the doors to all classrooms in the hallway open and out come tired students, marking the start of the next period. Which youâre supposed to spend in biology.
You sigh, and Wonwoo seems to get it, because he tells you to leave for class.Â
âBy the way, Y/N,â Wonwoo says just as youâre about to leave. Something in his gaze tells you this isnât just a âby the wayâ thing. âIn case it wasnât obvious, Iâm really in love with you. And Iâd like you to be my girlfriend.â
âWell, youâre in luck, mister,â you kiss his jaw with a grin. âBecause it so happens that Iâm in love with you, too. And Iâd love to be your girlfriend.â
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