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cake [c.s] [final part]

concept: Choi San x gender neutral reader (ft. Park Seonghwa) warnings ⚠: smut, angst, choking, shitty behaviour

[Part 1]

A/N: aaaa it’s finally done!! I really like the endinggg I hope you enjoy part 2!! I’m sorry if I ever mention a gender on the reader, sometimes I get distracted but please let me know!! All criticism is appreciated :D

You thanked all of the gods in existance for the fact that the academic year would be over in a couple of days. You decided that missing them wouldn't be of much importance, since you couldn't bear the embsfassment. You didn't want to face San, and you weren't sure you could face anyone at all. You felt like everyone knew about what had happened, and like everyone was silently judging you for falling right onto his trap. You needed time away from everyone in that place, as everyone reminded you of him.

You spent days crying onto your pillow, because the unbearable heartbreak and weird sense of betrayal you couldn't help but to feel.

It had been about two weeks into summer vacation when you decided to pick yourself up from bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror: bloated face, massive eye bags, hair severely overgrown and your body looked unhealthy. Your heart broke at the sight, and you cursed yourself for getting to this point because of a man.

You decided that, from that point on, you'd get better. You'd treat yourself, and become someone new. But it's easier said than done of course... You sort of did that. At least you were happier...

When you finally emerged from the comfort of your bed you fixed yourself the best you could and made way towards the nearest non-suspicious looking bar. It was a nice medium-sized bar, that looked like it was straight from a gossip girl set. It was only 5pm, but as soon as you closed the door behind you, it felt like it was 1am. The music wasn't loud nor quiet, the decoration wasn't exaggerated, and the purple and pink neon lights lit up the bar nicely.

Despite not having any windows, the smell of smoke wasn't unbearable like most bars, it was almost as if it was just setting the ambient.

You sat at the bar and order a 'whatever you recommend here'. You actually had about 4 of those. You felt surprisingly well, that is, until you stood up to go to the bathroom. Your legs were wobbly and suddenly the room was spinning. Somehow you made it to the bathroom and came back, to find that your seat was taken. Yes, there were about 5 other seats, but slightly drunk you had decided that that was your seat. How dare guy-who-looked-handsome-from-the-back tke it from you?

You tapped his shoulder, a little too harshly but you couldn't control it really. The male turned around and you gasped loudly. He raised an eyebrow at your extreme reaction, but again, your emotions, actions and reactions were highly enhanced with the help of alcohol.

You recognized those deep dark eyes and eye-catching lips anywhere.

Seonghwa. He was one of San's 'og' friends. You saw him in San's ig pictures from years ago, and you'd never seen one without the other walking around the halls.

'Y/N?'

You could feel your face get hotter, out of anger. You turned around and wobbled towards the door, but Seonghwa was faster. He grabbed your wrist.

'Y/N, are you drunk? It's 7pm what are you doing here?'

You turned to face him and placed your index finger on his chest, pushing him back.

'None of your business. Don't talk to me.'

Seonghwa was smart, it didn't take him long to understand your behaviour. His grip on your wrist was steady and he didn't let you go.

'You know I'm not him, right? I didn't do it, and I would never do something like that.' He told you.

Tears immediately brimmed in your eyes and your furrowed your eyebrows angrily.

'So you know about it.'

Seonghwa sighed and nodded.

'He tells me about every single one...'

You fought his grip and ran outside, the best you could. Seonghwa followed you, not wanting to leave you alone, drunk and wobbling in the streets that had already gotten dark.

'Y/N please, I'm sorry he did that to you. I had no idea.' He tried to excuse himself.

'But you're still friends with him!' You yelled, earning a couple of looks from people passing by.

'I can't just drop him Y/N! I've been his friend since we were kids. I hate that he does this, and I hate that I'm associated with it even more. You don't see it, but I see the dirty looks I get from every girl he fucked and trashed away because they think I'm just like him.'

'Oh boo hoo poor you!' You mocked.

He placed his hands on his hips and sighed.

'Do you live nearby?' He asked.

'Why? So you can fuck me and dump me too?' You mocked.

'Because I'm driving you home before some idiot on the street picks you up and convinces you to fuck him.'

You felt a little shy for assuming anything about him when he meant to do something good. You just nodded and told him your address as you walked to his car. The drive was silent, the only sound being his finger tapping on the wheel.

Once he pulled up in your driveway, he turned off the engine and sighed.

'Y/N I'm genuinely worried for you. I'm not San, okay? He texted me after you left his house, and told me what happened. The days after he does that we usually get some nasty comments from whoever he fucks. I looked for you, I expected to see you breaking a couple pencils imagining it was his dick or shooting him death glares, but you didn't come to class. Neither did you the next day. And it's two weeks into summer vacation and I find you, completely different, getting drunk in a bar at 5pm. I don't want you to waste one of the best years in your life because of my friend. I don't know how he gets away with that façade, I guess no one believes that he's actually kind of an ass...'

You listened to him carefully. He sounded genuinely concerned, and you were touched by his words for a second.

'The deed is done.' You told him, coldly.

He sighed, a little sad at your disbelief in him.

'Let me give you my number. Text me if it gets to your head again, please.'

The next day, when you woke up, you felt a little embarrassed at the way you spoke to him. A couple days went by but you never texted him, your pride wouldn't let you. But you couldn't stop thinking about him. How sweet he had been to you even though he didn't know you at all. How genuine he seemed...

Still, you didn't text him. You got in some nice clothes, fixed the hair you still hadn't bother to get an appointment for, and went to the same bar you had seen him the other day. Except at a decent hour this time.

As soon as you walked in you spotted him. He was very hard to miss, as he always seemed to be the best mannered and best composed person in the room.

'Drink alone often?' He turned around, a little surprised to hear your voice again. Seonghwa smirked.

'Didn't think I'd see you again so soon.' He told you, setting down his drink.

You said nothing. Your ego stopped you from doing so, you'd never admit you felt bad for being so cold to him.

There wasn't much of a conversation between the two of you, only some small talk accompanied by one too many drinks.

You only realized how late it was when the music became louder and the dance floor started becoming full of drunk men and women. The bar around you was spinning a little, but not enough that you couldn’t grab Seonghwa’s hand and pull him to dance with you.

‘Who knew you could act normal for once instead of stone cold?’

You slapped his chest as you drunk-danced to a random trap song.

‘I’m not stone cold, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t like your dear friend.’ You explained, looking at him as if you meant an offense.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and pulled close so you could see well his eyes under the flashing lights. He was dead serious.

‘Y/N, please stop. I’m not like him. I told this over and over, I hate what he does, so please stop comparing me to San.’

You looked at him for a second, not knowing what to do, or say. Up until this point you were the harsh one, but now his calm, soft side had turned into a serious person that you had never seen before.

As you thought about what he said, you gulped, rummaging through your brain, trying to find an adequate response.

‘Then help me take him down.’

Seonghwa tilted his head and frowned, not quite understanding what you meant.

‘If you hate it so much, help me do something about it. No one deserves to be treated that way and I want to make sure no other girl gets fooled by him.’

The male was a little mervous about it. A frienship with San was something he had known his whole life. Hell, he had a key to San’s house, he was on a first name basis with San’s parents... The male gulped and sighed.

He grabbed your wrist and took you outside, so you could speak properly without the banging sound of the music interrupting you.

‘Y/N you know I can’t do that, he’s my-’

‘Your friend? Is he though? Is he the person you became friends with? If a narcissistic asshole who lures in girls with a fake persona just to fuck them and trash them the second after came up to you and asked you to be ‘best friends’ would you happily take it?’ You interrupted him.

Seonghwa’s head was confused. It was torn between the comfort of a life-long friendship and what was morally correct. His head was trying to separate all the events, all the good memories and fun times, from the things that he didn’t like. And after a short minute, he came to a conclusion: you were right. All of the rainbows and flowers were buried in the past, all of the laughs and giggles he could remember was from little San, that went to church every Sunday and refused to kill any backyard bug because ‘bugs are friends’. Not new San. Not bubblegum-haired San that got Seonghwa in trouble over and over, not San that had Seonghwa pick him up from random girls’ houses at 2am because ‘he didn’t want to be in the same room as them after he fucked them’. Current San wasn’t Seonghwa’s friend.

‘Fine, I’ll help you. But how?’ He finally replied, earning a wide grin from you.

You didn’t exactly know how tho... You only knew that you wanted- no, you needed revenge. You thought for a while, before something came to mind.

‘Like this!’

You grabbed Seonghwa’s face and kissed his lips, for a brief second. When you pulled away his face was red and his eyeballs looked like they were going to pop out of the socket at any second.

‘By kissing me!? I’m not complaining Y/N but, what?’

‘No dumb dumb, pretend we’re dating. It’ll make him uncomfortable. At least enough until he throws a fit and I get a confession out of him. Plus, if I’m close to his best friend it adds credibility when I say that he’s an ass, and people won’t just take me for ‘another crazy bitch who was rejected by San’.’

Seonghwa just shrugged.

‘Fine by me, I don’t care.’

After saying that, Seonghwa grabbed your waist and pulled you close, close enough so he could close the gap between your lips, just for a second longer than you had before.

‘What was that for?’ You asked, a little shocked, once you two pulled away.

‘Would you believe my excuse if I told you it’s to make it seem more realistic and not because you look very fuckable right now?’ Whether it was the alcohol or a hidden desire speaking, he meant it.

You just laughed him off, thinking it was a joke. Quickly you understood it wasn’t, by taking a look at the way his eyes became even darker and the way he bit his lower lip.

You didn’t hesitate when Seonghwa gently grabbed your hair and intertwined your fingers with his, as he dragged you along to his flat.

As soon as you stepped inside, the male shut the door and pressed you against it, taking a second to appreciate the way you looked under the dim lights. Seonghwa crashed his lips against yours and began undressing you in his living room, too needy to even let you get to his bedroom.

Unlike San, Seonghwa was gentle with his touch. It was a nice mix of romantic and passionate. He removed your clothes as his lips moved down your neck, leving very light bites so it wouldn’t be shamelessly marked on your neck. As soon as he got to your chest, however, you could tell the purple spots would be lasting for weeks.

You undressed him just as quickly as he undressed you, and it was truly mesmerizing what clothes could hide. Seonghwa’s body was just perfectly: fit, but not in excess. Broad shoulders, thick thighs and toned torso, that you kept on admiring as he picked you up and laid you on the couch slowly.

Seonghwa’s tip grazed over your entrance and you moaned into the kiss.

‘O-oh wait!’ He said, and stood up, leaving you confused as he stepped away.

He soon came back with a little bottle of lube, causing you both to flush.

‘I didn’t... want it to hurt?’

You smiled a little, and watched as the light from the moon shined and reflected on his slightly sweaty body.

Seonghwa aligned his tip by your entrance once more, and hovered over you, allowing you to encircle his neck with your arms.

He filled you up, slowly. You bit down on his shoulder causing him to groan. He started slow, but you could see he wanted to do more.

‘D-do it.’

‘What?’ He asked.

‘Don’t hold back, please.’

Seonghwa stopped for a second and looked at you.

‘I don’t want to hurt you...’

‘You won’t.’

The male licked his lips and kissed your temple.

‘Fine by me.’

Seonghwa grabbed waist, snapping his hips rapidly against yours, causing you to grip onto the couch for dear life. He reached for your neck, encircling it with his hand in a way that you didn’t even know you liked.

There were so many groans and moans and noises echoing around the room, and you couldn’t even hear them. You were too focused on the way he fucked you.

‘You like that? Like when I fuck your pretty little head dumb?’

‘S-shit! Yes!’

Soon enough you came, but he kept thrusting into you. The overstimulation was painful, yet pleasurable.

‘Can y-you take it babydoll?’

‘Fuck- yes! Seonghwa!’

You came once more, with a yell for his name, and almost immediately he pulled out and came all over your torso.

He looked down at the mess he made.

‘Oh... Sorry about that. You look good though.’

You collected some of the cum on your finger, put it in your mouth, and winked at him.

‘Fuck... You’re golden.’

Weeks went by and the changes were slow. You wanted it to look natural. It started with a couple of selfies the two of you posted when you met from time to time, then the dates became more frequent, and more public, and then you became his lockscreen photo. Soon enough, academic year began once more, and you agreed to walk into the building holding hands, as if you truly were in love. It shocked everybody, even San. They all had seen you two, but people just assumed that it was a summer fling, not a serious thing.

San wouldn’t deny that it bothered him, because it did. Very much actually. It made him uncomfortable that he treated you like that, because to him you were nothing, and now you were hanging out with his best friend all the time, which meant you were hanging out with him. And you didn’t even look bothered, at all.

The day came when you and Seonghwa first kissed in front of everybody, it was about a week into it, and that’s when San lost it. You were sitting with Seonghwa, San and a couple other guys that often hung out with them in the cafeteria. San was desperately trying not to look at the two of you. How did this even happen? Seonghwa did tell him he was seeing somebody but... You? He usually never looked at any other person he fucked again and now not only did he have to look at you, but he also had to hang out with you.

You were sitting so close to your ‘boyfriend’ that you were nearly on his lap. Your head was resting on his shoulder as he caressed your thigh. Seonghwa said something funny, and as both of you laughed you looked at each other. Your lips were awfully close, and as you stared into each other’s eyes you couldn’t help but share a brief, innocent kiss. A kiss that triggered San.

‘Okay what the fuck is going on!?’ The irritated male finally asked, through gritted teeth, while looking at the two of you.

‘What do you mean?’ You asked, feigning ignorance.

Seonghwa squeezed your thigh, as a warning to take it easy.

‘You know exactly what I mean.’

‘No, I don’t. I met Seonghwa, we started talking, enjoying our time together and eventually... we fell for each other.’ You told him, looking at Seonghwa lovingly to sell the lie.

‘Is this a part of some fucking plan to make me jealous?’

‘You? Why would this be about you?’

‘You know why.’

‘I really don’t.’

San gripped his cutlery hard. The way you were pretending nothing had happened was pissing him off beyond belief.

‘Stop pretending you don’t remember.’

‘Did... Something happen between the two of you? Did you date or something?’ Yeosang, who had become a little awkward by the conversation asked.

A couple curious students that were eating in tables nearby were overeharing the conversation, and quickly stopped what they were doing to focus on the gossip.

‘No, we didn’t date.’ San told Yeosang.

‘We didn’t, but I think I seem to remember something... Oh! Right! It was the way you pretended to be interested in me, then fucked me, and kicked me out of your house to never speak to me again.’

Yeosang and Yunho looked at San, with disgust painted all over their faces.

‘Dude, you still do that!?’ Yunho asked.

‘He never stopped.’

Everyone was shocked, as Seonghwa said that. He didn’t look up from his sad chocolate pudding.

‘What the fuck Seonghwa!? Is that what you do now!? Screw my leftovers and then stab me in the back!?’ San exclaimed.

Seonghwa slammed his fist on the table and looked up at San to meet his eyes. It was an expression that the latter had never seen on his cute, kind, puppy-like best-friend, and he wasn’t so sure he ever wanted to see it.

‘I’ve had enough! I’ve had fucking enough of you and your shitty behaviour, I’ve had enough of you using our friendship as an excuse to make me run around like a dog doing whatever you need, and I’m tired of getting angry looks from all the girls you fucked and then trashed away in this school. All while putting up this angel boy façade! You wanna fuck random girls and leave them on the side of the road the next day!? Get a hooker. You’re disgusting for toying with people like that. I’ve had it!’

Murmurs and whispers could be heard in the cafeteria, after Seonghwa’s explosion. There was silence in the table, however.

Suddenly, San’s famously adored pink hair was stained by brown goo.

‘This is for screwing me and telling me to ‘skidaddle’ right after you came.’ A sobbing girl said, as she dumped another pudding on his head. ‘And this one is for running off and fucking my sister the next day.’

San looked around. There was an occasional ‘you go king’ face from some pathetic little man who seemed to love his behaviour, but those ones were hidden behind the dozens angry and disgusted faces of every single peer of his.

He panicked. A guy stood up and as he started to step towards San, the latter just ran away. He dashed out of the cafeteria to never be seen again, at least in that building.

You turned to Seonghwa and hugged him.

‘Thank you.’

He smiled at you, as he pet your head.

‘It’s alright honey, it needed to be done.’

Seonghwa leaned in to kiss you, a sweet victory kiss, but you backed away.

‘Woah, we did it, we don’t need to fake it anymore!’ You told him with a smile. Silly him, he had forgotten!

‘Oh... Yes sorry, it’s the habit. Excuse me I... I need to go to the bathroom.’

He stood up and walked away, and you were left to talk to his friends. But you missed the way tears pooled in his eyes. You missed the way his face grew red and the unstability in his voice. You missed the red, puffy eyes and the bruised knuckles he tried to hide once he came back from the bathroom.

Seonghwa cursed himself for forgetting that it was all fake.

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