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the good friend

f!reader x san x mingi ft ateez smut | mdni 3.4k san has known about mingi’s crush on his girlfriend for a while now. he also happens to be a very good and caring friend who values their friendship very much. and san would do just about anything to help a friend nsfw tags under the cut

a lil plot, idol!au, established relationship, bf san, mingi is the simp master, also rengoku hair mingi because i miss him, alcohol consumption (but consent is unquestionable), safe word mentionned but not used, pet names, (baby, princess, sannie...), unprotected sex (recommanded by 0/10 dentists), wall sex, semi public sex (full dorm hallway sex), exhbitionism/voyeurism, dirty talk, slight breath play (gentle), masturbation (f & m), controlled orgasm (f)

a/n: OMGGGG THIS ONE IS JUST SDMLKSQDMMSQLKKFF. i kinda like how turned out because im feral and shameless when it comes to these men. if you like it PLEASE TELL ME i might make a part 2 👀

@shinestarhwaa for you boo <3

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It’s funny how Mingi is still stuck in this same situation years later, he thought while staring at you from across the kitchen table. When he first saw you 5 years ago, your back leaned against the company building, eyes glued to your phone, he thought of how pretty you were but he was late for practice again and he knew he was going to be scolded by Hongjoong so he just hurried himself in.

This encounter should have been left at that, he would have forgotten about you the next day and he would be at peace right now.

But no.

You were still waiting there when he got out much much later at night, sweaty, tired and starving. He took a look at you again but this time you lifted your face from the screen of your phone and your eyes met. He didn’t know why he was flustered and cursed himself silently when he whipped his head to the side, quickly breaking eye contact. But despite the uninviting body language you took the first step in his direction. It took everything he had in him not to stumble back and stand his ground in the most natural way he could muster given his current state.

‘Hmm… Excuse me?” you started hesitantly, “Hmm… I’m looking for…” Mingi was all ears and eyes for you, focussing on your every move and word. In that split instant he noticed the color of your eyes, the soft texture of your hair and the mesmerizing way your lips moved to form words, that made sentences which he was supposed to listen to and he was arguably doing a poor job. But right when he was losing focus you were interrupted.

“Y/N!!” San’s voice resonated from the entryway. You whipped your head in the direction of the voice and turned away from Mingi with the most radiant and heavenly smile he had ever seen.

“Nevermind. Thank you” you said quickly before running to San’s side.

Mingi stood there for a second completely stunned as he watched the pair of you walking away, San’s hand reaching for yours right before you disappeared at the intersection.

The next day San made him promise not to tell anyone he saw you waiting for him. He didn’t tell him exactly you were his girl but Mingi was smart enough to figure that out on his own.

And that should have been the end of the story. You should have remained San’s secret girlfriend and Mingi would have forgotten about you and your perfect smile in a week or two…

But once again… no. It did not go that way.

Over the years it got worse. You both grew, you weren’t 18 anymore. You grew into a beautiful, stunning woman and Mingi grew into a man. And you even became friends. With the years you got to meet the rest of Ateez. You became friends with all of them but you were closest to Mingi without a doubt, much to his disarray.

That’s exactly how he came to stare at you from across the kitchen table as you were leaning your head on San’s broad shoulder, barely holding your head up as you had one too many bottles of grapefruit soju. San was gently caressing your flushed cheek.

Everybody was laughing, drinking and enjoying themselves, but Mingi who was also slightly drunk just couldn’t stop staring at you, stealing glances at you through his eyelashes. To the others he looked like he was zoning out like he usually does after a drink or two but in fact he was focussing on you. Precisely on your neck and the sleeve of your top slowly sliding off your shoulder. The large and rounded neckline of your loose oversized top was barely hanging to the edge of your shoulder at this point and if you moved even in the slightest it would completely expose your shoulder. To everyone present that wasn’t a big deal. Nobody had even noticed apart from Mingi. And when you lift your head up again to bark at Wooyoung that was making fun of you for being a lightweight it happened.

The tired sleeve gave in. Mingi had a front row seat on your delicate collar bone and the smooth skin of your shoulder lightly shiny. If only that was it he could have handled it but the large neck line was also hanging very low on your chest so low that his eyes were rapidly forgetting about your shoulder to solely focus on your chest. His eyes scanned the shadow of your cleavage, the ceiling light was casting on you, he imagined how your breasts would feel in his large palms, how soft your skin would be and how your nipples would taste on his tongue.

He thought so much that he started pitching a tent in his large cargo pants. The tent of shame like he liked to call it. The tent he tried to fight off so many times because San was one of his best friends… And you were… his.

That thought broke his own heart.

“Well! I’m swamped, guys. I’m going to bed” he declared getting up, both fists stuffed in his large pockets concealing the “shame”.

The others grumbled to make him stay. They were having a nice time but honestly he just wanted to catch a break from his own heart and hop into the shower.

San knew exactly why he wanted to leave. He had known for a while about Mingi’s feelings for you. In reality everyone knew except for two people. One was Mingi who thought he was so good at concealing himself when in reality he was staring at you like a puppy all day and the other one was yourself. You just never noticed because to you Mingi was a friend, an attractive friend, granted! But a friend nonetheless. You didn’t think further than that. To you the idea of him having feelings for you was so far-fetched that the thought never entered the realm of possibilities.

Once Mingi had decided to go, the members followed one by one, Hongjoong was the second one. At the end only Wooyoung and Yeosang were playing a drinking game while you and San crashed on the couch.

San was absentmindedly playing with your hair when he caught your hand dangerously slipping below his belt. He gripped your wrist firmly, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“Y/n~~” he quietly singsang. He knew that was going to happen. Alcohol had only one single effect on you. It made you horny. Without fail, whenever you all gathered like this and drank, it made you feral. And today San felt mischievous.

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Mingi exhaled a big sigh before stepping in the shower, the hot water running on his large back helped him take his mind off the chatter and laughter erupting from the living room at the end of the hall for a while he just glided the soap across his body. The hot air made him dizzy. He felt the warm water on his face letting the stream run down his hair. As he closed his eyes, flashes of you came back to him.

Your cute flushed face, eyelids half closed, your eyes made sparkly from the soju, this adorable dorky smile you wore all evening, the exposed patch of skin, the neckline of your top hanging so low on your chest. He wondered without even realizing about the way he would have loved to lay you down on that table right there. Peeling your clothes one by one, taking his sweet time admiring your body slowly giving away all its secrets.

He felt himself becoming hard again. He kept his eyes shut as he guided the soapy foam along his half hard member.

He dreamed about the melodic wet sounds you would make when he would slide inside you, about the way you would grip him so perfectly, about how your eyes would roll back and your lips would lazily hang open as you lost yourself to his cock, abandoning yourself to him, only him.

He gripped his length even tighter, rapidly dragging his fist up and down his shaft, turning his tip bright red from his arousal and the hot water.

He thought even harder about your hands muffling your high pitched moans shamefully as his powerful thrusts rocked your body under him.

Fuck he wants to see you like that, he wants to have you like that he thought as he drove himself crazy, on the verge of bursting. He felt himself twitch in his hand, precum and soap mixing perfectly making this sinful act easier than ever.

“Fuck” he grunted considering to finally let himself go but at the last second he opted out of it. He suddenly let go of the aching organ, twitching and pulsing, hot and dripping red tip begging for release.

But Mingi just couldn’t keep doing that anymore. Just seeing you in the day act like your friend and fuck himself to the thought of you at night. He had to somehow snap out of this trance, break free from the spell you casted on him five years ago back in Gang-nam.

After five years he had to come to the realization that you were with San and you would never be with him.

So without thinking twice Mingi turned the water from scolding hot to icy. That had two purposes: one calming his raging boner and two taking his mind off the painful reality he had to accept. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth and hissed in discomfort at the sudden temperature change. But it was efficient enough.

He quickly dried off and wrapped the wet towel around his waist. He crossed the living room to head out to the hall where San's room and his were. But when he entered the hall…

“Please”

Immediately he hid behind the corner of the L shaped hall out of pure instinct. That kind of sounded like… you?

“Please” you whimpered again.

This time there was no doubt it was in fact your voice.

“Can’t we do it in your room?” you asked, your voice interrupted by muffled moans.

“No I wanna take you right here” San responded, determined.

“But what if Mingi comes back from his shower?”

San smirked. That was exactly his intention but he just chuckled and brushed off the question.

“Also if you really didn’t want to do it here. You’d use the safe word, right baby?” San’s smirk grew bigger as you stayed silent. “Wanna use the safe word baby?”

“No…” you admitted half heartedly.

“That’s what I thought” he said brushing his tip against you.

San wanted to be caught. He couldn't explain it properly but recently he started thinking about maybe offering Mingi some kind of relief. Because he’s had that huge crush on you for so long it must be really troublesome for him, right? So this little show for him was kind of a way to blow some steam off for him. Yeah! That’s right! San was doing that out of the goodness of his heart, out of friendship! Because he cared oh so dearly about his friend and not because the idea of having an audience flipped a switch in him. A flip he’s been fantasizing about for a while now.

“Spread your legs” San whispered.

Mingi’s heart rattled against his ribs and rang in his ears. He held his chest as he didn’t even dare to breathe, not to mention move a single muscle.

“Babygirl” San started his lips pressed against the thin skin of your neck. “You’re already this wet for me”

His fingers brushed against your center, still clothed but already soaking wet.

“Were you touching yourself at the table again?”

You nodded shyly. You just couldn’t help getting incredibly horny every time you had a drink.

“Yes” you admitted in a shameful whisper.

“What a naughty girl. Passing the blush as an effect of the alcohol when in fact you're touching yourself under the table despite your boyfriend’s friends gathered all around you.” you whined. “Maybe it’s even exactly why you couldn’t resist the urge huh baby?”

Mingi bit his lip, trying his hardest not to gasp. To think that you busied your hands into your folds while he was eyeing your exposed chest. And to think maybe, just maybe, you exposed yourself on purpose?

“Please… Sannie…” you begged again.

Mingi was going crazy. This whole time he was just leaning his bare back on the wall, dampened locks of hair, trailing water down his body. He couldn’t see anything he didn’t dare to move a muscle but fuck did he want to have a peek. Before he could even realize the raging boner was back on. Forcefully pulling up the towel he had tied around his hips.

“I love it when you beg baby” San whispered, lips pressed to your blazing skin.

Me too.

Mingi thought so loud he was scared you would both hear him. One hand instinctively traveled to his engorged member, giving it a firm squeeze at the base while the other hand was pushing his flaming red and yellow hair back.

“Please… I can’t wait anymore” you said, granting your boyfriend’s wish.

“Please what, baby?” San teased again as he pushed your panties to the side. You hissed when you felt his tip brush against your bare pussy, digging your nails in his broad back.

“Cock!” you hurriedly replied, lust filling your mind. So eager you could barely form intelligible sentences “I want your cock” you demanded in a strangled whisper, hardly keeping your voice down.

Mingi had fought the idea of you against his own mind too many times today. He won at the dinner table and he won again in the shower but this battle… Knowing you there begging to be filled to the brim, exposed for anyone who might stumble across the sinful scene… He couldn’t fight that. He had to look. He had to see you.

So he dared. He dared to peek, just enough to have a look. Just one eye is all it took. And he saw…

He saw the both of you entangled into each other, both facing one another, your back pressed against the wall while San gripped your hips firmly with one hand and lifted one of your legs up with the other to grant himself access to your beautiful and soaked little pussy. He saw his friend’s smirk and eyebrow twitch as he gently pushed himself into your welcoming folds. But all this was only anecdotal. Because nothing, nothing! could come close to you. Mingi only had eyes -one eye in this case- for you.

He saw how your mouth went agape as you took him in, he saw how you arched your back and rested your head on the wall you were pressed up against. And he heard you trying your hardest not to make a noise and failing so miserably, much to his contentment.

That sound, that fucking sound. He will never forget.

The raspy sigh you produced, audible bliss dripping from your lips as you refused to close your eyes, taking in the exalted face of your boyfriend.

San spotted from the corner of his eyes the flaming red strands of hair peeking from the angle of the hall. It made him smirk, his little scheme had worked. It made him even more determined to put on a good show for his friend, determined to drag those beautiful sounds out of you until you would beg him to stop. And you could have sworn you felt him grow even bigger inside you.

Without a second thought San settled a pace that was especially designed for you. Deep and slow. Just enough to keep you on edge. With every roll of his hips into yours you felt every single inch of his length deliciously scraping your clenching walls, gripping him desperately.

“Fuckkk” you cried out, biting down on your lower lip.

“You like that baby?” San asked you, the evil twinkle of lust dancing in his eyes.

“Yesss” you sighed, barely holding yourself up on the only leg that was supporting you.

You gasped as he bottomed out again, this time staying there for a while. You instantly started to rock your hips into his, desperately clinging onto the friction.

“That’s right baby” San growled as his veiny hand left your side to tightly wrap around your narrow neck. “Fuck yourself on my cock”

And you were more than happy to oblige. You lost it at his words, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine, applying just the right amount of pressure to coerce you.

Unholy wet squelching noises bounced back on the walls of the narrow hall all the way to Mingi ears. His hands violently pumping up and down his cock, thick slimy precum coating his tip and being dragged with each movement along his shaft. It was so hard not to make any noise but he pulled himself together just so he could keep looking at you.

“Sannie Please… Fuck me harder” the last ounce of bashfullness had evaporated out of your body as the carnal sin was clouding your judgement. “Fuck me senseless” your tone was demanding. You just couldn’t bear it anymore. You wanted to cum. You need to cum.

Mingi can't believe his ears or his eyes or any of his senses as a matter of fact… To hear you say these words with so much drive, so much desire. To see you plead with those sultry eyes… If only he was the one right there between your legs right now. If only he was the one pumping his hot and dripping cock into you until completion. If only he was the one feeling your cunt clench and pulse around him.

“Your wish is my command, Princess” San whispered before he caught your other leg and lifted you up, flipping both your legs onto his shoulders and folding you in two against the wall. And he slid himself right back in. Where was his rightful place. You gasped, this position allowed him to go even deeper and tears started to cloud your vision as his tip so precisely hit on your sensitive spot. Both of your hips perfectly angled to fit inside each other.

“Fuck yessss… j-just like that” you whispered through gritted teeth. “Please don’t stop Sannie”. Your voices shaken with each of San’s violent thrusts. “Fuck I love your cock” you sobbed as your eyes lost their focused and your mind slipped in thick foggy haze. And San chuckled, his eyes leaving yours for a split second to briefly look at the flamboyant orange tuft of hair peeking from the corner of the hall.

Fortunately Mingi was way to focus on you to notice San had spotted him.

Mingi was about to burst but he was determined to cum with you. Picturing your twitching cunt in place of his gripping fist.

You were a couple of thrusts away from coming undone and San knew it. He knew everything about your body. He knew every micro expression, every sound, every queue.

“You’re gonna cum baby?” he asked, short of breath.

“Yessss” you whined, trying hard not to cum on the spot.

“Cum now. Cum on my cock right now” he ordered.

That was what you needed. In a split second you let go of the knot you’ve been desperately hounding on to and completely lose your sanity in an earth shattering orgasm that washes over your body.

Quickly followed by Mingi. Uncontrollably twitching and delivering what felt like gallons of cum in the towel, completely soiling it. Maybe even ruining it forever. It was so good, he never came like this. So good that an ever so audible groan of bliss slipped past his lips and into the world. Instantly he bit his lip and stopped breathing but it was too late.

San also let himself go, a smirk dancing on his lips as he happened to catch the shameful groan. You were unaware of why but that amount of cum was unprecedented and you attributed it to the thrill of the fear of getting caught. But San knew it was simply the joy and fulfillment of being a good friend.

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a/n: what a ride dskfmkfmdkmfl. you liked it? you want part 2? SPAM MY COMMENTS AND ASKS AND REBLOGS BECAUSE I LOVE READING YOUR REACTIONS MY POOKIES <333 (a threesome in part 2? 👀)

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simp-for-all-genders · 3 years

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when his best friend confesses and kisses him while drunk after a break up (hyung line)

This is my first post ever please don't hate luv luv

Warning-cursing & slightly suggestive

Summary- it's been 3 weeks since your ex broke up with you and you were drinking alone so you called your best friend to see if they wanted to come over cause they always make you feel better and you wanted to tell them something

Word count-1,792

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Seonghwa- after i got their call i packed a bag just in case she wanted me to stay and left to their house. When i got there the door was unlocked and i walked in to greet her “hey i'm here” “seonghwa yayyy your here” she hugged me and all i could smell was alcohol “how long have you been drinking” “only an hour why do you ask do i stink?” “yeah” “ugh i hate that you are so honest with me,drink we me a little bit then i'll take a shower” “im your best friend im supposed to be honest with you” “whatever whatever, lets drink!” we drank for about 2 hours she we drunk i mean drunk as fuck she was clinging to me which i was used to and crying and telling me how much there ex was a dick and how much she hated them.i was more on the tipsy side not fully drunk and just listing to her rant “you know seonghwa i wish i could find a guy like you your so nice,caring,loving,understanding,handsome,pretty,you also have nice lips yeah really nice lips fuck it sorry seonghwa” “what do you mean so-” she cut me of my kissing me,i didn't know what to do but so i put her on my lap and deepen the kiss because to be honest i had a slight crush on her but she never knew. She broke the kiss “i love you seonghwa i should have just dated you instead” “i love you too but you still stink go take a shower” “take a shower with me i already know you were going to stay so you have extra clothes” “i can take a shower after you” she starts pulling on my arm “no you said you loved me so your going to take a shower with me and that's it, otay” “jeez you're annoying i'm going” the rest is up to your imagination.

(my 2nd bias)

Hongjoong- i didn't let finish what she was saying i just said “i'll be there” and hung up i stopped by the store to pick up cups of ramen for us cause we normally eat ramen when drinking and i bought her a dinosaur plushies cause she likes dinosaurs and went to her house and knock on her door she answers “hongjoong you should have let me finish what i was going to say *hiccup*” “ i already knew that you were going to ask me so i hung up and are you already that drunk to be hiccuping “NO~” “whatever i brought ramen so we can eat” “you know me so well thank you” “no problem i also bought you a plushie” “ OMG ITS A DINOSAUR RAWR” “hahaha your so cute i swear what are you going to name it” “hmmmm *inhales* HMMMMMM ah~ i got it its name is hongjoong” “why my name?” “cause it's cute like you and it's going to keep me company like you always do” “ah~ really” “of course” “do you want me to make the ramen” “yes please and are you going to drink with me” “imma drink a little bit” “okay” a couple minutes have past we were eating ramen and drinking she was ahead of me in drinking of course cause he was still a little bit sad and she was drink before i got her. “Hey Y/N” “yeah” “umm why are you still sad that your ex broke up with you” “i just miss being taking care of and have someone by my side 24/7 and i really miss just being held” “hahaha i'm sorry i don't mean to laugh but you get that mostly all the time with me and the boys” i know but it different you guys have work as idols and i don't get to see you guys all the time” “Y/N do you want to know what i really think your problem is” “what” “your trying to hide your feelings” “what do you mean by that” “Y/N i could tell you weren't in love with them you had feelings for someone else but you wanted to be with them so you could get your mind off of that certain someone am i right” her eyes went big “how in the hell w-w-what who umm umm *sigh* how can you tell” “you really think i didn't see the hints of you liking me” “AHHHAhhh hongjoong~ stop it if you don't like me you could have told me AHahhaAH” “it's not i don't like you i was just waiting for YOU to break up with them but you didnt they broke up with you and now you acting sa-” she cut me off my kissing me “ i love you hongjoong but i know i can't be with you cause you a idol and i don't want to ruin you careers so just leave me alone so i don't have to see your face cause i don't want to fall for you more than i already ha-” i cut her of by kissing “i didn't ask for your opinion i think atiny will like you and they know were best friends so they will kinda expect us to get together” “so what does this mean” “it means will you be my girlfriend” “yesssss of course i'll be your girlfriend” “you better remember this when we wake up” “i will i promise” “okay dork” she didn't remember in the morning so i told her what happened and she was just blushing like crazy

Yunho-*sigh* i got up from my couch and grab a extra hoodie for her cause she likes to be in mine and mingis hoodies cause there big on her and left to her house when i got there there was a note on her door saying “the door is unlocked come in, i’m changing clothes” i take the note off and walk in “why is she changing clothes” i through away the note “i changed my clothes cause i know that your we coming with a hoodie” i look up at her to see she's only wearing volleyball short and a bra “ AHHH Y/N YOU SHOULD HAVE WARNED ME GEEZ!!!!” i looked down and i was blushing “give me your hoodie then” i hand her my hoodie “you can look at me now i have it on” “you should just walk out in a bra and shorts” “it's my house i can do what i want” *sigh* “whatever how much have you drank” “only two bottles of soju” “geez you couldn't wait for me” she looked down “sorry i just you know i'm yeah” “sorry i kinda forgot” “nah its okay im trying to forget about it that's why i invited you” “let's forget about that asshole and have a fun time” “yeah you're right” after about 2 hours we were both pretty drunk so we stopped drinking and decided to watch a movie which was a comedy we were going to watch a romantic comedy but i couse just a comedy. Y/N’s eyes were on me for a little bit now but i just tried to ignore it until she said “yunho you know that i love you right” “yeah i love you to your my best friend after all” “no~ not like that” she kissed me “i love you like that” “huh” she kissed me again “i want to be with you thats what in trying to say” “ohhhhhh i'm just drunk as fuck that i didn't process that” “soooo” “yes i'll be with you Y/N” i grab her and hold her tight against me and kiss her head. We ended up falling asleep on the couch that night and i was woken up with a kiss the next morning

(my bias)

Yeosang- “ugh this woman i swear she's going to be drunk by the time i get there and why can’t she notice i have the hugest crush on her'' i get up and decide to skate there and i brought snacks for us to share and i also bought chocolate milk for her cause it’s a comfort drink for her for some odd reason. When i got there she was in her kitchen trying to reach for something “you need help” “AHHHH!!!! Holy shit you scared me but yes i'm trying to grab the bowl” i grab it for her “thank you” “no problem” “so are going to drink with me or just hear me rant” “imma drink a little bit but mostly listen to you rant i also brought you chocolate milk” “whoo thank you yeo” “you know i sometimes wonder why im your friend” “why yeo?” “your just all over the place it's been three weeks since your ex broke up with you, you should just get over them and notice that you have friends and other people like you for you and not care if you put on weight o-or dont care if you don't like to put on makeup people like you for you Y/N!” i have never called her by her name before since we first became friends so she knows im serious her eyes start to water and i start to see tears run down her face “Y-y-y-yeo *sniffles* i-i do notice i h-have friends and i-i know you have a crush on me b-b-b-but i didn’t want to think i liked you to cause i was with my ex at that time *sniffles* but over these couple of weeks i have noticed that i'm in l-love with you yeosang and have been for a while now and i'm sorry i never told you” “can you look at me Y/N” she looks up at me “you're pretty stupid you know” “thank you” “hahaha why are you thanking me” “all i was paying attention to was you calling me pretty gotta stay on the positive side you know” “hahahahahah omg i hate youuuu but good one” “ummm yeo” “hmm” “can i kiss you” i was surprised at first but after processing what she said i said yes. She gave me a light peck on my lips “that wasn't a kiss silly” she cocks her head to the side in confusion i simply chuckled at her i know that she knows how to kiss but she didn't think i wanted to be kiss like that so i took this into my own hands. I pick her up and sit her on the kitchen counter and give her a passionate kiss on her lips then pull away “kiss me right next time” i then kiss her neck and she giggles “i will, i love you yeosang“ “i love you too”

#ateez reactions #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez senarios #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez atiny #atiny #first post #confession #drunk

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flora-jimin · 5 years

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𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 (𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

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Relationships: Namjoon x Hoseok x Yoongi x Reader

Genre(s): Smut, PWP

Written for @btspolyshipbingo

Square Filled: Bed Sharing

Rating: 18+

Tags: Smut, Pwp, Previous poly triad (rapline), Endgame poly relationship (mmmf), Dirty Talk, Cum Sharing, Spanking, 69, Oral

Summary: You’re invited to spend the last week with Bangtan before vacation is over. Of course, a certian someone didn’t get the house with enough rooms, and now it seems you’ll have to share. Sharing is caring, after all.

Word count: 8.1k Im so sorry

A/n: This is my first ‘y/n’ fic and of course its long as hell omg.

Tag List: @jungkook-me-down, @jinie, @mapofmarisoul, @vallkyr, @canyoucallthiswriting, @hobisbapsae

-x-

“Wait, you invited Y/n over to stay with us and didn’t even make sure there were enough rooms?” Jin inquired, brows furrowed as he watched Namjoon run a hand through his hair. You were seated between Yoongi and Hoseok while the other band members spoke, brows furrowed.

The vacation for Bangtan was winding down to a close and the boys had all decided to go out together with you before they were back to their hectic lives. The trip to Jeju Island was last minute and impromptu, hence why they could only snag a vacation home with a few rooms too less than they needed.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m just happy to be here. We can always just blind pick the rooms like you all did for the Run that one time.” You offered, blinking when a collective lightbulb went off over their heads.

“Did…did none of you think of that?” You slowly questioned, snickering at the way some of them flushed. You nod in approval, catching Namjoon’s eye as the other boys scurried around, positioning themselves in a circle.

The dimpled rapper had been your boyfriend for a few months now, and if the blind pick went well, you’d be sharing a room with him alone for the next week.

“Okay. So, there are eight of us. There are three rooms. If you choose a room, you have to honor however many people pick the room to share afterwards, got it? Once you’re done, write the position of the room on your palm with a marker.” Jimin ran the rules by everyone, bouncing excitedly. You and the others nod, and Jungkook motions for you to go first.

“M-Me?”

“Ladie’s first, Y/n. Choose well!” He beamed. You nodded and sent a small look over your shoulder at Namjoon before disappearing down the hall once the others turned their backs so they couldn’t see which direction you turned in.

The first room was on the smaller side, with windows facing towards the ocean. You wandered in, slightly in awe as you took in the view. There was a TV set up that took up most of the wall space and though you’d love the ocean view, you figured Namjoon would pick a room with more space for him to set up his laptop or work.

Turning, you moved to the next room, immediately taken by the scent of flowers. This room was definitely the master bedroom of sorts, with the bed being larger and facing the mountain side of the house. You could see it had a good view of the garden in the backyard and without hesitation you knew this would be the one.

Without needing to see the third room, you hastily wrote ‘middle room’ on your palm before heading back to the living room. You plopped down on the couch, hugging the Mang plushie Hoseok had left behind on the couch as he stood to pick his room.

One by one, everyone chose their desired rooms.

“Okay. On the count of three, everyone open their palms, okay?” Tae instructed, clearly excited. You and the others nodded.

“One, two, three!”

In union, all of you threw your hands out, opening your palms facing upwards.

“Hey! We got the same room!” Jungkook cheered, throwing his arms over Jimin and Taehyung. It seemed like the three chose the room facing the ocean, bounding eagerly down the hall after they scrambled to grab their bags from the living room.

“I brought my PS4!” Jungkook cheered, all but sliding into the room with the other two in tow.

Jin looked down at his hand, grinning wildly when he found he had a room all to himself.

“Handsome and lucky~” He whistled, blowing the remaining four a kiss before he strolled down the hall.

You blinked slowly, looking at the hands around you to find that Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok had all written down ‘middle room’ on your palms.

“Well that happened.” Hoseok exhaled, unable to keep the laugh from bubbling out of his chest. Namjoon gently rubbed your back as he stood beside you.

“It may be a tight squeeze, but we’ll make do.” He offered a little bit of positivity as you moved to grab your suitcase. Yoongi and Hoseok nodded, walking ahead as Namjoon gently took your bag. You pouted, tugging on his sleeve.

“Joon-”

“It’s okay, Y/n. Yoongs and Hobi already know about us, we can relax.” He whispered. You blinked in surprise, lips parting.

“You told them?”

“Had a late night session with them in Rkive and I mentioned missing my girlfriend.” He admitted, laughing gently as he started carrying both of your luggage. You watched his back for a few moments, feeling your heart flutter for a moment before you hid a smile, shuffling after him.

In the room, Hoseok was sitting by the window, his leg pulled in close to his chest as he stared out at the sunset. You perk, darting past Yoongi and Namjoon to admire the way the sky and the clouds were bathed in a stunning mixture of oranges and pinks.

“Woah…the sky is so pretty.” You muse, unable to keep the smile off your face.

Hoseok watched the side of your face out of the corner of his eye before he hummed in agreement, muttering a quiet ‘she sure is’ under his breath undetected.

-Later-

“Don’t eat so fast, you’re going to get sick!” You scolded as you watched Jungkook and Jin shovel food down their mouths. Yoongi’s lip curled slightly at the sight, moving his plate away when Jin nearly toppled over the sauce bottle reaching for more meat from the pot simmering between the group.

“She’s right. You’re going to choke or burn your tongue if you keep eating like a bunch of coyotes. No one’s gonna take the damn pot from you.” He added, rolling his eyes as Namjoon leaned down to add more meat and vegetables to the pot once the two ate the last fully cooked piece of meat.

“We have to hurry! The game DLC drops in 20 minutes!” Jungkook huffed, pointing his chopsticks over in you and Yoongi’s direction. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in mild disbelief while Yoongi leveled him with an unimpressed stare.

“So you’re telling me you two are trying to gobble down a whole pot of meat and veggies meant for eight people so you can stay up playing video games?” He inquired. Jin nodded from beside Kook, unable to talk as he drank his soju.

Jimin watched them in amusement while Tae eyed the grilled meat, clearly excited about the second round. Hoseok cracked open a can of sprite, pouring it into one of his glasses before he spoke up.

“We bought extra meat but you two are going to eat it all before Y/n even gets her share.” He scolded. The two vocalists exchanged a look with one another, frowning when they realized that not many of the others had gotten to eat much. Noticing the immediate guilt that crossed their face, you waved your hands.

“I-It’s okay, you guys are hungry-” the sound of your stomach cut you off and everyone frowned.

“Okay, that’s enough meat hogging for you two.” Namjoon declared, grabbing some lettuce and packing some rice in the bottom of it. Before you could protest and say it was okay, Namjon plucked some of the thicker slices of meat off the grill before holding it up to you. You blushed, slightly shy as you leaned closer to him, taking a bite of the wrap to test and see if the meat was too hot. Once you found it was the perfect temperature, you took the rest in one bite, your plump lips brushing against Namjoon’s fingers at the end.

He must have noticed your subtle flirting, if the blush on his face was anything to go by.

“You two would make a cute couple.” Yoongi mused idly, making his own lettuce wrap. Namjoon, now flustered, moved to take the meat off the grill, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. You only smiled as you reached for more of the grilled food.

Later that night, you stood in front of the bed, tapping your foot as you tried to figure out how this was going to work with four of you in one bed. Namjoon wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing light kisses to the side of your neck. Part of you melted immediately, pressing back against him before remembering that Hoseok and Yoongi were in the room, too.

“J-Joon!”

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna watch you. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.” Yoongi mused, cursing when Hoseok elbowed his side.

“What, you gonna suggest we join, too?”

“Again, if she’s into that, why not? We already know Joon-” Whatever he had to say to end that sentence was cut off by Namjoon hurling a pillow in his direction.

“Yah! Quit it, you’re going to make Y/n uncomfortable!” He scolded, pivoting on his heel to get in bed, clearly flustered. You blinked for a moment or two, trying to figure out exactly what had just happened in such a small time frame.

What was Yoongi going to say? Joon was into…what?

You glanced back at the bed, finding Joon furiously scrolling through his phone, probably looking through his queue of webtoons to catch up on. Shaking off the small curious need you had to press this further, you crawled into bed beside him, scooting so your head was on his chest. Joon smiled, pulling you closer into him as he continued his scrolling.

You were already drifting to sleep by time Hoseok and Yoongi got up to turn it in for bed. Namjoon said something above you, but it melted into the sound of his heartbeat as you let sleep finally take over.

-2 am-

You tossed and turned, groaning in annoyance as a sudden wave of thirst arose you from a particularly cute dream. Rubbing your eye, you noticed Namjoon absent from your side, and your brows furrowed in confusion, noticing Hoseok was also missing from the bed.

After rolling out of bed, you slide on Namjoon’s oversized Koya slippers, shuffling your way out into the hall. Namjoon and Hobi could be out for a late night stroll or something of the sort. You just hoped they were being careful out so late.

Idly as you made your way to the kitchen, you wondered if you should slice some apples and wait for them to get back.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone chattering in the kitchen. You slowed your steps, slowly peeking around the corner.

You found the two men in question, standing near each other as they talked. Normally you’d stroll up and teasingly ask why they were up so late as well, but the intimate closeness and the looks on their faces made you hesitate. Instead you hung back, listening to them.

“You still haven’t asked her?” Hoseok inquired. Namjoon rubbed his neck, looking down at the ground.

“Things have been so hectic lately and I haven’t gotten to sit down and talk with her.” He answered, his tone clearly disappointed. Your heart sank.

Was something wrong?

“Not everyone is down for a poly relationship, Hobi.” He added after a beat of silence. You stared at the two, lips parting as the fractured context of the late night convo started piecing themselves together. Hoseok nodded, reaching out to gently squeeze Namjoon’s arm.

“I know. Yoongs and I aren’t gonna push things if she’s not okay with it. We miss you, though, Joon. And honestly? Y/n is a beautiful woman with an amazing personality. I’d be lying if I said Yoongs and I haven’t talked about it more than once.” He chucked. Namjoon cocked a brow, lifting his head.

“You two were talking about my girlfriend?”

“We’re trying to get you to quit being such a coward and tell her you’re poly. Maybe she’d be our girlfriend.” Hobi fired back, teasingly. Namjoon, seemingly flustered, didn’t seem opposed to the notion.

Your heart skipped a beat and you stepped back, eyes wide.

Yoongi and Hobi? They had been thinking of you in a romantic manner? Since when? And what was all of this about them missing Joon? Had the three of them…?

As you were turning to leave, you ran right into Yoongi’s chest. You almost let out a startled yell, had he not have gently put a hand over your mouth. You stared up at the sleepy eyed rapper and he shook his head.

“These two really have no hindsight, having this kind of conversation out in the open.” He nodded towards the bedroom. “C'mon, it’ll be a whole mess if they find out we’re here.” He moved his hand from your lips, gently taking your wrist to tug you silently along to bed.

Once there, he let you go, crawling into bed and giving you a small hum when you hesitated.

“Before they come back, I’ll fill in the blanks. Hoseok, Namjoon, and I were in a poly relationship. Joon met you and we all decided he could take a break from us and see how things went with you. He wants to tell you he’s poly and see if you’d like to try a relationship with us as a quartet. It’s a lot to take in, but you can rest easy, Hobi and I will respect your decision. Joon cherishes you and your relationship, too. He’s never snuck around or anything behind your back. All of us have respected you, as well as Joon’s wish to take a break from our relationship while he worked this out. Plus we’re not gonna like, push up on you or anything. Unless you’re into that.” He yawned, echoing the same words he said earlier.

They suddenly held a lot more weight.

You heard the other two rappers heading back down the hall and all but dove into bed, eyes closing just enough for you to peek in the darkness as Namjoon and Hoseok walked in. Yoongi bit back the urge to chuckle, humming in faux sleepiness when Hoseok settled in behind him, kissing the nape of his neck. Joon mirrored him, wrapping his hands around your waist as he pulled your back flush against his chest.

You hoped Namjoon couldn’t tell how much your heart was racing as you did your best to go back to sleep.

-Next Day-

After yesterday’s revelation, you began to notice things here and there that had previously went over your head.

The way Yoongi felt at home borrowing Namjoon’s clothes, giving himself sweater paws with one of Joon’s Fear of God sweaters as he settled on the couch, immersed in a book as Hoseok rubbed his calves idly, quietly complimenting Yoongi on the muscles that were there.

Namjoon wasn’t too far behind, squeezed into the end of the couch with Hobi, sharing his phone screen so they could also watch some videos of other bands. Hoseok shifted his attention quickly, his head on Namjoon’s shoulder as they watched.

They all looked so comfortable.

Biting your lip, you walked over, standing in front of them.

“I wanna watch, too. That sounds like Dreamcatcher, I love them.”

“I can lift my legs, Y/n.” Yoongi offered, moving to move his curled legs from beside Hoseok’s hip.

“That’s alright.” You swallow down the butterflies and nervousness, moving to sit down, your bottom on both Namjoon and Hoseok’s thigh, gently taking the phone from Namjoon and holding it between you three. Yoongi watched you in interest, the corner of his lips curling up.

“C-can you see?” You inquired, glancing over your shoulder to look at both Namjoon and Hoseok, biting your lip when you saw how close they were.

“Not quite. Scoot back a little.” Namjoon instructed, gently pulling your hips back until your back was flush against both of them. You squirmed slightly, heart hammering as both of them settled their chins on your shoulder, breaths ghosting your neck as you shakily resumed the video.

The four of you sat like that for at least an hour or so, enjoying the proximity of one another. With every creeping minute, you found it more apparent that you weren’t really bothered by the idea of Namjoon’s previous relationship with the other two rappers.

If the thunder of your heart was anything to go by, you were more than comfortable with also getting the same attention.

Before the gravity of that realization could hit you, Jimin came bounding into the living room, startling you all.

“Hyungs! Y/n! We should do karaoke!” He cheered, seemingly unbothered by the closeness of the four of you. You lowered the phone, tilting your head.

“Karaoke? Where did that come from?”

“I had to sit up all night while Jungkook played with Jin-hyung and Tae can sleep through a hurricane, I can’t. So tonight, before that happens, I want us all to do some karaoke!” He cheered. You smiled at his energy, sliding out of Hoseok and Namjoon’s lap as you helped Jimin set up the TV and the machine that Jimin had found in one of the closets in the home.

Namjoon rubbed his neck as he watched you, eyeing the curve of your ass while you bent over to see where the HDMI cable port was located.

“I didn’t expect her to sit in our lap. She’s making it hard for me to figure out an approach on asking.” He muttered. Yoongi hummed, sitting up to slide nimble fingers over Hoseok’s sweatpants clad leg, giving the outline of his cock a subtle, sneaky squeeze, purring when the younger rapper bit back a groan, sucking in a quick breath through his teeth.

“I’d say she’s making something hard, alright.” He added, casually taking his hand away from Hoseok’s now throbbing cock when he heard Tae, Jin, and Jungkook loudly making their way over to the living room.

“Yoongi, that’s just evil.” Hoseok spat, adjusting himself as inconspicuously as he could. Yoongi only hummed coyly, head tilting to the left as you leaned back further, cheering in success when you finally plugged in the machine.

“It’s in! We can start!” Jimin beamed, clapping eagerly.

“I wanna go first!”

“Is there Charlie Puth in the bank?”

“Can we sing songs in English and Japanese too?”

You and the vocal line began chattering at once, looking through the list of songs.

“How about we make it interesting. Whoever gives the worst performance has to do dinner dishes.” Jin offered, a spark in his eye. You immediately frowned, squinting.

“Isn’t that unfair? Did you forget who you are? How am I supposed to beat the seven of you?” You hissed in clear disapproval.

“Well you won’t win with that attitude, Y/n. Plus, as long as you have fun, that’s what matters!” Tae cooed, a boxy grin on his face. Your eyes narrowed even more and Namjoon raised his hand.

“If you do lose, I’ll help with the dishes. Though I doubt you will.” He offered. You smiled softly, feeling at ease once again.

“Fine. Let’s do it, then.”

Everyone eagerly looked through the songs after that, with Jungkook and Jimin teaming up to duet one of Khalid’s songs, having the time of their lives. Tae followed close behind them, singing one of Halsey’s songs. From the way he moved his body, you can tell he’d probably listened to it often, coming up with his own choreo for it as he sang. He nearly slipped a few times, leaving you wondering why he tried to dance on a tile floor with socks on. Jin got more than a few laughs as he chose Gain’s Paradise Lost, copying the choreo nearly perfectly.

“Hyung, how many times have you done this?” Hoseok inquired, clearly impressed by the look on his face. Jin only winked and blew him a kiss in his usual manner.

“Enough to not have to do dishes. Y/n, you’re up!” He grinned, passing the mic to you.

You shuffled forward, shyly clutching the mic as the familiar sound of Ddaeng filled the living room.

“She’s pandering!” Jimin gasped playfully, unable to move fast enough to dodge the pillow Tae threw his way as he shushed him.

“Shh! Let her rap!”

You stuck your tongue out, doing your best to copy the Rap Line as closely as you could, unable to keep yourself from breaking character and laughing when Tae started dancing and rapping along in the background.

Out of the corner of your vision, you could see Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok mouthing along, and you’d be lying if you said the subtle intensity in their eyes as they watched you wasn’t as terrifying as it was arousing.

You took a seat once the song ended, smiling and taking the water bottle Jimin offered you as you watched all three of the rappers get up from the couch.

“The three of you are going to do a song together?” You asked without hesitation. They nodded.

“We figured we’d wrap this up so we can actually start cooking.” Yoongi mused, checking the time. You glanced at your phone, nodding in agreement when you saw it was already close to seven at night.

You settled down on the floor with the Vocal Line, knees pulled up to your chest as you waited. Hoseok scrolled down the list of songs in their playlist, eyes sparkling when he found one, pointing at it as he whispered to Namjoon and Yoongi. Namjoon was blushing, but he didn’t look opposed to the idea, while Yoongi only sent him a knowing quirk of the brow.

“Subtle.” He hummed under his breath as the first notes of the song started.

You felt your throat run dry, immediately recognizing the song.

Girl, change into that Victoria’s Secret thing that I like

Alright, okay

Tonight you’re having me your way

Perfume, spray it there

Put our love in the air

Now put me right next to you

Fittin’ to raise the temp in the room

First rub my back like you do

Right there, uh-uh, right there

Uh you touch me like you care

Now stop and let me repay you for the week that you’ve been through

Working that 9-5 and staying cute, like you do oh, oh, oh

You watched, lips parted as Namjoon started singing, his eyes on you as he did so. Hoseok and Yoongi weren’t far behind, improvising a dance with one another as Bangtan’s leader practically serenaded you in front of everyone. Yoongi reached around Joon in a manner way too intimate for a mic pass, his fingers wrapped around Joon’s as he pulled the mic over to his lips, singing the chorus.

I love it, I love it, you love it, you love it

Every time, every time, we touchin’, we touchin’

I want it, I want it, you want it, you want it

I’ll see you, see you, in the morning, in the morning

I wanna put my fingers through your hair

Wrap me up in your legs

And love you till your eyes roll back

I’m tryin’ to put you to bed, bed, bed

I'mma put you to bed, bed, bed

Then I'ma rock your body

Turn you over, love is war, I’m your soldier

Touching you like it’s our first time

Imma put you to bed, bed, bed

Did no one else in the room notice how this was all directed at you? One glance at the others showed they were entertained and immersed in the performance, and not their best friends currently giving you fuck me eyes while singing a song about fucking.

Hoseok, ever the dangerous one, casually took the mic, a far too sweet dimpled smile on his face as he sang. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was singing to you, motioning to you in gentle sweeping motions as he did so.

I’m staring at you while you sleep

You replaced, it for beauty

Put my face up in your neck and breathe (ah breathe)

Take you into my senses

Wake up, it’s time to finish

Round two, It’s round two

Matter of fact, it’s closer to three

D-did he have to motion to the three off them during that last part? You swallowed thickly, unable to decide which one of them to focus on. To be honest, it didn’t matter. At this point, there was an ache between your legs and a flush on your cheeks you were sure people could see a mile away.

The boys continued like this for the entire song, body roles, grinding, and eye contact relentless as they sung, and part of you honestly forgot there were others around. Your mind wandered the longer the song went on.

Yoongi’s fingers deep inside of you, his lips against your ear, his low voice purring pure filth as he made you fall apart from his hands. Namjoon’s large body pressed against yours, your lips crashed together as he rocked into you, your fingers laced together. Hoseok’s head between your thighs, squeezing your ass and pulling you flush against his lips as he greedily ate you out, dark eyes trained on every twitch of pleasure from your face. All of it rattled through your head along with images of the boys tangled up with one another. Soon, you couldn’t hear the music over the sound of daydream Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi panting and groaning in your ear, accompanied by your own desperate cries and mewls for more-

God, what is happening?!

The sound of clapping cut you out of your daze, and you blinked back to reality as the three Rap Line members set the mic down, only slightly out of breath.

“Okay, so we know who won.” Tae whistled. Everyone nodded in agreement while you gulped down as much water as you could, trying your best not to choke in the process.

“So as for voting-”

“I’ll just do the dishes.” You said hurriedly, standing up like a shot. All eyes were on you in an instant and you bit back a curse at how obvious you were making it apparent that something was wrong with you.

“Woah, Y/n…I can see your cheeks all flushed from here. Are you okay? I can do the dishes if you’ve got a fever. Do you want to hold my RJ?” Jin offered, frowning. You waved your hands at him, shooting them all an unconvincing disarming smile.

“I-I’m just a little hot. Go ahead and start dinner, I’m gonna wash my face.” You stuttered though the sentence before darting down the hall, muttering a few curses in your native tongue before you ducked in the bathroom.

“Get it together, Y/n! What are you doing, girl?” You scold yourself, splashing water on your face. You grip the counter, bowing your head down as you collect yourself. There was a gentle knock that interrupted you, followed by a concerned voice.

“Y/n, are you alright? Do you want me to run to the store and grab some medicine?”

You swung the door open, looking up at Namjoon’s concerned face before you pulled him inside with you closing it back with a little more force than you’d meant to. This did nothing to calm the fears no doubt racing through Namjoon’s head.

“What-”

“I know about you, Yoongi, and Hobi.” You blurted. Namjoon blinked, brows furrowing for a moment before realization dawned on him moments later.

“Wait-”

“I overheard last night.” You explained, smoothing your hands down on your pants as you held Joon’s gaze.

“I…I was going to tell you, I swear I’ve never cheated or anything, I would never-”

“I know. Yoongi also woke up last night. He told me everything. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head, Joon.” You stepped closer to him, never breaking eye contact.

“I never expected something like this, but I’m not opposed to it.” You finally tell him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Namjoon’s hands gravitated towards your hips instantly, surprise clear on his face.

“Are you serious?”

“I am. I wish you would’ve told me sooner, though. Instead of triple teaming me by singing sexy songs in front of all our best friends.” You teased. Namjoon hummed, a smile finally cracking onto his face.

“But where’s the fun in that?” He quipped, leaning down for a kiss. You happily kissed him back, giggling against his lips as he pulled you flush against him by your hips. You ran your fingers through his hair, licking at his bottom lip. Namjoon picked you up without warning, drawing a yelp from you as your legs wrapped around his waist. He set you on the counter of the sink, palms at either side of your thighs as he deepened the kiss, a low groan leaving his lips when you teasingly sucked on his tongue.

You two broke apart after a minute or so of the sloppy kiss, slightly out of breath as you looked into each other’s eyes.

“We’ll talk to Hobi and Yoongs about all of this in the morning, right?” You inquired. Namjoon nodded, kissing your head before the two of you quickly made your way out into the kitchen.

“Y/n, are you feeling better?”

Jimin was the first to notice you one you returned. You cleared your throat, nodding once.

“Sorry about that. Just got a bit light headed from the summer heat, it seems.” You lied, shuffling into the kitchen further to see what everyone was doing.

Jimin was slicing some strawberries and mangoes, gently dropping them in a bowl while Jungkook and Jin argued over whether the lamb or lobster should be cooked first. Tae was close to Yoongi, reading off the instructions of the pudding mix they bought while Hoseok washed off a rather large radish.

“Is that for some dongchimi?” You question, smiling when Hoseok nodded.

“I wanted to make something with a warm broth, so you’d feel better if you’re sick.” He grinned, rolling up his sleeves with a tender, yet determined look on his face. You felt your heart flutter for a moment, missing the proud smile on Namjoon’s face as he walked past you to take the spicy squid and pork out of the fridge.

“Can I help? I don’t want to stand around doing nothing.” You said, moving towards Hoseok. He frowned.

“But…you’re not feeling well.”

“I’d feel better if I was helping.” You countered.

Hoseok considered contesting the sentiment before he stepped aside, handing the radish to you. You took his place, getting to work cutting while Hoseok moved to dice some scallions. At some point, Jimin peeked over your shoulder, tilting his head.

“Hey, Y/n? Aren’t they a bit…big? The slices of radish are gonna take up the entire bowl.” He mused. You blinked and looked at the parts you cut, flustered when you realized they were, in fact, much too large for the banchan bowls. Hoseok brushed the sliced scallions into a mixing bowl before he looked over your shoulder, as well.

“That’s not too bad. Let’s doctor it up.” He hummed, walking behind you.

“Just relax, if you’re stiff, it’s gonna come out all chunky.” He told you, his breath tickling the back of your neck as he put his hands over yours, guiding you as you both sliced the radish.

You could feel the blush creeping up to your ears at the close proximity and intimacy. Yoongi watched you both out of the corner of his eye, a satisfied look on his face.

You swallowed thickly, noticing every fine detail now that you were so close to Hoseok.

The way his chin brushed against the top of your head as he helped you slice, the light scent of his cologne flooding your senses, the comforting warmth radiating off of his body.

Were Hobi’s hands always this soft?

“Oooh, are you flirting with Y/n, hyung?” Tae teased, dramatically popping a mango chunk into his mouth as he pointed in your direction. You bolted, nearly cutting your finger, had Hoseok not have tightened his grip on your hand.

“Keep teasing Y/n and I’ll tell Joon to cut down on how much meat you get today.” Hoseok scolded. Tae gasped, scandalized while Namjoon nodded from the grill he was setting up in the center of the dining room.

“I guess I’ll give all of your pieces to Y/n.“ He sighed, clearly kidding with the threat of less food. Tae still bowed in your direction like a child being scolded.

“Sorry, Y/n…”

You smiled.

“It’s alright, Taetae. Let’s get back to cooking, I know I’m starving.“

Tae agreed, maneuvering around the kitchen to grab everything he needed for the pudding.

Hobi smiled and nodded towards the cutting board.

“Let’s finish up, then. We have other things to slice.”

-x-

It took around an hour of shuffling around in the kitchen, hands brushing against your waist, Namjoon scolding the other boys for stealing food, and the usual chaos that came with cooking with Bangtan before dinner was done.

You squeezed yourself into a seat between Namjoon and Hoseok, digging in with the members cheerfully. It didn’t escape you how the boys had tactfully given you more food during dinner. You even took some initiative, reaching over the table to feed Yoongi a lettuce wrap.

You definitely noticed the way his tongue ran over the tips of your fingers as he took his bite, and part of you wondered if this was how flustered Namjoon was when you did the same to him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a small rose made out of sliced radish that seemingly appeared after Hoseok sat beside you. With a small smile, you admired it as you ate dinner.

Once everyone was full and satisfied, Namjoon hung back, as promised, to help you with dishes. He playfully bumped your arm with his a few times as you worked side by side. You sent him a playful glare, hip checking him while you put the plates away.

Together, you finished them in no time, sharing a few kisses like two reckless teens before heading back to the room to watch some movies before bed. Tomorrow, you’d definitely talk with Hoseok and Yoongi about this relationship and where it was headed.

-x-

Something shuffling beside you woke you up in the early hours of the morning, and part of you wondered why you couldn’t just a good night’s sleep without waking up mid way. The shuffling continued, followed by a sharp inhale and the telltale sound of kissing.

Curious, you cracked your eyes open, squinting in the darkness to figure out what all that movement was.

You got your answer when you heard the undeniable sound of a muffled moan. You could see Yoongi kissing and nibbling up the side of Hoseok’s neck, whispering something to him in a low, hushed tone. Hoseok shuddered, gripping Yoongi’s arm, and it was then that you noticed the fuller picture.

Yoongi had pressed himself close to Hoseok’s back, a small, devious smile playing at the corner of his lips as he lazily stroked Hoseok’s cock through the loose sweatpants he was wearing earlier.

“You gotta keep quiet, Hobi. You’re gonna wake up Y/n and Namjoon.” Yoongi purred, though he didn’t seem even remotely close to stopping. Hoseok bit back a curse, blunt nails raking down Yoongi’s arm as he thrusted into his hand.

“N-no one told you to start jacking me off, Yoongi.” He growled out, huffing out a low growl when Yoongi responded by rolling his thumb over the head of his cock, enjoying the opportunity to further tease him.

You bit your lip, squirming as you watched the subtle way Hoseok’s scolding melted away until he was gasping and whining in Yoongi’s ear, pleading for him to keep going. As your body heated up, you felt something firm nudging your ass, making your face ignite more when a low, groggy growl sounded off from above your head.

“You’re gonna wake Y/n.” He scolded, but you could tell he was more than enjoying the show.

“I…I’ve been awake.” Your voice cut through the sound of Hoseok’s moans and Yoongi muttered a startled ‘fuck’, stilling completely.

“Oh my god. Y/n, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” Yoongi pulled back, and you could see the embarrassed flush on his face. Hoseok sent him a pointed look, clearly frustrated his release was yanked away so suddenly.

“It’s okay.” You cut off his rambling, looking back at Namjoon. He noticed the way your eyes darkened in the moonlight streaming in through the window and only quirked his lips, nodding in their direction.

“We did say we’d work things out in the morning. It is technically morning.” He mused.

Smiling deviously, you turned your attention back to the other two confused rappers. You got on your hands and knees, moving to straddle Hoseok, unable to hold back the laugh that left your lips as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“What’s wrong? You woke me up, aren’t you gonna put me back to bed? Isn’t that what you sang to me earlier?” You teased, rolling your hips down. Hoseok grunted, his hands immediately moving to your hips as you continued grinding on him, sighing at the slight relief you got when you felt the thick outline of his cock rubbing against you with every grind.

“F-fuck…are we dreaming, Yoongs?” Hoseok shuddered, sitting up so he could press a kiss to the side of your neck. Yoongi having crawled behind you, leaned down to nip at the free side of your neck, drawing a gasp and a whimper from you.

“Don’t think so.” Was the low growl of a response. You cupped Hoseok’s cheeks, leaning down to kiss him. Normally you would be tentative and shy, especially kissing someone who was just a close friend less than 24 hours ago, but the ache between your legs and the sound of Yoongi and Namjoon kissing behind you was enough for you to throw whatever hesitation you had away instantly.

Hoseok didn’t seem to mind, his large hands dipping into your pj shorts, squeezing your ass firmly as he rolled his hips up. You whimpered against his lips, rubbing your breasts against his chest as he moved your hips. Your clothes were getting much too stuffy too fast, and Hoseok must have agreed, if the subtle tug at your shorts was anything to go by.

“Are you okay with going further?” He questioned once he broke your kiss, his lips damp. You nodded, glancing over your shoulder when you heard Namjoon cursing. Yoongi’s head had disappeared between his thighs, and you couldn’t help the pout and challenging sway of your hips as you looked back at Hoseok.

“We should have more fun, too.”

Satisfied with your eager response, Hoseok ran his hands up your shirt, tossing it to the side once you lifted your arms. You did the same with him, gasping in surprise when he lifted your lower body with one arm, sliding your shorts and panties down past your ass in one fluid motion. You wiggled your hips, discarding them in the same manner.

It surely would be interesting finding all your scattered clothes in the morning.

You pulled Hoseok’s sweatpants down, nearly salivating at how thick he was. Without thinking twice, you took him in your hand, stroking him slowly as your tongue flicked out, catching the bead of precum that nearly rolled down his head. Hoseok growled in response, his dark eyes holding your gaze as you made a show out of kissing the tip of his cock, with each kiss lingering longer until you have him a teasing suck, rolling your tongue over one of the veins you noticed. He shuddered, hips tensing before he bit his lip.

“You wanna suck my cock?”

“I am down here, sucking your cock, am I not?” You shot back sassily, a jolt of electricity running through you when you saw the way his jaw clenched.

“Turn around. If you’re gonna gag on my cock, I should at least be able to taste that pussy while you do, right? C’mon, move that ass for me baby girl.” Hoseok ordered. The authoritative tone in his voice and the low drip of lust in his tone made you move much quicker, turning eagerly for him.

You hardly had any time to get your mouth back on Hoseok’s cock before he grabbed your ass again, pulling you down until your pussy was right in his face, his tongue flicking out to give you long licks. You gasped, gripping his thighs, hips involuntarily rolling down for more. Hoseok chuckled, his nails digging into the flesh of your ass even more.

“Almost creamed your panties from grinding on me and now you wanna ride my face, baby girl? Do you want it that bad?”

“H-Hoseok, ah…stop teasing her and eat her out already.” Yoongi scolded, drawing your attention back to him and Namjoon. Joon had sat Yoongi in his lap, spreading the pale rapper’s legs as he stretched him open with his long fingers, a bottle of lube off to the side of Namjoon’s hip. He was sucking hickies into Yoongi’s shoulder, watching you and Hoseok with such an intense look, it made you sudder in Hoseok’s grip.

Hoseok obliged, his tongue rolling over your clit a few times before drifting lower, curling as it slid into your pussy. You mewled, taking hold of Hoseok’s girthy cock once more, deciding to forgo the teasing from before as you tested to see how far you could take him.

Your lips stretched around him, stroking whatever you couldn’t comfortably fit. Hoseok groaned against your pussy, slapping your ass once you started bobbing your head. You whimpered, clenching slightly around his tongue. Namjoon perked from his spot near Yoongi, grinning devilishly.

“Spank her, Hoseok. She loves it.” He instructed. You looked over at him, drool running down your chin once Hoseok started thrusting up into your mouth. Almost as soon as Namjoon told him, Hoseok’s large palm cracked against your ass, drawing a whine and a gasp as the sting sent a pleasurable shock throughout your body. Namjoon, satisfied after pulling his fingers from Yoongi’s slicked hole, lifted his hips, kissing the back of his neck as the Daegu rapper eased down on his cock.

Yoongi groaned, fists clenching as he stretched around him.

“G-god damn, it’s been a while, Joon.” Yoongi sighed, rolling his hips to adjust to the stretch. You moaned around Hobi’s cock, your free hand cupping his balls, rolling them in your palm as you eased more of his cock down your throat.

“H-Holy fuck, Y/n.” Hoseok hissed, running his nails down your ass, leaving you with a pleasurable burn. You shuddered, feeling close to cumming. From the way Hoseok’s balls drew up in your palm, you could tell he was close, too.

A few more minutes of you drooling over his cock while riding his face and Hoseok was growling against you once more, squeezing your ass hard as he raised his hips, cumming with a low, drawn out groan. You mewled against his cock, feeling him fill your mouth. You whimpered, thighs slightly clenching around Hoseok’s head as you came yourself, literally riding your orgasm out as you rutted against his lips. Hoseok shuddered, giving your ass soothing caresses as you eased off of his cock.

Eyes half lidded, you crawled over to Yoongi, who was nearly incomprehensible as he rode Namjoon, his eyes closed as his head rolled back onto Joon’s shoulder. While on your knees, you shuffled over to him, cupping his cheeks and waiting until he cracked open his lust blown eyes to look at you. You stuck your tongue out, showing him how you still had Hoseok’s cum in your mouth and he instantly knew what you were prompting him to do, leaning down to mold your lips together. His tongue instantly slid into your mouth, greedily sharing Hoseok’s cum as he dominated your mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Namjoon growled, snapping his hips up harder at the sight. Yoongi’s voice cracked against your lips and you took over the kiss, running your fingers through his silky, slightly damp hair. Yoongi reached around, spreading your cheeks, and the warmth behind you was a pleasant reminder that Hoseok still had more energy. He slid his cock between your legs, kissing the top of your head as he pushed into your tight pussy slowly.

“O-Oh my fucking god” You gasped, nearly biting Yoongi’s lip as Hoseok’s girth pushed into you. Hoseok kissed your head once more, holding your wrists back as he pushed in until his hips were flush against your ass.

“He feel good baby girl? You excited to be stuffed?” Namjoon purred, reaching around to stroke Yoongi’s cock as he watched the way your face changed once Hoseok started moving. It made his cock throb harder while inside of Yoongi.

“Y-Yes, oh my god yes!” You cried out, eyes rolling slightly as Hoseok started rocking into you with deep, hard thrusts. The only thing keeping you up was Hobi’s grip on your wrists. Your moans were shaky and loud, and the only thing that brought your volume down was Yoongi lacing his fingers in your hair, pulling you into a hard kiss. Whether it was to keep you from waking the others, or just because he wanted to claim your lips again didn’t matter.

The bed creaked in protest as the four of you fucked. At some point, Hoseok let your wrists go, chuckling darkly when your upper body slumped into the sheets, literally face down, ass up as he fucked you.

“God, your pussy is just swallowing my cock, baby.” Hoseok growled, giving your ass another firm slap. You whined, looking up and biting your lip when you saw Yoongi’s cock bobbing in your face as Namjoon fucked him.

You pushed yourself up to your elbows, leaning over to take Yoongi in your mouth, tilting your head and looking up at him through your lashes when his wide-eyed gaze flew down to you.

“Fuck, no no, I’m gonna cum if you-”

You slid further on his cock, shaking your hips for Hoseok as his thrusts curled up just right. You ignored Yoongi’s breathless pleas, the sound of Namjoon and Hobi’s voice encouraging you as you bobbed your head. You moaned and mewled with every thrust, the pleasure running through every inch of your body like electricity as you edged closer and closer to the edge.

“C’mon, throw that ass back for him baby, I can tell you’re close.” Namjoon instructed. You mewled, obediently spreading your legs further to move back, fucking yourself on Hoseok’s cock as you rolled your tongue along the underside of Yoongi’s cock.

Namjoon was the first to cum minutes after that, his grip on Yoongi’s hips near bruising as he held him in place. A long, shuddering growl left his lips. You came not to far after him, nearly at the same time as Yoongi as thick ropes of cum landed on your tongue. You swallowed every drop, still teasingly sucking him after he had finished to make sure he was fully satiated. His hand in your hair was enough to draw you off of him. Hoseok came last, pulling out and groaning as he came over the curve of your ass.

“Hoseok, did you just cum on her ass?” Yoongi inquired, arching a brow.

“I didn’t wanna be rude and cum inside of her!” Hoseok snipped back. You smiled lazily, shaking your ass.

“It’s fine. Maybe next time Joonie can show you two how much I enjoy being stuffed.” You tease. The three stare at you for a moment before Namjoon shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips.

“God, I love her.”

You all exchange smiles and small pecks, taking turns showering off. Namjoon took the liberty of changing the sheets, beckoning you over once you all were showered and dried off. You crawled back into bed, kissing his cheek while Yoongi slid in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You figured Hoseok was somewhere behind you and you smiled, settling in with a smile on your face, the pull of sleep taking you not too long afterwards.

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This -4

Im Jaebeom - Angst

Y/N doesn't want a relationship, especially not with an idol. Jaebeom only wants her.

Love after heartbreak and all the things that fall in between.

Angst, Cheating, Fluff, Smut

A new series inspired by lyrics, each chapter has a specific song that goes with it.

Chapter 1: Nice To Meet Ya

Chapter 2: Blood In The Cut

Chapter 3: Liability

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5: Only Love Can Hurt Like This

Chapter 4: That's Just The Way You Make Me Feel

You keep on asking me the same questions (why?)

And second guessing all my intentions

You've got the answers to my confessions

You know I love it, so please don't stop it

So real, so good, so fuckin' real

The way you make me feel Janel Monae.

He knew he fucked up and he didn't know what to do about it. He'd finally made some headway and now he was back to square one.

So, the next day he was back. Standing in front of your counter he held out a cup of Hotteok.

Before he could speak you jumped in, "See JB, the way this whole retail thing works is, you pick something you want that I'm selling, then give me money for it. Nowhere in the scenario do you bring me random shit just because."

Your eyes were red, he felt terrible, after only 2 conversations he'd already managed to hurt you.

"It's not random shit, it's an apology. I'm sorry I drew attention to you last night." he paused, "you don't deserve to be attacked like that."

You turned away trying to gain your composure, "The one thing I've learned through all this is to never apologize for showing your feelings. When you do, you're apologizing for the truth."

You looked back, "I've never apologized for loving Yoongi, because it was real whether people want to believe it or not."

You sighed, "You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't put the target on my back JB it's been there a while, I'm just sad because now you've got one too."

His heart sank when he realized that you weren't choosing loneliness to protect yourself, you were keeping your distance so he wouldn't get dragged into it.

He placed his large hand over yours as it lay on the counter. "There's only one thing that's going to make me walk away from you." He tipped your chin so you were forced to look into his eyes, "Tell me you don't want me here."

The door chimed, you were no longer alone.

"Like I said yesterday, it's bad business for me to chase away customers, stay as long as you want."

He smiled brightly, "That's not a no."

Taking the Hotteok from the counter you were still unsure, but he was right, it wasn't a no.

………………………

Standing at the bar in the exact spot you'd met him, you'd hoped he'd be here tonight. You felt like a desperate fool with a schoolgirl crush.

Three days had passed since you'd last seen him and despite your best efforts, you found yourself missing him. You hated the way your heart hurt, of course he'd given up why would this be a surprise?

A hand reached around placing a drink on the bar in front of you. "You look like you could use this, still pining over Min Yoongi?"

"Actually I'm waiting for a friend Minho."

"I could be your friend tonight Y/N. I guarantee I can get you to stop thinking about him," he grabbed your ass.

"No thanks, I don't think 5 minutes in your bed will change my world."

He grabbed the drink back, "No wonder he cheated on you, you're such a bitch."

Dumb, Dumb, Dumb...you'd let your guard down and everything was feeling all too personal. Shooting back the last of your Soju you grabbed your jacket and made for the exit.

"You're not leaving when I just got here?"

Your traitorous heart fluttered, "I didn't know I was supposed to be waiting."

His grin got bigger, "Are you mad because maybe you actually missed me a little?"

Mad, sad, who could tell them apart anymore?

"Yeah, actually I am and I'm livid with myself for it."

He put his hand on your waist, "Hey, I'm sorry, I got called for re shoots."

His thumb rubbed over your hip soothingly, "I only have your work number...I just got back and I was hoping you'd be here"

A voice shouted from across the bar "Don't waste your time on that one JB, come sit with us"

You closed your eyes trying to keep the tears at bay, "You heard the man. I'm leaving anyway, I guess I'll see ya around."

Shooting a look at Minho he ran out the door to catch up with you.

Standing at the curb waiting for a cab he reached his hand out to you. "I wanted to be with you tonight, and I'm pretty sure you wanted to be with me. It's still early, let's go somewhere okay, can we still do that?"

Placing your hand in his, "Only if we're alone...and there's alcohol."

He smiled victorious, "I think I know a place."

Walking up the crowded street you felt better, anonymous. He kept squeezing your hand making sure you hadn't slipped away.

"Right here," he stopped in front of a pink neon lit Karaoke Bar.

"Karaoke? I think one of us has an extremely unfair advantage JB."

"Don't worry I'll let you win."

Stepping closer to him you kissed his cheek, "Why are you being so nice to me JB?"

"Y/N, why do you keep questioning my motives?"

His hand ran up your arm, "I hate that you've been mistreated for so long that you don't realize what normal behavior is."

He held the door open for you, "How's a private room and bottle service sound?"

................................

You consumed copious amounts of Grey Goose as you took turns performing for one another. What you lacked in vocal talent you made up for in your ability to mimic choreography.

"I think I've lost my voice," you shouted after your efforts to sing Itzy's Wannabe.

"I'm going to have to tell JYP about you, maybe with some training you can debut next year and come on tour with us," he laughed.

He queued up the next song, "Come here, I want to dance with you."

You moved into his waiting arms and allowed yourself to surrender to his pursuits. His song came on and you laughed, "it's so cheesy Jaebeom-ah!"

He sang anyway,

Our love will lead the way for us

If the road ahead is not so easy

Like a guiding star

I'll be there for you if you should need me

You don't have to change a thing

I love you just the way you are

You let your head rest on his chest, his heartbeat was louder, more important than the words he was singing.

Glad he was holding you up, you felt a little drunk, a little in love and for once, you weren't going to stop yourself.

He kissed the top of your head and held on a little tighter, "So does this mean you'll finally give me your number?"

You looked up at him nodding, locking eyes he moved slowly closer, lips almost touching ...until his phone went off.

He frowned, "Fuck, it's management. Sorry I've got to check in. Just stay in my arms ok?"

"You're going to read texts over my shoulder? How romantic," you jibed, but you didn't break away.

JYP: Dispatch has reached out to us for comment regarding a new dating scandal. They were tipped off that you were with Y/N at Cakeshop Night Club tonight and now they are outside of the Karaoke bar waiting for photos. We need to discuss your intentions immediately. A car will pick you up in 15 mins, wait inside for security. Do not leave the building together as it is still controllable speculation.

You could feel his body react to what he was reading, deep breaths, tensed muscles and finally pulling you in tightly. "What is it J?"

"I've got to get you out of here, the press are outside"

He handed you his phone, "add your number."

But JYPs text was still open and you saw every word.

You keyed in your info and switched it off before handing it back.

You breathed deep, "You know, sneaking in and out of buildings is my specialty," You put your hand over his heart and gave a sad smile.

"Don't worry about me. I'm sure there's a back entrance, I'll just grab a cab home. If you go out the front they'll be too busy taking photos of you, they'll never notice me."

You tried to sound confident and uncaring so he'd do what was best but Jaebeom had his own plan.

"Get your stuff, we're going out the front together."

He pulled your hand through the bar and out the front door. Lights flashed as they took their photos for tomorrow's headlines.

Hailing a cab he leaned over and kissed your lips, "I'm going to call you as soon as I can okay?"

You weren't okay, your first kiss would be your last kiss. Your smile hid the stabbing pain in your heart, you knew it was over before it had started.

"Jaebeom," you called him back after he closed the car door behind you, "It's been a really great time."

He smiled and waved.

Getting into the companies blacked out Suburban he was happy, he was going to stand his ground.

He'd felt bad that your first kiss had been under these circumstances so he opened his phone to text you a quick apology.

Searching the contacts he found your entry, "I'm sorry" with random numbers underneath.

#Jaebeom #jaebum #got 7 #im jaeboem #got 7 jaebeom

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honeybearloco · 4 years

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— “...Grounded Forever.” (M)

title → “...grounded forever.” (m)

pairing → hyoeun x female reader.

synopsis → pt.2 of i know, (x)

word count → 2.8k.

warnings → SMUT !! just fingering

a/n → i honestly feel so much better. like genuinely, it feels really good to be back. i’m not semi back, IM BACK 100% this blog is my number one priority again just like it was when i first started it back !! i miss writing for this blog. i got three hyoeun so i decided to mixed them all into one.

“Hyoeun! You’re back!” You sprung up from your chair, running toward the door, jumping into the arms of Hyoeun. He let out a small laugh, wrapping his arms around your frame.

Your brother rolled his eyes, setting down his backpack across the room, “I’m back too!”

“Shut up, no one cares,” You teased. Hyoeun unraveled his arms around you, setting down his backpack on the sofa, “Sorry the tour lasted longer than we thought. It’s so good to be back. But of course, I got you a little something.”

He unzipped his backpack, pulling out a polaroid camera. You let out a small gasp, “You didn’t.”

“I saw it in a shop window and I couldn’t help but think about you, so I got it for you,” He explained, placing the camera in your hands, “(Brother’s Name) told me not to get it for you but I couldn’t help it. I hope you like it.”

“Hyoeun, I love it! Thank you so much! This will make studying abroad better! I’m going to go put it in my room. I’ll be right back and then we can talk about the tour.” You rushed to your room, placing the camera down.

Hyoeun’s eyes landed on your brother who stood in the kitchen with a glare, “You know, I’m getting really tired of this crush you have on Y/N.”

“Hey, shut up. She might hear you,” Hyoeun whispered violently.

Your brother rolled his eyes, grabbing a bottle of water as well as an apple, “You should tell her soon. She’ll be heading off to the states to study in a few days. And then it’ll be months before we get to see her again. You better confess now or she’ll find a man in the states.”

“She wouldn’t do that, right?”

“We don’t know for sure. Life happens.”

It was pretty obvious that Hyoeun had a thing for you. At first, he didn’t think anything of it. He blew it off, believing he just felt bad for you. Just a few months ago, your highschool sweetheart dumped you over text and he was there for you throughout the whole thing. You don’t know where you would be without him.

Hyoeun had always seen you as a little girl, but after that, he began to see you for the woman you had become. The strong, independent woman who didn’t need anyone. Miss Independent was what he had called you.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you in more than a friendly way.

“Thanks, B/N, that’s totally what I wanted to hear.”

You made yourself known, almost skipping into the room, “What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” B/N lied, taking a gulp of his water and heading to his room down the hall. You looked to Hyoeun, “What was that about?”

“Nothing. He’s just being a dumbass. Hey, you wanna get out of here and do something. I’ve been cooped up all day getting here. Let’s go out and do something.”

“Okay! Just let me change!”

“No time for that. You look fine, let’s go, Y/N,” He reached out, taking your hand into his, pulling you out of your shared apartment with your brother. You let out a small yelp, following him nevertheless, not thinking twice.

You and Hyoeun spent several hours out on the town, doing the same old shit the two of you love to do. Go to the cinema and make fun of chick flicks, whoop his ass at air hockey at the arcade, eat street food until you were tired. And you sure did eat a lot.

He was paying.

But you ate a little too much, upsetting your stomach. Your upset stomach growled back at you, making you whine as pain settled in. You placed your head on Hyoeun’s shoulder, “My tummy hurts.”

“That’s because you ate so much so fast. I told you to slow down but you didn’t listen to me,” He teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, “And on top of that, you downed it all with soju. B/N would kill me if he found out I let you have soju.”

“I’m a big girl~!” You responded, a hmph leaving your lips, making Hyoeun smile, “Sure you are, Y/N. You’re the biggest best girl there ever was. But you’re not a woman because women don’t refer to their stomach as tummies.”

You nodded your head in protest, “This little woman does~!”

“You’re so cute,” He said softly, hoping you wouldn’t hear, but of course you had. You may have been a bit tipsy but that didn’t mean your senses weren’t working.

“Thank you,” You hiccuped.

“Alright, Little Woman. Let’s get you home.”

Some time along the way, you found yourself riding his back on the way back to your apartment. As you arrived, you noticed your brother’s car missing, “He probably went go see his girlfriend or something.”

“I was hoping he would be here to tuck you into bed,” Hyoeun admitted.

You rested your chin on the top of his head, “You can’t tuck me into bed?”

“I’m not even allowed in your room, Y/N,” Hyoeun mentioned.

“Yeah, when B/N’s here. But he’s not. You can chill in my room now though.”

“I don’t know,” He added.

“It’s fine. Don’t be a pussy.”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright. Fine, I’ll tuck you into bed. But you have to promise you’ll go to bed.”

“I promise.”

And that was a lie. As soon as you walked into your room, you felt ten times better, making Hyoeun sit on the edge of your bed as you walked across your room, showing him things you picked up, collected and took pictures of while he was on tour.

“You did all this while I was on tour?” He questioned.

“Yeah. You were gone for a while. And I didn’t have a friend to talk to. I even got a tattoo. Wanna see?”

“You got a tattoo?!”

You nodded, taking off your jacket to reveal a white tank top. You walked closer to him, showing the tattoo on your shoulder, “Some of it is covered.” You took off one of the straps to allow him to see the full tattoo. His eyes widened by your action. He gulped deeply trying to focus on your tattoo, removing any other thoughts out of his head.

The tattoo was of a rose and a crescent moon. Upon noticing your tattoo, he noticed a deep purple bruise just next to it, that looked as if it was formed just a few days prior, “Y/N, what’s that?”

“My tattoo?”

“No, what’s next to it.”

You looked down at your shoulder noticing the medium-sized bruise, “Oh it’s a bruise. I got it a couple of days ago. I think I um...I um...I ran into the door and hit shoulder first.”

“You’re lying to me. Where did you get that bruise? And if you tell me another lie so help me god, Y/N!”

Your head fell below your shoulders, unable to look him in the eyes.

“He came over to get me back.”

Hyoeun had already known who he was, “He put his hands on you?!”

“He grabbed my shoulder when I tried to walk away from him. I don’t think he meant it so I didn’t say anything. But hey, it’s okay. He’s gone and he’s never coming back. Hyoeun, I’m okay now. Hey, look at me.” You quickly picked your head up, placing both of your hands on either side of his face, making him look to you.

You could see the anger expression in his eyes, almost angry enough to kill.

“He still put his hands on you and for that I’m going to kill him!”

You shook your head at him, placing your hands on his shoulders to sit him down, “Please don’t. Don’t do anything stupid! I know how you get, you’ll get all riled up and you won’t stop until there’s blood. You can’t go to jail! I won’t get to see you everyday when I leave to study abroad. And if you’re in jail how will I get to tell you how I feel?”

“How...how you feel?” He repeated, earning a nod from you. “I love you Hyoeun. I really do. And I know you don’t feel the same about me. I know I’m just your best friend’s baby sister and I but I―”

“I love you too, Y/N,” He interrupted.

“You...do?”

“I have since your break up. I know it was wrong of me to have these feelings for you. For one, you’re B/N’s baby sister and two, you were going through a hard time. I didn’t want to somewhat manipulate you into loving me,” He added.

“You know, this isn’t how I pictured confessing to you. I always thought it would be the day I leave. You’d chase me down in the airport, confess and then tell me you love me and then we’d kiss.”

He let out a laugh, “And then cue the 360 spinning camera. I’m sorry our confessions weren’t like a drama.”

“It’s okay, I think I like this much better,” You giggled.

He wrapped a gentle arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You felt your face get hot. You could feel his breath on your face. You had never been so close, “Hyoeun...”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please...I mean yes,” You corrected yourself, nervously. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You felt your body explode, butterflies had turned into large birds, their wings flapping roughly in your stomach.

You had waited for this moment and it was finally happening. You deepened the kiss, lightly pushing Hyoeun back onto your bed.

With your lips still attached, he flipped you over, allowing himself on top. He pulled away from your lips, opening his eyes staring down at your frame. Your eyes shot open, your eyes looking into his roaming eyes. You felt nervous under her eyes.

You closed your legs tightly, biting down on your bottom lip. Hyoeun looked into your eyes, “Y/N, I...I can’t. B/N will kill me.”

“Hyoeun, I’m an adult. B/N can’t control me anymore. And you shouldn’t let him control you either. We’re both adults here and I’m giving you permission, that should be the only permission you should need tonight. No one else’s.”

You sat up slightly, wanting to press your lips on his again only for him to push you back down. As your back hit the cold duvet on your bed, chills went down your spine as you gulp.

“Can I take care of you tonight?”

“But what if I want to take care of you too?”

He leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss onto the bruise on your shoulder, lightly. You closed your eyes, taking in his touch.

“Taking care of you tonight will be enough for me. I want to show you that I really do love you and I want you to feel every inch of my love,” He whispered against your skin, before leaving a trail of sweet, passionate kisses from your bruised shoulder up to your neck.

You simply nodded your head, leaning your head to the side to allow him more access. You feel your heart race, the sound thumping sounding throughout your body. You were sure he could hear it too, as you felt him smirk against your neck.

You reached up to his shirt, tugging lightly.

“Do you want me to take it off,” He questioned, his face still in your neck.

“Yes, please,” You answered. He removed himself from you, sitting up. He slipped his shirt off, allowing it to fall on the floor, “Don’t drool now.”

“Shut it,” You giggled, sitting up and removing your shirt and bra with ease, allowing them to fall onto the floor next to Hyoeun’s shirt, his eyes falling onto your chest.

“Hey! Don’t stare,” You blushed, covering your chest with your arms. “Hey, don’t cover your chest now. Don’t get all shy and cute. Lay down for me again.”

You did as he said, your nipples hardening. He kissed down your neck. He left hickeys and marks along the way down your chest, marking you as his. A small sigh left your lips as he continued to leave marks where no one but the two of you could see them.

Feeling accomplished, he continued to move his lips down, inching ever so slowly to your warmth.

And that’s when you had heard the front door slam shut, followed by a call of your name, “Y/N! Did you make it home yet?! Hyoeun didn’t answer his phone and I wanted to make sure you made it home!”

Your eyes shot open as you quickly jumped up, rushing toward your room door and locking it. “Y-Yeah I’m fine. I made it back a couple of hours ago! Maybe...maybe Hyoeun went to sleep or something. He sure was tired when he dropped me off,” You lied, your eyes looking back to the sin-filled eyes of Hyoeun, approaching you slowly yet seductively.

You could already see the devilishly look in his eyes. You shook your head at him. He gently pushed you against the door.

“Hyoeun, B/N is home. Don’t try anything,” You violently whispered to him, a smirk forming on his face, “Just don’t be too loud and we have nothing to worry about. You gonna be a good girl for me? Huh?”

“Hyoeun...” You trailed off.

“Y/N, did you say something?” You heard your brother’s voice once more.

“N-N-No! I was just...talking to myself. Just a bit sleep deprived and I’m talking how stressed I’ll probably be studying in the states,” You rambled, going on and on to distract yourself and trying your hardest to make your brother believe you.

As you rambled, Hyoeun dropped to his knees in front of you, pulling down your shorts and panties. He placed soft kisses on either of your thighs before giving your warmth a deep, long lick, interrupting you midsentence. You let out a loud gasp followed by a loud curse. Hyoeun grinned at your reaction.

“Y/N? You okay?! Is everything okay?!” B/N asked in a panic.

“Y-Yeah. Everything is fine. I just dropped something on the carpet. I’ll clean it.”

“You’re acting weird. Are you sure you’re okay?!”

“I-I’m fine, Y/N.”

Hyoeun wrapped his arms around your legs, making sure to hold them in place as he latched onto your clit. Your body jolted slightly, soft mewls leaving your lips.

You slapped a hand over your mouth closing your eyes tightly to keep from moaning. Hyoeun allowed his tongue to twirl around your clit before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently.

You uncovered your mouth, trying to keep your voice to a whisper, but your heavy breathing making it hard, “Fuck you’re so good at this. I wonder how many times you’ve done this. Is this your first time finding the clit?” You joked.

He removed himself, unraveling one of his hands to land a hard smack directly to your clit, making you let out a loud yelp followed by a whine.

“You just wanna get caught huh?” He smirked.

“What the fuck was that?!” B/N questioned, his voice now on the other side of the door, frightening you.

“It...I was just watching a trailer for a new horror movie coming out soon. We...We....ah...we should go watch a movie soon or something before I go to the states to...ah...study,” You pant out during moans, making B/N scratch the back of his head, as he listened closely. Perhaps too close.

He could make out soft pants and shallow moans. He couldn’t believe it, “Y/N, are you...watching porn?”

“W-What? No! I...” You trailed off trying to defend yourself from the ultimate embarrassment, only for Hyoeun to slap your thigh this time. “Y-Yes. I am. I...I’m an adult and I can watch whatever I wanna...w-watch and I won’t be judged...by you! You...you....fuck...you have Playboy magazines that you fap all day to! Let me watch a...damn porno!”

B/N stood in utter shock and embarrassment for what felt like forever, Hyoeun managing to slip two fingers deep into your warmth, making you arch your back.

“I’m...gonna go to sleep. You...you have fun,” B/N finally chimed, heading to his room and shutting the door behind him. All he wanted was to forget those words even came out of your mouth, but he knew it would be forever engraved in his mind.

Hyoeun fingered you at a rapid pace, already feeling you clenching around his fingers. Your legs were beginning to shake as your small bundle of nerves couldn’t hold in all of the pressure anymore.

You let go, one hand onto the doorknob, the other clawing at the door. Hyoeun continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, dragging your orgasm out for as long as he could, a small giggle leaving his lips, “Sorry for embarrassing you.”

“Hyoeun, I told him I was watching pornos. After this, I’m grounded forever.”

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the five keys to im changkyun

⋈ pairing: changkyun x reader ⋈ word count: 4,361 ⋈ genre: fluff/mild angst ⋈ notes: happy birthday, changkyun. i love you endlessly ♥

1. He has a strict No Bullshit Policy

Im Changkyun was intimidating.

Or distracted. You weren’t sure. He was staring directly at you, his dark eyes piercing into yours, but you couldn’t tell if he was looking right through you or straight into you. He didn’t smile much, hadn’t really all night except for when you had walked into the restaurant and he had waved from where he was waiting for you. You figured this wasn’t a good sign for a first date, but right now you felt like you knew nothing, neither about dating nor about Changkyun.

The date had been set up by mutual friends, so of course you knew the basic details – age, occupation, the fact that he had spent some of his life abroad. You knew his name, obviously, and that, according to your friends, he was hardworking, funny, and nice enough (their words, not yours).

Now you could put not very talkative onto the list.

He asked short but pointed questions, somehow getting you to talk about yourself and your life nonstop without even realizing it. You had told him everything about your school, your job, your hobbies, your family’s dog. Except for the dog and your preference for dark and eerie stories nothing seemed to have piqued his interest. Meanwhile, you felt like you were forgetting if his name was Changkyun or Changkyeon because of how little he was revealing about himself.

You glanced at your watch. Only twenty minutes had passed since you had arrived and it seemed like you were already running out of first-date-topics. You also realized that a movie about your life would most likely be a rather short film.

“I’m sorry, are you in a rush?”

Your head snapped up and your eyes met Changkyun’s unchanged stoic gaze. You felt yourself blushing.

“N-no. It just seems like I’m the only one talking and I felt a little bad.”

“Don’t.” The corner of Changkyun’s mouth twitched. “I’m just trying to get past the surface so we can talk about the important things.”

You blinked, taken aback. Too confused to feel your own nervousness anymore, you sat back in your chair, crossing your arms, and stared at him.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Sure.” Changkyun leaned back the same way you just had but his hands remained on the table between you. “I don’t care about your school or your work.”

“That’s nice,” you snorted sarcastically.

“What I mean is,” he continued, completely undeterred, “of course I want to know what you do, but that’s not what I want to talk about to get to know you. I won’t fall in love with you because of what you do. I want to know who you are.”

“But isn’t what I do part of who I am?” you argued, trying hard to ignore the way your heart had fluttered at his last sentence. Mentally, you were still adding to the list: a little complicated, but cute.

“Interesting.” Changkyun grinned at you. “Please demonstrate.”

“For example, it could tell you that I love books.”

“Most people love books, or will claim that they do.”

“Or what my goals for the future are.”

“But I won’t know if you’ll achieve those goals until that future comes. It doesn’t tell me much about who you are now.”

“It tells you that I have dreams.”

“It tells me that you can afford to dream.”

You were stunned. Not because of the way he obnoxiously shot down every point you made, but because you were starting to see his. A little begrudgingly you added quick-witted and blunt.

“Fine.” You gestured to the waiter to get you another bottle of soju. “Since you want to talk about the important things, how about you start asking the important questions.”

You thought you saw surprise flash across Changkyun’s face before his grin grew wider.

“All in?” he asked and you nodded.

“All in.”

“Okay. What do you think is the worst thing you can do to a person? Aside from obvious things like murder and violence and all that.”

You used the time it took Changkyun to fill both of your glasses to think about your answer. You clinked your glass to his and emptied it in one sip.

“Leaving someone hanging. You know, leaving them wondering.”

Changkyun set his glass down, obviously intrigued. “How do you mean?”

You shrugged and reached for the bottle, smirking when you could hear him chuckle.

“Well played.”

“I mean just disappearing out of someone’s life suddenly,” you explained while pouring another round. “Not gradually, especially if it’s mutual. And not even if it’s someone you’ve only known a couple of weeks or whatever. But when you’re close and the other person is trying to get in touch and you just ignore them, making them wonder if it was them or you or what.” You looked up at him. “Or if you just died.”

Changkyun made a sound somewhere between choking and laughing. “So, ghosting?”

“I guess,” you said, although it felt deeper than that.

“You been ghosted then?” Changkyun lifted his glass and you hit it with yours, hard.

“One too many times, my friend.”

“It’s a wound that doesn’t heal easily,” he agreed and watched you take your shot before drinking himself. You pointed at him with your glass still lodged between your thumb and middle finger.

“Wounds can only heal once you stop bleeding. Hearts can only heal once you stop wondering.”

Changkyun looked at you quietly, intently, differently, as if he had lost the ability to look past the barrier right behind your eyes. As if just five minutes ago he had thought that a map of you had been lying in front of him for him to study freely, but with just a few words from the deepest, darkest corner of your soul, the map had been set aflame and now all he could do was stare at the ashes.

“Did you learn that in school or at your job?” he asked challengingly once he had recovered from the shock of breaking through the surface.

“I already took your point so stop mocking me,” you replied, maybe a little harsher than you had intended. Changkyun nodded softly and leaned forward, his hands moving as well, moving closer to yours. Somehow this made you nervous again, made you feel like he was closing in on you, made you realize that no version of you – the versions you were around friends, family, employers, classmates – would be able to make it through this date. Changkyun required a new version, a rawer, more straightforward, more vulnerable version of you. There was no room for white lies and shallow emotions, no space for anything that wasn’t completely and unadulteratedly you.

You poured both of you another drink.

“So, how’s your heart been recently?” you asked and Changkyun seemed oddly pleased at your invasive question. He clinked his glass to yours and twenty minutes turned into one hour, and then two, and before you knew it night turned into day and the bright sunlight stung in your eyes as you and Changkyun exited the restaurant. He put his jacket around your shoulders as he searched the empty streets for a taxi to send you home in.

Well-mannered. Kind. Interesting.

“I really want to see you again,” he suddenly said and turned to you. “Can I call you?”

“Please do,” you smiled, pulling his jacket tighter around your body. The stench from the smoky restaurant mixed with his cologne and somehow you couldn’t think of a more comforting smell in the crisp morning air. Changkyun was still looking at you, his eyes devoid of all mocking and mischief.

“You’re a fascinating person.”

You gave a hollow laugh. “You’re probably the first person to think that.”

He stepped even closer. “It’s their loss for not getting to know who. you. are.” He emphasized every one of the last three words with a light touch of his index finger to your forehead. Then, his fingertips slowly wandered down the side of your face until his palm rested on your cheek, firm and warm. You could feel his hot breath on your face and his gaze still desperate to explore every corner of you, inside and out. You fell into him without hesitation, closing your eyes when his other arm readily caught you and held you close to him.

Honest. Caring. Broken.

A damn good kisser.

2. You will discover many unexpected sides to him

“Babe?” Changkyun dropped his backpack in the hallway and kicked off his shoes. He listened into the apartment, and when there was no reply he tried again. “Baby?”

He let out a quiet hmph before thinking to check his phone for messages.

Stopped to get groceries on the way back, be there soon!

A sudden giddiness overcame Changkyun. He was alone. In your apartment. For the first time. It had only been about three months since you had started dating (117 days since he had kissed you on your first date – an app on his phone kept count of all your firsts, even though he would rather die than show you), and only two weeks since you had presented him with the code to your home. Just in case. You hadn’t specified what that case might be. Just in case you were running late, like today? Just in case he suddenly got the urge to see you in the middle of the night and didn’t want to ring you out of bed?

Just in case he was going to move in in the future?

Changkyun walked into the empty kitchen to get a glass of water, then he walked into the empty bedroom to get a change of clothes from the part of the closet you had cleared for him. He already was very comfortable in your apartment – it looked like you, smelled like you, felt like you. It put him at ease, made him feel safe, made him feel at home.

Everything about you did.

He shed himself of his clothes in the bedroom, leaving them in the hamper next to your closet. Then, he walked naked into the bathroom – a habit he had considered leaving at the dorm but so far you hadn’t complained. It did, however, tend to interfere with him – and you – going about your respective business way more often than it did at the dorm.

Changkyun put the change of clothes on the toilet seat and turned to the shower. He fleetingly remembered that you had had some issue with the hot water and briefly considered calling you to ask if it had been fixed. But then he noticed that he had left his phone in the bedroom and laziness took over – he would find out soon enough.

You walked into the door just as the blood-curdling scream echoed through all parts of Seoul south of the river. A little panicked, you dropped your bags and barely managed to get your boots off of your feet before stumbling into the hallway to start looking for its origin.

“Changkyun?” you called out, instinctively heading toward the bathroom. The door was unlocked so you just barged in, finding him standing on your bath mat looking like a drowned rat. He was trying to wrap himself into a towel and it only took one second for you to realize what had happened.

“Cold water?” you asked and he gritted his teeth at you.

“Freezing water.”

You opened your mouth to tease him a little, but a violent knock on the door stopped you. Giving Changkyun one last amused look, you trotted back to the entrance and opened the door to an alarmed lady who lived two doors down.

“Is everything okay?” she asked breathlessly. “I heard a woman scream.”

The corners of your mouth rose slowly as you processed the words.

“Yes, I apologize,” you replied, already dying to tell Changkyun about the exchange. “That was just my boyfriend. He forgot about the water.”

“Your boy-“ the lady started but then cleared her throat. “The water, yes. Yes.”

You watched her shuffle back toward her own apartment and closed the door. Changkyun was standing a few feet behind you, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, idly toweling his hair dry. From the look on his face you could tell that he had heard every word.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled. You laughed lightly, walked over to him, and kissed his ice-cold lips.

“Come on, lady screams,” you giggled and ushered him toward the kitchen. “I’ll make us a nice, hot stew.”

3. He will never let you see him cry

It was past 2 am when the unrelenting vibrations of your phone tore you from a deep sleep. Behind you was a late shift at work that had kept you from your bed until well after midnight, ahead of you an 8 am lecture. And in between those two things was Kihyun’s name stubbornly claiming its place on your display. With a groan you accepted the call and put the phone to your ear.

“Someone better be dead.”

There was a short pause. “No.”

He sounded tired and solemn, and you sighed. He probably hadn’t even picked up on the fact that you were joking.

“What’s up?”

“It’s Changkyun.”

You sat up straight in your bed. Suddenly you were wide awake, your heart beating in your throat.

“What happened?”

You could almost hear the shrug through the line. “You know how he gets. I think he got some bad news from home. He just up and left without a word.”

“Did you try calling him?”

“Yes. His phone’s off.”

You were halfway out of bed. “I’m gonna go look for him.”

“And where are you going to start?” Kihyun countered, his voice strained with worry and exhaustion. You sank back against your pillow.

“Then why did you call me, Kihyun?”

“I- I don’t know,” he stuttered. “I just thought you should know. You’re his – you know.”

“His special friend?”

“Well, yeah, that too,” his voice reflected the soft, amused smile playing on his lips, “But more importantly, you get him. Also, it’s nice to know someone worries about him as much as I do.”

You chuckled. “I could never love him the way you guys do.”

“Shut up.”

There was another short pause. You could feel the pain spreading in your chest, the pain of not knowing, the pain of doubting yourself, the pain of love. Sometimes you still felt like Changkyun wasn’t opening up all the way, like he kept part of himself hidden. And you were afraid that it was because of you, that you were lacking in a way that made him shut you out. You weren’t naïve enough to think that you could ever truly and completely know someone. But you also knew that certain things that people tried to keep hidden for whatever reasons had a tendency to descend on a relationship with a vengeance – it was only a matter of time.

“Are you still there?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed hard. “Please let me know as soon as-“

You looked up when the bedroom door opened. Your heartbeat fastened for a second before you registered the thin, shadowy figure that had just slipped into the room was none other than your not-so-long-lost boyfriend.

“Kihyun,” you said in a low voice, “we’re okay.”

“Okay,” came Kihyun’s brief answer before he hung up the phone. You placed your own device on the nightstand and silently watched as Changkyun took off his sweater and jeans. Without a word, he crawled into bed next to you and pulled the covers over both of your bodies. Then, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your chest, his breath warm against your skin through the cotton of your shirt.

“Changkyun?” you whispered eventually but only got a shake of the head in response. Knowing better than to push him, you found a comfortable position and draped one arm around his back while the hand of the other arm found his soft hair. You stroked his head gently, the utter silence in your bedroom only interrupted by occasional yawns and ragged sighs.

After a few minutes, you could feel the fabric underneath Changkyun’s face getting damp, his hot tears burning their way through your chest, drowning your heart. You held on to him tighter so he could feel you, so he knew you were there, knew that you knew. Knew that you would give anything to be able to absorb his feelings and lock them away in your own body so they could never torture him again.

You knew he would do the same for you.

“Changkyun?” you breathed, locks of his hair curled around your fingertips. “Can you look at me?”

“No. Not yet,” he replied, his deep voice muffled by your shirt and his restraint.

“Okay,” you said, and you truly felt like it was. There were things Changkyun was still keeping from you, for reasons beyond your understanding. But they were becoming fewer and fewer with every passing week, every passing day, every passing moment. There was still so much to learn about Im Changkyun and that was okay.

You had time.

4. His love language needs no words

Words sometimes did not come easy for Changkyun. Lyrics flowed out of him like a mountain spring, as did the strings of curse words when he was losing to Minhyuk in some game or other. But there were things that he just could not say easily, or rather, they sounded empty in his ears and tasted stale on his tongue. He never said things like your hair looks nice or that is a pretty shirt. When he did use words, they were the kind that took you by surprise and shook you to the core. They were accompanied by passionate looks and, more often than not, painfully intimate gestures regardless of your surroundings. Changkyun knew how to make you dizzy with only a few words and a hand too low on your hip and his lips too close to your ear. You were aware that he usually did this to tease you, rile you up in public so he could take you home as soon as possible and let his body show you all the ways he appreciated you.

Changkyun was oh so good at expressing himself without words.

The way he kissed your cheek as a silent thank you or how he pulled you into a tight embrace when you came through the front door with a weary look on your face and slouching shoulders; welcome home, baby. You did great today.

When you helped him clean his studio, he would mumble an almost inaudible be right back, only to come back fifteen minutes later with take-out food and your favorite from the coffee shop around the corner. And although he claimed that he did not care for birthdays and their tacit requirements, he often came back from tour – or just from a trip to the store – with a book he knew you had been looking for, or a piece of jewelry with your birthstone, or simply your favorite candy from every country he regularly visited.

All of those things were small testaments to his feelings, sweet reminders that he cared and thought about you wherever he went. And you appreciated this, much more so than grand but artificial gestures whose impact was ultimately just as short-lived as the flowers that usually accompanied them. Changkyun’s style may have been a bit more muted and practical, but it was real, it was true, it was him.

And that was all you ever wanted.

“What’s wrong?” you asked when you noticed him staring at you from the other side of the sofa. You were both curled up underneath the same blanket watching a movie. He had just returned from Thailand early that morning and you had spent the entire day in bed, catching up on sleep and catching up on love. Now you were both in a weird state of exhaustion and relaxation, and neither of you was paying all that much attention to the TV, but that was okay because you were together.

“Nothing.” Changkyun sat up abruptly and less than a second later he was hovering above you, looking down at you with all the yearning, all the craving of the past few weeks. You smiled up at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Changkyun chuckled and locked you into a tight hug, his weight pressing you into the soft cushions. You sighed contentedly and wrapped your arms around him, feeling his heart beat against your chest. He pressed his lips to the skin of your neck.

“I missed you,” you whispered against his shoulder.

“I love you,” he replied, his mouth finding yours.

You melted into the kiss, and even though they were nice to hear, Changkyun really did not need words to tell you how much he loved you.

5. He will need you to never give up on him

Changkyun would never tell you, but his strategy for first dates had failed one or two (or maybe three) times before he had met you. The girls had been put off by his bluntness, his roughness, his prying questions and prying eyes. He wasn’t one to play in shallow waters, he wanted to dive deep and never come back up for air. And then you had come into his life.

And he had gladly drowned in you.

Changkyun never told you outright, but you were his anchor, his beacon in the night, the one to keep the demons at bay.

At least most of the time.

There had been occasions when he had neglected to text and call you on tour, when he had missed dates and other engagements because his head was stuck in his music and his body in his studio. There had been forgotten birthdays and broken promises, and more times when he had withdrawn into himself than he was proud of. He had seen the hurt in your eyes when he had shut you out, had heard the doubts in your voice when you had asked him questions he was not going to give you any answers to – was unable to give you answers to. He knew he worried you when he wandered around the apartment at ungodly hours or stayed out without calling.

He knew he had ruined quite a few of your days, and even more of your nights.

Changkyun knew how people felt about him. That his thoughts were bent out of shape, crooked, impossible to understand – many had told him as much in an attempt to fix him. But you had never tried to straighten them out; instead you had given them new names: unique, captivating, beautiful.

And for that he loved you. Would always love you. Had always loved you.

Even if it hadn’t seemed like it sometimes.

Even now, years after your first meeting in that small restaurant, Changkyun thought you were the most fascinating person he had ever met. Every day with you still felt like an incredible adventure; he was still exploring you, charting you, putting the specks of ashes back together one by one, and he loved every minute of it. He could spend hours trying to figure out why – despite all the pain he caused you, despite all the things he had done wrong – you were still with him.

And then he would spend even more time being petrified by the thought of you leaving.

He knew that his heart would never stop wondering.

Maybe the reason why the thought scared him so profoundly was because he knew that if he lost you once, he would not deserve a second chance. You were so much kinder and smarter, so much more wonderful than even you realized.

Changkyun pitied anyone who didn’t take the time to get to know who you were beyond your school and your job and all the things anyone with eyes could see. At the same time, he loved that he was the only one who knew you. He had witnessed all the versions of you, but the one you were with him was his favorite – raw and vulnerable and his.

Yet, the fear of losing you was haunting him way past the boundaries of the waking hours. Every so often, you would wake up to him mumbling your name in his sleep, tossing and turning in the confinements of a distressing dream. He would only settle down when your hand closed around his arm, your mouth close to his ear.

“I’m here, Changkyun,” you would whisper, gently, knowingly. “It’s okay, babe. I’m here.”

You smiled down at him when his head lulled to the side and his body followed to face you. At first the dreams had worried you, but soon you had realized that it was just another window into the soul of Im Changkyun. It pained you to know that he even had thoughts of losing you, and that they tormented him as much as they did. But it was nothing you couldn’t overcome, nothing to worry about. Things weren’t always easy with Changkyun, but you wouldn’t change a thing.

You loved Changkyun for everything he was and everything he wasn’t, and you loved him for the way he loved you, loved you for who you were, truly and completely. His fears didn’t trouble you; after all, all you had to do was stay by his side and show him how perfect and precious he was to you.

You looked down at the engagement ring on your finger; the thin silver band with your birthstone and the date of your first date engraved in it.

The day I started to fall in love with you.

And I haven’t stopped since.

You lay back down and marveled at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful now, anchored by your presence, his demons out of sight, out of mind.

Yes, you were going to be okay.

You had time. You had love.

And you had Changkyun.

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How do you feel about the last person you hugged? That hug with Gabie was almost four weeks ago, buuuut she’s my girlfriend and I love her a lot, and I can trust her with everything. Do you ever say 'OMG' in person? Yeah but I try to lessen it now because I think I’m literally the only one left who still has the tendency to say the initials hahaha. Who was the last person you really felt like punching? This fucker named Sam Morales. A trans woman – this’ll be important later on – tweeted out their story about how Sam catfished her for 8 months and even recruited her friends to join in on the catfishing, and apparently it was all borne from Sam’s homophobia and transphobia. The girl revealed that Sam was bullied by gay boys when she was younger, so it sparked a lifelong hatred for LGBTQIA+ individuals and ever since then she’s been targeting just them for her catfishing. When the woman told her story, a lot of other LGBTQIA+ folks came forward with their similar experiences with Sam and her cronies. It’s a big deal because as it turns out, Sam has a pretty reputable position in the local media industry, has rubbed shoulders with important celebrities, and has done ads for companies like H&M that we unknowingly pass by everyday, so it’s been infuriating having to hear someone use her position to abuse those already in a marginalized position, and having to use her childhood trauma to traumatize others. Are you taller for your age, shorter, or average? Average for a Filipino, shorter if we’re talking global lol. Did you tell your last girlfriend/boyfriend that you love them? Yeah I make sure to remind her everyday.

How do you know the last person you hung out with? We went to the same school for 14 years but we were personally introduced to each other in Grade 7. If you went to the beach right now, what would you bring? A pair of bikinis, a beach robe, sunscreen, flip-flops, the bottle of soju my dad just bought for me this morning haha, my wallet for extra cash, and Gabie. Where did you get the clothes you wore today? My shirt is from the school intramurals for when I was a sophomore and my bitch of a teammate insisted that we have our own table tennis ~jerseys, even though we didn’t really need it. But she didn’t take no for an answer so I relented and now I have this dumb shirt that wasn’t even free. My shorts are from some store and I just bought it cos I needed it as part of a costume a few years ago, so now I just wear it around the house. What's better: a surprise or knowing you're going to get it? I like knowing there’s a surprise in store, but I prefer not knowing what the surprise is just yet. Just tell me I have a surprise and I won’t be antsy, haha. Does your weight have three numbers in it? Nope. Can you taste the difference between store brand food and brand name food? We don’t buy store-brand food, so I don’t know if I’d be able to tell the difference. Do you know anyone whose last name starts with P? Sure, there’s a number of people - Pia, Summer, Hannah, Kate, Reiven, etc. When's the last time you were on neopets? 2007. Someone wakes you up at 3am, what's your first thought? Ok first of all, big chance I’d still be up by then lmao. But hypothetically, if I was woken up that late I’d be...groggy at first, then when that fades I’d be a little pissed. What's the last time you got in a vending machine? Bottled water. What was the last thing your parents got mad at you for? My mom got mad when she found out I lent my new UP varsity jacket to a friend even though it was to help out that friend, who had to walk through the rain but didn’t have an umbrella -_____- I don’t remember my dad getting mad at me recently. Have you ever had a bathing suit fall off of you while swimming? Yep but it was always while swimming at the beach/in the sea so I was thankfully always hidden haha. Where do you go when you skip school? If I wanna skip the whole day I just stay at home. But if there’s one or two classes I feel like cutting in the middle of the day, I stay at my org’s common area which is somewhere in the college. Do your pets have favorites? My dog definitely loves me more than anyone else in my family. He still growls at each of them at times. Do find flirting over IM easier then in person? OMG noooo I hate doing stuff like that on IM/text. I can’t even sext, I find it too awkward having to type out actions or parts of the anatomy shjdgfdjfkdhg. What were you thinking about five minutes ago? I was playing Mario Kart on the Switch that long ago so I was most likely concentrated on not fucking up and ending on the off-road area. Have you ever heard the last person you laughed with swear? Yes. If the last person you called were in the hospital, would you visit them? For sure. I’d bring my dad’s quarantine pass and go through all the checkpoints. Are there any dirty dishes in the room you're in? Nope. How many people could sleep comfortably in the room you're in? It’s the dining room so it’s not the most conducive for sleeping... but uhhh I guess around 10-15 can fit here, as long as we remove the dining table and chairs and replace everything with mattresses. Would you like to have a treadmill in your house? I wouldn’t mind if we had one. What's the longest you've ever liked someone without telling them? I only seriously liked Gabie and it took me arounddd 11 months. Do/did you prefer your english or math teacher? I’m not taking either subject anymore. Would you rather live with your parents or your grandparents? Parents. I love all my grandparents, though. I just feel like the generation gap is strongest there and that we have a different set of religious and political beliefs, and so staying with them long enough would only drive me insane. Where were you 3 hours ago? I was in the living room playing the Switch. Did you prank anyone on April fool's day? That’s tomorrow, and no I don’t plan on fooling anyone in my family.

Can/Did you get away with skipping class? Sure did. The only time it backfired was when I cut my Psych 101 elective around 10 times? And my final grade was 1.75. Totally deserved it. When is the last time you were on a swingset? Last December. One of my titas has a playground at their place that I grew up playing in, so I rode the swing for old time’s sake. At sleepovers, do you usually sleep on a bed, couch or floor? Depends on what the friend has to offer. I sleep with Gab and Angela on their beds and when I slept over at Laurice’s she offered us mattresses on the floor. Rita had a couch in their guest room that I called dibs on. When's the last time you wished you could just disappear? Why? Last Thursday when I became the target of bullying in a private group consisting of people in my high school. It didn’t last very long but it still reopened some wounds/trauma I closed long ago, so it sucked for a while. What's the sweetest thing a gf/bf can do to get you to forgive them? Getting me finger food that I like, like Mini Donuts, Potato Corner, or Auntie Anne’s hehe. Do you dislike when surveys ask to describe your underwear? Yeah a little bit lol. It’s uncomfortable but I answer them the best I can anyway.

What was your last sent text about? I haven’t had load on my phone for a couple of weeks. I don’t really need them these days because I’m stuck at home anyway. What would you do if the last person you hugged proposed to you? Ask them if it’s a dare. Who do you talk to the most in science? In my last science-related class (though it was 2 years ago lmao) I was talking to Alliyah the most cos she was the only one I knew in that class. Did you check to see how much fat/calories was in the last thing you ate? No. I know it’s unhealthy, though. If the last person you kissed gave you roses, what would you do? Right now? I’d get mad that she violated quarantine rules just to do that, but I’d be appreciative anyway. Do you need to wash your hair? Not yet.

#survey #surveys

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swoonnu · 6 years

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In Your Orbit

“You see that star up there?” Mingyu takes his hand and points it towards the direction of his words. “There.” Soonyoung’s gaze followed the line of Mingyu’s long slender fingers. “That star is for you. When we’re old and crabby, and you go off to university and get a job, please remember me. When you’re studying the planets and solar system and teaching the world all the new science stuff, please remember you’re the brightest star in my universe.”

After graduating university, he moved to Japan to work for some scientific research program that studied the planets and get his Ph.D. Dr. Kwon Soonyoung, Ph.D., Doctorate of Planetary Science, that title held him in Japan for longer than he wanted to be there. During that time, life became too busy to talk, too hectic to write and too complicated to call.

Ever since preschool days on the playground, Soonyoung had found a sense of hope in the taller’s bright eyes. He was the gravity that held him in place when his mind seemed too clouded with self-doubt. You see, Mingyu was just that, he was hope. He was everything Soonyoung never knew he needed.

At age seven, he defended Soonyoung from bullies. At age twelve he gave Soonyoung his first kiss. And at age seventeen he gave Soonyoung his first heartbreak.

When Mingyu showed up at his bedroom window at 2 am, begging to be let in, Soonyoung obliged. When Mingyu excitedly talked about the girl he just kissed, Soonyoung listened. And when Mingyu told Soonyoung he was in love with her, Soonyoung’s heart broke into a million pieces.

At age twenty, Soonyoung came out to his best friend. Mingyu offered him no words but hugged him. The understanding and acceptance etched itself among his handsome features.

“University is so hard, Gyu. What if I’m not smart enough. What happens when I fail?”

“You’re the smartest person I know Soon; you’re doing so great.”

Four months later, Mingyu got his first modeling job, and Soonyoung took him out to celebrate.

“Soon you’re the best best friend a guy could ask for. Thanks for loving me.” Mingyu was drunk and happy. He was always happy, but drunk Mingyu was a sight that tickled Soonyoung’s heart.

“I love you soOOoooO muchhhhhhh.” Hiccup.

Two hours later, Soonyoung was dragging a very drunk, very heavy man to his bed.

“Kiss me Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung had successfully forced his feelings to the farthest corner of his heart, and moments like this, he begged his heart to stop betraying him.

“Gyu you’re drunk, sleep it off.”

“I know you’re in love me with, I’ve always known.” Hiccup. “And maybe I feel the same way.”

He looked down at his drunk friend, his heart threatening to beat out from his chest. “Gyu, stop please.”

Mingyu’s long fingers found purchase in the confines of Soonyoung’s sweater, pulling the elder closer than Soonyoung deemed necessary. “Please kiss me hyung.”

Whatever self-control Soonyoung had been able to muster at this point, was slowly flying out the window as Mingyu inched himself closer. “I know you want to; I know you’ve always wanted to. Well here I am, please take me. I’ve always been yours.”

There were no fireworks, no grand revelation. There was just warmth, warmth against Soonyoung’s lips and in the breaking of his heart. The warmth between them suddenly erupted as Mingyu pulled him ontop of his frame. Mingyu’s fingers were cold as they squeezed against the flesh of his hips. His breath was hot as it fanned across his collarbones.

Soonyoung squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ground himself from floating too high, too fast.

Please take me. Repeated against Soonyoung’s skin like a mantra, pulling him in deeper, reverberating against the cracks of his heart. “Gyu, you don’t want this. You’re not—you don’t feel the same.” In a feeble attempt to rid himself of the sudden rush of color to his cheeks, Soonyoung removed himself the body of his friend. “You’re drunk, just go to sleep.”

The small whimper that escaped Mingyu’s parted lips did little to calm Soonyoung’s aching heart. “I’m trying to tell you that I want this too. I’ve wanted this for a while. You’re so sure of yourself, Soon. So, sure of who you are and who your heart wants. But for me, I don’t know who I am. But right now, I’m sure that I’ve wanted you to do this for as long as I can remember. I’ve never done this before. Not with anyone. But I know I want to try with you. Please. Please just have me.”

Watching a six foot something man kneel before you, begging you to take him made every reservation Soonyoung had to disappear. He was not expert in the field of sex, but the little experience he had made him sure of enough things.

At twenty-one, Soonyoung woke up alone after taking his best friend’s virginity. And at twenty-one, his heart broke for the second time.

Five days later, Mingyu texts Soonyoung for the first time.

[text from puppygyu] I’m sorry

[text to puppygyu] I know

[text from puppygyu] can I come over?

[text to puppygyu] probably best if you dnt

[text from puppygyu] r we ok

[text to puppygyu] idk. u just left?

[text from puppygyu] im sorry

[text to puppygyu] me 2

[text to puppygyu] give me time

[text to puppygyu] we’ll b ok

[text to puppygyu] eventually

[text from puppygyu] call me when you change ur mind

Two weeks later and it wasn’t better. One month later and it still wasn’t better. Three months later and it finally got…easier.

And at twenty-two, Soonyoung moved to Japan. “You know Gyu, Japan is so cool, and everyone is so different. I wish you could see it.” I miss you was left unsaid.

“Soon, do you think I can visit for Christmas?”

“Yeah sure, kid.”

Christmas was when Mingyu told Soonyoung about him.

“His name is Wonwoo, and he’s so smart and mysterious, Soon. He owns the magazine company my agency works with a lot, and I want to kiss his face. He wears these round glasses all the time, and I’d like him to fuck me with them on.”

Soonyoung groaned with annoyance; he was tired and overworked. He was homesick and just wanted to eat real Korean food again.

“Oh. I shouldn’t tell you about this. I’m sorry.”

Mingyu had come to visit him like promised and all he talked about was this stupid new man in his life. He just wanted to punch his stupid face every time Mingyu spoke about him. “Gyu, you know it’s fine. I’m tired that’s all. We’re past those stupid feelings.”

When Mingyu returned home a week later, Soonyoung ignored his texts for a few days. Mingyu did not seem fazed, too busy with Wonwoo.

[text from mingyu] HE FINALLY ASKED ME OUT

[text to mingyu] fking finally

[text from mingyuI] he's so cute soon. Im dying.

[text from mingyu] wow I’m so gay

[text to mingyu] welcome 2 the club

After that, communication became infrequent. Soonyoung finally finished his program, finishing with honors and landed a job with a great company. Mingyu updated him on his dating life with Wonwoo and Soonyoung played along as being interested.

At twenty-four, Soonyoung met Jihoon and got his heart ripped from his body once again. A year and two months into their, honestly who knew what it was, (pinning for years after your first love doesn’t sit well for a potential boyfriend and said boyfriend being emotionally constipated, does not do well for any type of real relationship), Soonyoung watched as Jihoon packed his things and left his apartment for the last time.

An entire bottle of soju later, Soonyoung found himself drunk texting Mingyu. They hadn’t spoken for months, stubbornness or too busy, who knows.

[text to mingyu] he could have been the one u know

[text to mingyu] he could have made me happy

[text to mingyu] but NO u had to come into my life and fuck me up so tnks for that. I was fine pretending I dnt love u. and then u had to drunkenly hook up with me and suck me into the living hell that is being in love with u

[text to mingyu] I should have said no, I should have pushed u awy

[text to mingyu] I hate you kim mingyu I hate everything abut u and u stupid pretty face

Incoming call from Mingyu….

“What do you want stupid?” Pause, hiccup. “Soonyoung, stop drinking.” His voice pulled a sob Soonyoung didn’t know he was hiding. “I love you, I’ve loved you my entire life, and you never loved me back. I finally thought you felt the same and then I woke up alone. How can you do that Gyu..how could you watch me break every time you saw me.” Soonyoung was openly sobbing now.

“Soonyoung you cant— I do love— “ Sigh. “Please just stop okay.” Silence.

“I think its best if you don’t contact him anymore.” That must be Wonwoo, Soonyoung thought. “He’s already hurt long enough over you.” Call ended.

At twenty-five Soonyoung needed a vacation, so he returned to Korea for his school reunion.

“I cannot believe it’s been so long. How are you? How’s Japan treating our Star?”

“Jeonghan, it’s been years since I heard you call me that. I’ve missed it. But it’s Hoshi would be the correct term now.”

“Oohhh, very Japanese of you.”

“Work is hard, I feel like the stupidest person there, but I love it. How are you?”

“Seungcheol asked me to marry him. Which obviously, we can’t do here in Korea but its something.”

If Soonyoung choked on his beer, it was because of the news (not surprising news, those two had been together for 10 years) and not actually because he saw Mingyu make his way over to them, looking all type of fine.

“Oh look here, we have our world-famous model joining us. Mingyu, you tall, handsome man, hug me.” Seokmin pulled Mingyu into a hug, the latter gleefully reciprocating.

If Soonyoung drank his beer a little faster, no one mentioned it. “Hi, Soonyoung-hyung.” Ugh, so formal, Soonyoung hated it.

“Hi.” Was the only response he could muster up.

“Everyone this Wonwoo, Wonwoo this is Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Seokmin, Sungcheol and—“

“Soonyoung, I’ve heard.” If the annoyance was evident in Wonwoo’s voice, no one mentioned.

Two hours later and everyone was drunk happy, reliving their childhood memories. Soonyoung was sitting across the table as Mingyu and Wonwoo stayed occupied amongst themselves.

“If you glare any harder, you’re going to burn holes in their clothes.”

“Shut up Seokmin.”

If Seokmin laughed a little too loud when Soonyoung slapped the back of his head, Mingyu and Wonwoo did not seem to notice.

When Mingyu and Soonyoung found themselves alone at the table later that night, Mingyu was the first to break the silence.

“Are we ever going to be okay?”

“Yeah sure, kid.”

“Don’t kid me. Answer my question.” Mingyu looked across the hall, watching Wonwoo talk with Jun. “Are you and I going to be okay?”

“What is your definition of okay Gyu?”

“Cut the bullshit Soonyoung.” He finally turned to look at him, “Look at me damn it. Look at me and see I am happy. I am finally happy with him, and you should be happy for me.”

“I am happy for you Mingyu.” Soonyoung finally looked at him, “I am happy for you, but I’m also still in love with you. I will never not be. But I am happy for you. I wish I could find that with someone else as easily as you.”

“You think it was easy?! You know nothing.”

“Then enlighten me how difficult it was for you?! When you weren’t the one who was hopelessly in love with your best friend for years. You know nothing about pain until you finally get the person you’ve been in love with only to wake up alone the next morning and not hear from them for days! You know nothing about heartbreak until you finally see that person and they can’t stop talking about someone else. You know nothing, Kim Mingyu and you’re an ass for thinking otherwise.” The commotion between them seemed to go unnoticed by everyone else.

“I left because I was scared and stupid. I didn’t know what it was like to be gay. I had never even thought of myself as gay. And then you showed up and made my heart feel complicated. And then you came out to me, and my heart thought there was something. And then I got drunk, and you looked at me, and I knew all along that I was in love with you just the same. And then I left because I was scared. But then you left thousands of miles away, and I broke done because I went looking for you. I came to your house but your mom told me you moved already, without even saying anything. You were my first everything. My first love and heartbreak. You were also the last heartbreak because I met him.”

“Well fucking congratulations to you. Please do me a favor and give me my fucking heart back.”

An hour later and Mingyu was carrying a very drunken, crying Soonyoung back to his hotel. “I’m sorry gyu.” Hiccup, sob. “I’m so sorry for everything.” Hiccup, sob.

“Shh, it's alright. I know.”

That night, Mingyu made love to Soonyoung. Mingyu had kissed the salty tears from his cheeks, a wordless promise he shouldn’t have made, and that morning, Mingyu was the one who woke up alone, and a single text from Soonyoung flashed across the screen of his phone.

[text from Soonyoung] everything is shattering, and it's my mistake

Two days later Soonyoung had returned to Japan, his heart broken more than before he left. He threw himself back into work, and when he got a text from Seokmin four months after returning, he was eager to see a familiar face.

[text from Seokmin] Let me crash at your place while I'm in jpn

[text to Seokmin] as long as you buy me soju

A week later and Seokmin and Soonyoung were drunk in the latter's apartment.

“Mingyu and Wonwoo broke up you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Mingyu broke up with him.”

“Hmm, that’s strange. He seemed so in love.”

“Yeah.” Sip. “You still love him?”

“No.” Lie.

“Good.”

That night Soonyoung hooked up with someone other than Mingyu and Jihoon, and it was something. It felt great to feel needed and wanted, and Seokmin was a great addition to his wounded heart.

At twenty-seven Soonyoung found himself moving back to Korea for work and his heart wasn’t sure how to take it. Seokmin had been a constant partner over the last year, but neither wanted to be anything serious. They’d hook up every time Seokmin’s company brought him to Japan and after he’d return to Korea and they’d text randomly.

Mingyu had landed a big modeling gig that he invited the whole group of friends to tag along. Soonyoung had yet to see him since his return to Korea, and during the time Soonyoung had been gone, Wonwoo had implanted himself amongst his group of friends because he and Jun had started dating, Mingyu was actually pretty content with it.

“I don’t think I can go Seok. I mean, I haven’t seen him in a long time, and I don’t know what to say.”

“You’ve been friends your entire life; it’s not like you two are strangers. Plus, you’re with me, and he’s with some fancy photographer.”

“But we’re not actually together.”

“No one needs to know that.”

Pretending to be in a loving relationship with someone was easier than it looked but having a group of nosy, ever-present assholes for friends, made it harder to believe.

“We all know you two are just fucking and not actually together.” Damn you Yoon Jeonghan.

“So what.”

“As long as you two understand that and are happy. Leave them be babe.”

“Do not babe me Seungcheol; this is going to end poorly. I’m tired of walking on eggshells between our friends. It is exhausting.”

“Hyung, we’re okay. We know what we are doing.” Bless Seokmin and his ever-present happiness.

As Soonyoung watched Mingyu walk the runway later that night, he felt a sense of pride wash over his system.

“Hi everyone, this is Minghao. Minghao, this is everyone.”

“Oohhh Minghao is that a Chinese name I sense?!” Junhui had spoken in Mandarin to the fellow Chinese man.

“Yes, born and raised before moving to Korea about four years ago.” He responded in their mother tongue.

Two hours later everyone was eating and drinking, all enjoying each other’s company.

“So you and Seok? I never saw that coming.” The space on the couch next to him shifted as Mingyu sat down.

“It just sort of happened I guess, we’re not actually together though.”

“Yeah I know.”

“So Wonwoo and Junhui huh?” Soonyoung faced his former best friend.

“Yeah that too, just sort of happened. But I am happy for them.”

“We’ve really changed, haven’t we?”

“Yeah I guess we have, hyung.”

Soonyoung finally looked toward the younger and realized at that moment, how much the two had grown. “I’m so proud of you Gyu.”

Minghao and Mingyu did not last very long and when Mingyu ended up at Soonyoung’s door at 1 am, Soonyoung let him in. He was always letting him in.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

And that night, Soonyoung held a sobbing Mingyu while they drifted off to sleep. And that morning, Soonyoung woke up engulfed in Mingyu’s arms. He had stayed.

“Please don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere Gyu. I promise.”

Two months later and their friendship had returned to normal. It was like all the years of angst had never happened, but they refused to acknowledge the fact that they were still, hopelessly in love with each other.

At twenty-eight, Soonyoung attended his first wedding as a best man. Seungcheol and Jeonghan finally had their ceremony, still not legal in their country, they had all flown to the US Virgin Islands to experience a week-long wedding party.

“God he looks so fuckable in a suit Gyu. How is it that fair?!”

“You two are already fucking; you know what it’s like.” Mingyu laughed as a drunk Soonyoung ogled over Seokmin wearing a suit. “Your arrangement is weird. Just hooking up, for this long and no strings. I don’t see how he does it.”

“Yeah but but—“ Hiccup. “We’re allowed to do whatever we want and whomever we want. He’s pretty understanding and great and so fuckable.”

Mingyu laughed as he patted his friend on the back, “You’re in love dude. You want more, don’t you?”

Hiccup. “No. I am fine with that arrangement. Because I can still check you out and not feel guilty about it.”

“Even after all these years, huh?”

“Always. My sexy model of a best friend. You were my first love, and I’ll always want to bang you. Or let you bang me, either one is fine by me.”

“You’re a hot mess; you know that.” Mingyu laughed a took another sip of his beer. “I don’t want that though; I want what they have.” Soonyoung followed his gaze towards the newly married couple, “Don’t you?”

“I used to.” The response sounded unintentionally bitter against his tongue.

“Do you think we could have ever worked out?”

“No, we were pretty young and stupid.”

“And now?” Mingyu’s gaze found its way floating back towards Soonyoung, the latter already looking at him.

“We’re old and stupid.”

As the sun set that night, Mingyu found himself being pushed against the door of Soonyoung’s hotel room, the latter’s hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Take this off before I die.”

Mingyu obliged. “Oh my god.” The elder groaned as his hands traced the lines of Mingyu’s tanned stomach. “I forgot how hot you were.”

“You only want me for my body.” Mingyu laughed. “Right now, that is true.”

Soonyoung trailed his lips down the taller’s skin, leaving a trail of shivers with them. “Don’t regret me tomorrow, please.” Mingyu pleaded.

“There will never be a day that I regret you.”

As Mingyu pressed Soonyoung into the mattress that night, he felt his heartbreak, wishing for more.

By the fourth day of the trip, Mingyu and Soonyoung had spent more times buried inside each other than they had in the whole time they’d known one another. They had imprinted their names on each other’s skin, like tattoos marking their history together; taking and giving what they had tried so hard to forget.

“He’s in love with you; please be cautious.”

“Wonwoo, I know.”

“No, no you really don’t get it, Soon.”

“I’ve known him my entire life, and I was in love with him for most of it. I know what it looks like.”

“You know he didn’t dump me right. I broke up with him because he called your name during sex.”

Soonyoung stared at him, unable to respond to the information he was being given.

“He cried for hours afterward, apologizing and I knew right then, I knew I would never be you. Minghao wasn’t you. Seokmin and Jihoon weren’t him. You two have drifted far enough from each other for far too long; I think it’s time you give up fighting.”

As Soonyoung watched Mingyu laugh with Joshua, he knew right away what was happening.

“Help me do something please.”

On the second to the last day of the trip, Soonyoung texted Mingyu.

[text to gyu] meet me on the beach.

[text from gyu] right now?

[text to gyu] yes, now

Soonyoung locked his phone and waited. He waited and waited, Mingyu showed up finally.

“Soon, what’s going on?”

“Please sit with me.”

Mingyu took the spot next to Soonyoung on the blanket. And before he lost his courage, word vomit spewed from his mouth, “Mingyu I have spent my whole life orbiting you. I felt that my life meant something when you were around. You offered a part of yourself for me and me only, and I can never undo the fracture that left on my timeline. You have always been the Sun in my colorless universe. I got too close, and I was burned. But I kept drifting around you, in constant need of your warmth. It’s like we are two stars on a course for destruction, but I wouldn’t mind colliding with you.”

“Soonyoung what are you saying?”

“I’m asking if you’ll let me orbit you for a while longer because I love you. I have always loved you. In every universe, on every planet, in every lifeline and in every possibility, I will always pick you.”

“You’ve always been the brightest star in my universe.” Before Soonyoung could respond, Mingyu was tilted his chin up and kissing him. All those years ago, there were no fireworks, but right now as he breathed in Mingyu, he felt like he was breathing for the first time. He pulled Mingyu closer, fear that he would run away. He wanted to imprint himself into the warmth that was Mingyu’s skin.

For so long he thought he was a burnt-out star in Mingyu’s life, Mingyu was just too far to see the light had faded. He was ever cautious about the time it took for them to catch up, afraid he would finally see the dullness but that night as Soonyoung made love to Mingyu, he realized then, that they had finally collided; the Big Bang, the beginning of everything.

At thirty-one, Soonyoung found himself standing on the same beach, marrying his best friend.

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pastelrainbow666 · 4 years

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Camping trip- JJKxReader

1,850 words/ fluff story.

"Are you ready for the camping trip babe?” Your boyfriend, Jungkook, said as he slammed the packed trunk down. “I got everything in the trunk and the boys are waiting for us there."

"Yeah, I just had to get the bug spray and sunscreen bottles. Let's goooo!" You said that last part playfully as you got into the car. Putting both bottles into the cup holder. Then quickly buckled up (safety first kids 👌).

We headed off to the Noeul Campground. We've only been there once, so we had to use the annoying ass GPS to get there. Her voice gets on my nerves. So robotic and to be honest, a little creepy.

The drive from Seoul to the camp ground was about a 40ish minutes drive. On the way there, we headed to a convenience store and got some snacks then headed off again.

"How can you eat those?! Wasabi almonds are gross Y/n." Jungkook said in a disgusted manner, scrunching up his face at the thought of the taste.

"Yah! Leave me and my delicious almonds alone, banana milk boy. " You retorted stuffing some more of them in your mouth, feeling the quick burn of the wasabi.

"Yoongi Hyung should've never given you some. You're obsessed with these babe. I'm gonna have to contact the producer of 'My Strange Addiction' then have them show you on it." He joked. You slapped his shoulder. You didn't hit him super hard though, because he is driving after all and we don’t want to get into a crash.

"Yah! I'm not obsessed, I just like these a lot. Anyways, aren't we almost there?" You said annoyed by Jungkook’s joke. You folded up the bag of the wasabi almonds, sunscreen, and bug spray.

"Yeah, just a few more miles till we get there. So about... 12 minutes or so till we get there." He guessed. "Also, we gotta hurry and build the tent cuz I wanna go hiking and sightseeing."

"Alright, I'll text the boys to get started on that. So when we do get there they'll have most of it done." You sent the boys in the group chat to get started on building the tents and settle everything down.

IN THE GROUP CHAT: JIN’S BABIES

Y/N: Yo! We are almost there, could y'all get started on the tents? JK wants to go hiking

JOONIE: Oh hey Y/N, alright we can do that ASAP.

JIN: Text us when you guys get here. Also, remember that cute hispanic girl from my acting class? Amanda Perez? Well she came with us on the trip too

Y/N: Yeah I remember her. She’s in my Psychology class. Quiet girl but nice tho

JIN: She doesn’t talk to a lot of people, but once you get to know her, she’ll yap her mouth off. She reminds me of Yoongi in that way a lil bit

YOONGI: Yah! Hyung, Y/N, do me a favor and shut the fuck up! Im tryna sleep but my phone keeps going off and vibrating!

Y/N: Yoongi it like 2 in the afternoon! Stay the fuck awake you grumpy old coot!

YOONGI: Brat 😤 I’m not an old coot!

Y/N: I said grumpy old coot lol

Jimin: She right tho hyung lmaoooooo

A few more minutes had passed after you had turned your phone off and rested your eyes for a bit. Enjoying the car ride. Songs by Playd3ad played in the background. You didn’t notice that we had neared our destination.

“Take a right turn and you have reached your destination.” The GPS lady had said in that annoying monotone robotic voice. You opened your eyes and turned to Jungkook turning into a parking spot.

“Hey beautiful, we’re here~” He said ruffling my hair, making it even more messy than it already is. Since I hadn’t brushed it this morning.

He took the keys out of the ignition. I texted the boys that we’re here. I grabbed the two bottles out of the cup holder before he got out of the car. He then got out and opened my door for me, since both of my hands were full. I whipped my head down and put my hair up in a ponytail. Then Jungkook popped open the trunk and pulled out 3 big fluffy blankets, our bags, and the mini grill. Handed me the blankets and he carried the rest down to the spot where we’d meet the crew.

“Hey lovebirds! Took ya long enough!” Tae said, taking the blankets from my hands and both bags from JK and placing them in one of the “rooms” in the huge tent. You rolled your eyes at Taehyung’s statement.

“Hey guys, where do I put the grill?” JK asked, holding said object and waved it around.

“Just put right over there for now. We’ll figure it out later after our hike.” Namjoon said pointing at a spot near the fire pit.

You sat in the red camping chair that was next to Amanda’s purple camping chair. Who was playing in the ashes in the fire pit with a stick.

“Hey Amanda. Lovely day isn’t it?”

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Yeah it’s a good day to go camping.” She said shyly, still doodling in the ashes.

“Hey Jimin? Where did you put that huge ice chest? I was gonna put the soju bottles in there.” Yoongi asked, holding up the box of bottles.

“In my ‘room’ of the tent. Ice should already be in it, as well as a variety of sodas, water bottles, and a variety of sub sandwiches for the ones who have a ‘special’ diet.” Jimin said, signing quotations on the word special. Jimin was talking about you and Jungkook’s diet, since you’re both pescetarians and eat fish for a “meat”.

“K, thanks Chim.” Yoongi said before leaving to go into the tent to fill the chest up some more.

“Hey Yoongi? Can you get me a water bottle, please?” You yelled so he could hear you.

He didn’t say anything back, so you figured he didn’t hear you.

Jungkook came out of the tent with his arm wrapped around Yoongi’s neck.

“Here Y/N. I stuck my entire arm in the ice chest to get the coldest one. You’re welcome.” He said coldly. You would have to know Yoongi to understand his...odd ways of kindness. You’ve known him since you were in high school together. We lived in the same neighborhood, so we walked to and from school together often.

“Thanks, Frosty.” You said smiling. Frosty was a nickname you gave him because he would eat them all the time for “breakfast”, and because he kinda comes off a little cold if you don’t know him.

“Yeah, whatever, tiny.”

“I am only two inches smaller than you! I ain’t that short!” You said defensively. You stood up and crossed your arms, sighing loudly. “I may be tiny, but everyone knows that I got the bigger di-”

“Okay! And who wants to go on that hike?” Jungkook yelled, clapping his hands, cutting you off before you could finish your sentence.

You glared at your boyfriend for cutting you off. But took the bug spray and sunscreen out of the cupholder in your chair and sprayed them both on. Then handed it to the next person, until everyone who wanted to join was protected from bug bites and sun burns.

The nature trails were gorgeous in every aspect of the word. The weather is just perfect today; not too hot, sunny, a light breeze blowing, feels great. The trees are so green and flowers are in full bloom. Spring is finally here! Your favorite season.

Jungkook held your hand, swinging it as you both walked the trail together. He looks so happy to be with you and his best friends in this place, all together.

We were at the end of the trails and started at the big, beautiful, rocky caves. Ready to be climbed on.

“Now be careful guys. I don’t want anyone falling off and/or getting injured. Alright?” Jungkook said, gathering everyone in a group circle, like a shepherd and the sheep. “Now, I want everyone to pair up with a partner. I of course, will be with, Y/N.” He smirked, turning to face you and planted a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Alright.” Everyone said in unison. Finding a partner amongst themselves. Jungkook and you, Jin and Amanda, Namjoon and Hobi, and last but not least, Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung.

Everyone climbed up to the top and screamed and shouted how they were “Kings’ of the world!” Which made you laugh at first, then you figured, why not join in on the fun as well. As you screamed at the top of your lungs,

“I’M THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD!”

Jungkook placed his arm around my waist raising his fist in the air screaming as well. When we were done, he took my chin in his hand and kissed me passionately and sweetly. We both smiled and laughed into the kiss enjoying the moment. Everyone whooped and hollered, we laughed and you broke the kiss. Jungkook looked deeply into your eyes and took a deep breath in before he spoke.

“I love you so much, Y/N. You make me the happiest man alive. I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you. You’ve changed my life and the way I look at life now.”

You laughed at his words, know how he says the darnest things at random moments. “I love you too, Kookie.”

He got down on one of his knees. “So… Will he marry me, Y/N?” He took out a tiny box from his jean pocket, opening it up to reveal a black and white diamond engagement ring with a rose gold band. The same one you were both looking at Jared’s a couple month’s back. You admired the ring’s unique pattern and look. You were so surprised by his action, you just stood there, mouth wide open, and bug eyed.

“I-I… Jungkook…” You started to say, but your voice broke and tears started to leak from your eyes. Your hand covering your mouth. Everyone around you looked nervous, wondering what you’re about to say. I wiped my tears with my hands and took a deep breath in, then looked into his deep brown eyes.

“Jungkook, yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him once again.

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CHAPTER 2.5

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Main: Song Jiwon, Im Sungmin

Supporting: Kang Yina, Jung Yeeun, Yoo Eunjae, Jo Eun, Jo Chungwon

Note: If you haven’t read Chapters 1 and 2, you may do so here –> First Chapter, Second Chapter

In a nutshell: Worries flooded Sungmin’s mind as Jiwon acted strangely after what happened on Valentine’s Day. Does it mark the beginning of their awkward friendship? Or is just a misunderstanding that will lead them to the beginning of a man-woman relationship?

This chapter is numbered 2.5 - an extension from chapter two. The story pretty much revolves around Sungmin and Jiwon.

Rating: T

Morning at Sungmin’s Apartment

15th February 2018

8.20 a.m.

Jiwon woke up from her good night’s sleep and saw a figure she’s familiar of laying in front of her. Suddenly, bits of memories started to flood her mind as she recalled the things that happened between her and Sungmin last night. Jiwon froze as her heart started to beat fast in panic.

She quickly went out of the bed and picked up her underwear and dress that were lying in disarray on the floor. She headed to the bathroom across the room, and wore all her clothes back.

Her legs felt weak suddenly, so she let her back slide off the bathroom wall, as she curled herself up on the black marble tiles - trying to recall every single detail of what happened on the night of Valentine’s Day.

She truthfully didn’t know what to feel. Did she feel regretful? Or was she satisfied that she actually lost it to Sungmin last night? She couldn’t work it out.

8.35 a.m.

Sungmin woke up from his sleep, and realized his bare state. He instantly remembered what happened last night with Jiwon, and lifted his body up as he couldn’t find Jiwon next to him.

Jiwon’s bag was laying on the sofa at the foot of the bed, so Jiwon must still be in the apartment, Sungmin thought.

He grabbed a towel robe that was luckily within reach beside the bed. He put it on and went outside the room to search for Jiwon.

The first place he checked was the living room and kitchen area, but he could only spot opened cans of beers, uncapped Soju bottles, and some alcohol glasses on the coffee table.

He had searched everywhere except for the bathroom opposite his room.

As Sungmin reached the bathroom door, he said softly while knocking,

Sungmin: Jiwon-ah…

The air was silent.

Sungmin: are you inside?

There was no answer, so Sungmin warned that he’s going to enter the bathroom.

As he turned the door knob and the door opened, he saw Jiwon curling up on the bathroom tiles. She was wearing her pink dress and her hair was messy.

Looking at the sight, Sungmin gulped in uneasiness.

He approached Jiwon and let himself get into a squat position so that he could see Jiwon’s face clearly.

He tried reaching Jiwon’s arms that were wrapped around her legs, but before he could touch it, Jiwon retracted her arms to the side.

Wanting to know what happened, Sungmin asked,

Sungmin: Jiwon-ah, why are you curled up here?

There was no answer, so Sungmin tried to reach to her differently.

Sungmin: Do you want breakfast? I can make it for you…

Again. Nothing came out from Jiwon’. He tried again.

Sungmin: Do you want me to bring you home?

For the third time, Jiwon still kept quiet.

Finally, Sungmin asked her,

Sungmin: Did you regret it?

Hearing this question, Jiwon raised from her curled up position and exited the bathroom.

Sungmin couldn’t do anything, as all he could do was to witness Jiwon going inside his room to take her bag, barging out of his room, putting her heels on, and walking out of the apartment without looking and saying anything to him.

Jiwon walked out of Sungmin’s apartment in a hurry and pressed the elevator button down. She waited for the elevator to come and hoped that Sungmin didn’t follow her out.

Thank God the elevator came fast. She hopped on and pressed the ground floor. Jiwon combed her messy hair with her fingers when she saw her own reflection on the elevator doors.

As the lift reached the ground floor, she walked out of the apartment through the lobby and headed towards the bus stop to go back home.

Flashback – After the trial at Belle Epoque

13th February 2018

Kang-eonni and the Belle Epoque girls (minus Jiwon) safely arrived at the share house after a long and nerve-wrecking car journey.

They entered the house one by one with sullen expressions as they were exhausted. All these time, Kang-eonni’s driving skill hadn’t improved much.

As everyone went in, they crowded the sofa, seeeing Jiwon who’s fast asleep.

Kang-eonni clicked her fingers and gave the girls the I-have-a-plan look. She’s about to do something.

Kang-eonni took Jiwon’s phone that’s lying on the table next to the sofa.

She tried to key in the 4-digit passcode to unlock Jiwon’s phone, but it failed the first time. She tried to think of what combination could match, and she finally unlocked it on the second try.

She went over Jiwon’s chat history and found Sungmin’s name on the list. She clicked on his name and drafted some words in the chat box while thinking how Jiwon would type it to Sungmin.

The messages read:

As the messages were sent and they’ve all been read, Kang-eonni showed the chat to the Belle Epoque girls. Eunjae gave her a thumbs up.

Kang-eonni quickly deleted the message bubbles from the chat history, locked the phone and put it back on the table so Jiwon wouldn’t find out.

She went inside Yoon-sunbae’s room to make a phone call…

Yina: Hello? Dongjoo-yaa~

Dongjoo: Eo, what’s up?

Yina: Can I make a reservation at your woman’s restaurant for tomorrow at 8 p.m.?

Kang-eonni asked with her face full of hopefulness.

Dongjoo: What? Tomorrow? Ya, you know you have to make a reservation at least a week before at this restaurant, right? And tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.

Hearing Dongjoo’s reply, Kang-eonni tried to persuade him.

Yina: Ya, come on… I owe you a lot. Please please please???

Dongjoo: … Arasseo. I’ll tell her.

Kang-eonni was delighted to hear Dongjoo’s acceptance to help her.

Yina: Eo, gomawo! I trust you with this. Make the reservation under Song Jiwon, okay?

Dongjoo: What? Why Song Jiwon? I thought you’re the one who wanted to make the reservation?

Yina: Aish, why are you asking so many questions? Just do what I told you to.

Dongjoo: okayyy okayyyy, I’ll do it.

The call ended as Kang-eonni pressed the red button on the screen. Although Kang-eonni is no longer dating married man to earn money, she still maintained her network well.

Dongjoo was still pursuing his life as a cub, and the woman Kang-eonni mentioned in her call was indeed the cougar Dongjoo is seeing. She’s the owner of Villa Sortino, the 5-star restaurant that’s super popular amongst fine-dining goers.

In only about 15 minutes after Kang-eonni called Dongjoo, the reservation was confirmed. She smiled in satisfaction as her plan seemed to be working well.

So, that was how Sungmin got the messages from Jiwon telling him to eat at Villa Sortino on Valentine’s Day.

Flashforward – Seoul Café

9.25 a.m.

Sungmin who’s dumb about relationships asked to meet Chungwoon as soon as he washed up after Jiwon went out of his apartment. He couldn’t follow Jiwon out, because he knew it wasn’t exactly the best thing he could do at the time.

Sungmin sat down on one of the sofas in the café, zoning out.

Chungwon who arrived saw Sungmin from outside the glass window and waved at him, but realized that something must’ve gone wrong as Sungmin didn’t seem to realize his presence.

Chungwon entered the café and approached Sungmin.

Chungwon: Hyung

Sungmin was surprised as he heard Chungwon calling him. He totally wasn’t paying attention at his surroundings.

Sungmin: Eo, you’re here.

Chungwon: Is something up?

Hearing Chungwon’s question, Sungmin couldn’t say a word.

Chungwon: I’ve never seen you like this before, Hyung.

Suddenly, Sungmin exclaimed in upset,

Sungmin: Aish!!!

Sungmin’s voice echoed around the whole café that the room turned silent instantly. Only the café’s song and the sound of the coffee makers could be heard. Sungmin covered his face with his palms to hide his face that was in dismal.

Sungmin: I think I made a huge mistake.

Chungwon who couldn’t grasp the meaning behind the statement, asked,

Chungwon: what kind?

Sungmin: We did it last night.

Sungmin continued,

Sungmin: We drank alcohol together at my place. It was uncontrollable.

Chungwon: Hyung…. Wait…. Are you talking about Jiwon-sunbae?

Sungmin didn’t answer Chungwon’s suggestive question, but silence means yes.

Wanting to know more of the story, Chungwon popped another question,

Chungwon: So what happened then?

Sungmin let go a sigh,

Sungmin: I think she hates me now. What the f*ck should I do?

Chungwon: Alright, let’s be clear first. Who initiated it?

Sungmin tried to recall the incident first before answering the question.

Sungmin: Well, as I remember, we both kissed… Aish! This is so awkward! Why do I even have to tell you this?!

Chungwon: It’s okay. Continue.

Sungmin paused for a while before he continued on with his elaboration,

Sungmin: We both kissed at the same time, I saw her approaching me too. I took her to my room and then…

Chungwon: And then what?

Sungmin: Before we reached that stage, she took the protection from her bag and then I asked her if she’s sure that she wanted to do it.

Chungwon: so what did she say?

Sungmin: She told me to shut up.

Chungwon: … Seriously? Jiwon-sunbae told you to shut up?

Chungwon laughed at the story.

But of course he knew Sungmin wasn’t joking in any way. All along, the Sungmin-hyung that he knew is someone who’s serious.

Chungwon: Okay Hyung, from what I see, I don’t think Jiwon-sunbae hates you. You see, we’ve gone out a lot with her to drink outside and I must admit she’s a strong drinker. She doesn’t get drunk easily, but well she does get hyper. Very. What you should do now is try and talk to her slowly. I’ll ask Eunjae if she can help.

Sungmin: Jinjja? Are you sure?

Chungwon: Yes, Hyung. I don’t dare bluff, especially to you. You’re scary. I’ll call Eunjae now if you won’t believe me.

Sungmin nodded a few times as he trusted Chungwon’s words.

Belle Epoque

9.27 p.m.

Jiwon’s expression was flat all the way from when she rode the bus until she entered Belle Epoque.

At the dining table, Yeeun, Eunjae and Eun were eating breakfast when Jiwon came in.

Eunjae attempted to greet her,

Eunjae: Jiwon-sunbae an…

Before she could finish her words, Jiwon ignored everyone and went straight to her room.

The three girls exchanged glances to ask if anyone knew what happened, but to no avail, no one could answer.

Curious, the girls discussed the matter.

Yeeun: Jiwon didn’t come home, right?

Eunjae and Eun nodded.

Yeeun: Didn’t Kang-eonni say she’s setting Jiwon up with Sungmin?

Eunjae and Eun nodded again.

Yeeun: Then something must’ve gone wrong somewhere between them.

This time, Eunjae and Eun looked at each other as they expected rhat something big must’ve really happened.

Suddenly, Eunjae’s phone rang. It was Chungwon. She picked the call up with a smile.

Yeeun and Eun were curious to find out what Chungwon were saying on the other side.

Eunjae ended the call and prepared to say something,

Eunjae: Someone, maybe one of us should try to talk to Jiwon-sunbae. Yeeun-sunbae, since you are the same age, why don’t you try talking to her?

After some hesitation, Yeeun replied,

Yeeun: Arasseo. I’ll try.

10.00 a.m.

Yeeun went inside her room and called Jiwon’s name softly, but there was no reply.

She looked over to Jiwon’s bed and saw her fast asleep, wrapped under her blanket. Seeing this, she went out of the room.

20.30 p.m.

Yeeun went inside the room again to see if Jiwon was already up, but she’s not.

Yeeun even brought a bowl of porridge for Jiwon to eat, but seeing that Jiwon is still asleep made her hesitate.

*zzzzzzzz* Jiwon’s phone notification showed 10 missed calls and a few messages from Sungmin, but there was no reaction from Jiwon at all.

Outside, Yeeun let the girls know about the situation and decided to call Kang-eonni for help. Anyway, she was the one who set Sungmin and Jiwon up for a fake date in the first place, so Yeeun felt that Kang-eonni was responsible.

Belle Epoque

16th February 2018

9.00 a.m.

The next morning, Jiwon woke up to relieve herself in the bathroom. When she came out, Kang-eonni was already there, waiting for Jiwon in the dining table.

Yeeun, Eunjae and Eun were seated on the sofa, looking towards Kang-eonni and Jiwon’s direction.

Without delay, Kang-eonni asked Jiwon to talk in private inside her room.

The three girls waited outside for the two girls to wrap up their sharing session.

Inside Jiwon’s room…

Jiwon sat on Yeeun’s bed and Kang-eonni dragged Jiwon’s study chair to face Jiwon.

Kang-eonni waited for a while and finally started to talk,

Yina: Jiwon-ah, why is your face like that? Did something happen?

Jiwon: …

Yina: Song Jiwon… Jaebal, please tell me if something happened.

Kang-eonni waited patiently to hear Jiwon’s answer.

If Jiwon isn’t her close friend, she would’ve blown up by now, but she lent her ear to Jiwon as she also felt responsible for setting her up with Sungmin.

She knew Jiwon’s acting like that because of Sungmin.

Jiwon: I…

Yina looked relieved as she heard Jiwon talk for the first time in 15 minutes.

Jiwon: I did it.

Yina: Did what?

Kang-eonni tried to guess the meaning behind Jiwon’s statement, and she kind of guessed what it’s all about.

But the thing sis she doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, judging from Jiwon’s expression that was flat.

Suddenly, Jiwon exclaimed in her cheerful voice,

Jiwon: Kang-eonni… I finally did it!!!

Kang-eonni who heard it, understood Jiwon’s feeling right away.

Jiwon’s overjoyed.

Yina: Yaa Song Jiwon… you went that far??

Jiwon nodded ecstatically. Her expression switched from flat to all smiles in literally no time.

Yina: ya, you sly b**ch! I thought something went terribly wrong with you!!!!

Kang-eonni squished Jiwon’s cheeks to show her adoration and irritation towards her friend who’s no longer a virgin.

Jiwon’s ecstatic state didn’t last long, however, as she’s now looking confused.

Jiwon opened her mouth to ask something,

Jiwon: I know I should be happy, because I finally did what I always wanted to do in the first place. But I don’t know why I feel weird?

Kang-eonni, who’s back to not understanding Jiwon asked,

Yina: How so?

Jiwon: I don’t know

Yina: Do you like him?

When Kang-eonni hit Jiwon with that question, something came up on Jiwon’s mind, and she wanted to clarify that out with her.

Jiwon: If you like a person, does your heart beat like crazy when you look at that person’s eyes? And does your stomach feel weird too?

Kang-eonni tried to give an honest answer.

Yina: Well, I’d say yes to the former, but the latter… seems to suggest you need the toilet.

Yina: But anyway, who initiated it?

Upon hearing Kang-eonni’s response, Jiwon tried to recall that moment at Sungmin’s apartment.

Jiwon: Well…. we kissed at the same time, and I could feel that we both enjoyed it a lot

Jiwon: But for THAT matter… I think I took the lead. He even asked me first if I was sure. At that time I spontaneously told him to shut up, because I couldn’t hold it anymore.

Kang-eonni poked Jiwon’s shoulder to make fun of her.

Yina: So what’s the problem, then?

Jiwon: I’m embarrassed.

Jiwon’s honest statement made Kang-eonni feel like there’s absolutely no reason why Jiwon should feel that way.

Yina: Embarrassed of what? The Song Jiwon that I know is never embarrassed of anything.

Jiwon: Facing him.

Jiwon: I’m embarrassed because we’ve seen each other with no single thread on our bodies, and truthfully, our relationship is still friends. We didn’t say anything about feelings yesterday. I mean, we were too drawn into the mood.

So, that’s how Jiwon felt. No matter how outgoing and vulgar Jiwon is, it’s still her first time and honestly she felt so damn awkward and nervous when she woke up to find Sungmin beside her.

All these time Jiwon saw Sungmin as her close guy friend, but the fact that they broke that wall that one night changed it all. That’s why when Sungmin found her curling up in the bathroom, Jiwon avoided him and refused to be driven home in his car.

With no hesitation, Kang-eonni provided the simplest solution to Jiwon.

Yina: Then you should make you and him not friends anymore.

Jiwon looked up to Kang-eonni as she heard her advice. Her eyes goggled as her heart pounded quite strongly.

Kang-eonni stood up from the study chair and exited the room.

The three girls who were waiting outside instantly looked at her to ask how it went.

Kang-eonni gave them the smile and the ‘ok’ gesture to express that Jiwon was okay and everything went well.

‘Yeokshi,’ everyone thought. ‘Kang-eonni knows how to handle everyone’s problem.’

At Jiwon’s room…

Jiwon checked her phone and saw the numerous amount of missed calls and messages from… Sungmin.

She hesitantly opened the chat and read it. It was from yesterday.

Jiwon sat and thought for a while before she hit number ‘1’ speed-dial button on her phone.

Right. She set the primary speed-dial for Sungmin’s number.

She felt so foolish that she just realized how important Sungmin was in her life.

Sungmin’s Apartment

9.35 a.m.

Sungmin was home in the living room, zoning out while staring at his phone for don’t know how long already.

As soon as his phone rang with Jiwon’s caller ID showing on the screen, he reached out to his phone, cleared his throat, and answered the call.

Sungmin: Hello?

Jiwon: Hm…

Sungmin who’s relieved to hear Jiwon’s voice replied,

Sungmin: Where have you been? I’m dead worried that something might have happened to you. Are you alright?

Jiwon: You don’t have to worry about me… I’m fine.

After some pause, Jiwon continued,

Jiwon: Sungmin-ah…

Sungmin: Eo… why?

Jiwon: Let’s meet.

Sungmin heard Jiwon’s request and quickly agreed to it.

Sungmin: Where do you want to meet?

There was only one place Jiwon could think of at that time.

Jiwon: My favorite chicken place.

Hearing Jiwon’s reply, Sungmin laughed a little, as he couldn’t hold her cuteness.

Sungmin: Do you want me to come over to pick you up?

Jiwon: ani, it’s okay… I’ll go there by myself.

Sungmin who wanted to respect Jiwon, ended the call with his last response,

Sungmin: Alright, see you.

Sungmin shouted out in glee as Jiwon finally called him.

He hasn’t been able to sleep the whole night, thinking about Jiwon and the possibility that he might have committed a wrong doing to Jiwon the other night.

At the Chicken Place

11.00 a.m.

Sungmin was the first to arrive yet again.

He ordered the menu that Jiwon liked and waited for about 5 minutes before Jiwon came and sit in front of Sungmin at the usual table.

Jiwon couldn’t look at Sungmin in the eyes as she was still embarrassed. Her cheeks was red like ripe cherries.

Sungmin tried to catch a glimpse of Jiwon’s face but failed to do so as Jiwon completely buried her face such that her long hair covered her whole face.

Jiwon gathered her courage and finally looked up and say,

Jiwon: You…

Sungmin was all ears as he wanted to hear what Jiwon had to say,

Jiwon: What’s the re-

Before Jiwon could finish her sentence, the chicken and coke that Sungmin ordered earlier came to their table.

The waiter, who was familiar of Sungmin and Jiwon commented,

Waiter: Oh you two are here! It’s been a long time. Enjoy your meal.

Sungmin and Jiwon could only smile in response to the waiter’s remarks. As the waiter walked away, Jiwon continued where she left off,

Jiwon: What’s the reason that you kissed me last night?

Sungmin’s heart almost exploded in reflex to Jiwon’s straight-to-the-point question. But as a man, Sungmin gathered his guts to tell her nothing but the truth.

Sungmin: Honestly…

Jiwon’s pupil expanded as she looked forward to Sungmin’s answer.

Sungmin: I like you.

Jiwon stayed completely still as she heard what Sungmin just uttered. It felt surreal.

Sungmin:

I like you. A lot. Okay? I REALLY LIKE YOU. Everytime you got into trouble, it makes my heart race like crazy and it makes me so worried about you.

And whenever I see your gloomy face for whatever reason, I really wanted to hug you to assure you that everything’s gonna be alright.

And when you teased me to go date that female hoobae, or to tell other girls that I live in a big apartment, I can’t. Because you’re the only one I’m concerned about. I don’t want anyone else.

Didn’t you get why I asked you if you’d be okay if I date that hoobae? I wanted to find out if you at least have a tiny bit of feelings for me.

But do you know what’s even harder? It’s the thought that I might have to sacrifice our togetherness if you reject me.

I’m so scared to lose you.

All the sudden, Sungmin felt his heart so much more at ease as he finally let all his suppressed feelings for Jiwon out all at once in words, something he couldn’t do all these years.

Jiwon who was all ears hearing Sungmin’s confession burst out in tears.

She opened her mouth to react,

Jiwon: You bad guy. Why didn’t you tell me all that before?!

Jiwon kept sobbing as she expressed her thoughts.

Sungmin handed out his handkerchief to Jiwon and told her to wipe her tears.

Jiwon: If you told me earlier, I would’ve realized that I like you sooner.

Jiwon: Do you know how confused I was? I didn’t know how to face you because I thought we were still just friends and last night was just a result of our thirst.

Sungmin who heard what Jiwon just said twitched his eyes as he couldn’t believe that his feeling was reciprocated.

Sungmin: So that night was real for you too?

Sungmin asked Jiwon to confirm her feelings.

Jiwon: Eo. It was. Ya! You’re the one who told me you need to lose it to the right person as it’s something very precious. Do you even remember your own words?

Sungmin, who understood what she said, smiled.

Sungmin: Seriously, Jiwon-ah… I thought you were mad at me. Your actions yesterday morning made me dead nervous.

Sungmin: I thought I’d lose you from that moment on.

Jiwon: Just accept it. We women tend to show complicated feelings.

Sungmin sighed as he heard Jiwon’s reply, but he knew all too well about this kind of thing.

Sungmin: I know. I know.

Sungmin: Wahh… this reminds me of the times when you said “Don’t worry about me,” when you curled up in the university newspaper office. I did exactly what you told me to, but you kept pouting and your eyes were teary. I couldn’t hold to not care and ended up asking you what’s wrong. Do you remember?

Jiwon smirked in remembrance as she heard Sungmin’s words.

As the atmosphere has now cooled down, Sungmin offered Jiwon her favorite fried chicken drumstick and smiled as Jiwon ate it deliciously, with the spirit of the Song Jiwon he knew.

On Jiwon’s fifth drumstick, she blurted a question casually for Sungmin,

Jiwon: By the way, my skill in bed was phenomenal, right?

Sungmin choked upon hearing Jiwon’s nonchalant question and blinked his eyes numerous times to control himself.

Jiwon: Well you don’t have to tell me, I know I’m good. To tell you the truth… you were not bad.

During all those 4 years of knowing Jiwon, Sungmin still couldn’t fathom Jiwon’s coolness every time she talked about vulgar things.

Sungmin gulped down a pint of coke in front of him to cool himself down.

Sungmin and Jiwon finished eating and headed out towards the car that’s parked on the street.

In the car, Jiwon held Sungmin’s right hand that’s unoccupied, and fit her slim fingers in between Sungmin’s.

Jiwon commented,

Jiwon: yaa… how can our hands fit so perfectly like this?

Sungmin: I don’t know, maybe we’re just meant to be?

Jiwon who heard Sungmin’s cheesy words, teased him,

Jiwon: Im Sungmin, you learnt some sweet-talk skills, didn’t you?

Jiwon: Are you sure you’re a mosol all these time?

Sungmin laughed as he heard Jiwon teasing him.

But to answer that question, Sungmin thought to himself, ‘yeah, I was a mosol, but not anymore. Because I have you.’

So that was how Sungmin and Jiwon finally confirmed their feelings.

Both went through a lot to finally have their hearts intertwine.

From now on, their journey is going to be filled with ups and downs.

It’s only natural that two people in a love relationship go through some frictions in between.

But if those frictions are approached with open hearts, it would only strengthen a couple’s relationship.

Glossary

mosol = motae solo = Forever alone (single since birth)

Thank you for reading.

Read the next chapter:

Chapter 3

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