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Part One: It’s a Deal

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I want you there every step of the way. I want to do what you asked for in your bio. I want you to watch our relationship bloom, to see love be true and real in the flesh.

I want to prove you wrong.

🌹warnings: swearing, consumption of alcohol, borderline cheating/inferred cheating, mentions of sex/sleeping around

🌹w/c: 5.5k

🌹a/n: I finally got around to finishing the first chapter of the story that has overtaken my entire life lately! 😭❣️

Comments and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you enjoy the introduction to the world of Prove Me Wrong as much as I’ve enjoyed putting the pieces together.

“Give me your phone.”

Your attention lifted from the device that you’d been tapping away at during Jisung’s recollection of the night he’d spent with his latest match, sheepish guilt clouding the depths of your gaze as you gave him your best apologetic smile, “I know I seem distracted, but I’m listening! Promise.”

He sighed, offering an eyeroll that would’ve seemed annoyed had it not gone hand-in-hand with an affectionate smirk. He took a deep breath, pretending to calm down from nonexistent anger before launching back into the details of the outing.

“As I was saying,” he cleared his throat, resituating himself comfortably on the opposite end of your couch, “He walked me all the way back to my car, even though he had to work in the morning.”

You bit your tongue, forcing yourself not to let your cynicism show by informing him that it wasn’t all that impressive - and was actually, in fact, the bare minimum his date should do after 10PM.

“And then, I said he didn’t have to if he needed to get home and rest, guess what this man said to me?”

You hummed rather than actually asking, knowing based on the animated storytelling and twinkle in his eye that you were going to be told anyway, regardless of your interest.

“He said he’d be awake worrying about me anyways until I’d gotten home safe!” he’d nearly squealed, kicking his feet against the carpet happily, “It was literally the sweetest fucking thing! I think he may be–” a sharp inhale drew your gaze from the notes app you’d once again been typing into, bringing Jisung’s shocked expression and wide eyes into view.

“Are you taking fucking notes?”

A scoff tickled your lips before you blatantly lied, “Why would I do that?” Your voice had shifted up half an octave, effectively giving you away as you dismissively waved your hand.

“Oh my God!” he screeched, laughter bubbling from his lips as he reached for the beer he’d all but abandoned in his rush to spill each and every intricacy of his date, “You totally are!”

You felt the prickle of an embarrassed flush creep from under the collar of your shirt as you mumbled for him to shut up, sipping at your own open drink as you waited for him to stop cackling - which he eventually did, most likely influenced by the sight of your still-reddening face.

“Writer’s block that bad again?” he finally asked after his composure had returned, genuine worry knitting his brow, before setting his now-empty bottle back into the ring of condensation it had left on the coaster whilst being neglected.

You nodded with a sigh, lips downturned in dissatisfaction, “It just feels like I’ve written all there is to write, y’know?”

He shook his head, giving you an inquisitive raise of his eyebrow - a silent effort to earn an explanation.

“Love isn’t as complex as everyone thinks it is,” you offered, tipping your head back to finish your ale. Setting the empty bottle down, you continued, “There’s only so many ways to tell the same old story.”

You pointed at your digits as you listed the main steps of love, “Person meets person, they fall in love, then live happily ever after - or, more likely, leave eachother broken and damaged before moving on to the next.”

Han’s face was easy to read, displaying obvious distaste towards your opinion. He knew better than to try and change your mind by now, though.

“We get it, you think love is dumb,” he’d said instead, sarcastic words laced with a sadness he couldn’t manage to completely mask.

“But, back to the topic at hand!” He proclaimed, any traces of brief melancholy dissolving as he clapped his hands together.

“It’s that I’m not flattered by the idea of my love life being your muse—“ he stood from his place on the sofa to make his way to the fridge, pulling another bottle from its container, pointing it towards you before interrupting himself to ask, “Another?”

“Sure,” you smiled affectionately as he grabbed a second beer, pushing the fridge door shut with his hip before making his way back.

“Wouldn’t it be more effective to just go on your own dates?” he handed you your drink as he asked, flopping unceremoniously back down into the indent he’d left in his absence.

Only Han could get away with that suggestion, you thought as you instantly withdrew so as not to have to remind him that - for you - that simply wasn’t an option.

You filled the looming silence with the quiet hiss of your bottle opening, Jisung’s eyes burning holes into the side of your head as you sipped once, twice, and three times.

You’d be the first to admit he had a valid point. Vicariously pulling inspiration from your best friend’s first date was definitely among the more convoluted ways to retaliate against a tauntingly empty document.

That wasn’t relevant, though.

It wasn’t because he was wrong that you’d gone mute.

It had somehow already been a year since you and your highschool sweetheart, San, had called off your engagement. You’d dated since senior year, somehow balancing the stress of university with a happy, loving relationship.

When he’d proposed to you at your joint graduation party - a collective finally coming from your shared group of friends - everyone was overjoyed. You were the couple other couples aspired to be; adoration evident in every glance you’d share, so madly in love that it was palpable.

Until you weren’t.

You’d gotten into one of your rare, heated arguments after attending one of his work parties. You had expressed your distaste for the way his coworker’s hand lingered on his arm, the other twirling an auburn strand around her perfectly manicured finger whilst they exchanged inside jokes about the project they’d been assigned to work on together. You had effectively been made feel like a third wheel despite the diamond glittering proudly on your finger.

He’d said you were acting far too jealous, accusing you of being controlling when you’d tried to point out that he’d done nothing to stop her from being increasingly too touchy with him.

“This isn’t who I proposed to!” he’d snapped, eyes sending you a dangerous glint you’d not seen before.

“And you’re not who I said yes to,” you’d whispered back through silent tears, watching as he packed his bags violently - snatching the ring from your finger to place it back into it’s little velvet box gently, completely opposite to how he’d shoved it haphazardly into the pocket of his coat immediately after - before slamming the door on his way out.

Only to end up dating his bubbly, beautiful coworker less than a week later.

Once the initial shock had worn off - finger no longer feeling the phantom weight of a silver band - and you’d become capable of going twenty-four hours without crying, Jisung had insisted you go out and, “live your best life.”

It probably wasn’t what he meant when you’d immediately tried to distract yourself with other men, prowling the bars for someone sober enough to retain their ability to coherently fuck you without going soft.

And just drunk enough to forget your name afterwards.

That lasted for only a couple of months, though; Jisung’s concern had already been close to stopping you, but it was a sudden realization after a particularly boring one night stand that cemented the end of your promiscuity.

The strangers had somehow made the unoccupied side of the bed San had left behind feel even emptier.

Thus began your earnest but incredibly short attempt at getting back into the dating pool. It was a strange adjustment, saying yes rather than cringing away when someone would ask for a date. It was when you’d called the number the cute Starbucks employee had scrawled on your cup, agreeing to a dinner date, that you’d come to the conclusion that love - for you - was dead.

You’d nearly forgotten how to prepare for a date. After spending arguably too long choosing an outfit that was pretty in a love way - not a sex way - you arrived at the impressive French restaurant he’d scored a reservation at. You’d spent what - to any sane, rational person - was a beautiful evening with an attractive man.

Except, in your heartbreak, you were neither sane nor rational.

He’d offered you a modest bouquet of pink carnations, stunning and lovely. Most would feel their heartstrings be plucked like a harp at the gesture. But, to you, it served only as an unwelcome reminder that you’d still needed to call the florist and cancel your order of that exact bloom for your wedding that would never happen.

The white wine you’d sipped, though delicious and assumedly expensive, had only reminded you of the glass San would always bring you while you soaked in the tub after a difficult day.

The nervousness in your date’s eyes that should’ve been endearing failed to even flatter you as flashes of the same expression on San’s face when he’d asked you to prom shot daggers through your heart.

Despite all of the painful memories, you had let the cute barista kiss you goodnight afterwards.

It wasn’t a bad kiss - filled with hopeful feelings and the taste of the chocolate dessert you’d shared- his surprisingly soft lips capturing your own in a chivalrous, gentle way.

No, it wasn’t a bad kiss. It wasn’t a bad date. He wasn’t a bad man.

But yet, after you’d said goodbye and got into a cab, you’d thanked him for the night by blocking his number and googling the address for the next-nearest coffee shop.

You didn’t want another date with him. You didn’t want a date with anybody.

Of course, being your best and oldest friend, Jisung knew that.

“It’s been a year, honey,” he gently informed you, not that you’d have forgotten had you tried. His hand fell gently onto your knee, stopping the bouncing motion you hadn’t noticed until it was brought to a stop by his warm palm.

“I know,” you sighed, placing your hand on top of his in a show of appreciation, rubbing your thumb over his smooth knuckles as you whispered, “but it’s like I said before –”

“Your heart can’t break if you don’t share it with anyone, I know,” Jisung cut you off, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair before exhaling a sigh that could only be described as defeated.

“But not even a meaningless date for inspiration?” he pressed, raising a brow as you chugged over half of your fresh beer, attempting to delay having to answer.

Jisung had yet another perfectly valid point. But, as was typically the case, you also had another perfectly valid reason not to do as he suggested.

It’s not that you hadn’t considered just finding a few dates here and there to serve as a fount of creativity - it was, by all means, the most direct approach to climb out of your slump.

Maybe before San, or if things had ended differently, you would’ve made attempts to do exactly that by now.

But San had, in fact, happened - and events had, in fact, unfolded as they did.

Now that you knew the hurt of feeling played, the absolute seasickness that wondering why you weren’t enough could cause? You couldn’t find it within yourself to give anyone the opportunity to hope for more - at least not with you.

Not dating was the only way to keep any more hearts from breaking; be it others’ or your own - even if it meant your agent having a fit over the lack of chapters you’d sent to your editor as of late.

“I don’t wanna lead anyone on, Ji,” you admitted, actively trying to escape the tense atmosphere - the off-putting vibe that only hung over you and Jisung when your love life was the topic - by standing up.

“Some poor guy’s gonna think we’re gonna get married someday,” obviously forced humor fell from your words as you busied yourself, gathering empty beer bottles from the side tables.

Your best friend followed as you brought them to the kitchen to rinse out, taking them from your hands one-by-one to place gently in the recycling bin.

“What if you just…tell the truth?” he suddenly asked after the last of the bottles had been taken care of, making you drop the plush towel you’d been drying off with.

You were absolutely shook by the sheer simplicity of what should’ve been the obvious answer.

“What?”

“Y’know, just be upfront about it,” he reiterated nonchalantly, “Just say, ‘I need to go out for research, don’t expect more of me’ or something.” He opened one of your cabinets - grabbing a bag of pretzels and biting down on one with a casual shrug - though he hadn’t just given you the Holy Grail of solutions.

There had never been a rule that you had to want to fall in love to go out on a date, though that was traditionally the goal. In theory, as long as you could find a willing participant, you could go on dates simply for the experience.

Admittedly, you felt a little stupid having not thought of it on your own.

“Hey, Ji?” you queried, biting back a smirk at the way his head shot up, cheeks bulging with the snacks he’d been indulging on. He struggled to ask what you’d interpreted to be something along the lines of ‘what’s up,’ finally bringing a breathy laugh to your lips before you asked him to do something you never thought you would.

“Will you help me set up a tinder?”

After his completely understandable surprise had worn off, Jisung was ecstatic to help you set up your account.

He’d personally selected each photo that appeared on your profile, not-so-subtly choosing only those that he’d snapped himself. He waved you off when you’d called him on it, insisting that it wasn’t his fault you took terrible photos of yourself.

As you stared down at your own brilliantly smiling face in the picture he insisted appear first - lips painted red, parted mid-laugh with shimmering gold flecks around your eyes, crinkled in jubilation at a joke you could no longer remember the punchline to - you decided that he may just be right.

He’d since handed you the reins, begrudgingly leaving the bio up to you after you’d turned down his many - as he put, brilliant - suggestions. Jisung officially lost the privilege of helping after he’d genuinely offered, “Hot but emotionally unavailable, swipe right to be blue-balled,” as an option, disappointment obvious in the way his shoulders slumped when you’d told him, in these exact words, that it would never fucking happen.

It wasn’t as easy as you thought it’d be. As an author, you knew the importance of an attention-grabbing opening line, so - after several instances of typing, backspacing, and deliberating - you settled on something simple yet compelling:

“Love is dead, prove me wrong.”

Jisung had told you that it was very mid-2000’s emo of you, earning him a playful smack to the arm before you published it to your profile and began swiping.

Ignoring your best friend picking apart every line written by the potential dates, you read each person’s description diligently - treating it less like dating than the experiment it had become - and swiped right only on those who didn’t come across as the type to insist that you simply didn’t believe in love because you hadn’t met them yet.

That didn’t stop you from receiving your fair share of cringe-worthy messages.

Hey sexy, unmatch, you’re too pretty to be such a cynic, unmatch, it’s so unfair that you don’t actually want a relationship, you sure i can’t change your mind? Unmatch. I don’t believe in love either, wanna bang? Stifle your vomit and un-fucking-match.

It wasn’t until Jisung had excused himself to return to his apartment - having yawned one-too-many times in the last hour to trust himself with driving home had he stayed any later - that a simple, genuine question popped up from one of your matches. It bad provided you with the long-forgotten feeling of warm hope deep inside your chest.

The sender?

Lee Felix, a twenty-three year old bartender with an innocent, joyful smile who - according to his profile - might be the answer to your unspoken prayers.

His bio was short and sweet, simply reading, “Hopeless romantic, hopeless at dating. More awkward in person.”

Seeing the way his eyes sparkled with childlike wonder, you could’ve easily known he loved the idea of love - even without his self-proclamation.

I almost didn’t swipe right, but I just had to ask. Please don’t be offended! but... If love is dead, why are you here? 😅

You forced that unfamiliar warmth down as you typed your reply, knowing that your plan was pretty far fetched - even in today’s dating world. You decided on keeping it as short and sweet as you possibly could, though Jisung would later tell you that you were a terrible texter;

At least you’re honest. I’m an author, a romance novelist to be exact. Hilarious, I know. The irony isn’t lost on me. I’ve hit a bit of a slump that going on dates could be the remedy for.

You chewed your lip for a moment before typing out another message, wanting to be as transparent as possible with the man behind the bright-smiled profile picture, only to be surprised by the telltale bubbles of your match responding bouncing in the lower corner of your screen.

So, you know a lot about love then?

This was the first of many questions Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender would ask that surprised you - but it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

I know enough to know it’s pointless.

Your retort would later earn you a slightly-too-hard smack from Jisung, directly to the back of your head while he would chastise you for trying to spread your “anti-love agenda.”

Your match, for as grating a message you’d sent, was either unaffected or politely ignoring the jaded undertones when he immediately answered with an inquiry that you could never have predicted.

If I help you, will you help me, too? Not in a creepy way!!! That sounded weird, sorry.

You laughed aloud at his self-awareness towards the way his message could’ve come across, wondering if he truly was even more awkward in person as his bio stated.

You deliberated this until his next message popped up, sparking your interest with an intensity you’d forgotten you were capable of.

There’s this girl…

He went on to explain that he’d downloaded tinder in a last-ditch effort to forget about the so-called woman of his dreams, a regular at the bar he worked at, who had no idea he existed outside of being the guy who refills her cosmopolitans. He’d tried to talk to her off the clock all of once, taking a twenty-minute detour to get his pre-shift coffee at the café she worked at.

He’d gone through all of that effort only for her to be completely unaware she’d ever seen him before, asking him for the name she’d seen on his nametag - every weekend for three months, he included with several broken heart emojis - to write on the cup his latte would be poured into.

He hadn’t known how to try since then, still dejected by his experience and more-bitter-than-usual latte.

So you want me to help you impress this girl?

You aptly summed up the contents of the two paragraphs with a single sentence, laughing aloud at his immediate response.

Yes.

After a two-second pause, he added a please for good measure.

That’s all?

Your hesitance stemmed from just how perfect it all seemed. Despite your eagerness to give Jisung’s offhanded idea a try, there had been a voice in the back of your mind reminding you that - even if you left your feelings completely out of the equation - someone could end up falling for you.

So how exactly had someone who was already enamored with someone else just fallen into your lap?

Almost.

His answer caused your breath to hitch, the ordinary word he sent holding an unusually heavy weight. As you watched the circles at the bottom of the screen do the wave for longer than anticipated, you breathed out a near-silent, “Please don’t be something gross, please…”

I want you there every step of the way. I want to do what you asked for in your bio. I want you to watch our relationship bloom, to see love be true and real in the flesh.

I want to prove you wrong.

Now, that was a first. Not the desire to show you that love was real, there had definitely been a fair amount of men who’d claimed they could prove you wrong - your experience on tinder tonight only serving as an unfortunate reminder of the cockiness with which a man would proclaim they could alter your entire perspective, claiming you’d feel differently if they would’ve been the one to love you.

But never once had one of them wanted to prove you wrong via falling in love with someone else before your very eyes.

Making a decision you weren’t sure whether or not you’d regret, you quickly sent your own completely average single word answer with the same above-average connotation.

Deal.

“Did you pack your pepper spray?” Jisung called from the living room as you swiped a thin layer of mascara onto your lashes, catching your own eye roll in the bathroom mirror before you justified his wild comment with a verbal response.

He’d been near-unbearable with his insistence on self-defense ever since you’d told him you were going to meet with Felix today, figuring it would be easier to discuss details of your unconventional deal face-to-face.

Felix had initially suggested you come into the bar while he was working, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable by simply inviting you over. He’d quickly backtracked, though, when you’d reminded him that the subject of his affections could appear - potentially overhearing the conversation, effectively revealing his debilitating crush.

Felix practically jumped at a new suggestion in his eagerness to move past the near-foiling of your not-yet-enacted plan.

“We’re meeting at the food court, what’s he gonna do?” You paused to swipe a clear gloss over your lips, smacking them together with an audible pop before finishing the thought, “Stab me in front of Taco Bell?”

Walking into the bathroom and setting the aforementioned canister of pepper spray into your purse, Jisung placed a hand on your shoulder and solemnly spoke, eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “I was thinking Panera,” he shrugged, unbothered as you stared at his reflection with a gaping jaw.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warned, brows raising as he sincerely continued - still ignoring the indignation written on your face, “Author found dead in front of t-bell? That doesn’t give enough headline energy and you know it.”

The way your eyes narrowed must have finally gotten to him, seeing as he quickly tacked on a compliment, “You’re too classy for that.”

You huffed, grabbing your purse now that you were content with the state of your face. Sure, there were no romantic intentions behind this meeting - but you still liked to feel pretty.

“No one is getting stabbed!”

“Correct!” Jisung grinned, “Because you’re taking the pepper spray!” He nodded in satisfaction before placing a quick peck to your cheek, skipping back to the living room. He narrowly avoided the kick you’d aimed for his arse as you followed him, coming to a stop at the welcome mat before voicing a sarcastic complaint.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” you’d grumbled, slipping your feet into your favorite worn pair of black boots and zipping the sides.

“And, yet, you keep me around,” his voice held a smug air of pride as he slid his own shoes onto his feet, opening your front door for you as he always did when the two of you left at the same time.

“Only because your warranty ran out,” you winked, slipping out the door and watching Jisung diligently lock it behind him with the spare key you’d given him years ago.

“Don’t lie, you just lost the receipt,” he laughed, hooking his key back onto his keyring before serving you a rare, serious look.

“Real talk, though,” he began, running his fingers through his hair nervously, a habit he typically engaged in when he felt anxious, “Be safe.”

“I’ll be fine, Ji,” you assured, falling into stride next to him as you walked towards the parking garage, “Promise.”

Content with your vow, he offered a gentle smile before branching off, walking towards his own vehicle as you climbed into the front seat of your own.

You waited to watch him leave, waiting until he turned the corner to put the key in the ignition. You shushed your old Nissan as a parent would their whining child, breathing a sigh of relief as it reluctantly sputtered to life.

Jisung had often criticized you for still driving the weathered four-door when you could easily afford something better, but it was easy to ignore his complaints. Loyalty to the first car you’d ever bought had always just made sense to you, even if it resulted in being the butt of a few jokes.

Your car - dubbed ‘Georgia’ by a shitfaced Jisung after you’d rescued him from a party he’d been forced to attend - was reliable, despite the rust creeping into the sun-faded maroon paint. You’d reasoned that she’d taken care of you, so why shouldn’t you do the same?

Jisung disagreed, claiming that you were just replacing romantic love with misplaced affection towards Georgia.

The journey to the mall was uneventful, filled only with your own voice singing along softly to the near-mute radio until you’d clumsily parked in an empty space a respectable distance away from the main entrance. You cursed yourself silently, remembering the long-forgotten pair of sunglasses on your bathroom counter as the late summer sun brought your eyes to an uncomfortable squint as you walked quickly to the doors.

Once the shade of the looming building provided a much-needed respite from the brightness of the sky, you whipped out your phone and shot a quick message to Felix, only to see that he’d beaten you to it.

Hey, I’m here! I know I’m a little early 😅 I got us a table, so take your time! no rush.

You exhaled your amusement, wondering how he’d managed to make informing you of his arrival into such an awkward affair, typing a quick ‘here’ in response as you crossed the threshold into the sensory nightmare that was Twin Peaks Mall.

You were immediately assaulted by the discordant, overlapping chatter of the mall-goers and the mixed scents of the several food chains present. Your eyes scanned the dining area for the man you’d only seen in photographs, stopping for a moment on each head of blonde before realizing none of them were attached to the freckled face you’d memorized before leaving home.

Your name being called from the midst of the throng straightened your posture, head whipping around as you looked for the source. You audibly snorted as you spotted him standing atop a chair, arms drowning in the sleeves of a soft, pink hoodie as they waved above his head. He beamed proudly as your eyes met his, the corners of your own lips involuntarily lifting to mimic his contagious joy.

Your eyes stayed trained on his mop of flaxen waves as you made your way through the crowd, uttering inevitable apologies to those you bumped into. You held back a laugh as Felix clumsily brought himself back down to the ground, lips downturned in both fear and concentration as he squatted on the wobbling chair.

Every second you’d spent near Felix thus far had made Jisung’s paranoia seem more and more unfounded.

You watched as he inhaled deeply before jumping safely down to the tile below, noticeably exhaling his relief. With arms outstretched on either side of him and an expression of sheer focus, his demeanor was more comparable to that of a gymnast who’d landed an important stunt rather than a man who’d leapt from a seat.

Furrowed brows were exchanged for a brief, triumphant smile as he glanced up to see you approaching. Rising to his feet, Felix stumbled in his haste to rise before your arrival.

“You do acrobatics for all of your dates?” you teased as soon as you were in earshot, tittering good-spiritedly at the way his cheeks flushed pink. Despite his embarrassment, the gentle-mannered man before you still offered his palm.

“Only on Tuesdays!” he chuckled, grasping your hand gently before giving it a quick shake. As he let go, he gestured towards the table and smiled warmly.

“It’s Saturday,” you corrected, taking the seat opposite the chair Felix had used as a stool to garner your attention.

A chuckle resonated from Felix’s throat as he reclaimed his seat - properly, this time.

“I was trying to be funny,” he informed you lightheartedly, corners of his lips still pulled into a ghost of a smile as you settled into a brief, comfortable silence. After plugging your meal choices into the food court’s provided tablet, the screen flashed to a timer. Ten minutes flipped to nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds in a fanciful font you’d come to find comically charming - especially after Jisung had claimed they were ‘yass-ifying’ fried chicken by using such elegant-looking numbers.

You’d had soda spew from your nose that day.

“So,” Felix began, pulling you from your reminiscing. You glanced towards him, watching as he fidgeted in his chair, attention focused on his worn sleeve. He twisted a loose thread between his index finger and thumb as he sheepishly admitted, “I’m not really sure how we do this,” a nervous laugh escaping his full lips as nothing more than a breath.

His admission brought you pause, realization hitting you like a ton of bricks;

You had no fucking idea. There was no manual for your extraordinary circumstances that the two of you could simply follow for the best results. Hoping that Felix wouldn’t think you incompetent, you finally shrugged and spoke honestly.

“I don’t have the slightest clue, to tell you the truth.”

His brows shot up as his lips parted, inhaling sharply before laughing aloud. Melodic bursts of joy poured from deep within his chest, infecting you in mere moments as you subconsciously joined him, carefree giggles meeting with his own rich, genuine laughter in perfect harmony.

As your giddy uproar dwindled, he timidly pulled a notebook from his backpack. You didn’t ask, but he’d informed you that he’d purchased this brand new one just for your meeting today. You’d thought about teasing him over it, but the expectant gleam in his gaze stopped you in your tracks. You couldn’t bring yourself to dim the light he effortlessly radiated, brightness only increasing as he proudly handed you an unopened package of glittering gel pens - in thirty different shades.

It was in that notebook and in those sparkly pens that you’d come up with the conditions of your deal, Felix even writing out a mock-contract, face dead serious as he signed his name in vibrant magenta.

You’d fought the urge to pick on him once again as the corners of your lips turned upwards, the little heart he’d put above the ‘i’ in his name proving to be the most challenging thing to resist poking a bit of fun at.

You read over the bullet points he’d jotted down - ideas from you both, written in sequential colors of the rainbow providing a very rudimentary set of guidelines:

Felix will take you on a date each Friday. (unless either party has prior obligations, in which case rescheduling will take place.)

You will help Felix get closer with Ryujin each Saturday. (This could be in a variety of ways, via lessons or actively coaching him through interactions. The same rescheduling clause applies here.)

Expenses will be split evenly for each outing, regardless of the recipient.

Physical contact is to be limited to things friends would do with each other.

Either party can; suggest a break, ask for changes to the contract, or terminate the agreement at any time.

The completion of both parties’ goals (finishing the novel/dating Ryujin) marks the end of this deal.

If Felix successfully convinces you that love isn’t dead, you will admit that he proved you wrong.

When you’d signed your name in the same shimmering fuschia your counterpart had minutes ago, you were blissfully ignorant to the irrevocable way Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender would change your life - catastrophically, miraculously - forever.

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bchan95 · 6 months

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Tummy Hurts (Bang Chan x Y/N)

Chan comes home to see you in a bad headspace. He makes it his mission to cheer you up.

Trigger warning: Body dysmorphia, body discomfort, self-hate

"Baby..."

I let go of the skin I held between my fingers and looked up at him through the mirror. I tried to smile back at him, but I was immediately met with a frown. I pushed back down my sweater and smoothed it with my hands. I sighed quietly, bracing myself for the conversation that I was about to have.

My boyfriend cared so much about me. And I loved him for it, but there are always moments where I relapse. I forget all the love and care he's instilled in me. It's almost like my brain resets, and it's unable to retrace its steps to see where he's mended the hurt lurking in the crevices. Ripping out almost healed scars.

He doesn't understand these moments, I know. To him, it's easy. It's simple. He tells me he loves me, and that's it. It's the truth. What he doesn't know is how quickly my brain can reform that love into pity and my warm heart into a hollow hole.

It wasn't because of anything he did. It was because of me. It was because of my tendency to overthink everything. That's how I end up in the mirror, forgetting my lovely boyfriend... overcome with the look of my figure in the mirror. Plump hips and round stomach, thick thighs, and chubby cheeks. All I can see is the way that I'm not. How I crave her.

It had been several minutes now. Chan and I have a stare-off through the mirror. He finally breaks, breathing out loudly, hand wracking through his hair before he speaks.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

My lips tighten together. I knew no matter what I said he wouldn't believe me, but my mouth wouldn't allow the truth to escape. I took a deep breath while I looked into those deep dark eyes. Oh, how I hated lying to him.

"I was just.... checking my outfit. This sweater hangs a bit low on me doesn't it?"

"I think it's perfect."

I pout, my eyes trailing away from his and playing with my skirt. I heard his footsteps drawing closer to me.

"It's nothing special Chan, I-"

I pause as I feel his arms tighten around my waist, halting my movements. I look up and see him already staring at my reflection. I can already feel my cheeks heating up under his watch. He slowly sways our bodies side to side, and I can already feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Baby don't cry, I really think you look so beautiful."

That's when the tears fall. I feel my shoulders start to shake as we rock back and forth. Chan just keeps pressing soft kisses to my temple and repeating that word.

Beautiful.

I try to find the space to speak, only short gasps escaping my vocal cords. The rocking stalls, Chan pressing his lips to my cheek once more before his lips graze my ear.

"You are my whole world, beautiful. I love you so much."

Another kiss meets my cheek with a greater force. Although my face was still covered in tears, I mustered up the courage to giggle at the aggressive showcase of love Chan chose to use. I felt his lips upturn against my skin as I smacked one more mark onto my forehead.

"You're smiling."

I roll my eyes "You're ridiculous."

"And you love me."

My smile widened as I turned, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning in toward his face. I nuzzled his nose with mine, eliciting a loud cackle from his end.

"What was that?" He smirked as I pulled back.

A smile popped out of the corner of my mouth "I don't know, but I always wanted to do that," I nuzzled his nose again.

He swooped in with a swift kiss to my lips as I lingered near his face. I smiled into the kiss, tightening my grip around him. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, lifting me into his arms with ease.

"My pretty baby, let me love you."

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godsmenusuperbowl · 9 months

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Shared Experiences ~ *Felix Lee*

Summary: Every so often, Felix can experience the same feeling as his soulmate. As much as he’d love to meet them, he knows it’s pretty much impossible. That is until he meets Stray Kids’s new stylist. What is it about you that draws him to you…?

Pairing: Felix Lee X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1851

Warning: soulmate AU

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @imagine-a-life-like-this @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: The ending is a bit rushed. And for that I apologize.

A/N 2: Part 2 to this oneshot can be found here.

Every so often, you swear you could smell brownies. Sometimes, if you concentrated hard enough, you could hear the music he was listening to faintly, as if someone was playing it quietly in the other room. There were times during the day you felt complete exhaustion with a dash of exhilaration, like you just finished a strenuous workout.

All of these odd little moments throughout your day were all signs of your soulmate.

You’ve never met, but you knew from those experiences that they seemed lovely. You wanted to meet your soulmate ever since you were little. But growing up, you let such a childish fantasy slip away for more practical pursuits. In other words, school and work and real friendships came before a person you didn’t know. Despite your maturing, you never did forget your soulmate and the experiences you shared every single day.

Sometimes, when you were alone, often before going to sleep, you wondered what your soulmate experienced from your life. Did they feel the joy you felt when you hung out with your friends? Did they hear that new song from your favorite band that you’ve been listening to on repeat? Did they taste the spicy dish you couldn’t get enough of for dinner? These kinds of questions made you endlessly curious, and you kept them all to yourself.

As curious as you were about your soulmate, you weren’t going around trying to find them. They could be all the way on the other side of the world. They could be a horrible person or uninterested in finding romance. For now, your curiosity was just that: simple curiosity. Not a reason to jump on the next plane to somewhere, in hopes of finding something that probably wasn’t there. Everything was just fine just the way it was and you were going to keep it that way.

For Felix, things weren’t just fine.

He was dying to meet his soulmate. Ever since the first shared experience, tasting homemade cookies, he has been obsessed with his soulmate. Were they kind and passionate? Were they snarky and mean? Were they quiet and skittish? He needed to know everything! If he could, he would jump on the next plane to somewhere just to find what he’s been looking for all his life.

“Felix!”

The poor boy snapped out of his daze. “Huh, what?”

Hyunjin started laughing along with Seungmin. “You’re in your own little world again.”

“Ah, sorry.” He blushed, his hair flopping in front of his face.

“Were you thinking about them again?” Minho asked, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.

He didn’t say anything, instead covering his face with his hands. He wanted to say so what? It’s hard not to think about them when he could sense them in every moment of his life. They were always there, lingering in the back of his mind. And though he would never admit it, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“C’mon guys, give him a break.” Chris slung an arm over his shoulder. “Just because you guys can ignore your soulmate marks, doesn’t mean Felix can.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes and Hyunjin subconsciously touched the lock of hair that looked different from the rest of his hair. Minho’s hand even lightly touched his wrist, where the concealer he put on to cover the black mark was starting to flake off.

Out of all of Stray Kids, Chris was the only one who didn’t have his mark anymore, the timer on his wrist a faded zero. Jeongin swore he was close to meeting his soulmate once when he was younger, but everyone called his bluff. Felix would never tell him but he was envious of Chris. He was lucky to have met his soulmate and was hopelessly in love and devoted to them. What Felix wouldn’t give to have that same kind of love for himself. If only he could find them. But he was too busy to go looking for them.

A knock at the door stopped them all. In came the stylists, with the head stylist bowing respectfully at front.

“Excuse us. Are you ready?”

Minho nodded. “Yes, we’re ready when you are.”

“Excellent. Oh, and I would like to introduce you to the newest member of the style team, Y/n L/n.”

Felix glanced at the new higher and felt his cheeks warm at the sight. You were beautiful. Absolutely stunning. But besides how beautiful you looked, there was a thought, a feeling in the back of his mind that there was more to you then you let on. Something that made him feel like you two were going to be close. He had never felt such a feeling before. He wasn’t sure if he should ignore it or pursue it.

“Felix?”

He snapped out of his thoughts as the head stylist smiled brightly at him. “Pardon me. But I was wondering if it was alright if Y/n helped you with your makeup today?”

Not trusting his voice, which he was sure would come out far breathier than he’d want, he nodded. The head stylist nodded, smiling brightly. She gestured for you to begin before helping Hyunjiin hide the lock of hair that didn’t match the rest of his hair.

You smiled and his breath caught in his throat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Felix. I hope I do a good job for you today.”

He nodded. “I’m sure you will.”

Your smile brightened and he felt his heart skip a beat. You were truly a vision and you seemed very kind. He wanted to talk to you, wanted to learn everything he could about you, but his words were caught in his throat. It was like your very presence overwhelmed him in a good way. While he felt dumb for not being able to speak to you, he also felt truly at peace with you gently applying his makeup. It was a nice feeling.

Felix watched as you carefully chose what to use and the look you wanted to give him. You seemed to give special attention to what products you chose, as if one wrong move would ruin the whole thing. But he would let you apply, take off, and apply makeup on him over and over again if it meant he could just be next to you. Everything you did was mesmerizing and he couldn’t get enough of it. These thoughts and feelings surprised him with their intensity, but it wasn’t unwelcome. He couldn’t stop the small smile on his lips during the whole process.

“I hope you don’t mind if I’m light on foundation.” You mumbled. “I think your freckles are lovely and I’d hate to cover them up.”

Again his heart was doing tricks in his chest. He nodded, “Alright. Thank you.”

Your smile turned shy. “You’re very welcome.”

The rest of the time passed in quiet contentment. It didn’t bother him that much, even though he really wanted to speak with you. However, he would rather your first moments together be comfortable just like this. It was nice.

Of course when the two of you were done and you moved on to help finish Jeongin’s makeup, Chris nudged his shoulder.

“What was that all about?”

“What was what about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” He nodded in your direction. “You were practically giving them puppy dog eyes the whole time they did your makeup. So I ask again: what was that all about?”

He shook his head, letting his hair slip in front of his face a little. “It was nothing. I was just making sure they did a good job.”

“Oh yeah sure.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you think they could be your soulmate?”

Felix felt his brain jolt and restart at the question. “Dude, shut up! Whether or not they’re my soulmate is irrelevant. They were just doing their job, that’s it. Besides, there would be no way of knowing for sure if they were my soulmate or not.”

Chris shrugged. “Whatever you say, my friend. All I’m saying is, if I were you, I would try talking to them. It seemed like they liked you as well.”

Glancing back at you, finishing up Jeongin’s makeup, he sighed. Was Chris right? Did you really like him as much as he did? Did you want to be around him all the time and learn everything about him? Did being apart ache like no other? Were you his soulmate?

He knew there was no way of knowing, at least not without sounding crazy. He couldn’t just go up to you and ask if you shared any of the same experiences he did throughout his entire life. But even if you weren’t, did he have to end up with the one he was supposed to be with? He’s heard of soulmates who didn’t get along or just stayed friends. All he knew was he wanted to talk to you again, whether you were his soulmate or not.

There was another knock at the door and a stagehand poked his head in. “Five minutes till showtime, Stray Kids.”

They thanked him and all eight boys rushed around for last minute details. Seungmin was putting in his contact lenses that made his eyes the same color and Minho was applying more foundation to the black mark. Changbin adjusted his skin tone compression shirt, just in case his soulmate started writing all over his arms in the middle of performance again.

You added the last bit of makeup on Jeongin before allowing him to grab his in-ear piece. Now that you had a moment to yourself, Felix touched your shoulder, causing you to flinch. He brushed off the feeling of surprise as it felt like a cold breeze hit his back.

“Can I speak to you after our performance?”

You nodded. “Of course. I’ll wait for you.”

He ignored the flipping of his stomach at your words. Instead, he lined up with the rest of Stray Kids and followed them to the stage. Taking a deep breath, he joined them on stage to the cheers of their fans. He smiled brightly and waved to all the Stay, throwing a few hearts their way. A sense of completeness and satisfaction filled him as he got into place. This was where he belonged. This is who he is. He is Felix Lee of Stray Kids, and he was born to perform.

As the song began and he started to dance, his usual sense of excitement and fun was replaced with something else: surprise. He faltered for only a second, trying to figure out the source of this new feeling. He glanced around the audience before looking to the sides of the stage.

That’s when he locked eyes with you and understood.

You were feeling surprised. You must have felt his mood when he was in performance mode. You must have felt a lot more than just that.

But besides all of that, Felix knew Chris was right all along. You were his soulmate.

And he couldn’t wait to talk to you after the show.

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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dear anon, sweet anon, thank you so much for requesting this <3 i didn’t know that i needed it in my life and now...here it is;) IT WAS SO FUN hehe

melt in your mouth | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung

Genre: that good good smut

Summary: After hearing a rather interesting story about a certain brand of chocolate aphrodisiacs, your curiosity gets the best of you and your friend’s roommate, Jisung.....a spin off of bites like bittersweet

Word count: 3.7k

*photocreds to OP!

{see below for tags, nsfw and warnings!}

Tags: aphrodisiac au, somewhat friends to lovers, hints of mutual pining, bestfriend!seungmin, seungmin’sroommate!jisung, hardswitch!jisung, hardswitch!reader, explicit language, mentions of food/eating, hand stuff (r &m), degredation, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties), creampie, voyeurism, and we love a plot twist ;)

~💋~

two flavors seemed excessive. one flavor seemed like just enough. you didn’t want to break the bank or anything on something that was likely crappy quality or potentially psychedelic; even worse, it could be both.

“and you want to try these with me why?” seungmin pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose bridge and scrunched it up. he inspected the paper wrapper with a skeptical glare. the design itself was anything but trustworthy: in swirly cursive pink font, the name Cherri Amore and under it, a absurdly large lipstick mark with the outline of a couple doing what must have been fucking “spread eagle.”

seungmin muttered, leaning over the counter of the dingy kitchen he shared with his roommates, “proven aphrodiasiac and libido booster...? y/n, sorry, i just--i’m fucking lost here--”

“--ever heard of trying something for the hell of it seung??” you snatched the bar from his hand. “the review that i read online said that it made them crazy fucking horny, so much so that they fucked their best friend of something like five years or something like that. isn’t that insane?!”

your best friend’s eyes blew out with his mouth aghast, “what the hell?? shit--of course you’d find something insane on the internet like this and drag me into it...”

in your incredulous laugher, you threw your neck back so hard it hurt a little. “loosen up! it’s probably a scam or something. plus...if it does work on us...don’t act like i haven’t caught you in the act before...”

seungmin, ever the angel, flushed a shade of fuchsia you thought inhumanly possible for someone to attempt. “that-that wasn’t--that wasn’t what you thought it was!!!” he cast away the chocolate bar as if it were his dick on the very night that you had walked in on something that was supposedly not what it looked like.

“relax!” you punched your embarrassed friend on the arm which he dramatically rubbed into. “it’s not a sin to jerk off or anything. hell, i do it....obviously.”

seungmin chuckled out unsteadily, “well, um, what if it does work then, what do we do?”

you snickered, “ha! hell if i know. cross that bridge when we get there?”

“so what you’re saying is...this could either be a massive waste of our time, or, both of us get so stupidly turned on that we decide to have sex....with eachother?”

“that’s the gist i’m getting.” you took to the corner of the shiny pink paper wrapping at the corner. “but...who said that we had to fuck or anything...?”

from fuchsia to nearly scarlet, seungmin averted his eyes at the speed of light.

“seung!!! do you have something to tell me?!” your teasing grin spread wide and you lifted your hand to give your adorable friend a clap on the back.

“i’m just repeating what you said!!”

you broke the bar open, cracking off the first square on the counter with a solid snap. with a smirk, you offered it to your friend. he reached out, only to nearly jump out of his skin when the old-timey ringtone from his phone erupted in the hollow kitchen.

“shit.” he murmured under his breath, pulling it out and immediately pressing the call button upon seeing the caller. “h-hello? yeah? wait, wait...slow down...the cultures did what?! and you have to start over?? shit--”

before you could have anything to do with it, your friend was already throwing on his sneakers and sky blue raincoat. “sorry, y/n but i have to go. that was my co-worker, they said that something went bad with the incubator, and all of the cultures are ruined, and there’s the stupid lab meeting in the morning--”

“i’m gonna pretend that i understood everything you said.” you hung at the doorway to the kitchen, observing him trip over pairs of shoes and other random-ass college-aged boy items. “you only get a pass because i have a feeling that the coworker we’re talking about here is the cute one.”

your friend rolled his eyes, mouthing a reluctant, “yes.”

“fine then. we can try the chocolates another time.”

“fine--sure--” seungmin grabbed for the handle, “sorry. again.”

~💋~

you felt like the chocolate bar was taunting you, just sitting there opened with two squares all ready for the eating. oddly, you really couldn’t figure out exactly why you had wanted to try them in the first place. for a second, the guilt and loneliness started to seep through and it felt sticky, pathetic, and stung like thorns right into your breaths.

“fuck it.” you whispered under your breath, swiping them all up and walking over to the trash can.

“whatcha got there?” a voice entered the room attached to one of seungmin’s roommates, jisung.

the two of you had met many times in passing, and you had shared enough small talk to consider him somewhat of an acquaintance. from what you had gathered about the boy, he spent much too much time in his room working on his animations and was the dictionary definition of one of those cocky-assholes you had a soft spot for.

“jisung--hey. it’s...it’s nothing. something stupid that i blew my money on.”

“let me see.” he crossed the room, looking wired and overtired as usual.

from staring at his screen for so long his eyes bagged with dark circles, but somehow it made him look mischievous, or something like that. his muscle tank had been cut low to reveal his sides and ribs which flared when he grabbed for the bar of chocolate.

“huh.” he scoffed, “i’ve seen like, infomercials for these things. you were going to try it?”

“yeah...i-i mean--no...i was.”

“what’s stopping you? not curious anymore?”

“window of opportunity passed.”

“i don’t think so.” he grinned, matter of a fact. “i like chocolate.”

you couldn’t quite believe what was being said to you at first. jisung, the boy that you barely knew, was standing there with his goofy heart-shaped smile and all, holding libido boosters and asking you to take them with him.

“you do know what those are, right? what they could do?”

immediately, he popped one in his mouth, nearly like it was a challenge. “empahsis on the “could.””

he held them closer to you, prompting you to take the remaining square which was flecked with little red hard-candy looking bits.

“fine then. you’re right. what they could do.” you downed the candy, crunching it and finding that the quality was certainly not a guarantee. the thing itself tasted halfway between a tootsie roll and cold medicine. “fuck.”

jisung laughed, throwing the rest of the bar away.

“what did you that for?”

“i’m guessing whether they work or not, you might not need them anymore.”

your friend’s roommate slicked his hair back, and ruffled it over his dark eyes. his face was slightly puffed with exhaustion, but it didn’t make him any less handsome.

“so we wait now?” you asked, glancing at the clock.

“wanna order some food or something?” he smacked his lips, “i need a fucking chaser after that.”

~💋~

you didn’t know what time it was; late, probably. after a couple hours of realizing that nothing was really going to happen to you or your friend’s roommate, you had decided to stop expecting it. although, you had kind of hoped...

the sofa that the boys shared was just about as comfortable as you had remembered it. it was large enough to hold you and seungmin’s two roommates on better days, but, once again, random-ass college-boy stuff cluttered at least half of it. it was one of those “dumpster finds” and kind of smelled like a grandma’s house, but honestly, that was what made it so comfortable.

the tv carried on, playing some kind of animated movie that jisung had chosen claiming that the director was some kind of “god of animation and storytelling.” you liked the colors, but soon you felt yourself being lulled and drowsy: your head felt heavy simply resting on your shoulders.

your eyelids fogged, and the sounds from the tv set started to fade into inexistence. beside you, jisung had crossed his arms, but the lack of space had pressed both of your thighs together, and the warmth from his leg started to wash over your drowsy state. your head bobbed, swayed...then fell, directly onto his shoulder. had you been more lucid, you would have cared more.

“oh--” he jumped slightly, and shifted awkwardly.

the room darkened and soon all you could see was the thin line of light that your half-open eyes allowed.

“this-this can’t be comfortable for you.” jisung hushed and clicked the tv off. “hey, you should be heading to bed anyway, it’s late.”

“are you kicking me out, jisung?” you babbled, not really aware of your own words.

your friend’s roommate chuckled, straightening his posture to support you. “i’m not gonna make you walk back to your place at this time of night.”

“it’s only a couple of blocks--”

“--you’ve slept over here before, haven’t you?”

you stretched out your arms with a little squeak.

“yeah. on the couch.”

“you...can’t do that. you’d have to sleep in a fucking corkscrew if you did that.”

“yeah, i know.” you giggled, now finding yourself in a kind of stupor that made you wonder if the chocolates really were doing their job. “i’ll just take seung’s bed then--”

“--he’s! not back...yet.” jisung hugged his arms to himself. “i dunno, shouldn’t he have his bed when he comes back?” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “of course, there’s space in my bed if you’d like.”

“me? sleep with you?”

“yes, with me.” just as he had before, that little challenging edge coated his tone, “only if you’re comfortable i mean. i guess that i’m forgetting that the most that the two of us have shared yet is some wack-ass chocolate so, i shouldn’t be making any assumptions.”

“no, no!” you pounced off from the couch, reaching high to the ceiling to stretch out your sore back next. and, perhaps to let your shirt tuck up just a little bit as you did so. “i don’t have a problem with it.”

jisung nodded, grinning in the half-lit room, cleaning away to-go boxes. you had noticed before, but the way that his triceps tensed when he moved around was really just a little too distracting.

“you can head on in, but--be quieter about it. jeongin is sleeping in here.”

you clicked off a sleepy salute, following the hall down exactly where you had known his room to be, but you had never entered it before. it didn’t surprise you, but it was just as messy as the rest of the place was, and you had to tip-toe around god-knows what to find your way.

after tripping on something soft and sort of damp, (which you prayed was a shower-towel) you made your way to jisung and his face illuminated by the blue-glow of his phone screen where he had immediately jumped in bed after navigating through the room much more skillfully than you had.

“you have an issue if i sleep in my underwear?” you asked, realizing.

jisung paused, wide eyed, but quickly fell back into his casual and cocky smirk. “i mean, that’s basically what i’m doing so...”

“scooch over. i hope you’re not a blanket hogger or anything.”

the bed was already pleasantly warm from jisung having occupied it. it would have felt amazing if you had been as tired as you had been moments ago, but now your entire body felt horribly wide-awake.

“--and if you start to snore, i’m leaving you for the couch, got it?”

jisung let out an airy laugh, shifting and creaking the bed a bit under him, “i don’t snore...for your information.”

with the blankets pulled up to your nose, you turned to lay on your back, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room. above you, the faint green glow of glow-in-the-dark stars sprinkled across the ceiling, making up constellations: from what you could make out, the big dipper was above jisung’s bed, and the little one was above jeongin’s, who peacefully slept with tiny breaths.

jisung rolled to the side, accidently brushing his bare leg against yours.

“night, y/n. sorry the chocolates didn’t work out. would’ve been kind of hilarious if they did.”

“psh.” you rolled over too, closing your eyes, “you saying you would’ve taken up the opportunity to get in my pants?”

“guess we’ll never know.” he sighed.

~💋~

birds chirped, signaling the coming sunrise what was nearly breaking upon the horizon, and filled with deep blue sky with a type of orange-glow. the room was dim and stuffy, and noticeably much hotter than you remembered it being before. over the course of the night, you had tangled your legs with the sheets, finding them trapping you between them, and you shuffled to escape them and feel the air hit your skin. they shifted, letting you feeling the sticky mess between your legs.

“what the--” the aching and heated desire made itself painfully obvious, soaking directly through your underwear, making a wet mess of them where you throbbed with an utterly unexplainable arousal that reverberated in your core.

the friction from your legs only heightened the sensation, and you found yourself unwillingly rutting down into the mattress just to feel an ounce of relief.

fuck, the chocolates, you recalled. while you had expected to feel something from them, this was twenty times more intense than anything you could have planned for.

you were like an animal in heat, vulnerable, weak, dazed. your body set ablaze, and it only made sense to strip of any and all clothing that held you back. in your own desperation, you had completely forgotten about the man resting next to you.

“y/n? what's--what are you doing?” jisung groggily croaked in a tone several octaves lower than you were accustomed to. your brain could only calculate it is as downright, unbelievably sexy.

“jisung, i’m fucking burning up, an-and, i think i’m finally feeling something....are you?”

he hadn’t noticed it at first until he did, but from where he could see where the blanket dipped all the way down to your waist, you were completely bare. with fluttering eyes, he gulped down dry. you noticed the way that he took you all in, looking at every inch of you. you reveled in how he greedily and shamelessly didn’t stop.

under the covers, his own legs twisted.

“me too.” he answered gravely, speaking with a low whisper.

carefully, his tentative touch advanced under the covers, slowly reaching to your bare hip, where he settled a testing caress, squeezing harder, then cascaded down the small of your back to make you shiver. your own hand did the same, instead finding his leg and creeping your hand up and under his shirt. little space existed between the two of you, and only the panting of your heavy inhales and exhales could be heard.

your eyes glued to his, beautifully brown and dilating, trembling a little while holding yours. from his light touches, it took every bit of your will to control yourself from launching over him. jisung’s hand fell lower, and toyed with the elastic band of your underwear which had started to feel painfully confining. each of your own fingers traveled up his torso, brushing over his chest which made his whole body shake.

“sh-shit, i’m so fucking--” jisung started, dropping off his words to let out a wavering sigh. you didn’t need to guess any further.

jisung slid two fingers under your elastic band, and it became too much to handle.

“please, touch me jisung.” you whined out pitifully, clawing directly into the soft muscles of his back.

you were shocked how quickly he had given into you, immediately crashing his lips against yours first, then using both arms to pull you into his chest so close it stole all of your breath away. you kissed him back roughly, ravenous to feel the sensation of his mouth against your own. he growled out a small groan directly into your lips, sloppily working every single corner and edge of your mouth with a devilish smile curling his own.

lower, both of your hips met flush, grinding and twisting to create the kind of pressure that the both of you craved. limbs twisted, sweating and heated skin mingled, and you could feel every bit of his hardened cock right against your own arousal and how his shaft throbbed helplessly.

“you taste so good.” he murmured between haphazard kisses, letting his low tone vibrate against you.

“take these off.” you ordered, tugging at his boxers, nearly taking them off yourself.

“take yours off.” he echoed, and you did.

curious hands plunged deeper, delighting fingers in the slick of the other’s cum.

“fuck.” jisung dragged the explicative over your lip where he lapped lazily into you. “don’t stop.”

you gave him a moment’s pause, stopping to wet your palm with saliva, then met it with his cock. you worked his length with the sharp and twisting turn of your wrist, causing him to whimper out shamelessly.

“shhh.” you hissed, pulling his lip with our teeth, “don’t want to wake up your roommate do we?”

he nodded, biting each and every tantalizing little sound into his lip instead. your own breaths grew shallow feeling the pressure from his hand between your legs and how he had grabbed into your thigh to swing it over his hip for better access.

“wouldn’t you like me to fuck you out, baby? fuck you like the good little cock whore that you are for me? i’ve seen the way that you look...you’ve wanted this...haven’t you?” jisung’s words were slick and luxurious despite their bite.

to suppress the begging moan in your throat, you cupped your hand over your mouth, and pressed hard into it.

the blanket tented from your pulling at his cock and how you rubbed over his slit: it was an ethereal sight even in the blurriness of the room.

slowly, you leaned over to his ear, waist rocking back and forth over the sensation of his hand rubbing into you relentlessly. “don’t lie baby, you want my ass bouncing on your cock...don’t you?”

in one movement, he swept his full body weight over yours and harshly pulled your legs back to open your entrance just for him to tease with his tip. he guided himself in slowly and meticulously, bottoming out once you had sunk your fingers into his shoulders to manage some of the screams you would have let out otherwise.

“fuck yes, baby.” jisung growled, finding an animalistic pace that burned your whole body with white flames of pleasure.

you grew impatient wondering furiously what his cute little pouty cheeks would look like when you fucked him from above, riding his dick. you wouldn’t wait any further, taking your grasp on his shoulders to then flip him, settling your hips over his dick which you pounced on to the tune of one of his moans slipping past, loud and guttural.

“shut. the fuck. up.” you scolded him, throwing your hand over his pretty mouth. he whimpered out once again, eyes rolling feeling the tip of his dick reach as deeply inside of you as you would let it. “cum inside me sungie, i won’t stop until I have every last drop.”

jisung nodded, chest flaring as his breaths quickened.

“cum for me baby, and i’ll cum for you...got it?” your breathy whispers scratched your throat, but you needed him to hear.

you held his eyes which glistened with two pretty little tears that fell as he came hard, shaking with his whole body and letting each of his gleeful moans come spiraling into your hand.

your own heat came surging, right at your core, growing....growing...

a lamplight flashed on.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE--WHAT THE--”

jeongin threw his sheets over his eyes, while shuddering. “I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING!!”

his shrill scream sent you jumping out of your lust, and you scrambled off jisung’s throbbing and pink cock, and forgetting the force of gravity, which sent his cum dripping out from inside of you. in your panic, you grabbed at anything to cover up your body and his, only to get so tangled that you lost your balance on the edge of the bed and.....

~💋~

THUMP

your body hit the wooden floor of jisung and jeongin’s room, right on your butt where you knew that it would be hurting for weeks.

as disoriented as you were, it took you a good few minutes to realize what had actually just happened.

“y/n?” jisung called with his groggy half-awake, half-asleep tone. “did you just fall out of the bed?”

on the opposite side of the room, you whipped your head over to see jeongin still peacefully sleeping with his back turned to jisung’s bed.

“fuck--um, yeah. i did. shit...”

jisung chuckled in the dark room just barely peeking with the first bits of the sunrise in streaming into the room.

“i don’t know how you did that considering i gave you plenty of space. get back up here.”

still dazed and brain overheating, you could have sworn you felt the little aftershocks of the orgasm that felt so real still coursing through your body.

you felt it too: the way that your underwear had slicked. some part of it all must’ve been real.

“jisung--” you started, not even sure if you wanted to tell him in the first place. “are you certain that you didn’t feel anything?”

jisung turned to face you and shook his head, “no, you?”

you hesitated, holding his eyes to see that he must have been telling the truth.

“i just...i just had this insane dream...”

“dream? about what?”

“it’s hard to explain...” you trailed.

“you look kind of shaken up, are you sure that you’re okay?” jisung extended a careful hand, and smoothed down the side of your face in the way that had felt frighteningly real only seconds ago. his hand lingered, falling down your neck and giving you goosebumps. your eyes fell to his lips, and you wondered if they would taste like you had imagined them to be.

you leaned in closer, closing the gap.

“it went something like this.”

~🌹~

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