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kpoptrashlord-007 · 3 years

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Splash!;; NJM

Word Count;; 3.2k

Genre;; Smut

Pairing;; Jaemin x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

"I don't like cowards, Jaemin. If you wanted me, you should have told me to my face."

Summer is underway and there's no better way to beat the heat than relaxing by the pool. Things take an unexpected turn, however, when an old face makes a reappearance. With Jaemin around, you don't plan on staying in the sweltering heat for long, not when you could melt under his touch instead.

Warnings;;

Explicit Content! - Language and Sexual

Fingering (fem receiving), Exhibitionism, Semi Public Sex

Notes;;

Also don't have sex in public spaces where children might overhear / see you. Not cool, man.

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Chlorine hung heavy in the air. So much so that it stung your nose despite the distance between you and the pool. Even with the considerable gap, it was noisy. Children screamed as they played. The teens weren't much better, squealing when the warm water splashed onto their swimwear or, had they been the culprits, laughing at the indignant protests of their companions.

Your plans to relax and relish in the joys of summer were fast fading.

Even the drink you ordered proved to be a mistake. The machine was low on syrup and instead of soda, you received water with a hint of carbonation. If the distasteful excuse of a refreshment weren't enough to make you groan, it wasn't even cold. Specks of ice floated at the top of the cup but they had long since melted.

"Um, excuse me," you called to the retreating server but he didn't acknowledge you further, disappearing into a small group of teenage girls making their way toward your pavilion.

Leaning forward in an attempt to catch his attention again, you kicked your legs off the side of your lounge chair. Given your status as a regular at the country club, it was your preferred seat that was often saved for you. It was one of the few spots that featured more shade than sun and water and you cherished it. The chair was a bit bigger than you were and the angle allowed your back to rest in such a way that when the summer heat lulled you to sleep, you never awoke uncomfortable.

Today a peaceful slumber seemed unlikely, however.

"Excuse me!"

Your continued and equally feeble attempts to summon the server back through the crowd were futile. Not only was he now long gone but the girls were much too loud. They started giggling while looking past you, one of them even going so far as to point. The others smacked her hand and told her not to be so obvious.

"Ouch!"

"You deserved that. We need to be incognito!"

"He looks like a golden god!"

"I'd die if he even looked our way."

Curiosity got the better of you. Sipping on your 'soda', you followed their gaze to find this so-called piece of art. There were many people scattered about, some of which were attractive, but none of them compared to the man approaching your pavilion. They weren't lying - not even about how they'd react. Raucous whispers crescendoed into near-yelling as the man grew nearer.

There was something familiar about him that you couldn't quite place.

"Is he coming over here?"

"Wait, you think so? Is he really?"

"Oh my God, do I look okay?"

"I thought we'd never see him again after he graduated!"

"What do we do? Jaemin is coming over here!"

Jaemin.

Now that name you knew. It was the same name your lowerclassmen used to usher in reverence, the name of the boy they used to fawn over back when you were still in high school. He was the talk of the whole school no matter the grade. Looking at him now, you weren't surprised. He wore a confidence that could break a woman and it was complemented by a stunning smile that could disarm one's defenses, all in one fell swoop.

Na Jaemin was dangerous.

But then again, you'd always heard the same thing said about you.

The squabbling beside you continued as his course remained set, heading in a straight line toward your space. With eyes locked, his smile expanded into a dazzling grin, eyes swirling with mischief. Exaggerating a sigh, you broke contact with him to look out over the pool.

"Hey Jaemin! You look great today!"

Gasping broke the shocked silence that had fallen over the girls as they turned to the one brave member of their group. She waved at Jaemin and from your peripheral you saw him return the gesture. Standing a few feet away from you, he was now under the shade of your oversized umbrella.

"Oh, thanks. You too," he said before plopping down into the lounge chair next to yours. There was hushed whispering amongst the girls, though one comment was easier to discern than others.

"Is she his girlfriend?"

You wanted to laugh.

"Shut up! You're so loud."

"Shush!" A cacophony of hushing and giggles followed. Each of the girls looked him up and down, admiring his form. In only a pair of trunks, he provided quite a meal for them to feast on. "Jaemin, would you like a drink?"

Lolling your head to your side to look at him, you observed him. His eyes were a deep brown and his hair was styled despite the location. Heat tinged his skin with a golden hue. With a wave of the hand and a shake of the head, he denied their offer and instead focused on you. The intensity of his stare burned hotter than the sun's rays.

"I never thought I'd run into you here of all places."

Leaning toward him, you rested your elbow on the arm of your chair and cupped your chin. Tapping your manicured nails along the soft skin of your cheek, you sighed, "Do I know you?"

"You don't remember me?"

"No." Your response sounded too curt so you added a quick 'sorry' to lighten the severity of your tone. You know it came across more sarcastic than it did sincere if the twitch of his lip was anything to go by. Men as handsome as him are never used to being told 'no'. Watching the way their egos crumble was a sort of pastime for you.

If your small white lie affected him, he buried the reaction under a gloss of excitement. He nodded and smiled and you couldn't help but think how interesting Na Jaemim was once again proving to be.

"You were my upperclassmen. Everyone loved you."

"Even you?" You teased with a wink, eliciting a silent laugh from your new companion.

"Even me. You probably don't remember this but I actually left a confession in your locker once. Pretty lame, huh?"

"Oh, for sure!" Upon hearing your laughter, he scoffed, disbelief dropping his jaw. There was a hint of fire in his eyes. It suited him well. When you composed yourself, you added, "But I do remember that. I can't believe that was you! It was just so cute."

"You smiled while you read it and I thought I had a chance but you never showed up at the, um, baseball field? I was crushed by that, I'll have you know."

"No, no, you asked to meet at the soccer field! And of course I didn't." Biting back another chuckle, you stood. His eyes followed your every movement as you wiped away imaginary dirt and stretched your back. When you looked back down at him, he was looking at your face rather than your body, and once more he garnered your interest. "I don't like cowards, Jaemin. If you wanted me, you should have told me to my face."

And with that you left the shade and luxury of your pavilion. Walking down scorched, stone stairs, you made your way toward the pool. While you didn't plan on hopping in, you did wish to bask in the atmosphere, in the ambiance of summer elation.

A light mist floated above the turbulent surface that was frequently broken by flailing limbs. Joyous shouts met your ear. The closer you got to the shallow end of the pool, the louder they became. The sun beat down upon you without remorse, leaving your skin irritated. You needed another application of sunscreen but you didn't plan to stick around long enough to bother with it.

Despite the rowdy and loud nature of the pool, you heard the telltale footfalls of someone hot on your trail. With any luck it was Jaemin. You really hoped it was. Back in high school when you had read his confession, you had fallen in love with the prose of it all, fallen in love with his poetry. Of all the people who had tried to court you, you would've given him a chance.

"Cannonball!"

Before you had time to react to the child pushing past you to leap into the water, your body was twisted away from the edge and shielded from the subsequent splash that cascaded down upon all those nearby. Most people didn't mind as they had come to the pool to get wet, though there were a couple of concerned requests to follow the safety rules. The lifeguards blew their whistles but the sound was nowhere near as loud as your own beating heart.

The warmth of his body burned hotter than the midday sun. With his chest pressed to your back, you glanced over your shoulder to confirm your suspicions and found Jaemin shaking his head in disapproval at the child. By the time the situation passed, soon replaced with the next mishap courtesy of sharing a public place, your shock had waned.

"Are you my bodyguard or something?"

He let go of your waist to turn around, displaying his back to you. Having taken the full brunt of the splash, water trickled down the entire length of his spine. Sprinkles of light caught on the droplets. His body shone with the kind of lustrous brilliance only summer offered. Even his once styled hair fell victim to the downpour, now sticking to his forehead and losing all its bounce as he faced you again. "I didn't want you to suffer the same fate, babe."

You rolled your eyes at the pet name. "Maybe I'm at the pool because I wanted to get wet, genius."

Closing the gap between your bodies, he entered your space. The smell of sunscreen and chlorine hit you hard but under it all was the scent of him; Na Jaemin, the man who once again had you falling headfirst into his world, caught in his gravity with nary a complaint. There was a magnetism about him that trapped you and even now you had no idea why you felt so drawn to him after just a few words.

"If you want to get wet, babe, leave that to me."

He hesitated before your lips could meet and you wanted to remind him of your cardinal rule: one must always have the confidence to chase what they want.

You were close enough that when he licked his lips, his tongue danced across your top lip and yet he didn't move beyond that point. Confusion lifted your eyebrow and disappointment started to well in your gut.

"What's wrong?"

"I want you."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"I want you - not just your body but all of you, and not just now but tonight and tomorrow too. I don't want to be left waiting on that field with the hope of maybe a next time. I want you and I want you to want me, too."

"How sappy," you said, brushing your lips against his and ignoring the 'get a room!' from somewhere behind you.

"Don't get used to it."

"I would never," you teased before interlocking your hands behind his neck.

"So do you?"

"You idiot," you said, admiring his sharp yet delicate features. "I've been in love with the idea of you since I read that letter. I still have it, you know? It's my ideal. If others can't love me as much as that boy that poured his affection out in ink and waited until sunset for me, a stranger, then I don't want them."

"You watched me? I bet that was a laugh," he scoffed but there was a softness in his gaze. His fingertips electrified wherever they touched, lingering near the base of your spine. Shivers shot upward and you wanted to end the meandering, to feel his touch in earnest.

"It was. Besides, I wanted to see what such a romantic soul might look like."

"And were you surprised?"

"Very, but not so much as I was when I saw you here today, in person, without having sent a memo first."

"You think you're real funny, huh?"

"Excuse me!" a little girl shouted. Her little tube was too large to go around you both without running into the chairs behind you or right into the pool in front of you. Giving her a wide berth, you separated from Jaemin. He edged closer to the pool and you walked off toward the quiet of the shower stalls. You heard her excited 'thank you!' and glanced back to see Jaemin jogging toward you, once again hot on your trail.

Winding down the uneven cobbled path that made your feet ache with every step, you caught sight of the stalls. They weren't the main set used upon entering or exiting the pool but just some added for convenience should anyone decide they wanted to wash off each time they left the pool.

The second you crossed over the line into the shade, the temperature dropped at least ten degrees. Palm trees swayed above you in a gentle breeze. People became sparse the closer you got to the stalls. No one wanted to be this far out when they came to swim or soak in the cool water.

"Are you heading out?" Jaemin huffed once he came to a quick halt next to you. "Do you maybe need a lift or want to grab a-"

"I'm having a shower. Do you want to join me?"

He chuckled and nodded, taking a step back to give you space before he processed your question. "Wait, seriously?"

The door of the stall swivelled open with a loud bang. There was a small puddle of water near the drain and you had to bite back a yelp at how cold it was. It was a small space made only smaller when you felt Jaemin squeeze in behind you. His arms wrapped around you, fostering a sense of security within the isolation of the four metal walls.

Turning the knob on full blast, you both jumped when the water came out colder than the puddle. It was almost like ice and you groaned, a mix of irritation and pleasure as the water chilled your burning skin. A shiver tore down your spine and Jaemin's hold on your waist exacerbated the sensation. Like putty, your body melted under his touch. Once more shielding you from the water, he pinned you against the wall, his breath hot on your neck.

"I want you," you whispered, breaking the serenity of the moment with desire. "I need you."

There was no longer any hesitation. His lips were on yours, fitting with yours as if they were designed for one another. The cold metal of the wall was a direct contrast to the heat of his body, the heat of his crotch as it grinded against yours. A moan tumbled forth from your mouth into his.

His fingers made quick work of your bikini top before sliding into the material of your bottoms. While maintaining the kiss, he dipped one of his fingers into your cunt. He pumped it in and out of your clenching pussy, relishing in how you trembled under his touch. Rubbing fast but precise circles against your clit, Jaemin added a second finger and your sounds filled every inch of the contained space.

"I can't believe how loud you're being. Anyone could hear you. Is that what you want?"

Digging your nails into his shoulders, you managed to hold yourself up despite the slippery floor and wall. To secure yourself, you transferred the burden of your weight to Jaemin by wrapping your leg around his back. The additional space let him hit even deeper, going knuckle deep inside your pulsing cunt.

"Be as loud as you want, babe. I want to hear you moan my name."

"You have to earn it," you grunted for no other reason than to get the last word in.

His ruthless pace quickened upon hearing your remark and you felt your stomach churn, your orgasm approaching. The coils started to compress, preparing to spring free with your release. He smirked as he watched you unravel in his hands. With his free hand he massaged one of your breasts, intent to elicit every reaction possible. Your body took shape under his touch. The additional stimulation had you near the precipice, almost ready to let yourself loose when he pulled away from you.

"The water sure does feel nice. It was getting a little too steamy in here, don't you think?"

"Are you kidding me right now?" You panted, yanking him back toward you with the leg that was struggling to remain locked around him.

"No." He grinned, tilting his head to the side as water trailed down his neck. His muscles were taut and you couldn't help but indulge in the sight of him. He truly did look like a god, sculpted with the idea of perfection in mind. Even if you never saw him again, you knew his image would remain with you until the end.

"Will you please just fuck me?"

"Talk about needy. But..." he trailed off, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I might be able to oblige."

Freeing himself from his swim trunks, he rubbed his hard cock twice over while nodding down at your bikini bottoms. With a quick pull of the strings, the dainty material fell away and you stood bare in front of him. You weren't sure if it was intentional or not, but his sharp inhalation created a sort of whistle that rattled around the stall, loud and obnoxious.

"Really?"

"What? You're hot."

"Hurry up, we don't have all day here."

"Okay, bossy," he said, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he threw his hands up in mock defense. It wasn't until he lined his cock up to your eager cunt that it dawned on him. A defeated groan escaped him. "I, uh, don't have a condom."

You blinked once, twice, thrice whilst his words settled in.

And then you pushed him away with a little too much force, the whole stall shaking when his body collided with the other side.

"Oh my God, I almost let you fuck me raw!'

"Well, I'm honoured really."

"Why don't you have one?"

"It wasn't my intention to fuck someone when I came to the pool today!"

You paused, eyeing him up and down. "How disappointing."

"The pool thing or the condom thing?" He caught your pointed glare and continued with an uneasy chuckle. "So… do you wanna come to my place? Or maybe grab a-"

"Jaemin, you dork, you can't ask me over to fuck at your place and in the very next breath ask me out on a date." Shaking your head, you dropped to your knees in front of him. "Obviously I want to do both, but first I'm going to help you with this so we can leave without you sporting a tent. Deal?"

He threw his hands up and grinned, not bothering to hide how eager he was. "You won't hear any complaints from me, babe. Do as you please."

"I always do."

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qianinterprises · 2 years

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Green Light

▌ꫂꯥ➣ title | green light ▌ꫂꯥ➣ genre | angst, smut, fantasy, tiny bit of fluff ▌ꫂꯥ➣ pairing | yuta x reader ▌ꫂꯥ➣ summary | heavily based off of "Pirates of the Caribbean." Your relationship had always been doomed, though you didn't realize it until you saw the sword through your husbands body, and his hand piercing the heart of Davy Jones. ▌ꫂꯥ➣ warnings | very angsty, very smutty, major character death, resurrection (sort of), doomed relationship, heartbreak, mentions of a heart, sword fighting, violence, blood, death, mature themes, Davy Jones ▌ꫂꯥ➣ word count | 5k ▌ꫂꯥ➣ author’s notes | I've been meaning to write this for a while, but I never really had the heart too. I just got some major inspiration out of no where today. I do want to be clear though, the first part of this pic and the ending (sort of) are in the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean." I changed things, but that is the general idea. I also do not own any characters mentioned. ▌ꫂꯥ➣ tag list | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon @jisungsblackhairissuperior @nschit @jaesspresso

❝Ten years at sea, one day on land. That was the deal.❞

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A silent scream tore through your body with a force that knocked you onto your knees as the sharp, blood and dirt caked blade pierced through his body as if it were nothing. His pupils dilated and his mouth parting to let out a silent grunt of immense pain at the pressure tearing through him. The man holding the sword smirked in victory and shoved him hard off the blade, turning to you, his tenacled face wriggling in excitement as his menacing eyes locked on yours.

Without so much as a word, he charged toward you, your newly-wedded husband's blood still dripping from the blade. Part of you wanted to stand still, let him run you through as well, but as you glanced over to where the man was laying on his back at his dead father’s feet, you gritted your teeth and growled in anger.

You raised the sword you’d dropped in terror and connected it with the tentacle-faced bastard, blocking, but not stopping him from whirling his arm around and bring it down by your side. You pushed up off the ocean-soaked deck and caught his sword with your own once again, this time, releasing first and striking toward him, your blade slicing off a slimy tentacle. He howled in pain and anger and charged at you again, his sword slinging toward your neck in a rage and this time, you almost didn’t block in time as your eyes caught your father-in-law kneeling by your husband with a knife and a box.

Your blade crashed with tentacle-face yet again, but not before his blade slashed across your face, slicing open your damp skin, allowing crimson to flow steadily down your cheek, but you didn’t make an attempt to stop the bleeding as you swung at him again, but this time, as he was preparing to swing back, his chest opened up into a black whole that kept expanding. In a horror, he looked over to where your husband lay dying, your eyes trailing painfully over the scene.

Your husband’s hand clasped loosely around the knife his father had been holding, the knife pointed straight down into the deck where it pierced through a slowly beating heart vacant from someone's body.

“No!” Tentacle man screamed, rushing toward the scene, but it was too late.

As Taeyong, your husband's best friend and worst enemy held Yuta’s arm onto the blade, Tentacle man collapsed, and the ship roared loudly, cracking and creaking as boards began ripping apart.

“Alright, time to go!” Taeyong declared, dropping the knife and standing up. “Let’s go sweetheart,” he said, rushing toward you as you rushed toward your husband.

“No! Yuta!” you screamed.

His father picked up the forgotten dagger and used it to pierce through Yuta’s chest, eliciting another scream as Taeyong grabbed you around the waist, your skirt tangling around your legs as he climbed one-handedly up the net leading to the sails. He grabbed a sail rope when he was almost to the top and, clasping you tightly, pushed off the large beam-pole just as the ship was swallowed by a hole of swirling water leading straight to the bottom.

You let out another scream as your own heart felt as though it were wrenching from your chest, eyes still on the hole the ship had disappeared into, taking the love of your life with it.

Taeyong’s boots hit the deck of his own ship, cheers erupting from the sailors, but you were numb to it all, eyes still casting over the sea, hoping, by some speck of the imagination, that you would wake up, the battle would be over, and you’d be below deck naked in your husband’s bed, pressed tightly against his sweaty body that never failed to gross you out and turn you on at the same time.

The cheers died down and you felt Doyoung, a great friend and arch enemy of your own, drape an arm over your shoulders. He may not have been a good man. At least not entirely. But he was a man that you’d had the misfortune of spending a lot of time with in the past. A man who had been present for most of your story with the man you’d now lost. The pining for one another, the acceptance of your father and Yuta’s proposal, your almost wedding ruined by his arrest, escapes leading to a temporary breakup, your near death on multiple occasions, and finally, your marriage that happened merely an hour ago in the middle of the fight when Doyoung himself had married you. He understood. You hadn’t a doubt about that. He felt sorry for you and perhaps angry at himself for circumstances he had stood in the way of your marriage, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood close to you as your mind reeled, thinking back to all the time you and Yuta had together, from rescuing him as a boy, growing up together, and falling in love.

It was at this time that you realized you'd both been doomed from the start. He was a blacksmith. You were the governor’s daughter. He hated pirates, you’d always admired them. He turned out to be born of a pirate, your father disapproved. Your murdered his best friend without telling him, he thought you were in love with Taeyong. You finally get married, and he gets a sword shoved through his body.

Perhaps you should have married Commander Johnny all those years ago. Perhaps you could have learned to love him and Yuta might still be alive…

“Madame, your chariot awaits,” a voice of the crew pulled you out of your self-destructive thoughts.

You turned around to them, finding a life boat thrown over the side and attached to ropes waiting to carry you down to the water.

You understood. You may have been the cause of the whole battle, but they didn’t want you on the ship if it were to go down. You opened your mouth to protest. To spout some nonsense about going down with the ship, but in reality, you knew it would have nothing to do with honor, and everything to do with dying the same day as your husband.

Before you could say anything, Doyoung pushed you forward and, together, they helped you into the boat. Right before they began lowering it, there was a loud wave crashing sound that drew your attention to the exact spot the ship had gone down. There it stood, pieced back together, as clean as a ship could be, and magnificent. But what really drew your attention was the man behind the ship wheel. Yuta!

His cheeks had filed out with life, and his body stood strong, perhaps stronger than he once was. He wore a dark-colored dew rag over his head, pressing into his forehead and a black shirt that cut almost to his navel covered his shoulders. He had a strap across his chest that you assumed was connected to a weapon, but the strap did not hide the angry red scar over his heart. It was at that moment that everything clicked in your mind, and your heart couldn’t decide if it wanted to break further or fill with joy.

Someone pulled the latch connecting to the rope holding the life-boat you were in and you were dropping down to the water, hitting the sea with a splash. Doyoung pointed to an island not far off shore and you understood, taking up the oars and rowing yourself inland, pulling the boat to shore and plopping yourself onto the sand.

Your dress was torn and filthy, nothing at all appropriate for a woman on her wedding night, but it didn’t bother you. You were never a proper woman, at least not like your father thought you should be. It didn’t matter much, though. Not now.

As The Flying Dutchman and The Black Pearl, captained by Yuta and Taeyong respectfully, charged toward the fleet of ships from your own town, you stood up from the sand and pulled your dress from your body, leaving yourself in the heavy underskirts to be unwrapped later. You stepped out of your worn, soft-leather boots, leaving them by the discarded dress. You turned your back to the sea where the ships were demolishing the fleet, and walked further up the beach until your bare feet hit rock instead of sand. You walked along the stone ground that wound into the heart of the island. It was there that you found the mouth of a cave. As you stepped inside, you found cloth linens in various colors already decorating the floor, several of whom you recognized from your time aboard The Black Pearl. You didn’t bother attempting to figure out how they had all gotten there, rather, you busied yourself gathering dried drift wood and sticks from around the cave, piling them in the middle of the cave and then fiercely rubbing two flint rocks you’d found together in the hopes of a spark.

It took a few tries but, eventually, a spark formed, catching the dried wood and soon, you had yourself a small fire.

You were sure not to allow any linens or other wood close to the open flame. Cautiously not allowing it to move any further than it’s designated plate on the stone ground, but letting the heat warm the cool cave to create a homey atmosphere where you could at least pretend was real, for the time being at least.

From outside, you heard what sounded like boots hitting the stone path leading to the cave, and your hand automatically reached for your sword that you realized you’d left on the beach.

“(y/n)?” his voice called, and this time, your heart raced for an entirely different reason.

You felt tears gathering in your eyes, but you were too stubborn to let them fall, pulling yourself up from the ground and running from the cave.

It didn’t take long to find him. He was standing just around the corner walking toward the cave when you ran straight into his arms with a shout of glee as he lifted you into the air and pressed his lips passionately against yours.

You respond to the kiss desperately, your fingers burying in the back of his hair, legs wrapping around his waist to anchor yourself to him as his hands slid down to rest on your ass. It was then that he kiss turned less passionate and more desperate and hungry, both behaving like starving dogs that hadn’t had loves food in ages.

He carried you blindly toward the cave, separating his lips from yours to kiss down your grimy neck.

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” he said, walking you over to the pile of linens you’d used to make a bed, dropping you gently down onto the cloth before removing his boots and climbing over you, his knees on either side of your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back to you, pressing your lips against his as you tugged at the back of his hair, making him growl into the kiss, his hips settling over yours.

He disconnected your lips once again to kiss down your neck, stopping to suck gently on a spot above your collarbone as small gasps left your lips. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You’d been waiting for what felt like ages, and you were horribly grateful that it really would be Yuta and not some stiff-necked soldier hoping to make a housewife out of a restless soul.

His fingers dug into your under dress, reaching around you to pull the strings of the loosely tied corset free, allowing it to nearly drop off your skin as he pushed it away to find your cloth-wrapped chest.

He didn’t hesitate to unbind your breasts, throwing away the wrappings and taking in your form.

You wear sweaty and you likely didn’t smell all that great from days without a proper bath, but it didn’t deter him as he bent his head and latched onto a nipple, sucking at the perky bud softly as your back arched up against him.

An arm slipped beneath your spin, pressing against the small of your back to keep you arched as his teeth gently ran over the sensitive, untouched skin that made you tremble, heat rushing to your core, filling your belly with a fire desperate to be tended to.

As the bud raised painfully hard, he pulled away and blew against the wet skin, a shiver wracking through your body at the action as his mouth closed around the neglected nipple, giving it the same treatment.

Your thighs spread on their own, welcoming him between them as your hips moved slightly in an action desperate for his attention.

He pulled away from your second erect nipple and let out a small chuckle.

“Eager baby?” he asked, voice husky and thick with lust.

“I’ve been waiting years for this moment,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you ground your hips up against his.

He let out another chuckle and lifted himself up, making you groan at the loss of contact.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting much longer.”

He winked and pulled his arm out from beneath you, letting you settle back against the makeshift bed softly as he raised both arms and pulled his slit shirt off his body from the back, revealing his naked chest to you fully for the first time.

You always knew he was strong and muscular, but not so much that it was no longer attractive. You, however, had no idea that he was this toned. The skin of his stomach was pulled tight over waves of thick muscle that you dreamed of running your tongue over. His shoulders were wider than you’d realized and his arms thick with taunt ridges along his biceps. Saliva gathered heavily into your mouth and you swallowed it down thickly to prevent yourself from drooling.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

His question caught you off-guard, but a smirk of your own mirrored his.

“Very much so, my pirate husband,” you teased.

His smirk deepened and his fingers caught the dress that was still hanging from your body, pulling it down toward your feet. You lifted your hips, helping him out as he pulled the thick fabric from your body, eyes catching on the two leather straps wrapped tightly around your right thigh, a dagger sheathed in the leather holster. He looked up at you with a raised brow, but didn’t say anything as his fingers made quick work freeing your fleshy skin from the tightly-bound leather. Once free, he pushed the weapon away and set his mouth to work kissing the lines that had formed along your thigh. You let out a gasp as his tongue trailed over your skin, thighs shaking slightly as he moved over to the left, lips traveling higher and higher.

He hooked his thumbs into the cotton fabric on your undershorts, pulling them down your thighs slowly, fingers gingerly trailing over your skin as he did so. He threw the fabric away and climbed his way in kisses back up your body, your legs spreading for him as he got closer.

Part of you felt embarrassed. You weren’t cleanly shaven. Soft hair on your legs likely prickled his lips, and your now bare sex was far from bald, but as his thumbs met the lower lips of your labia, you knew he couldn’t have cared less.

Butterflies erupted into your stomach, furthering igniting the fire in your belly as his thumbs parted your lips, exposing your sopping core to his eyes for the first time.

“So wet, and we’ve barely begun,” he mused.

He hooked his arms under both of your legs one at a time, lifting them so that hooked over his shoulders, spreading you further apart as he leaned closer and blew a puff of cool air against your wet core. You shiver and let out a small gasp at the chilling action. He smirked again and moved closer still, poking his tongue out of his mouth and connecting the pink muscle with your most sensitive, nerve curling spot.

Your back arched immediately, hips pulling off the linens as a loud moan ripped from your chest. You’d heard from a few of your married maids back in the governor's house that it felt good, amazing even, but nothing could have prepared you for how wonderful it actually felt as every nerve was electrified with just a touch.

“Oh baby,” he moaned against your core.

And then it was on.

A scream tore from your throat as his tongue attacked your clit, abusing it mercilessly, teeth gently grazing over it as your hips rocked and bucked wildly, unable to be contained. Your fingers dug into the linen beneath you, hoping to ground you to something as his mouth practically tore at your consciousness.

“Oh God! Oh Fuck!” you whimpered loudly, body rocking and jerking so much one of Yuta’s arms had to press down on your hips to hold you to him.

His tongue lowered from your clit and lapped at the juice flowing from your entrance. Your walls clenched around nothing, desperately seeking to swallow something, anything as his tongue fluttered over them. They got what they wanted as a single digit pressed against you, pushing in slowly, testing the waters as your body decided whether it wanted to swallow it it spit it out.

His lips attached against your clit again and your body made up its mind, sucking him in almost lewdly, his finger curling against your walls, seemingly searching for something, though you didn’t know what.

A second finger was added not too much longer, this one stretching your walls slightly, but the delicious kind of stretch that made you that much eager for more. Together, both fingers curled upwards, turning you into a moaning mess as the fire in your belly raised higher, forcing your body to tremble as it tried to cope with all of the wonderful pleasures happening below the belt. You thought you might bust, but then, it got better.

Two fingers grazed over something that sent a whole new spark of electricity through your body and you let out a yelping moan.

“Found it,” Yuta said, sounding very proud of himself before he latched back onto your clit and his fingers pressed harder against the shocking spot inside of you.

“Of fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you hollered out, unable to contain your volume.

This did nothing to deter him as his fingers and tongue worked both nerve endings at the same time as the fire slowly consumed you until finally, something snapped in your core and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, body shaking even more violently as an orgamsm ripped through your body, conscious that he still hadn’t stopped yet.

You must have blacked out after such an earth shattering orgasm because, when you opened your eyes, Yuta was naked, his lips peppering kisses over your skin as he whispered softly against you. You shifted slightly and his eyes flicked up to yours.

“You're awake!” he grinned.

You nodded and opened your thighs, wrapping them around his waist, pulling his core to yours. He let out a small yelp at the unexpected movement, but moaned as the tip of his cock met your lips.

“Are you sure? We can stop here if the first orgasm was too much for you,” he offered, bending down to kiss your lips.

You looked up at him hungrily.

“Fuck me Yuta.”

And he nodded, because he was he to deny you one of the most carnal things known to man.

He pressed his hips closer to your core slowly until his tip poked in slightly, just past your labia, and he already felt enormous. He bent down to kiss your lips gently before steeling himself sliding in slowly.

Your walls spread around him like a blossoming flower in spring, sucking him in like a vacuum fitting like a glove until he was fully seat inside you, stretching your virgin entrance out so much it almost felt torturous. Tears pricked to your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them fall, though you weren’t fooling him. He pressed soft kisses to your cheeks and didn’t move, though you knew it was tortuous not to.

When the pain subsided, you nodded and kissed his lips as his signal to move. He pulled out of you at an agonizingly slow rate before pushing back in just as slow, and your body caught fire all over again.

A moan pulled from your throat and your back arched into him once again. He pulled out, continuing with the agonizingly slow pace, pushing back in with only a little faster movement. It felt good, it truly did, but your body ached for more and Yuta’s motions just weren’t cutting it.

“For the love of God Yuta! Fuck me like it’s the last time you get to!” you yelled.

This seemed to put a fire beneath him. The next time he pulled out of you at a slow pace, he shoved himself back inside of you, hard and rough and delicious. Your body rocked with the weight of his thrust, but he didn’t give you time to prepare before he was thrusting harshly into you again, and you screamed out his name, legs wrapping tighter around his hips, at least until one of his hand grasped your thigh right above your knee and practically tore it off his waist. His thrusts never paused as his maneuvered you slowly until your thigh was against your chest, knee thrown over his shoulder and the tip of his cock reached deeper inside of you than you thought possible. The new position burned. You weren’t all that flexible, but as the pain of the stretch mixed with the pleasure feeding your internal fire, you couldn’t complain as flames flickered behind your eyelids.

“Yes! Fuck!” you bellowed.

He lowered his face into your neck and sucked at your skin harshly while you helplessly endured his hips flawlessly pounding into you at a newfound skillful pace that made you wonder just what lucky bitch he’d practiced on before you.

Suddenly, seeming to need a change in movement, he was out of you, but before you could protest, he gripped your arm and flipped you over onto your stomach. You let out a gasp at the unexpected position, but your body seemed to know exactly what to do without your clueless command. Your knees lifted your hips, jutting your ass out and spreading your thighs while your face pressed against the linen, breasts dangling down, nipples rubbing against the cloth.

Yuta moved behind you, slapping your ass hard, eliciting a yelp from your unsuspecting mouth, but as he slid closer behind you and mounted you, you found you didn’t so much mind the slap, but rather, it made your wetness gush that much more.

He slid back inside of you harshly. The earlier gentleness long gone as he pounded you like a jack rabbit in heat. You weren’t complaining though. He felt longer, deeper this way, and your mind went wild as the tip of your cock pressed against the spot he’d found deep inside of you.

You mind out, mind going blank at the fullness, but he seemed to know exactly what to do, pulling out again and slamming back into the spot that made you see stars, but this didn’t seem to be enough. One hand slapped your ass again, harder, and the stinging sensation nearly made you lose your mind.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum again!” you cried out.

He didn’t respond, but as his hips sped up, you had a feeling he was close as well.

His hand wrapped around your hips and, for a moment, you thought he was just holding you up, but as his fingers found your clit, your body seemed to fight to get away. It was all becoming too much. His fingers on your clit, the delicious way he filled you up so magnificently, and his tip nailing that amazing spot inside you every time. You were half delirious with pleasure as the flames flicked at your nerves from the inside.

“Cum for me,” he whispered against your ear huskily and, for the second time that night, the floodgates were ripped open and your orgasm was tearing through you with an unforgiving pressure that rocked you to the core and made stars dance behind your eyelids as your world went white, your mind unable to comprehend just how good it felt until Yuta was spilling his warm seed inside of you, pushing it deeper into you with every thrust until it stopped and his hips slowed in motion, coming to a stop completely, though he remained tucked inside of your warmth, groaning at your fluttering and pulsing walls.

He maneuvered you both around until you were laying on your sides facing each other. He brought a hand up to brush hair away from your sweaty forehead, planting a soft kiss on your lips, and it was silent for a moment as both your bodies recovered from such activity, but as all things go, reality eventually had to rear its ugly head.

“You’re aware of what this means?” he asked softly, nosing your cheek as he pulled you closer.

With his words, the tears finally fell and you buried your face in his neck, his arms wrapping around you tighter, protectively.

You knew what it meant. You had been present for all of the conversations about Davy Jones and how exactly to kill him. You’d been there when Taeyong had been whispering to himself about stabbing the heart. You were oh so grateful he’d given his shot to Yuta, that your husband got to spend the wedding night in a perfectly romantic cave on the shore of some deserted island. But nothing could quell the anger and heartbreaking sadness that was coming the second the sun went down.

“I love you,” you sobbed into his neck.

His hands trailed up and down your bare back softly, gliding over your spine in an attempt at soothing your loud sobs.

“And I will always love you. Nothing in this world or the next will ever stop that,” he promised.

You let his words and warmth wash over you, calming your loud sobs and wrapping your broken heart in bandages, but you knew it’d never hold. Because you and Yuta were doomed from the start. You’d never get the chance to really grow old by his side, share a bed every night, raise children together, or simply be the wife of a blacksmith. When the sun disappeared, your perfect fantasy would disappear in a flash of light.

“So you know that my heart was cut from my chest, and placed in a locked box?” he asked, though you knew it wasn’t a question. At least, not the question he was really asking.

You nodded, sniffling as you pulled away slightly to look at him. It was at that moment that you noticed the small, antique, locked back near your clothes not two feet from where you both lay.

“I will protect it with my life,” you promised.

And you meant it, because you’d always wanted his heart, you just never realized you’d be getting it in the literal sense.

From the mouth of the cave, shadows cast along the entrance and you both knew what that meant. Nightfall was coming and though you’d only gotten the afternoon, one day is all that is promised.

“I will forever love you, and don’t you ever forget that,” Yuta said.

He pulled you close again, pressing his lips to yours passionately as though he longed to burn the feeling of them into his mind to keep forever. You weren’t much better, fingers skirting over his skin desperately eager to memorize every muscle in his body before he was pulling away all too quickly.

“I’m sorry. It’s time,” he whispered remorsefully.

You nodded and he untangled himself from you, pulling himself up with much force and putting his clothing slowly back on his body as you followed his example. When fully clothed, you walked from the cave together, hand in hand, back to the beach where The Flying Dutchman was waiting as close to shore as it could get. You sighed as the sun was close to disappearing on the horizon completely, taking your husband with it.

“Always look to the sea, and I’ll be looking back, even when you can’t see me,” he promised.

He pulled you close one more time, kissing your lips tenderly, before pulling away and stepping from your embrace, out into the ocean. He turned to wave goodbye as he disappeared and reappeared on the ship of death, and tears trailed down cheeks as you waved goodbye, your heart going with him just as his stayed with you.

“I love you,” you whispered into the wind as his sails dropped and the ship was off on the horizon, leaving you alone on the beach you would forever love and hate at the same time.

You never stopped waving as you watched the ship grow closer and closer to the sun setting on the horizon.

Ten years at sea, one day on land. That was the deal. It wasn’t fair. But as you watched the ship get smaller and smaller, you couldn’t help but press a hand softly to your stomach and pray that he’d left something else besides a locked box with his heart. Something to resemble him that you could cherish, even if your husband wasn’t beside you as it grew.

The tears never stopped as the sun disappeared in a flash of green light, and he was gone.

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Only Forever 001

Originally posted by sefuns

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

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pairing — Baekhyun x You

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genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

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Chapter 1

You're only brave in the moonlight

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“I can’t believe the air conditioning went out again.”

Looking over at the man next to you, he doesn’t say a word, continuing to rest his elbows on the sturdy railing and gaze out across the shore with a faraway look in his eyes. The evening breeze ruffles his white oversized t-shirt and sends his black locks of messy hair into a whirl. The calming sound of crashing waves nearly drowns out his distracted murmur, “good thing my folks let us have the beach house for the summer, huh?”

You grin. “Exactly.” Turning more towards him as you lean your back against the railing, you add, “by the time I’m back home everything should be up and running again.”

He chuckles, finally shifting his cool brown eyes onto you; the corner of his lips quirked up in a lopsided grin. “I’m starting to think you only like me for the summer trips.”

“Me?!” you gasp, placing a hand over your heart; your tone incredulous. “I would never. What kind of friend do you take me for?”

“A cheeky one,” he murmurs, ruffling your hair before pointedly arching a brow. “Don’t act like you don’t look forward to our trips every year.”

You half-heartedly bat his hand away, smiling sheepishly. “I enjoy the company more than the view.”

Snorting, he fixes you with a disbelieving look. “I can’t believe you.”

“Baek.” You whine, dropping your head onto his shoulder as he chuckles; the sound rumbling in his chest while you utter your next words. “You know I only tag along because of you. Remember that one time I didn’t and you just-”

A hand is promptly clapped over your mouth. “You swore to never speak of that again!” he exclaims, voice cracking at the high octave of his tone.

Smiling mischievously, you wiggle your eyebrows at him. “I also promised to accompany you ever since, so here we are.”

“I hate you,” he grumbles, looking out into the distance, a barely concealed pout on his downturned lips.

“You love me.” You chuckle, playfully poking his side, joining him in watching the calming waves. The smell of saltwater brings ease to your overactive mind. So much that you could have fallen asleep right there if Baekhyun didn’t start talking again.

“So, ready to tell me what’s bothering you?”

Even with your eyes closed you can sense his brown eyes looking down at you—and guess that a worried expression is on his face.

Slowly peeling your eyes open, you squint at the bright blaze of the setting sun that frames his broad silhouette before meeting his gaze. Yep. There it is. The worrisome look is completely misplaced on his handsome features.

“I’m fine.” Your voice is soft, yet guarded, something that earns a stern look from him in response.

“I know you’re not.” His concern-filled eyes betray the reprehension in his voice. A certain deep timbre that only comes out in times like this—cutting to the bone of your resolve. “You checked out your room instead of running straight to the beach and demanding that I help you build a sandcastle. A sandcastle. You didn’t even look at the water.”

“I had a long week, okay?” you shrug, lips twitching, avoiding his scrutinizing eyes. “We got weeks to build one anyway.”

“Is it him again?”

Your breath hitches. Slowly shifting your gaze from picking at your chipped nail polish, you meet his eyes. The soft look in them is enough to make your heart beat exhilarate and drop at the same time. A lump forms in your throat along with the swarm of butterflies finding home in your stomach. “I…” Sighing, you look away again. “Yeah.”

You can feel more than see him shift into protective mode. His chest briefly brushes against your side as he straightens up. His voice continues to take on that low comforting timbre that you’ve grown to love. “Did he say something stupid again?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle though there’s no humor in it, tears brimming your eyes. “You could say that.” Your eyes fall closed when his arms wrap around your waist, wordlessly pulling you close. His familiar warmth and scent of oranges mixed with laundry detergent have your shoulders relaxing despite the moisture escaping your tightly shut eyelids. “He didn’t take the news of our trip very well and gave me an ultimatum: stay home or lose him.” Flicking your eyes open, you meet his brown eyes with a wry smile. “You can guess what I chose.”

“You haven’t lost anything, kitten.” He carefully runs his hand through your hair, softly scratching your scalp in that way he knows will instantly calm you down. “You’ve tossed away a rock and kept a diamond.” He doesn’t break eye contact for a second. The twinkle in his eyes causes an old but not unwelcome feeling to blossom in your chest—until he utters his next word. “Me.”

“For fucks sake-” you snort, pushing away his smirking face, ignoring how your traitorous heart agrees with him. “I can’t with you.”

“It’s a fact,” he continues, hands raised in surrender at the pointed look you shoot his way. The smirk never leaves his face. “I’m amazing, you can’t deny it.”

“That ego of yours will get you in trouble one day,” you murmur with a shake of your head, turning on your heel to head back inside the French double doors behind you.

Baekhyun just chuckles, jogging to catch up with your quick strides. “Need me to tuck you in?” He inquiries, shoving his hands into his pockets with an amused smile.

“No.” You cross the hall to enter the guest room. It may be smaller than his master bedroom a few doors down, but you’ll only be sleeping and reading in here anyway. There’s no need for any extra space. “You always wait until I’m comfortable to turn off the fucking light.”

“But you shouldn’t sleep with the lights on anyway.” He noisily whines, following you into the cozy room. “It’s bad for your health.”

“I can’t sleep in the dark.” Wrinkling your nose, you pull a pair of purple pajamas from your suitcase on top of the bed, barely sparing him a glance. “Like at all. It’s—don’t give me those puppy eyes, you know I fear that shit.”

“I do,” he breezily agrees, inching his way further into the room.

You merely raise a brow at his odd behavior, picking up a brush to get rid of annoying tangles in your hair.

“Doesn’t mean I understand it though,” he mutters.

“Imagine opening your eyes to a shadowy figure standing over you.” You pause, sectioning your hair. “Huge. Declaring all the ways it plans to suck out your insides.”

“Sleep paralysis happens regardless,” he points out.

“It’s less scary in full lighting.” You snap, eyeing him with suspicion as he shuffles back towards the doorway, the bottom of his gray sweatpants dragging across the carpet.

“What about dim lighting?” he cutely tilts his head, puppy eyes still in full effect while his hand slides up the wall.

Your eyes narrow. “Baek, what the fuck are you-”

He flicks off the light with a bit too much force, the loud ‘click’ making you flinch. Your protest dies on your tongue when you register the small lights moving across his t-shirt. Lifting your eyes to the ceiling, you find even more of them, all different shapes and sizes. Dancing across the surface like bright stars in the night sky.

“I’ve been trying to think of better ways for you to sleep without a light, and thought of our anniversary.” His brown eyes meet yours, sparkling brighter than usual. “Remember?” he hums, lips curling adoringly. “We went to see the shooting stars and wished on each one until you fell asleep.”

Your heart damn near jumps out of your chest in the most pleasant of ways. You have to admit that you are touched—maybe even more than you should be. That little yet significant time you spent together amongst your busy schedules to celebrate your 14 years of friendship has to be one of your favorite memories with him. And that is considering the hundreds of others that you two have shared as you grew up together over the years.

Some have faded, but others have stuck with you forever, like the first time he held your tiny hand securely in his. A nine-year-old shining boy twice the size of you and your bullies while he led your shy five-year-old self away from the scene.

This all goes through your mind in the span of half a minute, yet all you manage to blurt out is—“That’s because I wasn’t alone.”

He makes a cooing noise, his cute boyish smile sending your poor heart into leaping over jump ropes. “You feel safe with me?” he rests a hand over his heart; his bright brown eyes looking at you in surprise—an endearing expression quickly ruined by his comment. “No wonder you drooled so much.”

You chuck your hairbrush at him and it hits him square in the back as he dashes out of the room.

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“Should we go skinny dipping?”

You pull your glass away from your lips, slowly turning to face the handsome devil seated in the center of the room. Baekhyun sits with his legs spread, dark blue denim clinging to his thighs. His red, palm tree-themed shirt blows in the light wind streaming in from the open bay windows. He looks at you from under the veil of his messy black hair. A smirk on his lips and joint dangling between his fingertips. The familiar smell of green wafts through the air around you.

You set your glass down on the wooden table next to the couch, keeping your eyes on him. You know what he’s trying to do. He’s been asking this question ever since the summer you turned 19. Teasing you for the sake of turning your cheeks different shades of red.

Having enough of his antics, you merely raise a brow at his cocky expression before tilting your head. “Okay.”

The look on his face is priceless. “What?”

“Let’s do it.” You shrug, nonchalantly picking up your drink as you stand. “I’ll get started while you finish.” You don’t look back at him while walking back to your room, leaving the hypnotizing scent and raven behind.

Twenty minutes later, you are making your way out onto the back patio in nothing but a towel, pushing open the French doors and staring at the large jacuzzi faintly lit up with its internal floor lights. For a moment you hesitate, clutching onto your towel as if it were a lifeline. Until the thought of how Baekhyun will surely tease the shit out of you for backing down so easily crosses your mind.

You release your grip on the thin fabric, quietly praying no one else is out to spot you as you ease your way into the warm water. The temperature of the hot tub is a pleasant contrast to the summer night breeze. You lean back with a sigh, staring distractedly up at the clear sky. The occasional star and beaming space station brings a smile to your lips.

“You’re really out here.”

Your eyes shift back down to a shirtless Baekhyun, a towel loosely hanging on his hips. You hum, arching a brow at the perplexed look on his face. A few moments go by with only the low hum of the jacuzzi and the sound of waves lapping at the shore. “Well?” you tilt your head, leaning your elbows on the back of the tub, internally freaking out over how his eyes subtly shift down to your cleavage. “Are you coming in or not?”

Baekhyun licks his lips, pulling the towel from around his waist. You submerge yourself deeper into the water, focusing your eyes skyward before you do something else foolish. The temperature somehow seems to rise with his presence.

“You’re all grown up now,” he mumbles.

Lifting your head from the edge of the tub, you end up gulping at the view in front of you. A broad-shouldered Baekhyun with messy black locks and water glistening on his chest is not good for your health. Especially with those captivating brown eyes of his that always seem to have you figured out. The same ones that are searching your expression for answers right now.

“I’ve been for a while.” You mutter, blowing a loose strand of hair away from your eyes. “I’m 21, you know.”

“Age and maturity are very different.” He states in that charming public-speaking voice of his, running a hand through his hair. You know where this is going. “Especially when it comes to you.”

Here we fucking go... You sigh, rolling your eyes tiredly. “Sure it is.”

Baekhyun merely lifts a brow, giving you a look before ducking underneath the water. Something you normally wouldn’t mind if you weren’t currently as naked as the day you were born. That’s your excuse for tugging at his arm in vain, yelping out a high-pitched version of his name until his face resurfaces. “Byun fucking Baekhyun!”

“Yep.” He nods to himself, running a hand through his wet hair. “Still the same.”

Your cheeks continue to burn, not sure if he means your reaction or—“That’s an invasion of privacy.”

“You agreed to skinny dipping.” He deadpans.

“Yeah!” you snap, gesturing between you. “Not this.”

“We’re both adults here.” He says as if that helps. His sharp eyes are quick to catch the way you cross your arms over your chest, your lips stubbornly pressed together. “You’re acting as if we haven’t seen each other before.”

Your eyes go wide. “We haven’t-”

“Remember screaming bloody murder at three in the morning and running to my room with your shirt left on the bedroom floor?” he raises a brow.

Well shit—“There was a fucking spider in my bed!” If you could dip under the water and never come out, you would.

The corner of his lips twitches up into a split-second grin. “Sure there was.” Taking in the daggers you’re shooting with your eyes, he sighs. “Relax, it's too dark to see anything anyway,” he grumbles with a roll of his eyes, raising a brow. “Better?”

“Much.” You huff, carefully adjusting the bun sitting precariously on your head.

“I’m surprised you aren’t wearing a cap today.”

You barely hear him murmur over the low hum of the hot tub, “what?” Fed up with it continuing to droop, you resort to gently carding your fingers through your hair.

“Usually by now you’d be sitting around with a book in your hand and twin buns in your hair.”

“Ah, that...” you squint over at him with one eye open, trying to gather every long strand of hair in your hands. You’re surprised he’d remember such a trivial thing as your weekend routine of lathering your hair with warm olive oil and dividing your hair for a few hours of pre-washing prep. It is a necessity you quite enjoy when it comes to caring for your relaxed hair. “I didn’t get in the water yet so I’ll just wash it tomorrow.”

Baekhyun sets you with a point-blank, even stare. “I’m going to have a word with that fucker,” he bristles, nostrils flaring.

You blanch, nearly dropping your hair before it can be secured in the final loop. “Why?!” you squeak, eyes closed in concentration.

“He’s hurting you, and he isn’t even here.” A big ripple of water collides with your chest before you sense him. Your eyes instantly snap open; you tilt your chin up to face him. His expressionless face is a bit too close for comfort—scratch that, your cheeks are already suffering the consequences. You just hope the stars aren’t bright enough to blow your cover.

You immediately avert your eyes. “It’s nothing new.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” The intensity of his gaze has your eyes meekly shifting back to his. “His every screw-up has messed with you so much, it’s fucking up your routine.”

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. What are you gonna do? Defend him? Your ex has broken you so many times, you marvel at how Baekhyun hasn’t left your pathetic, blabbering, naive ass behind. And the fact he hasn’t once said ‘I told you so’? Maybe he is more of a saint between the two of you.

“I hate fuckers like him,” he continues, brown eyes cloudy like a raging storm at sea. “Filling girls with hope just to crush them in the end.”

Your eye twitches. “Girls?”

“Women,” he corrects, meeting your eyes, “that deserve way better than them.”

“Well we’re kind of lacking men in the better department,” you mumble, cheeks warming. Not half of them are as good looking as you. It’s funny to hear him say all this knowing his track record of one night stands. Baekhyun runs through women faster than he fills up the gas tank of his Audi.

“Gotta owe it to the clever witches out there,” he muses, lips quirked up in a smirk. “Funny isn’t it? Women turning men into fuckers; fuckers turning women into-”

“I believe you got that backwards, buddy.” You intervene, huddling into yourself the more his gaze catches yours. The cool summer night is beginning to seep into your bones, chilling your skin despite the warm jacuzzi water.

“Maybe,” he relents, a heart-stopping, genuine smile on his lips as his fingertips brush over your arm. “Are you cold?” he inquires, his smile replaced with a furrow between his brows.

You still manage to blush despite the goosebumps raised on every inch of your skin outside of the water, susceptible to the his watchful eyes. “No,” you deny one second only to shiver in another.

Baekhyun gives you that look of ‘really?’ that you have familiarized yourself with over the years while he moves to the edge of the tub, taking your little bit of warmth with him. “Come on, let’s get inside. Don’t need you catching a cold out here.” He looks back at you when you don’t move, raising a brow.

“I’m not getting out before you,” you utter in a subtly petulant tone, submerging yourself deeper until the water reaches your chin when his gaze flickers over you again.

Baekhyun sighs, rolling his eyes but gets out of the water anyway, greeting you with his body full of toned skin and supple thighs. You gasp, quickly shielding your eyes from the view. He has the nerve to chuckle and you shoot him a glare from between your fingers, grateful that he’s already holding the towel around his waist. You look further up to see him eyeing you expectantly.

Baekhyun arches a brow, “well?”

“Fucking go inside already!” you shoo him away, sighing at his laughter with blazing cheeks. When he finally walks through the French doors, you wait a few moments before rising from the lukewarm water. Your teeth chatter at the cold as you gather your towel and quickly make your way to the nearest bathroom down the hallway. The sound of running water from within Baekhyun’s personal bathroom brings a knowing smile to your lips.

You swiftly pull on your shower cap once you make it to the guest bathroom, turning on the water and jumping in for a quick shower, washing away the water from the jacuzzi. For a moment you facepalm over the fact that this is your third shower of the day, but there was no way you were going to jump into the water with Baekhyun without freshening up first. You may skip hair day sometimes, but not leg day.

Feeling refreshed, you hop out of the shower and step out of the steamy room in a brand new towel, blinking a few times when your forehead collides with a hard surface. Looking up at an equally, freshly showered Baekhyun, you continue to blink in confusion. “Baek?”

“Hey,” he gently grabs your wrist, his black hair messily across his forehead, brown eyes wide and earnest. “I need your help with something.”

Still a little confused, you shrug, following him back to his room. He sits down on his blue comforter-covered bed, patting the space next to him. You slowly make your way further into the room, carefully sitting down at the edge of the bed. His brown eyes are observing you as always, making your skin get goosebumps and cheeks grow hot at the realization of your state of underdress, and his too. Seriously, what is with you and Baekhyun being this unbothered by lack of clothes?—correction… What is with Baekhyun being unbothered by it?

"You needed help with something?" you remind him, coughing to grab his attention.

He hums, thankfully dragging his eyes away from your flustered form. “I have a problem,” he supplies.

You frown, putting your hand over his nervously fidgeting ones in his lap. “What is it?” you ask tentatively for once.

Baekhyun sighs and his shoulders sag in defeat, prompting you to rub his back. “I’m having…” he makes wild gestures with his hands, “girl problems.”

“Ah...” you nod, heart racing a little. You’d laugh at the worried frown on his face if you weren’t nervous, and, admittedly, fearful. “What kind, if I may ask?”

He sighs as if it takes everything in him to get the words out. “There’s this girl,” he murmurs, staring at the far wall. “She’s a close friend and I’ve known her for years. We know each other like the back of our hands, and yet…” He turns back to you then. “I have no damn clue how she feels about me.” He grunts, looking away while ruffling his hair.

“Oh,” you smartly supply, heart going a mile a minute.

“Right ‘oh’,” he mumbles with a roll of his eyes, hand still tangled in his hair. “Much help. Thanks a lot.”

“No!” you reach out for him, grabbing his arm before he can walk away. “I mean… oh, you know?” Your face is burning all the way up to your ears.

Baekhyun gives you the most deadpan look.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you rush. “I guess…” you hesitate, daring to meet his eyes again. “It’s so surprising: you worried over how someone… feels about you.” You swallow. “Do you… like her too?”

“Yes.” He confirms without hesitation, adding in a quieter voice, “and it fucking scares me...”

“Hey,” you soothe, resting a hand on his shoulder, waiting until he faces you before continuing. “It’s going to be okay. Like what you said earlier, about the sticks and the dough-”

“Diamonds.” He corrects. “Rocks and diamonds.”

“Yeah, those.” You bob your head, beaming at him. “Relax, Baek. You are a total diamond! She’d be a fool not to fall for you.” Or a fool to do so. His track record once again comes to mind, but vanishes when you meet his vulnerable eyes.

Baekhyun looks at you while you continue shooting your smile at him, your lips twitching from upholding the position for so long. But it’s worth it for the way his eyes crinkle, his lips forming that rare box smile you know and love. “Thank you,” he mumbles, sealing the soft settlement with a kiss on your cheek that leaves your face near bursting into flames.

“N-no problem,” you stammer, grateful for the worn out elastic that broke your hair-tie in the shower earlier, leaving your hair to shield your heated cheeks from his observant eyes.

Baekhyun chuckles, shifting next to you. “Ah...” he pauses as you peek over at him. He turns to face you again, pointing to the digital clock on the nightstand. “It’s already 4am.”

“Shit.” You groan, flopping back onto the bed. “I’m gonna miss the first sunrise.” You whine, pouting up at the ceiling.

“I mean,” he perks up, muttering calmly. “I could always wake you up-”

You sit up on your elbows, giving him a long, hard look.

“Just a suggestion,” he insists, hands raised in surrender.

Sighing, you fall back onto the bed. “It’s fine,” you mumble, fingers tracing over the designs in the comforter. “I mean, I could use the rest anyway—HEY!” you yelp, feeling weightless until your body falls back onto the bed. Your eyes snap up to meet a pair of dark brown narrowed ones. “You are not.” Baekhyun starts, gaze steady on yours. “Sleeping our vacation away.”

You quickly nod, trying your best not to gulp, but between the close proximity and the state of your underdress, you are damn near fainting at this point with your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears. Something about the way he said, “our” runs over and over in your hyperactive mind.

“Good.” He smiles so boyishly you want to scream into the nearest pillow. With that, Baekhyun leans back, humming in satisfaction while nonchalantly adjusting the knot in your towel. “Get some sleep, okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Blinking a few times, you nod, hopping off the bed with as much grace as you can manage before heading for the door. “Goodnight, Baek,” you mumble, keeping your voice steady.

He responds with a light hum, his reply reaching your ears just as you reach the door. “Goodnight.”

You shoot him one more small smile before turning away, walking down the hall to your room with relatively shaky legs. What… the hell was that? This isn’t the first time you have asked yourself this question—or the last, but, really, what the hell? You’d think after 10 years your crush would fade, but all it does is grow and evolve by the day. Blossoming into something that you wouldn’t dare utter aloud… but can’t help thinking about.

Closing the door behind you, you clutch a hand to your chest, watching the pretty night lights dance across the ceiling with a fond smile and a faint fluttering in your heart. Only one person is on your mind while you climb into bed and settle on your satin pillow. You go to sleep with much to think about, and none of it is of your ex fuck-up.

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A/N: Hi, loves! For a while I thought that this chapter would be posted late. Last week I didn't know if I would have it ready by today. My hand locked up and swelled up into a fist and I stopped looking at my story documents entirely. I won't be lifting a finger to work on a story until September. See you in a few weeks 🌸💗 Let me know what you think of chapter 1 🌺🌷 Stay happy, healthy, and safe!

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whiplash - j.jh

Pairing - Jaehyun x Reader, Jungwoo x Reader

Genre - Fluff, Smut, Angst, University!AU, Friends to Lovers!AU, Fake Dating!AU

Warnings - y/n is a cheater, breakups, oral (both male and fem receiving), unprotected sex, reader is on birth control, creampie

Summary - After your letters to your two crushes, who you thought you’d never have a chance with, are mistakenly received, you’re greeted by a world of indecisiveness. You don’t know which way to go, which man to go with, and every choice you make feels like getting whiplash.

Word Count - 10.7k

A/N - This was supposed to come out in February for Miss B’s collab and I am terribly sorry that it’s so late but hopefully it’s written well enough to make up for that. Bolded and italicized phrases (like this) indicate song lyrics from NCT 127′s Whiplash.

Written for the To All the Members I’ve Loved Before: Dear 127, Collab hosted by @alreadyblondenow. Check out the masterlist here. Part of the Summer ‘127 Event hosted by @nct-writers. Check out the masterlist here.

Being a full-time college student doesn’t always offer the best opportunities in having a loving relationship. That’s why, at the end of your fall semester in sophomore year, you wrote letters to the two boys who had warmed your heart throughout the past months as the weather grew colder.

The first one was addressed to Jaehyun Jeong, the senior TA in your sociology class who always looked so dashingly handsome no matter what he wore. Whenever he gave presentations, it made you fall that much more for him. His voice sounded so nice and he looked so strong and confident as he stood at the front of the lecture hall. You wrote to him:

Letter 1: To Jaehyun Jeong,

“You probably don’t even know me but I’m in the sociology class that you TA for, section 306 to be specific. I always look forward to coming to class because that’s when I can see you. When you’re not there, it’s just not the same. It’s as if everything seems more boring, the color duller, the volume more muted, I can never seem to pay attention to anything because my mind is so full of you.

I barely even know you and your interests but that one time you plugged in your laptop to the projector, you still had your Spotify open and I saw that you listen to The 1975 and Cigarettes After Sex. I like them too and I always wondered what your favorite songs are. Sometimes I’d imagine getting to talk to you and learn all the little things about you, like how you make your coffee in the morning, or how you always seem so enthusiastic when lecturing about possibly such boring concepts, or what you’ll be doing after you graduate.

These are the things I’ll never get to know about you. Once you graduate in spring, that’s it. I guess this is my early goodbye to you, Jaehyun. I wish you all the best in the future and I know I may not ever forget you.”

The second letter was addressed to Jungwoo Kim, one of your classmates who was just a year older than you. Even though he was already a junior, he was stuck taking a sophomore econ class because he wasn’t able to take it the year before due to sleeping through the class registration date and all the seats filling up before he even had a chance to get in. Whenever you got fed up by all the concepts that made little to no sense, he was always ready to cheer you up, making jokes or acting cute, whatever he had to do to make you feel better.

Letter 2: To Jungwoo Kim,

“Thank you for being such a wonderful seatmate and choosing to stay next to me even though you could have moved to sit with your friends all along. It’s honestly kind of funny how they chose to sit together and left you out but now here we are, having more fun and earning better grades than them. They probably wish they were sitting with us, right? But anyway, all those times I said I was staring out the window and looking at a bird or a dog outside, I was really looking at you.

You’re so attractive and you don’t even know it. You told me that you act funny because you aren’t handsome but I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re both funny and handsome and an incredibly attractive person. If I ever had the nerves and strength to do so, I would ask you to be my boyfriend because you’re so fun to be around and I wish our time together wouldn’t have to end after this semester.

Who knows though, maybe we’ll have another class together next semester. I really hope we do but I don’t even know what the chances of that are and it’s not like I have your number to ask which sections you’re signing up for. So I guess this is goodbye to you, Jungwoo. I hope to see you around on campus and that you treasure our memories together as much as I do.”

There are as many dreams at night as there are stars.

You wrote these letters with no intention for their contents to be read by anyone else but you. This was your way of dumping your feelings out and sealing them away, never to be seen again. You had planned to take the letters home with you over winter break and lock them up with the rest of your collection of letters but when you were unpacking your belongings after returning, they were nowhere to be found.

The image of them sitting on your desk back in your dorm was burned into your head and you can only hope no one bothered to move them or even more so, read them. You really should have texted your roommate, Jalen, who was staying in the dorms while she took a winter course, but the thought never crossed your mind as you agonized over the letters for the next month and a half.

Upon your return to campus, after Christmas and New Years, you had pretty much forgotten about the whole letter ordeal until you saw one of their recipients in your morning statistics class. When you stepped foot inside of the classroom, you recognized Jungwoo almost immediately and both of you seemed to freeze as your gazes met. Snapping out of it quickly, you took a seat on the other side of the classroom just as you saw his mouth open, likely to call you over, though he refrained from doing so.

The first class of the semester was always easy, just going over the syllabus and what to expect out of the course, all that jazz. It allowed you to occasionally peek over at Jungwoo to see what he was doing. Quite frankly, you don’t know if it was because it’s still a bit early in the day but he didn’t seem as attentive as usual. His eyes looked glazed over as he stared straight ahead, barely even blinking.

Your professor had excused the class early since there wasn’t much to cover and it was your own fault that you were too caught up in staring at Jungwoo to notice the rest of the students packing up their belongings. He turned around, his eyes surprised to find your own staring right back at him, and that was your cue to flee. You quickly shoved your things into your backpack and made a beeline for the door, Jungwoo right on your heels. Looking back, it must have looked quite comical, the way you were nearly Black Friday speed walking out with the lanky man behind you doing the same.

“Hey! Y/n! Wait up!” Jungwoo called out, “Don’t act like you can’t hear me young lady!”

You rolled your eyes at his persistence and begrudgingly came to a stop once you were out of the main hallways and away from the eye of the public. “Can I help you?”

“Wow, shouldn’t you be a little more nice after all that stuff you wrote in that letter? I thought you-”

It felt as if your whole world had stopped, your heart plummeting below the floor. “What letter?” You asked cautiously.

“The one where you said that you like to stare at me and you think I’m attractive and handsome, and you’d ask me out-”

Again, you interrupted him, “where did you get it from?”

Jungwoo raised his eyebrows in interest, “oh? So you acknowledge that you wrote it?”

“W-well, yes, okay, but how did you get it?” You were fumbling for words and you hoped that he didn’t notice how anxious you were.

“Your roommate, what’s her name? Jaden? Jayna?”

“Jalen,” you corrected him.

“Yeah, that girl, she gave it to me over winter semester,” he explained, “she said it had my name on it and you left it on your desk before you went home. She thought it was important, which is why you left it for her to get to me.”

Your face was as blank as your mind. You were staring straight at Jungwoo, all your thoughts ripping through your head because you didn’t know what to do now. Jaehyun’s name flashed in front of your eyes when you suddenly remembered you had also written him a letter and just as you were about to turn and run to who knows where, Jungwoo caught your arm and forced you to stay put. “Hey, don’t just leave me like this, I need an explanation!”

“An explanation for what?” Your arms flailed in exasperation, just wanting to head to the library for some peace and quiet or maybe the food court to buy something to distract you for a bit.

Jungwoo backed off at your little outburst. “Did you really mean everything you said in the letter?”

“I did.” You state.

He made a puzzled expression at you. “Did? Or still do? There’s a difference.”

You let out a sigh, staring off into the distance behind him. “I guess, I still do. Why?”

“I think maybe we should give us a try,” he proposed, “I will admit that I also thought you were quite attractive but I didn’t think you would feel the same way so I just told myself to forget about it and move on, but here we are.”

There was a moment of silence as you processed what he just said. “‘Give us a try’ as in?”

“As in being a couple, you know? You’re my girlfriend and I’m your boyfriend,” Jungwoo clarified.

“A-are you sure you want to? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you blurted in utter shock at how this scenario was turning out.

He nodded, “of course, I wouldn’t go through all this effort if I wasn’t sure.”

“I don’t know…” you teased, “you’ve done a lot of questionable things even when you weren’t sure if you should.”

He ran a hand through his soft, brown hair, “look, I needed to know what would happen after eating mentos and drinking Coke. I couldn’t find anything about it online so if someone was going to sacrifice themself for science then it was going to be me.”

Both of you laughed as you remembered that instance outside of the cafeteria when he had recklessly eaten a few mentos and downed a can of Coca Cola to see if he’d end up rocketing out a soda fountain. He didn’t, and just got a bad stomach ache afterward but it was funny to see him threatening the rest of your friends by saying “I’m the Cola dragon! I’m going to use my Cola breath if you come too close!”

“Okay but seriously,” Jungwoo went on, “I’m willing to see how this works out. At best, maybe we’re made for each other and end up getting married in a couple of years, and at worst we go back to being just friends.”

You cringed at the latter end of his statement. “How do you know that we’ll still be friends if this doesn’t go well?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know but that’s what I hope will happen. But we shouldn’t think about that for now, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, “so, if I’m willing to give this a try and you are too…”

“Then I guess that makes us a couple,” Jungwoo stated before looking down at his watch, “a couple of idiots because we’re about to be late for class.”

You broke out into a smile as he pulled out his phone and panicked to find where his next class was. “I don’t have a class until 10 so it’s just you who’s the idiot.”

“Well then I’m your idiot,” he cooed, “I’m fucked right now but I’ll catch you later, babe!”

“Too soon!” You called out to him as he took off to his class.

Now, comfortably, I’m with you again.

When you got back to your dorm later that day, you were sure to give Jalen a piece of your mind and make it known just how much stress she had put you under. But at the very least, you did thank her because it was to her credit that you now have a boyfriend. An extremely handsome and cute one, too.

Your friends were the slightest bit surprised when Jungwoo started regularly showing up to eat lunch with you guys and started acting a whole lot more clingy towards you. They all were so happy when you finally told them that things were official and the one-sided crush you had last semester was no longer just a crush.

Jungwoo got along with your entire friend group and was such a social butterfly but you never got the opportunity to become jealous because he’d always return to you, similar to how a puppy returns to its owner. He always made sure that people knew the two of you were in a relationship by holding your hand, putting an arm around your shoulder, or even giving quick kisses to your cheek or forehead. He was awfully affectionate but you didn’t mind it at all.

You should have known that everything was going too well and something was bound to happen. Almost exactly a week after you and Jungwoo had become a couple, you ran into Jaehyun in the cafeteria. It happened when you were staring into the large vending machine, thinking about which drink to get. “Y/n.” a voice called out firmly. A voice that made you want to drop everything and run.

Jaehyun came to stand next to you. “I recommend the peach tea,” he began, “it’s the right amount of sweet and it goes really well with any bag of chips.”

“Uh, thanks,” you stepped forward and got the tea he was talking about. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good, just getting in order for graduation,” he followed you in getting the peach tea and nudged you in the direction of the cash registers. “Y’know, a little while ago, I got a letter from a friend of yours-“

Again, you felt yourself go weak and you cursed at Jalen for not asking you about the letters and yourself for not texting her to ask about them. “Yeah about that…please don’t take it seriously, I didn’t know what I was doing.”

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow at you. “Why shouldn’t I take it seriously? It seems like a lot of effort went into writing it.”

“I just…never intended for you to read it,” you told him as the cashier rang you up.

“Well for your information, I think it was well written and delivered a very nice message,” he placed his items on the counter with yours and handed the cashier his card. You were about to refuse but he held up a hand to silence you. “I just wanted to let you know that some things in that letter are possible.”

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “Jaehyun, what are you saying?” After paying for everything, he grabbed his items and ushered you outside. You took your tea and immediately opened it to take a sip, hoping to quench your thirst and anxiety.

“I’m saying that we can talk about my favorite 1975 songs and I can show you my coffee orders and take you to my favorite cafes,” he suggested, “with your agreement of course.”

“I’d like that,” you confess.

There was a bit of silence as Jaehyun smiled to himself. “You wouldn’t happen to be free this weekend, would you?”

“I actually am,” you tell him after doing a quick mental check of your schedule.

“Would you like to come with me to Coffee Bean on Saturday then? I haven’t been there in a while and I heard they had some nice winter drinks,” he proposed.

“The Dulce de Leche Latte is really good,” you share, having gotten one yourself a little while ago, “but yeah, I’d love to go with you.”

Jaehyun pulled the receipt out of his pocket along with a pen from his backpack and quickly jot down his number before handing it to you. “Meet me there at 1. Bring your assignments too, if you have any. I’m planning on grading some things while we’re there, just TA things, you know?”

“Sure, just TA things,” you humored.

“Speaking of which, I have a class to teach in a bit so I hope you have a good rest of your day and I’ll see you soon,” he concluded, his hair blowing in the light breeze.

“Have fun, Mr. TA,” you joked, “don’t bore the poor students to death.”

“That’s not what your letter said.” With that, he waved you goodbye and headed off to the humanities building.

When he was out of sight, you added his number to your contacts and sent him a message so he knew it was you. A few seconds later he responded with ‘;)’ and you hoped no one was watching you smile at your phone.

Now you weren’t so upset about the letters anymore, seeing as how it led to only better things with both of the recipients.

On Saturday you met up with Jaehyun at the cafe and you told Jungwoo that you’d be out studying with a friend. He wished you well and told you to study hard. This was only the first of many half-lies you’d be telling him. It was true that you were going to a cafe, planning to study, and that you were going with a friend, yet it didn’t feel like it was the entire truth.

The week after that, you went to watch a new movie with Jaehyun. In that same week, you and Jungwoo shared your first kiss. Then the next time, it was a vinyl store with Jaehyun and your first ‘I love you’s with Jungwoo. The turning point came when Jaehyun took you to the local Spring Carnival, the very same one that Jungwoo had asked you to go to but you had turned him down, already tired from having gone with Jaehyun the week prior.

You kept telling yourself that there was nothing wrong with this since Jaehyun had never explicitly labeled the two of you as anything special. Girls can have guy friends and a boyfriend at the same time, right? Certainly, you should have told Jaehyun that you were already taken, but since he hadn’t crossed any boundaries while the two of you were out on friendly dates, you never felt a huge need to mention Jungwoo.

Your energy was worn thin between the two men and it broke your heart, seeing Jungwoo’s dejected expressions whenever you turned down his offers to go out and do something fun together. The midterm season had started and that further limited your time with him, yet you had still gone out with Jaehyun to another one of his favorite cafes late at night. This time, you were determined to tell him about Jungwoo and set some distance between yourself and Jaehyun.

“So how has sophomore year been going for you?” Jaehyun asked, sipping on the warm tea he had gotten for both of you.

You shrugged, swirling the cup around and watching the little leaves float around. “It’s okay. I took my first midterm of the semester a few days ago and I have two more to go.”

“What class?” He inquired, his eyes never leaving your face.

“History,” you told him, “I think I did quite well on it, but having that feeling is never too good since you’ll be let down more if it turns out you didn't do well.”

“That’s very true,” he agreed.

You played with the condensation forming on the inside of the cup, sloshing around the liquid to get rid of the bubbles and watching it form again. “How’s it going with graduation? Did you turn in all the paperwork for it?”

He nodded as he took another sip of his drink. “I submitted all of my documents and paid all the fees, I’m just waiting for my supervisors to add their comments and give their final approval.”

“That’s good,” a short silence fell upon the two of you. “What are you planning on doing after graduation?”

“I’ve been thinking about going into psychology or maybe some type of social work,” Jaehyun shared, tilting his head as he recalled all of his options, “I used to think about doing criminal psychology but that seemed a little too intense for me.”

“Criminal psychology?” You were a bit shocked, to say the least.”

A shy smile donned his face, his dimples peeking out ever so slightly. “I used to watch criminal documentaries with my parents when I was younger and my mom always would comment on how cool the psychologists were,” you always loved hearing stories from his childhood and imagining how he would’ve looked when he was younger, “I wanted my mom to call me handsome and cool when I grew up so that’s why I started studying psychology in the first place.”

“And from there, you found all the other branches and professions, I’m guessing?” He nodded in agreement. “That’s really cute, you know. Most people just say that they’re going into those kinds of fields because they ‘want to help people’ but it’s nice that you have your own backstory with a special connection to it.”

“I do want to help people and leave an impact on their lives,” he added, “but I do admit that it’s all because of my mom that I ended up here.”

“Cute,” you chuckled, finally drinking some of your tea after letting it cool down for a bit.

“That’s another one of your questions answered, isn’t it?” Jaehyun pondered.

You almost choked on the liquid going down your throat. “It’s a what?”

“In your letter,” he explained, “you said you wanted to know what I’d be doing after graduation right? Well, now you know. Speaking of which, I’ve also been showing you all my favorite drinks and I even took you to that record store last week.”

You felt your cheeks heating up from his words but you blamed the heat of the drink. “You remember all of that? What I wrote in the letter, I mean.”

Now it was Jaehyun’s turn to be embarrassed, “I read it almost every night.”

A whole rush of emotions flooded through you, it felt as if you were on a roller coaster. “Every night?”

“Almost, every night,” he defined, “but yes, I do read it quite often. It was my first time receiving anything that sincere and I haven’t been able to get it off my mind.”

“That’s...really sweet of you,” you confessed.

“Look, I...have something to tell you,” Jaehyun began, sitting forward and resting his forearms on the table, “I know I should’ve told you this before but now I think I finally have the confidence to do so.” You knew nothing could ever prepare you for what this man has to say, he was always so unpredictable. “I have feelings for you, romantically, and I would like to pursue a relationship with you, though I can understand if you do not feel the same, especially since I’m graduating soon and leaving this chapter of my life behind.”

In this moment, all stop, my whole body reacts quickly.

To say that you were speechless would be an understatement. If there was a way to track how fast your thoughts were moving, you would have broken all the speed limits in the world. You should’ve seen this coming with the way he’d only treat you with the utmost care and respect. There was nothing but adoration and infatuation in your heart for the man in front of you, yet the same went for Jungwoo, oh poor Jungwoo. You should have told Jaehyun about your relationship sooner and avoided this whole situation, yet here you were, having to inadvertently choose between the two of them.

“I really would love to reciprocate your feelings but,” you saw Jaehyun’s expression drop, “I just can’t right now.” Damn your kind heart and damn your weak mind. You simply couldn’t bring yourself to turn Jaehyun down, not after he had quite literally shown you into his soul.

“I understand,” he faltered, “is it the graduation? Or is it something else? Because I’m sure we could work something out if it were just due to me leaving the university.”

You shook your head, “no, it’s not your graduation. It’s just that I have...other things going on right now that I don’t think would allow me to be the best partner for you.”

“I’ll take it that you don’t want to share the details of those ‘things’ with me as of right now so I won’t ask about them,” he was so good at reading you that it was almost frightening. “But my offer still stands and if the time ever comes where you feel that we could be together, I’ll be waiting until then.”

This was only going to get worse if you later told him that you got a boyfriend. No matter what you could think of, you were stuck between Jaehyun and Jungwoo with no escape. “In the meantime though, I do have a favor to ask of you. It’ll be fun if you accept and it won’t be much of a burden, I promise,” Jaehyun reassured.

You agreed after hearing the details of it, though it wasn’t without a ton of inner turmoil and asking yourself if it was morally right to do so, especially if you wanted to continue your relationship with Jungwoo. This was going to be the ending of your romances with one of them and you hoped it would be over quickly without much difficulty.

After the midterm season passed, you devoted more of your time to Jungwoo and only accepted a few date invitations from Jaehyun. You’d tell Jungwoo that you were studying with friends or going in for extra office hours and tutoring, which he didn’t question any further since he was doing just the same.

There was a distance that had grown between the two of you and you knew Jungwoo felt it too because he made sure to tell you “I love you” whenever he could and he’d write sweet little messages for you and slip them under your door or send them at late hours of the night so you’d have something nice to wake up to.

For Jaehyun, it was a little harder to make up excuses though you told him nearly the same thing. He still showed up on campus to teach his assigned classes and finish up his research projects. Those days were the days you felt the most suffocated. You were constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure that you didn’t run into either one of them, or when you were with one man, the other wasn’t around.

It was quite criminal, really, the way you were sneaking around in broad daylight like this. But the remaining half of the semester passed by and you maintained your double life without any incident. Now all that was left for you was summer and the promise you made to Jaehyun, followed by summer school of course.

Jaehyun held the heavy door open for you while you lugged your suitcase in through the doorway, glad that the AC in the room was already running, or else you would’ve been drenched in sweat by now. He closed the door behind him after pulling his own suitcase in and let out a little noise of glee before flinging himself onto the puffy white bed. “Come try it, it’s so soft!”

You jumped into the bed next to him and found that he was not lying at all. The two of you laid side by side in a comfortable silence until you felt yourself beginning to doze off so you sat up to try to shake off the feeling, not wanting to get jet lag. “So tomorrow,” you prompted, “that’s our free day besides getting lunch and dinner here, and the day after that is the wedding?”

Jaehyun let out a grunt in confirmation, not wanting to move from where he had his face buried into a pillow. You checked the clock and noted that it was already well into the evening. “Should we call room service for dinner so we can shower while we wait then head to sleep after?”

He let out another grunt with a mumbled, “put it under my name.”

You gave him a quiet “thank you” before getting up and seating yourself at the desk with the hotel telephone and ordering dinner for the two of you. By the time you had hung up, Jaehyun had already fallen asleep, tired from the flight in and driving on the busy roads. You took this time to organize your thoughts and belongings while preparing to shower. The room service would be here in about 45 minutes so you definitely had enough time to shower, as long as you didn’t get too caught up in reading the labels on things in the bathroom.

While you were showering, you thought back to that cursed day where you promised Jaehyun that you would do this, that you’d be his fake girlfriend at his family friend’s wedding over the summer. He had confessed his feelings for you so sincerely that you just could not outright turn him down so you figured that this was the least you could do for him, especially since he was paying for everything.

Jaehyun had explained to you that his parents, despite loving him to pieces, would always try to set him up with other girls whenever they were at these large events and he absolutely hated it. He was tired of being sent off to go hang out with some girl that he barely even knew and when he came back in a bad mood, they’d always blame it on him. You figured that with a face and body like his, you could see why it was so difficult.

He told you that he’d take care of everything since he was the one asking you for a favor, but the only thing that might pose a problem was the fact that people were going to see you as a couple and therefore expect you to behave like one. For example, sharing a room, more specifically a bed. You knew there was always the sofa in the room but you’ve read enough books as a young adult to know that things never end up the way you plan them to.

Jaehyun said that the trip would only be for a few days, two days for traveling and returning home, two days of free time, and one day for the wedding. It really didn’t sound all that bad and you hoped through this, you’d be able to tell where your feelings lay on the spectrum between Jaehyun and Jungwoo.

Speaking of, Jungwoo has only been the most supportive and loving boyfriend within the past couple of months. Both of you were over the moon when your final grades of the semester came in and he had taken you out to dinner to celebrate. That was when he had given you a promise ring and confessed fully to you. “I truly see a future with you and no matter the distance between us, whether it be physically or emotionally, I know we’ll make things work like we always do. Don’t you ever forget that I’ll always be here for you, okay?”

You always wore the ring. Sometimes on your finger, sometimes on a necklace, but it was always on you. You caught Jaehyun eyeing it a couple of times but he never explicitly asked about it so you never told him any details behind it. Even now, when you were supposed to be Jaehyun’s supposed girlfriend, you still kept Jungwoo’s ring to remind you of his presence.

When you told him about this trip, you didn’t lie to him at all. You told him that one of your friends had asked you to be his plus one to a wedding because he was tired of his family trying to set him up with other girls. Jungwoo wasn’t so approving the first time around, especially when you said that you’d have to share a room with this other person, but you eventually convinced Jungwoo that it’s not anything bad, you’re just doing a favor for a friend and you’d come straight home to him when it was all over.

A knock on the front door broke you out of your thoughts. You didn’t realize how long you were taking in the shower and you swore at yourself, knowing that it was the room service. Quickly, you wrapped a towel around yourself and went to accept the food, thanking them and bringing the cart inside of your room while trying to be quiet as to not wake Jaehyun. It seems that your efforts weren’t enough because when you looked over at him again, he was staring right at you.

His ears went pink and he threw the blanket over his head when he saw that you caught him, “sorry, I uh, I heard you moving around and woke up. I didn’t see anything, I promise.”

You suddenly felt so much more exposed, realizing that you were wearing just a towel that barely covered down to half of your thighs, leaving little to one’s imagination. “You can start eating,” you hurriedly told him, “I’ll finish showering and then you can hop in after.”

After receiving a muted “okay” from him under the thick covers, you got back into the shower, ready to silently scream at yourself for that whole encounter. It was bad enough already, you didn’t know how you were supposed to survive three whole days with him like this.

By the time you were done in the shower and came out of the bathroom, Jaehyun was already done eating and gathering his own toiletries and clothes to shower. “I left some food for you, I didn’t know what you’d like so I left a bit of everything.” He pushed past you and headed into the bathroom, refusing to make eye contact with you.

You ate dinner in silence, simply letting yourself marinate in your own thoughts for a while before finishing your food and cleaning up all the dishes. Jaehyun was still in the shower after you had called room service for cleanup and pushed the cart outside so you climbed into bed and tried your best to stay at the edge, not wanting to take up more space than necessary and end up like all those romance novels.

At some point or another, you must have fallen asleep because the next time you open your eyes, the room is already being lit by the faint rays of sunlight coming through the curtains. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and checked through your notifications, making sure to respond to Jungwoo and let him know you were doing okay, even sending him a few selfies to ease his worries.

Jaehyun was still asleep next to you, snoring ever so slightly. He looked so cute like this, his cheek smushed up against the pillow and his soft hair falling over his eyes. You felt the urge to take a picture of him but ultimately decided against it, your interest in exploring the hotel getting the better of you.

It was only 9am so you figured that the pool shouldn’t be too crowded, and if it was then you’d just sit on a lounge chair for a bit before coming back to the room. It was summer and you did well during the academic year so the least you could do for yourself was get a bit of vitamin D in. You wrote a note for Jaehyun telling him you’d be at the pool for a bit and left it on top of his suitcase, where you were sure that he’d see it and you got changed in the bathroom, putting on sunscreen and grabbing a towel to take with you.

Luckily, there weren’t too many people around when you arrived at the pool, most of them being kids and sticking to the shallower side. The sky was clear overhead, already warming up the pavement under your feet and encouraging you to get into the water. You carefully slid in, enjoying the refreshing coldness and the feeling of near weightlessness. It got boring after a while, just swimming from place to place so instead, you entertained yourself by looking down at the streets below you, resting your head atop your arms while your lower half was still submerged in the water.

It was nice to let yourself go on autopilot like this, just observing the people and cars coming and going. You wondered where they were headed to, who they were, what they were doing. Sometimes you’d make up little stories for them if you found someone’s outfit particularly interesting or if they were doing something a bit out of the ordinary like the group of young boys you saw carrying cardboard boxes. Maybe they were carrying groceries or helping someone to move in, you would never know.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you finally climbed out of the pool, but you figured it must have been enough for Jaehyun to wake up and do his own thing. Seeing as how most of the people sitting beside the pool had plates with them, it must have been near lunchtime already and you felt yourself grow hungry just looking at them eating. You forgot what time the hotel’s restaurant closes at so you grabbed your things and hurried back to your room to change and get lunch with Jaehyun.

What you were expecting was to have a quick shower and change into comfortable clothes then head down to the restaurant to eat. What you didn’t expect was to open the door and come into Jaehyun jacking off in the middle of his bed with his phone in hand, the sounds of sex audible enough for you to quickly close the door behind you, not wanting anyone passing by to see or hear anything they shouldn’t have.

Both of you froze and locked gazes though Jaehyun was the first to break away, quickly pulling the blanket up to his bare chest, trying his best to hide while stopping the video playing on his phone. It was too late, the image of his toned body and flexed muscles already burned into the walls of your brain, his hardened member making you think of things that you shouldn’t.

“Sorry, I should leave-”

“I thought you were at the pool-”

Both of you spoke at the same time, making it terribly more awkward. “I was at the pool, but I thought it was getting close to lunch so I came back,” you explained, talking into the wall, refusing to look in his direction.

“It’s only 10:30 so I thought we’d be getting lunch at like, noon or something,” Jaehyun stuttered out.

You let out a sigh, “no, sadly. I didn’t take my phone with me either so I just guessed what time it was and now here I am.”

There was rustling in the sheets on the bed. “Well, would you like to join me?”

You know what I mean, I like being alone, except for when I play with you.

It was like all common sense left your brain at his question, the heat of your needs overpowering any sanity you had left. You turned around to see that Jaehyun was now sitting up, the blanket now sitting at his waist as he looked at you expectedly. “Do you want me to join you?”

“It sure beats using my hand,” he pointed out, “and you’re already near-naked anyways. But it’s your call.”

You unwrapped the towel around you, letting it drop to the floor, before getting onto the bed as Jaehyun pushed the covers down further, exposing his pink cock to you. Settling between his legs, you took his length in one hand and began slowly pumping him while sucking at the tip, already covered in precum. Jaehyun weakly moaned from your touches, shifting around a little under your grasp. Your other hand, that wasn’t busy sliding up and down his throbbing dick, came to rest upon his lower abdomen. The lines and dips of his muscles flexing underneath your fingers.

As you took him further into your mouth, he began to rock his hips ever so slightly, almost causing you to choke on his cock. You pressed down on his stomach to keep him still, causing him to let out a faint whine, his eyes shut tight and fists balled up in the sheets. When you began bobbing your head, that’s when Jaehyun finally eased up a little now that you were no longer teasing him.

His placed a hand on the back of your head, pushing you down onto his length and you allowed him to do so. He used your mouth as if it were a toy, using it to fuck himself with his head thrown back in bliss. His member twitched once in your mouth and he slowed his pace, not wanting to go overboard too early but you had other plans in mind.

You started using your tongue and swirling it around the head of his dick, one of your hands working at the base of his length where your mouth didn’t reach while the other moved to his pale thigh, using it for leverage. “Fuck,” Jaehyun whispered, his hands flying to grab onto the top of the headboard as you continued to suck on his cock like it was candy.

When his noises started to get higher and more restrained, you backed off, his heavy length falling from your mouth and landing on his abs. You worked on getting your swimwear off while Jaehyun came back to his senses. Once you were entirely naked, he looked you up and down, biting his lip and watching you come back towards him. “Have you ever tried sixty nining?” He asked as you settled on his thigh, you core dripping onto his skin.

“No, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” you hinted, which he took easily. Jaehyun had such a cute smile on his face as he slid on to his back, motioning you to site on his face. It was a shocking contrast in comparison for what he was about to do to you and it was just the slightest bit scary. Before you had even gotten settled over him, he sat up to lick at your core playfully, the warmth of his tongue shocking you and causing you to slap his chest. “Hey, I wasn’t even ready yet,” you complain, looking back over your shoulder at him, to which he responds by delivering a kiss your folds.

You rolled your eyes at him and laid down on top of his firm body, taking hold of his aching member once more. You began licking from the base of his dick to the tip, and that was Jaehyun’s queue to dive in. He started off slowly, running his tongue slowly through your lower lips and lightly playing with your clit. Your tongue copied his, continuing to lick long stripes up his cock.

One of his fingers started lightly prodding at your hole, slowly entering you before pulling back out. Jaehyun gradually sped up his motions as your muscles relaxed around his finger, then he added another one. You moaned around his length, spit dribbling out of your mouth as you focused on the feeling of his digits inside of you. He gently lapped at your clit while speeding up, fucking you with his fingers and drinking up all your juices.

You did your best to give him the same amount of pleasure he was giving you, taking him deeper and faster into your throat. Your spit was dripping down his dick, coating it in a delicious shine. Your walls began pulsing around his fingers and he kept going until you took his member out of his mouth to rasp, “gonna cum.”

“Are you on birth control?” He asked from under you. You nodded, still busy playing with the tip of cock. “God, fuck, we’re really in for it.” Jaehyun sat up, pulling you into his lap and lining up with length with your heated core, “ride me.”

You sunk down onto him, going slower than you needed to just to tease him a little more. Once you were halfway down, you lifted back up so only his tip was inside of you before sitting down and taking the rest of him fully. He let out a groan at the feeling of your warmth, his hands gripping onto your breasts from behind. You placed your hands over his, using them as a way to ground yourself as you started bouncing on his lap.

Jaehyun began lightly squeezing your boobs while you rode him, his large hands kneading at your soft mounds and letting out quiet cries of pleasure whenever your soaking walls covered his entire dick. You leaned forward, your hands dropping to his thighs and his to your hips. In this new position you started riding at a faster pace with Jaehyun aiding you in your movements.

When you started getting tired and slowing down, he took the lead and flipped the both of you over so you laid on your stomach. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, placing it under your hips so your glistening pussy was on display for him. He bent down to give it a few more licks before reinserting himself into you. The new angle made him feel so much larger and reach so much deeper, you nearly screamed.

Your hands were desperately holding onto the sheets as Jaehyun began thrusting into you, the sounds of his hips meeting yours filling the room. It felt like he was reaching places that no other man has before and the feeling was absolutely mindblowing. He brought you back to the edge of your orgasm so fast that by the time you realized what was happening, you were yelling his name into the bed, your walls spasming around his member.

Jaehyun slowed down to let you ride out your high and come back to your senses, though once you did, he began to chase his own orgasm. There was a passionate fire inside of him as he continued to push into you, his breathy moans getting louder and louder until he finally released inside of you. He was panting as he came, his hands tightly holding onto the flesh of your ass and hips.

You felt his cock twitching inside of you as he continued to shallowly thrust in and milk himself using your warmth. When he finally pulled out, the mixture of your juices and his came flowing out, dripping down your thighs and onto the white sheets below you. Jaehyun watched the liquid slowly seep out of you, satisfied with himself before grabbing a tissue and cleaning you up.

Your body jolted ever so slightly at his touch. “Sorry,” he giggled, placing a hand on your ass to keep you steady. Looking over at the clock, you saw that it was already past 11 and the reminder of lunch made your stomach growl. “Wow, you really were hungry, huh?” Jaehyun teased when you buried your face into the bed. “Go shower and we can go eat.”

Peeling yourself off of the bed, you dragged yourself to the bathroom, showering as fast as you possibly could while fighting the post-sex high. You made sure to wash yourself well and brush your teeth before coming back out to wake Jaehyun, who had fallen asleep, still butt naked. He woke with a dazed smile, kissing your cheek on his way to the bathroom.

As you headed down for lunch with him, there was a new energy between the two of you. Your conversation with him was a lot lighter than before and he seemed so much more alive. You listened to him fawn over the latest album release from The 1975 and smiled at the way he told you his own analysis of his favorite songs. When he was done, “another one of the list,” you remarked.

The rest of the day was spent wandering around the hotel with Jaehyun, seeing what kinds of amenities they had and going ‘people-watching’ as he had named it. From your the window of your shared room, the two of you made up stories for people as you watching them go about their day until the sun started setting. He voluntarily took pictures for you, the golden hour glow making you look ethereal. The pictures you took of him didn’t do his beauty any justice and it made you wish he could see himself through your eyes. That night, it didn’t feel so awkward to share a bed with Jaehyun, especially with what happened in the exact same spot only a few hours ago.

Instead of your sugarcoated words, I need you to be honest.

Sticking with Jaehyun at the wedding was a lot easier than you thought. You could see other girls eyeing him and start gossiping when he held you closer to him or grabbed your hand. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to talk to you now that you stole away one of the stars of the show. Luckily, you didn’t even have to spend long talking to Jaehyun’s parents since you were seated separately with a few other couples who were around the same age as both of you.

Next to you was a guy named Mark and his girlfriend. Apparently he didn’t go to school and was exploring the music industry instead. He was here because the groom helped to produce a song on one of his bands’ albums. Across from you was another man, Xiaojun who was also here with his girlfriend. He said something similar to Mark but he claimed he’s more of a producer rather than a performer.

Jaehyun wasn’t very talkative, preferring to sit back and watch you interact with the other guys who were the same age as you. You were eagerly talking with Mark about your favorite Bruno Mars songs and debating with his girlfriend whether Mark would reschedule his own wedding in order to perform with Bruno Mars on that day. She thought he would reschedule it. Despite Jaehyun’s quietness, he did still make sure that people knew he didn’t come alone. He kept an arm on the back of your chair or a hand on your thigh at nearly all times and it was quite comforting to be honest.

Things quieted down as the guests began their speeches for the soon-to-be married couple. Your phone vibrated a few times on the table so you picked it up, not wanting to disturb everyone sitting with you. The vibrating continued though, as if someone was sending you one message after the other. You knew it was Jungwoo from this.

When you finally had the opportunity to check your phone without being disrespectful, you saw that he had sent you a picture of yourself with Jaehyun that was taken just a few minutes ago. That definitely surprised you knowing that someone here was watching you but there was no way you’d be able to figure it out. “Does he have to be so close to you?” Jungwoo’s message read.

“It’s just part of the act, don’t worry” you sent back.

“Then don’t act so good” he responded.

As the ceremony proceeded, everyone cheered when the bride and groom finally kissed and welcomed them into their newlywed life. You went to the buffet with Mark’s girlfriend, leaving Jaehyun as he cutely frowned at you with an “I’ll miss you, hurry back,” making everyone at the table chuckle.

“So how did you and Jaehyun meet?” The Mark’s girl asked while you both grabbed plates and utensils.

You paused for a second, never having previously discussed with Jaehyun what you’d say in these situations. “We met at school,” you began, “we had a shared class this past year.”

It seemed you were convincing enough by the way she nodded. “Cute, a campus couple! I always wondered what it would be like to go to school with your significant other.”

“It’s not that great, I swear, especially if he’s as clingy as Jaehyun,” you joked as you started filling your plate, “but anyways, how did you and Mark meet?”

“Ah, it was through one of his bandmates,” she explained, “I work at a studio and one of them recommended working with me since I was a childhood friend.”

“Nice, nice, must be cool to be in the industry,” you commented.

She shook her head, “it’s not all that great, especially since he’s so busy with everything he does. It definitely doesn’t allow for quality time together, that’s why I’m so envious of you and Jaehyun.”

“Really? We don’t really spend a lot of time together either,” you shared, continuing to move down the buffet table.

“You guys seem to connect so well though,” she remarked, “the way he looks at you with that gaze, it’s like he can’t get enough of you.”

“Oh?” This was news to you. “I never noticed that.”

She smiled while nodding over to him. “He does it a lot, look.” Jaehyun immediately looked away as you turned in his direction but you managed to catch him in motion. “Just try glancing over at him ever so often, you’ll get him sooner or later.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” you chimed, a mischevious look on your face as you both returned to the table and you took your seat next to Jaehyun.

He let out a mock sob, “I was so lonely without you, how could you-”

“Get your food, you big baby,” you interrupted. Jaehyun let out a laugh as he stood up, giving you a forehead kiss before leaving for the buffet with the other men on the table.

By the time everyone was roaming around and making small talk with each other, a fair amount of guests were already starting to become inebriated with the various alcoholic drinks being offered, Jaehyun included. He stood next to you with a hand resting on your waist, talking to one of the groomsmen that he apparently went to school with growing up.

“You really grew up well, Jae,” the man in front of you noted.

Jaehyun hid his face behind the wine glass he was holding. “Thank you, you too dude.”

“How long have you guys been together?” He asked.

Jaehyun glanced over at you, prompting you to respond. “Oh, uh, just about two years now.”

The man in front of you seemed visibly surprised. “That’s quite a while, I’m surprised Jae didn’t mention you any sooner.”

“I just wanted to make sure that she was the one, you know?” Jaehyun interjected, trying his best to cover for you.

“Ah, I get it. So is marriage within the plans for you guys?” The other man asked.

“Yes-”

“No-”

You and Jaehyun looked at each other, brows furrowed. “We’re still talking about it,” Jaehyun concluded.

“Alright, let me know when it happens, shoot me an invite,” he said with a laugh.

“Yeah, for sure.” Jaehyun pulled you away from the crowds once the conversation was over. “Why’d you say no?”

“Why did you say yes?” You questioned through gritted teeth.

He shrugged, “just trying to go with the whole ‘couple’ thing.”

“Not all couples have to get married, especially within two years of dating,” you reason.

“We’re madly in love, remember that,” he proclaimed.

You lightly punched his stomach, “no we’re not. We’re literally just friends.”

He frowned at you once more. “Friends don’t have sex with each other-”

“Some friends do...friends with benefits, I don’t know,” you blurted, cutting him off, “I’m your fake girlfriend, that’s what we agreed-”

This time he interrupted you but with a kiss instead of words. You froze when his lips met yours for the first time but you didn’t pull away. When his lips began moving against yours, you moved with him, your eyes fluttering shut. The kiss lasted for a few more seconds before Jaehyun broke it, “friends don’t do that.”

“They don’t,” you agreed, “but I’m your fake girlfriend right now, I have to do it,” you muttered, giving an emphasis on the word ‘fake’.

Killing the knight, feeling the vibe. Give me the knife, cold on my mind.

You and Jaehyun had escaped from the festivities as soon as possible, heading back up to your room where Jaehyun could regain his soberness and you could take a break from being his lover. It seems that resting was not on your agenda though, as you received another series of texts from your actual lover, this time with a picture of the kiss you shared with Jaehyun earlier. “What is this?” was all Jungwoo texted.

You didn’t respond but you knew he could see you had read his message yet you don’t know why you kept the chat open when Jungwoo’s typing bubble appeared. “Does being a fake girlfriend really include kissing him that way?” “Hey” “Answer me” “I know you’re there” “Y/n you better not forget your real relationship.”

Eventually your phone screen turned off on its own like you wished you could do, but you were glued to your seat on the sofa. It felt like whatever move you made only put you at greater risk. It was like walking on a minefield with not a single clue to where the mines were or how large they were. You refused to respond to Jungwoo, scared of only making things worse.

Throughout the rest of the time you were with Jaehyun, you didn’t dare respond to Jungwoo no matter how urgent his messages started to sound. You knew he was worried and wanted explanations but you forced yourself to wait until you got back to campus to give them. Jaehyun seemed to have no memory of your little argument and remained just as clingy and affectionate as before, even on the plane ride back and when he dropped you off in front of your dorm building, he stopped you to kiss the back of your hand as he bid your farewell.

You regret telling Jungwoo when you’d be returning to campus because when you entered the dorm building, you found him standing in front of your room, leaning on the wall with an upset expression. “So are you going to explain to me whatever the hell those pictures were?”

“Jungwoo, look, I already told you, it was an act-”

“No, you look. How am I supposed to not be concerned when I see my own girlfriend kissing another man?” He burst out. “I know you were his fake girlfriend but that doesn’t mean you have to go as far as kissing him does it?”

You turned to him after unlocking the door to your room. “Hey, I’m tired. Can you leave me alone right now? I really don’t want to say something that I don’t mean so could you please just leave me alone?” You were about ready to beg for some peace and quiet, something that your mind hasn’t had in a long time.

“Okay, fine, I’ll repsect that,” Jungwoo caved, “but this isn’t the end of this conversation. Got it?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, closing the door on him.

Tell me honestly. I need bitter coffee more than sweet candy.

Jungwoo had given you the next week to yourself, the summer class he was taking ended up taking more of his time and energy than expected. In that time, you did a whole lot of lying around, balancing the two men in your head, trying to carefully think out all your options and the possible results that stemmed from them. You reached a final decision at one point or another and arranged to meet up with Jaehyun at one of the grassy areas on campus not far from the cafeteria.

When he arrived, he greeted you with a hug, one that you carefully wiggled your way out of, much to his disappointment. “Jaehyun, I’ve been thinking-”

“Uh oh, that’s never a good thing,” he teased.

“I’m serious,” you asserted, making sure he knew the nature of this conversation, “I’ve been thinking, and as much as I enjoyed your company and am grateful that you took me to that wedding, I-”

Words that are nice to hear are just momentary.

“Hey, Y/n, who is that- no, no way,” Jungwoo came storming over from the steps leading up to the cafeteria, “I thought the whole fake girlfriend thing ended when you came back. Why the fuck are you still hanging around with him? Don’t I deserve more of your time than he does? Yet you never do anything to spend time with me.”

“Jungwoo, no, I’m not trying to hang out with him-”

“That’s not what it looks like,” he fired back. Jaehyun audibly sighed from next to you, drawing Jungwoo’s attention to him. “Alright buddy, if you wanted a girlfriend then go ahead, take her. But when she pulls this shit on you, don’t try bringing her back to me, I’m done.”

“Jungwoo, please don’t, he’s not anything to me, I swear,” you pleaded.

“Y/n, I’m done. Get your shit together first before coming to me. I’ve wasted far too much time on you and I’m tired of dealing with this.” With that, he left. For good? You have yet to find out.

There was a pause in your world as you let the dust settle. Your mind was still reeling and you felt the slight sting of tears welling up until Jaehyun opened his mouth once more. “So he did say that you’re mine now, right?”

“That’s not the fucking point,” you nearly yelled. “I genuinely love him and wanted to fix my relationship with him, and now here you are, screwing everything over.”

“To be fair, you never told me that you had a boyfriend in the first place,” Jaehyun traded off, “so technically, I did nothing wrong here.”

“You know what, fuck off, Jaehyun.”

He raised his hands in defense, “jeez, are you that serious about this dude?”

“Yes,” you cry out, “or well, I was, at least. Because now I don’t even know if he wants me back.”

“Do you want to hear my take on this?” Jaehyun offered.

“No, not really,” you sighed, but Jaehyun continued on anyways.

“I think you should go back to him and try sort things out. He had you before I did anyways, and if that ring you keep wearing is from him, he must have been in deep to do something like that.” His observation about your ring truly startled you but you were too numb to say anything. “And if he absolutely refuses you and hates your guts then well, I’m still here. My feelings for you are still genuine.”

I need sincerity to wake me up, I need you.

“Fucking hell, just leave me alone you asshole. I’m sick and tired of seeing your stupid fucking face,” you retorted.

He chuckled at your outburst, “alright, I’ll see you around I guess.”

You watched as he, too, walked away from you for possibly the last time. It felt as if all the pieces of your heart had been shredded into confetti and thrown into the air in some kind of sick party. This truly felt like a huge nightmare that you could wake up from but yet you knew you couldn’t.

You thought you gave both of the men your best and that his would all work out in the end, but all you got in return was whiplash.

Shawty give me whiplash.

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junjungsunwoo · 3 years

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We Are No More.

“ Whenever you need me, you act as if nothing happened. Don’t look for me as you please. There is no room for you anymore. This is already over” - Back 2 U, NCT 127.

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You were always told heartbreak was a horrible feeling, but you never really knew how much it really hurted- not until today.

Tags: @geniejunn, @daegalfangirl, @taemin-jaemin, @yeongwvnhi

Networks: @knet-bakery, @supermwritersnet, @k-dinernet, @foreverkpop-net, @kpop-script

Warnings: quite a lot of profanities, mentions of cheating, reader and jaehyun has a pretty toxic relationship, heart break and break ups, if you see some please don’t hesitate to tell me!

A/N: This was written for my Feelings on Shuffle collab! Comments are greatly appreciated! I’d love to see what you guys think of this fic! Maybe if people enjoy this I might release a second part to this! :D

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Sitting at the edge of your window, you blankly stare into the gloomy skies outside. Your knees bent to your chest and you rested your head in your arms as you silently watched the rain outside fall to the ground and onto your window.

The room was silent. Not a single sound was heard other than the little sounds your clock is making and the sound of the rain hitting your window. Teared-up pictures of a once happy couple littered your floor, and the fainting musky scent of your now ex-boyfriend’s favorite cologne lingered in the cold, still air.

Without you realizing it, a single tear begins to run down your face, and soon more follow after it. You did nothing to stop the tears running down your face and you just let your cheeks get stained by the salty water drops.

You could still remember all of the time you and he were still smiling and laughing together as if there were only the two of you in the world and how he would comfort you with his hugs and kisses, telling you how strong you were and how he was always there for you whenever you need comfort.

With him, you felt like you were the happiest woman on the planet. He made you feel special. Like you were the only one in his eyes. You gave him everything he needed without hesitation. Everything- from food to clothes, to money- anything that he needed or wanted, you gave it to him.

You were so blinded by his sweet talks and illusions of so-called love that you never even suspected him. You believed him no matter what other people say, telling you how he was bad for you, and that you will only get hurt staying by him- you ignored all of their advice, saying that you knew what was best for you.

Well, clearly you didn’t. If you did know what was good for you, you wouldn’t be sitting on the window seat inside of your bedroom crying over your breakup with Jaehyun. If you knew that heartbreak would hurt so bad, you would have never dated Jaehyun. You would’ve never believed his sweet talks or his charming smile when he first started to court you.

The sudden ringtone of your phone breaks the comforting yet gloomy silence of the room. Your heart aches as you stare at the name of the caller.

“Babe”

You stare at the small profile picture that was shown on top of the contact name as more tears rush to your eyes.

It was a picture of you and Jaehyun smiling together- laughing together. You never noticed it but looking at the picture now, Jaehyun’s smile seemed so...fake.

There were no sparkles in his eyes like you’ve seen when he was laughing with his friends, and they were blank...as if they were dead. He smiled emptily, his dimples still showing but his eyes...his eyes were as if they held no emotions.

You put down your phone once again, simply watching it until it finally stops ringing and a notification pops up onto your screen.

You’ve got 1 voicemail!

You clicked on it.

[voicemail] - 1

“Uh...hey...y/n, it’s Jaehyun here. You didn’t pick up any of my calls and I don’t know if you’ve listened to my other voicemails yet but I’m here...again. I know what I did was...unforgettable, and honestly, I probably hate myself more than you hate me right now and GOD I was so fucking stupid.

This probably is going to sound like bullshit to you- and I don’t blame you for thinking this way, but fuck...I miss you so fucking much. I miss when you would smile look at me with stars in your eyes. I miss all of the time when you would tell me you loved me, and fuck...I feel so stupid for never saying it back.

I’m so fucking sorry y/n... I miss you so fucking much- please, I’m begging you- please just respond to me. I don’t care if it’s just a simple ‘hi’ or even a ‘fuck off’ but just please- don’t ignore me. I...I have so much I still want to tell you and I just want us to go back to the way we were before when I didn’t mess everything up.

I know that’s not going to happen anymore, but who’s gonna stop me from trying? Please y/n, just respond to me, please just stop ignoring me. I don’t care if you want to hit me or if you want to yell at me, just- as long as you talking to me, I’ll do anything.

Please y/n...I’m so sorry, please...just respond to me. I’m begging you. I miss you so fucking much…

Please.”

More and more tears begin to rush to your eyes and soon they begin to run down your cheek one by one. You missed him too, so badly. Wanting to do nothing more than to run back into his arms and hug it out saying ‘I miss you’ and ‘I forgive you’s over and over again.

But you know you shouldn’t. You’ve seen through everything now. How he was only using you for your money that you didn’t have much of to begin with, he used you for his own personal pleasure, he used you to show off to his friends to tell them how he’s got a “very obedient girlfriend who would do anything as long as he tells her to”. But not only that, but he was a liar- a cheater too.

You thought that nothing could ever hurt you anymore after the death of your mother but Jaehyun proved you wrong when you caught him in bed naked with an unfamiliar woman in his arms.

Nothing pains you more than to hear Jaehyun calling you and sending you voicemails and texts every day. But now, your heartbreak pains you even more than Jaehyun’s pleas.

You still loved him. You never stopped loving him. Not even after knowing that he was such a jerk.

You knew you could never forget him. He was just too perfect. With his dimples and sweet words, he’s got you under his love spell and you’ve got no way to escape even if you wanted to. Everything reminded you of him and you just couldn’t get him off your mind.

That was the price of loving him. You had put him before your own self. It made you turn blind to everything else that wasn’t him. It was toxic, you knew it was- but you couldn’t stop.

You knew that in order to forget about him, you need to cut him completely out of your life. So with your shaky hands, you picked up your phone when it began to ring once again.

Taking in a shaky breath, you click the glowing green button.

“He-hello? Y/n? Is-is that really you?”

A deep voice emits from the other side of the device, his voice was shaky, and he stuttered from disbelief, not thinking that you would actually pick up.

“Finally! Oh my god- I’m so sorry-“

You cut him off coldly.

“Jung Jaehyun.”

You try your best to sound confident, trying your hardest to speak louder and clearer in hopes that he doesn’t realize how shaky and hoarse- evidence that proved that you were crying just seconds ago.

“Don’t look for me ever again. If you ever see me, please just turn the other way. We are no more.”

You cut the call. Immediately your phone rings again, the once adored name and picture popping up once again now only bring pain to your heart.

Trying to not stop the phone, you denied the call before quickly blocking him preventing him from making another call. Before proceeding to block him on all of your other social media platforms.

Dropping your phone onto the floor, you let out a big sigh.

You did it.

You finally let him go.

But your heart’s gonna need a long time to heal from that heartbreak.

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icequeenbae · 3 years

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist ❤ Most of my stories contain mature content (m), please check the warnings/ summary. And don’t be shy to reach out or leave feedback, I love hearing from you guys!

Networks I am in: @superm-net @exo-writers-net @bbh-net @k-vanity @ksmutsociety

Non-EXO masterlist

💫 EXO 💫

Byun Baekhyun

✨Oneshots✨

The Duality of Baekhyunie (m) [pt.1] 9.3k – Baekhyun x Reader, female!Baekhyun x Reader

Superpower AU, friends to lovers, slight angst, smut

Double the Jealousy (m) [pt.2] 9.8k – Baekhyun x Reader, female!Baekhyun x Reader ft. Kai

Sequel to The Duality of Baekhyunie, superpower AU, established relationship, fluff, angst, jealousy, smut

Dior Vernis 1.5k – husband!Baekhyun x pregnant!Reader

Domestic, slice of life, established relationship, slight angst, fluff, bits of humor

Stay with Me (m) 2.6k – Baekhyun x Reader

Long-distance relationship, established relationship, grumpy Baek, smut

Girl, I’m Your Catnip (m) 3.4k – wolf!Baekhyun x caracal!Reader

Hybrid AU, slice of life, some fluff, PWP, smut

Daddy’s Struggles (m) 2.2k – dad!Baekhyun x wife!Reader

Domestic, established relationship, slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty

Call Me, Baby (m) 3.3k – Baekhyun x Reader

Established relationship, PWP, use of sex toys, smut

Witch Charming (m) 6.6k – witch!Baekhyun x halfblood!Reader

Charmed AU, magic, established relationship, fluffy, smut

Lost and Found [pt.1] 3.3k – Baekhyun x Reader

Newdad!Baek, falling out, exes to ???, sfw, fluff, angst(y)

Stay the Night (m) [pt.2] 3.2k – Baekhyun x Reader

Sequel to Lost and Found, dad!Baek, established relationship, fluff, smut

You Ghost (m) 7.6k – demon!Baekhyun x human!Reader ft. demon!Kai Demon AU, soulmate AU(?), horror-ish, angsty, smut [Halloween Special]

You Bet Your Ass (m) 3.6k – Baekhyun x Reader

Established Relationship, PWP, slice of life, sex toys, anal (m receiving), fluff, smut

✨Series & Mini-series✨

Desert Flower (m) 13.5k – Baekhyun x Reader x Baëkhyun

EXO vs X-EXO dynamics, superpowers, complicated relationships, angsty, action, smut

Love Coach [Lev.1] (m) 18k – Baekhyun x Reader

Get You Alone mv AU, nerd!Baekhyun, virgin!Baek, goofy!Baek, slow burn, humor, fluff, smut

Love Coach series full masterlist

Snapshot mini-series (m) 10.5k – photographer!Baekhyun x idol!Reader ft. soloidol!Kai

Photographer AU, fuckboy!Baek(?), PWP, angst, fluff, smut

Boy Next Door (m) 18.5k – neighbor!Baekhyun x Reader

Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

✨ Reactions✨

EXO Reaction to you wearing sexy clothes 1.7k – EXO OT9 as your boyfriends/ partners

More coming soon!

Will do my best to update the m.list timely. Use the fic names or icequeenbae fics tag to search my blog.

Love, Ri ❤❤❤

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sooibian · 3 years

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“Clay”-doh

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!Reader

Genre: Parents AU, tooth rotting fluff

Description: "When was the last time we did something together as a family?" you ask Baekhyun and...it backfires.

Word Count: 1.4k unedited!!!

A/N: Thank you for daydreaming about this cute little scenario @littleflowercrown13 💗 i hope you enjoy!!!!

Scraping your hair up in a bun, you padded into the living room with an idea floating in your consciousness which fortified upon finding your husband sprawled out on the couch, snoring away a beautiful Saturday afternoon while your two year old’s pony plushie had been merrily galloping along his torso.

This is what your weekends had come to - Baekhyun would snatch every minute he could find to take a nap and your little one would unwind in the company of her inanimate playthings. Family time was simply...non-existent! The three of you were together all the time but not really.

Plopping down on the box arm of the couch with a pointedly loud sigh, you tried to shake him awake, your ringleted doll enthusiastically following suit. Baekhyun fought the two of you off by curling up like a shrimp, shoving his face into the pillow and letting out a muffled groan thus inviting a flurry of giggles from the bright eyed little lady whose marigold sized fists danced on her appa’s arm as she excitedly bounced on the balls of her feeties.

“Ow!” Feigning injury, Baekhyun’s hand flew up to his shoulder to block another blow from the marigold fisted warrior princess. But she was caught unawares when he suddenly scooped her up in his arm and put her down on his chest, playful fingers wiggling along her protruding tummy.

More giggles from both father and daughter.

“Why did you wake me up?” grumbled Baekhyun. The entirety of his attention seized by his own miniature version, he masked the annoyance in his tone by wearing a wide grin on his face.

Poking your husband in the side with a bamboo needle (a failed attempt at knitting), you whined, “You’re sleeping all! the! time! I’m bored!” You lifted her off of Baekhyun’s chest, allowing him to sit up straight and stretch his back, only for her to go flying back into his arms again.

“Jagiya, sometimes I wonder who the real two-year-old is!” Baekhyun exclaimed, peppering the high tension baby's face with soft kisses. Their levels of energy had always been directly proportional - you never failed to notice how Baekhyun's effervescence fuelled her tempo. She suddenly seemed like a whole ‘nother person - in complete contrast to the tiny angelic girl who'd been quietly playing with her pony just a couple of minutes ago.

You protested, "When was the last time we did something together as a family?"

He shot you a look in response that said 'That’s rich coming from you!' but his boxy grin made a revival as soon as he set his eyes on the fluff ball in his hands.

You’d admittedly been a spoilsport when it came to participating in Baekhyun planned “activities” but they were simply “not your jam”. A couple of weeks ago, the father daughter duo had decided to dress up as murderous clowns after seeing posters of IT Chapter Two around the city! Murderous! Clowns!! So instead of blatantly refusing their invitation to dress up as one yourself, you volunteered to be their photographer and clean up the mess after.

It was a lesson learnt.

So the next time they were ready to play Masterchef with the Sous Chef’s tush parked on the Head Chef’s hip and altered-to-fit toques perched atop their peanut shaped heads, you slyly feigned a work emergency and asked your husband’s best friend to drop in for sometime to keep an eye on them….and well, avert any potential disasters. You were grateful not to have come home to ruin and debris but to your angels well fed and soundly asleep on the couch with the Head Chef’s bright yellow chick apron soaking up Little Miss Sous Chef’s drool. Thank God!

No, thank Kim Minseok!

“We could do something that’s not...umm..well..” you started hesitantly.

Mischief dancing in his eyes, Baekhyun cracked a sly smile and asked, “Stressful?”

Pursing your lips, you gave him a non-committal nod.

***

“SPA DAY!”

Mirroring her father’s enthusiasm, your little one threw her hands in the air and thundered in baby coo.

Baekhyun had laid down an old rug on the living room floor and together you arranged clay masks, lotions, cotton pads, baby oils, moisturizers...the entire shebang. You excused yourself to the bathroom to cleanse your face while the older troublemaker tossed the younger one into the air, the sound of saccharine giggles and gurgles pervading the entire room.

Your lips unconsciously synced to the words of a familiar song stuck in your head...just this one line playing over and over again as you trotted out of the living room.

‘...I can’t even close my eyes and I don’t know why...guess I don’t like surprises..’

A vague foreboding swiftly crept into your consciousness. Dabbing your face dry, you darted towards the living room with a different tune stuck in your head.

‘Everytime I turn around, something don’t feel right! Just might be paranoid!’

From a distance, everything seemed eerily normal.

Gongju-nim was seated cross legged on the rug, with a fluffy cushion placed against her smol lap on which Baekhyun had his head rested. Rubbing your eyes, you blinked furiously to adjust to the baffling scene before you.

Jaw slacked, you stood watching her pudgy fingers work expertly along Baekhyun’s soft facial skin, evenly spreading the blackish grey gooey clay mask all over his face and neck. A sunflower hair band wearing Baekhyun guided her by occasionally tilting his head from side to side so as to avoid the mouth and eye area.

The two thoughts occupying your mind in the moment were the damage that the clay mask would do to her two year old silken tofu skin and ways to throttle Baekhyun without the teensie warrior princess coming to his defence riding her wee little pony plushie.

But before you could do or say anything, her clay mask wielding fist suddenly went whop on his pursed lips.

Baekhyun’s eyes flew open in horror and the little one burst into another fit of giggles upon seeing her appa’s startled face. You bit on your tongue to hold back your laughter as your husband frantically shook his head to dissuade her but with the competence of a professional, she continued to even out the mask all over his lips.

You quietly went and sat next to her as she reached out for another scoop of the mask from the tub. Aiming a gremlin grin at you, she proudly flaunted her clay covered hands and you realized that she had gloves on. Washed over with relief, you ignored Baekhyun’s clay swaddled cry for help and extended your arms out to her.

But Little Miss Esthetician was all fired up!

She enthusiastically struck her father’s forehead with her tinie palms (yet again you ignored Baekhyun’s pained whimper. After all, he had brought this upon himself) and cooed, “Mama~” gesturing that it was your turn now to avail her valued services.

“Oh, my baby!” you chuckled, “Come here, let’s get you cleaned up.” Gently scooping her up in your arms, you laid her down next to her father.

Now that Baekhyun had been shut up for a good twenty minutes or so, you started to clean the mess off of her hands while berating him in a sing-song voice. “Why did you think it was a good idea to allow her to come in contact with these harsh ~ chemical ~ substances ~ ?”

Brows raised, Baekhyun sat up with a start, shook his head in denial and defended himself with a loud, “Mmmm!!!”

You knew that the mask, made entirely out of quality, kid-friendly natural ingredients, was relatively safe but you were simply not the parent who took risks. You were pulled out of your reverie by gongju-nim dissolving into another fit of giggles at the sound that came out of her appa’s sealed mouth. Amused, you smiled down at her and continued, “It could’ve gone into her eyes, Baekhyunnie ~ or her mouth ~” In hindsight, it was an ill-timed joke but Baekhyun’s lips curled up in an endearing clay laced smile and his eyes crinkled into half moons.

Your out-of-tune complaining was drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of love that blossomed in Baekhyun’s heart for his chaotic little family. He quickly sneaked a picture of the three of you - him with his clay mask on and his beautiful ladies in the background, faces lit up by the other’s bright smile - and gleefully shared it with his 20.9 million followers. He then grabbed a box of tissues to help you clean the mess that he'd inadvertently yet expectedly made.

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ncteaxhoe · 3 years

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warm whispers—

⇢ a college summer break vacation party, which was always a social calendar item every year, was basically just people in bikinis and trunks making out and doing body shots off each other. you certainly didn’t fit in but obligations called for your presence. though it seemed like it wasn't only you who was awkward and felt out of place.

pairing: kim doyoung x female reader ft. rin (female oc), johnny suh

genres and tropes: college au, fluff, smut

warnings: profanities, alcohol usage, making out in public, fingering, oral sex (f), protected sex

word count: 5.6k

playlist: summer - calvin harris | despacito - luis fonsi ft. daddy yankee

a/n: part of the Neo Summer Love collab by @chittapornswife. thanks T for hosting this amazing collab! i had a lot of fun writing this :D hope you like reading this! also part of the summer event ‘Sunny Side’ by @neosmutcollective for the prompt "thongs".

okay this is like a very cliché trope, so i hope i did atleast some justice to it jhjahsks. inspired by gilmore girls s4 ep17. any feedback is appreciated <3

taglist: @kthpurplesyou @immabiteyou @lofied @raibebe @sly-merlin @hyuckswifey @aslutformen @foreverdy @nctmania

“You’re gonna die of sugar one day you know?” your best friend Rin shot at you as she saw you nibbling on sugar cubes.

“What are you getting?” You looked at her plate curiously.

“All bran.”

You raised your eyebrow at her in question. “My boyfriend wants us to live a long time and be healthy.” You snorted knowing they both weren’t gonna last even a whole week on this diet.

You moved on in the line to get your coffee. It was a fairly sunny day, the weather was getting warmer day by day. People had already started to pack their bags, ready to get out of the campus as soon as finals ended. You were looking forward to going home as well, spending time with your favourite books and binge on movies while eating some crisps. Your plans sounded perfect till now.

“So did you hear about the summer break thing?” Rin asked you.

"Huh?"

"You know the famous vacation party down at the beaches."

"Oh, yeah I've heard about those. But you know it, not really my thing."

Rin groaned, already knowing it would be really tough to convince you to go there. She had hardly managed to get you to a couple of parties on campus the whole semester. But all she wanted was to spend some of the summer break with her boyfriend and best friend. And so she had come prepared.

"See, now I knew you would say that," Rin followed you as you made your way to the table, "and that's why I've come prepared." She smiled at you.

You looked at her in suspicion.

"I already talked to your mom about this and she is totally in with me on this."

"What?! What are‐," but Rin cut you off.

"And! And, I've booked us the nicest room so you can stay in the room and watch all your movies. Also, I'm allowing you to be a little boring and letting you bring your books as well." You knew these were all lies to get you there and Rin was definitely not gonna let you stay in the room even for a minute.

You pouted and huffed out at her, your eyebrows furrowing. You had heard about this vacation party before and it was something you certainly didn’t fit in. People were 24/7 in bikinis and trunks drinking their asses off, random people making out with random people and oh how you detested the thought of being squished in between sweaty bodies. You shudder at the thought.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N." Rin snapped her fingers in front of your face. You looked back again at her and she immediately made a puppy face.

"Pleaseeeee. Just this once, I promise. And we won't even be able to see each other for two months then." your best friend held your hand, trying to persuade you emotionally now.

Well, it didn't sound so bad. You would be getting to spend time with your best friend so that was a plus point, and maybe you could go out on your own and explore the less crowded places. Also late night beach walks seemed appealing. You looked at Rin again and she had star eyes now. You shook your head.

"Fine." you sighed and dipped your spoon in your cereal bowl.

"Yes!" she exclaimed excitedly and went back to her own tray of food. "Johnny will be so happy. It was his idea by the way," she grinned at you and took the first bite of her food.

"Ew, what the fuck is this?" You just laughed at her disgusted face. "I'm gonna kill Johnny."

"Are you sure you don't need your bathing suit?" your mom called out to you.

"Mom, I told you, I'm not gonna go swimming. Especially not with all the sweaty people splashing around. I'm good with my camis and t-shirts." But your mom had other plans because she pretended to not have heard you and stuffed your bathing suit in your duffel. You sighed in resignation. If there were two people who you could never get by, it was Rin and your mom.

"What? You never know when you might need it honey." she grinned at you.

"Why are you letting me go again?" You dumped your cosmetics pouch in the duffel.

“Because a little socialisation never hurt anyone,” your mom leaned in as if she was gonna spill some important tea, “and who knows you might even find someone you like.”

“Mom!” you exclaimed, totally baffled at her. You shook your head at her antics as she just laughed.

Just as you were putting the last of your stuff, you heard a car honk from outside.

“It must be Rin!” your mom was clearly more excited than you. As you got out of the front door, you saw her hugging Rin in the driveway. Johnny was waving at you from the back seat window.

“So Johnny, I see you’re all ready for the beach.” Johnny had already changed into beach clothes even though it was gonna be a few hours drive to arrive there.

“Yes ma’am!” Wow, everyone was rather excited except you.

You loaded your luggage in the back trunk and got into the passenger seat.

“Listen, no jumping down from windows, not even the first floor one. And remember to drink lots of water and take two aspirins after you’re done “not drinking”." Your mom winked at you.

“Yes, mother,” you groaned. “Bye, I love you.” You leaned out of the window and gave her a quick kiss.

“Love you too!” As Rin pulled out of the driveway you heard her say, “Drive safe and call me!”

—

It was around 2am when Rin pulled into the driveway of the hotel you were gonna stay in.

“Omg, do you smell the ocean?” Rin took a dramatic deep breath and you laughed at her antics.

“Okay, I’m gonna see you girls later.”`Johnny shared a quick kiss with Rin and waved to you.

It looked more of a huge beach house rather than a hotel. All the rooms had their doors opening up to a common balcony cum corridor. Another staircase led to a deck with swimming pools and seating. It actually looked cool, a fun setting when you were staying with friends.

You were a little surprised by all the bustling around at this hour. But then again, it was college students we were talking about here. Everyone seemed to be wide awake and several cars were arriving just like yours, people greeting their friends enthusiastically.

"Okay who's gonna take our bags?" Rin was waving around a bill in her hand.

You looked at her with your eyebrow raised and she launched into an explanation. “See a lot of people make the mistake of tipping at the end of the trip. I always tip as you go along. Makes sure you don’t get your luggage stolen.” You nodded at her smart explanation.

Two of the hotel attendants came in quickly and led you guys to your room, Johnny was gonna share one with his friends while you, Rin and Rin’s dorm mate in one (though you knew that Rin was definitely not gonna be in after you go to bed). You enter to see Rin’s roommate had already arrived because her luggage was strewn over one bed already. The room was nice for a small beach hotel where there were only college students. As you set down your bags, you heard ruckus from outside. Rin was already on her feet to see what the commotion was all about.

“Y/N!” she called you outside. You peered down from the railing to see a lot of boys coming out of a car.

“Boy that’s a lot of people stuffed in that tiny car.” The sight made you scrunch your nose and a little queasy.

“Looks like a fun group. And oh, definitely a hot group.” Rin was smiling.

“Rin, you have a boyfriend!”

“Oh who said I wasn’t allowed to look at other hot boys.” Another quieter set had already made their way up the stairs towards the rooms and were now coming close to you. Rin nudged you when two of them were about to cross you. You looked in the direction where she wanted you to and one of them smiled at you.

“Hey.” He had a rather deep voice and a pretty face while pink hair adorned his head.

But who caught your attention was the other boy behind him. You couldn’t help but rake your eyes over his figure. He was wearing a simple tee with some graphics on it and shorts beneath. His mop of black hair fell across his forehead giving him a brooding look.

You were yet again nudged by Rin and you managed out a “Hey” to the first boy before they walked past you. But just as the dark haired boy neared you, he lifted his eyes and met your gaze. You felt your breath get caught in your throat for a second.

“See now that wasn’t so bad.” Your best friend grinned at you. Flustered, you watched his disappearing back for a few moments before turning back to face the ocean again.

“Yeah, whatever.”

It was the next afternoon when you saw the boy with the brooding face again.

You had woken up early in the morning because you couldn’t really sleep that well in new beds. You friends were all still asleep, planning to get up later. So that’s why you had decided to set out on your own for the first half of the day. Grabbing some breakfast from a little cafe you saw, you set on foot to explore the town. You passed by cute shops and cute cafes.

You somehow ended up at the book and video store at the end of the street. It had been sometime since you had explored a bookstore for something other than a book related to studies.

So you settled yourself in one of the aisles on a stool and got engrossed in a book. But a sudden voice made you look up only to find a few books about to fall onto you. “Look out!” You quickly brought two hands to your head but before the books could hit, you felt a presence right above, covering you.

“You alright?” the same melodious voice asked you.

You looked up to meet with the same dark orbs from yesterday and you just stared for a second, before he waved a hand in front of your face to get back your attention.

“Oh! Yeah I’m fine, I'm fine.” You tried to act cool and that you were not affected by his presence at all. After you made sure that he was okay, the boy went back to browsing the store. But your attention was now on the boy. You tried to not look at him and concentrate on your book, but it was all in vain. You ended up sneaking glances at him and staring like a creep.

But he caught your gaze once from across a shelf and you had quickly scrambled away to the cash register, buying whatever was in your hand.

Though just as you were about to exit the store you couldn't help but turn around. The dark haired boy was looking right back at you, a knowing smile on his face. You smiled back, a little shy.

—

It was already after dark when Rin had forced you out of your comfy blanket and book time to take you out for the beach party. The beach was crowded. Even now people were going around in bikinis and trunks, and ever since you've arrived here, you had barely seen people in any different attire. It fascinated you almost.

"Come on!" Rin pulled at your arm, trying to get you on the dance floor somehow. But you refused to get out of your bar stool, insisting that you were better off watching your friends from the sidelines. Before Rin could practically lift you off from your chair, her boyfriend called to her.

"Babe!" Rin was immediately heart-eyed at the sound of the endearing name. But she turned back to you before leaving and narrowed her eyes.

"You," she pointed her finger at you, "were just saved because of Johnny, but don't think you're free yet. Let me get you more drunk, maybe then I could get your ass out there." She called to the bartender before you could protest and ordered 3 shots of vodka, downing one herself before leaving you with the rest two.

You sighed but a tired smile adorned your face.

"Guess you are not so keen on those." You were startled by the voice to your left. You turned around to see the same boy from before now taking a seat right beside you.

"Yup, not really my thing." But you still took one of the glasses in your hand, examining it while twirling it around. After a few beats, you pushed the second glass towards the unnamed boy. "Doesn't seem like your thing either."

Wordlessly, he took it and clinked his glass with yours. You tipped your head back and drank the bitter liquid, feeling it burn down your throat.

"Nope." You heard him say. "Wanna go take a walk along the shore, away from the crowd?" He suggested suddenly and you looked at him skeptical. For all you knew he could be a murderer.

"I'm not a murderer, if that's what you're thinking." He smirked at you, the look on your face giving away that he was correct. You held his gaze as you got down from your seat, a smile finding its way across your lips as well.

"Sure."

You thought of telling Rin before taking off with a stranger just like that. But you didn’t see her at all, so you just quickly left her a text. The boy waited for you, hands in his pockets and a relaxed smile on his face. He looked more inviting than he should.

You quickly fell into step with him as you both grabbed a beer bottle each and headed for the shore.

"So, I never got to catch your name." He broke the silence.

"I never got the chance to introduce myself." You smirked at him. "I'm Y/N."

"I'm Doyoung." He extended a hand and you shook it.

You walked a bit more till you were sufficiently away from the crowd and there were only a few people nearby. It was a comfortable silence as you both sipped on your beers.

"You wanna sit?" Doyoung asked you and you nodded at him.

He sat down next to you, cross legged as well. For a moment you just stared at your knees slightly touching each other.

"So Y/N, why are you here if you're not really into these things?"

"Obligations called for my presence. And also because my best friend practically emotional blackmailed me." You let out a chuckle.

"I can understand that one." Doyoung also chuckled. "Part of the reason why I am here."

A pleasant conversation flowed between you as you got to know each other a little bit, telling about your university and the courses you were taking. But again you fell into silent.

You looked ahead in front of you at the ocean. It was a clear night so the moon gleamed while the stars shone. Your gaze shifted to the sky. It was tough to see the stars in the city from all the city lights. So you savoured this sight.

"What are you thinking?" You asked him suddenly, your eyes still on the sky.

"Have you ever heard of the Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa?"

"No."

"He wrote a lot of haikus and one comes to my mind right now. It's called Summer Night." You hummed to acknowledge him and encourage him to go on.

"Summer night --

even the stars

are whispering to each other."

You let his words sink in, nodding slightly. "It's pretty," you said in a low voice.

"The stars are also pretty tonight," you looked at Doyoung now, "and even you look pretty in the moonlight," he almost whispered the last part. For a few moments, you just gazed into each other's eyes. His eyes shone from the moonlight, giving them an inviting glint. Your gaze wavered between his eyes and lips as you subconsciously leaned closer to him.

But a smile found its way across your lips. "You're one smooth talker."

"If you say so," he smiled and shrugged, closing the distance between you.

You kissed Doyoung back slowly, no urgency in either of your actions. His lips felt soft and plump, and you could taste the alcohol in the kiss. You let out a small gasp into the kiss when his tongue slid across your lower lip, asking for entrance. You parted your lips and his tongue snaked in between, first caressing your lips and then pushing against your own tongue. You easily followed and tangled your tongue with his, one hand sliding up his chest and gripping on to his neck.

You broke apart for air after a while and you immediately missed the feeling of his lips, resting your foreheads against each other, heavy breaths fanning each other's faces.

"So.. that was… nice." You whispered and Doyoung hummed in agreement. You opened your eyes to see him looking right back at you. You leaned forward again and pressed your lips lightly to his again. You could feel his lips curling into a smile.

You finally pulled away from him to see a blush evident on his cheeks even in such a low light. But you thought maybe this was where your night had to end. So you got up slowly as Doyoung's eyes followed your actions curiously. Before taking off, you leaned down to his ears "Goodnight Doyoung," and pressed a light kiss to his cheeks.

Doyoung watched your back as you walked away.

You successfully avoid Rin till the next morning, but you were woken up by her practically screaming in your ears and shoving her phone in your face.

"What is this?!" she exclaimed and was over you already.

You groaned and tried pushing her away but she wouldn't budge.

"No hey! Tell me what-how-when-who," she spoke at a rapid pace.

"Fine!" you groaned again, "Just get off me first so I can atleast breathe." Rin finally got up and you sat up in your bed too. Taking your time to stretch and yawn out your sleepiness, but Rin looked at you with a pointed look and you just sighed.

"You remember those two guys we saw the night we arrived?"

"Omg did you score with the cute pink haired boy?" Rin was too excited for this and you were not liking it.

"No, it's the guy who was behind." You plopped down on the bed again because you knew Rin was gonna jump onto you either way.

"Omg!!!" You braced yourself as Rin threw herself on you. "My baby girl is finally getting the whole summer break thing down." She faked tears. You just made incoherent noises at her. "So what exactly happened? Come on give me the deets here."

"Well we had a drink together and then we grabbed some beer and went to walk along the shore. Yeah…" you trailed off and dammit why did Rin know you so well.

"Spill," she simply said.

"Urgh fine. We... kissed," you covered your face with your hands, feeling your cheeks getting hotter by the second.

"Wohooooo!" You were sure everyone in the building must have heard your best friend's shouts by now. "Y/N is finally getting some! Yay!"

—

Today Rin didn't have to drag you away from the room. Curiosity took the best of you and you found yourself lounging on a chair next to Rin at the poolside. But your eyes were all over the place, trying to find the familiar black mop of hair on top of a lithe figure.

"You missed a spot," you told Rin absentmindedly as you saw her apply sunscreen.

"Hey who you looking for so much? Lover boy?" Johnny teased you as he joined you guys. You shot him a glare while he just laughed at you. "Since I'm so nice I'll tell you about his whereabouts." You raised an eyebrow at him. "I was out towards the shops down the road and saw him walking towards the bookstore," he glanced at his phone, "around 10 minutes ago."

"Ugh, bookstore on a vacation." Rin scoffed. "Marry him already." You slapped Rin lightly on the arm but she just laughed.

"You guys should marry each other," both of them immediately get a hint of blush on their cheeks and it was your turn to laugh at them. Nevertheless, you did get out of your chair as Johnny and Rin jumped into the pool.

You made your way quickly to the bookstore, hoping that Doyoung was still there. And since you didn't pass by him anywhere, you figured he might be.

The bookstore was almost empty as you entered it. No Doyoung in sight yet. The girl at the counter smiled at you and acknowledged her. You quietly made your way in between the tall book aisles, your breath stopping when you see the desired man at the opposite end of one. Your movement made him turn his head and his face lit up when he saw you.

You smiled at him but turned to pretend to look through the shelves, slowly moving towards him. Doyoung also got into step moving closer to you until your sides bumped into each other. Doyoung let out a chuckle, as did you.

"Fancy seeing you here." You said to him in a low voice.

Doyoung hummed before saying, "you too."

You both sat down on the floor in the last aisle, shoulders touching each other while leaning against the wall, a book in hand and a smile on the face. You tried to read the first chapter of the book, but you had to read the lines again and again, since you were barely registering anything. Your attention was completely on the boy next to you.

"You've barely even turned a page in the last 15 minutes." Doyoung whsipered.

"Your fault." You could feel your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment. Your stomach did a flip when you heard his low chuckle. You glanced at his book seeing he hadn't read that much either. "Doesn't seem like you got any progress either.

"Well your fault." and you both were a giggling mess, trying not to be too loud so as to get glares from the others. You turned to look at Doyoung and your laughter died down. Your eyes got fixated on his lips and you leaned in.

A tingling feeling spread through your chest as you pushed your lips against Doyoung's while your tongue explored his mouth. Doyoung looked flushed when you broke for air and you could feel your body heat up as well.But you kissed him again, loving the feeling of his plump lips in between yours. You slid a hand in his hair as he slid one to your waist, pulling you towards him. Before you knew you were sitting sideways in Doyoung's lap.

You kissed like that for a while, on that warm afternoon in the last aisle of the bookstore, in your own world.

You didn't know how you had ended up here, but the next day you found yourself pressing Doyoung against the outside wall of a small bar. You gasped into the kiss when Doyoung switched your positions suddenly.

He broke the kiss but his mouth started kissing you on the jaw slowly moving down to your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access. His one hand caressed your thigh, while the other pressed against the back of your waist. A surpised moan left you when Doyoung bit and sucked on your neck, quickly lapping his tongue over it to soothe it.

"Doyoung..." a sigh of his name left you when his actions sent heat right to your core.

You gripped his hair tightly as his kisses slid down to your exposed collarbone. You couldn't care less right now that you were in public and anyone could see you. You pulled Doyoung up again to kiss him with a fervent rush now and he sensed it.

So he pulled back, his breathing heavy. "Do you... wanna continue this in my room?" His eyes were as filled with need as much yours. "Or... we could go to yours, whatever works."

"Sure." Doyoung laced his hands with yours and you hastily made your way to your hotel. But oh your luck was rotten because why did you have to run into Doyoung's friends and then into Rin and Johnny. You made a mental note to kick Rin for all the wide smiles she was giving and all the teasing. After all the obstacles, you finally reached the rooms.

"Yours or mine?" Doyoung asked you.

"Yours." And he led the way to his room, which was thankfully empty.

Doyoung let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behing him. His friends hadn't really let you guys go easily either. You sat down on the bed and looked at Doyoung who was leaning against the door.

As soon as your eyes met, you both burst into laughs. The boy trudged and sat down next to you on the bed. But he got surprised when you suddenly straddled him. His hands immediately came to rest on your hips.

"So, where were we?" You smirked at him.

"I guess here." Doyoung caught your lips into a kiss again. This time it was more urgent and more sloppy. Your grip on his hair became tighter as he bit your lip. Doyoung subconsciously pressed on your hips, so that your clothed core was right above his. You moaned into the kiss at the friction and he bucked his hips more into yours.

Your hands found the hem of his tshirt and you parted long enough to guide it up and out of his arms. Your hands had a life of their own as they slid across his chest, back and biceps. Man this dude is hot as fuck, was all you think.

You stood in front of him and turned around, making a show of removing your clothes (in reality you were a bit embarrassed to face him while removing your clothes). You were thankful, you had worn the new thong and bralette Rin had kept on your bed this morning with a note of "A little gift from me. You might need it *wink wink*".

You heard Doyoung suck in a breath and cruse under his breath. "Fuck."

You turned around to face him. His eyes were trained below your waist. "Like what you see?" You smirked at him again.

"Like? Love what I see." His hands immediately go to cup your bare ass as you put your hands on his shoulders. "Fuck thongs are so sexy." He suddenly removed your hands from his shoulders and flipped your positions. You watched as the boy settled on his knees in front of you. His hands pushed your knees apart and you felt your cheeks getting hot as Doyoung leaned in towards you, starting by kissing your inner thighs. You sucked in a sharp breath when his lips finally touched your barely clothed core.

You felt his hot breath on your core as he pushed your wet panties aside. He looked at you once before diving in between your folds. His tongue traced your slit. You moaned and your hands immediately went to his hair when he flicked your clit. More of your arousal dripped as he prodded your entrance with his tongue.

"Fuck..." you cursed when you felt his fingers entering you. You hadn't been stretched in a while and it felt so good. His fingers slowly moved in and out of you as he sucked on your clit. You couldn't help but buck your hips into his face. Soft moans left you as Doyoung increased his pace. Your thighs threatened to close around him but his broad shoulders kept them apart. Your legs twitched and you could feel the familiar knot building in your stomach.

"Do-Doyoung, I'm so close," you said in between heavy breaths. This made him go even faster. He inserted a third finger and you threw your head back at the feeling. His fingers curled in just the right place and your grip on his hair tightened as he continued the ministrations on your clit.

"Yes, yes right there," you moaned as you reached your high. A few more thrusts and you came on Doyoung's fingers. He slowed his pace down when he felt you clench around him continuously, helping your ride out your high.

You lightly pushed at his head. You watched almost panting as he licked his fingers clean of your arousal.

"You taste so good." You yelped in surprise as Doyoung picked you up and put you back on the bed, getting on top of you. He balanced himself on his arms and you looked up at him smiling.

"You are so hot, do you know that?" And he kissed you again for the nth time that day. His lips traced down your throat and onto your chest. You whimpered when his hands came up to your breasts. He pinched one nipple and kissed the another one on top of the bra. You spread your legs so he could settle in between. You felt Doyoung's hardened cock as he pressed his hips into yours. You snaked your hand in between your bodies and slipped past the waistband on his shorts and boxers. Doyoung moved his hips as he felt your hands wrap around his cock. You gripped his cock and squeezed him, eliciting a moan from him.

You didn't know when you had closed your eyes, so you opened them when you suddenly feel his presence withdrawing as he pulled your hand out.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked you.

"Your mouth was literally in between my thighs. Are you sure its the right time to ask this?" You chuckled and Doyoung just shook his head at you.

You watched as he removed the rest of his clothes. You bit your lip at his length. You were about to remove your panties, but Doyoung stopped you. "The thong stays on." He was soon again on top of you after putting on a condom, pushing your panties aside and aligning himself to your entrance. He kissed you as he pressed his cock inside. Your walls gripped him snuggly and your jucies helped him slide inside pretty easily. He slowly moved his hips, letting you adjust to his length and girth.

"Fuck," Doyoung cursed in the kiss.

But his next thrust was hard and fast. “Oh my god!" You let out a sharp breath and a whipmer.

“Fuck... you’re so tight.” Doyoung grunted in your ears. He soon started fucking you at a faster pace, hitting your spot repeatedly. His hand gripped your one thigh and he pushed your leg up a bit to get better access to your core.

You clenched around him as you felt another orgasm approaching. "Faster Doyoung," you moaned.

He grunted again as he thrusted even more faster and harder. The tip of his cock hitting your spot repeatedly, making you roll your eyes back. You whimpered and moaned as you reached your high yet again, crashing around Doyoung. You felt him stutter when you clenched around him tightly. You figured he was close to coming, so you encouraged him to go faster.

And within a few moments, Doyoung was spilling his seed inside the condom. He buried his face in your neck as he moaned. His moans were indeed melodious to your ears.

"That was so good." You said to Doyoung.

"That was fucking awesome." He chuckled and you joined him.

You both stayed like that, catching your breaths. Heat radiated from your body and sweat had gathered in between your torsos. Your legs felt like jelly but you couldn’t stand the sweat anymore.

"Let's get cleaned up."

You didn't realise that it was already time to leave. You lowkey felt sad since you wanted to spend more time with Doyoung.

You both were sitting at the shore before you left. The sun was setting already and it cast a beautiful orange reflection on the water. Something totally out of the pictures.

"So..." You started but trailed off.

"So..." Doyoung mimicked you.

You turned to him and smiled. "I had a good time."

"Me too." He flashed a gummy smile at you and you felt the butterlfies in your stomach fluttering.

"What do we do then?" You asked him.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked instead of answering.

You looked around. The beach, the scenic views, the holiday feel - all of it did indeed make it worth a while and your time with Doyoung eventful. But maybe this wasn't the end.

"Y/N," you turned around to see Rin and Johnny calling at you from a distance.

"I guess its time for you to go."

You hummed. You paused to think for a second and then pulled out one of the books you had bought and a pencil you always carried out of your bag. Doyoung watched your actions curiously. You flipped to the last page and wrote down your phone number on it.

"You said you always wanted to read this one right? Call me when you're done reading it."

And with that you pressed one last kiss to the dark haired boy's lips.

"Bye, Doyoung."

"Bye, Y/N."

a/n: okay the smut absolutely sucks ass in this. so sorry for this horrible smut. anyways, i hope you enjoyed whatever this was lmao. k bye

-inna🌻

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Pairing - Baekhyun x fem reader -> exes to lovers | Genre - Angst, fluff | warnings - none | taglist - @twancingyunhoe @trashlord-007 @tiddy-boys | synopsis - when Baekhyun and you broke things off a year ago, it felt alright, but you came to the painful realization that nobody could ever replace him or love you like he did | word count - 2.1k | thanks to @tiddy-boys for beta-reading ♡

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It's days like these, rain hitting the window in harsh taps and angry wind blowing, when the nostalgia hits the hardest. After all, you were always one to dwell on the past. It's just what you do.

Every day felt the same after the two of you broke things off. You don't even remember why exactly you even ended it in the first place. The pain still sits deep, coming to haunt you when you least expect it.

Rainy days like those just trigger the nostalgia, the memories and bygone feelings.

It's 12pm when you check your phone, yet you're still laying in bed. The lack of motivation due to this sudden wave of sadness is something you're not experiencing for the first time.

And it's killing you slowly. These feelings are eating you up from the inside out.

Without even realizing, tears are running down your cheeks in even, salty streams.

"Why am I even crying…" You mumble and lift your arm to cover your face, trying to make it stop. "God, I'm so pathetic"

You try to manage to stop your tears, wrist harshly rubbing your eyes. After a minute or so, you succeed in stopping them.

instead pick up your phone, unlocking it and opening Instagram.

One peek won't hurt, right…?

His name at the top of your searches seems to be mocking you as you hover your finger above it. Should you really do it? What if he found someone new and his profile is filled with couple pictures? Or what if he feels nothing and is glad to be alone? What if, what if, what if…

"Fuck it" you hiss and tap on his username, his profile popping up after a brief second of loading the page.

He… hasn't posted anything for a few months, his last post being from October last year.

Oh for fucks sake… is this a good sign or not? It could mean he's been seeing someone new, but it could also mean he's just been living his life like usual.

So many possibilities, yet no resolution seems to be in sight.

"This is so annoying, oh my gooood" You groan and smack your head into your pillow, laying sprawled out like a star with an annoyed pout on your face.

"It's been a god damn year," You grumble, "why do I still feel like this?"

The sound of your fist hitting the mattress of your bed is dull, not the way you wanted it to sound. "I hate this, UGHH" The frustration in your voice is for sure loud and clear, accentuated well by the 'ugh'.

This whole situation is stressing you out. "I need a shower.." You mumble, absent-minded, as you fling the covers back and swing your legs over the edge of your bed.

—

Despite the gloomy weather, you decided to take a walk outside. The rain still hasn't let up, droplets of it occasionally hitting your face.

"Why is it so cold today? It's already spring…" You mumble quietly to yourself, eyes strictly trained on the path in front of your feet and head held low.

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't see the person headed your way.

And apparently, the person doesn't seem to notice you as well. So your shoulders collide and you stumble, umbrella falling out of your hand and fast quick steps to regain your balance.

"I'm so sorry! Are you al-" The man rushes to apologize, but his words get stuck in his throat as he takes in who he just, quite literally, stumbled into.

Rain has hit you mercilessly, soaking you from head to toe within seconds as you stand there, paralyzed. "Baek…Baekhyun?"

His eyes are wide and mouth slightly open in shock as he doesn't know what to say or do.

He hasn't seen or talked to you in at least nine or ten months for sure. What is he even supposed to say? "Yeah… it's- it's surely been a while" he dumbly answers. "Ah! Your umbrella!" Baekhyun rushes to pick it up and hold it over your figure.

But the damage is already done.

You're shivering, dripping with water but still you've a tiny smile on your lips at the sight of him.

You delicately take hold of the handle, fingers gently enclosing around the man's hand.

He doesn't move to let go, just standing there and staring into your eyes. "I-"

You cut him off by mistake with a sneeze, the cold creeping in deep. It feels like your bones might freeze, grasp around both Baekhyun's hand and the handle of your umbrella tightening, muscles contracting to desperately stay warm. "S-Sorry for interrupting you" You say, teeth clattering and eyes averting.

"No no don't worry about it!" He insists, "but we should get you home, your hand is cold as ice, Y/N"

"Ah… you're right" You nod and he flashes you a warm smile.

"Do you still live in the same apartment or did you move?" Baekhyun asks, back to being concerned about your wellbeing now.

"I- I still live in the same place" You reply, your free hand holding onto your jacket for warmth, but in vain.

"That's too far away, my place is way closer" He objects and gently pulls you along, "come on, let's get you freshened up before you really get sick"

You only manage an awkward nod and let him lead you along, a surprisingly pleasant silence engulfing you two.

—

Baekhyun unlocks the door to his apartment and firstly puts both of your umbrellas away, taking off his wet shoes in the process and you follow along.

"Come on, I'll show you the bathroom" He says and you tag after him.

He opens the door, turns on the light and quickly pulls out two towels for you. "You can just use my shampoo, I don't have anything suitable here for you, sor-"

"Thank you" you break his rambling. "You wouldn't need to do this, so thank you"

Baekhyun smiles softly, although his eyes tell a different story. "I'll bring you some clothes in a bit, okay?"

"Mhm" you nod and give him a curt bow before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

You waste no time in stepping out of your soaked clothes and into the shower.

You set the water to a nice warm temperature and rinse off the cold first, feeling relieved.

Then there's a knock. "Hey Y/N, I'm putting some clothes on top of the washing machine for you now" he announces before opening the door, doing as he said and then leaving just as quickly as he came.

"Still the considerate guy he always was…" You mumble with a sad smile, old memories coming back to haunt your mind with sweet images of the two of you. Him always knocking before he'd enter a room you would be in to announce himself.

You loved that about him, he was always mindful of others and you're happy to see it hasn't changed at all.

—

You finished quickly and put on the clothes he gave you. Some boxers and a way too big on you, black shirt. You dried your hair as best as you could with the towel he gave you and made sure you don't look like a lion by patting down your hair a bit.

"Baekhyun?" You timidly call out after opening the door a bit.

"Yeah?" He replies and you hear his footsteps approach. "What is it?"

"Uhm- Where to put my wet clothes?" You ask.

"Oh- Hold on, I'll put them in the washing machine" He says with big eyes and opens the machine for you to put them in. "I'll dry them after they're washed so you can change back, alright?"

You nod quickly and thank him quietly. He opens the machine and you put your clothes inside, him doing the rest.

"So, uh-"

"Do you want some water?" He quickly asks, ears flaring red as he avoids your eyes.

"Sure" you squeak back and follow him into the kitchen. He gets a glass out of a cupboard and fills it with water before handing it to you.

You nip at the liquid as Baekhyun leans against the countertop adjacent to you, eyes taking in your figure.

He missed seeing you in his clothes, you always looked so good in them. He just missed you in general.

The reason why the two of you broke up a year ago?

Baekhyun remembers it all too well.

It was a work related thing actually. The two of you worked in different shifts and barely saw each other, yet alone had time for any couple stuff.

Free days? Spent alone or arguing about never seeing each other.

And at one point you had said to just break up. In that moment Baekhyun felt like he was hit by lightning, body stiff and eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he heard. Baekhyun felt anxiety cursing through his veins as his brain processed your words.

You had told him that you wouldn't hate him, but that your situation at that time just didn't allow any dating. The two of you never had hard feelings about the outcome, but it was hard to suddenly go back to being alone.

And now you're here, in his apartment, wearing his clothes and smelling just like him. He can't believe this is happening.

"Uhm, so" You speak up after setting the glass down on the other counter behind you. Your hands come up to grab the surface besides your waist and you avoid the man's eyes.

"Yes?" Baekhyun can't help the hopeful hint in his voice as he urges you to continue your thoughts.

"How has life been for you?"

A chuckle escaped his lips at your question, shoulders jumping up and down in the process before he answered. "It's been rather boring but nice, if you get what I mean? I found a different job and work from home now"

You nod quietly, "I've also found a new job and my shifts are less hectic"

"Have you… found someone new?"

You halt at his inquiry, gears in your mind temporarily stopping and he seems to take the lacking answer the wrong way. A frown pulls at his normally friendly and soft expression, making him look grumpy and bothered. "I see"

"No, no! I- I haven't found anyone!" You quickly say, "I just… I couldn't move on"

His expression changes to a sad smile, although he's kind of glad you're still somehow his. "Me neither"

You scoff lightly, a cheeky smirk suddenly on your face. "No wonder, nobody could put up with your annoying ass anyway"

"Hey!" He exclaims in shock.

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" You insist, holding your stomach and laughing. "You're bearable most of the time"

"That doesn't make it any better!" Baekhyun whines and you laugh out loud, hand flying up to cover your mouth.

"Still the cocky little girl you've always been" He fires back and you snort.

"Like you're one to talk" You roll your eyes at him and he exhales through his nose.

His hands grab you by the collar of his shirt you're wearing and unexpectedly pull you into him. You squeal, hands shooting up to brace against his broad chest and you look up to be met by his cocky smile. "You never knew when to stop, no change at all there" he playfully nags.

"Shut up" You weakly fight back.

Baekhyun chuckles and you feel the rumble drumming against the palms of your hands. "How come you haven't moved on?"

You lower your head, hands fumbling with his shirt. "Well… I came to the conclusion that just nobody could replace you. Nobody could love me like you did…" You mumble against his chest and Baekhyun feels a smile creeping up on his face.

"I felt the same" He whispers back and his arms move to pull you into him more by your waist.

After hearing that, you look back up at him with big eyes. "Really?"

He nods and flashes you a bright smile. "Even though we fought a lot and barely had time for each other, I never stopped loving you"

"Shut up" You almost whimper and move your hands to pull him closer by the back of his neck, lips meeting in the middle.

Baekhyun's eyes almost fell out of their sockets before he came to his senses.

One of his hands found its place on the back of your head as he moved his lips against yours with fervor. He greedily breathes you in, not wanting this to end as moves his mouth against yours.

You shiver when his tongue meets yours and that's when you draw the line… for now.

He chases after you for a second and you chuckle, dazed eyes meeting yours. "Slow down tiger" you say and peck the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, okay" He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, "will you let me love you again?"

"You bet"

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papercupids · 3 years

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stargazing - park jisung.

pairing -> park jisung x reader

genre -> friends to lovers!au, fluff

summary -> jisung makes a confession;

warnings -> none

word count -> around 300 words

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“i don’t know,” you reply, jisung holds his breath, hoping you would add something to your reply.

but after a few seconds pass and your eyes are still focused on watch the stars in front of you, he’s a little nervous, desperate to get the answer, but nervous.

“what do you mean you don’t know?” he tries keeping his voice low, but his tone is accusatory to your amusement.

“i don’t know if i like you,” you grin at him, your body turnt to him and face resting in support of your elbows.

you’re here on a starry, moonless night, out for stargazing and in jisung’s defence, chenle said that this setting was perfect for a confession.

and for once, he was right.

but what jisung didn’t expect was to be confused this way.

he gets flustered easily; that’s one of the things you love about jisung, the redness in his cheeks spreads as you continue to stare at him.

“wait you say that then look at me and smile at me liked that —“

“i thoughts it was obvious,” you answer nonchalantly, laying on your back again.

“what?”

“that i like you, dummy,”

jisung freezes, he keeps staring at you. he doesn’t say it, but you can hear it clearly, “are you serious? please be serious? what is even going on?”

“i thought we were here for stargazing?” you hit him on the head as he looks up at a shooting star, he thought of making a wish, but he didn't need to, he had all he wanted right there with him.

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 3 years

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A Deal With The Devil;; BBH

Word Count;; 6.1k

Genre;; Mafia AU, Smut

Pairing;; Baekhyun x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

There is a man following you. No matter where you turn, he's quick to follow. Evening is fast turning to night and the streets are getting colder, they're getting darker. Fear forces your hand, or rather your legs, and you soon find yourself lost deep in a concrete, merciless jungle. It isn't until you come across café de l'univers that a shimmer of hope flickers within. Not all that glitters is gold, however, and the men you seek protection from are far from knights in shining armour.

Warnings;;

Explicit Content and Colourful Language!! Smut (vaginal fingering) and Mafia-themed Violence (mention of a gun, some mild physical violence). Past Mental Abuse and Manipulation by the Reader's mother. Mommy AND Daddy Issues!! Reader is a bit weak / timid.

Request;;

hi! i love your writing. i was wondering if you do a mafia Beakhyun smut au. thank you!

Notes;;

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAEKHYUN! Return to us safely <3 This fic was written for TheBBHDay Event hosted by @supermwritersnet! Check out their network for the full masterlist~

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There is a man following you.

You shouldn't have noticed him. He is taking extreme precautions to stay out of sight, after all. The care he puts into avoiding your line of sight borders professional. He's doing everything right - and yet you still noticed him.

While unsure if he knows this fact yet or not, you know it's only a matter of time before he realises. Lacking a believable poker face, you're a mess. It's a struggle just to keep your eyes off him. Every few seconds, you risk assessing him through the reflection of a shop window. Only a fool would keep looking but not knowing just how close he's trailing you has your stomach churning.

Ducking around a corner, you debate dipping into the shadows of a nearby alley. It'll provide decent cover, sure, but that cover works in both ways. If he catches up to you in a secluded alley, you would be done for. No one will notice you cower and no one will care if you scream.

With this in mind, you pass the open-ended divets in the street and continue heading in a straight line. The footpath is crowded. It always is. No matter the time of day, the streets are bustling. Evenings, however, are the worst. People swarm and squirm in desperation. Whether this desperation is to escape home or to escape into the bottom of a bottle, nobody wants to stay out in the bitter cold for long and you're no different.

Someone curses at you and it isn't until you glance down that you realise you've collided with them. He's an angry little businessman around forty years of age with a pot belly and bad knees that wobble as he stands. You can tell by his cheap suit and tattered briefcase that he's far from successful. The crass language he directs at you doesn't aid his case.

It's while pointing an accusatory finger in your direction that his briefcase lock snaps and paperwork dumps free of the faux leather knockoff. White sheets rise in the wind, floating just above his combover before taking flight. Courtesy of a sudden gust rolling off the sides of a speeding moving truck, the papers zoom in every direction. Some even enter the alley you had passed, dancing and somersaulting as if on two feet until they're lost to darkness.

"What have you done, you dumb tart!" The man bellows and the sheer reverberation has you wincing. Had he been any closer and your eardrums may have burst.

Though the man is loud and wide (with how his arms flail all around in an attempt to collect his papers all while steadily losing his breath, he looks almost like a tomato), the crowd doesn't stop. They weave and some avoid standing on the once-white papers but most people don't even look down.

In a city this big, no one ever stops.

Except… the man following you has.

Just about five feet back he waits for you to start moving again. With his back against a streetlight, he watches your little mishap with a smirk. Cigarette smoke whirls around him. He is a patient man, unlike the seething, little man in front of you. You can't help but stare. He offers you a nod and you stumble backward.

Despite the harmless vibe he emits, you're not a fool. Many killers have been remembered for their façade of innocence, for baiting women with good looks and a sob story. Your mother, God rest her soul, would roll over in her grave had she heard you entertain the possibility of any goodwill in the mystery man.

"You cannot trust a man from the streets."

Your mother always had something to say about everything.

Ignoring the man panting on the ground with beadlets of sweat forming on his brow, you sidestep him. He calls after you and you can't help but quicken your pace when he tries to grab your wrist. It doesn't surprise you. People in the city are all a little crazy; it comes with the territory. Nightfall only exacerbates the issue.

Ahead is a crosswalk. The light is turning and there are very few pedestrians left on the road, most having crossed already. Cars idle at each set of lights. Their headlights gleam in hungry anticipation.

Behind you is an oncoming swarm. Amongst those waiting for the light to once again favour them are the two men. One is boisterous and close to pulling his own hair out while the other is silent. They're both following you now and you can't help but wonder if their motives run parallel.

Without thinking much of the consequences, you run onto the zebra crossing. Despite the little green man having just turned red, the drivers go mad. There's the screech of brakes. A cacophony of horns scold you. A symphony of anger expands outward from the front lines and soon every car from this light to the next has something to say. Once inside a vehicle, the otherwise lifeless citizens of this nonstop city regain a single emotion: rage.

"You crazy bitch!"

"Get out the road, you damn broad!"

"Fucking moron!"

A bumper clips the back of your thigh halfway across the road. All those on the side closest to where you had come from have started driving once more, not bothering to wait until you're safely across. Deep down you hope it isn't true but on the surface you can't deny how callous the world is.

Once across, you glance back at the men. The plumper of the two flips you off, glee rampant in his squinting eyes upon realising the car had hit hard enough to cause a limp. He wipes at his cheese-like cheeks, petting himself down with a handkerchief and huffing in your direction one last time before turning on his heels and forgetting you just as quickly as he had come to know you.

The other man, however, doesn't move to leave. He watches you with a frown at the forefront of the crowd. Once again stumbling backwards, your mind scrambles to find the best course of action. In a matter of seconds the light will turn and he will be right back on your tail.

Whipping your head to and fro, your options are limited. There's some small stalls and businesses. None seem safer than being on the street. You are, however, injured and you won't be able to run on your sure-to-be-bruising thigh for long. If you can just manage to shake him, you can get home. Home is best. Home is where you need to be.

But what if you lead him home, to your safe place?

What if he finds you all alone in the dark with nowhere left to run?

Your breath hitches in your throat when your gaze returns to him. In a brief second, you see all you need to see. Brushing his black coat open and reaching into an inner pocket, he pulls out his phone. The phone and whatever call he's making isn't what strikes fear into your heart - it's the shining gleam of silver holstered on his hip.

A gun.

As if on autopilot, you bolt. Your body doesn't give you time to slow down or think. There isn't time to decide on a plan, not when the man could take a shot and use the heavy crowd to disappear like mist.

Pain wells deep in the flesh of your thigh, each step only serving to exacerbate the problem. Winds whips against your face and through your hair. There's a nip in the air and it lingers on your cheeks. The shadows around you elongate and reach for your silhouette. Nightfall is around the corner. You have to find a solution soon.

Nightlife in the city tends to be quite vicious and you're not equipped to handle those that come alive after dark. Thugs, criminals and assailants of all types prowl the streets once the sun goes down. Despite all the warnings your mother provided, you've fallen prey to one anyway.

"Men that play in the dark love to devour little girls like you."

A cold chill jolts down your spine and you tremble, fear building in the pit of your stomach as you look around. The crowds are thinning out, conglomerates of people filing into bars and restaurants in droves. Your breath comes in soft pants and your face is warm despite the rapid drop in temperature since you first started running.

This part of town is unfamiliar to you.

Weaving through a large group of blue-collar workers that stink of alcohol and smoke, you cut through an open-air business and come out onto another unfamiliar street.

It's getting dark. Dusty, dull street lights flicker on and off. There's a gnawing pain in your gut. You haven't eaten in hours. All you've done is run and now you can't get your bearings.

Dare you say you're lost?

To your right is a narrow road that summons a sense of déjà vú.

To your left is a bustling main road that's well-lit.

Despite the familiarity of the curved brick buildings lining the way, you're not willing to risk travelling the road to your right alone. Not at this time of night. Not in this city. The man is still a concern, but he isn't your only concern. Many predators prowl dark roads like that one. Watching. Waiting.

When you break free of the side streets and burst onto the main road, your heart sinks. This road, too, is a mystery. None of the establishments are ones you know. The ones closest to you are pitchblack inside with their shutters drawn. There's a clothing store and a bookstore across the street (both of which are also closed) with an emptying café between them.

café de l'univers.

You've never been to this part of town and yet you distinctly remember the name.

A customer exits the building with a to-go cup in tow. Their scarf blows in the wind, the red of the dyed cotton etches into the thickness of the night air and lingers long after they disappear. Upon their departure the café's main lights turn off just as the street light overhead goes dead, plunging you into darkness. A gust of wind brushes past you; it carries whispers of your name and the pattering of footsteps.

Dull, backup lights illuminate the café. Though it's difficult to make out the faces of the people still inside from this distance and with most of those remaining inside fading into the deep shadows of corners or exiting through a backdoor, you yearn for safety. There are at least five people inside, which is much greater than your measly self and the singular pursuer on your tail.

"I never understood why your father got involved with that place. Only a fool would go to them for help."

Perhaps you are a fool, or perhaps he had been as desperate as you are right now.

Jogging across the street once more without bothering to look for oncoming traffic, you're quick to wrap your hand around the cold door handle and give it a yank. The door, however, doesn't open.

It is locked.

Of course it is.

The café is closing for the night, after all, and you want to scream. Instead you cry and continue to yank on the door, the clanking of the metal lock mechanism doing naught to deter you.

There is movement inside. A figure is approaching from one of the booths near the back. He is tall and broad and the closer he gets, the further you shrink from his imposing frame. Once in front of the glass door, he gives you a once-over before unlocking it and wedging it open with his foot. He looks beyond you, back where you had come from.

"I'm sorry, but I nee-"

"Hurry up and get inside."

You don't hesitate to scramble through, entering beneath his arm that rests with lazy indifference against the door and hopping over his long leg and the Corthay-clad foot propping it open. Once inside you release a shaky exhale. You didn't realise you had been holding your breath.

The door closes behind you with a soft thud. A much harsher click follows after the man locks it. Though there isn't much light inside, there's no denying how beautiful the café is. Chrome beams, spotless glass features, and silver detailing form the majority of the room. Complementing the sleek design are blank, pristine white walls. The floor reflects your image back to you with a sparkling gleam just as a still, dark pond in the summer might.

Turning back to your rescuer mere inches behind you, you're unsure of yourself and of the situation now that your nerves are settling. You don't know what to say to break the silence. Your mind is a mess after the wreck of a day you've had and his emotionless glare isn't offering any help. "Aren't you… closed?"

"You didn't come for a coffee though, did you? You're scared of that man, aren't you? If not, get out."

There's an odd, almost proud smirk playing on his lips when he shuffles to the side, breaking the barrier that once shielded you from the ugly truth. The man is there. He is waiting for you right where you had been. When your eyes meet, your blood runs cold. Without thinking, you spring behind your saviour, reclaiming him as your shield.

It is within this moment you realise just how posh this whole café really is. This man is an employee and yet his suit jacket is like silk. What kind of barista wears a suit to work? Your fingers slide down the material when you peek around him again, taking note of your stalker's retreating form.

If he's the owner, the business must be booming to afford such fine material. Though it also wouldn't surprise you if they charged ten dollars for a single cup of coffee. It seems like the kind of place where you pay for the experience rather than the goods.

"Thank you. He has been following me since I left work."

He sighs and you wonder what his name is, who he is. "Come on, then. Get comfortable. I'll escort you home after I finish up here."

"What? No! We need the police! He has a gun! A gun!"

The man just snorts at you and points at a booth near the back, out of view from any window. When you continue to protest, he nudges you toward it. Between his strong push and the lack of grip your shoes have on the polished floor, you lose ground fast. Passing some tables here and there, he soon corrals you into the shadows that surround the back booths. His grip on your shoulder loosens and he gives you one last nudge, using the shallow of your back as his main point of contact.

Your knees tap into a soft cushion when you take a hesitant step forward into the booth you have been assigned. "Wait here. I'll be back soon. If you want a drink, you might be able to convince Jongin to make you one."

You perceive him nodding but by the time you look up, he's already walking away. Had the café been as empty as you originally thought it to be, it wouldn't have been a problem. There are, however, a lot more people in here than you are prepared for. Despite the late hour, there's at least ten men inside. Your stomach churns.

There isn't a single other female in sight.

All their suits look to cost more than a year's worth of your salary. Glints of light tease your peripheral vision whenever one of the men walk by. Without fail, they each have some form of jewelry gracing their skin. Diamonds.. They shine even in the dark, catching even the faintest of lights and illuminating the men in the glow of wealth.

After your second yawn and the very real threat of passing out from pure exhaustion, you search for the man named Jongin from the comfort of your seat. The one who let you in hasn't returned from the backroom and a few others that followed also haven't come back. Time is ticking and all you want is to return to the comfort of your home.

Three men lean against the pitch-black counter of the coffee bar while a man stands behind it, on the side a barista would usually serve drinks from. He is, however, leagues beyond any barista you've ever seen before. Though shorter than the ones loitering near him, he possesses a glare powerful enough to silence them, plunging the room into silence.

Every single one of them is beautiful.

Despite the uneasy vibe that floods your mind, all you can think is how effortlessly handsome each man is. Even without smiling or speaking, you're drawn to their presence. People like this only exist in the movies. They don't just happen to run a café in your city, and yet here you are, surrounded by the improbable.

The black seat cushions of your booth are like memory-foam beneath you. With each shuffle toward the edge, you fall a little deeper into them. Their softness is a trap you don't want to escape - you have half a mind to just give up on getting home tonight and embracing a peaceful slumber inside this expensive café cut straight from a fantasy.

"And just who do we have here?"

Your hand sinks further in the plump cushion when you glance back, chasing the sound of the melodious voice. To your right is the final, largest booth in the room. When you first sat down, you had thought it to be empty. While you hadn't been able to see into it through the partitions and dense curtain of shadows, you hadn't sensed anyone within. That had been enough for you to clear it as empty. What hubris. After having caught the man following you earlier, your ego seems to have inflated to the point of feeding a talent that simply doesn't exist.

"That pride of yours will be the death of you, girl."

"Cat got your tongue, little lady?"

Squinting into the deep, dark expanse that cloaks the final booth, you frown. He can see you but you cannot even find his outline. The disadvantage leaves an uneasy feeling in your gut. Whispering a quiet 'excuse me', you continue to slide out of your booth. It's quite the trek considering how large and soft the foam cushions are but soon you're free.

The group by the coffee bar had dispersed while you were distracted by the mystery man. Upon further inspection, the entire café is empty. Or rather it looks empty, since you cannot trust your own senses to provide an accurate reading. You take a step toward the bar. All the machines appear to be off and the faint aroma of coffee that once lingered in the air is all but gone.

"The meeting is almost done. Sit with me while you wait."

"I… wanted to ask Jongin for a drink," you say, once again turning toward the disembodied voice. This time, though, you're able to see him. He's left the comfort of his booth and is leaning against the edge of yours, head resting against the partition that once separated you both.

"Why Jongin? I can make you one, baby. Would you like that?" You nod, distrusting your own voice to respond after his casual flirting. "But you have to keep me company until Sehun comes back. Deal?"

"Sehun?"

"He didn't introduce himself?" The man chuckles before standing tall and brushing imaginary dirt off his suit jacket. "Sehun grabbed the door for you. He's a bleeding heart, that one. But more importantly, I'm Baekhyun. Pleased to meet you."

Baekhyun extends his hand and, after a quick glance around the room to assess your options, you give him a tentative shake. There's a glint of irritation in his eyes before his expression morphs into a smile. When you try to retract your hand, his grip tightens.

"What's your name, kitten, or do you only talk when it benefits you?" There's animosity in the words he spits and you want to flee, to escape. Instead your name spills forth from your lips in a whisper, fear tainting the word with a bitter aftertaste. While his features are soft and graceful, his eyes are sinister and cold. He stands before you like a statue cut from diamond, grand and invincible. "That wasn't hard, was it? I mean, I am hosting you in my establishment after hours. I think the least you can do is show me some common decency."

"I'm sorry," you mumble, trying to free your hand from his strong grasp.

"It's okay, baby. I'll let it pass this time, but next time I expect some respect, okay?" You nod, averting your gaze. A smile expands across his features. He releases your hand and it falls back to your side limp. Blood starts to circulate back down to your fingertips and it leaves your whole hand numb. You want nothing but to be angry, to slap this stranger until feeling returns to your dangling limb, even if that feeling is just from the sheer pain of lashing out against such an immovable force, but you freeze when your gaze locks with his.

"Now what would you like to drink?" He's warm now, much warmer than the ice prince that had stood before you mere seconds ago. When he speaks, his voice is like a song you could fall in love to. "I can get you anything you like. Anything."

Once you recite your usual café order, refraining from testing the limits of his offer, he gestures toward his private booth and you don't waste time slipping inside, not wanting to see his personality flip again. It's much larger than the one you had just occupied. You cannot make out any details, not with how dark it is, but you can smell his cologne lingering the closer you scoot to the center of the circular lounge chair.

Along your short journey, you slip on the smooth edge of the cushion, sliding down under the table with an unceremonious plop. Heat floods your body and embarrassment overwhelms your already shaken mental state. Tears prick the edges of your eyes.

The table is large enough to hide you in your entirety as you sit sprawled beneath it. A chill settles in your lower half from extended contact with the cold tiles. Looking around, you see nothing except a sort of blurry, endless dark. While you hadn't broken down enough to bawl, the few drops welling in the corners are enough to provide a sort of out-of-focus filter.

No light sneaks in from the outside and you cannot tell which direction the small barrier that blocks the café's light is. If you could just nudge it a fraction, a slice of anything that isn't pure darkness would be enough to ease your nerves.

It's also much, much colder on the ground. So much so it's uncomfortable. You know you should crawl back into the seat and wait for Baekhyun to return. Until Sehun collects you, you're at his mercy and from what you've experienced thus far, he's strict. The kind of strict that reminds you of your late mother.

You want to hurl.

"Live on the streets like a dog if you prefer, you ungrateful bit-"

Pain thrums in the back of your skull after you slam your head against the underside of the table in an attempt to scramble out of the cold darkness. You don't want to stay here any longer. Whether here is just under the table or the café as a whole, you're not quite sure. All the same, you reach out into the dark to find the space between the table's edge and the seat, using the table to pull yourself free of the dark's embrace just as Baekhyun returns.

There's a click and then a small flame ignites between his fingers, the lighter in his hand gleaming as he picks up a candle from the center of the table. Once lit, the small candle casts a soft glow across the whole booth and you find yourself calming down. Both the cold and the dark flee from its flame but you lean toward it, enraptured by its beauty. It isn't until you feel the cushion beside you depress that you snap free of its entrancement.

"Here, your drink as promised."

He slides it in front of you and you thank him not once but thrice, unwilling to make the same mistake twice. Ice clinks inside the plastic cup as you lift it to your lips.

Cold.

It's cold but you can't stop yourself from chugging down half the cup at once. Both tired and parched, you relish in its refreshment as it pours down your sore throat. You've never tasted anything like it and you frown, pulling away from the aromatic drink.

"Extravagance comes at a price the likes of us would never understand."

Perhaps there are gold flakes inside, or the ingredients are imported from every corner of the Earth. All doubt is, however, washed away alongside a second, smaller gulp: this café doesn't run on aesthetics but rather merit. Extravagance like this comes at a price your paycheck can't justify.

It's when the cup meets your lips for the third time and the liquid truly quenches your thirst that you realise there's something off with it. Despite having just asked, you can't remember if you had requested it chilled or not, and yet there's a small splinter of ice crunching between your teeth as you chew on the thought. It seems close enough and it tastes delectable so you don't want to complain, even if it's not your usual order, but you're not sure how he could have messed it up.

It's not even the right flavour.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it," you blurt out, taking another gulp to empathise your point. He scrutinises you and you feel small under the intensity of his stare.

"Interesting. Now, why were you under the table?"

"I… slipped."

"Oh? I thought it was your idea of a thank you," he teases, glancing down at his crotch. Your eyes widen and you shift backward. He grins, shaking his head with a click of the tongue. "I'm just messing with you. Now tell me about the man that was following you."

Baekhyun is like a magnet. You can't help but be attracted to him. The more your story progresses, the stronger his gravity becomes. All the space you created from your prior retreat is long gone by the time you wrap up your tale. As if possessed, you trap his wandering hand on your thigh but not to stop it from travelling any higher. Rather you hold it so he cannot leave, so the warmth of his palm remains on your skin at all times.

"Does this sort of thing happen a lot around here?" you ask. Caught in his pull, you lean in close enough to taste strawberry bubblegum on his breath. His lips brush against yours as his hand squeezes your thigh, rotating inward and resting cozy between the clenched muscles. You pretend to fight against his touch but you've long been lost to his spell.

"Women being kidnapped? Oh yes, it happens quite often."

"Shouldn't I contact the police?"

Your voice is a meek whisper in comparison to his firm, commanding speech. Baekhyun's tone never falters and his eyes never waver. Needing to break free of his hold, you down the remainder of your drink. It goes down easy and you're grateful of his skills as a barista, though you're starting to doubt that it's what he actually does for a living. Claim as he might that he runs the establishment, it doesn't explain why all the 'baristas' carry such a dangerous aura.

It doesn't explain why he exudes danger.

"Why waste your time on them, baby girl? Those types of guys have the police in their pocket."

"Then what should I do?"

"If you need protection then you've come to the right place."

Tilting your chin back toward him, he caresses your cheek with his thumb. Heat blossoms under his touch. There's something swirling in his chocolate eyes but you can't pinpoint it, not when his plush lips meet yours in a deep kiss. His lips are much softer than yours - he didn't spend the evening fleeing a man throughout the windy city, after all. He also moves with a lot more experience than you do and you're quick to become malleable like putty in his hands.

Dominating the kiss, he holds you firm in place with his vice-like hold on your jaw while his other hand snakes higher up your thigh until he brushes against your clit and you whimper. Your pulse thunders in your ears. It's been awhile since you've been touched in such a way and you can't think straight, all logic and reason abandoned in favour of desire.

"Whore."

His tongue chases yours and you're once again aware of how he tastes like strawberry bubblegum. Something as innocent as candy shouldn't leave you in a daze and yet you're intoxicated. Vaguely you realise your right hand is holding your drink still so you discard it with a little too much force and the empty cup rolls off the table into the darkness lurking just beneath the surface. With your left, you comb your fingers through his silky hair. As with everything about him, it's just as soft as it is exquisite.

When he breaks the kiss, you gulp down stale, warm air. There's no ventilation in the booth, at least to your knowledge. Perhaps during regular hours, but not now, not after dark. It reminds you that you shouldn't be here.

A gasp breaks free from your agape mouth when his hand slips into your panties, bypassing your skirt altogether, and you feel him smirk against your skin as he presses chaste kisses on your overheating cheeks. He toys with your clit, rubbing faint circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. Electricity jolts down your spine and you tremble, melting under the pleasure.

"Relax. You're in good hands," he coos, grasping the base of your skull. Guiding you back to him, he devours you again. He's hungrier now, more forceful in his assertion of dominance.

You give him full control.

"Whore!"

With his thumb still working some kind of magic on your clit and his tongue luring you back into a drunk-like daze, he takes the opportunity to slip a finger into your pussy. It shouldn't have been so easy - it's never this easy when you do it on your own - and yet you're soaking him, practically dripping in his palm as he cups your cunt. Another finger slides into your pulsing heat and you moan. He swallows the sound.

The angle is uncomfortable for him, at least you assume it is, with how his wrist is bent and all. You can't be sure, but you don't want him to be in pain, not when you're in pleasure. Breaking free once more of his addictive taste, you fall backwards onto the plush cushions. Too deep in the feeling, you don't take notice of how close your head was to colliding with the table until you open your eyes and the table is mere inches above you.

Baekhyun chides you for it, commenting on how you're much too pretty to mar and how he doesn't want you knocking out early, but you ignore him, indulging in how warm his body is now that he's hovering above you. His elbow rests near your ear while he continues to finger-fuck you, a third finger providing a stretch that leaves you quivering beneath him.

"Tell me, baby, do you want it?"

"I do, I want it."

"You want my help, princess? You need me, don't you?"

"But-" you stammer, your climax fast approaching as he pumps into your soaked cunt faster, harder, "-but at what cost?"

Your heart palpitates when he says your father's name. It should have destroyed the atmosphere, should've killed your libido, but instead you tumble headfirst toward your orgasm. He doesn't slow down, not even when your cunt is sucking him in on waves of pleasure. Riding your high, he circles your clit dutifully until the sensitivity has you whimpering incoherent babbling beneath him.

"WHORE!"

"You dirty, stupid whore! Trollops like you are why your father left!"

When your senses return to you and your mind clears itself of your post-orgasmic fog, you had half-expected Baekhyun to have started fucking you. But he isn't; he's watching. You can't hold his gaze, not when he looks like the cat who ate the canary. Shame wells in the pit of your stomach and you try to sit upright, try to escape his overbearing presence, but the cage that is his body doesn't budge. He just drinks in your every expression.

"Well that answers that."

"What?"

"You're so easy to read. It's cute, really. I just loved the way your tight, little pussy came all over my fingers at the mention of his name." Lifting his fingers to his mouth one by one, he tastes you, licking each digit clean before running his tongue along his lips. "Talk about daddy issues."

"How did you know-"

"I never forget the face of a man who owes me a debt. And you? You look just like him. It's uncanny. Much prettier, though. I prefer you already," he drawls, flashing you a wink.

"I shouldn't have come here."

"No, you really shouldn't have."

Your heartbeat escalates. Dizziness latches onto you as your mind spins, the overload of information too much to handle after the day you've had. All you want to do is sleep and forget the whole ordeal but it just won't end, you just can't escape the misfortune piling onto your already-full plate.

He doesn't move to stop you when you stand and sidle away from him. It's a circular booth, you remember this despite the dark trying to trick you, and he can't block both sides.

Bumping the exact spot where the car clipped you hours prior against the soft cushions, you wince. Your legs shake beneath you, wobbly both from your orgasm courtesy of a total stranger and from the dull ache building in the back of your thigh.

Upon reaching the edge of the table, you practically throw yourself free of him and the shame the thought of him brings. You slam the partition open and exit the booth with an exaggerated gulp, anxiety clawing at your lungs and restricting your breath.

Light burns your eyes and you take a moment to adjust. There are figures nearby, at least ten of them. By the time your vision clears, you've counted them each several times over. There's eleven. Twelve, if you count Baekhyun. There are twelve men surrounding you in this lavish, over-the-top café after hours.

If not for the suffocating knot constricting your airway, you would've screamed.

"Don't worry, princess." You jerk forward when Baekhyun's breath fans across your neck. He chuckles, ghosting his fingers along your arms. "If your daddy won't take care of you, I will."

"I'm not some whore and I don't belong to you or him!" You shout as you swivel to face him, slapping one of his hands away in the process.

Discontent to stop there, you raise your arm to strike again.

There's shuffling behind you, near the coffee bar. Before you even have time to turn, pain erupts deep in your shoulder and your face starts to sting. The sound of Baekhyun's hand colliding with your cheek resonates off every wall, including that of the man now standing behind you.

Glancing over the shoulder that isn't being yanked taut by an iron-grip, you see Sehun. He has the very arm you had primed for an assault on Baekhyun's cocky face pinned against your back. Indifference oozes from his passive eyes. This time, however, it frightens you.

Tears pour forth and you cannot control your sobs, not after having kept them under foot the entire evening.

"Don't bruise her. She's under my protection." Baekhyun's touch is feather light as he wipes away some of the wetness on your cheeks. When he leans in, you fight the urge to bolt. He whispers into the shell of your ear and it tickles, provoking a tremor so fierce your knees buckle under you.

"And all it's going to cost you is his life for yours. Now that's what I call a deal, princess."

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Summer '78

Pairing | bully!Jeno x chubby!Reader

Warning(s) | bullying, harsh words, cussing, sexual assault, name calling, fat shaming, poor shaming, face slapping, angst, hurtful comments, yelling, the Dreamies are not nice people (I know I did Jaemin wrong, I'm sorry)

Synopsis | Jeno was a bully, and you were his primary victim. Nothing should have changed, but Jeno began getting tired of bullying the girl he was in love with simply because she didn't conform to societies beauty standards. So she was chubby? So what?! His friends didn't see it that was.

Genre | ANGST, retro-flashback

Author’s Notes | So I wrote this a while back for an event of NCTA, which was basically writing a retro fic. This fic is very different than the fics I usually write. For one, it is told in Jeno's perspective rather than the readers. For two, this is a "chubby fic." Meaning the reader is seen in the fic as having a larger body weight, which, may I add here, is not a problem, nor should it ever be. If you are being bullied for anything, please don't let it go unreported. Report it as many times as you have to because bullying is not ok, whether it's done at school, at home, or anywhere else. Also, there is a possibility that there will be a part two, I have had some people (before posting it here) request a part two but I'm on the fence about that, but perhaps a part two will show some change and growth on Jeno's part. So we'll see. Tell me your opinions though! I hope you enjoy~

Word Count | 3.5k

Taglist | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon @nschitty

A group of six boys sat around a table talking and laughing until a loud crash resounded through the snack shack that brought their attention to a waitress on the floor, yellow heels scattered behind her, empty tray in her hands and spilled drinks everywhere as well as on a girl by the table the waitress had fallen at.

“Clutz,” one of the boys, Jeno, mumbled, shaking his head.

“Fatass,” Jeno’s best friend, Jaemin responded.

The other four muttered something along the lines of agreement as they watched the waitress cowering on the floor with a bright red face as the girl now covered in cola shrieked about her ruined clothing and hair.

Jaemin got up from his seat angrily.

“What the hell are you doing to my girlfriend!” he yelled, approaching the pair.

“Jaeminnie! She poured soda all over me!” the girl pouted, running into Jaemins arms.

Jeno rolled his eyes.

Jeno shook his head. Out of all of the boys in their biker gang, Jaemin just had to be the most gullible, falling for the Queen Bee of the high school who used him for nothing more than his money and face.

“She ruined my shirt,” Jeno heard the girl whine.

Jaemin embraced her tighter.

“You’ll have to pay for her clothing, fatty!” Jaemin demanded.

The waitress was someone Jeno recognized. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). She had been one of his best friends when he was a shy ten year old trying to fit in. They both befriended Jaemin and the rest of their group and somewhere along the way, he’d gotten muscular and tall while she’d gotten chubby. With Jeno’s looks, he’d always been popular with girls, but when he became interested in them as more than friends, he’d dumped the girl in favor of girlfriends.

She was a bullied girl wearing outdated clothing that made adequate grades. A nobody. She didn’t fit into any groups. She drifted through high school being shoved against lockers while her books were thrown across the hallway and what little lunch money she had was stolen. More often than not, Jeno or one of the other guys was the perpetrator.

“I can’t…” (y/n) muttered, looking down at the floor.

Jaemin kicked the carrying tray away from her, making the girl flinch.

Something in Jeno’s heart snapped against his chest, but he’d never allow it to escape. He watched tears gather in the corner of the girl's eyes and Jeno fought the urge to pull her to his chest.

Feelings began to stir their first year in high school when he and (y/n) had been seated side-by-side in homeroom and he’d leaned over to tease her about her recent, awkwardly styled hair when he’d met the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.

The feelings made his stomach twist in knots and his body tingled. Feelings and sensations that only grew stronger when their skin brushed or when her angelic voice met his ears.

The feelings were what drove him to brash treatment. His hands shoving her shoulders against the lockers as he demanded for her money. Fingers harshly tugging at the ends of her hair. His voice yelling horrible things at her just to hear her speak back.

He couldn’t tell anyone how he was feeling either. Dating the chubby girl would cause him to lose whatever popularity he had obtained along with his pride and his gang. Their leader couldn’t be seen as the weak punk who decided to date the chubby girl from a poor family.

Jaemin sneered down at the blushing girl, taunting her loudly and Jeno watched her feeble attempt at hiding her face.

“Jaemin! Let’s go. Chubby over here isn’t worth our time,” Jeno called loudly, voice filled with authority that had Jaemin immediately moving away from the girl.

“Fine. But she owes us free meals for a week! Those clothes were expensive!” Jaemin whined.

He kissed his girlfriend's cheek and walked to the door to wait on the rest of the gang who were stuffing their last few fries in their mouths or finishing off their milkshakes.

“Let’s roll,” Jaemin called, a grin on his face.

Jeno shook his head at how fast the male changed perspectives. He grabbed his leather jacket off the back of his chair, sliding his arms into it and let it snap against his back.

The last few members finished their plates, leaving them on the table before grabbing their own jackets and following Jaemin out the door. Jeno took the end, stopping by the waitress on the floor.

“Maybe get some heels your fat feet can walk in, huh Dollface?” he sneered.

Her face flew red again and he rolled his eyes.

“And you should stop blushing. You look like a tomato. Vegetables aren’t attractive. Although it’s fitting. Tomatoes are plump.”

He walked out the door without another word, heart hammering painfully in his ears. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, but that was a problem. He couldn’t think chubby girls were beautiful. What would his friends think?

The loud purr of an engine met his ears and he sighed happily, most of his regret getting washed away, uprooted by the smell of motor oil and tires.

Jeno’s ride was a cherry red 1960 Harley-Davidson motorcycle with shiny silver wheels that didn’t match the rusted gas tank or muffler that Jeno was now saving to restore among other things. The black leather seat was slightly cracked from wear over the years and the breaks didn’t always work great. His headlight needed a new spark plug and the oil line leaked. Still, with all of these issues, he loved his bike. Each new issue gave him something to work on at night in his father's tiny little garage when all he wanted was grease on his chest and a wrench in his hand.

“Let’s go Jeno! I wanna ride!” Donghyuck moaned from his spot on his own bike, revving the engine with his right hand.

Jeno rolled his eyes at Donghyuck’s whining. Out of all of them, he was the one that loved traveling the most. They’d gone all the way up the coast the day they’d let Donghyuck lead them.

Jeno nodded and threw his leg over his bike, kicking the kick start lever and sighing happily as the bike roared to life beneath him. He pushed off his kickstand and allowed it to roll forward.

“Let’s go!” he called.

He rolled to the front of the group before revving the engine and turning onto the main road leaving the beachside snack shack behind.

When Jeno pulled into the driveway of his house, he parked his motorcycle beside his elder brother's black and gold Harley, letting the kickstand rest against the dirt driveway and dismounted..

He made his way into the house where his older brother, Jaehyun, was sitting alone in the living room flipping through channels.

Jeno’s heart hurt. All through the ride, he thought about (y/n) and the pained look in her eyes every time someone teased her. He knew it wasn’t right to bully her, especially for something as shallow as her weight or her clothes, but when the girls Jeno dated began mocking her, Jeno joined in, and pretty soon, she was alone. It hurt that Jeno could have stopped it. He could have kept her as a friend instead of ditching her, and now, here he was, hopelessly in love with the girl he bullied and too afraid to stand up to his friends out of fear that they would dump him.

“I have a problem,” he groaned, flopping down on the couch.

Jaehyun turned the small box television off and turned his attention to Jeno. Jeno rolled his head back on the plush green sofa and sighed.

“There’s this girl I like…” he started.

Jaehyun groaned in disinterest.

“So tell her. Not like you can’t get any girl. I heard you’re one of the kings of your class,” he replied.

Jeno whined. It was true. He could virtually have anyone he wanted, yet the one person he couldn’t have was the one he desired.

“I can’t. My friends wouldn’t approve and she’d never go for me… not after everything I’ve done,” he muttered hopelessly.

“Why do you care so much what your punk friends think? Do what you want, not what they want you to do.”

Jeno sighed. It wasn’t that easy and Jaehyun should know that.

“She’d never go out with me anyway and I can never tell her!” Jeno whined, hoping his brother would understand.

He was far too ashamed to come out and say exactly why she wouldn’t. “There’s girls that don’t like you?” Jaehyun asked, clearly shocked.

Jeno nodded sullenly.

“Just one…”

That seemed to make the links click in Jaehyun’s mind and Jeno wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“You don’t mean you like the poor girl you always bully, do you?”

So Jaehyun knew about that. No wonder his brother had grown distant since Jeno had started high school.

“Um… yes…” he mumbled.

Jaehyun shuffled around on the beige chair he was sitting on before one of his dirty socks was being chucked at Jeno’s head.

“Hey!” Jeno snapped.

“You don’t treat people like that! You and your friends are assholes! That poor girl won’t forgive you for what you’ve done to her!” Jaehyun yelled.

Jeno wanted to yell back, but he knew Jaehyun was right. He was an asshole.

“What do I do to get her to like me… I don’t know how to stop this mess…” he mumbled. Jaehyun groaned and grabbed the large remote, flipping the television back on.

“You make things right. Stop bullying the girl and apologize like you mean it. Even then, it may be too late,” Jaehyun answered before his attention was back into the heavy box television.

Jeno sighed. He knew his brother was right.

The next afternoon, Jeno pulled his motorcycle into the parking lot of the snack shack, parking alongside Jisungs rusting brown one he refused to let Jaemin or Jeno strip and repaint.

Jeno dismounted and walked into the shack. His friends were crowded around their usual table, talking loudly.

Jeno walked over to the table and slid into the booth beside Renjun.

“What’d I miss?” he asked.

Jaemin was cackling and fishing ice out of his soda glass.

“(y/n) is on our table today!” he smirked.

Jeno’s heart dropped. That meant they’d be extra cruel to her today and Jeno really couldn’t do anything to tell her or his friends how he felt. The universe must really hate him.

Jaemin got the ice out of his cola glass and held it in his palm, his faze shifting to where (y/n) was shuffling around in her red striped shirt and black pants, wearing those same yellow heels.

“What are you gonna-”

Jeno was cut off as Jaemin smirked and launched the ice cube across the table, getting enough air to fly across the room until it dived down into the low cut v-line of (y/n)’s striped shirt.

“Yes! 10 points!” Jaemin cheered loudly.

(y/n) squeaked at the sudden intrusion of ice, a sound that Jeno found oddly adorable, even if it wasn’t a good kind of squeak.

Her face flamed red and she hurried back to put her notepad down on the chef’s counter before moving back to their table.

“Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked, her voice having gone up an octave from embarrassment.

“I want a chocolate milkshake,” Renjun answered.

(y/n) jotted it down and moved to look at the rest.

“I want a burger that’s charred on one side, but not too charred. Don’t bring me burnt meat or I’ll make your fatass eat it,” Jaemin said.

Jeno sighed at his friend, shaking his head subtly.

“I want a burger with a dollop of ketchup and three pickles. Don’t you dare give me any more or less than three pickles,” Donghyuck ordered.

Jeno rolled his eyes. Donghyuck didn’t even like pickles.

She glanced at Jisung and Chenle, both who were contently sipping their cola’s and completely ignoring her existence, so, after scribbling down everyone else’s orders, she turned her eyes to Jeno.

“Coke with ten pieces of ice and a burger.”

(y/n) nodded, writing all of the information down and shuffled off to the counter again.

“Do we really have to be that mean to her? She looked like she was going to cry,” Renjun muttered.

Jaemin rolled his eyes.

Jeno nodded in agreement to Renjun. Her face was sullen and her eyes glistened with tears that hadn’t fallen. His heart sank at the thought that maybe something had happened at home or that their words had finally gotten to her. In all the time they’d been bullying her, she never once said anything much to them, and they’d never seen her cry.

“Do you think we should lay off her?” he suggested.

Donghyuck and Jaemin snorted at the same time.

“Why would we do that?” Donghyuck asked.

Jeno shook his head. His friends could be such assholes sometimes. They wouldn’t even stop for someone that seems to be almost crying, they just use it to play more games. More buttons to press.

“If you’re so worried, Jeno, go check on her,” Chenle challenged.

“Yeah, go check on her!” Jaemin cackled.

Jeno shook his head and sighed, getting out of the booth. He knew very well what they expected him to do, or at least, what they wanted him to do, but he didn’t know if he could take calling her names anymore. Not when it felt like his soul was screaming at him not to.

He didn’t have much of a choice as he made his way over to her, however. He couldn’t control what his friends wanted and what he was obligated to give.

He moved up behind her and while her back was turned, he brought his hand down hard on her butt as his friends cackled loudly from their table. Jeno’s ears burned in embarrassment and guilt. If his mother knew what he’d just done, she’d be dragging him out of the snack shack by his ear.

He didn’t really know what to expect from (y/n). What he didn’t expect however, was her body whirling around rapidly, her hand raising angrily, and the sharp stinging sensation across his cheek.

“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU, AND YET ALL YOU ARE YOUR ASSHOLE BUDDIES WANNA DO IS BULLY ME! WELL PISS OFF! I DON’T NEED THIS!” she screamed.

Jeno’s eyes widened. This was new…

“YOU ARE A BUNCH OF PUNKASS BOYS WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO, BUT I SWEAR THE NEXT TIME I HEAR A COMMENT ABOUT MY WEIGHT, CLOTHES, OR HAIR, OR ANYONE TOUCHEs ME, I WILL SHOVE MY FAT FOOT UP YOUR BUTTHOLE!” she screamed angrily.

The cackling from the table had stopped as the boys gaped at their waitress in shock.

“AND YOU IDIOTS CAN GET YOUR OWN DAMN BURGERS!”

The snack shack had gone deathly quiet. Jeno stood as still as a statue, face still stinging, but not quite as painful now. The outburst from this usually quiet and reserved girl shocked him to his very core, but it also made him feel worse. Sure, the ice throwing, name calling, and excessively stupid orders had added fuel to the fire, but it was Jeno’s action that had thrown her over the edge.

“I-I’m… sorry…” he stammered out.

“DON’T SAY SORRY TO ME AFTER THE HELL YOU’VE PUT ME THROUGH!” she screamed.

Jeno’s heart pounded in his chest and his eyes gazed at her fearfully.

“I think it’s time you go home, (y/n), calm down and come back tomorrow,” the owner of the snack shack said, walking out of his office.

(y/n) nodded and let out a sniffle. Jeno didn’t know when she’d started crying. She grabbed the bag the owner handed her before running out of the shack.

“And you, young man. You and your boys get out of my shack. You’re all banned for a week. Come back in here acting like that and you’ll be banned permanently,” he said, eyes fixed angrily on Jeno.

Jeno turned to look back at his gang and sighed, waving a hand for them all to follow.

After the incident, Jeno hadn’t felt much like going on a ride with the rest of the gang. They were all perfectly fine, cackling and talking about the outburst, but Jeno couldn’t stomach it. The way she’d screamed. How upset she’d looked. He was done being a bully. Now he just needed to figure out how to go from bully to courting her, if that were even possible.

He parked his bike beside Jaehyun’s again, happy to see his brother was home and not at the rusty body shop he worked at.

He ran into the house, taking the front steps two at a time, and when he was inside, he made his way to the room he shared with Jaehyun.

“I need to borrow your boombox!” he yelled at the male.

Jaehyun, clearly not expecting the sudden intrusion, jumped off the small bed, stuffing the adult rated magazine he’d been “reading” under his mattress. Jeno rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time to find ways to ruin Jaehyun’s relationship with his girlfriend or rat him out to their mother.

“I. need. Your. boom. Box!” he enunciated.

Jaehyun stared at him incredulously.

“Uh… Why?” he asked.

Jeno shook his head angrily and shoved past Jaehyun to siffle through his side of the room searching for the large, heavy, cassette playing boombox his brother had bought a month ago.

“I need it to fix my (y/n) situation!” Jeno explained as he searched.

Jaehyun groaned.

“Movies aren’t real! That won’t work!”

Jeno ignored him. The guy always showed up at the window of the girl he was hoping to impress and the girl always forgave him. It’d work. It had to.

Jeno grabbed the large boombox from beneath Jaehyun’s bed, groaning at the weight. He heard Jaehyun sigh.

“Good luck then.”

Jeno didn’t need it. This would work. It had to work.

The ride to (y/n)’s house had proven to be a bit difficult as he struggled to hold the boombox against him. The box was large and heavy, with a small cassette player at the top that already had his chosen tape resting inside it.

The trip over was one of many stops and repositionings in an attempt not to drop the box that could very well make everything alright. He could just imagine her grinning in glee and running down to meet him, forgiving him for everything he’d ever done to hurt her.

By the time he got to her house, dusk was falling. He had maybe ten minutes before darkness engulfed the sky. Ten minutes in which he’d be tasked with making everything better.

He moved around the side of the common two story house and found (y/n)’s window easily. She appeared to be dancing to the music playing from the vinyl record player he could almost see perched by the window. It brought a smile to his lips. She looked so happy and carefree.

He could watch her all night, but he was here for a reason. He had to apologize for everything he’d ever done and confess.

He found a rock likely from her driveway by her window in the grass and picked it up. It was only one so he had to make it count.

He pressed play on the cassette player portion of the boombox and ‘It’s sad to belong’ came flowing out melodically from the speakers.

”Met you on a springtime day,”

He threw the rock hard against her window, flinching as he heard the rock bounce off. He was surprised it hadn’t broken the window.

”You were mindin’ your life and I was mindin’ mine too. The window opened and Jeno’s heart hammered in his chest.

“(y/f/n) (y/l/n)! I am so in love with you it hurts. I am so sorry for everything I’ve ever done to hurt you! All the bullying. All the teasing. I’m so sorry. You’re not fat or ugly! You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! I just couldn’t show it! But I don’t care what my friends think! I love you! I want to be with you! I want to court you! Please forgive me!” he pleaded, not giving the girl a chance to say anything.

When he finished speaking, the song was nearing an end and his body was shaking. The girl looked almost close to tears again and Jeno grew hopeful that in any second, she’d run downstairs and jump into his arms.

“Yes it’s sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along.”

“You love me huh? Well you have a funny way of showing it,” she sneered.

The window slammed shut and the drapes were immediately dropped, leaving Jeno alone in the darkness of the evening, his hopes dashed across the grass.

He’d waited too long to apologize.

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