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haesunflower · 11 months

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jiwoong's girl friend (not girlfriend) | a friends with benefits story ft. matthew

genre: mentions of smut, suggestive, minors dni

pairing: jiwoong x female reader, matthew x female reader

about/tags: matthew is obsessed with jiwoong's girlfriend (not girlfriend) but can't do anything about it (1.9k+ words)

there's no explicit smut but it's mentioned that they fuck, cursing, suggestive, y/n is a tease, friends with benefits jiwoong, pervert/voyeur matthew, nsfw mentions

Matthew thinks that you’re the hottest person he’s ever met. But he couldn’t do anything because you were Jiwoong’s "not-girlfriend" girl friend. Thus, he tries to keep those thoughts to himself, given your relationship status with Jiwoong.

You visit Jiwoong at the dorms at least once a week. Although Jiwoong initially introduces you as one of his long time friends, the members have since disregarded that label. They all widely accept that you two were seeing each other, even without confirmation from Jiwoong himself.

You get along with the members quite well too. Last time, you brought fried chicken for the whole team, and handed Matthew a box of his favorite flavor. “I heard you like chicken Matthew. Try this one, it’s my favorite”. Your hands brushed as he took the box from you, and his heart skipped a beat a little.

It’s a little pathetic, really. Matthew can’t help it.

(REMINDER: MINORS DNI)

Matthew knows it’s rude to stare. But it’s getting difficult to adhere to the gentlemanly persona he has. You often cuddle up with Jiwoong on the couch as the younger members watch movies on the TV screen. He tries not to stare at your legs that are draped over Jiwoong’s lap. Other times, Matthew finds you casually sitting in Jiwoong’s desk chair, hair damp from the shower. He tries not to look at the wet spots that have formed on your shirt, especially not when it’s dangerously close to your chest.

And if that wasn’t enough, Matthew actually found a pair of panties (that he assumes to be yours) in the dryer, and contemplated on keeping it for himself. Ultimately, he handed it to Jiwoong before any of the younger members could see. To which Jiwoong replied with a “thanks man, she thought she lost this.”

Now that it’s summer, you come visit the dorms in shorter skirts and dresses. It’s getting a little hard not to keep admiring you – the way the straps adorn your dainty collarbones, how the fabric tightens at your waist complimenting your figure, and how your dress hem moves up slightly when the breeze from the air conditioning passes by.

It’s hard not to keep watching as you greet Jiwoong with a kiss, or as he lifts you up to carry you to his room. He should really look away at some point, but he can’t.

Again, he knows he’s being a little pathetic. Perhaps borderline perverted as his imagination runs wild on what occurs behind Jiwoong’s closed door. But he knows he doesn’t stand a chance anyway.

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You’re both panting heavily, and Jiwoong makes sure to press a little kiss on your shoulder before he lays flatly in the space next to you. With chests rising and falling, he extends his right arm out to you for access to lay on him. Like clockwork, he does this after every time you fuck.

Naturally, you accept the offer and make yourself cozy against him. It’s silent before you ask him “everything okay, Jiwoong? you’re awfully quiet...”

Jiwoong gives a low chuckle, mainly because he should be asking you that question instead. He went a little hard on you today. “Sorry for all the marks Y/N, didn’t mean to take it that far” he turns to you to examine the purple hickies he left littered all over your chest and neck. He makes a mental note to check your freezer for ice.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s hot –” you reassure, extending your fist out for him to dap you up like always. “– and besides, you know I could take so much more” you tease him as you look up through your eyelashes, and he nods with a smirk.

“ahh you minx. This is literally why I cannot get enough of you”. He repositions his body to face you, using his forearms to prop himself up. This way, he sees your face clearly. You engage in conversation like that, as he asks about what’s new with your work and for the gossip on all your mutual friends. Likewise, you ask him what's new with his schedule and members.

“Speaking of members, I think Matthew might have a small crush on you.”

You laugh.

“Just a small crush? have you seen the way he looks at me? he’s in love with me or something” you joke. And Jiwoong tilts his head to the side, impressed at your confidence – “so when you come visit me at the dorms dressed up all pretty, it’s partly for him, isn’t it?” he accuses, raising up an eyebrow.

You don’t know whether you should be apologizing or defending yourself so you settle with a “sorry? It’s fun teasing him?” Jiwoong laughs, a laugh that says “haha i knew it” before he actually says “go easy on him, tiger – he’s more sensitive than you think.”

You pretend to put on an annoyed face, and Jiwoong kisses your cheek before standing up to get dressed. “Can’t blame him though, your ass is great” he gives a playful pat on your buttcheeks before he’s out the door.

You make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up when you receive a text.

jiwoong📱: made an ice pack in the freezer for the marks lol sorry again

jiwoong📱: and thanks for the fuck, babe

y/n📱: same time tomorrow?

jiwoong📱: yeah i’ll be home by 9

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“Hey, Matt!”

It’s Matthew that opens the door for you at 8 pm. He’s the only one currently at the dorms, so he feels responsible to tell you that Jiwoong should be home soon.

“Oh yeah I know, I came a little early to come hang out with you” you say as you remove your shoes at the entryway. Matthew's throat runs dry and his face turns criminally red as he attempts to think of a response. Amused at his reaction, you approach him and place your hand against his burning forehead.

Fully knowing about his crush on you, you innocently ask “you okay Matt? you don’t look so good…” your face is so close to his, he can feel your breath. “Ah yeah, I’m fine” he clears his throat, as he removes your hand from his face. Matthew doesn’t know how he’ll survive the next hour with you.

“Good. because I want to watch a movie” you skip happily to the couch, patting the spot next to you for Matthew to come. When he settles on the couch, he’s a little uncomfortable – wary of your presence. You end up choosing some studio ghibli movie and Matthew gets a little giddy inside.

A few beer bottles later, you find yourself placing your legs on top of Matthew’s lap "for more warmth". Matthew figures that you must have done this out of habit, as he often finds you in this position with Jiwoong. His hands carefully rest atop your legs, he's trying not to feel weird about it. The movie plays, but the plot is the last thing on his mind right now. You watch him internally panic, so awfully stiff, which you actually find kind of cute.

When the movie finishes, you get a text from Jiwoong.

jiwoong📱: almost done, can you wait?

y/n 📱: yeah just here drinking with matthew

“Jiwoong’s gonna be a little late” you announce, removing your legs from his lap and placing them on the ground. Matthew looks a little disappointed at the loss of body contact.

Matthew hums in response before saying “well I guess it’s my turn to pick the next movie”. He quickly grabs the remote from your hands before you could protest. In fake offense, you say “is that any way you should be treating your guest, matthew?”

“guest? You practically live here y/n” he reminds you, shaking his head with a smile on his face. He turns to face the TV, scrolling through the different animated films. Jiwoong was taking too long, and you wanted to tease Matthew a little more.

“actually I don’t want to watch another movie, Matt” your arms are crossed. He turns around to face you “what do you wanna do instead?” he asks, innocently cocking an eyebrow at you.

You're feeling a little bold, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s the way Matthew was touching your leg earlier. “I don’t know…anything fun up your sleeve?” you leave light touches to his arm, snaking itself to reach his shoulder. Matthew’s frozen in place, unsure if he should read into it. You could just be joking, after all.

“uhhhhhh…” he’s stuttering as he tries to think of something, anything. You take satisfaction in his nervousness, and inch yourself closer to him. Hand still on his shoulder, you use it as support to straddle his lap. Your faces are awfully close to one another again, and a million emotions run through Matthew’s face. Lust, guilt, excitement.

You ghost your lips against his ear to whisper “is there something wrong matt? why are you always this nervous around me?” A devilish grin begins to bloom on your face, and it’s taking everything in him not to touch you, not to grab you by your chin and kiss you, not to take you right then and there.

He’s breathing heavily, and his knuckles are white from balling up his fists in an attempt for physical restraint – repeating to himself that he cannot touch you. Especially when your neck is covered in purple bruises, a reminder of Jiwoong's claim over you.

You both hear the passcode being entered as the front door unlocks.

“Is that you, babe?” you yell out.

When you hear the familiar “mmhh”, you decide to mount yourself off of Matthew to greet Jiwoong before he enters the living room. Though Matthew can’t see you anymore, he can definitely hear your conversation.

“Hi Y/N, did you wait long?” Jiwoong asks. “Not really, Matthew kept me company” you respond.

You and Jiwoong enter the room hand in hand, and he shoots Matthew a little nod as a greeting. As Jiwoong leads you into his room, you look back at Matthew to give him a little wink.

Jiwoong’s door closes, and Matthew groans because of his hard on, burying his face into the pillow in disbelief.

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Matthew is trying to focus at the gym, attempting to rid any thoughts of you. Heavy emphasis on trying. He can’t stop thinking about your interaction the night before. And he wonders if he should tell Jiwoong about it.

“Mind if I join you mattchu?” Jiwoong appears out of nowhere as he places his water bottle on the bench press next to him. He nods, albeit not looking him in the eye. He literally can’t. Not when his girlfriend was straddling his lap the night before, whispering seductively to his ear.

“Jiwoon hyung, about Y/N…” he begins.

Jiwoong chuckles as he picks up a weight from the rack. It’s about time he asks me about her, he thinks. He looks Matthew in the eye as he bicep curls the weight, “what about Y/N?” he responds.

“How long have you been together? Like exactly how long” Matthew doesn’t know what knowing the answer to this would achieve, it still doesn’t diminish the fact that he almost kissed you the night before.

“She’s not my girlfriend Matt” Jiwoong deadpans as he reracks the weight. Getting a heavier weight for his next set of reps. "I'm being serious, we're good friends but we're not together. Like really, really good friends.." Jiwoong makes sure to emphasize his words.

“Then why..” Matthew trails off. What he wanted to ask was “why are you always with her” or “why is she always at our dorms” or “why do you call each other babe”. The gears are actively turning in his head when he realizes he’s been looking at your relationship from a conservative point of view. Him, out of all people, conservative? He thinks Korea might have brainwashed him.

“Do you finally understand what I mean?” Jiwoong is chuckling at Matthew’s confused face as he sits down on the bench, towel hanging from behind his neck. “And for the record Matt, I have no problems with sharing” Jiwoong playfully slaps Matthew’s back, as if giving him permission.

Matthew does have a chance after all.

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PART 2

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wonbokkies · 1 year

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lipstick trend ! - zb1 makane line 💋✩ ˛˚.

pairing: maknae line x gn! reader

syn: their reactions before doing the trend!

warnings: fluff! mentions making out in ricky's (woops)

perm tl: open!

shen quanrui !

“are you serious.” was all you heard from the blonde haired boy, causing you to shrug. was he that much against the idea?

“what, i think it’s cute.” you chirped, a sweet grin etched on your face, ricky raising his eyebrows at your reply.

“why would you want to film a video when we could just make out?” he said, earning himself a glare and a light, harmless slap on the chest, with you watching the way his lips curled into a smirk in the mere corner of your eye. is this guy fr? yes.

“as if you don’t try to every chance you get,” you said, rolling your eyes yet smiling playfully afterwards. “isn’t that right my lovelicky?”

suddenly getting flustered at the nickname, that smirk of his disappeared in a flash, ricky’s ears giving away his reaction the moment they turned a deep shade of red and his defined cheekbones were coloured pink. poking his right cheek, you laughed when his face went blank.

“so, do you still wanna do it?” you questioned, standing up and getting ready to flee your spot, but your boyfriend was quick to pull you back down, tugging you right into his lap, your hands automatically flying to his shoulders, steadying itself.

“the tiktok or the makeout part?” he questioned, a smirk making its way back on his lips as he held your waist in place, tilting his face closer to yours.

“both.”

the tiktok was long forgotten after that.

«────── « ⋅ʚ💋ɞ⋅ » ──────»

kim gyuvin !

“gyuvin, stop!” you squeaked, fumbling and grabbing on your boyfriends forearms, while trying to jump and retrieve your lipstick tucked away in his large hands. after showing him the tiktok that magically made it’s way onto your for you page, you asked if you both could hop on the trend. he agreed right away- but under one condition.

to let him apply the lipstick on you.

“let me put it on you!” he insisted, hastily moving his hands out of your range, turning his back towards you, shielding himself.

“no! you’re gonna overline them and make me look funny!” you yelped, gyuvin trying to stifle a laugh. you continued to clutch, poke, and tug on him, but he didn’t budge, whining once he used his height to his advantage and lifted his hand above your smaller height, a teasing grin plastered on his lips.

“damn you for being so tall.” you mumbled under your breath, stretching your arms and jumping, attempting to reclaim your poor liptint, failing completely. gyuvin’s smile only widened as he held the bottle by the brim, tauntingly dangling it above your head, making you want to slap him.

“what was that?” he replied, leaning his face down to level with your height, while cupping his left ear and pretending to be unable to hear you.

using this chance of close proximity to your benefit, you abruptly placed a sweet, chaste kiss straight on his lips, the sudden move making gyuvin freeze in his tracks, eyes widening and mouth drooping open. the moment he unconsciously lowered his arm, you snatched the product out of his hand and scurried away while giggling, your boyfriend still in his frozen state.

finally snapping out of it, he shook his head, his dark locks bouncing through the motion, and he glared at you with his wide eyes. “yah!”

don’t worry, you soon both safely filmed the video, after he got back at you for tricking him. with a kiss of course.

«────── « ⋅ʚ💋ɞ⋅ » ──────»

park gunwook !

“how does this go again?” your boyfriend asked you for the nth time, his body sprawled against your queen-sized bed- which was obviously too small for him.

“unlock my phone baby. the video should still be open,” you replied from the corner of your room where your vanity was located. rummaging through the drawers, you have yet to find your favourite lip tint, the one that he likes so much.

gunwook whined, reluctantly reaching his arm towards the nightstand, retrieving your phone easily with his large hand. inputting the special day you two started dating into the keypad (yes, that was your password), he was met with the sight of a couple holding each others faces, all covered in bright red lipstick. but what shocked him the most was who was in the video.

“what the- junhyeon has a girlfriend?!” he exclaimed in surprise, face morphing into some sort of confused, yet disgusted expression. the video continued to play over and over again, and gunwook could only stare at it in shock, the overplayed sound clouding his ears.

after finally finding your desired liptint that was weirdly shoved away at the bottom of gunwook’s schoolbag, you ignored it and made your way over to your bed, watching the way your boyfriend threw random insults to your phone screen while scrolling through junhyeon's tiktok account.

“since when could he pull?” he asked, eyes still locked with your device, sitting up when he felt you take a seat next to him, the bed dipping due to the added weight.

“for a while baby.” you replied, unfazed at the competitiveness between gunwook and his best friend. you gently slipped your phone out of his hands, and turned it off, putting it beside you as you settled down in the space in front of him. suddenly, he pulled you closer, making you shriek in surprise. he grabbed the lip tint from your hands and kissed your cheek sweetly.

“our video is gonna be much better.”

«────── « ⋅ʚ💋ɞ⋅ » ──────»

han yujin !

yujin must be the shyest boy you’ve ever met, despite how tall he is. he could barely watch the full tiktok without wanting to turn away and cover his eyes.

but of course, he wasn’t gonna deny your request.

“so...you’re just gonna kiss me?” he asked warily as you nodded at him, the both of you seated on the floor against your bed.

“but more than once? all over my face?”

“yes silly.” you replied, playing with his dark hair gently, his larger frame leaning against your smaller one. he melted into your touch, heartbeat quickening each time you gently combed your fingers through his scalp. “it that okay with you?”

“yes, yes! yes, it’s very much okay..” he murmured, his peachy nose turning pink, making you want to kiss it.

“no need to be shy lovely. is the beige rose one okay?” you tilted your head so you could look up in his direction, loving the way his doe eyes sparkled, although they shifted away from your gaze.

“okay…” he replied softly, unconsciously fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket, causing you to smile at how endearing he was. finally bringing himself to look you in the eyes, he bit his lip. “can i atleast apply the lipstick on you before you kiss me?”

“of course you can sweetheart.” and you caressed his cheek, placing a delicate kiss on his nose, turning your peachy boy into an actual peach. an extra ripe one.

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gnwookieee · 10 months

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hi!!! i really like your blog, it’s so cute and you seem so sweet 🙁 would you maybe consider doing bf yujin headcanons? (only if you want to ofc!!!) i hope you’re having a good week ♡♡

: boyfriend yujin !

📁🖇️ : hi!!! i got two requests for bf!yujin so i was very excited to post this. thank you anons for your kind words, i rlly appreciate you! i hope this fits what you were hoping! hugs, rose 🫶🏻

📁🖇️ : there is a long a/n at the end of the post about why i do write for yujin and why i accept requests for him 🫶🏻

genre : fluff

pairing: bf!yujin x gn!reader (similar age)

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yujin had the most obvious crush on you but he had no idea what to do about it. he has never asked anyone on a date before, even though other people around his age had already started to be in relationships. because of being a trainee and now preparing for debut, it wasn’t the same for him

you have to show some interest in him for him to even consider confessing his feelings. make conversation with him, laugh at his jokes or compliment him. needs to feel like he has a chance and won’t make a fool of himself. you may even beat him to it and you confess that you like him first

bf!yujin asks his members for advice a lot when it comes to relationship advice. date ideas, first date appropriate behaviour, what to wear, meeting parents etc. he asks their advice and opinions on all of it because he is so scared of messing anything up

tends to ask jiwoong the most because to yujin he just seems like he knows what he is talking about the best. bonus that jiwoong doesn’t seem to tease him about his lack of knowledge like gyuvin and ricky do

could be a little awkward at first, a little stiff and only makes small talk. quickly he realises there is no need to feel uncomfortable. you both like each other. more relaxed and starts initiating physical touch, becomes sillier and his personality starts to show

bf!yujin becomes almost addicted to spending time with you, the new-ness of a first relationship leaves him always feels excited. plans to meet you every day off he gets which admittedly isn’t a lot but still

even not on days off he is constantly texting you every chance he gets, in the short breaks between group activities and rehearsals. has been scolded by his members a few times for being on his phone to you when he is supposed to be going over a new dance. they start to ban his phone from the studio

small obsession with talking about you every chance he gets. “y/n doesn’t like that flavour” “that is y/n’s favourite” “y/n mentioned…”. the members feel like they know before they even meet you because of how much yujin talks about you

you 100% have to initiate your first kiss, bf!yujin gets so flustered at trying to remember everything jiwoong advised him to do: where to put his hands and to make sure to ask your consent before. when your face is close to his, he kinda just freezes. let’s you softly peck his lips. he relaxes after that and probably asks if he can kiss you after

gets sooo pouty if you have to study when he has free time, tries to get you to leave your homework to go outside with him. tempts you with ice cream, movie tickets, that book that he knows you have been wanting to buy. but he sucks it up if studying is really important, he will go out and buy snacks for the both of you and make it a study date. for moral support he does some of the homework his company assign him

not a huge hug lover normally but you are the exception. his hands always gravitate to wrap around you as he rests his head on the top of your head or your shoulder. hugging anyone outside of his family feels super intimate for him, but he finds your hugs relaxing

very playful with his affection, you two kind of act like two best friends who are just a little bit more affectionate. you two go to arcades but his aim is still to beat you, it doesn’t matter that you two are dating. ruffles your hair and teases you a little just to annoy you but makes up for it by kissing you

📁🖇️ : a/n

hope everyone is doing okay!

just wanted to write a little bit letting everyone be aware of why i write for yujin bc i know a lot of blogs don’t for very good reasons.

first of all i would like to highlight that i have only recently turned 18 years old, therefore while i wouldn’t date someone yujin’s age, i am not too much older than him.

for works relating to yujin, they are written for younger readers who are appropriate for yujin’s age. works are made age appropriate, there is nothing more than small kisses described in his works and both his and the reader’s inexperience of relationships are mentioned. there is only fluff and wholesomeness here folks! im in no way encouraging the sexualisation of yujin as he is a minor and his age should be respected, this is the same for the other underage members of zb1. i have younger friends who are yujin’s age and I write his works with them in mind and what is appropriate for that age group.

sorry for my long note but i didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, tysm ! <3

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smwhererealistic · 3 months

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texts with gyuvin pls bc he deserves so much love :( ❤️

i love gyu so so much😓😓

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texts with gyuvin

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#zb1 #zb1 texts #zerobaseone #zero base one #zb1 gyuvin #gyuvin x reader #kim gyuvin #gyuvin #zerobaseone gyuvin

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nothanxxxxx · 1 year

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𓇼 𓂋 fight or flight ˚ .

◌ ໋ ｡ ⏳️ ✵ ¡

like or reblog if you use or save | don’t repost

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jangse0hye0n · 1 year

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Untie

Word count: 1428

Pairing: Shen Ricky x f!reader

Warnings: Suggestive content (not smut), (let me know if there are others)

Scenario: She is a stylist and things get heated when she had to style the over me team during the artist battle mission.

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You work as a stylist and make up artist for idols, and your latest work had been on the boys planet survival show. You've been styling the boys ever since their star level test days. On the day of the star level test, you were assigned to style the Yue Hua boys (both K and G groups), Jay and Kamden, and also Lee Yedam. Ever since then, you've been stuck styling the Yue Hua boys and you got pretty close to them since they were your age. You were pretty young to be a stylist, that's what everyone always says, but your make up and clothes never fail to impress the director of the show. Every shoot, there was always 2 Yue Hua boys on your list, especially now that there are less boys, you became one of the permanent stylist on the team. There was 1 that never missed to be on your list though, Shen Ricky.

Every shoot, every stage, his name was always on your list of the trainees you had to style. At first you just thought it was a coinsidence since you got to style the back door teams. Then you got to style Rush hour and Zoom, also when the boys planet's families over you got to style over me and switch. You and Ricky always had this tension, this tingly feeling, those butterflies in your stomach when ever his hands lingers over yours when you gave him his clothes, his eyes never leaving you when you fix his hair of and accessory on his stage outfit, the way his eyes lock with yours when your done applying his eye make up. Your face always heats up when you catch him staring at you while you fix the other trainees hair or applying their make up. His eyes always has this tint of jealousy in them, but you never wanted to overthink that possibly someone like Ricky could have a thing for you. He was always one of the shyer boys though, unlike Zhang Hao and Gyuvin who are laughing at everything and anything they see.

Zhang Hao is a very easy person to talk to, he was fun and he loved to teased the other boys with every little thing they do. He also liked to make jokes when your applying his make up and it causes you to have to re do some parts sometimes. Zhang Hao is an overall friendly person, and that's how he is every time he sees you. Today was no exception, you were tying the red and black piece of fabric each member is wearing in different places, Hao has it around his wrist and the sleeve of his shirt. Jay has it on his waist, Quan Jui has it on his arm and his wrists, Jeonghyeon too had one red and one black on his wrists. You were assigned to tie Zhang Hao, Jay, and Quan Jui. While you were tying the red fabric on his arm, you over heard your co stylist, Jihye giving Ricky his piece and saying to tie it on his thigh. Jihye is well aware of you and Ricky's little relationship even if it is nothing, and she did this on purpose to tease you. Your ears turned red while you were tying off the last piece on Quan Rui's wrist.

During their performance, the entire time you were watching backstage, and you couldn't keep your eyes off of Ricky. One piece on his waist, another on his thigh. "You should really thank me for his look today you know" Jihye whispered as she noticed how your mind is blank while staring at the screen of the boy's performance. Your head turned to face her, ears red, she had done it on purpose and now she was admitting it to you. Jihye had a very satisfied smirk on her face, "I can't believe you did that on purpose". Your team was called on by the camera directors because Switch team was about to go perform soon and they had to touch up their make up. You grabbed your brushes and a comb to fix their hair. While you were fixing Kamden's hair, the over me team came back stage since they were done with their performance. You made eye contact with Ricky, he had sweat dripping from his face and the other stylists rushed to give them towels and fans. Jihye nudged you, gave you a fan, towels, and tissues, she snatched the comb and hair spray out of your hands and pushed you towards Ricky.

You were flustered but quickly gathered back your composure to stay professional. when you finally faced Ricky, he was still kinda catching his breath and his eyes were filled with anticipation as he saw you. You grabbed his bottle and gave it to him with a fan. While you were using the towel to carefully wipe his sweat off, trying your best to not wipe off a lot of his make up. His eyes were filled with amusement as he looked at you focused on him, sure you were doing your job but you looked cute to him while you were doing it due to the height difference. Ricky's legs were spread a bit wide, so you could reach easier. after getting all the sweat off his face you gave him a new towel for the sweat on the back of his neck. You put a tissue on his forehead while touching up his face make up. You held his face to fix his lips, and his heart skipped a beat. You finished him of by applying some powder on his face. "All done, you can keep the fan until you have to go back" you took his water and walked away. "Uh y-y/n!" Ricky quickly thought of an excuse since he still wanted to spend some time with you. You stopped your movements and turned back to face him, "Yes?" you looked at Ricky as he was trying to say something. "Can you get me more water please?" he said in a sweet tone, you couldn't help but smile. "Yea sure, one sec" you put down your things and went to the pile of water bottles in the corner. You went back to Ricky and gave it to him, "thanks y/n" he smiled as he cracked open the bottle, you nodded and turned to Jihye as she called you to fix Jongwoo's hair. Ricky watched you as you walked off to Jongwoo. He heard his name being called by Hao and just like that he had to leave.

The long shoot had finally ended and the over me team went back into the dressing room to change their clothes. Jeonghyeon walked up to you asking for your help untying the fabric off his wrists. In the corner of your eye you could see Ricky sitting on the couch staring at you. He leaned comfortably on the couch, he saw you were done with Jeonghyeon and quickly called you over. "Can you also help me untie this one" pointing to the one on his thigh, "I think i tied it too tight earlier" he smiled while you stared at him blankly "please?" you sighed, you felt like he was teasing you on purpose. You crouched down beside his thigh and started untying the fabric. Ricky untied the one on his waist easily, and he looked down where you were, your hand busy untying the fabric, his eyes focused on you, just you. He didn't even notice Zhang Hao and Quan Jui looking at him with the most childish smile on their faces, already planning about teasing him later in the dorms. You finished and he thanked you, got up to change, and for some reason he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the back of the room. "Rick-" he looked around and saw that everyone in the room was busy with their own thing. That was his green light to pull you into the changing stall. "What are you doing Ricky i'm not supposed to be in-" he cut you off by putting his finger on your lips telling you to be quiet. You were still confused since Ricky just looked at you, his eyes went down to your lips and his leaned in closer, his lips beside your ear, "can I?" he whispered. You gave him a small nod and he looked at you, gently held your face by your shin with his free hand, and connected your lips.

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Wait & Wish

Kim Jiwoong x reader x Zhang Hao

warnings: unrequited love, partying, I think that’s it.

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The first day of senior year was both exciting and nerve-wracking. As I entered the classroom, my eyes caught sight of him – Zhang Hao. His mere presence seemed to illuminate the room, and my heart skipped a beat. I found an empty seat near the back, but my gaze lingered on him as he engaged in conversation with classmates, effortlessly blending into the vibrant tapestry of high school life.

Days turned into weeks, and my infatuation with Zhang Hao only deepened. He was not just a face in the crowd; he was a magnetic force that drew my attention like a moth to a flame. I admired him from afar, appreciating the way he treated everyone with kindness, his laughter echoing through the halls.

One day, summoning every ounce of courage, I decided it was time to break free from my silent admiration. After all, how could I ever know if there was a chance for something more if I didn't try? I approached him after class, my palms sweating with nervous anticipation.

"Hey, Hao, right?" I mustered a smile, hoping it didn't come off as awkward. "I'm (Y/n), we're in the same class."

His warm brown eyes met mine, and a friendly grin lit up his face. "Yeah, (Y/n)! I've seen you around. What's up?"

I stumbled through some small talk, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Hao, true to his nature, was easy to talk to. We discussed classes, hobbies, and before I knew it, we were laughing about something silly.

Days turned into weeks of this routine – shared conversations, stolen glances, and an ever-growing bond. Yet, despite our connection, I couldn't shake the uncertainty about his feelings. Sometimes, he'd look at me with a gaze that hinted at something more, while other times, his friendliness seemed to extend to everyone equally.

As our friendship blossomed, so did my feelings. I found myself yearning for more, caught in the delicate dance of teenage emotions. The question lingered in the air like an unspoken secret: Did Zhang Hao feel the same way, or was I merely another friend in his life?

Summer break felt like an eternity. I scrolled through my social media feed, catching glimpses of Hao's life through the snippets he shared online. As the days turned into weeks, I told myself that the infatuation I harbored for him would dissipate with time. After all, how could a crush survive the absence of its subject?

But as I walked through the school doors on the first day of the second year, my heart betrayed my rational thoughts. There he was, Zhang Hao, with that infectious smile that could light up the darkest room. It had been weeks since I'd seen him, yet the sight of him ignited a familiar flutter in my chest.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Hao's voice reached me, and I turned to find him approaching with that trademark friendliness. "How was your summer?"

"Oh, it was good," I stammered, attempting to sound casual while my heart raced. "Yours?"

He animatedly shared tales of his summer adventures, and I couldn't help but hang on to every word. The casual conversations continued, and we fell back into the rhythm of friendship as if the break had never happened.

Throughout the second year, Hao and I became inseparable. We shared inside jokes, studied together, and attended school events as a pair. It felt like a dream, and yet, my heart couldn't escape the reality that lurked beneath the surface. The more time we spent together, the deeper my feelings for him grew.

One day, as we sat in the library, surrounded by the hushed whispers of students engrossed in their studies, I mustered the courage to address the elephant in the room. "Hao, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, (Y/n)! Anything," he replied, his eyes sincere.

I hesitated, then blurted out, "Do you ever feel like... I don't know, there's something more between us?"

His brows furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in his expression. "What do you mean?"

I stumbled through my words, trying to convey the complexity of my emotions. "I mean, sometimes it feels like you might... like me more than just a friend, but then other times, I'm not so sure. Am I reading too much into things?"

Hao's eyes softened, and he sighed. "I never want to lead you on, (Y/n). You're an amazing friend, and I care about you a lot. But..."

"But?" I pressed, my heart pounding in my ears.

"It's just... relationships are complicated, you know? I value our friendship too much to risk losing it."

The words hung in the air, a bittersweet acknowledgment of unspoken feelings. As the school year progressed, our friendship endured, but the tension of unrequited emotions lingered, casting a shadow over the moments we shared.

The awkwardness between Hao and me dissipated with time, like a passing storm leaving behind a clear sky. We fell back into our friendly routine, laughter echoing through the hallways, shared jokes lightening up even the dullest classes. But beneath the surface, a silent struggle persisted.

I couldn't shake the dreams that lingered in the corners of my mind – dreams of a connection that went beyond friendship. The subtle touches and affectionate words from Hao fueled the flame of hope within me, a flame that refused to be extinguished. It was as if he were sending mixed signals deliberately, leaving me suspended in a state of perpetual uncertainty.

Weeks turned into months, and I found myself caught in the paradox of our relationship. Hao was my confidant, the person with whom I shared my hopes and fears, yet I couldn't escape the nagging feeling that I was merely a side character in his story. The warmth of his friendship contrasted with the chill of unspoken truths, creating a delicate balance that threatened to tip at any moment.

One evening, as we sat in his room, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights, I couldn't hold back the weight on my chest any longer. "Hao, can I talk to you about something?" I asked, my voice hesitant.

"Of course, (Y/n)." Hao's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of understanding in his gaze.

"I... I appreciate our friendship, I really do," I began, choosing my words carefully. "But sometimes, it feels like there's something unsaid between us. Am I just imagining things, or is there something more?"

Hao sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I knew this conversation would come eventually. Look, (Y/n), you mean a lot to me. I've never met anyone as special as you, but relationships... they complicate things. I don't want to risk losing you by taking that step."

The words hit me like a wave, crashing over my carefully constructed hopes. I nodded, my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. "I understand," I whispered, a forced smile on my lips.

From that moment, our friendship continued, but a subtle shift had occurred. I navigated the halls of high school, living in Hao's presence yet feeling like a spectator in his life, a character who yearned for a different role in the narrative. The lingering touches and loving words persisted, but their meaning remained elusive, leaving me trapped in a story that seemed to have no clear resolution.

The approaching graduation day hung in the air like a bittersweet melody. Hao and I were both headed to the same university, an exciting prospect that, at the same time, carried an unspoken weight. We had chosen different majors, branching into separate paths that mirrored the growing distance I felt between us.

As we navigated the final months of high school, I couldn't escape the realization that our connection was evolving, not in the direction I had hoped. Hao remained friendly and happy in my presence, yet there was an intangible shift, like the ebb and flow of tides gently pulling us apart. We were heading toward different horizons, and I couldn't ignore the sense that I was becoming a footnote in his story.

The nights became a canvas for my unspoken desires. Each dream painted with hues of his laughter and the warmth of moments we shared. Love songs transformed into a soundtrack that echoed the symphony of my unrequited feelings. I found myself wondering if he ever thought of me, if the thought of our friendship slipping away ever crossed his mind.

The dilemma weighed heavily on my heart – should I persist in preserving the fragments of our friendship, or should I accept the inevitability of becoming a distant memory in his past? It was a question that echoed in the silence of my thoughts, a question with no easy answer.

As we donned our graduation gowns and tossed our caps into the air, I stood at the crossroads of uncertainty. The future stretched before us like an unexplored landscape, and the prospect of clinging to the familiarity of our friendship warred with the ache of unfulfilled longing. The truth was, I wasn't sure if I could continue pretending that my feelings for Hao were just a fleeting chapter of my life.

The decision loomed, and as we hugged in a farewell embrace, the unspoken words lingered in the air. "Keep in touch, (Y/n)," he said, his smile genuine but tinged with the awareness that we were venturing into separate worlds.

As I watched him walk away, disappearing into the crowd of graduates, I grappled with the choice ahead. Should I hold onto the threads of our connection, even if they threatened to unravel, or should I allow myself to become a distant echo in the corridors of his past? The answers remained elusive, shrouded in the uncertainty of the future.

The summer breeze carried with it a sense of change, and as I packed my belongings, preparing to embark on the journey to university, the anticipation of a new chapter in my life consumed my thoughts. Surprisingly, amidst the chaos of preparation, Zhang Hao's name didn't cross my mind even once. It seemed the whirlwind of excitement and nerves had swept away the lingering echoes of unspoken feelings.

The first day at university brought a mix of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and the thrill of new beginnings. Amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, I found myself at the orientation, navigating the maze of information about classes, campus life, and dormitory rules. It was there that I met Jiwoong, a guy a year above me in the same major.

Jiwoong was a striking figure, almost god-like in his appearance. His handsome features were complemented by a warm and welcoming demeanor. He exuded confidence, and as we struck up a conversation, I couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between him and Zhang Hao. Jiwoong's humor was infectious, and in some inexplicable way, he reminded me of Hao, yet there was an undeniable difference.

As the days unfolded, Jiwoong became a reassuring presence in the whirlwind of new experiences. We attended classes together, explored the campus, and shared laughter that echoed through the hallways of the dormitory. It was a friendship that developed effortlessly, as if the universe had orchestrated our meeting to ease the transition into this new phase of life.

In Jiwoong, I found solace and companionship. He made the unfamiliar feel familiar, and his humor became a beacon of light in the occasionally overwhelming landscape of university life. Yet, in the quiet moments before sleep claimed my consciousness, Zhang Hao's face would sometimes flicker in my mind, a ghost of a memory that refused to fade entirely.

The duality of my emotions remained, the past and the present entwined as I navigated the intricacies of university life. Jiwoong was a breath of fresh air, a new chapter unfolding, but the shadow of unspoken feelings and the memories of Zhang Hao lingered like subtle echoes, reminders of a time that felt simultaneously distant and near.

Two months into university, Jiwoong extended an invitation that promised to add a spark of excitement to my freshman experience—an invitation to a party hosted by the upperclassmen. The exclusivity of the event, where freshmen could only attend if invited by someone from the second year or above, fueled my anticipation. I eagerly accepted, thrilled at the prospect of attending my first university party.

As the night of the party approached, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbled within me. What do you wear to a university party? I spent hours deliberating before settling on a cute yet slightly sexy top paired with my favorite pair of jeans. The outfit struck a balance between casual and stylish, and I hoped it conveyed the perfect mix of confidence and approachability.

The night finally arrived, and I stood before the mirror, assessing my appearance with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The top hugged my figure just right, and the jeans accentuated my curves. A hint of nervousness fluttered in my stomach, but I took a deep breath, reminding myself that this was an opportunity to step outside my comfort zone.

Jiwoong arrived in his car, and as I stepped out to join him, a rush of confidence washed over me. His eyes lingered on my outfit, and a genuine compliment escaped his lips, making my heart flutter. The night had an air of possibility, and the sound of laughter and music drifted through the air as we made our way to the party.

The venue buzzed with energy as we entered, the rhythmic beats of the music vibrating through the air. The dim lighting cast a playful ambiance, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and celebration. Jiwoong guided me through the crowd, introducing me to his friends and fellow students from different majors.

As the night unfolded, the initial nervousness melted away, replaced by the joy of newfound friendships and shared experiences. Jiwoong and I danced, laughed, and immersed ourselves in the vibrant tapestry of university life. The party marked a significant moment in my freshman year, a memorable chapter illuminated by the glow of laughter, music, and the camaraderie that blossomed under the neon lights.

As the music pulsed through the crowded room, Jiwoong and I found ourselves lost in the rhythm, dancing for hours as if time had slowed just for us. The world around us faded into a blur, and for a while, it felt like there was no one else in the room but him and me.

As the DJ transitioned into a more sensual song, the atmosphere shifted. The lights dimmed, casting a soft glow over the dance floor. Jiwoong, with a subtle yet confident move, placed his hand on my waist. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I met his gaze, finding a depth of emotion in his eyes that mirrored the unspoken connection we had been building.

In that intimate moment, the distance between us closed. Jiwoong leaned in, and the world around us seemed to vanish. The music became a mere backdrop to the soft, lingering touch of his lips against mine. Time stood still as the kiss unfolded, a gentle exploration of emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface.

The sensation was electrifying, a blend of passion and uncertainty that hung in the air. As the music played on, we pulled away, our eyes meeting in a shared acknowledgment of the uncharted territory we had just entered. The crowded room, the pulsating music, and the whirlwind of the party all faded into the background, leaving us in a suspended moment, caught between the reality of the party and the newfound awareness of something changing between us.

The magical kiss left my heart pounding, and as we broke away, I found myself gazing into Jiwoong's eyes. In that moment, I felt seen in a way I had never experienced before. Confidence surged through me, and the world seemed to sparkle with newfound happiness, especially when Jiwoong's smile hinted at a shared joy.

As he leaned in for another kiss, my anticipation mirrored his. I moved closer, eager to capture the enchantment of the moment. However, just as our lips were about to meet once more, a sudden wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes, which had been locked onto Jiwoong's, nervously wandered away and landed on a figure standing a few steps behind him.

My heart sank as I registered the familiar face – Zhang Hao. A jolt of panic surged through me, and I instinctively jerked away from Jiwoong. My body, overtaken by the unwelcome anxiety of the unexpected encounter, left me caught between the joy of the present and the shadows of the past.

Jiwoong, sensing the abrupt shift in my demeanor, gazed at me with a questioning expression. Confusion flickered in his eyes as he sought to understand the sudden change. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

My eyes flickered between Jiwoong and Zhang Hao, torn between the conflicting emotions that swirled within me. "I... I just saw someone I know," I stammered, attempting to mask the unease that gripped me.

Jiwoong turned to follow my gaze, his eyes narrowing as he noticed Hao standing a few steps away. The atmosphere shifted, and an unspoken tension settled between us. Jiwoong's gaze returned to mine, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. The weight of the unspoken past hung in the air, leaving me grappling with the unexpected collision of two worlds that, until that moment, had existed in separate realms of my life.

As Zhang Hao walked closer, his gaze locked onto mine, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions enveloped me. It had been months since we last saw each other, and there he stood, seemingly better than ever. His appearance was impeccable, as always, but the usual bright smile that adorned his lips was notably absent, replaced by an unfamiliar frown.

The air thickened with an unspoken tension as Hao stopped in front of me. His eyes, once warm and inviting, now carried a hint of hurt and confusion. "Hey, (Y/n)," he greeted, the words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

"Hi, Hao," I replied, my voice betraying the mixture of emotions that churned within me. The unexpected reunion intensified the unease that had settled over me since our eyes first met.

Jiwoong, sensing the weight of the situation, glanced between Hao and me. The atmosphere around us became charged with an unspoken history, a narrative that seemed to transcend time and space. As Hao continued to gaze at me, a thousand unspoken words lingered between us.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he finally spoke, his tone carrying a subtle undercurrent of emotion.

"Yeah, well, things change," I replied, attempting to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Hao's frown deepened, and for a moment, the silence hung in the air like a heavy cloud. The energy shifted, and I found myself caught between the past and the present, torn between the familiar warmth of our shared history and the uncertainty of the future. As the party continued around us, the reunion with Zhang Hao marked a pivotal moment, a collision of worlds that forced me to confront the complexities of emotions that lingered beneath the surface.

As Zhang Hao requested a private conversation, Jiwoong, sensing the tension, intervened with a cautious inquiry. "Are you sure about this, (Y/n)? Everything okay?" he asked, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to address the unresolved emotions with Hao and the potential impact on my budding connection with Jiwoong. "Yeah, I'll be okay. Let's meet up again in 15 minutes," I assured Jiwoong, sensing his reluctance but also his respect for my decision.

Reluctantly, Jiwoong agreed, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he disappeared back into the pulsating energy of the party. I followed Hao outside, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth and intensity of the party.

Once we were alone, the atmosphere thickened with unspoken emotions. Hao's gaze bore into mine, and with a tinge of anger, he demanded, "Who was that guy, (Y/n)?"

I took a deep breath, the weight of the past and the present converging in that moment. "His name is Jiwoong. We met here at university. He's a friend," I explained, choosing my words carefully.

Hao's expression shifted between frustration and confusion. "A friend? That didn't look like just friendship back there," he remarked, his voice tinged with an edge of bitterness.

"We're just friends," I insisted, feeling the need to defend the newfound connection with Jiwoong.

Hao's gaze softened, and a hint of hurt crossed his features. "I didn't expect to see you with someone else, especially like that," he admitted, his vulnerability breaking through the façade of anger.

The complexity of emotions hung in the air as we navigated the delicate dance of addressing the unspoken history between us. The reunion outside the party became a confrontation of feelings, a moment where the past and the present collided in a tangled web of unresolved emotions.

The anger surged through me, an intense wave that broke the surface of composed emotions. "Maybe I wouldn't be here with someone else if you had given us a chance, or done something, months, even years ago!" The words burst forth from my lips, carrying the weight of pent-up frustration and unspoken feelings.

Hao's eyes widened momentarily, as if taken aback by the force of my words. Then, a mix of emotions flickered across his face – surprise, guilt, and a touch of defensiveness. "What are you talking about, (Y/n)? We were friends," he responded, his tone tinged with a hint of confusion.

I took a step closer, my frustration refusing to be contained. "Friends? Is that all you ever wanted us to be, Hao?" I shot back, my voice sharp with the sting of disappointment. "You never made a move?, never showed any sign that you wanted more? Hao, you constantly kept leaning in, saying loving things, touches that seemed like more than something you would give to just a friend,"

Hao's brows furrowed, and a subtle tension hung in the air as we faced each other in the dimly lit space outside the party. "I... I didn't want to ruin our friendship," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the ground.

"Ruin our friendship? Do you know how much it hurt, watching you send me mixed signals, never knowing where I stood with you?" I continued, my frustration fueling the words that poured out. "I waited, Hao. I waited for a sign, for anything, but it never came."

He looked up, and the vulnerability in his eyes momentarily softened the edges of my anger. "I didn't realize you felt that way," he confessed, a touch of regret in his voice.

"Of course you didn't. Because the two times I asked you if we were more than friends, wasn't clear enough?" I retorted, the bitterness of unspoken words hanging heavily between us. "Now, seeing you upset because I'm with someone else – it's too little, too late."

Hao's expression hardened, a mix of frustration and realization. "So, what? You've moved on just like that?" he questioned, the hurt evident in his eyes.

"I had to," I replied, my voice quieter but no less resolute. "I can't keep waiting for something that might never happen."

The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of unspoken regrets, a poignant reminder of the complexities that had driven a wedge between us. As the argument lingered in the night air, the echoes of our words carried the unresolved emotions that had defined our relationship, leaving us standing in the shadows of what could have been.

The heaviness of the argument lingered, settling like an unwelcome weight on my shoulders. In the midst of the tension, I found a moment of clarity, and the words spilled out, each one laden with the pain of unspoken truths.

"I silently begged for you to love me," I admitted, my voice a fragile whisper in the night. "I wanted it so badly, Hao, yet I knew deep down that it could never happen. You made that clear. But I stayed, and I tried because I loved you, and you gave me hope, even though you hurt me each time."

Hao's eyes, a mix of regret and realization, met mine. The vulnerability that flickered in his gaze didn't erase the years of heartache, but it spoke to a shared history that neither of us could escape.

"Now that I'm finally happy, when I finally found someone who makes me smile and who likes me back, you suddenly want me?" I continued, my frustration and disbelief underscoring each word. "I can't keep living in the shadows of what could have been, Hao. I deserve to be happy, too."

He took a step forward, a plea in his eyes. "I didn't realize how much you meant to me until now," he confessed, his voice tinged with remorse.

I shook my head, tears threatening to spill. "You had your chance, Hao. I can't keep holding on to what might be. Jiwoong... he makes me happy. He sees me, he wants to be with me, and he doesn't keep me hanging in uncertainty. For once, I'm not living in the shadow of someone,"

Hao's expression shifted, a mixture of understanding and regret. "I messed up, (Y/n). I should have been more honest, more open about my feelings. But it's not too late, is it?"

I took a step back, the space between us filled with the weight of the past and the present. "It's too late for us, Hao. I can't go back to the pain and uncertainty. I've moved on, and I need to see where this new path takes me."

As I turned away, the echoes of our shared history lingered in the air, a poignant reminder of the choices that had shaped our journey. The tears that had been held back finally escaped, a mix of sorrow for what could have been and relief for the possibility of a new beginning.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I met Jiwoong's gaze. His eyes reflected concern, and then anger as he directed his attention toward Hao. Jiwoong wasted no time, sensing my vulnerability. Without a word, he removed his jacket and gently draped it over my shoulders, his protective gesture providing both warmth and comfort.

As the jacket enveloped my frame, I became acutely aware of the chill in the night air. The contrast between the cold reality of the situation and the warmth offered by Jiwoong's gesture highlighted the emotional tumult I was experiencing.

Hao, standing a few steps away, observed the exchange with a mix of regret and realization. The tension between the three of us lingered in the air, a tangible force that underscored the complexities of the moment.

Jiwoong, still wearing the anger on his face, spoke in a calm yet firm tone. "I think it's best if we go back inside," he suggested, his gaze never leaving Hao. With a protective arm around me, Jiwoong led the way, leaving the unresolved emotions of the confrontation behind us.

The jacket draped over my shoulders, a physical manifestation of Jiwoong's care, brought a soothing sense of reassurance. The warmth of the fabric, combined with Jiwoong's steady presence, provided a shield against the emotional storm that had unfolded outside.

As we returned to the party, the night continued, but the encounter with Hao lingered in the background. The jacket served as a tangible reminder of the protective embrace I had found in Jiwoong, and as we navigated through the pulsating music and laughter, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the newfound warmth that had entered my life.

Jiwoong led me into a quiet corner, concern etched across his face. "Do you want to talk about what happened out there?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.

I took a deep breath, the weight of the recent encounter with Zhang Hao lingering in the air. "Yeah, I think I should," I replied, appreciating Jiwoong's willingness to navigate the complexities of the moment.

As we found a secluded spot away from the pulsating rhythm of the party, Jiwoong's eyes met mine, awaiting an explanation. "Who is Zhang Hao?" he inquired gently.

I hesitated for a moment before deciding to open up. "He's someone from my past, Jiwoong. We were friends, but it was complicated. I had feelings for him, and it never really went anywhere. Tonight was unexpected, and I just needed to confront some unresolved emotions," I explained, my voice carrying the weight of the unspoken history.

Jiwoong listened attentively, his expression understanding. "I appreciate you sharing that with me. You don't have to face these things alone," he reassured, his hand reaching for mine.

As his fingers intertwined with mine, I felt a sense of comfort. The honesty between us became a bridge, connecting the past with the present. The quiet corner, once filled with uncertainty, transformed into a space where two people navigated the complexities of their histories, laying the foundation for a shared narrative yet to unfold.

In the quiet corner, as Jiwoong's understanding gaze held mine, he leaned in once more. His hand cradled my cheek, a gentle touch that felt like a reassurance in the midst of emotional echoes. Our lips met again in a soft, lingering kiss, a shared moment that spoke of comfort and connection.

I kissed him back, the warmth of the embrace dissipating the residual tension from the earlier encounter. In that simple exchange of affection, the unspoken promises of a new beginning emerged, overshadowing the shadows of the past. The quiet corner became a sanctuary where two hearts, entwined in the dance of shared emotions, found solace in the language of a kiss.

As our lips parted, a subtle blush painted my cheeks. Jiwoong, with a playful glint in his eyes, smiled at me. "Guess I needed that second kiss I didn't get earlier," he remarked, his tone light and teasing.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his playful comment, the tension from earlier dissipating further. Jiwoong's easygoing nature and sense of humor added a layer of comfort to the moment, turning what could have been an emotionally charged night into a shared experience filled with laughter and newfound connections.

Feeling a sense of vulnerability, I knew I needed clarity about where Jiwoong stood in this evolving connection. The fear of uncertainty, born from past experiences, gnawed at the edges of my emotions. Sensing my unease, Jiwoong looked into my eyes with a reassuring understanding.

"You're not alone in this, (Y/n)," he said, his voice carrying a genuine sincerity. "I don't want you to feel like you're in the dark about us."

Relief washed over me at his words, and before I could articulate my concerns, Jiwoong easily erased the lingering fear. With a soft smile, he took my hand in his and said, "How about we make this official? Will you be my girlfriend?"

His simple yet heartfelt question dissolved the lingering uncertainties, replacing them with a warmth that blossomed in my chest. I met his gaze, and with a smile of my own, I nodded. "Yes, Jiwoong. I would love that." The weight of the past began to lift, and in that moment, a new chapter unfolded, marked by shared laughter, understanding, and the promise of a connection that held the potential to rewrite the narrative of my heart.

Later in the night, as the party's lively atmosphere began to wind down, (Y/n) and Jiwoong, the new couple that had emerged from the emotional whirlwind, prepared to leave. Amidst the fading music and the soft glow of fairy lights, Zhang Hao found Jiwoong standing alone, a somber expression on his face.

Approaching with a heavy heart, Hao took a moment before speaking, "Take care of (Y/n), Jiwoong." His words carried a weight of unspoken regret and acceptance, acknowledging the changing dynamics of the night.

Jiwoong, unfazed by the gravity of the moment, responded with a smug confidence that echoed through the dimly lit space. "I already am."

The words hung in the air, a subtle yet impactful exchange that marked a shift in the narrative. It turned out that Zhang Hao was the side character in (Y/n)'s story, and not the other way around. The realization settled over Hao with a quiet poignancy, as he watched (Y/n) and Jiwoong make their way toward the exit, their intertwined fingers reflecting a newfound connection that had taken center stage in (Y/n)'s journey.

As the door closed behind them, Zhang Hao remained in the fading echoes of the party, a character whose significance had been redefined. The narrative had evolved, and in the quiet aftermath, he stood as a silhouette in the background, a part of (Y/n)'s past but no longer a defining chapter in her story.

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Arguement with Shen Ricky

Title: Arguement with Shen Ricky

Pairing: Shen Ricky X F!Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers

Warning: Mention of s*x, kissing, cussing. (This thing's really cringy, idk wtf I did...)

Synopsis: Ricky is your childhood friend, you've had a crush on him since you were little but he's just really oblivious, you know you've done and said things that'll give him the hint that you like him, but one day you accidentally barged in the guest's room in a party and saw him with a girl naked in bed.

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-HI!! it's been a while since I posted! But to those who will read this and the ones that have already read this, plsssss like and reblog! Thanks!-

NOTE: Unfortunately, I will not continue any of my series, and the ones that are pending in my drafts! Sorry!!!

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It was an ordinary day for Ricky, it was Sunday and he usually go for a walk at 6:30, but his usual isn't applicable at the moment since Y/n have already decided what they should do for the whole day.

"C'mon Ricky!" Ricky annoyingly scratches his ear as he heard the girl whine for the 9th time, and before she could complain any longer, he turned around and face her once again.

"I have a lot of things planned out. Y/n." Ricky said coldly as he shoots Y/n death glares, but the girl mind it not and just gave him an eye roll as she crosses her arms.

"C'mon, I say! I know you're just gonna stay the whole day in your room touching boobs and butts!" Ricky only pinched his nose in response.

"Haa... Y/n. That's what you think of me?" The girl in front nodded a solid yes and proceed to go past him and enter his house without his permission, well, it's not like he can stop her even if he says not to enter.

As Ricky follows Y/n inside, the girl flopped down on the couch grabbing the remote as if she own the place and Ricky could only stare at her coldly.

Y/n wears a white top and a pink crop blazer, white sunglasses on her head, a pair of white boots, and a skirt that's too short for Ricky's liking. But Ricky's sure he doesn't like Y/n romantically since their relationship has always been platonic ever since they were children.

"How come you have Disney+ and not Netflix?? How are you supposed to tell your girls 'Netflix and chill' if you don't have Netflix??" Y/n looks at Ricky disgustingly as the side of her lips goes up. Ricky then grabbed the remote abruptly throwing it to the side, then he grabbed Y/n quite harshly and made her stand up.

As they both glare at each other, Ricky can't help but to look at her tightly shut lips, while feeling something turn inside his stomach as he hears her fast breathing, but Y/n looks at him eyes widening, with her brows frowning looking at him as if she wanted to punch his face. Their position lasted for seconds only staring at each other while Ricky still tightly holds Y/n's wrists closer to his chest.

"Let go of me," Y/n told him off with shaky breath, it's as if she was holding her tears back. Ricky sighs letting her wrists down gently. He swear he didn't mean to be so harsh on her, it was just because of what she said, he doesn't like it, it was as if she was telling him his way of having fun are fucking every girl he sees, and he's not like that, but he knows it was because of last time that's why Y/n keeps on saying things.

Last month, Ricky was out at a party and he got badly drunk and ended up in the guest room, and because his luck was kinda bad that day, Y/n was looking for him and she opened the door when he was doing it with Y/n's classmate. He regretted it, and he was not on his mind that time, he didn't mean to scare his best friend. But Y/n kept telling him it was fine cause it's his life she has nothing to do with it, but he just know she was upset seeing him in that state.

"It was a month ago and I was drunk," Ricky said explaining once again.

"I don't care about that." Y/n crosses her arms again and avoided Ricky's solid look.

"Then why keep bringing it up?" Ricky's patience was thinning already and Y/n just gave him a mocking disgusted look.

"Who says it's about that? And I just know that that wasn't the last time and the first! Who knows how many girls on the campus you already fucked! Looking at you right now, you're really disgusting!" Y/n was half screaming, her face was already growing red and she can feel her face getting hot, her arms are on her side while her fists are hardened stone. She was expecting Ricky to slap her or scream at her back, but she heard a small laugh.

"Why are you laughing? Do you think I'm being funny right now!" Ricky can't believe it, how come asking to go shopping turn into this bad argument that started a month ago?

"Are you jealous?" He looks at her half-lidded, a small smirk plastered on his face as he looks at her down.

Y/n was shocked hearing that, it's as if her face was telling that she was nakedly exposed.

"What?" She responded quietly.

Ricky steps closer to her and she steps back the movement goes on repeat three times when Y/n hit the edge of the cushion falling on her butt. Ricky stares down at her, his smirk earlier was replaced by a sharp look, while Y/n stares up at him with widened eyes. Ricky finds her big doe eyes so cute, it heats him up. Now he can be honest, he doesn't find his feelings for his best friend platonically at all. Right now, he wants her for himself only.

"Y/n...do you like me?" He quietly said, putting his hands in his pocket.

"What?" She stayed with an empty mind for a moment, as if she couldn't process what Ricky had said. "Wha- what do you mean!" Y/n said with a half-nervous laugh. Ricky likes it when she's nervous like that, she's really cute, and since Y/n's always confident, mean, and spoiled, he likes this side of her.

Ricky crouches down looking up at her. "I said do you like me?" Ricky repeated.

"Why would I like you!" Y/n said that, but he can see the deep red on her ears and cheeks, so he just responded with a chuckle.

"Really? Then why do you sound so jealous mentioning the girls you assume I've fucked?" Y/n can only swallow in response, she doesn't have anything to say back.

"I--WHY ARE YOU EVEN ASKING ME THAT!? YOU'RE JUST SO DENSE YOU KNOW?! I--" She stopped for a second and suck a bunch of air and closed her eyes and open them again "I LIKED YOU SINCE GRADE SCHOOL, YOU'RE JUST SO DENSE AND WHEN I SEE YOU THROBBING YOUR ASS OFF WITH THAT GIRL I WAS REALLY HEARTBROKEN, AND NOW YOU'RE ASKING ME THAT? ARE YOU JUST OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Y/n didn't realize she was tearing up, and Ricky was surprised hearing that, to think he was the only one thinking this relationship was platonic is stupid of him.

Y/n huffs her breath waiting for his response but he just stared at her still surprised. But he advanced closer to her, holding her face while staring into her wide eyes, Ricky closes the gap between their lips, hers is so soft and fluffy, he can feel her face burn up, and seconds later, she finally relaxed and kissed him back, his kiss is so passionate, but that passion turns to something else when Ricky grabbed Y/n's waist closing the gap of their chest, his hands slowly goes downs when suddenly Yunjin opened the door and closing it again after seeing them for millisecond, and they were left laughing after, and Y/n's plan of shopping was fulfilled when Ricky decided that sometimes his usual is better when Y/n interrupts it.

(OMG!! my first fanfic that is not enha!)

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jiwoong's 'shared' friend? | a friends with benefits story ft. matthew

genre: smut, threesome, minors dni

pairing: jiwoong x female reader, matthew x female reader

about/tags: in which jiwoong and y/n invite matthew to play (2.2k+)

this is explicit smut, minors dni, begging, toys, spitting, orgasm denial, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', slight jealousy, fluff at the end

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The dorm is empty except for you and Jiwoong (and well, Matthew). Usually, you’d have your casual weekend fucks at your own apartment – away from all the members. But you’d insisted on spending your time in his place instead during the long weekend. Especially as most members chose to spend their break at their hometowns.

While Hanbin brought Hao, Gyuvin brought Ricky, leaving Matthew alone with Jiwoong. Jiwoong had also “made plans” to go home that weekend, inviting Matthew and convincing him with fun stories about his family. He honestly feels bad for lying to him.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

But how mad would Matthew be when you’re practically begging to be touched, your whines heard all the way from the other side of the dorm. And he’s benefitting from the sounds you emit, shamelessly jacking off in his room.

Jiwoong is making himself busy and actively not paying any attention to you. He’s left his bedroom door wide open, with you tied up to the bannister with flimsy ribbon. Truth be told, you can easily undo the knots of the restraints. But you don’t, you’re a good girl after all. However it’s becoming incredibly difficult to hold yourself together. The vibrator against your clit is driving you insane, and all you is to be fucked.

“Jiwoong, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Still, he pays you no mind. Instead, he’s stirring the cup of coffee he just made. He faces towards you, and with the door left open he sees you struggle not to cum. Your eyes are closed, and you’re biting your lip so hard he thinks you’ll bleed. Like the sadist he is, he doesn’t do anything. Casually sipping his coffee “like I said, babe. If you want to be touched, you’re going to have to ask Matthew.”

And at the sound of his name, the younger boy freezes. His movements on his shaft come to a stop, and out of fear, he pulls up his shorts quickly. Jiwoong turns to the other side of the kitchen where Matthew’s room is at. He knows that his door has been left slightly open with just enough room to peek at the situation in Jiwoong’s room. Said situation that almost drove Matthew to cum in his hands just a few seconds ago.

“Mattchu-ah, I know you’ve been watching it’s okay, you don’t need to hide.”

Matthew feels a mix of shame and arousal when he comes out of his room, unsure of what to do with himself. He’s never been in a threesome before. Jiwoong signals him to come closer, leaning against the counter as he lays down the ground rules.

“She’s requested you, and since you’re too scared to make a move – I decided to play middle man and get things started for the both of you.” Matthew is gobsmacked at Jiwoong’s revelation. I mean, he did say he was more than okay with sharing, but Matthew didn’t know he was being dead serious.

He pushes the coffee aside, “first, no kissing on the lips, she hates that. I usually let her decide whether she wants to. second, you’ll have to ask her where she wants to take you, if you’ll get to fuck her that way at all. And third, her safeword is daffodil. what are things you’re uncomfortable with?” Jiwoong asks nonchalantly.

Matthew blinks once, twice, thrice. Poor boy had difficulty processing all the information with his mind already clouded with horniness. He wasn’t sure if this is a decision he should be making at all.

“Matthew, if you want in, you’re gonna have to respond to me. Otherwise I’m more than happy to deal with y/n on my own.” Jiwoong gestures to where you are, and your moans bring him back to reality. Matthew glances at the door briefly – catching you in tears, vibrator in place, begging for him “Matt, please. It hurts…”

With a gulp, he looks Jiwoong in the eye “okay understood, daffodil I got it.” Then, Jiwoong leads Matthew into his room.

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Jiwoong shuts the door behind him, and sits down on the bed next to you. He mercifully turns off the vibrator, as he brushes your hair away from your tear stained face.

“Poor baby, I’m proud of you for holding off for so long”. You let out a pathetic whine at the sudden loss of vibration. But at least Jiwoong is here finally, touching you. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “Matthew’s here baby, he wants to help you.”

That was Matthew’s cue to come closer. You have no pride left as you try to claw at him, completely forgetting about your ribboned restraints. Matthew looks at Jiwoong for one last approval, and upon seeing him nod – gently undoes the knots around your wrists. When you're set free, he tentatively watches as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Touch me please, Matt" you whisper into his ear, as he eagerly removes his shirt and latches his lips to your neck. Matthew's brain is clouded, and all he can think about is how he finally gets to see and touch you like this – he thinks you're so beautiful, naked, and begging to be touched. Small whines escape your lips as he litters small purple kisses across your chest.

Jiwoong takes a backseat on the office chair across the bed and simply watches as Matthew explores your body.

“Matt, please. Please please please” is all you could let out. Your brain getting all fuzzy with how turned on you are – Matthew latching on to your breast and Jiwoong burning holes into your skin with his stare, slowly palming himself through his pants. Matthew's touches leaves you with goosebumps, and you let out a loud groan when he swirls his tongue on your nipple. You want him to take his tongue elsewhere.

“Waited so long to touch you, so I’ll take my time.” You didn’t know Matthew had it in him to be a little mean. You wonder where the shy boy had gone as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, commanding you to suck. Pliant, eager to please, and hoping to cum, you do as you’re told. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. Matthew’s eyes darken and he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva following it. You’re drooling and about to cry, and with that Matthew couldn’t resist anymore - he thinks you're so cute looking all desperate.

He remembers the time where you left him hard on the couch, the night when Jiwoong was running late. You had teased him with bold statements, straddling him and whispering dirty things to his ear. In an act of revenge he manhandles you, flipping you over and placing your body atop his in a second. You're so far gone that you don’t register the change in position until you feel Matthew’s hot tongue on your clit.

The first few licks, gentle. He’s testing how you’ll react. You’re whimpering like a puppy at this point, and chanting “please” like a broken record. He wastes no time in sucking harshly at your clit, gripping your thighs in place to prevent you from squirming or moving away. "Right there please, don't stop". Matthew wants to see you suffer the same way you did to him, and releases you from his grip ruining your impending orgasm. "ngh no, why?" you cry, gripping on to the headboard as support.

From across the room, Jiwoong chuckles "seems like Matthew's just getting his revenge from all your teasing last week baby". You look to Jiwoong, and hopes he can come save you. But he already knows what those eyes mean, and he's not going to give in so easily. "No baby. like I said if you want to be touched you'll have to convince Matthew."

You look at the younger boy and you feel small next to him. You swallow your pride, and beg one last time – "please sir, I'll do whatever you want. please just let me cum". Maybe it's the way you parted your swollen lips, quivering as you utter the word 'sir' that flicked a switch in Matthew. He's done trying to torture you, he wants you just as bad.

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll reward you" he says as he shoves two fingers inside you, thumb lapping at your clit. He finds that gummy spot inside you, and you shudder against his ministrations. You cum embarrassingly fast, and Matthew pinches at your clit mid-high, overstimulating you. You yelp, and fall limply on Matthew’s chest, shaking from the waves of your orgasm.

Matthew’s fingers are coated with your arousal, and he sits you up properly to check on your previously limp figure. As if Jiwoong read his mind, “Y/n can you take more or are you done for the night?” Your head snaps, and you take a look at Matthew’s flushed face, his eyes hooded and cheeks red. Your post-orgasm brain is starting to clear up, and you want to thank Matthew properly. "I can take more" you say, determined.

You look down and find Matthew’s tent in his shorts, instantly feeling bad that you’re the only person in the room who got to cum. Undoing his zipper, you let out his cock and he hisses at contact of cold air. You make brief eye contact with Jiwoong, and he’s surprised too. While Matthew isn’t longer in length, he’s definitely girthier than what you’re used to. “Sir you’ve been so nice to me, let me repay the favor.” You hold his cock in your hand, and it spasms - precum leaking out. You begin stroking him gently and he throws his head back in relief. “F-fuck, y/n” he hisses.

“Cmon baby, you’re the one that wanted Matthew in your bed, that’s the best you can do?” Jiwoong taunts. He’s right, you can do so much better. You didn’t plan on doing this, but you place yourself to straddle him – taking a glance at Jiwoong, as if asking permission that it would be okay. He nods gently to give you the validation that you need.

“Y/N are you sur-'' Matthew's sentence is cut short as you sink down on him. Biting your lips to prevent yourself from groaning in pain – you’ll need adjustment to his size. He holds your hips steady, knowing that you’ll need some time before you both move. With you on his lap, eyes closed and breathing out slow breaths, he knows you’re trying your best to adjust quicker. Matthew wants to kiss you for trying so hard to make him feel good, but he knows that’s your boundary.

Instead, he distracts the both of you by placing kisses on your neck, marking down to your breasts. He playfully and gently bites on your nipple, and that’s enough to bring you to reality. You start to bounce up and down his cock, moaning his name freely. His head is thrown back, though he has to remind himself to keep watching you –wanting to keep the image of you on his cock burned into his brain. Obscene squelches resonate throughout the room, your vision gets a little blurry as you lose sense of your surroundings. Matthew notices you slowing down, taking charge of the pace as he harshly thrusts into you as you sink down on him. You let out a loud moan, “Oh my god, do that again.”

Then, Matthew remembers he’s not the only other person in the room. “Jiwoon hyung, you’re not going to join?”. You're still desperately grinding on to Matthew, and he halts your hips in order to reposition the both of you in favor of his hyung. Now, you’re on all fours. Jiwoong walks over to where your head is, he lifts your chin up with his finger and looks you in the eye. He has an unreadable look on his face – stoic, unfeeling. He is a good actor after all. So you suggest something that you know cheers him up each time.

“Kiss me?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at Jiwoong. He leans down to your face, lips ghosting over yours before saying “only good girls get kisses”. Then, Jiwoong grabs your face by the jaw, forcing your mouth open. “You’ll take what daddy gives you” as he spits in your mouth. Immediately, you swallow.

“Thank you daddy” you beam as you make yourself useful. Jiwoong looks somewhat satisfied as you reach down his pants to free his cock. You spare all the teasing as you know he's not in the mood for it, and take him wholly by your mouth. Jiwoong fucks your mouth mercilessly, tip hitting the back of your throat several times. Meanwhile, Matthew is still thrusting into you from behind. It takes extreme focus to keep at your task with Jiwoong, you don't wanna disappoint daddy.

It's getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from gagging at Jiwoong's movements. After a particularly hard thrust from Matthew, you yelp, momentarily releasing Jiwoong from your mouth. “Faster Matthew, she can take it” Jiwoong commands. The younger obeys, and quickens his pace into you. Jiwoong forces your jaw open and inserts himself in your mouth once again. Your moans are muffled, sending vibrations to Jiwoong’s length.

Based on your expression, Jiwoong knows you’re close. “Baby, are you gonna cum?” he fucks into your throat, and you gag as a response. Still, you keep him in your mouth, head bobbing and cheeks hollowing out. As you make good work at Jiwoong’s length, Matthew lets out a deep groan. That’s when you notice Matthew stilling in his place, pulling out and painting your ass cheeks in white. “Shit. fuck.” he curses under his breath. Matthew’s body limps as he rests against the headboard.

With that, Jiwoong calls it off. “Aww, looks like play time’s over for both of you” Jiwoong states.

Jiwoong removes your hands and mouth from his length and pulls his boxers back up. “Wait, but you’re still hard, let me make you feel good daddy” you protest, but he’s stern when he looks at you. “I said, play time’s over, princess.”

Again, you can't read that tone and that stoic face he has plastered on. You’re mostly confused, especially with the sudden lack of physical touch from well, any one. Daddy always lets you cum at least twice, so you try to bargain “but I didn’t get to cum for a second time...” Jiwoong looks down at you smugly, “I said Matthew could help you, not me. And by the looks of it, he’s in no position to help”.

He’s right by the way, Matthew looks spent. You’re used to multiple rounds with Jiwoong, and Matthew’s endurance isn’t as high in that regard. Jiwoong throws Matthew his shirt and shorts, and tells him to clean himself up. Matthew mumbles something about having a great time, and he’s off to the shower.

You’re left naked on Jiwoong’s bed as he fetches a glass of water. He reenters the room, water and washcloth in hand, and silently takes one of his shirts to clothe you in it. He hasn’t said anything else since Matthew left the room, and you wonder if this was a good idea at all. You’ve never had a threesome with any of Jiwoong’s close friends, and you have a feeling that it bothered him more than he thought it would.

He’s wiping your thighs with a washcloth, when you take it from him. You look him in the eye when you ask “is something wrong, Jiwoong?”. He sighs loudly, comfortably taking a seat next to you. "Sorry I didn't let you cum" he looks really apologetic, ashamed even, with eyes glued to the floor. "It's okay, I still enjoyed it", reassuring that it's no big deal. In this moment, Jiwoong's feelings are more important.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" you gently ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him to look at you. Head down, as if physically paining him to admit “I think...I hated that, surprisingly I couldn’t stand seeing Mathew with you like that..didn't look like you needed me at all actually...” he trails off. He can’t seem to look you in the eye, so he places his head by the crook of your neck instead. You run your hands through his hair, “well thank you for thinking of me, but you didn’t need to push through with it if you weren’t comfortable with it, woong.”

“I know, I know. I just thought I wouldn’t be bothered by it. This was never an issue before.” Jiwoong responds, pertaining to your past escapades with other people. He removes his head from your neck and looks at you, then your lips. You give him time to say something, but he doesn’t.

“Let’s talk about it some other time, woong. I think we’re both tired.” He hums gently, agreeing with you. Again, he looks at your lips. With that, you lean forward and kiss him. You feel the tension in his shoulders and neck melt away at the kiss, and you open your mouth slightly for his tongue to enter. He pulls at your bottom lip, and you let out a small smile.

“For the record Jiwoong, you don’t have to ask permission anymore if you want to kiss me. Kiss me whenever, wherever.” He’s slightly surprised, and he’s hoping that his happiness doesn’t show too much as presses his lips against yours again – but you can literally feel his grin as he kisses you sweetly.

Jiwoong’s bedroom door is still open, and Matthew watches as you and Jiwoong kiss each other with smiles on your faces. He has a feeling that what happened just a few minutes ago would be the first and last time.

So, I guess Jiwoong does have a sharing problem after all.

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PART 1 HERE

A/N: special mention to rose who fed me a few ideas!! also YEAH maybe Jiwoong does like Y/N that way

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