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a/n: this is a little spinoff for bomticc seokmin. a lovely anon requested some expansion because they appreciated the asexual representation through his character, so i figured, why the hell not! i'm so glad that my work can validate people and make them feel safe. as always, enjoy! <3

content warning: brief mentions of sexual assault. it isn't detailed in any way but i want everyone to be aware of what they're about to read.

relationships: very brief seokmin x seungcheol; implied future seokmin x joshua

wc: ~1.9k

we cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.

-Randy Pausch, "The Last Lecture"

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Seokmin was sitting in a booth in Maroon Chai, swinging his legs and sipping a hazelnut latte. Every once in a while, Joshua – who was drying mugs behind the counter – would shoot him a “you’re still here alone?” glance overflowing with pity and something… deeper and not quite readable. Well, he could stuff his pity.

Seokmin rolled his eyes and glanced at his watch. 2:20 PM. He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. Seokmin sighed and made to leave, not missing Joshua’s pointed stare, when Seungcheol burst through the door with a jacket slung over his shoulder, looking like he had just run two miles to get there.

Joshua smiled tightly. “Hello, Seungcheol. I almost wasn’t expecting you.” He turned and began busying himself with what he knew Seungcheol usually ordered.

Seungcheol blinked before turning to Seokmin. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I was…” He paused, clearly trying to think of an excuse that would be more acceptable than whatever actually held him up, but then thought better of it and shook his head. “I’m just sorry. I don’t usually run late but sometimes things happen.”

“It’s alright,” Seokmin reassured him with a soft smile. Jeonghan and Seungkwan, ever the perfect enemies to besties trope, had set him and Seungcheol up for coffee. They had reassured him that with their track record, even if romance didn’t blossom between them, a friendship would sprout up like those flowering weeds that society groomed people into hating.

In Seokmin’s opinion, this outing was headed in the weedy direction. Seungcheol was nice, he had a good sense of humor, a warm smile, and balanced a baby face with the body of a linebacker in training better than most, despite having played baseball instead. But every time Seokmin would catch Joshua’s wandering eyes that the latter was clearly trying to disguise as routine managerial surveillance, the sinking feeling of doubt in his stomach would get slightly heavier.

“Apologies, but I don’t think we should see each other again like this,” Seokmin stated bluntly as he and Seungcheol grabbed their coats to leave the café.

Seungcheol paused, half of his arm through a sleeve. “Alright, I have to admit that I wasn’t exactly feeling sparks either.” He shrugged the rest of his jacket on and held the door open for Seokmin to walk through.

Seokmin smiled weakly. “Glad we’re on the same page, then. Have a good rest of your day, Seungcheol.” The two parted ways just outside, heading in opposite directions.

Seokmin sighed, hands buried deep in his pockets and face tucked tight into the collar of his outerwear. He couldn’t help but ponder the nature of the date. There was politeness in the air, but throughout the hour and a half the two spent together, they couldn’t penetrate the stiff energy that their conversations held. Is this how all of my dates are going to go? he wondered as he scurried home. His usual trademark bubbliness hadn’t surfaced at all in the coffee shop, which was incredibly rare.

Normally, Seokmin would snag a second date to truly test the waters. Kind of like how it’s often encouraged to try a second bite of food before deciding whether it’s truly despicable. But this time, Seokmin was too fed up to even bother. He didn’t feel a physical pull from his potential love interests the way his friends did. His pull relied on a feeling of safety and understanding, and it seemed that his receptors were burned out. He furrowed his brow as he climbed the stairs of his apartment building. Maybe he was more demiromantic than he thought? He did feel more romantic potential for himself around his single friends…

Seokmin shook his head with the hopes of clearing the thoughts from his mind. Now wasn’t the time for intense, abstract contemplation about the relative absurdity of his identity. Now was the time for curling up on the couch and rotting, preferably with a giant brownie sundae in hand and some trashy reality show or soap opera on the TV.

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Seokmin was home for the week. A rare occurrence, seeing as he would often disappear for days at a time without warning. His friends hated it, but they had his location, so really, it was their faults that they often didn’t know where he was. Being home, he saw no reason why he shouldn’t invite them all over.

So there they all were, scattered across his living room. Jeonghan was sprawled across the back of the couch like he owned it (he didn’t, but good luck trying to tell him that). Jihoon was practically horizontal in a recliner, eyes closed, apparently trying to block out his surroundings. Soonyoung was trying to scramble onto the chair with him but failing miserably, as he was surprisingly uncoordinated in any context other than the dance studio. Yn and Joshua were settled on the floor giggling to each other. There was a perfectly usable loveseat right there but clearly proximity was of the utmost importance.

Jun flounced into the room, iced tea in hand, and catapulted himself over the back of the couch to sit next to Seokmin. In doing so, he used Jeonghan’s ass as a launchpad, earning a startled yelp and an “I told you to stop doing that!” from the other. “Seok, buddy, pal, I know you don’t drink for whatever mysterious tree dweller reason, but would it kill you to have a six pack or two in your fridge for those of us who do when you plan a hangout?” He threw his arm around Seokmin’s shoulder and squeezed a little too tight, as was his style. “Or are you scared of getting I.D.��d by a twenty-year-old who doesn’t get paid enough to care whether your license is legit?”

Seokmin shrugged. “I guess I just didn’t think about it, I’m so used to not drinking by now that it barely occurs to me outside of a bar that other people actually choose to do it.” He side eyed the man whose arm was still boa constricting his upper body. “And if you can’t get through a get-together without something like that, then maybe you need to reconsider some things.”

Jun blinked, taken slightly aback by the bite in Seokmin’s words. “That’s not- I wasn’t- It was a joke.” He slowly retracted his arm, sharing a concerned look with Joshua across the room. “Are you okay, man?”

Seokmin sighed. “Yeah, I think so… I don’t know, actually, I’ve had boring date after boring date, I’ve been having some really nice thoughts and feelings about…” He oh-so-subtly glanced over at Joshua. “Somebody. And on top of that, I’ve also been having some flashbacks that tonally are pretty much the exact opposite of those feelings.”

That got Jihoon’s attention, at least somewhat. He peeked an eye open. “Flashbacks of what, exactly?”

Seokmin bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth. “So, we all know that I kind of fit the rose-colored glasses stereotype when it comes to romance, right?” After receiving nods from the rest of the room, he continued, “Well, mine aren’t so much glasses as rose-colored contacts. I have to all but gouge my eyes out in order to be realistic.”

Yn grimaced. “Yeah, contacts are a bitch.” They smirked. “I wear glasses mostly; I only wear contacts when Vernon and I-”

Joshua clapped a hand over their mouth. “I think he’s the last person that you want to be talking about that with, darling.”

Seokmin chuckled dryly. “That’s another thing. I’m ace, we get it, we’ve beaten that horse to death and desecrated its corpse.” Next to him, Jun winced at the visual. “But I’m constantly debating whether to lean into discussions and jokes about sex and risk being invalidated or to express disgust every time and be labeled a stereotype.” He groaned, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “You know that emoji of the person just standing that people use to express shock or indecision? That’s the most accurate comparison I can draw.”

Jeonghan gently moved Seokmin’s hands away from his eyes, giving them a light squeeze. “I’m sorry, bub, people need to understand that you’re still a whole person and won’t function like the cardboard cutout of your orientation.” He shifted to wrap his arms around Seokmin’s shoulders before continuing, “But you were talking about flashbacks a minute ago and I don’t want you to drift so far down the river that you can’t get back to shore, so do you want to continue with that?”

Seokmin nodded. “I used to drink pretty frequently in college. Almost every weekend I would go out, get drunk, and then stumble home.” He shifted uncomfortably on his cushion. “I was seeing this one person at that time, who technically knew I was asexual but I guess lacked enough of an understanding of the orientation?”

Jun rolled his eyes. “Annnnd, here we go. Yet another self righteous asshole who can’t rotate their eyeballs around to examine their own shortcomings.”

“That’s a pretty accurate description, actually,” Seokmin admitted. “Just, you know, add in the fact that those shortcomings extended to personal crimes.”

Soonyoung cocked his head cautiously. “W-When you say personal crimes…”

Seokmin swallowed slightly painfully before recounting the night that made him go permanently sober. He spoke of the club lights that made his vision go blurry at the edges before he had a single drink. The bass thudding in his chest from the house music that was just bordering the precipice of too loud. Losing just enough of the composure that he had started to regard as a standard for himself. Being pulled off the dance floor into one of the dingy single-use bathrooms. The glass shattered on the floor, blood-red grenadine puddles pooling across the scuffed tile. The hands that wandered where they shouldn’t, attempting to claim him as their own.

By the time Seokmin finished, the air in the room had gone stale, silent, still. Everyone sat frozen, whether out of shock or fury, he couldn’t tell, like they were all scared to even breathe lest they force themselves to acknowledge their friend’s reality through oxygen intake. The only one who voluntarily moved was Jihoon, who had shot up into a ramrod straight position, causing Soonyoung to go flying towards the opposite wall, spluttering like a fish out of water.

Yn took a shaky breath before asking, “Are you okay, Seokmin?” They bit their lip so hard that Seokmin was worried they’d draw blood.

Seokmin nodded slowly. “As okay as I can be, I guess. I never saw them again after that.” He leaned back into Jeonghan’s reassuring squeeze. “Must’ve felt guilty.”

Jihoon chuckled darkly. “Please. People like that hardly have a conscience.”

Jun looked to be frozen solid, like someone had dumped a bucket of water on him. His voice barely reached an audible decibel when he spoke. “So… Can I become a boa constrictor again?”

Seokmin snorted a quiet laugh before nodding. Before Jun could move, Joshua dove and intercepted Seokmin in a bone-crushing hug, almost knocking Jeonghan off the couch. One by one, the others moved to embrace him as well.

Seokmin smiled softly. With friends like these, who needs romance? he thought to himself. He tightened his hold around Joshua’s waist. Oh, who am I kidding.

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CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUS? ── a maeda riku smau

twenty nine. saur cute

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CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUS? ── a maeda riku smau

twenty eight. chosen (written)

🕸✮⋆˙ wc. 2k w. curse words, that's all ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

walking down the stairs in your pajamas and a bedhead was not how you wanted riku to first see you that day.

he was supposed to see you in the outfit you picked out, with your hair done and ready to have the best date ever. but instead, he was there, sitting by your living room table. he talked away with your mom as he set a glass of chocolate milk on the table, only turning around when he heard your steps.

it was almost magical, the way his eyes lit up when he saw you. “hi, pretty,” he smiled, standing up from his chair and walking towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “sorry i came so early, i wanted to make sure you ate breakfast.” 

“don’t say sorry, I'm always happy to see you,” you smiled, hugging his shoulders and nuzzling your nose to the skin of his neck. “i’m still sleepy.”

“we can have breakfast and go back to bed if you want,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple and caressing your lower back softly. “we don’t have to leave for a while, so don’t worry about that.”

“how are you so perfect?” you mumbled back, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek before parting away from him and moving to sit on the chair he had pulled back for you. 

“just want to take care of you,” he smiled, sitting next to you and leaning on his hand as he watched you eat. it didnt take long before you were both sitting on your bed, your head on his shoulder as you showed him the pictures from your trip. “so you’re telling me i missed three days of you looking like that while i was hanging out with your little brother and getting my knees scraped without anyone being there to scold me about them?”

you giggled at his mock offended tone, shrugging your shoulders. “i guess so,” you said, an unwavering smile on your face. “maybe we should take a beach trip before summer is over, just you and me.”

riku noted the slight nervousness in your voice, as if you weren’t sure if the prospect of the future was something that you should be bringing up. “we definitely should, i’ll get to planning it soon,” he said, giving you a reassuring smile.

your shoulders eased at those words, making you look up to face him, smiling brightly. “i can help you plan it, you know. you don’t have to do everything all the time.”

“i already told you, i like taking care of you.” the boy smiled, moving to cup your cheeks with his hands and duck down to pepper kisses all around your face. “so don't worry about it.” 

you closed your eyes, letting him shower you with his affection. once he pulled away you opened them again, admiring the beautiful way in which his pupils dilated when he looked at your face. “i’m planning this trip, not a question.”

riku rolled his eyes affectionately before stealing a quick peck from your lips. “you’re impossible.” he smiled, nuzzling your nose one last time before moving back and patting your thigh. “come on now, we should head out to your surprise.”

you nodded before standing up, making sure to smack a kiss on his cheek before you headed to your adjacent bathroom. “you have to wait for me to get ready now.”

“mhm, do as you will,” he dismissed with a smile. once you closed the door, riku allowed himself to bury his face in his hands and scream silently into them. 

miraculously under an hour later, you stood up from your vanity as you put down your mascara.  “ready!”

“took you long enough,” riku joked, standing up from your bed and moving towards you, hugging you from behind and looking at you through the mirror in front of you.

“you should be grateful i didnt take longer,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully. 

“mhm, let’s go now.”

you did just as he had asked you, moving to interlace your fingers and pull you with him. once you reached downstairs, you greeted everyone goodbye and went outside where riku’s family car awaited. “oh, this is a car distance surprise?”

“yeah, but it isn’t very far.” he mused, opening the door for you and letting you climb in before he did so himself. “i know you don’t like surprises so i wont ask you to put the blind fold on, but please don’t try to guess where i’m taking you.”

“okay, i’ll try.” like that, the car ride went past as fast as time always did whenever you were with riku. it was so nice to just talk to him that you didn’t even have the urge to check on the turns and directions he drove in until he parked in front of a place you knew a little too well. “you’re kidding.”

“i saw they're doing an exposition of that photographer you told me about once, so i got us tickets.” he said, a smile evident in his voice even though you weren’t looking at him. “do you like it?”

“of course i do, riku, you remembered.” you said in a breath, turning back to look at him and charging immediately to give him a kiss. “i can’t believe you did that.”

“i remember everything you say, always,” he smiled against your lips, pressing another kiss onto them. “and i want you to think of this as our first ever date, okay? everything from now on are our firsts, because you deserve all of it to be real.”

“okay, riri, you got it” you smiled, giving him soft pecks before moving away, finding the way he chased your lips for a split second to be the most adorable thing you had ever seen. “let’s go please?” “of course, pretty,” he smiled back, climbing out of the car and almost running to your side to open the door before you did, offering his hand with a charming smile. “i want to hear everything you have to say about all of the pictures, come on.”

and that was always the thing about riku. he loved to listen to anything you said, no matter if it was something stupid, trivial or passionate; if it came from you, it was worth listening to. so you did as he asked, exploring the museum from head to toe while excitedly telling him all about the pictures you saw. 

“sakuya is gonna be happy that you got him something,” riku mused as you sat on the hood of his car at an almost empty parking lot of mcdonalds, burger in hand while he nodded at the keychain you had got for your brother.  

“mhm, i always get him a keychain wherever i go,” you smiled, feeling fondness bloom in your heart at the mention of your brother. “he says they're ugly but then hangs them all on his bag, so i know he likes them but he just doesn’t like to admit that i’m his favorite person.”

“well, you are,” the boy smiled, endeared at the softness of your look. “he threatened me when he realized i wanted more with you.”

“no he didn’t,” you laughed, heart shrinking at the casual mention of his affection. “how on earth did he threaten you?”

“he told me he would go ‘gremlin mode’ on me, which i think is quite the threat,” he giggled, recalling his younger friend’s words. “i’m gonna steer clear of anything that could potentially make him mad.”

you laughed softly as you shook your head, and riku felt as if the world exploded in fireworks and butterflies along with everything good in the world. god, he was so in love it was fucking pathetic. 

“sounds like a good idea,” you said, whipping away the residue of your burger from your lips and moving to lay your chin on your arm as you looked at riku. “you know, i’m really happy that you got me into this mess.”

riku felt himself physically soften at your words, copying your actions to comfortably look at you. “yeah?” he asked, his voice lower, softer.

“yeah,” you nodded, eyes unwavering. “i would’ve had a pretty boring summer if it wasn’t for you.”

“well, i’m glad i could be of service.” he smiled, moving his hand to move a strand of your hair behind your ear. “and i’m happy i dragged you into it, too.”

“yeah?” you asked, mirroring him.

“yeah,” he nodded, his eyes scanning your face with a look of sheer adoration. “i wouldn’t gotten to fall in love with you if i hadn’t.”

and just then, everything stopped.

all sounds went silent, all lights went dim. because riku was in love with you, just like you had unconsciously dreamed about for weeks. he was in love with you, and he was clearly not scared to voice it.

“i know it might be too soon to say that, and maybe i should wait until we’ve had something outside of being in a fake relationship, but i don’t want to hide the way i feel about you,” he spoke up again, nervously ranting. “you feel like it to me, yn, like i’m exactly where i’m supposed to be whenever i’m around you. and i don’t need you to feel the same yet, just let me prove to you that i’m worth it beyond the fakeness; that i can be it for you too if you give me a chance.”

you almost wanted to laugh at the desperate tint in his eyes, because there was something you couldn’t even fathom it was to not feel the same about him. you had said yes to have a fake relationship with someone you had known your entire life because his smile caught you off guard. you had stayed with him and defended him against his bitchy ex because he was worth defending. 

you had fallen in love with him because there was no way that you could ever deserve him, and yet he still chose you every day. he chose you at the park on a random day. he chose you to spend countless hours with him even when you didn’t have to. he chose you to listen to for hours at a museum he probably had no interest in; and he chose you to pour his heart out at a mcdonalds parking lot.

“i love you,” you blurted out, your eyes fixated on his, unwavering. “i love you, and not only because you love me as well. i love you ever since i noticed how caring you are, and how much love you feel for everyone around you.” 

you could see him physically melt at your words, as if he had held his breath his entire life until he heard you say those words. “really?” he said, breathlessly.

“of course,” you nodded, giving him a small smile as you reached to interlace your fingers with his affectionately. “i know i haven't been the best at communicating, and that i’ve proven to be an amazing liar. but this isn't like that, okay? i love you, so much.”

“i love you,” he said, and you noticed then the absence of a ‘too’, because he didn’t love you because you did so him; he loved you regardless of everything else. you could see it in his eyes and his smile, hear it in his voice.

being chosen wasn’t foreign to you. your family and friends did so every day. and while that meant the world to you, this was something different. being chosen by someone that hadn’t chosen you ever since you were kids, but someone who grew into it was miles better.

your relationship had started off as fake; complete spite for someone who had wronged him and a casualty at the park. but it had grown into so much more.

you were there now, at an empty parking lot with a boy as sweet as the chocolate his eyes resembled, and you wouldn’t chose to be anywhere else.

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CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUS? ── a maeda riku smau

twenty seven. tan boobs gang😛

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MARK WE DON'T NEED ROADS

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JISUNG: chiller | Mcountdown

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JISUNG (ft. renjun): chiller | music core

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𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 19: bring the bitch in

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a/n: you all need to look up a hyundai blueon it's such a junhui coded car. as always, enjoy! <3

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CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUS? ── a maeda riku smau

twenty six. d-3

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It’s been more than a year since the last update will I ever know what happens to daddy Cheol?? Will they remember?? Do I reread the fic and reopen the wound??

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𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 18: our boy has done it

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a/n: as promised, they talked things out like adults. the final two chapters will be posted next week! and we'll find out how things go with jun and minghao 🤭 as always, enjoy! <3

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Tramp stamp: prologue / preview || P. Jisung

𐙚📷꒱ camgirl!reader x tattooartist!jisung

𐙚📷꒱ Release date- August 5th

𐙚📷꒱ synopsis- You weren’t supposed to find out your new tattoo artist was also your subscriber, but now that you have, why not make it interesting? It was supposed to be business— now he’s in your bed, on your screen, and way too deep under your skin.

𐙚📷꒱ genre- smut/ porn with plot MDNI! 18+, fluff, hint of angst if you squint.

𐙚📷꒱ warnings- masturbation (for preview), bdsm themes, sexual filming. (Full list of warnings will be released in the main fic!)

𐙚📷꒱ W/c- 6.3k for preview, estimated 25-30k for full fic.

a/n- hiiii guyssssss :D! I’ve had this idea for a while, so I’m finally bringing it to life. Let me know if you want to be tagged in the main fic! Love you <3

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"Hello, do you have any openings for walk ins today?" You asked, stepping through the door of the shop.

The receptionist glanced up from her screen, tucking a pen behind her ear. "Yeah, let me check." She turned toward the hallway and called out casually. "Jisung, you down for a walk-in right now?"

There was a pause, then a voice drifted out— low and clear, with a hint of rasp. "Yeah, sure."

The receptionist smiled as she turned back to you. "He'll be right with you."

"Thank you." You gave her a small smile and sat on the black leather bench against the wall, pulling out your phone and scrolling idly.

A few minutes later, the soft creak of a door signaled his arrival. "Hey." He said simply, voice quieter now that he was closer. "What are you looking to get today?"

You looked up and paused.

Oh.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his. He was attractive. Not just attractive— hot in that quietly intense way. Sharp dark eyes, and dark hair that was slightly messy.

"I want a tramp stamp." You replied with a slight smile, rising from your seat and stepping toward the front counter. You pulled up a photo on your phone and turned it to show him. "Like this."

He leaned in slightly, nodding with approval as he squinted at the image. "Classic." He said, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "Do you want it exactly like the picture?"

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Alright, give me a few minutes to get everything prepped and I'll come get you."

"Okay." You smiled again, watching as he turned and disappeared down the hallway.

You waited, glancing around the shop— walls lined with flash designs, portfolios, and random Polaroids pinned. You could hear him setting up in the back, faint clinks of metal and the hiss of something being sanitized. A few minutes later, he came back out.

"Ready?"

You nodded, following him through the hallway into the back room. His station was neat— organized trays, sterile packaging, a padded table in the center with a mirror on the far wall. The lighting was soft but clear, a gentle hum from the overhead bulb.

"Alright." He said, gesturing toward the table. "Where exactly are we placing this?"

"Low." You answered, a small smirk on your lips. "Right above my ass."

He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he grabbed a pair of gloves. "Got it. Go ahead and pull your pants down just enough to expose the area— stop right above where you want it, and lie down on your stomach."

You did as he said, adjusting your waistband and settling onto the padded table, your cheek resting on your arm. You heard him snap on the gloves behind you.

"This your first tattoo?" He asked as he grabbed a bottle and some paper towels.

You nodded. "Yeah."

"Cool." He sounded calm, relaxed. "I'm just gonna talk you through everything since it's your first, alright?"

"Alright." You murmured.

He came around beside you. "I'm cleaning the area first." He said softly, spraying a cool mist against your lower back. His gloved hand moved in slow, firm circles as he wiped the skin clean, the sensation oddly soothing.

"Now I'm applying the stencil." He said, dipping into a small pot of transfer solution and rubbing it gently into your skin. You felt the slight pressure of his hand as he pressed the stencil into place, fingers lingering for a second as he smoothed it down, then peeled it up.

"Go ahead and check it out in the mirror. Let me know if the placement works."

You sat up, stepping toward the mirror, turning to the side, you looked over your shoulder. The stencil sat perfectly aligned just above your curves.

"Perfect." You said, catching his gaze in the mirror for a moment before sitting back down.

"Great. Gotta let it dry for a few minutes, and then we'll get started." He said, giving you a small nod.

You laid back down, scrolling on your phone to distract yourself, though your heart was already starting to race in anticipation. A few minutes later, you heard the familiar buzz of the machine starting up as he returned, adjusting his stool beside you.

"You ready?" He asked, eyes flicking to yours.

You nodded, bracing yourself.

The first prick of the needle made your breath hitch, but you stayed still, jaw tight, brows furrowed in focus.

"You okay?" He murmured after a few seconds.

"Yeah, all good." You replied, your voice calm but breathy.

He continued slowly, steadily. The pain fluctuated— dull in some areas, sharp in others. At one point, he hit a particularly tender spot and body tensed slightly.

"Ou..." You let out, low and quiet, the sound almost a soft moan as your teeth pressed into your bottom lip. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to breathe through it.

He paused for a second. Then without a word, his gloved fingers lightly rubbed the spot beside the sting gently.

"Yeah, I know." He murmured, his voice even lower now. His eyes flicked up to the mirror, locking with yours for a second too long. There was something there— something unreadable, like curiosity or heat or restraint. "Just breathe."

You nodded, letting out a slow exhale.

He continued, working in silence as you melted into the chair, pain giving way to the hum of the machine and the strangely intimate focus of his presence beside you.

Eventually, the buzzing stopped.

"All done." He sat back, pulling off his gloves. "Wanna take a look?"

You stood up slowly, your lower back still tingling, and turned toward the mirror, your mouth parting slightly.

"Oh my gosh." You said, eyes widening.

His face shifted slightly— brows drawing in for a second as he watched your reaction through the mirror. "Everything okay?"

"It's perfect." You said, turning to him with a smile. "So sexy."

He let out a quiet laugh under his breath. "I'll get you up front whenever you're ready."

You headed back to the counter, pulling your shirt down as he met you with a small stack of papers.

"Here's your aftercare— super important. Wash it gently, no soaking, moisturize with something unscented, and don't pick at it, no matter how much it itches."

You nodded, skimming the paper. "Got it."

"Alright, $350." He said, tapping the screen of the checkout tablet and spinning it toward you. "Card or cash?"

"Card." You pulled out your wallet.

As you glanced at the screen, you hesitated. "Is there a way to leave a tip on the card?"

"There was." He said, frowning. "It stopped working this morning though. If you've got cash I can take that, but if not, don't even worry."

"Damn." You said, pouting slightly. "You did such a good job. You were so gentle and it looks fucking awesome— I feel bad not tipping you."

He gave a small smile and shook his head. "Seriously, it's fine."

"Do you have, like... a Venmo or something I could send it to?"

He paused, considering. "No, it's cool... really." But then he tilted his head slightly. "Wait— this is your first tattoo, right?"

You nodded, swiping your card.

"Have I... serviced you before? With anything else?" He asked, eyes narrowing just slightly in curiosity.

Your brows furrowed, caught off guard by the phrasing. "No, I don't think so." You replied with a laugh. "Why?"

"I don't know, you just seem super familiar."

You smiled, shrugging. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

He paused for a second, then pulled out his phone. "Well, since you're new or whatever, I can give you my Instagram. Just in case you have questions or if anything feels off."

"Yeah, that'd actually be great." You said, unlocking your phone and handing it to him.

He tapped in his info and handed it back.

"Alright." He said, backing up behind the counter with a small grin. "You're good to go, hope the rest of your day's good."

"You too." You said, your voice light as you turned to leave, stomach still fluttering from the whole encounter.

You could feel his eyes on your back as the door closed behind you.

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It had been a long day.

Jisung pushed open his front door and exhaled the second it shut behind him, leaning his weight against it for a moment like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His shoulders ached, his fingers were still stained faintly with ink, and his brain felt foggy from hours of back to back clients and constant buzzing.

All he wanted was a little peace— something that would pull him out of the numbing routine. 

He took a long shower, hot water pouring over him until his skin flushed, then towel dried his hair half heartedly and collapsed into bed. His sheets were still cool, the overhead light buzzed faintly in the corner of the room as he reached for his laptop.

He opened it without even thinking.

The muscle memory kicked in— typing the URL, logging in, clicking through to his subscriptions. Just one name there— the only one that mattered.

ControlFreak.

He swallowed as her profile popped up, thumbnail teasing the corner of a new upload. The second he saw the preview image— black lace, soft lighting, the gentle curve of her waist, he felt that familiar heat rise in his gut.

She was dangerous... way too good at what she did.

He was obsessed.

He didn't talk about it with anyone, obviously. No one knew about this part of him, but there were nights like this, when the exhaustion and silence hit just right and all he wanted was to watch her— listen to her voice, her teasing tone, the way she played with the camera like she could see right through it.

He clicked on the video, and her voice greeted him instantly.

"Hi guys!"

His stomach flipped.

There was something about the way she spoke— sweet and playful, but just a little commanding, like she knew you were already under her spell.

She was wearing a delicate black lace set that clung to her like it was made for her. Her body looked perfect— curved in all the right places, skin smooth and glowing under the soft light. He couldn't see her full face, just glimpses of some of her features, just enough to keep him hooked, but God, she was beautiful, he could tell.

"I hope you're all doing okay. You are now, at least, because I'm here... right?" She said, lips curled into a teasing smile.

Jisung chuckled quietly, already feeling the tightness growing in his sweats. He settled deeper into his bed, one hand absentmindedly running over his thigh.

"I bet you're already hard, aren't you?" She murmured, her voice dipping lower, more intimate. Her hand trailed up her inner thigh in slowly.

He let out a low breath, amused— and yeah, a little called out, but that was the point. She had a way of making it feel personal, like she was speaking just to him.

"First off." She said, sitting up a little straighter. "I have something to show you guys. I'm so excited, look."

He leaned in instinctively, licking his lips as he watched her shift on screen, turning slowly to reveal her back.

And then he froze.

She was showing off a tattoo, right above the curve of her ass. It was small, playful, flirtatious, sexy in the most obvious way, but more than that— familiar... too familiar.

The exact same design he'd inked on someone just two weeks ago. Same placement, same angle, same font even.

He blinked, sitting up straighter, the arousal in his gut suddenly tangled with a swirl of disbelief... fucking way.

He paused the video, staring at the screen like it would explain itself.

Could it really be...?

The girl from the shop. The one who'd walked in smiling and sweet, asking for a tramp stamp. The one who giggled when she said "right above my ass." The one who tensed under his hands when the needle hit a sensitive spot, letting out those breathy little sounds that made his stomach twist. The one whose voice had stuck with him longer than he cared to admit.

He ran a hand down his face, shit.

He stared at the frozen frame of the video, the tattoo clear as day, his own work staring back at him through the screen. His heart thudded a little harder.

He thought back to that day— your voice, the way your body moved on the table, the glance you shared in the mirror. You'd been flirty, confident, kind of unforgettable, if he was honest with himself.

And now, somehow this.

He let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. He probably should've been mortified, most people would've been. But instead, his hand moved back down, and he unhooked the waistband of his sweats.

He hit play.

Now that he could match your voice to your body, your expressions, your rhythm, your teasing, it did something to him he didn't even want to try to understand. It was like watching a memory from a different angle, something deeply personal he wasn't supposed to have.

But he wanted it.

"You like it, don't you? Can't stop looking?" Your voice teased from the video, light and cruel, soft laughter threading through each syllable.

He did, he couldn't stop looking. He thought the same damn thing back at the tattoo shop, the first time he caught a glimpse of you and couldn't tear his eyes away. His breath was shallow as he started to palm himself, movements tentative at first, drinking in every inch of you on the screen. The way you moved, the way you teased the camera like you knew exactly what he needed.

"Look at you, so pathetic, getting this turned on over a tattoo? I bet you are, aren't you?"

His hand sped up slightly, a quiet moan slipping past his lips. "Fuck." He breathed, almost too quiet for even himself to hear as the shame twisted deeper. His knuckles brushed the wet patch already starting to stain his waistband, and he swallowed hard, refusing to look away from the screen.

Then you turned forward again, your fingers sliding along the waistband of your underwear, teasing, legs spread just enough to make him go crazy.

"You want me, right? Tell me you want me. Tell me you want to see me."

"I want you." He whispered, rough and low, voice cracking with need. His head tipped back against the wall behind him, eyes still glued to the screen.

You giggled, sweet and sharp all at once, and his stomach clenched.

"Beg, not like you haven't done it before. Beg me to take them off."

A wrecked sound left him, his hand working faster, desperate now. "Please." He gasped, voice ragged. "fuck, please, oh my god."

"Harder, more." You commanded.

He obeyed instantly, his fist moving faster, rougher, moans tumbling out of him with no shame left at all. It was so dirty, so humiliating, but he didn't care— he couldn't. You owned every broken sound that came out of his throat.

"Shit." He gasped, pulse pounding. "I'm about to— fuck, please, please—"

Your voice stayed soft and mocking as he tumbled closer and closer.

"Look at you, so pathetic. You think you deserve this, huh? You really think you do? Well you don't, you don't deserve anything I'm giving you."

His eyes squeezed shut, a choked moan tearing from his throat, his whole body jerking as cum spilled out across his stomach, ropes marking his skin in humiliating streaks. His voice broke on a sobbing gasp, the pleasure cutting too deep to even process. He rode out the orgasm, nearly shaking, until he was empty.

"Maybe next time you'll get lucky." You laughed. "And can actually see me."

The screen went black.

He sat there, chest heaving, sweat cooling on his skin, trying to process everything that had just happened. The sticky mess clung to him, a filthy reminder of how completely he gave himself away to a screen— to you. He let out another shaky, stunned laugh, dropping his head back against the wall.

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You've been loving your tattoo. Like, seriously obsessed. Every time you passed a mirror you found yourself twisting, lifting your shirt, checking it out from the side. It looked so good, it made you feel more like yourself, somehow.

So when the buzz of excitement hadn't faded two weeks later, you figured... why not get another?

Same shop, of course. Same artist, he'd been good— gentle, professional, and kind of hot in that quiet, messy haired, tired eyes way. You liked his vibe, it made sense to go back.

When you walked into the tattoo parlor, the bell above the door chimed softly. You immediately spotted him behind the counter, ringing up another customer. His head was bent slightly, focused on whatever he was handing over. Then his eyes flicked up, the second they landed on you his whole face changed.

His expression dropped, like he seen a ghost— or maybe something way worse. His shoulders stiffened, mouth opening slightly, then closing just as fast. He quickly turned back to the customer in front of him.

"Um, okay... here's your aftercare set." He said, voice a little tight.

He glanced toward you again and dropped the product right out of his hands.

"Shit, sorry." He muttered, crouching down to retrieve it. He stood and handed it off, forcing a smile. "Have a nice one."

Weird.

You stepped forward, a smile on your face, waiting for him to acknowledge you, but he didn't say anything— just looked at you, then quickly away.

"One moment, please." He said, voice low. Then he turned and walked straight to the back.

You blinked, brows lifting slightly. Okay... that was new.

A few minutes passed before he returned. When he did you noticed his eyes looked red— like he rubbed them hard or had a moment to himself he wasn't planning to share. Still, he came to the counter, clearing his throat, trying to keep his voice even.

"How can I help you?"

You smiled. "Oh my god, it's you."

"It's me." He said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Do you have time for a walk in today?" You asked.

He hesitated, biting the inside of his cheek, glancing up at you. "Depends on what you're getting."

"Nothing crazy. Just, like... two small hearts." You said, tapping the area above your chest. "Right here."

His gaze dropped briefly, to where you were pointing— right above your upper boob. You saw his jaw twitch slightly before he looked back up.

"I could do that now." He said, voice softer.

"Awesome."

"I'll just need a second to get everything ready." He said, disappearing again to the back.

When he returned, he gestured for you to follow him. The back room looked just like last time— sterile trays, the padded chair, low lighting, but somehow it felt... different.

"Alright." He said, snapping on a pair of gloves. "I'm gonna need you to take your shirt off."

You didn't hesitate, fingers hooked beneath the hem of your shirt and you tugged it over your head, tossing it aside.

You felt his eyes on you— his focus, thick and lingering. When you glanced at him, you caught him staring... hard. He blinked and turned quickly, grabbing the disinfectant spray, hands a little shaky.

He was unraveling. And you didn't know why, but it made your skin prickle.

He cleared his throat again. "Alright, just gonna clean the area first."

You laid back, letting him work. His hands were gentle again, careful, but his energy was completely different— tense and strained. He was trying so hard not to look directly at you. Every time your skin twitched, every time you flinched or exhaled too deep, you could feel the way his breath hitched.

Then he hit a sensitive spot. A soft, involuntary sound left your throat, half sigh, half whimper. His hand froze for half a second. His breath stuttered, he exhaled grounding himself.

"Breathe." He murmured. It wasn't just for you, you could hear it in his voice. "I'm almost done."

You nodded silently, resting your arm beneath your head, watching the soft flicker of the overhead bulb until he finally leaned back, wiping your skin clean one last time.

"What do you think?"

You sat up, eyes scanning the mirror. The tiny hearts were placed just where you imagined.

"Perfect." You said, smiling at your reflection. "Just like last time."

He gave a small, quiet smile. "Great, I'll walk you up front."

You followed him out, the air in the front room feeling weirdly heavier now.

"That'll be $95. Card or cash?"

"Card." You said, pulling out your wallet. "Are tips working this time?" 

"They are." He gave a soft laugh that didn't reach his eyes.

"Oh, and... I overheard you selling that aftercare kit earlier. Can I get one too?"

"You can... but honestly? You probably don't need it. Looks like your first one healed up perfectly."

You smiled at the compliment, then blinked. "Wait... how'd you know that?"

There was a moment of silence.

He froze.

His eyes darted to yours, wide and caught. "Uh—I... you're wearing low rise jeans." He said quickly. "I could see it."

Your brows lifted, skepticism flickering across your face. You nodded slowly, swiping your card. "Right..."

You grabbed your receipt and gave him a final glance. "Well, have a great one."

"You too." He said, still standing stiffly behind the counter, watching you leave like he couldn't figure out if he should feel guilty or grateful.

Later that night, you were scrolling through Instagram, half watching something in the background when a notification popped up: New request in Private Chat Room – $300.

You frowned, clicking it open. You only had to respond once to get the money. Then you could block, ignore, whatever. Easy.

Username: jjsungp12

Weirdly familiar.

jjsungp12: i have a question.

You squinted slightly, already bracing yourself for whatever dumb shit was coming.

ControlFreak: Hello to you too lol. What is it?

God, you hated when people messaged like they were entitled to you. Like they knew you, like you owed them softness.

jjsungp12: sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.

You raised a brow.

ControlFreak: It's ok. What's your question?

jjsungp12: would you ever fuck a fan?

Your eyes narrowed... here we go.

ControlFreak: Why, you feeling lucky?

jjsungp12: no, just curious lol. you're only ever by yourself.

That was... odd. Specific. Most guys didn't comment on that.

ControlFreak: Well... I think I would. For fun, maybe.

jjsungp12: okay. thank you for taking the time to answer.

ControlFreak: That's it?

jjsungp12: yep, thank you.

ControlFreak: You're welcome.

The conversation was over and yet, you just sat there staring at the screen.

It was weird. Not the message itself— it was suggestive, sure, but calm. Not demanding, not sleazy, just... odd. Like whoever it was had wanted the clarity more than the fantasy.

You stared at the username again: jjsungp12

Something about it scratched at your brain. You went through your social media, checking your recent followers, nothing stood out.

Then you opened your recent search history.

jisungpark12

Your eyes widened. You chuckled, rolling your eyes in disbelief... no way.

You'd been tattooed by a pervert, twice.

Suddenly everything clicked— the weird energy, the way he stared too long, the tension in his voice, the way he clearly recognized you but didn't want to say why. The way he fumbled through conversation like he was holding a secret in his mouth.

You thought he was just another hot guy with zero self control around a girl with her shirt off, but maybe it wasn't just that.

You bit your lip, considering.

He was hot.

And now that you knew he was into you...really into you, you were suddenly thinking about what to do with that power. Because he wasn't just another fan behind a screen, he'd touched you, tattooed you, fantasized about you.

And maybe now it was your turn to make him squirm.

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The next day, you waited until late evening, just forty five minutes before closing when you finally sent the message.

Hey, this is Y/n L/n, the one who got my tattoo done yesterday. I don't know, something doesn't look right... if you're free could I stop by so you could just take a look at it?

You stared at your phone, watching the typing bubble appear... disappear... then nothing. Silence stretched until nearly closing time. Finally, the screen lit up again.

We're actually about to close soon, but if you're close by I don't mind just taking a peek.

You smiled to yourself.

Perfect.

You didn't waste time, you slipped on a long, oversized shirt— one that could be easily shrugged off, and a pair of pants that framed your body just right. You fixed your hair loosely, applied just enough gloss to your lips to catch the light, and grabbed your keys.

The tattoo parlor was only ten minutes away. When you pulled up, the lights inside were still on, and you saw him through the glass, already at the counter waiting.

When you walked in, the bell above the door gave a soft jingle. He looked up immediately, eyes locking on you.

"Hey." He said, voice cautious but warm. "What's going on?"

You glanced over your shoulder toward the door, then turned back to him. "Do you mind if we go somewhere more private?"

His eyes searched your face for a second, something flickering in them before he nodded. "Sure, come on."

He led you to the back again, into the same quiet space you remembered. "Is there anyone else here?" You asked casually, eyes scanning the room.

He shook his head, settling behind one of the stations. "Nope, just me tonight."

You stepped in a little closer, voice softer now. "So... something just doesn't feel right. It's really red and irritated. I thought that would've gone down by now."

He stood up quickly. "Mind if I touch?"

"Go ahead." You said smoothly, dragging the words slightly, watching him closely.

He grabbed a pair of gloves and slipped them on, stepping up to you. You slowly lifted the hem of your shirt, watching his eyes drop.

He placed a gloved finger gently on your skin, brushing it over the tattoo.

"You feel it?" You asked quietly, voice lower now.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours for the briefest second before darting back to the ink on your skin.

"This is actually pretty normal for this area." He said, his voice a little too fast. "More tissue here, so it gets inflamed easily. Just give it a few days— keep it clean, moisturized, no heavy friction. If it still looks irritated by then, let me know."

You smiled, tugging your shirt back down slowly. "Okay, thanks."

He stepped back, already walking toward the front. "Cool, I'll walk you out."

You followed behind him, your mind racing.

You were so close to calling him out, but the words hadn't lined up yet. It felt too sudden. Then just as your hand touched the doorknob the idea came. It was risky, very embarrassing if you were wrong, but the only way.

You paused, turning around. His head snapped up as you faced him again, your expression unreadable. He blinked fast, his whole body tense.

"I have a question." You said, walking slowly back toward the counter.

He nodded, guarded. "What's up?"

You tilted your head slightly, studying his face. "Would you ever..." You dragged it out. "Fuck a customer?"

There was a long silence, his brows furrowed, lips parted.

"That's... a little out of line, ma'am." He said, voice quieter now, unsure.

You smiled. "Is it? I wasn't sure because you asked me the same thing last night... jjsungp12."

His expression cracked. Mouth opened, nothing coming out.

"I— what?" He stammered. "I didn't. I don't even... I don't know you. I didn't message anyone."

You raised your brows. "Oh, so you think I'm dumb?"

"No! No, I— I don't think you're dumb." He rushed, panic creeping into his voice. "I just..."

"You're just what?" You interrupted, voice dipping with fake sympathy. "Just curious? Just a fan? Just a little too obsessed with a cam girl you accidentally tattooed twice?"

He froze. His body went still, hands twitching slightly at his sides, eyes wide and guilty and full of fear.

You let out a soft laugh, not cold, but amused.

"I know it was you." You said, walking toward the door again, but instead of opening it you locked it, the click ringing loud in the quiet room.

"Look." He said quickly, voice strained. "I'm sorry if I creeped you out. I didn't mean to. I just— shit, I didn't know what to say. I didn't think you'd figure it out. Please... please don't be mad."

You turned to face him again, slowly. There was a gleam in your eyes now.

"Oh." You said with a fake pout. "You're scared?"

He nodded, lips trembling. His voice came out like a whisper. "A little."

You stepped closer, eyes scanning his body and there it was clear as day. The firm, obvious print in his jeans.

You scoffed. "You're seriously hard right now?"

He didn't answer.

You tilted your head. "I'm confronting you about being a creep, and you're standing there with a boner like some pathetic little loser?"

He swallowed hard, eyes locked on you like he couldn't look away, even if he wanted to.

You laughed quietly to yourself and took a breath, letting the tension stretch.

"I should report you." You said, voice low, eyes unwavering as you studied him.

"I know." He whispered.

"But I won't." You added, watching the way his chest began to rise and fall faster with every second.

His eyes darted up to meet yours. "Why?" He asked almost too quickly, like he couldn't believe his luck and didn't trust it.

You tilted your head, letting your eyes drag over him one more time. His hands were still trembling slightly at his sides, his ears were flushed a deep pink, his breathing uneven, his entire body locked in place like prey trying not to spook the predator.

And then the obvious bulge pressing against the front of his jeans twitching slightly, helplessly. Shame swam in his eyes, but behind it... curiosity, humiliation, hunger.

You bit your lip thoughtfully. "Or maybe I will."

You watched the blood drain from his face. You weren't serious— but God, you liked the way he looked when he thought you were. The way fear and arousal spread across his expression, like he didn't know whether to run or drop to his knees.

"I— please, I'm sorry." He said quickly. "I didn't mean to be a creep. I'll do anything."

Your eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. "Anything?"

He nodded, too fast. "Yeah, anything."

You let the silence stretch for a moment, tension coiling thick in the air between you. You stepped closer, slowly, until you were close enough to see every twitch in his jaw, every shaky breath.

"Come." You said, turning your back and walking toward the rear of the studio again.

He hesitated only a second before following, his footsteps trailing behind yours like he was caught in your gravity. You stopped once you were far enough in the back, the lights a little dimmer.

"Get on your knees." You said, calm and clear.

He blinked, like he was trying to process if he heard you right, but then he obeyed. Slowly, he sank to his knees in front of you, the floor creaking softly beneath him, eyes never leaving yours.

You smiled. He was obedient, nervous, eager, you liked that.

You hummed to yourself, tapping your cheek with your finger. "Now pull down my pants."

He reached out carefully, hands warm and slightly shaky as he placed them on your hips and slid your pants down, dragging them gently over your thighs, your knees, to your ankles. He kept his head bowed, like he didn't know where to look. You could practically feel the tension radiating off of him, the way he breathed shallowly, afraid to make one wrong move.

"Go lower." You instructed, voice smooth.

He shuffled backward, settling at your ankles, eyes wide and waiting.

"Now." You said with a crooked smile. "Lick, all the way up to my thigh."

His eyes flicked up to yours, checking, hesitant, but you nodded once, so he did it. Slowly, he leaned in and let his tongue drag a line up your leg,. When he reached your upper thigh, he paused, planting a soft kiss there.

You grabbed his chin firmly and yanked his face up, forcing him to look at you.

"Did I ask you to kiss me?" You asked, your voice quiet but sharp.

His eyes went wide in panic. "N- No, I'm sorry— I didn't mean to. What can I do? I'm sorry."

"Apologize again." You said, studying his face.

"I'm sorry." He said quickly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disobey."

You smiled condescendingly and pleased. "Good, now pull my pants back up."

He nodded, still on his knees as he gently slid the fabric up your legs again, like he was dressing something precious.

"Now stand up, loser." You said.

He scrambled to his feet, standing awkwardly in front of you, flushed and breathless, his hair slightly messy, his jeans visibly tight with arousal.

You stared at him for a long moment. Then smiled, soft and mocking. "I guess I won't report you."

Relief broke across his face like sunlight. "You won't?"

You shook your head. "Nope, but you owe me."

"I do." He nodded quickly. "I owe you. Anything."

You raised a brow. "Careful." You warned, stepping past him slowly. "You don't even know what I'm gonna ask."

He ran a hand through his hair, nervous, still flustered. "Still, I mean it."

You glanced at him once more. The shame on his face, the restraint, the fact that he hadn't pushed, hadn't crossed the line even when he clearly wanted to. You liked that. You trusted it, maybe just enough.

You clicked your tongue and walked toward the front again. At the door, you looked over your shoulder. "You're lucky you're cute." You said, smirking.

Then you slipped out, leaving him standing there— stunned, hard, and absolutely wrecked.

You'd been thinking about it for a while now. Every time you went live, every time you rewatched clips to edit, every time your inbox flooded with fantasies, suggestions, and "you should do this..." messages— your mind always drifted back to the idea.

What if it wasn't just you?

You liked your solo content. You liked the control, the freedom, the mystery. You had your rhythm, your image, your comfort zone and it worked, but the curiosity had started to grow.

Especially after what happened in the studio. You didn't even realize how often he crept into your thoughts— those soft brown eyes flicking up toward you, the flush of his neck, the panic and arousal battling in his expression. You hadn't even touched him, barely let him touch you, but the power you had over him had stayed with you like a drug.

And now you were wondering... would your fans want to see that?

Would they even be into something more real— something suggestive but still in your control? No actual sex, no crossing that line... just a taste, a tease. Something hot, but boundaried.

So that night, you set up your camera and went live— nothing heavy, just you bathed in the glow of your ring light, lounging in a loose off the shoulder shirt and barely there shorts.

"Hey, babies." You said, smiling as the chat immediately lit up.

You tilted your head. "So I've been thinking about something. I wanna run it by you guys..."

Curious emojis flooded the chat.

You bit your lip, dragging out the suspense. "So. Honest opinion— no pressure. Would you wanna see me do content with... a guy?"

The chat blew up instantly.

YE S YES YES

only if YOU want to

depends on the guy 😏

would it be real sex or just like... teasing??

who is he???

pls collab I'm dying

You grinned. "Calm down." You teased. "I'm not saying anything's for sure yet, but if I did... it wouldn't be full on sex. Just... content. Still my style, still me."

You leaned a little closer to the camera, voice softening. "But with someone I trust, someone who knows how to listen."

He flashed in your mind again— those wide, guilty eyes, the way his voice cracked when he said please, the way his hands trembled when they grazed your skin.

The chat continued to spiral.

that sounds hot

I like the idea of you being in control still

honestly yeah even just kissing would be good

bring him on screen already 😭

just no dick, pls

You laughed softly. "Don't worry, I'll keep it tasteful, you know me."

You watched the flood of excitement fill the screen, and you felt it— that same control again. Not just over your audience, but over the direction of your content.

You had an answer now and you already knew who he was going to be.

You pulled out your phone, thumb hovering for a moment before you opened Instagram and tapped on his profile.

You: Hey, you free tomorrow?

He read it instantly. The typing... bubble appeared and then disappeared. You waited, watching the screen.

jisungpark12: no, not working tomorrow. another artist will be in.

You paused, tapping your fingers against the screen, then typed again:

You: No, I mean to go out. Get coffee or something. I need to talk to you.

He saw it immediately.

Typing... stopped. Started again, then stopped.

Read.

Five minutes passed, then ten... thirty.

Finally, a reply:

jisungpark12: yes. i'm free. let's meet up.

You smiled faintly, then dropped a location pin to a quiet little café you liked.

[leejenoenthusiast]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 16: fast track to the drunken ditch

wc: ~1.3k

maroon chai was, well, hopping. yn hated to admit it, but chan really did know how to pack a place even better than jihoon. really said something about modern consumer culture that virtually substanceless hype tracks performed better than genuine, painstakingly crafted expressions of the soul. yn’s eyes narrowed as they slowly sipped their espresso martini. jihoon, who was perched at the bar in the seat next to them, shot them a side eye.

“you’d better not be pissing yourself off for my ‘benefit’,” he scoffed, making air quotes as if he could read their mind. “i don’t want my night to be ruined because you’re up in arms for no logical reason.”

yn sighed, setting their glass down and steepling their fingers. “there’s just… so much going on in my social life right now. here i was thinking that hiring a babysitter would make my spontaneous parenting journey easier.” they rested their forehead on their hands. “oh to live in that timeline.”

jihoon reached out for yn’s hands in an attempt to physically comfort, but must have thought better of it because he pulled back, pressing his lips into a thin line before finally replying, “from my perspective, you’re doing the best that you can. no one’s expecting you to be parent of the year and you’re proving that a child can thrive outside of the traditional family structure. as for the social life part…” he glanced to his other side, where vernon was awkwardly leaning against a wall talking to a very tall man who you assumed to be mingyu. “i don’t really know what to tell you that would improve your situation itself, but i can reiterate that i’m sorry for contributing to the stress.”

yn smiled weakly. “thanks, ji, that means a lot.” they looked up and saw that jihoon’s eyes still hadn’t moved from their observational position, and the rest of his body had swiveled to meet them. yn followed his gaze and saw that, slightly to the left of vernon and mingyu, jun and minghao were deep in conversation, standing unreasonably close to each other to boot. minghao was giggling over the rim of his glass, turning a shade of pink that yn had never been able to bring about. they knew their jun was funny, sure, they dated for a year and a half, but never had they seen anyone else so enamored with him.

yn then felt a startling weight across their shoulders. they turned to see soonyoung knocking back a guinness stout, jeonghan by his side delicately sipping a manhattan. “must be pretty jarring to see both of your exes hitting it off, eh?” soonyoung quipped after downing half his beer.

yn shrugged. “it’s not so much the principle of it, i’m not one for bro code if nothing horrible happened between exes, but more so just… damn. my quirky best friend and my stuffy two night stand getting all up in each other’s business right in front of me.” they shifted and raised an eyebrow at soonyoung. “why are you on the fast track to the drunken ditch, don’t you have a competition tomorrow?”

soonyoung smirked. “luckily for me, the ensemble we’re competing with this weekend is headed by my assistant director. i don’t have to provide anything but moral support and a hangover won’t dim my light too much.” as if to punctuate his statement, he all but shotgunned what remained of his drink with a frightening amount of gusto. “i’m gonna go refill, hopefully shua is too slammed to think about what he’s providing me.” and with that, he disappeared back into the crowd in search of another draft.

jeonghan watched him go with an amused expression, then slid into the seat to yn’s right. “alright, spill. if jun and minghao were all that you were upset about, then you wouldn’t be showing it this much. you care about that lanky freak too deeply to let yourself slip even the slightest bit where he could notice. so, the only other ingredient in the chaos concoction you’ve been served that is located over there is your paid help. that’s what has you in a slump, would i be correct in that assumption?” he took a long sip of his drink, keeping his eyes on them the whole time.

yn blanched. jeonghan was, as per usual, right on the money. “i haven’t actually talked to him since he confessed to me. him being here very much makes me feel like i need to say something but i dunno man, maybe it isn’t the right time.” they flopped their forehead onto the bar.

jihoon leaned around them. “i didn’t even know that this place served beer. i thought joshua hong was all about classiness.”

jeonghan chuckled softly. “when you’re running a business, you’ll compromise your morals for a little extra moolah. he’s got a little switch that flips his espresso machine into a series of beer spouts.” a shrug. “he showed me one time. i think it’s unbearably pretentious, but it’s driving up nightly business so as long as he doesn’t install a shit ton of flatscreens to broadcast games like some kind of trashy sports bar i think we’ll be okay.” he turned his attention back to yn, doing what jihoon chickened out of and placing his hand over theirs. “you’re going to have to talk to him eventually. i know that it might not be ideal at a ‘club scene’ like this, but you’re not having a good time anyway so you might as well get it over with.” he squeezed their hand encouragingly. “you’ll probably feel better once you do.”

yn took a deep breath and stood up. “you’re right. i’ll go see what i can do, thanks.” they sauntered over to where vernon and mingyu were still deep in conversation and looked up. “sorry, tall doctor man, but i need to borrow your buddy here for a minute.”

mingyu threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. “it’s no problem at all, please do. i’ve been trying to get him to talk to you all night so this works out perfectly.”

yn tugged vernon into a corner. “okay, look, i’m sorry for being so awkward and freaking out when you told me how you felt. to be perfectly honest, yeah it was bad timing, but you still deserved a kinder reaction.”

vernon took a huge breath before saying, “yn, i’m sorry i said anything in the first place. i work for you and despite how low key my job is our relationship would probably work best if it stays professional so i promise that i won’t do anything to freak you out with my feelings ever again i-”

not knowing what else to do, yn leaned in and pressed a kiss to vernon’s lips. it was brief, nothing particularly special, but it sure as hell shut him up. when they pulled away, he was a mess. “i- um…”

yn’s eyes went wide. “fuck, shit, i’m so sorry! i’ll go.” they sprinted across the cafe to where seokmin was vibing to the music. ever the teetotaler, he had resigned himself to a shirley temple, just like soonyoung should have done all those weeks ago. “seok, we need to go. i just embarrassed the living hell out of myself and i don’t think i can show my face in this town ever again.”

seokmin jumped slightly. “uh, yeah, sure, okay. we can go, i’ll drive you home.” he let yn drag him out the door and onto the street, quickly sliding into his car and slamming his keys into the ignition. all yn wanted to do now was disappear into the night.

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a/n: this chapter was such a labor of love and i do in fact love how it turned out. i have plans for how the last few chapters will go, but i can adjust them if there's demand for a companion written chapter from vernon's perspective, so let me know! as always, enjoy! <3

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