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Hes not even hiding anymore, just holding it back... poor baby 😔

and the tension is about to end, finally asiudhiusad its getting me impatient :v

thank you sm for reading <3

In your fantasy | Ch.4 - Take a seat in your fantasy

Cross posted on ao3

WC: 5.3k

⚠️ warnings: mlist for warnings

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Your week was… fine, you guessed. Work was still fucking you up, but at least you weren’t losing your mind over it anymore. Even your co-workers seemed less dumb these last few days. Small miracles, right?

Friday would be a work-from-home day, which meant tonight was pizza night at Hwa’s. You’d have to stop by and grab some bottles of soju on your way there. Damn, you were starving already.

Hwa had confirmed with you a few hours ago, asking which pizza you wanted so he could order it beforehand. Such a sweetheart. You missed him. A lot. But thinking about seeing Hongjoong there too? Yeah, that was making your stomach twist a little.

You’d given yourself the whole week to think things through. And well… nothing changed. You were still attracted to him. It didn’t fade after Yeosang. It didn’t fade after days of ignoring it. If anything, your heart sped up every time you saw a text from him, especially in your group chat with him and Hwa. But he’d been quiet. Weirdly quiet. He hadn’t mentioned anything about that last night, and… that had never happened before.

So, you decided to just do nothing. Sit on it. Wait for it to pass. Because what else could you even do, right?

You finished work a little earlier than usual and headed out to buy your favorite soju before catching a cab to Hwa’s place. You ended up buying way too much, but worst-case scenario, you could always crash there. No big deal.

Traffic hit you harder than expected, so by the time you got there, the sky was already dark. Still, you didn’t bother calling. You had full permission to walk in like you owned the place, so you did—straight into the building, elevator to the eighth floor, and through his always-unlocked door.

“Finally! You’re late, princess,” Hwa greeted you, immediately reaching to help with the heavy bags of soju. “Damn, are you staying over with all this booze?”

“Maybe…” Your eyes scanned the living room as you kicked off your shoes. You spotted Hongjoong’s by the door, but not him. “Is Hongjoong here?”

“Yeah, he’s out on the balcony. On a call.” Hwa started stashing the soju into the fridge before coming back to you with, opening one bottle. “Listen… did something happen between you two?”

“No…” You hesitated. A lot happened, and at the same time, absolutely nothing. “Why?”

“He’s been acting weird since that day at your place.” He was already pouring three shots of soju like it was water. “But we’ll talk about it later.”

“Did he say something or…?”

“Not really. I was hoping you could tell me something. You know how long it takes for him to open up.”

“Yeah, I do.”

You bit your lip. You were seriously considering telling Seonghwa everything. Maybe he could help you make sense of things, maybe he knew something you didn’t. But you'd have to do it without Hongjoong around.

“Look who finally showed up!” Speak of the devil… “The pizza’s here. I’ll go grab it.”

He was already slipping his shoes back on and walking out the door before either of you could say anything.

“Okay, no, he’s definitely being weird,” you said, blinking. “Picking up the food without complaining? What the hell?”

“Right? So. Spill. What the fuck happened?”

You both dropped onto the couch, and you let out a long breath before diving into the chaos. You had maybe five minutes before Hongjoong came back, so you hit Seonghwa with the highlights: the morning wood, the grinding, the way Hongjoong didn't stop once he realized you were turned on. You told him about him telling you about the stain you left on his jeans, about Yeosang, Hyuna, the weird conversations, the tension, everything.

“Fuck. That’s a lot of information,” Hwa said, already halfway through his third shot. “Okay, can I be completely honest?”

“Please. I’ve been losing my mind trying to make sense of it all. I gave up and decided to wait until it just… goes away.”

“I think…” he said slowly, eyeing you. “Maybe… just maybe… he likes you. Like, for real.”

“What?”

Before you could even process that bomb, the door opened again. And there he was. Hongjoong. With the pizzas. And only then, you notice him properly. The grey sweatpants, the oversized T-shirt, the messy hair, the perfect skin. You weren’t ready. Not for him. Not for looking at him like that. It was nothing new, but it hit you like it was.

“Finally!” Hwa called out, standing to help him.

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. Not when your chest was tight and your brain was screaming. What did he mean by that? How could he like you? Since when? That wasn’t not possible. Right?

“We’re talking to you.”

You blinked.

Hongjoong had snapped his fingers in front of your face. You must’ve been completely zoned out.

“Oh, sorry,” you muttered, standing up and very pointedly avoiding looking at him. “Should I grab another bottle? Hwa has already finished the first.”

“Yeah, princess, please. I’m not working tomorrow, so I might get totally wasted.”

“At least you’re in your own place,” you grumbled, already halfway to the fridge, still trying to decide if you should get drunk enough to forget everything, or stay sober enough not to do anything stupid.

You sat back down, now with a slice of pizza in one hand, a fresh bottle of soju on the table, and a massive amount of embarrassment crawling under your skin. You didn’t know how to act anymore, so you just played it cool, like your brain wasn’t absolutely fried.

“So,” you started, pretending your voice wasn’t tight, “how was your week?”

You meant it for both of them, obviously.

“Same shit, different days,” Hwa answered first, already slurring just a little from all the soju. “But hey, they finally hired someone to back me up, so I can take my days off now.”

Nice. Good for him.

“But don’t come with that small talk crap,” he added, pointing a lazy finger at you. “We wanna hear the juicy stuff. What happened with Yeosang?”

Of course.

“Yeah, our lives are boring as hell,” Hongjoong chimed in, sitting across from you. “Come on. Spill it. How was he?”

You didn’t even dare look at him. Not yet. You threw back your third shot instead, letting the heat distract you. Getting drunk was quickly becoming less of a bad idea.

“Ah…” You cleared your throat. “It was good.”

They both stared at you. In silence. Waiting.

You usually didn’t have a problem talking about your sex life—especially not with them—but this time it was… different. For several reasons. First: Yeosang was one of Seonghwa’s friends. Second: Hongjoong. Whatever the hell was going on with him, the whole thing was weird now. You felt weird. This whole conversation was dangerous territory.

“So that’s it?” Hwa blinked at you. “‘It was good’? That’s all we get?”

“That’s all you’re getting right now,” you mumbled, biting into your slice. “Maybe if I get a few more shots, I’ll loosen up.”

“You? Holding back? That’s new.” Hongjoong said it with a smirk, and then you glanced at him, and instantly regretted it. He looked so smug, so casual. So hot. You swallowed hard.

“Shut up. I just don’t feel like giving you both a live replay of my night with your friend, that’s all.”

“Fair,” Hwa nodded. “But just so you know, we’ll circle back to that later.”

Of course they would. And yeah, they did. They waited until you cracked open a whole bottle just for yourself before circling back with more questions, like two gossip-hungry hyenas. And by then, you were tipsy enough not to give a single damn anymore.

“So… was he good?” Hwa asked, his words slurring just a bit. “Like… worth it? Just please don’t say anything tragic, like if the guy has a tiny dick or something.”

“Oh no. Not small,” you said, shaking your head slowly while staring at the bottle in your hands. “I was walking funny for days.” There was a tiny voice inside your head whispering ‘what the fuck are you doing’, but you drowned it with another long sip. “He was good. Like… really good. Eats pussy like he was born for it. And the stamina? Jesus. I couldn’t even move afterward. My legs were basically out of service.”

Hwa groaned dramatically, slumping on the couch.

“God, I hate you. I’ll probably ask some of your friends out again. I know they want me.”

You giggled, but your eyes flicked to the side, where Hongjoong sat. Still. Silent. Barely touching his drink. He hadn’t said a word since you started spilling the details, and for some reason… that made you nervous. What was going on in that pretty little head of his?

“They do. And you don’t even need that, with that face of yours… It’s like a magnet.”

He chuckled, obviously aware of the effect he had. Cocky bastard. And Hongjoong was still quiet, until he wasn’t.

“So… Yeosang.” He spoke slowly, his voice low. “I knew I remembered something about him. Didn’t he have a girlfriend, Hwa?”

You blinked. The fuck? How bitter could someone sound while pretending to sound casual? Fucking hell.

“He did,” Seonghwa answered, not catching the shade, or pretending it very well. “But he’s single now. Relax, man.”

“Oh, good.” He took a sip of his soju and poured himself another. “So he’s good and all, but did he actually satisfy you?”

He asked it with that cocky tone of his, like he already knew the answer. Like he wanted to hear something specific.

“Now that you mention it…” You tried to keep the conversation casual, but yeah, you knew exactly why he was asking. “I was feeling alright, but when he left, I kinda regretted not going for one more round.”

“So he wasn’t that good.”

“He was,” you said, quick to correct. “We just didn’t get intimate enough for me to share all my preferences and stuff.” You bit your lip, half teasing, half daring him. The alcohol was definitely working now. “Why do you care so much, though? You’re so bitter today.”

He looked straight at you, no smile, no hesitation.

“Not bitter. Just curious if some random guy really managed to fuck the attitude out of you.”

You blinked, your brain buffering for a second. What the fuck was that?

He leaned back on the couch like he hadn’t just thrown a fucking grenade between your legs.

“Guess not,” he added, sipping his drink slowly, not taking his eyes off you. “Maybe the next one.”

“Man, what’s going on? I really feel like I’m interrupting something here…” Hwa was already having hiccups, poor baby. “She just had some fun with the guy. Stop teasing, Joong.”

“Nah, it’s too much fun teasing her.” He crossed his legs, his posture so confident it annoyed you. “And fuck, you’re getting wasted already? We just started.”

“You’re not teasing me, you’re just being jealous as always.”

“Man, you are jealous.” If Seonghwa kept drinking like that, he would definitely pass out. “And weird.”

“I’m not jealous,” Hongjoong scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I just think you have a terrible taste in men.”

You smirked. Of course he thought that.

“Well, clearly not. My legs are still a bit sore.”

“Exactly my point.” He raised his glass again, but didn’t drink it. “You could do better.”

“Oh yeah? You got someone in mind? Introduce me, then.”

He looked at you for a second too long. In that weird way that it was too intense to be just casual.

“Not really. But whoever it is, at least make sure he can keep up with you.”

“That's harder than it looks.”

“I know.” He stood up and came back with another bottle, pouring himself one more shot. “You’re kinky.”

“Are we talking about kinks again tonight?” Hwa was smiling, his eyes barely open. “Because you know, he’s right now… You are kinky.”

“Please, don’t start this again.” You laughed, grabbing another slice of pizza. “I just have standards. That’s different.”

“Standards like… being choked and spanked?” Hongjoong said it too smoothly, like he was just stating a fact.

You choked on your drink. Seonghwa giggled like a little devil.

“Damn. That escalated fast.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, cheeks burning, but not denying it. They knew everything about you already.

“I’m just saying,” Hongjoong leaned back again, watching your reaction closely. “Nothing wrong with knowing what you like.”

You cleared your throat, pretending to be completely unfazed.

“Exactly. It’s called being self-aware. You two should try it sometime.”

“Ouch,” he said, clearly amused. “So you’re saying you’d choke someone, too?”

“Well…” You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m more of a receiver in that department. But I could learn. I know that Hwa is into this, though.”

Seonghwa gasped dramatically. “Okay! Now I’m the one choking by myself. Can we not do this in front of me?”

“Why not?” Hongjoong didn’t even look away from you. “You started it.”

“I did not!” Hwa pointed a weak finger, slurring a little. “You two are freaks.”

“Guilty.” You raised your glass, smiling at him. Hongjoong mirrored your movement, eyes still locked on yours.

“Same.”

“I’m too drunk to have this conversation,” Seonghwa mumbled, adjusting himself on the couch. “But it’s too early to crash…”

“Just drink some water, love. And eat the damn pizza. You drink too much and way too fast.”

You were sitting right next to him, so you tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, your voice soft.

“Okay, mom. Sorry.”

“I tried to be nice, fucker.” You stood up and walked to the kitchen, starting to make some espresso with his coffee machine. “You’re sobering up and staying awake with us. Deal with it.”

“Or you can just let him sleep. He’s tired as fuck.” Hongjoong followed you into the kitchen, calmly turning off the espresso machine like he owned the place, or you. “Let him pass out. He deserves it.”

“Ok, now I’m feeling bad. Thanks.” You took a step away from him, mostly so your heart wouldn’t beat right out of your chest. “Fine. Tea it is. And he’s still getting at least one aspirin, so he doesn’t wake up feeling like a corpse.”

“That’s a great idea.” He was still too close, and you were trying way too hard to pretend that was fine. “You’re being weird.”

“Pretty sure that’s you. You’ve been quiet all week.” You laughed nervously. His eyes didn’t move away from yours for a second. “Do you know where he keeps the medicine?”

“Yeah. Right there.”

Of course it was right there—in the cupboard above your head. So he stepped in even closer to reach it, brushing past you like it was nothing. The scent of his cologne hit you instantly, warm and intoxicating. You blinked a few times, dizzy for a second. Fuck. You hated how good he smelled.

He didn’t move right away after grabbing the box. Just stood there, a breath away from you. You felt the warmth of his body behind yours. The silence stretched way too long, so you turned around slowly, thinking he would take a step back.

He didn’t.

His eyes flicked down to your mouth for a fraction of a second—barely noticeable. But you noticed, because you did the same. You cleared your throat, awkwardly stepping aside.

“Thanks.”

He handed you the box, but his fingers brushed yours on purpose. It was very light and quick… but still enough to make your skin tingle.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine.”

Liar.

“Hmm.”

That low hum he gave wasn’t skeptical. It was amused. Like he was enjoying every second of watching you squirm. Like he knew he was torturing you.

“You’re such a bad liar, you know that, right?” He leaned against the kitchen counter, not that close this time. “Tell me, what is wrong?”

“I’m not lying, and nothing is wrong. I’m fine.” You lied again, and you couldn’t even fake a smile. “The tea is ready, let’s make him drink it.”

“Sure, but then we can take him to his bed, and you can talk to me because we will be basically alone.”

You were already walking away from him, which was good because your face froze, just like your blood in your veins. You didn’t want to talk to him, even knowing you should. You couldn’t just let things be the way they were, because it had already been a whole week, and nothing got better. Damn.

“Here, baby. I made you some tea.”

You set the cup down in front of Seonghwa, who was half-asleep already, mumbling a sleepy “thank you” as he curled deeper into the couch. Poor thing. You gently placed the pill in his hand and waited until he swallowed both.

“He’s done for the night.”

“Yeah, let’s get him to bed.”

Hongjoong was already moving to lift Hwa off the couch, but honestly, you weren’t sure how helpful you could be. For starters, both of you were drunk. And more importantly, Hwa was taller—and heavier—than the two of you.

“Okay, we can try… but how exactly are we doing this?”

“First, we sit him up. Then we get him on his feet. And if we’re lucky, he might even walk with a little help.”

“Right. Because that sounds super easy.”

“He’s not totally out yet. Might surprise us.” He pulled Seonghwa’s arms, trying to get him upright on the couch. “Come on, help me out here.”

You did, and to your surprise, Hongjoong was right—Hwa could actually walk, with both of you supporting him. You guided him to his absurdly clean room. Hongjoong held him up while you pulled the covers back and got the bed ready. It was way easier than you’d expected. In less than five minutes, he was out cold, snoring softly, completely at peace.

Hongjoong left the room first, and your body tensed up immediately. Because yeah… now it was just the two of you.

Okay. Everything was fine.

So why the hell did you suddenly feel so sober?

You turned off the lights, quietly closed the door, giving Seonghwa the silence he deserved for a good night's sleep. Then you headed back to the living room.

“So…” Hongjoong was already there, two fresh shots of soju poured. He handed you one. “Now tell me. What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t decide which would be worse: sitting next to him or facing him directly. You picked next to him, so it would be easier to avoid eye contact if needed. Bastard was too intense.

“I told you. Nothing's—”

“Nah. Don’t lie to me. You know I always know when you’re lying.” He shifted on the couch, just enough that his bent knee brushed against your thigh. “We’ve both been weird lately. I know my reasons. I just wanna hear yours.”

“Do I really have to say it?” You sighed, downed the shot, and poured yourself another. “I thought it was obvious.”

“Maybe if I could read minds. Not the case.” He refilled his glass, too. “Just spill it.”

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t even know when it started. I’m just… fuck, I wanna kill you.” You knocked back another shot, already hating future-you for the hangover. “I just started feeling attracted to you. And it was supposed to be fine—I mean, it happened with Hwa, with San… but…”

“But what?”

God. Why did his voice sound so fucking raspy all of a sudden? It was doing things to you.

“But it didn’t go away. It always does, but this time… it didn’t. And I don’t know what to do with that. Why am I even telling you this?”

“You told Hwa when it happened to him.” He was already opening another bottle. “So… it’s only fair.”

“That’s it? That’s all you’re gonna say? What about your reasons?”

The silence that followed tightened something in your chest. He was staring at you—not speaking, not blinking—and you couldn’t hold his gaze for long. It felt like he was both searching for the right words… and waiting for you to conclude on your own.

Then, finally, softly:

“Maybe I’m just feeling the same way.”

You thought your heart might actually explode inside your chest. Because in that moment, you felt exactly like a teenager confessing to their crush, but this wasn’t that. He wasn’t that for you. Still, something about his answer didn’t sit right. Why did it feel like he was holding something back?

You knew it must’ve taken a lot for him to even say that, but still...

“I don’t know what to say.” You realized then that you hadn’t breathed for the past few seconds—your chest ached, and you had to exhale in a shaky breath. “I don’t even know what this means…”

He looked so much calmer than you. Too calm. He was just sitting there, watching you, reading you. Maybe he was drunker than you. Maybe, for him, this was just easier. Or maybe—and this was worse—maybe he was just messing with you.

You thought that. You really did.

But then his eyes dropped to your lips. Then up to your eyes. Then back to your lips. That alone wrecked you. And you knew… he wasn’t messing with you. Not at all.

“Maybe we don’t have to say anything else.” His voice was low. Almost a whisper.

The tip of his tongue dragged across his lower lip, and your eyes followed without hesitation, and then his gaze dropped to your mouth again. Your breath hitched. You mirrored him, your tongue wetting your own lips as if pulled by instinct.

The tension was unbearable. You already knew where this was going, so why the hell were you frozen?

He didn’t say anything after that. He didn’t need to.

His eyes stayed on your lips a second longer, and then he leaned in—slowly, like he was giving you a chance to stop him. You didn’t.

So he closed the distance, brushing his mouth over yours so gently you barely felt it. Just a ghost of a kiss, like he was testing you.

Your heart stopped. Or maybe it started pounding too hard for you to notice anything else. You were still frozen, eyes fluttering shut only after you felt him breathe against your skin again.

Then he kissed you properly, his tongue slowly meeting yours. And your head was spinning, because it was… so soft, unhurried. No rush, no pressure. Just the kind of kiss that made it impossible to think, impossible to stop. His lips moved against yours like he’d been waiting to do that forever, like he was trying to memorize the way you tasted, the way you sighed when your mouth finally responded to his. And god, once you kissed him back, there was no going back.

Because it was good. Too good. Fuck, so good.

His warm hand found your thigh, grounding you while your fingers clutched his shirt without even thinking. The hesitation melted away second by second, and soon you were pulling him closer without even realizing it. You just needed more.

That was different. You never felt this nervous just kissing someone, and your brain was tilting because two voices kept screaming at you inside your head; one telling you to stop, because that was so wrong, and he was your friend, and you could ruin a lifetime friendship doing something like that; the other telling you that kissing someone never felt so right in your whole life. You didn’t want to stop.

His lips were still on yours, his tongue brushing yours, but gentle now, as if he could feel the war going on inside your head. He didn’t push. He just stayed there, letting you decide.

And you hated that it felt so good, so familiar.

You hated how easy it was to forget all the reasons why this shouldn’t be happening. How natural it felt to tilt your head and kiss him again, this time more intense, deeper, letting yourself get lost in the way his mouth moved against yours.

Maybe you could ruin everything. But right now, it didn’t feel like ruin. It felt like something you should’ve done a long time ago.

When you finally pulled back, it was barely an inch, your breath caught between his lips and yours.

“We’re gonna regret this, aren’t we?” you whispered as you bit his lower lip.

Hongjoong’s eyes searched yours, and for once, he didn’t have a smartass reply. Just a small smile, a little breathless.

“Maybe. But it still doesn’t feel like a mistake.”

His words hung in the air between you, and you lost all reason under the weight of his gaze. When he kissed you again, you didn’t hold back. You couldn’t.

It started soft again, careful, like you were still trying to convince yourselves this wasn’t a terrible idea. But it changed fast. The moment your hands found the back of his neck and your fingers curled into his hair, something shifted. He pulled you closer by the waist, and you didn’t resist—you climbed into his lap, settling on his thighs. And the second you did, like it was the most natural thing in the world, you knew your head had just stopped working.

Your knees framed his hips, his hands pressing against your lower back, guiding you, pulling you closer. His lips and tongue were firmer now, almost desperate, like he’d been starving for you. And you’d been starving for him, too. At least for the last week.

Fuck. You could feel him getting harder beneath you, your hips grinding against him by instinct, chasing friction.

He moaned. He fucking moaned into your mouth, and you thought you were losing your mind right then and there. You didn’t even realize you were moaning too… not until he squeezed your ass, making you grind harder against his clothed cock.

You didn’t slow down. You stayed hungry, kissing him, grinding against him, using his thighs and his hardness to rub your clit. You couldn’t even believe you were dry-humping Hongjoong. Unreal. And yet… very much real when his hands slid under your blouse, feeling your skin, tracing along your ribs before stopping just beneath your breasts.

He gave a gentle squeeze, tugging your bra down just to tease your nipples. You couldn’t hold back—you moaned into his mouth, pushing your body against his hands, desperate for more.

But then it hit you.

You were at Hwa’s apartment, and there was a huge chance he could wake up, head to the bathroom—or anywhere—and catch his two best friends making out on his couch.

Fuck.

You didn’t want to stop, but you had to.

You slowly pulled away from him, and the silence was suffocating. You could hear both of you panting, and when you looked at him, he’d never looked so hot—lips swollen, eyes dark, hands still gripping you. Fuck.

“We can’t… Seonghwa could wake up.”

“I don’t care.” He bit your lip, stealing another kiss until you pushed him back again. “He’s been shipping us forever. He’d be happy.”

“Stop it.” You were still straddling his lap when you cupped his face in your hands. “We need to sleep, we work tomorrow. And… I don’t want things to get weird between us.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” His hands slid to your waist, still holding you close. “But… this is crazy, right?”

“Yeah. Tell me about it.” You slid off his lap, settling next to him on the couch. “So… how are we sleeping? You take the couch, I take the guest room?”

“You know, we can share the bed. It’s huge. This couch sucks, my back always kills me after I sleep here.”

Of course. Because sharing a bed with him when you were still throbbing for him was an amazing idea. Your eyes flicked down, catching the obvious outline of his hard cock in his jeans, and yeah—he was feeling exactly the same.

“You think that’s a good idea? Really?”

“What?” He adjusted himself, and you almost drooled. Fuck. “I can control myself. Can you?”

“You gotta stop teasing me…”

“Or what?” That smug smirk could kill you. You were shaking, torn between ripping his clothes off or slapping that grin off his face. “You’re not doing anything. Also… should we pretend this didn’t happen, or…?”

“I’m too drunk and too horny to think right now, Hongjoong. Ask me that later.”

“Sure.” He stood up, giving you a look that made your insides burn. “I’m going to bed. You can join me, or take the couch.”

He headed toward the guest room, and you finally managed to take a breath. What the fuck? How could he act so normal after what just happened?

That was a good thing… right? You hoped it was. You weren’t feeling any big difference as well.

You stood up too, sneaking into Seonghwa’s room to grab some of his clothes. He was still out cold, sleeping like an angel—there was no way he’d wake up after drinking that much. OK. Nothing could happen. Still.

You went to the bathroom to change, but just the thought of lying next to Hongjoong again made you shiver.

It wasn’t the first time. You’d had plenty of sleepovers when it was freezing, sharing a bed with him or with Seonghwa, all innocent—extra blankets, no problem.

But now? After that make-out session? Yeah… this was gonna be hard.

When you walked in, he was already there, lying down. Shirtless, of course. At least he’d kept his pants on—just the belt was gone. Your stomach flipped, even with the extra sheets he pointed at.

“Here. Perfectly safe.” His eyes raked over you, head to toe. “Stealing his clothes again?”

“I don’t steal! I… collect.”

Your closet had plenty of their shirts, zero regrets. They were too comfy to give back.

“Sure. Let’s just sleep.”

He waited until you lay down before switching off the lights. The darkness made everything sharper—the sound of his breathing right next to you, the memory of his mouth on yours, the way his hands had grabbed you.

Fuck. You were so turned on it hurt. Without realizing it, you kept pressing your thighs together.

“Stop doing that. You’re killing me.”

“Doing what? I didn’t even move.”

“Your thighs. You always do that when you’re horny.” His voice was low, warm, and dangerous. “Stop it. I’m trying to behave.”

“I thought you said you could control yourself.”

Maybe it was the dark, maybe it was the alcohol still buzzing in your veins, but it felt easier to push back.

“I can. But you clearly can’t.”

“Can I ask you something?”

Silence. Which you took as a yes.

“I know you want to fuck me.” Your breath hitched halfway through, like your lungs had forgotten how to work since that kiss. “But… there’s something else you’re not telling me?”

“I’m too drunk and too horny to think right now. Ask me later.”

Bastard. He threw your own words back at you.

“Oh, I will.”

Somehow—maybe thanks to all the alcohol—you actually managed to pass out. In the morning, when your alarm dragged you out of sleep, Hongjoong was still there. Lying on his side, facing you.

His face was the first thing you saw that morning. And you hated how warm it felt.

Fuck. Multiple fuck.

You got up, changed, and grabbed your things to head home for work, but your mind was stuck on the night before. You didn’t come back to the room again; you just left a text to Seonghwa, thanking him for the hospitality. Good thing he didn’t see you sleeping in the same bed as Hongjoong, though. It would be weird, after everything you told him.

Maybe… you were way more fucked than you thought. But maybe it didn’t have to be a bad thing. You were still deciding.

>> Next chapter (soon)

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anylady-fics · 2 days ago

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I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN SAUIDHSIAUHDISUHAD Thank you so much for the reblog, I was very insecure about this scene because well, I built all the tension and all... aiusdhuasd And oh my god Hongjoong moaning, I can't think about it at all, or I'll need life support *dissolves 2* again, thanks for reading hehehe I'll update next week and spoiler: smut (FUCKIN FINALLY)